Story 4:What Does our Future Hold?

*hello everyone! I just want you to know that this story has very intimate sexual content, viewer discretion is advised*

"WHO IS HE?!" Dad yells.

"HES A FRIEND, JUST STOP OVERREACTING!" Mom screamed back. Mom was always having friends over when dad was away, though I didn't think they were friends. I didn't like mom, she was always mad at me, and she blamed dad on everything. She would come home every Friday and drink, and then when dad got home she would yell. I peaked through the door, looking at their partly concealed bodies.

Dad rubs his forehead, taking deep breaths. Dad always forgave mom, no matter how awful she was.

"I'm sorry Ginny, I didn't mean to raise my voice." Dad mutters.

"You know what Harry. I'm done with this." Mom hisses. "You don't deserve me, and I'm done with you always acting like I'm the bad guy. Albus thinks I'm bad and you think I'm bad, and I'm better off with Charles anyway." Mom says walking into her room.

"Ginny what does that mean?" Dad asks rushing into her room.

"It means that Charles isn't just a friend, and I'm done with you. You're just a man who thought he was more than he was and I can't believe I fell in love with you."

"So what your going to divorce me?" Dad asks, he sounds more scared than angry.

"Yes that's exactly what I'm saying. I'll leave tonight, we can go to court this weekend or something and you can have Albus." She says. She comes out of their room carrying two suitcase bulging with clothes and other randomly stuffed things. Dads hands are gliding through his hair, he looks like he might faint. I walk out, holding myself as high as I can.

"Are you guys breaking up?" I ask.

"Yes Albus, we don't get along." Mom says angry.

"So that's it? You're not even going to try to make this right? Not even for me? Not for Albus?" Dad asks as she walks to the door.

She yanks the door open, sitting her bags down and turning to dad and I.

"Have I not made myself clear?" She says. "I want nothing to do with you. Not you, not Albus." She walks out the door, not turning back before hopping in her car and driving off. Dad is angry, I can tell.

"Are you going to be okay dad?" I ask.

"Well. I-" he seems to be thinking of his response.

"I think it was obvious we weren't meant to be together." Dad says sounding very sad. I walk up and hug him as tight as I can. The Christmas break ended tomorrow, so I'd have to go back to Hogwarts while they hashed this out. It made me upset that I wouldn't get to be there.

He hugs me back smiling as if everything was normal.

"You've got a big day tomorrow. Don't let this ruin it. You'll have fun! The Christmas break is only a few months away now, and I'll write to you all the time." Dad says sending me to bed.

"Ok dad. I love you."

"I love you too Albus, goodnight." He said back.

I cry all night sleeping very little and wishing I could go back in time and stop them from ever getting together in the firs place. At least I'd see Scorpius and Hugo and rose and Fred and Roxanne. That'd cheer me up. Maybe.

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The supper hall is screaming with activity after our first day back. A feast sits in front of us, All the food replenishing magically. Scorpius recounts his parents divorce after I tell about mine. Everyone is sad, especially The Weasley children, since they saw my mother all the time. They all tell me it'll be alright, and I know it will. I woke up quite happy in the morning, despite the previous nights events.

"For some reason I'm not sad. I just know they weren't meant to be together." I say sipping pumpkin juice. We all agreed that even though the thanksgiving break was quite short-only two days- that we would sped it at my house. My house was the biggest and my room had bunk beds for sleepovers. Roxanne and Rose of course were always invited, though they only came sometimes which suited us boys fine. The classes go by in a blur after lunch, food sitting in our bellies. And soon it's dinner time, and I'm becoming the center of attention again. We decided that since we were all going to my house for the break and my dad had agreed to it, that we would leave our stuff here and slimply use the muggle clothes at house Potter. Dad and I deemed it house Potter, since it was too grand to just be "my house." We thought the name gave it some shine.

When the day let's out and the children are all practically running out the door, we all go and wait for our parents to show up. Mr. Malfoy shows up, grabbing Scorpius and I. Roxanne Hugo, Rose and Fred were all going to ride with Mr. George. Mr. Malfoy greets us kindly, tipping his head to me and smiling at Scorpius.

"How was school lads?" He asks with a smile.

"It went by quicker than expected." Scorpius says pulling the door shut.

