A/N, Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I feel we have readily established this fact. This, well a fic I should say, has been a long time coming and is for J.G. Wentworth because it's my money and I need it now! And also for Steph . Enjoy!
The Photograph
Thanks to Harry, their home had many photos adorning the wall. Plenty of Harry and his two best friends, Ron and Hermione Weasley, Harry with the Weasleys, other friends from school, the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Auror graduation, and some of the two of them. There were some of his friends as well, some of his parents, along with a copy of Harry's treasured photo of his parents and one of his godfather, Sirius Black. Even though the pictures were more Harry's idea, Draco didn't mind having them all over the walls and tables in the house.
Of all the pictures they had in the house, the one on Harry's desk in their shared office of Harry holding his oldest son, James, was by far Draco's favorite. Harry had been married to Ginny right out of school, and they had three children, but not long after Lily was born Harry moved out. He and Ginny agreed they just weren't meant to be together, and Harry moved in with Draco. When Harry moved in, that picture of Harry holding his infant son, smiling tenderly at the giggling, gurgling baby who resembled his father, was the first thing he put up. Harry loved all the pictures he had with his family, but that particular picture was Draco's favorite.
Draco was struck by the simple happiness which radiated from that picture. True, he had been witness to Harry's sheer and unbridled happiness many times, but something about that particular captured moment always captivated Draco. He would never tell anyone just how much he loved the picture, or how he would sit and stare at the picture when Harry was away on missions where they would be apart for weeks, and in some cases, months. Luckily this time was not the case as he stood in front of the picture, lost in his own thoughts and emotions.
Harry worked later than expected that day, but at least he knew when he arrived home Draco would be there. Being as it was Sunday and he wasn't sure if Draco would be napping or doing work, Harry walked into the house and placed his stuff by the door quietly. Not hearing anything from the main sitting room or the kitchen, Harry made his way to the hall to head to their bedroom. As he turned into the brightly lit hallway, Harry saw Draco standing in their office with his back to the hall. Curious as to why his partner would be standing in their office motionless and staring at something.
"What are you looking at?" Harry asked softly as he came up behind Draco, wrapping his arms around the blonde man's waist and resting his chin on Draco's shoulder.
"Just this picture."
"Mmm. Why?"
"Not sure. This is my favorite picture is all." Draco gave a slight shrug which indicated he would supply no more than what he had already. Harry, knowing Draco wouldn't have readily admitted to that particular picture being his favorite didn't push the subject.
"It's one of my favorites as well," Harry responded and kissed Draco's temple.
Together they stood in that office, afternoon sunlight streaming through the window, and admired the photograph as the created their own perfect scene.
