31 days—
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September 29, 19xx – Thursday
"I knew about your goddamn rendezvous!"
It has been a fortnight since the unveiling of the truth had passed. The week flew by like a breeze, hitting Harry with the hard cold reality. For most of the time, only a certain blonde haired man had been plaguing his mind. Draco the name echoed through his head like the ghost of Christmas past; Draco had always loved him. Draco never stopped, had he?
A flashback.
Pristine lights floated in the air, mingling with the enchanted chandeliers which illuminated the vast hall. It was the annual Ministry Ball—and Draco was invited. Of course, the blonde chose to bring his one and only lover as a date. The ballroom was filled with people in the high ranks of Wizarding society, many of whom dressed elegantly for the occasion.
Harry fidgeted against his collar; it had been a long time since he visited the magical world—a formal ball nonetheless! "Harry" A voice cooed from behind him, pale arms running over his shoulder blades until finally they rested on his chest. He breathed the scent of fresh cologne. "Stop fidgeting love" Draco told him.
As always the man once hailed the Slytherin prince never failed to impress; his white colored over coat embroidered in silvers made him sparkle along the floor. Silken platinum colored blonde hair moved across his flesh in the perfect Malfoy manor which it should. Not three minutes into the ball and already the vixen blonde was breaking the rules—rule number one; no public displays of affection, he said so himself.
"What are you doing?" Harry whispered a little too strictly from embarrassment more than anything. The brunette immediately regretted the words when those warm arms detached themselves from his body; he half-groaned with the lost of contact. The blonde merely smile back at him, offering a smooth hand to lead him over the floor.
"Years after you disappeared from the wizarding world, you suddenly show up at a Ministry Ball unannounced with none other than the Draco Malfoy as your companion, I'm sure half the room is dying of jealousy!" His lover declared, pulling him into the middle of the dance floor where wizards and witches alike all had eyes on them.
"I fully intent to flaunt you Mr. Potter!" Draco half-smiled and half-smirked as Harry scoffed and disgruntled. He could fully picture the brunette frowning with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face even without looking. He tucked chin on Harry's shoulder, guided an arm around his waist as he lifted both of his behind Harry's neck. "But fame aside" he whispered softly. "I'm happy just to dance with you"
Harry couldn't help but smile at his lover's soft spoken words. Sometime, when he let his guard down, Draco could say the sweetest things without noticing. He tightened the hold on the blonde's waist as they danced throughout the night. Utterly in-love and completely absorbed in one another's company.
"Me too"
When dawn almost came, the festivities for the night were nearly over—all except for one important event. Harry once again started fidgeting, hands growing sweaty and the temperature soaring higher by the minute. His stomach twisted and twirled with anticipation as he walked onto the stage; spotlight on him while the rest of the ballroom lights dimmed.
"Uhm, hi, how's everyone doing?" He stuttered over the enchanted platform which amplified his voice. Immediately the crowd burst into whispers and buzzes when people began gossiping about his last public appearance in the wizarding world and that was nearly five years ago! "My name's Harry Potter—" he paused and nervously scratched his neck, looking for that unique shade of blonde from the pool of people. "—but I guess you all know that…"
The crowds began to quiet down as his voice deepened slightly and his tone began more serious—much like the boy from years before who was forced to lead the army of light in order to defeat the dark lord. "Last time I spoke to you, it was to give honor for all the lives which victimized by the war. May their souls rest in peace" He stopped for a moment, allowing the next words to flow out.
"Today—" Finally he caught sight of platinum blonde hair and shining silvers eyes staring curiously at him. "—I speak to you on a completely different matter. In our lives, there comes a time for death and for life. Now, I believe, is my turn to live; not as the-boy-who-lived from the dark lord, but as Harry. For all of us, who have lost precious people during the final battle, I sincerely trust that all our loved ones would have wanted for us to live full and happy lives. But a lifetime shall never be complete when one is alone, everybody needs someone—their better half. I know I have found mine"
Green eyes met silver straight on from across the heads of people. "I, Harry Evans Potter—" from the stage, he kneeled on one knee "—am asking you, Draco Black Malfoy, to marry me" When he spoke the worlds, he stared straight into his lover's eyes as if already looking for an answer. The crowd grew silent in anticipation for the other man's response. With his magic, Harry lifted Draco from the dance floor onto the stage, facing him.