"No luggage?" Mr. Malfoy looks worried.

"Oh well we figured we'd just borrow the stuff from Albus' house, since we're all staying there anyway."

Mr. Malfoy nods and smiles.

"How are you Albus? I heard about you parents, I'm deeply sorry." He says.

"Im good all things considered. I don't think they were right for each other." I say. He nods.

"I understand better than most."

When we arrive home, Scorpius and I rush through the door laughing and running up the stairs.

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I walk up the stairs hesitantly. I wondered if he'd even want me in his house. I reach my hand for the door, letting my knuckles gently rap against the wood. The door flings open and Harry is there with a baby in hand, a toddler attached to his leg, and a sucker in his hair. My breath catches. I'd missed him terribly. I only just now realized.

"Oh bloody hell." Harry says. "It's been a while." He laughs. The toddler is tugging at his pant leg.

"Dada, dad, daaaaaaaddd." The child whimpers. The baby is a little girl, nestled in the crook of Harry's arm, with a bottle in her mouth.

"What Severus?" He asks the toddler.

"Can yoo. Pease. Tewl Albus to stop goin in da bafoom? My toys are havin a seeket meeting." The toddlers whines. A teenager walks over, grabbing the toddler from Harry's pantleg.

"I got him dad." The boy says smiling at me. He walks forward extending a hand.

"James." The boy introduces himself.

"I'm Seferus." The toddler says grinning.

"Nice to meet the both of you. I'm Draco Malfoy." I say with a smile to the boy.

"So your the Malfoy guy my dad always talks about." James mutters.

"Well go on and take care of the child would you." Harry hisses shooing James away with one hand. I laugh.

"You look like a busy man." I say. It pains me, but he doesn't look in the mood for guests.

"Oh no please come in. Watch the floor for stray legos." He laughs.

"Legos?" I ask.

"Oh right, um. Small brick shaped blocks." He says.

"Muggle toy?" I ask. He nods looking back at me. We go into an empty parlor, free of noise.

"Good lord it's never quiet. God bless your son for keeping Albus busy." He laughs. "He and James never quit fighting." The door opens and four kids run upstairs.

"That'd be George and Angelina, and Ron and Hermione's kids." He says. "There's always one more kid." He says looking at the baby with a smile.

"Who's the baby?" I ask.

"Lily." He sighs. "I swear she's going to be a force to be reckoned with." He breaths and laugh, and for a second I feel my future. And I want it to be with him.

"She looks just like you." I say. The green of his eyes glows bright in hers, and her hair-what little there is- is a warm brown. He smiles.

"I'm very sorry about you and Ginny." I say before realizing that a month probably wasn't enough time to recover. He doesn't seem to mind it though.

"If I'm being completely honest, I'm happy about it. You should've seen her leave. She just grabbed a bag stuffed it and walked away." He looks sad. "She just left, like it had no effect on her. And it didn't. I was so sad for so long, she wasn't worth it."

"I understand the feeling." I say remembering the days of my divorce. Awful stuff. I sip a glass of water he set in front of me

"And then I went on a few dates with this guy named Dan." I choke, holding the water in. Quickly I swallow.

"Come again?" I ask voice raspy.

"Oh. Well I'm sort of gay now." He says laughing. "I figured you'd have know. Albus never shuts up about it. He once told our waiter I was gay, just because he was proud of it. I haven't got a clue why either." He looks uneasy. Does he think-

"I'm gay as well." I blurt out. We make eye contact, and then out of no where crack up. Harry laughs loud and warm, and I smile bright without effort.

"Good lord you'd have thought we would've been a couple by now." Harry laughs. He realizes what he said, and then rushes to fix it. "I mean not that we should like go out or anything. I just meant-"

"Do you want to grab dinner tonight? I've got a maid on retainer for Scorpius. I could tip her extra to watch the kids for an hour or two." I say cutting him off. I look into his eyes with earnest.

"Are you sure you want to go to dinner with me?" He says, flabbergasted. I laugh.

"No I think I'll call up Neville Longbottom.Yes I'd love to go to dinner with you." I say with a gentle smile. He looks me up and down, a smile brimming on his lips.

"I'd be happy to go to dinner with you." He says with a smile.

"Lovely I'll call the maid."

