A/N: So, HI! When I finished Hope and Harebrained Schemes, I felt like Harry and Draco weren't done. They've still got a whole life ahead of them, and a whole world to face. And I knew it wouldn't be easy. So I'm writing more. I hope you like it. I'm not JKR or anything similar and I don't own anything.
Draco pulled Harry by his hand into the flat Draco'd bought when he'd landed. The sparks erupting from his hand felt just like magic. The way Harry looked bemused, happy, exhausted and intensely beautiful all at the same time felt like fate.
"This is where I've been existing," says Draco, looking around the flat, seeing it through his eyes. It's terribly neat- not a thing out of place. And the sheets on the twin bed are green. But the walls are the deepest burgundy Draco could find, and the bathroom, visible through the open door, is in gold. He looks over at Harry, trying to see his reaction. Harry's smile is huge across his face, slightly misused, but the light is back in his eyes now. Draco smiled as well, dropping Harry's hand to cross to the dresser.
"You look exhausted," he says, trying not to let his voice shake as he rifles through clothes, trying to find some that'll fit Harry. Harry sighs, and Draco hears the bed creak as the other man sinks down onto it.
"I am. Ever since your Patronus found me, I've been flying basically nonstop, except when I kipped in a field somewhere. Going over the ocean was the scariest." There's a small pause, then- "I know I'm ruining some sort of a moment, and I'm sorry- do you have food?"
Draco laughs as the awkwardness is broken. "Yeah, pantry just through the kitchen. And here-" He turns and quickly lobs some clothes. Harry catches them with a Seeker's unerring grace. "For pyjamas."
Harry gives him a broad smile, winking as he waltzes into the kitchen. Draco lets his breath out in a rush, and collapses on the bed, his leather jacket twisting uncomfortably under him. Harry. It's so surreal to see him there, with the smile and the laugh and the warmth. It's the most beautiful form of confusion Draco's had yet.
But they've changed.
Draco can tell that Harry's been through a lot. So has he. He tried at another relationship a year ago, just to make sure Harry was the one, and ended it after a week, because Harry is. He's gotten used to being on his own. He can speak fluent French. He can even cook now, something he couldn't do in the before. And now they have to discover all of the new ways they fit together. They're no longer schoolboys. They're- they're fiancés, an alien concept to Draco, but a happy one.
"Draco?"
He gets up, slinging the jacket over a chair before walking into the kitchen. Harry's at his small, two-person table, shoveling down some bread and cheese, an unbitten apple next to him.
"Yes?" Draco sits down across from Harry. The other man smiles, sheepishly, brushing too-long hair from his face with his free hand. He swallows hugely, and then says,
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were real." He reaches across the table to take Draco's hand, thumb brushing over it familiarly. Draco smiles at him fondly.
"I've been thinking the same thing."
They gaze at each other a while, Draco losing himself in Harry's eyes. They're green- but not quite green. They're sort of- forest. And all the shadows that happen in forests. And the patches of light. And Draco leans across the table to press his lips to Harry's again, just because he can.
Harry tastes like cheese.
Draco pulls back, running his tongue over his lips and smiling.
"Come to bed, it's late," he says, and gets back up to get into his own pyjamas. (Sleeping in jeans irritates his skin.) He can hear the clink of plates in the sink through the bathroom door, and he comes out with his shirt off because he doesn't want Harry to feel like he's avoiding him, and also to show off what he looks like without the scars. He'd found this amazing Muggle remedy for the scar tissue shortly before he started dating Tim, and had made use of it. He's kept just one scar right over one of his hip-bones, to remind him that he can make it through anything with a bit of help.
When he looks up, Harry's staring at him transfixed. Draco does a little twirl, heart pounding in his chest.
"Well?"
Harry walks toward him, stretching a hand out as if he's afraid to touch, and it's actually Draco who has to step to him, feeling his calloused hand on his chest. His heart rate increases exponentially, but he holds still as Harry moves closer, both hands moving around to his back. Then Harry looks up with a wicked grin.
"Did you think I wasn't attracted to you before?" he says. Draco flushes, but laughs anyway.
"I just wanted them gone. Well, mostly-" and he pulls his waistband down a little to show the scar on his hip, and did Harry's breath just hitch or is he imagining-
"Don't do that," says Harry breathlessly. "I don't think I can handle it-"
Draco smiles but settles the waistband back into place. Harry lets out a small sigh, and disappears into the bathroom without a word. Draco smirks inwardly, pulling his shirt on and staring at the bed. How exactly are we going to do this?
When Harry comes out, it's almost a little more than he can stand, because Harry is wearing his clothes and in his room and he's just as gorgeous as Draco remembers. Harry stares at the bed as well.
Then back at Draco.
"Shall we?"
It takes a bit of arranging, but eventually Harry (who's still smaller than Draco, but broader across the shoulders) ends up spooned up against him, hands wrapping around Draco's arms. They just barely fit on the bed, and Draco's pressed against the wall, but it feels better than either of them have felt in a while. Harry murmurs something, then he's out like a light, exhaustion taking its toll. Draco drops a kiss into his hair, heart swelling ridiculously.
So they're fiancés.
So they're getting married.
So he has Harry in his bed.
Yes, Draco can get used to this also.
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Short, but I will continue it! This is going to be quite a bit longer than HAHS. I'm also thinking of making a thirdquel. Anyway, reviews are love, and thanks for sticking with me through fanfiction's long absence.
