Little Good-Byes

Little Good-Byes by Graballz

Author's note--Okay, this is a companion (standalone) fic to "Unwelcome Surprises" by myself and Calrissian18. This fic will still make sense (more or less) on its own, but I recommend that you read US first so that you know what is going on.

For those who have read US, as you know, Cal wrote the first chapter and the Epilogue, both of which were amazing! I wrote the second and third chapters, getting us from Draco/wRONgness to Harry/Draco as fast as possible!

Edit: This means that "Unwelcome Surprises" is posted under Cal's name, on HER story list, because she was the original author, even though I ended up adding chapters to her story. Here's a link for anyone who wants it:

http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600015907

Then I got stuck on the Epilogue, which Cal covered, but as Roozette pointed out in her review, the part at the end at the restaurant "tweaked" just a little...

So, Roo, I hope this makes up for it!!! I think I understand what you were talking about, and I want you to know that you were completely right about the wizarding world's reaction! It's just that...that night while it was all happening, they were all shocked out of their minds!

HERE is what happened the next day (well, and the night before, after they left the restaurant)! This is meant to be read right after the third chapter and before the Epilogue. (Hence the pre-Epilogue).

Also, for those worried about the songfic thing...trust me. *wink* I think you'll like it. If you don't know the song, I'd recommend looking up the lyrics (Shedaisy's "Little Good-Byes") and then reading it.

Okay, I'll shut up now and let you enjoy it!

~Graballz

Pre-Epilogue

MALFOY-WEASLEY PREGNANCY A FRAUD!

SLYTHERIN GUILE FOOLS GRYFFINDOR GULLIBILITY!

MALFOY: I FAKED MY PREGNANCY AFTER THE MISCARRIAGE!

Draco Malfoy was lounging in one corner of the sofa, reading the headlines with a smirk, while his lover dozed against his chest. After he and Harry Potter had woken up in bed together, Draco had gone to the kitchen to make tea while Harry curled up on the couch. When the blonde sat on one end, cup of tea in one hand and the just-delivered papers in the other, Harry had promptly snuggled up to him. Draco pressed his lips to the back of Harry’s head every so often, as if reassuring himself that they really were together and this really was happening. He couldn’t remember when he had felt so…complete. Perfect. Whole. Content.

It had been completely unexpected—coming clean about the miscarriage in public like that, but Draco wasn’t sorry he did it. He was absolutely correct in his assumption that the media had gone wild over the juicy scandal, and he figured that it would be the subject of much discussion for quite a while, given the complexity of it. First, there had been the miscarriage; second, the revelation that Draco had continued to fake the pregnancy; third, Ron’s habit of cheating; fourth, their break-up; fifth, Draco and Harry’s public first kiss (well, in all honesty, third kiss) and the fact that they were seen leaving together; and lastly, the multitude of personal opinions, theories, revelations, and speculations of not only the reporters themselves, but the eyewitnesses at the restaurant.

Draco opened the Quibbler, the wizarding tabloid paper, and snorted in contempt. At least the facts in this article were more accurate than the Daily Prophet, not that Draco was surprised. The Prophet had reported that Draco had faked the entire pregnancy, not even mentioning anything about the miscarriage. It focused a great deal on Draco’s Slytherin background and Death Eater ties, trying to hint that the ‘fraudulent’ pregnancy was a conspiracy to raise the Dark Lord; the blonde rolled his eyes at the irony, considering the Prophet’s unwillingness to believe Harry when Voldemort really HAD returned.

“Mmmm, even that sound is sexy,” Draco jumped when his lover mumbled, not realizing that Harry had woken up when Draco snorted. “Everything about you is sexy.”

“Well, I should hope so,” Draco teased back, smiling as the Gryffindor sat back, rubbing his eyes sleepily. His thick black hair was sticking nearly straight up, and Draco’s heart tightened at the utter adorableness.

*

Last night had only gone from good to better after they left the restaurant. It was fortunate that Harry was leading because Draco’s mind was stuck somewhere between the ‘coming around’ comment and Harry’s response of, “Actually, he hasn’t yet.” By mutual instinct, they both silently agreed not to go to Draco’s, since he still lived with Ron, but that would be changing quickly enough. The Gryffindor Apparated them back to his flat, where Harry was suddenly grateful to Hermione for making him clean it the other day.

As soon as they landed, right in the middle of Harry’s bedroom, the two former rivals turned to each other and locked lips once more, fueling the heat and passion until they were inexorably pressed against each other, achingly hard and whimpering with need.

“So if I understand this correctly, you haven’t had sex in…a while?” Harry broke the kiss due to lack of oxygen.

“Five months,” Draco gasped for breath himself. “Roughly.”

“Mmmm, I think we should remedy that,” Harry tilted his head and began assaulting Draco’s pale neck, delighted with the way the blonde shivered and succumbed to Harry’s hungry mouth.

