Just a small little one-shot that I'm thinking about making a series, but I'm not sure, what do you think?
Set after the war, Voldemort is dead, but the Deatheaters are still at large. Harry and Draco hooked up in a bar one night and have been together since.
Enjoy!
Draco Malfoy was standing in the corner of Harry Potter's bed chamber while the other Order Member searched.
Tonks walked in and tossed a copy of the Daily Prophet at Draco and said "We have a leak."
Looking down Draco read:
Harry James Potter went missing at 3:30 this morning on his way to his boyfriend Draco Malfoy's house. Authorities believe that Malfoy rejoined the deatheaters and kidnapped Potter to reclaim the Malfoy name.
I managed to get a quote from a wizard at the ministry who wishes to remain anonymous, he said "We are all in shock; we truly thought that Malfoy had changed. But to have had the patience to date Potter for four years before kidnapping him, shocks me more than anything. He always seemed like the kind of person who rushes into things."
Remember all, you heard it here first, we will update you as soon as we know more.
Malfoy threw the paper in the fire and scowled.
"I would never hurt Harry, you know that right?" He asked looking at all the faces in the room. No one answered.
Remus Lupin stepped forward "Of course we do. We know how much you love him, which is why we need to find whoever did this, and fast."
"I found something!" Tonks said from Harry's bed. "It looks like a note. It's addressed to Draco."
Draco grabbed the letter from her and opened it.
To: Mon Amour....
If I was to die,
Would you kiss me goodbye?
A simple kiss to let me know,
That it is now safe to go.
To let loose and let fly,
To understand all the mysteries in the sky,
To learn about things way past the stars,
To no longer be trapped by the iron bars,
To know and worry not a moment more,
To finally open that big shinny door.
So what I want to know is, if I were about to die,
Would you kiss me goodbye?
Who would of thought so much responsibility would befall your lips,
And that my whole existents depends on your kiss.
So kiss me my only love,
So my soul can fly upon a dove.
Remember this always:
If I were about to die,
I would want you to kiss me goodbye.
"What's it say?" Tonks asked trying to read over his shoulder, but he folded it in half and walked to the door.
"I think he was telling me how to find him." And with that he walked out of the room.