Labor took hours, both men knew that from experience when Rose was born. Neither of them planned on leaving the waiting room until the baby boy was born or until a Healer told them that both the baby and Hermione would be okay. Harry was pleased by this because he had time to talk to Draco, and Draco was not pleased for that same reason. Or at least he looked like he wasn't pleased.
Draco took a seat furthest away from anyone else, taking the Daily Prophet with him to read thoroughly as he waited. He ignored the fact that Harry had followed him and sat directly across from him with a big goofy grin on his face.
"So I'm sure you've been wondering some things..." Harry said, still smiling widely.
"You're assuming wrong, Potter."
"Don't you want to know why I've been so distant?" He asked, fake pouting.
"Not really," Draco said dully, looking bored, "Wipe that bloody smile off your face, it's infuriating."
Harry frowned. Draco must have taken Harry's distant behaviour very seriously.
"Well I'll just talk and you can choose to listen or not yourself," Harry said simply, "You see, after our date I realized something pretty big. And then your mother said something to me that really put me in a rut that morning after you left before me."
Draco looked up at the mention of his mother, looking furious immediately. He muttered under his breath.
"Before you curse your mother mentally, hear me out. She mentioned that you were angry with her for pointing out you and I couldn't produce an heir together, hinting we were only temporary. I spiraled down at the thought we were only temporary... And then I cursed myself for thinking so far into the future. I sought out advice and realized I had been really thick to hide from you. I had no idea what you were thinking. Did you want us to be temporary and then find yourself a woman to marry to produce an heir? Were you angry with your mother because you didn't want kids at all? So many fears popped up into my mind that I kind of shut myself off and refused to see you... I decided I need to talk to you so I went to look for you but I ran into your mother again. She clarified some things for me."
Draco was looking Harry in the eyes trying to read him, trying to figure out where he was going with all of this. "So what did she clarify for you exactly?"
"That you were thinking the same things I was, but decided to just ignore them until the day came. Well the day is now, and I want to know what you want. Because I know what I want."
The grin had long faded from Harry's face as he spilled his mind and heart out to Draco, searching for hope in those piercingly gray eyes.
"I want you and whatever comes with you. What do you want?" Draco asked him quietly. Harry realized it was a big deal for Draco to talk about what he wanted, seeing as how he had lived a life of his father, always doing what his father wanted.
"I want a family someday," Harry answered easily, to which Draco seemed to sink in his seat a bit.
Harry stood up from his seat and sat in the seat next to Draco, lightly taking his chin in his hands and redirecting his gaze until they made eye contact.
"I want a family with you." He clarified, "It's perfectly possible."
"How can you know that if you've only been on one date, hmm?" Draco confronted, trying to seem doubtful, despite how much loving emotion poured from his face. Draco knew he himself had fallen too fast, he needed comfort at the fact he wasn't alone.
"Time doesn't matter, does it? Don't you feel the same? I've starting falling in love with you without even knowing why but every second I'm with you, I slowly understand exactly why."
Draco blushed and bit his lip, then pulled Harry by the shirt as close as he could before their lips met.
Harry was grinning again, happy Draco finally understood. "You're either in, or you're not." Harry stated, dead set on the words.
"I'm in, Potter."
~*~HPDM~*~
Hugo Weasley, little ginger peach fuzzed bundle of joy (or bundle of poop), lay sleeping in Harry's arms. Harry had watery eyes at the sight of him, overjoyed for his two best friends and their newest family member. Hermione had done beautifully once again, naturally and graciously. She was sleeping as the labor had truly tired her out, so Ron had taken little Hugo out to show him to the rest of the eager family.
Molly and Arthur cried in joy and held him first, then Ron had handed him to Harry looking rather proud of himself. Draco patted him on the back encouragingly and congratulated him on the new spawn. Ron rolled his eyes but pulled the git in for a hug anyhow, too happy to correct his word choices.
Draco smiled adoringly at Harry as he watched him holding Hugo. Harry stared down at the little enfant so affectionately, he just knew Harry would make a great dad one day.
~*~HPDM~*~
"Where are we going?" Draco groaned again, "Why can't I apparate myself? You know I hate side-along..." He grumbled some more.
"You can't get there on your own, Merlin knows where you'll end up. Not that I'd care I guess," He teased in return.
Harry took Draco by the hand, kissing it before the crack and they landed at the base of a large old tree.
"This is the house from my first glimpse, the first Harry you met."
"You actually tried to see if this place was real? Who knows where you would have ended up if this place didn't actually exist here, you wanker." Draco scolded.
Harry smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets, and slowly started to stroll through the long grass.
"I came here to think that day I confronted you," Harry said.
Draco nodded, exploring the grounds. The backyard space was decently large, with a small forest background with that one tree larger than the rest. The grass was so tall it reached their hips in some places, and it had weeds covering the grass in front of the backyard.
"You like it here," Draco stated simply.
"I came here to think about things, and ended up writing to Potter for some advice."
"Hermione told me you're dreaming about the glimpses." Draco confronted him.
