So much had happened so quickly after Mr Weasley was attacked by the snake and Harry, Hermione and Ron were whisked away to Grimmauld Place. Harry had been staring at his butterfly covered arm every morning and just wanting to feel the numbness take over him, but the butterflies were too elegant, and he just didn't want to 'kill' them. Especially Draco's green butterfly, it was just so stunning, and every time Harry looked at it, it reminded him of the blonde Slytherin that he just loves so much.

Harry couldn't even give Draco his Christmas presents in time as he would have if the bloody vision nightmare didn't happen. It was all packed up in his trunk. All he knew was that it wasn't Christmas Morning until Tomorrow, which leaves him seven hours to try to see Draco.

Harry rushed into the kitchen just in time to see Sirius and Remus sitting by the Kitchen island drinking cups of tea. "Sirius! Remus!"

Sirius smiled at Harry, his hand cupping the bottom of his grey mug. "Yes, Harry?"

Harry bit his lip and hoped the adults would agree to let him go. "I was wondering because it's Christmas Tomorrow..." Why is it taking so long to say? "Can I pleaseeeeee see Draco? I want to give him his presents."

Remus shook his head, brownish golden eyes staring remorsefully at the young boy. "I'm not sure if that's a wise idea, Harry," he admits carefully. "We don't know where he could be. Either at the Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire, Hogwarts or..."

"Can't we at least contact Professor Dumbledore and see if he is at Hogwarts first?" Harry asked quickly. He really misses the Slytherin and would love to see him right now. It's just an urge. An urge that he needs to fulfil.

"We could try, Harry," Sirius agreed with him, staring down into his cup of green tea like he could see Harry failing to contact the headmaster. Then he shrugged, "He is a busy man."

"Great!" Harry said excitedly, already rushing into the Lounge room. He walked over to the fireplace, threw some Floo Powder in, and muttered the Headmasters office. The orange flames turned green and Harry crouched down to get a closer look at the office. "Professor? It's me, Harry! Are you there?"

Dumbledore was just sitting on his desk writing out a few letters to a few people he used to know and was disturbed as the flames in his fireplace turned green. He heard the familiar voice of the boy he knows and walked over to his fireplace. "Yes, Harry," the Professor said, kneeling down on his knees. "How are you since that night and why are you fire calling me?"

"It's been good, I guess," Harry said blankly. He did not want to talk about that night. He blinked and looked his headmaster in the eye as he had far more important issues to discuss. "But Professor, is Draco still in Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore smiled with twinkling blue eyes and shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Harry," he says solemnly, his long silvery beard touching the ground. "He has no reason to stay in Hogwarts, ever since his beloved cousin was on trial."

"Did he return home to Malfoy manor?" asked Harry quickly, wanting to Floo to the Manor already. "And what do you mean Ivy was on trial? Is she free? Is she in Azkaban?" Harry felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up at Sirius, he was shaking his head.

"Ivy's free, Harry," Sirius said nonchalantly, beaming down at him. "No adopted daughter of mine is ever going to Azkaban! She's also maybe somewhere in this very house."

"Somewhere in this house?" Harry asked in disbelief but also in excitement. He didn't see her this morning though. When he saw Sirius nod, he turned back his attention to his headmaster. "So, is Draco at Malfoy Manor? And if so, is there any other way of contacting him in case Voldemort is at the Manor?"

"I remain unable to tell you that, Harry," Dumbledore said earnestly. "Perchance, Severus is keen to tell you since he is your therapist."

"How do I contact him then, Professor?" Harry asked him, feeling just a little impatient right now. If he could just Floo to Professor Snape's office and from Grimmauld Place, his dark Potions professor can take him to Draco from Hogwarts.

"I'll see what I can do," said Dumbledore with an assuring smile. "In the time being, have you tried fire calling the residence you resided at during the previous summer?"

Harry shook his head, he never thought about doing that. But he couldn't help but think about what if they weren't there? What if they were at the Manor in Wiltshire? "I guess not, but I will try though. Thank you kindly, Professor."

Dumbledore beamed at Harry, his blue eyes twinkling. "It's not a problem, Harry," he says and waves a hand airily at him. "Now, if you excuse me, I have urgent matters to deal with."

"Okay, Professor. Goodbye!" Harry said and watched the green flames turn back to orange. He stood up and looked at Sirius. "I have an even better Christmas present to give Draco. Does he know if you've taken care of Ivy? By the way, how did you do it?"

Sirius laughed joyfully and could picture the surprised face of his nephew as he sees Ivy. "I'm sure Draco has no clue about it so yes, it would be a great surprise for him."

"And what about Ivy's charges?" Harry had to add and find out about. He hasn't seen her for four whole months. He's worried for the girl, especially about Draco too and how he is coping with it.

"I used my dearest mother's money to get her out of charges," said Sirius, and as he heard footsteps enter the room, he glanced behind him and felt suddenly warmer and his heart had just started fluttering in his chest. Remus had just entered the room. He smiles at him bashfully and looks back down at Harry.

Harry nodded. It was hilarious how sarcastic his godfather sounded even if he were being truthful. But he noticed something in his godfather's expression when Remus walked into the room. It was so familiar. He couldn't tell what it was though. "Where is she?"

"Upstairs in my brother's room," Sirius tells him with a grin on his lips. "She's been asking me if she can go see Lavender. Ah, sweet Lavender. She's a lovely girl. Of course, I've never declined what she wants."

Harry nodded, but he really didn't agree with Sirius. Lavender is too much of a gossip to be what Sirius calls 'sweet'. "I'm going to try fire calling the Venetian Manor."

Sirius nodded and then he then walked off to give Harry some privacy, but mainly to find where Remus is since the other man had disappeared from behind him.

Harry grabbed more Floo powder and chucked it in, he watched the orange flames turn back to green as he muttered the Venice Manor. His excitement grew, he didn't know if Draco would be there but hopefully, he was. When he saw the familiar Lounge room of the Manor come into view, he smiled and stuck his head in. "Hello? Narcissa? Draco?" he called.

He sighed as he didn't hear a reply back. He tried again, and again and again. He didn't want to give up but as he never heard a single reply, he frowned and turned around. Harry was about to turn around and turn off the Floo, but as he heard that familiar soft voice, he swiftly turned back around to face... "Narcissa?"

Narcissa smiled warmly at her son's boyfriend. It has been so long since she has seen Harry. Oh, how lovely it is to see him again. "Hello, dear Harry."

"Where's Draco?" Harry asked immediately. His excitement grew as he could find out any second now where Draco was and how he's been doing. "Can I see him? I have his Christmas Presents, and yours too."

"Draco's currently up in his room." Narcissa was surprised when she heard that Harry has Christmas presents for her. But then her face turned stern, "But, what I would like to know is why you disappeared from the face of this Earth for three days? Draco was worried sick! I was worried sick."

Harry gave Narcissa a guilty smile. Oops... Well, it was Voldemort's fault for his disappearance because of the nightmare. And poor Mr Weasley. He hoped he was doing alright. "Sorry, long story," he replies quickly. "It was just a nightmare, that was also a vision and it came true. I had been Flooed to Grimmauld Place because of it. Mr Weasley was attacked in my vision by a snake...so that meant he really had been..."

"Goodness gracious me!" Narcissa said, stunned, and her jaw dropped an inch in shock. "Poor Arthur! This is why I stay away from meetings with You-know-who!"

"Ah, Narcissa. What a lovely surprise," Sirius said with a smile as he walked back into the lounge room. He hadn't found Remus anywhere. He probably is back at that Nymphadora's house.

Narcissa looked up at Sirius with a smile. Another person she hasn't seen in a while. "Sirius, how good it is so."

"Have you heard of our dear Ivy's charges being dropped?" Sirius asked her. He just wants to shout it out from the rooftop that his now adopted daughter is free.

Narcissa shook her head. She's heard of no such thing but is glad the girl is free from the Ministry. "No, I haven't and thank goodness she's free," she says with relief, though she was a little disappointed that Ivy had used magic underage.

"Mother? Did I hear voices? Is everything-." Draco walked into the lounge room of the Venetian Manor, looked at the green fireplace and beamed. He rushed over and sat beside his mother. "Harry! Where have you been?"

"Draco!" Harry said happily, wishing he could touch Draco's face. He tried to by reaching into the green flames but couldn't. He knows he can't unless he Floo's over there to Venice.

Draco turned to his head to face his mother. He really wanted to be embraced by his boyfriend and snogged like there was no tomorrow. He missed this Gryffindor so much! "Mother, can I go visit Harry please?"

Narcissa nodded. How could she say no to her son? "Of course, my Dragon."

Draco kissed his mother's forehead, thanking her in silent whispers. He grabbed the Floo powder from the mantle in a vase, chucked it in the fireplace and muttered Grimmauld Place. He ran through the lounge room, grabbed Harry by the hand and pulled him down onto one of the forest green couches. He stared deeply into the emerald green eyes, smiled, and leaned down to kiss him slowly and passionately.

Harry smiled into the kiss and embraced his hands around Draco's neck to pull him closer. "I love you so bloody much, Draco Malfoy," he said quietly, placing his forehead against Draco's forehead.

"I love you so bloody much too, Harry Potter," Draco admits, giving Harry another kiss, and another, and another. "Wait...that reminds me." He narrowed his eyes at Harry, "Where the sodding hell were you! You've been gone for three bloody days and I was so worried. Three sodding days! Don't you ever scare me like that again!"

Harry laughed and caressed Draco's cheeks with his thumbs. He finds it amusing when his Draco Malfoy is annoyed. "I had a nightmare, which turned out to be a vision," he tells him hesitantly.

"A vision?" Draco asked in disbelief, his expression blanching. He was positively sure his boyfriend was not a seer.

Harry nodded. He wished he never had the vision though. But he also thanked Merlin that he had it otherwise... well, he just hoped Mr Weasley wouldn't die. He inhaled deeply to calm himself down at what he was going to say, "Mr Weasley was attacked by Voldemort's snake."

Draco shuddered at the thought of a giant snake slithering inside the family's manor. But he also hoped Mr Weasley was alright. He's only met the man a few times and knows he's a nice guy. "My Father says it's triple the size of a Firebolt."

Harry decided to move away from that scary thought and change it to something a little interesting. He leaned closer so his lips were brushing over Draco's ears. "I'm sure you would love to see my Firebolt."

Draco smirked and was proud they had gone off the subject. But he just loved this new subject that had popped up. "Mm, I sure do," he says smoothly, wanting to rut against Harry now but thought others may be nearby. "It's my favourite subject ever."

Harry laughed and flushed in embarrassment as Sirius' face just peeked over the couch's back. "Hi!"

Sirius shook his head at him with disappointment. He could hear their conversation from the hallway. "No talking about Firebolt like that, Harry," he scolded him, unwavering. "Or I will take your actual Firebolt away from you."

Harry gasped in shock and narrowed his eyes at his Godfather, and Draco sighed and started kissing Harry's neck. Would his godfather do such a thing? "You wouldn't dare do that!"

"Oh, I would," Sirius said earnestly, strictly. If it will shut his godson up about talking about inappropriate things, then he will do it.

Draco smiled at the godfather-godson argument and decided to intervene by blocking out Harry's sight of his Uncle by resting his head on Harry's forehead. He stared deeply into emerald green orbs and kissed those pink lips. Harry kissed back eagerly, missing the taste and touch of his Draco.

When they pulled out, Harry grabbed Draco's black long-sleeved shirt and pulled him down. He kissed Draco's neck up and down until he found the sweet spot which he knew of. He sucked hard on that spot and heard a soft moan come from Draco's throat. He created a nice red bruise on Draco's neck that would mark for a while.

"Well... I'm going to go... Be back before dinner, my dear," Narcissa said awkwardly, and with that, the green flames around her turned into orange and her head disappeared.

"I should go too," Sirius said quickly, leaving the room with a smirk. He didn't want to stay around and watch his godson sink his teeth into his nephew. Or worse, do something intense on the couch.

Harry was too busy sucking on Draco's neck to know what was going on around him and Draco was too busy moaning and feeling Harry bite down into his delicate skin to hear his mother.

"Fuck," Draco whispered, rubbing himself against Harry slowly. He hasn't had sex with Harry in four days. It's not a lot, but he wants it. He wants to feel Harry again, to touch him.

"I know, same," Harry mumbled into Draco's neck, now using his tongue to wet the Slytherin's neck. He wants it bad too. "We save that for Christmas Night."

Draco grunted and kept slowly thrusting himself on Harry. He was too tired to even try to manipulate Harry into having sex with him. "Why not now?" he asks quickly. "I want."

"I want to, Draco," Harry whispered with a whimper, licking Draco's sweet spot and feels his orgasm startup. He just wants Draco to fuck him with his gorgeous long cock. "It would be much more special on Christmas."

"How so?" Draco asked, almost too eager to hear. How can sex on Christmas be much special than having it now? Well, he knows it's more special then because well... it's Christmas. The night and day of gift-giving.

"I'll pour chocolate all over myself so you can lick it off," Harry gives him the bright and sexual idea with a smirk to his lips. Merlin, it sounds amazing. "That's why."

"That sounds... intriguing and delicious," Draco admits, lowering his hand down Harry's body and rubbing his hand slowly over Harry's groin in his tracksuit pants. He can't wait to see Harry's naked body. "Could I pour it on you?"

"Of course, you can," Harry assured him whilst he was biting his lip from the teasing touch. Draco's just turning him on. "You have special privileges with my body."

"Mm, I love privileges with your body," Draco smirked at his words, glad Sirius wasn't anywhere around to hear this conversation and he placed a kiss on Harry's pants zipper. The Gryffindor gave a throaty "mmm" and Draco just wanted to unbutton and unzip his boyfriend's fly and give him a slow and teasing blowjob.

Harry laughed at the sexual vibe coming from Draco and sat up. He pulled the blonde Slytherin wizard closer to him by his thighs. "Anyway, I have an early surprise for you."

"Oooooh!" Draco said excitedly with a prolonged 'o' while pushing himself forward onto Harry's prick. He clearly was thinking dirty. "What kind of surprise?"

"You'll see the surprise once you get off me," Harry says while thrusting his hips up, trying to get the Slytherin off him. He doesn't want this fun to end but he also really wants to see Ivy again. It's just been so long, and he knows how excited Draco will be once he sees Ivy.

Draco leaned the rest of the way in and captured Harry's lips in a quick kiss, and when he leaned away, he got himself up off Harry and the couch. Harry pulled Draco up from the couch and kissed him again, and Draco smiled and snaked his arms around Harry's back.

Harry ended the kiss quickly and led Draco up the stairs until they got to the door with the initials of RAB. "Ready for your surprise, Draco?" Harry asked with a grin. He couldn't wait to see the surprised look on his boyfriend's face when he'll show him this sudden surprise.

Draco stared at the door; he knew it was a bedroom. He nodded and smiled at the door but was curious as to why Harry led him here. Harry did say he didn't want to shag... "I thought we weren't going to shag?"

Harry shook his head with the same grin, "No, no shagging," he tells him. "This surprise is different, and I know you'll like it." Harry kissed Draco one last time and opened the door. Even he hasn't seen Ivy at all and would be surprised to see her again. There, sitting on the bed with her phone in her hands was Ivy Black. But her hair was much longer and curlier, the curls were like from a little girl's doll's hair.

"Ivy sodding Black!" Draco yelled as he launched himself over the end of the bed and into Ivy's arms, making the girl fall onto her back and her phone fall out of her hand. "Don't you ever get yourself in that kind of situation again! I was worried sick, hoping you were okay and were being treated okay."

