A/n: HI. PLEASE READ AND STOP FLAMES. That's all, love you all v much. Thank you.

Warnings: K E K

Totally A/U. DracoxHarry. I don't owe Harry Potter, if I did Draco'd be a bit less proper.


13 June 2009

"Avada Kedavra."

Harry watched in horror using the last of his strength to scramble forward, lurching at Draco to push him down but he was too late and he knew he was too late before he even moved. Draco crumpled to the floor, his legs buckling under his weight and he fell to the ground with a deafening thud.

Harry climbed over him, pulling him up against his chest sobs streaming down his face as he clutched the body of the other tightly, "no." Harry whispered, shaking his head and holding Draco in his arms as he rocked back and forth, "no, no, no."

Harry pushed his nose against Draco's neck taking in deep breathes as he sobbed, his body shaking as he cried, "no, no." He whispered and picked up his wand, pressing it to Draco's chest, "consenesco." He whispered watching a white light coming from his wand but falling almost immediately, "consenesco." Harry continued, repeating the spell too many times to keep count. And Draco laid there unmoving, growing cold and stiff in Harry's arms. "Draco, come back." Harry sobbed, he wasn't sure he had anymore tears but as he pulled back to look into the perfectly formed and more pale than usual face he knew he would never run out of tears for this loss.

Draco was his whole life, and his whole life was gone.

"Take me," Harry yelled looking up towards the sky, his eyes coming to the ceiling, "take me instead!" He screamed out in a yell, jumping to his feet Draco's body clamoring to the ground with what sounded like a hollow, lifeless thud. "Give him back, take me instead!" Harry sobbed out as he screamed, his hands in fist shaking, "...take me, instead." He whispered softly his voice cracked and strained.

Harry fucking saint Potter. Rang in his head and Harry snapped his head to look at Draco, "you didn't mean it, I know you didn't." He whispered, "you can only kill if you mean it." Harry continued talking aloud, pacing back and forth in front of Draco's body, "you can only kill someone if you mean it." You fucked up my whole life. Harry cringed, shaking his head, he didn't mean it. He didn't.

I don't want this, I can't do this anymore. Harry swallowed roughly, looking down at the blonde on the floor. He bent over Draco pressing his forehead to his cold shoulder silent tears coming down in streams, "I love you Draco, I love you so much it hurts."

Crucio.

Harry shook his head, his body quivering and he pressed his lips to Draco's forehead a strangled cry coming out, "you didn't mean it, did you baby?"

Harry stared down at the blonde, his eyes shutting as he gripped the other tighter, laying next to him and wrapping his arms around Draco's cold, lifeless body tightly. Just a few more moments. That was all he needed, Harry could figure it out. He could save him, he just needed a few more minutes to think.

I love you, Harry. Avada Kedavra.


14 June 2009

"Harry?" Hermione asked, giving him a nudge awake.

"What?" Harry asked, jumping up and looking around the room.

"It's okay, we are here mate." Ron stood awkwardly looking as if he was about to reach out and hug him. Harry's eyes fell over Blaise, Pansy and Hermione, his mind seeming to register everything that happened. He wasn't sure how he had gotten to Hermione's house or when, for that matter.

"Harry," Harry turned his unfocused eyes towards Blaise the pain in Harry's almost heart breaking.

"Draco," Harry whispered softly, "he's gone." The other four stood quietly, awkwardly, in front of Harry not sure what to say or do. He fell back on the couch, the sudden and very real realization washing over him as he came to. Harry just wanted to go back to sleep, he didn't want to be awake, he didn't want to be alive.

"Harry, you should eat something," Hermione said quietly pushing a plate of hot food towards Harry, "then we can talk about what exactly we are going to do."

"We aren't going to do anything," Harry shook his head and grabbed his wand, "where is he?"

Hermione frowned at her friend, "Harry, we need to think rationally."

"I just want to see him, Hermione." Harry pleaded, "where is he?"

"He's still at the manor, they are just finishing up by now. Getting him ready."

"Ready?" Harry asked, "no, not yet. I need more time."

"More time?"

