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: Eh, nothing to say. On with the story…

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Chapter 4: Old Friends… (July 29th)

Harry paced nervously around his flat wringing his hands together. He checked to make sure everything was in order, shrinking things here and there and placing them in a duffel bag to take with him. He’d contacted a Realtor who agreed to take care of the selling of his pricey loft and now Harry was making sure that nothing of importance would be left behind. He had no intention of coming back here after he left.

As he circled back around to his living room again, he realized that he was just walking around in a circle. He knew that he wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow, but he didn’t feel like he could wait anymore. He wanted his little holiday to be nothing but a distant memory. He also knew acclimating back into his old life would be tedious, but it would all be worth it. And after that dream he had the other night, he had someone he had to get to know.

Ever since the dream, Draco Malfoy had been on his mind day and night. He had no idea were they stood, after all this time. Maybe Draco only helped Harry win the war to save his own hide, and now he would be the same pompous git he always was. On the other hand maybe everything Draco said about no longer believing in all that pureblooded nonsense was utter truth. Harry wanted to learn everything there was to learn about Draco, maybe be friends with him. Time changed people, Harry knew that personally.

Once again Harry found himself pacing about his flat. “I suppose now is a good time. I shouldn’t put it off any longer,” he said to himself. He made his way to the fireplace that was still, astonishingly enough, connected to the floo network, grabbed a handful of green floo powder and, after double checking Ron’s letter for the address (simply “Ron and Hermione’s flat”), announced his destination. He came out of their fireplace a bit off balance, but all in all stayed upright. He grinned proudly at himself for that, and after dusting soot off his jacket, began looking around at his surroundings.

His friends’ place wasn’t too amazing. He landed in the living room, he guessed, and it was adorned with the normal things that not-so-newly wedded couples would have: a couch, a sofa, a recliner, and a coffee table. But the one thing that shocked him was the electronic equipment. They had a big screen TV, a stereo, even a computer! He made a note to ask them about the magical interference. Right now he had to see if anyone was home.

“Ron? Hermione? Anyone home?” he asked out loud. Soon he heard the sound of bare feet padding on hard wood.

“Harry?!”

Said man turned and saw his friend of ten years gaping at him in shock. Harry smiled and put his duffle bag on the recliner just as Ron maneuvered around his furniture. They met in a friendly hug, Ron thumping him soundly on the back and Harry returning the gesture. They pulled apart and all Ron could do was just stare at him.

“What it is, Ron? Have I got something on my face?” asked Harry cheekily.

Ron gave a confused look, and then understanding, followed by a barking laugh.

“Bloody Hell, Harry! We missed you loads, mate! ‘Bout time you came home!” bellowed Ron. Harry smiled with a shake of his head. He knew Ron would be happy as hell to see him back.

“So where’s Hermione?” Harry asked looking around for her.

“Ron, who is it?” asked a groggy Hermione. Apparently she just woke from slight cat nap. Ron smiled and shouted over his shoulder, “Come out and see!” then he added to Harry, “Wait ‘til you see it, mate. You’re gonna fall on your face!”

“See what?” Just as he looked around Ron to see the mystery, Hermione made it around the corner. She froze for a half minute, then burst into happy tears at the sight of her recently “MIA” friend now standing in front of her. She bustled over to him and hugged him the best she could. That was when Harry noticed something odd. She wasn’t very…er…flat around the middle anymore. His eyebrows furrowed at the possibilities. She couldn’t have gotten fat, right? As he ticked off all of the reasons for the larger than normal bump, it hit him.

“Hermione?”

“Yes Harry?” she answered coyly. He parted from the hug and gasped at the sight before him. How could he have missed that!

“Happy birthday Harry,” said Hermione as she gently rubbed her still growing baby bump.

“What? How?” Harry stammered and floundered for the right words. A baby! No way! Ron was trying to stifle his snickering at Harry’s apparent confusion.

“How?” he repeated Harry’s innocent question, resulting in an elbow in the ribs courtesy of Hermione. “Ow!”

“No—er—I mean how far along are you?”

“Seven and a half months. And before you ask, we don’t know the gender yet. We want it to be a surprise,” she explained as they all sat. Harry couldn’t believe it! They were going to be parents. He was pulled from his thoughts by Hermione’s hand on his arm.

“Harry? Did you hear what I said?”

“What? No I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“I said Ron and I would like you to be the Godfather.” Harry’s jaw dropped like a rock. Godfather?! He pinched himself, and after realizing that he was very much awake, his face broke into an excited grin.

“Absolutely! I’d love that,” said Harry enthusiastically. Hermione grabbed Ron’s hand entwining their fingers together. She beamed first at her husband, and then to her friend. Finally they were together again, and Harry was going to be their baby’s godfather! All was right with the world again. Suddenly she felt a small nudge in her belly and gave a surprised squeak. Ron turned to her in worry, but relaxed when he saw her smile. He placed his hand on her baby bump knowing their little one was moving around.

Harry observed silently until Hermione reached over and grabbed his hand, placing next to Ron’s. His eyes lit up at the feel of a tiny appendage (he couldn’t tell if it was a leg or an arm) moved under his hand. All too soon it stopped and Harry awkwardly removed his hand and let it fall limply between his knees.

