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Title: Home
Author: miranda882
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Draco
Summary: Harry finally arrives home.
It was past midnight when he’d finally arrived at the manor. Outside, the storm had worsened - the heavy sound of rain and the occasional boom of thunder could be heard as the dark figure stepped into the foyer.
Shaking the droplets out of his hair, Harry shrugged out of now sodden travel cloak. A few quick drying charms later, he was on his way up the stairs. A silencing charm wasn’t necessary to cover the sound of his steps - years of practise sneaking around the castle and avoiding Voldemort’s people had perfected that skill.
Stopping in front of the double doors making up the entrance of the master bedroom, he slowly raised a hand and pushed one door open.
The side of the large bed nearest the door remained empty - even deep in slumber, the two occupants made sure that enough space was left for the missing member of their trio.
He left his clothes on a pile by the bed before burrowing under the covers, giving a content sigh at the warmth he’d found there. Knowing Draco’s disdain for the cold - which Harry always found a bit ironic considering the location of the Slytherin dorms (“You honestly think we didn’t want a tower location? And no, freezing one’s arse off is not something you can get used to!”), this wasn’t surprising.
As the bed dipped underneath his weight, he felt Hermione stir. Harry laid still, hoping he hadn’t awakened her with his entrance when she shifted her body so that she was now facing him. He couldn’t help but let out a small hiss as Hermione’s cold feet came into contact with his legs. Draco had certainly remarked on this phenomenon more than once, but even as he complained, he would pull Hermione’s feet onto his lap and warm them with his hands.
“Harry?” Her voice was heavy from sleep.
“Shh. Go back to sleep.”
Then he felt Draco’s hand wrap around his arm and give it a reassuring squeeze. Harry understood it for the sentiment it was even though the words were unsaid. Welcome home.
A/N: Found this fic lying around on my hard drive when I was organizing my files. I think I was originally planning on writing something longer but the muse got sidetracked. Hoped you liked it though!
Author: miranda882
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Hermione/Draco
Summary: Harry finally arrives home.
It was past midnight when he’d finally arrived at the manor. Outside, the storm had worsened - the heavy sound of rain and the occasional boom of thunder could be heard as the dark figure stepped into the foyer.
Shaking the droplets out of his hair, Harry shrugged out of now sodden travel cloak. A few quick drying charms later, he was on his way up the stairs. A silencing charm wasn’t necessary to cover the sound of his steps - years of practise sneaking around the castle and avoiding Voldemort’s people had perfected that skill.
Stopping in front of the double doors making up the entrance of the master bedroom, he slowly raised a hand and pushed one door open.
The side of the large bed nearest the door remained empty - even deep in slumber, the two occupants made sure that enough space was left for the missing member of their trio.
He left his clothes on a pile by the bed before burrowing under the covers, giving a content sigh at the warmth he’d found there. Knowing Draco’s disdain for the cold - which Harry always found a bit ironic considering the location of the Slytherin dorms (“You honestly think we didn’t want a tower location? And no, freezing one’s arse off is not something you can get used to!”), this wasn’t surprising.
As the bed dipped underneath his weight, he felt Hermione stir. Harry laid still, hoping he hadn’t awakened her with his entrance when she shifted her body so that she was now facing him. He couldn’t help but let out a small hiss as Hermione’s cold feet came into contact with his legs. Draco had certainly remarked on this phenomenon more than once, but even as he complained, he would pull Hermione’s feet onto his lap and warm them with his hands.
“Harry?” Her voice was heavy from sleep.
“Shh. Go back to sleep.”
Then he felt Draco’s hand wrap around his arm and give it a reassuring squeeze. Harry understood it for the sentiment it was even though the words were unsaid. Welcome home.
A/N: Found this fic lying around on my hard drive when I was organizing my files. I think I was originally planning on writing something longer but the muse got sidetracked. Hoped you liked it though!