"Yes, more time and I will solve everything. I will bring him back." Harry said with a nod, "I just need him." And with a pop he disparated from the middle of their living room to the Manor.


15 June 2009

Hermione held her cuppa tightly, staring down into the dark liquid, "I don't know anything, anymore."

"Hermione, it's not your fault," Blaise consoled her moving over next to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"He trusted me to help him, he trusted me to be there and I wasn't," she spoke quietly, looking down into the mug as she did.

"We have to do something soon," Pansy interjected, "things are going to get bad and quick."

"It's only been two days, Pansy," Blaise said with a small huff as he dropped his arm from Hermione's shoulders, "give him some time."

"We're all grieving here," Pansy snapped at Blaise, the piece of hair she was twisting came out in her anger and she stared down at the hair in her hand before standing abruptly, "I'm losing my hair."

"It's ok Pansy," Blaise got up and walked over to his fiance, wrapping his arms around her as she cried against his shoulder, timidly petting her hair. "We just have to give Harry some time, okay? He needs to process everything before he makes this public."

And as if he heard his name Harry came into the room, his eyes darted to each of the three in the room before he straightened the flannel of Draco's he had been wrapped in for the last two days, "I will make the announcement tomorrow," he said softly, "but right now I want to be alone."

"Harry, I-"

"I want to be alone, Hermione," Harry said sternly, his hands in fist as he looked at her.

Hermione stood with a frown but grabbed her jacket, Blaise and Pansy collected their coats as well and each gave Harry as hug as they passed. "Harry," Blaise started softly, "if you need anything, let us know?"

Harry nodded, and wrapped his arms around Hermione tightly, "thank you so much for being here, I just need to be alone for a while."

"I understand, Ron and I will be here first thing in the morning," she kissed his cheek and followed Blaise and Pansy outside.

Harry had already excused the house elves and was now making his way to the study he pushed the door open stepping into the dim lit room and closed the door, locking it behind him. Harry stepped over to the desk and sat down at the chair, picking up a silver quill that was still laid on the desk from Draco's last use, Harry found a piece of parchment to scribble his note on. He rolled the note up, sealing it with wax before setting it on the desk. Then he took the quill and drew a line over top of the blank side of the sealed paper laying it face up on the desk.

If all went wrong, he would read it and hoped it eased his crazy mind. Hopefully.

Harry opened the desk drawer and pulled out a long gold chain, slipping it over his neck. He stared down at the time turner holding it in his palm. Draco had told him about the time turner a while ago, close to when they first met, and the capabilities it had possessed and that it was quite unlike any other time turner there ever was. And now, Harry was going to use it to change the past. To change everything.

He was going to save Draco's life.

Harry stood and unlocked the door, leaving it open slightly before he stepped back and turned to look out across the grounds, he took a nervous breath and looked down at the time turner, he had read notes that were written by Draco and his father, and since this was unlike every other time turner in the world he had been nervous about the time he would end up going back to. Harry needed to go back two and a half days, he didn't want to go back too far and risk messing up his chances but he also didn't want to short himself and have to risk doing this more than once. He knew the chances for seeing himself would grow as he grew frantic.

Harry took a nervous breath, his plan in mind and he set the outer of the turner to allow him 2 hours, then he took the middle section and gave it 4 and a quarter of a turn.

He looked down at his watch, it was June 13th and just 5 minutes to 2200. He was cutting it short, Harry threw his invisibility cloak over his shoulders and went running down the hallway, hurrying down the stairs to enter the brewery.

He grabbed a Sleeping Draught potion and ran back upstairs. Harry set the item on his bedside table and scribbled himself a note, drink this, i'll be up here soon. - Draco, xxx

He laid the note down and stepped away, he had to make sure he drank the potion, he had to. He had to stop himself from waking Draco. He heard the water shut off in the bathroom and waited patiently, until he exited the bathroom. He watched himself coming out of the bathroom, running the towel over his wet hair and knew the bottle would catch his attention, he walked over picking it up and the note, smiling to himself as he read it. With a quirked brow Harry from the past gave a shrug and drank the potion.

