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Draco laughed audibly and leaned into the raven haired man next to him. "I'm going to go get another, want one?" he asked beckoning to the glass held in his hand. His partner just nodded and carried on with polite exchanges with other Ministry guests.

Harry watched his husband of two years depart in search of a waiter. He stared down into his own half empty glass. Much like his own marriage, he mused and proceeded to continue pretending to listen to what some American Auror was telling him.

Draco made his way toward the waiter. The champagne the ministry was offering to guests was surprisingly adequate enough to be graced with a Malfoy's approval.

Or maybe it was that he just really needed the booze.

The thought of getting drunk was appealing to Draco, his lips quirking up into a near smile at the idea. Oddly so, it happens that he and Harry were much more civil to one another while intoxicated. In fact, that's how he and Harry became a couple in the first place.

Nearly five years before, at yet another ministry gala, the two were both smashed and had admitted mutual regret in their school boy rivalry.

"lo, Malfoy"

Draco turned around and was greeted with the face of the Ministry's Golden Boy. Figures. Of course he would be here.

"Ah Potter, long time no see. What a pleasant surprise." He managed a small smile for the sake of civility.

"Likewise.." he paused "s' what are you doing here?" Harry replied, clearly surprised to see Draco Malfoy, former Death Eater of all people at a ministry gathering.

"Invited of course" Draco smirked.

Harry still look confused. Draco proceeded to elaborate. Potter was quite thick-headed as he recalled. "Those with Order of Merlin awards are always invited.." he trailed off hoping Potter wasn't this thick.

"You have an Order of Merlin?" Harry spat.

Draco couldn't help but smirk at Harry's astonishment. "Yes, Potter. No need to look so surprised, it's actually rather offending. You must have seen it in the Prophet."

Harry's facials relaxed but turned quickly into a grimace. "Oh, I don't read that. It's rubbish."

"Oh."

"Yeah"

"Hm"

This first exchange between the two in years was getting awkward. Probably because of the imposed politeness.

"Well, erm, s'cuse me while I go get smashed then. Nice talking to you, Malfoy" With that, Harry briskly made his way to the bar leaving Malfoy standing mouth agape at Potter's causality.

And followed.

What happened afterwards was a blur. There was bickering, confessions and touching. One thing that was remembered clearly was a kiss.

The ballroom had cleared out, Draco and Harry were the last making their way drunkenly out the door.

"Hey, uhm M-Draco?" Harry slurred remembering that earlier it had been agreed upon to use first names.

"Hm?" Draco responded.

Harry leaned forward until his breath mingled with Draco's. Grey eyes met green.

"We're going to snog now.. aren't we?" Draco predicted aloud.

"Yeah" Harry breathed and closed the distance between them.

Years of fighting, hatred and unspoken feelings were rendered into the kiss. Immediately into it, Draco had put his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer than he already was. Harry brought his hands up to cradle Draco's face, his thumb caressing the pale cheek the two broke apart, breathing heavily, the intentions for the rest of the night became clear and the Harry apparated himself and Draco to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

The next morning Draco awoke feeling as though he had been run over by a Hippogriff- which had actually almost happened before. Looking at the sleeping figure next to him, memories of the previous night had him tiptoeing through Harry's room in search for his garments.

Upon loudly tripping over what appeared to be a troll leg in attempts to leave as quickly as possible, he was startled with

" -DISHONOR, FILTHY HALF BREEDS, CHILDREN OF FILTH, TAKING RESIDENCE IN MY-"

Draco turned to the source but as he did so, black curtains covered the portrait, causing disturbance to cease.

"You're leaving.." Harry stated, standing at the bottom of the stairs clad in only a dressing robe.

"Didn't think you wanted me here, I should g-" Draco tried to reason before getting interrupted.

"Stay? Please?" Harry asked softly.

He looked so vulnerable... and inviting.

Draco sighed and padded back to Harry.

He stayed that morning, and had every morning since.

Current Draco's reminiscing was interrupted by Pansy, who had it seemed appeared out of nowhere.

