Wounded Garden

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter

Sumamry- Draco was indeed well aware of where Harry spent his late evenings and most of his day, it certainly wasn't with Draco himself. The way the two acted at the Burrow that one day told him everything he needed. Slash.

Draco wandered through the Malfoy gardens that rested behind the old Manor. His afternoon tea was steaming hot and it burned his tongue when he took a sip. The dark red-violent lilies covered most of the garden, the odd white rose bushes were blended in between. Draco took another sip of his tea. The sun was shining high in the sky and it's hot rays were comforting on his pale skin. The ring that decorated his left hand's ring finger glinted when he raise his hand to brush some hair way from his face. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter married only two years after Voldemort had been defeated by boy wonder, officially becoming Draco Malfoy- Potter and Harry Potter-Malfoy.

Draco continued his walk through the maze like garden. There was a small pop and a house elf stood in front of him.

"Master Draco, Malfoy Harry is requesting your presence in the sitting room." Draco nodded.

"Thank you Sabella." The house elf bowed and left with a pop. Draco took one last glance at the garden before heading inside of the Manor. Draco walked through the many halls before entering the sitting room. Taking a seat on one of the black sofas he waited for his husband to show up. Glancing out the large window Draco did not notice Harry enter the room.

"Draco." Harry greeted before sitting down, in his hands he held some parchment.

"Harry?" Harry just stood up and placed the parchment and quill on the coffee table that separated them. Draco took one glance at the papers before picking up the quill and signing his name.

"Just like that? You not going to say no or demand something?"

"I'm not bloody stupid Harry. Honestly give me a little more credit then that. I know you and Weaslette are together." Draco told him before taking another sip of his tea, not taking his eyes off the window. Draco was indeed well aware of where Harry spent his late evenings and most of his day, it certainly wasn't with Draco himself. The way the two acted at the Burrow that one day told him everything he needed. The fact that Harry actually thought the blond was clueless about his affairs was really insulting to his intelligence. Harry gaped at the blond.

"Draco I..."

"Don't bother. Personally I don't care."

"Draco I never meant to hurt to you."

"I'm not hurt." Draco pushed the papers in Harry direction before standing up and walking to the door. He stop in the doorway and turned back to Harry.

"Be gone by morning." Draco told him before heading back out to his garden.

I don't know why I wrote this I just had to write it for some reason. For once I wanted Harry to be the not so perfect person aka he cheats on Draco.