"Hermione, can we talk?"

Hermione looked up from the book she was reading at Pansy who had her head down, but her eyes looked up. She couldn't see the urgency in Pansy's eyes. "Sure, Pans," she said lightly. She knew this day would actually come. "What is it?"

"You haven't told me about what happened a week ago after Dobby's death," Pansy walks remorsefully towards the other girl who sat on the couch. "And-" She looked warily around the room for George. "-Fred's death," she whispered the last two words.

Hermione frowned. That was the conversation she really regrets having. She doesn't know what to say. She feels alright even if she's a little sad from Fred's death. "Pansy, nothing happened," she tells her flatly. "I was just a little sad, that's all."

"Did you ever think of coming to me to talk about your emotions?" Pansy asked at once. She too needed someone to talk to this past week and did she have her girlfriend at all? No. Only Blaise she could count on and listen to. But Blaise even needed Ron who wasn't there for him even before the war when he was being abused.

"Well, you weren't physically here with me, were you?" Hermione retaliated back with a flat look; her eyes narrowed at the other girl. "Not like how Ron was here for me every day."

Pansy twisted her mouth with a sour expression. "Oh?" she sneered, palms and temples starting to bead with sweat. She can feel the rage bubbling up her chest and feels almost ill with it. "So now it's my fault, huh?! It's my fault I wasn't there for you? What if I had to deal with my own problems back at home?" Her voice just got louder and louder for everything she says. "Like my mother coming back home scared to death because of something that happened, and she never told me what it is! And my uncle sodding died. The last time I saw him was right before the war! You don't think you're the only one who's suffering because of this damn war?!"

"I'm sorry, okay!" Hermione yells because she's not going to let Pansy blame everything on Ron, which she believes this is all about. Her gut was twisting with the way her insides burn scorching hot. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you either! I was just – we were just dealing with a few things." Her voice lowered and she looked to the floor dazedly, "Not to mention Fred." Then she regained eye contact with her girlfriend and spat loudly, "And don't you think Ron's not having a hard time either?! He's lost his damned big brother! And here I am comforting him because it's all I really can do, and he's been comforting me as much as he can too about Dobby!"

Pansy's chin quivered and her eyes watered at what she realised. "Hermione, are you having an affair with Ron behind my back?" she asked her slowly.

Hermione looked at her gloomily, trying to hide her tears by blinking them away. But it wasn't true. She hasn't kissed Ron at all. Though the thought has crossed her mind several times.

"Oh, Merlin," Pansy choked out, voice quavering as she started sobbing. Her shoulders quaked with repressed sobs.

"No, Pansy," Hermione said calmly, shaking her head as a tear rolls down her cheek. "Ron's just been there for me to give me hugs, hold my hand. You know? Comforting gestures. I'd never cheat on you."

"It sounds like you are to me," Pansy opposed in a quiet tone of voice. It hurt to hear they've been holding hands. Even if it's just a simple gesture. But best friend's don't hold hands.

"Pansy."

"What happened to us, Hermione?" Pansy asked sadly, face empty of all expression, mouth a straight, very thin line and she hugged her elbows.

"I don't know, Pansy," Hermione said quietly, heartbeat thundering in her ears. "I don't know," she repeats even quieter. "One minute we were fine but then we drifted apart."

"This is Dobby's fault," Pansy suddenly muttered irritably. "If he hadn't died-"

Hermione cut her off angrily, "Don't you dare blame this on Dobby!" she spits hotly. "He died because of fate!"

And then Harry walked into the room, assessing the situation as he could hear these two fighting from the kitchen. In fact, everyone in the Burrow could probably hear them. When seeing two girls fighting with tears in their eyes, he bit the inside of his mouth and backed out of the room and back to Draco. He didn't want to get in the middle of whatever was going on. He just hoped it will end well in the end.

"Good decision," Pansy mumbled darkly, glaring daggers, at Harry's leaving figure.

Hermione scoffed at her. But then she softened her expression. "So, what happens now?" she asks softly, but Pansy can't relax because Hermione's whole form is still alarmingly tight with displeasure, her face still drawn and carrying a slight hint of betrayal. She just wants this conversation to end so she can continue reading.

Pansy took a deep soothing inhale and exhale. "I believe you know what happens now," she reached behind her neck and took off the silver necklace with a little Pansy flower on the little chain Hermione once gave her and took the two last steps towards her girlfriend. She opened Hermione's hand up, placed the necklace on her hand and closed her hand up.

"No," Hermione mumbles, shaking her head with remorse as her eyes fill with tears. "Don't do this, please. Not to us."

Pansy placed her forehead against Hermione's and stared into teary chocolate brown eyes. "I'm sorry, Hermione," she chokes out, tears blurring her vision. "I want you to be happy, that's all that matters to me right now. Even if it means letting you go, then I'll take the pain by myself."

When Hermione let another tear escape her eyes and roll down her cheek, Pansy closed her eyes with her heart aching in her chest, cupped Hermione's cheeks, and pressed her lips to hers in a slow kiss. This was her last kiss with Hermione, and she wanted it to be the most memorable no matter how much it hurts. Until finally, the kiss ended, and Pansy took a step back, looked away, and quickly vanished through the Floo.

Hermione cried quietly, but she didn't want to feel weak. She stooped into the kitchen but found her way towards Harry who furrowed his eyebrows at her. "I-I think we just-"

Harry frowned, knowing what Hermione was talking about. He and Draco could hear it from the kitchen. So, he hesitantly gave her a slow hug. "It's okay, Hermione," he says, voice soothing and he rubs her back in the hug. "Draco, Ron, and I are here for you whenever you need to talk."

"I know, Harry," Hermione said, her voice breaking. "I'm so glad I have you as a best friend. I love you, Harry."

Harry smiled in the hug. But the sound of his best friend's broken voice brought his spirits down. Not once has he seen or heard Hermione sound so broken. "I'm glad you're my best friend too, Hermione, and I love you too."

"Should I be feeling jealous?" Harry and Hermione ended the hug and looked over at Draco who casually held a cup of tea and leaned on the bench with a smirk.

"Not at all, dear," Harry said softly with an adoring smile at him. He went over to Draco, placed his arms around the Slytherin's waist and pressed his body to Draco's. "You know exactly how much I love you."

Draco smiled and leaned his face towards Harry's to give him a quick kiss. He tried so hard to not get hard from the feel of Harry's cock through his jeans as Harry was wearing joggers. "And you know how much I love you, Harry James Potter," he whispers to Harry's eyes before placing a kiss to each eyelid.

Hermione gave them both a sad smile and headed back to the lounge room to read. Try to read, actually. She just felt so many emotions at once. Guilt, heartbroken, and almost loneliness even if she knew she had Harry and Ron as her best friends.

She slumped onto the couch and sighed deeply. She picked up her book and just stared at the page. She couldn't read. The words were all over the place. What was happening?

Thinking about the breakup, she began to cry into the maroon red pillow. Not noticing someone sitting next to her, until someone poked her in the arm, she looked up. She felt a little better at who it is. "Hello, Ron," she mumbles and wiped her tears off her sleeve slowly. "I'm sorry you have to see me this way."

Ron furrowed his eyebrows and he shook his head. "No, don't apologise, 'Mione," he said in a soothing voice which calmed Hermione down a little. "Crying shouldn't be shameful. Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Pansy, she b-broke up with m-me," Hermione stuttered, sat up, held the pillow to her chest, and let the warm tears fall down her face yet again. She hopes she isn't running out of water from inside her but knew that was just daft of her to assume.

Ron frowned and rubbed his hand up and down her arm to comfort her. The touch made the hairs on his body stand up and a sudden warmth feeling spread throughout his body. "I'm sorry about that," he says softly, "I don't know what to say. But all I can say is that you deserve so much better than her. For whatever reason she broke up with you, forget about it. That was the past, this moment is the presence."

Hermione turned her head to look at him. "Moment?" Hermione deadpanned. Ron blushed and looked away. "Ron..." She made him look at her with just a slight touch to his chin.

Ron looked at her, his cheeks and ears an obvious red. "Hermione, I-"

"Ron..." Hermione repeated again. "I-... I've kept this for so long but I..." She blushed herself. "I've had feelings for you since...third year, and for the fourth year I saw something in Pansy too," she said quickly. "But I was just so confused, you know, with all these teenage emotions and hormones flooding my body and I just-"

Heat rose from Hermione's stomach to her chest. Ron's lips were getting closer and her heart decided to skip a beat, the smell of him hypnotic beyond reason. She parted her lips and felt him washing over like a wave of warmth, curling her toes, unfurling all her senses as the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts.

Her whole body tingled, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly forbidden. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry, and intense, until her knees gave in. By the time Hermione became aware of her fingers, they had already slipped under his shirt, his skin smooth and radiating heat.

As if time had stopped right there, as they stood propped against the couch, glued to one another. As if no one else existed and there was no risk of Harry, Draco, or the other Weasley's watching the show from the kitchen or somewhere else in the house. And for Ron, as if he'd never been shy, to begin with.

But they were being watched. Harry and Draco were watching from the kitchen, curiously, at the scene a few meters away from them. It was the best thing they've seen all day, besides being together all day. As much as this irritated Draco, since Pansy loves Hermione and somewhat broke up with her, he found this quite sweet. It's sort of like watching his mother and father kiss, except Hermione and Ron were younger and they had different hair colours. But then there's Ron, who's still with Blaise and just kissed Hermione. He'll have a talk with the Weasel soon.

Harry smiled at his best friends. Ever since he met them, those two always had something between them even if they just couldn't see it. He's a little sad about the heartbreak between Hermione and Pansy, but if this is really what Hermione and Ron both want then he'll definitely accept it.

And then the kiss ended. Hermione looked up at Ron, who still leaned against her and gave a smile. She admits that's the best kiss she's ever had, even if Pansy's kisses are great. But being with Ron just pushed away the bad thoughts from her mind.

But now Ron feels guilty. His chest feels tight with guilt and has a pain in the back of his throat. He just kissed Hermione when he's still got a boyfriend who loves him and probably needs him. He cleared his throat and sat up with his hands on his face. He was utterly confused right now. He likes Blaise's kisses, but Hermione's? They're just...lovely. So soft, sweet, and small.

Draco decided to butt into this...moment thing. "Oi, Weasel!" He spat, strutting up to him with his wand pointed at him. He doesn't know why he put up his wand. It's just an instinct now since the war. "What are you going to do about Blaise, huh?" he asked stiffly, glaring at him with his jaw tightly clenched. "Do you remember him? Your boyfriend. Or have you forgotten already because you've been snogging Granger?"

"Draco..." said Harry slowly and placed a hand over Draco's hand, making him lower his wand. He just wants to leave his best friends alone right now.

Ron squinted his eyes and lowered his brows. He felt defenceless against the Slytherin. "I'll figure something out, mate," he says hoarsely, "And I haven't forgotten about him or the relationship. I just need to...sort it out."

"Firstly, don't call me your mate," muttered Draco a little irritably. He pocketed his wand with a sneer. "We're not mates. Just friends. Secondly, did you know that when Blaise told you how much he loved you, he really meant it?" Ron grimaced at that. "And that was only at the end of last year! What do you have to say about that? Do you really want to risk the relationship to break him even more? If you're going to break up with him, don't you dare hurt him even more than he is."

Ron frowned at that, knowing how broken Blaise is. He never intends to break him even more. He doesn't want to. He's not someone to hurt anybody like that. "I promise I'll do it soon, Draco," he tells him softly.

Draco gave a nod. A strict nod. "You better, or I swear I'll hunt you-"

Harry cut him off with a roll of his eyes, "Come on, my love," he says flatly. "Let's let them be." He smiled at his overprotective boyfriend and led him out of the room by the sleeve. But he gave a little glare at Ron, telling him he needs to do something about his relationship with Blaise.

Ron sighed and looked to the floor. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, - Hermione's soft hand – he knows he has to do it sometime this week. Just not now.

*****

"I broke up with her." Pansy stood in the Zabini' Mansion's lounge room with tears flooding her face. The dark red velvet curtains swaying at the frame windows let in the natural light and shone upon her black hair.

"Oh, Pansy," Blaise enveloped her in a quick hug before leading her to the black leather L-shaped lounge chair. Once they sat down with a nice fluffy red blanket over their legs Blaise began, "What happened?"

Pansy began from when she first suspected it, telling Blaise how she has seen Hermione glancing over at Ron instead of her and the not-so-secret smiles she's seen the two give each other. It disgusts her! But she just wants Hermione to be happy. "When she kisses me, they're not returned with the full amount of love I give her any more," she deadpans. "I knew I was correct about her and Ron's thing, whatever it is. I just... I want her to be happy. If she's not happy with me, then I did what I had to do. I let her go."

By the time Pansy finished, Blaise had tears in his eyes and the colour drained from his face. "What do you mean the thing with Ron?" he asked her quickly.

Pansy gave a slow head shake. "You know what I mean, Blaise," she says, voice hoarse and wet, muffled by her hands. The tears were just never-ending, and they continued to slow down. "Hermione's obviously got a thing for your boyfriend."

Blaise chose to not believe it, even if he knew it was true. "What do I do, Pans?" He asked flatly, pressing a hand to his throat. "I really do love him. I told him that back at school."

"He loves you too, Blaise, just not the same way you love him," Pansy says slowly. She drooped her shoulders and looked to the floor, deep in thought. "It's like me and Hermione. I love Hermione but she doesn't love me the same way." She hesitated and bit her lip, letting out a whimper. "And you know exactly what to do, even if it hurts worse than the Cruciatus Curse."

Blaise frowned. He knew what to do even if he doesn't want to do that ever. Ron has been there for him a lot and he's tried to be there for Ron through his brother's death. He's tried to, even if his mother would rather have him at the manor. "I know, Pans," he says weakly. "But when do I do it?" he asks quickly. "I don't think I have enough courage to do it. Hence the reason I'm not a Gryffindor."

Pansy gave a sad smile at the Gryffindor reference. But just thinking of Hermione hurts. She put an arm around her best friend and sighed. "We'll both get through this together," she tells him with forced calm. "To take our minds off it, why don't we play some exploding snap?"

"Alright."

*****

Harry sighed sadly when seeing George come out of the Floo still looking so depressed. Lately, George has been living at some apartment George and Fred once shared when they were business partners. He's always been sleeping there as far as Harry knows.

"Hey, George," he said loud enough for the older bloke to hear him. "How're you feeling?"

George forced a smile at him and crossed his elbows on the kitchen bench. "Fine, I guess," he mutters lowly.

"George..." Harry said a little sternly and George rolls his eyes. He wanted to know if Ron's older brother was alright. If his own older non-blooded brother was alright. "How're you coping with everything?"

George shrugged. His face flushed at what he does to manage his grief. When Harry gave his shoulder an elbow, he whispered, "Sex with boys and girls."

Harry blinked at him. He blushed at the conversation he just made. Talking about sex with an older brother was a little...weird. But you have to talk about things like this someday, right? But the problem was that sex is a very bad coping method with depression. It can get addicting. He understands it though. "George, um..." He lowered his voice a little, "You use protection, right? For when doing it with girls?"

"Protection?" asked George, biting his lip in confusion and Harry's mouth fell open a little.

"Oh my god," Harry let his head drop onto the kitchen bench and he sighed, muttering a low, "Oww." When he heard a chuckle, he looked back up at George, wincing at the little throb of pain on his forehead. "What I mean is..." His blush darkened some more. "Do you wear...uh...condoms?"

George stared at him with a blank look. "Condoms?" His voice, to Harry, gave him the realisation that this could be bad. Not bad, worse!

"My God, George!" Harry said loudly in disbelief and he gives him a wry smile. "Aren't you worried you're going to make a woman pregnant?"

