Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Some of you asked for another one and I am so obliged to give it to you!


The large oak front door swung open, blowing wildly in the fierce wind. A man with messy black hair slipped in quickly and shut the door to keep out the elements. The bitter wind whipped through it, closely followed by flurries of white snow. The man shut it quickly and moved to take off his coat.

Harry hung it up on the rack by the door and looked around the large living room. It was comfortably furnished and in the fireplace was a crackling fire. He smiled slightly to himself as he watched the flames dancing merrily.

Through the window, snow could be seen whipping through the air, swirling around the large trees that surrounded the house. Harry had picked the house because of its location. It was set out in the country, and yet not too far away that he couldn't see people when he wanted.

On the back side of the house it was surrounded by trees which made a gorgeous picture in the winter time. In the front was a rolling hill looking over a small village. At this time of year Harry loved to take walks in the snow simply to enjoy the beauty that surrounded him.

Harry walked into the living room, his eyes taking in the familiar sites, the television, phone, computer. He had many muggle things in his house for a very good reason. The war had ended just over two years ago, and when it had, Harry had made the decision to live without magic.

He found that life was much easier without it. By not using it, he was almost completely unable to find save by those who knew him. He no longer received the hordes of mail as he'd used to in school.

After the war, he'd disappeared for several months. There had been much speculation on his death, but Harry had been watching the papers from afar and laughing to himself. He'd taken some time to figure out what he wanted. When he had finally decided, he had returned to the wizarding world, only to announce to his friends that he would not be coming back very often.

He had decided to retire from the world he had come to know. He had seen what magic could do and some if it was very disturbing. After so many deaths, Harry decided he didn't want any more part of it. He would not use magic unless at the utmost need.

Now Harry stood in the middle of the living room. He was looking around as if he had lost something. He stopped, appearing puzzled.

"I'm home!" he called. He stood for a moment, waiting for a response.

"So?" came the drawling response from a door to Harry's left. The door swung open and out emerged a smirking blond. Harry smiled at Draco and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I would think my boyfriend would be happy to see me," Harry said, smiling. Draco looked as though he was contemplating Harry's words. Finally, he pushed himself off the door frame and walked over to Harry. He slid his arms around Harry's neck and looked up at him, Harry being slightly taller.

"Yeah, you would think," Draco replied, smirking. Harry couldn't help but smile as he leaned down to kiss the blond.

Draco eagerly received the offered kiss. Harry's arms slid around his waist, pulling him closer. Harry ran his tongue over Draco's lower lip, begging entrance his hot mouth. He was immediately granted it and thrust his tongue into the warm caverns of Draco's mouth.

Draco groaned appreciatively as Harry's hands slid under the light tee shirt he was wearing. His own hand made its way into Harry's wild hair. Finally, Draco pulled away panting. He kissed the side of Harry's mouth then backed away.

"Later," he promised. Harry smirked and nodded. Draco sat down on the couch and Harry next to him. He snuggled into Harry's side, watching the flickering flames in the fireplace.

"What did you do today?" Draco asked, leaning into Harry. Harry stroked Draco's silver blond hair absentmindedly as he watched the snow drifting past the window.

"Not much," he replied. In truth he hardly ever did anything anymore. He didn't need to work because of his inheritance, so he spent most of his time wandering around watching people.

People Watching was one of his favorite hobbies. He would disguise himself the muggle way and walk through the streets of different towns.

He found it extremely gratifying to walk through a town and not be recognized as Harry Potter. He could do anything he wanted and not have a camera shoved in his face.

Harry looked down at Draco, who appeared to have fallen asleep in his lap. He smiled at Draco's angelic face, knowing he was nowhere near that in real life.

They had gotten together after the war. Draco had turned spy for the order. Of course, Harry had detested him all the way through the war, never trusting him. It had taken him a long time to get over his involvement in Dumbledore's death.

It had been unexpected, but at the celebration after the demise of Voldemort, Harry had drunk a bit too much, as had Draco. Somehow, they found themselves together in an empty room tearing off each others clothes.

