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Chapter Fifty-Nine

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~September~

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By the end of the week , Madame Pomphrey had determined that Harry was well enough to return home. Remus and Sirius had gathered all their belongings from the B&B in Hogsmeade and made arrangements for their return to London. Each evening Harry asked to take a small walk into the Forbidden Forest; at first people were confused as to why, or whether it was a good idea due to what happened in the final battle. Eventually, it was agreed that he could go as long as he had one or two people escorting him. As Remus was still weak from the full moon, he usually had Draco or Sirius with him, sometimes both.

On his final walk, he and Sirius had left Draco in Remus' company -he really had no stomach for the forest. It was early afternoon, though the tall trees obscured most of the sunlight from above. Sirius had to wonder why Harry continued to walk the same path over the last couple of days, but he steered them toward other topics, keeping the conversation light.

The twigs and leaves crunched underfoot and the far-off noises of hooves beating into the ground echoed dimly through the air.

"So, what is the reason you keep walking this route?" Sirius eventually asked after they'd been walking for the better part of an hour. His legs were starting to protest a little, damn his age!

"M'looking for something," Harry murmured with a shrug, his eyes never leaving the ground.

"And you just happened to leave it casually in the forest?"

"I dropped it."

Sirius quirked an eyebrow, "Are you going to tell me what it is?"

"If I find it then -Oh, I think this is it."

Looking around, Sirius noted that they were stood in a small clearing. The tree roots swelled in a bowl around them, the knotted banks dark and making Sirius' skin crawl. The last thing he needed were any acromantulas swarming from behind. In all his years roaming the forest, even as a dog, there were some areas and creatures that they had all desperately tried to avoid. Not to mention, James had been terrified of even the little spiders that had been in the dorms bathroom.

The sweeping of leaves and scraping of twigs drew Sirius back to the present; Harry was crouched on the floor and was probing at the earth. Crouching down, Sirius began to mirror Harry's movements, not knowing what he was meant to be looking for.

"Come on, come on, come on …"

"If you tell me what you're looking for, I can help."

"I wanted the resurrection stone," he sighed, sitting back on his haunches and frowning down at the floor.

"You're positive it's in this clearing?"

"Definitely."

"Then try 'accio'," Sirius suggested. "The spell only works if you know the destination the desired object is."

"I guess it's worth a try," Harry sighed, drawing out his wand. Drawing in a deep breath he cast, "Accio Resurrection Stone!"

A small trail, like that of a snake suddenly working its way through the blanket of leaves rose up. Out of the end, shot a small, gleaming stone that smacked into Harry's palm. His seeker reflexes were still as sharp as ever. Opening his fingers, he held his hand out to show Sirius what he'd caught. The stone had sleek cut edges, the surface a smooth black that barely reflected the light. Sirius could sense the old magic emanating from its core.

"Harry, what exactly do you plan on doing with this?"

"It isn't for me. I just … thought I would give someone else a proper chance for a last goodbye."

Sirius gave him a small smile, closing his hand around Harry's. "Make sure you keep that safe and close. Wouldn't want it falling into the wrong hands."

"Not again, no," Harry replied with his own smile.

~0~

The final weekend before the beginning of the Autumn term breezed by with an ease that only the most chaotic of families could manage; Remus finished writing up lessons plans and duplicated the handwritten ones so that Sirius had a copy, all the while balancing Teddy on his hip. Sirius had made arrangements for Teddy to be part-time enrolled in a nursery school down the road from Andromeda's house, so that she could pick him up on said days. Remus and Sirius were still going to be alternating weeks at work, however now that Teddy was going to be gaining some independence, they were going to be spending a little more time at the castle.

Draco and Harry would have a lot more freedom, even if it was confined in the walls of Grimmauld place. Sirius and Remus had discussed it the night they had returned from Scotland once Harry was deemed fit to travel. Sirius had been reluctant at first, but Remus had reasoned that they were teenage boys and had zero chances to be alone. They needed to be trusted, they needed privacy.

Stating they could take advantage of their chambers at the castle definitely sweetened the deal.

Sirius had put any thoughts of the resurrection stone out of his mind. He assumed that if and when Harry was ready to lend it to whomever needed it, he would let him know.