George knew what Harry had meant. He smiled sheepishly. "Harry, don't you know there are spells for that?" he asked morosely, his eyebrows raised slowly.

"Oh, right," said Harry lamely, who pulled at his collar in embarrassment. "Well, I don't want to know because as you know I've got a wonderful boyfriend who thankfully doesn't have female genitalia."

George gave him an amused smile, but Harry could still see the smile was forced.

"He's my little bisexual boyfriend," said Draco who appeared out from the lounge room, wrapped his arms around Harry from behind and gave Harry's cheek a kiss.

Harry smiled and turned his body around. His hand came up to run through his boyfriend's blonde hair. "Did you enjoy your fresh shower with mood-cream-free shampoo and conditioner?" he asks his Slytherin.

Draco groaned at the memories of having fiery red hair and Weasley-coloured hair. "Yes!" he says at once. "I need to thank my mother for supplying me with extra shampoo and conditioner. Without her, I'd be so pissed at Ron right now. The little bastard!"

Harry laughed and pulled Draco into a real kiss. Draco melts in the kiss, and George just watches them before looking away, rolling his eyes. "So, George," Harry drawls when pulling away from the kiss with Draco and laid eyes on the older bloke. "Tell us about these guys and girl's you've been...spending nighttime with."

George smiled awkwardly at them. "Um, Alright..." He pauses for a moment to try and remember the ladies and blokes he met in the Leaky Cauldron a few nights ago. "The first person, a handsome male, had long blonde hair, blue-green eyes and was really good in bed." Draco snorts and Harry just chuckles along. "The second was pretty a girl, short, heart-shaped face with short black hair and hazel eyes. Umm... There are a few more people but I..." He quickly grabbed an apple from the fruit basket and said, "I'll come back later," before apparating away.

Draco raised an eyebrow at the spot George apparated from but then looked at Harry. "So..." He walked two fingers up Harry's arm, making Harry's heart quick up speed. "I'm surprised you never joined me in the shower."

Harry smiled at the option. "Perhaps tomorrow then?" he suggests while his hand moved up Draco's inner thigh and he pressed their cocks together through the material of their pants. "And I'll make sure it's another one of those showers you'll never forget."

Draco could already feel himself harden at the thought and the touch of Harry. "But every shower with you is memorable, Harry," he tells him coquettishly. "Every time I see your pure naked body, it'll always stay in my mind forever."

Harry leaned forward, heart beating in his chest and so wanting to have a little fun with his boyfriend, and then he kissed him hard.

Draco moaned from Harry's kiss but also touch as the Gryffindor's hand moved towards his prick. But he pulled away and curiously asked, "So, what were you and George talking about?"

"Sex," Harry mutters.

"Sex?" Draco repeated in a low voice, his eyebrows drawing together. To him, that sounded horrible. Poor Harry had to hear George talk about who knows what.

Harry nodded and made his boyfriend moan by rubbing his hand over the fly of Draco's pants. "He's been dealing with his grief by having sex with males and females," he says awkwardly. Draco chuckled at him. "It's kind of bad though. George could become obsessed with doing it. But either way... if it makes him feel better then I can't stop him. I won't stop him."

"Wise choice, Harry," Draco mutters, caressing Harry's cheek with his thumbs and then kissing him. He wanted some fun. But even before he could deepen the kiss, Harry pulled away.

"Here..." Harry grabbed a blue inked muggle ballpoint pen from inside Hermione's purple pencil case which he doesn't know what it's still doing down here and handed it to Draco. "Have a pen."

"A pen?" Draco looked down at the 'A pen' and studied it curiously. He's never seen something quite like it. It was just a weird black tube with a little silver tip on the end. His eyebrow raised a little. He brought it up to his nose for a sniff.

"No!" Harry spat and tried to take the pen away from Draco but the Slytherin whacked his hand away. "Don't sniff it!"

"Why not?" asked Draco flatly, studying the pen from top to bottom. "It looks harmless."

"Well, it's dangerous if you inhale or ingest what's inside," Harry invents quickly. "It can kill you. It's ink. You wouldn't drink the ink that you use for quills, would you?" Draco shook his head. "Exactly! So, don't swallow, consume or smell it!" He pressed the little tip of the pen down.

Click

Draco's eyes widened at what happened. He pressed down on the tip on the end of the pen again.

Click

Click

Click

Draco smiled. "So fascinating..."

Click

Harry laughed at him. "Maybe I shouldn't have given you the pen," he says lightly, green eyes sparkling in delight. He tried taking it off the blonde Slytherin again, but Draco slapped his hand away, smirked at him and ran from the kitchen yelling, "MY PEN!"

And Harry just burst into laughter at his adorable boyfriend, who just stole one of Hermione's pens. He hoped she didn't mind. He ended up catching up to his boyfriend – thanking Hermione for the morning jogs around Hogwarts since the start of his fifth year - just to get the pen back. If Draco wanted a pen, he could just get one for him. He wondered how Draco would react to all the other muggle items in the muggle world.

Harry followed Draco up the stairs to Ron's bedroom and closed the door behind him so the Slytherin couldn't escape. He grinned as his boyfriend turned around but dropped the pen on the floor. Cheeky bastard. He only wanted Harry to come up to Ron's room for a shagging session. And Harry will most definitely give it to him.

Draco threw off his jumper and shirt and pinned Harry to the door with a smirk. Harry stood there, heart thumping in his chest, pressed against the wall. The sound of his heart was loud enough for Draco to feel, strong enough to overwhelm everything but those inquisitive silver eyes.

He couldn't control the flutter within, the lump in his throat, the violent heartbeat. "I want you." Draco swallowed hard as his hand slid down Harry's pants, sending impulses to his spine and groin as he pressed a little harder against him. "I want the same," he parted to look at him.

There was an adrenaline rush. So much that Harry nearly forgot how to breathe, eyes lumping from his lips up to his eyes, his heart a ticking time bomb.

Holy Mother of... Harry gave in, parting his lips only to feel Draco's pressing against his own, intense, smooth but contained his hands, with a mind of their own, took hold of him and everything accelerated.

And then Draco, still kissing him hungrily, moved them both towards the bed. They didn't care which bed they fell on, the only thing they wanted was sex, and Harry wanted was Draco on top of him and he got that.

Only minutes later, they were both naked, Harry lying on the bed while Draco was riding him, hands gripping Harry's arms as he bobbed his arse up and down on Harry's thick glorious cock, his own prick slapping against the flat of Harry's belly, and he emitted wild moans that Harry could masturbate to if his prick was free.

"Fuck-, Draco," Harry moans, thrusting up into the blonde Slytherin. Draco gasped from the pleasure, his entire body shaking.

The blonde Slytherin sank all the way down onto Harry's cock again, wanting his arse to swallow up as much as he could before rising up allowing Harry's dick to nearly drag out of his channel only to fall back down into place again. His arse is burning from riding Harry's cock and tingling aches spread everywhere from inside his groin and arse. Draco moved automatically, rocking again and again in slow movements to feel the sizzle of nerves flare up.

Harry grunted as Draco began to pick up speed, fucking him rapidly and relentlessly, his blonde hair falling across his face with every bobble up. When hearing those beautiful gasps and moans, Harry thrust up into the Slytherin and Draco arched his back with a protracted moan. Draco fucks himself on Harry's dick, directing him backwards and forwards, and Draco establishes a gentle rhythm that lasts for minutes. Harry jerks his hips upwards, forcing himself deeper inside Draco with a grunt, before losing the energy and sinking back into the mattress. Draco could already feel the sudden warmth spread through his groin at the need to release.

Harry reached his shaky hands down and squeezed Draco's cock as the Slytherin continued to fuck himself on him. He wanted Draco to come, to see the beautiful white sticky release coat his stomach and make it sticky but shiny. Draco bucked up into Harry's fist, leaning backwards, putting his palms on the tops of Harry's thighs to keep himself balanced as he rides him, dick slipping in and out of his arse.

He began to feel the warmth spread through his groin and his own need to release everything inside of Draco when he stroked Draco's prick as much as he could but it was hard when the Slytherin continuously was bobbing up and down on his prick. But he didn't mind. He just wanted his boyfriend to come, and himself.

Draco shivered from the pleasure of Harry's cock deep inside him, and the fast strokes of his cock in Harry's hand. He knew he was only seconds from coming onto this beautiful boy underneath him, and only seconds from having this beautiful boy come inside him.

And then Draco came, spurting his semen out onto Harry's stomach, which Harry coated his fingers in and sucked on in his mouth. That just made Draco go over the edge as he was overwhelmed with his organism and he now was waiting on Harry's organism to fill him up from the inside.

Harry thrust up into the Slytherin, still sucking on his fingers which Draco's sticky sweet but sour spunk was coated with. And after a couple more thrusts, he tensed his muscles up and came inside the Slytherin with a loud moan and a swear.

Draco gasped as he felt the sudden release hit his insides and he stopped riding his boyfriend. He closed his eyes and smiled, sinking back down, and swallowing his boyfriend's cock with his arse whole again. He could feel Harry's come slowly dripping out of him, but he stayed where he was. He loves sitting on Harry with his thick cock all the way up in his arse.

Harry smiled back and stroked Draco's hips up and down, then his hands trailed down towards the Slytherin's bum cheeks and he gave them a nice light, but firm squeeze and Draco inhaled slowly at the touch.

The Slytherin opened his silver eyes slowly and stared down into emerald green eyes. So beautiful. He gave Harry's cheek a caress and leaned down to kiss him slowly. "I love you, Harry James Potter," he mutters after a heartbeat, still caressing the Gryffindor's cheek.

"I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy," Harry whispered back and gave him soft kisses to his eyelids. The little gesture made Draco smile. "And thanks for this beautiful moment and running off with the pen."

Draco gave a little laugh. Oh, so it's just a pen? Not 'A Pen'. "You're most welcome, my sexy man-beast," he mumbles and clenches his arse tightly over Harry's dick. Harry made a soft throaty noise at the teasing and that name, and Draco could tell that Harry likes the name. He knows Harry loves all the names he gives Harry. "Shall we head outside for a while or just stay here?"

"Bed," said Harry, a slow smile building on his face. "Nice and warm, and I want to lie with you."

Draco kissed him again and removed his body from Harry's soft prick just so he can lie next to Harry and cover themselves with the blankets. If he had the energy, he would get back on Harry's lap and ride him again. Harry put an arm around him and Draco nudged his nose into the Gryffindor's neck, smelling a faint pine tree smell and slowly falling asleep as the Gryffindor's hand lightly brushed through his blonde hair.

*****

Ron couldn't stop smiling from the kiss he shared with Hermione. It was on his mind every day and even night. He felt like he was being kissed by an angel. Such a beautiful angel.

Harry sighed at his best mate and waved his hand over Ron's eyes, trying to get him out of the gaze he was in. "Ron!" he said loudly. "Wake up from your dreamland!"

Draco smirked at Ron. "More like Granger land," he sneered. "Merlin..." He rolled his eyes and jumped onto Ron's bed. He began to shake him by the shoulder's, his smirk only widening but there was no answer from Ron but a blink. "OI!"

"What is it, Draco," asked Ron calmly with an eyebrow raised sceptically.

"Finally!" Draco breathed with relief. Harry gave a shaky laugh. "We've been trying to get your attention for almost fifteen minutes!"

"You have my attention now," snapped Ron, his lip curled at the Slytherin who interrupted him from – embarrassingly true – Granger land as Draco had called it.

"Cranky little lion, are you?" Draco mutters, finding teasing Harry's best mate just as amusing as it always was back when they were eleven, twelve, and thirteen.

Ron gave a growling sound, just to warn the Slytherin to back off. "Piss off!" he spat.

Draco grinned and moved off the bed, taking Harry with him. He pulled Harry down on his own bed and began kissing him lovingly, with tongue, teeth, and passion.

Ron sighed at them and decided to leave them be. He doesn't want to be there if they decide to do anything...in particular. Downstairs he went and he then decided to give Blaise a visit. But he hesitated at the Floo when remembering what he had to do.

Blinking and shaking his head at the Floo, he decided to just enter and get it over and done with. Walking into the large Zabini Manor from the Floo, he scanned the room. Nobody was in the room out of the other sixteen rooms in the house. With a sigh, he decided to just go over to the dark red velvet curtains and peek out at the sunny garden.

Blaise, after his early morning cup of Green tea, came into the lounge room and frowned. It was Ron. He was glad Ron came over; it gave him enough time to talk to the other bloke about a certain topic. But the way Ron's orange hair shone in the sunlight from the window was so beautiful and it made him sigh. But he had to let him go, for Ron's happiness. He wants Ron to be happy, live a happy life even if he knows how hard it must be to lose an older brother. He placed his cup of tea on the small wooden round coffee table in front of the large black leather couch just to make his presence known.

"Blaise," Ron turned around, his arms down at his sides and laid eyes on the other bloke in the room. "Let's um..." He rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the couch. "Sit."

Blaise nodded and got right to it. When watching the other male sit beside him, he drawled, "I need to talk to you about something." He looked into his cup of tea and sighed. "Something I have to do for your own happiness."

Ron looked a little curious about what Blaise wanted to talk with him about. "Alright, let's say it together," he says in a low, saddened voice.

"On the count of three?" asked Blaise flatly. Ron nodded. "Okay..." He took a deep breath in, ready for the tear spillage. "1. 2. 3."

They both quickly said, "I think it's best if we break it up."

Blaise sniffed, already feeling the tears forming in his eyes. He hopes Ron finds his happiness with Hermione. "Right," he says lamely, "so that is it then?"

Ron gave him a sad smile and a nod. "I'm sorry, Blaise."

"Don't apologise, Ron," Blaise said softly, his chest ached as he leaned over for a hug. This hopefully won't be his last hug with Ron. "It's not your fault you're in love with Hermione and has been for quite a while."

Ron's smile widened and he blushed at that point. "I don't know what to say..."

Blaise smiled, leaned away from the hug, and placed a hand over Ron's hand. "Don't say anything, Ron," he says weakly, warm tears that he tried to hold in rolled down his cheeks and Ron wiped them away with his thumbs. "But admit it to me that you like her."

Ron's smile turned into a silly grin, and Blaise laughed. "I do like her," he admitted it easily, and he smiled down at nothing. "I did like you, really like you a lot, you know. It wasn't just Hermione."

"That's great!" Blaise said quickly, masking his true feelings from him. He leaned over and pressed his lips to Ron's forehead as a final kiss, even if it wouldn't be his last real kiss with him.

Ron was surprised at the sudden gesture but smiled at it. "I should head back now," he eventually says after Blaise pulls away and gets up from the couch to walk over to the Floo. "I'm sure it's nearly lunchtime. I did sleep in for two hours."

Blaise nodded his head. He knew how much of a heavy sleeper Ron is. "Alright, have a good day."

"Will do," said Ron happily. "And you too!" Then he threw in some Floo powder and escaped through green flames. And when entering the Burrow's lounge room, he smiled at Hermione and walked towards her.

"Oh, hey, R-"

And then Ron kissed her, and his heart banged against his chest. Then she's kissing him back, open-mouthed, soft-lipped kissing-him-back, and at first Ron's nervous, but then Hermione puts her hand on the back of his head, and she strokes his hair in a reassuring way, and he's not so nervous anymore.

Harry smiled at them from the stairs and proceeded back up them to Ron's bedroom to see Draco.

*****

Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were down in the lounge room together playing some wizards chess. Harry and Hermione refused to play, as they hated it so that just left Ron and Draco to play together.

That was okay to Harry because he could just watch Draco. Watches how Draco bites his lip in concentration, which he just adores so much. But he was brought out of his gaze on his boyfriend by loud screeches. Very familiar loud screeches. It was Hedwig, Ulysses, Pidwigeon, and a school owl.

