HP Kinkfest: The Erumpent in the Room
Title: The Erumpent in the Room
Author: enchanted_jae
Prompt Number: #S8 submitted by shiftylinguini
Kink Showcased: Forced bed sharing
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Aurors caught in a storm are forced to seek shelter. All Harry cares about is making it through the night.
Warnings: Frotting, wanking, snarking
Word Count: 2,593
Author's Notes: Fun prompt, shiftylinguini! I hope you enjoy the result. Many thanks to jake67jake for the beta.
Harry bent his head in an effort to hide from the biting wind and stinging sleet. "This is a bloody disaster!" he growled, loudly enough to be heard over the sound of the winter storm. His partner eschewed replying in favor of cursing as he slipped and nearly fell. Harry automatically reached out and grabbed Malfoy's arm to steady him.
"Let's pack it in for the day, Malfoy," said Harry. "We've lost the trail, we're freezing our bollocks off, and I, for one, can't wait to get home and thaw out." He drew his wand and held it up.
"Wait!" cried Malfoy, grabbing Harry's wand arm and pulling it down. "We can't Apparate in weather like this. It's too dangerous."
Harry couldn't see well enough to tell if Malfoy was having him on, but he couldn't imagine his partner would joke about something so serious. "We can't spend all night in the highlands!" he shouted, on the verge of having an anxiety attack. He was already so damned cold, and the thought of enduring even five more minutes of nature's wrath was demoralizing.
"We need to find shelter," said Malfoy. "Let's follow this creek downstream. With luck, we'll come across a homestead or a barn."
They stumbled along at the edge of the frozen creek, scanning the gloom in search of some form of shelter. Harry's feet were cold, and his nose was running. He was grateful for his glasses; they at least protected his eyes from the wind-driven sleet.
"There!" he cried, pointing ahead with a gloved hand. "I see a cottage or a shed."
The two Aurors quickened their pace until they reached the ramshackle building. Harry located the door and opened it cautiously. It opened only partway before the sagging hinges caused the door to catch against the cold, hard ground. Harry angled his body and squeezed through, and Malfoy followed suit. Harry turned to drag the door shut behind them, while Malfoy raised his wand and cast Lumos.
Malfoy groaned, and Harry turned around. His shoulders slumped when he beheld the condition of their meager shelter. He sighed and straightened. "Well, it could be--"
"Don't you dare say it," hissed Malfoy. He stamped his feet and shivered. "It's freezing in here."
"At least it's dry," said Harry. "For the most part," he amended. The roof was leaking in spots, and rivulets of water trickled from the rotted windowsills.
Malfoy managed to shiver and sneer at the same time. He removed his sodden cloak and hung it on a peg before drying his clothing and himself with a spell. "Let's work what repairs we can, and then assess the situation."
Harry nodded his agreement and followed his partner's lead. He felt much better once he was dry. The two Aurors got to work, repairing the roof over their heads, sealing the leaking windows, and clearing away what appeared to be years of dust and debris. Harry sneezed repeatedly, but he continued waving and flicking his wand around until their dreary shelter seemed more hospitable.
"At least there's a log in the fireplace," said Malfoy.
"Hold on," Harry cautioned. "Let's make sure the chimney is in good order before we light a fire." He bent and peered up, using his lit wand to check the chimney. After making a few repairs, Harry stood back and flicked a quick Incendio at the log. It sputtered and caught, emitting a weak amount of light and barely noticeable warmth. Harry pocketed his wand and took stock of their surroundings. The cabin had a small, round table, three spindly chairs, some cupboards that looked ready to fall from the wall, and a disreputable sofa. A narrow door led to a deplorable loo, but at least it contained a sink and a stool.
"How long do you reckon we'll be stuck here?" asked Harry.
"We've already been stranded here too long, in my opinion," said Malfoy. He moved to stand in front of the sofa and scowled, as if it had deliberately wronged him. Malfoy swept a Scourgify over the piece, then Transfigured it into a better model.
