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Alright--Yay to the return of slash! I have been missing it!

So without further adieu, here is Chapter 11.


After several minutes in Hermione's embrace, Harry unwillingly pried himself away. A big smile stretched across his face as he dusted the soot and ash off his clothes. "Ha, really…I missed you guys too. Where's little Rosie?" he asked. "I have been itching to give her a great, big, bear hug."

Hermione frowned. "I'm sorry Harry. She's with my parents for the week...If I would have known you were coming for sure I would have had them take her another time..." she rambled, "but it had been so long since you had been over and Ron said he asked you for dinner and that you agreed but you had agreed to come over before and didn't show up and..."

"Hermione," Harry said holding his hand up. "It's okay. I understand completely. No worries. I'll have plenty of opportunities to see her in the future, I'm sure. I don't plan on being a stranger ever again."

"Oh Harry!" Hermione exclaimed throwing her arms around him again. "I'm so happy to hear that!"

Harry let her hug him for longer this time. However, after a few minutes it was Hermione that stepped away. Tears glistened in her eyes as she walked over to the coffee table and grabbed a tissue. And for the first time since Harry had flooed there, he finally had an opportunity to take in his surroundings.

"Wow," he breathed. "It looks like you got a lot done since I was last here."

"Yea, Ron has been quite the busy little bee," Hermione said cheerfully, dabbing away the last of her tears. "He's done a lot of repairs, some by hand even—and you know how much he despises doing things the muggle way."

"Well it's beautiful. He did a great job."

Harry looked around the room, admiring all of the improvements his friends had made in the last several months. The last time he had been over, Ron and Hermione had just moved in and the place was in severe disrepair, with tattered carpets and worn hardwood floors. However, those had been replaced with planks of smooth, cherry wood that left the home smelling of mahogany and the outdoors, and expansive oriental rugs in rich, jewel tones that reminded Harry of the old Gryffindor common room. The crumbling fireplace had been rebuilt, the brick replaced with a face and mantle of shiny, black marble with rivulets of white and silver snaking their way through the glassy surface like hundreds of tiny tributaries. The stairs that were once unsafe were now repaired, the railing and spindles made out of the same wood as the floors and the steps carpeted in a plush, maroon runner with beaded fringe.

It was all very beautiful and rich and cohesive, and Harry couldn't help but wonder what his friends would think if they saw his place. The only thing that flowed in his flat was trash—it flowed from all of the surfaces and trashcans right onto the floor. And now that he was thinking about it, Harry couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for leaving Draco in the squalor and filth that was his home. Sure the former Slytherin had stayed in worse places in the past, abandoned buildings, park benches and the like, but he certainly didn't deserve to stay in them, just like he didn't deserve a place like Harry's. Draco deserved opulence and grandeur; he deserved to be doted on and spoiled. He deserved everything, and Harry wanted to give it to him.

"Well, come on," Hermione said, interrupting his thoughts. "Ron's in the kitchen waiting."

Harry obliged, following Hermione, as well as the scent of fresh herbs and roasted lamb that was beckoning to him with a dense, mouth-watering finger. It smelled exquisite and his stomach grumbled hungrily, having not been properly nourished since the previous day.

"He's here Ron," Hermione said as they stepped into the kitchen.

"Hey man, glad you could make it," Ron said embracing Harry in a half-hug and patting him on the back. "It's been too long."

"It has."

"Well have a seat. It should only be another few minutes."

Harry nodded and walked over to the dining area, yet again amazed by the amount of works his friends had done in such a short amount of time. The room was airy and bright, with a large, sliding glass door that led to a lush, fenced-in yard complete with climbing rose bushes, a swing set and a golden retriever puppy asleep in a dog house. Three skylights overhead shined beams of light onto the dining table, illuminating the spread upon it with a warm, inviting glow. Harry took a seat, drinking in his surroundings and the smell of the fresh baked rolls and various side dishes before him. Finally, just when he thought he couldn't stand the torturous scents tempting his nostrils any longer, Ron brought over the lamb and gave the go-ahead to dig in.