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We decide to go to a restaurant a little ways away, to try something new. With it being night time on a Friday, most of the restaurants are full, but we find a nice one after driving for a bit in my car. Draco seemed to think it was an amazing, the car. It was his first time in a muggle automobile, and he looked around the car the whole time. I just smile, looking forward. The restaurant buzzes with activity. It's a muggle restaurant which throws Draco off guard. I grin. The hostess seats us, I smile and thank her. She hardly looks at me, looking at Draco instead. I don't blame her, he's in a white shirt with a sleeveless black vest over it. Black pants and glossy black shoes. The vest has a green and silver handkerchief poking out of the breast pocket. He has a matching tie, wound round his neck. His hair is ruffled. He looks breathtaking. He looks at the menu, relaxed in his chair.

"What in the bloody hell, are chicken fingers?" He gasps. I laugh quietly. Our waitress appears from around the corner. She is vibrant, her black and white uniform makes her red hair pop. She has fake lashes on, and a lot of makeup, but she's still quite pretty.

"I'm Audrey, can I get you anything to drink?" She asks, extended to Draco. He looks at me with widened, fearful eyes. Oh right, this was a muggle restaurant.

"I'll have a glass of Pinot Noir please, and a water." I say. "And he'll have a glass of bourbon with a water as well." I say. I sure hoped he liked whiskey.

Draco scoots into his chair scared.

"What do I do?" He asks. He looks up and down the menu. Audrey returns with our drinks. She sits the bourbon down in front of him, and places my wine on the edge of the table. She sits the waters with my wine.

"Are you ready to order?" She asks looking to Draco.

"Uh-um. No not quite." He mumbles. She walks away giving us more time. He hastily jerks his chair towards me barraging me with questions.

"What is a Texas club? Or a Reuben?" He asks. A sharp gasp fills his throat. "They serve hot dog here?" I can't contain a laugh.

"It's just a name Draco. It's not actually dog. A Texas club is a sandwich, so is a Reuben. You'd like both." I say glancing at the menu. He nods. The waitress walks up. She looks at Draco.

"Are you ready to order?" She asks him alone.

"Um. You go first."he says to me.

"I'll have the mushroom ravioli please." I say. She scribbles it down, turning back to Draco.

"Uh-I suppose I'll have the-um- Chicken pot pie?" He asks looking at me.

"Ok, I'll get that right in." She says, turning away.

I smile sipping my wine.

"What is this anyway?" Draco mutters,sniffing the bourbon.

"It's similar to Dragon Barrel Brandy." I say. He sips it.

"No its not. It's not nearly as strong." He mumbles. I laugh.

"It's too strong for most people." I say. Audrey comes with our food, setting the dishes in front of us.

"So. How is it raising all of them?" Draco asks warmly.

I think for a moment, taking a bite of ravioli. Watching him pick at his pot pie is hilarious.

"I guess I always thought Ginny would be right there with me. You should've seen her in court." I say, anger bubbling in my stomach. I pop another ravioli in my mouth.

Draco raises an eyebrow, curious.

I try to elaborate.

"She didn't even try to get custody, she just wanted my money, and she moved on. Her new boyfriend was there, she was sitting with him and his kid. It was like she moved on already." I say.

If anyone would understand it'd be him. It still felt odd to talk about, the feelings were often kept in until I popped in front of Ron or Hermione or George.

"Well I mean she's gone now. And you've got me." He smirks. We talk for a long time, eating our food and just asking about the little things, favorite color, class, teachers. All of it. Rooting out old history and rewriting new. I pay the tab and we walk out. Draco grins to himself, the waitress had slipped her number to him and at the same time he had leaned over and kissed me. She had quickly retreated to the back and I had been flustered the rest of the meal.

We walk back to my car, pulling open the doors. We hop in and I crank up the radio as we drive home. Draco's hand slides over to my own holding it gently in his.

"I always liked you Potter." He says looking forward. The way he says my name makes me smile every time.

"I liked you too malfoy." I say with a smile. We pull into the drive, everyone inside unaware that we had.

"You know." I start. "I might have had too much wine." I say.

"Really?" He asks. "What's your point?"