“So Harry, are you going back to Grimmauld Place?” asked Hermione conversationally. Unfortunately, he never thought about where he would stay. He was so excited about coming home that he neglected that issue. And if he was totally honest with himself, he didn’t think he was ready to go back to that place. Even though it was his home he had no desire to stay there just yet. He had certain anxieties to get over first. For one thing, it was the last place he slept in before he destroyed Voldermort, and he was plagued with some of the worst nightmares he’d ever had that night. Harry was sure going back would bring the memory of those nightmares back and he didn’t fancy the idea of reliving them. It was most likely Voldermort’s last ditch chance to break Harry down. Unfortunately for Voldermort, it only reinforced Harry’s rage and determination to destroy him.

And secondly, if he ever had to hear that horrible portrait of Mrs. Black scream and wail he thought he’d go barmy!

“Harry?” she prodded gently.

“Er-well about that-” Harry stuttered, but was cut off.

“You can stay here,” she suggested suddenly. Harry gaped at her and then shook his head.

“No,” he stated firmly.

“Why not?”

“Because I—no. I couldn’t. I can’t become a burden like that! I feel bad enough that I was gone this long. I couldn’t—”

“Harry.”

“What?”

“You’re staying,” she and Ron said in unison, leaving no room for argument. Harry tried to argue anyway, but Ron insisted that he could stay as long as he needed, so he let it drop. He didn’t know that something was planned for him, and both of his friends were keeping the secret that would completely bowl Harry over!

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“So where are we going again?” Harry asked as he was led down a busy street in Diagon Alley. Hermione and Ron had abruptly decided they were going out to lunch. Much to his relief Harry found out that they were going to a place in muggle London. He didn’t know why this information was a relief, seeing as he wanted to leave muggle London behind. He decided that the need to avoid Wizarding crowds as much as possible was the reason.

“We’re going to this little place right down the road from the Leaky Cauldron. Wonderful place. You’ll find a few faces you know, Harry,” she commented chattily. They came to the exit into muggle London and Harry found himself lowering his head in the less crowded pub so that people wouldn’t notice him. He was sure it didn’t work. They stepped out onto the streets of London and Harry was automatically in his element.

“So Harry, you’ll never believe what’s happened while you’ve been gone!” stated Hermione excitedly.

“Really?”

“Oh yes. So many people are so excited for your return. Even Malfoy.” Harry scoffed at that. “Well he is!”

“Malfoy?” Harry asked skeptically with an eyebrow cocked. Surely she was joking?

“Yes! Malfoy. You might not believe it Harry, but Draco has turned over a new leaf,” she said matter-of-factly. Harry looked over to Ron for confirmation, and Ron nodded. He might not really like him still, but he had accepted Malfoy’s attempts at rectifying his mistakes.

“You’re kidding?”

“Nope,” they said in unison. Then Hermione continued, “You should’ve seen it Harry. He showed up at the Burrow one afternoon looking fairly forlorn. He asked Molly if he could have word with her and Mr. Weasley, and soon you could hear crying coming from the kitchen—”

“Crying?!” Harry asked in shock. Ron nodded again and began where his wife left off.

“Yeah. It turned out that he apologized for all the terrible things he said about my family, and he wanted to apologize to all of us on a one on one basis. Isn’t that wonky?”

Harry couldn’t believe this new bit of information. Malfoy apologized to Ron’s whole family? He was sure he was dreaming. Things couldn’t get any weirder at this point. And then again he shouldn’t’ve been surprised. He sort of saw it coming after all of the conversations he had with the blonde before the last battle. It seemed that the ex-Slytherin was beginning to see the light, and his coldness was melting slowly every day.

The three friends talked amicably and soon arrived at a lovely little café he’d never visited before. Harry noticed that Hermione was tiptoeing around the place. He was about to ask but was shushed by Ron. He gave them a confused smirk but ultimately was left in the dark. Ron motioned for Harry to stay put and they both walked over to a table that already had a customer occupying it. A very familiar blonde customer.

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They were late of course. They were always late. Hermione was probably finishing up the last details for the party tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow was the day Harry would be coming home and he would set things right. He wanted very much to have Harry accept his apology. He was the last one, after all. And when that was done, Draco planned on a new friendship. And after that…well he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. Right now all he wanted to do was get this bloody lunch over and done with so he could go home and deal with a certain part of his anatomy that was little over-active at the moment. He cursed the fact that he was over excited for Harry’s return. It really was ridiculous. He was a Malfoy! Malfoy’s didn’t get all giggly over stuff! Never! Ahem- so maybe sometimes…

Draco distracted himself from that thought by looking around for his friends. He saw them as they walked around a column looking a bit sneaky.

“You’re late,” he commented dryly. He eyed them suspiciously as they continued to stand instead of taking their seats. “What are you two planning?”

“We have surprise for you,” said Hermione in a sing-song voice. She gave Ron a conspiratorial look and Ron spoke, “You can come out now.”

Harry peaked around the column and shyly made his way over to the table. Draco stood slowly with wide eyes and his jaw dropped to the floor.

“Potter!”

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TBC

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