They had awoken the next morning with splitting headaches and hangovers. Harry had freaked out upon finding himself in bed with Draco. Draco didn't seem perturbed. He was later persuaded to tell Harry that he had fancied him for a long time.

They had moved in together about a year before. Everything was going very well for them at the moment.

Harry pushed a piece of Draco's hair from his eyes. He leaned down close to him and breathed in his scent.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing his neck softly.

"Mmm, love you too," Draco murmured. Harry looked taken aback.

"I thought you were sleeping," he said indignantly.

"Please, Harry," Draco scoffed, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "Malfoy's do not sleep on couches."

"Of course," Harry agreed, grinning at him and starting to laugh.

"Don't laugh at me," Draco said indignantly. Harry couldn't stop and was soon doubled up in laughter while Draco glared at him.

He finally straitened up and found Draco looking fairly angry. He grinned at him and leaned in close to his face, their lips almost touching.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered against his lips. "Do you forgive me?"

He looked directly into Draco's silver blue eyes. Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow and his mouth quirked into a smirk.

"Maybe… that depends," he replied. Harry moved his body even closer, just inches from him.

"On what?" Harry whispered. His bright green eyes sparkled as he watched Draco's breathing increase.

"On what you'll do for me," Draco responded in barely more than a whisper.

"I'd do anything for you," Harry replied, quite serious. Draco smiled slightly and pressed his lips against Harry's.

Harry took control of the kiss quickly. He swiped his tongue across Draco's lower lip, then, when the mouth was readily opened, tasted all that was Draco. Draco moaned as Harry's kiss became more passionate.

Harry lowered Draco down on the couch, crawling on top of him. Draco whimpered as Harry settled his weight in between his legs, his erection nestled into Draco's own. Draco thrust his hips upward, seeking more contact.

Harry broke the kiss to whisper in Draco's ear.

"Relax, baby."

Draco whined as Harry moved his kisses to his neck. Harry sucked on the pale flesh of his neck, licking and nipping as he went.

His breathing was labored as Harry stopped his progress down his neck. He slid his hands under Draco's tee shirt, enjoying the way he gasped when his fingers ghosted over his hard nipples.

He stripped off the shirt and threw it on the floor. Draco practically ripped Harry's shirt off, tossing it to the side. He pulled Harry back into a hot kiss. Draco arched his body into Harry's, desperately needing more friction.

"Please, Harry," Draco begged. Harry ignored his pleas and continued moving down his body. He nipped at Draco's skin, concentrating momentarily on his erect nipples. Draco groaned when Harry bit down lightly on one.

Harry now came to Draco's jeans. He carefully and agonizingly removed them, torturing Draco. Draco watched him through lust filled eyes. Harry smiled up at him before finally removing the garment completely.

He quickly removed his own, loving the way Draco's eyes were glued to his body the entire time. Once they were gone, he crawled up Draco's body and kissed him slowly, softly, lovingly.

Draco's hands were on Harry's upper bodies, running over the Quidditch toned muscles he had acquired during school. Harry groaned at Draco's touch and kissed him again, this time pouring more passion into it.

They broke the kiss panting. Harry reached over to a side table by the couch and opened one of the drawers. He pulled out a bottle of lube they always kept nearby, for cases such as these.

He applied liberal amounts to his now throbbing cock. He inserted a finger first into Draco, then a second. Draco's breath caught on the insertion of the second finger. Harry scissored them slightly, preparing him.

When he was convinced he was ready, he removed his fingers with his cock. Draco gasped when Harry pushed in. He gripped onto Harry's arms tightly, taking in the pain and pleasure.

Once Harry was completely sheathed within Draco, he began to move slowly. He thrust into his body with building momentum. Draco's body moved with his in a steady rhythm. Harry leaned forward into Draco.

Draco cried out when Harry hit his prostate. Sweat was running off both of them as Harry thrust in faster. Draco pushed his body up to meet him.

"Oh, god, Harry!" Draco screamed as Harry moved faster and harder. He was nearing his climax already.

Harry kissed Draco's neck as he pushed in harder. His breathing was shallow and labored as he climbed to the peak. He felt himself losing it as he came hard.