"Well. I might want to do something I may regret come morning time." I mumble. He grins understanding. He leans over the seat grabbing my shirt collar and pulling me to him. His lips crush against mine. I dig around the side of the seat without opening my eyes. I find the lumbar support bar, and jerk it back, making the seat flatten out. He grabs my hips lifting me and pulling me over him. He lays on the driver seat leaning up to kiss me.

"Wow Malfoy." I gasp Breathing heavy. He flips me over onto the seat, sinking his hands up my shirt with rapid speed. His fingers undo the buttons quickly, and then he's kissing my neck. He presses his lips to the skin, I groan. He smiles quickening at the sound. I grab his tie pulling him to my lips. I undo the buttons of his vest, slipping it off his shoulders. He pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it away. He kisses me again and again, everywhere. I don't want to have sex, not yet anyway. And for some reason he knows that. I kiss him warmly smiling. I feel his tongue sink into my mouth. I moan loudly. My tongue joins his, and I feel his groan vibrate in my mouth. He pins me to the seat holding my arms up as he kisses my chest. He kisses my waistband, his hands leave my arms to clutch my hips. He leans back to my lips kissing me again. I sit up pushing him back into the steering wheel.

"Jesus Potter." He chokes. He lets me press into him. He lays back against the seat, watching me climb over him. I sit over his pelvis kissing him. My hands explore him as we kiss. I feel over every bump, scar, and birth mark. His hands are on my thighs, holding them down to his hips. My lips meet his again, and this time we clash with force and need and want all mixed together. His tongue searches around my mouth, mine meets his. I moan. I fall back, weakened. He crawls over me again, his tongue back in my mouth with major persistence.

"Mmmmmmm." I groan. "M-M-Malfoy."

His hands feel around my chest, running over my clenched back muscles. He kisses me harder, pushing me into the leather. I can't move, I can feel myself stiffening with every groan. His tongue is deep in my mouth, and I can hardly breath. I kiss him back my hands tucking under his waistband. He lowers himself, letting his pelvis run over mine. I grab his shoulders, gasping. His tongue slips deeper in my mouth, his taste fills my throat.

"Mmf!" I gasp. His hands clutch my hips, pushing me hard into the seat.

His lips hunt down my jawline, tracing down my collar bone. I shudder. The car fills with a beeping noise and I sit up. Shit. We needed to be back now. We dress quickly, laughing and giving soft kisses as we pass each other shirts and ties and vests. We run into the house, Draco tips his maid several hundred dollars.

"So sorry we were late Dana." He whispers. She gasps at the money.

"Bless you Mr. Malfoy. Have a lovely evening." She whispers. He nods. She leaves and I head to each of the kids rooms to check on them. Everyone is asleep.

"So I suppose I should-" Draco starts in a whisper. I grab his hand pulling him to my bedroom. I dig around pulling out night clothes a size to large for me. I hand them to him turning my back. I feel his arms wrap around my waist. His arms cross around my stomach, long fingers lifting my shirt.

"I'll help you undress." Draco whispers in my ear. He pulls my shirt off gently, I feel his fingers caressing my ribs. His thumb traces each bone, and his pointer finger then sinks under my waist band. His undoes the buttons on my pants,they sink to the ground. I step into my pajama pants, Draco smiles. His fingers are gliding down my collar bone now. The way he curves around me feels so amazing.

"Has no one ever touched you?" He asks. I shake my head too flabbergasted to speak. His fingers trace my jawline, press against my hip bones, explore my abdomen. I feel the warm cotton of my shirt slipping down over my head. I slip my arms into the shirt smiling. I turn around to see Draco shirtless. My breath catches, so much muscle. The pants are loose around his hips, and I can see his V line. Heat flushes my face. He smirks.

"On second thought you should loose the shirt." He says.

He pulls the shirt off, over my arms. We climb in bed, he spoons me into him.

"How the hell did we get here?" I ask with a quiet laugh.

"Too much wine." He jokes.

His lips touch my neck. I slowly fade to sleep.

