Title: A Waltz of Days
Writer: Silver Sun Chime
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, Hermione/Ron
Warning(s): Homosexual Relationships, Strong Language, Mentions of Rape, and Sensuality
Summary: Four years after the fall of Voldemort, Harry Potter seemingly is living the perfect life. He is to be wed to his long-time crush Cho Chang, and has a large amount of Quidditch contracts in his possession. But when formal archenemy Draco Malfoy shows up at his doorstep battered and bruised, Harry realizes how empty his life is, and how it could improve.
Notes: AH! Oh my god… I am so slow at updating… but now I have like, 21 reviews in total. That's cool. I'm really lazy… gotta work on that. But I've been busy… I've had like eight million summer camps to go to, among other things.
Thank You's: Anya Malfoy – Thanks!!! Dark Fairy – Lol! That's what everyone says about Cho! Harry and Cho did get married. But… you'll just have to keep reading. Sorry, that's totally annoying. But I am annoying… Kimmy – Will Harry stay with Cho or not… I don't know. Well, I do, but then I don't. Does that make sense? It's complicated. Here, I'll give you a hint, I hate Cho. Lol. Mistykasumi - ^__^ Yay! You like 50 Cent AND Eminem! Yay! And don't get me wrong, I like B/D too. Just not in this fic. It's not really part of the master plan… if there is a master plan…. I dunno. And maybe Draco was unconscious. You might want to reread the last part of chapter two cuz I revised it. See, when I was typing the last half of chapter two, I was in a hurry to post it. So I accidentally left some things out. Marie McBride – I love cookies. Don't you? No one else gets a cookie, cuz they aren't adding this story to their favorites. Uh huh. Pity me. I have a severe typing problem. I've got to be hyper active. But I'm not taking anything. Weird. I'm hyper right now. Slytherin-cool – Maybe four years is really long. It does sound ridiculous… now that I think of it. ^^ Cuz, I mean, how could Draco have lived, right? He didn't have anything to eat or Well, trust me, I'll explain later on in the story. One year probably would have worked, but I wanted to make the characters technically adults, so I chose four years! And of course we use cliffhangers, they keep people coming back for more! I Am the Bunny Slave – Thanks! BTW, nice name! Caz-felton-malfoy – Lol
Haifoku – Ah! I'm sorry I confused you! Okay, Draco and Harry got together at the beginning of Harry's summer, before they entered their Fifth year. Harry caught Draco kissing Blaise and broke up with him. And in his sixth year he started going out with Cho. I'm also thinking of making a prequel when I finish this story. There are parts of the story I'm going to explain later on… but I'm also going to edit the second chapter because I don't like it. You like volleyball? COOL! nekO – I'm sorry! Don't do anything drastic! FkdUpAlbinoHo – Love your name, and yes there's another chapter.
Chapter Three: An Interruption in Paradise
"Congratulations Harry!" Ron Weasley cheerfully said, slapping his friend's back. "So, what does it feel like to be married for a week? Feel older? Like you're on a leash? 'Cause, this means no more women other than Cho, right?"
"Well, not exactly like I'm on a leash. It's just a feeling of new responsibility. I've got someone to really love me anyway. I don't need to flirt with anyone else anymore." Harry explained. " I don't want to fuck up or anything. I don't want Cho to leave me. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her. I hate feeling empty inside—I don't want to feel that way ever again." He shifted his face elsewhere from Ron's gaze, overcome with a sudden blast of memories. The emerald-eyed man scanned his best friend's backyard in an attempt to calm his raging thoughts. The once nice and tidy yard was now cluttered with party objects. After everyone left, he knew Hermione was going to have a fit.
"And I don't know what I'd do if Hermione decided to break up with me. I really do love her you know. I'm just glad she doesn't want anything really serious to happen yet, like an engagement. It's a miracle she wants to wait a few more years. I'd die if I were engaged. No more parties, no more flirting with hot chicks, no more anything!"
Harry laughed slightly at his friend's ranting. "You know, you really shouldn't be flirting right now. I haven't really flirted since I got serious with Cho. I love her."
"But here's the part I don't get. Your 20 and yet you've throwing your dating life down the drain for Cho! But, then again, you're always like this. Especially when you were with that damn Malfoy. I was convinced you two were going to spend the rest of your lives together. But now you're with Cho. Shame the cheating bastard isn't here to see how happy you—"
"Ron, please. You know I don't like to talk about… him. So stop. And anyway, he's gone. Dead." Harry tensely cut in. He huffed slightly and rubbed his eyelids with his fingers out of frustration. "And, I love Cho. I don't want to waste my time flirting with a bunch of girls. I've always needed to feel love, you know that." With a hint exasperation Harry concluded the conversation.
"Right, sorry man." Ron said uncomfortably, obviously aware of the sudden tension resting on the conversation. A long silence followed his apology.
"Harry!" The raven-haired man turned in the direction of the voice to see his wife and Hermione heading over towards him. Cho slipped into Harry's embrace with graceful smile on her face. Hermione quickly grasped Ron's hand, and leaned against the redhead gently.
"You know, Ron," Hermione drawled, grinning. "you're going to help me clean up this mess, after the party ends."