Harry looked down at the ground, suddenly very interested in the dirt. "Kind of... Just one glimpse. It feels really real though but I'm pretty sure we're the first ones to successfully do what we did so I can't find any information on what the dreams could be..."
"You mean unsuccessfully, Harry. I didn't do something right, seeing as how you travelled more times."
"I think it was my mind that messed it up to be honest but even so, I can't tell if the dreams are just dreams or a connection."
"You don't wish you were still in one of the glimpses, do you?"
"No. I wish I could say hello and goodbye as me, not posing as someone else. I wish I knew how Harry and Draco are doing after I spilled the beans to Dumbledore. But I'll never leave this place again, I love everything in it, s'pecially you..." He mumbled the last bit.
Draco sighed, satisfied by the answer he got, and sat down on the long grass, then sprawled out as if it were a bed. He raised his eyebrows at Harry as if he should join him, so he did.
He laid down next to Draco, the scent of fresh grass circling them. Draco pulled Harry into him, laying his chin above Harry's messy hair, holding him close.
"You should buy this property," Draco decided suddenly, "Fix it up and make it liveable."
Harry pushed off of Draco so he could look up at him. Draco merely shrugged and pulled Harry back to his chest.
"Only if you help," Harry hinted.
"Bollocks to that. How about you do all of the work, and I just decorate since you'd clearly muck it up."
"Mm. I already have the Grimmauld Place, no need for a new house."
"There's no way I'm living in that place. It's just as creepy as the Manor, filled with ghosts lurking around. Staying there while we work on a case is one thing, but living there? No way."
Harry's heart fluttered in his chest, he hoped to Merlin that Draco couldn't feel it thumping. Draco had implied that he'd live there with Harry if he bought it. He closed his eyes, smiling from ear to ear, listening to the birds fly above them.
~*~HPDM~*~
"So when do you and Draco move in?" Hermione asked happily, nursing little Hugo. "And please tell me you're not going to do anymore crazy experiments together now that you're living together. You being partners has always had my anxiety levels up with all the ridiculous things you've done, but living together is an entire different playing field."
"We've been given the keys just this evening," Harry grinned, "Draco's in the process of putting up enchantments around it with his mother, to keep it hidden from muggles and wizards, much like Grimmauld Place. Then we'll start fixing it up as we please. Won't be done for a while though."
"You'll have to write down the address for us all so we can visit once you've settled in and to keep an eye on you," Hermione smiled, "You're the secret keeper, right?"
"Yeh, Draco insisted I be the keeper. A lot of work has to be done, it's really battered up."
"Is it going to be weird staying there tonight? It's your first night in your home...together." Hermione hinted sternly. She was happy for her two friends finally finding love in each other, and she knew they hadn't rushed moving in together but Harry never talked about more personal matters with anyone. She felt like a concerned mother or sister.
"We've slept next to each other plenty of times now, but... I am err- nervous. We decided to wait until we lived together to...you know..." Harry fidgeted with his sweater.
"You won't need to worry with Draco, you know that. You've been mates for so long, being lovers isn't much different."
"Yeh..." It'll be much different after tonight... Harry thought to himself nervously.
"I'll let you rest, 'Mione. I'll send you the address once it's decent enough," Harry told her, kissing her cheek before he apparated.
When he returned back to his newly bought home, Narcissa was already gone and Draco was on the porch waiting for him.
"Have you even gone inside yet?" Harry called as he made his way up the walkway.
"Waiting for you, scarhead, I haven't even seen the inside yet. Hurry up, it's dark and spooky out here."
Harry grinned. He knew Draco would appreciate the home as much as he did, because it reminded him of a larger version of the home in the Malfoy Gardens. The two of them had decided the little Garden home would be a getaway for them to go to hide from their boss, or even a hideaway from each other if one of them was being a prat.
"It has a lot of work to do, but I trust your decorating skills," Harry teased. He unlocked the front door with the enchanted key (alohomora wouldn't work on this home), creaked it open and then peaked his head in. It was very dark and dusty, he had to squint and wave the dust from his face as he tried to look around. He cast a quick lumos on the torch lights on the walls and it illuminated the front enterance.
"Are you sure this is a muggle home? That fireplace is the perfect size for a Floo network," Draco noted.
Harry took Draco's hand and entwined their fingers tightly.
The front entrance had potential to be grand, with the open space, high ceiling, and over sized fire place. The walls had old wallpaper peeling, the floor was old wood, and the light source came from lightbulbs in holders on the wall that were torch-like.
To the right, there was an archway to the next room which was a large living space. Potter had used half of it as an office area and the other half for a lounge, but the previous owners of the home from this universe had used it for a mere lounge it seemed. The walls were stained with Merlin-knows-what, and the hardwood floor was equally as stained.
Harry was too afraid to look at Draco for a reaction. He just hoped that he didn't regret buying this home without seeing it first. Harry himself had only seen it once through a window, deciding to wait to see it with Draco. He felt regret at this, wishing he had cleaned it up a bit to make it more presentable.