Ivy laughed and hugged her cousin back with enough strength to suffocate Draco. "Why, hello Draco," she says in a happy tone and uses her strength to sit up, taking Draco with her. "It's nice to see you too." She looked up from her cousin and smiled at the black-haired boy. "Hello, Harry."

"Hello," Harry replied with a smile and a little wave. He has forgotten that she's half-vampire. Nobody, when lying down on their back, can sit up with another person hugging them in the way that she did. "How are you, Ivy?"

"I'm good, thank you," Ivy said with a quick nod his way, she ended the hug with her cousin so she could walk up to Harry to give him a hug and that's what she did. She squeezed him tightly, but not enough to fully crush him, of course. Just enough to make him feel just how strong she is and Harry definitely felt how strong she was. He felt like he was hugging a strong wrestler woman just without the visible muscles.

Harry hugged her back and stared at his excited boyfriend, smiling at how his eyes just shone with happiness. He couldn't be happier knowing this lit Draco's day up. "We aren't the only ones who missed you lots, Ivy. Lavender kept throwing paper balls at us and gave details about your trial."

"I know, Hermione and Ron came to visit me too," Ivy tells the two with a smile, letting go of the hug and walked over to the end of the bed to sit down. She looks at them both, seeing how much they've grown in such little time.

"Can we ask about the trial and how you were found out?" Harry asked curiously, tilting his head to the side, and Draco nodded at the question. He hoped that wasn't too much to ask, or if it will trigger the girl somehow. The trial must have been hard on Ivy though.

"I was found out because of some strangers, mostly wizards, and they knew who I was because of my mother and sent some Aurors," Ivy says to them, linking her hands together over her knees. "I honestly didn't think apparating underage was that big of a deal. Just a minor charge. Meh." She shrugged. "The trial, however, I don't know. They asked me questions, I answered them to the best of my ability."

"What kind of questions?" Draco asked while hopping off the bed. He walked around the bed and stood behind Harry. He snaked his arms around Harry's stomach and kissed his cheek. Harry smiled and placed his hands over Draco's hands.

Ivy smiled at the two showing affection to each other. "Just about how I learnt how to apparate and how long I've been able to," she says, thinking of Lavender when glancing at the two boys. "Just to be clear, it was since I was 16. Luckily, they didn't do any blood tests so they didn't find out what I am. The Ministry was going to Fine my mother but couldn't since she didn't teach me how to apparate. I learnt myself."

Harry nodded at her. At least she wasn't sent to Azkaban. But wouldn't she be able to get out being that she's half-vampire? Draco kept continuously kissing Harry's cheek, and Harry asks with a smile, "So, are you able to spend Christmas?"

Ivy shrugged. She's been thinking of spending it at Sirius' but also Lavender's. Perhaps, she can invite Sirius over to Lavenders'. "I'm actually thinking of spending it at Lavender's place," she tells them, a little guilty that she's spending it with Lavender instead of her family. "Speaking of her, I haven't seen her for ages." 

"You sure you don't want to spend Christmas lunch with us tomorrow?" Draco asked, distracted with his favourite task of sucking hard on Harry's neck to give him a hickey. Harry moaned softly and bit his lip from the pleasure. Draco's mouth feels incredible on his neck and everywhere else.

"Oh, I'm sure." Ivy stared at the two boys with narrowed eyes and placed her hands on her hips, feeling a little triggered by Draco's actions. She hasn't had blood in months, besides that one time her mother actually came to speak on behalf of her for some reason instead of just leaving Ivy to be questioned further. "I don't want to be eating with vampires on Christmas Eve, only Lavender's family."

Harry snorted and felt blood drip down his neck unless it was Draco's spit but either one, he didn't mind. It tickled him and he enjoyed it. He liked Ivy's pun though. It was very deadly.

"Are you two going to shag or something because if you are, can you use dad's room for that?" Ivy asked them seriously. No way she was going to let these boys into her own room to shag.

Harry was about to respond to her question, saying that the fun time he will have with Draco will be on Christmas, but Sirius had peeked his head into the bedroom. Sirius gave the boys a strict look, "No shagging in my room! Only in your own rooms."

Draco blew a raspberry in Harry's neck, and Harry giggled from the feeling and wriggled out of Draco's clutch. He looked at Sirius and Ivy who stared at them curiously.

"Anyway, Draco, you should head back to your mother," Sirius added while sighing at the two. Those two were a weird couple at times, but adorable. As always, they remind him of himself and Remus.

"Why can't Harry come home with me?" Draco asked with mock sadness, pouting like a little kid. Manipulation is the key to Slytherin success and if has to force himself to cry, then he'll damn well do it.

Sirius thought for a moment, thinking if Harry could get another nightmare and if so, they'd be too late to save whoever it is. Or, if not, then he'd be safe with his lover in a ward protected house. "Alright, Harry can go with you."

Draco grinned and kissed Harry's cheek, putting his arms back around the Gryffindor. Harry was all his for the Christmas Holidays and he couldn't be feeling happier. "Mine!" he whispered into Harry's ears, tightening his embrace on Harry protectively and nibbling on the lobe of Harry's ear.

"So, Ivy, are you allowed to apparate still?" Harry asked with a smile at his protective boyfriend. He loves a clingy Draco. He loves Draco in general, so much.

Ivy nodded at him, "I am, currently, 17 this year so yes, I'm allowed to apparate," she admits, and her smile seemed to widen. "I'm also getting my muggle driving license soon and I can't wait to drive Lavender everywhere around the United Kingdom!"

"No, way!" Harry said in surprise and in disbelief, his eyes widening. He didn't think Ivy would ever apply for a muggle driver's license since she's a witch but she does still live in muggle society, Hogwarts or not. He never contemplated driving, and it actually sounds interesting. But it means he would need a car, and a car he doesn't have. "When did you start driving and do you even have a car?"

"I started driving last year, January the 5th," Ivy tells him casually, sighing about the topic of cars. But she admits it is pretty fun driving around the suburbs close to London. "And my mother owns a few cars. I can probably convince her to let me have her Porsche convertible or just steal it."

Harry's eyes seem to widen a little more, and yet Draco was just as confused as Sirius was "What's a muggle driving license and a Porsche?" Draco had asked her, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

Harry smiled at his curious and confused boyfriend and tilted his head back to look up into silver eyes. "It's...err...do you know what a car is?" It's the only simple way of explaining what a drivers license is if Draco knows what a car is.

"Isn't a car one of those weird things muggles use to get to places?" asked Draco, and he could see in the corner of his eye Ivy nodding and reaching for her phone on her bed. "They look like marshmallows to me."

"Yeah, that," Harry replied with a nod and a little laugh at Draco's representation of cars. They did look like marshmallows from far away, he can admit that. "You need a license to drive cars as they're complicated to operate. You need to learn how to use the wheel, brakes and gears."

"Oh, okay..." Draco said but he was still a bit confused about what a gear and brake are, so he continued kissing Harry's cheek repeatedly.

Sirius smirked at the two boys but also knew Narcissa would be waiting for them. Even though he's apparently a Blood-traitor, he still likes to be on time with things and that includes getting his cousin's son home to him with his Godson. "I'll get Kreacher to get your trunk for you, Harry. But before you go I wanted to show you something related to muggle vehicles."

"Oh, sure!" Harry says, the sudden smile on Sirius' face making him excited for some reason. It must be important.

"Trust me when I say you're going to like it," Ivy suddenly says, and she's now lying down on the bed with a book in her hands. Harry recognises the book as an R. L. Stein horror book.

"Yes, now follow me, boys," Sirius says, and he turns on his feet and walks out the door. Harry and Draco quickly bid Ivy farewell with quick hugs and rushed after Sirius. They followed Sirius up to the attic, where in the back of the room he pulled a dusty grey blanket off an odd shape which turned out to be a classic black Kawasaki W800 Motorbike.

"Goodness, today's a day full of surprises," Harry says, watching Sirius wheel it out of the shadows and into the light. Beside him, Draco had his head tilted to the side as his eyes studied the odd contraption which he believed was Muggle.

"Well, it's all yours, Harry," Sirius said, grinning. "I lent it to Hagrid, as you should know. He gave it back after I was free from the Ministry. I don't really want it anymore. Ivy doesn't want it. She says it's too dangerous but she gave it a go outside a few days before you guys left Hogwarts. She doesn't like how it has two wheels instead of four. It's fine though."

Harry stepped forward and ran his hand over the handgrips and looked at the entire motorbike from there. "I like it," he admits with a happy nod, smiling at the thought of taking Draco out into the countryside or anywhere in the United Kingdom that has famous landmarks. "I never thought you were a motorbike person, but then again, I had an idea. Why are you giving it to me?"

Sirius shrugged and cast away the dust on it with a simple spell, "I haven't used Venom since before I was sent to Azkaban and that was when Remus and I were a thing," he tells him. "We used to go on many dates with Venom. She runs on magic, of course, so she can fly, camouflage the users or you can just use her on the muggle roads. Venom is the name I call this motorbike and yes, I know it's weird so don't judge me." Harry laughed and shook his head. "I just think it's in better hands with you than me. You're young, adventurous, so I know it'll be used more by you than it will be used by me."

"This is brilliant!" Harry says with excitement, grasping one handle and hauling his leg over the other side of it. The sidecar wasn't attached to it. He sat on the leather seat and looked up at Draco, noticing how confused he looked. Ah, typical Draco finding out about muggle items but with a little bit of magic. He looks down at what's in front of him including the key ignition, the gas meter, the mirrors, the brake lever, the throttle, windscreen and lights. "I'm going to need lessons, and I'm only 15 so I don't think I'm allowed to even ride a motorbike until 16."

"The age part is right," Sirius said with a plain nod and opens the little compartment just beside the odometer which held the keys just by tapping his wand. "But you won't turn 16 until July next year so who cares if you get lessons earlier and who exactly will find out? I can give you lessons any time you want, kiddo."

"How about today after Draco and I go back to the Venetian Manor?" Harry suggests the simple idea, and Sirius nods at the arrangement. "Brilliant! Can't wait to get started."

"I'm glad you feel that way, Harry," Sirius says as Harry gets off the motorbike and joins Draco again. "Just come back whenever you're ready for your riding lesson."

"Great!" Draco mumbled, his arms finding their way around Harry's waist, and he sticks his nose in Harry's neck. Now he has Harry all to himself. He's excited! "I'm just going to steal Harry for the rest of the... week... besides those lessons" He looked up at Sirius, "If you don't mind, Uncle Sirius."

Sirius chuckled and waved a hand airily to say he doesn't mind. "No, not at all! Your teenagers, go have...err...fun." Draco grinned, thanked his Uncle with a nod and then dragged Harry out of the room.

Harry laughed and immediately felt soft lips on his own as his back was slammed against the wall. He kissed back eagerly, running his hands through the soft silky blonde hair, and messed it up. They leaned out, staring deeply into each other's eyes, lips pink and swollen from the hard kissing.

Draco smirked and led Harry down into the lounge room. He grabbed the vase and held it out for Harry, watching as he grabbed some Floo Powder and disappeared with his trunk into the fireplace. Draco grabbed a handful of Floo powder for himself, placed the vase back on the fireplace and disappeared into the green flames.

Harry stared at the huge Christmas tree in wonder. It was beautiful. So beautiful. A large fir tree filled with white, silver and gold tinsel and wizarding ornaments hanging from its branches. He placed his trunk by the lounge chair and walked up to the tree to feel its branches and leaves.

As Draco entered through into the lounge room of his Venice Manor, he immediately rushed over to Harry, pinned him up against the wall next to the Christmas tree and kissed him hard.

Narcissa Malfoy was in the kitchen, wearing an elegant silver long-sleeved dress, holding a warm teacup and saucer in her hand while leaning casually on the bench with an eyebrow raised. She chuckled, watching the boys snogging in her lounge room. She thought to herself that she definitely needs to take these boys all over the world. To France, Mexico, Nepal, Australia, and America. She placed her teacup and saucer down on the island table and walked over to the duo. "Ahem!" No answer from the snogging boys. "Ahem!" still no answer.

"Honestly, boys, you're like magnets!" Narcissa said with an impatient smile. When there wasn't an answer, she whipped out her wand and cast a levitating spell on Draco and pulled him up five feet in the air with a small flick of her wand.

Draco frowned and reached down to try to grab Harry but was too high up. He glared annoyingly at his mother and crossed his arms over his chest, "We get your point, mother. Put me down!" he hisses. "Please..."

Harry laughed at Draco joyfully with his hands on his stomach. He really loves this family so much. The Malfoy's are the most caring and fun family, besides the Weasley's, that he's ever known.

Draco smiled lovingly down at Harry and his laughter and he tried to swim through the air down to him but was pulled up a few more feet into the air by his mother. He groaned and just wanted to be back in Harry's arms again.

Narcissa chuckled at her son. She looked down at the Gryffindor, "How long should I leave him up there for, Harry?" she asks him, amused with how annoyed her son is with her.

Harry shrugged and blew a kiss up to Draco. This was very entertaining to watch. His own boyfriend trying to swim through the air. He could watch this for hours. "An hour?"

"What!" Draco yelled in incredulity, but his face softened from the kiss Harry blew up to him. "Harry, you're supposed to be on my side! You're a bloody traitor, Harry!"

"Sorry, Draco," Harry said with a cheeky grin, not at all feeling guilty about this. Draco rolled his eyes and Harry smirked at him. "Mothers know best and I'm sure you know it too."

"Thank you, Harry," Narcissa said politely with a warm smile, and then she looked back up at her son floating five feet in the air. "My darling little Dragon. You've learnt how to fly. Mother is so proud."

Draco rolled his eyes at the two and muttered, "Put me down, please." Narcissa sighed and gave a small flick of her wand and pointed it down to the floor. Draco grinned as he was being lowered back down towards Harry. He rested his chin on his hands and swayed his legs back and forth behind him as he was lowered closer and closer to Harry. When he was back on his feet, he grabbed Harry by the waist, pulled him closer and kissed him. Harry tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss and he wrapped his hands around the Slytherin's neck.

Narcissa rolled her eyes at her son. She didn't notice how clingy her son was to this Gryffindor boy in her Manor. But she knew one thing her Dragon will do anything for. And it wasn't just Harry. "Alright, who wants Spaghetti Bolognese!"

Draco opened his eyes and ended the kiss at once. "Me!" he shouted but gave one last kiss to Harry before getting up off Harry and ran to the kitchen, smiling hungrily at the thought of one of his favourite meals.

Harry chuckled at his spaghetti bole obsessed boyfriend. How can he not love such a Cinnamon Roll like Draco? "Gets him every time, doesn't it?"

Narcissa smiled down at him, saying in consent, "It most certainly does."

"I love him so much," Harry muttered with a grin as he stared up at the beautifully carved cream ceiling of the lounge room. How could he not? Draco's just such a sweet, caring, handsome, amazing person. He loves having Draco in his life, having Draco as his boyfriend. He considers himself the luckiest person alive right now.

"I know you do, Harry," Narcissa said, giving Harry a little smile and her blue eyes lit up with pride. Harry looked at her and smiled. Narcissa was so glad her son had found such an incredible boy to love and share memories with. She doesn't even care if the boy is a half-blood. All that matters is her son's love for this boy and this boy's love for her son. And when looking at this boy, she can see something in his eyes that tells her that he'll be around for quite a while.