Harry opened one of the windows and the owls flew in and landed on the ground next to the chessboard.

Draco grabbed the letter from his owl's mouth and smiled, "It's our O.W.L results from the last term." He opened the letter, his eyes looking up and down the list of grades he got. "An O for Potions, obviously. And an O in Transfiguration's, Arithmancy, Herbology and Charms." Harry chuckled and kissed his cheek as a congratulation. Draco smiled and just wanted to drag Harry up to Ron's room for a good shag as a real celebration. "An E in Defence, Divination, and Magical Creatures."

"Congrats, my love," Harry said lightly and kissed him with a bright smile. He looks down at his letter and sighs, wondering if he did well. He remembers back in primary school how he just didn't care about the kind of grades he got. Now his grades mean everything to him. "Let's see what I got..."

"Hermione, stop panicking!" Ron said soothingly, shaking his best friend by her shoulders to snap her out of it, but it only made her worse.

Hermione's breathing was quick and shallow. Her hands were shaking as she picked up her letter. "What if I failed all my examination?" she asks quickly in horror. "What if I did something dangerous and get expelled? What if-"

"Hermione, I believe you'll have better grades than all of us combined," Harry tells her gently with a slow smile. "And you did nothing wrong. You're the brightest and smartest witch of your age. We all believe you can do anything and achieve anything."

That calmed Hermione down a bit, but she grabbed a hold of Ron's hand and squeezed it for comfort. She opened the letter, hand still shaky and looked down at her grades. "Nine Outstanding's and an Exceed Expectations for Defence against the Dark Arts," she says calmly.

"See?" Ron said softly and stroked her arm up and down. "It's not that bad. You got all Outstanding's except one and that's okay. And Harry and I haven't seen ours yet."

"Open them then!" Hermione snapped at them. She was relieved she got great grades but was irritated to how Ron and Harry could be so calm about this. She was so disappointed in herself for the E she got. She hoped for better.

Ron and Harry immediately got to opening their letters. Draco looked down at Harry's letter and Hermione to Ron's.

"It appears we'll be having a lot of sex tonight," Draco whispered into Harry's ear when looking at the grades his boyfriend got. Four Outstanding's for Defence, Herbology, Transfiguration, and Charms and then the rest of Harry's grades were E's for Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination and Astronomy.

Harry grinned at that thought, his body was excited for tonight too. "Can't wait!" he said in a low, fevered tone and looked into his boyfriend's silver eyes. He leans forward and kissed him hard, dropping the letter so he can snake his arms around Draco's waist to pull him closer.

Ron groaned when looking at his grades and Hermione laughed. But his grades weren't bad at all. Why was he acting this way?

Something else slipped out of Harry's letter. It was another letter.

"What's that, Harry?" Draco had asked, studying the parchment that Harry had picked up. Ron and Hermione gathered behind Harry to see what Harry had received that they hadn't. Harry unfolded the letter and began reading it out loud.

To Mr Harry Potter, Mr Draco Malfoy, Mr Ronald Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger.

It has come to my comprehension that you all are suffering a terrible loss of a loved one. I want to convey my deepest condolences at this time but am afraid I'm a little hectic at the moment. Due to this loss, I would like to know if you'll all be willing to come back to Hogwarts when term starts for your sixth year? Or, if you're not mentally fit for it, we can extend your arrival for further on in the year.

If you decide to come back, please let us know by owl. By the professors of Hogwarts, we have all decided that if you do come back, you'll be graduating before the summer holidays of next year. This means you all won't have to come back for another full year just to make it easier and you'll be studying with the seventh year this year.

If you do come back, all of us professors will be discussing to you how this will all work out. Please owl me back as soon as possible so I can send you all your book-list and things you'll need for this year. Oh, and Mr Potter, you are hereby unbanned from Quidditch.

With kind regards, and deepest condolences,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Harry pumped a fist in the air in triumph. He was back in Quidditch! Draco smiled at him, glad his boyfriend was back in the game and kissed his cheek.

"Headmistress?" Ron said in a low voice with a shake of his head in disbelief. He was confused.

"They must've voted a week ago on who'll become the next Headmaster or headmistress," Draco pointed out quickly, his arms crossed and he had a finger to his lips in thought. "The Ministry would have approved this new title, and this would be in the Daily Prophet by now."

"Finally, a decent Headmistress," Harry said with relief, and he let out a little sigh.

"You boys are so unbelievable!" Hermione said abruptly, her lips pressed tightly together in disappointment. "Don't you see what this letter actually means!"

"That we don't get to go back to school for another whole year," said Ron with a cocky smile. "I'm already excited about this year now."

Hermione glared and hit him over the head with her O.W.L. results. "Shut," she spat and hit him again, "up!" Ron flinched from the hits. Harry and Draco sniggered at them.

Hermione glared at them all before saying, "The letter, if you haven't figured it out yet, is barbaric!" She stood up and began pacing the room. "They can't reduce our education by a year! We need that extra year to learn all the other spells, hexes, and jinxes." She stopped and looked at them with exasperation, "I just can't believe this."

Ron snorted at her, earning a glare from Hermione. He doesn't mind having to go back to school for only one year. It'd probably be easier. But it just means extra work.

Harry doesn't believe it either. Are they allowed to do that? "So, what are we going to do?" he asks them in a low voice, and he glances at Draco who he caught staring at him with that beautiful face. "Stay home for half a year and then go back but have to complete sixth and seventh year? Or go back when term starts and graduate with the Seventh year?"

"As long as the professor's assign us tasks to help us through the year, then I'm up with the second option," Draco said, stepped behind Harry and rests his neck on Harry's shoulders as he places his arms around Harry's waist.

"I agree," said Harry, turning his head to the side so he could look at Draco's face and kiss him square on the mouth.

Hermione shook her head, disappointed in these boys. "No," she says at once, crossing her arms over her chest. "I say we go back to school and finish off both sixth and seventh year. Don't you want to graduate with our own class with Lavender, Pansy, Blaise, Seamus, Dean, Susan and whoever else?"

Ron sighed. Harry and Draco could understand him. This was a big decision to make.

Draco tried reasoning with her. "But we'll get additional work if we decide to graduate by next holidays," he blurts to her while his hands tightened around Harry's waist. "Don't you like the extra work?"

"Well, yes – but that's no better than going back to school for the last two years now is it?" Hermione asked him, her hands on her hips. "Wouldn't you like to learn more in the two years, if we go back than only half of it?"

"Professor McGonagall clearly said that she and the other professors will discuss what will happen to us four when we do go back, Hermione," Harry retorted back at her. "There's no need to get so worked up about it," he tells her carefully. "And you can go ahead, go back to Hogwarts for those two years if you want. We won't stop you."

Hermione crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at them. She didn't want to do it all on her own, but she will if she must.

Harry felt a little scared of her and moved out of Draco's embrace and hid behind him. To Harry, Hermione was a little scary when irritated.

Ron sat back and puffed out his cheeks. This was officially going nowhere to him.

Hermione just turned with a huff and left the room, hoping the boys will agree with her someday.

"So, what are we going to do?" asked Ron slowly. He rested his elbows on his knees and rubbed his fingers over his nose. "Do what Hermione wants or Graduate with the seventh years? I mean, I want to be out of Hogwarts as fast as I can."

"Like my dear Draco said before-" Harry caressed Draco's chin with a smile and kissed it. Draco blushes at being petted on the cheek by Harry in front of the Weasel. Ron rolled his eyes at them but smiled. "-The professors' have something planned for us when we get back. They're probably mini projects."

"Wonder what they have planned," Draco said, biting his lip in wonder and sat behind Harry. He placed his hands around his boyfriend for a backwards hug. "Mini projects, extra examinations but in our own time."

Harry leaned his back against Draco and placed his hands over Draco's hands which lay on his stomach. "We have two more weeks left of the holidays which gives us plenty of time to decide on what to do," he says in a low voice, staring deeply into Draco's silver eyes that sparkled once he locked eyes with him. "But if we want to get our items earlier for when term starts, then we'll have to decide sometime this or next week."

"I hate making decisions!" Ron muttered to himself. He suddenly groaned his hands on his face. He rubbed at his face and pushed back his hair on his forehead. Harry and Draco just laughed at him.

*****

Hermione was up in Ginny's room on her own bed, still furious with the boys for the decision they wanted to make. And Ron, wasn't he supposed to be on her side? But she had to admit how cute it was for Ron to be so lazy, and daft at times. She shook her head, forcing the thoughts of Ron out of her head as she had an important letter to write.

She just had to write to the Headmistress about this option McGonagall and the professors have planned for herself, Ron, Harry, and Draco. She just had to do a little research about what's being planned and all. She dipped her quill in her inkpot and began writing.

To Headmistress McGonagall,

This isn't a proper answer to your previous letter. I just have some questions I want to ask you. I know you have the proper authority to make these options but are you sure it's wise? What do you have planned for us four when we get back to Hogwarts? Extracurricular activities? Extra examinations and work? And how can you fit everything in for us four? All the spells, potions, jinxes that we must know for when we graduate? How are we going to learn all spells in one year? Is there a new schedule? Will we still be staying in the sixth year's dorms or seventh years? And for my final argument, would the Ministry accept us into whatever jobs we choose in the future if we decide to graduate in the seventh year?

Congratulations on the new promotion!

Thanks,

Hermione Granger

Hermione folded her letter up and gave it to Pidwigeon. When the little owl gathered the letter in its beak, she whispered, "Send this to Minerva McGonagall please?"

Pidwigeon gave her a hoot and flew out of the window, leaving Hermione alone in the room beside the sleeping Ginny Weasley. How could she sleep through an entire day? Ginny wasn't the only one in the room, as Hermione could tell. There was someone else in her bed. She couldn't mistake that blonde wavy long hair and radish earrings lying on Ginny's bedside table. It was Luna Lovegood.

She smiled at them. Then she realised they had no clothes on. Ginny's back faced her, her shoulders were showing and she had an arm around Luna's torso. Hermione couldn't see any bra straps. The doona only covered half of Luna's body so her right leg was showing, and her right boob too.

Hermione hoped Ginny's brother's don't come in to check up on their little sister. But why was Hermione in here in the first place when the two girls had obviously had a little fun?

Only hours later, after hanging out with Ron, reading, and patting Crookshank's, Hermione got a reply from the Headmistress.

To Ms Hermione Granger

When you get back to Hogwarts, I'll tell you and everyone else all about the schedule for the year. There will be Extracurricular activities and examinations you and the others will have to accomplish. With the dormitories, you'll be residing with the sixth years. I've talked with the new Minister of Magic and they'll allow any job opportunities you and the others want after graduating.

Kind regards,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Hermione sighed. The professor didn't even give her enough information about this! She needed more information. She couldn't wait a few more weeks! She only had a week to decide on what she wants to do. This was just so unfair to her. But at least she knows the Ministry will accept whatever job she wants. That's the problem. What job does she want?

*****

Draco let a tear escape his eye as he scanned through the letter from his mother again and again. Harry's arms were wrapped around him tightly, and their cheeks are pressed together. It helped Draco a lot but the empty feeling in the pit of his stomach was only making it worse. He knows he shouldn't be crying, but even if he dislikes his father at times, he really does love him.

A life sentence to Azkaban for his father was just too much to handle. He never wants to see his father rotting in a cell. No son does. And Harry was sad about it too. He wished he could do something. His father's trial was a few days away. He, Harry, Hermione, and Ron still had to send back a reply to Headmistress McGonagall about returning to Hogwarts.

Draco has talked to his mother and father about this over Fire-call and they don't mind which option he chooses as long as he graduates so that was a bonus. But he was more worried about his father. Has his father actually killed anybody besides Peter Pettigrew? Has he killed any good wizards and witches? He doesn't recall knowing. But then again, nobody tells him these things which he's grateful about. The only thing his father would be punished for was the dark mark on his arm which proves he's a death eater. Instead of a lifetime, can't Lucius at least have fifteen years in Azkaban then? That's fair enough. Or even better. Five. But that wasn't going to happen as he knows. Why must this happen to him?

And because of the letter, minutes were beginning to speed past so quickly, and so were hours and eventually days. To Draco, it felt like it has been sixteen hours since he last read the note. But now two days have been.

Right after Hermione got back from the Ministry about Lucius Malfoy and how guilty he was from the war, Harry grabbed Hermione on the arm and led her into the kitchen just after Ron left for the Ministry. Soon, it would be Harry's and Draco's turn. "Hermione, what did you say to them?" he asks her carefully.

Hermione shook her head. "I pledged not guilty," she tells him flatly. "He never killed anybody, except Peter Pettigrew, which I had to tell the Aurors about because I hate lying. You know that." Harry nodded. "I told them what Ginny and her mother and father told them. That Lucius Malfoy sided with us on the last minute of the war and took out his own Death Eater gang with his wife. They were pretty surprised to hear that, but when hearing the same thing come from Mrs and Mr Weasley's mouth and Ginny's, they believed it. They also had to run some tests on us in case we were under the Imperius Curse just to be sure. But we all stated the truth."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He thanks Merlin Harry has such great friends. "Thank you, Granger," he says gently, "for your honesty."

"Hermione," Hermione had to correct him and gave him a quick smile with a nod. "And you're welcome, Draco."

Harry smiled at her. All the Wizengamot needs is a little bit more information on behalf of himself and Draco about Lucius Malfoy's innocence. Because even if Mr Malfoy was a Death Eater and followed Voldemort, he never did anything terrible. Except for the thing back at the darned Department of Mysteries with stealing the Prophecy and fighting with him, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna. But that was just that. And yes, he should be punished for that but only minor. Like house arrest, or even just a month in Azkaban. Not his entire lifetime.

And finally, when Hermione excused herself to talk to Ron when he got back, Harry and Draco headed to the Floo. They both looked at each other, gave reassuring smiles and entered the Floo to the Ministry of Magic.

"Mr Draco Malfoy and Mr Harry Potter," greeted a middle-aged man with short dark brown hair. He stood in front of the Floo Harry and Draco just arrived in. When Draco and Harry nodded, the man calmly said, "Follow me please."

They followed the man to the elevators and down to the backroom behind Courtroom number 2. It was a small little room, with two large enchanted windows on either side of them showing a horse paddock. It didn't help Harry at all with how trapped he felt in the little room. It just reminds him of the cupboard under the stairs he used to sleep in but half a meter wider.

"Sit, please."

Harry and Draco sat at the two black chairs in front of a large square white table and the middle-aged man sat at the end with a few documents stacked neatly to the side of him. "Let us begin," he says quickly. "First of all, my name is George Mires. Now, tell me about Lucius Malfoy and his commuting with the Dark Lord."

Harry started for Draco. "Well, as far as I know, Mr Malfoy was first seen with Voldemort at the third task of the Tri-Wizard tournament a year ago," he says casually, his eyes glancing beside him at Draco who is looking distressed down at the table. He reached his hand beside him to Draco and placed it over Draco's warm one. Draco hesitantly looked up at him with a slow smile and turned his hand around just so he can lace his fingers with Harry's. "Lucius only obeyed what Voldemort said and told him to do," Harry continued with a soft smile at Draco's and then he looked back at the man. "He wasn't in on any killings, except Peter Pettigrew's one."

"I see," Mires wrote that down. As he continued writing, he asked, "And did Lucius Malfoy at all ever use the Imperius or Cruciatus curse on anybody?"

Harry shook his head, Mires looked up at him sceptically. "He hasn't used those curses on me or anybody else as I'm aware," he tells him flatly, his mood lowering at the thought of Mr Malfoy ever doing something like that to him. "And I know when you caught Mr Malfoy in the Department of Mysteries, he had been trying to steal a prophecy. But that failed. That's the only mission I know he did."