Harry watched his past self with a small cringe at the willingness to just drink the potion and before he knew it, his past self was hunched over on the bed fast asleep.

Harry hurried forward and took the bottle and the note, shoving them in his pocket before glancing down at his wrist to check the time. He had forty five minutes, now it was Draco's turn. He crept out of the room and down the hallway, peering into the study to see Draco was passed out in the chair, his cup of whisky tilting as if it was about to spill. Harry hurried in, easing the door shut and locking it so no one could disrupt them. He took the cloak off and walked forward, reaching forward to nudge Draco.

Draco jumped up at the shock and he looked at Harry, Harry was nervous as he looked at Draco. Nervous he would have to hear the blonde berate him again, but Draco just scowled.

"Want another one?" Harry asked, taking the glass from him and walking over to the bar to make Draco a fresh glass and himself one, in Draco's he put the same potion, the Sleeping Draught. When he turned around again, he took a sip of his own handing Draco the other. "Do you hate me?" Harry asked, watching as Draco took the glass.

"No," Draco shook his head, sitting up slightly and taking the drink.

"Do you love me?" Draco took a sip of the drink, closing his eyes and he seemed to be ignoring Harry. "I had a dream, Draco," Harry started, "I had a dream that you hated me, that you wanted me gone and when I didn't leave you..." Harry felt the tears in his eyes welling up and almost jumped when he felt Draco's hands on his body, they were pushing through his hair.

"I'm sad, Harry, but I don't hate you."

"Let me make you happy, Draco. Let me help you."

"You do, everyday." Draco whispered, taking another drink and finishing his glass of whisky. "I'm tired," he said suddenly and Harry reached out, to catch him as he fell asleep.

Harry carried him over to the couch, laying him down and covering him up. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco, "obliviate." Harry stood still, unsure how he would know if it worked, if all those memories were gone. Even if he did it properly. He would just have to wait until Draco woke and hope that everything was okay. Harry bent and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you, more than anything." Harry whispered to Draco, "don't leave me."

Harry stood up and glanced at his watch, he had 15 minutes left. He stepped out of the room, unlocking the door and leaving it slightly cracked before pulling his cloak back on. He waited nervously, his hand gripping the time turner tightly as he watched the sand in the hour glass slowly trickling, this had to work. It had to.

Because, if it didn't he wasn't sure what would happen.

The sand stopped falling and Harry took a nervous breath, he waited and heard the door being unlocked and opened slightly. Harry peeked through the crack and watched himself disappear. He pushed the door open and stepped in, nervously gripping the time turner he waited quietly. Things were supposed to be different, weren't they? They were supposed to feel different but why didn't he feel different? Why did everything feel the same for him?

In the notes it said things would change, things had changed before. He hurried to the desk, throwing his cloak on the ground and ripping the top drawer open to find the notes. He yanked the necklace off laying it on the desk and pulled out the stack of papers from the drawer, flipping through them until he found the one that was labeled Changing the Past.

"Going through my stuff, Potter?" Draco asked from the doorway, he was smirking at Harry and leaning against the door frame.

Harry sat up and stared at him, the blonde was standing with a straight back and smile in his eyes that Harry had never seen before as he looked at Harry with a quirked brow. "Draco," Harry whispered and tripped into the drawer as he ran into it trying to get to Draco faster.

He grabbed Draco roughly, wrapping his arms around him tightly and pulling him close as he held him. He buried his nose against Draco's neck, taking a deep breath and held him tightly. "Didn't have another dream, did you?" Draco asked quietly, and Harry relaxed into his hold when he felt the hands of the blonde press to his back. "You've been having them so much lately."

Harry nodded, pulling back to look at Draco properly, "I just love you, so much. I can't bare the thought of losing you."

Draco smiled, "you don't have to Potter, I'm here." Harry gave a nod, swallowing roughly and watched as Draco nodded to the papers. "What are you doing with that stuff, anyway, Potter?" Draco dropped his arms and stepped around Harry to go over to the desk, he looked at the papers and turned with a quirked brow to Harry, "time travel is a very serious offense, Harry. Even for you, savior of the world."