"Thanks," said Harry, flopping onto the sofa with a sigh of relief.
"Oy!"
"There's room for both of us to sit here," Harry pointed out.
Malfoy grumbled under his breath, but he deigned to sit at the other end of the sofa. "If we're stuck here much longer, this is where I'm sleeping," he said. "You'll have to fend for yourself."
"Rubbish," snapped Harry. "Worst case scenario, we can Transfigure it into a bed."
"I'm not sharing a bed with you!"
"Then you can sleep on the floor, you wanker!"
"Fuck you, Potter!"
Harry smirked. "I can't very well do that when I'm on the bed and you're on the floor."
Malfoy's wand was in his hand in a flash. Harry tensed, but he made no move for his wand, nor did he comment. Malfoy blew out a breath and pocketed his wand.
"As soon as the storm abates, we'll Apparate out of here," said Harry. He stood up and pulled a small pack from one pocket and restored it to its original size. "In the meantime, I have some water and food."
Malfoy withdrew a similar pack from his uniform pocket and re-sized it. "I have my own provisions," he said, before adding a stilted, "Thank you."
They sat at their respective ends of the sofa, nibbled on granola bars, and sipped from bottles of water. Outside, the storm intensified. Sleet lashed the windows, while the wind howled and rattled the door knob as if seeking to get inside.
A draft danced over the back of Harry's neck, and he shivered again. He Summoned his cloak over and Transfigured it into a warm blanket. Harry saw Malfoy do the same. He tried to get comfortable at his end of the sofa, stretching his legs out and letting his head fall back.
Long moments passed before Malfoy grumbled, "This is bloody uncomfortable."
Harry turned his head and rolled his eyes at Malfoy's aggrieved expression. "Look, what difference does it make if we share a sofa or a bed? As long as we each stay on our own side, you should be able to keep your hands off of me."
"You arrogant arse," growled Malfoy, sending a shiver of a different sort through Harry. "I'm not one of your legion of fawning admirers. If anything, I suspect you'll have trouble resisting me."
"Hah! I've been resisting you for years!" As soon as the words were out, Harry winced. "Erm, that didn't come out right..." He trailed off when his partner began snickering. "Shut your gob, Malfoy."
Harry stood up, wincing at the crick in his neck and the dull ache in his back, a result of his slouched posture on the sofa.
Malfoy rose gracefully from his side of the sofa and cast a critical eye around their shelter. "This cottage isn't large enough for a bed."
"It's large enough for a full-sized bed," countered Harry. "If you're accustomed to a poncy, king-sized bed, then you'll simply have to suck it up and spend the night slumming."
Malfoy's lip curled in a sneer, but he was the one who drew his wand and flicked it at the sofa. It was Transfigured into a respectable bed.
Harry leaned over and tested the mattress by pressing his hand on it. "Impressive, Malfoy," he said.
"We can Transfigure our packs into pillows," Malfoy suggested.
Harry nodded his agreement, and they each Transfigured their own gear. Harry tossed his pillow to the head of the bed, removed his boots, and stretched out. He draped his cloak-turned-blanket over himself and sighed. Harry felt the bed dip beneath Malfoy's weight, but he didn't bother to look over at his partner. He reminded himself that their circumstances were necessary, and that Malfoy was off limits. Harry reckoned he could resist his partner's allure if he convinced himself this was simply another assignment. After all, he and Malfoy had been forced into cramped quarters together before.
Yeah, but we weren't sharing a bed then
Harry tamped down his wayward thoughts and shifted to get more comfortable.
"Stop shaking the bed, Potter."
Harry swallowed heavily. Merlin, how he'd love to shake the stuffing out of this bed by shagging the snark out of Malfoy on it. Rather than giving voice to his inappropriate thoughts, Harry said gruffly, "Try to get some sleep, Malfoy. Once this storm let's up, we can return to the Ministry."