Draco came back into the lounge room with his arms crossed. He was pissed. He didn't see anything in the kitchen at all. He didn't even smell any of that delicious smell that comes from the pasta sauce and herbs. "Where's the food?"

"I was only kidding, my Dragon," Narcissa smiled smugly at her son's annoyed look. "I had to get you off of your boyfriend somehow." Draco scoffed and sneered at her. "We're going to France anyway." She ignored the rude remark from her son. Can't he at least keep the tone down when there is a guest in her house?

"Could have just told me that, mother," Draco muttered with a shake of his head in disapproval.

"Why ruin all the fun?" Narcissa asked nonchalantly with a smirk. She gestured the boys to come to her, "Come here, both of you. Count this as an early Christmas gift."

"Yay!" Harry said excitedly and grabbed a hold of Narcissa's arm softly, ready for the apparition. He's never been to France but would like to. He'd love to visit the many French buildings that are so popular for tourism as well as the famous attractions around the place.

"Yay!" Draco said sarcastically with an eye roll as he walked over and grabbed his mother's arm. He didn't really care about France – that was definitely a big lie. He's been there heaps of times with his mother in the past for shopping and he loves it. He just prefers to spend his time alone with Harry. 

Back two or three years ago, he'd generally go to France with his mother to see the attractive boys wandering around everywhere. But not anymore as he's got the most attractive male in the world with him now and he's currently dating him. And he's hoping that this male will be with him for a very long time and just by looking into those green eyes of his, he can tell that it would come true.

Harry held his breath as the apparition feeling made him a little nauseous. He opened his eyes and noticed he was in a different lounge room. It was larger with bigger wider windows taller than himself. Everything was coloured white and gold and it looked uniquely elegant and clearly very expensive. The roof of the lounge room was tall and a pearl white with golden carvings decorating it.

With an "oomph," Harry fell on a white Chaise with Draco on top of him. Harry stared up at Draco lovingly and swore that Draco had wings and a halo. He squinted his eyes and just realised it was the reflection from a glass vase with a golden dove on it. He caressed Draco's cheek with his thumb and pulled him down for a kiss.

Narcissa sighed and sat down on one of her favourite French antique chairs. This wasn't meant to happen. Her son has just been rather clingy to Harry. Was it because of the sex those two had back at school? Probably so. She remembered the talk with Draco as they got back to the manor on that Friday afternoon. It was quite the chat. Very... There were just a few things she didn't need to know that Draco told her, but it was good that he spilled it out to her. Talking is good, as her mother had once told her, Andromeda and Bellatrix.

Harry broke out of the kiss as he heard a sigh not far away from him. He gave Narcissa an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Narcissa. It's just... your son's very pretty and attractive," He admitted with a slight blush to his cheeks, and Draco kissed Harry's cheek for the compliment.

Narcissa chuckled sweetly at Harry. He's such a sweet boy, such a darling. No wonder her Dragon loves him. "It's alright, and shall we head out for some lunch, then?"

Harry nodded. That was exciting to hear and he'd love to spend the rest of the day with the Malfoy's. "That sounds lovely," he says courteously, already wanting to see Paris with Draco. "But if you don't mind, I would like a tour of the house please." He then fluttered his eyebrows coquettishly at Draco, asking, "Get off me, Please?"

Draco laughed quietly, feeling his heart fluttering in his chest because of how cute Harry can be when he wants something. He stood up from the chair and held out his hand for the Gryffindor.

Harry closed his hand around Draco's and let him be pulled off the chair. Once he was up, he looked over Draco's shoulder at Narcissa, "Are we ready for the tour, because I know I am."

"That depends, Harry," Narcissa said with a smirk, knowing the two boys just can't be without each other for even a few hours. She understands it though. "Are you done snogging my son for a little while?"

Harry sighed. That would be a little hard not to do but he can resist the urge to kiss Draco for a few hours. "For now, I can wait a little bit." He looked back into Draco's eyes, "Think you can fight the urge to kiss me?"

Draco nodded. He can try but when he is so clingy to his boyfriend, it's hard to resist the urge to kiss him. "For a small amount of time, yes," he tells him. Then he smiles, "I can't wait a whole day."

Narcissa turned on her heel and led them through a large hallway with white arches and towards the Entrance Hall which was a large spaced out area with a graced white marbled floor and golden leaf interior trim. It combines the parlour and dining room, both of which are joined to the kitchen by a wide corridor that runs past the large spiral main staircase.

"My goodness!" said Harry in complete astonishment when looking around the room. It's like something he would see in a movie. "You could hold charity balls or just Grand Ball's in this gigantic space."

"We could have but never really had the time," said Narcissa. "It probably happened in the past before our time though. But Lucius and I were too busy raising our dearest Draco." She pinched Draco's cheeks and grinned.

"Mother!" Draco grumbled and flicked her hand away so he could rub at his cheek. Harry chuckled and kissed Draco's cheek to make it better. That made Draco smile. "Mother, please continue on with the tour."

Harry followed behind Narcissa with Draco, their hands intertwined, and Harry just couldn't believe his eyes when seeing the entire manor. Then they entered the study, which was beyond the Living room and is restrained and filled with light from many large windows and French doors that open out onto the rear terrace.

Then it was time to go upstairs to the second story, which mainly was the bedrooms. The bedrooms have recessed lighting, and both the parent's rooms and master have balconies. Then Harry found Draco's bedroom and he just gasped and wanted to start jumping on the bed no matter how childish that sounded.

The black Rococo carved bed set just stood out from everything else in the room. It was the vector, the thing that Harry saw first. To complete the set were two side tables carved the same as the bed. Draco's bedroom had its own marble fireplace! There is a walk-in wardrobe, a silver chandelier hanging from the roof, in one corner of the bedroom was a white and black chaise and on either side of it were French doors leading out to the terrace. Covering the doors were grey see-through Hilton blackout curtains but tied up with a loose string so that the sunlight could shine into the room.

"What a wonderful view," Harry said when standing out at the balcony looking out at the countryside and gardens below. Then he walked up to Narcissa with Draco by his side. "What do you have planned for the midday?"

Narcissa smiled.

-

They spent the rest of the midday in Paris. Narcissa took the boys everywhere she knew of including the Eiffel Tower which Draco couldn't stop hugging Harry because he loved both views he was seeing. The Louvre Museum they went to next and Harry just loved the place. Everything so old, as well as the artworks, was an extraordinary sight.

Draco clung to Harry throughout the midday. He held his head high and made sure everyone noticed that Harry was his and only his. Harry laughed at how overprotective Draco was, but he had to admit it was very sweet and undeniably cute.

When they arrived at the Arc De Triomphe, a lady working for the newspapers asked if she could take a photo of them under the Arc. They accepted and let the lady take a couple of photos of them staring lovingly into each other's eyes and smiling, dancing, kissing, and hugging. Narcissa couldn't help but smile at the two boys who were so in love, even if they were told not to kiss for a while but she let this one slip.

Harry was surprised to hear that the famous Arc De Triomphe was actually a gateway for wizards and witches throughout France, which Narcissa had told him. It was another way of getting to their Ministry. The Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France. But the usual visitor's entrance was on the other side of France and was located in the grounds of Place de Furstemburg (in Furstemberg Square) found in the 6th District of Paris. If a person stood in the middle and coughed, the roots of surrounding trees rose up into a birdcage elevator and descended into the ground.

Until finally, it was lunchtime. Narcissa took the two to her favourite restaurant named Le Cinq which was also a part of a gorgeous fancy Hotel with black pot plants bordering the sides of the hotel walls, and a large deep green grassy plant in the middle of a white and grey tiled walkway including a gigantic carved pot filled with the same grassy plant.

Inside the restaurant, the interior was elegant and coloured white and gold. White table clothes covered the square and round tables that were spread around the restaurant neatly. Golden rimmed chairs with white cushions were pushed under each edge of the tables. There was a piano in one of the corners of the restaurant on a little stage.

Harry asked for a Mushroom and Ham Truffle Spaghetti. It tasted better than it sounded, served in a bowel resembling a seashell. And as a dessert that would come later, he couldn't decide on what to have, so he just ordered whatever Draco had which turned out to be Croquant De Pamplemousse. To Harry, it resembled a small cake-like thing but with odd cylindrical green and cream coloured things in it that he had no idea what they were. It was an interesting dish, but he liked it. It was more of a fruity item than anything else. He even saved his dish from being kidnapped and eaten by Draco. It was fun though, swatting Draco's hand away from his dish. When Narcissa left to go pay for the food, Draco put on a cheeky smile.

Harry laughed softly at Draco's smile and clasped his hands together, knowing the Slytherin had something on his mind. "Okay, Draco, tell me your evil little plan."

"It's not evil, Harry," Draco whispered his innocence. He placed his hand under Harry's cheek and caressed the Gryffindor's cheek with his thumb and smiled quickly. "Kiss me before mother comes ba-"

Harry kissed him passionately but kept an eye over at the cash register just in case. He grabbed Draco's hand which rested on his cheek and held it softly. Draco leaned out of the kiss with a smile and a slight tinge of rosiness to his cheeks.

Harry smiled, removed Draco's hand from his cheek and intertwined their hands together. "Je t'aime, Draco," he said, winking. He literally only knows that word. He doesn't know any other French words.

Draco blushed even more and bit his lip. He didn't think Harry would know how to speak French, or even speak it in its accent. "Je t'aime tellement, Harry Potter," he says sweetly, his silver eyes shining with love. "Vos yeux sont la plus belle couleur vert émeraude que j'aie jamais vue et ils brillent magnifiquement au soleil."

Harry smiled as he doesn't know what Draco said. Only that Draco loves him, which he knows already. He felt a soft hand on his shoulder and looked up at Narcissa. He hoped she hadn't caught them kissing.

Narcissa smiled down at Harry and her son. She was so proud of her son and how romantic he was to this boy. She knows they've been together for a whole year now and she hoped that the relationship will progress for many years as she just adores the look her son gives Harry. The look of love. Such an amazing and beautiful thing that a mother likes to see. "Do you know what he said, Harry?"

Harry shrugged and shook his head. He hadn't any idea about the other words. "Only that he loves me."

Narcissa nodded and glanced at her son with narrowed eyes, wondering if he has the guts to speak of what he said to Harry. "Shall I tell him what you also said or should you?" she asked her son, her hand moving to her hips.

Draco blushed and looked down at his empty plate. He didn't know if he should or shouldn't tell Harry exactly what he said. It would kind of be embarrassing to admit, even if they were just normal... compliments.

Narcissa smiled and shook her head at her son's bravery if that's what she would call it. She turned to Harry, "He told you that he loves you and that your eye-"

Draco got up and knelt down in front of Harry. He squeezed his hand in Harry's and told him what he said in French, "I love you so much, Harry Potter. Your eyes are the most beautiful emerald green colour I have ever seen, and they sparkle gorgeously in the sunlight."

Harry smiled down at Draco lovingly and placed a hand on Draco's cheek. He was blushing even redder and his heart was fluttering wildly in his chest. A couple of "Awe's" were heard around the room. "That was beautiful, Draco," he replies gently. "I love you so much too. I've honestly told you this so many times and it's true, your eyes shimmer beautifully like the full moon on a dark night. They light up my world, and glimmer like stunning diamonds and stars."

Draco mirrored Harry's loving smile and looked up at his mother, wanting her to give his kissing Harry privileges back. "Can I kiss him now?"

Narcissa laughed and nodded. How could she not ruin this moment? It's such a beautiful thing to see, to see her son in love with a man that he wants in his life.

Draco lunged forward and sat on Harry's lap, staring deeply and lovingly into those beautiful eyes he loves before he kissed him with every drop of love he has for Harry, and that's never-ending.

"Honnêtement, il suffit de se marier maintenant," a young lady said from somewhere in the background to them.

Draco blushed even redder during the kiss as the lady just told him that he should marry Harry. But of course, he knew he was still too young for marriage right now. Even though he has been having thoughts about marriage every now and then, but he always shoved those thoughts to a corner of his brain for the future. He's only 15 after all. When the kiss ended, they both stared happily into each other's eyes.

"Oh, I hate to ruin this happy moment, but we better be off," Narcissa said quickly and penitently, beaming at the two with her hand over her heart.

Harry and Draco looked up at Narcissa and smiled. "It's okay...mum," Harry decided to call her that but just this once to make Draco's mother laugh and he felt happy that he was able to do it. Narcissa had laughed softly and held out her hands for the boys to take. It's time to head home.

When they made it back to the French Manor, Draco pulled Harry back to the white chaise with a grin and kissed him. Narcissa smiled, shook her head at the lovers and disappeared into the kitchen a hallway away.

Harry pushed Draco off him, making the Slytherin pout and he smiled. "It's time to learn how to ride a motorbike," he says with an excited grin, and Draco's lips form a little 'o'. "Let's go."

They found Sirius outside of 12 Grimmauld Place with the motorbike revving the engine and getting it started. He had his black Helmet on and a black leather jacket that made him look quite cool. They walked over to him, Harry with an excited smile and Draco winced from the loud sound of the motorbike.

"So, how does this thing work?" Harry asks Sirius, knowing that like a car, a motorbike can be tricky to use. "What must I know when riding err... Venom."

"Riding a Motorbike will be a little intimidating at first, but if you use it with caution and care, it can be easy to learn," Sirius explains when turning off the engine. "This compartment here that holds the keys won't be seen by muggles so you can leave the keys there if you want. Or be safe and carry them around. "Before you can ride on your own, I'll have to take you to the Ministry to put the bike under your name for registration and get your license approved."

Harry nodded and just as he reached over to touch the handles, Sirius had revved the engine again and took off down the street. He came back minutes later after turning around at an intersection.

"Your right hand is responsible for two crucial functions," Sirius tells him. "By twisting the grip toward you, you apply the throttle. A little twist goes a long way, so be delicate with this control because revving the engine can lead to instability or cause the front wheel to leave the pavement. Your right hand also controls the front brakes, whose lever is located in front of the throttle, much like on a bicycle. Smoothness is here as well. Yank the brake lever too hard, and the front brakes can lock up, causing the bike to skid and even crash. Your right foot, meanwhile, controls the rear brake."

Harry just kept nodding while Sirius tells him of the basics of riding a motorbike, and a few meters behind them on the pavement Draco just sat down and watched them. Finally, Harry was allowed to get on and try it for himself. He clipped on Sirius' helmet, shifted his weight onto his left leg, then kicked his right leg back and then up and over the bike. He sat on the cushioned leather seat and acquainted himself with the controls.

He kicked up the kickstand, and practices turning the motorbike on and off with the kill switch, the key ignition and the power button, and then when he felt ready, he p, pressed the shifter down to first gear, released the clutch slowly, and gently twisted the throttle. As the bike gains forward momentum, he put his feet up on the pegs and rolled down the street. He felt amazed at the feel of riding a motorbike, and how the wind brushed against his face. He only went about 10k/h down the road since he didn't want to go any faster than that.

Sirius and Draco were cheering for him when Harry turned the vehicle around and came back. Harry turned off the motorbike, kicked down the kickstand, got off the bike and went over to them both and received high fives and smiles.

"Well done, Kiddo!" Sirius said proudly. "Whenever you want to practise again, just tell me. Once you turn 16, I'll take you to the Ministry to get your official license. If you get pulled over by a muggle police officer, you just show them your license and it'll appear as a muggle provisional or full licence."

"That's brilliant!" said Harry, taking off the helmet and placed it on the seat. He lets Draco wrap an arm around him, and he leaned into his embrace. "This has been fun, and I've learnt a lot. Thanks, Sirius. I can't wait until I'm officially allowed to ride the streets of London."