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When I wake up I don't hear anyone downstairs. I get up grabbing my phone off it's charger and tucking it in my pocket. I walk down the wooden stairs, being careful not to slip. Dads usually up by now, working his ass of. He was so stressed all the time now, waking up at four in the morning just to make sure everything was still working. I hated mom for doing this to him. I wonder why he hadn't woken up. I peak into his room, then choke smacking my hand over my mouth and jumping back. Mr. Malfoy was in there. I peak through the door again, seeing Mr. Malfoy holding Dad warmly. He was propped up on his elbow, watching dad sleep. Did they-? Nope nope James don't even think about it, I tell myself. The covers are pulled back enough for me to see that their both wearing pants. I quietly sigh. Mr. Malfoy rolls over onto his back closing his eyes with a bright smile on his lips. Dad rolls over snuggling into Mr. Malfoy's side. Mom never let dad get close. Maybe it felt good for someone to hold him for a change. I slip to the side, and let my knuckles click against the door.

"Dad?" I ask innocently.

"Shh." Comes a very quiet voice. "Come in." It whispers.

I crack open the door, seeing Mr. Malfoy sliding a small pillow under Dad to imitate his body. He was making sure dad stayed asleep. Mom wasn't ever like that. She always had him wake up to make her food, or go get gas, or start the coffee. Mr. Malfoy quickly grabs his shirt off the floor and nudges me out the door. He gently pulls the door shut behind him. I raise a brow.

"How late were you up?" I ask. I cringe unintentionally at the thought of what they were doing.

"Not past nine. And no we didn't do what you think we did." He breaths a laugh. "I'm not that trashy kid" he says quietly.

"I didn't mean-I just didn't know why you were trying to keep him asleep." I mutter.

"I've been hear one day and I'm more tired than I've been in a long time. He needs a break." Mr. Malfoy says. "He does a lot, and doesn't ever stop. He just needs to catch up on sleep a little." He whispers.

"I'm starving." I mumble, my stumbling grumbling.

I scratch the back of my head. "Sorry that was rude."

"No no, not at all. I'll make breakfast for all of you. Albus and Scorpius and the rest of them will be up soon anyway." He says kindly. Lily starts crying. Mr. Malfoy hustles up the stairs, trying to be quiet. He comes back down, rocking lily.

"Bottle?" He whispers. I go to the small wood pantry, grabbing a can of instant formula and mixing it into a bottle. I hand it to him. I walk over to the couch and turn on the TV. I turn the volume down super low.

"Bloody Hell what is that?" He whisper yells.

"You don't have a television?" I ask.

"Is it a muggle thing?" He asks approaching the cartoons on screen.

"Yes, you can watch all sorts of things. It's for entertainment." I say.

"Oh." He stares at the cartoons for a while before retreating to the kitchen. He holds lily in one arm, and uses the same hand to keep the bottle steady.

I watch him walk around, grabbing flour, eggs, butter, sugar, and all sorts of ingredients from around the kitchen. He digs around for a while, finding pots and pans. He turns the stove on, and then goes to the counter. I walk over, sit at the counter, and watch him work. He cracks eggs, pours milk, melts butter, measures flour and sugar, and then stirs it all up in a large bowl. He pours the batter into a pan with vegetable oil. The pan is huge, it looked like he was making a giant pancake. He digs around in the fridge before pulling out a package of bacon and peeling at least a dozen pieces off. He tosses the bacon into a pan with oil, and turns the heat up. All one handed, while feeding lily.

He moves around the kitchen fluidly, wiping flour and grease on his pant legs. While the pancake cooks, he quietly slips back into dads room and changes, coming out in a white shirt, black pants, black socks, and an unbuttoned vest. His shirt is mostly unbuttoned, in fact only three button in the middle are done up. He wipes more flour on his shirt. I hear someone coming down the stairs.

"What's for breakfast-hey Mr. Malfoy!" I quickly rush to Albus.

"Shh. Dad's asleep."

"Oh." He whispers. He goes to the couch to watch TV.

"What are you doing here dad?" Scorpius asks.

"Mr. Potter and I went on a date last night and I stayed over." He says flipping the pancake one handed.

"Oh. Cool!" Scorpius says running to watch TV. I here Severus whining, I go to stand, but Mr. Malfoy stops me.

He hustles up the stairs, and comes back with a very happy Severus. Severus clutches his hand as he wobbles down the stairs.

"Look James look. Mr. Malfoy stayed over!" He says. Then quickly he shushes me. "Shhh dads still asleep." He says. He trots over to the couch and lays down, watching TV with the other kids. Fred, Roxanne, Hugo and Rose come downstairs, greet Mr. Malfoy, and then go to the TV. Mr. Malfoy cuts the stove off and slides the giant pancake onto a plate. The bacon comes next, and he sits it on a different plate.

