Harry Comes Home

WARNING!! This will contain lots of HOT BOY ON BOY action, and if you don’t like it, then don’t read it. Plus, as of now, I don’t know what the sex will contain. Actually, I don’t know much about this story. I’m just flying by the seat of my pants, and the story goes where it goes, I guess. So there’s gonna be the normal M/M Slash, oral, HJ, anal, UST, etc. Warnings will be edited if anything changes. Just pay attention to them with each update, just in case. Thanks!

SUMMARY: After defeating Voldermort, Harry has a bit of nervous breakdown and leaves for what everyone thinks is short holiday. When Harry does come home, things have changed, and the one person in the world that he would never imagine vouching for him, is.

PAIRINGS: H/D, R/Hr, and maybe others.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Okay, so here’s the second chapter. On with the story!
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Chapter 2: Meanwhile…

Hermione Granger sat on the couch in the living room of her muggle London flat worrying her bottom lip. She sent an owl to Harry asking him home for his twenty-first birthday, and hoped beyond all hope that Harry responded before his birthday this time.

Last year she sent a letter asking him if he was coming back for his birthday, but he didn’t reply until after said day. Ever since then Hermione had an idea of why Harry was avoiding his friends, and didn’t want to crowd him. All the same she sent him an owl as often as she could. He’d already missed too much: Ron’s birthday, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and the wedding. Not Bill and Fleur’s wedding (he attended that one), but hers and Ron’s. ‘It’s been almost a year since we said our vows,’ she thought wistfully.

Hermione really wanted to wait until Harry came home before they got married, but Ron flat out told her that he wouldn’t wait any longer. She felt as though they were betraying Harry by living there lives just fine without him, while he was god knows where feeling anxious and alone. But they married anyway, and move into their own flat not long after.

But this year she was more anxious then she’s ever been, wanting Harry home more then ever! She had an amazing gift that she didn’t want him to miss!

She sent the owl out hours ago, and the later it got the more nervous she became. It was probably very early in the morning, and she knew she needed the rest, but she wanted to wait until Hedwig came. She knew Harry would send Hedwig, and it was just a matter of time until she would be pecking at her window. If she had to stay up late every night she would! Her news for Harry was that important!

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of feet padding softly on the hard wood floor.

“Hermione?” asked a sleepy Ron from the hallway.

“In here,” replied Hermione tiredly. She really did need to get some sleep.

“What’re you still doing up?” he asked. When she didn’t reply, he continued, “He won’t reply tonight, you know. Hedwig will get here, but right now you really need to get some rest, love.” Ron came over and wrapped Hermione in a warm, loving embrace. She melted into the arms of her husband, grateful that, even after all these years, he could finally read her.

“I know. But I just don’t want him to miss any more, especially this!” she cried mournfully into Ron’s chest, wetting his shirt with her tears.

Ron held her tightly, feeling the same. Life just wasn’t the same without this best mate. He wanted Harry to be his best man at the wedding, but instead had given that task to Seamus Finnegan. He wasn’t willing to put the wedding off any longer and pushed to have it done. He knew Harry would understand.

He remembered the times that he and Harry talked about Ron’s love for Hermione. A few days before Harry destroyed Voldermort they sat outside talking about it

“Ron, when are you gonna tell her?”

“Tell who what, Harry?” Ron asked in confusion.

“Don’t play dumb, mate. When are you going to tell her you like her?”

“Tell who?”

“Hermione!”

“Oh. You reckon I should?”

“Yeah. I think it’s time.”

A few hours later, ecstatic squealing could be heard all throughout the Burrow as Hermione Granger showed her excitement at being asked out by one Ron Weasley. Apparently she had been crushing on him for quite some time.

Ron smiled fondly at the memory. It wasn’t the best time to ask his future wife out, seeing as Harry could’ve failed (not that Ron thought he would). But in the end everything had gone as planned and they married not long after.

Ron and Hermione were brought out of their thoughts by a loud pecking at their window. Their heads shot up and both jaws dropped at what they saw.

“Hedwig!!” they shouted in unison.

Hermione bustled over to the window to let her in. She gave her a few owl treats and took the letter from her leg. Hedwig flew to a perch and waited, knowing by now that Hermione would send a reply.

“What’d he say?” Ron asked excitedly. Hermione was unrolling the old parchment, making a mental note to by Harry more stationary supplies for his birthday. She read the letter out loud:

Dear Ron and Hermione,

I’m glad all is well. I think the news that I have will make you both very happy.

I’m finally coming home. In a few days to be precise. I must first put my flat up for sale. A lot of people are in line for it I think, seeing as its such prime property, so it shouldn’t take too long to get rid of it.

See you both on the thirtieth.

Love,
Harry.


“He’s coming home!! Thank Merlin!!” cried Hermione. Ron nodded as he led his exhausted wife to bed. When she was settled, he returned to Hedwig. It’d been a long time since he’d seen Harry’s owl, let alone Harry himself, and now he was coming home. He sat down and began to write back to Harry. He knew Hedwig wouldn’t leave until he did.

Once he was finished Ron placed the letter on the snowy owl’s out stretched leg and she flew off into the early morning sky. Then Ron called for Pig and wrote a second letter to someone that he knew would be very interested to hear that Harry was coming home.

“I don’t know why I’m helping this git. I can’t believe he’s crushing on Harry so bad. It doesn’t make any sense,” he mumbled to himself as he scribbled hastily the information of Harry’s return, then attaching it to Pig and sending the over excited bird on his way.