"Dracoooooo!" She squealed.

Draco internally rolled his eyes but gave a warm smile.

"Hello, Pansy. Where's Blaise?" Draco greeted.

"Oh he's speaking with Worple, apparently he gotten a bit tired of Vampires and wants to write a biography." Pansy leaned in closer and lowered her voice as she gave Draco this information. Draco gave a confused look and she quickly added "about his mother."

"Ah." Draco nodded confirming his confusion was cleared.

"Where is that Dark-Lord vanquishing husband of yours?" Pansy asked, looking around.

Draco shrugged. "Speaking with Shacklebolt or something."

Pansy looked back to Draco. Her eyes widened and then narrowed. "What happened to you?"

Draco stiffened. "What do you mean, Pans?"

He knew exactly what she meant.

Pansy poked at the bruises on his face he had heavily glamored before departing for the Ministry event.

"Oh ah, yes, uhm, very rowdy patient the other day." he dismissed while recasting the spell around his face.

Pansy still looked concerned. "It's not like you need to work at St. Mungos, Draco, you and Potter have got enough gold in your vaults to buy..."

But Draco didn't hear the rest of her finance lecture, his eye caught his husbands and he remembered why he had those bruises in the first place. You should see the other guyhe thought to himself, still gazing at Harry who had already turned his attention back to his current company.

Nobody knows that he and Harry had hurriedly glamored the evidence of their most recent row in an effort to look presentable at the gala. Or that the both of them weren't in the robes they had intended to wear for the night, those were left home- bloodied, cut, with singes.

The Malfoy-Potters had made such an effort to show the wizarding world that their relationship was real and in it for the long run. The two were serious and determined to persevere through the howlers and hate mail. That the disapproving glares and rumors that Skeeter had impelled didn't matter as long as they were together.

Eventually the couple had finally gotten the public's approval upon announcing their engagement and were blessed with peace and quiet from the press but the pleasant and near-perfect image that the two had created needed to be consistent in order to keep their newfound abandon. Therefore, heavy glamor, extra sets of robes and false smiles were imperative in their marriage- though that had become a more recent installment.

"Draco?"

His attention returned to Pansy who he realized had been speaking to him the entire time he was reflecting him and Harry's relationship.

"Yes? Sorry? Could you repeat that, dear?" He said.

She sighed. "As I was saying, his mother is trying to plan our entirewedding and insists that we have Lavender and Fuchsia colors.. First of all, those aren't even appropriate for a ceremony and second, they clash horribly."

Ah yes, Pansy was going to be a Zabini soon.

Elopement. What a god-forsaken and foolish concept. Might as well give your better half the key to your gringotts vault and be done with it. Draco was quite the hypocrite to think this considering he and Harry had an enormous bonding ceremony.

"Ah yes, quite horrific taste that woman has.." Draco drawled.

"I know but I can't just say so and tell her to bugger off. Which is why I need you to do this." Pansy said pleadingly.

Draco had no idea what they were talking about. "Er- I shall consider it. (whatever it was) Owl me tomorrow, I'm going to look for Harry. Tell Blaise I said 'hi'?"

Before he could let Pansy deny his departing, he strode off with a swish of robes that Snape surely would have been proud of.

When Draco spotted a familiar head of unruly dark hair he realized that he had completely neglected his quarry for drinks and turned around. Only to face yet another distraction.

I'm never going to get these damn drinks he gritted his teeth but quickly fixed it into a smile.

"Oh, Draco! Where's Harry?" Hermione asked while giving Draco a one-armed hug.

"Grang-Weasley" He corrected "last I saw he was over there" He said while pointing in a random direction.

He could care less if he was pointing her in the wrong direction.

He saw the Weasel approach, wrap an arm around his wife and stick a hand out to Draco.

"Ferret." He nodded offering a freckled hand.

"Weasel." Draco replied stiffly. The unfriendly names had stuck as if to keep their distance.

"How are you, both?" Draco asked politely.

"Good, good. Thanks for dinner the other night. Again, really, your cooking is quite amazing, Draco." Hermione answered on behalf herself and her husband.

