Title: Advent17 - The Truth Will Out
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: canon compliant only to Deathly Hallows, EWE
Summary: Harry realises something else.
Link to other parts: LJ | DW
Author's Notes: Thanks to Soph for the beta.
Word count: 100
"Okay, Slytherins, I get it," Harry said at Draco's reaction. "You really think Astoria planned this?"
"Or something like this," Draco replied.
Harry let that sink in.
"Does that mean that you were getting fed up of broom cupboards and dark corners as well?"
Draco frowned and Harry was pretty sure the other wizard was mentally berating himself for letting yet more information slip out.
"I may have mentioned it a couple of time, yes," Draco finally admitted.
Harry's cheeks ached at the smile that broke over his face. Of course a Slytherin would never make the obvious first move.
Title: Advent18 - Negotiations
"So," Harry said when he finally managed to control the smile, "where do we go from here?"
"Well, how attached are you to your dingy little flat?" Draco asked.
"It's not dingy," Harry protested, "well not very dingy."
It had been going cheap when he needed a place near to work.
"That's doesn't answer the question."
"Not very," he admitted.
"How do you feel about the Manor?"
"I haven't seen it since ..." he didn't need to elaborate.
"It's changed a lot and my parents live abroad."
"Good, would you like your own rooms or to share mine?"
Title: Advent19 - The Practicalities
Summary: Draco starts to organise things.
"Um," Harry didn't really know what to say to that. "Right now?"
"Well, soon," Draco replied. "The minimum suitable engagement would be about a month because everyone will assume we've been shagging anyway. Then there's the ceremony, but you could move in straight away. You'd have to pretend to have your own rooms at first for appearances sake, but you don't have to use them if you don't want to."
Harry felt lighter than air. He still couldn't shift the stupid smile.
"Okay," he said, because he wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing.
Maybe the polish fumes were getting to him.
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