Title: Family Portraits

Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria, Harry/Draco (eventually)

Timeline: Starts where the Epilogue left off.

Summary: Like the family portraits, their lives are seemingly perfect. But below the surface, the marriages are falling apart and true love is unrequited. Can they pull their lives back together?

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. J. K. Rowling does.

A/N: Sorry if this doesn't fit perfectly. I'm one of the few that still hasn't read DH *gasp* (I know, horrible. But when I read it, the story is over. So I'm putting it off until the movies come out). But I've read about it online and heard the details from my sister. So, I'm following the epilogue as closely as I can and still have it be a D/H story. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

The ride home from the train station was nearly silent. Lily sat in the back seat of the little car, contenting herself with writing in her journal. Harry had a feeling that one day, she'd be a best-selling author.

He kept his eyes on the road, not once even glancing at his Ginny, fearing that his wife might read his mind if she saw his eyes.

He licked his lips, and tried to get the image of Draco Malfoy to leave his mind. But it wouldn't budge. The picture of those gray eyes meeting his and the terse, almost imperceptible nod that the blonde gave him. The gesture confused Harry. It had been more than just a mere nod in his direction. It had been...a come-on. An acknowledgement of the sexual tension that had existed between the two since Harry could remember. And the brunet had wanted nothing more, in that moment, than to run to his old rival, marriage be damned.

"Harry," a feminine voice met his ear, bringing him out of his thoughts. "You missed the turn."

Harry shook his head and glanced at Ginny. "Did I?" He asked. "Sorry."

He found a small parking lot in which to turn around, and continued the trip home. He just hoped that he could put the thoughs of Draco to the back of his mind. He didn't need to think of it now. The war had ended nearly twenty years before. The time to act of his feelings for Draco had long passed.

Besides, he had a good marriage. He loved Ginny, he truly did. He wasn't in love with her, but that didn't really matter. He took vows and he intended to honor them. Besides, he had grown up without his father. He didn't want his children to do the same.

So what if he was attracted to men...and to one beautiful blond man in particular. It didn't matter. Draco was married to a beautiful woman and had a family of his own. Nothing would ever come of Harry's crush. It was a dream that was best left in his dream world.

Ginny and the kids were his life. A life that he was very comfortable with. A life that he wouldn't even contemplate deserting over a man that didn't want him.

He could only hope that Albus would make friends with Scorpius. Maybe then, he and Draco could as least be friends.

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"Really, Draco," Astoria nagged as she and Draco walked into the Manor. "I know that our marriage is nothing more to you than a business arrangement, but do you really have to-"

"What the bloody hell did I do now," Draco interrupted, tired of his wife's voice. "How have I wronged you this time?"

"Staring at that Potter," she said, the name sounding like the most vile thing she could contemplate. "The second our son boarded the train, your eyes were glued to Potter."

Draco plopped down into a chair and let out a deep sigh. "What does it matter to you, Astoria?" he asked.

The woman swept her platinum hair off of her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest. "You have never once looked at me like that. You looked at him like...oh Merlin," she gasped.

Draco knew when the tone of her voice changed that she had figured it out. His dirty little secret. 'Might as well get it all out in the open now', he decided.

"Yes," the man admitted. "I love him, alright? What difference does it make. He's married to the Weasley girl. I'm married to you."

Astoria sighed. "When I went into this marriage, it was with the hope that you could one day love me. Is there still a chance of that ever happening?"

Draco looked into her deep blue eyes. He saw anger and disappointment, but he also saw hope. He took in the sight of his wife. She was beautiful. She was also brilliant, rich, and came from a good background. They had a son together, a son that Draco loved very much. But still, he didn't love her.

She just wasn't right, she was missing something that Draco couldn't quite pinpoint until that afternoon.

When he saw Harry Potter after all those years, he knew right then that he'd never love anyone else like he loved his childhood rival. Harry Potter owned his heart.

"No," he told her honestly.

She bit her lip and nodded once, forcing herself to hold back tears. "Fine," she said. "I'll stick in this loveless marriage because that's what is expected of me, and because I love our son." She walked a step closer to Draco. "Just know that even though you dream of him at night while you're with me, he'll never love you."

Astoria walked out of the room, leaving Draco to his thoughts.

"I know," he said to the empty room. "That's why I'm married to you, and not to him."

TBC...