A/n: D'aw they cute and stuff. Idk. Enjoy!

Warnings: None. Just fluffy, so much fluffy. Oh, biting? And slashy. And fluffy.

Totally A/U. DracoxHarry. I don't own HP or the world, I'd give Harry and Draco addiction if I did.


August 2008

"Master Malfoy," a house elf called walking into the study and looked up at Draco, who was pouring himself another drink. "We put him in the guest bedroom on this floor and have everything set up. Is there anything else you need?"

"The Prophet from today, please," Draco answered bringing the drink to his lips for a sip, he had been pacing back and forth for the past two hours only stopping to refill his glass. I can't believe I did that, he growled to himself with a deep sigh, I shouldn't have done that. Draco finished his drink and sat it on the desk then walked over to the study door opening it and hurrying down the hallway. He stopped in front of the guest room door, giving it a small push.

Before him was Harry, lying on the bed with his eyes closed Draco stared at him a long moment, taking in the curve of his jaw and drunkenly thinking over how his lips would taste pressed against his. He didn't want those thoughts to plague him so he reached for the door handle freezing and pressed against the door, looking around it to see Harry looking around the room.

"That fucking git," Harry grumbled then he laughed quietly, Draco saw his shadow moving and heard the bed creaking. "He hexed me, I can't believe it." Draco crept away from the door, starting down the hallway quickly so he wasn't caught. The door behind him was swung open and Harry's voice wrapped around him, "Draco?"

Draco stopped his almost run away and took a deep breath turning to look at him over his shoulder, "I see you're feeling better, Potter." He answered as terse as he could, his voice coming out in a rush.

"I am...thanks for saving me," Harry smirked walking towards Draco. He stopped when he was only inches from the blonde, "I've never felt more alive," he continued, "what's next?"

Draco narrowed his eyes, pulling a face of distaste, "you leaving is next."

"I already told ya, Draco, I'm not going anywhere."

"You are, out of here."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

Harry and Draco stared, neither blinking as they looked at each other with glares to match their heated tone. "You don't really hate me, do you?" Harry asked after a second, his body coming to its full length, Harry was only a few inches taller than him.

"I do," Draco answered, "get your things and leave."

"No, I don't think so."

"Think so, what?"

"To both, honestly," Harry waved and turned looking around the place, "I don't think you hate me Draco and I don't think I'll be leaving."

Draco groaned, "I'm writing Hermione."

"Do it," Harry spat, the only first real emotion he had shown the other since he woke up. Draco pressed his hand to the study door stepping in well aware Harry was following him. "Do what you always do, run away."

"We're not doing this again," Draco growled out, "it was a mistake, Harry. I shouldn't have entertained the idea of an us all those years ago and neither should you have. We'll never workout, so leave me alone."

"You're wrong," Harry grabbed Draco tightly, "stop doing this." His tone was soft, and he pulled Draco tight against him, "tell me you don't miss it, tell me you don't miss us... just hanging out. Forget everything else, Draco, just tell me you don't feel this."

Draco closed his eyes and shook his head, "I don't miss it, Potter. I want you to leave."

"No you don't." Harry whispered, his lips hovering over Draco's collarbone. "You want this too, just like me."

Draco pulled back, pushing Harry away, "I don't want this, Potter, because every time we entertain this idea I get hurt. You eat me alive, and you spit me back out."

"I'm different now, Draco, I promise." Harry begged his hand gripping the pale one tightly, "let me show you, give me a chance to show you."

Draco shook his head, and pulled away from Harry, "you need rest, go lay down."

"I'm not leaving you again," Harry shook his head, "every time I do you slip away." He looked around the study and moved over to the couch, sitting down.

"If you think I'm leaving you alone in this Manor you're wrong," Draco scoffed as Harry sat down and he moved over to his desk. The Prophet was on top he glanced over at Harry seeing the raven haired man already laying down and drifting off, so he sat at the desk and picked up the newspaper.

Our Hero, Then and Now.

Part Two: Now:

Coming face to face with Harry Potter, after all these years, for the second time was just as shocking and surreal as it was the first time. We met in a small coffee shop so as not to be bothered by unwelcome guests, Harry mentioned he still gets 'fans' coming up to him.

You might think meeting Harry Potter would be welcoming, warm and unlike anything else you ever get to do in your life and you'd only be right about one part. It is quite unlike anything else you'll ever do in your life. In this installment we will be looking at who the-boy-who-lived is just now a days. He's freshly turned 28, very fit and very single. I was shocked to see him drink more sugar in his tea than tea itself, but once we settled in with our cuppas we were able to get down to business and he was willing to answer practically any question I could have had.

Cont. 4

Draco flipped to page 4, his eyes scanning over the article before he sat back in his chair reading.

Now that you're done saving the world, Harry, what is it that fills your days?

Harry: Not a lot if I'm honest. I spend a lot of time reading, even more time building.

Building? What type of building do you do?

I build small things, simple things. A lot of furniture type things, I give them to people in need. People who don't have belongings, so they have at least something to call their own. I was one of them once, and sometimes that doesn't feel all too long ago.

You just turned 28 it's been 10 years since the war, a huge milestone honestly. 10 years of peace.

10 years of peace, is amazing. I feel so blessed to have been able to help out the world so much and in the ways I could. Being an adult, though. It is far from my cup of tea I am gathering. After the war I went straight to work, I didn't go back and take my exams I worked as an Auror for a while up until just a few months ago, actually. Now, I build things. I don't have much anymore, much of anything.

I don't even feel complete, not anymore. There is a huge part of something missing - it's just gone. I don't have any family... uhm, I do have some very good, good friends but I'm a bother more often than I am a help, I don't like children and they have two so a lot of the time I don't put myself out there to be around them, and I know they are trying to raise a family and take care of themselves. Plus I'm still trying to figure me out.

Not liking children, huh? Does that mean you don't want any, any day?

I don't see myself adopting, if that is what you mean. I don't have an interest in adopting and I don't like women so I don't have an interest in getting one pregnant.

Now the rumor was you and the Weasley girl were together for a while, was that correct?

Oh, yeah we were. A few years, she is a great girl. Amazing honestly, I loved her and cared for her very dearly but I just knew. For a long time I thought I was bisexual, or maybe just interested in men but I knew shortly after we decided to take it to the next level.