"I know," Harry chuckled, "I was just curious about it, I remembered you talking about it and wanted to read some of the notes."

Draco sat in the chair and picked up the papers, scanning over the words, "what are you curious about, changing the past?"

"Yeah," Harry shrugged, "I was trying to figure out what happened to the others involved?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, uh, let's say someone dies right? And you go to the past to change that, but other people knew about them dying. What happens to the others?" Harry asked with a shrug, watching Draco's brow furrow.

"Well, from my experience of just testing a few things with the Time Turner I found they don't necessarily remember it as much as they just... Feel like it is a dream." Draco said with a small shrug, "but I remembered everything, since I'm the one that did the deed."

"Oh, that makes sense." Harry said and reached out taking his rolled up parchment and hiding it in his sleeve before pushing everything else back into the desk.

"Oh sure," Draco said with a scowl, "make a mess of my desk, see if I care."

Harry snickered, "you seem like you care."

Draco pushed the drawer closed, "I don't care, see?"

"You're absolute shit at lying," Harry whispered and leaned forward, taking Draco's lip in a kiss.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Draco asked, pulling back slightly, only to find Harry wrapping his hands around his arms and pulling him close again, the desk the only thing keeping them apart.

"I just love you and I never want you to doubt that," Harry whispered, rubbing his cheek against Draco's. "Ever."

Draco was spinning around the bottom floor of the manor, he had music blaring from somewhere as he spun around the place. He didn't think about it waking Harry, because he didn't care. All the windows were opened, Draco had thrown the drapes up and let the whole place flood with light.

Harry did wake, to the sound of the too loud music and looked over about to grumble when he saw Draco wasn't in bed with him. Harry jumped up scrambling out of the bed and threw the bedroom door open. He was greeted with the bright flood of light that was more overwhelming than the music. "What the fuck?" Harry stepped on the landing and looked over the banister just in time to see Draco spinning into view as he continued around the bottom floor, "what the fuck?" Harry whispered again, and stepped down the stairs slowly, watching as Draco moved gracefully with an invisible partner. "Draco?" Harry yelled over the music, walking towards him.

Draco smiled a warm smile, one that Harry was used to only saw fleetingly. "Good morning," Draco said back and with a flick of his wand the music quieted, "I was waiting for you."

"For me?"

"Yes," Draco nodded, and grabbed Harry's hands pulling him against himself. "To dance."

"W-what?"

"We're going to dance!" Draco exclaimed as he tucked himself against Harry and started leading the two to the much quieter music that was playing. "I am obviously the better dancer, after all."

Harry blinked a moment, falling into step the best he could. He was far too tired for this. "Draco, let me have some coffee first," he whined.

"No, you get me." Draco smiled, kissing him and continued moving them around, "we're going to dance at our wedding aren't we?"

"Well, I would hope so." Harry said and leaned forward laying his cheek against Draco's shoulder, shutting his eyes and falling into the soothing rhythm the other was setting.

"I opened all the windows," Draco started and Harry nodded sleepily, "I can't believe I wanted them shut so much." He said with a shudder, a shudder that didn't alter his step at all.

Harry snapped his head up looking at Draco closely, "I think you were just depressed."

Draco bit his bottom lip in thought, "yeah, over my parents, probably."

Harry sucked in a breath in shock, maybe he was absolute shit at Obliviation? Not that it was something he needed, nor wanted to be good at. "Drake.."

Draco smiled softly, "it's okay, Harry. I'm almost 30, I can handle it you know." Draco shrugged, "it's not like they were fantastic parents anyway, I am glad they are on the run. Maybe they are happier now." Harry looked down, he almost felt bad. Worse than bad. He almost felt horrible, and now he couldn't take it back, it was done. "I'm sorry," Draco said suddenly, "I didn't mean to upset you." He came to a stop in the middle of the foyer, "I know it was a selfish thing to say, to mean. I am sorry you didn't even get a chance to really know your parents and here I am complaining mine were bad."

