A/N: I do not own Harry Potter
this chapter hints at sex.
We Are – Ana
There were rules. Hard set rules, the time for vague guidelines was over. The ministry was in charge in a new way. The marriage law passed before there was even a chance to challenge.
Draco stared at the letters flooding his desk. Half-blood, muggle born, these were his options now. Potter was still considered half-blood, his mother being a muggle born. Weaslette had nabbed him before the ink had finished drying on the new law.
Draco sighed. He had known it was never to be, but hoped Potter would have at least...written?
Found Out About You – Gin Blossoms
"This has to end, before someone finds out."
"Why? Are you ashamed of me?"
"What? No! It's just my parents, my father..."
"Won't hear about this?" Harry asked with a smirk. Draco felt his face flush.
"He'll disown me."
"For being gay, for being with me, or for not being his little foot solider in the war?"
"All the above."
"You're cute when you're angry," Harry stated pressing his lips against Draco's.
"Eventually you'll have to decide, Malfoy," he added before turning and leaving Draco standing in the middle of the hallway.
Uninvited – Alanis Morrisette
"You! Get out!"
"I was invited.
"By who? No one here wants a snake like you."
"My boyfriend." Draco answered smugly watching Ron open and close his mouth like a dying fish.
"Good, you made it!" Harry exclaimed hugging Draco tightly. "What's wrong with Ron?"
"You forgot to mention I was on the guest list."
"Oh, my secretary usually takes care of those things. Now, how about a proper birthday greeting?" Harry kissed Draco passionately on the lips causing Ron to faint. He landed on the floor with a thud.
"Happy Birthday, Harry."
Forgotten Years – Midnight Oil
The grave stones rose quickly, three, four, a day. Names and dates carved into the stone slabs.
For now peace reigned.
For now fear was forgotten.
Draco couldn't take living in the manor. He couldn't forget the screams, the pleas for help. His aunt's perfume still lingered.
Draco stepped out of yet another pub, stumbled a little.
Strong arms caught him.
"Careful Malfoy." He hated that voice.
"Screw you, Potter."
"Than an invite?" Draco froze and then nodded.