To describe this fanfiction: sort-of fluffy, definitely a crackfic, OOC, yaoi.
Oh yeah, this is my first ever fanfiction, so... Sorry if it sucks.
Chapter 1-In Which the Crappy Fanfiction Begins and Minds Are Blown.
To be completely and utterly honest, Harry had no idea what the hell he got himself into.
It, like all cliché stories, started three months, fifteen days, and twenty two point one hours ago way back when Harry was three months, fifteen days, and twenty two point one hours younger.
Harry freaking Potter was walking along the streets of Muggle London, the happy not-being-mobbed-by-various-questionable-witches-and-wizards kind of stroll, adoring the little trinkets and quaint shops surrounding the area. It was quite enjoyable actually; he was able to find some Muggle gifts for little Rose and Hugo, Hermione's and Ron's children, and Rachael and Jonathan, Ginny and Dean's children. Harry himself wasn't married with children for he lacked in romantic ability, and it was quite hard to find the perfect someone when everyone he knew was either married or too busy fawning over his status rather than his personality. Anyway, returning to business, Harry was strolling with a small bounce with each step when he suddenly heard a large crack and found himself at an apparition site. Then he's on the cement ground with a pounding head, a rather pointy body on top of him, and a mouth full of platinum blonde hair.
"GET THE HELL OFF ME DRACO, YOU'RE KILLING ME," Harry choked out even though you couldn't scream when you were choking, but he managed to do so anyway because he was magical (quite literally, you know). Draco got off, rolled himself onto the floor, absolutely beaming. His skin looked like it was filled with sparkles as well as his eyes, as if he were some messed up version of a romantic-to-the-point-of-creepy, stalker-ish, unnamed vampire that everyone once loved but realized how unappealing he was.
Draco lifted himself up, and started doing a jig. A jig that much resembled a dance. A happy dance. It amused Harry and Harry just sat there, quietly as Draco acted Draco-like (Draco Malfoy changed a lot after the war, but that would be explained some later time). He stopped dancing after about a minute, still not calm for he had this excited with a hint of mischievous glint in his eyes, and said, "NO NEED FOR YELLING HARRY FOR I BARE THE BEST FUCKING NEWS YOU WILL EVER HEAR IN YOUR WHOLE ENTIRE WAR-HERO-EE LIFE."
"What?"
"I am getting married!"
"REALLY? OH GOD DRACO, I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! "
"Shit no man, I haven't a boyfriend-slash-girlfriend."
"…Then what?"
"I am…"
"Yeah?"
"Starting…"
"Starting what? Dude this is annoying, just get to the point."
"You would think that once you would get to thirty, you would stop saying dude."
"…"
"Okay, I'm starting a business!"
"Er… What kind of business?" Harry asked uncertainly. Harry knew Draco to be a hard-worker and great at managing basically everything but never imagined him to actually run a business. Sure he was capable, but still.
"A pho business! You know, Vietnamese noodle cuisine?" He was absolutely shining.
"I'm happy for you, Draco, but why pho? You know you're as white as they come."
"EXACTLY! I'm working against the fight of racism and I'm starting a pho restaurant to PROVE that all races are equal and can work together for something good, and quite delicious."
"That's really great Draco. Have you told anyone else yet?"
"No."
"Why?"
"A. You are my bestest friend in the whole wide world therefore you get to know first and B. you're co-owning the shop."
And then, his life became screwed over.