Letters had been written and sent to the Minister of Magic, as well as Minvera on Draco's behalf; they wanted to ensure that Draco wasn't going to have random, unsolicited visits when no one else was at home, that if Draco had any enquiries about a field of study, or require reading materials, he was able to do so without Sirius holding his hand the entire way, and that anyone wishing to reach him via the floo network, they would need his or Harry's express permission to do so.

Everything had been arranged, but it time would tell if Draco was truly granted some ease to live a better life. His sentencing was to be revisited at the end of September. Despite circling on the calendar hanging in the kitchen, no one wanted to address the elephant in the room.

For his part, Harry had assured Remus and Sirius that he was happy enough just to relax for a little while. He still got a faint ache in his head, which faded as quickly as it arrived. After speaking with Rodrik through the floo, he was advised to rest a little more.

On the Sunday night before the first day back at Hogwarts they had a big family dinner at Grimmauld place; Andromeda settled opposite Remus on Teddy's other side, her mane of dark curls knotted at the top of her head, her head thrown back in laughter, Sirius was constantly telling jokes, nudging Remus in the ribs so much there was sure to be bruises, Draco had helped do the cooking and teased Harry all night, stating that he had to do the washing up, because it was only fair! Harry stated that he had suffered trauma, therefore couldn't possibly do the dishes, to which Andromeda had crowed that they were all poster-children for trauma, that he'd have to do better than that!

All too soon the evening wound down and Andromeda went up to her room after bidding them 'goodnight'. She would be joining them at Kings Cross to take the boys home once Sirius and Remus had left on the train.

Sirius and Remus went up to bed last, shutting down the house as they went. Draco and Harry listened to everything winding down from their shared bedroom. The fire wasn't lit and the bedside lamp shone a gold glow, illuminating a small portion of the room. Harry watched a muggle car lazily circle the park that sat opposite Grimmauld place, before veering off lazily to the main road, before turning off around the corner. The populace would return to work, to school, to life now that the summer was officially over.

All except Harry and Draco.

Draco had been idly reading a book, but decided on setting his book aside when Harry remained at the window, picking at his lip in thought. Clearing his throat, Draco patted the mattress beside him. "Harry, come to bed," he urged gently.

"Not really tired."

"We have an early start tomorrow."

With a sigh, Harry tugged the curtains closed and turned to the bed with a quirk of a smile. "Since when did we become an old married couple?"

"Since we live with the oldest, most married couple possible?"

Harry huffed a smile before slipping underneath the covers and collapsing back on the plump pillows. He set his glasses to one side and pinched the bridge of his nose. The domesticity wasn't lost on him, and it made him smile. Some things would take some getting use to, still. He listened as Draco slid further down on his own pillows and turned on his side, his steady grey gaze watching Harry. They were lying close to one another, but not touching. Harry turned his head to look at Draco. It was all so soft, all so calming and soothing to his senses. Reaching out across the duvet, he found Draco's hand. They laced their fingers together, Draco shuffled closer and nestled his head on Harry's shoulder.

Harry pressed a kiss to the blonde's forehead.

Draco curled closer, wrapping his arm and Harry's over the brunettes waist. It felt so good to be able to do this, to be so close and hold the young man he loved without fear of being inappropriate or feel icky for touching him. It was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. When he felt Harry's fingers threading through his hair, it made him feel simultaneously giddy and relaxed.

"Turn around," Draco murmured, lifting his head from Harry's shoulder.

"Want me to be the little spoon?"

"Please," Draco smiled wistfully. "I want to hold you as close as possible."

Harry shuffled over onto his side with a contented smile, curling an arm under his pillow and resting his head on it. He bit his lip at the feeling of Draco pressing the full length of his body along his spine, a protective arm curling tight over his waist and holding him close. It tickled when he felt Draco press his nose to the fine hairs at the nape of his neck.

"I had no idea how much I needed this," Harry breathed, nestling down further against the pillows. "Just to be held, casually touched. I love it when you hold me."

Draco was comforted, surrounded by softness with the solid press of Harry against his chest. "You're wonderful to hold, Harry. I can't get enough."

Harry chuckled.

"No, I'm serious. You fit so snug just here."

Harry pressed his lips together, using his fingers to stroke along Draco's skin. "Do you ever think about … g-going further?"

