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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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31
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43,527
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301
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Dreaming
Chapter Number/Total: 30/31
Chapter Title: Dreaming
Words: 1751 Words
It was bright and sunny. Harry was in the middle of a large field, the grass greener than he'd ever seen. At first he thought he was alone until he turned around and saw Draco, a large grin on the man's face. He held out his hand for Harry who took it without hesitation. And then they were running, but it wasn't that they were running from something or someone, they were just running for the fun of it and then Harry felt as though he were floating, but no, he was flying, his hand still tightly gripping Draco's.
Suddenly it wasn't just him and Draco anymore. He saw his friends, Ron, Hermione, and even Ginny, all of them flying alongside them, waving and grinning at him. Harry let go of Draco's hand and waved back, feeling happy and carefree. He didn't realize that he was floating back towards the ground until his feet touched the grass again. A quick look around and Draco was walking ahead of him, toward a house he hadn't seen before. Draco turned and beckoned him closer, and Harry followed. Of course he did.
The scene changed quite suddenly and Harry was sitting at a table inside the house now, with Draco beside him. But they weren't alone. His friends were there – Hermione and Ron, Ginny and her husband, and all the Weasleys. Mrs Weasley was laying food on the table while Mr Weasley talked with Remus. Then there were kids, most of them ginger-haired, but there was a little girl with white-blond hair and a boy with black hair and green eyes. Harry smiled at their children and leaned in to kiss Draco.
***
Harry woke, safe in Draco's arms and with a smile on his face. It had been the best dream he could ever remember. A dream filled with hope and promise. Most of all, a dream revealing the kind of love he had been seeking all of his life. Harry slowly raised up and, propping his elbow on the bed, rested his head in the palm of his hand. Draco slept on, his face smooth and relaxed, nearly glowing in the soft moonlight streaming in through the window. Harry's eyes drank in the silky hair, the dark lashes resting on pale cheeks, the mouth that soothed him with soft words and claimed him with burning kisses. He saw a man that would never punish him, starve him or even betray him.
Harry's eyes slid closed as he recalled laying in the arms of another man and believing that what he felt was love. And maybe, Harry thought, it was some form of love. But it was tainted and wrapped in pain, lies and fear. Harry shivered slightly as he finally understood what Draco had been trying to explain to him. He had tried to love Voldemort because he needed an anchor to keep him from drifting away forever, but he had not been loved in return. He had been owned; he had been used. But Voldemort was never going to love him. Harry swallowed tightly before taking a deep breath and opening his eyes to gaze once more at the man now sleeping beside him. This, Harry realised, is love. Draco had stood by him when he had been nothing but wreckage from the war. He had picked him up every time he'd fallen, and patiently taught him how to pick himself up. He saw every scar Harry wore inside and out and still called him beautiful. Harry reached one hand out to gently trace his fingers over the perfect lips that brought him so much pleasure. Draco sighed softly in his sleep and moved in closer to Harry.
Leaning over, Harry placed a kiss on Draco's sleeping mouth and whispered into his lips, "I think I could love you forever, Draco."
Pulling himself back, Harry continued to watch Draco sleep. I could have a chance for a real future with this man, Harry thought. His lips curved into a tiny smile as he replayed the images from his dream. For the next couple days, every time he thought about it, he smiled. Maybe it was possible to have a life like that, and maybe it wasn't. What he was certain about was that he wanted to try.
***
The day after Remus' visit, they had sent an owl apologising to Remus and inviting him to dinner sometime soon. Draco also found out who at the Ministry was in charge of tracking death records and arranged to have Nymphadora Tonks officially declared dead and listed among those lost in Voldemort's war. It would take a while, and Harry would have to give a statement, but at least her family could finally know what had become of their daughter. Draco found himself thinking a lot about her – the cousin he never really knew and who had meant so much to Harry. He wondered what she would think of the situation now. He was brooding on that when Harry found him at his desk.
"I've been thinking," Harry said, once he saw him, leaning against the desk. He had been doing a lot of thinking recently, but this was something important that he wanted to bring up.
Draco pushed away the darker thoughts and smiled up at Harry, his heart always seeming to swell when he looked at him. "What is it, love?"
