It took a long time for Harry to get to the point where he's at - where he was able to actually make his own decisions and moves without it being questioned every single second by either his relatives or the media. It was absolutely freeing.
Harry chuckled at the response and sent him an amused smirk. "She could and would, no doubt about it," he agreed, thankful that Draco had taken their situation so well. If only because he and Hermione had agreed that they both fancied the blond. Though, he was sure Hermione would insist that he'd always had a bit of an obsession when it came to Draco.
He laughed and shook his head at Draco's good natured snark and the hard look he sent him. "You saw a lot," he agreed with a nod. Draco had seen a lot... honestly, more than anyone else other than Hermione and that was simply because of how long she'd been his friend - the one constant.
"Agreed," he said and watched as Draco faded from his dreamscape. He took one last look around and felt himself start to wake up. He groaned at the tenseness in his body, the soreness that came from his muscles tightening and releasing, "bloody fuck," he muttered before starting to sit up. It took only a second but he could tell that the war level wards surrounding the flat had held up and for that he was grateful. It wasn't something he'd want to explain even to the witches and wizards living in their complex. "While the main wards held strong, mine were shredded," he grumbled, his voice hoarse from the screaming. Honestly, he wasn't that surprised since he'd been in that dream and knew how his magic would have responded to all three.
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Harry chuckled at the response and sent him an amused smirk. "She could and would, no doubt about it," he agreed, thankful that Draco had taken their situation so well. If only because he and Hermione had agreed that they both fancied the blond. Though, he was sure Hermione would insist that he'd always had a bit of an obsession when it came to Draco.
He laughed and shook his head at Draco's good natured snark and the hard look he sent him. "You saw a lot," he agreed with a nod. Draco had seen a lot... honestly, more than anyone else other than Hermione and that was simply because of how long she'd been his friend - the one constant.
"Agreed," he said and watched as Draco faded from his dreamscape. He took one last look around and felt himself start to wake up. He groaned at the tenseness in his body, the soreness that came from his muscles tightening and releasing, "bloody fuck," he muttered before starting to sit up. It took only a second but he could tell that the war level wards surrounding the flat had held up and for that he was grateful. It wasn't something he'd want to explain even to the witches and wizards living in their complex. "While the main wards held strong, mine were shredded," he grumbled, his voice hoarse from the screaming. Honestly, he wasn't that surprised since he'd been in that dream and knew how his magic would have responded to all three.