"You mean sex?"

"Mhm."

"What about it, specifically?"

"Have you thought about … h-having sex with me?"

Draco paused in his cuddling -yes, he was cuddling! -and leaned up so he could peer over Harry's shoulder and see his face. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, he reclined a little higher up on the pillows, still holding Harry. "I've thought about it. I had brief fantasies in school. A lot more since … being h-here."

Harry snorted, "Yeah I'm sure seeing me at nine really helped."

Draco tutted and swatted at Harry's thigh. "Too soon, Potter," he groused. "Whenever I thought of you … doing things with me … you were at least sixteen years old. Pent-up after Quidditch or stalking me."

Harry shifted and turned in his arms so that they were nose-to-nose. His eyes were so green and bright. "I want to do things right but … I'm nervous. I've never … been with a guy before."

"I know, love. It's okay. I've not done more beyond … well, an awkward blowjob or two."

Harry pressed his lips together. "I don't want to disappoint you."

Draco frowned, "You could never."

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Harry's mouth. Then another. Harry leaned into it, sliding his legs between Draco's. Their kisses deepened, Draco wrapping his arms firmly around Harry's body as the brunette shifted to lean over him. It was dizzying how much he enjoyed kissing Harry; he loved the hot, wet heat of his mouth, his soft lips, the nip of his teeth and the press of his hips against Draco's.

Panting, Harry knelt up and tugged his shirt off over his head, ruffling his hair, he peeled his boxers off and plucked at Draco's own, silently asking for his permission. Lifting his hips, Draco let his underwear be clawed down, his cock springing free. Harry stared down at him, pupils dilating as he slid gingerly to straddle Draco's naked body, feeling the hard length of their dicks gently rubbing together.

"Can I see you?" Harry breathed, his fingertips ghosting over the armholes of Draco's vest.

The blonde hesitated, before nodding and raising his arms up over his head. A shiver ran down his spine as Harry pulled the vest up and tossed it onto the pillow beside them.

"Beautiful …" he said, pressing a palm along the spiderweb white scars mapping out across Draco's pale chest.

His body was thrumming with nervous energy; he was straddling Draco, completely naked, his cock already gleaming with precum. He wanted to feel embarrassed, but Draco's grey eyes bore into his own, his hands steady and firm as he kneaded at Harry's thighs and buttocks, drawing him closer, pressing their cocks firmly between their stomachs. Harry moved his hips a little, hissing at how good it felt to rut against Draco. He worried that he was gripping the blonde's shoulders too tightly as he started to thrust his hips, urged on by Draco's hands. He had to bite back a whimper as Draco leaned up and nipped a trail from his collarbone down to his nipple and sucked, gently at first, then a little harder. Harry gripped a hand into Draco's silky hair, thrusting his hips harder, chasing the pleasurable, slippery burn.

"Fuck -fuck, D-Draco …"

"Does it feel good, Harry?"

"Fuck yes, you feel amazing! I need … I n-need …"

"What do you need?"

"M-more …"

"Tell me," Draco breathed, mouthing up to the base of Harry's throat. His hands were hot and hard as he spread Harry's buttocks further apart, skimming his fingertips down and over his balls, before running a teasing finger up and down over his hole. "Do you want me to touch you here?"

Harry was slick with sweat. He wanted more, but he didn't know what 'more' was. He just knew that he was chasing a high he'd never had before. He gave a shaking nod, ultimately thinking that this was probably something he needed to feel at some point down the line.

"We need s-some … lube …"

Harry shivered as he pressed their foreheads together. "Isn't there a -a spell … f-for that …?"

Draco nodded, lazily thrusting his hips. He wanted this feeling to last for as long as possible. "H-hold on … need my wand …"

Harry leaned back, giving Draco room to blindly grope for his wand. He had no idea if this spell would be flagged as suspicious, but in that moment he didn't care. Harry watched as Draco murmured a spell and a warm, pinkish glow sparked from his wand. Tossing his wand aside, Draco drew Harry even closer, mouthing at his neck again and sending Harry's eyes rolling back into his head. He felt his cheeks being pulled apart and then he felt the warm, slick on Draco's fingers gently rubbing at the ring of muscle. It made him shiver and cling tighter to the blonde beneath him.