Tiny white stars danced before his eyes as he was propelled off the cliff into oblivion. Shoots of pleasure shot through his entire body. He nearly collapsed on Draco, but managed to hold himself up.

It only lasted for a second though. Draco was panting from his own release and pulled Harry down on top of him.

"I love you," Draco whispered into Harry's neck.

"I love you too, baby," Harry sighed in contentment.

They lay there for quite some time. Eventually they shifted so that they could look out the window.

The snow was still falling, but now it had slowed from a heavy snow to a light flurry. Harry sighed happily. He loved being here in the nice warm house and watching the pure white snow float past the window.

"Harry?" Draco asked finally, still watching the white flakes flutter past the window.

"Yeah?" Harry replied lazily.

"Do you ever think about using magic again?" Draco asked quietly. Harry paused, his eyes wandering to a dark, mahogany box that stood on the mantle of the fireplace, where their wands were stored, not for use, just as a reminder.

"No," Harry said. "I don't ever want to go back to that."

Draco nodded slowly and said nothing more. His eyes also wandered to the box sitting innocently on the shelf.

They were quiet after that, the only sounds in the room being the crackling of the fireplace. Eventually, Harry shifted and maneuvered his way off the couch.

"Where are you going?" Draco asked lazily, watching Harry stretch.

"Take a shower," Harry replied, looking down at his still naked body. Draco also got up visibly looked Harry up and down.

"Want some company?" he asked, his mouth curling into his trademark smirk.

"Well, I can't say no to that," Harry agreed. Draco grinned in a feral manner and led the way to their private bathroom.

They stepped into the blue and white tiled room and Harry turned on the water in the large shower stall. Once the water was nice and warm, Harry stepped inside, closely followed by Draco.

At first, they just stood under the warm water, letting it wash over them. Draco reached over and grabbed a louffa (sp?). He moved around behind Harry and began washing his back lightly.

Harry tilted his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations. Draco rubbed in a circular motion knowing Harry was enjoying it. Draco admired Harry's tanned muscles and his strong backside.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered in Harry's ear. Harry smiled to himself and turned around to face Draco.

He took his chin in his hand and gently tilted it upward to look in his sparkling silver eyes.

"You are absolutely gorgeous," he said, completely serious. Then he kissed Draco softly. He broke the kiss slowly and turned around.

Draco resumed his slow washing. He appeared to be thinking.

"You know," he said at length. "That the first thought I had when I met you."

"Really?" Harry asked interestedly.

"Well," Draco amended, "If you don't count, 'what is he wearing!'"

Harry laughed slightly at that. Draco continued washing, not saying anymore.

"I thought you were a stuck up prat," Harry said. Draco raised an eyebrow behind his back.

"Before I said anything?" he asked. Harry opened his mouth and then stopped.

"No, you're right. Actually, I hoped you would have been my friend."

"Too bad that didn't happen," Draco said quietly and Harry turned around again.

"I love you, Draco. The past is past. Besides, if we had been friends, none of this ever might have happened."

"I guess it was inevitable. After all, who doesn't love me?" Draco asked pompously and Harry let out a snort of laughter. Draco glared at him for half a second before giving in and rolling his eyes.

They finished their shower quickly and then got dressed. Harry pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans and a green sweater, making his green eyes stand out amazingly.

Draco put on a pair of black slacks and a light blue turtleneck. He went out to the living room and turned on the T.V. Harry joined him shortly and they sat watching a few television programs for a while.

Harry soon began to fidget though. He moved around restlessly on the couch. Draco tried to ignore him, but it soon became nearly impossible.

"Harry," Draco said in a warning voice.

"Sorry," Harry apologized. "But I'm bored."

"Go do something then," Draco suggested.

"What though?"

"I don't know. Anything you want."

Harry paused, thinking. His eyes traveled around the room, searching for something to do. He sighed when nothing came into view. His eyes came to rest on the window. The snow had stopped, but miles of pure white snow lay on the hill beyond.