It seemed like forever that both men stood staring at each other as if they were statues. Finally the spell was broken when Draco reached for Harry's hand, the one which held a small silver ring. The dumb founded brunette grew anxious at his lover's lack of words—that is, before the blonde pulled him into a loving kiss. On instinct his arms wound themselves on Draco's waist.
"I'll take that as a yes?" Harry asked nervously when their lips parted. Draco took his left hand and placed it in front Harry, present his ring finger to the brunette. With ease, Harry slid shining silver band onto the blonde's slim finger.
"Of course you big oaf" Draco replied with a small smile.
Where have those feelings gone now?
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October 01, 19xx – Saturday
"Are you sure you're alright?" Harry asked for what seemed like the 50th time. He hung over his blonde husband like a mother hen to its chicks. There was a mid-summer festival coming into town along with a muggle carnival and Scorpius decided that it would be fun for all three of them to go.
Harry had loudly protested against the idea. He reasoned Draco's recent sickness to avoid going out, but the blonde dismissed the idea quickly. In all honestly, he was genuinely concerned for the Slytherin; he didn't want the blonde man getting any sicker. If they had left and the kamakai fungus had magically grown somewhere near the carnival, it would mean absolute peril.
It was all for show, he knew that but still Draco couldn't help the warm feeling claim his insides at his husband's constant attention. He had grown used to Harry's indifference towards him and now, when he receives all that loving attention, he was bewildered at how to act. So we decided to act the only way he knew how to when faced with a difficult situation—like a Malfoy.
"For Merlin's sake Harry, I'm alright! Now can you please cease your mothering so that we can all go and enjoy ourselves at the carnival?" Draco sighed, bringing one of his hands to massage his temples. It reminded him of the old days; it was just like Harry to be quite annoying when he was trying to show that he cared. It made him smile just a bit.
The doorbell rang; Scorpius was the first one at the door to greet his friend. "Luis!" his boyish voice sang in delight when the sight of the brunette.
"Scorpius!" the other greeted back with a warm smile. The two boys greeted each other warmly before moving into the living room where both Harry and Draco were waiting.
"Good evening Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy" the young brunette greeted the two older men with a polite bow.
"Luis, come in, come in" Harry welcomed the teen. "Glad you could join us" Having Luis with their family felt nostalgic to him—it reminded him of all the times he stayed over at the burrow with Ron and Hermione. Those were the days wherein he felt that the Weasleys were truly going to be his real family one day. It was the days he thought he was going to marry Ginny—but of course that never happened.
"Thank you for having me" Luis muttered in embarrassment. Of course he knew that Scopius was the son the wizarding world's greatest wizards, but he had never imagine that he would be meeting them face to face. He was still a bit flustered about the whole situation. He felt to warm arms snaking over his shoulders and squeezing tightly—a familiar touch which made him relax.
"Luis" the blonde boy called from behind him as the arms began to massage his stiff shoulders. "Stop flustering. It doesn't suit you" he whispered softly into Luis' ear.
"Shut it" Luis shot back weakly. "This is normal!"
With that, Scorpius let go in a snap before moving them to sit on the nearest couch. "Normal?" The blonde boy teased playfully. "Normal is Luis Gray, Gryffindor 5th year, one of our leading chasers, already trying to win my parents over with his headstrong, overly arrogant and proud self!" He burst out laughing, leaving the other boy flushing red in embarrassment.
"Hey!" Luis violently reacted. "That's not fair Scorpius!" But the blonde only laughed harder. Harry and Draco watched the pair interact and reminded them of how they were in the past. Déjà vu over came them. It felt like this very scene had happened in the not so distant past somewhere before.
The family, along with Luis, drove to the carnival outside of town. It was a mid-sized muggle carnival which was put up in the middle of a vast open space. Already, when they arrived, dozens of cars were parked outside of the perimeter walls. Lights danced in many brilliant colors and the familiar festive music played in the air. It was warm inside due to the hoards of people scampering about. It was a good thing that they had dressed lightly.
