Draco woke up bright and early on Saturday morning for the date. He took his time to get ready as it is a lunch date and lunch was five hours away. He put on casual clothes and tried to find something that looked muggle enough to wear which was a black button-up shirt with black jeans. When he was dressed, he headed down to the kitchens to grab some breakfast. The smell of French Toast was amazing. He walked in silently, grabbed a plate and placed a French toast on the plate from the pile and snuck out so he wouldn't be seen. He began eating the toast, his taste buds flaring from the heat of it. He opted to take a long walk around the grounds of the manor to pass the time.

As the clock struck 10:55 am, Draco apparated to one of London's closest alleyways to the British Museum. He knew he'd be a little early, but he liked being the first one there. When he walked out of the alleyway, however, Harry was already walking over to the museum. Or who he hopes is Harry.

Draco fastened his pace to catch up to the boy, hoping it's Harry. "Harry?" he asked. The boy turned around and Draco knew it was Harry by the beautiful emerald green eyes, round glasses, and lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead that was slowly disappearing...

"Draco," Harry said warmly and smiled brightly. He walked up to him and latched his arms around Draco's neck. It's feels like it has been so long, and he's missed the blonde Slytherin.

"Hello, Harry," Draco said, locking his arms around Harry's waist and smiling at the sight of breathtaking green eyes that were staring into his silver ones.

Harry planted a kiss to Draco's nose and the blonde Slytherin blushed and looked down at his nose with a shy smile. Harry kissed Draco's nose again, grinning at the reaction he's getting from the Slytherin.

"I like this greeting very much," Draco said while looking back down at his nose. Harry's kisses were still lingering on his nose and it just gave him tingles and shivers all over. Is it possible to be so much in love with someone but you've ignored the feelings for so long?

"Good," Harry said and kissed Draco's cheek to get another reaction from the Slytherin and of course the Slytherin's face reddened only slightly. "You're going to have to get used to them."

When Draco knew Harry was going to kiss his cheek again, he quickly moved his face backwards and pressed his lips to Harry's in a kiss. Harry kissed back passionately and pulled Draco closer to him. After a few more seconds had gone by, they pulled out of the kiss with red swollen lips and slight blushes to their cheeks.

"I like that greeting even more," Harry whispered sweetly and kept his arms around Draco. He just didn't want to let go. He felt so safe and secure in the arms of this blonde snake.

Draco laughed softly, agreeing with Harry about the greeting. Merlin, he could stay in this position with Harry all day long and not get bored. "Let's go. I want to get to know you some more throughout this day."

"I cannot wait until you do," Harry said, giving Draco another kiss on the lips and unlatched his hands around Draco's neck. The Slytherin smiled and intertwined their hands together as they began to head off. They walked past the British Museum towards Big Ben, taking a stroll through every park they come across to look at the scenery. But, their own scenery to look at was each other.

"So," Harry said, breaking the moments of pure silence from this beautiful sunny day. "Tell me about this whole Lucius befriending Mr. Weasley thing."

Draco smiled and told Harry about everything that happened after he left the Great Hall, including his father accepting him, finding out his father's gay but he left the whole thing about telling his mother that he said 'I love you' to Harry as that will be something for the future.

By the time Draco finished talking, it was exactly lunchtime. They ended up going to a cute Mexican restaurant for lunch. They sat at the table closest to the window on the red booth together, admiring the colours of the restaurant. An Italian boy came and served Harry and Draco, but Draco noticed the boy was flirting with Harry. He sighed, feeling jealous and ordered two spicy peri-peri chicken wraps so the boy could sod off and get them.

Draco squeezed Harry's hand from under the table and laid his head down on Harry's shoulder, suddenly wanting attention from what he witnessed. "He was flirting with you, Harry."

Harry laughed at the jealous Slytherin, but he found it sweet how utterly jealous he was. He was like a cute little blonde kitten who wants attention. "Jealous much?"

Draco rolled his eyes but planted a kiss on Harry's cheek, making sure the world knows that Harry is his and his only. He just wanted to make sure the boy who was flirting with his Harry knew that Harry was taken. "Very," he whispered.