The three of them ate in relative silence; Ron and Harry because they were busy stuffing their faces, Hermione because she was too busy smiling and beaming appreciatively at them. And finally, after a four course meal and a dessert of raspberry trifle, everyone was stuffed to the point of bursting and retreated to the living room for a rather early night cap. Hermione picked an emerald green bottle off of the shelf near the couch and uncorked it with a loud 'pop.' She poured about an inch of the bright green liquid in the bottom of two glasses. Then, ritualistically, she placed two, rather fancy looking, slotted spoons on top of the glasses and balanced a cube of sugar on each one.

"What are you making?" Harry asked curiously.

"Patience my dear," she smiled. Then she reached to a serving tray behind her and grabbed a pitcher of what Harry could only guess was ice water. She held it carefully over one of the spoons and very slowly, almost drop by drop, poured the water over the suspended cube of sugar. It began to dissolve and, before Harry's eyes, the almost neon liquid in the glass began to cloud, turning an opaque shade of light jade.

"Wow," Harry said quietly. "Really, what it is guys? Is it some sort of new Fire Whiskey or something? I'm so out of the loop with some of these things..."

"Nah," Ron laughed. "Nothing magical about it. It's a muggle drink actually...Absinthe. I tried it on when we were on vacation and loved it. It's a little strong, ha, a little too much for the missus, in fact. 'Mione tried a few sips and ended up singing some muggle song at the top of her lungs in the middle of our hotel's lobby!" Ron laughed loudly and Hermione blushed a little, but otherwise ignored the comment, busying herself with concocting the second drink. Ron wiped tears from his eyes. "Whew...you had to be there. It was hilarious! But anyway, it's amazing. You're going to love it!"

After a moment, Hermione finished mixing and handed a glass to each of the two men. "Bottom's up!" Ron said as he clinked his glass with Harry's and then tipped the drink to his lips. Harry followed suit, taking a few large gulps of the pungent liquid. It was certainly strong, the burning sensation on his lips gave proof to that, but it was also quite delicious, possessing a licorice-like flavor with hints of earthy herbs. Harry savored the taste, rolling the remnants of the liquid around on his tongue. Ron had already finished his first glass and was a couple of sips into the second, and Harry could see the potent potables affect starting to take hold of his of light from the bay window were reflecting in Ron's glassy eyes like pyres of pure bliss. His lips had curled up at the edges, leaving him with a daffy and vacant expression on his face, sort of like the fire might have been lit, but the cauldron was empty.

"We have missed you a lot Harry," he said dreamily as he nodded his head in earnest. "It's been strange without you here every weekend." Hermione joined him on the couch, taking her husband's hand in her own. "We really did, Harry," she said sadly. "We were so worried about you. Ron said you seemed down at work and we couldn't help but feel that it was because of us. We should have stood by you. You needed us, and we failed you. I mean, Ginny is Ron's sister so it put us in an awkward position, but we should have been there for both of you, not just her. We were just awful."

Harry's heart sang at Hermione's words. He had imagined this moment, dreamed of this moment for months and couldn't believe his greatest desire was playing out right in front of his eyes. He wanted them to realize how terribly they had treated him; he wanted to know that all that time they had missed him too; that the nights he had spent lonely and crying himself to sleep weren't lost upon them and that they knew how deeply they had hurt him. The only thing that differed from his dreams was his own response to their words. In his dreams, he gave the two of them a verbal tongue-lashing, yelling at them and telling them just how low his life had gotten, that their words and actions had cut him to the bone and he didn't know how long it would take for those wounds to heal.

But with Ron and Hermione in front of him, looking somber yet hopeful, he just couldn't do it. "Guys, water under the bridge, right?" he said with a smile.

After some more apologizing from Ron and Hermione alike, the conversation eventually shifted to lighter topics and happier times. They reminisced about the glory days, their time at Hogwarts, the times since the war. It was crazy that after one dinner, Harry had his old friends back and he felt like the whole Ginny debacle had never happened. He couldn't have been happier; he was happy, he had his friends, and he had Draco.

