F is for Found
AN: This is the second part to B is for Beautiful. I like the Seamus I wrote, he seems more genuine then I remember him being in the books though I love him in the books as well. BTW, if you want I can make a few wild cards in here if anyone wants to throw an idea out and I can fit it in. I'll just make duplicates of that letter, one wild card and one request. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go work on G-K.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Harry sat looking out the window, his forehead pressed against the windowpane as water cascaded down the glass. He had been staying at Seamus's house for six days now since his argument with Draco. Seamus had been amazing, welcoming into his house with open arms. He was great company and an amazing friend but Harry knew that there was only one person he wanted to see right now. It seemed, however, that his husband would not come find him in the allotted time he'd given him. If Draco did not show up by midnight tonight, in 25 minutes, Harry would drag himself to the floo and be on his was to file the divorce papers just as he said he would to Draco that horrible night. If Draco didn't want to be with him, then he wouldn't torture him with his presence any longer. A knock on the door startled Harry out of his musings and he smiled wanly as Seamus came into the guest room, a large smile on his face. "Wotcher Harry? Up for a game of Exploding Snap?" Seamus asked and Harry chuckled slightly. "We're not in Hogwarts anymore Seamus, don't you think that perhaps we're a little too old for a children's game?" He asked, teasing the older boy. "Not at all Harry. It's always a thrill when I see the look on your face covered in soot from losing the round. Or when you squeal like a little girl at the loud noises." Seamus sniggered and dodged the pillow Harry threw his direction.
The two laughed and threw pillows at on another until they were startled by the sound of the floo roaring to life. "HARRY!" A voice bellowed and Harry gasped, looking at Seamus with wide eyes. "Draco!" He murmured softly. Then, like a wild bludger, Harry was off barreling down the stairs and throwing himself around the corner into the sitting room at break neck speed. There stood Draco, panting, sopping wet, and obviously very, very annoyed. Before any words could be spoken Draco grabbed Harry and pulled him into a kiss. A wild, possessive, mind-numbing kiss that made Harry's knees go weak. When they pulled apart, gasping for air, Draco cried, "I'm sorry!" Harry eyed him wearily but didn't pull away. "I swear Harry, I wasn't cheating! I swear! I had to go into the Department of Mysteries and one of those bloody brains got wrapped around me! They weren't hickies, I would never do that to you Harry, never!" Draco swore, his eyes begging for Harry to understand. Harry looked up at Draco and pulled away reluctantly. "Why were you being such a bloody sod then if you weren't cheating?" He snarled, arms crossing in front of his chest. Draco glanced away, looking decidedly mollified. "I know I've been a right prick, but I've just been tired a lot lately. We've been working on an intense case at the Ministry and it's sapping all my energy." Draco admitted.
Harry shook his head, sighing. "We've never had a problem with this before Dray. It's not like I want to shag every night no matter how enjoyable that would be. I'm your husband Draco. All I need is for you to be close, to say nice things to me, hold me every now and then. That's all I really need until you're ready." Harry whispered, running a hand up Draco's arm to his shoulder. "I'm sorry Har-bear. I really truly am. I promise to hold you every day as long as you want. I promise I'm going to call you beautiful every single moment I can, I swear to Merlin I will. Please Harry, please come home." Draco whispered, and Harry felt his resolve shatter when tears welled in Draco's eyes. Harry stood on his tiptoes and press gentle, soft lips onto Draco's. "Ok." He whispered and Draco smiled a small smile. "How sweet you two. Now please vacate my sitting room, I'm expecting company any moment now." Seamus's voice called and both men scowled at him. "You invited over a "playmate" with Harry here Finnegan?" Draco sneered, but Seamus merely brushed him off. "I knew you couldn't stay away the whole week Malfoy. And if you had, well," Seamus grinned laregely, "Harry would have been a free agent, rihgt? What he did was his business." Harry laughed nervously, pulling a rabid-looking Draco towards the floo. "He's joking Draco, you know he is. Besides, everyone knows there's only one person Seamus is dedicated to."
Seamus said nothing, but his blush was all the answer they needed. "Oh go on!" Seamus chuckled, and waved as the couple left through the floo. A few seconds afterward, the floo flared to life again and Dean Thomas stepped through, brushing soot from his jacket. "Malfoy come to find Harry?" He asked, walking over to Seamus. "Yep. A few seconds ago in fact." Seamus said, watching the smaller man approach him. "Good. Those two are too good to each other to break up." Dean said and promptly pulled Seamus down into an intense kiss.