Harry pressed his lips to Draco's in a rough kiss to shut him up, "shh." Harry whispered pulling back slightly, Draco was blushing and dropped his hand with a throat clear. That was new, sure Draco had always been nervous around him but he never got that nervous.

Harry closed his eyes as Draco's harsh, drunk voice came creeping into his thoughts, It is like torture being near you, and I deserve that. So I kept you around, I thought it was better that way punishment for myself for what I did.

"Potter?" Draco asked, and Harry watched as he timidly reached for him. This was the real Draco, the one that wasn't completely driven by hate and madness and this Draco wanted Harry just as much, if not more - it seemed, than Harry could have ever imagined. Harry could live with what he did, knowing Draco was happy. So happy to be dancing around in the sunlight with loud music and a smile on his face.

Harry took his hand within his own and jerked him forward, their bodies pressed tight against each other now, "Draco?"

Draco flushed, "I thought you were rejecting me there for a second, I got scared." Draco admitted looking down, Harry shook his head and bent his head to kiss him on the lips teasing his tongue along the bottom lip of his. Harry gripped his hips, picking him up and Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist as Harry held him up by the thighs.

"Baby," Harry whispered against his hot open mouth, "I'll always want you."

Draco breathed out roughly, and Harry pressed him against the front door pushing his hips up against him and nibbling on his neck. It felt like their first time all over, he wasn't sure if Draco would like the roughness he had before since his mindset had changed. Draco tilted his neck moaning and ran his fingers through Harry's hair, tugging on the back of it and pulling him in for another kiss. The two of them pressed against each other and Harry drug Draco's tongue into his mouth with a small suckle, Draco ran his right hand down Harry's back, rubbing his hips up against Harry's midsection with a groan.

Harry nipped his bottom lip and pressed him up against the door, taking his hands and slipping them under his shirt. His fingers raking against the soft skin, his nails dragging down Draco's back to test the waters. "Oh," Draco moaned out, his body arching forward so his shoulders were pressed against the door, "Harry." He breathed out with a quiet moan.

Harry smiled, watching as Draco settled back against the door and he held him by his hips. "I want you," Harry whispered against Draco's jaw, before biting it roughly and hearing Draco moan louder.

"P-please," Draco whimpered his left hand was between them, rubbing against the tight crotch of his dark jeans.

"Please what?" Harry asked, pulling back to look at Draco's flushed face and tightly shut eyes.

"Ahh!" Draco yelped as the two heard an urgent knock on the front door that Draco was pressed up against. Harry pulled back, still holding Draco up and peered out to see Hermione, Ron, Pansy and Blaise standing on their front step. Of course.

He sat Draco on his feet and the blonde hurried into the other room, no doubt to collect himself. Harry adjusted his sleeping pants and pulled the door open, "hello?"

Hermione peered into the house in question then cleared her throat, "hey Harry."

"Hey," Harry said again, blocking the door for them to enter, he just wanted them to go away. "What's up?"

"Is Draco around?" Pansy asked, looking between the other three.

"Of course he is," Harry smiled, "where else would he be?" He asked, pulling off confused quite well.

Draco had come back, much more collected. His shirt tucked in and his hair back in place, the only thing that gave him away was the light remnants of his blush and his swollen, red lips. He walked up behind Harry and ducked under his arm that was blocking the entrance, "hey guys, come on in!" He said and pushed Harry back to open the door. Harry grumbled with a small grunt at Draco, who looked over at him with a new flush as his eyes trailed over Harry's bare chest. "And go put a shirt on."

Harry smirked, "no." He answered and turned following the others into their sitting room.

"How are you all this morning?" Draco asked as he followed after them, "let me get some tea."

Draco snapped his fingers making a request for tea from the skittish house elf. Harry plopped down on a chair, and reached for Draco pulling him into his lap. The blonde flushed but curled up comfortably on Harry's lap.

Hermione blinked, "we just had these dreams, that something bad had happened to you guys and we wanted to come check on you." She said with a soft smile, watching the two of them.

Harry pulled a face, with a quirked brow as he held Draco tightly, "we're okay, over here I think."

Draco smiled, "we're 100% okay."