"But Lucius Malfoy sided with us for his own reason," Harry mutters to the man, and the squeeze of Draco's hand keeps him calm from feeling trapped in this tiny room. "People might not see it, But Lucius Malfoy does have a heart." Draco smiled lovingly at Harry and just wants to kiss him. He just felt as if he would get snapped at by this man if he did so. "I know people would rather die than have to side with Voldemort, but Mr Malfoy chose bravery but also selfishness just because he loves his family. If he would have said no to following Voldemort, I am sure he and his family would have been dead by now." He frowned and tried not to think about that sudden thought.

"He sided with Voldemort at first because he loves his family and will do anything to keep them safe," Harry states, his gaze back at Draco, and Draco raised their twined hands to his mouth and kissed Harry's knuckles. Harry could feel his cheeks colouring. "It might be selfish but also a bit brave, but that's because he loves his wife and son," he says softly, suddenly looking back at Mires. "Sir, would you rather die with your family at your side or would you side with Voldemort?" Mires crossed his arms over the table and raised an eyebrow. "I know that sounds terrible to say but just think of this. If you were in Mr Malfoy's shoes what would you have done?"

Mires shrugged. "People would have chosen death rather than to side with that... dark wizard," he says immediately as if it's startlingly obvious. "I would have died for my family just to save them from Voldemort's wrath."

Harry sighed at the obvious reply. He knows he'd rather die than let Draco get killed or tortured by Voldemort. But he's just making someone's point here. "Right..." he mutters, "but back to the war. Lucius, as well as Narcissa Malfoy, fought against Voldemort's followers when half of his Death Eaters were dead. Believe it or not but Lucius actually helped us defeat Voldemort with an ancient spell. The Love Bond."

Draco placed a hand on Harry's shoulder, telling him that he needs to tell this part. When Harry nodded and gave his cheek a kiss, he started with a smile, completely ignoring the sneer from Mires. "My father, last Summer Holidays, gave me a book with ancient Pure-blood spells, and he told me to read a chapter in the bookmarked as the Love Bond," he says, looking down at the table and ran his hand through his hair. He felt odd talking about his father with this jury. "He said that the spell will help me and Harry when Voldemort wants to battle us. But there were risks involved-" Mires raised an eyebrow and leaned a little closer. Draco swallowed heavily. "If we weren't true lovers, then the bond would kill both me and Harry. But well, we do love each other. My father, no matter how arrogant and cold-hearted he is, could see that we love each other so much."

Mires yawned, feeling this was getting nowhere and this kid was just talking about his love life. But he wrote this down anyway.

"My father placed a force-field around me and Harry that gave me enough time to chant the spells from the book," Draco tells the man. "It meant that my father did fight for our side. He helped us. And after creating the force-field, he fought with my mother in defeating the other Death Eaters, but he only killed Peter when he was getting away." He stood up from his seat and placed his hands on the table while staring at the older man with a smirk. "So, whatever you are, honour, jury, prosecutor. That's all we need to say to show that my father, Lucius Malfoy, shouldn't have lifetime imprisonment in Azkaban. Instead, I say he should at least get five months and after those five months, house arrest like my mother."

"Alright," said Mires casually, continuously writing something down on his document as Harry and Draco could see. He then looks up at Harry. "Did Lucius Malfoy at any time try to harm you, Mr Potter?" he asks Harry carefully.

Harry shook his head. Not once has Mr Malfoy tried to injure him in the same room alone. Not even when Draco wasn't with him. "No," he states quickly. "He's treated me only as a son since I started dating his son," he mutters.

"I see," Mires wrote that down and sighed. He looked at them both. "So, your testimony for Mr Lucius Malfoy is not guilty?"

"Yes," said Harry and Draco at the same time. They smiled at each other.

"He may be a Death Eater, but if I knew he had killed someone he would feel pretty guilty for it," Draco said to the table below him. "He's the only father I have," he added slowly, the corners of his mouth bending down into a frown. "Even if he raised me to be a rich snob-" Harry snorted at the memory of eleven-year-old Draco, and Draco rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. "-I still love him. And my best friends, they've lost their families."

"I guess this is over," said Mires abruptly and cast a quick "Tempus". "I require both of you, and your mother, Draco, to be at Courtroom five in a day at 10:00 am for your fathers' trial.

Harry and Draco Floo'd back to the Burrow after that meeting with Mires and collapsed on the couch together. They would think it would have been longer, but they said everything that was needed to be said.

Harry rolled on top of Draco, hoping he wasn't crushing him and kissed him with a smile. He felt exhausted but had the energy to give a little love to his boyfriend.

And Draco smiled in the kiss, rubbing his hands up and down Harry's sides just for a bit of friction. And Harry shuddered with pleasure from Draco's touch. But then he leaned away and lay next to Draco, pressing his cheek to his Slytherin boyfriend one and feeling its warmth. Eventually, as Draco's hand caressed Harry's hair and the Slytherin kissed his cheek, he started falling asleep peacefully.

*****

The Trial: Courtroom 5

Draco began to feel nauseous, just picturing his father put in a little cage with only elbow space around him. The next thing he was doing was walking into Courtroom 5 of the Ministry with Harry and his mother by his side for the trial. They sat down, facing the juries and when Draco saw his father his mouth dried up.

His father was seated in the defendant's chair. He was thin, but luckily enough wasn't gaunt. His features had always been sharp but today his cheekbones stuck out sharply in relief to his face. He wore stark black robes and the colour drained what little colour may have been in his complexion away.

Draco felt the nudge from Harry and looked around, the members of the Wizengamot were filing in and everyone else in the gallery was standing. He stood up, intertwining hands with Harry just to feel a little better.

Narcissa Malfoy had been tried on treason charges and accessory to murder. She had been found guilty of the treason charge for hosting, however unwillingly, Voldemort in her house. He and her lawyer had successfully argued at her sentencing hearing that she be given a minimal sentence. Her sentence was handed down as a year of house arrest. The Ministry had intended for her to serve the time at Malfoy Manor, and she agreed since it is her home."

At last, the Wizengamot members had all taken their seats. Kingsley Shacklebolt, the newly sworn-in Minister of Magic, entered the courtroom and sat down. Draco never got to know this man that well, even if he somehow knew Harry. All he knows from this man is that he and his partner was about to take his father away back after the war. Luckily, that never happened all thanks to his Harry, but worst of all, Fred's death.

Attorney Samuel Goldstein stood and walked up to the judge, where the curious crowd behind him could also listen in. "My defendant has been an active Death Eater for the past years and has sided with Lord Voldemort." He paused to look at the man then continued even louder. "Although, even as he killed off Peter Pettigrew, he is innocent in the fields of other killings. He hasn't killed anybody else except that one death Eater who could have made the war graver." The crowd behind him gasped. "Until proven guilty."

The bailiff banged the gavel on his heavy oak desk. "If it will please the court, we call to order the Wizengamot for the trial of Lucius Malfoy."

Kingsley looked up from the papers that were neatly arranged on the table in front of him. "Is the prosecution prepared to proceed?"

The lead prosecutor, the Honourable Ecclesiastes Smith, a short rotund wizard, stood up hastily, "Yes, your honour."

"And the defence?"

The lawyer sitting next to Lucius Malfoy stood up, "Samuel Goldstein, for the defence, sir. The defence would like it formally noted that we protest the undue haste that this case was rushed to trial."

"So, noted." Shacklebolt's dry response acknowledged the lawyer. "Are you prepared?"

"As well as we can be."

"Very good." Kingsley again looked down at his notes, "Because the rest of the death eaters are either dead or back in Azkaban, the defendant, as he fought against Voldemort on the final battle, has a say in this trial. Because of this, the court regulations have been relaxed to allow more latitude in cross-examination and statements."

The prosecutor rose, "May it be noted that the speed of the trial was deemed necessary because of the frail health of some of the witnesses and the imminent departure for other key witnesses who will be leaving to attend Hogwarts."

Lucius Malfoy's lawyer stood up, "Nearly all these witnesses had agreed to return to the Wizengamot if the trial was pushed back to a more suitable date."

Smith gave a derisive laugh, "Nearly all, not all of them."

Harry watched Mr Malfoy during this exchange, he seemed to be staring almost disinterestedly at a spot on the floor in front of him. The wizard's characteristic long blond hair had fallen forward and covered his face.

At last, the prosecutor wrapped up his speech, "We will not be safe until the last of the Death Eaters are serving a lifetime sentence in Azkaban."

Goldstein stood up and came around the table. "Lucius Malfoy is a marked Death Eater. He does not deny this, the evidence can be seen on his arm. It is my desire, to prove to the Wizengamot that simply wearing this dreaded mark does not and should not indicate his compliance, his guilt as we have gained insider information about him."

"Are you prepared to call your first witness?" Shacklebolt turned to the prosecutor.

"If it pleases the court, I call Lucius Malfoy to the stand." There was an immediate murmuring in the gallery as Mr Malfoy stood up and moved to the witness stand.

The prosecutor stood up and walked over to Mr Malfoy after he had been sworn in, "Please state your name, residence and age."

Mr Malfoy turned to the prosecutor and gave him a cold sneer. "Lucius Malfoy. 39. Cell Block 13."

Smith with a practised look of exasperation said, "The residence that you lived at prior to being arrested."

"Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire," Mr Malfoy said lamely. "Take your pick." He gave a shrug.

Your honour, we are off to a difficult start. I would like to request that I be able to question the defendant with the use of Veritaserum."

Harry felt Draco stiffen next to him. He knew that he had been upset about the liberal use of Veritaserum during the trials, especially on his own father.

Harry watched Kingsley closely. He was a good man, but the strains of the Ministry were already weighing heavily on him. The minister leaned over and consulted two of the Ministry lawyers that were sitting on the bench next to him.

"We will allow the administration of Veritaserum, but strongly caution the prosecution to restrict its questions to those relevant to the case. This is not permission for a fishing expedition, sir. If I perceive that you are casting without purpose, I will call a mistrial and we will start this all again at a later date."

Harry could see that the prosecutor had to restrain himself from showing his delight at the outcome of his request. "It just isn't right," Draco muttered, "taking away their free will."

Turning his head, Harry watched as the bailiff approached Mr Malfoy with the now-familiar slender vial. For the first time, he saw fear in Mr Malfoy's eyes. The blond retreated from the outstretched hand that held the eyedropper.

"Do we need someone to hold his head?" the prosecutor asked helpfully.

Goldstein came over and murmured into Mr Malfoy's ear. Harry watches as Mr Malfoy finally nodded his head. When Goldstein stepped away though, Mr Malfoy obediently opened his mouth when requested and the bailiff administered the drops of serum. The bailiff nodded to the prosecutor and resumed his seat.

Shacklebolt looked between the two lawyers, "We will proceed, each of you will have one hour to question the defendant whilst he is under the influence of the Veritaserum, beginning with the prosecution."

"Let us start again. Please state your name, age and residence."

"Lucius Malfoy, 39, permanent residence, Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire."

"Do you bear the tattoo that is commonly known as the Dark Mark?"

"Yes."

"Did you take this mark willingly?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

There was a pause, Harry could see Mr Malfoy struggling with the answer, but the serum won out, "To prove my father, who is deceased, that I am worthy of his love and the family's name."

There were a few gasps heard around the room. The Wizengamot looked at Mr Malfoy either in sadness or disbelief. But by the dark flush on the man's face, Harry could tell this was something Mr Malfoy dreaded to admit. He felt sorry for the man. He didn't know this about him.

"And why wouldn't you be worthy of his love, Lucius Malfoy? Did your father hate you or something?"

Mr Malfoy sniffed and frowned. He was trying to keep his emotions in.

"Objection! Too far into the defendant's past, this information isn't required! And two questions are being asked here, Ministry Veritaserum regulations clearly state that only one question can be asked at a time."

"Sustained. Please phrase your questions more carefully and don't ask triggering information of the defendant, sir." Kingsley stared over at Smith.

Smith nodded. "Forgive me, Lucius. Did you succeed in helping your son, Draco Lucius Malfoy, in defeating the Dark Lord with Harry Potter?"

"Yes."

"And did you use an ancient Pure-blood spell known as the True Love's Bond?"

"Yes." Mr Malfoy stared up at his son, not knowing if he should be angry at his son for giving the Ministry Pure-blood information or thankful.

"You were aware of the loss of your son and Harry Potter if the spell didn't go as planned?"

"Yes, I knew of the loss."

"Were you the one who put up the force-field for your son to complete the Bond?"

"Yes."

"Moving onto after putting up the force-field, were you and your wife, Narcissa Malfoy, the killers of Peter Pettigrew?"

"Yes."

"Why did you kill Peter Pettigrew, one of Voldemort's Death Eaters?"

"Because I found out what he did," Mr Malfoy drawled. "I know it must've been hurtful to lose a family member, and I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose my son, Draco. During one of Voldemort's meetings, Voldemort commanded Peter Pettigrew to watch the Burrow throughout the Holidays when he released us. When Peter came back with the knowledge of Harry Potter being at the Burrow, Voldemort gathered everyone he could and started the war. But he never came until Crabbe summoned him using the Dark Mark as he was off on his own mission with a few other Death Eaters. None of us knows where he went with those Death Eaters or what his mission was."

"And at the time you apparated to the Burrow, did you intend to hurt anyone at all?"

"No."

The prosecutor turned to Shacklebolt, "Clearly the prisoner-"

"Defendant," Goldstein shouted without bothering to look up from his note-taking.

"Clearly the defendant has not been given enough Veritaserum. I request more be administered."

"Objection! The serum was dosed properly. You witnessed its administration and have been questioning him for over twenty minutes. Why do you think that he is not being truthful?"

"Because he is clearly lying!"

The defence lawyer stood up and came around his table. "If it may please the court, may I be permitted to briefly question my client, to provide proof that the Veritaserum is working properly?"

Kingsley waved his hand in agreement, silencing the prosecutor with a glare.

"Let me repeat this, did you intend to hurt anybody at the Burrow?"

"No," Mr Malfoy repeated.

"Why didn't you, Lucius Malfoy?"

"Because I don't want to hurt my son or Harry Potter in any way possible. Or his friends and family."

"But since Harry Potter was on the other side of the war, do you intend to hurt him?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I've grown fond of him," Mr Malfoy said in a quiet voice; barely anyone could hear him. The crowd leaned in, scooting to the edge of their seats.

"Speak up!"

"It's because I've grown fond of Harry Potter. He's my son's boyfriend, and that's not only why I've grown to like him. I've come to see who my son's boyfriend is under that scar and legacy." Mr Malfoy smiled up at Harry, and Harry smiled back while laying his head on Draco's shoulder.

"Lucius Malfoy, have you ever used any of the Unforgivable curses on anybody else apart from Peter Pettigrew?"

Harry and Draco could see Mr Malfoy trying to fight against the Veritaserum, but it had won yet again, "Yes."

"On whom?"

"Broderick Bode and Sturgis Podmore," said Lucius. More gasps were heard around the room.

Smith continued, "And which unforgivable did you use on them?"

"The Imperius curse."

Smith looked at Kingsley. "Your honour, I say we vote guilty now as we've proven my defendant has used Unforgivables on others."

"Objection! We continue with the interrogation."

Smith sighed. "Why did you plan to use the Imperius curse on Mr Bode and Mr Podomore?"

"To force them to steal a Prophecy from the Department of Mysteries-" The bell chimed and Mr Malfoy sank back in his chair in relief.

Kingsley stood up. "As governed by the defendant's right after the use of Veritaserum this concludes the defendant's testimony for today. In order to expedite this trial, we will proceed with the prosecution's next witness after a one-hour recess for lunch."

*****

"The prosecution calls Harry Potter to the stand."