"Naww..." Harry placed a hand just above his heart and smiled lovingly. At least he admits it, that's all that matters most to Harry. He doesn't want a relationship full of lies. "Draco Malfoy has a heart. So sweet and adorable."

Draco blushed, brought Harry's hand that he was holding up to his mouth and kissed it. His eyes trailed over at the Italian waitress boy and noticed he was watching them. He would have smirked, but his lips were kissing the hands of someone absolutely beautiful and didn't want to ruin the moment. They were interrupted by an "Ahem" and looked up.

It was the Italian boy again, holding two plates with a wrap on each. Before the boy could say anything, Draco interrupted him by grabbing the plates from the boy and placed one in front of Harry and the other in front of himself. He shooed the boy away from their table with a flick of his wrist.

The boy glared at Draco but smiled sweetly at Harry and handed him a small piece of paper. "In case you want to dump this pale vampire trash, here's my phone number."

Draco scoffed at the rude muggle boy. Where'd he learn to insult people like that? Pathetic... "Muggle trash."

Harry ripped up the piece of paper and threw it at the Italian boy, "Sorry, I don't date muggles, nor ones who are mean to my boyfriend!" he said while glaring at the boy. He just couldn't believe this teen. Dudley was bad, but this guy? Gosh.

Draco felt his heart flutter at the word 'boyfriend'. Is that what they are now? Boyfriends? They've only been on this one date though...

The boy rolled his eyes at him with a sneer, "Whatever, your loss."

"It's not my loss if I don't want to date rude people," Harry spat back at him. what's wrong with this muggle? Is he that deranged that he can't tell who's taken or not?

"Says the two boys who called me a muggle, whatever the hell that means," the boy replied ignorantly.

"Just leave me and my boyfriend alone, we're on a date," Harry scowled, annoyed at this muggle already. Can't he just go back to doing his job? He will call on an employee to report this boy to the authorities.

"How about... no," the boy said, smirking and thinking he has power but really, he doesn't. He cannot compete with anybody from the wizarding world, obviously, and Draco wants to prove his point.

Draco had enough, he grabbed his wand, made sure nobody was looking and cast a "Tarantallegra," on the boy. He pictured the boy doing backflips and headpins in the middle of the floor, and that was exactly what the boy was doing.

"Was that really necessary, Draco?" Harry asked him while taking a bite from his wrap. Although, it was kind of funny watching the muggle boy dance away uncontrollably. "I mean, isn't it illegal to cast spells in muggle populated areas?"

"Not unless you get caught," Draco said, shaking his head as he stared at the off looking food called a wrap. "You should be thanking me; I did make him go away."

"My hero," Harry said sweetly while smiling and kissed Draco's cheek as a thank you. He couldn't have wanted a better and protective boyfriend.

"Much better," Draco said, smirking. But then his smirk turned into a frown. there is someone he misses so much. Someone who should be alive and still teaching at Hogwarts.

Harry noticed the frown and caressed Draco's cheek with his thumb. He grew worried for his boyfriend. "What's the matter?" he asked concerningly, tilting his head to the side.

"Oh, it's nothing," Draco said sadly, waving a hand at him. He didn't really want to talk about it, but then again, he did. "I just miss Severus."

Harry had forgotten that Snape had died. There's just been so much going on, like Fred's funeral and the burial of so many others. It's been a tough week. "I'm really sorry for your loss, Draco," he said, leaning his head on Draco's shoulder. "He was a good man, even if he hated my guts since he first laid eyes on me back in the first year."

Draco sighed at the memory of how his godfather loathed Harry, even if it was true. "Thanks, Harry." He gave Harry's cheek a kiss and rested his head on top of Harry's.s

To change the topic, they talked about each other, what they like and love doing until it was time to head home. Harry insisted he comes over and meets Draco's parents properly, and not like back in the second year. Eventually, Draco agrees to take Harry home, even though he questioned him to if he's alright to see the manor after the war. So, Draco took Harry to the manor and smiled when seeing the new-coloured manor.

