Now There Is a Bunny In My Bed

What can I say, this story is dedicated to Fat Lady!
Well, that person who needs to know what that means knows it, I hope :) .


Just wait till we get to the good part in this story. Altough I haven't written much of this but all of it is in here *taps the side of her head*, so no need to worry. This story will see it's end at some point.
So, as promised, I will reveal what Hermione has (or had) under her bed. And we will get a good look into Harry and Draco's minds, so you will know excalty why everything turned out the way it did.


Oh btw, I'll be putting up the warnings as we go on this story. I still have some undecided things to consider so there might be some surprises even.



Chapter One
~Rough Night~


"Dad!"

"DAD!"

"What?" came a sleepy respond.

"Wake up, Dad!"

"Don't want to."

"Come on!"

"No."

"All right. You asked for it."

"Hey! Give it back!"

"No way! You are just going to fall asleep again."

A sigh. "Okay, I'm up." Another sigh.

After Draco saw his son leave the room, he sat up and yawned. He scratched his shoulder looking around for his clothes. He saw his shirt on the floor, socks next to it, his jeans where nowhere in sight and his boxers were on the lamp at the bedside table. It had been rather rough night if he remembered correctly. A lot of drinking and possibly sex but he could not be sure.

He turned to look at the person sleeping next to him and probed them with his forefinger. "Get up."

His answer was incoherent mumble.

"Get your lazy arse up. We don't have all day."

He heard a frustrated moan from his bed partner.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. A evil smirk spread across his face.

He slithered his hand under the covers.

He found the spot his was looking for and started his magic.

For a few couple of seconds nothing happened but then...

"Oh god, oh god! Stop it!" the sleeper shouted falling out of the bed in his haste.

Draco looked down on the floor smirking. "I knew that would get you moving."

Something like: Gth.. gaah.. came out of the man on the floor. He was apparently fighting to even his breath out.

Draco regarded him with a raised eyebrow.

"I know that look," said the one on the floor pointing his finger at Draco.

"What look?" Draco looked innocent as if he hadn't had any ulterior motives just a few seconds ago.

"Save it to your husband, Draco."

Draco snorted. "Yeah, whatever," he said and got up from the bed. "May I ask one thing, though?"

The other man eyed him warily. "What?"

"Why the hell are my clothes all over the room?"

The man chuckled. "I had to get you out of them so I just threw them around. I wasn't going to fold them or anything. I was rather tired myself, you git."

"So it seems. That explains it why you were sleeping next to me also, Blaise."

"Just so that you know. I had really hard time to get you home from that club we were in yesterday. I'm glad I am in one piece and you passed out before you could actually hex me. Who would be holding the rings if I wasn't on your wedding today?"

"I don't remember half of what happened but I'm sure you will tell me all the juicy details at breakfast," he said as he was finished with putting his clothes on.

Blaise had also finished with dressing so he followed Draco out of the bedroom that would be empty in a few days as Draco and Harry would move to their new house.
Actually they would be going on their honeymoon so it was left to Blaise, Ron and Hermione to do the all the work.

Blaise smiled to himself as he remembered how he had helped Harry back at the school to get Draco. He had and still wanted Draco to be happy and finally Draco seemed to have everything he had ever wanted. He had a loving soon-to-be husband and a son and what Blaise had read between the lines there might be even more children soon in their family.

"Blaise?" Draco asked and waved his hand in front of his face.

"What? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about how stupid kid you were back at school."

"Blah! What are you still thinking old stuff like that. Come now and eat before we are late." Draco guided him towards the table and made him sit down. "Now tell me exactly what happened in that club after I got drunk. I remember vaguely that Harry was there at some point."

It was Blaise's turn to smirk mischievously. "Well, as you said you got drunk in about an hour we got there and I swear; Potter was not supposed to be there but when you were dancing he just suddenly appeared out of nowhere and that is when all the trouble began," Blaise explained sounding rather amused.
"I tried to talk to him but somehow his mouth was always occupied by no other but you my dear friend. So, I called Hermione to get Harry out since he was not supposed to be there at all, but as I was calling her you two disappeared and I found you in the men's restroom apparently having sex in one of the cubicles," Blaise was searching his pockets for his pack of cigarettes as he spoke.

"What do you mean 'apparently'?" Draco sneered.

"What do you think. You both were so drunk that you were not getting anywhere with the lacking coordination. Anyway that was when I decided that you have had enough of alcohol and Potter, so I tried to drag you home but Potter was sending me rather murderous look. Hermione luckily came in ten minutes and she got you out of that cubicle and stunned Potter. Luck was on my side as you passed out at the club. Then I got you home. Well, that was it basically." Blaise shrugged placing a cigarette between his lips.

Draco snatched it away before he could lit it. "No smoking inside." He threw it out of the open window.

"Hey! That was my last one!" Blaise protested.

"Then go get it, prick! We have to leave in two hours if I want to get married at all."

"All right, all right, take it easy mate. You will get your prince charming in the end." He made his way to the door to get his last smoke before the wedding ceremony.