Harry stood up, but Draco grabbed him by the hand, stood up too and kissed him quickly. Chuckles and soft laughter was heard around the room at the two young men. Harry leans away from the kiss, cups Draco's face and whispered an "I love you" to him before he walked to the witness stand. He settled into it easily. It was only a few years ago he had had to sit in the very same chair during his Under-aged Magic trial. The fears from that day stuck with him even after all this time, after all, he had been through.

"Please state your name, age and residence."

"Harry Potter, 16, um... Severus Snape's Residence, The Burrow or Malfoy Manor. I don't know which one."

Smith smiled at him, "That's alright. Now, when you first met Lucius Malfoy did you ever know he had alliances with the Dark Lord and his followers?"

Harry shook his head. "No," he says quickly. "Mr Malfoy, even if he did seem like the type... I didn't think he was associated with Voldemort until he mentioned Voldemort being the one to give me my scar."

"Tell me, what was it like facing Voldemort on the field? What was it like in the near-death experience when he threw the Killing Curse at you?"

"Um," said Harry, who was unsure if this dude could ask such a question, but everyone in the room was silent as if waiting for him to continue. He sighed and just told them. "Well, it was scary because I could have died so many times in my past, and yet here I am still alive. And every time Voldemort cast the Killing Curse at me I just pretend he's saying Abracadabra."

There was an immediate increase in the chatter in the gallery. "For the benefit of those who are not familiar with this hex that you mentioned, can you explain what it is?"

Harry could have almost laughed. Abracadabra? He got that from some child's show Dudley use to watch when he was younger. "The hex Abracadabra lifts you five feet in the air and makes you spin around like a cartwheel at a rapid speed," he tells them simply.

Up in the stands, Draco snorted quietly with his hand over his mouth. Narcissa just smiles and ruffles her son's hair. Though she was disappointed in Harry for lying to the Ministry.

"Never heard of that spell," said Smith. He looked to the juries and judge, who all shook their heads. He sighed. "So, it is true that Lucius Malfoy had helped you and Draco Malfoy in defeating Voldemort?"

"Yes, he was there somewhere but I just couldn't see him. He was hiding someplace with Narcissa Malfoy at the time, but I think I saw Narcissa creep up to Death Eaters behind their backs and hex them."

"Harry, you refrain from calling Narcissa by her marriage name, but you call her husband Mr Malfoy? Why don't you just use his first name?"

"Because he scares me," Harry said truthfully with a little flush to his cheeks.

"Oh?" Smith raised an eyebrow curiously. "Really? How so?"

Harry rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. "Because he is Draco's father and I want to impress him," he says slowly. A lot of sighs of Awe was heard through the room and a few giggles. Harry looked over at Draco and blushed when he sees Draco winking at him with those gorgeous eyes. "You know what it's like for all the men out there who meet their boyfriend's or girlfriend's family for the first time. We have to be on our best behaviour and not look bad in front of them."

Smith chuckled and smiled merrily at Harry. "So, explain to us about what happened with Peter Pettigrew."

"Um, well... Draco, me, and some of the Weasley children..." Harry swallowed down that hurtful lump in his throat that resurfaced after a week. "-were all playing Quidditch in the front yard and chasing each other for the snitch, when we heard the sound of the wards being altered with. We didn't know what it was, but earlier during the week, we heard the same thing. And then I saw something red pass my face and it was so close I could have actually gotten hit but..." He sniffed. "It...um, it hit Fred Weasley in the chest, right at the heart causing him... a slow but peaceful death." Draco frowned from the memories and he wanted to be down with Harry to be by his side. "When Fred wasn't moving, George ordered either Ron or Ginny to go look for their mother. And when they came back, Peter had transformed back into himself, but we were saved as Dumbledore came out of the house as well as Mrs Weasley. The wards then broke, and all the Death Eaters came through. When they saw me, Crabbe summoned Voldemort and the war began."

"Okay," said Smith, a little shocked to hear about one of the Weasley sibling's death. He didn't know about it and none of the Ministry workers knew of it too. "And what's your relationship with Lucius Malfoy?"

Harry smiled up at Mr Malfoy, and Lucius slowly smiled back. "Mr Malfoy's a nice caring father, to Draco and even me," he says lightly. He was remembering every time he got to know Lucius under that mask of his. "He's a great company to have around and I enjoyed spending my time with him. I enjoy spending time with Draco's parents to get to know them a little better. They're kind of like family to me, as well as the Weasley's... Sorry, I'm going off-topic."

Smith smiled and shook his head. "No, it's fine." He turned to Kingsley. "I have no further questions, your honour."

"Smith," Kingsley said, "Do you have any more questions for your witness or defendant?"

Smith went to the stand, however, even though he believed Lucius was guilty and wanted to attack him with so many questions, he called another witness to the stand instead. "I call Draco Malfoy to the stand."

They turned around to face Draco as he stood and went to the front of the court. No one was expecting him to make a statement. He stood with Harry and intertwined hands with him.

"Ah, young Draco," said Smith slowly, giving him an ambitious look. "Tell us, has your father ever tried to force you to do anything Voldemort tasked him with?"

Draco shook his head. "No."

"Has your father ever said anything about branding you with the Dark Mark?"

"No."

"Do you believe he would?"

Draco gave them silence. "No," he finally blurted out. "I believe he would never do something that stupid."

"I see. Were you aware of the consequences to the True Love Bond?"

"Yes."

"And you decided to use that bond to defeat Voldemort even if you and Harry both could have died?"

"Yes, but I knew we wouldn't have died because..." Draco looked at Harry adoringly. "I love him."

Harry smiled lovingly at him and reached out to tuck a strand of Draco's hair behind his ear. "I love you too," he whispered back.

Smith smiled at them. "Alright, even though that's cute can you stop that?" he asked as some of the Wizengamot started chuckling at them. Draco nodded his face a red colour. "Draco, has your father ever used any of the Unforgivables on you?"

"No." Draco didn't understand why his own father would do something so mean to him.

"What do you have to say about your fathers' trial?"

"I believe, even if my father is branded with the Dark Mark, that is he not guilty," Draco states firmly. He looked up at his father who was strictly shaking his head at him like he lost all hope, which Draco grew worried about. But he only smiled at his father. "He never killed anyone innocent and whoever thinks peter Pettigrew is innocent...you're just stupid."

"Secondly, he never tortured anybody," Draco adds flatly, sneering as he remembers his younger years and seeing his father kick and hurt Dobby. It was always so terrifying to see. "The only being he did hurt was a house-elf named Dobby who died because of Bellatrix Lestrange weeks ago." He grimaced at the mention of his deceased Aunt. He heard from his mother that Bellatrix was pregnant. He thanks Molly Weasley for killing his Aunt so her offspring doesn't actually get born into this world. Though he does admit, having a cousin would be nice.

"Thirdly, I believe my father only followed Voldemort just so he can protect me and my mother," Draco says, though he knew his father just wanted power and fame which he was pissed at him for. "And Harry too," he adds quickly, looking beside him at Harry who smiled at him. "Not many people have the bravery and courage to stand up to Voldemort and say 'No, I don't want to join you!'" He looks back at Smith. "And everyone knows if they do stand up to him, they'll more than likely get immediately killed. Not everyone is brave like a Gryffindor, just like Peter Pettigrew. Not everyone is loyal like a Hufflepuff, or smart like a Ravenclaw. The bloody fucker," he mutters darkly. Harry snorted. He agreed 100% with him. "We're all different people. And I've come to realise it's what we chose to act on that makes us who we are. That's all I have to say."

"Interesting words of choice, Mr Draco Malfoy," Kingsley says airily. Draco smiled shyly at him. "Smith, have all your questions been answered?"

"Yes, your honour." Smith went to the front of the court to make his closing statement, "As you can see, fellow wizards and witches, Lucius Malfoy is a Marked Death Eater and has killed one individual. But because that individual was against our side, we'll leave that be as just dumb luck. Your honour, shall we all vote to pledge?"

Kingsley nodded. All the Wizengamot and prosecutor left the room. Draco and Harry stood by each other's sides, clearly nervous about this situation and what could happen. They stole glances up at Mr Malfoy, who refused to look at anybody at all.

Once the jury came back and Wizengamot came back only ten minutes short, the vote was unanimous.

Kingsley spoke once the crowd silenced. "Members of the Wizengamot, have you reached a verdict?"

One of the Wizengamot, a tall man with an almost French beard stood up and said, "yes, your honour, we have."

Kingsley then asked, "Members of the Wizengamot, on the case of Lucius Malfoy, what do you say?"

The same Wizengamot cleared his throat before pronouncing, "Your honour, the members of the Wizengamot find the defendant NOT GUILTY for any mundane and innocent killings of tortures. However, Lucius Malfoy, with the brand of the Death Eater on his arm, is GUILTY of following Voldemort. It states under the law degree of marked tattoos that individuals found with the Dark Mark have a 15-year sentence to Azkaban. But as Lucius Malfoy never killed anybody, that sentence shall be minimised."

Draco sighs in relief and Harry wraps his arms around him tightly.

"It is time," Kingsley said this statement with finality. "I will now pass sentence of the verdict. I agree with the Wizengamot on the verdict of guilt, and hereby sentence Lucius Malfoy to seven years in Azkaban. His parole will be seven months."

Draco's tears began to form, and Harry held him in his arms as they watched Lucius being taken away. He was relieved his father only had seven and a half years in Azkaban instead of a lifetime or even fifteen years. He wants to see his father proud of him when he gets out of Hogwarts. Hopefully, he and Harry can somehow convince them to let his father out on important dates. Like birthdays and graduations.

"WAIT!" Draco shouted. Everyone turned to look at him.

"Go on," said Kingsley simply with a smile.

"I know this may be a lot to ask, but can I at least have my father back when I graduate Hogwarts?" asked Draco quickly, fiddling with the buttons on his coat. "And if there are any celebrational activities going on, can I have him back then? I don't care if you have him on house arrest that entire day, as long as my father is there for me at my Graduation, wedding, and so on."

That just made Kingsley's smile widen a little more. "I'll see what I can do, Draco Malfoy," he says casually, stacks of documents stacking themselves neatly in a pile in the air beside him. "I can't promise you you'll get your father during most of these celebrations, but I'll try to do something."

Draco gave him a little bow, even if he knew he's not permitted to do something like that. "Thank, you."

"Of course." When Kingsley left his bench, and the trial was over, Harry and Draco both went over to a sobbing Narcissa Malfoy.

"Let's go, mother," Draco finally says and helps his mother up from the seat she sat on. "We have to head home now for dinner. I think it's time I go back to the Manor."

Narcissa eventually smiled at that good news. "Oh, Thank M-Merlin!" she says with relief and hugs her son dearly. "I thought I would have lost you to the Weasley's."

Draco smiles in the hug with his mother and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You'll always come first, mother," he reminds her gently and leans away from her embrace. When Narcissa dabs the tears away with her white flannel handkerchief, Draco looks at Harry and cupped his chin. "Are you coming with us?"

Harry leaned forward and kissed him; his hand placed on the back of Draco's neck. Draco tilts his head slightly, deepening the kiss with a little moan until Harry leans away. "I think I'll head home to my father now," he mumbles when staring at Draco's pinked lips that he kissed. Then he looked up into silver orbs. "I have a lot of capturing up to do with him and Remus. I want them both to tell me stories about their past and everything about my mother and father that they haven't told me yet."

Draco nodded. He too wanted to hear these stories about Harry's parents when they were younger. He then sighed quietly at the thought of not being to wake up in the same room with Harry again, or even the same bed.

Narcissa linked arms with both boys and held on tightly to them so she could apparate to the Burrow. She doesn't know how she'll live with Lucius being away for seven years and having the manor all to herself. But perhaps her sister, Andromeda, can help speed up time? Only if she knows where she is. She smiled when watching her son and Harry walk into the Burrow and disappear beyond its walls.

When they arrived in Ron's room, Harry frowned when seeing the portraits of his mother and father dancing together as well as the one of him and Draco. He packed the one of his mothers in his trunk but gave the other to Draco. "I think you should keep this."

"How about we have turns keeping it?" Draco then asked, just to make things a little easier for them until they see each other next.

Harry groaned and slumped down onto his bed. He wanted to spend the rest of the holidays with his father, but then again, he wants to spend it with Draco. Though he knows it's fair to spend the last week with Severus and Remus since he's been with Draco every day. "It would be easier if we shared the same room," he muttered to the doona underneath his mouth. He finally got up to continue packing his things away.

"Yeah," Draco agreed and neatly folded his clothes into his trunk while Harry just dumped his clothes into his own trunk. Draco chuckled at Harry and his tardiness. "Honestly, I'm kind of glad you're staying with Sev for the rest of the Holidays," he added quietly. Harry frowned at him, feeling a little hurt. "Don't get me wrong, I love having you around, sleeping with you and everything else. But Sev's going to teach you proper etiquette sometime." Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, I am going to enjoy watching you try to pick a soup spoon out of a dessert spoon and a first-course fork, main coarse fork, and a dessert fork."

"Wait... there are different types of spoons?" Harry asked slowly in disbelief. A spoon is a spoon and a fork is a fork. It's all he knows.

Draco smiled at him adoringly and nodded. "Yes, as are the same with knives and forks," he mumbles to him. He watched in amusement as Harry carved a hand through his hair, holding it back and released it. He went to him and placed his arms on Harry's waist while leaning in to say, "You're so adorable, Harry."

And then Draco kissed him, his pulse racing and he was hyper-aware of his body and how weak his legs felt when kissing Harry lovingly, but he had to make it short as his mother is waiting for him. Narcissa was at the doorway, leaning on it, and watching her son and Harry snog in front of her. She loves her life, but the only thing she hates about it is how her husband's in prison. "Let's go, my little Dragon," she interrupts kindly though she didn't want to disturb the two. "It's time we get you back to the manor so you can unpack everything."

Draco sighed in the kiss with Harry and when he eventually leaned away, he rubbed his thumb across both of Harry's cheeks in a loving way. "I love you, Harry," he says in a low voice, his head tilting just so he can view his boyfriend from a different angle. "I will hopefully see you soon."

"I love you too, Draco," Harry says quietly, his cheeks tingling from the soft touch of Draco's thumbs. "And you will definitely be seeing me through the rest of the holidays."

"Excellent!" Draco leaned in and kissed him again, and then leaned away and joined his mother's side. With a flick of her wand, Narcissa made her son's trunk levitate up in the air.

Harry sighed deeply. He walked into Narcissa's arms for a hug. He hasn't got one from her in a while. Narcissa smiled sweetly at his hair which was the only thing she could see and hugged him back.

"You can come visit us at any time as long as Severus knows where you're going, Harry," Narcissa tells Harry's messy black hair underneath her chin. "But late-night visits just to shag my son are banned unless accepted by Severus or me." Draco snorted, liking that thought entirely. "Got that young man?!"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said quickly, hoping he doesn't sound too anxious. Usually, sex would come easily for him. Now it seems he has to ask the adults first. How humiliating... "No coming over at night just to...err...do that with your son."

"Good," Narcissa said, and she leans away from the hug with Harry. She crosses her arms and gives Harry a gawky smile. "No shagging on my couches, on furniture, or anywhere I don't want to see you both nude."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry repeats, and Draco was finding it hard to keep his laughter in. This was just so hilarious!

"Now it's time for our departure," Narcissa then said, and she led her son out of the bedroom and down the stairs, Harry following them from behind.

"Harry! Draco!" Startled, both boys when hearing their names called looked at the bloke running up to them. It was Ron.

"Ron, what is it?" asked Draco, his gaze at the redheaded Gryffindor stiff and he raised a brow. "I'm kind of leaving..."

"Oh," said Ron, sounding a little disappointed that there will be one less person in the Burrow. He looked at Harry who stood beside Draco. "And are you leaving too, Harry?"