Ginny though, she's amazing, sweet and kind. She's practically perfect just not exactly my type.

Bisexual? How long have you been interested in the other sex?

Most of my life, ever since I can remember. I didn't date much in school, you see, I had a lot on my plate but there was a few people I tended to notice, think of. Most men, I'll admit, but Ginny was one of the few girls I found myself attracted too.

So, you crushed on blokes in school, who were they?

Ah, I don't mind telling you but it might not be fair for them. I do respect them and who they are.

Fair enough, care to tell me your type? Give some guys a head start?

It'd be real pointless to give people a head start, I'm in love Skeeter, with the most amazing guy anyone will ever know. He's perfect, he's beautiful, he's soft and kind... he has a terrible sense of humor and he's honestly, absolute trash at dancing.

He doesn't like many people and he trusts less people than he likes. He's brilliant, he knows so much - far more than I thought he would. And, he's good with his hands, spent a lot of time working construction. He's quiet and shy, he's horrible at holding his liquor and he's fantastic at up and leaving during tough times. But, gosh, is he perfect. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him, dream about him, wish he was with me.

That sounds like love, Harry. I say you got yourself a keeper, but if you got yourself someone so great then what do you mean you're single?

Oh, we're not together. He's, uh, busy with his life or so I would assume. He hasn't talked to me in three years.

Three years, Harry? And, you're still hung up?

Beyond belief.

Draco sat the newspaper down and looked over the sleeping Harry Potter on his couch, he folded the newspaper and put it in his top drawer before standing and walking over to Harry, he couldn't read anymore. He didn't want to.

"Potter," he said with a shoulder shake, "come on, get up." His voice was quiet as he gave him another shoulder shake, "let's get you to bed."

"I don't wanna leave you," Harry gripped the wrist of the hand that was giving him a jolt awake.

"Just moving you to bed, c'mon you gotta walk with me you're too heavy for me to carry." Draco whispered quietly as he started to help him sit up.

"Don't leave," Harry pleaded urgently, his voice quiet and laced with fatigue. Draco finally heaved Harry to his feet and the two walked out of the study, Draco looked towards the stairs and shook his head turning to head back down the hallway, there was no way he was going to be getting Harry up those stairs.

He sat the Gryffindor on the bed and pushed him back before taking his feet and helping him lay down then he pulled the covers up around the other. Harry looked around, seeming to be waking up slightly and Draco crawled up on the bed next to him, he looked over to the blonde as he laid down under the covers the two shared a quiet look, "we can be friends," Draco finally whispered.

"I'll take friends," Harry answered, his eyes drooping from exhaustion. "You did a number on me," he added before shutting his eyes.

"I learned," Draco answered just as quiet, reaching out to brush Harry's hair back.

The brunette smiled softly, "I'll be back to normal tomorrow."

"No, you won't," Draco shook his head and watched Harry frown, "you won't be back to normal for a while, you should have told someone."

"You left," Harry whispered, he didn't accuse him or say it harshly it was just a fact. "Who else was I supposed to tell?"

"Get some sleep Harry, we'll see how normal you are in the morning," Draco decided on saying and he laid there until the raven haired male drifted off.

Draco jolted sitting up straight and looking around the still dark room in shock. He could see the outline of his door opened and a body standing in the doorway, "lumos!" He called hurriedly and his wand lit showing Harry standing the doorway, breathing heavily, "what the fuck Potter?"

Harry seemed almost sheepish as he looked at Draco, clutching his side, "you have too many stairs, I uh..." Harry started and ran a hand through his hair trying to relax, "I thought you were gone."

"It's my goddamn house," Draco snapped, "now go back to bed." He demanded before noxing the light from his wand silently and turned to lay it on his bedside table, he heard the door shut and watched as the outline of Harry moved across his room in the moonlight, feeling the bed dip next to him.

"You're cute when you're angry, it's a different side than what I know," Harry whispered as he crawled into the bed.

Draco narrowed his eyes, knowing the other couldn't see him, "get in your own bed, not mine." He knew he sounded childish and scowled as the covers got adjusted, "and don't call me cute! Don't push your luck, Potter."

"Okay I won't call you cute," Harry agreed, but didn't get up. Draco heard the glasses being laid on the bedside table and the others wand and Draco laid back with a huff realizing Harry wouldn't be leaving the bed tonight.

When Draco woke the next time light was flitting through his dark grey drapes he moved to push up freezing when his hand made contact with Harry's bare chest. Oh no, he stayed still and took in his surroundings. Harry was still asleep sprawled out on the bed and Draco could tell he had been laying on the others chest.

The Slytherin quickly moved away, lying on his pillow and side as he looked at the raven haired man. Harry was breathing heavily, almost a snore but in a more soothing way. His hair was a mess, covering the side of his face and he was taking up every inch of available space on the bed, his leg even taking up space on Draco's side.

Draco watched the other squint his eyes, blinking a few times before rolling over and looking towards Draco he reached out, and Draco stayed still. His glasses weren't on, and the blonde didn't want to be caught sneaking a peek at the other man so he laid as still as he could. He wasn't sure what Harry saw when he looked without his glasses, all he knew was that it was fuzzy and not good. He had a hunch it was only outlines as Harry grumbled when his fingers fell short of making contact with Draco's body and he reached a bit further until finally the fingers slid over Draco's arm.

The fingers slipped down Draco's shoulder, across his pronounced collarbone and up his neck then his thumb slid across Draco's jaw and over his lips, where it lingered. The blonde watched Harry's smile, it was sweet, soft and sad. Then his hand fell away and Draco saw it reaching for his glasses, causing him to close his eyes. "Draco," Harry spoke quietly his hand reaching out to give the other a nudge, "time to wake up," he whispered quietly and nudged him again. Draco propped one eye open and looked at Harry, while rolling away. The brunette chuckled, "do you care if I shower?"

Draco lifted his free shoulder burrowing under the covers more when Harry pulled them back, "want to join?" He asked from the doorway the Slytherin could hear his smirk without even looking.

"Harry, friends don't shower together," he answered with a grunt not looking at the other.

