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Fest Fic: The Alcoves of Hogwarts, NC-17
Title: The Alcoves of Hogwarts
Author/Artist:
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: Own
Summary: Their relationship started in the alcoves of Hogwarts. Neither expected it to turn out to be what it did.
Word Count: 2543
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Contains: Sex, language
Notes:
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
The alcove near the Charms classroom was generally a safe place to meet. It was further down the corridor than the classroom, towards the dead-end, covered by thick, red velvet curtains. It was just large enough to fit two people in, and nearly every student who had an interest in the activities that occurred there knew about it. Draco glanced over his shoulder as he slipped between the curtains.
"Took your time."
"Shut-up." He dumped his bag on the stone window ledge, hearing it clunk against the other bag already there. "How long do we have?"
Harry's responding grin sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm free this period."
"Good."
It was rare that they spoke much. Well, beyond moans, that is. Draco stepped close and claimed Harry's lips in a rough kiss. One hand began to thread slowly through Harry's hair, tilting his head into a better position. He smiled when Harry grabbed his hips and dragged him closer. Pressed as close as they were, it would have been impossible for Draco to miss the hardness rubbing against his hip.
"Been waiting for me, Potter?"
"All day."
Draco gasped as Harry leant in to nip at the pulse in the side of his throat. His breath hitched and stuttered. Hardening rapidly, he rocked his hips, enjoying the sensations rushing through him.
"Want–" Draco cleared his throat as his voice came out more of a croak. "Want a hand job?"
The movement of Harry's hair against him told Draco that he was shaking his head. Unwilling to pull back, he huffed out a frustrated breath when Harry didn't respond further.
"Well?"
"Fuck me."
Draco groaned. It had taken them a while to get to this point in their relationship. And even longer to work out just how things like this worked. But, now that they had managed to find a rhythm they both liked, Harry requested it more and more often.
The spells that they had discovered helped Draco ease his way. He held his breath, hoping that he would be able to hold out long enough to make this pleasurable for the both of them. When Harry groaned his encouragement, he let go.
Holding Harry still in front of him, Draco tried to concentrate on his school schedule for the rest of the week. The heat surrounding him was distracting, but he wanted this to last.
He had double Potions after this free period. With the Hufflepuffs.
Harry pressed back into him, causing his breath to stutter. Pleasure shot through his core and he closed his eyes.
And Defence Against the Dark Arts this afternoon. With… the Gryffindors. Harry.
Harry groaned, begging to be touched. Draco ignored him.
Tomorrow morning was double Ancient Runes. With the Gryffindors again, but Harry wasn't in that class. Thankfully.
Wriggling, Harry straightened, clearly trying to capture Draco's lips in a kiss. Draco allowed it, wanting – no, needing – more stimulation. But not too much.
Alchemy! Yes, he also had Alchemy tomorrow. With the fucking Gryffindors again.
Draco's hand was pulled off Harry's hip and placed on his cock. Unable to help it, Draco moaned.
"Wanna come, Draco. Make me come."
With his eyes still closed, Draco allowed himself to pay closer attention to what was happening right in front of him. Harry was hot and tight around him, squeezing his muscles and moving with him. And his cock… Draco groaned as he stroked his hand slowly.
It didn't take long. It never did once Draco decided that they had been going long enough. He hoped that he would learn to last longer in the future, but for right now, this was enough. He collapsed down onto Harry, panting with exertion.
*~*
"You're what?"
Draco was standing in a small alcove in the dungeons of Hogwarts. It was colder here than in the Charms corridor. And damper. He had his arms wrapped around himself to stave off the cold, and he could feel them tightening involuntarily as he stared at Harry.
"Pregnant."
Harry stood only a couple of steps away from him. His head was bowed and his voice low. Draco could see the tension in him, from how high he held his shoulders, to the clenching of his hands. He was sure that he would be feeling sympathy right at that moment, if it were not for the shock that was currently holding him frozen to the spot.
"I've been feeling shitty in the mornings for a while now, but I refused to even think that this could be the cause. I eventually went to see Madam Pomfrey, and…"
Harry trailed off, shrugging. Draco stared at him.
Pregnant.
