Chapter 33

Two Years Later:

Harry awoke to a loud banging on the door. He lifted his head from his silk pillowcase and grabbed his glasses off his end table. He shifted into a sitting position and pushed himself off his small but cozy bed.

"Harry, wake up! Ron and Hermione are here to see you, you lazy bugger!" Skye shouted through the door.

Harry smiled. He went to his dresser and pulled on a shirt and a pair of pants over his boxers. Skye was still banging on the door. Harry slowly walked to the door and pulled it open, taking his time. He just felt like annoying Skye.

"'Ello, love," Skye grinned as soon as he saw Harry. He hooked his fingers into Harry's belt loops on his blue jeans and pulled him forward into a deep kiss. Then he looked at his watch, then scornfully at Harry. "It's eleven in the morning, and you're just waking up?"

"It's a Saturday, you wanker," Harry mumbled groggily. "What do you expect?"

"Well, I was hoping we had time to have breakfast together before I left for the interview, but you just refused to get your cute arse out of bed before nine." Skye pulled Harry into a hug and ran his hands down to Harry's butt.

Harry smiled and gave Skye a kiss on the nose. "Well, we're having dinner tonight, and I promise we can have breakfast tomorrow."

"Ah, yes, dinner…. I think you're just gonna love your presents."

"Wanker!" Harry complained and play-punched Skye in the chest. "You said no presents! Now I'm gonna have to go out and get you one!"

Skye laughed. "Don't bother, love. I have everything I could want right here." He bent down slightly and placed a soft kiss to Harry's lips.

"Liar," Harry chuckled.

Skye gave Harry another quick kiss and pulled away. "Ron and Hermione are in the living room. They're waiting for you." He began straightening his tie uncomfortably, and Harry grabbed it an did it for him. "Thanks."

"You nervous?" Skye nodded. "Don't be, love. That company would be damn lucky to have you. You're the best lawyer I know, they couldn't ask for a better one."

"Thanks, babe." Skye smiled and gave him a hug. "See you at dinner. And don't bring a present. I don't want anything."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine. Go. Good luck. And don't accept anything less than a million a year."

Skye laughed as he grabbed his coat and opened the door. "Yeah right. Not with my experience." Harry stuck his tongue out at him. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Harry waited until Skye closed the door before walking down the hall to the living room. After two years he was still slightly shocked whenever he saw this room. It was a huge apartment, especially this room, with floor-to-ceiling windows all along one wall and an alcove in the right wall where they kept the computers and Skye's work that he brought home. The entire room was designed in a contemporary style. The couches and rugs were all brightly colored, and it turned the worst mood into a happy one.

Ron and Hermione were sitting on the lime green couch against the window, which looked out over about half of London. They were on the top floor on the apartment building, with an amazing view.

"Hey, mate!" Ron exclaimed, jumping off the couch. "How're things?"

Harry grinned as he gave Hermione a hug. "I'm great. How about you two?"

"Fantastic!" Hermione grinned. She sat back down on the couch and Ron sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. "So how are things going for you and Skye?"

"Great," Harry smiled as he sat down on the fluffy green armchair next to the couch. "It's our one-year anniversary today. And Skye is in line for a new job. If he gets it, he wants to move to a bigger apartment."

Ron raised his eyebrows. "Bigger than this? Why would you even need any more space for two people?"

Harry laughed. "That's what I was wondering. Do you guys want anything? Food, tea, coffee?"

"No, I'm fine," Hermione smiled. "So how have you been? I mean, with the… divorce."

It was strange to talk about among the three of them, and yet Hermione always managed to ask him about it. Two years, and she was still worried about him.

"I'm fine, Hermione," he said reassuringly. "I don't even think about it anymore."

Hermione smiled at him, almost proudly. "You're really happy with Skye, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am."

I!I!I!I!I!I!I!I!

It was a long day for Harry. He wasn't meeting Skye for dinner until eight o'clock, so, save the two hours it took Harry to get Skye the present that he expressly said not to get him, he had absolutely nothing to do for the rest of the day. Ron and Hermione left at around noon, after telling Harry some exciting news.