"They could...," Harry added and just when Draco was about to tell him to piss off he heard the water running and finally looked over seeing the door halfway open but no Harry insight so he got up, grabbed his clothing quickly pulling them on and running out of the room without another word.

Harry true to his word never left Draco alone, wherever Draco was Harry was too. And, honestly, Draco didn't mind at all he had missed Harry's company though he would never admit it, the blonde was teaching him potions for his business and Harry was helping as much as he could. Even getting a few nods of approval from the painting of Severus the Slytherin had hanging up in the room he conducted his brewing in.

It had been a week and from the looks of it, Harry was moving in. At some point he had left to gather clothing but it wasn't any time Draco could remember so he figured it must have been when he was sleeping. The blonde couldn't figure out the fear but he didn't push the topic either, Draco didn't push any topic with Harry he also didn't bother asking questions. The two were just together, not alone. That was it.

This had to be the longest amount of time Harry had let Draco be on his own and he was outside flying, while the blonde watched him from the study window drinking his tea. "Master Malfoy, you have a guest," a house elf greeted and Draco looked over with an accepting nod.

A moment later Hermione was standing in the middle of the study with her son in her arms, "Hermione!" Draco excitedly sat his cup down and wrapping his arms around her in a hug before reaching out and taking the baby from her, cradling the small boy in his hold.

Hermione sat down on the couch, watching Draco as he held Hugo, "how is he?"

Draco looked up after a moment, still rocking Hugo back and forth, "I don't know, 'Mione. He's a right mess, I'll tell ya that." Draco sighed and moved out of the way as a house elf brought in a fresh tray of tea with an extra cup for Hermione. "He won't leave me alone, he's scared I'll leave. He doesn't talk much, like at all, unless he's asleep which he won't sleep unless he's in my bed." Draco explained with a heavy sigh, nuzzling Hugo close.

"What's he say?" Hermione asked fixing her tea as she asked.

"He screams a lot, I don't tell him though. He screams lots of angry words," Draco looked at her, sitting down on the couch and propping Hugo against his chest, "he whispers my name too, it's like the calm before the storm."

Hermione sat back against the chair, "what are you going to do?"

"We're friends, I told him that."

"Has he tried... anything?"

"No, he's been very respectful." Draco nodded, leaning forward and grabbing his tea cup before taking a sip, "he's not the Harry I know, or knew I should say. I shouldn't have left him 3 years ago."

Hermione gave a small sad smile, "well, he's here now and you're here now. I bet you two will figure it out."

Draco shrugged, "we'll see, it's hard for him to be my friend. I can tell he holds back a lot, I can see him struggle." Draco frowned and ran his hand over Hugo's hair, "do you think he loves me?"

"Yeah, I really do." Hermione answered, smiling as Draco held her son. "Where is he?"

"Flying," Draco gave a jerk towards the window, "he's been out there a few hours, and he's like clockwork though he'll be in for a tea in a few minutes. How's Rose doing?" Draco asked changing topics and held Hugo while listening to Hermione talk about Rose. When Harry came bounding in through the open study he almost froze at the sight of Hermione perched in her seat. She didn't stop her story, and Harry didn't interrupt he just moved over to make himself a cuppa and sat next to Draco on the two seater.

"Hey 'Mione," Harry smiled once she finished talking.

"Hey Harry," Hermione returned the smile, "how are you feeling?"

"Been better," he shrugged, taking a sip of the tea and glanced over at Draco. Draco had his eyes closed, as he rocked the baby slowly nuzzling him against his chest. "No Ron or Rose?"

"They're having a dad and daughter day," Hermione smiled fondly, "the two of them are inseparable."

"Good," Harry gave an awkward and obviously forced smile.

"Who is taking Rose this weekend?" Draco asked, looking up at Hermione in question.

"Molly is going to."

"Well, I could have watched her too Hermione," he frowned while pouting, his lips pushed out.

"Two is a handful, Draco, bub will be enough of one." She laughed and looked at her watch, "speaking of, I am supposed to meet them over there soon," jumping she took Hugo when Draco passed him to her.

"Too?" Harry asked looking towards Draco with a raised brow.

"I am watching Hugo this weekend," Draco answered, "Ron and Hermione are having a romantic getaway." Harry's eyes widened in shock and he turned away with a groan. "You can leave at any time." Draco snapped, taking Hugo back when Hermione passed him to him.

"Alright, Drake, the house elves took the bags and stuff, you should have everything you need," Hermione grinned and gave Draco a one armed hug before turning and hugging Harry as well.

"Bye Herms, have fun," Draco smiled as she hurried out the door.

"Bye 'Mione!" Harry called and once she was gone he looked at Draco, "do this often?"

"I used to watch Rose for them too, still do. Today just Hugo though," the blonde smiled as he looked down at Hugo, bouncing him in his arms. "Such a sweet baby boy, aren't you Hugo?" Draco asked kissing his forehead.

"I didn't know you liked children," Harry said after a moment.

"You don't know a lot of things about me, Harry," Draco started out of the room, heading to the nursery as Hugo was dozing off.

"I want to though," Harry smiled to himself at the fact Draco called him 'Harry' and watched the Slytherin laying his nephew down.

Draco stood and dimmed the lights before shutting the door silently, "what do you want to know?" He asked Harry stepping back into the study to pick up the tea tray.

"Everything," Harry gushed holding the door to the kitchen open and took a seat at a stool while watching. Draco set the tray down then he pulled himself up on the counter, looking at the other expectantly. The Gryffindor was a bit nervous, he hadn't had the chance to really talk to the blonde and now he did, "uh, so you like children?"

"I love children."

"How many do you want?"

"A lot, way more than I can have at this age."

"You're only 28, Draco, you can have children."

Draco rolled his eyes, "not really, I mean picture it. I'm 28 not in a relationship, mind you, nor does it look like I will be in one anytime soon. But let's say I find a guy my age, we work out and he actually wants to have children. So, by the time that topic gets brought up we're almost 30 and then 2 years for adoption and say we don't get rejected because we're a gay couple...eh, I've thought about it, a lot, Potter. I'm never going have to my own child."

"I bet you will, you just have to try. There are more than enough guys that would love to be in a relationship with you, I am sure."