"Thanks for today, Harry," Draco said, kissing Harry's cheek again because he can't stop it. It's all the kisses he's missed out on giving Harry through all the years at Hogwarts. "I enjoyed it all, even spelling that muggle away from us."

"It's my pleasure, Draco," Harry said amiably, looking up at the new bright gates of Malfoy Manor. "Pink gates, really? Whose idea was this?"

Draco snorted and remembered colouring the gates pink. He would have thought either his mother or father would have coloured it a different colour. "Yeah... he-he..." he said sheepishly.

Harry squeezed Draco's hand as they walked through the gates into the new front yard filled with new alive trees. "Wow," he said in awe and looked at everything. He never knew the manor had a little hedge maze, or gardens, or an oval the size of the Quidditch pitch. "Things have certainly been renovated."

"Yeah," Draco sighed in relief, liking his renovated home so much. Mother and father have done a good job with it all. "It was a bit depressing when it was all black, and it reminded us too much of... him."

Harry's expression softened and he moved closer to Draco. They wandered through the large-now-brown front doors, took a right, and walked down the long red candle lit hallway until they were in the kitchen.

Narcissa was reading one of the muggle cookbooks and she jumped in surprise when seeing Harry Potter in her house again. "Harry, what a lovely surprise," she said, smiling warmly at the two boys who were holding hands. She just loved seeing her son so in love with another person. She even adores that it's a male, since Lucius never got to marry any guy he wanted. This is the new rebirth of the Malfoy family.

"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy," Harry greeted and returning the smile. He hasn't seen Draco's mom since the war. He remembers her asking if Draco was alive, and the thought of Draco gone really shook him. it devastated him, actually.

"We have dinner arrangements with the Weasley's this afternoon," Draco reminded his mother. Honestly, he's a little anxious to go because the Weasley's are like Harry's family and he wants to make a good impression of himself and his family in front of them.

"Ah, yes," Narcissa said with a quick nod. "When is it again?"

"In an hour," said Harry simply.

Narcissa nodded at him. "Magnificent!" she beamed. "I shall get dressed."

"Mother, it's not one of those fancy-dress dinners you've always been to," said Draco, reminding her that the Weasley's aren't that wealthy.

"I know, my Dragon," Narcissa said kindly. She waved her hand elegantly into the air, "I'll be as quick as a bee."

they watched Narcissa head off to the other side of the hallway and disappear. "That was a quick greeting," Harry said, looking around the light-filled kitchen. The windows were lowered enough that you could see the red and white rose bush just outside.

"Yeah...sorry about that," Draco replied with a small smile. He'd like Harry to get to know his mother more. To know the sweet woman who raised him well.

"It's nothing to apologize for," Harry said, looking up at the white roof, then back to Draco. "It's amazing what you can do to a room if you add even the smallest amount of colour."

"Yeah," Draco agreed with a distant nod. The manor looks brand new when every room is painted a slightly lighter colour than it was previously. It feels like they've moved into a new manor, or even their French countryside manor.

In a matter of minutes, Narcissa came back through the kitchen wearing muggle jeans with a dark purple turtleneck sweater and black heeled boots.

"You look amazing, Mrs. Malfoy!" Harry said warmly. He felt like she just came from London with that fashion she's wearing. It may not be upper class, but it's definitely casual.

Narcissa smiled sweetly at Harry from the compliment, "Thank you, Harry." Looks like her Draco has found his one and only because she's already warming up to this Gryffindor boy.

Harry nodded at her, smiling back. He's starting to warm up to this family now. "That just leaves Mr. Malfoy, wherever he is."

"He's probably trying to figure out how to put a dress on," Narcissa said, her smile transforming into a smirk because she believes it's true. Well, she's only seen him strutting the hallways of the manor in heels, which is undeniably funny. She's never once seen him fall over, though.

"He...what?" Harry says in disbelief. He believes he heard wrong. Did she say Mr Malfoy has been putting on ...dresses? He does find it a little odd but if Mr Malfoy likes it then that's great!

"Oh, nothing," Draco said, and waving a hand at him to stop this conversation. It just wasn't really important. "Let's just find him as we don't want the Weasleys thinking we bailed on them."