Harry turned to Draco, an excited glint in his eyes. Draco looked at him cautiously. He followed his gaze and his expression turned to shock.

"Oh no," he said, his eyes wide.

"Come on," Harry wheedled. "We could make snowmen!"

"Snowmen?" Draco repeated skeptically.

"Come on, baby. It'll be fun, I promise."

Harry pouted and gave Draco his best puppy dog eyes. Draco groaned, knowing that he would give in. He could never resist giving Harry anything he wanted.

"Fine," he said in defeat. Harry jumped up excitedly. He hugged Draco then ran off to put on more clothes.

Draco followed somewhat reluctantly. He put on a coat and scarf and gloves and boots. Harry threw on a coat and boots and practically raced out the door. Draco thought that he looked like a kid on Christmas.

Draco was much slower coming outside. He didn't like the cold. He preferred indoors where it was nice and warm. He walked slowly to the front door. He paused and braced himself for the cold. He opened the door and let out a sigh of relief.

The wind was no longer howling. The snow was falling lightly all around him. The trees were covered in white frost, tiny icicles dripping off the branches.

Harry was already in the front yard, rolling a ball of snow on the ground. Draco stayed on the front porch, where it was safe. Once Harry's ball was the size of a large boulder, Harry stopped rolling it. He stood up and wiped some sweat off his forehead. His cheeks were pink from the cold already. He looked up at Draco, who was leaning against one of the pillars on the porch.

"Come down here," he called. Draco made a face and didn't move. Harry went over to the porch and jumped up on it. He put a hand on the pillar and swung close to Draco.

"I promise it'll be worth your while," Harry whispered. Draco's eyebrows rose slightly at Harry's words. His eyes traveled over the pure white snow that was falling all around them.

"Fine," he said finally. Harry grinned at him. He kissed him quickly then bounded down the steps. Draco followed and watched as Harry started rolling another ball for the snowman.

When Harry had accumulated all the acquired pieces for the snowman, he put them together, one on top of the other. He handed Draco a stick to give it arms. Draco did so, though not very enthusiastically.

Harry stood back and admired his work. The snowman still had no eyes, no hat, no scarf, but it looked decent. Harry frowned looking at it. He turned to Draco, who was standing in the snow, looking bored.

"Draco," Harry said and Draco looked at him. "Will you find him eyes?"

"Eyes?" Draco repeated skeptically. Harry nodded happily and he sighed. He walked off toward the side of the house, looking for something to make eyes with.

He was bent over searching and didn't notice Harry creeping stealthily through the snow. Harry admired his ass for half a second before leaning down and scooping up a handful of snow. He packed it into a tight ball and took aim.

"Ow!" Draco exclaimed, jumping up and whirling around. Harry stood there with a maniacal grin on his face. He had hit Draco directly on his ass.

"You're gonna pay for that, Potter," he growled, using his last name playfully. Harry just grinned at him and scampered away.

Draco ran after him, jumping on him, causing them both to fall to the ground. He grabbed a handful of snow and pushed it into Harry's laughing face. He grabbed more snow and shoved it under Harry's jacket and under his shirt.

Harry squeaked in surprise as the cold wet snow touched his skin. He struggled under Draco and managed to flip him over. Draco jumped when he felt the freezing snow on his neck. Unfortunately, Harry had him pinned to the ground, so he was unable to move.

"Fuck, Harry. It's cold," Draco said, still trying to move. Harry grinned down at him, a mischievous glint in his emerald green eyes.

"We'll just have to warm you up then," he said. Draco immediately stopped struggling and gave Harry a knowing smirk.

Harry shifted and Draco felt his hardening member press into his own. Draco groaned at the delicious friction Harry was causing.

"You're insatiable, you know that?" he asked him. Harry only grinned and leaned down to kiss him softly.

"And you love it," he whispered, pulling away and laying down on top of Draco.

"Unfortunately," Draco sighed and then grinned. Harry kissed him again with more passion, but Draco pulled away.

"What?" Harry asked, worried.

"I'm cold," Draco whined. Harry laughed and moved to get off him. He offered Draco his hand and pulled him off. Draco wiped off his clothes of all the snow.