"I felt the same when I first rode Venom," Sirius said and began wheeling Venom to the front door of 12 Grimmauld Place. "She was a real dream. Remus enjoyed her too. We explored the countryside together."

Harry helped Sirius with getting Venom back into the house but instead of taking it all the way up to the attic, they just placed it in the sitting room by the piano. They then headed to the kitchen for a nice cup of tea and had a chat about How Harry can improve and what to do in case of an emergency when riding the Kawasaki motorbike.

*****

Draco and Harry were back in the Malfoy's Manor in France and snogging on the white chaise until they heard an apparition crack and swiftly looked up. Who would even know they were in France? They haven't told anybody at all where they were headed.

Lucius Malfoy stood in the French Manor's lounge room staring fondly at the two boys on the chaise. "Hello, boys."

"H-Hello, Mr Malfoy," Harry said, stuttering from the sudden fright of the apparition crack that echoed silently and bounced off the walls. What was Mr Malfoy doing here? Was anybody else here with him?

"Father? What are you doing here?" Draco asked coldly, sitting up and surveying the room for any unwanted guests. He'll protect Harry with his soul, even from his own father.

"I've come to let you know the manor is free from the dark lord during the Christmas break," Lucius informed them, his hand resting on his Snake cane. "So, with that in mind, I'd like to invite Harry over for a Christmas dinner."

"Thank you for the offer, Mr Malfoy," Harry responded kindly with a smile. He shifted uncomfortably with Draco sitting on his lap. This was a very surprising greeting. Mr Malfoy offering him Christmas dinner? Either it's a trick or this man really does care for him.

"How very thoughtful of you, father," Draco said, giving his father a soft smile. He trusts his father, of course, but would his own father invite Harry to dinner at the family manor? This was unexpected.

Lucius smiled back at his son, "Yes, well, it's the least I can do." He turned his head just an inch to look at Harry, "May I borrow my son for a minute, Mr Potter?" Harry nodded his head. "Good! Come now, Draco."

Draco groaned and leaned down for one more kiss with Harry before getting up off Harry and the chaise and followed his father to his study. The two chairs in front of the desk, walls, floor, and ceiling were all silver and white. He had to admit that he liked white and silver more than the dreary depressing black that covered Malfoy manor.

Draco's attention snapped back to his father as he cast a couple of sound and privacy wards up around the room, closed the door with a 'thud' with his wand and sat down at his wooden desk. "Have you've been reading the book I gave you?"

Draco nodded. If this really was important for an incoming war, he was ready as he had everything stuck in his mind. "Once every two weeks just so I understand more about what I have to do," he reassures his father and his worries.

"Good, and do you remember the incantations?" Lucius asked seriously, his arms crossing over the table and his cane was rested against the left leg of the desk.

"Yes, I've been repeating them every night in my head," Draco said in a bored tone. He crossed his arms over his chest as he doesn't want to talk about this now as Harry's here and he hasn't seen him for three days so he wants to catch up on a little more snogging sessions with him.

Lucius narrowed his eyes at his son's worn attitude, "And you know exactly what to do when the time comes?"

"Yes, father." Draco sighed and wondered if this conversation will go anywhere besides this topic. He understands his father is worried but he feels like he is ready.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy," Lucius said in a warning tone. "This is a serious thing that you need to know, even if you do know it. The dark lord is gaining power, and slowly, his followers. You need to be ready for when the time comes."

"I know," Draco said with a weary nod. Now he's becoming a little aware of how bad this situation really is and how the bond really is important. But the thing is, he doesn't know when he must cast the bonding spell.

Lucius shook his head and brushed his hands through his long hair with frustration. He then looked up at his son and sighed. "Do you know how hard it is to keep this family safe from the dark lord, to create fake memories to fool him and have to watch him kill people and have his slimy snake slither through our manor!" he asked anxiously.

Draco shook his head with a frown and suddenly felt sorry for his father. He never knew his own father had to create Pensieve memories just to keep him, his mother, and Harry safe from Voldemort. "No, I don't."

"Exactly!" Lucius hissed, but then softened his tone to appear calm. "However, the bonding is just as important than keeping this family safe and unharmed as it will keep you and Harry safe."

"Alright," Draco said softly. He really hated that he and Harry have to be in the damned war. Can't the Aurors step in and fight Voldemort themselves instead of 15-year-old teenage boys? "Is there anything you need to tell or give me that could help out in some way?"

Lucius shook his head. He's given his son all the necessary information he needs to know. "Everything you need to know is in the book," he tells him. "But, if you want to practice the bond, I'm always at Malfoy Manor."

Draco nodded. He really felt something deep inside him as he knew how much his father actually cared for Harry. "Thank you, father...for everything and caring about Harry just as much as you care for me."

Lucius smiled, walked around his desk, and placed a gentle hand on his son's shoulder. "It's not a problem, Draco. And of course, I care about the man who'll hold my future grandson or granddaughter in them." He gave his son a wink and gradually hugged him.

Draco was surprised at the sudden rare gesture from his father but hugged him back with a smile. What he was confused about was what his father meant, 'man who'll hold his future grandkids. He didn't understand it at all. "So, what's with this hug? It's a very rare thing to get from my own father."

Lucius chuckled mirthfully and sighed slowly. "Oh, I know," he says and gives his son a little squeeze in the hug. "Everyone deserves hugs once in a while and I apologise for how bad of a father I have been in the past."

"Thank you, father," Draco responded gratefully. This is a true blessing to have such a great father in his life, but he was never a terrible father. "And you're not a bad father. Annoying and selfish, yes. Bad, not at all. The only thing that makes you bad is siding with he-who-should-be-dead."

"You know very well why I'm siding with him, Draco," Lucius said with a small frown. It was a little funny how his son named the Dark Lord, so that lifted his spirits up.

"Yes father, I know," Draco said hesitantly. It's always about keeping the family safe. He hoped that was all his father had to talk to him about as his boyfriend is waiting for him. Merlin, he hoped he was all right. "So, is that all you wanted to talk about?"

"No, I wanted to talk about marriage," Lucius said with a half-smile. Draco hesitated and rose an eyebrow curiously at his father's words. He knew it was too early for that, though. Lucius smirked at his son's reaction, "I'm only joking, my Dragon."

"Right..." Draco said as he ended the hug awkwardly. He was contemplating whether he should inform his father that he's starting to sound a lot like Uncle Sirius but didn't want to think about any consequences there would be to his words.

"You shouldn't keep Mr Harry Potter waiting now, do you?" Lucius asked while patting his son on the shoulder. He could see how much his son wanted to be with Harry again. It reminded him of when he and Narcissa were teenagers and how they were never apart from each other. The good old days, ah.

"I guess not," Draco said in a low voice, taking a few steps back until his hand rested on the silver doorknob.

"Oh, and Draco?" asked Lucius suddenly.

Draco looked back up at his father as he twisted the doorknob open. "Yes?"

Lucius gave his son a smirk, "If you were to...let's say...marry Mr Potter, what name would you choose to keep?"

Draco felt like a ton of weight had just been pushed down on his shoulders. He huffed and bit his lip, wondering why he and his father was talking about marriage now. "Malfoy, obviously," he said, but he couldn't actually decide on which name if he and Harry were to marry. But still, that's not likely to happen any time soon.

"Wise choice," Lucius said with the same smirk during which he was gesturing his son to leave.

Draco nodded and pulled the door open. He exited the room and headed back down the white elegant hallway to the lounge room but didn't see Harry anywhere. He hoped that Harry didn't go wandering off through the manor as it's just as easy to get lost here than it is back in Malfoy Manor. He headed back down the hallway, checking every room and other hallways in the large French manor until finally, he found Harry in the kitchen with his mother. He sighed in relief, walked over to Harry, and planted a kiss on his cheek, but stared at a particular blue container with small round balls wrapped in a golden paper.

Harry smiled, grabbed Draco's chin, and pulled him into a short kiss. "So, what did you and Mr Malfoy talk about?" he asked intriguingly, his head tilting his head to the side and wondered just what Draco was told.

Narcissa rose a delicate eyebrow up with confusion as she stared at her son for an answer. "Yes, what did you and your father talk about without my consent first? Especially, if it was in the same house as us." She also remembered she never asked her son about the book Lucius gave him over the summer holidays.

"Private manly things," Draco said proudly with his head held high. He wriggled his nose but didn't know why he did that. "You know, extra stuff on puberty and all."

Harry smiled with a nod of his head. He was sure Draco would know everything about that subject though, wouldn't he? He remembers learning a little about Puberty with Harold the Giraffe.

"And I'm sorry you didn't know he was here, mother," Draco said guiltily, his chin dipping to his chest. He really was sorry and knew he should have called his mother back into the lounge room as soon as his father had apparated in. "He apparated in and asked Harry over for Christmas dinner."

"How kind," Narcissa said casually and smiling. But she could tell her son was lying. It seems she needs to have a chat with her husband sometime soon.

"Just like I said before, it's the least I can do," Lucius walked into the kitchen and stole a chocolate truffle from the container. He took off the golden wrapper and bit into it.

Harry watched as Draco started counting down from five, but also watched as Narcissa walked around the bench and started walking after Lucius. What the bloody hell was going on?

"No! My truffle!" Lucius hissed protectively at the same time as he started walking into a corner and clutched the truffle like it was worth millions of gallons. It was worth millions to him though.

Narcissa smirked and tried grabbing the truffle from Lucius's grasp. She made those truffles and it took a long time to do so. She was not going to let them be eaten by her husband.

Lucius snaked his way around Narcissa and ran into the middle of the room, holding the truffle up to the ceiling and narrowed his eyes at her. "Mine!"

Narcissa rolled her eyes and walked over to Lucius. She tried grabbing the truffle from Lucius again but was too short to reach.

Harry snorted at Draco's parents and did not understand what was happening. But he had to admit, it was rather adorable seeing a married couple playing around like this.

Draco caught on to what Harry was probably thinking and smiled. "Father gets protective over the food he steals from my mother," he says mirthfully, also thinking how nice it is to see his mother and father have a little fun together. "He's like a cat guarding its territory, but the food is his territory."

"Oh," Harry said with a wide smile. It was also very funny. He never knew Mr Malfoy could be so much fun to hang with. "Makes a lot of sense now."

"Ha-ha! You're too short," Lucius teased with a smirk on his lips, standing high with the truffle to the roof. He sounded like some 5-year-old but didn't really mind as he missed having fun with his family.

"Honestly, Lucius!" Narcissa said with a tired sigh. She knew she could do this all day. Except for the stealing truffle part. "Give me the damn forsaken truffle!"

"No," said Lucius quickly. He was grinning like a goof because of the smile on Harry's face. As long as he could make his son's boyfriend happy, then he was happy and that's all that mattered the most.

Narcissa crossed her arms over her chest and gave Lucius a challenging look. She whipped out her wand and muttered a spell on her heels, making the heel part grow inches high. She reached for the truffle on her tiptoes.

Lucius laughed and popped the rest of the truffle in his mouth. He made a sound of delight in his throat when tasting the delicious chocolatey truffle and Narcissa sighed in defeat and walked back behind the kitchen bench. She closed the container up and shut it tight.

Draco laughed at his parents. "Frankly, you're like kids fighting over who gets the last chocolate piece," he says with slight embarrassment that Harry has to see this, but he was quite amused at his parents and how child-like they're being. Harry smiled and kissed Draco's cheek, but Draco grabbed Harry's chin and leaned in for a slow kiss.

Narcissa smiled at the two. It was getting a little late and dinner would be quite soon. The clock on the wall says it's around three in the afternoon. "Alright, I'm afraid it's time to head back to the other manor before dinner."

Harry sighed in the kiss and rose his hand up to caress Draco's cheek. The young blonde Slytherin wizard deepened the kiss with a swipe of his tongue over Harry's bottom lip. When gaining entrance, he pries Harry's mouth open and slid his tongue in through Harry's lips. Harry let out a silent moan as he felt Draco's tongue caress his own and explore his mouth.

Lucius stared at the two boys with amusement as he stood by his wife. "That's..." This was something new to see. Seeing his son sticking his tongue down the Gryffindor's throat was a little weird to watch. What if Harry chokes on his son's tongue? Oh, he knew he was jumping to conclusions now.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll get used to it," Narcissa reassured him, but in a whisper. She was still getting used to the intense kissing too. "But you have seen nothing yet. Wait until you catch them biting each other's necks."

Lucius looked at her in shock. "Biting each other's necks?" he asked worriedly, furrowing his brows. That was a little concerning to hear.

"Yeah, it's a thing kids nowadays do," Narcissa whispered as she watched the two boys snog intensely. "Well, that's what they apparently do. I think they believe that it's sexy to do because vampires do it."

"Intriguing," Lucius said as he watched the boys closely. He could literally see his son sticking his tongue deep into Harry's mouth and the little noises Harry was making told him that he was enjoying Draco's tongue in his mouth. "As long as they enjoy the...um...neck biting."

Narcissa chuckled sweetly. Oh, she knew her son and Harry enjoyed pleasing themselves in different ways. "So, are you staying with us for Christmas or are we staying at Malfoy Manor for Christmas?"

"I don't mind either way," Lucius shrugged, squinting his eyes at the boys in front of him who still had their tongues down each other's throats. "But perhaps the Malfoy Manor would serve as a great first Christmas with Harry. Draco could show him the whole estate, even show him of the Malfoy history and the ancestral tree."

"That actually sounds wonderful, but will he be there?" Narcissa asked softly, quietly so her child and Harry don't hear. She would never take Harry to the manor if He-who-should-not-be-named is residing there.

Lucius shook his head. "No, he's off somewhere else," he tells her softly. "Probably the Nott's." He knows how much his son loves Harry and he would never danger the boy his son is deeply in love with. He knows he will lose trust in his only son if he did something terrible.

Narcissa gave an internal sigh of relief. As long as the noseless man is far, far away from her family, then that's all that matters. "That's good."

Lucius cleared his throat as he grew impatient just watching the boys snogging in his kitchen. He really wanted to head home, have a shower and get into his nice snugly pyjamas and sit on his armchair in front of the fireplace while reading a book or, Mr Potter could tell him a story about his life. "Boys!"

The two teenage boys didn't respond to him. Instead, they got back to just kissing passionately.

Narcissa placed her hand on Lucius's shoulder. She knew how to get the boy's attention. "Let me," she whispered to him. She looked at the two snogging boys. "Boys!" she said sternly, raising her voice.

Harry and Draco immediately broke out of the kiss and stared at Narcissa. Harry smiled shyly at how scary Narcissa could be when angry. He doesn't want to have to deal with an angry Narcissa Malfoy. Or even an angry Lucius Malfoy. How would Draco deal with it?

"Now that I have your attention," Narcissa said with a proud smile and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "We will be spending Christmas at Malfoy Manor."

"But, what about..." Draco said, trailing off as he doesn't want to say his name even if he knows he can.

"The dark lord will not be at the Manor until you both go back to school," Lucius assured them, though Harry wanted to know more about where Voldemort was, and why Voldemort wouldn't go back to the Manor right until he and Draco went back to school. But of course, he knew that information would be very rare to interrogate Mr Malfoy for.

"I'll need to get my things from the other manor though," Harry tells them, remembering he had Draco's presents as well as presents for Narcissa and Mr Malfoy. He didn't want to leave them there uninhabited, plus he needed to find a good place to hide them from the Malfoy's so they're away from peeking eyes.