"Roller Coaster!" Scorpius, even at fifteen, screamed at the top of his voice when he saw the colossal contraption of metal and wood near the edge of the fair. His eyes grew wide, seeing the huge metal frame towering over them at nearly 25feet high. There was an ear piercing scream that came from the top of the ride, immediately they spotted the newest set of victims falling from nearly 30feet speeding towards them.
"Roller Coaster! Roller Coaster! Roller Coaster!" He chanted repeatedly much like a seven year old kid would. "I want to ride on the Roller Coaster!" He announced, taking Luis' hand in him and sprinting towards the long line to await their turn.
Draco couldn't help but laugh as his son's retreating back. "Sounds and awful like you, doesn't he, Potter?" he muttered humorously before laughing once again. Persistent, headstrong and stubborn—Scorpius was definitely the child of Harry Potter.
At first, Harry was shocked by his husband's warm attitude towards him but then he decided to relax. "Yes, he does" He smiled back. Both of them, conceded to the fact that they were far too old for this sort of festivities. They opted to take a walk, discovering the numerous stalls that filled the area. One particular booth caught Harry's attention.
"I bet I can still win at that!" Harry said joyously, pointing over to a unique circular cage which housed a motorcycle on the inside. There was a small crowd of people gathered around it as the booth master called them enthusiastically.
"Come one, come all! First champ to ride the motorbike around the cage gets to take it home! Try for just 20 pounds!" A fat man, around his fifties shouted, raising a plump hand into the air. His purple faded jacket looked like it was just around ready to pop from him enormous size. Nonetheless a group of people surrounded him, mostly consisting of young males and their dames.
"Harry!" Draco scolded him with a small slap on the arm. "You're far too old for that!" But his words only seemed to harden the brunette's mind. In the blink of an eye, Harry was on the platform paying the man for his turn. Draco felt anxiety fill his belly. Never did he trust muggle contraptions. Even in all the year living in the muggle world, he had never felt safe in any of them.
"Harry!" He called again, louder this time so that his husband could hear him through the noise of the people. The man merely smiled back at him, giving him a thumbs-up.
"Who's the lucky lady, sr?" The man in purple asked Harry with a broken smile, teeth missing in some places. Harry grimaced but didn't fail to smile back when they shook hands. In the sea of people, he still found it easy to spot a Malfoy's one-of-a-kind platinum blonde hair despite it being under a snug burgundy barrette.
"Not a lady" Harry smiled when he said the words, a butterfly effect filling his insides. One could say their youth defies their age; thankfully the adult couple didn't seem a blink over thirty. On the contrary, one could even mistake them for their late twenties! The man followed his gaze, unsure really of what he was searching for.
Draco gulped, watching as Harry stood in line. One by one, men years younger then them failed to win the prize and even ended up injuring themselves when they crashed towards the floor. He bit his lips when a couple past him—the latest victim of the sour trick. The woman held her handkerchief to—what he assumed was—her lover, the tint of red already straining the fabric.
Harry you bloody idiot!
Slowly but surely, men rode on the bike and failed one after the other. Soon it was Harry's turn to ride the back. "Harry!" He shouted one more time just before the brunette saddled the bike. Green eyes met silver through the dozens of people all anticipating the next failure. He wouldn't dare admit it, nor would he dare show it, but he was scared for Harry. "Blasted muggle contraptions" he muttered under his breath.
It seemed like slow motion when he saw the bike steadily increase in speed. The cage itself was huge, measuring a good ten feet in diameter. The challenge was for the man on the bike to successfully make a loop around without falling face first to the concrete. Draco felt his heart race as Harry's neared the top of the sphere—it was the point where most of the men lost traction and fell.
"HARRY POTTER YOU BETTER COME HOME WITHOUT A SCRATCH!" He yelled on the top of his voice without a second thought. For sure, his son who was some where on the other edge of the carnival would have heard it. He bit his lips furiously, hands tightening until his knuckles turned white. Harry made it.
He inhaled a breath of relief when Harry stepped off the platform and claimed his prize. The old man in purple didn't seem too please with the fact that he had lost a bike. For a moment, Draco didn't care if he was old, he didn't care if he was the father of a fifteen year old boy, he didn't care that he was gay—he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around his husband and kiss him silly because he had been afraid of losing him.
