Harry ran into the room, his face flushed, panting hard, clothing askew. Draco was curled up on the couch sobbing. As he had been for the past week after his mother had died, though he still hadn't told Harry. The newly trained Healer had been on various courses all week and had been loaded up with work. It had been an obscure muggle cancer that he couldn't remember the name of that had killed Narcissa, her magic had masked it and they hadn't noticed until it was too late to save her. Ironic that even magic could't save the human race from something as devastating.
Harry, seemingly unnoticed, crept towards his lover, he had just gotten back from a Geneva and had been logging his findings in the Journal he had been writing for the hospital, when he had been informed of an incredibly large burst of accidental magic through his wards at Grimmauld place, he had rushed home, only to find a dishevelled Draco weeping on the sofa.
"Dragon..." He sighed, walking forward a few more steps, the blonde finally noticing him and tensing, however minutely. Harry saw a black envelope in his clutches, and was tempted to guess it had been reread many times by the roughened and torn edges. Someone had died.
"It'll be okay, not for a while now, maybe, but you'll move on, get better, you'll live, you shouldn't let her death rule your life Draco." He whispered, moving forward until he stood before his partner. He bent down, snaking his arms around his man and pulling Draco closer to him. Draco, clinging desperately to the brunette, cried his heart out, mumbling and spewing incoherent sentences.
"Before I had you, she was world, Harry. Circe! She taught me how to ride a broom, how to speak French, how to play the piano. How to love more than my reflection in the mirror, she was always there when I was hurt, she was always there after father... after Lucius left me all those times when he was angry. She silently protected me through the war, and even after, making sure i never saw the brunt of the destruction it left in its' wake. Most of all, she was my mother Harry - she never stopped loving me with her whole heart, and I... I miss her so much already." Harry had never heard Draco speak in such an openly emotional tone before, and the sight o his wretched form trembling as he tried to calm down was heartbreaking. 'So, it was his mother.' Harry concluded, looking down at the letter that had fallen out of Draco's hand. He looked up at his lover, lifting his chin so as to look into those grey eyes.
"I'll always be here Draco... I'll always protect you. Do you remember the gardens at The Manor, the one's she loved so much? Even after she couldn't walk anymore she'd still apparate to them every morning for tea. How about we bring some of those geraniums for her funeral? And the daffodils, the white kind? She always joked it was like looking in the mirror. We can invite Teddy, I know he'll miss her carrot cake and ice tea dates, Snape, Andy too? I know they were close, it can be near Spinner's End, you remember the fields there, and the churchyard? It'll be at dawn, so no-one unwanted is there to greet us. I'll help you with this Draco, you're not alone." He murmured into the man's ear, he felt Draco shiver and their eyes locked again. Harry could still see the evidence of the tears, streaked down his face. But the sobs had stopped racking through him
The look in Draco's eyes was similar to the one he'd had halfway through 8th year, when Ron and Hermione had turned on him. The war had finished, and they had expected to go on with their lives like nothing had changed. But, the war had changed Harry, in the most irreversible of ways; and they wouldn't accept that he was a different person, one that wanted a quiet life away from danger and criminals. A life of mending - and so he had studied hard and had gotten an Outstanding in Potions, then, straight after he'd graduated, taken a foundation course in healing magic so he could start his path to becoming a Mediwizard and Healer. They hadn't taken it well, and The Golden Trio had gone their separate ways. But he remembers the way Draco had stayed with him, had comforted him, had let them melt into one soul and body.
His Draco needed to be comforted, to be held, to be made love to, passionately, slowly, thoroughly, intensely until he couldn't remember who he was mourning. Until all he could remember were the flower arrangements. They wouldn't cease their hold on each other for at least 7 hours, at least.
He didn't know when they had joined at the lips, but suddenly they were melding, they were meshed together, not a strand of hair or a sheet of parchment could slip between them at that moment, and nothing at all could have made them relinquish their grip on each other.
Their lips moved in tandem, in sync, they were one, their clothes had disappeared at some point but they didn't care, that was the point, they only wanted each other, to feel each others skin with no restrictions. Harry had his fingers slicked up in mere seconds, they found Draco's twitching hole quickly, taking no time at all to push in, and then they pumping in and out. One, Two, Scissor, Three, Four, he didn't want to hurt his man after all, and he was well known for being larger than life, in many ways. They were gasping for breath, their throats raspy. He slammed home, hitting that little bundle of nerves inside the blonde that had him seeing stars.
He was sheathed fully in the grey-eyed man's hot arse, it was pure bliss and lust and fire all in one go. He heard Draco's shocked gasp before he started to slowly thrust into him, gripping the other's hips firmly enough that Harry knew there would be bruises there tomorrow.
"Fuck, Draco. Oh, fuck baby you feel so good around me." He kept up a running mantra, whispering fervent reassurances and dirty phrases into is lovers' ear, and inwardly smirked as he felt a shudder of lust run through the paler man's body. As he pounded into him, hitting his sweet spot with every other thrust, Draco was trying not to think, trying only to feel as he was mercilessly fucked into the couch, into the floor, into the wall, as Harry's cock filled him in so many ways and every time he pushed in, it went deeper, hitting that spot inside him that made him feel like he was soaring through the sky on a Firebolt.
"You ... hngh ... can't make it better than this Harry!" Draco groaned, thrusting upwards just as violently, his legs coming to wrap around the brunettes waist, impaling himself further onto his lover's length.
All too soon they were coming, shuddering and moaning and screaming each others names, as Harry hit Draco's prostate for the last time that night. The blonde unconsciously clenching and clamping down, almost painfully on Harry's thick, long cock, bringing his partner to orgasm. They rode out their highs', laying there for awhile, catching their breath. It was only after five minutes, when Harry heard Draco chuckle, that he became worried for his lover.
"We'll need more than Daffodils, love, Lillies and Pansies and Petunias and Amarylli - for your grandma, of course - to celebrate all the women in our lives that have saved us in one way or another." His facial expression was ecstatic, but his eyes still held a sombre quality, "I love you, you know that right..." He trailed of as he fell asleep.
"Forever, and always." Harry sighed as he lay down next to his One. Flower arrangements. Indeed.
I was completely bored out of my mind and I couldn't think of anything for my other story and so this came about, enjoy and have a Drarry cookie if you review!