Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter stories. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1

Standing on the terrace of one of the biggest and most expensive house in Great Britain, Harry Potter viewed the party with a smile. The ballroom was filled with laughter and good spirits coming from the vast crowd. Everyone had come, from the royals in town to the celebrities, politicians, and the good friends.

It was fantastic.

No surprises there, every party, charity, or event that Gabriel hosted was fantastic. Harry knew only one man who easily rivaled Gabriel's hosting and social status.

Shaking his head, Harry smiled ruefully. There was no need to bring up those memories. It was time to let the inevitable go. The man of his dreams was just that, the man of his dreams.

"Why are you looking that way, Harry?"

Turning his head, Harry smiled at one of his closest friends, one of the few people he held dear to himself. Hermione Granger was shining star; it was like there was an endless light inside of her that would never dim. She was a girl with a beauty that grew every day of her life. Shiny auburn hair that was a mass of heavy tight curls. A body with a petite waist and voluptuous curves and sharp brown eyes that never missed a thing were watching him closely.

"Shouldn't you be celebrating? Why aren't you celebrating?" She asked him, her British accent so much like his. "After all, you are the guest of honor." She tilted her head thoughtfully. "Are you thinking about him again?" she asked, her eyes softening.

Harry shrugged and turned to view the vast lands of green and the endless night sky with its sea of stars. Gabriel had bought fine quality land when he had come to England. Not nearly as fine as the vast lands of the Malfoy's, though. If there was one thing the Malfoys did right, it was their houses. Beautiful houses scattered all over the world. Homes that Harry was sure he'd only seen a percentage of. Lucius Malfoy may have been runner up for the world's most evil bastard, but he knew how to build a houses. The only thing he didn't know how to do was make it a home for his family, much less his only child.

So lost in his thoughts, Harry didn't notice the barely audible gasp that came from Hermione.

"Harry?"

He sighed. "What do want me to say, Hermione?" He asked. "To tell you the truth, I don't think I'll ever stop thinking about him."

"Glad to hear that, Harry baby," an unmistakable voice drawled behind him.

Eyes flying open, Harry stiffened as that familiar voice enveloped him in a cocoon of warmth and intimate memories. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. A voice that haunted him at night and stayed in his mind in every day.

Slowly, warily, Harry turned and stared into the most beautiful silver eyes that were constantly in his dreams every night.

Draco Malfoy was still the most beautiful man that Harry had laid eyes on. Dimly, Harry remembered that Draco had also been the most beautiful boy Harry had ever seen, even when they were enemies. Though a teenage Draco was a far cry from a twenty-four year old Draco.

Silver-blond hair framed a face that Van Gogh would've wept and worshipped. High edged cheekbones stood out in sharp relief, yet helped to draw attention to the mouth a poet would make a masterpiece on. A mouth that carried smirks that made a heart go pitty-patter, a mouth that could deliver the most cruel words in one moment, and a beautiful flow of soothing, seducing intimacies in the next. It was a mouth that every Malfoy was blessed and cursed with. A straight narrow nose finished it off.

"What are you doing here?" His voice barely higher than a whisper, Harry was almost surprised when Draco answered.

Smiling gently, Draco moved away from his spot in the doorway and walked slowly towards Harry. "What do you think I'm doing here, Harry?" Draco asked softly as he approached.

"I've never known what to think when it comes to you," Harry said. He tilted his head back to look into Draco eyes as the taller and broader man stood before him. Neither of them noticed Hermione slip back into the ballroom to the party.

Draco's lips formed a soft smile that had Harry's heart speeding up. "Why is that love?"

"Don't call me that," Harry said softly.

Draco leaned in closer, his face near Harry's hair. "Why?" he breathed. His breath, hot to Harry's head, caused shivers to course through the smaller man. Draco smiled into it.

"Because, I'm-"

"There you are, darling!"

Turning towards the doorway, Harry and Draco stared at the man striding forward. He was a beautiful man. Thick dark wavy hair that skimmed his shoulders, a face that the gods had made on one of their good days, and a lean muscled body that was lanky and broad at the same time.

Draco tilted his head at the accent. Irish, by the sound of it. But he didn't care, because right now the Irish bastard had his arms around Harry.

Trying to appear comfortable and at ease in the Irishman's arms and not crawl into a hole to hide, Harry cleared his throat.

"Draco, I'd like you to meet my fiancé, Gabriel O'Connor."


I decided to change some major parts to the story and add in some people and some facts.

Thanks for you patience,

JDCG