Combined with the feeling of soft, tangled sheets, Harry's breath down his neck, there were wonderful shivers stroking his spine. A moan growled deep down in his throat as Draco tasted the silky skin of his lover. Harry in turn pressed closer to him as the rays of morning filled the medium-sized bedroom. Draco looked over at him gently. "Are you alright?" He asked.

Head of unruly black, Harry nodded slowly as the other man nuzzled his chest. "Yeah. . . it's morning."

"Clever deduction, wanker."

"Wanker? I love your dirty Slytherin talk." His hands found one of Draco's more...sensitive features and another moan escaped that slender white throat. "Bastard."

Playfully, Draco wrestled him onto the sheets and ravaged Harry's mouth until laughter and pleas came from him. A smile played on the lightly colored lips of the blond man, "Who is the bastard now?"

"You."

A pillow was thrown at his face and Harry brushed it aside to drape his arms around Draco's waist. "We should go get Katrina. Get her out of Hermione's hair and all."

Draco said with a long, relaxed sigh, "I suppose we should." After they dressed for the day, the one who answered the Weasley's door was Ron himself, cautiously eyeing their messy appearances. He allowed them passage and pulled Harry aside pointedly. At the confused look from his friend, Ron said lowly, "I need to talk to you a moment."

Frowning, Draco went ahead and Harry turned back to his best friend. "Alright."

Ron began apologetically, "I'm sorry, mate, I didn't-"

"Let me guess, Hermione put you up to this."

"She wants me to but I really am sorry. I didn't know about you both and it was a bit of a shock. I didn't mean to act like such a prat. I didn't have a right."

"You really didn't." Ashamed at that statement, Ron stared down at his shoes. Harry rolled his eyes behind his glasses and placed a hand on his shoulder. "But I can forgive you." Ron smiled widely as they gave each other a friendly, one-armed hug.

Hermione suddenly burst in from the next room, tears on her face and wild with the urge of hugging them. The bespectacled man said knowingly, "Were you eavesdropping?"

She wiped her face, "I wasn't the only one."

Draco and Katrina stepped out from the hallway, looking mildly discomforted. Ron and Draco stiffly gave each other a handshake as a truce.

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Later that day, the Potter family were still located inside the Weasley apartment, drinking coffee and telling stories. Hermione had just finished naming the events that occurred at her wedding when Draco glanced over at Harry, "I don't mean to upset you, love, but...I would like to know what has happened the last seven years. To you both. I think we all do."

Ron and Hermione nodded briskly, Johan playing on the floor inattentively, and Katrina calmly silent on the one-seater. Harry licked his lips nervously before taking in a cleansing breath. "I need a few minutes." He stood up and went straight for the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Legs shaking, he leaned with his back against the shower stall, head in his hands.

This would not be easy.

Letting the back of his skull touch the wall tile, Harry closed his eyes firmly, counting in the breaths he took-

Suddenly, a pair of hands rested on his shoulders and Harry murmured, turning around, " Draco, you-" He stopped dead silent. It wasn't Draco.

Susan Bones stood in front of him, solid, and wearing the navy dress he loved. How it curved to her plump body in all the right places. How he adored the feel of the material when she hugged herself against his body comfortably. Harry breathed, "Su-" She placed an elegant finger on his lips.

"You need to tell them, it will heal you, Harry. You've kept it in for so long, not telling a soul; there were some things you couldn't speak of to me."

He choked, tears running down his face, "It's too hard..."

Susan murmured, carefully touching the side of his face with a single scented palm. So real. So vivid. How could he possibly have been dreaming this? "You only think it is. Look how much you've grown Harry, no one is more stronger than you. When you release your pain, you will believe that."

She lifted his face towards her pretty, blue-eyed gaze. "You can wake up now-"

"-Harry!"

Emerald green eyes flew open. The view of the bathroom ceiling slightly blurry from the tears building. Harry winced as he sat up off the marble floor. Hermione's concerned voice drifted from behind the bathroom door, "It's been more then a few minutes. The door is locked. Are you alright?"

He shouted, "Yeah. I'll be another moment!" Harry looked around at his lonely surroundings. It was just a dream.

She wasn't there... but he felt different.

Stronger somehow.

He could do this.

Harry got to his feet and unlocked the door, stepping back into the front room with the adults on the couches and the children seated on the floor. Harry plopped into a chair by the fireplace to face them. Katrina's face remained solemn until he winked in her direction.

He loved how her face lit up.

Harry folded his hands in his lap. "I'm ready."