"No need, my son. I'm right here," Lucius said and came around the corner to enter the kitchen. His eyes glanced right at Harry as he entered. "Mr. Potter. So good to see you," he said, his lips twitching into a smile and he held his hand out for a friendly handshake.

"So good to see you too, Mr. Malfoy," Harry responded and shook the older Malfoy's hand. He did not know how Mr. Malfoy could become so nice from when he last talked to him, unless it is an act.

"Yes, well..." Lucius decided to make this conversation a tiny bit intriguing. "Will it be Mr. and Mr. Potter or Mr. and Mr. Malfoy in the near future?"

"Uh...." Harry said awkwardly, feeling a blush form on his cheeks and wondering why Mr. Malfoy's talking about marriage now. They're only seventeen! But he knows, from Ron, that Pure-blooded children tend to marry into another family early.

Draco sighed and could tell Harry was a bit uncertain about this topic too. "Father... Now's not a good time to talk about that." He felt his face warm up as he admitted, "It'll possibly happen in the near future, though."

Harry felt his own cheeks redden even more at the conversation they were having on marriage. Why now? Why not in a year or two?

"Hmmm... Harry Malfoy or Draco Potter," Narcissa added and decided to play along with her husband. "I think Draco Potter is best, don't you think so Harry?"

"I think Harry Malfoy is the better option," Lucius said, smirking because he wants the Malfoy name to go on in the future. "Draco, what do you think?"

"I think you two should stop planning for my future as we have dinner to attend," Draco said earnestly and linked arms with Harry, ready to go and face the Weasleys. He just hoped to Merlin his own parents won't embarrass him in front of them.

"Let's go then," said Narcissa.

They arrived at the Burrow at exactly 4:30 pm, another thirty minutes until dinner starts. Draco and Harry led the way until they were standing on the front doorstep. Harry knocked on the door. They could hear tons of footsteps coming towards the door all at once until the door was open quickly and Ron appeared.

"Hi, Ron!" Harry greeted, smiling at his best mate. "May we come in?"

"Harry!" Ron said excitedly and nodded. He greeted the Malfoy's with a handshake, even if he secretly dreaded it but did it for Harry's sake, and opened the door for them to enter.

They Malfoys strode in and looked around at their surroundings. Lucius seemed okay with this home he's never seen before. Narcissa beamed at the interior, "This place is so cute! It's like a cottage."

"Why, thank you, Narcissa," Molly said with a big friendly smile, clearly excited to have guests over like always.

"Ah, Molly Weasley," Narcissa greeted back with her own smile. She was just glad her family was invited. "Thank you, dearest, for letting us come over for dinner."

"Oh, it's my pleasure," Molly said sweetly and waving her hand as she needn't an instance of a 'thank you'. "Anyone's welcome for dinner."

Draco and Harry left the adults to do their talking and followed Ron into the living room. All the Weasley kids, except Bill and Charlie, were sitting around the lounge room chatting until Harry and Draco entered.

"Harry, Draco, how nice it is to have you over!" Percy said happily, and next to him, covered in a ton of blankets and hugging a pillow to his chest was George Weasley who was frowning.

"It's so good to be here!" Draco said with little enthusiasm, smiling. He just didn't want to sound too happy in front of this family. In the corner of his eye, he spotted Weaselette glaring angrily at him. He honestly had no idea what he had done to anger the youngest Weasley, so he ignored her.

Harry pulled Draco to the couch beside George, he snuggled up to Draco. Harry looked up into George's eyes and noticed a dull, kind of lifeless look in the twin-, in George's eyes. He noted that he should keep an eye on George for a while. He looked down at the familiar pillow George was hugging, it had a green F on it. When trailing his eyes down the pillow, he saw the slightest colour of red on George's arm. He grew worried.

Surely George couldn't be hurting himself over his twin's death, right? Harry didn't know but remembered his own self-harming issue because of the Dursleys, Cedric's death as well as Sirius'. Those were dark days for Harry, and he wishes to forget them. He was brought out of his memories by a soft hand on his cheek. He looked up into silver eyes and smiled lovingly.

