A/N: This was supposed to be a bit of an oneshot, but I feel it will be a longer fic… This chapter will hopefully explain a few of the things nobody understands as yet, however most is explained in the prequel Helping You.

Also I just realised, I always have George dyeing, never Fred… oh well.

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Disclaimer: No, sorry, it's not mine. Harry Potter is not mine, unfortunately.

Density of Understanding

Chapter Two

Harry let the water run over his skin, shaking his hair roughly. Thoughts flooded his mind, like last night. He smiled to himself, laughing at how much he felt like he had the first time, although this was going to be different. Harry paused, hearing the bathroom door open. He heard a small snigger and turned as Draco climbed into the shower next to him, grabbing him roughly and caressing their lips together.

"You know, Draco, you lied to me…" Harry said, smiling slightly.

"What?" Draco asked, his voice filling with disgust.

"You told me you weren't ill, when really you needed a doctor…" Harry whispered, rubbing his body against Draco's.

"Harry…" Draco blushed, making Harry laugh hysterically.

"Shut up…" Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck as he kissed him.

The two clean wizards sat on Draco's couch, Harry resting his head in Draco's lap as Draco stroked through his hair.

"I had a yearning for you," whispered Harry, closing his eyes, enjoying the hypnotic rhythm of Draco's breathing.

"What do you mean?" asked Draco slowly.

"I went into your bedroom, the night we defeated Voldemort, to see you, well not just see, but you were gone, and your letter was very… well, it made me think that you didn't want me… I tried to get over it, but in the back of my mind you were what I always though about, so I had to find you!" laughed Harry, yawning slightly.

"I thought you wanted to get the ministry on my back or something, I couldn't dream you would want to find me for your own reasons, especially not related to that night!" Draco sighed, stroking Harry's cheek.

"Draco?"

"Yes…"

"What are we going to do?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are we going to do with our lives from now on?" asked Harry, sitting up and kneeling so he was facing Draco.

"You're moving in…" Draco said rather densely.

"Are we going to tell anyone or everyone even? Are we going to take you out of hiding, are we going to stay in hiding? I need to…" Harry was cut off when Draco kissed his, laughing slightly.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Draco smiled, pushing Harry's hair back.

"I really need to contact Hermione!" Harry said in realisation, much to Draco's annoyance.

"Do you have to?" asked Draco, trying to pull Harry to him.

"Yes, I do… do you have a phone?" Harry asked, pulling himself away.

"In the kitchen…"

"Hello?"

"Hermione?"

"Yes, this is she…"

"Hey, 'Mione, it's me, Harry, I'm so sorry I didn't contact you sooner!" Harry laughed, hoping she would react nicely.

"I did something bad," was all Hermione said, Harry sighed, prepared for the worst.

"And what may that be?" Harry asked, gasping as Draco slipped an arm around his shoulders, kissing his neck.

"I… had sex with Fred," Hermione groaned.

"Okay, that's bad if it didn't mean anything, but good if it did…"

"But I don't know if it meant anything… look, let's forget about it, how's your Malfoy search going?"

"Oh it went good, I'm with him now, in fact he has his arm around me and is kissing my neck…"

"WHAT?" screamed Hermione, spluttering.

"I said…"

"I heard you, Harry, but please tell me you're joking!"

"No, why would I be?"

"Oh my, now my sleeping with Fred doesn't seem so bad… have you lost your mind, Harry?" Hermione seemed genuinely worried.

"No, I haven't, look, Hermione do you remember the night before we defeated Voldemort?" Harry sighed.

"Of course I do, it was the last time me and Ron… sorry, too much information, I don't get it, explain…"

"Draco and I didn't come down for dinner, we were in fact together… in my room…"

"Oh my god! Really? That's disgusting…"

"What? It's no more disgusting that you and Ron…"

"No, I nearly went into your room, but Ron had distracted me…"

"So, you're not bothered about us?"

"I won't lie, Harry, I don't like it, but if it makes you happy…"

"This is why I love you, Hermione!"

"Okay, whatever you say, I need to go, I think Fred's about to wake up, I'll need to talk to him…"

Harry heard the receiver click and he put the phone down himself. Draco wrapped his arms around him, making him feel warm. Harry couldn't remember the last time he had felt so warm inside, he could only think of that night before the final battle, and he couldn't help but think that only Draco could make him feel that way.