Draco chuckled, "you're absolute shit at being not jealous just so you know Potter."

"Is that why we won't work out? The children thing?" Harry asked glancing over with a nervous sigh, Draco looked at him with a quirked brow and the brunette felt himself blush, "I'd have seven for you, Draco. You'd have to teach me, but I'd do it." The Slytherin laughed openly and Harry blushed even brighter feeling stupid, "I mean, I know you don't like me and all I'm just saying that if you ever decided to give me a shot because you know, I love you...I wouldn't bat an eye if you asked for children. Now or 10 years down the road." Draco's laugh turned into a smile as he studied the man.

"It's not that I don't like you, Harry," the blonde started and Harry's head snapped up at the mention of his first name for the second time in the last hour, "I like you, a lot. I really do, I'm just not so sure I should. You hurt me, and I deserve better than that."

"Yeah, you do," Harry agreed and he stood up, walking over to Draco, "but please give me a chance to prove I can be better, that's all I'm asking."

"I am," Draco answered, "don't fuck it up, Potter."

Harry woke with a startle, his hand reaching out for Draco but the bed was cold and empty next to him. "Draco?" He called out frantically jumping up and grabbing his wand, "Draco?" He called again hurrying out of the room and looking out in the hallway. He saw a light down the stairs on and hurried down skidding to a halt when he heard the one he was looking for singing.

"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines.. Ding ding dong, ding ding dong." Draco continued humming in tune and Harry peeked into the sitting room, watching the man rock the baby as he hummed. His eyes were closed and Harry stood quietly, leaning against the door frame with a smile.

"Wanna hold him, Potter?" Draco asked, peeking an eyelid open and gesturing towards Harry.

Harry swallowed nervously and stepped forward, "ok," he bent over Draco taking the baby from his arms and cradling him.

"Be gentle," Draco instructed his hand never leaving Hugo's head, "there you go." He smiled and Harry stood up more, bouncing him slowly.

"The song?" He asked after a moment, looking at Draco.

"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous? Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines.." Draco sang softly, Harry watching his mouth, "ding, ding dong. Ding, ding dong."

"You're perfect," Harry smiled and looked back down at Hugo. He hummed the tune softly, his chest vibrating as Hugo fell asleep.

Hermione stared at Draco, laughing, "what?" He growled with a snap.

"It's cute," she added after minute, her laughter subsiding, "he loves you Drake, you need to give him a chance."

"A chance?" Draco growled, "he did it on purpose, but oh Merlin.." Draco groaned and fell onto the couch seat lulling his head back with a sigh.

"Alright, I got all of us te-" Harry started walking into the front room of Ron and Hermione's house, coming to a stop at the look on Draco's face.

"Alright, got the kids down," Ron smiled plucking a glass of tea from Harry and sitting next to Hermione, looking at the three properly.

"What's going on in here?" Harry asked, looking between Draco and Hermione.

"Nothing." "You." They answered at the same time and Draco looked at Hermione with a glare, "shut it, Granger." Harry chuckled at that and moved sitting next to Draco as he sat the cups down, shaking his head.

"How was Hugo?" Ron asked, his arm snaking across Hermione's shoulders.

"He was great," the Slytherin smiled, "an absolute doll, thank you so much for letting me watch him."

Ron smiled, "Rose was not happy Hugo got to go Uncle Dray's and she didn't."

"I told Hermione I would have been more than happy to take them both," he chuckled, "I'll take her out this week sometime, what day works best for you?"

Ron shrugged, "any, as far as I know, I can take her with me to work and you can grab her from the shop - hm?"

Draco thought it over, "I have a few appointments on Monday and Tuesday, how about Wednesday afternoon?"

Harry watched as Draco made the plans with Ron, he couldn't actually believe he didn't want to have children at one point in his life, (i.e. two days ago). Seeing Draco with Hugo and seeing Draco light up at the idea of taking Rose out for a day made Harry so happy. It was his whole future, how could he have not wanted this at one point?

Draco was his future, no matter what. Nothing was going to change that.


October 2008

"Why do we have to go?" Harry whined from the bed, he was flopped over his legs hanging off the side and he pouted towards the bathroom door.

Draco smiled as he came out of the bathroom and laughed loudly seeing the pout on Harry's face. "That isn't going to work."

Harry groaned and sat up, "fine," he crossed his arms and looked at Draco, "I get to pick the stupid costumes." He said after a moment.

"Oh, do you?" Draco asked with a quirked brow, watching as Harry's smile grew.

"Oh, I do."

Harry and Draco laughed as they looked at each other, "I did not stand that way!" Draco finally growled poking Harry in the side as he looked him over, "it's like this." Draco stood with his nose held high, and a practiced sneer on his face.

Harry rolled his eyes, "that's what I was doing!"

"No, it wasn't! You make it seem like you have something awful under your nose." Draco groaned and he pulled on an overly proud look before looking back at Harry properly.

Harry howled with laughed, "oh piss off Malfoy! I have never worn that expression in my life!"

"Yeah, you have. 4th year, remember that hideous fucking haircut you had," Draco asked and stood back adjusting the wig he had bought before pressing his wand to it. "I look just like you, 4th year."

Harry laughed shaking his head, "not even close!"

"No, I do. I just need a gaggle of girls and a golden egg and I'm all set."

Harry took him by the chin the extreme confidence wiping off his face and out came the shy, flushed face guy he had been living with for almost three months now. "The scar is crooked," Harry was saying and helped adjusting it then he stood back, "looking good Potter."

"I want to die every time you call me that," Draco collected himself with a throat clear.

Harry laughed and straightened his robes, well they were Malfoy's robes. Pitch black save the green Slytherin emblem on them, "never thought I'd see you in Gryffindor colors, Draco."

"I never thought I'd be in Gryffindor colors, Potter." He answered, "I feel like I'm missing something."

"Oh! I know what it is." Harry exclaimed and opened his own school trunk that he had brought over when the idea dawned on him, the two dressing up as each other at Hogwarts. He pulled out his old glasses, "I almost forgot." He pushed out both of the glass lenses, and handed them to Draco, "there we go."

"I don't wear glasses... Potter, got contacts?"

