Epilogue

It had been a mere half of a year that Draco had been in Azkaban. Ginny, whom Harry hadn't seen or spoken to since the day in court, had worsen the memories. She had pretended she hadn't gotten much food and that the place had been way hotter than it was. The Wizarding World all stood behind Ginny and most hadn't believed him. Even Ron and Hermoine had trouble believing him, but they did. Nowadays they would visit him in his and Draco's house. He had only seen George, whom had said he couldn't understand how Harry would live with someone who had kidnapped Ginny. Harry couldn't blame them, he knew that eventually, the Weasleys would come around.

Ginny had gotten herself an expensive apartment in central London, which she had mostly paid with the money Draco had had to pay her. Harry and Draco both knew what had really happened and at times Harry thought if it had been worth it. That maybe he really should've Obliviated Ginny, but knew he couldn't have lived the idea. And he'd also wanted Draco to pay for the things he'd done to Ginny, even though Harry would never really knew what happened expect Ginny. And that was why Draco had had to go to Azkaban; Ginny knew the whole story and that had been enough.

Harry had visited Draco three times, once in two months. That was as much as was allowed, which was way more than Azkaban had ever been. He now was waiting for Draco to appear in the living room, which Draco had written he'd go to as soon as he could. Harry was eager to see his boyfriend again, to live with him, to be able to hug and kiss him as much as he wanted - which he was planning to do. A lot.

When Draco finally appeared with a plop, he looked absolutely shocked. The dogs jumped up to him, barking and wagging. Draco fell down to his knees at hugged them all, but his eyes were on Harry. Draco looked pale and perhaps a bit older, but way stronger, even if it wasn't on the outside. "You look beautiful," Harry said with a smile.

"You too," Draco said with a grin.

Baxter then licked him on his cheek, which Harry thought was gross, but it made him smile nevertheless.

"Yes, you too, Baxter. And you too, Xena," Draco grinned before he walked over to Harry.

A tear slept out of the Slytherin's eye before he pulled Harry in a hug. "Have you gone soft all of sudden?"

"Just glad to be home," Draco admits.

"I'm glad you're home too. Wasn't much fun eating with Wully every night, though he's way better company than Kreacher ever was. And it's no good use to sleep alone in a two person's bed. Oh, and Mells sleeps on the floor now, all the time, so there won't be a drooling dog in our bed anymore."

"Good," his boyfriend replies a bit sadly. "I could use a warm bed to sleep in."

"And a warm bath beforehand, perhaps?"

"That'd be nice. But I need you there with me. It's no good use bathing alone when it's a two person's bath, right?"

"Indeed," Harry says, before he pulled away slightly to kiss the other on his lips.

"Mmm, if you hold me like this for a couple minutes, I might fall asleep."

"That's fine. But we have to have a reservation settled at a restaurants which serves the best lamb," he says with a laugh. He had arranged the dinner a few days ago and he had been really looking forward to go to that restaurant again. Besides, it had been there six months anniversary three days ago and Harry had arranged two pieces of cake for both of them, with 'six months!' on either one. Harry was dying to see Draco's face when he would get it. He might not have the amazing taste Draco had, but he really knew how to celebrate as of late. The lonely, ignored birthdays he used to have, had been the cause of that.

"Excuse me? The duck is the best dish they serve. There was a reason why I choose the duck, you know."

"I think we should try all the dishes out there sometime," he said with a grin.

"I wouldn't mind it," Draco says. "There's also a rather fabulous bath upstairs I'm rather dying to get into. Shall we go?"

"Oh, the bedroom is rather messy, mind. Well, the other rooms as well. There have been a few people visiting. Marcel and Luna at Christmas and Ron and Hermoine of course - though they cleaned the room afterwards and -"

"Rather messy?" His boyfriend screams a minute later, in shock when he enters their room. "It looks like Hagrid slept in here! Rather messy... Pfft!" Ugh, arrogant ferret.

Honestly, it wasn't that messy. Just a little.

The end