Ron padded back to bed and to his now slumbering wife. As he settled in he drifted off to sleep with thoughts of Harry returning and life picking up were it left off.


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“Bloody fucking owl! Doesn’t it bloody know that Post is delivered in the morning!?” ranted a sleepy Draco Malfoy. He’d been dreaming peacefully when a tapping noise interrupted his thoughts. He tried to ignore it but it only got louder, and when a thumping joined the tapping, he jerked awake, almost falling out of bed. Draco looked over to the window across the room and saw a small, annoyingly familiar owl twittering outside. Every now and then it would tap the window with its beak and fly stupidly into it.

Draco grumbled and walked over to the window to let the little beast in. The minute Pig flew in he was all over the place. Draco stood in place and let the tiny owl cool off. Even after all these years, the stupid thing still got over excited about doing its job. Pig flew around Draco’s head as he stood there looking very disgruntled. Finally the pint sized creature fluttered for too long and Draco’s arm shot out to catch him. He pulled the note free, with a bit of difficulty due to Pig’s wriggling, and let the owl go so he could read the note. He sat at his desk and lit a candle. As he read he swatted at Pig who continued to be a menace.


Malfoy,

I thought you’d like to know that Harry is coming home on the thirtieth. Hermione wants to go ahead with her plans.

Ron.


Draco blinked several times as he reread the letter. Then his face turned sour.

“He woke me up over this!? Bloody fucking Hell! I’ll kill that Weasley! I swear—will you quit fluttering about, you abomination!—Go away!” Draco was shooing the eager owl toward his window, and soon Pig flew from Draco’s bedroom with a chipper hoot and all was quiet.

“Bloody Hell! What does a bloke gotta do to get some bloody rest!? Sending an owl in middle of th-what time is it anyway?” He walked over to his mantle and saw that the clock read half four in the morning.

“Half four!?!? Merlin’s beard I’ll kill h—wait! Harry’s coming home?!” shouted Draco. His heart began to pump fast in his chest and a nervous twitch developed at the corner of his mouth. ‘This isn’t happening! What do I do? What do I say?’ he thought in a panic. He had so much to say to him, and at the same time couldn’t find the strength in him to think of the words. What do you say to the man that was once your sworn enemy, and now your complete and utter infatuation? Somehow saying, “hey I’d really like to get to know you, and, you know, maybe have a bit of shag to release the frustration” didn’t quite seem to fit.

Draco begun to pace back and forth, and worried his bottom lip at the same time. He knew he should get some rest. He had a lot of planning to do. He had to help Granger prepare the party, and get the business end of things settled. Harry was coming home, and he was sure to be apprehensive about it all.

Draco climbed back into bed, and tried to relax enough to fall asleep. His body was buzzing and his heart was fluttering in his chest. He released a frustrated sigh. Just the thought of Harry being close to him again was enough to make him antsy. He never got the chance to tell Harry of his budding crush, and now that he was going to get his chance it all made him uneasy. The more he thought about it the more the butterflies in his gut fluttered about.

The distressed blonde turned on his side and closed his eyes. As soon as his world was dark images began to form behind his minds eye.

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It was warm. He had no idea where he was, but he didn’t care at the moment. Then he felt it. A hand on his cheek. Draco’s eyes shot open and met brilliant beryl green. ‘They’re like emeralds,’ the blonde thought in wonder.

Soon the whole face came into focus and Draco nearly jumped out of his skin at the sight.

“Harry,” he heard himself whisper. Harry smiled at him as he gently brushed platinum locks from Draco’s eyes. A shiver thrilled through him at the soft touch of Harry’s fingertips against his flushed skin. As the rest of Harry came into his line of sight, Draco choked a bit. The only thing that adorned his beautiful body was the sheet on the bed.

‘This has to be a dream! How…I…’ His thoughts trailed off as Harry closed the space between his lips and Draco’s. Their mouths met gently, and Draco couldn’t help the whimper that escaped.

Harry’s hand thread through the hair at the nape of Draco’s neck, deepening the kiss. He broke the kiss just as gently as he started it and worked light butterfly kisses down to Draco’s jaw and up toward the blonde’s tempting ears.

Draco trembled at the onslaught of feelings that Harry was producing in him. He knew that this was a dream but he didn’t want it to stop, and let Harry progress. As soon as Harry reached Draco’s ear, which was one of his erogenous zones, he suckled the lobe seductively, whispering things that Draco couldn’t make out. That is until his dream lover said three little words that had him bolting upright in bed.

“I love you.”

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Draco sat up in bed, breath coming out in harsh puffs as his mind sorted out the odd dream. He hadn’t had a dream like that in months, and now the familiar feel of it was coming back to him. He looked down at his lap and saw the wet spot staining the sheet. With a groan he reached for his wand and cleaned the cum from his sheets and his sleeping shorts.

‘Bloody Hell. Harry’s not even home yet and I’m already creaming my pants at the thought of him!’ he thought. His eyes once again focused on the mantle clock which said half nine.

“Well I might as well get up. I’m sure Granger will be excited about planning the party and getting everything ready,” he grumbled aloud. As he walked to bathroom, and to his much needed shower, his thoughts drifted to the dream. The way it felt when Harry touched him, the way he kissed him, the words that abruptly ended the interlude. It all felt so real.

‘I’ve got to calm down! I can’t go about like some giddy school girl! But still, its to be expected, especially after abstaining from relationships all this time, just for Harry,’ Draco thought. And now that Harry was coming back, Draco would do anything to win his heart!

Anything.

TBC…


A/N: My first dream sequence! Now if only I could’ve done that for Was it a Dream??

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