Harry nodded, "I do, I hate wearing them though." He grumbled and grabbed something else before stepping into the bathroom to put them in.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were me," the blonde laughed once he emerged, and reached out adjusting his dyed blonde hair.

Harry laughed, "same, I can't believe that is the hair you're going with, though," his groan was quiet after a second of staring at the man.

"Well, it fits my practiced Potter look." Draco snickered, then glanced at his watch, "come on, Potter, time to go."

About 10 minutes later the two of them strolled up the path to the Burrow. Both with their expressions in place as they started in. Harry as Draco knocking Draco as Harry out of the way effortlessly causing the other to laugh, "out of my way Pot-ter."

Draco chuckled and watched the other entering the house just as dramatically as he had been practicing all week around the manor before he followed suit, "Oh, this is gold!" Ron howled with laughter when he caught sight of the two, "absolute gold!" Hermione was laughing too hard to even talk and soon others around them got a glimpse of their costumes and fell to hysterics as well.

"Good pick eh, Malfoy?"

"I'd say so, Potter."

"Ahhhh," Draco groaned as he woke, pressing his hand to the ground and pushing himself up. He felt a pair of eyes on himself and looked to see Rose staring at him. "Hey Rosie," he whispered and reached over to press a kiss to her cheek.

Rose giggled and tackled him, pushing him back to his back, "UNCY DRAY!" She yelled excitedly, squeezing him, Draco bit the inside of his cheek the headache he had was pounding relentlessly. The blonde looked around the room, he was laying on the living room floor of Ron and Hermione's house he couldn't remember how he got here or when he got here.

"Uncle Draco needs medicine," he finally spoke up and stood as he held her, when he stood his blanket fell and he felt very naked, looking down he let out a startled yelp and grabbed the blanket wrapping it around his waist tying it so it wouldn't slide off again.

"Draco?" Hermione called, peeking into the room, "what's the matter?"

"I'm naked?" He asked holding Rose with one arm and the blanket up with the other hand.

Hermione laughed, "you and Ronald played drunk wizarding chess and when that got boring you played drunk strip wizarding chess."

"I lost?"

"You both lost," Hermione smiled and took Rose, "let Uncle Draco go change and then you can have him back." She was saying to the screaming Rose as she took her into the other room, Draco hurried to the bathroom, after grabbing his clothing off the ground groaning when he saw the door was closed.

He knocked on the door, "almost done!" Harry yelled back, Draco looked around awkwardly and started to push it open, "give me a second!"

"It's me," Draco called "is it okay?"

Harry jerked the door open quickly, the blonde almost fell in, and nodded, "get in."

Draco would have laughed if his head wasn't throbbing and shut the door behind him, "I stripped last night?" The Slytherin asked, feeling his face flush as the very naked and not covered at all Harry Potter stood before him brushing his teeth.

"Oh yeah you did," Harry winked at him through the mirror and Draco looked away, spotting a hangover cure on the sink picking it up and drinking it in one go. "And, who the fuck is screaming out there?"

Rose. "Oh shit," Draco sighed and dropped his blanket while quickly pulling his jeans on, "Rose, I had to change because I was naked and she wants me." Draco was saying and pulled the shirt over his head before turning the faucet on and ducking his head underneath it.

"She'd live without you for one second," Harry smirked turning around, still naked, and looking at Draco, "you got dressed awfully quick."

"Of course I did I can shower later," Draco said with a wave, "Rose wants me." And with that he left the bathroom, his face red as he hurried back into the living room and far away from naked Harry Potter.

"You okay?" Hermione asked looking Draco over with a lifted brow.

"Harry," Draco said and then bent and picked up the screaming Rose. "Ahh, Uncle Draco is here now!" He nuzzled his cheek against hers, "what're we going to do?" Rose made a 'brrroom' noise and Draco chuckled, "wanna play broom?" He asked sitting her on his arm. "Are you ready Miss Rose?" Rose giggled, nodding, "say go," Draco smiled at her tickling her sides.

"Go go go go go!" Rose squealed and Draco took off running through the house, his arm the 'broom' she was riding on.

Harry watched from the kitchen, standing there with Hermione as he poured himself a cup of coffee, "he sure loves those children."

"Yeah, he does." Hermione nodded as she cooked up breakfast.

"I told him I'd have a child, if he wanted." Harry said suddenly.

"I know he told me," Hermione smiled, "did you mean it?"

"I did, he can have whatever he wants," Harry took a drink of the coffee, smiling as he watched Draco finally stop and out of breath. "I love him, he's my ketamine... I can't get enough."

"Being addicted doesn't mean you love him," Hermione sighed softly as she looked up, "he deserves the best."

"He does," Harry nodded and gritted his teeth when Rose squealed loudly. "I hate kids, 'Mione."

Hermione laughed, turning the stove off as she put the bacon on a plate, "better get used to it, if you really want to make it work with him."

Harry took the plate setting the table as Ron came out holding his head with a groan, "'ey mate," Harry greeted Ron, "coffee?" Ron nodded, before laying his cheek on the table. Harry laughed, "Draco kicked your ass last night," he started as he poured Ron a coffee.

Hermione chuckled and shushed Harry, "they both lost." She shook her head and gave Harry a light smack, and Harry sat the coffee on the table for Ron receiving a grumble from the man.

"NOOOOO!" Rose squealed and Ron jumped up glaring into the living room.

"Oh, that has to stop," he groaned and Harry sat down, jerking his finger at Ron.

"See, I'd be like Ron."

Draco came into the kitchen with a giggling Rose on his shoulders and he sat down, "'ey Ron."

"You got her wound up Draco, you better get her unwound," Ron glared from his propped up position.

"Ah we're just playing," Draco laughed and pulled Rose down sitting her on his lap, "ready to eat big girl?"

"YESSSS!"

Draco chuckled, "Rose, we gotta stop yelling okay?" Rose shook her head and Draco quirked a brow, holding up his pinky, "want a promise?"

"Yes!"

"Then no more yelling, we talk quietly okay?" Draco scolded her seriously Rose nodded back seriously before taking his pinky and wrapping her hand around it. "Promise?"

"Pomice," she whispered before getting down and running over to her highchair.

"Thank you," Ron groaned and drank the hangover cure Hermione sat in front of him.

