Disclaimer: These boys and girls belong to rich people so obviously not me.
A/N: Review would be very much welcomed. I'm still reworking this story but the new parts should come out pretty regularly. Peace
Love is Not a Stranger
I've heard the name Harry Potter my whole life. I admired him from the moment I first saw him fly. I've lusted after him since he was an awkward boy of 17. I fell in love with him as a young man on the dance floor, tall, smooth, confident in a way he had only just realized he could be. It came as quite a shock that he could love me back, that he did love me back. Even more shocking that he wanted what I did the forever and not just for a little while. He agreed to marriage. I'm not sure why I thought he wouldn't, he loves me. He wants a Christmas wedding. Christmas was never happy for him growing up, he wants to change that, make it something special. Dec 24 Christmas eve, the day we would be married. The closer the day gets the more convinced I am that things will work out, it will all be okay.
And than today happen. Right now occurred. I've know about Draco since the start. How could I not know about Draco Malfoy. When we first started dating Harry was quite up front about his odd ball relationship with Malfoy. They fucked a lot regularly unless one of them was involved. Whatever they had between them stopped the minute Harry kissed me back under the mistletoe two years go. It went even further under dust when Draco took off for Africa and detective work a year ago. It's still startles me to see them together.
Luck and chance made this moment possible. I turn the corner in time to spot Draco who is talking on a muggle cell and staring at a pretty women in a short skirt walked by on the other side of the street. Harry was reading a strip of paper walking towards him. They crashed into each other Draco clutching the phone in one hand Harry waist in the other. Harry eyes had closed on impact, glasses throw askew. Draco eyes widen slightly as he realized who he is holding. He warps both arms around Harry, whispering something in Harry's ear, he pulls him closer. Harry leans into him with out opening his eyes, he knows it is Malfoy who holds him. Would he known me by voice, smell, touch? Harry smiles against Draco chest and hugs him hard. Draco lean in kissing Harry once twice on the lip. The third time he kisses hard, Harry kisses back just as hard, fingers digging into Draco over coat. Harry my fiancé is making out with Malfoy in the middle of muggle London. The first thought that filter pass that image is Harry has lost his mittens, again third time this winter. Harry pulls out the kiss and smiles up at Draco.