It Started With A Letter

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Chapter 2

After three months of having his curiosity left unsatisfied Harry was at his wits end, he desperately wanted to meet the mysterious D and now he had finally received the letter he had been hoping for.

Dearest Harry

I hope your okay after your I saw your fight with a bludger yesterday and I admit I was extremely worried when I first heard about it and further seen your arm in a sling, but was glad that it was nothing serious. Honestly that Patterson is all brawn and definitely little brain, how he got into Ravenclaw I will never know, especially if that is how he plays in a friendly match. Dread to think how he'll play in the official school matches, but at least it'll make things interesting, perhaps we could make a few bets on how many people he sends to hospital that is if he can actually hit the damn balls. I've seen him in practices and I swear he only hit that one because he got lucky.

I suppose the fact that the Clarkwell girl wouldn't stop crying afterwards had not helped my fears. It would have been funny if not for all the snotty tears and over dramatic sobs, I swear most people thought you had died the way she was acting. Then again she is in Hufflepuff and they more or less live on their emotions.

I want to thank you for your patience in dealing with my letters and I now feel that I have let you know enough about me to risk approaching you without fear of an out right rejection or complete anger. I know that I do not know of your feelings and that I still risk rejection but I hope that even if you feel nothing for me that we could still be friends.

As such I ask that you meet me at the top of the astronomy tower tonight at 1am, that way there is less risk of either of us getting caught being out after curfew. I hope that you will come.

Until tonight

D

Now it was almost time and Harry couldn't stop the butterflies in his stomach nor the nervous urge to pace around his dorm room, instead he sat quietly on his bed listening to the soft snores and occasional murmur of his friends . Quietly as he could he grabbed his invisibility cloak from his trunk and with a practised ease managed to leave without disturbing anyone.

It was almost pitch black and eerily quiet as he careful made his way towards the tower constantly on the look out for a teacher or prefect, not even the ghosts were about and it gave the corridors an unnatural feel that had caused several small shivers to run down his spine. In the back of his mind was a near constant stream of excited babble thoughts bubbled and flowed like a fast moving stream around his mind urging him to keep moving.

It felt like he had walked for hours rather than mere minutes as he finally arrived at the staircase leading up to the top where the class was held. He felt nervous, excited and a little sick and could feel the urge to run back to the Gryffindor tower start to swell as he wiped the sweat from his palms. Taking several deep steadying breaths he was able to calm himself down and remove his cloak, and with a final breath he gathered all his courage together and start the long journey up the stairs towards D.

As he finally reached the last step he looked over to the balcony to see a sight so beautiful he felt as if the very air from his lungs had disappeared. The tall slender boy stood sideways from the stairs, his pale porcelain like skin was perfect against the soft rays of the moon which gave it a soft glow. His pale blonde hair gently framed his oval face with features sharp but with a softness that stopped them looking severe or cold. Harry had always though him beautiful before but now he was breathtakingly stunning.

"Draco!" He whispered in slight shock, eyes wide as his brain caught up to the fact that D was in fact his crush, the one person he wished to D to be but had never truly thought it could be. He watched with a joyful heart as Draco turned to face him, a small but genuine smile of his perfect face.

Harry's feet began to carry him towards the teen as if with a mind of their own, "You're D?" Draco gave a small nod and uncharacteristicaly began to fidget as he shuffled from foot to foot before bracing himself to look Harry straight in the eye. "Does it anger or disgust you that it's me? Do you still believe in what I wrote you?"

He came to a stop in front of the handsome blonde and shrugged, "Depends, should I hate you or disbelieve your letters? Were they all filled with lies or just some massive joke?... You know Ron believes a grand death eater plot to lure me away." Draco gave a soft snort before turning serious eyes back on him, "No, never. .Ever. Everything I said was real and still is, but seriously a death eater plot? I never figured that Weasley would have such an imagination or over the top suspicions, I suppose it's great he worries and looks out for you but I mean really what were they meant to do? Love you to death?" Both boys blushed at that one simple word in which held so much meaning and emotion and for several minutes neither one of them could look the other in the eye. Eventually he couldn't take the silence any more and had to ask the one question he needed to know. "Before anything is said I need to know if the person you told me about is really you? Not just someone you made up in the hopes I would like you better when we met. That you really love me for just me."

Draco sighed and gave a slight nod, "The person you read about was the real me, my real personality and thoughts. It's just that I've just never really been able to show him to the world, being a Malfoy is more than just a name but a way of life. Everything from the way we walk and talk to our studies and achievements is a well taught lie forced upon us from infancy. My father in particular was always more concerned with the families power and image than his own childs happiness and I was always foolish enough to believe in him to blindly follow him as if he were a king. It was one of the first things I admired about you, your ability to just be yourself, never caring what others thought of you. Merlin I wish I was more like you sometimes."

Harry shook his head as he wrapped his arms around Draco who gave a small squeak in surprise before quickly wrapping his own arms around the smaller teen. "Draco you were a child who knew no better, but through your letters I have seen who you really are and I like you. I mean it! Your personality and..and ...I um,like you." He buried his face into the warm shoulder and as his face was no doubt turning a cherry red he could feel the stiffness in Dracos form ease into the silent chuckles as the arms slid further around his waist pulling him closer.