"I didn't tell her who the father was. Or other father?" Harry shrugged again. "I dunno. But it's… It's definitely yours. There hasn't been anyone else, I swear."
Draco couldn't seem to stop staring. He should move, he knew. Or speak. Something. Anything.
"I just thought you should know."
They both jumped when the bell rang to signal the next period. Draco automatically glanced up at the ceiling, almost as though he could see the bell from where they stood. When he looked back down, Harry was gone.
*~*
"Shit. Fuck. Merlin's fucking balls!"
Now that the weather was warming up a little, the Hogwarts grounds were an incredibly nice place to have a breakdown, Draco found. There was a small alcove in the grounds just off to the side of the greenhouses. Not many people went out that way, mostly because of the smell of manure. It didn't bother him, however. Not when he had this much on his mind.
It had taken a couple of days for him to process exactly what Harry had told him. He was pregnant. With Draco's child.
Pregnant. With a real, actual child.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
His hands shook as he ran them through his hair. Swallowing rapidly as he felt his breakfast trying to make a reappearance, he sat down on the wooden bench under the archway of vines and leaves. The alcove was slightly off the path that led around the greenhouses, so even if someone were to walk along it, there was the chance that he wouldn't be seen. Placing his forearms on his knees, he tried to breathe deeply. The same questions ran rapidly through his mind, over and over again. How? When? Why?
The 'how' was easy to answer. They had been having sex for a while now. Not penetrative every time, but that was definitely the way Draco preferred it. Harry, too, from what Draco could tell. If the begging was anything to go by, anyway.
The 'when' was a little more nebulous. Unless he knew exactly how far along Harry was, he couldn't say for sure. But they had first gotten together after the Christmas holidays, and it was now nearly June, so… Six months. But, if Harry was six months along, he would have had some kind of symptoms before this, right? Surely. Besides that, it had taken them a while to get to full-blown, actual sex. That narrowed it down to about two months, he figured.
And the 'why'… Draco sighed. Scrubbing his hands through his hair, he sat up. He thought they had been safe. He wasn't stupid, though, and he knew that the charms weren't foolproof. They should have been using condoms. He knew it, and so did Harry. Hell, they had even spoken about it. The thing was… The problem was… He sighed again. His head thudded against the back of the seat, and he groaned.
He'd lost himself too easily. Harry was the first person he had had any kind of sexual contact with, and it was hot and heady and… Fuck. He'd lost control. They both had. Once they had realised just how much pleasure they could give both themselves and each other, they had ignored the warnings, and just gone for it.
"Damn it."
He had to speak to Harry. The sooner the better.
*~*
Behind the hospital ward. Free period before Potions.
It wasn't the most romantic of invitations Draco had issued, but he figured that he didn't have time for that. He folded the parchment in half and managed to slip it into Harry's pocket as they passed in the hall. He wasn't worried that Harry wouldn't notice, as they used a special charm to heat the parchment up so it would be found. Now all he had to do was wait.
The alcove behind the hospital ward was much larger than any other one in Hogwarts. It held a large window that he would have called a bay window if it had been on a house. The long, black curtains covering it created a space that was completely hidden from the corridor, and large enough that Draco could pace back and forth. And he was.
Nerves flittered through him. He hadn't spoken to Harry in three days. Not since Harry had cornered him in the dungeons and dragged him into that secluded space between classrooms. He didn't actually know what he was going to say to Harry when he finally arrived. If he finally arrived. What was the appropriate response to being told that you had knocked up the wizarding world's saviour? Whoops?
He smothered a slightly hysterical-feeling giggle in the sleeve of his shirt. This was definitely an inappropriate response, he was sure of it. Taking a deep breath, he turned and paced back to the opposite end of the alcove.
"Draco?"
Draco spun around just in time to see Harry slip through the curtain. He hadn't changed. Should he have changed yet? Draco didn't know. He shook his head.
"Hi."
"Er… hi."
Draco rocked forward on his toes. A strange mix of emotions ran through him, causing his hands to clench and his chest to tighten. He could see sweat forming on Harry's forehead, although what could have caused it was beyond him. Nerves? Possibly. His eyes ran down Harry's body automatically, and he felt a familiar rush of desire. He licked his lips.
"How are you?"