The kiss was breathtaking—more passionate than any kiss they had share before. Maybe it was just too long to remember or maybe it was just making up for lost time but when their lips touched the flair of passion ignite within them. The people clapped as they parted; both flushed from embarrassment and flustered from the kiss.
"I never knew you cared so much" Harry felt the desire stir up from within him, but he pushed it all down as he led his husband down the stage—hands clasped tightly together. His heartbeat was loud in his ears and thundering wildly against his chest. The motorbike he won was idly rolling beside him.
"You never asked" Draco's face was red, redder than he had wanted it to be. The kiss caught him off guard—it had been so long since he tasted Harry's lips on him and it forced his walls to come crashing down. A splurge of emotion ran through his veins but he forced himself to calm down. Looking up, he saw that his husband's face didn't even change—it was all an act, he remembered. Biting his lips, he called his Malfoy façade once more.
"What would you say if I asked you to go on a ride?" Harry turned around, with a big goofy grin on his face when they were finally away from the crowd. His lover blinked back at him in disbelief. He used their interlaced fingers to pull the blonde towards him.
"What the—Harry?" Draco was dumbfounded, finding himself seated on the back of a motorcycle with Harry already roaring the engine in front of him. "What are you—!" he never finished his sentence because they flew out of the carnival at 100kph. On instinct, he wrapped his arms around the brunette, burying his face on a strong back.
"Scorpius won't mind if we take a little joy ride, will he?" Harry sang aloud as they rode on. For the first time in a very long time, Harry felt alive once more! The thrill of breaking the rules pumping him with adrenaline, he couldn't stop!
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October 03, 19xx – Monday
The weekend flew by like a breeze. No glitches, no mistakes and no misunderstandings. Harry was fully aware that something stirred inside him over the last two days—actually it had been bubbling inside him far longer than he would have like it to. Ever since their son came home, ever since they started being in one another's company, his thoughts never seemed to stray that far away from a certain blonde ex-slytherin.
As promised, the night of the carnival he took his husband into his arms, carried him through the threshold of their home and finally laid him into the bed. They had spent the night talking, reminiscing of the naïve times they spent arguing in Hogwarts, laughed over the blunders and mishaps they had forced the other into and they once again relived the bitter memory of the war.
For a moment, Harry remembered exactly why he had fallen in-love with Draco in the first place. This was the man whom understood his pain, shared his regrets and despite all their differences loves him beyond any magical force on this earth. Draco didn't love him because he was the Gryffindor Golden Boy, the boy-who-lived, the chosen one—Draco loved him just for him.
That night Harry didn't bother putting a pillow between them, he didn't want too. Instead, he moved closer to his husband, even daring for a split second to drape his arm over Draco's waist. Of course the blonde accepted him. There was a small smile that played on his lips as he slept with his husband in his arms.
"Harry!" Rey, one of his partners in the firm, called his name while snapping two sets of fingers in front of his face to jerk him back to reality. They were currently in the middle of a briefing for their next trial. "I can't have you zoning out on us now, mate!"
"Oh, I'm sorry" Harry clumsily apologized. In the firm he was known as one of their fiercest sharks in law. With his vast knowledge in law, its loopholes and its strong points—he soon became one of the top names in the private practice. It was rare for him, the usually self-composed and tough-faced boss, to make a mistake. He never made mistakes, not in this business—on the other hand; his personal life is a completely different story.
The trial was fierce; with attorneys from both sides nearly clawing at each other, with sophistication of course. The fought with eloquent words not fists, examination and cross-examination of key witnesses. Harry stood tall, brunette and green-eyes. If necessary he used every inch of his height to intimidate the prosecutor's witness but with his also velvety voice he cooed the jury to believe him.
"Harry!" Rey gave him a slap on the back in approval. "You did it again, mate!" His jolly voice echoes after he said it. They had one the case after a grueling three hour trial. It was one of the witnesses who broke down and confessed to killing the female victim—it was the head of police at that!