Harry looked down at Draco for a long quiet moment. "You know how you said I get to choose my future now?"
Draco nodded. "Yes."
"I have been thinking about moving on with my life," Harry said, "and how you aren't my therapist anymore."
Draco swallowed hard. "You are getting better," he whispered. "You won't need me anymore when you are well. I understand that."
"But I'll want you," Harry continued, looking down at him. "I'll want to be with you. I'll want to see you, I'll want to talk to you, I'll want to argue with you about stupid things. I'll want to wake up in your arms for the rest of my life."
Draco closed his eyes for a moment, trembling. Then he opened them, looking into Harry's green eyes. "The rest of your life?" he asked. He needed to hear it, to know how Harry felt about him.
"Well," Harry said. "I choose you. You are my future."
Draco's eyes widened and his heart sped up. "Me?" he asked.
"Don't look so surprised," Harry said softly, smiling. "Do you want to stay with me?"
Draco shivered, happier than he thought possible. He back smiled up at Harry. "Yes, together."
Harry hopped up onto the desk, turning to face him. "So, do you want to live here with me, or ... somewhere else?"
Draco nearly laughed at the way Harry climbed onto the desk. He smirked. "You don't like it here?" he asked.
"I do, I just .... It has a lot of memories, and ... I don't want to forget them," Harry said purposely, remembering what Draco said, "but I do want to move on. I want to start over somewhere fresh."
Draco nodding, thinking about it. "Some place with more light and maybe some nice places to eat nearby," he suggested.
Harry smiled and nodded, looking excited. "That's a good idea then?"
"Why not? You're right. Time to start new and find someplace that you want to live," Draco answered.
"Really?" Harry asked. "When should we start looking?"
"Do you want to live in the countryside or in the city?" Draco asked.
Harry bit his lip and tilted his head to the side, trying to think about where would be better. He would've liked the country better, just because there probably weren't a lot of people around, but at the same time ... the city seemed more busy and alive. "I don't know," he finally said. "Why don't you pick that one?"
Draco arched an eyebrow and got to his feet, leaning in to kiss Harry. "If we are planning our lives together, we should make the plans together," he said softly.
"Well, where do you think is better?" Harry asked, wanting his opinion as well.
"Well, distance doesn't matter a lot since we can Floo or Apparate," Draco said. "In the city, there are always people to watch, things to do. Yet, in the countryside it is quieter and we might have more time together. Either way, a place with a garden would be nice."
"The countryside then," Harry said firmly, thinking that if he wanted more to do, Draco was right, he could always just Apparate or Floo to the city.
"So we contact an estate agent and buy a small house in the country," Draco said. "If that works for you?"
"That sounds just fine," Harry said, smiling brightly at him.
Draco kissed him and sat down at the desk again, picking up his quill. "What do we want in this house of ours?"
"A dog," Harry said, moving to slide into Draco’s lap. "Can we?"
Draco gasped and wrapped his left arm around Harry's waist. "Certainly, if you are willing to look after it," Draco said. "So that means the country is a good choice. More room for the animal. How big of a house do we want?"
"Not that big, right? It'll just be you and me and the dog, unless ...." Harry stopped and shrugged, relaxing against him. "Well. That's it."
"Unless?" Draco arched an eyebrow.
"Unless there was someone else with us," Harry replied like it wasn't a big thing.
Draco grinned, curious now. "Like who?"
"Like ... I don't know. Kids," Harry murmured.
Draco's eyes widened. "You want children?"
"Not now," Harry said, leaning back to look at him. "I mean ... maybe eventually."
Draco wrapped his arms around him, kissing Harry. He pulled back to smile at him. "House in the country, with a dog and children," he listed. Then smiled. "Sounds good to me." He had no idea how they would get children, but he figured he could at least find the house to start with.
"Really? You wouldn't mind any of that?" Harry asked, looking a little confused and surprised at the same time.
Draco felt such a swelling of love and desire and happiness that he felt like crying again. "I think it sounds perfect," Draco told him. "I have never wanted anything more than being with you, Harry."