Malfoy made no comment, and Harry gradually felt himself relax. His eyes grew heavy, and he didn't resist the pull of sleep. They'd been tracking a pair of rogue wizards for days now, and Harry was exhausted. As an Auror, he knew better than to pass up any chance to sleep. Harry's thoughts drifted into nothingness.
~*~
Harry awoke to the sound of the wind howling outside. He tried to move, only to realize he had an armful of Auror. His body stilled...most of it, any way. He reached behind himself, wondering how much room there was to scoot back. With luck, Malfoy wouldn't wake up. Harry shifted, and Malfoy's even breathing changed. The body in Harry's arms tensed.
"Cease molesting me, and get back on your own side of the bed, Potter," Malfoy hissed.
"I am on my side of the bed." Harry's statement was met with momentary silence.
"I see," said Malfoy, pushing away and scrambling to his own side of their shared bed. "Terribly sorry, do carry on."
Harry turned onto his back and fought the urge to groan. Now he was wide awake and aroused. Just make it through the night, he told himself.
~*~
The next time Harry woke up, it was as a result of getting elbowed in the stomach. He found that he'd migrated over to Malfoy's side, and his partner had reacted in a painful manner.
"Get away," growled Malfoy.
Harry scrambled to obey, not wanting to risk another blow from Malfoy's hard elbow. He raised up enough to peer out of the window. It was still dark out, but Harry could discern that the sleet had turned to snow at some point.
"Bloody hell," he muttered. "It's a blizzard out there."
Malfoy groaned and fumbled for his wand. He cast Tempus; it was after three in the morning. He swore and pulled his Transfigured blanket up beneath his chin.
Harry sighed and lay down once more. He hoped the storm abated before daylight.
~*~
Harry woke again. Weak, winter light illuminated the dirty windows, enabling him to make out blurry shapes inside the cottage. Harry discovered he and Malfoy were in the center of the bed, and that he was spooned up behind his partner. Harry's half-hard cock surged with arousal. His hips pressed forward, aligning his cock with the cleft of Malfoy's arse. It was so wrong, but Harry wasn't thinking straight. He positively ached, and if he was careful, maybe he could rut to completion against Malfoy's enticing arse. Harry tried to be as unobtrusive as possible. He made tiny motions with his hips as he frotted, all the while hoping Malfoy didn't wake up and murder him.
Harry froze when he noticed a subtle change in Malfoy's breathing. He considered his options: death by angry Auror partner, or death by blue balls. Since either choice was bound to be painful, Harry created a third option for himself. He cupped Malfoy between the legs and gave his partner a gentle squeeze.
Malfoy snuffled and thrust into Harry's hand before he stiffened. "Potter! What is the mmm..."
"Relax," Harry crooned. "Let me do this for you." He nuzzled Malfoy's hair aside and kissed his nape.
Malfoy exhaled on a tremulous sigh and arched into Harry's caress. His muscles tightened again, and he covered Harry's hand with his own. Since he hadn't actively pushed Harry's hand away, Harry continued to rub and squeeze him.
"Potter, this...mm...this is...it's in..."
"Incredible?" Harry whispered. He grew brazen enough to frot against Malfoy's arse again.
"Inappropriate."
"Would you like me to stop?" Please say no, please say no...
"N-no," sighed Malfoy.
After that, no more words were exchanged between them. Harry flung a leg over Malfoy's thighs and proceeded to dry hump him, while fondling Malfoy through his trousers. Malfoy pressed against Harry's hand with his own, and Harry took the hint and rubbed him harder. He climaxed first, which wasn't surprising, given that he'd had a head start on his partner.
Malfoy frotted into Harry's hand until Harry recovered enough to actively participate again. He stroked his partner, enjoying the opportunity to gauge Malfoy's size through his trousers. Harry licked his lips, wanting to see and taste. Malfoy grunted and surged into Harry's grip, hips twisting as his trousers grew damp against Harry's palm.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Their harsh breaths gradually slowed and evened out. Malfoy pushed Harry's hand away and scooted to the edge of the bed. He got up, took two steps to the cottage's tiny water closet, and closed the door softly behind him.