"What type of eggs everyone? James take orders please." He says. Dads door opens and dad comes out, his shirt is on but the buttons are all off by one or two notches so his shirt has a bunch of weird gaps. He yawns and walks into the kitchen. He sees Mr. Malfoy and stops short.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you left." He says yawning again.

"Nope." Mr. Malfoy says with a smirk. Dad smiles and walks over saying hi to lily. He hugs Mr. Malfoy gently from behind and then goes over to the coffee pot. He pours the beans in, then the water, and then presses the brew button. I walk around getting everyone's egg orders, and then hand it to Mr. Malfoy.

"Much obliged." He says taking the slip. I go to watch TV and in a few minutes he sits a steaming hot plate with a slice of pancake, eggs, and bacon, along with a glass of OJ to go with it. He brings everyone else their plates and we sit at the small coffee table in the family room. Dad and Mr. Malfoy sit at the counter, sipping coffee and talking. I like Mr. Malfoy. He deserved dad in a way mom never did. And he obviously cared for dad. I wanted them to be something. I would try to make it so.

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"Just wear a suit." James says.

"No no. Too formal. Dress like you always do." Hermione adds.

"Just bloody wear what you want you know he'll like anything you put on." Ron grumbles.

"Couldn't hurt to dress formal." George mumbles. I dig around in my closet more, pulling out shirts and pants. Hermione dig around with me until she and Angelina both agree on an outfit. A deep red shirt, with black pants and a Gryffindor handkerchief to go in the breast pocket. Brown shoes with a glossy sheen. Fred comes in with a grin.

"You know he's just gonna tear off anything you wear right." He laughs. I smack him, shooing him out as he snickers.

We all hop into Hermione and Ron's car, waving goodbye to the sitter and the kids. They were all at my house to make it easier. The sitter waves, her last shred of hope disappearing. We drive off. I'm sitting in the passenger seat, staring out the window. I feel someone tap my shoulder and look back.

"Relax Harry." Hermione says quietly.

I look down to see my leg tapping madly, my fingers rapping on my thigh in a rapid rhythm. I slow the tapping of my feet and fingers.

It didn't matter how many times we went out to dinner, I was always scared. Like Ginny. I knew he'd leave eventually. He would find someone else and I'd be alone again. It hurt me to know this, but I couldn't avoid the truth.

"Harry bloody hell." George says. "You've been dating for over a year now." He mumbles. We arrive at the restaurant , it's a gorgeous place, with a grand chandelier hanging in the center, and high cathedral ceilings. It was a gorgeous restaurant, maybe he was simply paying for me to have one really good meal before he broke it off with me. Or maybe- no I couldn't think about that. We walk up to the small host counter. The restaurant buzzed with life, Christmas decorations filling the rom with warmth and happiness. I stand back with Ron, and Fred, as Hermione and Angelina talk to the hostess. I loved the Christmas season. James and Albus had come back for the Christmas break so the house was loud again, and it was my first Christmas in a serious relationship with Draco. The hostess leads us to a table, Draco is already seated. The table is right next to a wall of glass, so we get a lovely view of the streets, lit up with Christmas lights. I sit by Draco. I wrap my arms around him, he hugs me tightly.

"Hello Potter." He says nervously. So he really was going to break up with me. My stomach flips.

"Hi" I whispers relieving myself from his grasp. He notices my mood, but doesn't ask. He looks at the menu, eyes flashing from me, to the Weasleys, to me again. I look at my menu, unable to see anything. My phone buzzes.

"We should talk after dinner." From Draco. I can't breathe.

Please. I pray. Please just give me a few more weeks.