His heart was beginning to race. Harry looked up to meet his eyes, and Draco felt his insides do a pleasurable jiggle. The intense look that Harry was capable of pinning him with was one of the things that had first attracted Draco to him. Being caught in that gaze again right now caused his breath to shorten.
"Honestly?"
That was definitely a touch of nerves to Harry's voice Draco could hear. His fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and touch, but he held himself back. Knowing Harry was waiting for a response, he nodded.
"Draco, I'm fucking terrified. I'm not even nineteen years old! Not even my own mother was this young when she had me! I…"
When Harry trailed off, his voice cracking, Draco could resist no more. Stepping forward, he pulled Harry into a tight embrace. The tension in Harry's body had sympathy washing through Draco in waves. He lowered his head and breathed Harry's scent in, just waiting for him to react. When he did, he melted into Draco's arms, his entire body shuddering.
"Can I… Can we do this? Should we… There's ways to…"
Draco shook his head. "Shush. Just… Just be here for the moment." He tightened his grip around Harry, pulling him flush against his chest. He fit there so perfectly, Draco thought. "We can sort through this soon. Just be here with me for now."
Harry shivered in Draco's arms. He couldn't tell if what he was feeling was Harry crying, or just a reaction to the fear Harry must be feeling. It didn't matter, though. Standing there with Harry in his arms, it felt right.
"We can do this," he murmured into Harry's hair. "Whatever you want to do, we can do it."
"'We'? Together?"
Harry's voice was muffled against Draco's shoulder. Draco smiled.
"Together," he confirmed.
*~*
Seventeen years later
"I really wish you would have let me hide that packet of condoms in his trunk, Draco."
"And have to visit my eldest in prison for murdering his father? No thank you."
Harry chuckled. Leaning back against Draco's chest, he waved to Jasper as he hung out the window of the Hogwarts Express. Pearl and Jade, their two girls who were in their first and second years respectively, stuck their hands out the windows of the carriage behind Jasper's. Draco smiled and waved to the three of them, his free arm wrapping around Harry's waist.
"Papa?" Sterling, their youngest, tugged at Draco's shirt. At only eight years of age, he had a few years yet before he could join his siblings on the train. "Can we go to Fortescue's on the way home?"
Draco could feel Harry beginning to laugh. He shook his head.
"Fortescue's isn't really on the way home, you know."
"Yeah, but…"
Harry was definitely laughing, the bastard. Jostling him, Draco unwrapped his arm. "Thanks for the help," he mumbled.
"No problem."
Harry shot him a grin before sauntering away to speak to a group of parents lingering on the platform. Draco sighed. Kneeling down, he looked up at Sterling.
He had Draco's colouring. And Draco swore that he could see his great Uncle Augustine's nose coming through. Maybe there was even the Black family chin there, as well? There was no mistaking this child for being anything other than a Malfoy, anyway. He was, in fact, the only one of their four children who had inherited Draco's hair colour. Unfortunately, he also seemed to have inherited Draco's stubborn streak.
"It's not that far, Papa. I really want some ice cream." Widening his eyes – Harry's green instead of Draco's blue – he stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. "Please?"
Draco knew he was being manipulated. Harry had always told him he was too soft with the kids. Draco figured it was a reaction to the rocky start they had had.
"If I say yes, you can’t ask for ice cream again for the rest of the week, alright?"
Sterling's entire face brightened in a wide smile. "Alright!"
Standing, Draco watched as Sterling raced across the platform to a group of his friends. He shook his head. There was no way he could have known seventeen years ago, when he had been that terrified teenager holding Harry in that alcove as they both trembled with fear, that this is the life he would end up having. Four beautiful children, and the sexist husband that he could have wished for. Not that he would admit that to Harry's face. His ego was big enough as it was.
"Draco?"
Turning, Draco smiled as he was pulled into a soft kiss. He ran his hand down Harry's side, letting it rest on his waist.
"We're off to Fortescue's, then?"
Draco grinned. "You were of no help there, you know."
"I know." Harry squeezed Draco's arse. "Maybe we can find something else to do with the ice cream, hm? Something much more fun."
Draco's grin widened into a smile. He had no idea how the two of them had actually managed to go from being the two scared kids huddling in the hospital ward corridor to this, but he wouldn't give it up for anything.