Shit! Draco!

Harry looked at his watch and nearly leaped off of the couch. "I'm sorry to cut this short guys, but I have to get going," he said, his head spinning violently at the sudden movement.

"Already?" Ron slurred.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Dra...I mean...I'm supposed to be meeting someone." Harry instantly regretted his choice of words.

"Oh," Hrmione said with a smirk. "Meeting someone huh? Is this 'someone' someone special?"

"Maybe."

"Great," Hermione squealed. "Well, will we see you again next weekend?"

"Definitely," Harry replied before hopping into the fireplace and spinning away.

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Draco tapped his fingers on the arm of the sofa impatiently. He had cleaned the flat from top to bottom, all but scrubbing the floors with his toothbrush, and Harry wasn't even there to appreciate it. No, Harry had ran out of the place promising not to be gone long, and it was now nearly seven hours later and Draco hadn't heard a word from him--no owl saying he'd be late, no floo call saying he had been held up, nothing. It infuriated Draco to no end.

But just as he was about to retreat to bed for the night as a way to punish Harry, the fireplace roared and Harry came tumbling out of it, landing flat on his face. Draco smirked inwardly at the small bit of payback, but went over dutifully and helped Harry to his feet.

"Nice to see you," Draco said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"Oh Draco!" Harry exclaimed, throwing his arms around the unprepared blonde. The scent of alcohol poured heavily from his mouth, like he had been sucking on a liquor bottle all day. "It's so wonderful! Ron and, and 'Mione apologized and everything is back to the way it was before! Isn't that great!" He swayed drunkenly and his head lolled a little to the side as he waited for an answer.

Draco had a knee-jerk urge to rain on Harry's parade, to spew hateful words that would wipe the sloppy grin right off of his slackened face. He wanted to make Harry miserable again, but he had to remind himself that doing so wouldn't be prudent, that there was a bigger picture and bigger goal he needed to stay focused on. "Yes, that is great," he replied.

And before he could say anything else, Harry leaned in and kissed him, the burning taste of some unknown alcohol nearly making him choke and pull away. But he held his ground, and kissed Harry back, channeling his anger into his lips and tongue, and into his hands as he ripped at Harry's clothes, stripping him naked with such force and fervor he was sure he had ripped some article of clothing in the process. But Harry didn't seem to notice or care, and before Draco knew it, he too was naked and the ebony-haired wizard was kneeling before him, licking and sucking his cock with more skill than a drunken, incapacitated man should have.

Draco's chest heaved and his eyes closed on their own accord, as though not wanting any of the surroundings to distract him from the feeling of Harry's lips wrapped around him. It felt so amazing, so perfect, that after only a few moments he could feel tension beginning to build in his gut and he knew he only had a few moments left. Harry must have sensed it too, because he promptly stopped and stood up, then dragged the beautiful blonde toward the kitchen.

Draco was a little confused by the gesture, but understood immediately as Harry leaned over the counter and gripped the edges, his ass fully exposed and waiting. After seeing that, Draco wasted no time, muttering a quick lubrication charm before slamming into Harry with the force of a Mack truck. The other wizard cried out in pain at the jarring intrusion, but the yells quickly subsided and he easily melted into Draco's fast but steady rhythm, thrusting his hips in perfect measure. And after their synchronicity was perfect, Draco added his hand to the mix, pumping Harry's cock firmly. Harry cried out not two minutes later as he came, spewing hot, sticky liquid down the cabinets.

The sight alone drove Draco crazy and he in turn quickened his thrusting, like a long-distance runner that gets a second wind as he nears the finish. And with one, final driving motion, he pumped into Harry, spilling every last drop of his seed inside the former Gryffindor.

Exhausted, Draco collapsed on top of Harry, out of breath and his skin dripping with sweat, but Harry seemed to welcome it. He grabbed Draco's arm and wrapped it around himself, nuzzling in an close as he could to the man. Then, with a dazed smile on his face, he turned to Draco and whispered, "I love you."


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