This is a tiny deviation of A Life Time by lav-katie-hp.
I don't own the characters or the storyline.
Which is sad in its own right, but I don't have a choice.
It'd probably be better if you read that story first.
"Why can't you just be nice? I mean it's not as if I'm asking you to kiss their feet or anything?!" The 'happy' couple were preparing for a dinner at the Weasley's again. Draco had been pissed since morning and was sulkily objecting to going there. Harry sighed as Draco put on his jacket.
"Listen, alright? It's just…a dinner. Not like it's anything that bad." Draco nodded sulkily but ignored him anyway. I don't really like going there because of Weasley. Granger and Amy are alright, though. Draco thought through their bond. Harry frowned slightly. Ron just needs time to accept it. Just like us. We still need time to accept each other too. Draco stiffened slightly.
"It's nearly seven. We'd best floo over now." They stepped into the wood-burning fireplace in the hall. Harry couldn't help but glance at Draco nervously. Had he said anything wrong?
"Harry! Draco!" Hermione greeted as they stepped out of the fireplace, Draco as graceful as ever and Harry clumsily, nearly tripping over the carpet. "Where's Ron?" Harry asked, brushing soot off himself. "He's with Amy, changing her nappy." At which Draco made a face and both Harry and Hermione chuckled.
"Mate!" Ron yelled from the upstairs rooms. "I changed Amy's nappy! It's a first!" Everyone had to smile at that. Even Draco tried to conceal a smile, but the corners of his mouth kept popping up. Harry grinned at Draco, but inwardly observed how…strangely beautiful his husband looked while smiling. Shaking his head at himself for thinking in such a way, he followed Hermione to the dining room.
"We-we'd better be going, Hermione…" Harry said. He was slightly drunk. Draco was better than him at holding his liquor. One sniff of the barmaid's apron and you're already drunk! Draco sent over the bond, and Harry could hear the silent snicker behind the words, but didn't bother replying. Well, good job you. Tomorrow's headlines: The Boy Who Lived; Carried Home In Drunken State. Harry snorted slightly, steadying himself on Draco's shoulder.
"Goodbye, Granger and Weasley." With a flourish, they stepped into the fireplace and were whisked off. Arriving home, Draco shrugged Harry off into bed.
"Ouch! Don't push me like this. I wanna bathe first, too." Harry clambered out of bed, and fell on Draco, pinning him to the ground. He breathed hard on Draco's lips, whispering huskily at the same time.
"How do you like being pushed, Draco?" Harry breathed, smirking as he felt Draco squirm, uncomfortable with such close contact. The blond boy struggled, but Harry remained firm. "Get off me." The voice was flat, emotionless and blank. Harry stared into his eyes. They were masked. But even so, some pain leaked into his voice. It was like…Draco was denying something. Harry watched as his gaze trailed downwards, to his lips. Is that the way you want this? He thought simply, leaning in to crush his lips against Draco's hungrily, his tongue streaking lightly over the latter's bottom lip. Access was granted quickly, and it was as if a kind of desperation filled him. His hands moved of their own accord, down south to where Draco was hardening slightly. But as Harry's hands brushed against the erection, Draco pushed him off abruptly. The dark-haired boy gazed at Draco, half-hurt. The blond's gray eyes burned, liquid silver churning.
"Draco, I-" Harry began, but was cut off. "No. Don't say whatever you want to. This didn't happen. Nothing did." Draco glared, eyes sharp and darkened drastically by anger, and no matter how little light there was, need. He slammed the bedroom door, leaving Harry all alone.
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