Blaise smiled at them, "I am glad to see you two so happy," he said honestly and the four of them relaxed into their seats as the tea was brought out and sat on the table. Harry grabbed the elf's attention and asked for coffee.

"What's with the music, and sunlight?" Pansy asked with a chuckle.

Draco looked around, "I decided to light the place up, and I was making Harry practice dancing. We have a wedding to plan for, after all." He messed with his ring as he said that, with a smile.

Harry took the cup of coffee from the elf and took a big, hot drink, "yeah, we have a wedding to plan for." Harry nodded, "which I am content with leaving up to Draco because I have no idea what to plan for."

"You'll learn," Draco answered with a serious nod, "because I am not making all the choices."

"Have you two set a date, because you can't get married before Pansy and I do!" Blaise said, "and we haven't even picked a date yet."

"Yes, we have a date." Draco said with a nod, Harry raised his brow and looked at Draco. "August 25th, 2010. So you two have a little over a year to figure your shit out, and if you plan it within three months of my wedding, either way, I'll kill you."

"That takes out over half the year!" Blaise almost screamed, staring at Draco in shock.

"And you, obviously, can't pick this August, because August is my month." Draco continued ignoring Blaise and he leaned forward and made himself a cup of tea. "So you have September - April."

"That's not fair," Blaise whined.

"If you want me to be the best man of your wedding, it is plenty fair, I will have things to plan for with my wedding, that will put me out. It's not my fault you two are slow."

Harry chuckled, and held Draco's cup so he could sit back comfortably before handing it to him again. "I guess that's settled then."

Hermione giggled, "do I get to help with anything?"

"Loads," Draco nodded, "and we'll need to go shopping, I heard Muggle weddings are absolutely stunning and I would like to see some of their things to see if I want to bring in any of that."

Ron and Harry shared a look of shock, "have you thought about where you want the ceremony to be at, Draco?" Ron asked setting back with his own cuppa.

"A castle."

"Because this just isn't big enough?" Pansy asked with a quirked brow.

"It's my wedding, I'll get married where I want." Draco snapped at her, and Harry smiled at his husband-to-be, happy to see he was in fact excited to get married.


17 September 2009

Harry had never seen so much excitement from the blonde, but Harry had never been happier himself. He found himself being swept up in Draco's happiness more than anything else. Ever since the day Harry woke up to the brightness in the house, he had yet to see it go away.

"Drake," Harry started, bending over the back of the couch that Draco was lying in and watching TV. "Will you go out with me?"

Draco turned to look at Harry in question, "what?"

"Will you go on a date with me?"

Draco chuckled and reached up fluffing Harry's hair, "of course I will."

"Good," Harry smiled and leaned down pressing his lips to Draco's in a deep kiss.

"You're planning something," Draco accused pulling back as he looked at Harry.

"I am not!"

"You are," Draco said running his thumb over Harry's lips, "I can practically taste it on your lips."

"I'm not planning anything Drake," Harry urged and climbed over the back of the couch so he was pressed against Draco.

Draco smirked, and felt Harry's hands running over his body shivering from the touch. "Mm," Draco shook his head, "you're such a boy!"

Harry smiled and trailed his lips over Draco's neck, "it's not my fault you are honestly so fucking scrumptious I can't keep myself in check."

Draco chuckled, "it's a no, but we can go on a date."

Harry groaned, "Draco, we've done it before, ya know? Why are you doing this to me, I neeeeeeeed you." He hissed out, rubbing himself against Draco's body.

"No," Draco shook his head, "I want to wait again until we are married."

Harry gave a huff and pushed himself up off the couch, "will you please go on a date with me?"

Draco chuckled and got up, wrapping his arms around Harry in a tight hug, "I would love to."

Going on a date with Draco was like walking into another world, another world that Harry was still trying to get used to. At least with this Draco, he was practically insatiable. The man was spoilt to no end and Harry was the only one to blame for that. Before he had tried so hard to get any type of rise out of Draco, any type at all but the blonde would spend the whole time sitting there quietly just agreeing with whatever they were doing without much of his own input.