Harry flashed his colleagues a smile. "I wouldn't have done it without the support you guys gave" He congratulated them, his smile never faltering. His firm had just won a multi-billion pound case from one of their high profile clients. There sure was a promise of a hefty pay check in the coming months.
"Let's have a round of beers Harry!" Rey yelled from the back of the conference room where they had their meetings.
"Yeah!" another yelled from the back, Donnie. "Have one for the boys!"
The requests kept on coming, until finally Harry gave in. They celebrated in a small low-profile pub in one of London's alley ways. Every member of the team dressed down to their shirts before heading out, so not to seek too much attention.
"A couple of beers, mademoiselle!" Harry whispered to pretty muggle waitress who flipped her dark brown hair and winked at him. The girl giggled before turning away.
"Harry! Aren't you married?" Rey laughed, patting him on the back. Even without the upcoming booze, the man already talked like he was drunk. The question caused the brunette to freeze. "Oh right, stormy divorce" He managed to chuckle awkwardly. Good thing the girl returned with a tray of bottles at hand. He grabbed one and greedily took a swig.
Harry could remember Rey asking about his divorce with Draco. He could remember ordering a couple beers before that. He could even remember ordering fire whiskey at which the rest of his colleagues declared his drunk and sent his home laughing. But he didn't go home just yet, he wanted his fire whiskey and he knew exactly where to get it—the three broomsticks.
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Draco snuggled into bed, further gathering the warmth around his body. There were hundreds of potions specially ordered today—most were the conception potions which he invented a few weeks ago. It was a potion which helped couples conceive a child together. There two versions of the potions, one gave the ability to produce sperm and the other gave the ability to carry a child.
It takes a few weeks for the medi-witches to test and approve potions for commercial used before it could be sold to the public. Draco's was only recently labeled as safe to use. He released it for the first time three days ago and it became an instant hit over the weekend. Come Monday, dozens of same-sex couples were lining outside his store to order. After a stressful day, he was glad to come home and relax on his bed.
There was a loud crack, alerting him of apparition. He bolted upright, a reaction he developed during the war, and found no one other than Harry, struggling to keep his feet steady and his stomach in check. The brunette looked like he was about to puke any minute. Draco immediately spelled a hangover potion from the cabinet and handed it to Harry.
His husband shot him a thankful glance and downed the vial. Draco returned the smile from the bed, moving so that his husband could have room on the bed. He felt the bed dip at the other's weight and forced himself to lie down as well. "You better change, or else you'll get a chill" he said quietly before turning away.
"Then keep me warm" Harry replied, his voice deep and husky before climbing over Draco and capturing his mouth in a bruising kiss.
"Harry!" Draco tried to fight him, but lips captured his once again. He felt like he was dying, life being sucked away from his body and all his strength evaporating. Harry felt so good grinding from above him. He could feel the fabric of Harry's rough trousers brushing against the soft cotton of his pajamas. Silencing spell and locking the door—he moaned.
When Harry did pull away for air, his mind was blank. He could think of nothing more but ravish his husband right then and there. Draco looked amazing still, face slightly more angles than it used to be, soft skin still rivaling silk and that deep voice that called out his name—it all went straight to his member. He was fully hard by the time their eyes met.
"You're drunk" Draco muttered in a breathy voice, almost sounding intoxicated himself. His breathing was deep and ragged, panting at the lack of air. He stared at the man towering above him; he could feel Harry's length digging into his own. His hands were weak, idly lying over his head. He didn't care to move them.
"Yeah" Harry groaned back before pulling down the rest of bottoms and revealing the blonde's creamy thighs. He looked down at his prize greedily; Draco's member was standing upright and calling to him, nested in a bush of soft blonde curls—it looked absolutely delectable.
God—how many years has it been? He was pinned underneath his husband, clad in nothing but his pajama tops and legs spread so wantonly. Harry hovered over his member like he was ready to pounce at anytime but he didn't. Instead, he opted to tease; licking Draco's thighs, underneath his balls and even swiping a soft tongue over his entrance. The touches made him shiver in delight.
Merlin—it had been too long!