His breath hitched when he felt Draco's fingertip gently probe at his hole.

"Ooh … that feels weird …"

Draco chuckled, peering up through his damp fringe. "I know, love," he nipped and kissed at Harry's jaw. "It will feel weird at first."

"Okay, okay," Harry nodded hastily, his body trembling and sweaty. He panted to try and calm his breathing down. "Okay … m'ready …"

Draco leaned up and pressed his mouth to Harry's, his tongue pressing against Harry's and driving him a little mad. He threaded his fingers through Draco's blonde hair and revelling in the distraction as he felt the gentle probing as Draco gently eased his finger inside, little by little. His body trembled, but he happily moaned as Draco moved his mouth, tongue and teeth to Harry's throat.

It was too much, too intense, and Harry was seeing stars as he continued to rock back against Draco's hand, clumsily using his own hand to grab their erections and stroking them.

He felt spasms convulsing his body, he felt his thrusting become disjointed and erratic as he clung onto the headboard behind Draco's head. He was shaking and whimpering, gasping Draco's name and begging for more.

"D-Draco … I w-won't last …"

The blonde nose at his neck, took an earlobe between his teeth. "Cum for me, Harry."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and tried, really tried, to delay coming for as long as possible. However, his movements became uncoordinated and jerky and the moment he felt Draco close his free hand around his cock, he came with a muffle cry against the blonde's neck.

"Woah …" he gushed, feeling the sweat cool on his skin. Draco supposed his weight and held him close, ignoring the cooling stream of cum on their stomachs.

Draco chuckled, pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek. "Was that … was that okay?"

Harry nodded.

"Want me to clean us up?"

"Nuh uh … d-don't … don't w-wanna move …"

"Harry, we can't go to bed messy."

Harry pouted but didn't object to being moved as Draco eased himself out from underneath the brunette. Harry huffed and slumped down against the sweaty pillows, wincing a little, and drawing his knees up to his chest. He clawed a hand through his hair and watched as Draco tugged on his underwear along with his t-shirt and crept out of the bedroom.

Harry grimaced down at the mess on his stomach. He hoped they hadn't been too loud and bothered anyone else. Chewing on his lip he felt giddy at the idea of having Draco to himself for the next week, all to himself. He imagined Sirius or Remus would return to spend evenings with them, but just knowing that they could have the whole day, from breakfast onwards, was exciting. He got butterflies in his stomach at the idea of getting to touch the blonde as much as he wanted.

The door snicked open, making him jump.

Draco gave him a sheepish smile as he slipped back into the room and closed the door. In his hands he had a damp flannel. He sat on the edge of the mattress, extending the flannel.

Harry pouted; he was far too tired to move.

Rolling his eyes, Draco eased the flannel down and gently wiped away the cold cum on Harry's stomach. Harry winced; it did not feel nice, the water was cool and having it swipe away the sticky residue on his stomach was not great. Once Draco was done, he tossed the flannel to one side and peeled the covers back. They felt a little tacky from the sweat, but neither boy cared as they slipped under the duvet.

Draco nestled down and guided Harry's head onto his shoulder, drawing the duvet up around his chilled shoulders. "Was that okay?" he asked into the mop of Harry's hair.

Wrapping an arm around his boyfriend's chest, Harry nodded. "It felt weird but … also really good."

A weight shifted from Draco's chest. "We don't have to rush anything but … we do have the house to ourselves."

Harry leaned up with a grin, "Yeah? You want to have some fun?"

Draco snorted, "You're lucky I think you're hot."

Pouting, Harry dropped his head on Draco's chest, loving the feel of the strong arms wrapping around his body. "You're lucky you are hot, prat."

"Harry?"

"Mmm?"

"Have you thought at all about … w-what would happen now that we're back home and … stuff?"

"Hm … Not really. I suppose I need to think about if I want to finish studying or not."

"Well, I'm still waiting to hear back about whether I would be accepted to study for my potions masters."

"What do you want to do until you hear back?"

"If I hear back."

"Hey," Harry kissed Draco's tense jaw. "You will hear back. I believe in you."

"Thanks."

"So …?"

"I suppose we can continue to make the Wolfsbane potion and keep suppling it to those few families that are happy to accept it."

