Draco was having a good morning. He had yet to vomit, he had only urinated once instead of the usual twenty, and Ron was singing in the shower. Add in the fact that Ron had yet to mention the concept of therapy in a week, and Draco was getting the urge to actually hum. Well, humming was probably a little extreme, but he did smile while walking down the stairs and into the living room.
"Hey, Malfoy," Harry greeted without cheer from the sofa. Draco paused, taking in the sight of Harry in what could pass as dress robes in a lesser society, sitting in Draco's living room. Draco then proceeded to turn on his heels, rush to the bathroom, and vomit.
When he returned, Harry was still there. "Potter, why are you in my home?"
"Luna and Zabini's rehearsal dinner is today," Harry pointed out. Draco curled his hands into fists, allowing the sting of his nails biting into his palms to keep him from cursing. Harry developed a smirk. "You forgot, didn't you?"
"You, Potter, are delusional," Draco said, snidely. "Of course I knew that the rehearsal dinner was today. I just didn't think you'd be here at daybreak. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to join Ron in the shower."
"That was not an image I needed, Malfoy!" Harry yelled at him as he returned to the second floor.
Draco rubbed at his temple, feeling a headache coming on. He pushed the door open to the bathroom, the sound of the rushing water not as soothing as it normally was. Sighing, Draco kicked off his robe and pants and stepped into the large shower.
He took a moment to admire the sight of Ron standing underneath a spray of water, the liquid curving down defined muscles as Ron's head tilted back to rinse the shampoo from his hair. Draco smiled slightly and reached out to run a hand along Ron's stomach. Ron jumped, nearly slipping on the tile.
"That's not funny," Ron protested when Draco chuckled. Ron pulled him close, their bodies connecting together under the water. "Did you need something or were you just coming to visit me?"
"Actually, your best friend is contaminating my sofa as we speak," Draco replied.
"Better not let Hermione hear you talk about her like that," Ron teased.
"Not her," Draco said, wishing it were she instead of Harry Potter. "It's the other one."
"Oh, right, I forgot he was coming with us to the rehearsal dinner," Ron said. Ron busied himself a moment with getting Draco's hair wet and massaging shampoo into it, before he noticed the expression on Draco's face. "Don't tell me you forgot."
"I did no such thing," Draco snapped.
Okay, so Draco had forgotten. It wasn't like he marked a calendar with these things. Besides, he had a pregnancy to worry about. It was hard enough to remember about a silly little rehearsal dinner when he was too busy packing away the potion ingredients that would become too dangerous to work with as his pregnancy progressed. That left him with a limited supply of items, except for the overabundance of sage. (Draco still couldn't understand how he managed to collect over three pounds of the herb.)
"You would think a rehearsal dinner would be at dinner time," Ron commented absentmindedly.
"No doubt this was due to Luna Lovegood's planning," Draco muttered, before casually licking a line across Ron's right shoulder. Ron shivered slightly and Draco smirked. "Hmm, perhaps we can leave Potter alone for a while. It's been so long since we've tried it in a shower."
"I love the way you think," Ron leered, before reversing their positions so Draco could rinse the shampoo from his hair.
Draco took a moment to enjoy the stream of water running across his skin, before moving forward, pushing Ron backward until his back hit the tile wall. His hands slid up into wet, red hair and he pulled Ron down for a deep kiss, their tongues immediately searching one another out. Ron wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling their bodies even closer. Draco moaned, arching his back and rubbing against the hardness he felt pressed against his lower stomach.
Draco removed one hand from Ron's hand, reaching down to squeeze the curve of Ron's buttocks. Ron whimpered into Draco's mouth, hips thrusting forward. They both began thrusting against one another, pleasure spiking up one another's spines. One of Ron's legs wrapped against Draco's hip, pulling Draco even closer to him.
Panting, Draco moved away from Ron's mouth and began sucking at the soft flesh of his neck, heavy breaths sounding through his nose. Ron's head fell back, giving Draco more room, as a groan escaped him.
The intensity of the moment, as Draco pressed Ron hard against the tile and their hips moved quickly and without rhythm, made sure that they didn't last long. Ron let out a cry, his nails digging into Draco's back. Less than a minute later, Draco was following him into that blissful void. Skin tingling, Draco rested his head on Ron's shoulder and smiled.
"I have the best ideas," Draco said, smugly. Ron chuckled, chest vibrating against Draco's.
"We should get dressed," Ron commented, but he made no move to push Draco away.
Draco sighed, taking a step back, but not before kissing Ron lightly on the lips. "Heaven forbid we leave Potter alone too long."
Ron merely grinned at him, before reaching past him to turn off the shower. They got dressed and, along with Harry, used the floo to arrive at Merewether's in London, the location chosen for the wedding rehearsal dinner and, later, the reception.
The first thing Draco noticed upon entering the reception room was the towering dark figure standing in the corner, sending out waves of total apathy toward any who looked over. Draco did the only thing he could do at that moment: he beamed brightly and sent Severus Snape a little wave. Severus' scowl grew in size and a few people standing near him shuddered without even looking over. Draco had to admit to himself that he truly admired Severus at times like these.