Author/Artist:
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: Own
Summary: Their relationship started in the alcoves of Hogwarts. Neither expected it to turn out to be what it did.
Word Count: 2543
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Contains: Sex, language
Notes:
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
The alcove near the Charms classroom was generally a safe place to meet. It was further down the corridor than the classroom, towards the dead-end, covered by thick, red velvet curtains. It was just large enough to fit two people in, and nearly every student who had an interest in the activities that occurred there knew about it. Draco glanced over his shoulder as he slipped between the curtains.
"Took your time."
"Shut-up." He dumped his bag on the stone window ledge, hearing it clunk against the other bag already there. "How long do we have?"
Harry's responding grin sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm free this period."
"Good."
It was rare that they spoke much. Well, beyond moans, that is. Draco stepped close and claimed Harry's lips in a rough kiss. One hand began to thread slowly through Harry's hair, tilting his head into a better position. He smiled when Harry grabbed his hips and dragged him closer. Pressed as close as they were, it would have been impossible for Draco to miss the hardness rubbing against his hip.
"Been waiting for me, Potter?"
"All day."
Draco gasped as Harry leant in to nip at the pulse in the side of his throat. His breath hitched and stuttered. Hardening rapidly, he rocked his hips, enjoying the sensations rushing through him.
"Want–" Draco cleared his throat as his voice came out more of a croak. "Want a hand job?"
The movement of Harry's hair against him told Draco that he was shaking his head. Unwilling to pull back, he huffed out a frustrated breath when Harry didn't respond further.
"Well?"
"Fuck me."
Draco groaned. It had taken them a while to get to this point in their relationship. And even longer to work out just how things like this worked. But, now that they had managed to find a rhythm they both liked, Harry requested it more and more often.
The spells that they had discovered helped Draco ease his way. He held his breath, hoping that he would be able to hold out long enough to make this pleasurable for the both of them. When Harry groaned his encouragement, he let go.
Holding Harry still in front of him, Draco tried to concentrate on his school schedule for the rest of the week. The heat surrounding him was distracting, but he wanted this to last.
He had double Potions after this free period. With the Hufflepuffs.
Harry pressed back into him, causing his breath to stutter. Pleasure shot through his core and he closed his eyes.
And Defence Against the Dark Arts this afternoon. With… the Gryffindors. Harry.
Harry groaned, begging to be touched. Draco ignored him.
Tomorrow morning was double Ancient Runes. With the Gryffindors again, but Harry wasn't in that class. Thankfully.
Wriggling, Harry straightened, clearly trying to capture Draco's lips in a kiss. Draco allowed it, wanting – no, needing – more stimulation. But not too much.
Alchemy! Yes, he also had Alchemy tomorrow. With the fucking Gryffindors again.
Draco's hand was pulled off Harry's hip and placed on his cock. Unable to help it, Draco moaned.
"Wanna come, Draco. Make me come."
With his eyes still closed, Draco allowed himself to pay closer attention to what was happening right in front of him. Harry was hot and tight around him, squeezing his muscles and moving with him. And his cock… Draco groaned as he stroked his hand slowly.
It didn't take long. It never did once Draco decided that they had been going long enough. He hoped that he would learn to last longer in the future, but for right now, this was enough. He collapsed down onto Harry, panting with exertion.
"You're what?"
Draco was standing in a small alcove in the dungeons of Hogwarts. It was colder here than in the Charms corridor. And damper. He had his arms wrapped around himself to stave off the cold, and he could feel them tightening involuntarily as he stared at Harry.
"Pregnant."
Harry stood only a couple of steps away from him. His head was bowed and his voice low. Draco could see the tension in him, from how high he held his shoulders, to the clenching of his hands. He was sure that he would be feeling sympathy right at that moment, if it were not for the shock that was currently holding him frozen to the spot.
"I've been feeling shitty in the mornings for a while now, but I refused to even think that this could be the cause. I eventually went to see Madam Pomfrey, and…"
Harry trailed off, shrugging. Draco stared at him.
Pregnant.
"I didn't tell her who the father was. Or other father?" Harry shrugged again. "I dunno. But it's… It's definitely yours. There hasn't been anyone else, I swear."