Draco smiled "We should do it again soon. Harry's been complaining about not seeing the two of you enough."

"Where's he anyway?" Ron asked, looking around.

Everyone and their damn 'where is harry' Draco's jaw tightened.

"Draco said he's over there somewhere" Hermione reported for him, pointing towards where Draco had directed earlier.

"Oh well, let's go look for him, he still has my Deluminator... excuse us, Malfoy" Ron said and walked off with his bushy-haired spouse.

Draco knew it was just because they wanted to get away from him.

Draco approached a pimply sandy-haired boy carrying a tray with glasses of champagne. He caught the boy's attention and lifted two glasses off the tray nodding in thanks.

Finally. Really how hard was it to get some damn drinks around here.

The former Death Eater sighed deeply upon realizing that he had to find Harry again and crossed the ballroom in surveillance.

Harry was listening intently (or politely pretending to be) to Peter- or was it Percy enthusiastically enlighten him on the subject of cauldron thickness when Draco spotted him. The World Savior saw his husband approaching and gave a save me now expression.

The blond casually strolled to the pair as if he wasn't just on a mission to find his husband and handed Harry a glass and faced Percy.

"Healer Malfoy! I was just telling Harry how it was finally decided that cauldrons are to be at least five-point -one centimeters thick- of course it will be in the prophet tomorrow."

Draco gave a fake look of surprise and interest "Weasley, that's great news. How's the toe?"

"Back to normal, thanks to you. That ointment worked wonders, though the smell is rather unpleasant." Percy half smiled- half grimaced.

"Well, erm, Harry and I should go find Ronald and Hermione. It was nice seeing you again" Draco lied, pulling the emerald eyed man toward the door in contradiction to his statement.

"See you, Perc." Harry waved."Thanks" Harry smiled up at Draco.

"Cauldron thickness? 'Ry, I didn't know such dull things topics were of your interest." Draco teased.

"You still mad?" the raven haired man stopped suddenly and reached for blond's arm.

Draco sighed. "We'll talk about it at home. Yeah?"

Harry looked a bit irritated that Draco was putting his question off. Draco shot a glare back knowing that talking about it would lead to another argument which the two couldn't afford to have outside the privacy of their home. They had been fighting constantly- nearly every day the past few months.

Three hours before

"What the fuck does that mean? 'like us'?" Harry air quoted angrily.

"I'm just making a comparison." Draco defended.

"A bad one at that. Are you not happy, 'Co? Is that what you're hinting?"

"No-just- ugh, it's a stupid muggle movie, Potter and I was just try making a comment."

"Comparison, comment, whatever, you're always have something negative to say."

"Really? Always? So I'm just a negative and annoying, whiny Death Eater husband right?" Draco retorted.

"No, Dray- actually, yeah, that's exactly what you are. Whining and bitching about us- me all the fucking time." Harry raised his voice.

"Oh fuck off, Potter. Acting like you don't complain either. I'm always the bad guy, I'm a horrible, Death Eater piece of shite and you're the World's Savior- the Hero. Nothing you do can ever be wrong can it? Because everything is my fault. I'm the villian. Happy, Potter?" Draco ranted while stalking out the room.

Harry stomped after, brandishing his wand "Don't walk away like that, Malfoy! Get your arse back in here, I'm not done! COLLOSHOO!"

"Uh! What the FUCK, Potter. Really? You had to resort to a fucking HEX?" Draco spat.

"I need you to listen to what I have to say." Harry said with a lowered voice.

"WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!" Draco exclaimed, levitating a vase and flinging it towards Harry who ducked, letting the vase smash into the wall. "Expelliarmus!" Draco continued and copied Harry's lord vanquishing spell. The Holly and Phoenix wand flew out of Harry's sweaty grip, Draco caught it.

"Draco!"

"You're a shite Auror if you can be disarmed that easily, Potter." the blond smirked.

"Give it back." Harry demanded holding out his hand.

Draco glared but gave it back. He knew Harry could get his wand back if he wanted, handing it back was just easier.