"Maybe you could apply for a freelancing license from the Ministry? I'm happy to help you if you need an extra pair of hands."

"Harry," Draco sighed softly, stroking his thumb against Harry's cool skin. "I'd appreciate any and all help, but I also don't want you to just piggy-back on my only vague option for employment. You should do something for yourself, whatever that may be."

Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Draco, I'm not even twenty yet. I don't need a huge, power-driver career yet. I still don't know what to do with myself, so until then, why can't I help you out?"

"I just don't want you to feel like you have to settle just because I have no other options."

"That's not what's happening here, Draco," he sighed, going to roll away from the blonde. Draco held him fast, securing him against his chest. Harry was tense, not wanting to be held if they were going to be at odds with one another. Draco didn't unwind his arms, he didn't want Harry to roll off in a huff. He didn't want to sleep on opposite sides of the, admittedly, small bed. Eventually, Harry huffed and went slack against Draco's chest. Propping his chin up, he watched Draco as the blonde stared up at the ceiling. "Look, I just want to be able to help you with the workload. If you get more orders, it can get intense. I have the luxury of not being occupied right now. Let me help."

"What if you decide it isn't for you? And that you need to go off and explore and do something else?"

"Then I can do that, and then come home to you in the evening."

Draco exhaled loudly. "Fine. Fine, fine, fine, I won't dismiss the offer of your help!"

"Thank you. Was that so hard?"

"Yes," Draco scowled. "I think that gave me a hernia."

Harry tutted and resettled himself more comfortable on Draco's chest. "If it really means that much to you, I can also look into other career options or other fields of study, but until I decide to do that for myself, we can work together, okay?"

"Damn you, Potter," Draco chuckled.

"What?"

"I swear you've grown up twice as smart this time. I hate that about you."

"Buuuut you love everything else about me, right?"

"Well, I might do."

Wriggling higher up, Harry bumped their noses together, pressing his naked hips down against Draco's. "Say it," he urged, grinning.

"Nah."

"Draco-o-o."

"Harry-y-y."

Draco chuckled, the lamplight reflecting in his bright grey eyes as he reached up and brushed a strand of hair behind Harry's ear. He could see the summer freckles still dusted over the brunettes nose. The look of adoration he saw swimming in those green eyes took his breath away.

"I love you, Harry," he breathed, nudging their noses together.

Harry closed his eyes, smiling, as though savouring the moment forever. "Love you too, Draco."

"Come here," Draco cushioned Harry's head back against his chest and pressed a kiss to his mop of hair. "Try to get some sleep, Harry."

Harry hummed contently as he slotted their legs together, cradled in Draco's arms, all tension having been worked out of him, he felt his eyelids growing heavy. For the first night since he'd woken up from his magically-induced coma, he felt himself drifting off seamlessly into sleep.

~0~

The following morning found the family bleary-eyed and still a little sleep-rumpled at Kings Cross station. Remus looked as though he'd been awake since before the sun, Sirius was using Remus' shoulder as a pillow and taking snap-naps whenever they were stood still. Andromeda looked refreshed and radiant, in the way that being a mother seemed to come naturally before sunrise. Draco was used to waking up when he wanted, first thing in the morning. The latest he had allowed himself to get up had been ten o'clock, but Harry was another matter entirely. Despite falling asleep at around the same time the previous night -steamy activities aside -Harry had needed to be physically dragged from the warm nest of blankets. He'd only moved when Teddy had come barrelling into the room, war-cry at the ready, and jumped on him.

Breakfast and copious amounts of coffee were consumed before they'd bundled out onto the pavement to activate the portkey to Kings Cross.

Draco wanted to jostle his shoulder and dislodge Harry, who was practically drooling on him, much like Sirius was doing to Remus. He was almost sure that there was a photographer or two lurking about the platform, hoping for the first official picture of Harry Potter since the incident at Hogwarts in August. Draco found that he didn't necessarily care; yes, the hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end as he was dressed in rather formal muggle attire. However, having the warm weight of Harry -dressed in jean cut-offs and an old band t-shirt that had belonged to Sirius -he had something else to focus on. He slid his hand between them and laced their fingers together. Harry hummed and squeezed his hand, paying no mind to any onlookers who shot looks their way from up and down the platform.

