O.K., I know this is kind of stupid. I have very little idea where this is going. It might turn out slash in the end, but right now I'm not sure.
Summary: Harry Potter couldn't be happier. Voldermort has been defeated. Everything he wants falls at his feet. He has a gorgeous boyfriend and the truest friends. Right?
D/c: I don't own Harry Potter.
Coincidence
'I will never like you. I never did like you and when I go to my grave I will not like you. Even when I seem to I will not. I will work with you civilly. That is the most you can ever hope from me.'
Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. Those were Draco Malfoy's words when, in 6th year, they had undergone rigorous training for the side of light. Of course, naturally, he had eaten them a year later when Harry had pinned the arrogant teen to the side of the wall and kissed him. Ever since then, for eight solid years they had been together.
The raven haired man stared down at his sleeping blond counter part in amusement. While most had thought of him as obnoxious and arrogant, he had seen the real him. The Draco behind the lies.
Lucius had been abusive to Draco his entire life. Mentally, physically and sexually. Harry remembered the moments after graduation Draco had broken down and cried in his arms, and told him all about the cruel things his own flesh and blood had done to him. Harry had smoothed his hair back as he cried, and comforted him. Just as he did when the Slytherin was forced to kill Lucius in the line of battle. He had been shaking so hard. But he had done it. He had said the words and his father had lain lifeless on the ground.
But that had been five years ago and although he still had the nightmares, Draco was doing O.K. He had a place on the English Quidditch team. His reputation had been cleared and surprisingly enough, Ron, Hermione and himself had gotten on quite well. Draco had induced Hermione with intelligent conversations and Ron with skills in chess that almost rivalled the red heads.
Two years ago they had defeated Voldermort. Since then Harry had become Minister of Magick. He never dreamed the job could have been so easy. Fudge must have been a complete blundering fool to have been so neglectful of his work. Really, there wasn't much to be done.
And now, laying on the sofa with the love of his life in his arms in their 200 plus room manor, Harry could say his life was perfect. He sighed softly, breathing in the cologne his lover wore, and snuggled closer to the blond under the blanket they had drapped over themselves, and settled down for a nice snooze.
For a few moments, they both lay lifeless while the previous Gryffindor drifted off into a comfortable sleep. Then, his counterpart opened one eye cautiously. Slowly, not waking the drifting boy, he sat up, glancing sadly at the head in his lap.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I am so fucking sorry."
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How was that? I got the idea… somewhere. Anyway, do you think I should continue with this? I like where I'm headed so far, but let's see what you think. Lock in your votes. :)
-Lilac