Author's note:

First of all, I don't remember if I put a disclaimer on chapter one. If not, then I do not own Harry Potter. The characters are the Propperty of J.K Rouling.

Next, I would like to give a big squishy thank you to my lovely wife for publishing chapter one for me.

A deafening round of applause goes to my vastly talented beta reader, Lady Lily Malfoy.

Peaches, my future co-writer, NEEDS TO UPDATE.

Lani Evans, thanks for the review! Sadly, I cannot find you on the site, so please PM me with the pairing you write and the rating. That way, I can find you and review back.

To everyone who asks how Harry and Draco met, don't you remember? First book? Robe shop? Don't worry. Starting Chapter three, I will tell about how they came to be lovers.

Chapter Two

Now

"Harry." Lily Potter placed a gentle kiss on her son's forehead. "Harry darling, it's time to get up."

Harry groaned, stretched, yawned, opened his eyes, and looked up. Shafts of morning sunlight filtered through the grimy curtins, adding a golden, ethereal beauty to his mother as they shown through her. Harry knew it was morning. In one corner of the room, his six-month-old daughter, Annabella,was beginning to stir in her cradle.

"Do you want me to tend her, Harry?" Lily asked.

"Would you?" he asked with a tired smile.

"Of course, darling," Lily said, patting his cheek. "Leave your body here with me and go play Quidditch with your father."

"Thanks Mum," Harry said, stepping out of his skin and hovering in the air beside her.

"Any time, darling," she said sweetly. Lily hugged her son close, kissing him on both cheeks before stepping easily in to the body he so recently vacated. "Spend the day with your father, darling. I'll have dinner ready for you when you return, and Bella can spend some much needed time with her favorite grandma."

Harry laughed. "You're her only grandma."

Lily rose, walking in Harry's body to the cradle and lifting the baby. Harry floated to them, kissing his little daughter's head before walking through the wall and in to the early morning air.

James Potter sat on a broom as transparent as he was, hovering close to the ground. Beside him, an identical broom hovered, waiting for its rider. "Harry!" James leapt lightly to earth and floated to embrace his son.

"Hi Dad," Harry said, returning the embrace.

"How are you holding up, kid?" James asked, running a hand through Harry's unruly black hair.

"Okay, I guess," Harry replied absently. "How long have you been out here?"

"Oh," said James "since sunrise. I was playing a game of Quidditch with Cedric."

"Cedric?" Harry stiffened. "Cedric's back? Now? Well, it's a little too late, isn't it?"

"I don't know what went on between you and Cedric, Harry," James said with a look of concern "but he gave me a message for you." Harry waited. "He wanted me to tell you that it isn't his job to hurt you for Malfoy's amusement."

Tears of shame and rage stung the backs of Harry's eyes. Why couldn't Draco love him? Why did he always want to be with Cedric while saying he only wanted Harry? Life was so unfair! Everyone Harry ever loved either died or left him.

If it weren't for his parents, Sirius, Cedric, and Professor Dumbledore, Harry didn't know where he'd be right now. Nobody else, not even ghosts, could see them, but they had helped him through so much. All through his turbulent relationship with Draco, they had been there, advising, protecting, and making him laugh through the hard times.

Harry sighed, recollecting. There had been so many hard times over the past five years. Draco was never happy, never satisfied. This was because Draco was unable to love only one person at a time. Infidelity was in Draco's nature, Harry knew, and sometimes the knowledge sickened him. Countless times, Harry should have left him, and countless times, he stayed on, loving Draco for what he could be and hoping against all odds that he would change. But Draco never changed. Draco never tried to make their love work, nor did he ever try to master the evil within himself.

"Harry?" James asked. "What's on your mind?"

"Huh?" Harry shook his head in a vain attempt to clear it. "Oh, just stuff."

"Malfoy stuff?" James asked.

"Yeah," Harry answered with a forced smile. "I was with the basterd for five years. That makes him kinda hard to forget."

James searched for the words he wanted, the words to drive the pain from Harry's haunted emerald eyes. "Ah well, you'll be just fine," he said at last, returning to his broom and taking a snitch from his pocket. "Now mount up so I can royally kick your ass."

"We'll see." Harry smiled, genuinely this time, and swung one leg over his broom. "If you were still alive, you'd be an old geezer by now. That's gotta slow down your reflexes."

James laughed, rocketing into the air and throwing the snitch high. Harry was right behind him, and the two former seakers began racing after the snitch.