"So, who wants to play wizards chess?" Ron asked excitingly with a wide grin while he grabbed his wizard chessboard. Everyone groaned and scattered out of the room, leaving only Harry, Ginny, and Draco. Harry watched George leave, hoping his assumptions about him weren't true.

"Harry, can I talk to you for a moment?" Ginny asked him, ignoring Draco's presence completely and walked out of the room.

"Sure..." Harry said but he didn't know if she heard him as she already was out of sight. He followed her anyway, out of the room until he reached the staircase where Ginny was seated.

Draco followed Harry until he came to a corner and leaned against the wall, wanting to hear this conversation. He didn't mean to snoop but he just gets curious sometimes.

Harry sat down next to Ginny, wondering if she knew anything about George's self-harming problem if he was correct that he had one. "What's up?" he asked her.

"Harry, what happened to us?" Ginny asked, staring right into Harry's eyes like she was searching for the truth to come out.

Harry sighed. Of course, the conversation he was dreading. "Look, Ginny." He rubbed at his knees with unease. "You're great, friendly, sweet and all but I'm just not into you... Or girls... in that matter..."

Draco smirked when hearing the answer, wondering how broken the Weaselette is now. Maybe he should shut out the voice in his head and listen.

"And what about Cho?" Ginny then asked, trying to sound like she was right about this. Everything. She doesn't understand boys at all.

"What about Cho?" Harry asked curiously. He hasn't seen Cho since the war and he hardly speaks with her anymore.

Draco had to agree with the Weaselette there. What about Cho? He knows what happened on that week before Christmas. It doesn't take long until information starts to spread in Hogwarts.

"Harry, you kissed her, remember?" Ginny asks softly, frowning.

"I didn't kiss her; it was the mistletoe!" Harry protested with a little shake of his head. Why does everyone think he kissed her.

"Sure, blame it on the mistletoe," Ginny said, rolling her eyes at him.

Draco nearly cackled from hearing that reply. OoOOoooo... The Mistletoe did it.

"It's true!" Harry beamed. "It was the mistletoe, it just popped right out of nowhere. And I wasn't interested in Cho," he added quickly. "I thought I was, but it was actually Cedric I liked."

"But you kissed me!" Ginny reminded him solemnly.

"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "I didn't. You kissed me, remember? Making me close my eyes and the next thing I knew you were kissing me."

How dare the Weaselette kiss, Harry, without notice! Draco crossed his arms over his chest, knowing he ought to have a chat with this red headed girl.

Ginny punched Harry in the arm playfully, "Merlin, Harry!" and she grinned as Harry winced and rubbed at his arm. "You are so confusing!" she said seriously.

"Nope." Harry shook his head again. "Girls are the confusing ones."

"Should have told me, or even everyone here when you first showed up inside our house that you were gay," said Ginny. She shook her head. "Would have made everything easier."

"Yeah, well... I knew gay was a thing but never paid attention to it or my own sexuality," Harry said, thinking back to the second year. "To be honest, I admit in thinking Draco was cute in the second year when we were at the bookstore with Lockhart. He was pretty close to me, my heart started fluttering and I was trying so hard just to keep a straight face instead of smiling at him like an idiot."

"You sound like you're in love with him, Harry," Ginny said sweetly, elbowing Harry in the arm and smiling.

Harry hesitated and considered this for a moment. He smiled at nothing, but his eyes were directed on the floor, "Yeah. I guess I am."

Draco blushed when hearing that come out of Harry's mouth. He remembered feeling the same way, especially when looking into those emerald green eyes and feeling his heartbeat wildly and an intensifying flutter within.

Ginny giggled at what she was hearing coming from Harry. "That's so sweet, Harry. I want to give you and Draco the best of luck in your relationship."

"Thank you, Ginny," Harry replied and looked back at her. "That means a lot." Then he paused and thought back to seeing George in a really depressive state. "Um Ginny, have you noticed anything strange with George's behaviour since... the war?"

