A/N: Hello Again! It's nice to be back with another story for you lot. You guys make me so freakin' happy! But that's not the point. On to the story!
Disclaimer: After a recent Google search, I have discovered I am still not the owner of Harry Potter.
Harry looks melancholy. Has been so for days. He looks like he lost some imaginary war. Before the war he carried scars, visible and invisible. Now that the war is over and he's for the most part healed, he looks hurt still. It's been years since he lost and buried his friends. It's been difficult, but he's put there memories to rest as well. So what ails him now?
He looks at Ginny and her growing belly in disgust. She's pregnant. Again. She's a horny rabbit and she won't be satisfied until the house is full to bursting with babies. He now finds it nauseating to see her so happy being pregnant. She thinks she's setup for life like this. 'I'll pull the rug from under her,' he thinks with a grim grin.
Hermione and Ron are back for another dinner. Third time this week. They think because they were the ultimate dream team during school and the war, they'll always be so. 'You two should wait and see,' thought Harry with a misshapen grin behind his wine.
The Ministry has been positively thriving with his careful prodding and tutelage. It works with twice its previous efficiency and the public is the most pleased they've ever been with it. 'You lot have got another thing coming,' his mind echoed as he glided down its empty halls.
He rises with grace and fluidity from his chair as the man he's been aching to see moves into the room. Malfoy looks absolutely appetizing as he stands to his full height in a neat, tight charcoal gray robe set. His eyes are cool and gray, brimming with all the ominous energy of an impending thunderstorm and his lips look like angry streams of magma on his virgin white skin. And Harry couldn't remember being this hungry in all his life as he pulled Draco into his lap and ravished him thoroughly.
The gawking they've received in the office is no less amusing than the stares they receive on the steps of the Ministry in full view of Wizarding London. Harry couldn't be any happier when the crowd basically broke into sobs at Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter holding hands. A couple of witches ( and a wizard or two) fell into a dead faint when the couple kissed. And Harry knew for sure what love was when his lover smiled into the kiss.
He's gotta be barking mad to have done that but he doesn't care. It felt good to stand tall and proud at Ginny, Ron, and Hermione's blank faces when he tells them the truth and leaves the house, arms wrapped around the Malfoy Heir's waist, throwing his head back in a barking laugh. It felt damned good to get a leg up on all the people who had decided his life for him. So when Draco's leg is wrapping itself around his waist, a signal for round two, Harry can truly call himself the victor in this fight.
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