(Thirteen Years Later)
DRACO'S POV:
My face was screwed into a tight grimace as I scraped out more teacups. This lesson always surprised me when the students picked up the art of reading tea leaves, considering how much I suck at it. One cup had what looked like a whale, but then I turned it and it looked like a tulip. I shook my head, throwing the cup into the large bin for the house elves.
It's been ten years since I replaced Trelawney at Hogwarts teaching Divination, since I shocked everyone, except Harry, by applying for the position. It's also been ten years since Harry and I said 'I Do' on the front steps of Malfoy Manor, or now, Blicknot's Bed and Breakfast. Selling Malfoy Manor was a quick, easy decision made between the last of the Malfoys. Harry and I had a long engagement. We weren't in any rush to get married, but then when I found out I was pregnant, without anyone expecting it of course, Harry was suddenly obsessed with both our daughter and our wedding. By the time Irissia Lillian Malfoy was born, the nursery was built and stocked, and Blicknot's was booked for the spring of the next year. On Issy's second birthday, I told Harry about getting the job at Hogwarts. He was thrilled, so thrilled that he got a job at Hogwarts also as a flying coach. We certainly took everyone by surprise, moving into a family sized flat in the faculty's wing. House elves cared for Issy while we were in classes, but Harry hardly stayed busy. The first years only took a few hours out of Harry's week. Quidditch was mostly in the later half of the week, and after my classes were dismissed, so Issy barely noticed our absence. It really was a simple, almost ideal, life.
"You've been scraping the tea leaves out of that cup for ten minutes now." Harry's amused voice made me jump, the cups clattering in the bin. He was smiling, his age barely affecting his gorgeous looks. His black hair was still wild, always wind-blown, even if he didn't have classes. His eyes were shining brilliantly without his glasses. The healing procedures on his eyes took months of painful spellwork and disgusting potions, but after nearly a year of healing, his eyes were perfect, in more ways than one. As a matter of fact, his first day without glasses was also the day Issy was conceived. "What's on your mind, Draco?" he was concerned.
"Thinking about us." I said. He pulled up one of the low stools, sitting bow-legged beside me. He picked up another tea cup, cleaning it out. He paused, turning the cup this way and that before looking up at me, smirking.
"I see the grim." I slapped his shoulder, and we laughed. He stopped laughing, looking at me with a warm smile. "Really, though? I see half of a sun." I looked over his shoulder, and sure enough, it was half of a sun, cut off by a straight line, like a horizon.
"Maybe a sunset?" I asked. Harry shook his head.
"No." He replied, setting the cup aside, to clean another. "The word sunrise comes to mind. What would that mean, my dear Professor?" He chuckled. I reached across him, plucking up the cup. I went to pull back, but Harry's lips claiming mine sent my mind spinning. I thought Harry's power to drive me to distraction would fade over time, but it still felt as intense as the first time, every time. He pulled away, with a smirk that was almost exactly like mine. "Narcissa is coming to pick up Issy for the weekend. So here is what I'm thinking, dinner in Paris, your favorite restaurant, gondala ride in Venice, and a chalet in the Alps, with a roaring fireplace and absolutely no one else."
"You know I hate Apparating." I whined weakly. He smiled, kissing my neck. My brain tilted on its side when I felt a hand caress my inner thigh, too high up to ignore. "Oh, Merlin." He chuckled, his hot breath tickling my throat.
"I'll make it worth your troubles, Draco. I always do." I pushed away from him, before I do something very immature, such as bending Harry over my desk. I shook myself, trying to will away my stiff cock.
"Let's go pack," I said, my voice breathless.
"Already done," Harry said, his voice hoarse. He pressed up flush behind me, teasing my ass with his hard length. My head was suddenly too heavy, as it fell back on his shoulder.
I groaned, "Ok, let me finish cleaning up, then we can go." Harry kissed my neck again, before heading for the door. He had his hand on the doorknob, before he turned back to me. "So about that sunrise? What does it mean?"
I held the cup tenderly in my hands, before cleaning it out. "It means new beginnings. It means that no matter how dark things get, the light will always bring you back." Harry stared at me, mystified before smiling, his eyes glowing.
"Remind me we should toast to that over dinner. I'm looking forward to it." He left the room, his steps echoing for what seemed like forever, leaving Draco in his classroom.
I felt my face break into a small smile, and I noticed my hand was absently stroking my stomach. My stomach didn't look that much different, and I barely noticed the tiny, almost invisible, bump, but I could feel the tiniest of flutters in my gut, tickling me. I couldn't enjoy wine with dinner, but thankfully, I wasn't hit with morning sickness yet. It was almost a stroke of luck that Mother agreed to watch Issy for the weekend, so I could tell Harry the wonderful news. In my Mind's eye, I could see a boy who looked as much like Harry as Issy looked like me. His little head was topped with a untamed tuft of black hair and his green eyes shone brilliantly. They glowed as he laughed.
Yes, a bright beginning to look forward to, indeed.