Author's Notes: Okay, this part is EXTREMELY sweet! This is the chapter/semi chapter that will have you all running for you tooth brushes. In fact, I'm putting a dental disclaimer in here because it's guaranteed to give you cavities (seriously, it creeps me out that I wrote this).  Personally, I liked the first ending better, because it leaves things to the imagination, and frankly, it's the perfect set up for a sequel "What happens between Draco and Harry now? What was that look/glance sharing about? What will happen with Voldemort? Will Harry's dream prove prophetic, and will he move to change his life (Like in Groundhog day lol)?" Yes, the sequel possibilities are endless, a sequel that I will only write if you REALLY REALLY beg me (though somehow I doubt you will).  In any case, this is sweet, for the lovers of sap and happiness out there (I'm a closet happiness fan, I'll admit it… though isn't that not being so closeted? Ah well, it's parenthetical, it's in the closet. Lol), so enjoy. Again, sorry if spelling sucks.

Disclaimers: The person that owns Harry Potter sure as hell wouldn't do this to it. (Though I'm beginning to think she should. I mean, come on, we all know that Cho wasn't worth the paper she was printed on! She was fan-service!) Anyway, I don't own it, I never will, don't get pissed at me for having a little fun. Oh, and

Some Days

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"Potter? Potter?" The voice called to him from far away, through a fog. "Harry Potter are you in there Potter? Harry?" 

Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived Too Many Times to Count came back to himself with a start.  "Hmm? What?"

Draco Malfoy rolled his eyes and affectionately twirled a strand of black hair between his fingers, "Where were you?" He asked with a shake of his head as he placed a gentle kiss on Harry's forehead, the scar had faded over time, the ultimate symbol of Voldemort's demise.  "I've been trying to get your attention for at least fifteen minutes." 

"Oh. I'm sorry." Harry muttered, snuggling closer to Draco. Life hadn't been the same since his sixth year, it hadn't been even close to normal since Voldemort attacked and upset the delicate balance Hogwarts, and the tentative hold Harry had on happiness.  He was all too sane before and after the attack, but he had suffered misery for too long.  Now that the dust had settled, life was good again, it had been quite a task recovering his academic achievements, but Harry had pulled through and scraped up enough N.E.W.T.s to do anything he wanted.  It wasn't much, he just wanted true happiness, something most people had a difficult time finding. But Harry was always fortunate in his friends, and he had found his happiness relatively early on in life. Happiness in the form of a human being.  Lying here, next to Draco Malfoy, his personal Happiness and polar opposite, and Harry was the most content person on the face of the planet.  Never mind how their acceptance of each other had developed into a physical relationship, when crushing grasps had become gentle hugs, but it had happened, and Harry couldn't be happier. 

"So where were you?"  Draco asked again, shaking Harry's shoulder so he couldn't slip off into oblivion again.

Harry sighed, "I was just… day dreaming."

"You do that too often you know."  Draco said matter-of-factly, "you don't spend nearly enough time in the real world."

"So?" Harry asked rhetorically, "what's the big deal about 'the real world'?"

Draco sighed heavily and rolled his eyes, "You are the most frustrating human being alive! I don't know why I put up with you!"

"Because you love me."

"That is entirely beside the point.  There comes a time in life when you have to live in the real world! You have to work, and be an active member of society – no one can tolerate a day dreamer."

Harry laughed, "If I didn't know better, I would say you were mad at me." He teased, flicking Draco's nose, "You know perfectly well that I'm an 'active member of society' and I only day dream when I think I have time. For you information, I was just thinking about you, appealing to your ego.  Stupid jerk." 

Draco tackled and tickled Harry, their fighting had become somewhat more productive than it had been in the past, though not much.  Harry shrieked and squirmed as Draco's face lit with an unholy, even malicious smile, "Ego!  I'll show you ego you pretentious prat.  You're the one that insists on living in your own fantasy, what? Is this world not good enough for you, have to live in the past?" It was teasing, they both knew it, everything was fun and games because there was nothing left to fight about. 

"Oh!  Stop! Stop I give up, it's too much! Please stop!" Harry gasped out between giggles and shrieks, "You win you win!"

"I always win Potter." Draco said smugly, ceasing his ruthless tickling and gently kissing Harry again.

"Whatever you say Malfoy."