A Christmas Homecoming by HPFangirl71

Part 21:Draco Feels Lucky

"Which do you think's better? The roast or the chicken?" The question came in Astoria's sweet melody.

Her voice brought Draco crashing back to reality. He was sitting at a table, sampling food dishes brought in by a pair of wizened house elves. He was helping Astoria and mother choose the menu for the big day. It was tedious work when all he really wanted was to wrap himself within Harry's arms.

"Answer me Dray…" he heard and something inside him cracked. No one was allowed to use Harry's nickname for him.

"Tori darling, please don't call me that like I'm two and as far as I'm concerned, the chicken will do fine just as long as it's paired with the beef Wellington." Draco gave his opinion, his voice sounded edgy.

Narcissa seemed to agree with him and wrote it on the parchment in front of her.

"Mother, do I really need to be here any longer? I have things at the office that need attending to as well and all there really is now is the cake. Tori and I could do that tomorrow evening together couldn't we?" taking Astoria's hand in his as he said it, he was sure to get his way on the matter. The two women finally nodded in agreement.

As Draco took the floo to the London offices, he felt a twinge of guilt. He had been juggling this whole affair thing with aplomb, first in Italy and now here in London. He felt bad that he was able to do it with such ease. Was he really ready to make Harry nothing more than a mere mistress in his life? He'd been thinking a lot about it since the wedding was a mere month away and that was after postponing it by a few weeks. He was dreading the event in the worst way but knew he had no choice but to go through with it. With every turn, it seemed to loom ever closer and it sickened Draco's stomach to think of the planned event.

Draco sat at his desk doing paperwork for a few hours and then took the floo straight to Harry's flat. As he emerged, the handsome man who was every bit his soul mate greeted him. He wrapped his arms around him and planted a light kiss on his lips.

"I didn't know if you'd come tonight?" Harry sported a sappy grin upon seeing Draco.

"I come just about every night, no pun intended… alright some pun intended." Draco said with a delighted smirk upon his face.

"Yes, well at least you're here." Harry whispered as he pulled the blonde into his arms once again. He let his nose graze along the crook of Draco's neck, inhaling his cologne.

Draco's hands played at the bottom of Harry's lower back, pulling at the man's shirt. Likewise, Harry began undoing the buttons on the front of Draco's silk jumper. Their kisses became more heated and intense with every touch. They couldn't seem to get enough of one another, touching seemed to be as essential as breathing.

Harry frotted himself hard against Draco's front and he could feel the hardness of his lover's groin mimicking his own. He moaned into the man's mouth as it devoured him. Draco loved this man so intensely that it made him feel desperate at times. Draco apparated the two of them into Harry's bedroom and they fell in a heap upon the bed. All guilt of earlier was lost within Harry's arms. He looked into the hypnotic emerald eyes and was lost in a world beyond reality.

Hours later, the two men stood watching the evening sky darken. Upon the horizon, they could see Westminster Palace. The majestic glow of its lights gave off a romantic feel, making Draco wrap his arms tighter around Harry's waist. He felt so lucky to be sharing this moment with this man. He sighed in contentment, kissing Harry lightly upon his forehead. Harry looked fondly up at him. Draco bent his head, softly brushing lips with the man.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Harry concluded.

"It is…" Draco said in agreement. "You should see it at Christmas time though. They have a large tree in the middle of the courtyard. Tourists come for miles around just to see it. It's quite lovely."

"Perhaps we can go see it this coming Christmas" Harry said optimistically.

"You really want to be with me after the wedding?" Draco said as the obvious shock filled his eyes.

"Of course I do Dray… what would make you think otherwise?"

"I guess I just thought maybe you'd come to your senses finally." he flashed Harry a sexy smile before going to the bar to pour himself a glass of wine.

Draco sat himself down upon the leather sofa and Harry soon joined him.

He cupped Draco's face in his palms, forcing him to look him directly in the eyes.

"I love you Draco. Nothing about that has changed, so don't think even for a moment that I'm not committed to this relationship." Harry said as he laid soft kisses down his jaw and then pulled him into a loving embrace.

Draco felt incredibly lucky to have this man's love and devotion… way too lucky in fact.