Not Mine, as usual...

To say that Leonard is unamused would be like saying James' eyes were just blue. It was the understatement to end all understatements. To be fair though, you couldn't really blame him. He was just about to get it on with a sexy little thing when the doorbell rings. Now he's all for ignoring it, but when his babysitter insists, he opens the door to find a young blonde girl, whom his babysitter knows, and his sex life is now shot to hell.

The girl is delicate looking, but there is something in her eyes, something much like Harry's that makes him disbelieve that she is anything but a fighter. So he allows her into his home, allows Harry to bring her into the living room and sit her on the couch before tugging Leonard into the kitchen.

Harry burrows his way into a hug, thin arms going around Leonard's back and he doesn't say anything, just breaths deeply and in response, Leonard's own arms wrap around Harry, providing reassurance that the boy obviously needs. It is a few short moments later when Harry pulls away and begins to make tea. Leonard moves down the hall to pull a shirt on and grabs a pair of shorts for Harry (as much as he enjoys the sight of the boy swimming in his shirt).

When the tea is done they move back into the living room and Harry sets down a tray of cups and sugar and cream, neat little cookies (Honestly Leonard, they're biscuits Harry often tells him) on a plate. Two cups have tea, the last one has coffee for Leonard, and Leonard might be just slightly a little more in love with him now. Harry offers the tea to the girl on the couch who smiles thinly, he face pale and drawn.

There is tense idle chatter for a long half hour before Pansy finally says what had obviously brought her to their home. She takes a deep breath, like she is preparing herself and finally speaks.

"Draco's dead." Her words are short and said with little remorse. The effect it has on Harry though, Leonard finds curious. There is little talk of anyone from back home. Leonard can tell the boy is running and what he does know of his past he doesn't blame him, so Leonard isn't pushing for it either. But those simple words bring both a darkening and lightening to Harry's green (so impossibly green) eyes. His body stiffens at first and then relaxes further than Leonard's ever seen it, like a deep resonating pain is finally lifted.

The girl across from them also changes. Her body seems to glow with happiness and he blue almost purple eyes shine, her smile making her features soften and she becomes gorgeous. There is a little laughter before they calm down. There is a seriousness in Harry's posture that says things aren't all flowers and skipping.

"Are you alright?" His voice almost hesitates as he asks, but the girl shows no sign of hurt.

"Harry, love," She begins, her hand reaching out as she leans over the coffee table towards them, her hand cupping Harry's own soft face. "The boy I grew up with and loved, died a long time ago. The monster he became wasn't my husband. My Draco was a scarred little boy who only wanted to befriend the famous Boy-Who-Lived." Her words are soft and reassuring, but Harry still flinches. "I came here to give you this." She pulls a journal and pendent from her purse and hands them to Harry. "It was in his will that they be bequeathed to you, as someone he loved and never got to express. He loved you very much Harry, loved you like a brother, though you never saw it that way."

Leonard can sense the emotional turmoil of the boy next to him and tries to reassure him by placing a calming hand on that small shoulder. Harry turns sad eyes to him, but there is something lurking in behind his eyes, something bright and shining and new.

"Harry." Pansy calls his attention back to her and he takes her outstretched hand. "He also wanted to apologies to you. For what happened when you were stuck There. It was all he would talk about as his sickness took over. How sorry he was for what he had to do to keep me safe. What he had to do to you." She takes another deep, fortifying breath; tears swim unshed in her eyes. "I also want to thank you, for everything you did for all of us, while you were there. I don't think anyone ever has, for what you went through. But from all of us, I thank you. You are the reason I live, and the reason my child will live." She smiles there and brings their attention to her soft baby bump, one that they hadn't noticed earlier in the bagginess of the new fashion.

When she finally leaves, with promises to come back in a week or so, Harry and Leonard are exhausted from the emotional upheaval. They kiss slowly, lovingly as dishes are set into the sink, as they make their way down the hall, and as they climb into bed. They are spooned against one another, Harry's head resting underneath Leonard's chin, breaths warming over the older man's collarbone.

Harry falls asleep quickly after such an eventful evening, but Leonard takes a little longer to fall asleep, pressing gentle kisses to a soft head, silently promising to never hurt the one in his arms.

Well then loves...it's been quite some time and I am so sorry for that. I honestly don't know what happened, because I graduated highschool...but I did juggle two jobs, and classes, but now I'm just down to two jobs and...well I work close to thirty hours a week at one and another 10ish at the other and things get...pushed aside. I know this probably isn't what anyone wants...but I'm still working on a bit of backstory for Harry...and I think Pansy just wrote herself into this story...not quite sure...
Anyway loves, I hope you enjoyed this~ Can't promise more soon, because I start college the day before my birthday and...it's coming up...

Angel of Tsuki