Harry groaned and rolled onto his back. He grimaced at the tacky feeling in his pants. Harry drew his wand and spelled himself clean. He Summoned his glasses and put them on, then sat up to survey the bed. The two blankets were tangled together, but their pillow-packs seemed to be in their proper places. Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed and went to the cottage door. He tugged it open as far as possible. A light breeze blew snow inside; other than that, the sky was overcast, but clear. They would be able to Apparate.
Malfoy emerged from the loo and halted when he saw Harry standing at the opened door. "Is it still snowing?"
"No, the weather has cleared," Harry replied.
Malfoy seemed about to respond, but he settled for a stilted nod instead. He drew his wand and used it to restore his blanket and pillow to their former incarnations of a cloak and a pack.
So, we're going to ignore the Erumpent in the room, Harry mused to himself. He stepped back and closed the door, then restored his own cloak and pack. Harry and Malfoy removed all traces of their presence, other than the repairs they'd made to the cottage.
Malfoy Transfigured the bed into the improved sofa. He frowned and raised his wand again.
"Wait," said Harry. "I doubt anyone has been using this cottage, but we can plot its location in case any other Aurors need it in the future. We may as well leave a decent sofa here."
Malfoy nodded his agreement. He tucked his wand away, swung his cloak over his shoulders and fastened it, then shrank his pack and stuck it in his pocket. Harry checked the fireplace a final time before donning his own cloak and shouldering his pack. He followed his partner outside.
Malfoy stamped his feet in the snow and drew his wand again. He held it aloft, preparing to Apparate. "Shall we?"
Harry couldn't help it; he allowed a tiny smirk to quirk his lips. "Yes, I think we should," he said, hoping he wouldn't get hexed. Malfoy's eyes rolled skyward, but just as he disappeared with a sharp crack, Harry could have sworn he saw his partner smile.
Harry grinned and raised his wand. He cast a final, fond glance at the rustic cottage before he Apparated away.
Cross-posted to hp_kinkfest
Author: enchanted_jae
Prompt Number: #S8 submitted by shiftylinguini
Kink Showcased: Forced bed sharing
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Aurors caught in a storm are forced to seek shelter. All Harry cares about is making it through the night.
Warnings: Frotting, wanking, snarking
Word Count: 2,593
Author's Notes: Fun prompt, shiftylinguini! I hope you enjoy the result. Many thanks to jake67jake for the beta.
Harry bent his head in an effort to hide from the biting wind and stinging sleet. "This is a bloody disaster!" he growled, loudly enough to be heard over the sound of the winter storm. His partner eschewed replying in favor of cursing as he slipped and nearly fell. Harry automatically reached out and grabbed Malfoy's arm to steady him.
"Let's pack it in for the day, Malfoy," said Harry. "We've lost the trail, we're freezing our bollocks off, and I, for one, can't wait to get home and thaw out." He drew his wand and held it up.
"Wait!" cried Malfoy, grabbing Harry's wand arm and pulling it down. "We can't Apparate in weather like this. It's too dangerous."
Harry couldn't see well enough to tell if Malfoy was having him on, but he couldn't imagine his partner would joke about something so serious. "We can't spend all night in the highlands!" he shouted, on the verge of having an anxiety attack. He was already so damned cold, and the thought of enduring even five more minutes of nature's wrath was demoralizing.
"We need to find shelter," said Malfoy. "Let's follow this creek downstream. With luck, we'll come across a homestead or a barn."
They stumbled along at the edge of the frozen creek, scanning the gloom in search of some form of shelter. Harry's feet were cold, and his nose was running. He was grateful for his glasses; they at least protected his eyes from the wind-driven sleet.
"There!" he cried, pointing ahead with a gloved hand. "I see a cottage or a shed."
The two Aurors quickened their pace until they reached the ramshackle building. Harry located the door and opened it cautiously. It opened only partway before the sagging hinges caused the door to catch against the cold, hard ground. Harry angled his body and squeezed through, and Malfoy followed suit. Harry turned to drag the door shut behind them, while Malfoy raised his wand and cast Lumos.