"Finite." Harry murmured. "Are you done? Can we just talk now?"

Deciding that we were not, Draco yelled, "STUPEFY!"

Harry lazily deflected the spell. "The fuck! Are you MENTAL? Flipendo!" He roared angrily

Draco flew back into the wall but quickly rose.

For the next ten minutes, curses and jinxes were hurled back and forth. Nothing serious but enough to hurt.

"Petrificu-" Draco started.

"Incarcerous!"

Draco admitted defeat by relaxing into the ropes and slumping to the ground.

"Done?" Harry asked, nose and lip bleeding, his face also swelled in echo to how he had it at the manor many years before.

Draco glared back.

Harry took that as an affirmative and muttered "finite" before saying curtly "We're leaving in fifteen minutes. I'm going to change."

Draco remained slumped on the floor. He spat out blood and healed what he could hastily before standing up to make his way back to the bedroom.

Current time

After waving goodbyes and posing for one last photo for the Prophet, Harry and Draco flooed home.

Entering Grimmauld Place, they saw the remains of their last fight that had been neglected to be taken care of. The couple cast cleaning and repairing spells, avoiding eye contact upon realization that the glamour charms had worn off. Then Harry advanced towards Draco. He ran his thumb over Draco's bruised cheekbone and stared intently into the grey orbs. "I'm sorry."

Draco shrugged and pulled away. I am too he thought while pulling open a drawer and pulling out papers and a pen.

He placed them on the dining table and scribbled his signature onto one of them. Then turned to make tea.

Harry followed in, now wearing pajama bottoms and appearing to have healed all his injuries but one cut. Draco assumed Harry had left it there with the intentions to get him to heal it for him. The blond simply pretended not to see it.

"Want me to heal those for you?" Harry offered tentatively.

"I'm a healer, Harry. I sure I can manage to do so myself." Draco snorted at the stupid question.

Harry was silent. His gaze led to a small pile of papers on the table. "What's this?" He asked. At the top, the papers read: Divorce Decree in sophisticated swirly letters. "Draco, is this some kind of joke?" he asked already knowing the answer.

"As you can see, I have already signed. Now if you would as well.." Draco answered coolly though his sentence was interrupted by the whistle of the kettle.

"You can't just randomly hand me divorce papers, Dray. Why don't we talk this out?" Harry asked pleadingly.

"Talk it out." Draco snorted "Yeah, let's do that just like we did before we left for the gala earlier." Gesturing towards his wand.

"No, really, let's talk. Try and figure this out, yeah? Why, Draco? Why do you want to leave me?" Harry spoke softly.

Potter and his stupid questions this evening.

"Obviously, we fight too much. We try to 'figure things out' but it just makes everything worse. Face it, Potter. We were a mistake. We were meant to fight and bicker and hate each other for the rest of our lives." Draco reasoned.

"So let's do so for the rest of our lives together. Like we promised when we put rings on each other's fingers." Harry appealed.

A touching argument on Potter's behalf but Draco wasn't going to fall for it. "Whatever, sign and be done with it. I'm done. I hate pretending all the damn time." Draco sipped his tea and slid the other cup to Potter.

"No. I won't sign. We're going to figure this out." with that Harry took his cup and retreated to the study.

Later that night, Draco felt the bed sink where Harry climb in and was immediately warmed by Harry's body heat. Harry is always so warm. Draco thought hating himself for thinking such Hufflepuff-ish thoughts. He was sure he wouldn't be feeling Harry's warmth for much longer. The divorce papers from earlier were something he had picked up two fights ago saying enough was enough.

"Dray... I know you're awake. I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry. We'll get through this. We will." Harry whispered in the darkness.

Draco shifted slightly to acknowledge that he heard although he knew that it was just an empty promise.
They slept facing away from each other that night.

The space in between growing larger with every fight.

I didn't know how to finish it so please excuse awkward, abrupt ending. I will probably be adding another chapter though. Reviews are welcomed, don't be afraid to be mean. Apologies for grammatical/ spelling errors. Thanks for reading!