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. So there’s gonna be the normal M/M Slash, oral, HJ, anal, rim, 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.

A/N: This is pretty much it guys. Chapter 9. It feels weird ending on an odd number. But oh well. And on with the story. Enjoy!

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The sun filtered in through the wispy curtains, shining brightly on Harry’s face. He could feel the light burning his lids and squinted to bring back the darkness. When he was sure that wasn’t working he decided to turn over and away from the sun. But instead of being free to move, he found he was being held in place. His eyes fluttered opened, squinting again at the bright light.

Harry took stock of his surroundings. He was lying in his new bed, (held in place by the arm of his lover) in his remodeled bedroom, in the home that he never thought he would want to return to. It almost didn’t look like the same place anymore.

He chuckled quietly as he heard his lover’s light snore, and turned over carefully not to wake him. He gazed down at Draco’s slumbering form gently brushing a knuckle down his pale cheek, wondering how he deserved this. Draco seemed to be Harry’s dream come true, and he didn’t even realize it until the very last moment. Soon what ifs flooded Harry’s mind, triggered by these odd turn of events. What if he had accepted Draco’s hand in first year? What if they had been friends from the start? Would he have been able to save Draco from becoming a death eater? Would Harry himself become a death eater? Or would Voldermort have used Draco to get to him. Would Voldermort have come back at all if Harry had been sorted into Slytherin? All of these different questions jumped around his mind. He just couldn’t fathom all the possibilities. It was like blinders had been over his eyes for years, and they just now fell off, leaving Harry with a litany of things to ponder.

But certainly the most important thing to straighten out was Draco himself. Harry reminded himself that Draco had, at one time, scared the shit out of him. He was supposed to be confused; a total and complete wreck at the mere thought of being near him.

Yeah right.

There was no way in all the seven levels of Hell that Harry would think like that ever again. It was easier then he expected: getting over his fears. The fear of Draco, the fear of Grimmauld Place, which looked fantastic, and the fear of relationships. And if some of his fears were harder to overcome then others, then he had his new lover to help him get over them.

Just then said lover stirred in his sleep and stretched quite cat-like, fluttering his eyes open. His head flopped over and their gazes met, his face lighting up at seeing Harry gazing at him in adoration.

“Morning,” whispered Harry as his knuckle took to caressing the blonde’s cheek again.

Draco smiled and replied with a “Good Morning” of his own before wrapping his arms around Harry so they could cuddle. Last night was still fresh in his mind, and Draco felt his heart palpitate at the thought of it. He knew he’d get what he wanted, which had always been Harry, and now there was no way he’d let go of him. Harry Potter was his. This was only phase one of his plans. The next phase? Well he’d have to think of that.

Either way, Harry would be his and his only. He didn’t think he could continue living without Harry. But he didn’t want to dwell on that. Right now he had a luscious raven-haired man in his arms and he wasn’t going to waste a second thinking of anything but him.

“So I have a question,” asked said man as he brushed his lips against Draco’s.

“Okay, shoot,” answered the blonde as he smiled against Harry lips.

“Several, actually.”

“I’m listening.”

“Last time I was at Number 12, we had to use a password to get in. ‘Torjurs Pur.’ But last night I could walk right in…”

“Yeah, so?”

“How did you get rid of centuries of ancient magic? The Order had been trying to get rid of it for years and was never successful.”

“I—well— I didn’t do it. I hired the best of the best as far as curse breaking was concerned. It took about four months, but once they broke the curse, and the magic binding it to the password, the difference was instantaneous. Anyone could walk right in.”

“Oh. Well what about the portrait of Mrs. Black?”

“What about her?”

“What you mean what about her? How did you get her down? She was up on the wall with a permanent sticking charm. There was no way to get her down, or her beheaded elves.”

“Oh that wasn’t the case, Harry. Once the curse breakers cracked the password, the portrait fell right off, along with the elves. Seems it was all connected; the password and the sticking charm—” he stopped mid sentence to let out a cracking yawn. He cuddled closer to Harry, enjoying his warmth

“All right. One more—”

“Mmhmm.”

“Where’ve you been staying?”

“What?”

“Well I was just wondering, seeing as you so graciously gave up your home to turn it into an orphanage, where you were living…you know…all this time.”

