Itwasn’taquik,lightkisseither.HesukedHarry’slowerlipbetweenhisownandbitdowngently.HarrygaspedandthenMalfoy’stonguewasinhismouth,sweepingarosshisteethandtanglingwithhisown.Harrykissedbakbeforeheevenrealisedthatwaswhathewasdoing,moaningatthefeelofMalfoy’slipsmovingagainsthisown,attheslideofhishandsdownHarry’ssides,thelittlesatisfatoryhummingnoisehemadedeepinhisthroat.Merlin,ouldMalfoykiss.HarryfeltompletelybreathlessbythetimeMalfoymovedaway.HesmileddownatHarryandbrushedhisnosearossHarry’slightly.
“I’llgettheshowerwarmingup,shallI?”Heslitheredoutofbedandstalkedarosstheroom,ompletelyunashamedofhisnakedness,anddisappearedbehindanotherdoor.Harrysatupagainasheheardashowerstartingupontheothersideofthewall,andhegnedaroundtheunfamiliarroom.
“Whatthefuk,”hesaidoutloud,andthankfully,thistimehewasn’tinterrupted.Ofourse,thisalsomeantthathedidn’tgetanyanswerseither,andhewasstukinaroomhedidn’tknowwithaMalfoywhowasexpetingHarrytojoinhimintheshowerandeitherHarryhadhithisheadharderthanhethoughtortheentireworldhadgonemadwhilehe’dbeenunonsious.Hehadtogetoutofhere.Hehadto…Hermione.Yes,Hermionewouldknowwhatthefukwasgoingon,hejusthadtofindsomelothes…
Harrygotoutofbed,flushingbrightredasyetanothertwingeremindedhimofjustwhathisbodythoughthe’dbeenuptothenightbefore,andthenstopped,disoriented.Hehadnoideawherehislotheswere.Maybethere’dbesomethatwouldfitinthehestofdrawers?Hepulledoneopententatively,resolutelynotlookingatthephotoframessatteredarossthetop.HedeidednottothinkaboutwhyhisfavouriteonsTshirtwasfoldeduptoseveralpairsofjeansthatlookedlikethey’dfithimperfetly,justpulledoutapairandsrabbledarounduntilhe’dfoundsomeunderwearandsomesoksandthrewthemallon.
Hewasjustdroppingtohiskneestolookforsomeshoes—aha,theretheywere,shovedunderthebed—whenMalfoy’svoiefloatedoutfromthebathroom.“Ifyou’vegonebaktosleepinthere,Iwon’tbeheldresponsibleformyations.”
Harryfroze,onetraineronandoneoff.Hedidn’thavealuewhattosay.Hepulledontheothershoeandstoodup,walkinghesitantlyovertotheopendoor,asloseashedared.“Er,I’vejustremembered,I,er,needtotalktoHermioneaboutsomething,”healled.
“What?”
“Er,sorry?I’vegottogo.”Harryfoundhiswand,yingonthebedsidetable,andsnatheditup,disapparatingtoBrookCottagebeforethinkingaboutitanyfurther.IfhehadtobewithinshoutingdistaneofaverynakedMalfoyformuhlonger,Harrythoughthemightstartrying.
HarryfoundhimselfstandingontheporhofRonandHermione’sottagebeforeherememberedthattheywerestillontheirhoneymoonandwouldn’tbetheretohelphimanyway.Hewasjustabouttoapparatetohisft,whenthefrontdooropened.Harryslippedoffthetopstep,startled.
“Harry?Whatareyoudoinghere,mate?”
Harrywhimperedandthrewhimselfathisbestfriend.Hedidn’tarethatRonwasstillinhisdressinggownandpants,orthathewasprobablymakingarighttitoutofhimself;hewasjustsogdtoseehim.
“Er,okay,sure,”Ronsaid,pattingHarryonthebakawkwardly.“NotthatI’mnotpleasedtoseeyou,mate,butisthereareasonwe’rehuggingonmyfrontdoorstep?”