They pushed on slowly, Harry peaking at Draco from the corner of his eye, watching him look at everything closely.
Across from the lounge room, there was another open concept area with the door to the backyard. It held an old piano and a vintage old rug in the center of the open space. To the right was the kitchen, Harry knew, but they went left down the hallway, finding the loo and two bedrooms on the left side and one master bedroom on the right.
"I could have sworn there would be a dead body in the tub or a rabid racoon," Draco exhaled.
"Oh bugger off," Harry replied nervously.
The loo had a broken mirror scattered in the sink, dirt on the white tiles, and a rusty, old, over-sized bathtub. Harry was just grateful there was in fact no body or a rabid animal.
The two rooms next to the loo were small bedrooms, Harry couldn't help but picture Marcelline's pink and pearl covered room as he looked inside the first one. And as he peaked in the second room, he imagined Forest and Brin's space ceiling with half of the room decorated with Quidditch merchandise, and the other half of the room decorated with pictures of creatures and books.
He felt nostalgia but was happy at the fact he felt closer to them all being there.
"Well, this one is the master bedroom. I'll take this one, you can take one of the other ones." Harry tried to say with a straight face but burst out laughing at Draco's expression.
"You wish, Potter. You can sleep in the tub with that attitude."
Harry opened the door to the master bedroom and it had a rather dark feeling to it. The energy was nonexistant but the walls were a lovely black vintage wallpaper (although peeling and outdated), with a large black wardrobe in the center of the back wall.
"If we're sleeping here tonight we should scrub this room down and transport the bed so we don't end up sleeping on the floor," Draco suggested simply. He cast a charm that lit up the room as if it were daytime and summoned cleaning supplies.
"We're going to clean it the muggle way?"
"Do you even know me at all?" Draco scoffed, as Harry stuck his tongue out at him. He charmed the cleaning supplies to scrub the room.
"While the room is cleaning itself, let's get everything ready to transport."
"Right, well we can't apparate here and the fireplace isn't connected to the floo yet, so let's head to the apparition zone. So what do you think of the place?"
Draco smiled warmly and strode up to Harry until their feet were merely an inch apart.
"I see the potential, but most importantly I see how much you love it," He said gently, tipping Harry's chin up to kiss him softly. Harry felt his stomach flutter with butterflies instantly, then felt warm from head to toe, probably blushing furiously.
Although the love was there, Harry was still quiet shy. They may have rushed falling in love (unintentionally), rushed moving in together (happily), but they had an unspoken agreement that they would go slow physically. They had a life ahead of them. All Harry knew, was that he loved Draco. After years of no physical contact and awkward stares, they were happy to move slowly.
Draco grinned at Harry's reaction, then pulled him outside to the apparition point.
After some bickering, some transporting spells, and some curse words, the bedroom was packed. Draco's boxes and bags were so obviously done himself as they were perfectly taped and labelled, and Harry's were all thrown in bags carelessly. Opposites attract? Draco shuddered at the thought of wrinkled clothing.
The bedroom was packed with neatly stacked boxes (and some bags thrown in the corner), and the king sized mattress in the center. They agreed that since they were going to be changing the wallpaper they shouldn't bring anything else. The bed was necessary so they could have somewhere to sleep as they worked on their home.
"What are you doing?"
"I can't find my pajama bottoms," Harry grumbled.
"I told you labelling is key, scarhead."
"Accio pajama pants!" Harry sighed, catching a pair that flew to him from a bag on top of the pile.
Harry blushed then, realizing it might be strange to go change into his pajamas in another room when he officially was a homeowner with his boyfriend.
Draco raised an eyebrow, watching Harry fight a battle in his mind. He rolled his eyes, taking off his shirt with ease. He undid the button on his jeans and slowly dragged down the zipper teasingly. Harry noticed.
"Fuck off," Harry grumbled heated, throwing his jammies on the cold hardwood floor, and jumping onto the inviting bed fully clothed.
"Come off it, you can't sleep fully clothed."
"Watch me," Harry crossed his arms.
"I'll turn away if you want to put on your pajama pants, you tosser," Draco said, turning around to face the door.
Harry hopped off the bed happily, he threw off his t-shirt quickly and then let his jeans hit the floor. The floor was cold on his feet so he tried to do it all quickly so he could get into the bed as fast as possible. His nipples were hard, but he couldn't tell if the cause was from the cold or from the sexual tension in the room.
He bent down to pick up his pajama pants, but as he stood up to put them on, Draco was face-to-face with him and he barely had time to register his sudden presence before he was kissing him.
Draco kissed him hard, hands on Harry's chest, pushing him lightly until Harry was backed up into the wall. He groaned into Draco's mouth, too absorbed in pleasure to protest. In fact, protesting was the exact opposite of what Harry had in mind at that point. The zipper on Draco's jeans were already down so Harry helped take them off completely, almost never leaving his lips. Just minutes ago he was refusing to change in front of him but he suddenly wanted everything Draco could possibly give him.
