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

A/N: This chapter kind of took on a mind of its own, but I like how it turned out. Not sure how many chapters there will be, but probably only 2-3 more, plus an epilogue.

Chapter 30

The next several weeks passed relatively uneventfully for Harry. He was able to find a modest, two bedroom flat near the Ministry less than a week after the divorce papers were signed and moved in shortly after. It didn't quite feel like home yet, but it was getting there. It would probably feel more like home if he actually managed to sleep there every night of the week, but there were at least a couple nights a week that were spent at Draco's. The two of them had fallen into a comfortable relationship very easily, typically either making dinner at the Manor or going out somewhere in Muggle London. They hadn't braved the Wizarding world together just yet, mostly because of Harry's family. He had still yet to talk to James and Lily about the relationship, and he hadn't heard from any of the Weasleys since the blow-up with Ron. Tomorrow, however, was the day that the kids came home for Easter break, and he intended on speaking with his kids then. He and Draco had kept in close contact with Al and Scorpius, usually writing a joint letter, since they had officially began their relationship.

Harry and Ginny had decided to meet at their old house before Apparating to King's Cross together to pick up the kids to make things as normal as possible. Both James and Lily had elected to stay with Ginny for the break, as Harry had expected. Albus had decided to stay with Harry at his new flat with a cheeky comment about being excited to spend part of his break with his best friend. Harry had been slightly mortified at how much his son had inferred, but Draco had simply smirked and laughed at Harry's discomfort, giving Albus props for figuring things out.

Harry had just finished a Floo call with Ginny confirming the plans for tomorrow when he heard the distinct pop of Apparition in his bedroom. There was only one person who was keyed into his wards and able to Apparate in. Harry made his way to the bedroom with a smile on his face. "Well this is a surprise," he exclaimed as he pulled his favorite ex-Slytherin in for a quick kiss.

"Yes well I was sitting at home, sipping fiirewhisky, when it hit me that I may not get to see you the whole week the children are home, and I simply couldn't bear the thought," Draco informed him with a dramatic swoon.

Harry shook his head in amusement. "You are ridiculous," he said fondly.

"After your response to Al's letter about seeing Scorpius over break, I don't think I am being all that ridiculous," Draco asserted. "Now aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Of course, Your Highness. Please, come in. Let me get you a drink," Harry offered, reaching to take Draco's outer robes.

"Much better," Draco approved. "I'll be in the living room, waiting for my drink."

Harry shook his head affectionately. He made his way into the kitchen to pour two glasses of firewhisky. "Hey, Draco, are you hungry at all? I was about to order Chinese," Harry called. Harry's flat was in a building that housed both wizards and Muggles alike. His flat came equipped with Muggle appliances, including a TV and DVD player, modified to work with magic.

"You were going to what?" Draco called back, sounding slightly appalled.

"Order takeaway."

A moment later, Draco appeared in the kitchen, looking scandalized. "Why would you want to do something like that?"

Harry stared at his boyfriend in confusion. "Order takeaway? I don't have much food in the house. I was planning on taking Albus shopping sometime this weekend." Draco continued to stare at him as if he wasn't making an ounce of sense. "So do you want any?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Alrighty then. I'll just order some for myself then."

"You shouldn't be ordering it either! Let me cook you dinner. I'll go buy some ingredients."
"What are you going on about? A little takeaway is not going to kill me."

"It might," Draco mumbled.

"Wait a minute," Harry stated. "You've never had takeaway, have you?"

"Malfoys don't eat takeaway," Draco responded haughtily.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Well it's decided then. I'll order enough for the both of us, and we can eat on the couch while we watch a movie. Something else you've probably never done. A movie is a Muggle inven-"

"I know what a movie is, Potter. I'm not an idiot," Draco snapped.

Harry put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Of course you're not an idiot." He pulled the annoyed blond into hug. "Here's your drink, why don't you go wait for me on the sofa?" he suggested, dropping a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth. "You can even pick out the movie."

Draco sniffed but didn't comment. "I wouldn't even know where to begin."

Harry chuckled. "Alright, I'll pick for us then."

Approximately one hour later, Harry and Draco were snuggled together on the couch, far too much Chinese food spread out on the coffee table, and Jurassic Park in the DVD player. Draco was looking at all of the food wearily but had yet to make any scathing comments. "You should try some," Harry coaxed, wafting the scent towards him.

Draco wrinkled his nose. "I don't know...I suppose it smells pretty good," he acquiesced.

"That's because it is good. Drink a few more glasses of firewhisky, and it'll be even better," Harry informed him knowingly.

The pair continued with their evening, Harry scooping more food onto his plate every so often. "Alright, fine. I'll try some," Draco huffed.

Harry smiled at him and began preparing him a plate. "Glad you changed your mind. Now this an eggroll, some sweet and sour chicken, and fried rice," he explained, handing Draco the plate.

"Thanks," he responded, taking the plate, though eyeing it suspiciously. Harry watched him expectantly as Draco picked up his eggroll to take a bite. "Stop watching me like that! You're making me uncomfortable."

Harry directed his attention back to the movie, subtly watching Draco from the corner of his eye. The other man bit into the food in his hand and chewed thoughtfully. "Well?" Harry asked.

"Alright, I concede. This is bloody delicious." Harry laughed in delight, leaning over to kiss the blond next to him. "No time for kisses! I'm eating!"

Harry rolled his eyes and slipped his arm around Draco's shoulders, suddenly overcome with a wave of emotion. "Are you staying here tonight?" he inquired after a few moments of silence only broken by the sounds of Draco eating.

"That was my plan, as long as that's okay with you," Draco said, setting his empty plate down and snuggling into Harry's side.

"Of course it is. We haven't had a chance to christen my flat yet," Harry replied with a wicked grin.

"Excellent point," Draco answered before pulling Harry onto his lap and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, full of promise of things to come.

The next morning, Harry was woken up by Draco's gentle shaking of his shoulder. He groaned in annoyance and slid one eye open. "Good morning. I brought you breakfast," Draco announced cheerfully.

Harry groaned again in response but slowly pulled himself into a sitting position. "Why are you so cheerful this morning?" he grumbled. "But thanks for breakfast."

"Anytime," Draco responded, dropping a kiss on Harry's cheek. "And I am cheerful because I get to see my son today!"

"Ah, I should've known. What time is it?"

"You have plenty of time to finish breakfast and get ready before you have to meet Ginny."

"Any time for any other activities this morning?" Harry inquired, using a seductive lilt to emphasis the word 'activities.'

Draco cocked an eyebrow in surprise. "Depends on how fast you finish breakfast," he answered with a smirk.

"Well I'll have to eat quickly then."

The couple ate breakfast in mostly companionable silence, sometimes one or the other breaking said silence to comment on the plan for the day. Once Harry had finished, he quickly levitated the dishes to the kitchen and turned to pounce on Draco. "Hey, I wasn't done!" Draco squawked indignantly.

"What happened to not being able to stand the thought of being apart for a week?" Harry asked with a pout.

"Good point. I'll finish breakfast while you're in the shower," Draco conceded as Harry pressed his lips against Draco's, immediately slipping his tongue into the blond man's mouth.

Harry pulled back a minute later and regarded Draco thoughtfully. "Or," he began with a predatory grin. "We could go have sex in the shower."

Draco groaned as Harry's tongue was returned to his mouth and nodded eagerly. "Merlin, yes," he gasped into the kiss.

Harry grabbed Draco's hand and dragged him off the bed. The pair made their way to the bathroom, albeit slowly due to the fact that neither was willing to break the kiss for more than a few seconds, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in their wake.