Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belongs to J.K. Rowling, unfortunately not me.

A/N: Sorry about the longer than usual wait for this chapter; I've been out of town. Let me know what you think of this chapter. I incorporated a plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone instead of writing a whole different story and take my time away from this one!

Chapter 15

When Harry arrived at home, all he wanted was some time to process everything that had happened the night before. He knew this was just a pipe dream, and he was proven correct the moment he stepped through the Floo.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Ginny shrieked from the kitchen. She appeared in the living room a moment later, eyes blazing and mouth set in a firm line. "And don't even try to tell me you were at Ron and Hermione's, I've already talked with them."

Harry's heart sank at her words. He had no idea what to tell her so he simply stared at her in silence. This only served to infuriate Ginny further. She went from yelling to hissing dangerously, "Who is she, Harry?"

At this, Harry snapped out of his stupor. "What are you talking about, Ginny?" he asked as calmly as possible. In reality, his pulse was racing, as were his thoughts. Her accusation was just too close to the truth for comfort.

"Who. Is. She. Harry?" she asked slowly, a dangerous hint to her voice, almost like a challenge. "Who is the bitch you slept with last night? The slag who was just so good you couldn't leave her to come back to your wife?"

Harry had never seen Ginny like this before, and he hoped to never see it again. He may have defeated Voldemort multiple times, but that didn't make the tiny redhead in front of him any less terrifying. "Oh, Gin," he said gently. "You know that's not what happened."

Ginny glared at him. "Do I? Then where the bloody fuck were you?"

Harry gulped. He figured that the best approach would be to tell the truth...or at least most of the truth. "Two nights ago, while Albus and I were at the Malfoys, Draco's ex-wife showed up, caused a bit of a scene." Ginny sniffed derisively at the mention of Draco, but she didn't comment. "I decided to go over and just make sure he was doing alright. We ended up having a couple of drinks, or more than a couple, and I got totally pissed. I passed out on the couch and came home as soon as I woke up." It was close enough to the truth that Harry felt himself relax the tiniest bit.

Ginny looked like she was torn between being relieved and getting even more mad that Draco was involved. She narrowed her eyes at him. "I will never understand your obsession with him, Harry, but at least I know you're not cheating with the bloody ferret." She gave him one last suspicious look, as if she didn't quite believe his story but didn't have any reason to argue anymore, before going back to the kitchen.

Harry collapsed on the couch in relief. He really didn't want to have to talk to anyone about what had happened the night before, particularly not his wife. He knew that he would have to come clean eventually, but he had to figure out exactly what he was coming clean about first. He sighed and ran his hands through his already messy hair. He had a lot of self-discovery to do in the next couple of days. He wasn't sure where this Draco situation was going, but he knew that he had to find out.

"By the way, you should probably contact Ron and Hermione. They were a bit upset when I said you were missing," Ginny called from the kitchen.

Harry nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his wife's voice. "Alright," he called back, already dreading explaining things to his best friends. Hermione could be too observant for her own good sometimes, but he figured he had no choice but to Firecall them.

"Hello?" he called to his best friends.

"Harry, thank goodness. We were so worried when Ginny called us earlier. Where have you been?" Hermione scolded.

Harry sighed and launched into the same edited version of his night that he had given to Ginny. Hermione looked at him thoughtfully, with a touch of skepticism in her look as he talked. Luckily for Harry, however, there was a crash from somewhere inside the house followed by angry yelling. Hermione sighed. "I don't know what that was, but it can't be good. I need to go check on the kids, but we'll talk more about this later, Harry," she said sternly before softening slightly. "I'm glad to see you're okay though. Talk to you later."

Harry waved in response before exiting the fireplace. Maybe Hermione would forget, and he wouldn't have to go into anymore detail. Hermione probably knew his facial expressions better than anyone. The slightest flash on his face of the giddiness he felt inside could be his undoing. He would have to be very careful.

Harry flopped back on the couch and began to seriously consider what he would say to Draco the next day.

Harry was in his own little world, slowly making his way to the Great Hall for dinner. He was at Hogwarts; it was Christmastime. He was contemplating if he should get something more for Ginny for Christmas than he already had before she came back from the Burrow, when he ran into someone. He was about to apologize when he looked up and saw who it was.

"Watch where you're going, Potter," Malfoy sneered. "Too busy daydreaming about your dead mum to pay attention?"

Harry had planned on letting things go, but not anymore. He whipped around to glare at the pale boy. "Better a dead mum than a filthy, criminal father rotting away in Azkaban, wouldn't you say, Malfoy?" Harry responded with a glare.

