Two years out of Hogwarts, Harry Potter found himself kindof newly wed to one, Draco Malfoy. His love's work took his anywhere it called, at any given time, currently, a tour in France. In his absence, Harry was thinking about all Draco and himself had done. They used to throw punches and bloody each others face.
That was replaced with fevered kisses in Sixth Year. They had been married a year, a year ago today, and the blond Aristocrat could still melt the boy-who-lived with a glance.
Harry set down his coffee and looked around the large house. His husbands touch was everywhere, in the furnishings, floorboards, and even the very foundation. He let out a shaky breath and braced himself on the table.
He missed the sex, the games and touches.
He missed Draco's tenor voice as it echoed through the house when he sang to his lover.
He missed the expensive Mercedes, the Malfoy had insisted on buying it just to be able to drive him around.
The house just seemed to big for one person, let alone two, but Draco had always managed to make it seem just right.
The left side of their King size bed was always cold, Harry wasn't big enough to warm it all.
It was all just wrong.
Tears fell into his mug and Harry gave in. "A year", he thought "A year and I'm alone". It was then that the door bell rang loudly and the green-eyed Malfoy jumped to Attention. Opening it, he cried out and scrambled for the keys. Draco, dressed in black fitting trousers, a tight deep blue button-down and shin high leather boots. His cotton Prada coat was thrown carelessly over his suitcase. Harry threw himself at the gorgeous man and kissed him for all he was worth. Draco pulled the much shorter wizard flush against his body as he broke the kiss. He fiddled with Harry wedding ring, a large white diamond on a deep ruby strap. Harry buried his head into his man's chest and allowed tears to flow. "A year today", he heard Draco whisper, "And You're Not Alone". Harry's grin only widened, if that was possible.
This was where he belonged, In Draco's Arms.