"That's all I want," Harry said softly, smiling and sliding his arms around Draco, hugging him.
Chapter Title: Dreaming
Words: 1751 Words
It was bright and sunny. Harry was in the middle of a large field, the grass greener than he'd ever seen. At first he thought he was alone until he turned around and saw Draco, a large grin on the man's face. He held out his hand for Harry who took it without hesitation. And then they were running, but it wasn't that they were running from something or someone, they were just running for the fun of it and then Harry felt as though he were floating, but no, he was flying, his hand still tightly gripping Draco's.
Suddenly it wasn't just him and Draco anymore. He saw his friends, Ron, Hermione, and even Ginny, all of them flying alongside them, waving and grinning at him. Harry let go of Draco's hand and waved back, feeling happy and carefree. He didn't realize that he was floating back towards the ground until his feet touched the grass again. A quick look around and Draco was walking ahead of him, toward a house he hadn't seen before. Draco turned and beckoned him closer, and Harry followed. Of course he did.
The scene changed quite suddenly and Harry was sitting at a table inside the house now, with Draco beside him. But they weren't alone. His friends were there – Hermione and Ron, Ginny and her husband, and all the Weasleys. Mrs Weasley was laying food on the table while Mr Weasley talked with Remus. Then there were kids, most of them ginger-haired, but there was a little girl with white-blond hair and a boy with black hair and green eyes. Harry smiled at their children and leaned in to kiss Draco.
***
Harry woke, safe in Draco's arms and with a smile on his face. It had been the best dream he could ever remember. A dream filled with hope and promise. Most of all, a dream revealing the kind of love he had been seeking all of his life. Harry slowly raised up and, propping his elbow on the bed, rested his head in the palm of his hand. Draco slept on, his face smooth and relaxed, nearly glowing in the soft moonlight streaming in through the window. Harry's eyes drank in the silky hair, the dark lashes resting on pale cheeks, the mouth that soothed him with soft words and claimed him with burning kisses. He saw a man that would never punish him, starve him or even betray him.
Harry's eyes slid closed as he recalled laying in the arms of another man and believing that what he felt was love. And maybe, Harry thought, it was some form of love. But it was tainted and wrapped in pain, lies and fear. Harry shivered slightly as he finally understood what Draco had been trying to explain to him. He had tried to love Voldemort because he needed an anchor to keep him from drifting away forever, but he had not been loved in return. He had been owned; he had been used. But Voldemort was never going to love him. Harry swallowed tightly before taking a deep breath and opening his eyes to gaze once more at the man now sleeping beside him. This, Harry realised, is love. Draco had stood by him when he had been nothing but wreckage from the war. He had picked him up every time he'd fallen, and patiently taught him how to pick himself up. He saw every scar Harry wore inside and out and still called him beautiful. Harry reached one hand out to gently trace his fingers over the perfect lips that brought him so much pleasure. Draco sighed softly in his sleep and moved in closer to Harry.
Leaning over, Harry placed a kiss on Draco's sleeping mouth and whispered into his lips, "I think I could love you forever, Draco."
Pulling himself back, Harry continued to watch Draco sleep. I could have a chance for a real future with this man, Harry thought. His lips curved into a tiny smile as he replayed the images from his dream. For the next couple days, every time he thought about it, he smiled. Maybe it was possible to have a life like that, and maybe it wasn't. What he was certain about was that he wanted to try.
***
The day after Remus' visit, they had sent an owl apologising to Remus and inviting him to dinner sometime soon. Draco also found out who at the Ministry was in charge of tracking death records and arranged to have Nymphadora Tonks officially declared dead and listed among those lost in Voldemort's war. It would take a while, and Harry would have to give a statement, but at least her family could finally know what had become of their daughter. Draco found himself thinking a lot about her – the cousin he never really knew and who had meant so much to Harry. He wondered what she would think of the situation now. He was brooding on that when Harry found him at his desk.
"I've been thinking," Harry said, once he saw him, leaning against the desk. He had been doing a lot of thinking recently, but this was something important that he wanted to bring up.
Draco pushed away the darker thoughts and smiled up at Harry, his heart always seeming to swell when he looked at him. "What is it, love?"