Which, of course, Harry knew the reason for now. But Draco without a thing to torture himself over was more than reciprocal to any type of love and affection Harry had to give, not that Harry hated it at all. He liked spoiling Draco, he liked watching the blonde flush with excitement over small, trivial things. It was Harry's most favorite moments.

The two had traveled to Godrick's Hollow first, Harry had an object he wanted to return to Ron and Hermione and then 30 minutes later they were sitting down to dinner with Hermione and Ron, Hugo and Rose on Draco's lap, and as Harry watched the wide smile Draco was giving he had no idea how he could possibly tell Draco they had to go.

And after dinner, of course, Draco just had to have one more game with Rose and Hugo and when it was their bedtime Draco just wanted to tuck them in.

Harry was sitting with Ron, while Hermione and Draco were upstairs tucking the children in. "You two are something else."

Harry smiled nodding in agreement, "yeah, he's a ten, Ron. I have been blessed."

"I'll say," Ron smiled and gave Harry a worried look, "ya know that dream I had?" Harry looked at him curiously, "about Draco, it felt so real."

"That was months ago," Harry said quietly.

"I know," Ron frowned, "the others have forgotten about it, I can tell, but I can't forget about it. It just keeps bugging me, something keeps bugging me about it."

"You don't need to let it bug you, Ron, it's fine. We're fine." Harry said quietly, and quickly glanced up as he heard Draco and Hermione whispering as they came back into the room.

"Potter, you ready to go?" Draco asked, stopping at the doorway as he grabbed his coat, "I want ice cream."

Harry chuckled, "it was our date night," he said as he stood and stopped to hug Hermione.

"This has been a lovely date night," Draco said with a laugh, and gave Ron a wave, "and now it's time for ice cream."

"Ok, ok," Harry gave a playful eye roll and pulled his own coat on, "thank you for dinner Hermione, next week why don't you all come over to the Manor and we'll cook for once?"

"Can you cook?"

"I pay people to cook for me," Draco answered, and slipped his arm through Harry's the two leaving with another wave. "We should go to Diagon Alley, I need to stop at the potions shops."

"Alright," Harry gripped Draco tightly and disapperated coming to a land in front of Gringotts. Draco slipped his fingers through Harry's, his arm still wrapped around his, "ice cream or shopping first?"

"Ice cream," Draco answered and they started over to the treats shop.


15 April 2010

Draco looked over the catalog of the flowers that Pansy and Hermione had given him, and he reached for his cup of coffee. "You okay Dray?" Pansy asked with a curious brow, looking at Draco worriedly.

"I am okay," Draco nodded, and offered a small smile.

"What's up?" Hermione asked and pushed the catalog down.

"I'm supposed to get married in 4 months," Draco said softly and looked at the two girls, "I am not so sure I want to."

Hermione swallowed roughly, "what?"

"I want Harry forever, but he doesn't want to marry me. Not the way he is going to." Draco said softly, "he doesn't want a huge wedding, he doesn't care about all of this stuff."

Hermione chuckled, "well that is just Harry, he just loves you."

"I know," Draco sighed, "I love him too, I just want him."

Pansy smiled, "then don't do all of this."

"I have already put so much work in."

Hermione smiled and closed the magazine, "just think it through, it'd be okay either way. Harry wouldn't care."

Draco nodded, pushing the feeling of annoyance away and he looked up at the clock seeing it was time that Harry usually came home. "Ladies, I am sorry to cut this short, but I miss my fiance." Hermione and Pansy shared a look but before either could say anything Draco got up and left, walking out of the room of the winery, leaving the two there.

Harry squinted his eyes shut tightly, the image of Draco doing something not so "safe for work" to him dancing behind his eyelids. His hands slid over his hard, throbbing cock but he pulled away cringing, it wasn't the same. He missed Draco but more than that, he longed for Draco. He wanted Draco.

And he didn't care how he had him his mouth, his hand, hell even Draco inside of him. At this point all that mattered was Draco accepting him and he not having to wait 4 and a half more months. He needed to know Draco was real, because sometimes he still felt that feeling. That Draco wasn't there type of feeling, that it was all a dream. He needed to know it was real, but he didn't know how to know.

