Draco Malfoy and His Happily Ever After:
Author's Notes: This is the sequel to Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate which I strongly 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.
Warnings for this chapter: Language. Smut.
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.
As soon as Petunia and Vernon returned from the trip they remarked on how clean the house looked. Of course, without the help of a certain house elf it would have looked like an utter wreck thanks to Dudley's party, but since Harry would have been the one to get in trouble Draco had owled the former Malfoy house elf and asked for aid. Dobby had been deeply grateful to be asked for help and had even gone so far as to make them breakfast. It had been nice. Draco had been quite happy with it, though Harry had been a bit unsettled at Dobby's enthusiasm.
Then the Dursleys promptly moved Draco into the guest bedroom, because even though Petunia didn't want it contaminated by a wizard, she also didn't want her nephew having hot, sweaty gay sex in his room either. Draco finally submitted to their demands just to get Vernon Dursley to stop bellowing at everyone and discovered that the guest room, aside from being a bit dusty, wasn't all that bad.
Dudley had learned they were a couple during the ensuing ruckus and had taken to calling his cousin a shirt lifter as well as a few other choice names. Until Draco transfigured him into a pig for two hours, that is. After that, he studiously avoided them both and Petunia and Vernon wisely kept their own opinions about Harry's sexual preferences strictly to themselves.
The week went by fairly quickly in all honesty. The only interesting thing to have happened was that Draco and Harry exchanged furtive blow jobs in the shower, but when they tumbled outside the bathroom together in towels with conspicuously swollen lips they were frog marched to their respective bedrooms and Harry received an hour long lecture that he proceeded to ignore.
The did manage to complete all of their summer homework however, which was probably the only positive thing to have come from being separated and free from distraction. When Sunday of the second week finally rolled around Draco was overjoyed to hear the doorbell being rung in a serious of ding-dongs that sounded suspiciously like an actual tune.
He made his way towards the door and found Harry grinning from ear to ear from where Sirius was attempting to hug the life out of him on the doorstep. "Ah, I see the family reunion is under way. It's about time you got here. Do you realize these people are insane?"
Sirius laughed. "Yeah, but it couldn't be helped. Go and get your things, boys. Remus' should be here shortly with the portkey. Then we're going home."
Harry laughed joyously and scampred up the hallway, followed quickly by Draco. It took only moments for them to pack up their belongings and drag them downstairs, they were that eager. "What's going on here?" Vernon Durlsey demanded, shuffling in from the kitchen with a dark scowl. "You! You're here to them pick up, finally? Good riddance I say! I can't wait to have them gone!"
"The feeling is mutual, Durlsey." Draco sneered nastily, pulling his school trunk past the muggle.
Sirius hid his laughter with a cough. "Well, I more than happy to take them off your hands. Ready to go, guys?"
Harry handed Draco the cage that held his owl and made sure Hedwig was settled. Then he turned to his godfather with a bright smile. "Yep! We're all set!"
"Okay, then. Follow me." The trundled after the ex-convict, after a few handy levitation charms were cast to help them with their luggage. "Here we are. Moony should be apparating here any second now." They were standing in the Durlsey's back yard, free from prying eyes. "Any second, Moony." Sirius repeated, tapping his foot impatiently. Then he turned to the two boys with a smile. "So, how'd the two weeks go?"
"They were alright. Not very fun."
"It was horrid!" Draco chimed in. "The only good thing about the whole sodding place was Harry. And possibly the fact I got to hex his relatives when they misbehaved." He added, smiling to himself at the memory of Dudley running around the house in pig-form while Petunia bawled in the living room and Vernon chased his son around the house. Harry snickered, obviously on the same wave-length.
"It could have been worse, though." Harry chided him, shifting so that he could pet Hedwig through the bars of her cage.
Before Sirius could reply their was a loud popping sound and Remus Lupin appeared several feet away. "Sorry about that, lads. There were some technical difficulties for a moment there. Here we are, a one way portkey straight to Black Cottage. It should kick in any moment now."
They all shuffled forward to place their hands on the broken wristwatch, huddling together while the Dursley family peered out at them curiously from their back window. Harry turned to look at them, waving goodbye with a wry grin, and the curtain was shut quickly.
Draco sighed in irritation. "When is this stupid piece of junk going to-" And then there was a slight tug right behind his navel and the world blurred for a moment.
"Start working." He finished as they all landed outside again. Harry, unused to magical means of transportation, stumbled right into Lupin who helped him right himself with a indulgent smile.
"Alright there everyone?"