Malfoy groaned, and Harry turned around. His shoulders slumped when he beheld the condition of their meager shelter. He sighed and straightened. "Well, it could be--"
"Don't you dare say it," hissed Malfoy. He stamped his feet and shivered. "It's freezing in here."
"At least it's dry," said Harry. "For the most part," he amended. The roof was leaking in spots, and rivulets of water trickled from the rotted windowsills.
Malfoy managed to shiver and sneer at the same time. He removed his sodden cloak and hung it on a peg before drying his clothing and himself with a spell. "Let's work what repairs we can, and then assess the situation."
Harry nodded his agreement and followed his partner's lead. He felt much better once he was dry. The two Aurors got to work, repairing the roof over their heads, sealing the leaking windows, and clearing away what appeared to be years of dust and debris. Harry sneezed repeatedly, but he continued waving and flicking his wand around until their dreary shelter seemed more hospitable.
"At least there's a log in the fireplace," said Malfoy.
"Hold on," Harry cautioned. "Let's make sure the chimney is in good order before we light a fire." He bent and peered up, using his lit wand to check the chimney. After making a few repairs, Harry stood back and flicked a quick Incendio at the log. It sputtered and caught, emitting a weak amount of light and barely noticeable warmth. Harry pocketed his wand and took stock of their surroundings. The cabin had a small, round table, three spindly chairs, some cupboards that looked ready to fall from the wall, and a disreputable sofa. A narrow door led to a deplorable loo, but at least it contained a sink and a stool.
"How long do you reckon we'll be stuck here?" asked Harry.
"We've already been stranded here too long, in my opinion," said Malfoy. He moved to stand in front of the sofa and scowled, as if it had deliberately wronged him. Malfoy swept a Scourgify over the piece, then Transfigured it into a better model.
"Thanks," said Harry, flopping onto the sofa with a sigh of relief.
"Oy!"
"There's room for both of us to sit here," Harry pointed out.
Malfoy grumbled under his breath, but he deigned to sit at the other end of the sofa. "If we're stuck here much longer, this is where I'm sleeping," he said. "You'll have to fend for yourself."
"Rubbish," snapped Harry. "Worst case scenario, we can Transfigure it into a bed."
"I'm not sharing a bed with you!"
"Then you can sleep on the floor, you wanker!"
"Fuck you, Potter!"
Harry smirked. "I can't very well do that when I'm on the bed and you're on the floor."
Malfoy's wand was in his hand in a flash. Harry tensed, but he made no move for his wand, nor did he comment. Malfoy blew out a breath and pocketed his wand.
"As soon as the storm abates, we'll Apparate out of here," said Harry. He stood up and pulled a small pack from one pocket and restored it to its original size. "In the meantime, I have some water and food."
Malfoy withdrew a similar pack from his uniform pocket and re-sized it. "I have my own provisions," he said, before adding a stilted, "Thank you."
They sat at their respective ends of the sofa, nibbled on granola bars, and sipped from bottles of water. Outside, the storm intensified. Sleet lashed the windows, while the wind howled and rattled the door knob as if seeking to get inside.
A draft danced over the back of Harry's neck, and he shivered again. He Summoned his cloak over and Transfigured it into a warm blanket. Harry saw Malfoy do the same. He tried to get comfortable at his end of the sofa, stretching his legs out and letting his head fall back.
Long moments passed before Malfoy grumbled, "This is bloody uncomfortable."
Harry turned his head and rolled his eyes at Malfoy's aggrieved expression. "Look, what difference does it make if we share a sofa or a bed? As long as we each stay on our own side, you should be able to keep your hands off of me."
"You arrogant arse," growled Malfoy, sending a shiver of a different sort through Harry. "I'm not one of your legion of fawning admirers. If anything, I suspect you'll have trouble resisting me."