Harry stared up at him, with greedy green eyes reflecting nothing but lust. He was breathless, his muscles quivering. Harry's heated flesh loomed over him, threatening to burn his skin with passion. Cool lips left marks on his flesh, etching butterflies kisses wherever they touched.
"Draco" his lover called him in parseltongue, again a ripple of pleasure invaded his skin. His loins jumped at the seductive sound of an ancient language. This time he could understand it too. Over the year of being Harry's husband he had acquired the skill when they had bonded.
"Yes my love?" He answered back in a breathy voice.
It was Harry's turn to shiver with pleasure. He knew Draco learned to speak parseltongue but he had never actually heard the blonde use it. The erotic sound it made gave him tingles of pleasure bursting from his erection. He could feel his magic rising, wanting to bond with Draco's once more. Of course the blonde responded, pulling him into a kiss.
As their lips matched perfectly, so did their magic—meeting and mingling creating a barrier around them. Green mixed with silver, blending into a smooth array of color covering their bodies, increasing their magic. When Draco willed it, Harry's pants disappeared with a pop. The brunette growled back at him when gold air met his heated flesh.
He took a pale neck captive, attacking it with love bits, kisses and licks. "Slytherin" He whispered, sounding more like a seductive tease than a taunt. He made is way to Draco's collar, covering every inch of exposed flesh with kisses. Offending material hindered him from going any lower. He grabbed the fabric with both hands and ripped the fabric apart, tearing loose the buttons and flinging it onto the floor.
Draco had no time to complain as his nipples were assaulted by Harry's lips. "Merlin" he moaned, burying his fingers into Harry's think mane. His body was going crazy, every inch of skin that Harry touched felt like it was aflame. He was drowning in pleasure. "Harry!" his hips bucked forward when he moaned, feeling one of Harry's fingers suddenly enter him.
Harry smiled at his lover's reactions. He started his quest for Draco's sweet spot. The blonde was tight and definitely hot inside, his fingers felt like it was melting. It was softer than he last remembered. He surrendered teasing his husband's nipples and then licked a way down towards Draco's belly button instead. He dipped his tongue inside in rhythm with his thrusts.
He kissed the top of his lover's member, right on the slit, and Draco came covering his face in warm white liquid. The blonde looked utterly embarrassed from the premature ejaculation and tried covering his face but Harry merely looked up with a gentle smile and licked every last drop. Damn it, he tastes even better than he last remembered.
He slid his fingers out, momentarily allowing Draco to bask in the afterglow of cumming. He trailed his long tanned fingers over the smooth creamy flesh, tracing every contour and memorizing every curse. He hid a frown—Draco was definitely thinner then before. The edges of his ribs were beginning to show ever so slightly and his waist was smaller. Harry felt a wave of guilt overcome him. Draco didn't deserve this—he deserved to be treated better.
Since when had he become to blind?
"I'm sorry" he whispered, taking the blonde's face into his hands. He wasn't sure Draco fully understood what he said, or what he meant, but he kept of repeating it like a chant. "I'm sorry" he murmured against the Draco's flesh. He repeated the phrase while he continued making love to his husband. Every kiss, every touch—he whispered the apology and he meant it.
Taking Draco's hand into his own, he said softly. "I'm sorry" then kissed every finger tip. What had he done to the man he loved? No words were further said between them. Draco accepted everything with a soft smile. His heart fluttered when he received the smile—it was breathtaking. Draco was breathtaking in his own right; one last kiss on the blonde's cheek before capturing those luscious lips into a tender kiss.
Harry made love to Draco for the first time all over again. His fingertips were searching, discovering all of Draco's sweet spot that he had forgotten. It was bliss when they finally joined together, Harry filling up his husband to completion. He had one last request before their surrendered to the night.
"Can I stay inside a bit more?" he asked softly murmuring against the blonde's shoulder.
"Stay all you like" Draco replied and cuddle closer, feeling Harry's chiseled chest on his back. For the first time, in a very long time, he didn't feel alone any more.
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Author's Note:
First and foremost; SORRY! I'm so sorry for the long update.
Chapter four is up and running! I will write chapter five tomorrow after my exams, if my brain hasn't self-combusted yet…
Thank you for the support last chapter! Review if you like!
-Arh.581958