Draco shook his head and left with a blush to his cheeks, he felt as if he was butting in on something too personal. Even if he was really curious, he wanted to give them some privacy when it comes to one of their own suffering terribly.

Ginny shook her head, "No, not really. Why?"

"How good is George an actor?" Harry asks her. She knows the trickster's very good with pranks, but would he be good at acting? He's not saying that he thinks George's acting depressed because he knows George wouldn't do such a thing. He was pondering if George could act happy even if deep don he isn't.

"Whatever do you mean, Harry?" Ginny asks curiously and her ginger eyebrows furrowing.

Harry sighed and bit his lip, thinking how he can word this. "Like, can he put on an invisible mask and pretend to be happy?"

"Harry, what exactly are you implying?" Ginny asked and shifted uneasily on the stair. Now she was feeling a little worried for her older brother now.

"I don't think he's coping with... his reflections' death," Harry said, looking down at his fingers and finding a sudden interest in them. He didn't want to say Fred's name in case it would have triggered her too.

Ginny didn't understand what Harry meant at first, but then the realization hit her hard in the heart. "Merlin's beard!" she gasped with a frown. "You don't think he's that depressed, right?"

"I honestly don't know, but I'm hoping I'm wrong," said Harry in a quiet voice and he then avoided eye contact. He clasped his knees tightly together in dread.

"How did you come to this conclusion then, Harry?" Ginny suddenly asked.

"I... um... I saw what looks like... self-harm cuts on his left arm," Harry whispered, in case George was around. He knew how uneasy and frightened to find out that people knew about your self-harming. It's happened to him when Sirius died, Hermione found out then she told Ron and they both cornered and comforted him.

Ginny inhaled a shaky breath. "Damned it, George. Why suffer with it alone?" she asked the floor beside her and frowned.

"I know..." Harry said and hesitated for a minute. "Should we tell your parents or... go up there and ask him if he's alright?" He knows the correct thing was to go up and ask George if he's okay, then to go tell the parents if he's obviously lying.

"I'll go ask him them," Ginny said at once, twisted her body around quickly and ran up the stairs.

Harry sighed and bit his lip, hoping he was wrong about what he saw. He got up and headed back to Draco in the lounge room who was playing a match of Wizards chess with Ron. "So, who's winning?" he asked the two boys with a yawn.

"Obviously, I am," Ron said, focusing completely on the game at hand. His eyes were drawn to the board, and he was in complete concentration, watching Draco's every move and trying to find ways to defeat pawns, bishops, and kings.

"In your dreams, Weasley!" Draco replied by moving his king and took out Ron's bishop.

Ron sighed but kept the concentrated face on. Looking at every motive he could use to defeat Draco. at least he had a good chess opponent to verse him a lot.

Harry chuckled, sat next to Draco, and watched the wizard's game until it was time for dinner.

Finally, as dinner was called, everyone gathered around the dining table which had been extended for the three extra guests. Dinner was a nice traditional English roast.

"Oh, that reminds me," Lucius said, pointing his wand at a spot in the table and summoning a large bag. "I got presents for everyone."

Arthur grabbed at his wand just in case and pointed it directly under the table at Lucius. He still doesn't trust the man, obviously.

"Oh, you really didn't have to, Lucius," Molly said sweetly as she put a large wooden bowl of peas on the table. Bowls of mash, roasted pumpkins and vegetables were floating behind her.

"It's a gift, of apology and of thank you," said Lucius solemnly. "An apology for how awful we have treated you all and a thank you for accepting the truce." He grabbed a small multicoloured cube and threw it across the table at Ron.

Ron caught the small cube just before it landed in his dinner and studied it. "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. But, what exactly is it?"

"That is a muggle Rubix cube," Lucius explained, "I've heard stories on how good you are at Wizards Chess. That will be another puzzle for you to complete."

"How very thoughtful of you, Lucius," Arthur said, smiling at the muggle contraption. He wanted to see how it works as it looked intriguing. "How does it work?"

"Simple," Lucius said, smiling. "Just try to solve the colour puzzle until each side is one different colour."

"I could literally hug you," Ron said, already trying to figure out the puzzle but it was difficult. How do muggles solve such trickery?