He saw Malfoy clench his fists but didn't seem to have the intention to swing them. "My father may be in Azkaban, but we both know he won't be there for long. You, on the other hand, will probably marry a girl who looks just like your mum in a sad, pathetic attempt to get her back." Malfoy smirked, and Harry wanted nothing more than to knock the smirk right off his pointy, ferret face.

"Listen here, Malfoy," Harry spit out as he shoved the other boy against the wall of the hallway. "Leave Ginny out of this."

Malfoy chuckled derisively, although Harry could see the nervous glint in his eyes. "Struck a nerve there, did I, Potter?" And the smirk was back.

Harry pushed his nemesis harder against the wall and took a step closer. Harry had one forearm braced across Malfoy's chest, and his other arm was holding the other boy's hands above his head. They were now so close that there was less than an inch between their bodies. "I wouldn't tempt me if I were you, Malfoy."

"Oh yeah, and what are you going to do to me?" Malfoy snorted in amusement.

Harry could feel his rage starting to bubble over as he closed the remaining distance between them. Harry's body was now completely pinning Malfoy's to the wall. "Well, considering our current positions, it looks like I could do anything I bloody well please."

Harry had gotten too cocky. At that moment, Malfoy rammed his head into Harry's as hard as he could, startling Harry just enough to release his grip a tiny bit. With that Malfoy pushed Harry back. Harry was thrown off balance and fell onto his back, Malfoy landing on top of him. "Cocksucker," Harry growled, trying to push the other boy off.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Potter?" Malfoy responded with that damn smirk on his face again.

Harry was confused by his response for a second before realization dawned. And with his realization came a deep blush that set his cheeks on fire. "You wish, ferret face."

Malfoy just continued to smirk, infuriating Harry all the more. Harry squirmed under Malfoy, but the other boy didn't budge. Malfoy simply pressed his body harder into Harry's to keep him down.

This continued for several minutes, the two of them fighting for dominance and spitting insults at one another. It wasn't until Harry was once again pinned on his back under Malfoy that he realized he had an erection. Now where the bloody hell did that come from? He mused. Must just be a teenaged boy thing. It certainly had nothing to do with the slimy git on top of him. "Now Potter, I know we were discussing me sucking your cock earlier, but control yourself." That fucking smirk was really getting to Harry by now.

Worse than the smirk was the acknowledgement of Harry's predicament, and for the first time since he met his blond-haired nemesis, he was absolutely speechless. And bright, bright red. "Wow, Potter, you really are a Gryffindor. Crimson face and everything."

Harry used all the strength he had left to flip them over one last time. He had every intention of knocking as many of Malfoy's teeth out as possible with his fist. But as he raised his right hand, his eyes locked with Malfoy's. Harry wasn't sure that he had ever really looked at the other boy's eyes so closely before. They were a swirling grey storm of emotions, like the Black Lake during a thunderstorm. One moment Harry was drowning in those turbulent pools of grey, right fist raised to punch his enemy; the next moment his right hand was curved around the back of Malfoy's neck and he was kissing the other boy like his life depended on it. Maybe even more strange than the fact that Harry Potter was kissing Draco Malfoy was the fact that Draco Malfoy was kissing him back. And both boys seemed to be enjoying it.

Malfoy moved his hands, that at some point Harry must have released, to run through Harry's hair and down his back. Harry deepened the kiss, running his tongue along Malfoy's bottom lip to request entrance, which Malfoy gave him immediately with a quiet moan. And if that wasn't the most beautiful sound Harry had ever heard. As the kiss became more heated, Malfoy slid his hands under the material of Harry's Gryffindor robes and school shirt. Soon enough the pair found they were wearing too many clothes. Malfoy cast a spell that both removed and folded their clothes neatly. Harry was slightly impressed until he looked back at the other boy and he was wearing that damned smirk again so Harry pulled his lips back to his forcefully. That would wipe the smirk away for sure.

As Harry attempted to pull Malfoy closer to him, so that every inch of his skin was touch Malfoy, it caused their erections to brush together. Harry groaned in pleasure. He had never imagined that he would want to touch another man's cock, but suddenly that's all he wanted in the world. To touch it, to stroke it, and if he was feeling particularly adventurous to suck it dry. Harry opened his mouth to express these desires to Malfoy when-

"Harry, come on! Dinner's ready!"

Harry snapped back into reality, breathing heavily. He must have fallen asleep on the couch. He took a deep breath to try and collect himself after such a graphic dream. As he became more aware of his reality, it became abundantly clear that he could not go have dinner with his children at this very moment. He was achingly hard and all because a dream about Draco Malfoy. As he made his way to the bathroom to splash some cold water on this face and calm himself down, he was struck by the realization that this wasn't the first time he had been in this situation.