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.
Summary: Hermione and Ron ask Harry to do something for them, and Harry and Ron fight. Features Fluffy!Draco.
Warning: slash (mxm) ß nothing more than kissing.
"Draco." Harry murmured hesitantly, while they were sitting in the library studying for the Charms quiz the next period.
"What?" Draco asked, sucking on his quill.
"Nothing." Harry sighed.
Draco waited a moment, then asked; "Harry, are you OK? You've wanted to ask me something for the past hour, I can tell. What is it?"
"It's nothing." Harry exaggerated.
"Well... OK. Just... you know you can tell me anything, right?" Draco frowned.
"I know."
"Alright then. C'me 'ere." Draco held open his arms, and motioned for Harry to come closer.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Potter, get your cute ass over here NOW!" Draco whispered fiercely. Harry jumped.
"I'm coming!" He chuckled. He settled himself on Draco's lap, and Madam Pince cleared her throat, but didn't do anything. Yet. Draco latched his lips onto Harry's sensitive neck-spot and bit it gently. Harry gasped softly.
"Was that a good reason to come?" Draco muttered silkily.
"Uh... I guess. OW! OK, yeah it was!" Harry yelped when Draco whacked him softly on the arm.
"Better."
"Ah hem." A female voice (sounding remarkably like Umbridge) startled the couple.
"Oh, hi Hermione. Hey Ron." Harry grinned sheepishly.
"Hello Harry," smiled Hermione.
"..." Ron didn't say anything – he was in shock from seeing yet another PDA.
"Oh, right. Oops." Harry slid off Draco's lap, earning him a disgruntled glare from Draco.
"Hey!"
"What?" Harry resisted the urge to laugh at the expression on his boyfriend's face.
"Get back here!" Harry glanced at Hermione, and when he saw she was motioning for him to come over and talk to him, he sighed.
"I will in a minute, I've gotta talk to the Weasleys."
"And Granger." Draco added.
"No, just the Weasleys." Draco's eyes bugged out at Harry's answer.
"Then why is...? Oh! Good one." He laughed it off, thinking Harry meant it as a joke.
"I'm serious!" Harry chuckled.
"You mean they...?"
"Yep," he affirmed.
"I wonder if we...?" Draco let the sentence trail off, open to the imagination.
"Maybe. I'll ask Dumbledore." Harry said as he began to move towards Hermione and Ron Weasley.
"Can't you do anything without him?" asked Draco, exasperated.
"I just want his advice. Now, I've really gotta go and talk to them." Harry emphasized.
"OK."
"What do you want, guys?" Harry asked the married couple as he neared them.
"Well, you know how Ron and I tied the knot, right?" Hermione jumped right into it.
"Yeah..."
"Well, we – OK, I – want you to help us in decorating the rooms Dumbledore gave us." Harry grinned at the 'us'. He wondered how many beds they were getting in.
"Really? Neat. I'll do it," Harry agreed.
"Without Malfoy, Harry." Ron put emphasis on the 'out'.
"Umm... OK, I'll see what I can do." Harry frowned at the malice in Ron's voice as he said the name of his best friend's boyfriend.
"You know, Harry, sometimes it feels as though you spend more time with him than you do us nowadays." Ron continued.
"That's not my fault! After you two got together, I got sick of being left out!" Harry exclaimed. Thankfully they were just outside of Madam Pince's domain in the library, and were allowed to speak a little louder than normal.
"Left out? We never left you out!" cried Ron.
"Oh really? Pairing up in Potions. Going to Hogsmeade. DA meetings. Walking to breakfast. Walking to classes." Harry counted off examples on his fingers until Ron stopped him with his hands.
"I get the point! Maybe we did leave you out a bit, but we were getting married, Harry! We need to have a bit of time together!" Ron looked slightly offended at the revelation Harry had made.
"Well sor-ee! I was just saying that that was why I started to spend less time with you and more time with my boyfriend. I was sick of you two snuggling!" Harry shouted, then his eyes widened as he realised what he had said. Too late now, he thought.
"Just don't come crying to us when he dumps you." Ron spat.
"Fine." Harry spun and stalked back into the library to Draco.
"Fine." Ron called after him, always needing to have the last word.
"Harry. Ron. CUT IT OUT!" Hermione growled as she tugged Harry back towards her and Ron.
"Sorry Hermione." Harry muttered.
"Sorry Hermione," Ron echoed.
"I'm going back to my boyfriend." Harry snarled, and left.
"You do that," yelled Ron.
"I hate it when Ron gets all huffy because I'm with you." Harry whispered to Draco, sounding defeated.
"Well it's his problem. If he can't see what a great person you are, and how hot we look together, and get over the fact that I'm a Malfoy, then maybe he's not such a great friend." Draco pointed out, his head stuck in a book.
"It's not that... he just can't accept that you're working for Dumbledore, like Snape." Harry sighed.
"Oh that. Well, it was a bit of a sudden change, wasn't it? I suppose I can forgive him for that." Draco murmured, leaving Harry wondering if this really was his Slytherin boyfriend.
"I'm not sure I can," he admitted.
"Harry, he's been your best friend almost since the moment you set foot on the Hogwarts Express –"Harry cut Draco off.
"And until I arrived at Hogwarts and met everyone here, my only friend ever."
"Really? Geez, Harry... you must have had a really shitty childhood." Draco sounded sorry, and slid his arm around the Gryffindor's waist.
"You can say that again..." Harry mumbled, and turned so his face was hidden in the crook of Draco's neck.
"I... love you, Harry," whispered Draco. It was the first time he'd said that – Harry lifted his head to look into Draco's eyes.
"Love you too, Drake," he smiled when he saw that Draco meant it.
"You've got me now." Draco hugged Harry tightly.
"I know."
"What's that tone of voice supposed to mean?" Draco asked playfully.
"I was joking, Draco!" Harry grinned.
"Well, it wasn't very funny..." Draco pouted.
"I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted." Draco smiled sunnily, the brilliance almost blinding Harry.
"Smoochy!" he laughed, and the two packed away their books and headed to Charms, arm in arm.
"Love ya." Harry murmured.
"Love you more!" Draco grinned.
"Nuh-uh."
"Yuh-huh."
"Nuh-uh."
"Yuh-huh."
"Awww, how cute is that! Can I take your photo?" Ginny Weasley popped up behind them just as they were about to enter the classroom, and showed them her camera.
"Sure, Ginny. It's OK with you, isn't it Drake?" asked Harry.
"Sure, go ahead." They posed in the doorway, Draco with his arms around Harry's waist and his chin on the Gryffindor's shoulder.
"Say Harry Malfoy and Draco Potter!" she giggled.
"What?!" they laughed, and to this day, you can find that photo in the Weasley family photo album. Ginny treasures it beyond almost anything else in her possession.