"What's the time?" Harry asked hurriedly, and Draco pulled away, shaking his head disappointedly.

"Ten fifteen…" Draco smiled slightly, unsure of why Harry was asking this.

"Damn! I said I'd visit the Weasleys an hour ago!" Harry cursed under his breath.

"Why? That's really early!" Draco laughed slightly.

"It's Christmas soon, and I always spend it with the Weasley's and since Ron and Ginny died, it's even more important to all of us, Hermione always comes as well, so I go and help Arthur organise things with Charlie and Bill. Hermione will be helping Percy and Fred with presents I should think, then she'll help the others…" Harry took a deep breath and sighed.

"Okay, since it's important to you…" Draco murmured slowly.

Harry laughed, giving Draco a soft kiss, before popping away in the familiar fashion of apparation.

Mrs Weasley jumped slightly as Harry appeared next to her; she smiled warmly and gave him a warm hug.

"How are you, my dear? Oh! You look positively starved!" she cooed, handing him some bread.

"I'm fine thanks, Molly, I'm just a little hungry," Harry smiled.

There was a scramble at the door and Charlie's twins ran in, Charlie holding little baby Ron also.

"I take it Hermione is here then?" asked Harry, taking Ron junior from Charlie.

The sad thing was both Ron, father of Ron junior, and Charlie's girlfriend, mother of the twins George junior, and Molly junior, had both died. However, Charlie's girlfriend had died after the war, due to the wrath of Voldemort's death eaters.

"She's still talking to Fred," sighed Mrs Weasley, she obviously knew.

"Right, look, Charlie, can I talk with Molly for a moment alone please, I'll keep Ron…" Harry laughed, holding his nephew fondly.

"Sure thing!" laughed Charlie.

"What is it Harry?" asked Mrs Weasley.

"Well, I've kind of met someone special… well not really met, but I'm with someone," Harry paused trying to sum things up in his head.

"That's wonderful, Harry, do I know them?" asked Mrs Weasley.

Harry smiled, noticing she said them not she, not he. Harry felt himself blush slightly.

"Well yes, you've met them…" Harry sighed, looking away. "I need to know whether I can invite him for Christmas…"

"It really depends, if I'm right, then you need to be sure they can handle it," she said, putting a hand to Harry's shoulder.

"Yes, I know that, but…" Harry couldn't carry on. "You know who it is, don't you?"

"I think so, Harry, I do. If it is who I think, then I was right a long time before!" Mrs Weasley flicked her wand at the pot of potatoes, letting it fly to the stove, making Harry duck out of habit.

"Well, it's Draco…" Harry said, and was shocked when Mrs Weasley broke out into a wide grin.

"Is his hair long still?" questioned Mrs Weasley.

"Molly!" Harry exclaimed, blushing frantically.

"Well, is it?" she said again persistently.

"Yes it is," Harry murmured.

"Well then, invite him as soon as possible…" Mrs Weasley said then she went to the bottom of the stairs. "Come down Hermione! You too Fred!"

Hermione and Fred rushed down the stairs, laughing at something said previously. Fred flung his arms around Harry, patting his back. Harry smiled, completely suffocated by the tall redhead. With one last pat, Fred released Harry, winking as he did so. Hermione hugged Harry gently, kissing his cheek.

"Well? What conclusion?" Mrs Weasley demanded, tapping her toe impatiently.

"Well," said Hermione, looking to Fred.

Fred merely laughed and took Hermione's hand into his own.

"It's been decided that we don't want a wedding, but we want to sign the papers right away!" laughed Fred.

"That's brilliant! Wait… what about Ron junior?" Mrs Weasley insisted.

"Well," said Hermione, taking baby Ron from Harry, "my baby is Fred's nephew…"

"And my son… we'll let Ron grow up, knowing that his father is my brother, but I want him to know that I love him like a son!" smiled Fred.

"That's my boy," smiled Mrs Weasley, smiling at her son, grandson and soon to be daughter-in-law.

"Harry?" asked Percy, coming into the room.

Harry smiled and shook hands with the tall Weasley. Mr Weasley came in with Bill and Charlie and nodded to Harry.

"Come on then, what are we waiting for?" asked Bill, holding baby George.