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A/N: This chapter isn't one of my favorites, but it's written so now I can move on!Thanks for the reviews, follows and favorites! :)
Chapter 28
A week later, Harry had not heard from any of the Weasleys, except for another brief visit from Hermione and a Howler from Molly that Harry had locked in a closet and put a Silencing Charm on before it exploded so he didn't have to hear it. Harry had considered writing to the elder Weasleys or Ron to try and smooth things over, but he had decided it against it. Draco had encouraged him to give it some time as well, and it was hard for Harry to ignore the other man's advice, particularly when the advice was whispered in his ear, Draco's sinful mouth nibbling at his earlobe in the process.
Currently, Harry was sitting at the desk in Draco's bedroom, composing a letter to Albus. He had promised to keep his son updated, and now seemed as good a time as any. Draco was out at some business meeting. Harry had taken some time off of work to adjust to everything and if he was honest, to avoid Ron.
Harry sighed in frustration and looked down at his letter. He didn't know what to say to his son. He knew that Al and Scorpius were both very curious about what was going on with Draco and him, but he didn't know what to say. Everytime he started writing about the relationship, he ended up gushing. As much as his son was happy for him, Harry was very certain that he didn't want to hear too much about his love life. In addition, he wasn't sure exactly what to call their relationship. They hadn't had a discussion about where things were going, and he wasn't divorced yet. If Harry was completely frank, he was a little concerned about labelling it. He definitely wanted to have Draco all to himself, but he had his reservations. For one, Harry had been married for practically his entire adult life, and he had no idea how to date anymore. For two, his marriage had just ended, and part of him was worried that it was too soon to get involved with someone. And finally, it was starting to sinking in that if Draco and he were to officially become a couple, Harry would have a boyfriend. Just thinking the word made his heart beat faster in both excitement and anxiety.
Harry was shaken out of his thoughts by the tapping of a beak on the window. He looked up and was surprised to see Puff zipping around excitedly. Harry shook his head in amusement and opened the window to let the little bird in. He grabbed the letter off of his leg and patted the enthusiastic bird on the head. He gave him a treat and unrolled the letter.
Hi Harry,
Hope things are going well. I'm writing you to let you know that I have set up a meeting with my solicitor tomorrow at 3pm at our house to discuss the terms of the divorce. If all goes well, we can have the papers signed by the end of the week. I hope you don't mind my setting this up. I just think it's for the best that we get this over with and move on.
See you soon,
Ginny
Harry scribbled a quick note to let Ginny know that he would be there and as he scribbled he realized his handwriting was worse than normal. That is when he realized his hand was shaking. He knew this was for the best, but it had suddenly hit him how real everything was. By the end of the week he would be divorced. He thought he would be a little more excited, but instead he just felt a little numb. He attached the note to Puff's leg,, sent the bird on his way, and then shuffled his way to the bed. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling, not quite sure what to do with himself.
Some indeterminate amount of time later, Harry heard Draco making his way up the stairs, his footsteps getting louder as he approached the bedroom. "Harry?" he called gently from the doorway. "Everything okay?"
Harry turned his head to look at the other man and shrugged. Draco frowned in concern, slipped off his shoes, and slid into bed next to Harry, pulling the other man closer to him until his head was resting on Draco's chest. Draco stroked Harry's back in silence, simply enjoying the feel of the other man in his arms. After a few more moments of silence, Harry finally spoke up. "I'm meeting with Ginny and her solicitor tomorrow to talk about the…divorce," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
Harry felt Draco stiffen slightly underneath his head, but the hand rubbing Harry's back didn't falter. "You want the divorce, but everything suddenly seems so real. You thought you'd be happy, but you're not and it's confusing and overwhelming and a bit scary," Draco said evenly.
Harry snapped his head up to look at Draco in surprise. "How did you know? I haven't been able to wrap my head around what I'm feeling, but you just hit the nail on the head!" Harry exclaimed in shock.
Draco smiled cryptically and brushed some of the hair out of Harry's eyes. "I know exactly how you're feeling. It's the same way that I felt when I was in the middle of my divorce," he explained. "Once the papers were signed, and I had a day or two to adjust the relief set in."
Harry sighed contentedly, feeling instantly better that Draco understood him. "And you didn't have a sexy man to comfort you after the papers were signed. I'll be back to my old self in no time." Harry felt Draco tense once again, much more noticeably than the first time. "What?"
"Well," Draco began with a sheepish look.
Harry peeked up at the man above him curiously, and then it clicked. "You did have a sexy man to comfort you…" he said, attempting to keep the emotion out of his voice. He had no right to care, and yet he felt his heart sink.
Draco nodded curtly. "Let me tell you about him," he suggested with a playful smirk.
"I don't think that's necessary."
Draco's smirk widened. "I think it is."
Harry huffed. "Fine, if you must."
"His name was Harold, he had dark, brown hair and bright, green eyes," Draco informed him, his smirk turning into a smile.
Harry couldn't help it. He burst out laughing. "You're lying." Draco shook his head. "You've really got it bad, don't you?" Harry teased.
Draco's smile widened as he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I think I might," he agreed and pulled Harry down for a playful kiss.
Harry's eyes darkened as he looked up at the gorgeous man with whom he was entangled. "I think we might be on the same page," he murmured against Draco's lips.
Draco pulled him into a hug. "What do you say we take your mind off everything and go get some dinner?" he suggested.
As if on cue, Harry's stomach growled, causing the dark haired man to flush in embarrassment. "Works for me," he said with a shrug.
Draco chuckled and slid off the bed. "Well then, put on something nice. I'm taking you out on the town."
"Oh yeah?" Harry asked nonchalantly, his heart speeding up in apprehension. He wasn't sure he was ready for the public's opinion yet.
"Yes. There's this place in Muggle London that is to die for, and there's very little chance of running into anyone we don't wish to see."
Harry felt himself relax, happy that Draco had thought of everything.