They walked over to the special couple. Blaise had a bored expression on his face, despite how his eyes darted around the room so he didn't miss anything. Luna was speaking with an unknown person, a wide and blissful look on her face. Her wand was tucked behind one ear and Draco wondered if she would ever get over that habit.
"Ron," Luna greeted in a distant, rather wispy tone.
"Hello, Luna," Ron smiled. "You remember Draco?"
"How could I forget?" Luna questioned brightly, though she didn't look over at Draco at all. Draco was perfectly fine with this.
"You were married," Blaise said, "so tell me, just how long is this thing supposed to last?"
"It's customary to serve food before you run everyone off," Draco informed him. Blaise's mouth tightened in displeasure. His eyes once again began to search the crowd. "Looking for someone?"
"I would prefer to not have images of my rehearsal dinner plastered all over the social pages," Blaise stated.
Draco snickered and placed his hand on Ron's shoulder to catch his attention. "I'm going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?"
"No thanks," Ron replied, leaning over to kiss him quickly on the lips.
A small bar had been set up along one wall, with trays of appetizers along the top. A bartender stood behind it, a charming smile on his face as he spoke to Harry, who was leaning forward rather suggestively. Draco rolled his eyes as he made his way over, clearing his throat to catch the bartender's attention.
"Yes," Draco glanced at his nametag, "Steve, I'd like a water."
Steve handed him his water without a word, immediately turning his attention back to Harry, who had made a point to ignore Draco. That suited Draco just fine, who turned away in a swirl of robes and made his way to the other figure hiding in a corner. Unlike Severus, Neville looked as though he was merely biding his time before he announced his presence to the room at large.
"Greeted the happy couple yet?" Draco asked as he leaned against the wall next to the larger man.
Neville gave a bitter snort as a response. Draco raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. They stood there, watching the talking guests in silence. Every once in a while Draco would look over at Severus, until finally he saw someone engaging the man in conversation. Of course it would be Ginny, who was speaking rapidly, hands gesturing in the air. Severus looked like he had just swallowed a lemon, which then turned into a grapefruit as Ginny continued to talk.
"Well, Longbottom, it was a pleasure, but I think I better go save the Potions Master--" Draco cut himself off as Neville suddenly stiffened next to him. "Longbottom?"
"Pardon me, Draco," Neville said pleasantly, despite his gritted teeth.
Draco watched him walk away, heading for a shadowed hallway on the other side of the room. Draco started to ignore this, but then he caught sight of the bar. Eyes widening slightly, a slow grin spread across his lips and Draco hurriedly made his way after Neville. He entered the hallway right behind Neville, who glanced back at him but didn't comment on his appearance. Instead he turned the corner, before coming to a complete halt.
In a small alcove, hidden by shadows, was Harry Potter and Steve the bartender. Harry had the man pressed against the wall, one thigh thrust between the other's legs. They were kissing, rather feverishly, and Harry was making soft noises in the back of his throat. It would have been an attractive sight, if it weren't for the fact that it was Harry.
"My, my, Potter," Draco drawled, watching with satisfaction as the two figures leapt apart. Harry's lips were nearly bright red from their recent activity. Draco glanced at Neville, who was standing far too still and barely breathing. "Perhaps we should by you a dictionary, Potter, so you can learn what the word relationship means."
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry snapped.
"Harry--" Neville cut himself off, taking a deep breath. When he spoke again it was in an emotionless tone that would have done a Malfoy proud. "Potter. I just thought I'd inform you that I'm going over to your flat to collect what little things I might have left there."
"Neville--" Harry began.
"I'll be gone before you get home," Neville coldly informed him. "I'll send what I find of yours at my place via owl by the end of the week."
Harry stepped forward, grabbing Neville's arm before the man could pull away. Harry's eyes were wide; like he couldn't believe what was happening was real. Draco watched, not saying a word, as Harry tried to pull a resisting Neville into an embrace. "I'm sorry, Neville. I'm sorry! Don't do this, please?"
"Let go of me," Neville glared.
A stubborn tension appeared in Harry's jaw. "No."
The two stared at each other, Harry in desperation and Neville in growing anger. Finally, Neville jerked himself out of Harry's grip and shoved the smaller man away. Harry's back hit the wall, but no sound of pain or shock came from Harry's lips.
"Neville," Harry whispered.
"I don't want to ever see you again, Potter," Neville growled. Not saying another word, Neville stormed away, turning the corner without even glancing back.
Draco raised an eyebrow in Harry's direction, ignoring Steve as he slipped away and back to his job. Harry visibly shivered, his head bowed. Draco took in a deep breath and shook his head. "You brought this on yourself, you know."
For once Harry didn't snap back at him. He looked up at Draco, a blank expression on his face, before sighing. "Leave me alone, Malfoy."
"I hope you're happy, Potter, because this is the life you built for yourself, without the help of anyone else." That said, Draco turned on his heal and made his way back to the rehearsal dinner. It was some time before Harry reappeared, his face looking blotchy and red as he slid into his seat at the large table prepared for them all.