Draco watched the sun rise, slung casually across Harry's chest. He enjoyed the quiet mornings they'd been having in the few days since the return from St. Mungo's. He traced gentle fingertips down Harry's side, feeling the raised flesh of scars there. Cutting curses, Harry had told him.
Sometimes his nightmares featured imagined images from Harry's tale of horror. They never lasted in the warm, golden light of the lazy mornings, another reason he loved them.
He scraped his fingernails lightly across the smooth patch of skin he felt, raising an eyebrow when Harry twitched and shifted.
"Are you ticklish, Potter?" he asked incredulously. Harry grimaced.
"I guess." Then, quieter, "I didn't know."
Draco propped himself up on an elbow, hovering over Harry to get a better look at his face. Harry bit his lip and looked away, turning his eyes back to the window. Draco recognised his want not to talk about the subject. Not just yet, anyway. Draco would know sooner or later. No secrets between them, that was one of their rules now.
Instead he grinned and moved so he straddled Harry's hips, placing his hands on the other man's ribs.
"Well, I think we should find out," he declared imperiously. Then he tickled Harry mercilessly. Harry struggled and thrashed and laughed until he was red in the face. Tears of mirth trickled down his cheeks when Draco finally allowed him to breathe again.
"Scared, Potter?" he asked loftily, giving an impish grin. Harry just smiled innocently back.
"You wish!" Then, in a single smooth, quick move, he flipped them. Now on his back, Draco reached for Harry's sides, intent on tickling him until Draco had control again. Harry caught his wrists, pinning them to the bed above his head. He leaned forward until his nose was nearly touching Draco's.
"Oh, now this is interesting," he said teasingly. "I wonder what we could do here." Harry rolled his hips just slightly into Draco's, making him groan. Suddenly Draco's cock was much more interested in the proceedings.
"Harry," Draco said, but he wasn't sure if it was an order or a plea. He leaned up, trying to reach the other man's mouth, but Harry stayed just out of range. "Harry," he tried again.
"Yes?" Harry rolled his hips again, harder. Draco gave up trying to kiss him, tipping his head back and groaning. "Is that what you what, Draco?" Another roll of the hips. Draco nodded, and Harry laughed. "Well, you only had to ask!"
He could feel Harry's erection against his, hot and heavy and trapped in his sleep pants. He jerked his hips up, searching for more of that teasing friction. Harry ground down on him, making his eyes roll back in his head.
Lips descended onto his neck, licking, sucking, biting. Harry pulled both of his wrists into one hand, leaving the other free to push both their pants out of the way. Draco gasped when he felt Harry take them both in hand. He wanted to look down, to watch, but that would mean moving his head and losing that glorious feeling of teeth and suction just below his jaw.
He arched and cried out as Harry stroked them roughly, running his thumb across the head of his cock. He could feel his release coiling low in his belly. Harry abandoned his neck, moaning and breathing hotly across the wet skin.
Then Draco was over the edge, arching his back again as he called Harry's name, his eyes rolling back. Harry followed quickly, his hips jerking and Draco's name on his lips.
-0-0-0-
Harry rolled to the side so he wasn't crushing Draco. A twitch of his fingers and a brief pulse of wandless magic cleared up the mess.
It didn't do anything to help Draco's thoroughly debauched look, Harry noticed. The other man was still flushed and panting. He quite enjoyed the purple mark forming below his jaw, specifically placed so it was impossible to hide without a spell.
Draco noticed Harry's self-satisfied smirk.
"What?"
"Nothing," he replied innocently. "I'm first for the shower." He rolled to his feet and stretched, pushing his pants the rest of the way off. Then he leaned over to drop a gentle kiss on Draco's lips. "I love you, you know." Draco smiled.
"Love you, too."
Harry figured he had until Draco was out of the shower before he noticed the mark.
Sure enough, Draco strolled into the kitchen in his dressing gown, rubbing the mark.
"Potter, what the hell is this?!" he demanded.
"I should hope you can recognise a love bite when you see one," Harry smirked. "Wear something nice but casual. We're visiting the Weasleys today." Draco sputtered.
"You're not serious," he demanded. Harry just looked at him over the top of the Daily Prophet. "Harry! I can't go out with this thing on my neck! I can't even hide it," he whined.
"That was kind of the point," Harry informed him. He sighed and set the paper aside, moving to wrap his arms around Draco's waist. "Call it a claim. I want them to know you're mine." He felt Draco shiver just a little at that.
"Is this some dragon instinct you have?" he asked curiously. Harry shrugged.
"It might be," he conceded, "but it might just be me being possessive. It's hard to tell apart sometimes." He looked Draco in the eye. "If it bothers you that much, I'll cover it for you, but I like it there."
"No, it's fine," Draco admitted. "It just took me by surprise."
"Good," Harry breathed. Then he kissed him until Draco was weak in the knees.
-0-0-0-
Draco steadied Harry as he stumbled out of the Floo at the Burrow.
"I have never gotten the hang of those things," he muttered as Draco helped brush soot from his shoulders. Draco just laughed.
The house seemed fairly quiet, and the room they had entered was empty. Harry straightened his shirt, then took Draco's hand, lacing their fingers. He looked Draco over, eyes lingering on the purple mark.
"Ready?" Draco wasn't so sure, but he nodded anyway. "Molly!" Harry called, pulling him toward the kitchen.
Mrs. Weasley met them at the door, wand and half-peeled potato in hand. Upon seeing Harry, she immediately tried to hug him while still holding both objects.
"Harry! It's so good to see you," she exclaimed, holding him tightly at arm's length to look him over. "And Draco!" Draco found himself similarly engulfed. "We were so worried about you!"
