Circumstances of Change

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, not mine. Nor is the title. Thanks to Meagan for that!!
Warnings: Selective Weasley and Dumbledore bashing; Severitus
Beta'd by: Meagan! Thanks so very much!!!!
A/N: I believe that after this chapter, there will only be roughly two more chapters. Including the Epilogue. Which kinda sucks that I can't logically make it stretch so that it's longer, but it would be really boring if I tried that so I won't. Finally, the scene in here, you may be able to guess which one *wink*, I was going to postpone, but I like it here. So you'll just have to get over it. Which I really don't think will be that hard to do. Also, I know that the birthday gifts are kinda sucky, but I couldn't think of anything. Okay, enough of my ramblings! Onward!
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Harry awoke the morning of his 17th birthday alone. Draco was not beside him and there was no note telling him where his boyfriend may have gone. He sighed and dragged himself out of bed. He showered, dressed, and made his way downstairs for breakfast. Well, more like lunch, judging by how light it was outside.

Still slightly depressed that his boyfriend had just left the bed this morning, Harry pushed open to door to the dining room. Surrounding a table piled with gifts was the entire DA, Ciara in Minerva's arms, Severus, Sirius, Remus, Bill, Charlie, Pansy, Blaise, Hagrid, and, at the front of the group, Draco.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" They chorused. Harry's spirits lifted instantly. He grinned as he was embraced by each person.

Draco was last. "You didn't think that I had just left you in bed by yourself, did you?" Harry ducked his head and blushed. "Hm, I thought as much," there was a small smirk on Draco's face as he spoke. "Never, my love," Draco whispered in his ear, kissing him quickly.

"No hogging the birthday boy, Draco!" Fred and George shouted.

"Seriously, Draco. There are gifts to be opened," Seamus added. Dean swatted the back of his head.

"You'll get mine later," the blond said softly as he let go of his boyfriend. Harry began at the top of the huge pile, over whelmed. He'd only ever seen this many gifts for his cousin Dudley.

He got to Severus', Sirius and Remus', and Hermione's gifts last. From Hermione he got a journal to write in. It was leather bound and completely ordinary, but he liked it all the same. From Sirius and Remus he got a photo album full of pictures they'd managed to find, probably in the castle. Not all of the pictures had his parents in them, some of them were family members he'd never known he had. There were even a few canvas paintings shrunk to fit in the album. Severus' gift was only partly a surprise. Draco had been telling Harry about pureblood traditions at a coming of age birthday. Normally, the father would present his son with a family ring. The ring would allow him access to anything of his family's without question. Sev handed him the ring in a ring box. It was silver, like the Potter family ring, and had the Snape family crest on it. He then handed Harry another box. In it was a ring of gold that combined the Snape and Potter family crests.

Harry grinned and put both rings on. The Potter/Snape ring went on his left index finger while the Snape ring went on his right middle finger, beside the Potter ring.

He spent the next couple of hours talking and laughing with his friends. It felt nice to 'forget' about the war and the people trying to kill him. Before she left, Cho pulled him to the side, away from everyone else.

"I wanted to talk to you about Draco. Now, don't you dare jump to conclusions like Padma thought you might. I'm extremly happy for the two of you. I'm just curious about why it is you've grown so close so quickly. I mean, you're both sleeping in the same bed from what I can gather through the others teasing you and you both call each other 'love'."

"You know, you're the first person to ask me about that. I was thinking about it a couple of days ago and I think I know why. I think it's because we both grew up in homes where affection wasn't given to us. And now we each have someone who's more than willing to give that affection," Harry shrugged.

Cho nodded. "That makes sense to me. But what about Snape?"

"It's kind of the same, actually. We were already close, not father/son close though. After that letter, I dunno, it just felt right to start calling him Dad, ya know?"

She nodded again. "Well, I'm happy for you as long as you're happy," she hugged him and turned to catch up with Katie and Angelina before they left.