Draco glances to Hermione, she smiles and nods her head. I feel anger for a second but I probably just imagined it. A woman comes to take our orders, I pick the first thing off the menu and hand her mine. She takes the laminated folder from my hand, walking away. I sip water and stay quiet while they talk. Draco's hand walks over to my thigh. He lays his hand palm up. An invitation? I slip my hand into his looking over to him. He smiles brightly, slipping his hand out of mine to get a drink. What the hell. Was he breaking up with me or not. Our food arrives and I eat without tasting a thing. I look down to see I got soup. I didn't even notice. Hermione makes little gestures to Draco throughout the whole meal, and I find myself feeling betrayed. When we are done eating and pay the tab, we go on a walk around the little shopping center. It's pretty outside tonight, especially with all of the shops covered in Christmas decorations. Draco and I hold hands swinging them back and forth. The rest of them are behind us, but when we come up on the bridge they all join us and we look at the stars.Hermione gasps and points in the sky. I don't see what she's pointing at, but George Ron and Angelina all seem to.

"What where?!" I say looking up blindly around the sky. I don't see anything! What were they looking at? They stop pointing and I frown, disappointed I didn't see whatever it was they all saw. I turn around ready to leave. Draco is on one knee. I freeze. What? Wait he was breaking up with me. Was he nervous this whole time because he-because he was proposing? He breathes a laugh opening a small black box covered in velvet. He opens in to reveal two gorgeous rings. One is gold, with a small lion engraved in it. Carved in calligraphy are the words "you are the Gryffindor to my slytherin. You are the lily to my James." I gasp. The others ring is silver, with the words "luckiest man in the world." Engraved into it, also in calligraphy. Tears well up in my eyes. Draco looks into my eyes, and the whole world is just gone, an empty void of black. I can't look around to see where everyone went, there is only Draco and I.

"Harry." He whispers. "I love you more than anything. And I-"

"Wait." I cut in. "I thought you were breaking up with me." I whisper back.

He laughs out loud.

"How on earth could you possibly think that?" He asks, worry flashing his eyes.

"I never deserved you, I knew that once you realized that I wasn't "The chosen one greatest wizard of all time" that you would leave me." I say tears spilling over. He jumps up pulling me to his chest.

"You're wrong Potter. You are more that the chosen one. Because your my chosen one." He says holding me so tight I have to breathe through my mouth. I choke.

"Your so cheesy." I sob. He laughs.

"I love you so much. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He whispers getting back down on one knee again.

"Will you marry me Harry?" He asks. I can't speak. I only bob my head up and down sobbing. Suddenly the black fades and I see the world again. Ron and George and Hermione and Angelina all laughing and hugging us. Draco grabs my hand, slipping the ring onto my ring finger. He pulls me in kissing me warmly. I laugh against his lips kissing him back.

"Ugh. Fags. Can't stand em."

Draco shoots up.

"Mind yourself." He says.

"Why?" Replies a tall blonde man, with bulky shoulders and a heavy build. Two other men tag along.

"Because I'll beat you and your little friends into the ground. You don't talk to my fiancé like that." He growls. I blush at the word fiancé.

"Oh tell your little boyfriend he can go fuck himself." The man laughs.

"This is your last warning." Draco sneers.

The man peeks behind Draco laughing at me.

"Don't worry fag, I'm sure you've got a lot of little gay friends you can go paint your nails with." He laughs. Draco's fist catches his nose, and I hear it snap. The man jumps up, busting Draco's lip.Draco hits him so hard in the head he must see stars.The other two men pursue him, he kicks one in the face and punches the other one so hard in the stomach it might bruise his ribs.

"You should listen next time. Stupid bastards." He growls. He turns back to me, lip bleeding heavily, and a deep purple bruise forming on his forehead. I run to him.

"Are you ok?" I gasp. He nods smiling.

"I got to defend my fiancé for the first time." He smirks.

"Oh you show off. I guess your my show off." I say faking a frown. I pull him close to me by his tie, reaching up to wipe the blood from his lip. I grab my red handkerchief and press it to the cut.

"Hold it there." I say.

"Thank you sweetheart." He says with a grin. I blush.

"All right good lord, cut the sexual tension would you." Fred says cutting in. "I want to go home and nap with your baby." He says.

"Last one to the car has to do desert for the kids!" Fred yells dashing to the car. Ron sprints after him. Hermione rolls her eyes talking to Angelina.

"I swear their like children." I grab Draco's hand and pull him into a run.

"What are we doing?" He laughs.

"Well I don't want to make desert for them!"I laugh.

"Bye ladies! Have fun racing!" I laugh running to the car My new wedding ring on my finger.