Harry turned around to go back inside but immediately stopped when he was hit in the back with something extremely cold. He whipped around and stared at Draco with his mouth open.

Draco just smirked, tossing a snowball up and down in his hand. He raised a challenging eyebrow at his boyfriend,

"Told you I'd get you," he drawled. Harry scoffed and bent down to scoop up some snow. When he straitened up, he was hit again, this time directly in the chest.

He took aim with his snowball and lobbed it at Draco. Draco jerked to the side and ran in the opposite direction. Harry followed, scooping up more snow as he went. Draco swerved behind a tree as another snowball went careening past his head.

He bent down and grabbed more snow. He stuck his head out from the tree just long enough to throw the snow at Harry. Harry ducked and it just missed his head.

"Come out, you coward!" Harry shouted, stopping within a few feet of the tree. He waited and was absolutely silent for a few moments.

Draco stood behind the tree, listening hard. He had nearly retorted when Harry had called him a coward but restrained himself. He knew it was trap. He'd been with Harry too long not to know it was a trap. He didn't move, knowing that Harry was just on the other side of the tree.

After five minutes, he stuck his head cautiously. He immediately found himself with a face full of snow and Harry laughing hilariously. He narrowed his eyes and took advantage by hitting Harry in the neck with a ball of snow.

"Cold!" Harry exclaimed and Draco smirked.

"Yes, dear. Snow is usually cold," Draco said simply. Harry rolled his eyes and grinned. He reached out and pulled Draco to him. He kissed him deeply, Draco responding to his every move.

"Can we go inside now?" Draco murmured against Harry's warm lips when they broke the kiss.

"But we didn't finish the snowman," Harry said, looking at the half-completed man.

"He'll still be there tomorrow," Draco said comfortingly. Harry hesitated for a second then nodded his head.

"Yeah, let's go in."

Together they walked back into the inviting living room. They both took of their boots and hung up their coats.

Draco flopped down on the couch while Harry added a few more logs to the dying fire. Harry joined him momentarily, throwing his arms around him and pulling him closer. Draco sighed in contentment, watching the flickering of the fire.

It had started to snow again lightly outside and Draco was very glad they were inside. He laid his head on Harry's shoulder and said nothing. It was times like these that he enjoyed with Harry. The pure serenity of it all used to be a rare occurrence, but since they had given up magic, they had many of these moments.

Draco's gaze strayed once again to the mahogany box sitting so innocently on the mantle piece. To anyone one else, the box would seem unremarkable. Draco watched it for several seconds before tearing his eyes away from it.

He shifted and looked up at Harry who was sitting peacefully, watching the fire in the grate.

"Harry," Draco said and Harry looked down at him.

"Yeah?" he replied.

"I'm glad we live here," Draco said quietly. That was saying something, considering Draco had never seemed to like living so far away from everything he'd ever known.

Harry smiled warmly down at him and hugged him closer. He loved this house more than Draco would ever know, with its cabin-like qualities. It was an open floor plan and the kitchen could be seen from their position on the couch.

The floors were hardwood, made of pine wood . The large fireplace took up most of the wall on its side. There were doors leading off to the other bedrooms and stair that led upstairs to the loft. Harry loved the feeling the house gave. It had a very welcoming air and Harry liked it.

"I'm glad you're glad," Harry told him.

Night soon fell around them as they sat on the couch, watching the dying embers of the fire. The stars came into the sky, tiny dots of sparkling white amidst the clouds.

Finally, Harry began to grow tired. He stretched and got up from the couch. Draco blinked tiredly and followed his movements. Harry walked away and into the bedroom. Draco stayed in the living room for a second.

He looked around the room, his eyes lingering on the rugs on the floor, the lamps that gave the room a warm yellow glow. He moved over to the fireplace and pushed the logs around. He straitened up and came face to face with the mahogany box.

He frowned as he looked at it.

"Are you coming, baby?" Harry called softly from the bedroom.

Draco gave the box one fleeting last look before turning towards the bedroom.

"Yeah, I'm coming."


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