Draco couldn't seem to stop staring. He should move, he knew. Or speak. Something. Anything.
"I just thought you should know."
They both jumped when the bell rang to signal the next period. Draco automatically glanced up at the ceiling, almost as though he could see the bell from where they stood. When he looked back down, Harry was gone.
"Shit. Fuck. Merlin's fucking balls!"
Now that the weather was warming up a little, the Hogwarts grounds were an incredibly nice place to have a breakdown, Draco found. There was a small alcove in the grounds just off to the side of the greenhouses. Not many people went out that way, mostly because of the smell of manure. It didn't bother him, however. Not when he had this much on his mind.
It had taken a couple of days for him to process exactly what Harry had told him. He was pregnant. With Draco's child.
Pregnant. With a real, actual child.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
His hands shook as he ran them through his hair. Swallowing rapidly as he felt his breakfast trying to make a reappearance, he sat down on the wooden bench under the archway of vines and leaves. The alcove was slightly off the path that led around the greenhouses, so even if someone were to walk along it, there was the chance that he wouldn't be seen. Placing his forearms on his knees, he tried to breathe deeply. The same questions ran rapidly through his mind, over and over again. How? When? Why?
The 'how' was easy to answer. They had been having sex for a while now. Not penetrative every time, but that was definitely the way Draco preferred it. Harry, too, from what Draco could tell. If the begging was anything to go by, anyway.
The 'when' was a little more nebulous. Unless he knew exactly how far along Harry was, he couldn't say for sure. But they had first gotten together after the Christmas holidays, and it was now nearly June, so… Six months. But, if Harry was six months along, he would have had some kind of symptoms before this, right? Surely. Besides that, it had taken them a while to get to full-blown, actual sex. That narrowed it down to about two months, he figured.
And the 'why'… Draco sighed. Scrubbing his hands through his hair, he sat up. He thought they had been safe. He wasn't stupid, though, and he knew that the charms weren't foolproof. They should have been using condoms. He knew it, and so did Harry. Hell, they had even spoken about it. The thing was… The problem was… He sighed again. His head thudded against the back of the seat, and he groaned.
He'd lost himself too easily. Harry was the first person he had had any kind of sexual contact with, and it was hot and heady and… Fuck. He'd lost control. They both had. Once they had realised just how much pleasure they could give both themselves and each other, they had ignored the warnings, and just gone for it.
"Damn it."
He had to speak to Harry. The sooner the better.
Behind the hospital ward. Free period before Potions.
It wasn't the most romantic of invitations Draco had issued, but he figured that he didn't have time for that. He folded the parchment in half and managed to slip it into Harry's pocket as they passed in the hall. He wasn't worried that Harry wouldn't notice, as they used a special charm to heat the parchment up so it would be found. Now all he had to do was wait.
The alcove behind the hospital ward was much larger than any other one in Hogwarts. It held a large window that he would have called a bay window if it had been on a house. The long, black curtains covering it created a space that was completely hidden from the corridor, and large enough that Draco could pace back and forth. And he was.
Nerves flittered through him. He hadn't spoken to Harry in three days. Not since Harry had cornered him in the dungeons and dragged him into that secluded space between classrooms. He didn't actually know what he was going to say to Harry when he finally arrived. If he finally arrived. What was the appropriate response to being told that you had knocked up the wizarding world's saviour? Whoops?
He smothered a slightly hysterical-feeling giggle in the sleeve of his shirt. This was definitely an inappropriate response, he was sure of it. Taking a deep breath, he turned and paced back to the opposite end of the alcove.
"Draco?"
Draco spun around just in time to see Harry slip through the curtain. He hadn't changed. Should he have changed yet? Draco didn't know. He shook his head.
"Hi."
"Er… hi."
Draco rocked forward on his toes. A strange mix of emotions ran through him, causing his hands to clench and his chest to tighten. He could see sweat forming on Harry's forehead, although what could have caused it was beyond him. Nerves? Possibly. His eyes ran down Harry's body automatically, and he felt a familiar rush of desire. He licked his lips.
"How are you?"
