"Secondly... put yourself in Draco’s shoes. What if it had been me they’d taken instead of Hermione? It could have been. I could have been beneficial to them. Certainly better to have me locked in a cage than fight against them. Do you mean to tell me that you would just sit back and let Draco handle it? Because we’ve been best mates since we were born, Harry."  His hands splayed across the muscles of Harry’s lower back as he spoke. Not because he’s personally enjoying it, although he truly is, but because physical touch is Harry Potter’s love language. And Theo figured it’s always best to tell your partner you love them while simultaneously telling them they’re acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum and need to grow the fuck up. Harry sighs deeply but his hands reach around to tangle in his curls as he tilts Theo’s head back. 