"Hah! I've been resisting you for years!" As soon as the words were out, Harry winced. "Erm, that didn't come out right..." He trailed off when his partner began snickering. "Shut your gob, Malfoy."
Harry stood up, wincing at the crick in his neck and the dull ache in his back, a result of his slouched posture on the sofa.
Malfoy rose gracefully from his side of the sofa and cast a critical eye around their shelter. "This cottage isn't large enough for a bed."
"It's large enough for a full-sized bed," countered Harry. "If you're accustomed to a poncy, king-sized bed, then you'll simply have to suck it up and spend the night slumming."
Malfoy's lip curled in a sneer, but he was the one who drew his wand and flicked it at the sofa. It was Transfigured into a respectable bed.
Harry leaned over and tested the mattress by pressing his hand on it. "Impressive, Malfoy," he said.
"We can Transfigure our packs into pillows," Malfoy suggested.
Harry nodded his agreement, and they each Transfigured their own gear. Harry tossed his pillow to the head of the bed, removed his boots, and stretched out. He draped his cloak-turned-blanket over himself and sighed. Harry felt the bed dip beneath Malfoy's weight, but he didn't bother to look over at his partner. He reminded himself that their circumstances were necessary, and that Malfoy was off limits. Harry reckoned he could resist his partner's allure if he convinced himself this was simply another assignment. After all, he and Malfoy had been forced into cramped quarters together before.
Yeah, but we weren't sharing a bed then
Harry tamped down his wayward thoughts and shifted to get more comfortable.
"Stop shaking the bed, Potter."
Harry swallowed heavily. Merlin, how he'd love to shake the stuffing out of this bed by shagging the snark out of Malfoy on it. Rather than giving voice to his inappropriate thoughts, Harry said gruffly, "Try to get some sleep, Malfoy. Once this storm let's up, we can return to the Ministry."
Malfoy made no comment, and Harry gradually felt himself relax. His eyes grew heavy, and he didn't resist the pull of sleep. They'd been tracking a pair of rogue wizards for days now, and Harry was exhausted. As an Auror, he knew better than to pass up any chance to sleep. Harry's thoughts drifted into nothingness.
~*~
Harry awoke to the sound of the wind howling outside. He tried to move, only to realize he had an armful of Auror. His body stilled...most of it, any way. He reached behind himself, wondering how much room there was to scoot back. With luck, Malfoy wouldn't wake up. Harry shifted, and Malfoy's even breathing changed. The body in Harry's arms tensed.
"Cease molesting me, and get back on your own side of the bed, Potter," Malfoy hissed.
"I am on my side of the bed." Harry's statement was met with momentary silence.
"I see," said Malfoy, pushing away and scrambling to his own side of their shared bed. "Terribly sorry, do carry on."
Harry turned onto his back and fought the urge to groan. Now he was wide awake and aroused. Just make it through the night, he told himself.
~*~
The next time Harry woke up, it was as a result of getting elbowed in the stomach. He found that he'd migrated over to Malfoy's side, and his partner had reacted in a painful manner.
"Get away," growled Malfoy.
Harry scrambled to obey, not wanting to risk another blow from Malfoy's hard elbow. He raised up enough to peer out of the window. It was still dark out, but Harry could discern that the sleet had turned to snow at some point.
"Bloody hell," he muttered. "It's a blizzard out there."
Malfoy groaned and fumbled for his wand. He cast Tempus; it was after three in the morning. He swore and pulled his Transfigured blanket up beneath his chin.
Harry sighed and lay down once more. He hoped the storm abated before daylight.
~*~
Harry woke again. Weak, winter light illuminated the dirty windows, enabling him to make out blurry shapes inside the cottage. Harry discovered he and Malfoy were in the center of the bed, and that he was spooned up behind his partner. Harry's half-hard cock surged with arousal. His hips pressed forward, aligning his cock with the cleft of Malfoy's arse. It was so wrong, but Harry wasn't thinking straight. He positively ached, and if he was careful, maybe he could rut to completion against Malfoy's enticing arse. Harry tried to be as unobtrusive as possible. He made tiny motions with his hips as he frotted, all the while hoping Malfoy didn't wake up and murder him.