I hear the girls streak and start running. They look hilarious yanking their dresses up and dashing across the courtyard in high heels. Fred races across the yard, grabs Angelina off the ground, and sprints for the car.

"That's bloody cheating!" Ron yells racing towards Hermione. He grabs her, running hard towards the car. Free wins and Ron complains the whole ride home. We decide that they should all stay at my house. Well Draco and I's now.

We walk into the house and James, Scorpius, Albus, Severus, Rose, and Roxanne come running down the stairs.

"Are they married!?" Severus shrieks.

"Yes. And uncle Ron is going to make you desert." I say with a smile. Fred hops up the stairs and comes back down with lily. He loved lily, it was truly funny how much they adored each other. He plops down on the couch, holding lily in the crook of his arm and falling sleep almost instantly. Angelina sits in an armchair beside him, and Roxanne sits on his stomach with a bowl of ice cream.

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Late, when everyone has gone to sleep. I clean up in the kitchen washing the dishes and sticking them in the dishwasher. Draco grins and grabs me by my waist.

"Save the dishes for later." He whispers seductively in my ear. Heat flushes my face, and i can't think straight.

"Bedroom." He whispers pulling me by my hand to the bed room. The second the door is closed he slams me into the wall, lips pressing against my neck. He unbuttons my shirt in record speed. He looks up to me as he kisses my collar bone, chest, ribs, stomach. He slips down to his knees, kissing the just barely visible part of my v-line. His fingers slide down into my waistband and he stands again. He flips my legs out from under me, setting me on the ground in between his legs. He pokes his head over my shoulder, looking down as he unbuttons my pants. I don't think, I can't for some reason. The love I feel for him has transformed into a dire need. A thirst that needs to be quenched now. Right now. His hand slips down into my pants. I feel him touching me there.

"Haa-aah-aah Draco..."I groan. I clench his pant legs on either side of me. He begins slowly moving his hand up and down over my strained erection.

"Nng, agh-haa!" I moan, trying to keep quiet. My head jerks back over his shoulder, my back arches and I lift up, unable to control the pleasure.

"Woah." He whispers sounding startled. He moves faster, trying to get a stronger reaction. I grit my teeth, refusing. His hand jerks harder.

"Nnnn-nnnng." I groan, my back arches up again. I look back, pressing my lips to his. His tongue is in my mouth, feeling around every corner. His tongue wraps around mine, my hands clench in his hair pulling him closer as his hand jerks faster and faster. He stops quickly to practically rip his shirt off. He pulls me back against his bare chest, his hand moving fast on me. He starts kissing me again, he sucks on my neck, his tongue is back in my mouth, I feel his teeth gently bite my lower lip. The tip of his tongue touches down on the bite.

"Draco." I pant.

"Huh?" He breathes moving faster on me.

"Do-ha-ha-I want-nng" I can't get a coherent sentence out.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks.

"No!" I whisper yell. His hand keeps going down hard on me.

"I-ah-I want you-nnggg-ha-ha-ha" his hand isn't stopping, his other hand is running up my chest touching my faint muscle.

"You want me? Like-like that?" He asks hesitantly.

"Y-ye-AGH-yes I do. If you want me-haaa-haa-too." His hand isn't slowing at all, and I'm on the verge of an erection.

"Oh god Draco. I'm going-nnnnng-harder. Oh god I'm going to-mmmmm."

He doesn't stop, instead he kisses me as his hand moves.

"I love you. I love you so so much." He whispers, smiling as he kisses me.

"Aaahhhhh." I gasp I feel it leaves me. "Nnnnnngggg-haaaaa" I groan. He kisses me harder, he shoves me over looking at me.

"Your sure?" He asks.

"I'm sure." I whisper. He pushes inside of me.

"Ow-ah" I say gritting my teeth. It hurts.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks.

"No! Just go slow." I whisper. He pushes into me again, I moan. He begins to move faster. I gasp, the feeling is amazing. The pain is destroyed by the love I feel for him.

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When I wake up Harry's spooned into me, naked. God last night... amazing. I loved him so much. He rolls over in his sleep right into my face. I laugh quietly. His eyes flutter open. A huge smile dawns on his face.

"Good morning." He says very happily.

"Good morning Mr. Malfoy." I say with a grin. Harry malfoy. It had a nice ring to it.

*part two coming soon*