Draco was surprised that Harry had been so curious about his living situation, and was a little worried about his reaction to the answer he was about to give. “Here, actually. In Grimmauld Place. I hope that doesn’t make you—”

“No! Its fine. I wasn’t even planning on coming back here. You could’ve lived here for years and I wouldn’t have known the difference. No, I—I was just curious.” Harry stared at the crisp sheet while playing with the tassel at the corner of one of the cushy pillows. He cleared his throat and shrugged a shoulder before continuing, “You could…you know…stay if you want…” Harry looked up just in time to see Draco’s face spread into the widest, most sincere smile he’d ever seen on the blonde’s face to date.

“Thank you. I’d like that very much. All the reason to, now that you’re here”


********************6 Weeks Later…*******************


“When are they gonna tell us what’s going on?!” shouted Harry irritably. He paced the cold hallway of the ward thrusting his hands through his hair. His lover meanwhile was the picture of perfect calm. He sat in the not so comfortable bench reading the Daily Prophet.

“Calm down, love. This isn’t supposed to be easy. Come sit down,” stated the blonde calmly. Harry huffed in irritation and sat next to his boyfriend. Draco laced his fingers through his and Harry could feel calm flood through him. Just the mere touch from Draco could calm Harry’s raging nerves. He never realized that coming home could be such an easy transition. If it weren’t for the blonde next to him he was sure he’d be a complete wreck.

Well he was a complete wreck, but for completely different reasons.

Hermione was currently on hour number six of child birth.

Harry was anxious. He’d heard that child birth was dramatic (“And bloody loud!” commented Ron a few weeks ago about Ginny’s birth). But as he listened for the sounds of women screaming and healers telling them to push, Harry heard nothing. It was quiet. Dead quiet. Harry had prepared himself for the day when Hermione would need to go to St. Mungo’s for the birth by watching muggle movies about it. Funny comedic movies that poked fun at it. But those took place in muggle hospitals. St. Mungo’s wasn’t a muggle hospital.

Draco sensed Harry’s obvious confusion and squeezed his hand. “What’s wrong?” At Harry’s incredulous look, he edited his question, “Besides the fact that your best friends are having their first child down the hall.”

“Why’s it so quiet?”

“What?”

“There’s nothing. There’s supposed to be screaming and Healers telling her to push and Ron whimpering because she’s crushing all the bones in his hand and all that.”

“You’ve watched too many muggle movies, love.” Harry gave him a hard glare and Draco couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course that’s happening. I’m sure it is. The only reason you can’t hear it is ‘cuz they use Silencio and Colloportos charms to seal the room. Wizarding child births are very private. That’s why we’re aren’t allowed to be anywhere near their room. The process is special and therefore every precaution to ensure privacy is taken.”

“Oh,” Harry replied lamely, not having known any of that.

Soon enough a Healer walked out of Hermione’s birthing room and made a beeline to the two sitting men.

“Completely textbook, gentlemen. Your friend is doing well. Bit tired, but considering the length of the child birth—”

“And the baby?”

“—it’s to be—the babies are fine—”

“Is it a boy or—”

“I’ll let the father of the children release that information. He should be right out.” And with that the Healer turned away and left. Harry let his mind catch up and realized something that Healer said at the same time as Draco did.

“Did he say babies?” they asked each other at the same time.

Right then a door banged open and Ron skid from the room into the hall. He walked down the hall with a silly grin on his face. He was slightly blushed, and his hair was sort of sticking up all over.

“Ron what is it? There is just one right?” asked Harry apprehensively. Ron jumped at the sound of Harry’s voice, as if he had just noticed him for the first time, and then shook his head in the negative.

“No?”

“Uh uh.”

Draco’s interests were piqued. Not just one? “Well, Weasley. How many?”

“Twins.”

“Twins?!” Harry whooped in triumph.

“Uh huh.”

“Well bloody hell! Are they boys or girls?!”

“Boys. Beautiful baby boys,” said Ron dazedly. Harry didn’t think that it had really hit him yet. Then suddenly his eyes lit up.

“I’ve gotta tell everyone! Seamus, and Dean. Neville, too! I’ll be back—”

“Wait! Can we go see her? And the babies?”

“She’s asleep. The healer said to give her a little rest, and the babies too. Don’t worry mate. You can see her in few hours.” And with that he left for the communal floo stations. Harry sat back down next to Draco who once again thread their hands together.

“Wow. Twins.”

“Yeah. Never expected that.”

“Nope.” Draco glanced at Harry from the corner of his eyes. He had something very important to ask him, but he wanted it to be special. Asking Harry after the birth of Ron and Hermione’s twins almost didn’t seem like the right time. But he didn’t want to wait any more.

After he and Harry made love on the night of Harry’s birthday Draco knew that they were meant to be together. He wanted very much to live with Harry for the rest of his life. And He would do anything to make that happen.

