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: Harry and Ron make up, and Harry helps them to decorate. Then Harry and Draco go and see Dumbledore. Features Blunt!Dumbledore and Girly!Hermione.
Warning: slash (mxm) nothing more than kissing.
"Go on, Harry. You've got to make it up with him." Draco Malfoy gave his boyfriend a little push.
"I know... wish me luck." Harry sighed.
"Luck. Love you." Draco pecked him on the lips as a sign of encouragement.
"You too." Harry answered.
"..." Draco watched as Harry walked over to Ron, rehearsing what he was going to say.
"Hey, Ron," he said casually.
"What do you want?" growled the redhead.
"I want to say that I'm sorry for what I said yesterday," Harry drooped his head.
"Which part?" asked Ron maliciously.
"That part where I said I was sick of you two." Harry whispered.
"Well... apology accepted. But only if you'll accept my apology." Ron relented. Harry looked up in surprise.
"For what?"
"Leaving you out in the first place." Ron grinned awkwardly.
"I won't accept that apology –"Ron cut Harry off.
"Why not?!" he exclaimed, his face stormy.
"Because there's nothing to apologise about! I understand that you two need time alone." Harry chuckled.
"Cool. Are you still going to help us with the redecorating?" Ron asked hopefully.
"If you want me to." Harry said.
"Do I! I've got no sense when it comes to decorating. I need you, mate." Ron laughed, slinging his arm around Harry's shoulders.
"Aww... I'm touched!" Harry pretended to wipe and imaginary tear from his eye.
"Touched in the head." Ron shot back.
"Oi!" Harry called, and chased after his reinstated best friend as they raced through the castle. Draco watched them go, then headed back to his common room to deal with Pansy and her inquisitive questions.
"Should the bedspread be this colour or this colour?" Hermione said, showing Ron two pieces of red cloth, seemingly alike.
"They look the same to me, 'Mione."
"Harry, do you see the difference?" asked Hermione, finally giving up with Ron and colours.
"Hermione, I'm gay. Of course I see the difference!" Harry laughed.
"Then which colour do you reckon?" she persisted.
"The darker one," he decided after careful examination.
"Really? I liked the lighter one more..." Hermione trailed off.
"Then why'd you ask for my opinion?" Harry asked, exasperated.
"I wanted to see what you thought," she smiled.
"But you weren't going to take my advice."
"I would have if you'd suggested the lighter one," she said sheepishly.
"Hermione," laughed Harry.
"What? I'm a teenage girl – I thrive on difficulty and disagreement."
"Psh, yeah right," sniggered Ron.
"You stay out of it, Ron," she said, mock-angrily.
"Don't fight," said Harry, separating.
"Why not?" asked Hermione.
"Because you're married," Harry offered as a meagre explanation.
"That's a reason to fight, Harry-dear." Hermione patronised.
"Don't call me that." Harry snickered.
"Why not?" she asked again.
"You sound like Mrs. Weasley," he laughed, then stopped as Hermione pointed something out.
"Harry, I am Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh dear Merlin!" he exclaimed, realising it was true. He fell back on the unclothed bed.
"I like the sound of that... Hermione Weasley. Has a nice ring to it," Hermione said wistfully.
"You've been Mrs. Weasley for months, and you only just realised that now?" asked Ron.
"Sad, isn't it?" Harry turned to Ron.
"Say... did you guys have a honeymoon?" he asked.
"None of your business, Harry," said Hermione prudishly.
"HA! Ron, you have to tell me about it," he laughed.
"I already did, mate. On the train." Ron stared at him, confused.
"But I was asleep on the train," Harry retorted.
"You were? Since when did you sleep with your eyes open?" Ron asked.
"Since... I don't know... sometime this summer, I think," he laughed.
"Listen guys, I've gotta go. I'm meeting Professor Dumbledore and Draco for a quick talk about our relationship," he said a few minutes later, making a face.
"Should be fun." Hermione commented, folding sheets.
"You bet. Don't stay up!" he called as he headed out the portrait hole to their rooms.
"We won't," chortled Ron.
"See ya," shouted Hermione.
"Bye."
"Ah, Mister Malfoy. Thank you for joining us." Dumbledore steepled his fingers in that well-known way as Draco entered his office. Harry was already there and waiting, and he stood to embrace Draco.
"Hi Drake."
"Hi Harry, Professor." Draco greeted them warmly. Very different from the Draco of the past six years, Dumbledore noted.
"Let's just jump right in, shall we?" he asked.
"Sounds good," agreed the couple.
"How far has this relationship gone in physical terms?" the Headmaster asked, true to his word of jumping right in.
"Whoa, when you say jump right in, your really mean jump right in, huh? Umm..." Harry stumbled for the words.
"Snogging in armchairs, that sort of thing, Professor." Draco finished.
"So nothing below the waist yet?" he asked.
"Not that I remember," thought Draco.
"Nope," established Harry.
"Alright. Draco, I am approving your request to join the Order next summer, as well as Harry's, Mister Weasley's, and Miss Gran– ah, Mrs Weasley's." Dumbledore waited, as if he knew Harry wanted to ask something else.
"Professor..." Harry began.
"Yes, Harry?"
"Um, Draco and I were wondering if you would allow us to share chambers somewhere in the castle as well..." he asked, hesitantly.
"If both of you are truly that serious about your relationship, I don't see why not." Dumbledore granted.
"Thank you, Professor!" Harry exclaimed. He hadn't expected it to be that easy.
"Thank you," repeated Draco.
"You may go. I will notify you when your rooms will be ready – as you must already know, you are allowed to decorate them any way you choose." Dumbledore smiled.
"Great! Thank you again, Professor Dumbledore, sir." Harry grinned as he pulled Draco out of the room for a few kisses before dinner.
"You're welcome, Harry." Dumbledore sighed.
I've decided that this will be a collection of short-stories, all revolving around Harry and Draco's personal life: like their first fight, their first 'time', their coming out to the school etc. When I find the inspiration for each chapter, I'll write it.
Next chapter is the moving in together - probably the 'first time' chapter as well. I'll have a link to the lemon once I get up the courage to try and write it, lol.
Sorry I kept you all waiting for this one - I completely forgot I had it sitting here! LOL. Anyway;
... warning, shameless story-plug coming up ...
Go and check out my 'new' story, 'The Story of SallyAnne Perks'. I got tired of wondering what happened to her and decided to write a oneshot. It isn't very long, a couple of chapters per year (it only goes up to fifth year), and the story is told by someone quite unexpected!
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