"Hmm so you like me Harry? Well that's good because even when I was an absolute git to you I have always loved you, and if you let me I will spend my life proving it to you and to apologise for never standing by my parents than against them. I know I have tried to explain several times now that I felt cowardly and weak to leave them but I love my parents even after all they've done. I just..." Harry pressed a finger to Draco's lips loving the soft feeling of them against his skin and had to suppress a shiver. Looking into the silver grey eyes of the one had fallen for he gave a small smile.

"I understand. Though it hurts me in a way to know that you will forever bear his mark even if it's faded, I do understand that when you love someone you will stand by them regardless of their faults and failings, especially when they are your family. Do I wish you hadn't gone dark with them sure," he gave a slight shrug, "But then if you had we might never have escaped your family's dungeon. You don't know how much you did for us that day. Can we restart from today?"

He stepped back and watched the look of confusion form in Draco's face only to be quickly replaced with understanding as he held his hand out to the blonde. "Hello my name's Harry Potter. I like quidditch and it seems hot blondes." Laughing Draco grasped his hand in his own, "Hello Harry I am Draco Malfoy and funnily enough not only do I like quidditch but I'm also a hot blonde." Harry raised an eyebrow as he slowly looked him up and down, secretly loving what he saw.

"Hmm, well so you are." With that Harry quickly pressed a kiss against the soft mouth pleased to feel Draco eagerly responding, and felt a moan rise up from his throat as Draco licked softly at his lower lip seeking entrance which was gladly given. After several minutes of slow but loving kissing they pulled apart and gave a soft laugh as they hugged each other once again and Harry just knew they would always be okay.

Fifteen years later and Harry was staring out over the garden feeling nothing but utter happiness and contentment. He felt familiar arms wrap themselves around him from behind as a small kiss was placed against his cheek . "Now what has put that look on your face." leaning backwards into the familiar lean frame that was his husbands he said, "Just thinking about how we first got together all those years ago. It's scary to think that our little boy will be starting Hogwarts this summer."

The first couple of years had been the hardest for them both. It had taken several rather heated arguments and a good few falling outs before both Ron and Hermione had eventually accepted their relationship and even befriending Draco once they realised just how much he meant to their friend.. Something Draco's parents had never done, in fact he didn't know what disgusted them more; the fact that their son loved a boy or that said boy was him. At one point the stress and fighting they done because of them had gotten so bad that he didn't know if they were going to make it.

It finally came to an end during one particularly nasty fight between Draco and his parents after he had went to stay after a fight between the two of them. Both of them had been quick to throw their relationship problems in his face, smugly telling their son exactly what they thought of both him and his love for Harry. They believed all he needed was a proper pureblood woman to cure him of his sickness, as they put it, and so had arranged a marriage for him. It was marry and stay as the Malfoy heir and inherit everything or choose Harry and lose everything even his surname. Draco didn't even look back as he left the manor.

Just over a year after that they were married and Draco officially became Draco Potter. It was then that they had been approached by Luna who, as a wedding gift, had offered to be a surrogate mother so that they could have a child. That was probably the first time either man had truly considered having their own children but after a few months of talking they had enthusastically agreed. Harry was to be the biological father as there was a curse on the Malfoys where pregnancy and childbirth was extremely dangerous and as he didn't know how the curse worked didn't want to risk endangering Luna's life.

A year later and they finally had their little boy Scorpius James Potter, who had grown up to a quiet, curious and intelligent child with messy blonde hair and big green eyes set in a pale heart shaped face. He was the perfect mix between him and Luna and both men loved him with all their hearts, to them he was the most precious being in the world.

Three years later and Luna had surprised them once again by stating it would be nice if Scorpius had a sibling before asking if they would like another child and without hesitation they had agreed and just over a year later Luna Rose "Lulu" Potter was welcomed into the world. She looked just like her older brother in facial features but had straight dark hair and sky blue eyes. She was an energetic child often giving one of her dads a heart attack with her antics while often looking for an adventure or two. As Draco had often said, with a big smile, that she was a Gryffindor through and through. Luna was of course godmother to both and often came to visit and spoil them whenever she could.

Their family was then thought complete until Hermione had asked if they could look after twin boys who had been found abandoned by their muggle parents, either because they were too scared of the boys bouts of accidental magic or it could have been a mere coincidence,. Either way Harry didn't care and both men had quickly agreed to foster the adorable three year olds until a family could be found to adopt them. Within six months they had fallen completely in love with the two cherub faced but mischievous toddlers and had soon adopted them . Now Benjamin and Alexander were six and still looked as if butter wouldn't melt even if they were the brown haired version of the Weasley twins. Hermione and Ron had become their godparents, not to make them feel different but because they knew that if anything happened to them, only the Weasleys would be able to handle their nature. That and they adored their red headed family especially George who seemed to delight in helping them create new pranks while letting them test his latest products.

Looking back Harry could honestly say he had a better life than he could ever have imagined, filled with so much love and happiness and it started with a letter.

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