"Why of course! I'll apparate us there so you can gather your things," Narcissa said and walked around the kitchen bench. She stood in front of the two boys and offered her hand to Harry.

"And I'll take Draco," Lucius said. He looked at the two boys with a diverted smile. "Oh, and by the way, I love that new portrait of you two snogging on my armchair in one of the hallways, and the one in front of that window looking out into the gardens of the Manor. I literally had to place a disillusionment spell on the portraits of you so the dark lord wouldn't see them."

Harry laughed at the thought of Voldemort discovering a portrait of him and Draco snogging somewhere in the manor. How hilarious that would be. But he also knows how dangerous it would be. Draco and the Malfoy's would become a target, a way to break Harry even more.

"I have a few things I need to grab as well, father," Draco informed him too, hopping off the stool he sat on. "But you can apparate me to the Manor, which I'm sure you know by now which manor we're staying at."

Lucius nodded. He could tell which Manor's have been visited or not just by a sense. "Venice."

"Can't...Voldemort track you down, Mr Malfoy?" Harry asked worriedly, coming up with thousands of possibilities where Voldemort could just apparate into the Manor at any weird or awkward time. He cringed at the thought of him and Draco shagging in the manor and Voldemort either walking in on them or apparating in.

"No, Harry," Lucius said with a little shake of his head and cringed at how the boy can say the Dark Lord's name so easily. "He cannot track me down if I'm protected by the wards of the Manors." He was questioning himself as to why Harry would worry about the Dark Lord when Christmas is just around the corner. "It's only if I'm out of the wards that he can find me."

Harry nodded. He had so many questions to ask Mr Malfoy about Voldemort since he knows the man is a Death Eater, but he trusts him if Draco does. "But what happens if he comes in for a surprise visit?"

"He won't, I can assure you," Lucius assured him firmly. He liked answering questions, but sometimes these questions can be a bit too much, so he knows when to stop answering. "We can take away the privileges from apparating in or out of the manor and will close down all the Floo's."

Draco squeezed Harry's hand and kissed his cheek as he knew his boyfriend was deep in thought. Harry just looks so adorable to Draco when he is deep in thought, especially when the Gryffindor bites down on his lip when concentrating hard on something. Harry turned his head and smiled lovingly at Draco. "Shouldn't we be going then?"

"Ah, yes, we should," Narcissa said, her hand was still in front of Harry waiting for the boy to clasp it so she can apparate to the manor. Harry smiled and placed his hand over the top of Narcissa's and hopped off the stool. Draco also hopped off his own stool and gave Harry another kiss to the mouth with a smile. Harry kissed back softly, using his other hand to run through Draco's hair.

Narcissa sighed and looked at her husband for help. Lucius chuckled and walked around the bench to Draco. The two adults both counted to five, leaned towards the boys and planted a soft kiss on their forehead. Harry and Draco jumped at the gestures and turned their heads to look at the adults who kissed their foreheads.

Narcissa smiled at Harry, then turned her head to look at her husband. "Always works, as my mother says."

"It certainly does," Lucius responded with a smile at his son.

"What just happened?" Harry asked Draco with a small smile. The last time Narcissa has kissed his forehead was a few months ago. It felt weird having Narcissa kissing his forehead again, but he could get used to it as she's actually like a mother to him.

"I have no clue, Harry," Draco said slowly, unsure of why it happened in the first place, and he returned the smile. He hesitated and looked at his parents, "Perhaps the adults can indulge us to why they did what they did?"

"It's time to head home, my dear," Narcissa simply said. "We just needed you to stop snogging so we can make it back before dinner. The house-elves are probably already getting dinner ready."

"If we make it back early, we could play a game of exploding snap or wizard's chess," said Lucius, suggesting what they can do back at the Manor.

"Sounds fun!" Harry said with excitement. He wondered just how good Mr Malfoy is at Exploding Snap and Wizards Chess. He put his hand on Narcissa's arm and felt the apparition happen.

Narcissa apparated herself and Harry back to the Venice manor. And boy, Harry was glad he was back, but he would have loved to stay in France for a while. There was another apparition crack, Harry jumped out of Narcissa's grasp but sighed as he saw Draco and Lucius standing beside him.

Draco laughed at Harry, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up to his room to start packing. But of course, as they entered Draco's room, Draco pinned Harry up to the wall and smirked at his panting boyfriend. Harry smiled back and let Draco take over, which he didn't know what Draco was going to do but had a hunch.

Draco kept the smirk on his lips, leaned forward and brushed his lips over Harry's ear lobe. "My sexy man-beast," he whispers smoothly. "I love your shinning emerald green eyes. I love your fluffy black messy hair that I grab onto during shagging. I love your mouth on my mouth snogging me until my lips hurt, or even on my prick. I love pinning you to the wall and making you feel so defenceless. I love." He trailed a hand down Harry's stomach to his erection. "Making you hard. I love shagging you until I hear you moan my name. I love you shagging me so I can moan your name and feel your glorious large cock up my arse." He had no trouble saying that. "I love your body against mine, naked and pure. I love waking up beside you in the morning and I love... you."

"Merlin, Draco," Harry inhaled deeply, his heart was hammering loudly in his chest and he was feeling himself start to harden at Draco's words. "I love you too. I love everything you just said. I love your shimmering silver eyes. I love your white-blonde hair that gets tangled in my hands. I love your mouth on my lips, and down there and everywhere on my body." Draco chuckled at that. "I love how you pin me to walls and snog me as I am and feel vulnerable. I love how you make me hard, and I love making you hard. Just sodding kiss me, Draco, because I can't st-"

Draco leaned out so he could stare into Harry's shining eyes, and he kissed him. Long and hard. Bodies pressed together until there was no space left, except the space where Draco's hand still lay on Harry's zipper. Draco slowly unzipped Harry's pants, and while doing so, he kissed him more hungrily.

Lucius leaned against his son's bedroom door with his arms crossed over his chest and smirked at what he was seeing. His eyes trailed down to what Draco's hand was doing and sneered, quickly looking up at their faces, "I don't see much packing, Draco and Harry."

Draco swore and quickly zipped Harry back up. That wasn't meant to happen. Harry blushed and looked over to Lucius with a faint guilty smile on his face. At least nothing was out in the open or Draco had his mouth on any part of him.

"I'm literally going to stand here and wait until you've finished packing," Lucius said flatly, his eyes narrowing at the two boys. He couldn't believe what he walked in on; he was glad he came up from the lounge room just a minute ago. "Especially if your version of packing differs from my version of packing so please, hurry it up."

Harry smiled cheekily at Draco. He actually wants to finish this off tonight. He leaned towards Draco, and whispered in his ear, "We can still finish what we started tonight."

Draco smirked at that comment and whispered, "Yes." Merlin! He was excited for tonight. He can finally shag Harry on his own bed in the Manor again. It's always a dream come true.

Lucius rolled his eyes at the two boys. He was feeling a little impatient. "Hurry it up!" he snapped, and Draco sighed as he removed himself from Harry and grabbed a few items on his bedside table.

Harry walked over to the bed and grabbed his trunk which had all his clothes and belongings still packed away. "I'm done, sir."

"Already?" Lucius asked with disbelief. Surely Harry had more items that belonged to him that he needed to pack away?

Harry nodded. He knew he should tell Lucius about his relatives and how they don't care for him, but not until he feels ready. He trusts the man, just not that much. "Everything I own is packed away already."

"Very well, we must be off now as Narcissa is already making dinner," Lucius said, but then he sounded unsure and hesitant. "Well, she's trying to make dinner but the house-elves are probably trying to kick her out of the kitchen as it's their job to make food for Misses Malfoy and family."

Harry laughed. He knows exactly how that feels, especially with Dobby. "I know how it feels, wanting to do something yourself instead of having someone else do it for you."

"Yes, certainly!" Lucius said quickly while holding out his arm for the two boys. He gave the Gryffindor boy a hurried smile, "Let's get going."

Harry hesitated when seeing Lucius's arm. He watched as Draco grabbed hold of his father's arm and gave him a reassuring nod. With a small smile, Harry held onto his trunk and held onto Lucius' arm tightly. Harry felt the familiar apparition feeling of being pushed inside a tube and the next thing he knew; he was standing in front of large black iron gates that surrounded a large old Manor.

The sky, it seemed, to have a rainy dreary feeling and look to it. Harry could see the darkened clouds from miles away come towards them slowly. Wasn't it supposed to be snowing though? It's December! Maybe the manor has charms around it. Harry looked at the large manor in astonishment as he's never seen the outside of it before. It was, indeed, very large. It looked larger than it was on the inside.

Harry looked above the tall hedges and only just saw the tips of a few trees. Even behind them, he could see a range of tall trees and wondered if they were out in the countryside or surrounded by a forest.

Harry just realised he was still holding onto Lucius' arm. He looked up and met eyes with silver orbs, but not the familiar silver eyes he loves. Mr Malfoy's eyes were just plain silver while Draco's had a hint of blue in his silver eyes which obviously came from his mother. He smiled at Mr Malfoy and unlatched his hand from the older man's arm.

Harry watched as the black iron gates slowly opened. "Have you ever thought about changing the colour of the gates to a more...happy colour?" he asked with a cheeky grimace.

"No, and whatever colour would you choose to colour the gates, Harry?" Lucius asked curiously, eyeing the Gryffindor boy and the Manor's black gates.

Harry shrugged and looked up and down the gates. What he sees would be a nice sky grey colour or stormy grey. He decided to have a little laugh and say, "A bright pink?"

Draco snorted at the answer. "I do believe the colour pink would be better suited for the Manor, father," he agreed with Harry there. "Moreover, I don't think He-who-really-should-be-nonexistent would like his death eater followers in a pink Manor, not even himself. I bet it would drive them all away." It'd be hilarious to live in a pink house. But then the thought of Umbridge came into his mind and he shuddered. Never mind the pink. It can go rot in hell.

Harry laughed joyfully and began walking through the large gates of Malfoy Manor with Draco. They walked down the large hedged pathway until they got to a clearing where the hedge stops but goes parallel to either side.

Harry looked up at the Manor as he walked towards it, feeling like it was growing taller and taller with each step he took. The large windows and pointy rooftops just made the place look like a castle, but owned by ghosts, ghouls, and vampires. Harry gave Draco a smile and a quick kiss on the cheek.

Draco looked at Harry and smiled lovingly. He would love to show Harry the rest of the Manor before dinner, but he doesn't think he could do that in a couple of hours. "Would you like to explore any place outside of the manor for a while, Harry?"

"Sure!" Harry said enthusiastically. He'd love to see the whole Manor on both the inside and outside, though he's already seen parts of the outside. "I've seen not even half of the inside of your manor, but I'd love to see the outside."

"Oh, we have plenty of time for that after dinner," Draco assured him. He led Harry around the left side of the manor, passed a few large oak trees until they reached the two large white elegant greenhouses. "Did you want to look at my mother's gardens? Or go look at something more...fun, like the forest or the maze."

"I've had enough of maze's for a while," Harry said anxiously. He could remember that night when Cedric... He couldn't think of that. He didn't want to. And then there's the maze in the garden. How exactly can a maze show your deepest secrets? "Especially since the third task and, of course, the one in the secret garden in Hogwarts."

Draco frowned at what Harry said and squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Our maze has small little hedges that you can jump over, not large ones where you don't know if you're close to the middle, start and end or not. Plus, it's a rose hedge so it'll be fun."

"Oh, alright," Harry agreed while squeezing Draco's hand back. He immediately felt calm from Draco's touch and his anxiety drained away a bit. "Show me this maze."

They walked down the grassy pathway, past the two horizontal greenhouses and the Manor's gardens. At the end of the pathway stood a hedged archway that connected with smaller hedges that they could clearly see turned out to be a maze.

Harry swung their intertwined hands back and forward as they neared the maze. Draco smirked as he and Harry were alone again and gave his Gryffindor boyfriend a little smack on the bottom.

Harry jumped with a gasp from the gesture and glared at Draco. "Heeey! What was that for?" he asked and gave a nonchalant chuckle. The bloody git! He will get him back.

"I just wanted to do it, and it was so totally worth it," Draco said with a seductive grin. He was going to feel Harry's bottom tonight anyway, he just was a little excited and couldn't help himself.

"Oh really?" Harry asked in a challenging way. This, he wanted to hear. "What did you get in return from that?"

"To feel your arse," Draco answered with his famous smirk and Harry laughed and gave him a little shove. The Slytherin sighed at him and placed an arm around him.

"Riiight," Harry then said with a prolonged 'i'. As he was under the archway, he stopped and smirked at Draco. "The last one to the middle is a rotten chocolate frog!"

Draco grinned at the challenge but wanted something first. He wanted to do it but pointed a finger up at the hedged archway they were beneath. "Look up, my darling."

Harry rose an eyebrow but looked up. There, over the top of them, was a Mistletoe. He groaned. He's had good and bad memories of Mistletoe. The good was having his first Mistletoe kiss with Draco, and his worst was with Cho. "Ugh! Memories from that night."

Draco smirked and raised his free hand to caress Harry's cheek, wanting a second Mistletoe kiss with Harry. "We can't do the challenge unless we kiss, remember? And besides, this would be a much better kiss than the one you shared with Chang."

"Dracoooo, I told you! That was a stupid accident that happened," Harry stated with annoyance. The memories were devastating but the day after was spectacular as he fucked Draco hard that evening. "But anyway, how the hell did a mistletoe get here in the first place?"

"Mistletoe's appear in the strangest of places, Harry, my darling," Draco reminds him while running circles with his thumb over Harry's soft cheek. He actually has no idea how that got there was pleased it was there. Harry smiled sweetly and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist.

He ended the space between them in a gentle kiss and Draco melted in the loving embrace and brought his other arm up to cup Harry's other cheek. The kiss was slow and loving and lasted for a few magical romantic seconds. Draco slowly smiled as Harry deepens the kiss and he fought for entrance to Harry's mouth with a swipe of his tongue over the Gryffindor's bottom lip.

Harry broke out of the kiss with a loving smile and began running into the maze. Draco was right, there were walls made with rose bushes, as well as hedges. He ran, took a right, and then a left and then took another right. He looked behind him and saw Draco running in the opposite direction of him. He cursed knowing Draco's probably been through this maze thousands of times and began to jump over the hedges. They were small and easy to jump over so it wasn't any trouble for Harry. He could see the middle of the maze already, but it looked about half a kilometre away.

"HEY! NO CHEATING!" Draco yelled from the left side of the maze with a smile. The damn Gryffindor. Always looking for trouble, though cheating was a Slytherin thing.

Harry laughed but kept jumping over the hedges. He knew he was getting closer, but he kept an eye on Draco but also saw that he began jumping over the hedges too. It was tiring too, like jumping hurdles back in primary school. Harry sped up, jumping over every small hedge but something glowing white caught his attention.

A peacock. A beautiful white peacock was walking down one of the maze lanes with its tail feathers out. It was gorgeous, but Harry remembered he had the challenge to complete and continued jumping over the hedges. He was still closest to the middle than Draco was and sighed in relief.

Finally, he jumped over the last hedge and made it into the middle of the maze filled with round rose bushes. Harry noticed it had a nice elegant water fountain in the middle of it all, as well as a white garden swing and a gazebo which he didn't even see outside of the maze.

The next thing Harry knew was that a weight pushed him down onto the ground with an 'oomph'. He blinked and stared up into the beautiful silver eyes he loves and smiled. His heart was beating hard against the chest because of how close he was to the Slytherin and how beautiful the bloke on top of him is. Those silver eyes glistened in the evening sunlight, even if it was a dreary day. And the boy's white-blonde hair was also shining in the sunlight, the sun's rays created a few light orange coloured streaks in his hair which matched the colour of the setting sun. "You're really pretty," he couldn't help but say, as he knew it was very true. The guy above him was entirely charming and beautiful.

