"While I was... sucking you off," Draco said, quite embarrassed. 
                              
"Oh... I would have done it for you," Harry said, quietly. He had only the basic knowledge of what to do. Mostly from what he just learned from Draco. It chilled him thinking that Draco knew.
                              
"It's okay. I wanted to come with you," Draco said, barely above a whisper.
                              
Harry's fingers pressed up against Draco's fine shirt. He wished it was his skin, but he had already gotten more than he deserved today. Merlin, they were so close, but it felt like there was a wall in between them. Harry knew whatever he felt wasn't important. Draco was his priority. He had to reassure him, more than anything else.
                              
"You were amazing, Draco. I loved every second of it."
                              
"The cuffs weren't too much?" he asked, nervously. 
                              
Harry shook his head. "Whatever makes you feel better... stronger, Draco. I want you to be happy. Safe. That's my only concern."
                              
Draco sniffled a little and kissed the top of his head. "I love you, Harry."
                              
"I love you, too," he whispered back and they fell asleep in each other's arms.
                              
Harry slipped into a dream of warmth and comfort that was shattered when the door opened abruptly and slammed into the wall. Did we even lock it? Harry wondered and realized Theo's recognizable bulk went straight to the bathroom. Draco was shaking at the sudden wake-up.
                              
"Hey, it's just Theo..." Harry said and broke off. He didn't close the door. Something's wrong. He lifted up and kissed Draco, to try to calm him. "I'm just going to shut the door."
                              
He got up and locked the door. Draco had gotten out of bed and was standing by the entrance to the bathroom. He slowly knocked. 
                              
"Theo? What's wrong?" Draco said and Harry pulled on his shirt. Harry heard Theo grunt in pain and Draco opened the door. "Theo?"
                              
Harry came around the bed to look. Theo's blood was dripping onto the floor. His nose looked broken and he had a black eye.
                              
"I'm fine," Theo said, fixing his nose, himself.
                              
"W-What happened?" Draco asked, shaking.
                              
Theo stopped whatever he was about to do and turned to him. "I'm fine, Draco. Completely fine. Don't panic."
                              
Draco seemed a little appeased, but Harry wanted answers. "Who was it?"
                              
"Same assholes. Caught me on the way back. I got a few of them though. Rivers and Wayne will be out for the night and I gave Smith a black eye of his own. They came out of nowhere."
                              
"Are you sure you're okay? We can go to the hospital wing...."
                              
"I said I'm fine!" Theo shouted and Draco shrunk down. "Damn it, I'm sorry."
                              
Harry took boyfriend's hand as he muttered, "S'okay."
                              
"They didn't get very far into it. One of them said, 'Someone's coming' and dropped me. Wasn't more than a minute or two."
                              
"They just punched you? No spells?" Harry asked.
                              
"Nah, those assholes didn't get much in. They're lucky there was so many of them. But Blaise is going to be pissed."
                              
Draco nodded. "I'm sorry."
                              
Theo whirled on him and almost growled, "Do not say you are sorry! It isn't your fault. None of this is your fault. You didn't ask Voldemort to come back. You didn't make them be assholes. You had no part in what happened."
                              
"It's cause you're protecting me."
                              
"The way you protected me from the older Slytherins? The way you helped me heal after my father died. I know what you told Blaise last year, before Easter, too. I still owe you so much. If you really want, you can take it out of the debt I owe you," Theo said, staring at him.