It was ten to, and large crowds of students were already filing onto the train. Their luggage had already been dropped off and loaded onto the train ahead of them. Now they were stood about, idly chatting and passing them time. Teddy's little face was bright red and tears streamed down his cheeks. Remus was shushing him gently and pressing kisses to his head of thick, fuchsia curls.

"Come on, Teddy bear, Daddy won't be gone that long. I'll be back on Sunday morning, okay? We can have a proper day together, eh?"

Teddy continued to snivel, not listening as Remus crooned to him.

Sirius ruffled a hand down over Teddy's head, his bleary eyes watching the toddler as his bottom lip quivered. "Come on, cub, we'll be back before you know it. We just need to settle those other munchkins into their school for the first few days."

Teddy snivelled, jerked and buried his head into Remus' neck.

Harry chuckled from where his face was buried into Draco's neck. "Poor Andy is gonna have her hands full with a grumpy Teddy-bear."

Draco sniggered, keeping his face forward looking towards the train. "Shut up, you. You were just as grumpy this morning before you had coffee."

"I wanted a shower, and you were hogging it!"

Draco rolled his eyes, unable to bite back the smirk. It had been hilarious as he'd been brushing his teeth, a towel slung around his waist, as he listened to Harry drumming his fist on the door, demanding that he hurry up. Naturally Draco's suggestion for Harry to 'go and use another bathroom!' went unheeded. It hadn't made him hurry up, though. He'd gone about his routine and, when he was done, he almost tripped over Harry's legs from where he was sprawled out in the hallway, glowering at the door.

As Harry had shouldered past him, Draco had grabbed his sleep-shirt, spun him around and pressed him back up against the bathroom door, locking them inside. He'd immediately smothered Harry's mouth with hungry, open-mouthed kisses. Harry had resisted with a huff before melting into the kisses, his arms and legs winding around Draco, holding him close.

They'd almost missed breakfast with the family.

The memory made butterflies flutter in his stomach. He was sure that there was a flash of a camera somewhere further down the platform, but he ignored it. Harry didn't seem bothered by it.

The whistle blew shrilly across the platform, signalling the five minute warning.

"Okay, boys, we have to go to now," Sirius groaned, removing his head from Remus' shoulder.

Teddy started up a fresh bawl as Remus pressed kisses to his cheeks and then gently handed the toddler over to Andromeda. Cradling her grandson to her chest, Andromeda managed to dry his ruddy cheeks with a handkerchief and bounced him gently.

"Say 'bye-bye' to daddy," Andromeda waved Teddy's hand.

Teddy waved his fist, his eyes crinkled with fresh tears on his thick lashes.

Andromeda wrapped an arm around Remus and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Be good, okay? Don't be too hard on the firsties," she winked before turning to hug Sirius. "You, behave yourself. I know what you're like when you're left unattended."

Sirius snorted and hugged her back, dropping a kiss to her head.

"Sirius," Andromeda dropped her voice, shooting a look at Remus over his shoulder. "Take care of him, yeah?"

"Of course, I will, Andy," he grinned at her. "He wouldn't last a day without me."

Andromeda tutted and rolled her eyes. She swatted Sirius' arm and shooed him away, all the while rocking Teddy into calming down.

Turning his attention to Harry and Draco, Sirius beckoned them over. "Come on, boys, group hug time."

Remus chuckled as he grabbed Sirius in a headlock.

"Moony, watch the hair!"

Harry laughed as he ducked under Sirius' arm and dragged Draco by the hand, awkwardly wrapping their arms tightly around one another. Remus, being the tallest, was able to loop them all within his arms and squeezing tightly. "I love you boys," Remus ruffled Harry and Draco's heads, making both boys duck and swipe at him, cheeks pinking. He chuckled, unable to care.

"You behave yourselves, okay?" Sirius quirked an eyebrow at them. "We'll be back Sunday morning. We're graciously letting you have a few days to yourselves. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Harry snorted, "Yeah, alright dad. What does that entail?"

Sirius paused for a moment, before turning to Draco, "Don't do anything that Remus wouldn't do."

"Remus is worse than you!" Draco smirked. "He just doesn't get caught."