The blonde had a sudden inspiration and spoke quietly to his lover, “Let’s go for a walk. My legs feel all numb from sitting so long.”

Harry nodded in agreement as they stood, never letting go of each other’s hands. Draco walked them to a courtesy balcony provided for guests of patients that needed a place to get fresh air and relax. Family members could come out to the balconies to think and regroup. It was Draco’s idea, and he helped fund them. Harry loved Draco’s giving side. He really was a beautiful person.

The fresh air of the early morning invigorated them and Draco heard Harry take in a calm steadying breath. The balcony was littered with tables and chairs. They walked over to the edge and leaned lazily against the trellis. Draco cuddled into Harry’s side for warmth, tucking his hand inside the pocket of his robe, fiddling with the box inside. Well it was now or never.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“Where do you see yourself, oh, say, five years from now?”

“Five years from now? Why?”

“Just indulge me.” Harry thought about his options, not sure what Draco meant. Did he mean in terms of his employment, or place of residence?

“I don’t know. Maybe playing Quidditch—”

“No, I mean, oh bugger all. Do you see yourself still dating me?” asked Draco frustratingly. Harry’s eyebrows shot into his hairline in shock. Was that what this was all about? He couldn’t say that he blamed him. It bothered him too, if he was at all honest with himself. They’d been dating since his birthday and he didn’t pretend to be concerned that neither of them had said those three oh-so-important words.

I love you.

They had been in a loving relationship for a month and a half and neither of them were brave enough to say “I love you.” But Harry couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. A month and a half wasn’t a very long time to most people, but to Harry if felt like he and Draco had always been going out. They were perfect for each other. So he supposed, if he really thought about it, he could see himself still being with Draco five years from now.

“Of course, love. I couldn’t see me with anyone but you. These few weeks we’ve been together have been brilliant!” Harry answered truthfully, bringing Draco’s hand, which was still clutched in his, up to his mouth and kissed the back gently.

A soft smile graced Draco’s features. That was the best answer he could’ve ever received, and only made his next step that much easier.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me, Harry,” whispered the blonde as he gazed into Harry’s green questioning eyes. Draco slowly pulled out the small green velvet box, and cleared his throat, trying very hard to find the right words.

Harry’s eyes widened when he saw the box. It couldn’t be what he thought it was?

“Draco?” he asked concerned, flicking his eyes back and forth between Draco’s eyes and the box.

“You know I love you very much, right Harry? I know I’ve never said it, but I—”

“Yes. I know,” answered Harry happily. He knew very well that Draco had a hard time expressing himself. He was a Malfoy, after all.

“But you do know…that if you were to leave me I’d never live again.” Harry nodded and couldn’t help the tears that exploded in his eyes. If he wasn’t careful he’d be crying like a baby.

“Yes. I love you too. It feels like we’ve always been like this. I can’t even remember what it was like before,” he said with a tiny laugh.

“Then you won’t mind if I ask you one more question then?” asked Draco holding the box in between his and Harry’s faces. Harry’s face lit up and Draco couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. Harry shook his head and a gorgeous smile graced his features.

“Harry?”

“Yes?” Draco opened the box and Harry saw, for the first time, the gold band inside. His heart leapt and new that Draco didn’t even have to finish asking his question.

Draco pulled out the ring and set the box on a table near him. He held the ring up and Harry saw the snakes that wound around each other, and the small diamond held in their mouths. It was beautiful.

“Will you marry me?”

Even though Harry knew it was coming, the question hit him like a ton of bricks. It was like hearing the words made it more real. Draco grabbed his left hand and poised the ring at the tip of the ring finger, awaiting Harry’s answer.

Harry’s eyes were full to over flowing with tears now, and as they fell like a waterfall over his lashes Draco gently wiped them away with his other hand not occupied by the ring. Harry beamed widely and nodded vigorously, not trusting his voice at first, then, after swallowing thickly through the hiccupping of his tears, answered his lover’s all important question.

“Yes! Yes I’ll marry you Draco Malfoy. Like you even have to ask!” And Draco slipped the ring on his finger, bringing their lips together.

FIN

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A/N: Well there you go. When I originally posted this I used a few ideas from some of my readers. I’m still thankful for everyone’s ideas.

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Please feel free to check out my other stories. I’ve been told there pretty good.

There will be an epilogue. And I saved all of the original reviews from the last time I posted this and I’ll be posting a separate chapter will all of those, mostly for me so I have them forever.

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