Everyone settled into their chairs making their plates and digging in, "this is amazing Hermione, thank you." Draco smiled before taking a bite.

"Yeah, thanks Hermione," Harry nodded shoving bacon in his mouth.

"I honestly have no idea how you are so fit," Draco gave the man sideways glance, "he has the worst eating habits." The blonde continued, "yet here he is, fit as ever."

Harry laughed munching on more bacon, "I do not have bad eating habits, and I am not really that fit, not anymore."

"Oh, like hell." Draco rolled his eyes and took a bite of the eggs, his cheeks red as he looked down wishing he hadn't said anything.

Ron chuckled, "he's always been that way, honestly."

"Yeah I figured," Draco lifted a shoulder then perked up at the sound of Hugo crying. "C-can I go get him?" He asked hurriedly as Hermione started to get up.

"You sure?" Hermione paused, Draco was already on his feet.

"If you don't mind, I'd love to."

"Yeah, that's fine." Hermione chuckled and Draco hurried up the stairs, going to get Hugo.

Harry looked at Ron and Hermione, "he thinks I'm fit?"

"Well Merlin, Harry you are." Hermione waved her hand, "now, shut up."


14 February 2009

Draco took a deep breath looking at himself in the mirror, I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. "Yeah?" He yelled jerking his head to the door when Harry pounded on it.

"You okay, Draco?" Harry asked through the door trying the handle.

"Stay out," Draco called, "I'm fine, I'll be out in a second." He waited quietly until he heard the retreating sound then the bed creaking. It was bed time, well past if Draco was honest. He had said he was taking a shower almost an hour and a half ago. I can do this. It is just Harry Potter out there. No one special, nothing special, Draco thought while staring at himself he flipped the light off, unlocking the door and walking out.

"You okay, Dray?" Harry asked getting off the bed from his sitting pose.

"I'm okay, Potter," Draco gave a nod and hurried over to the bed climbing up on it.

"Be right back," Harry smiled and closed the bathroom door behind him, Draco adjusted the sleeping pants he wore, and pulled his tank top off throwing it across the room scolding himself for not being brave enough to leave it in the bathroom.

It's just Harry, no need to be nervous. He said to himself, just Harry, its ok. I can be myself with him. I can do this. The blonde jumped up half standing, half sitting on the bed as he stared at Harry when he came through the door.

"Draco, really are you okay?" Harry asked and walked towards Draco with a concerned look on his face.

Now or never, Draco. Do it. He encouraged himself and then he lunged at Harry, eliciting a yelp from the other as he threw him against the wall with a roughness that was beyond awkward. The Slytherin slammed against Harry, pushing him against the wall and gave his hips a roll into the other. He had done things like this before, the two of them even had but he had never been the one to initiate and it had been years and Draco Malfoy was a ball of nerves and mush in the wake of Harry Potter.

The brunette stared at him with wide eyes, Draco's were tightly shut almost like he was squinting and Harry stood still against the wall in shock Draco's body hard and uncomfortable against his. What the fuck?

When Draco peeked an eye open looking at Harry's scared and worried expression and he felt a wave of rejection wash over him. It might have been four years since he and Harry had done anything and Harry was the last person he did anything with him, but he knew what rejection felt like.

This, it felt exactly like this.

He pulled back instantly, dropping his arms and tears fell down his cheeks as he looked at Harry, "S-sorry."

The Gryffindor cleared his throat, "was that intentional?"

Draco crossed his arms against his body, backing away, sure it was only a matter of time until Harry would move on. Only a matter of time until Harry would want to be just friends, for real. While Draco was being a nervous mess, and avoiding his attraction and love for the other, the other was bound to move on. Of course. "No, sorry." Draco spat out, angrily wiping his tears away.

"It felt intentional, I think?" Harry suggested, still pressed against the wall as if Draco was still awkwardly holding him down. "I mean, was it supposed to be spontaneous?"

"It was nothing, forget it!" Draco snapped, his anger and embarrassment taking over and Harry bringing it up was not helping him feel better at all.

"I don't want to forget it, I mean," Harry reached out pulling Draco towards him with a hand on the blonde's cheek his thumb wiping the tears away, "it was awful, but you kissed me." Harry whispered and closed the distance between them pressing his lips to Draco's in a much softer kiss, but the passion was still there.

It was pure passion, the two of them were kerosene and fire. Their mouths taking the others as their own and feeding the fire of passion as much as they could. When Harry pulled back Draco's eyes stayed closed and his lips searched for Harry's.

"You want me against the wall," Harry asked in a whisper, he didn't want to upset Draco and he most certainly didn't want to stop this either, "are you settled on that?"

Draco opened his eyes finally with a blush, Draco wasn't any more confident in himself now than he was before but the idea did appeal to him: not being submissive, for once in his life. He looked at Harry for a moment, quietly, his mind playing over a few of their heated moments all those years ago and Draco imagined himself in Harry's shoes. The things he said, the things he did, the way he seemed to take up all the space in the room, the way he seemed to be everywhere and all over him. Draco didn't want to be that person, he needed Harry to be that person.. But, maybe. Just once?

"Yes," Draco finally answered, kissing Harry softly.

Harry smiled pulling Draco close to him their bodies pressed up against each other roughly. He moved his mouth against the other's until he felt him relax, the blonde sighed into Harry's hot, open mouth and finally pressed his hands against Harry pushing him backwards against the wall. He held the other in place with a weak grasp his hips rocked up against Harry's stationary pose, baring his teeth, "Draco," Harry gasped out when the blonde bit his shoulder perhaps a little rougher rather than enjoyable.

He looked at the nervous blonde watching him struggle with his nerves, his hands were sweaty as they pressed against Harry's hips and his face was bright red as he breathed hard against Harry's neck. The Gryffindor slipped his arms around Draco rubbing his palm against the others back in a soothing way and Draco tensed from the touches at first, his body aching for it. For release.

He ground his hips tightly against Harry rocking them forward in a circular motion and Harry rubbed his back softly as Draco's mouth worked his neck leaving marks, bites and suckles on the tight skin. Draco groaned loudly his chest rubbing against Harry's taut chest and he pressed his lips back to Harry's. Their teeth clashing but Draco was too far gone now to feel it. He bit Harry's lip as they kissed, sucking on it hungrily and then his mouth popped open his moan lost in Harry's mouth as his hips stuttered forward.