His heart was beginning to race. Harry looked up to meet his eyes, and Draco felt his insides do a pleasurable jiggle. The intense look that Harry was capable of pinning him with was one of the things that had first attracted Draco to him. Being caught in that gaze again right now caused his breath to shorten.
"Honestly?"
That was definitely a touch of nerves to Harry's voice Draco could hear. His fingers twitched, wanting to reach out and touch, but he held himself back. Knowing Harry was waiting for a response, he nodded.
"Draco, I'm fucking terrified. I'm not even nineteen years old! Not even my own mother was this young when she had me! I…"
When Harry trailed off, his voice cracking, Draco could resist no more. Stepping forward, he pulled Harry into a tight embrace. The tension in Harry's body had sympathy washing through Draco in waves. He lowered his head and breathed Harry's scent in, just waiting for him to react. When he did, he melted into Draco's arms, his entire body shuddering.
"Can I… Can we do this? Should we… There's ways to…"
Draco shook his head. "Shush. Just… Just be here for the moment." He tightened his grip around Harry, pulling him flush against his chest. He fit there so perfectly, Draco thought. "We can sort through this soon. Just be here with me for now."
Harry shivered in Draco's arms. He couldn't tell if what he was feeling was Harry crying, or just a reaction to the fear Harry must be feeling. It didn't matter, though. Standing there with Harry in his arms, it felt right.
"We can do this," he murmured into Harry's hair. "Whatever you want to do, we can do it."
"'We'? Together?"
Harry's voice was muffled against Draco's shoulder. Draco smiled.
"Together," he confirmed.
Seventeen years later
"I really wish you would have let me hide that packet of condoms in his trunk, Draco."
"And have to visit my eldest in prison for murdering his father? No thank you."
Harry chuckled. Leaning back against Draco's chest, he waved to Jasper as he hung out the window of the Hogwarts Express. Pearl and Jade, their two girls who were in their first and second years respectively, stuck their hands out the windows of the carriage behind Jasper's. Draco smiled and waved to the three of them, his free arm wrapping around Harry's waist.
"Papa?" Sterling, their youngest, tugged at Draco's shirt. At only eight years of age, he had a few years yet before he could join his siblings on the train. "Can we go to Fortescue's on the way home?"
Draco could feel Harry beginning to laugh. He shook his head.
"Fortescue's isn't really on the way home, you know."
"Yeah, but…"
Harry was definitely laughing, the bastard. Jostling him, Draco unwrapped his arm. "Thanks for the help," he mumbled.
"No problem."
Harry shot him a grin before sauntering away to speak to a group of parents lingering on the platform. Draco sighed. Kneeling down, he looked up at Sterling.
He had Draco's colouring. And Draco swore that he could see his great Uncle Augustine's nose coming through. Maybe there was even the Black family chin there, as well? There was no mistaking this child for being anything other than a Malfoy, anyway. He was, in fact, the only one of their four children who had inherited Draco's hair colour. Unfortunately, he also seemed to have inherited Draco's stubborn streak.
"It's not that far, Papa. I really want some ice cream." Widening his eyes – Harry's green instead of Draco's blue – he stuck out his bottom lip in a pout. "Please?"
Draco knew he was being manipulated. Harry had always told him he was too soft with the kids. Draco figured it was a reaction to the rocky start they had had.
"If I say yes, you can’t ask for ice cream again for the rest of the week, alright?"
Sterling's entire face brightened in a wide smile. "Alright!"
Standing, Draco watched as Sterling raced across the platform to a group of his friends. He shook his head. There was no way he could have known seventeen years ago, when he had been that terrified teenager holding Harry in that alcove as they both trembled with fear, that this is the life he would end up having. Four beautiful children, and the sexist husband that he could have wished for. Not that he would admit that to Harry's face. His ego was big enough as it was.
"Draco?"
Turning, Draco smiled as he was pulled into a soft kiss. He ran his hand down Harry's side, letting it rest on his waist.
"We're off to Fortescue's, then?"
Draco grinned. "You were of no help there, you know."
"I know." Harry squeezed Draco's arse. "Maybe we can find something else to do with the ice cream, hm? Something much more fun."
Draco's grin widened into a smile. He had no idea how the two of them had actually managed to go from being the two scared kids huddling in the hospital ward corridor to this, but he wouldn't give it up for anything.