He had done everything he had thought would work. Wearing practically nothing, even during the cold months, he even started wanking in front of Draco and he knew it turned the blonde on because he often left before Harry finished or as soon as Harry was done he would scurry to the bathroom, Harry had started sneaking in to join Draco in the shower only the blonde would leave shortly after his face flushed and his cock hard.

Draco was close to breaking, but Harry was closer.

With a grunt of frustration Harry turned the water off and grabbed a towel drying off as he walked out into the bedroom, surprised to see Draco lounging in the bed reading a book. "Hey," Harry asked after collecting himself, standing naked at the foot of the bed and throwing his towel over his shoulders.

"Good afternoon," Draco gave a quick glance at the other, "did you have a good shower?"

"I did," Harry nodded, "I just got back from Grimmauld Place," he added and walked to this clothing that was on the chair and picked up a bag, drying his hair as he walked back to Draco he laid the bag on the bed and looked at Draco, "we found the lace things you were looking for."

"Oh," Draco smiled, shutting the book and reached into the bag pulling out the lace doilies. "These will be perfect on the tables."

Harry gave a nod, and leaned against the frame of the bed his green eyes burning into Draco's body, he seemed sad. "What's up, Drake?"

"Not a lot," Draco lifted a shoulder, he was lying on the bed without his robes on and a frown on his face, "I missed you, and heard you come home."

"You missed me?" Harry asked with a smirk, crawling on the bed.

"I did."

"I missed you too." Harry whispered, watching as Draco ducked to hide his flushed face and crawled over top of him, his arms pinning Draco down and his legs spread out over the others keeping them down as well, "I was thinking," Harry started, speaking quietly as he looked at Draco, "we should go on a trip."

"A trip?"

"A trip. We can go anywhere in the world you want, just you and me. No more wedding planning, no more stuff from here or there or work or anything, just us."

"I like the way that sounds," Draco gave a soft sigh, "where would we go?"

"I don't care, baby, anywhere you want," Harry shrugged and caught Draco's lips with his own when the blonde raised up towards him.

"Can we stay forever?"

Harry thought it was an odd question, with a wedding coming up in 4 months but he didn't want to ruin the moment so he smiled. "We can stay as long as you want, baby."

"Do we have to tell anyone?"

Harry pulled back after a second, his eyes scanning over Draco's steel gray eyes. He wore a warm smile and laughter in his eyes, a look that still startled Harry. That still took Harry back even just for a moment, he had almost lost all of this once. He had lived that nightmare once. "We don't have to tell a soul."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Draco reached up, his lips moving softly over Harry's face and his hand pushed into Harry's hair softly, with a playful tug. Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Draco holding him and kissing him, he wanted this to last forever.

Draco pulled back after a second, looking at Harry curiously, "hm?"

"Do you think my parents are happy?"

Harry swallowed roughly and smiled down at Draco, cupping his cheek, "I bet they are, and they're probably somewhere peaceful and relaxed."

"They were absolute shit at being parents, but they were what I had."

"Do you think my parents are happy?" Harry asked softly, pressing his forehead against Draco's.

"Yeah, I really do." Draco was quiet a moment, and hooked his leg up around Harry's waist pulling the other down to lay against him, Harry pressed his cheek against Draco's shoulder and buried his nose into the other neck closing his eyes as he held him. "Why do you want to go?"

"I don't want to share you with anyone. You?"

"I don't wanna be shared with anyone."

Harry smiled to himself and kissed the blonde's collarbone, "where do you want to go?"

"Italy," Draco whispered back shutting his eyes.

Harry's eyes closed to moving down his body with his kisses, "we will leave, first thing in the morning."


"And their eyes were on a double string and their hands lay softly on the street, now.
And I do believe that honestly that I know this is where I want to be right now.

There are pictures in [his] eyes, they're thread up for the skies.
So I wait.

Now with our souls misunderstood.
And, our minds they saw a map..
of the way."

- It's All On You, Robert Pattinson