Harry stayed as still as he had just moments before his hands pressed to the small of Draco's back, his mouth half open, his eyes wide and his body frozen against the hard wall of the room. Draco's breathing was rough and he pushed back from Harry in an instant, "I fucked up." Was all he said as he backed away from the other, falling on the bed when his legs hit it.

"You didn't," Harry gushed suddenly, not sure if he should move or not, "you didn't fuck up at all, Draco."

"I did," Draco whispered his face shading and his body rigid.

"No, no, no," Harry answered while stepping away from the wall and inching towards the distressed man.

"I shouldn't have done this, I didn't mean to..." Draco trailed off his whole body a light shade of pink from embarrassment, his hand swiping out between them as his head fell.

Harry wasn't sure if he meant just what exactly happened or if he meant coming onto him. "Draco, really, it's okay. Nothing to be embarrassed about," Harry grinned and dropped to his knees in front of Draco, looking at him properly. The blonde frowned a fresh set of tears falling and Harry cupped his cheeks holding his face as he thumbed the tears away.

"I'm sorry," Draco whispered and Harry could see his eyes trailing across his neck. He had felt a few trickles of blood and knew there were a few bruises already formed as well, "I'm so sorry Harry."

Harry smiled at the use of his name, and leaned forward slowly before pressing a much softer kiss to Draco's swollen lips. "Don't apologize," Harry whispered against the lips, then he pulled back to stand. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of sleeping pants before placing them on the bed, "I'll be back in a moment, give you some privacy." Harry suggested, starting towards the door.

"No, don't." Draco said, standing suddenly, reaching out for Harry, "don't leave me."

Harry woke to the feeling of a tickle on his side, his body quivering slightly as he cracked an eye open. He saw the outline of Draco lying against him and reached for his glasses, pushing them in place. When he looked down again he saw Draco was lying on top of him his fingers tracing the muscles of his body.

"When you wake up you gasp," Draco greeted him quietly, turning to look at Harry, "almost like you haven't breathed in a long time."

Harry smiled down at the blonde and ran his fingers through his messy hair, "good morning."

Draco leaned up and kissed his chest, his legs tangled up in Harry's, "you were dreaming about me?"

Harry lifted a brow with a grin, "I was, how'd you know?"

"You were whispering my name," Draco softly kissed Harry's collarbone whose mouth popped open when he felt the others hand brush over his shaft, "and then I felt this."

He grabbed the blonde's wrist in a loose hold, "careful what you start, Draco." Draco's face flushed bright red and Harry's arm tightened as he started to pull back and sit up, keeping him pressed against his body. "Not trying to go anywhere are you?"

Draco shook his head no, quickly, avoiding Harry's intense gaze. His fingers twitched and Harry pressed his hand down against his own shaft watching Draco's eyes widen at the gesture. His fingers moved uncertainly as he palmed Harry through his boxers, the black haired man shuddering with a sigh, his eyes staying locked with Draco's. Draco, with the help of Harry's hand pressed against his, started moving with more confidence.

"Why do I make you so nervous?" He whispered, watching the nerves flashing across Draco's face.

"You're Harry Potter," Draco answered his face flushing as he admitted it and then he looked down biting his lip, "and I'm just Draco."

Harry flipped them over so he was hovering above Draco, looking down at him, "you're more than just Draco to me." Harry whispered, "you're everything." The Slytherin blushed and looked away his hand dropping, he watched Draco pulling away from him and sighed quietly, sitting back, "I'll go shower."

Draco looked up, "I.." Harry paused, on his knees Draco's leg between his own, "I thought?"

"What?"

"Y'know.." Draco trailed off blushing as he failed to use words.

Harry smiled, "that's not important to me, you're important to me." He whispered, "you don't feel comfortable yet. It's fine."

"I want you," Draco whispered, throwing Harry off as the raven haired man looked down at Draco in question, "I want to know what you were dreaming about, please tel- Please show me?"

"Am I really your first guy?" Harry asked staring at him seriously.

Draco nodded looking down at Harry's barely concealed erection and back up to his bright green eyes, "please?"

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Harry spoke softly and trailed his hand up Draco's leg.

"Yes," Draco nodded, swallowing nervously and his breath came out in a burst of air.

Harry dipped down, his lips moving over Draco's soft body, he playfully nipped the alabaster skin leaving soft light pink marks where his teeth had been. Draco sighed with the feeling and shivered as Harry's hands slid over his skin, they were rough compared to Draco's skin and moved hungrily not at all matching the way their owners mouth was tasting the pale body before him. Harry slipped his hands down and under Draco's sleeping pants, his fingers wrapping around the cock and stroking it slowly.

"You," Draco breathed out in a hiss as his hands were gripping Harry's waist.

"This is my dream Draco Malfoy," Harry smiled down at Draco, watching the blonde blush his hands falling to the bed as Harry stroked him harder, faster. His lips sucked at the back of Draco's jaw, where the neck and jaw meet, and Draco gasped lifting off the bed as he cried out his hips moving to thrust up into Harry's hand. "Mm," Harry hummed, kissing along Draco's jaw line and up to his lips as he pulled his hand away and pushed the pants down to leave him naked on the bed before him.

Harry sat on his knees between Draco's legs, pushing his own boxers down then he grabbed Draco by the hips pulling him forward, their eyes locked as Harry rubbed his cock against Draco, smearing his precum over the others dick. This was the first time they had touched this way, before it was always Harry getting Draco off - not that he minded in the slightest and Draco had definitely not tried at all to help the other. This was different. Completely different.

Harry thrust up unable to help himself the two of them moaning and he reached down grabbing Draco up in his arms. He wasn't close enough, he couldn't be close enough he wanted nothing more than to wrap around him and never let him go. Draco seemed to understand this as he wrapped both of his arms around Harry tightly, his legs coming out to wrap around his hips and the two clutched each other, as they rubbed against each other roughly. Harry pressed his lips up in a kiss, slipping his tongue in Draco's mouth without much of a warning tasting the other's moan as it slipped out.