Ron's freckled face grew pale. It had been a well-known fact of Harry's that Ron hated to clean. His room at the Burrow had been completely disorganized, and if not for the help of Hermione, he might have never been able to keep his small house pleasant to live in. "But 'Mione! I didn't even suggest we do this! You were all like, 'Why don't we go throw a party for Harry and Cho after their honeymoon!' I knew this was gonna happen! But no, you just ignore me and now your telling me to help clean up?"
Hermione glared deeply at her boyfriend, ending Ron's protests. "Oh, all right!" Ron snorted.
"Aw, is our little Ronny-poo afraid of his girlfriend?" Fred and George chimed in perfect unison, as they joined the rest of the group.
"Well, you've got to admit, women do get pretty scary sometimes." Harry offered, in hopes to defend his friend, but instead earning a smack from Cho and a deadly glare from Hermione.
"That's why men should stick with men." Seamus declared, as one arm wrapped itself around Dean, his boyfriend. Dean chuckled, clearly amused. Together, both gripping drinks, they joined the gang. "At least, that's what I think. Just makes more sense, I mean, what guy actually understands women? None of them!"
Cho glared at Seamus. "I honestly don't understand what's so difficult to get about girls. We are just more emotional. That's it." She objected.
"You're already being honest now, so tell the truth. It's way more complicated then what you just said. Admit it." George annoyingly commented.
"Okay, okay. So maybe we are just a tad bit hard to understand. Basically the only reason is that guys are raised to be sporty and tough, and girls are raised to be in tune with ourselves—meaning our emotions."
"But there are some guys out there who are very emotional." Dean pointed out.
"Like Malfoy, when he was going out with you, Harry." Seamus added. Harry snorted, tuning out of the conversation.
"Speaking of Malfoy," Fred bluntly stated. "I hear that some people saw him at Ollivander's, getting a wand." Harry's head snapped in Fred's direction, surprised to say the least. "You know what I think? I bet those people saw his ghost. But then… why would a ghost buy a wand? Couldn't use it..."
"You know, I heard something like that myself. Didn't Neville tell us that same thing, Dean?" Seamus commented.
"I think so." Dean shortly replied, seeming deep in thought.
"That's ridiculous. It's just a silly rumor. And let's just drop the subject." Hermione sternly said, stealing a quick glance at Harry, trying to end the conversation. Harry cracked a small, hesitant smile, displaying his gratitude.
For the remainder of the day, alcohol and party snacks were consumed, and recollections of their years at Hogwarts were shared. While the event's atmosphere overflowed with jubilance, Harry's mind wandered to the speculation of Draco's rumored appearance. Had he survived? Where was he? Would Harry have the chance to see the blonde's face once more? At the very notion of observing Draco a surge of anxiety spread through his body. He loved Cho with all his heart and soul, but the image of setting his eyes upon Draco's regal features after years of absence concocted a warm, gentle sensation in his chest, confusing him greatly. He'd gotten over Draco long ago… but then why did he feel this way?
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The dusty, outdated grandfather clock struck midnight, emitting a deep, baritone melody throughout the Potter household. Harry, unable to retire for the night, hummed along with the clock. He silently mused over day's occurrences, images of the youngest Malfoy floating through his head. In the middle of a rather amusing thought, a sound filtered through his ears, snapping him back to reality. He twisted his body to see Cho curled up in a half fetal position, wrapped in blankets.
"Nngh…" Cho groaned, turning her concealed body towards Harry.
"Cho?" Harry whispered, staring at what appeared to be Cho experiencing a nightmare.
"C-cedric…" She moaned… shivering slightly. Harry froze, unable to move. She had called her former boyfriend's name. Sudden jealousy shot through Harry with a great intensity. Cho was his wife, not that dead fool! How could she even think about him? His face began to turn a shade of red from anger. But after a rational thought popped into his enraged mind, he calmed. Cedric and Cho had been an item… and he died, abandoning her, just as Draco had abandoned him. How could she not think of Cedric Diggory? His death must haunt her… just like it does me… he thought.
Silence and stillness ensued for quiet some time before Harry leaned toward his nightstand. He swiftly opened a drawer, and grabbed a gleaming object—his necklace. A smile graced his face for a few seconds before sobering. The damn thing hadn't worked ever since Draco vanished into thin air. He gripped it tightly, shutting his eyes gracefully, allowing the soothing nature of the anniversary gift to take affect. So many memories flooded through him. Happy recollections of Harry and Draco loving each other with such tenderness, the raw emotion he had felt for the former Slytherin.
"Draco…" Harry whispered, slightly hoarse due to his reminiscing. " I'm so lost Draco… I don't know what to think anymore…" He bowed his head, unruly raven hair falling delicately in front of his face, concealing a furrowed brow, and troubled eyes.
Peaceful quietness filled the room once more, as Harry slid into the warm covers where his loving wife lay. He noticed that the oriental woman had drifted into a content dream, sleeping like a baby. Smiling with satisfaction and a sense of belonging, his eyes slid shut. He clenched his necklace, still grasped gently in his callused hands, and fell into a serene sleep.
But not before he faintly heard the echo of comforting words slowly pulse from his golden chain. "I'll find you Harry Potter, I swear I will."
A/N: I don't know why their having a party… they just are. OH! I know! It's a Welcome Back from Your Honeymoon Party! Yeah! I sound so smart, don't I? Okay, I feel really guilty about the, what, five month wait (?), so if I get good reviews the next chap will be uploaded sooner! I promise!