Together at Last

Harry awoke to the feel of soft kisses across his face. Hands slowly caressed his body. “Fancy a morning quickie,” Oliver whispered in his ear. Harry could feel Oliver’s erection pressed against his thigh.
“Mmmmm,” Harry purred into Oliver’s neck. Oliver rolled over Harry, careful to support his weight on his elbows. Harry’s legs slid apart, and the two men slowly rubbed their cocks together. Harry slid his hands up Oliver’s arms and held tightly to his biceps. A pounding on the door shattered the moment. Harry’s eyes flew open as both men turned to look at the door. “Hey, the door’s stuck. Harry, open up. Breakfast!” Ron’s voice penetrated the door. “Is the door locked?” He rattled the door again. “Why is the door locked?”
They heard George’s voice from the next landing down. “Why do you think, stupid git.”
And from farther away, Hermione. “Ronald Weasley, you get back down here this instant.”
Harry and Oliver looked at each other. “That’s my best friend.” They heard Ron retreating noisily down the stairs. “Guess it’s breakfast time.” Oliver lowered his head and growled in Harry’s ear. The tingles running down his body made Harry arch his back to press against Oliver’s hard body.
“We’ll continue this later.” Oliver rolled out of bed and started rummaging through the bag for clothes. Harry watched until Oliver had buttoned the fly of is jeans without bothering with underwear. When Oliver was covered, Harry rolled out of bed and followed suit. Fully dressed, the two men headed down for breakfast.
“We’ll be outside again, just easier,” Molly said as the two entered the kitchen. They started towards the door. “Don’t go empty handed.” She waved her hand at the table and Harry and Oliver dutifully grabbed the platters of food there. “And boys.” They stopped and looked at her. “Be ready. Winky and Kreacher brought the kids back.” She smiled at them and returned her attention to the eggs.
Outside the lovers found Baby Molly happily grabbing at a gnome poking its head out from the flutterby bush, assisted by a red headed boy and a pair of red headed twin girls about her age. “The twins are mine, Minerva and Nymphadora.” George greeted the guys. “The boy is Frank; he’s Neville and Ginny’s.” He shook his head. Harry and Oliver smiled at the miniature gnome hunt.
“They are beautiful,” Oliver said. He waved his wand and sent the platters of sausages and potatoes gracefully soaring to the table.
“Yeah, they look like their mother.” George turned and smiled at Luna where she sat filling a plate for Hermione. “You know Hermione is having twins too. Merlin’s ass, I hope they are just like Freddy and I were as kids!” All three men laughed and made their way to the table.
“Has she picked out names?” Oliver asked.
They had arrived at the table and Hermione looked up to answer. “Gideon and Fabian.” She rubbed her belly. “After Molly’s brothers that died in the first war.” The friends looked at her until the silence was broken by a scratchy, frog-like voice.
“Master Harry, home at last.” Harry looked down to see a very old house elf in a very deep bow. “Kreacher has waited for this moment,” the elf said to the toes of Harry’s shoes.
“Kreacher, stand up straight and give me a hug,” Harry replied. Immediately the elf obeyed, smashing his face against Harry’s thigh and squeezing tightly.
“Master Harry will want breakfast, as will his Keeper.” Kreacher flicked his fingers at two chairs that instantly sprang back from the table. As the men sat, Kreacher hurried to fill heaping plates for each. “Keacher recognizes this Keeper from the Daily Piece of Shit Prophet.” George and Ron choked on their tea. Hermione glared at them. “Will Master be coming home tonight?” Kreacher set the plates in front of Harry and Oliver then stood looking intently at Harry.
“Home?” Harry asked.
“Number twelve Grimmauld Place is Master’s home,” Kreacher replied matter of factly. Harry stared at the elf as the rest of the group fell silent. He hadn’t been inside number twelve since the day he, Ron and Hermione had left to sneak into the Ministry. “Kreacher has kept it ready for Master Harry’s return. Mistress Hermione told Kreacher you would come back.” He turned and beamed at the girl he had once called filthy Mudblood. “And she was right!” Kreacher positively trembled with excitement.
Oliver rubbed Harry’s back. Harry shook his head, took a deep breath. “I..ah…that is…umm.” He looked up at Ron and Hermione. They both nodded at him. “Well, yes. When we leave here today..” He took another deep breath. “Kreacher, will you go home now and take my bag?”
“Of course, Master Harry.” Keacher bowed low and vanished with a crack.