Harry froze when he noticed a subtle change in Malfoy's breathing. He considered his options: death by angry Auror partner, or death by blue balls. Since either choice was bound to be painful, Harry created a third option for himself. He cupped Malfoy between the legs and gave his partner a gentle squeeze.
Malfoy snuffled and thrust into Harry's hand before he stiffened. "Potter! What is the mmm..."
"Relax," Harry crooned. "Let me do this for you." He nuzzled Malfoy's hair aside and kissed his nape.
Malfoy exhaled on a tremulous sigh and arched into Harry's caress. His muscles tightened again, and he covered Harry's hand with his own. Since he hadn't actively pushed Harry's hand away, Harry continued to rub and squeeze him.
"Potter, this...mm...this is...it's in..."
"Incredible?" Harry whispered. He grew brazen enough to frot against Malfoy's arse again.
"Inappropriate."
"Would you like me to stop?" Please say no, please say no...
"N-no," sighed Malfoy.
After that, no more words were exchanged between them. Harry flung a leg over Malfoy's thighs and proceeded to dry hump him, while fondling Malfoy through his trousers. Malfoy pressed against Harry's hand with his own, and Harry took the hint and rubbed him harder. He climaxed first, which wasn't surprising, given that he'd had a head start on his partner.
Malfoy frotted into Harry's hand until Harry recovered enough to actively participate again. He stroked his partner, enjoying the opportunity to gauge Malfoy's size through his trousers. Harry licked his lips, wanting to see and taste. Malfoy grunted and surged into Harry's grip, hips twisting as his trousers grew damp against Harry's palm.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Their harsh breaths gradually slowed and evened out. Malfoy pushed Harry's hand away and scooted to the edge of the bed. He got up, took two steps to the cottage's tiny water closet, and closed the door softly behind him.
Harry groaned and rolled onto his back. He grimaced at the tacky feeling in his pants. Harry drew his wand and spelled himself clean. He Summoned his glasses and put them on, then sat up to survey the bed. The two blankets were tangled together, but their pillow-packs seemed to be in their proper places. Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed and went to the cottage door. He tugged it open as far as possible. A light breeze blew snow inside; other than that, the sky was overcast, but clear. They would be able to Apparate.
Malfoy emerged from the loo and halted when he saw Harry standing at the opened door. "Is it still snowing?"
"No, the weather has cleared," Harry replied.
Malfoy seemed about to respond, but he settled for a stilted nod instead. He drew his wand and used it to restore his blanket and pillow to their former incarnations of a cloak and a pack.
So, we're going to ignore the Erumpent in the room, Harry mused to himself. He stepped back and closed the door, then restored his own cloak and pack. Harry and Malfoy removed all traces of their presence, other than the repairs they'd made to the cottage.
Malfoy Transfigured the bed into the improved sofa. He frowned and raised his wand again.
"Wait," said Harry. "I doubt anyone has been using this cottage, but we can plot its location in case any other Aurors need it in the future. We may as well leave a decent sofa here."
Malfoy nodded his agreement. He tucked his wand away, swung his cloak over his shoulders and fastened it, then shrank his pack and stuck it in his pocket. Harry checked the fireplace a final time before donning his own cloak and shouldering his pack. He followed his partner outside.
Malfoy stamped his feet in the snow and drew his wand again. He held it aloft, preparing to Apparate. "Shall we?"
Harry couldn't help it; he allowed a tiny smirk to quirk his lips. "Yes, I think we should," he said, hoping he wouldn't get hexed. Malfoy's eyes rolled skyward, but just as he disappeared with a sharp crack, Harry could have sworn he saw his partner smile.
Harry grinned and raised his wand. He cast a final, fond glance at the rustic cottage before he Apparated away.
Cross-posted to hp_kinkfest