Chapter Two

Millions of thoughts raced through Harry's head as he and Draco stood looking at the golden sunset. Finally they were married, something Harry had wanted for a long time. This was a moment he never wanted to leave, he was in the love of his life's arms and there was absolutely no pain or loss. This was the closest to heaven Harry thought he could ever be.

"Harry," Draco said, breaking the silence.

"What is it Draco?"

"It's been twenty years since the moment I first fell in love you, I just realized that."

"Drake," Harry smiled, "I think you're a little off. We started actually talking in third year, only seventeen years ago."

"Harry, I feel in love with you a long time before that. Actually I think I fell in love with you the end of first year.'

"You fell in love with me the end of first year? But we never saw each other outside Potions, you couldn't have fallen in love with me in Potions, I was so dreadful at them you would have never seen anything good in me there."

"No, it was one of the days you were in the Hospital Wing." Draco smiled.

"The Hospital Wing, you, how?"

Harry had been in the Hospital Wing for almost three days now. Dumbledore was starting to worry about him, not many people stayed in a coma for three days and woke up perfectly normal. As well there was no sign of him waking up any time soon. Nonetheless, he visited the boy everyday to see if there was any progress and today was no different. Or so he thought.

Yet, when he walked into the Hospital Wing he found something he would have never imagined. The young Draco Malfoy was sitting next to Harry's bed. Tears stained his face and fear filled his eyes. Intrigued Dumbledore hid himself in the shadows to watch the Malfoy boy.

Slowly, Malfoy bent over and took Harry's hand in his hoping that there might be a response, however there was none. Harry remained completely still and more tears found their way down Draco's cheeks.

"Harry, you listen to me." the young boy spoke, "I need you to wake up, please I need you to be okay."

Malfoy continued to cry and found himself placing his head on the bed next to Harry. Dumbledore was about to go and comfort the boy when he continued, "Harry I need you to wake up please. My parents, they follow the Dark Lord but they don't want to. You need to stop him so they can be free, so we can be a real family. Please Harry just wake up!"

Suddenly, there was a moment in the comatose boy and Harry's hand found Draco's head. As soon as Harry placed his hand on Draco, he jumped up and immediately fled the room. Tears continue to flow down his cheeks as he ran from the Hospital Wing to the Slytherin Common Room.

"Wait, so you were there when I woke up?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, I guess I've always needed the Golden Boy to save me." Draco joked.

"Wow. I'm so happy it was you instead of Dumbledore!" Harry said pulling Draco into a tight embrace.

"So much for Dumbledore's Army," Ron laughed as he stepped out from behind a nearby tree.

"Hey, Ron were you spying on us?" Harry chided.

"No," Ron replied, flustered, "Mum sent Hermione and I to tell you and Draco that the tent was all ready and that you should make your big entrance soon."

"Hermione?"

Suddenly, Hermione stepped out from behind the tree where she and Ron had been hiding, and immediately she ran over to Draco and hugged him tight.

"Oh, Draco!" she squealed, "That was a wonderful story. I'm so glad Harry has you, even after all these years you still love him."

"Yeah, I guess once you fall in love you never stop." Draco smiled.

"But wait, Harry when did you fall in love with Draco?" Hermione questioned.

" 'Mione! You can't just ask people that, we weren't even supposed to hear Malfoy's story."

Harry laughed at the pair, "Ron it's okay."

"So," Hermione smiled, "you'll tell us?"

Harry sat down on the grass and invited the rest to do the same. Together they sat in their fanciest dress robes and listened as Harry began his story, "So it was the end of third year."

"Third year! Malfoy was a right foul git that year." Ron pointed out.

"Ronald!" Hermione said, lightly smacking him, "you can't talk about Harry's husband like that."

"May I continue, without anyone insulting my husband?" Harry laughed.

It was the end of third year and Harry had finally realized one thing, that he was undeniably gay. The night he saved Sirius brought many strange revelations, but this was probably the most life-altering. He had no idea who he could talk about it with or better yet, if he should even talk about it. After all he was the Boy-Who-Lived, sent to save the wizard world; could the Saviour the world love his deepest enemy?

He spent many nights pondering this, until finally he gave up and asked Dumbledore what he thought.

"Harry, my dear boy, I don't think the world would care if you're gay. Now, being in love with the Malfoy boy may not be the smartest choice, but it isn't the worst." Dumbledore told him before sending him off to bed.

Fate, of course, had other plans and brought him closer to the cause of his troubles. That night he found Malfoy wandering the halls as well.

"Malfoy?"

"What do you want Potter?"

"I'm sorry about Hermione the other day." he said looking at the ground.

"I probably deserved it," Malfoy smiled, "Besides, now we know she throws a pretty decent punch."

"Yeah." Harry laughed.

"Harry, um..."

"What's up Draco?"

"You've never called me Draco before."

"You've always been my enemy before. Today, I don't think you are."

Harry stepped closer, he wanted to know what was on Draco's mind. He wanted to be there for him, he wanted to help him and protect him. Suddenly he just wanted Draco to need him as much he needed Draco.

"What am I then?" Draco asked, taking a shuffle closer to Harry.

"Everything," Harry replied and pulled Draco closer to him. Together they stood there for what seemed like an eternity then Draco leaned forward as Harry looked him in the eye. Suddenly Harry's lips met his and together they knew they were in the right place.

"So wait, you fell in love with him on the same day of your first kiss?" Hermione squeaked.

"Yes, it was the most magical moment of my life."

Just then Molly Weasley walked out of the tent to find the four of them sitting in the grass. Immediately she stormed up to them and pulled them up of the ground and looked at Ron with a glare that could kill a man.

"Ronald Weasley, I sent you out here to get the boys, not sit on the ground and ruin your dress robes! Now get inside, all of you."

With that everyone was up and preparing to head into the newly transformed tent. Hermione and Ron made their way in first and Draco grabbed Harry's hand. Together they entered the tent to find it completely different. The chairs were now surrounding dozens of round tables, each with blue table cloths and a vase full of roses. Candles were everywhere, floating in mid-air. Every place he looked, he found a smiling face ready to tell him how happy they were for him.

Harry knew that this was were he was supposed to be and for a second he let himself be completely happy. Life was good, Draco was his husband, nothing good go wrong .

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

So, I hope you guys liked the second chapter. Now we know how they fell in love, or at least when they fell in love. There's a lot more to come, so I hope you stay tuned. Please tell me if there's anything I need to edit. Thanks for reading!