Draco floundered, unsure of what to do with his fluttering hands. After a moment, he tentatively hugged the redheaded woman back, which only prompted her to squeeze tighter.
"Help me," he mouthed at Harry, who only chuckled and rolled his eyes. Eventually, Mrs. Weasley held him out to study him, just as she had done to Harry. She blushed a bit but smiled knowingly when she saw the mark.
Draco found himself prodded into a chair next to Harry at the scrubbed wooden table and presented with a generous bowl of soup and a plate of fat sausages and fresh bread smothered in butter. A spoon was thrust into his grip and a gentle hand smoothed his hand as she bustled about the kitchen, chattering. He raised an eyebrow at Harry, who only shrugged, mouth already full of sausage. Draco shrugged back and applied himself to his soup.
"It's so nice to have you here, dear, you don't drop by nearly as often as you should," Mrs. Weasley was saying. She continued without waiting for an answering. "I know you're a busy man these days, what with Teddy and the work you do in the Wizengamot. I do like your ideas, I keep reading about them in the Daily Prophet, it's such a shame all the rest are too stuck in their ways to recognise any change for the good."
Draco marvelled that the woman could keep up a monologue at such a pace without stopping for breath, all while preparing a small feast. She was nothing like his own mother, but she was strong and capable in her own way, and she was respected by her family, possibly more than the quiet, retiring Narcissa was.
"Thank you, Molly," Harry managed to fit in. She smiled at him happily.
"You're welcome, dear." She turned back to overseeing the mountain of potatoes peeling and slicing themselves. "I imagine it's a real relief for you to have Draco around to help with Teddy. That boy's as energetic as anything, and you taking care of him all by yourself! I know I'd have collapsed if I didn't have Arthur those first years with Bill and Charlie." Draco highly doubted this, but he couldn't seem to empty his mouth of bread fast enough to say so. "And you two look so happy together! It's such a beautiful sight, the first flush of love. You've been on your own for far too long, Harry dear, though I can understand that." Her voice lowered, and her movements stilled for a moment. "The War wasn't easy on any of us."
Then she straightened and gave them a smile that almost looked effortless, and Draco found his opinion of her rising yet again.
"I do hope you'll both stay for a while, everyone would be so happy to see you, Harry dear, Arthur and I have been in such a state ever since Kingsley told us what happened. Will you stay for supper?"
"Draco?" Harry asked. Draco hesitated for just a moment, thinking of Ronald Weasley and Granger and Ginerva, but here was Harry, making sure it was alright with him to stay for a while with the people he considered his family.
"Of course we will, Mrs. Weasley," he said, giving her his most charming smile. She blushed faintly and smiled back, no trace of suspicion in her open expression, and Draco realised he had found a friend in the Weasley matriarch.
"Oh, dear, you must call me Molly," she said. Harry squeezed his hand in silent thanks. "Tell you what, I'll give Bill and Ron a call and we'll have a proper family dinner!"
And just like that, Draco found himself a part of Harry's family.
-0-0-0-
Stuffed full of Molly's roast pork and peas, Harry reclined on the sofa in the living room of the Burrow. Draco leaned heavily into his side, the two of them watching Teddy shriek with laughter as Bill tickled him. He had been succeeding, for the most part, in ignoring Ginny's glares during dinner whenever they landed on Draco, but now she was glaring at Teddy, and his dragon didn't like that.
Teddy had surprised all the Weasleys with his new appearance, except Molly, who always seemed to know more than she let on. Ron and Hermione had frowned at his grey eyes and pale skin, and Ginny had scowled and refused to talk to him.
He watched her throw one last blistering glare at Draco, then Teddy as she left the room.
"I'll be right back," he murmured to Draco, heaving himself off the couch to follow her.
He found Ginny in the back yard, staring up at the sky.
"What's the problem, Gin?" he asked as gently as possible.
"Nothing." He frowned.
"It's clearly something," he argued. "You won't speak to Teddy, and you can't look at Draco without glaring at him."
"I haven't got a problem," she said with a hollow laugh. "You're the one with the problem. How can you be with him? He's disgusting!"
"He's beautiful," Harry countered softly, thinking of the smiles Draco gave him in the early morning, still soft with sleep.
"He's a Death Eater! And a man!" she cried. "What's wrong with you, Harry? Is it just because he's around all the time? Is it a phase?"
"Is that what this is about?" Harry asked incredulously. "You don't like having him around because it means I'm gay?"
"You can't be gay! You dated me! And-"
"And it always felt off." Harry cut her off. "I didn't understand it because I didn't know what love was like then, and I was always too distracted by my responsibilities anyway. It wasn't until after the War that I finally found someone I could love, and it happened to be a guy, and I was in a situation that forced me to accept that very quickly." He stopped there, refusing to say anything more about Theo.
"I don't understand," she cried softly, plaintively. Harry sighed.
"You've always thought of me as your hero, but that's not what I am. I'm a real person, and I'm not going to fall in love with you, and we're not going to be married. I'm gay, for one, and I have Draco." He spotted a flash of pale in the dark doorway and looked up to see Draco leaning there, a sleepy Teddy balanced on his hip. Harry met his soft grey eyes as he spoke. "He's strong and intelligent and beautiful and real and everything I never thought I would find. I love him, and he's the one I can see myself married to and raising a family with."
"No!" Ginny collapsed into tears. Harry stepped back, toward the house.
"I'm sorry Ginny, but that's the way it is, and I won't let you hurt Draco or Teddy because of it."
He met Draco at the doorway, wrapping his arms around his waist and carefully avoiding jostling Teddy.
"Did you hear it?"
"Did you mean it?" Draco asked softly. Harry gave him a chaste, gentle kiss.
"Yes."
Draco leaned forward slightly, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.
"Let's go home."