Harry looked down at Draco for a long quiet moment. "You know how you said I get to choose my future now?"
Draco nodded. "Yes."
"I have been thinking about moving on with my life," Harry said, "and how you aren't my therapist anymore."
Draco swallowed hard. "You are getting better," he whispered. "You won't need me anymore when you are well. I understand that."
"But I'll want you," Harry continued, looking down at him. "I'll want to be with you. I'll want to see you, I'll want to talk to you, I'll want to argue with you about stupid things. I'll want to wake up in your arms for the rest of my life."
Draco closed his eyes for a moment, trembling. Then he opened them, looking into Harry's green eyes. "The rest of your life?" he asked. He needed to hear it, to know how Harry felt about him.
"Well," Harry said. "I choose you. You are my future."
Draco's eyes widened and his heart sped up. "Me?" he asked.
"Don't look so surprised," Harry said softly, smiling. "Do you want to stay with me?"
Draco shivered, happier than he thought possible. He back smiled up at Harry. "Yes, together."
Harry hopped up onto the desk, turning to face him. "So, do you want to live here with me, or ... somewhere else?"
Draco nearly laughed at the way Harry climbed onto the desk. He smirked. "You don't like it here?" he asked.
"I do, I just .... It has a lot of memories, and ... I don't want to forget them," Harry said purposely, remembering what Draco said, "but I do want to move on. I want to start over somewhere fresh."
Draco nodding, thinking about it. "Some place with more light and maybe some nice places to eat nearby," he suggested.
Harry smiled and nodded, looking excited. "That's a good idea then?"
"Why not? You're right. Time to start new and find someplace that you want to live," Draco answered.
"Really?" Harry asked. "When should we start looking?"
"Do you want to live in the countryside or in the city?" Draco asked.
Harry bit his lip and tilted his head to the side, trying to think about where would be better. He would've liked the country better, just because there probably weren't a lot of people around, but at the same time ... the city seemed more busy and alive. "I don't know," he finally said. "Why don't you pick that one?"
Draco arched an eyebrow and got to his feet, leaning in to kiss Harry. "If we are planning our lives together, we should make the plans together," he said softly.
"Well, where do you think is better?" Harry asked, wanting his opinion as well.
"Well, distance doesn't matter a lot since we can Floo or Apparate," Draco said. "In the city, there are always people to watch, things to do. Yet, in the countryside it is quieter and we might have more time together. Either way, a place with a garden would be nice."
"The countryside then," Harry said firmly, thinking that if he wanted more to do, Draco was right, he could always just Apparate or Floo to the city.
"So we contact an estate agent and buy a small house in the country," Draco said. "If that works for you?"
"That sounds just fine," Harry said, smiling brightly at him.
Draco kissed him and sat down at the desk again, picking up his quill. "What do we want in this house of ours?"
"A dog," Harry said, moving to slide into Draco’s lap. "Can we?"
Draco gasped and wrapped his left arm around Harry's waist. "Certainly, if you are willing to look after it," Draco said. "So that means the country is a good choice. More room for the animal. How big of a house do we want?"
"Not that big, right? It'll just be you and me and the dog, unless ...." Harry stopped and shrugged, relaxing against him. "Well. That's it."
"Unless?" Draco arched an eyebrow.
"Unless there was someone else with us," Harry replied like it wasn't a big thing.
Draco grinned, curious now. "Like who?"
"Like ... I don't know. Kids," Harry murmured.
Draco's eyes widened. "You want children?"
"Not now," Harry said, leaning back to look at him. "I mean ... maybe eventually."
Draco wrapped his arms around him, kissing Harry. He pulled back to smile at him. "House in the country, with a dog and children," he listed. Then smiled. "Sounds good to me." He had no idea how they would get children, but he figured he could at least find the house to start with.
"Really? You wouldn't mind any of that?" Harry asked, looking a little confused and surprised at the same time.
Draco felt such a swelling of love and desire and happiness that he felt like crying again. "I think it sounds perfect," Draco told him. "I have never wanted anything more than being with you, Harry."
"That's all I want," Harry said softly, smiling and sliding his arms around Draco, hugging him.