Name of FanFiction: Home Sweet Home

Authoress: Casey Katemera

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Harry Potter and co. Otherwise, Sirius would still be alive, and Harry and Draco would be a couple already, along with Ron and Hermione. Everything is © to J.K Rowling. I'm pretty sure I own the Firebolt 1000, though.

Summary: Harry and Draco are officially together, and Ron and Hermione drop a bombshell of their own...

Warning: slash (mxm) nothing more than kissing.


Ron called Harry over to him. "Harry, look at this broom! It's the Firebolt 1000! I didn't think that they were actually going through with making this!" The three best friends were in Diagon Alley in the Christmas holidays of their seventh year.

"Wow..." Harry breathed. It wasn't much better than the Firebolt – nothing could be much better than the Firebolt – but it was the updated version. Like Microsoft XP over Microsoft 2000.

"Ron, we have to go and get our books!" called an irritated Hermione. They'd been standing there admiring the brooms for at least half an hour.

"Aww, 'Mione..." whined Ron.

"Now, Ronald."

"Hey, Hermione, isn't that Draco?" asked Harry, pointing to the familiar head of white-blonde hair heading their way.

"What's Malfoy doing here?" growled Ron.

"Excuse me, Weasley, Hermione, I need to talk to Harry." Draco appeared as smooth and suave as always, but for his silvery eyes. They did not leave Harry's emerald ones for a second.

"What is it, Draco?" Harry asked as the Malfoy heir led him away from his friends.

"Harry, will you go out with me?" Harry blinked, blinked again, and smiled softly, accepting. But before he did, he had to ask something.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Harry, I want to go out with you. I want to be your boyfriend. I want you to be my boyfriend." They had begun this conversation on the last day of the previous term, just after a Potions assessment went wrong and Draco had kissed Harry.

"Demanding, aren't you?" Harry smirked.

"A Malfoy always gets what he wants." Draco smirked right back.

"Draco, you do realise that if we're together, you can't be a Death Eater. You'll have to publicly renounce all ties to the Malfoy family and Voldemort?" Harry had to make sure Draco knew what he was doing.

"Really? I was looking forward to being tortured and abused for the rest of my – probably very short – life." The smirk didn't waver.

"Draco, I'm serious." Harry frowned.

"I thought you were Harry."

"Draco!" Harry was beginning to be a little worried about Draco's mental stability.

"Harry, cracking jokes is how I'm handling this."

"Well, I can give you another way to handle it. Come over here, I don't want anyone stealing my technique." Harry pulled the Slytherin over into the shadow of an antique wares shop.

"Really? Wha – mmm..." The feeling of a warm mouth on his suddenly cut off what Draco had been going to say. His eyes slid closed as he enjoyed the feeling of his new boyfriend exploring his mouth.

"..." Eventually though, he had to get a taste of Harry himself, and switched their positions. Pushing Harry back against the wall, he expelled Harry's tongue from his mouth and followed it back to Harry's mouth with his own.

"That's a good way." Draco murmured after they parted for air.

"I think so too." Harry grinned, his eyes sparkling. He looked thoroughly kissed – lips slightly swollen, hair mussed (more so than usual) and robes a bit of a mess.

"I want to do it again... I don't think I've quite got a grip on it." Draco said, leaning his forehead against Harry's.

"I have no objections."

And with that, they proceeded to kiss each other silly for the next five or six minutes.


"What did Malfoy want at Diagon Alley, Harry? I've been meaning to ask." Hermione frowned as she moved a piece of a muggle chess set. She had challenged Ron to a game, claiming she wanted to see if she was any better this term than last. Harry doubted if she was.

"Oh, just something about the Auror course we both signed up for next summer." This was partly true – Draco and Harry had both signed up for the Auror course after getting 'Outstandings' in pre-N.E.W.Ts at the end of their sixth year.

"He's going to be an Auror? I thought Death Eaters couldn't become one..." said Ron maliciously as he began to formulate his strategy. Harry recognised it as the one Ron used to use to beat him in fourth year.