Draco smiled adoringly as he stared back into shining pools of emerald. He felt like his face was on fire just by how hot it feels. "You're really pretty too, Harry Potter," he replied back in a whisper and planted a soft kiss to the lips of the boy beneath him. When he leaned back out an inch, he just wanted to put a rose on Harry's ear. But the rose bush was a few meters away, and he didn't want to move.

Harry cupped both of Draco's cheeks with a smile. He really feels special with Draco. It's like he's living with a prince that's so wholly perfect. "You make me feel like a prince at times, Draco Lucius Malfoy. I love you."

Draco kept the loving smile on his face. He loves Harry's compliments. They always make his insides fill with this comforting warmth and make him feel all giddy. "I'm glad you feel like a prince because you are my prince. My Prince charming. And I love you too, Harry James Potter." He leaned down again and kissed his prince softly, wishing the moment would just never end.

Harry let out a small "mmm" in the kiss as his hands trailed up to Draco's hair and tangled them in it. Draco leaned out of the kiss with a silent sigh. "Dinner's probably nearly ready. We should head inside."

"Okay then," Harry said softly while bringing his hands back down to caress Draco's cheeks. "I can't move unless you get off m-"

There was a sudden weird calling noise coming from the side of the two boys and they looked over. A white peacock was walking towards them gracefully. Draco smiled at the peacock and let out a chuckle, "It's mating season for her."

"Mating season?" Harry asked curiously whilst staring at the beautiful white bird. He's never seen a white female peacock before. Not even a male one except the one he saw earlier back in the maze.

"Yeah," Draco sighed. The peacocks can be so annoying at times. The noise they make though. "There's a male around here somewhere, she's probably looking for him." He looked around himself wearily, looking for a larger white peacock with tail feathers sticking up from the rose bushes.

The peacock inclined its head to the side and stared at the two boys in front of her. She walked further up to them and made a soft squeaking noise.

"I think I saw the male peacock in the maze," Harry said and remembered the large pretty tail feathers. But nothing was as beautiful as the guy on top of him. "It had large tail feathers. Quite beautiful."

"I think I'm jealous of the peacock now," Draco muttered while glaring at the female peacock that moved around him. The bloody bird better now squawk at him and Harry again or he'll turn it into an owl or just a nice long quill.

Harry laughed and stared back up at the beautiful bloke on top of him with a loving smile. "Don't be, you're the prettiest being in the whole mega universe."

Draco looked back down at Harry and smiled with a slight red tinge to his cheeks that Harry just loves to see. "Thank you, Harry Potter. But you're honestly the most gorgeous looking specimen in the multi-universe."

Harry cupped Draco's flaming red cheeks, feeling his own cheeks redden because of the compliments. "Oh, so I'm a specimen now?" he asks joyfully, wondering how many couples call each other specimens.

Draco nodded his head. He just loves when Harry gets all shy and playful. "Yes, you're my beautiful specimen." That just made Harry's cheeks redden some more, and Draco leaned down to kiss both of Harry's blushing cheeks. Harry grabbed Draco's shirt and pulled him down into a slow kiss.

The female peacock pecked Harry's ear. Harry swiftly turned his head and came face-to-face with the peacock. The peacock let out a shriek, and in the distance, the male peacock answered with a mating call.

Draco snorted at the peacocks, grabbed Harry's chin, and leaned down for one final short kiss before pulling himself and Harry up off the grass. He intertwined their hands together and headed back out of the maze but walked over the hedges. It took a few minutes to get out of the maze, but the time went by fast as they had each other to accompany.

When they finally exited the maze and started walking back up the pathway past the greenhouses, Harry hesitated and noticed something he didn't see before. A graveyard. A graveyard some kilometres away surrounded with trees, filled with large angels, grim reapers, and mausoleums. He frowned at the thought of being able to see a graveyard through your own bedroom window, or bathroom, or lounge room. "You have your own graveyard?"

"Yeah," Draco said gloomily, now looking over at the graveyard a few kilometres away from the manor. "I can see it through the owl room's window. It's depressing having to look at it when writing a letter to someone."

Harry shivered at that thought. He couldn't imagine living so close to a graveyard and knowing who was buried there. "So, what do you reckon is going to be for dinner?" he asked, changing the subject to something more enjoyable.

"Oh, you'll see," Draco said, cracking a smile. He was thankful the subject changed. He didn't want to talk about the deaths of his family members. "It's nothing you've ever seen before; I can assure you that."

"Nothing like the Hogwarts's feast?" asked Harry curiously, tilting his head to the side. He wondered if it'd be like an all you can eat buffet but on one large table.

"No, nothing like Hogwarts," Draco kissed Harry's cheek and led him back around the side of the manor to the front door. They entered the foyer and met with a luxury grand staircase in front of them with silver and forest green carpet. They took a right and continued into the elongated hallway with flickering candle wall lights, large windows that overlooked the front of the manor, and a large long red and grey harstard rug that goes on until it reaches the kitchen entrance.

But they didn't go into the kitchen, they took a left down another long hallway until they got to a large archway door to the right and entered through. Nobody was there. Nobody was sitting on the long black dining table and it had no food on it.

Harry looked at Draco who returned the glance and shrugged as he too had no idea why there wasn't any food on the table. So, they decided to head to the lounge room which was on the other side of the manor, but they didn't mind the walk as they enjoyed each other's company. More dark hallways with flickering wall candles were bright enough for the boys to see to the other side of the long hallways. They walked in silence, hand in hand while listening to each other's breathing and their footsteps.

"Hello," said a soft young male voice.

Harry and Draco turned around to stare at a portrait of a young boy, around four years of age, with slicked-back whitish blonde hair and earnest silver eyes. The young boy was holding a little green Dragon teddy in his arms and Draco, who stood next to Harry, flushed.

Harry glanced from the small boy in the portrait to Draco and back at the younger boy. He had a hunch as to who the little boy could be but wanted to know from the boy himself. And Draco's flushed cheeks just made Harry smile sweetly at the boy. "Hello, who might you be?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The little boy asked, staring at the two boys in front of him.

Harry chuckled; this was Draco for sure. He was so sodding adorable! He could just reach into the portrait and hug the little cinnamon roll which he knew was the younger version of Draco. "Sorry, Draco. I'm Harry."

Little Draco smiled at the boy with black hair and let out a little giggle. "Hello, Harry," he says gently and tilts his head to the side to have a better view of Harry, "You're very pretty."

Draco's flushed cheeks darkened as he looked down at the ground in embarrassment. How could his own portrait-self admit that without stuttering? Where did he get that bravery from?

Harry smiled sweetly at little Draco in the portrait, and he nudged his boyfriend in the arm. "Why thank you, Draco. You're also very pretty, and utterly adorable."

Little Draco beamed with a slight tinge of red to his cheeks, "You are welcome, Harry." He turned his head to look at his older real self and said, "You're very red."

Draco looked up at his younger self, smiled and nodded. He felt as if his cheeks were on fire but even if they were, Harry would extinguish the flames with whatever he can get his hands on. He cannot doubt that his younger self was embarrassing.

Harry brought his hand up to Draco's red heated cheek and kissed it. Draco blushed even more at the loving gesture and winked at his younger portrait self. Little Draco giggled at the older boys.

Harry looked back up at little Draco but felt soft lips on his own cheek. From the corner of his eye, he could see Draco facing his cheek. He reached a hand up and patted Draco's cheek softly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Harry," Draco said warmly, stepped to his side to look directly into Harry's eyes and he cupped Harry's face with his hands and kissed Harry with an affectionate smile.

"Hello," said a very familiar young boy's voice, which Harry immediately looked back up at the portrait with shock. There, standing next to little portrait Draco, was a six-year-old version of Harry himself.

Little Draco smiled at the younger version of Harry. His nonexistent heart began pounding in his chest, he didn't know what it was but liked it. "Hello, I'm Draco."

"Hello, Draco," Little Harry said with a shy smile. He hasn't met anyone who looks so... charming before. This boy reminds him of a prince in one of those fairy tales stories. Such a perfect looking boy that it just couldn't be possible that he was real. "I'm H-Harry. It's n-nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too, Harry," Little Draco said jubilantly. He found it sweet that this Harry's all shy and innocent. "Want to be friends?"

Little Harry nodded. He's never had a friend before. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon have always told him that he doesn't deserve friends but here he is, making a friend. "I'd love to, Draco." He looked back at his older self and waved kindly.

Harry smiled fondly at his younger self and slowly waved back. He remembers parts of his life at that age, but they were mostly hard to look back at. Like the time where his Aunt made him stand in front of a mirror and tell him how much of a freak he was. He shook that thought out of his head as he knows how triggering it is.

Draco laughed in adoration when seeing Harry's younger self. "Aww! You were so cute! You are so cute actually." He just couldn't believe how cute his boyfriend was at that age. Such a shy and innocent little being who he knows suffered a lot.

Harry kissed Draco's cheek as a thank you for the compliments. He wondered if Narcissa had photo albums of Draco as a baby. If there were, he has got to see them! "So were you, Draco. You literally look like some little royal prince."

Draco smiled lovingly at Harry, but then he looked back up at the portrait version of himself. Little Draco stared back at his older self and smiled sweetly. Harry watched little Draco curiously, noticing how he's moving closer to his younger self.

Little Draco held out his hand to little Harry. He could feel some sort of feeling in his stomach because of being this close to the cute boy and he loved it. Little Harry stared inquiringly at little Draco's hand; he didn't know what was happening as his relatives never do that. In his stomach, he felt the same kind of nice feeling and didn't know what it was.

Harry frowned at his younger self, knowing how hard it was to actually trust anybody at his age because of the abuse. "Hey," he said softly to himself in the portrait, and little Harry looked down at him. "It's alright."

Draco didn't know what was going on but watched curiously. He guessed it had something to do with Harry's relatives and how they treated him. It hurt to know that Harry was abused even as a child. It was just so terrible!

Little Harry nodded and closed his hand around little Draco's hand, feeling how soft and warm it was and it calmed him down. He even felt a little shock come from the boy's hand; he didn't know what it was but ignored it. But by the look on the other boy's face, he knew he felt it too. "Did you feel that?"

Little Draco nodded. It was such an extraordinary feeling, even if it lasted a few seconds. "What was that?" he asked, a little concerned but also very curious. "It felt like electricity."

"Yeah," Little Harry said, sighing. "Electric shock."

Harry and Draco smiled knowingly at each other as they knew exactly how that electric shock felt. Draco moved so he stood behind Harry and snaked his arms around the stomach of his raven-haired boyfriend.

Little Draco smiled at little Harry and brought his other hand up to hold the other boy's other hand. "You have very beautiful green eyes," he then admits. "They look like...emeralds. Pretty emeralds shining in the sunlight".

"Thank you," Little Harry blushed from the compliment and smiled at him. "You have pretty silver eyes. They remind me of the stars up in the night sky."

Little Draco blushed also because he admitted that to such an adorable boy, and he retrieved a compliment back. "Thank you." He leaned closer to the boy and kissed his cheek.

Little Harry had a sharp intake of breath at the gesture and he smiled widely. He felt his heart flutter in his chest and really liked it, both the kiss and what his heart was doing.

"Awww!" Harry sighed in awe at his younger self while chuckling. It was such an adorable sight to see, his younger version and Draco's younger version becoming friends.

Draco smiled at his younger self, questioning why he didn't do that when he first met Harry in Madam Malkin's robe shop. "I admit, that's adorable."

"Yeah, it is," Harry smiled fondly at the two boys. He could remember that forever. He looked beside him at his boyfriend whose silver eyes glimmered in the candlelight, "Should we head to the lounge room?"

"I believe we should," Draco agreed whilst watching his younger self with a smile. He remembered how innocent he was until his father toughened him up by the age of 8. "Let's go."

So, they left that hallway and headed down another darker hallway. Draco leading Harry around the maze-like halls of his manor until they were down in the lounge room.

The lounge room had a large stone fireplace to the centre of the back wall with the large family portrait on top with golden rims. To either side of the fireplace stood large rectangular windows with black velvet draped curtains that cast shadows of trees from outside commencing the afternoon sun.

In front of the fireplace laid a large grey 6-seater lounge chair with a black stone coffee table. On either side of the lounge chair sat two black armchairs. The cherry-red chaise was on the right side of the room with a couple of large bookshelves surrounding it by the wall. On the other side of the room vertical from the chaise was the large black grand piano that Draco and Harry could hear music being played from it. And right near the fireplace, was the same fir tree that was at the Venice manor with all the same decorations and colours of gold, silver and white.

Both boy's eyes travelled over to the man playing the grand piano, it was none other than Mr Malfoy. Beethoven was what Lucius was playing on the piano, and he was quite good at it.

Lucius looked up at the two boys and smiled. He's been waiting for an innocent game of snap for ages. "Good evening, dinner will be ready in thirty minutes," he informs him. "Up for that game of exploding snap?"

"Most certainly!" Harry said instantly while already pulling Draco to the large grey lounge chair in front of the large stone fireplace. Draco smiled at his excited boyfriend and sat down with him but at the end of the lounge chair. Harry moved closer to Draco and lay on the Slytherin's chest. He tilted his head up and stared into warm silver eyes with love. Draco ran a hand through Harry's messy black hair and kissed his forehead.

Lucius removed himself from the piano and made his way over to the lounge chair that the boys sat down on. Well, laid down on. He smiled at the two boys looking so much in love and summoned his favourite black armchair to the black coffee table and placed it vertical to the lounge chair. He cleared his throat as he sat on his armchair and watched as the two sat up on the lounge chair with their own smiles on their faces. He summoned the exploding snap cards from one of the bookshelves and placed them down on the table, "Let's begin."

The game of five rounds of Exploding Snap was as challenging as facing Ron to wizards Chess. Each player won at least twice, but of course; Lucius won the most rounds with 5-2-3. Harry and Draco decided to team up together to try and beat Lucius since the man kept beating them. It was hard, they both had to admit. But the time they were on their ninth round, Narcissa had entered the lounge room and told them that Dinner was ready.

Harry and Draco groaned as they wanted to try and beat Lucius, no matter if the man turns out to be superior in the game. Harry wondered if Lucius would have a chance of beating Ron in Wizards chess since Lucius was good at exploding snap and beat both boys easily.

The Malfoy's and Harry headed to the kitchen, which was on the other side of the manor. As they finally entered through the arched doorway into the dining room, Lucius headed to his seat which was at the end of the table. Narcissa too headed over to the dining table to sit next to Lucius but on the side of the table. The long black dining table was immediately covered in all sorts of food that magically appeared and made the boys' mouths water hungrily.

"Ah, dinner," Lucius said joyously with a smile. He looked up over at the boys and gestured them to sit at two seats on the other side of Narcissa.

Harry and Draco walked around the long table and sat together on the long side of the table facing Narcissa. Harry sat closest to Lucius as Draco wanted them to get to know each other a bit more.

"It looks absolutely scrumptious," Harry declares with a lick of his lips at the smell of the food on the table.

"Please, dig in, Harry," Narcissa said with a soft smile as she started piling her plate up with mashed potatoes and peas. Harry nodded and piled his plate up with food and started eating.

"Forgive me for not asking this earlier, boys, but how is school?" Lucius asked while cutting up a piece of lamb.