He spent some time on the internet doing absolutely nothing, and some time watching TV, but the minutes seemed to crawl by, and by the time he was supposed to leave for the restaurant, he was about ready to shoot the clock.

He was dressed in a rather uncomfortable, stiff suit and tie, which he never wore unless it was a special occasion. He had his Rolex watch on, which Skye had given him as a birthday present last year. It had an engraving on the band, 'LYFE.' Skye had flat-out refused to tell Harry what it meant until they started dating. It turned out that it meant 'Love you forever.'

Harry arrived at the small but elegant bistro, where they had had their first date, a few minutes early, but Skye was already seated. Harry smiled when he saw him. Skye was ten minutes early for everything. He never liked to keep anyone waiting.

"Hey, love." Harry kissed Skye quickly and slid into the seat across the table from him. Skye grinned at him. "Been waiting long?"

"No, only a few minutes." Harry chuckled.

The waiter came and set menus down in front of them each. "Good evening, I'm Billy, I'll be your waiter tonight. Today's specials are on the back of the menu. I'll give you some time to decide what you'd like."

"Thank you," Skye said as Billy walked away.

They both picked up their menus and browsed through them for a few minutes, commenting on random things occasionally.

"Oh, Ron and Hermione told me some really amazing news this morning," Harry said with a smile, once they had both set their menus aside. Skye gave him a curious look. "Hermione's pregnant."

Skye stared at her for a moment, surprised. "Wow. That's awesome!"

"I know." Harry took a sip of his wine with a small smile. "They want us to be the godparents."

"Wow. That's huge." He seemed both surprised and happy. "I mean, of course they'd ask you, but I've only known them for two years. Wow."

Harry laughed. "They said it was a big decision, and we don't have to decide right now. You can take your time, love." He smiled and grabbed Skye's hand across the table.

Billy came back and took their orders. After he left, Skye sighed.

"Harry, have you ever thought about having kids?" he asked non-committally.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I did. It would be great to have kids eventually…. What about you?"

"I want kids. You know, someday." He smiled at Harry, a warm, comfortable smile.

They talked for a while, about everything and nothing, laughing and joking and holding each other's hand.

After a while, a rather noisy crowd made their way into the restaurant. They were all dressed in casual attire, and looked completely out of place in the fancy restaurant.

They sat down on the other side of the restaurant, all talking and laughing loudly amongst themselves.

"Hello, boys!" the waitress said cheerfully, smiling at each of them. "I expect you won the match?"

"Yeah, we did!" one of them said. "We're on our way to the world cup next month!"

They all cheered.

"Congratulations! Tonight's meal is on us, guys!" She grinned at them, and they cheered again.

"Thanks, Milli!" one of them called as she set the menus down and walked away.

One of the men stood and raised their champagne glass. "To the best team in Europe!" he said. "We've got the world cup in the bag!"

The team cheered once more and they each drank from their own champagne glasses.

The standing man caught sight of Harry, and waved. Harry waved back.

"S'cuse me, guys," the man said, and headed toward Harry's and Skye's table.

"Who's that?" Skye asked.

"Oliver," Harry smiled. "We went to school together."

"Hey, mate!" Oliver grinned as he approached the table. "Long time no see."

"Yeah, it has been a long time. So Puddlemere is going to the world cup, eh?"

Oliver beamed proudly. "Yeah. Second year in a row."

"That's great! Congratulations!" Harry looked across the table at Skye, them looked back at Oliver. "Oh, Oliver, this is Skye. My boyfriend."

Oliver shook Skye's outstretched hand. "Nice to meet you, mate." Then he turned back to Harry. "Uh, Harry…. Draco is here."

"Shit." Harry looked over at the Quidditch team's table anxiously, hoping Draco hadn't seen him. "Where--"

It was too late. There he was, only twenty feet away, heading straight for their table.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit," Harry hissed under his breath, resting his head in his hands. "Oh, shit. Oh, god."

"What's wrong?" Skye asked, grabbing Harry's hand and pulling it away from his face. He held it for a second, but Harry pulled it away and ran it through his messy hair.

