Sometimes

I had to admit, Granger and Weasly weren’t all that annoying anymore.
Hermione was actually rather sweet. And Ron was funny. I could see why Harry liked them. As for Harry, he was acting more cheerful than he had since he found me. This is all he had ever wanted…all either of us had ever wanted. A warm house, with a loving husband. A family. “When do you think we’ll have that?”

Harry’s voice startled me. I turned, arching an eyebrow, “we?”

He was so cute when he blushed, “you know what I mean.”

“No I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?”

“D-don’t you want a family Draco? Someone to wake up to every day? A house in the country where we don’t have to worry about magic and being a hero all the time.”

“Sounds like something you want.,” I pulled him closer to me, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You used ‘we’ again.”

“Did I,” he breathed the words, looking into my eyes. “I meant it.”

“You want me,” I laid a kiss on his chin, “and you,” his cheek, “together,” his lips, “in the country,” over his jaw, “with kids,” his neck, “like your friends?”
Leaning back some, he moaned gently, “yes.”

Pulling away, I chewed my bottom lip nervously, “I like the sound of that.”

“You’re cute when you’re scared,” he said, pulling me into another kiss. I guided him over to the bed and pushed him back onto the mattress. “A little anxious,” he teased.

“Could you…could you just hold me?” I wanted to curse myself for sounding so weak but knowing he was already planning a futwithwith me gave my heart such a flutter I felt like I was going to faint.

Did I want a future with Harry? In the last few days my life without Harry had become impossible to remember. It didn’t seem like anything had existed before him. I was given a second chance. Not something many got. I was so scared I was going to lose him. Any minute I was going to wake up and he wasn’t going to be there. Who knows what was going through Harry’s mind. Sure, his eyes got brighter every time he looked at me. And his smile eve everything in the room dim. And…

And I was sounding like a love sick teenager. Is this what I had been reduced to? The strong, evil cold hearted Malfoy family reduced to a whimpering man afraid of a little emotion? Who cried like a baby? Who couldn’t sleep without his lover near like a security blanket? It all seemed rather humorous to me. I started chuckling, “what’s so funny?”

“Just how stupid I can be sometimes,” I , wi, wiping away a tear. I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on my elbow, “when do we go back to London?”

“We?” He was trying to suppress his smile, but it found his eyes anyway.

“Yes we, you git. When do we go back?”

“In a couple of days. Why?”

“Well, there’s a lot to do. I have to get some clothes of my own. We have to start looking for a flat. I know you’ll be in Hogwarts most of the year, but we need something to share when you’re not at school. And I have to go about getting a job. Do you think Hogwarts is hiring any potions teachers?”

Never in my life had I ever seen such a surprised look on anyone’s face. Harry’s mouth gaped open, his eyes slightly bugged out. I kissed his cheek softly, chuckling. “You mean it Draco? You really want to be with me? Are you sure? We don’t have to rush you know. Don’t think you have to do something because I have dreams.”

“Harry, it’s we now. We have the same dreams. You and I. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to let it go that easily.”

He kissed me.

And we made love again.

*So okay guys, we\'ve got some good fluff going on, but trust me, because of my sick and warped mind, it won\'t stay so good a fluffy for too much longer. Give me a couple of days on the 10th chapter...I haven\'t even written it yet, since you know, I\'m working...all time...and, just as a reminder...TIP YOUR WAITRESS!!!! *shwoom* (that\'s the sound I make when I fly away)