Harry just wanted to groan and say, 'Oh, don't get me started', but knew it'd be rude. "It's alright," he lies with a shrug of his shoulders. "There's this new DADA teacher called Umbridge and she's just a pain in the bottom."

"Umbridge?" Narcissa asked in surprise, mouth parting only a little. "As in Dolores Umbridge? The high inquisitor?"

"Yup," Draco said whilst stabbing his Brussel sprouts repeatedly like it was the head of Professor Umbridge. Why must this conversation arise? Nobody wants to talk about Umbridge.

"Merlin!" Narcissa said outrageously. She didn't know if she should be excited or terrified about it. The woman was a literal toad!

"Draco here spy's for Umbridge," Harry added whilst poking Draco in the shoulder with a grin. "Aren't you, Honey? You spy for Umbridge, making sure nobody is breaking any rules."

"Harry," Draco said with embarrassment and his face was flushed. It was nothing to be proud of anyway. "It's not really a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Lucius asked with disbelief but also sounded quite astonished. "Oh, it's a big deal alright. We're very proud of you, Draco."

"Yes," Harry said slowly, trying not to sound sarcastic at the same time as patting Draco's shoulder. "So proud."

"Umbridge is entirely cruel though!" Draco tells them with a scowl. "You wouldn't believe what she made Harry do in his detention." He looked at Harry sadly. "Show them your hand, Harry."

Harry sighed and looked at his own hand which still had the faint outline of the familiar words that were cut into his skin, 'I must not tell lies'. "In detention, Umbridge used some kind of blood quill and made me write lines with my own blood." He got up, walked around the seat Lucius sat on and stood in between the two adults and showed them his hand.

"Goodness gracious me!" Narcissa said with concern and anger as she ran a finger over the healed letters. "This mustn't do at all. This is cruel. It's child abuse!"

"It certainly must not," Lucius said with a frown. He couldn't believe such a woman would possess such a quill. Nobody has ever used those quills since the 60's when the punishments for misbehaving in schools were quite serious.

From where Harry stood, he immediately smelt curry, spicy green curry and sighed happily. Curry was one of his favourite meals, aside from Treacle Tart. He smiled at the delicious smell, "I smell green curry." He scanned the table and spotted a large dark blue pot that hasn't been touched.

Draco laughed and dished Harry's plate up with green curry. Now he knows he can tease Harry about his curry obsession if Harry ever mentions his spaghetti Bolognese obsession again.

Harry smiled and skipped back to his seat. He gave Draco a kiss on the cheek, thanking him for showing him the food and stared down at the curry. He happily scooped his spoon in the bowl and sought out some rice and a piece of meat. He blew on the hot curry and ate it, moaning from the delightful taste.

Draco smirked at the moan Harry made, knowing he could make Harry moan far louder and angelical than that.

Narcissa and Lucius both shared worried looks at Harry as they knew the blood quill was a serious problem. But they also knew they couldn't do anything about it as they weren't high enough in the Ministry to stop Umbridge from the cruel detentions.

"So, Harry?" Narcissa suddenly asked, wanting to change the subject to something more interesting. She had a range of questions to ask Harry just so the family can get to know him a bit better. "If you could have one pet, what would it be?"

"That would be easy," Harry said and looked at Draco with a smirk on his lips. "A ferret I would choose more than anything."

Draco rolled his eyes at the obvious reply from his boyfriend. Why didn't he see that coming?

Narcissa chuckled softly at her son's ignorance. But of course, she didn't know what Harry actually meant. She knew what a ferret is, of course, but didn't know why her son reacted that way.

"And if you could see your future, where would you be in ten years' time?" Lucius asked with a smile, wanting to ask the boy questions to get to know him a little better.

Harry shrugged and kept the smirk on his face. He was absent from his mind as he ate his curry and so he said, "Married to your son, probably."

Draco looked up at Harry and smiled warmly. He would have never expected that answer. But Merlin! He liked that idea a lot. If he was married to Harry in ten years time then he would be the happiest married man alive. Right now, he's the happiest man alive in general.

"Oh, is that a promise?" Narcissa asked sweetly as her eyes twinkled in amusement. If these two boys marry each other right after graduating school she'd be so happy.

"It depends if you give me your blessing," Harry said absentmindedly. He was too hungry to know what he was saying as he enjoyed the curry that was in front of him.

Narcissa beamed and chuckled at the answer she got. "Well, you certainly have my blessing," she says casually and she looked at her husband beside her, "How about you, Lucius? Does Harry have your blessing to marry our son?"

Lucius smirked at where the conversation had gone. He doesn't really want a marriage planned anytime soon actually. Maybe in five years time. "We'll see."

Narcissa ignored her husband's answer and gave Harry a new question, "What's the one thing you can't live without, Harry?"

"What's with all the questions?" Harry asked with a smile at Draco's mother. He wondered how many he would have to answer but he didn't mind at all. "And your son is something, sorry, someone I cannot live without."

Lucius nearly dropped his fork but managed to hold it in place from the answer Harry gave his wife. It was quite sweet hearing all these answers. Narcissa sighed in awe and held back a chuckle by sticking broccoli in her mouth. Oh, how soft and sweet Harry is, she can tell why her Dragon loves this boy so much.

Draco placed his hand over Harry's hand and squeezed it firmly. His heart was fluttering wildly in his chest and he was blushing from Harry and what he's told his father and mother. "I love you, Harry Potter."

Harry squeezed Draco's hand back and kissed him. He loves this guy so much and meant everything he said, even if he doesn't really recall what he said. "I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

"I love you too, Harry," Lucius said with a chuckle. He really does enjoy having Draco's lover over. Who knew Harry was such fun to have around? And he was quite the gentleman, wonderful for his son. He approves of this relationship entirely and now accepts his son for liking guys. As long as this Gryffindor in his Manor is the only one his son prefers.

Harry snorted at his boyfriend's father's comment. He really could get used to this. Well, having Mr Malfoy say that to him was a little weird but having conversations that really warm his heart is something he likes. Really likes. "Love you too, Mr Malfoy. And, of course, you Narcissa."

Narcissa smiled sweetly, "Love you too, Harry." She has no idea where this conversation has led to but knew it was thanks to her husband.

"This dinner surely has made some interesting conversations," Draco said with raised eyebrows in amusement. He was entirely diverted by the conversations.

Harry smiled and pushed his plate forward as he was already stuffed. He sure loved the dinner and conversations, but he also wants to get some sleep. He hasn't been sleeping well since Hogwarts and it was all because of the vision. "It sure is. May we be excused?"

Narcissa smiled at the two. She could see by the glimmer in her son's eyes what her son wanted. "Of course." As she saw the two leave the dining room, she hesitated a few moments before looking at her husband. "So... want to tell me what's going on?"

"What's going on with what?" Lucius asked innocently, dishing his plate up with some salad and curried eggs.

Narcissa sighed in disappointment at her husband. How could he not know what she's talking about? "About why you're keeping something from me that also concerns our son?"

Lucius looked at her and frowned. He doesn't know how his wife will deal with the situation if he tells her about the bond. But he also knows it's bad to keep stuff from Narcissa. "What would you like to know?"

Narcissa smiled. Finally, she's getting somewhere. "About the very old looking book, you gave our son during the summer holidays?"

"Oh," Lucius said blankly. "If you want to know, then I guess here it goes... The book I gave Draco is about a bond. A bond that can only be completed by two lovers who are destined to be together."

"And if they're not?" Narcissa asked curiously. Now she was feeling a little worried. She knew how much Draco and Harry loved each other; she can see it in the way they look at each other. To a mother, that's the most beautiful thing to see. To see her own son deep in love with another man. It just brings tears of joy to her eyes as she really can see both of them in the future.

Lucius looked down at his plate of salad and eggs and frowned again. "Death will come to both."

"Lucius!" Narcissa snapped. She will not let anyone hurt her son and Harry. And death will surely not come to the boys if she can help it. "I can't let you do this! I won't let you risk our son's and Harry's life!"

"There is no other way, Narcissa!" Lucius protested and looked back at her sharply. He wished there was another way, or that the war won't happen. War is such a 1900s thing of the past. No human needs another war.

"What do you mean there's no other way?" asked Narcissa furiously. She pushed her empty plate to the middle of the table. "What are you implying?"

"War, Narcissa," Lucius said loudly. He raked a hand through his hair. He was frustrated that there even has to be a war. It was stressful and his family's life could be in danger. "The Dark Lord wants a war."

"A what?" snapped Narcissa again. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. A war? She will lock up all the Manors and chuck away the keys just so the nose-less man can't kill her family. "You expect our Dragon and Harry to be in it? Fighting for what? Fighting for what side, Lucius?"

"I don't know, okay!" spat Lucius. He hated when he and his wife argue but this was very important to have a discussion about. "I want my son to choose his own side, and I know that will be against the Dark Lord. It matters most that our son fights against him, especially with Harry."

"He's just a boy!" Narcissa prodded while feeling tears in her eyes. How could her husband even want her son in a damned war? "They're just boys!"

"I know that, Cissy," protested Lucius softly. "I don't want this either but there really is no other way!"

Narcissa sighed deeply and wiped her eyes on her sleeve as she stood up from her seat. If there is really no other way, then she can't argue against Lucius. She also needs to have a talk with Mrs Weasley about this to see what she thinks about it. "I'm going to go read. I'm not done with this conversation though, Lucius."

Lucius nodded solemnly and stood up from his chair. "I understand, Cissy. Have a good read..." He watched her leave the room with a frown. He wished life could be easier, to distract his mind he headed down to the cellar for a little while to work on something special.

*****

Harry and Draco both laughed as they strolled through all the long candle-lit hallways until they reached Draco's bedroom. As they got inside, Draco slammed the door shut, smirked at Harry, and pinned him to the door. He wedged his leg in between the Gryffindor's thighs and pressed both hands up against the door. "Can we?" he asked eagerly. He'd love to feel Harry again, to touch and kiss him everywhere.

Harry smiled lovingly and shook his head. He too wanted to shag but right now he just wants a nice shower. Dinner was lovely, he would have to thank Narcissa and Lucius sometime tomorrow. "Can't you wait until after a shower?"

"No," Drawled Draco with a seductive smile. He wants this bloke so much. He wants to plunge deep into this guy, to hear him moan and make sexual noises because of him. He wants to feel Harry's tight delicious arse covering his prick, massaging it and wanting more.

Harry rolled his eyes at the Slytherin. Of course, the first thing Draco thinks of when coming into the bedroom is shagging. "Too bad, too sad."

Draco groaned and pressed his leg up beneath Harry's prick, which gave him a small gasp from Harry. He could tell Harry tried not to gasp but it was just so hot to see his boyfriend all vulnerable. "How about a shower together then?"

"Sure," Harry agreed with a quick smile. He gripped Draco's arms and turned him around, so he was the one who pinned Draco to the door. Draco smirked at the sudden change of power loss but enjoyed being pressed up against the wall by his man.

"Did you want a hot, or a cold shower?" Harry asked with a side-smile. He loved teasing Draco in these situations, especially if he had the power for a little while. But he admits he really likes when Draco pins him to the wall. He loves how Draco can make him feel things that he never knew he could.

Draco gave Harry an obvious look with a wink. Of course, he wants a hot shower. Who'd want a cold one? But his mind travelled to a different version of a hot shower, a version he wants and will do anything to get. "Hot, obviously, you weirdo."

Harry brought his hand down to Draco's chin and rubbed his thumb over it, making circles whilst looking up into his silver eyes. "How hot?"

"Steaming hot, Harry," Draco tried to cup Harry's cheeks, but Harry grabbed Draco's hands and forced them back on the wall.

Harry inclined his head closer to Draco's until his lips were only inches apart. "Let's go then."

Draco grinned, wriggled down the wall and crawled under Harry's legs. He stood up, turned around and pulled Harry by the hand into the bathroom with him.

They undressed and had a nice hot shower since it was a chilly evening. Draco tried getting what he wanted but only got teasing kisses from Harry which made him groan for more. Harry enjoyed teasing Draco a lot, even if he did want a nice shag. Harry grabbed the bar of soap and started washing his body.

"Let me, Harry," Draco says while trying to grab the soap from Harry. He wants to just grab a hold of Harry's leg, lift it up to the Gryffindor's chest and slowly push himself in Harry's tight welcoming hole.

Harry shook his head and kissed the Slytherin's cheek. He wasn't going to be manipulated by his Slytherin boyfriend, even if it's hot how he tries to. "Nope, and it comes with a price."

"Anything?" Draco asked with an excited smirk. He crouched down and grabbed the base of Harry's dick, watching as a clear ooze of fluid leaks out of the slit. He liked this price to pay, he doesn't even know why Harry's so bad at getting what he wants. Like seriously, a blowjob? That, he will give Harry.

"Shit, Draco," Harry whispered, biting his lip from the touch of Draco's hand on his hardening cock. Draco licked the pre-come from the head of Harry's prick, gathering the taste on his tongue and moaned his delight when looking up into shining emerald eyes. "I don't mean that. The price is to stop asking for a shag, Draco." He ran his hands through Draco's soft locks, caressing his scalp. Draco was just turning him on hard, and it was extremely hard to control. How could he not say no to this beautiful Slytherin bloke?

Draco shook his head and kissed the head of Harry's dick. He doesn't even know how Harry can be so teasing to him, but he loves it. "Fine, you are so darn torturous."

Harry smiled and kneeled down to eye level with Draco. He pushed Draco to the floor, so he was sitting down on the shower tiles. He rubbed the soap over Draco's chest and zig-zagged it down his stomach. He trailed the soap back up and over Draco's arms, around his neck and back down his stomach. He looked Draco in his shining silver eyes and rubbed the soap over Draco's groin and when the Slytherin opened his legs, Harry rubbed the soap around his balls. He washed the Slytherin clean and made sure no soap was left on his boyfriend's body.

Draco just watched Harry clean his body and enjoy it. The soap was smooth over his skin and having Harry wash his body just added to the moment they were in. This Gryffindor was teasing the hell out of him and is killing him for not moving forward. "Merlin, Harry! Stop teasing me and fuck already."

Harry chuckled, crawled on top of Draco, sat on his lap with his legs on either side of Draco's legs and kissed him. Draco moaned in the kiss and rocked Harry's body back and forward. Harry swiped his tongue across Draco's bottom lip, fighting for entrance and Draco opened his mouth and let Harry explore him. Harry explored Draco's mouth as much as possible, but he felt Draco's prick up against his entrance. Pulling out of the kiss, he just stared Draco in his eyes.

"You're really eager, aren't you?" Harry asked with a smile. He was utterly eager now too. He just can't keep hold of the urge to have sex with this bloke. It was impossible not to, he's bloody gorgeous and so damned hot in bed. He's a bloody sex god, that's what he believes Draco is.

Draco nodded and licked his lips. He was smirking as he could tell his boyfriend wanted to shag too. Manipulation is great, even if he has to manipulate Harry physically. "I want you; I need you."

"And if we decide to do it now, what about tomorrow night?" asked Harry in a whisper. He still wants sex on Christmas night. "Would you still fuck me if I ask?"

Draco nodded again. Why wouldn't he? This Gryffindor was absolutely gorgeous and he loved it when Harry swore. "I'd do you all day if I could, Harry."

"Do it," Harry said in a demanding tone, biting down on Draco's lip and pulled on it. Oh, he wanted this bad. Draco smirked. Finally, he was getting what he wanted, to feel the insides of Harry Potter yet again.