Harry nodded apologetically at him. "Tell your mother about our departure so she doesn't worry about us," he says, smiling brightly as he knows how Mrs Weasley is like. "And tell her that we thank her so much for having us over."

Ron nodded. "Never mind why you're leaving," he said quickly, waving a hand airily. "Hermione finally agreed to... you know, the graduation thing with the seventh years!" He paused to take a breath. "But you both just need to sign it underneath our names."

Narcissa raised an eyebrow at the letter.

Harry snatched the letter from Ron, who spat, "Oi, don't rip it!" But Harry ignored him and signed his name under Ron's. He passed it to Draco, who just stared at it at first, read it and made sure its no trick document and then signed it underneath Harry's name.

Draco placed the letter back onto the table and turned to his mother. "I'm ready to go, mother." Narcissa nods and held out a hand for her son to side along apparition.

Draco was about to grab her hand, but Harry spun him around to face himself and leaned closer. Harry just wanted one more kiss. He kissed him gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness he wanted, not now, not after all this time, and he knotted his fists in the blonde Slytherin's shirt, pulling him harder against him. Draco groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled Harry's, gathering him against him.

Narcissa chuckled amusedly at her son and Harry clearly enjoying themselves and decided to just wait outside for her Dragon when they finish snogging, her son's floating trunk following her out.

And Draco leaned away, his smile, to Harry, brightening up the entire room. "I guess I should go," he finally says, his hands moving down Harry's arms to his hands which he laces together. "See you, my beautiful Gryffindor."

Harry blushed; these compliments always get him. "Yeah..." he says, wondering when he'll see Draco next. "See you soon, my gorgeous Slytherin." They smiled at each other one last time, then Draco turned around and exited the Burrow.

Harry sighed when hearing an apparition crack, it was time for him to finish packing. He was excited to see his father again, knowing it has been a while. He packed everything as neat as he could into his trunk, and when finished he locked it up. But Draco had left the portrait behind. Harry puffed his cheeks out and opened his trunk back up to store the portrait inside.

Heading downstairs with his trunk in both hands, he reached the Floo in a matter of seconds, took one last look around the Burrow's lounge room with both sadness and awe and entered the Floo.

Harry looked around the lounge room of his father's house. It was empty. He walked through the house, past the guest room he remembered residing in after the mistake he made and decided to head upstairs to see if anyone was home. At the top of the stairs, he went right and walked down the hallway, passing a painting of a beautiful landscape with an old large church ruin to the right, bright blue skies with fluffy thin clouds, and a castle in the landscape over a river. He came to an open door at the end of the hallway and decided to enter it. It was a bedroom that he walked into which was brightly lit by the sun shining through the window at the end of the room.

The bedroom was nice and cosy with shelves filled with books, a dark wardrobe with a dresser, a dark wooden desk, and a wooden bed with dark red pillows and a dark red quilt. The bedroom was much like his dormitory back at Hogwarts, just with a bigger bed. There even was a window on the roof showing a sunny day.

"Show yourself," rumbled a low monotoned voice from behind Harry.

Harry smiled but felt the tip of a wand press against his back. He slowly turned around, eyeing the wand in his father's hand.

"Harry!" Severus smiled happily and opened his arms up for a hug. Harry hugged him tightly; he could smell the herbs emitting from his father and wondered if Severus was down in his potion's lab brewing something. "You should have informed me beforehand of your arrival. You scared me to the moon. I thought someone was robbing me or an Ex Death Eater was on a killing spree."

"Sorry I scared you," Harry said in a low voice, his mouth a frown with regret. "Draco and I just thought we should head home since the war is long gone and Mr Malfoy's trial finished today. I wish Mr Malfoy were sentenced with lesser years."

"I know, Harry," Severus said softly, rubbing his son's back in the hug. He too wished for that. "It's just how it is, but I'm thankful you came home." He stepped away and looked around the room he and Remus created. "Do you like what I've done with the place?"

"Yeah," Harry mumbles and admired everything in the room. It was a nice little change in scenery beside the room downstairs, although that room was quite nice too. But there weren't many Gryffindor colours in it but that was okay. "I can already feel the cosiness."

"I'm so glad you think so," Severus said, giving Harry's shoulder a little squeeze. "Remus helped me with a few things, though."

"How is Remus doing?" Harry asked suddenly, smirking at the rosiness that appeared on his father's cheeks. He has so many people to catch up with.

"He's doing well," Severus admits with a relieved nod, glancing up at the ceiling where the enchanted sun window showed a bright sunny sky. It was a mood sensor actually so if Harry were happy it would be sunny and if he were gloomy and depressed it would be rainy. "The full moon's nearing so I'm a little busy with the Wolfsbane potion."

"Oh, I hope I wasn't distracting you from your work," Harry says abruptly, looking up at the sun window Severus was looking at. Harry would hate if he was a distraction from making important potions. He, as a kid, is a lot to handle.

"No, not at all," Severus tells him, shaking his head as he looks back at him. "I deserved a break anyway."

"You ought to have several breaks, and you've worked sufficiently to have a whole week off."

Harry looked up at Remus who was by the door and smiled at the other man. He collapsed down onto his new bed to test its strength and comfort. It was just right. He couldn't wait to get all nice and snuggled up under the sheets of his new bed. He finally has a home that welcomes him and doesn't give him painful memories. He rolled his eyes but smiled at Severus and Remus kissing in front of him. So, he threw a pillow at them, hitting them on their temples.

Severus glared down at the pillow, then back at his godson. "You are so going to get it, Harry," he says at once. "Don't make me ground you." He raised the pillow with a flick of his wand and sent it flying at his son.

Harry grinned at his dad and blocked the pillow with his fist by punching it back at them. "I like a challenge," he says smugly.

"Don't push your luck, Harry," warned Remus strictly, but Harry could see that he didn't mean it. This was Remus Lupin after all. He hardly gets mad.

Harry gave a sigh and lay down on his bed. He closed his eyes and pictured Draco, with his gorgeous whitish blonde hair blowing in the breeze, and his handsome smile and face, pretty silver eyes, tight round arse. Before he knew it, he was falling asleep thinking about Draco.

Severus smiled down at his son and pulled the blankets over his sleeping figure with magic. He looked back at Remus with that smile. "Let's go," he whispered and ushered him out of the room. "I have a few things I need to work on."

"Am I one of those things?" Remus smirked, "Because I'll be glad to-"

"Merlin's Beard..." Severus said breathlessly, shook his head and quickly walked out of the bedroom, taking Remus by the hand with him.

*****

Harry woke and realised he wasn't in his bed which frightened him. But the memories from earlier came back to him and he smiled. When getting out of bed, he hauled off his clothes and pulled on clean ones. Then he made his way to the kitchen, which he had a little problem finding as it has been so long since he's been to his father's house but managed to find his way there by the smell of pancakes.

"Afternoon, Harry," said Severus who flipped over a pancake in the pan on the stove.

Afternoon? How could the smell of pancakes mean it's the afternoon? Harry was so confused. "But pancakes usually mean morning," Harry mumbles sleepily, yawning and wondering if this is some kind of trick.

"It can be dinner as well," Severus stated simply, his eyebrow raised in the process of placing the first pancake on a plate. "The Americans have pancakes for dinner."

Harry didn't complain anymore. He sat down at the table and sighed.

Severus rolled his eyes but smiled, putting the pancake in front of his son and giving him a bottle of golden syrup. He knew what Harry wanted. "Yes, you can go visit Draco if that's what you're asking," he mutters to him.

Harry's smile widened when squirting some syrup on his pancake. "But until then, I want to spend some quality time with my father."

"We can make sure of that anytime you choose, but you have an owl from the Headmistress of Hogwarts regarding the essential items you need for your schooling this term." Severus handed his son a piece of parchment but then got back to work in finishing the pancakes.

"Already?" Harry asked loudly. He scanned the letter for what he needs. "Can you take me and Draco to Diagon Alley whenever we decide to go? Since Narcissa's in house arrest, she can't go anywhere, even with her son."

"Sure," said Severus casually, summoning his cup of coffee to him. He wouldn't mind taking his godson with him and Harry. He has done it before, just without Harry. "We can leave tomorrow morning if you would like? Bright and early when not so many people are around."

"Great!" Harry said with gratitude, his green eyes filled with an inner glow. "Now, what can a father and son do around here that's enjoyable?"

"I have exploding snap, wizard's chess o-"

Harry groaned and shook his head. He hoped he didn't sound too much like a whiny child, he doesn't want this father-son relationship to decline. "Anything but those games, please," he drawls. "I nearly died of boredom from playing those games over and over again at the Burrow."

Severus merely chuckled at him and cleaned up his kitchen after stacking eight pancakes on a plate. "How about some potion brewing?" he suggests. "You can help me with Remus' Wolfsbane if you'd like."

"You think I'd be able to help you?" Harry asked slowly both in curiosity and disbelief. "I'm not the best in potions and Draco would most likely do better than me with this Wolfsbane."

"Harry, I marked your potions examinations from your fifth year and I'm very impressed," Severus declared with a relaxed smile spread across his face. "You might not have achieved an O, but I believe you can improve. Your mother, after all, was a fantastic Potion brewer. Not so sure about your father, but I'm sure he was good with Potions."

"Severus..." Harry swallowed. He had to ask this. "What would you do or say if my father apologised for everything he did to you with Sirius?"

"Well, I'd laugh in your face and tell you how good of a joke that was," Severus tells him flatly at that thought. He doesn't believe that James Potter would apologise to him after all these years.

"And if it were true?" Harry asked quickly he wasn't at all surprised to hear Severus admit that. "If my father really would have apologised to you?"

"What's with all the questions, Harry?" Severus took a sip from his coffee.

"Please," Harry asked a little quietly. He just had to know what Severus would say. "What would you say?"

Severus sighed and bit down on his lip. He had a feeling this must be important to Harry. "I wouldn't fully accept his apology, really," he tells him honestly, hesitantly looking down into his coffee. "But after a while, if your father actually acts up to everything he did, then I would have. And even if I hate to admit it, I would have apologised to him too."

Harry nodded while grinning, and then sighed deeply as a question popped in his head. This was going to be hard to ask. "My mother and father... where are they buried?"

Severus frowned at him. The memories of James and Lily's funeral are fresh in his mind even from 15 years ago. "Are you sure, Harry?" Harry nodded again. "Alright... They're buried in the cemetery of your birthplace."

"Godric's Hollows," Harry said in a low and weak voice, suddenly looking down at his empty plate that had pancakes on it. "Who came to their funeral?" he then asks. "And, um... one day can you take me to the location where my mom and dad are buried?"

"Yes, Godric's Hollows," Severus said, distractedly dishing a plate of pancakes for himself. "I don't know how you found that out," he mutters to himself. "Countless of the Order members and best friend's of your mother's came to your parent's funeral, Harry."

"How I knew about Godric's Hollows? I have a picture of my birth home from the scrapbook Hagrid gave me after my first year at Hogwarts," Harry says happily at the memory of finding the picture with Draco at the Burrow. "And some pictures were of my mum and dad."

"How nice," Severus said, trying not to sound sarcastic. He doesn't mind Hagrid, but he can be a little bit too...cheerful. But if Remus likes him then he'll try to befriend him. "And if one day you want to visit their grave, then tell me," he says softly, "I can bring Draco along too for some extra support."

"Thanks, Dad," Harry said, his head tilted slightly to the side and he gave him an appreciative smile.

Severus nodded with his smile; glad he could help a little.

"By the way, where's Remus gone?" Harry asks after a quick glance around the kitchen where Remus just hasn't been spotted.

"You rang." Someone said in a low voice.

Harry turned around, looked at Remus who stood at the archway that led into a hallway and burst out laughing. "N-nice impression of Lurch, R-Remus," he says lightly when his laughter died down. "Very good."

Remus winked at him; glad he knows his muggle stuff. "They're creepy and they're kooky," he then sang.

"Mysterious and spooky," continued Harry with a grin. What worried him was how tired Remus looked, but then he knew just like every month the Full Moon was nearing.

"I am very confused," muttered Severus, staring at the two with narrowed eyes. He just doesn't know what's going on.

Remus smiled and went to him while singing, "They're all together ooky."

"The Addams Family," finished Harry easily. He snapped his fingers in the tune.

"I'm still confused," Severus drawled, raising an eyebrow at both of them. "What are you singing?"

"C'mon dad!" Harry said in disbelief. He just doesn't want to believe Severus hasn't seen the Addams Family. Everyone knows of the show. Well, every muggle and muggle-born. Probably even a few Half-bloods who grew up in both worlds. "You've got to know about the Addams family. You and Remus must have seen the muggle show."

Severus shook his head. "I've viewed a few muggle movies and TV shows when I was younger, but not the Addams family," he replies instantly.

"What do you think, Remus?" asked Harry, smirking at his father who raised a brow at him sceptically. He couldn't decide which Addams family character his father reminds him of. "Does Severus remind you more of Morticia or Gomez Addams?"

"I actually think he reminds me of Wednesday Addams," Remus tells Harry with a bark of laughter and Harry sniggered In agreement.

"Alright, you two." Severus sighed and pushed the plate of pancakes towards them. "That's enough cheek. Eat your pancakes!"

Remus smiled and gave Severus's cheek a kiss, and Severus blushed and placed his arms around him. Harry smiled at them and grabbed a second pancake.

*****

Harry met Draco in the rose maze at Malfoy Manor by six-thirty in the afternoon. He didn't know why he had to come so late, but whenever Draco wants him, he'll be there. From the start of the maze, he could see his blonde Slytherin boyfriend in the centre of the maze by the fountain looking up into the sky. He didn't want to waste time by directing himself to the centre by actually walking through the twists and turns. He just went over the small hedges to the middle, smiling at the roses on either side of him.

Finally, he made it to the centre of the maze, by cheating. He smiled at his boyfriend, handsome as always. "Hello, Draco."

Draco looked up at him and smiled. Harry just realised he was wearing... a silver crown? He's never once thought of seeing Draco in a crown but damn he looks like a prince. Draco is his prince anyway.

Draco reached for something on the other side of him, it was a brown guitar. He began strumming, and Harry recognised the tune immediately. Then the Slytherin began singing in that angelic voice Harry knows so well. "It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do," he walked slowly up closer to Harry. "Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you." He winked at him and Harry's face reddened. Harry looked to the ground, but his gaze was still on Draco. "Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice?"

Harry smiled at him and shifted his weight to the other leg, not knowing what this is about or why Draco was singing about marriage. How did Draco even know of the song?

"Who cares baby," Draco shrugs, "I think I wanna marry you?" He directs his nose towards Harry. "Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go. No one will know. Oh, c'mon boy."

Harry was at a loss for words. Did Draco really mean this? Is this just a trick of the light? Draco just can't know this song. He hasn't even heard the song be played on the twin's music player. Well, George's music player.

Draco smiled brightly at him and then glances down at the guitar strings. Quickly grabbing his wand from his pocket, he sent the guitar a few feet in the air but the strings were strumming themselves. He looks back at Harry, pockets his wand, and pulls him closer. "Who cares if we're trashed, got a pocket full of cash we can blow," He slides his hands down Harry's arms until he gets a hold of Harry's elbows. "Shots of Patron, and it's on boy."

"Don't say no, no, no, no, no," Draco pressed his forehead to Harry's and looked into those sparkling excited green eyes. "Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." Harry still doesn't know what this is about, but he adores it. "And we'll go, go, go, go, go." Draco gave him a quick kiss on the nose and leans away, Harry's face bright and rosy with a blush. "If you're ready like I'm ready." He grabs a hold of Harry's hands, brings them up in front of them and interlaces them with his. "'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do."

"Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you." Harry's eyes light up and Draco just wants to kiss him already because Harry looks gorgeous in the sunlight. "Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?" He spun Harry around, and Harry laughs softly. "Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you?"