"Yes, I think we're all accounted for." Sirius said cheerily. "Come along now, hurry up!" He said, herding everyone towards the little cottage on the hill. There was green as far as the eye could see, covering rolling, jutting hills and there were even sheep on one distant hillside. The landscape was breathtaking, with fog coming in from the north and a low stone wall running off into the distance, presumably marking out which part of the land belonged to Sirius as well as setting boundaries for the numerous wards.
"Here, let me help." Lupin offered, taking both owl cages and leading the way. Sirius had transformed into a large, black dog and was bounding back and forth merrily, barking at every little thing. Harry's grin was still as wide as it had been when he'd answered the door only minutes ago. Draco couldn't help but smile at his boyish enthusiasm.
"Wow." The Gryffindor murmured, craning his neck to look all around. "Wow. This is wonderful! Where are we?"
"Wales. The exact location is a Ministry secret, actually. It's Unplottable though, I can tell you that." The werewolf said with a wink. "And here we are. Careful, Padfoot. You don't want to knock Harry down, do you?"
"Course not." He said cheerfully, having morphed back into a man. "Do you have the keys, Moony?"
"No, you should have them."
"Oh, right. Silly me." The ex-convict fished around in his pocket and came up with a set of keys that he used to unlock the front door. "Come in. It has two bedrooms, one bathroom, a study, a living room, and a kitchen. There's a shed out back too. It's modest, but I like it."
"It's bloody brilliant!" Harry exclaimed, dumping his belongings next to the door. Professor Lupin stepped around his things and let Draco in, shutting the door behind them all.
"You'll have to share a room with Draco. I didn't realize we'd have a guest when I bought it. Sorry boys. Think you can deal?"
Draco smirked, but kept his comments to himself when Harry stepped on his foot in warning. "Of course, Sirius. It's no trouble at all, really."
"Good! I got you bunk beds. I thought you might like them and it saves space for the dresser." Sirius confessed, helping them gather and cart their things to the designated room.
"I've got the top bunk!" Draco called, lugging his trunk through the house.
"Hey!" The hallway was unbearably crowded for a moment while all four males sorted themselves out. Eventually, the two trunks were set against the wall and everyone was inside the room to get a look at it. It was rather nice. It was larger than Harry's old room and it had a bookshelf under the window across from the door and a dresser on the wall across from the bunkbeds. "Why should you get the top bunk?" Harry finally asked, flopping down on the bottom bed sulkily.
"Because, knowing you, you'll probably fall off and split your stupid scarred head right open. You really want to sleep that high up?" Harry, obviously recollecting his nightmares and the way he tended to thrash around during them, winced slightly.
"I guess you have a point."
"Not to mention I called it first." Draco said smugly, climbing halfway up the ladder on the end to peer at his bed. He jumped back down and smiled at them all. "It's great, Sirius. What about you and Professor Lupin?" He asked innocently, amused by the swift exchange of glances between the two men.
"Er, well." Sirius stuttered nervously. Harry appeared to be oblivious to the undertones of the conversation, though the Slytherin suspected it was more of a convenient cover than actual obtuseness.
"You can call me Remus, Draco. And it's fine. The bed is a fairly big one and we're both too old to sleep out on the couch." The werewolf said kindly, taking one last look around the house. "Well, now that we've got that settled, who's up for dinner?"
"Me!" Harry shouted, his godfather's own shout only moments behind.
"ME!"
"Honestly, what are you, children?" Draco asked, before breaking out into a grin. "I'd like some too, if you wouldn't mind."
"That's quite alright. Of course, a little help would be nice."
"I'm afraid I've got potions work to do." Draco said swiftly, turning to open his school trunk and appear to become absorbed in searching for his books.
"Er. And I'm um - helping." Harry added, though it was obviously a lie. Lupin let him get away with it and turned to Black with raised eyebrows.
"I guess it's just you and me then."
"But, Moooony!" The Marauder whined, dogging Remus' heels as they exited the boys' room. "I don't know anything about cooking."
"You can chop lettuce, can't you?"
"Maybe. Or maybe I'll end up cutting myself and bleeding to death." Their voices grew muffled as they made their way into the kitchen and Draco abandoned his supposed search to grin at Harry.
"So what do you think?"
"I think this is going to be great!" Harry exclaimed, leaning forward to kiss Draco deeply. The Slytherin found himself being pushed against the wall while the other boy ravished his mouth and he took just a moment to discover that he agreed heartily with Harry's sentiments. Harry reached around to grab Draco's arse as they kissed, pulling the Slytherin against his body while their tongues slid slickly against one another in the confines of Draco's mouth.
The rest of the summer was definitely going to be great.
To Be Continued…
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