He felt Draco's hand grip his shaft loosely, and thrust up into the hand their chests brushing against each other. Harry trailed his palm down Draco's neck and shoulder, "I'm close," the blonde whispered pulling back and opening his eyes as he looked at Harry.

Harry smiled against his lips, kissing him briefly and gripped Draco's cock, "cum," he answered stroking him up through the orgasm. Draco tossed his head back and fell out of Harry's hold back on the bed. Harry took the cum sprayed hand and wrapped it around himself looking down at Draco's body in a way that made the blonde squirm. No one had ever looked at him like that, ever. Harry stroked his length slowly, pushing his hips into his hand.

"You're so fucking perfect," the brunette growled through a tight throat, his voice quivering with need. "So fucking perfect, so soft and beautiful." Draco flushed, held in place by Harry's gaze. "So perfect," Harry's hand stroked faster, he was close. So close. "I'm gonna cum on your chest, Draco. Using your own cum as lube... you're such a dirty boy aren't you?" Draco nodded, mesmerized by the words and how they sounded like heaven rather than dirty. He figured Harry could say anything in that voice and Draco would think it was the words and voice of God, and he was more than willing to find out. "Next time I'll cum in your mouth, watch you wrap your red swollen lips around my cock and suck me off." Harry gasped out his body quivering, he moaned and with one last thrust and stroke he fell forward his free hand catching him before he collided with Draco's body and he shot his load out against Draco's chest as he said he would moaning Draco's name from somewhere deep in his throat.

Harry's breathing came out in rough pants and he rolled over on his back, lying next to Draco. "You okay?" He asked, glancing at Draco who was running a finger down his chest through Harry's cum. Draco turned, flushing at being caught and grabbed his wand casting a cleaning charm over the two. "That's not really an answer to the question," Harry whispered and moved to his side, kissing Draco's shoulder.

Draco chuckled, "I'm okay," he whispered, "I was just thinking."

"About?"

"The things you were saying," Draco looked at Harry with a quirked brow.

"Were they too much? I'm sorry I can stop." Harry snaked an arm around Draco's body holding him.

He shook his head, "I like them."

"Mm, you are a dirty boy," Harry smiled against Draco's neck giving him soft kisses as he held him tightly. Draco giggled nervously, tucking himself against Harry the two drifting back to sleep.

Harry stared at his reflection in the mirror, a finger trailing along his collarbone where a bruise sat from Draco's mouth, he closed his eyes as he trailed his fingers up his neck and felt the sensitive spot on his neck with a shudder. I need to heal these, he thought opening his eyes to look at his neck. He could see the outline of Draco's teeth and smiled lightly. Harry wasn't much of a fan at all about the biting or any other type of pain during sex but he could tell Draco was.

He would have to try to adjust and to have a conversation about it, if he could ever get Draco relaxed enough to talk about kinks. He heard the calling of his name and turned towards the door as he realized it was coming from down stairs. "Potter, you better not be sleeping again!" Followed and Harry chuckled taking his sweater off the counter and heading down the stairs, he took them two at a time as he unfolded the light weight sweater coming to a stop at the sitting room with a small groan when he heard Rose giggling.

"Hey Ha- WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOUR NECK?" Hermione asked in a stern tone, jumping from her seat and gripping Harry by the jaw, her face moved from confused to embarrassed in a matter of seconds as she took a step back and shot a quick glance at Draco who was staring at Harry with flushed cheeks. "Well, put your shirt on," she snapped and walked back over to her seat.

Ron chuckled at his wife, settling back as Harry pulled the sweatshirt on and took his own seat. "I see you two, uh...?"

Harry rolled his eyes at his best friend and gave him a pointed look to shut him up, before looking over to Draco and Rose who were lying on the floor. "They're having a secret meeting," Hermione answered Harry's quirked brow, Harry chuckled watching Rose squeezing Draco's neck as she 'whispered' in his ear. Draco was cringing slightly, biting his bottom lip as he listened trying not to laugh.

"What are you two doing today?" Harry asked after a moment looking back to the two on the couch.

"Well," Hermione started, "we came to see if Draco and uh.. You, I guess? Would be willing to watch the two tonight, Valentine's Day snuck up on us with the busy week we had."

"Yeah!" Draco answered quickly, "I would love to Hermione."

"We can't," Harry interjected, "we have plans tonight, Draco."

Draco furrowed his brow then his mouth popped open, "oh, I forgot about that thing."

"Thing?" Harry asked leaning forward, and watched as Draco flushed again before looking back at Hermione and Ron, "well, I guess we can."

"Uh.. It's okay, we can ask Mum." Ron suggested quickly, uncertainly.

Harry shrugged as he sat back, "honestly, it was just a thing don't worry about."

Draco frowned, "we can go out tomorrow?"

"We'll take them to Molly's?" Hermione asked fidgeting nervously, "we really shouldn't have just assumed."

"No, you shouldn't have," Harry agreed, "but you did, so here we are."

Ron cleared his throat, the four sitting still even Rose was just leaning against Draco who was jumping to his feet and gathering Hugo the moment he let out a cry from his carrier, Rose climbed up on his lap and he held them both, whispering nonsense to Hugo.

"We could ask Molly, and double?"

Harry shook his head, "no offense Hermione, but I'd really rather not have our first date be a double with you two."

Draco clicked his tongue, standing to lay Hugo on a blanket on the floor since he had quieted down and sat Rose down as well. "You," he said with a point at Harry, "can drop the attitude. Pansy is having a party, an engagement party, tonight. Blaise proposed a few days ago and they are announcing tonight." Draco explained, sitting next to Harry, "Potter and I were going to dinner beforehand then stop there, so it wasn't much of a proper date anyway."

Harry sputtered, looking at Draco in shock, "not a proper date?" He demanded in shock, "And, why not?"

"If you think one quick dinner then a party with people neither of us really like is an ideal first date for me, Draco Malfoy, you are so very mistaken Potter and we have a lot to discuss." Draco snapped his perfectly practiced sneer in place.

"Fine, we can double and then go to the party," Harry answered with a sigh as he sat back, smiling to himself when the other turned away and grabbed his cup of tea, submissive in the bedroom and just as defiant out of it.