Draco Malfoy and His Happily Ever After:
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate which I recommend that you read before starting this. This is a Harry/Draco story. If you have any questions about the story or you just want to discuss something in it e-mail me. I'm always eager to hear what people think. There are two different scenes here, but since they were so short I just sort of threw them together. Enjoy.
Warnings for this chapter: Language.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for the time being. This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy.
A sliver of light from the hallway fell over Draco's closed eyelids, drawing him from sleep. The Slytherin sat up groggily, suddenly realizing he was naked and in bed with an equally naked Boy Who Lived. "I just wanted to go over the rules one last time befo-" Petunia stopped mid-word, shocked into silence to see her sleeping nephew and his lover in bed together, their limbs intertwined and their hair mussed.
Draco looked up and his expression became hard. "Yes?"
"You-!"
"Were sleeping before you so rudely interrupted me." Draco finished for her since she seemed unable to do it herself. "So what are the rules again?" He prompted, noting how flustered the house wife was. The covers were rucked up around his waist exposing his bare chest and Harry had instinctively curled around him, one arm dangling over his waist. There was no question that their relationship was more than a platonic one.
She began reciting them distractedly, her hand pressed to her throat in shock. Her voice was a strangled croak. "No visitors, no magic, no going outside, and you have to listen to Dudley and act normal. Why on earth aren't you dressed?!" She finally found the presence of mind to ask, though Draco could have done without such a shrill query so early in the morning. It was barely five.
"Because I went to bed this way. And I advise you keep this development to yourself."
"You! You - corrupted him with your freakish ways! How dare you do this under our roof!"
Draco found his temper snapping and when he looked her in the eye she must have seen some trace of Lucius Malfoy in the cold, unforgiving gaze he pinned her with because she took two steps back and paled considerably. "How dare you insinuate that I'm a bad influence when it's a wonder Harry even managed to stay sane after his childhood with you? Locking him in a cupboard? Letting your son beat up on him constantly? Practically starving him?! I'm sure your sister would have been so very proud." He said scathingly and Petunia flinched, though he wasn't sure if it was from his tone of voice or the mention of Lily Potter. "If this is the way you treat your flesh and blood it's a wonder you haven't killed me yet. Get out. Now! And keep your fucking mouth shut or I'll hex you into oblivion, you stupid bint." He felt satisfaction at managing some bit of revenge for Harry, no matter how small.
Petunia swiftly turned around, practically fleeing the room. "And have a nice time on your cruise." Draco added with a smirk, watching her shut the door behind her with a bang. Stupid muggle.
Harry shifted in his sleep, mumbling something inaudible. Draco, smirking to himself, settled down with his head on Harry's chest and pulled the covers up to his chin. It was warm and cozy and before he knew it he had fallen asleep once more.
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Piers Polkiss arrived at #4 Privet Drive around noon, loaded down with a few presents for Dudley as well as a large box that Dudley had called a 'cooler'. The two muggle boys quickly retreated to Dudley's room to play those weird games of his, leaving the rest of the house to Harry and Draco. The fridge was well stocked in Petunia and Vernon's absence and Harry was eager to take advantage of it. He was making them both bologna sandwiches, puttering around the kitchen happily for once.
That morning Grindylow had returned with a response from Dumbledore and somehow the letter had managed to cheer Harry up considerably. Of course, if Draco left him alone for any long amount of time he began brooding, but it was to be expected. Harry didn't offer any information about his vision and Draco didn't ask. He didn't particularly want to know who had been killed by the Dark Lord recently and Harry, he was sure, didn't need to dwell on it any more than he was already.
However, in the warm light of day curse scars and Dark Lords were a distant thing. It was summer after all and even the memory of nightmares wasn't enough to keep Harry's spirits down for long. Draco had perched on the counter, swinging his legs back and forth as his boyfriend welded a butter knife with alacrity. Distant clangs and whistles drifted down from Dudley's room, but by now he was use to them. "So, we have all day to ourselves without your aunt and uncle breathing down our necks. Whatever shall we do?" He asked, arching one eyebrow and giving Harry a long, intense half-lidded stare that eloquently communicated exactly what he wanted to do.
Harry grinned a little, becoming more used the fact Draco welded innuendo like a weapon and welded it often. "Don't even think about it." But he looked up at the Slytherin from underneath his sooty eyelashes flirtatiously in a way that was by no means discouraging.
Draco eyed the butter knife, but smiled back anyway, letting his tongue run along his teeth suggestively for a moment. "What? You don't want my gorgeous body?"
"That's not the point."
"What is the point then?" Draco asked skeptically. "We're teenage boys - sex is always the point."
Harry laughed at him, but disagreed. "The point is, I don't want to have sex in the middle of the afternoon when Piers Polkiss and Dudley are one door down and are probably going to stumble in at just the wrong moment. I mean, do you really want to see Dudley's face when we're going at it?"
Draco had to admit he did, indeed, have a point that was not sex.
To Be Continued…
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