Harry and Draco had become inseparable after that. Draco was quite literally hanging off of Harry's every word. Some part of Draco was always resting against Harry, a silent claim of the other man. Harry for his part, found the undivided attention to be filling a hole he never knew he had, but all of the affection never failed to turn his face red. Draco added fuel to the fire by telling Harry just how much red was his color.

When they got onto the field however, the boundaries were immediately put into place. They kept their relationship separate from the team, knowing that they needed to work together to be able to win. The only sign of their relationship was the knowing looks that they would give each other on the field, but even those faded as it became time to focus.

Practices were running overtime, and everyone was positively exhausted. The day before the championship, Draco was laying on the floor, worriedly staring at the ceiling, when something hit him in the face and he screamed.

"Sorry love," Harry said with a laugh, not prepared for Draco to retaliate by throwing a pillow. 

"Hey!"

"You deserved it you complete tosser!"

"But I'm your tosser aren't I?," Harry teased, getting on the floor and stealing a kiss from Draco.

"You are. All mine and no one else's."

"What's on your mind my love?"

Goosebumps traveled down Draco's arms at the pet name. He'd never tire of being Harry's love.

"I didn't think I was seeing you today."

"I missed you, and I knew that you'd be worrying like crazy so I came to see you."

"You're perfect, did you know that?"

"Far from it my love, but I feel perfect when I'm with you."

"You're such a sap," Draco replied with an eye roll, but really he was quite pleased. "What do you want to do?"

"What I want and what you want are two different things. We'll go over the plays one more time, and then we're going to cook dinner."

"We? Here?"

"Yes."

"That's going to be a disaster."

"I'm an excellent cook, and you need a distraction."

"I can think of a more pleasant distraction," Draco flirted, moving subtly closer to Harry.

"And what would that be?"

Leaning, in Draco closed the distance between them. The shared kisses were soft, sweet, and playful, with Harry gently biting on Draco's lip as he pulled away.

"We're still on the floor."

"I like it down here, it helps me think."

"Should I even ask?"

"Well, it was the match obviously, but now all I'm thinking about is how lucky I am to have you."

"The feeling is mutual," Harry promised, placing a soft kiss to Draco's cheek. "Come on, I left the groceries downstairs so we can get started on dinner."

"Oh yes. You did say that didn't you?," Draco replied with a sigh, holding his hands out so Harry could help him up.

"I'm sure watching you make dinner will be a blast," Draco replied sarcastically.

"I think so too," Harry replied with a grin, shrugging of his jacket.

Draco thought nothing of it, until Harry turned around. Smiling cheekily, looking over his shoulder, Harry asked, "are you coming?" 

His eyes rooted to the back of Harry's jersey, his mouth slightly ajar, Draco's eyes began filling with tears.

"Draco, are you okay?," Harry asked in concern, closing the door and rushing towards Draco.

"I love you. I love you so much."

Harry positively lit up, and held Draco tightly.

"I love you too. But that doesn't mean you don't have to help with dinner," Harry teased, peppering Draco's face with kisses, pleased when the tears left his eyes.

"I need a Potter jersey. It's completely unfair that you can ambush me like that."

"I'll take it off later if you ask nicely."

With that, Harry raced out of the room, laughing as Draco chased him, yelling. Harry ambushed Draco from behind a column, picking him up around the waist and spinning him around.

"Potter, quit manhandling me!"

"Please don't break our son Mr. Potter," Lucius drawled, amusement barely hidden.

"Harry, Mr. Malfoy," Lucius was reminded.

"Thank you for finally getting him out of his room," Narcissa said teasingly. "What are your plans for the night?"

"We're going to make dinner, and then I'd like to take Draco out for a little while afterwards if that's alright?"

"As long as you're not back too late. Tomorrow is a big day."

"Of course Mr. Malfoy. I want to win just as badly as everyone else," Harry said, his face set in determination.

"Draco's gotten to you hasn't he?"

"No Mother, we're going to destroy his no good cousin."

"Cousin?"

"The family I became emancipated from," Harry clarified. "I left as soon as I was legally able to. They weren't kind, to put it nicely, and we're playing against Surrey tomorrow. He's on the team."

"He's a right pri-," Draco began, clearing his throat at his mother's raised eyebrow. "He bullied Harry growing up. He's the size of a boulder too. I'm worried he's going to see Harry and do something stupid."

"He might," Harry replied with a sigh. "But that means he could get benched. I would hope he's not stupid enough to risk his future, but who knows? The short temper certainly doesn't run on my side of the family. That's surely a Dursley trait."

"You're related to that ghastly man?," Lucius asked, dropping the paper he was reading.

"Oh God no! His wife Petunia was my mum's sister. Clearly that didn't mean much to her considering I lived in a cupboard under the stairs until I moved out, but that's how it was. Draco love it's getting late, we need to start dinner."

"Draco will join you in a moment Harry, dear. He seems to have misplaced his lucky socks, and I need him to tell me everywhere he's looked so that I can find them before tomorrow."

"I didn't even know you had lucky socks."

"You don't?," Draco asked in confusion.

"I guess I'm going sock shopping," Harry mused, making his way to the kitchen to begin prepping dinner.

It wasn't like Draco would have been much help anyway, but his presence was missed.

"Found them!," he heard sometime later.

Draco quickly joined Harry in the kitchen, smile slipping from his face as he saw Harry was almost done. 

"What can I do?"

"Sit there and look pretty."

"I didn't mean to be gone the whole time. I feel bad."

"It's fine, I'm used to it," Harry replied with a shrug.

"Just because you're used to something does not mean that it should be normalized."

"Hey," Draco continued softly, grabbing Harry by the hips and spinning him to face him. "I did lose my socks, but I was also working on a surprise for you. I didn't know that you'd be here before Sunday so it wasn't ready yet, but it is now. Let me finish up and set the table, then you can see it?"

"You didn't have to-"

"Harry Potter, I hope you know that I would do absolutely anything for you," Draco cut in, the serious tone of his voice stopping Harry in his tracks.

"How about a kiss?"

"I can do that."

Draco normally sat on his counter, but he had to admit he enjoyed being pressed against it just as much, if not more. He pulled away breathlessly, his face tinged with pink.

"Later," he murmured against Harry's lips, pecking him one last time. "My parents could walk in."

"You have dinner to finish prepping anyway, but I'll be waiting."

Once dinner was in the oven and the table was set, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and let him quickly upstairs.

"Eager are we?," Harry asked with a laugh. "Where are we going, we just passed your room?"

He was confused to see Narcissa and Lucius standing outside of another door down the hall.

"Is our project okay?," Harry asked, head tilted in confusion.

"Perfectly fine. Remember that surprise I told you about?"

"I do," Harry replied slowly.

"Welcome home Harry," Narcissa greeted kindly, opening the door, and leading Harry inside, her hand resting on the small of his back.

"I don't understand..."

"You told me that all you ever wanted was a room of your own with a family that loves you. This is your room."

"Mine?"

"We want to show you that you're always welcome here Harry. You spend a lot of time here anyway, we thought it would be nice if you had a space of your own."

"You're sure? I don't want to take up space that's needed-"

Draco silenced Harry with a soft kiss.

"We're sure Harry. We've been planning this for awhile now," Draco cut in softly, wiping the soft tears from Harry's face that he hadn't even realized had fallen.

"Thank you."

"We do mean that you're always welcome Harry. Perhaps this will help end some of the late night sneaking."

"Lucius!," Narcissa chided.

"I told you to oil those squeaky hinges darling," Draco murmured.

Harry laughed, wiping the tears from his eyes in disbelief. He was home.