Harry kisses him, lightly and then deeper, their tongues a battle. Draco watching Harry's face break open with longing as he reaches around and takes hold of his shaft, lining it up with Harry's hole. Draco opens Harry's buttocks, but his hands fall away as Harry begins to descend, the head of Draco's cock breaching his loosened ring of muscles.

It's painful as aroused and relaxed as Draco has gotten him. But Harry bites his lip and bears down, wriggling his hips until he's gotten Draco deeper, and then just like that he sinks all the way down over Draco's hips, his hole stretching and burning, the stiff heat of Draco's prick sliding past all resistance, and they groan in unison.

Harry pauses for a moment, Draco's dick fully seated inside him, and waits to adjust. He's missed this. Draco's hands come up again to fan out over Harry's thighs, which are trembling. "Merlin's Beard!" Harry moaned. He could sit on Draco like this all day. "You're beautiful."

Draco chuckles and thrusts up into Harry once. Harry gasps from the pleasure. "Here, let me—" Draco guides Harry's hips back a little further; the angle of penetration changes, and with it comes the sharp, startling pleasure of Draco's dick pressed against his prostate.

Harry exhales loudly. His hands find Draco's and he links their fingers, moving instinctively, rocking in slow motions to feel that sizzle of nerves flares again and again. He feels so full but that only adds to the sensation and his prick begins to swell again, and he grinds down onto Draco hard.

"Harry—" Draco's voice is pained. They are palm-to-palm, linked. "Please—move. I need—"

Harry smirks at him, face hot and damp from sweat. "Feels good now." He does it again.

"More," Draco commands breathlessly.

Harry slowly rises up, allowing Draco's dick to drag near out of his channel, then falls back into place. Draco's fingers clench against his; the muscles in his forearms bunch as he moves his arms and allows Harry to fuck himself on Draco's dick, guiding him back and forth, and Harry sets up a smooth rhythm that lasts for long minutes. Draco jerks his hips upward, forcing himself deeper with a grunt, before losing the energy or resolve to focus or perhaps just his mind because his face is carved in stone, hungry, his eyes glinting at Harry darkly.

Then Draco lets go of Harry's hands and grips at Harry's dick, which slaps against the flat of Draco's belly on each downward thrust. He mumbles something under his breath, and he curls his fist around Harry's erection. Harry bucks into it, leaning backward, planting his hands on the tops of Draco's thighs to steady himself as he rides him, dick sliding in and out of his arse, need and confusion tangling up in his stomach. His heart pounds and he sucks in a strangled breath, then lets it go as Draco surprises him with another quick pump upward, which coincides with the pull of his hand around Harry's dick.

"Harry," Draco says brokenly, "I-, I'm close. You're so beautiful."

Harry pistons his hips faster—up, down; rough, inelegant movements—as Draco's fist tightens, jerking Harry's prick, in short, quick pulls, twisting his wrist down near the glans. And then Harry is coming, shooting over Draco's fingers, long streaks of sticky release coating his chest and stomach. He feels dizzy from the blast of heat racing down his spine, his balls tight against his body, dick throbbing in Draco's hand. He feels himself contract around Draco's dick as he continues riding him, harder, too far gone to be fearful about hurting him and then Draco's shoulders curl up toward him and he cries out with a hoarse, "Fuck!"

Harry feels the warm splash of Draco's climax deep inside, coating the slide of his dick. Draco comes hard, squeezing his eyes shut; he grips Harry's hands; the cords of his neck stand out. Harry rocks him through it long after his own orgasm has faded, and it must be only moments but it feels like forever, these perfect, shining points of light pulsing between them, before Draco has finished, panting hard and relaxing limply back, sinking into the tiles.

"That was beautiful," Draco said, staring up into Harry's eyes with love. He wasn't expecting Harry to ride him, but Merlin, it was so beautiful.

"It sure was," Harry said in agreement, his finger moving up to Draco's cheek. He then gripped Draco's hair tightly and leaned in for a short kiss. He leaned his forehead against Draco's, "He sure is."

Draco smiled lovingly up at Harry. His boyfriend is just so hot and sexy in the shower. No, he's hot and sexy every day. "I love you."

Harry returned the loving smile and rubbed small circles on Draco's groin. Little blonde hairs he could see on the Blonde Slytherin's groin and he loved it. Such a beautiful sight to see. "I love you too." He leaned down so his chest was on Draco's chest and kissed his neck. He gasped again as the angle that he sat on Draco changed and the Slytherin's prick scraped at his prostate. "You feel so amazing and beautiful in me."

"You feel so amazing on me," Draco raises a hand and places it on Harry's cheek. Harry presses his hand over Draco's, turns his head around and kissed Draco's palm. Draco lets out an "Mmm" and thrusts up into Harry with a smirk, which causes Harry to gasp. Draco smiled and caresses Harry's cheek with his thumb.

Harry rises, slowly, and disengages Draco's softening dick from his body. He feels sore and sticky and exhausted and fucking wonderful, and he slants a little grin at Draco as he lifts up off him and lays against his side.

"Shouldn't we hop back into bed?" Harry asks while kissing Draco's neck. He doesn't want to catch a cold by sitting on the cold shower tiled floor and he doesn't want Draco to get sick either.

"I want to stay here though," Draco says sleepily. He wants to lie next to Harry and snuggle up to him or have Harry snuggle up to him. "Nice and warm."

Harry laughs. But it was serious, he doesn't want himself or Draco catching a cold. "It's much warmer in the bed, Draco. And the shower will become cold if we stay in here for too long."

Draco mumbled something unintelligible and Harry kisses Draco's cheek. "C'mon lazy bottom, up you get." Harry hopped up, got out of the shower and grabbed his wand from in his clothes by the white marble bathroom sinks. He grabbed a white fluffy towel and wrapped it around his waist. He got back into the shower, grabbed the Slytherin by the wrists and dragged Draco out of the shower. Literally dragged him out until Draco was laughing.

"Alright, Harry," Draco laughed and got up on his feet. "I'm up." He exited the shower with Harry and grabbed a warm fluffy towel from the rack to dry himself with.

"Good!" Harry said dried his hair with his towel. It just made his hair messier than ever, and Draco adored it. He then led Draco out of the bathroom when they Both were dried off and headed to the bed.

They both collapsed on the bed, climbed up to the pillows, cuddled and snogged until their lips were tired. Harry pulled the sheets and quilt up over their naked bodies. Draco's arm wedges beneath him, wrapping around his shoulders and pulling him close, and Harry snakes a leg between Draco's thighs.

Draco then rolled on top of Harry and kissed him with a grin. Harry kissed back slowly whilst raking his hands through Draco's soft silky hair but then the door opened and in came Narcissa. Draco swiftly turned his head around, grabbed the grey quilt and covered himself and Harry with it. "Mother! Knock first, will you!"

Harry smiled at the situation he and Draco are in. He was glad Draco put the quilt on over himself. He didn't want Narcissa to see him like this. He looked up at the ceiling of Draco's canopy bed and just randomly thought about what it would be like to have a mirror there. He would be able to just watch Draco fuck him from bird's eye view. Or have a mirror above the bed head so he can watch from different angles.

"Sorry!" Narcissa said uneasily while looking to the side of the room and covering her eyes with a hand. "Just wanted to say goodnight. Seems I've come in at the wrong time."

"You think," Drawled Draco. How dare his mother disturbs his and Harry's private alone time.

Harry smiled awkwardly at Draco's mother from the bed. This was utterly embarrassing. Well, at least she didn't come into the bathroom while he and Draco were shagging. And he was also a little glad he and Draco didn't shag on the bed, even though he would have loved that too. "Hi, Narcissa..."

"Hello, Harry," Narcissa said softly. Her cheeks were flushed as she could have accidentally barged into something sexually intense between her son and Harry. "Sorry about this."

"It's all right," Harry replied while moving his hands around Draco's waist and lithe fit body. He knew it was all because of Quidditch. Such a pretty body, so mesmerising, just like those stunning silver eyes of Draco's... It was all his too, all his own. Only his. It is the body he will love and protect for as long as he can.

"What's all the commotion ab-" Lucius walked in and froze as he stood by Narcissa. The sight of his son, thankfully covered in sheets, but also naked in bed with Harry startled him. Well, as long as they have fun... He gave the boys a wry smile. "Never mind...sorry for...err...barging in at this time."

Harry smirked at the shocked and guilty faces of the adults. He looked back at his boyfriend's naked body and was mesmerised once again at how exquisite he is.

"It's quite alright, father," Draco said calmly while still holding the quilt tightly around himself. He could feel Harry's soft warm hands moving up and down his waist and he cherished it deeply.

"Yes, well, goodnight boys," Narcissa said tiredly. She waited until her husband left the room so she could close the door behind her.

Draco sighed in relief and turned back to stare lovingly at Harry. Harry's gentle strokes of his warm hands on his waist gave him tingles all and down up his spine. "Now, where were we?"

"Sleeping," Harry muttered while looking up into silver eyes with a big smile. He felt entire lucky to have Draco love him, to have the blonde Slytherin wizard as his boyfriend.

Draco shook his head but collapsed down next to Harry on the bed. He pulled the sheets and quilt up over himself and Harry. "Do you like the rain?" he asked randomly.

Harry snuggled up close to Draco. He stared into silver glimmering irises and pushed back a few strands of white-blonde hair from his boyfriend's eyes. "Of course, I do," he answers lightly. "Who doesn't? It's so peaceful, hearing the pitter-patter of rain on the roof at any time of the day or night."

"And when you snuggle up with a blanket, a book and a nice cup of warm tea next to a roaring fireplace," Draco added quietly, thinking about all of the above and doing it with Harry at some point over the week. "It's all so relaxing."

"Precisely, my honeybee," Harry whispered while smirking at the name. Looking to the side of Draco's head at his bedside table, he sees the Everlasting Rose he gave Draco for Valentine's day in February, but he also saw the Moon Globe he gave him for Christmas.

Draco smiled and thought back to dinner and the wild questions that were being asked. "Did you really mean everything you said about...marriage?" He knew it was a little too early to talk about marriage with Harry when he and Harry are only 15, but even some pure-blooded families make their children engage at the age of 16. But that doesn't mean he wants marriage now or any time soon. In the future, yes, just not when he and Harry have school for another two years and a half.

Harry smiled lovingly at Draco and gave him a quick kiss. "Every word."

"Even though we're too young?" Draco asked suddenly while his eyes scanned those emerald green irises for honesty. He definitely saw honestly in those green eyes he loves.

"Yes, Draco," Harry admitted slowly with a nod. "Even if we're too young. Now, tell me about something you enjoyed today."

"Being with you," Draco tells him with a smile. What else could he say? The only thing he enjoyed was knowing that Harry was okay and seeing him when it's been three days since he last saw him.

Harry chuckled at the answer he got from Draco. He kissed the tip of the Slytherin's nose as a thank you for being so sweet. "Other than being with me, Draco."

"Being with you at our manor and having sex with you," Draco said smoothly and smirking as he ran a hand up and down Harry's thigh which is so stunningly beautiful to him.

"Anything else that doesn't have me in it?" Harry asked flatly. He was curious to find out if there was something interesting that his boyfriend had come across, other than himself of course.

Draco shook his head and sat up. He stared at the end of the bed and watched his toes wriggle from under the quilt, "Unless you count my father spending Christmas with us, which is a surprise as he hardly has the time."

"Oh, Draco." Harry placed a hand on Draco's warm shoulder just to let him know it will be okay. He felt sad for Draco as he hardly sees his own father, but he knew that at least he had a father who loved him. As well as a mother. "I'm sorry," he said softly while squeezing his shoulder softly. "I don't know what to say. I'm terrible at comforting people."

Draco turned to look at Harry with a warm smile. He leaned over, cupped his chin, and kissed him slowly. "You don't need to apologise, Harry," he said sweetly whilst still cupping the boy's chin as he started warmly into emerald green irises. "And you don't need to say anything. We both are still learning how to comfort each other."

Harry smiled affectionately and brushed a lock of the Slytherin's hair away from his eyes, "Draco, I really want to go on a date with you sometime this week before we have to go back to Hogwarts."

"I'd absolutely love that, Harry," Draco turned around so he faced the Gryffindor and started kissing along Harry's chin. Each kiss began to deepen until he sucked on Harry's bottom lip and looked him softly in the eye. "Where though? Where should we head to on our date?" he asked excitingly, swiping his thumb over Harry's bottom lip.

"Draco, you live in Wiltshire," Harry pushed Draco down onto the mattress with a hand, hauled a leg over the Slytherin's lithe body and laid down on him. He snaked his arms around the Slytherin's neck and kissed his nose. "I've heard from some people that Wiltshire has the most spectacular and historical little towns in the United Kingdom. So, with that said, I want to take you to one for a date. We can get a coffee and a little treat in a cafe, we can walk around the town and look through every store, educate ourselves with the historical landmarks, that is if there are any. Doesn't that sound remarkable?"

"It sounds thoroughly astonishing!" Draco replied excitingly, sucking in a quick breath. He definitely loves the sound of the date, whenever it'll be. "How about a day after Christmas?"

"That sounds splendid, I cannot wait!" Harry kissed the blonde Slytherin under his jawbone, but the kisses trailed down to his mouth. Draco captured Harry's lips in a slow and sweet kiss.

As Harry pulled out of the kiss, he stared lovingly down at Draco and pushed back another strand of the blonde's hair that had fallen down to his eyes. Draco mirrored Harry's loving smile, cupped Harry's cheeks, leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. He let his head fall down back onto the pillow. Harry leaned down and kissed him again. Draco let out a yawn as Harry leaned out of the lovely kiss. Harry chuckled. "My sleeping beauty."

Draco grinned at Harry and raised his arm up to take off his Gryffindor boyfriend's glasses. He placed the glasses on the end of the pillow to his right as he couldn't reach the bedside table. Or was it because he just couldn't be bothered to move or even look away from the sight of his boyfriend?

Harry blinked and wished he could see without his glasses. But even so, the blur lying down underneath him was beautiful.

Draco caressed Harry's soft cheeks, watching as the beautiful green irises looked him up and down. "I know it's rude to ask, so no offence, but do you wish that you could see without your glasses?"

Harry nodded. Although, he didn't mind having glasses at all. "Yeah, and non-taken," he makes sure Draco knows it's okay to talk about his Partial blindness. "I hardly take them off. Sometimes I even sleep with them on."

Draco smiled and decided that he would have to ask his father to go shopping in Diagon Alley sometime. "Now, my sleepy Gryffindor, we should go to sleep. I don't want to be tired and grumpy on Christmas morning, or even throughout the day."

"Alright, my sleepy Slytherin," Harry said whilst he laid back down beside Draco. He kissed his Slytherin boyfriend goodnight.

*****

After Narcissa shut the door to her son's bedroom, she looked up at her shocked husband and smiled. "Well... oops."

"Oops?" said Lucius. He blinked and thought the image that he just saw in the bedroom away to the back of his mind. He also fought back the image of arguing with his wife after the boys had left for Draco's bedroom.

Narcissa just shrugged and gave a soft laugh. At least she knows they're having fun making love to each other. "Accidentally walking in on them doing something. That's what happened."

Lucius sighed deeply. He was tired. Mentally tired, especially from the argument. "Let's head to bed. I need my beauty sleep."

Narcissa chuckled at her husband and how girly that sounds. "Of course, let's go." She has been curious about Lucius' sexuality since he likes wearing heels and obviously loves doing his hair and nails. Sometimes she wonders if Lucius will even let her do his hair. Like braid it or curl it.