***I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All rights go to J.K Rowling. I am just a crazy teen who is obsessed with Drarry. :)
Their life was perfect and nothing could change that. Harry loved his husband with all his heart, and he knew his love was returned with just as much devotion. Though their school days were over, their passionate fighting still remained, but it had became more romantic in a slightly fucked up way. They could still argue for hours over the silliest things such as Harry leaving his quidditch gear on the floor, but now their words were laced with love. Even when Harry would storm out of the house in a fury vowing to never return, he always found his way back home. He relished in the fact that their couples spats always ended with rounds of hot make-up sex that would have Harry seeing stars. The love they shared was not easy, but neither man wanted easy. Sometimes, their relationship sucked, but the good out-weighed the bad, and when Harry held their child for the first time, he knew why he kept coming back. Harry loved Draco, and Draco loved him, and that's all that mattered.
Drarry Forever!
~Sorry for any grammatical errors. This was written very quickly before school one day. Enjoy, comment, vote :)