Harry began to tear up with tears of joy. This just cannot be happening! It just...can't! What can he do, or say? But he wants Draco to finish. He doesn't want to disturb him.

"Oh," He places Harry's hand on his waist, and he brought Harry's other hand up to him. He looks at Harry's ring finger and smiles. "I'll go get a ring to let the choir bell sing like ooh." Draco looks at Harry's face again and leans forward, placing a kiss to Harry's cheek, which made Harry's face redden a little more than it has today. "So, what you wanna do?" He leans away again and leads Harry around the fountain, the floating guitar following from behind and still playing the chords of the song. "Let's just run boy." He stops at a white bench that Harry doesn't remember being there at all. Harry sits down on it, and Draco does too but turns his body around so he's facing him. He frowns and rubs at Harry's leg. "If we wake up and you want to break up that's cool."

Harry shook his head at him. He will never break up with this man, his one and only, his true love. Unless he catches him in the act of... cheating. But he doesn't believe that will happen ever. He doesn't even want to think about that.

Draco smiled at him lovingly. "No, I won't blame you. It was fun, boy." He snaps his fingers and the guitar floats back down to him. He grabs it and continued where the guitar left off in the chorus. "Don't say no, no, no, no, no." He looks at him happily. "Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. And we'll go, go, go, go, go." He gets up from on the bench but rests his knee on the seat. "If you're ready, like I'm ready. 'Cause, it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do."

He noticed tears of happiness welling up in Harry's eyes, and when they fell down Harry's face, he wiped the tears from Harry's cheeks. "Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you." He booped Harry on the nose. Harry smiled softly and brought his knee up to his chest. "Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice?" Draco just loses it when Harry's eyes sparkle. "Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you."

"Just say I do," Draco lets go of the guitar, and it floats up above him. He grasps Harry's hands and pulls him up to his feet. "Tell me right now baby. Tell me right now baby, baby. Just say I do." He grabs his guitar once again. "Tell me right now baby."

Draco stood in front of Harry, his own tears of joy in his eyes as he kept strumming the tune and singing. "It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do." Harry crosses his arms over his lower stomach, smiling at Draco through his teeth. "Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you. Is it the look in your eyes, or is it this dancing juice? Who cares, Harry?" He pauses for a heartbeat. "I think I wanna marry you."

Harry's eyes widen a little and Draco leaned his guitar against the fountain behind him and turned back around. He kneeled in front of his boyfriend, reached to the back of his pocket, and pulled something out. It was a small dark red velvet box. He held it up to Harry and opened the lid. Harry gasped at the silver Celtic ring and his mouth fell open in surprise. "Harry James Potter," Draco started happily, "You are the love of my life. My one and only. The light of my life. You are my whole world and I love you so much. More than anything else in the world. So, I just want to ask you this one question..." He paused and gave Harry his most charming smile. "Will you marry me?"

Harry just stared down at the ring in its box, and back up into Draco's silver eyes. He swallowed difficultly with a wide smile. "D-Draco, aren't we a little too-"

"Young?" Draco finished for him with a bright smile. Harry nodded slowly, the wedding band shining in the sunlight. "I don't care how young we are, Harry Potter. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Oh," said Harry thoughtfully, knowing that's a very long time. But what would Draco's parents say about this? Do they know? This is just...incredible! "Um... y-yes. Yes!" He held out his hand towards his boyfriend, and Draco grabbed his hand and brought it towards him. "I would love to marry you, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

Draco slid the ring onto Harry's ring finger. He then kissed Harry's knuckles while looking up at him. "I love you so much." But then a bright white light flashed from behind Draco, blinding Harry and he shaded his eyes from the light. He couldn't see Draco anymore but the ring was on his finger still. 

And then Harry woke and sat up, not knowing where he was. All he knows was that it was dark. What happened to Draco? Where was he? He pulled his long pyjama sleeve up past his hand and stared at his bare ring-less hand. He sighed, but he couldn't tell if he was relieved or not. What the hell was that? It was so romantic with the singing, but also a little... amazing. Marriage? He's never once thought of that. He rubbed at his forehead, asking himself why he was dreaming of that.

He sighed and lay back down on his bed, staring up at the darkened ceiling and the sunlight that showed a night sky filled with stars but strangely enough, he could see Venus easily from the sky. It was like he had teleported to a new planet where Venus is the moon or something like that. Strange... If he closed his eyes again, would he dream of the marriage celebration? He actually wouldn't mind. It's better than those damn nightmares he has had. He still has some nightmares but they're only flashes of bits and pieces.

He decided to close his eyes and clear his mind of all thoughts just so he can fall back asleep. He still wanted a decent amount of sleep. And after a few minutes, he was falling back into sleep.

*****

Harry sat on his father's armchair and waited until Draco arrived by Floo. Draco... the dream was fresh in his mind. He wasn't going to tell anybody about the dream, not ever. It's just going to be a thing for dream Draco. Not the real Draco. What would Draco say to him if he told him of the dream? He didn't want to know. He had to forget about the dream. It was only that, a dream.

Harry had his book black bag with him just so he can carry everything he buys for school today. Seconds went by, and then minutes. Harry was beginning to feel a little impatient. Did Draco even know he was going to Diagon Alley today? He was thinking, but what if Draco already went shopping? No. He'd tell me, right? He'd have to ask his father if he can leave for the manor then. "DAD!" He called out to his father from the lounge room. "I'm going to get Draco from the manor! Am I allowed to?!"

"There's no need." Severus walked into the lounge room, and accompanied with him was a smiling Draco Malfoy.

Harry smiled brightly at the sight of his boyfriend, as always, dressed in dark colours. His heart hammered in his chest as the dream flooded his memory. All he could see was Draco wearing that silver crown, kneeling down before him and asking him for his hand in marriage. He was about to get up from the couch, but Draco came over and sat on his lap with a grin.

"Harry," Draco said in a quiet voice, his silver eyes shimmering from the fireplace's warm glow and Harry was mesmerised by his boyfriend's beauty.

"Yeah?" Harry asked slowly, not noticing how dreamy he sounds.

Draco smiled, his finger gently ran down Harry's cheek, and Harry felt tingles all through his face. And then Draco kissed him, and Harry's heart pounded in his chest and he melted in the loving embrace from his boyfriend's soft, warm, delicious lips brushing against his. Those lips that asked him to marry him. Well, Dream Draco's lips.

Severus sighed. He had the whole day to go to Diagon Alley with these two lovebirds anyway. He didn't even care if Harry was on his armchair. His son and godson can mingle all they want, just not do anything to wild... And as he turned around to leave the room, he heard his son say, "Dad, wait!"

Harry rubbed Draco's arms, feeling the heat radiate off his Slytherin boyfriend and around him. "Let's go," he mumbles to Draco's silver eyes just as Severus turns around to look at them.

Draco nodded and got off Harry but pulled his boyfriend up off the couch. He gave Harry's cheek a long kiss, and Harry closed his eyes and smiled. "I love you, Harry," he says quietly into the Gryffindor's ear, his hands landing on Harry's waist.

"I love you too, Draco," Harry responds back softly and opens his eyes, heart still thumping wildly in his chest as those silver eyes stare back into his green ones.

"I love both of you too," says Severus quickly, crossing his arms a little impatiently. Where's Narcissa when you need her? He knows the spell to use but he doesn't want to use it. "Now let's get going!"

Harry intertwined his hand with Draco and gave his father a nod. Severus came up and held out both arms for the boys. Harry had to unlink his hand from Draco's only to grip onto his father's arm. And then Severus apparated them to Diagon Alley.

But Harry didn't know where they ended up. All he knows is that he's in a storeroom somewhere. A potions storeroom as he could tell from the mini bottles of lavender, Fluxweed and other ingredients. He followed his father out of the storeroom and knew it was the storeroom to the Potion ingredient shop in Diagon Alley, Slug and Jiggers Apothecary.

He felt a warm hand intertwine with his own again and smiled at his boyfriend as they exited the shop out into the streets. He didn't care if people chose to stare at them. He was fine with it. He loves showing the world that Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend, and he's proud to be Draco's.

"First stop: Gringotts," announced Severus to the boys, then he turned around and led the way, his black robes billowing behind him.

"How does he do that?" Harry asked Draco inquisitively in a whisper, trying to get as close as he could to his boyfriend as possible. He just wanted to stick close to him all day. That dream really got to him and he couldn't get the thought of marriage and Draco out of his mind.

Draco looked at him, a blonde eyebrow-raising. "You really don't know?" he asks slowly. Harry shook his head. "It's how you move your hips and it all depends on how fast you walk," he answers simply.

Harry pushed his glasses up his nose. He understands he must walk faster if he tries to billow his Hogwarts robe, but he didn't think it has anything to do with the hips.

Draco smiled at the adorable gesture, even if it's an everyday gesture from Harry. "It's more of a sway," he tells him, tilting his head a little. "You move your hips to the side when walking." He looks up ahead of them at Gringotts. "You get used to it over time."

Harry sighed. How can he simply sway his hips? And it looked hard. "I don't have your perfect, sexy hips, though," he mumbles, placing a kiss to Draco's cheek and snaked a hand around Draco's waist. They didn't realise they were losing Severus in the crowd but that was okay, they knew how to get to Gringotts.

Draco blushed and bit his lip as Harry's hand moved down to his left arse cheek. He lowered his voice back to a whisper, "Are you saying my godfather has..." He didn't want to complete that sentence.

Harry's face paled and he shook his head with a sneer. "No..." he drawls, "gross."

Draco laughed joyfully and elbowed him in the arm teasingly. "I'm only mocking you, my darling," he says lightly and moves Harry's hand away from his arse just so he can link arms with him. He doesn't want to be looked at oddly by other people when Harry's gripping his arse in public.

Harry's face regained colour. He cleared his throat and tried forgetting about that five seconds of conversation. "Let's never speak of this again, Draco..." he mutters, his gaze down at the floor and Draco just sniggers and gave Harry's cheek a kiss as they entered Gringotts bank.

Harry gave each goblin sitting on his desk on either side of him and Draco a little smile. He knows the Goblins don't really care for wizards and witches that much, they only care for the individual's gold.

"We're here to collect galleons from Mr Harry James Potter and Mr Draco Lucius Malfoy's vaults," Severus informed a little loudly to the goblin named Griphook at the desk.

Griphook looked down at the two young boys. "Keys?"

Draco stepped forward and handed Griphook his vault key, and Harry did the same.

Griphook checked the keys, nodded, and said, "Follow me, please."

They followed Griphook deep inside the building and to the tracks, which Griphook whistled, and a self-propelled cart made an appearance. Harry sat next to Draco on the cart and Severus sat on the other side.

Harry wondered, even if he's been on this cart ride many times before if there are scarier roller coasters than this one. He's seen a roller coaster before, and it had a large dip and a sharp turn right. He remembered the people screaming on that thing. Gosh. This cart ride isn't as thrilling as the roller coasters he's seen. He realised he needs to take Draco to a theme park in the muggle world. It's just a to-do. He can find out how brave his boyfriend really is.

When the cart stopped, and Harry was staring at a large circular vault with the numbers '769' on the top, Griphook walked off the cart and Draco followed it but gave Harry a kiss on his cheek, which Harry smiled and blushed from.

Harry looked at his father, who smiled at him proudly as a father should do. But when the vault opened, he couldn't believe his eyes. Well, he could. Draco's vault was double the size of his own, and a large pile of galleons stacked on top of each other was the main sight to see. But the sight Harry loved to see most was when Draco bent over to grab a large handful of galleons and store it in his bag. He licked his lips. He couldn't stop staring at his boyfriend's arse.

Severus caught Harry staring at Draco inappropriately and scowled at him. Merlin, the Dursley's really didn't teach Harry any lessons regarding staring. But maybe since Harry's now free from them, he thinks he's able to do certain things that he wouldn't normally do. That's not going to happen if Harry lives under his roof.

Harry quickly looked down at his lap, his face flushing as he realised Severus had caught him. "Sorry, dad," he says, voice low and repentant. But he managed a quick sideways glance back at Draco and he sighed when Draco had finished grabbing galleons and hopped back in the cart.

"So, Harry," Draco whispered into his ear, away from his godfather's and goblin's ears, and he dragged his lips over the skin under Harry's earlobe. "Did you like the show?" The cart began to move again, and it was heading up but the boys paid no attention to it.

Harry tried not to snort. Yes, he did like the show. He loved it! But he got caught by his own father, which embarrassed him a lot.

"Yes, Harry, I caught you staring at me," Draco says slowly, and he reached up and stroked Harry's hair while he continued teasing Harry's neck in all different places. "It's cute, you know." He wanted to say so much more to Harry but knew he'd get told off by Severus for saying such things in front of him and the Goblin.

Harry shuffled closer to Draco. "Your cute," He replies quietly with a deep blush to his face, and then Draco smiled adoringly and kissed him. It was out of surprise.

"Children!" Griphook spat. There was a low growl, which Severus glared at Griphook for. "Mr Harry Potter. If you will be so kind to unlock lips with Mr Draco Malfoy so you can get what you need and go!"

Harry pulled away from the gentle but sweet kiss with Draco and sighed. He got off the cart and waited for Griphook to open his vault. He gathered about fifteen galleons and stored them in his black bag then headed back to the cart.

Finally, they were back out into the fresh air of Diagon Alley and Harry kept a firm grip on Draco's hand as they walked to their next stop: Flourish and Blotts.

"Hello, how can I assist you?" asked a young man with short chestnut hair at the counter.

Severus stepped forward, placing a hand on the counter while the other gave the man the book list for his son and godson. "Here are the books my sons require for their sixth year at Hogwarts."

"Alright," The young man scanned the book list. "I'll be right back with the books in a second."

The young man wasn't wrong, he was back within a couple of seconds time with his arms full of books. "Here you go," he casually says and placed the books on the counter. "That's two galleons."

Harry placed two galleons from his bag on the counter and grabbed his books, placing them in his book bag from last year and he watched as Draco paid for his books.

"Thank you!" The young man said politely. "Have a good rest of the day!" Harry and Draco smiled at him and then followed Severus out of the shop. Next is robe shopping at Madam Malkin's.

Madam Malkin, a lady with short white curly hair wearing a purple robe stood up from looking under the counter and smiled when seeing the two boys. "Ah, young Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy," she says, walking over to them with elegance. "The last time I saw you both here was your first year at Hogwarts and you were shopping for your items. Oh, how lovely!" she says sweetly. "You two are even friends now."

Severus smiled at her, knowing she has no idea about these two. He was sure his son's and godson's relationship would have been country-wide by now. She should know though.

Draco smiled and showed her his and Harry's intertwined hands. But he also gave Harry a kiss on the cheek. "More than best friends, Madam Malkin," he tells her softly, and the old witch's eyes light up as she finally understands.

Madam Malkin smiled sweetly and placed a hand over her heart. "Oh, young love," she says softly and seems on the verge of giggling. "How beautiful!" Then she regained her seamstress mask and points ahead to two stools. "Follow me to the stools please so I can find perfect robes for you."

Harry smiled gratefully at her when walking towards the large mirror with Draco; glad she accepts same-sex love.

"Ow!" Draco hissed after a while of fitting into a robe, wanting to rub at his arm but didn't want to rip the material. "Watch where you're pointing that thing!"

"Sorry, dearie," said Madam Malkin a little ruefully.

Draco sighed down at his sleeve. "It's fine..." he mutters. But really, it's not. He doesn't want large holes in his skin. Harry elbowed his boyfriend lightly in the arm, and when Draco looked his way, he kissed him just to calm him down a little. Draco melted in the soft touch of lips, not even feeling the pin go through his arm a little as he was too caught up in kissing back his boyfriend.