"What was that?" Draco asked, stepping up behind Harry and putting his hands on the brunet's hips.

"With Cho? Nothing really, she was just curious about us and me and Dad and how we grew so close so fast."

"Hm. Okay then. Come on, back to the rest of the group so I don't get accused of hogging the birthday boy again," Draco pulled Harry over to what remained of the group.

Long after everyone else was gone, Harry lay on his bed smiling a little. He was waiting for Draco to come into the room to give him his birthday gift. He had an idea of what it might be from the books someone had been leaving on his desk in his office the past couple of days. Either that or the twins were trying to be annoying.

Harry tucked his arms behind his head and closed his eyes while he waited for Draco. He didn't hear the blond silently enter the room nor did he see the smile that passed over the Slytherin's features as he saw his boyfriend laying on the bed. Draco slid his shoes off of his feet and knelt on the bed. Harry's eyes flew open when the bed dipped beside him. Draco laughed a little.

"Not funny, Dragon."

"I'm sorry," he was still smiling as he said this so Harry wasn't inclined to believe him. Instead he turned his head away from Draco. The blond sighed dramatically and straddled the brunet's hips. He leaned forward and began trailing kisses from Harry's ear down over his collar bone. He kissed back up to the juncture of his neck and shoulder and bit him lightly. The brunet's neck arched a little. He kissed his way around the younger wizard's neck until he had to nudge his head out of the way.

The Gryffindor turned his head and put his hands on Draco's hips. The Slytherin kissed all the way up his neck and turned both of their heads to capture Harry's lips. Harry's grip tightened on Draco's hips as he deepened their kiss. Draco's hands, which had been idle, roamed down to the bottom of Harry's shirt and pushed it up. They broke their kiss long enough for Draco to pull the shirt completely off and take his own off. He laid his chest on Harry's as he recaptured the brunet's lips.

The two wizards took their time exploring each other's bodies. When both boys were so hard it hurt, and Draco was laying under Harry, Draco spoke. "Harry, I want you to take me," he reached into Harry's beside table drawer and pulled out a vial of lube.

Harry took the vial and looked straight into Draco's eyes. "Are you sure?" at Draco's nod, he began preparing his boyfriend. Once Draco started fucking himself on three of Harry's fingers, he pulled them out, lubed his cock and lined it up with Draco's entrance.

He pushed completely in in one thrust and stilled, both so Draco could adjust and so he could reign in his self control. "Please, Harry," Draco begged. Not needing to be asked twice, Harry pulled almost all the way back out and thrust back in. His thrusts kept speeding up and Draco rocked his hips to meet each one. Feeling his abdomen tighten as his orgasm grew closer, Harry reached down and began fisting the blond's cock in time with his thrusts. Draco's back arched as he came. Two thrusts later, Harry went rigid as he too, came.

The brunet collapsed next to the blond as both wizards tried to get their breathing back to normal. Draco curled up against Harry's side as the Gryffindor pulled the duvet up to cover them both. Both quickly fell asleep.

"He's dead!" Hermione announced, slamming the morning's copy of the Daily Prophet down on the table.

A/N: Okay, I wanted to address a couple of things right quick. Voldemort, though he wants to kill Harry, only backed out of killing him on his birthday because it's what Dumbledore wanted him to do and he doesn't want to be told by Dumbles what to do and when to do it. Yes, I know the story's rushed, but this is just the way it came to me, I can't help that. I know that their personalities vary every so often but I can't help it, again. It's the way it comes out. Finally, those of you who read my Three's Company story may be interested to know that I'm putting it on hiatus until I finish this story. I'm having trouble concentrating on both at once so I'm only doing one at a time. Also, I'm terribly sorry this took me so long to put out. I broke my arm and wrist about 3 weeks after the last chapter, thankfully after I'd already written most of this one. I still shouldn't be trying to use it now but this chapter wanted to be finished and who I am to deny my muse? On that note, the next one will take a little while to get out and should, hopefully, be longer than this one.