"You know it!" Remus smirked over Sirius' head. "Let them alone, Pads. They've had us breathing down their necks, they can handle a few days by themselves. The kitchens fully stocked, the garden is warded, the floo is organised in case of emergency and they can invite Ron and Hermione over if they get really bored. Now come on, we need to go."

Sirius rolled his eyes, "Alright Professor."

"Bye boys!" Remus called with a wave as he mounted the steps into the first carriage of the train.

Sirius mounted the steps, hot on his heels, waving maniacally at his little family. His heart clenched at the sight of Harry, standing taller than he ever had, glasses looped into the collar of his t-shirt -in case of headaches -a wide grin stretching across his face, hair still a mess, freckles across his boyish features and an arm slung around the shoulders of his boyfriend. He looked happy and care-free for the first time since Sirius had known him. He watched the boys move to join Andromeda and Teddy, all clustered together and waving enthusiastically.

A hand on his shoulder jolted him as the final whistle trilled out.

Remus smiled warmly down at him, "Come on, Pads. I got a compartment for us."

Following Remus down the, frankly claustrophobic, aisle to the carriage, Sirius settled down on the narrow seats and watched his little family as smoke billowed out across the platform and the tug of the train as it started to move away from Kings Cross. Harry and Draco waved as they slid further and further out of view until, eventually, the station was completely out of sight.

Remus took Sirius' hand in his own and squeezed, "We'll be back before you know it. They'll be fine. They're good boys."

Sirius nodded, watching as London chugged by, his grey eyes misting over a little. "Yeah, yeah, they'll be fine."

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Back on the platform, the four of them stood there watching until the red steam engine had pulled completely out of sight, the steam fading into the usual smog that hung over London. Heaving a sigh, Andromeda turned to the two young men beside her. "Right, you two; do you want to come home with Teddy and I to have some lunch or do you want to just head straight back home?"

The twinkle in her eyes was unmistakable, as was the trademark smirk.

"We wouldn't want to impose," Draco stated, drawing himself up to his full height. "Harry and I can fend for ourselves, we wouldn't want to distract you from spending time with your grandson."

"Mhmmm," she chuckled knowingly. "Alright, I'll apparate you back, and then head home through the floo."

"Sounds good," Harry bit his lip, trying to hide his smile.

"Alright, boys, grab on."

The moment both boys had hold of Andromeda's arm, she was as good as her word; she apparated them all back to Grimmauld place, used her key to let them in. She summoned Teddy's weekend back from his bedroom, hugged Harry and Draco with one arm before scooping the bag up, tossed a pinch of floo powder into the fireplace and called her address as she stepped into the flames.

The wards sprang back to life the moment the flames died down to ash.

Harry watches as the final flash of green faded from his eyes. He still hadn't let go of Draco's hand. He didn't think he wanted to ever not be touching Draco. He looked up into those bright grey eyes and startled to see Draco already looking down at him. With a tug of his hand, Harry was pulled into Draco's arms, his head tilted up and lips pressed to his own. He kissed back, threading a hand through Draco's hair and tugging him closer.

Breaking the kiss, Draco growled, "I want you so badly right now."

Harry swallowed thickly. "So … you're not really hungry right now?" he teased.

Draco grabbed both of his legs and hoisted Harry up into his arms, earning a yelp from the younger man. Harry hooked his legs tightly around the blonde's waist, grinning as Draco grunted under the added weight in his arms.

"I'm hungry for you, Potter," Draco growled. "And since we have no one around for a few days -we can be as loud as we want."

Harry groaned as he felt himself grow hard. He clung tighter as Draco turned and mounted the stairs to the second landing. Once in their room, he dropped Harry onto the bed and pressed down between his splayed legs, quickly taking control of his mouth, their hot tongues tangling together, hands already clawing at one another's clothing. Draco pressed himself down against the brunette, cupping his face and kissing him deeply.

"I'll stop if you want me to," he grunted, his body thrumming with pent-up energy.

Harry shook his head, dragging Draco back on top of him. "No, don't stop. I don't ever want you to stop."

"Good," Draco kicked his shoes off and climbed further onto the bed, "I would've had a hard time resisting you."

"Then don't."

Draco didn't need telling twice.

A/N: I hope you like the quick update! Sorry it was a bit aimless X