Lucius smirked at him but really didn't want to be hugged. He grabbed a small white container and levitated it over to the youngest Red head.

Ginny opened the box and beamed. "Oh, my goodness. How did you know I wanted a snitch?"

Lucius just shrugged. He gave everyone else their presents with ease. Percy got a book about the Ministry's finest jobs, Molly got a whole basket filled with different coloured wool, George got a muggle book of jokes and pranks and last but not least, Lucius gave Harry his blessing, some Lube and a book on the most famous Quidditch tricks and moves in the world.

"Thanks, Mr. Malfoy," Harry said, blushing madly as Draco sniggered at the Lube. Although, he was a little concerned as to why Mr. Malfoy gave him the lube.

"So that's where you've been all morning," Narcissa said, eyeing her husband curiously. She didn't consider how her husband knows about muggle items.

"Yes, my dear. I tend to go wild when shopping for an apology and gratitude gifts," Lucius said, levitating the bag with the two final gifts to Molly. "The last two are for your oldest two sons. Bill and Charlie, am I right?"

"Oh, how can we ever thank you, Lucius?" Molly asked warmly from across the dinner table.

"There's no need, Molly," Lucius said, beaming at her and flicked his hand her way to gesture that she didn't need to do anything for him or his family. "This dinner is absolutely lovely."

"Oh, thank you, Lucius," Molly said, flushing slightly from the compliment to her dinner.

As dinner finished, Harry ran his gifts up to his room and thanked Lucius again. He gave Draco a kiss goodbye and watched as Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy walked out of the wards and apparated back to Malfoy Manor. "Have a good night, Draco," he said, embracing Draco in a big cuddly hug.

"You too, have a good night, Harry," Draco said, hugging back like it was the last hug he'd ever get. "And tell me when you want to start using the lube, it could expire at any moment," he said smoothly.

Harry blushed. He didn't know how to answer that at all.

"Bye now," Draco said and leaned forward to kiss Harry slowly but passionately, and Harry kissed back with the same amount of love that he could muster. As Draco ended the quick kiss, he turned and walked towards his parents.

Harry couldn't help but stare at Draco's ass as Draco walked after his parents, watching it move as he walked. When he caught himself staring, he blushed and headed back inside up to Ron's room. Although, when he came to George's door, he couldn't help but peek in. Harry discerned George was crying, he crept inside the bedroom and frowned. "George?" he called silently.

George looked up at Harry with tears streaming down his face. He turned away from him, not wanting to talk to anybody about why he feels so down. It's an obvious reason, actually.

Harry walked over to George and sat on his bed. He placed a hand on his shoulder and sighed. "I know you miss him, George," he started. "I understand what you're going through. I've lost so many people who I card for recently. We all have."

"I-It's like a part of me is missing," George said sadly but then began to sob. His heart wrenched for the return of his twin, his brother, his best friend.

Harry rubbed soothing circles around George's back and sighed. "He would want you to stop hurting yourself, George. His death wasn't your fault. He would want you to get better, to continue with the shop, to fall in love, to live life to your fullest as he won't be able to."

"Those are some strong words of advice, Harry," George said, wiping away the tears but they just kept on coming. "Thanks."

"It's the least I can do for a fellow Gryffindor and brother," Harry said in a soothing voice and patted George's fluffy hair. "Can I see... your arms?" he asked softly.

George hesitated but held out his arms to Harry. Harry looked up at George for reassurance and when he got a nod, he slowly pulled George's long sleeve top up past his elbow and he sighed sadly. There were ten freshly made cuts, as well as scars from who knows how long. "Oh, George," He said sadly, pulling the older boy into a hug. "How long ago did you do the latest cuts?"

"Only last night," George whispered, holding back a sob. It's hard to control his emotions. All he does and can do is cry and feel so down but he wants to stop that.

"Just let it all out George," Harry said in a soothing voice. "Trust me, you'll feel much better after." George let all the tears out, all the tears his body processed until there were none left. It took an hour of crying for him to stop.

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Poor George. :c

Let's see what happens next on 'Scorching Love'. 

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