A/N: I'm looking for a beta for this story if you interested please contact me.

I pushed myself away from the wall and walk to the restaurant. Harry had arrived first and was holding a table. He smiles when he sees me offering up a little wave. I smiles back. It is easy to see Harry back there on the street curled into Draco, just as easy as to see him this morning back arched as I moved in him. I stop to give Harry a quick kiss before sitting. A waiter appeared. We order the usual. Harry beams at me.

"Draco is back I saw him before I got here. Bumped into him really I was reading and walking again. He's eating with Ron and Hermione right now."

"Really. When did he get in? Is he coming to the wedding?"

"I think he flew in today or yesterday. He's coming alone I hope…. the date he brought to Hermione and Ron wedding almost fell in the cake."

I reach across the tablet to squeeze Harry's hand. "I'm sure he won't do anything to ruin your big day."

Harry gives me a soft smile. "Our big day."

I stroke his knuckles. His smile still does things to my stomach. He is really very handsome when he's happy.

"Are you okay Oliver you look a bit…worn."

"Too much training in the cold. I'm fine did you get the time off."

"Of course even my boss wouldn't be mean enough to not give me honeymoon time."

I laugh because he looks sweet frowning and pouting in one go. He's cute with out realizing it.

"They're coming over for dinner so I'll be getting home early."

I take a sip of water stopping myself for chocking. "Who is coming over?"

"Ron Hermione and Draco, I'll cook."

"I suppose that's fine as long as they leave early I had plans for tonight."

He blushed sweetly, cheeks turning a pale pink. I bring his hand to my lip kiss the pads softly. He has nice hands slim but solid a little rough but the palms are soft to the touch. I never really noticed how small they look until I saw Draco holding them. He smiles at me eyes big and happy. The waiter brings our food, we eat. We don't talk about much Harry is bouncy over Draco's arrival and I have a big game to play in 2 hours.

I can't shake the image of Harry falling into Draco. The easy way he just accepted his hold. My mind is a minefield everywhere it wander I stumble over something. This week is bringing back memories I though I'd buried. I woke this morning breathing hard body tensed expecting a blow, the image of Terry Boot's body crumpling to the ground still vivid behind in my mind. Harry was still asleep beside me clutching his pillow looking sully and perfect. I can see him then. He was a kid. He didn't seem like it at the time but than I wasn't much older. Him and his pack they made the different in the war anyone in the wizard world could quote you stories of their grand battles. I never really understood how they formed. The history of the pack is already a legendary mystery. I have yet to worked up the courage to ask Harry about it. We rarely talk about the war. The years before it and the ones after but never really what Voldmort did to the wizard world. There are days when it can't be avoidable like the anniversary of Voldmort defeat which is the official end of the war although there were battles for months after. It is come upon the 5th year anniversary the end of January. I watch Harry chew on his burger. He gives me a smile, eyebrow raise in question. I shrug trying to find a smile and failing. He opens his mouth and shows me his half chewed burger. I choke on my water as I laugh. He smiles and finishes chewing.

"That's disgusting Harry."

"That what you get for being all stoic and silent. Where did you go?"

I'm quiet for a moment. There is a lot I can say and most of it would be a lie. I meet his eyes he is asking for the truth. "I was thinking about the war. It's been almost 5 years."

Harry nods eyes suddenly very serious. "I figure as much. Are you okay?"

He would ask me that. Me who had suffered not so much. All my immediate family made it through. I never really spent much time on the front. All my best mates are among the living. The war touched me but it didn't wound me unlike Harry who with Draco and the rest for the pack spent the majority of the war at the front. Who bleed wept and died to defeat Voldemort and he ask me if I'm alright. "I'm fine Harry it's just 5 years is a milestone a small one but something."

"I never…" he stops himself small sharp smile that doesn't fit. "Me and Draco had a bet going during the war 5 years after we were going to round up the whole pack and take a vacation to Hawaii and spend 5 weeks drunk off our asses. Things have changed." He meet my eyes and I see him the old Harry the one that use to stand in front of the war council and fling insults at them for their sloppy tactics that only gained loss of life. "I'm glad things change." His voice is soft.

I want more than anything to lean across the table and kiss away the bruised boy. He looks away from me. "I'm sorry Harry I shouldn't have said anything."

He shakes his head. "No I think." He pauses poking his fires. "I think we should talk about it before the wedding. There is a lot I have to tell you about everything."

"You don't have to explain anything."

He looks up half the Harry I love half the one that belong sole to Draco and the pack. "I have to talk to the others but there are some things you should know. Marrying me means you're stuck with them for life."

"I don't mind they're not a bad lot and you're worth anything."

The smile he gives me is more inline with the Harry I have come to love.