Madam Malkin smiled at them and tried to be a bit more careful when fitting her customer's robes. Until finally, she was done. She made sure everything fit perfectly and adjusted the sleeves if she had to. "All done," she eventually says. "Now for the costings."

They followed her back to the counter where they paid for their robes, put them in their bags and headed to their final stop Slug and Jiggers Apothecary. It didn't even take that long to gather the ingredients he and Draco would need for their sixth/seventh year. And then they were back at Severus' place after apparition. Harry placed his bag by the armchair and collapsed down onto it with a sigh. Talking to people other than Draco, his father, Remus or the Weasley's is exhausting.

Draco joined Harry on the armchair again like they did this morning. He brushed his fingers through his boyfriend's hair with a smile, mesmerised by the fluffiness and messiness of it. And then there are those green eyes he loves, so unnaturally bright but so beautiful. "Harry, have I ever told you how handsome and incredible you are?" he asks the Gryffindor in a whisper.

Severus rolls his eyes at his godson complimenting his son and left them be so he went to find Remus.

Harry blushed at the sudden compliments, but he just gave Draco a little nod. The Slytherin knows just what to say to him to flatter him. "A few times this week," he answers slowly, "and last week, the week before and so on."

"Well it's all true, my darling," Draco mumbles to him. "You're just so gorgeous."

Harry's face just reddened even more, and he couldn't stop it. But he didn't want to stop it. He loves how Draco came to make him feel so much emotionally and physically. "You're undeniably attractive, handsome and beautiful too, Draco Malfoy," he mumbles back. Draco blushed, his pale complexion just can't hide how red he was becoming. "You're just so amazing, Draco. And I just don't want a better bloke in my life. I want you and only you. I fell in love with you and will always love you and be there for you with every up and down in our life and relationship."

Draco couldn't help but lean in, heart thumping in his chest, and kiss Harry. And time stopped in a collision of senses when his lips met Harry's. Harry's heart skipped a beat and the kiss weakened his core. Draco's fingers explored Harry's chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt just to feel his boyfriend's heated chest again.

And then Draco's lips travelled across Harry's lips, to the edge of his mouth and down to Harry's chin. Harry leaned his head back and let out a throaty moan from the hot, warm, fiery kisses Draco was giving his neck. The scent of Harry, pine, really made Draco's stomach twist into a pleasured knot and he just wanted more. But then he felt a tap on his shoulder. With a sigh and one displayed hickey on Harry's neck, he looked behind him at his godfather with a scowl.

Severus just smirked and crossed his arms. "If you want to do that get off my armchair and go somewhere else," he drawled. "I give you permission to do it on Lucius's armchair at Malfoy Manor since he's not here, but not on my armchair or couch or anywhere in the vicinity of my lounge room or kitchen. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Severus," Draco muttered with a scowl. He hopes this will be the last time he gets disturbed giving Harry love and hickeys. "But does that imply Harry can come over for a while? Or even better, why don't you and Remus come over for dinner?"

"I akin to that idea, but I'm afraid you, your mother, Harry and I might become Remus' dinner," Severus tells them flatly with a little grimace. But he doesn't blame them for forgetting. "Didn't you check the moon phase last night?"

"Oh, right..." said Harry lamely. He knew what phrase of the moon was tonight. The full moon. "How about some other time then?

Severus nodded. "Of course," he smiles. "Remus would love that, and I allow Harry to reside with you for the night since Remus would require some time to...wolf out by himself without anybody nearby him. I was thinking of bringing him to 12 Grimmauld Place and leave him there for his transformation but I don't have access to that place without you, Harry."

Harry sighed slowly. He doesn't want anything to do with 12 Grimmauld Place anymore since Sirius died. Every time he thinks of Sirius, he feels so depressed, even when waking up he feels like shit but he's able to mask it or just talk with Draco about it which he's so grateful for. But he knows he has to toughen up and walk through those doors again sometime. He did so earlier in the month when looking for the locket and talking to Kreacher anyway. He just had to ignore the pain and the memories and just walk through the hallways of Grimmauld Place.

"I'll open the doors for you and Remus," Harry finally said after a beat. "And I don't know how to open the Floo so Remus can Floo back home to us so..."

"That's alright, Harry," Severus said softly, a hint of gratitude was in his tone. "Shall we go then? I just need to get Remus."

Harry nodded, and he and Draco watched Sev leave the room. Draco continued where he was since his godfather was out of the room, but he kept an ear out for incoming footsteps. Harry gasped quietly as Draco's warm mouth touched the skin of his neck again and placed light kisses everywhere.

When Draco heard two sets of footsteps nearing him and Harry, he removed his mouth from his boyfriend's neck and stood up from the couch. Harry was waiting for Draco to help him up but that never came, so he helped himself up but gave Draco's arse cheeks a light squeeze, smirking at the gasp Draco made.

"Harry!" Draco hissed quietly and stood behind his boyfriend so he wouldn't get touched again, even if he loved it. He placed a hand around Harry's waist and the other hand slid down Harry's back and past his pants line, giving Harry's arse cheeks a real raw squeeze. He quickly removed his hand from Harry's pants as his godfather entered the room with Remus.

"Ready to go?" Severus then asked, and Harry nodded. Severus apparated the boys to 12 Grimmauld Place and Remus came by himself.

The evening sun shone down on the four males, they had to hurry this up. Harry frowned at the familiar building and sighed. It feels haunted to him like Sirius' spirit would float amongst its walls. But all he had to do was open the door. That's all. it should be easy, right? He stepped forward, untwining his hand from Draco's and tapped his wand on the door. He stepped back, watching as the door opened itself for him, even when his hand didn't reach out to touch the doorknob.

"Thanks, Harry," Severus said and led Remus into the house. It only took a few minutes, Harry and Draco were just standing outside the building like lost puppy dogs and then Severus returned, closing the door behind him.

Harry noticed the worry on his father's face and gave him a reassuring hug. He smiled as his father hugged him back. "He'll get through the night, dad," he tells him soothingly, rubbing his back in the embrace. "I know he will."

Severus sighed after the hug and apparated them back to his place. "I know," he said once they were back inside the lounge room of his house. "He's a strong man. Now, scurry along back to the manor if you want to spend the evening together."

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" Harry asked him softly. He just wants to make sure Severus is alright on his own. "I can if you need me."

"Go, Harry," Severus mutters and ushers them away to the Floo. "I'm fine on my own."

"Okay." Harry didn't believe him, but he'll come back to his father after some time with Draco. "I'll see you when I get back and I'll help make dinner too."

Severus smiled, pointing to the Floo. "Goodbye, boys."

Harry sighed, and after Draco, he entered the Floo. "Malfoy Manor!" He was whisked away to the Lounge room of Malfoy Manor and he stepped out of the Floo. The lounge room had appeared to have had a whole makeover. Instead of black walls, just normal smoky grey walls stood around him. The furniture remained the same, though. Such as the cherry red chaise, the piano, the armchairs. The only thing that changed was instead of a large dark grey L shaped lounge chair, there was a shadow coloured 6-seater lounge with a green and silver chaise at the end.

Harry smiled at the blonde woman in a V-neck Floor-Length Evening Dress sitting on a red cherry chaise reading a novel. She looks elegant as always.

"Mother," said Draco, smiling brightly at her. Harry could have fainted at that smile that was on Draco's face, but he managed to keep himself together.

Narcissa looked up at her son and smiled. "Draco, my dear!" she says quickly, placed her book down on the chaise, stood up and wrapped her arms around her son tightly. Draco hugs her back tightly with a happy sigh. Then she spotted Harry, her smile widening. "Harry! It's good to see you again."

Harry smiled at her, even if it's only been a day since he's seen Draco's mom. "You too, Narcissa," he says softly. "So, how's everything?"

"Boring!" explained Narcissa with a huff. She sat back down when ending the hug with her son. "I'm not even allowed to go outside to my bloody gardens!" She looked at Harry regretfully and placed her hand in front of her, "Excuse the language."

"It's alright," said Harry, placing his arms around Draco and resting his head on his boyfriend's shoulders. "When they said house arrest, I didn't think they actually meant just a house arrest. Besides, since I'm known by Kingsley Shacklebolt, I'm sure I can do something about where you're allowed."

"Oh, that's alright Harry," Narcissa said, waving a hand at Harry airily as she doesn't want him going through any trouble for herself.

"Okay," said Harry flatly, but he'll do something to help Narcissa behind her back. It's the least he could do for her. "So, what did the...people who put you under house arrest give you so you can't leave the Manor?"

Narcissa lifted her dress up just above her ankles, showing her light blue heels but also a golden ribbon of magic snaking around her ankles. "It's a contraption where if I try to escape the manor it sends a jolt through me, and I either faint from shock or I'm just in a lot of pain," she says a little abruptly, and she glares down at the contraption. "I haven't tried escaping and don't plan on doing so anyway."

"Oh," Harry and Draco both said in unison. It was shocking to hear that.

"Have you felt it, or did they tell you?" Harry had asked. He wanted to know. He was curious but also a little sad from the contraption.

"They told me," said Narcissa simply with a shrug. "I wouldn't dare do anything that could hurt me." Draco grimaces at the thought of his own mother being in pain all because of a simple contraption. "Unless it depends on my son's life then I'll deal with the pain."

Draco smiled at his mother but truthfully, he wouldn't want his own mother suffering because of him if something were to happen.

"Now, enough about me," Narcissa says, patting the space beside her for her son and Harry on her chaise. "Tell me about the rest of your school year last term. I want to know everything that happened." She blinked at her son who smirked at her. She forced a smile. "Everything except what you and Harry do alone in bed together, of course."

Harry gave a little chuckle. He pulled Draco to the chaise but before Draco could start, he confidently said, "By the way, Narcissa, you look absolutely stunning in that dress."

"Aww!" Narcissa said softly and embraced him in a hug with a giggle. "Thank you, Harry. You're so sweet."

"It brings out your eyes too, mother," Draco added politely, smiling at Harry for his compliments towards his mother. He just couldn't love Harry even more than he does now.

Narcissa felt tears in her eyes. Happy tears, nothing negative. It's been a while since she's been complimented. She reached over and placed an arm around her son. "You boys are literally everything I have left that I love," she chokes out while holding her tears in.

"We love you to mother," Draco mumbles, "so much." And then he proceeded to tell her everything about their year, what romantic things they did together, and what grades they got for their O.W.L.S, apart from the private sexual parts he has shared with Harry.

Narcissa sighed both happily but reluctantly. "I'm so proud of the both of you for your O.W.L.S.," she says weakly, dropping her arms from around her son. She is still sad about her house arrest but tried to feel strong to herself. "If only I could go shopping, then I could get something for both of you as a congratulations gift."

"You don't need to get me anything, Narcissa," said Harry with a smile, eyes glossy and bright. Narcissa smiled at the real smile Harry was giving both her and her son. It's the most real one she's seen ever. She's so happy that Harry's starting to feel a little better from what he's suffered with. "I have everything I would ever want and need," he added calmly. "An amazing boyfriend." Draco threw Harry a fond if rather tired smile. "A father, a godmother, best friends. It's all I ever wish for. A family."

"Who's your godmother, Harry?" Narcissa asked quickly, her eyebrow slightly rising in curiosity at the young Gryffindor.

Harry smiled at her. How couldn't she know? "You, Narcissa," he tells her simply, "You're like a godmother but also a best friend to me and I thank you for being there for me, just like Severus and Draco has been."

"Oh, Harry," Narcissa says lightly, smiling as bright as the sun, and Harry beams back at her. "That makes me so happy to hear. You're like a godson to me too, I guess."

"Hate to interrupt this beautiful moment," Draco disrupts, looking at Harry beside him warmly, his hand reaching up to Harry's face where his finger travels down Harry's cheek to his lips. "But Harry and I want to compete against the peacocks out in the backyard." He glances back at his mother, "We have so much time to come back inside and talk to you, mother."

Narcissa sighed. She was hoping to spend the entire afternoon with her two favourite boys. "Oh, alright," she mumbles. "Have fun you two!"

"Will do, mother," Draco replies at once, kissed his mother on the forehead and pulled Harry up off the chaise and led him down the hallway.

Harry noticed when walking past the dining room that the dining table had gone. Replaced by it was a royal grey dining table with dark green cushioning. It looked quite soft to sit on, almost like a pillow or cloud. He smiled when Draco kissed his cheek, so he followed after the blonde Slytherin wizard he's in love with.

When they were outside in the sunset the first thing that they spotted was the male peacock a few meters away from them. Draco, with a smirk on his face, crept up to the peacock and when it wasn't looking, pounced at it.

Harry laughed as the peacock tried to fly away, but it managed to escape Draco at the last minute. Draco looked back at his laughing boyfriend with a glare. He stood up, rushed over to him, and kissed him.

There wasn't a moment of hesitation. Draco's mouth was on Harry's, and Harry stopped breathing. Draco shuddered and there was a sound from the back of his throat, half growl, half moan. Little shivers of pleasure and panic shot through Harry as the blonde Slytherin wizard deepened the kiss, parting his lips. Harry stopped thinking. He pushed Draco down, accidentally pushing him down to the ground, but the look Draco gave him was enough to assure him that Draco didn't mind. Harry dropped down to the floor on top of Draco, sealing the tiny space between them, pressing against the Slytherin, digging his fingers into his blonde hair. It was soft, silky. Harry sparked alive; his heart swelled to the point of near bursting. The rush of sensations crawling across his body was maddening.

Draco made a shrieking noise in his throat as something pecked at his neck. He looked to the side and widened his eyes. He tumbled back, the peacock giving its screeching noise.

Harry barked out in laughter, reaching out to brush a few strands of blond hair away from Draco's eyes. "For a peacock, you're quite scared of it," he says nervelessly.

"Shut up, Harry," Draco muttered with a slow smile, giving him a little light shove.

Then the peacock neared Draco again and pecked him on the forehead. Harry just laughed at his boyfriend. "How sweet," he says gently, his green eyes soft with admiration. "It gave you a kiss."

Draco grumbled, and when the peacock walked towards him, he shuffled back and got up on his feet only to run away, but the peacock chased after him.

Harry couldn't stop rolling on the floor in laughter. This is one of the best days he's ever had. He sighed after his laughter ended knowing he had to help his boyfriend. Who knows what the peacock would do to Draco if he ran out of energy? But Merlin, that bloke could sprint.

After another minute of watching the hilarious scene, he got up and started running after his boyfriend. Somehow the bird slowly rose into the air and span in the air as Harry grabbed Draco by the shirt and pinned him to the wall.

"You're safe now, you scaredy-cat," he said in a low lascivious voice. He brushed his lips over Draco's just to try to calm his boyfriend's racing heart. He bit his lip as he leaned away and brushed his thumb over the Slytherin's soft lips.

Draco rolled his eyes and took deep breaths just to steady his actual beating heart. He feels slightly aroused and flustered from that leer Harry gave him. "I wasn't scared, Harry," he says quietly.

Harry just shook his head with a smile in happy disbelief. "Sure, my dear," he says with disbelief. "Sure..." Draco pulled Harry back in for a kiss just to shut him up. He was not scared of the damn peacock.

They're kissing like crazy. Like their lives depend on it. Draco's tongue slips inside Harry's mouth, gentle but demanding. Every square inch of Harry's body dissolves into the Slytherin's. Harry's fingers grip Draco's hair, pulling him closer. Harry's veins throb and his heart explodes.

The peacock just bobbed up and down in the air, creating weird shaky gobble sounds as it spins upside down and everywhere around the boys. Then it begins to fly up to the manor's roof, which then its eyes widen in fear as it might never see the ground again.

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So, how was the chapter?

Whew... it's a long one.

I know it got a little sad, I cried when writing about his death and funeral. ;-;

I'm guessing I've made some of you cry. Sorry if I did.

xD

But it ended quite happily, didn't it?

Harry's dream. LOL