"He's coming over," Harry whispered.

"Okay…." Skye turned slightly in his seat, saw Draco, and turned back around. "Is that him? Wow, what a looker!" He laughed, but Harry glared at him.

"Shut up!"

Skye sighed, still smiling slightly. "Calm down, love. It's alright. It's no big deal."

"It is a fucking big deal!" Harry hissed.

"Oliver!" He was standing right there, right behind Skye. "The guys sent me to get you, They're starting to drink already, you might want to be careful."

Oliver nodded. "Okay. Good to see you, mate. Nice to meet you, Skye." He glanced apologetically at Harry before heading off toward his table. Draco waited until he left to say anything.

"Hi."

Harry sighed. "Hi."

"I--I haven't seen you in a long time."

Harry nodded. "Two years," he said quietly, staring Draco in the eyes. He honestly didn't want to look at Draco, it was too hard, but it was either looking at him of looking at Skye. "You look good." It was out before he could stop it.

It was all too true, though. Draco had grown his hair just a tiny bit, and it fell perfectly into his silver eyes. He still had a bit of dirt on his face from his Quidditch game, which only seemed to outline his high cheekbones and his sharp, fine features. His Quidditch games had built up his physique even more, and Harry could see his muscles through his slightly muddy t-shirt.

"Thanks," Draco said hesitantly, sticking his hands in his jeans pockets. "You… look amazing." He took a deep breath and continued before Harry could respond. "Who's this?" he asked, nodding toward Skye.

Harry finally looked at Skye, and nearly sighed with relief. Skye looked completely unphased. It gave Harry a fresh burst of confidence. "This is Skye. My boyfriend."

Draco raised an eyebrow, trying and failing not to look too surprised. "Boyfriend. Wow. That…. That's great." He didn't even look at Skye. "Uh, I have to go. The team's ordering. Bye." He left before Harry or Skye could say anything else.

As Harry watched, Draco began to head for the team's table, but then he made a sharp turn at the exit and rushed out of the restaurant.

I!I!I!I!I!I!I!I!I!

It was several hours later, nearly two in the morning. A fire was blazing in the hearth of the study, a nearly empty wine bottle on the oak coffee table, with two half-empty wine glasses next to it.

The two were curled up on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. They had been like that since they got home, laying just like that together.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Skye," Harry said quietly as he stared into the fire. "With Draco."

"It's okay," Skye responded, kissing the top of Harry's head. "I know how hard it can be to run into exes. Especially when you were serious with them."

Harry smiled. "You're the most understanding boyfriend ever. How did you get to be so great?"

"Just trying to give you what you deserve, I guess."

Harry sighed and turned his head so he could see Skye's face. "I don't deserve you. No one could ever deserve you." He gave a soft chuckle and pulled Skye's arms tighter around him. "You know, no other guy would be so patient with me."

Skye smiled. "Well, celibacy has actually been a pretty great experience for me. And you're worth waiting for."

Harry twisted and turned until he was laying facing Skye. He kissed him gently on the lips and snuggled deeply into his chest.

"Did you get the job?" he asked as he closed his eyes.

"Yeah, I did."

Harry nodded and smiled, his eyes still closed. "I knew you would."

They stayed like that for a couple more hours. Harry fell asleep eventually, and Skye just lay there with him. Skye woke him up at sunrise. They watched out of the floor-to-ceiling windows until the sun was just above the horizon. Then they gave each other a long, passionate kiss, before heading off to their separate bedrooms.

I!I!I!I!I!I!I!I!I!

A/N: Yep, I got it done. I started working on the next chapter, but you know me…. I'm gonna try to keep writing even though school is back on, but I can't promise anything. These past two weeks have been intensives at school (which are a lot easier than normal classes) but now we're going back to the regular schedule so it's gonna be tougher for me to keep it up.

Okay, just gotta say, my beta didn't respond to the e-mail (probably got grounded again...) so I did my best to edit it myself but I really do suck at that, as you all know :P So I got impatient waiting for my Beta's response, so here it is, grammatical errors and all :P

TTFN,

Deathdragon4