"He's not a Death Eater, Ron." Harry replied.

"Could have fooled me..." Ron said as Hermione fell into one of his traps, by breaking away from her strategy to capture a bishop.

"Ron, don't judge a book by its cover," Hermione shook her head as she realised her mistake.

"What's Malfoy being an Auror got to do with books, Hermione?" Ron asked, confused.

"It's a muggle saying, Ron."

"Oh." He grinned.

"You two are acting like you're married." Harry chuckled, shaking his head.

"Well... that's not too hard. You see..." Hermione began, lifting her hand so Harry could see the sparkling ring on her finger.

"You got MARRIED?! And I wasn't invited?!" Harry exploded.

"Well, we sort of... eloped," she offered as an explanation.

"What the hell is eloping?" he asked.

"Ran off and did it without family permission or presence," Ron offered, and Harry looked at him, slightly surprised that he knew that.

"Oh. Still... I wouldn't've told anyone." Harry frowned.

"The knowledge would've shone out of your eyes, Harry." Hermione laughed.

"Are you going to have a second ceremony, with family and everything?" he asked after a few minutes. Ron had Hermione in check, so she took the opportunity to lean back and survey her strategy – now in tatters.

"Yeah, in the Christmas holidays. You're invited to that one," she grinned. She moved a pawn into the line of fire, preventing Ron from coming any closer to her king while she remoulded her tactics.

"I should hope so!" he exclaimed.


"Harry, I did it!" Draco grinned, coming to sit on Harry's lap at breakfast before the majority of the students arrived.

"Did what, Drake?" he asked, sliding his arms around his boyfriend's waist.

"I sent Father and Mother an owl, telling them about us!"

"Really? Good. Now we can finally be together openly." Harry sighed inwardly. One more obstacle out of their way.

"And let's start right now." Draco initiated a kiss that drew the attention of the students that were there, as well as a few of the teachers. Dumbledore just pretended not to notice, but Professor McGonagall was offended.

"Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy," she called across the hall, drawing all eyes to them.

"Uh... yes, Professor McGonagall?" Harry asked, a sheepish smiled on his face.

"Public displays of affection – or PDAs as they are more commonly know – are quite out of place at the dinner table."

"Sorry Professor. It's just that... uh... Harry here told me that... ummm..." Draco stumbled for an explanation.

"Yes?" she prompted.

"That we both got into the Auror course next summer, Professor." Harry explained smoothly.

"Ah. Well done, then. No detention this time. Next time I will not be so forgiving." Silently she applauded Harry on his handling of the situation.

"Yes, Professor." Harry caught the undertone.

"Yes, Professor." Echoed Draco.

"I'll see you in Potions, Drake." Harry murmured, and shoved his boyfriend unceremoniously off his lap, turning to order his breakfast from the empty plate.

"Bye." Draco made his way back to the Slytherin table, rubbing his hip where he had landed.

"What was that about, Harry?" asked Hermione, from behind Harry.

"What?" he asked, munching on some toast.

"The first names! The PDA!" Ron exclaimed.

"Oh... I thought I'd told you. Draco's my boyfriend," Harry said nonchalantly, grinning inwardly.

"You... didn't tell us." Ron said in a strangled voice.

"Oh. Sorry! Must have slipped my mind."

"Yes. Uh... Ron? Are you... alright?" asked Hermione haltingly. Ron's face was getting redder and purpler as he forgot to breathe after Harry's bombshell was dropped.

"No," he managed to get out. He had meant to say 'yes'.

"Why?" Hermione prodded as she sat down, pulling her husband with her.

"Why what?" Ron asked, his colour returning to normal slowly.

"Why aren't you OK?" she repeated, exasperated.

"Who said I wasn't OK?"

"You did."

"Oh. Did I say that out loud?" Ron asked, his eyes widening.

"Yes, you did." Hermione giggled, and returned to her food.

"Oops..." he murmured. Harry suddenly stood.

"Bye, guys." He made his way to his first class, different to the Weasleys. He had double Potions. Ron had Care of Magical Creatures. Hermione had History of Magic.