“I fully support that,” Draco managed as Harry’s hands tugged his shirt completely free from his trousers, unbuttoned it, and slid it down Draco’s shoulders.

Harry’s fingers started at Draco’s collarbone and played down his bare chest. Harry paused, trailing his palms back and forth across the blonde’s flat stomach, thinking. It tickled lightly, but Draco waited, the moment turning heavy between them as Draco’s bare skin reminded Harry of why Draco hadn’t had sex in roughly five months.

“So you were…?”

Draco nodded.

“And you had a…”

“Miscarriage,” Draco’s voice was thick and tears sprang to his eyes. ‘How funny,’ he thought, though it was more funny-odd or funny-ironic than funny-haha, ‘that I cry more now, with him, rather than when it actually happened. He brings out the best in me. The compassion, which used to be such a weakness in my world, is exactly what makes him the perfect lover.’

“And that was three months ago?” Harry tried not to let his voice break, seeing the extra shininess of Draco’s grey eyes.

“A little over two,” Draco replied, catching one of Harry’s hands and bringing the palm up to his lips. “You were the first person I wanted to talk to as soon as I realized what had happened.” The Slytherin hung his head. “But I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me, after Diagon Alley.”

Harry slid his hand to cup Draco’s cheek, startled and slightly unhappy at the revelation; he was frustrated that it was in the past and there was nothing he could do to make it better. At the same time, though, he wished Draco would have called him; Harry’s heart constricted painfully when he thought about what Draco had gone through alone.

“I know why you felt the way you did,” Harry said in an exact opposite response from that first fateful kiss at Draco’s computer nine months ago. Now he knew exactly how he felt and could, in turn, decipher how his lover was feeling and what he was thinking as well. “I wasn’t the world’s most cheerful person at the time,” which was an understatement because ‘severely depressed’ was a better label for that time in Harry’s life. “But I don’t want you to ever think that you can’t tell me something, okay? Things are different now, and I’m so glad you feel the same way about me. You need to know that there is nothing in this world—not even your rejection—that could change the way I feel about you.”

The tears began to slide down Draco’s cheeks of their own accord, and he let them, overwhelmed by the beautiful words Harry had just said. All he could do was nod, and then the Gryffindor leaned closer and sealed his promise with a kiss.

Harry continued working his lips against Draco’s as his hands found their way back to Draco’s stomach. This time, the touch inspired a hungry lust in both of them, and Harry pressed closer, rubbing their arousals together once more.

Draco’s tears quickly halted, and Harry tenderly kissed away the tracks they had made over Draco’s sexily flushed cheeks. He gave the blonde a wink and sank to his knees, peeling open Draco’s trousers and pulling them down, exposing Draco’s quivering flesh.

Harry grinned, teasing the head of Draco’s member with light kisses and licks, jade eyes watching the blonde’s face. Draco gasped as Harry started sucking on him, and his knees began to tremble. His hands buried in Harry’s hair, petting and raking through the thick ebony mass, pulling every so often. Harry gave a contented and interested mumble of pleasure that vibrated around Draco’s cock every time the blonde tugged sensuously on his hair. Draco’s eyes popped wide as his pleasure increased; Harry’s hand kept him hard while the boy’s tongue swirled around his scrotum.

Harry directed Draco to the bed, maneuvering the blonde so that he was on his back with his legs spread wide open. Harry continued to caress the underside of the Slytherin’s erection as he wrapped his lips around Draco’s testicles; first one, then the other, and finally, both. Draco groaned and bucked, but Harry held him fast.

The Gryffindor pointed Draco’s hardness straight up and began nipping at the helmet again, sucking lightly as his hands snaked to the backs of Draco’s knees, gently changing the blonde’s position until his thighs were nearly against his chest.

Harry grinned wickedly, holding Draco hypnotized with his gaze as he lowered his face to the newly exposed part of Draco’s nether region. The blonde was wide-eyed, flushed bodily, and panting. His head tipped back, and he yowled as Harry’s tongue swiped across his entrance. Harry followed that up with wiggling his tongue against (without actually penetrating…yet) Draco’s hole, alternating with soft bites to the flesh on either side of his opened crack.

Draco had never been made love to in such a manner; he felt worshipped, and he hadn’t done anything more complicated than spread his legs! His mind was awash with pleasure, but a sharp flare of desire burst through his belly when Harry’s tongue deliciously invaded his arse for the first time.

“Ahhh, god, Harry, s-so good!” Draco babbled praises as Harry set to task and tongue-fucked him repeatedly. When the slick muscle withdrew, it was replaced by one of Harry’s fingers, but the transition was so smooth, Draco didn’t even notice until that digit caressed his sweet spot, which Harry’s tongue couldn’t reach.

Harry thought he could very well come just from watching Draco’s pleasure. The blonde was writhing beneath him and pressing back against his finger, so Harry added a second one. He knew Draco hadn’t had sex in a little over two months, and he wanted to prepare his lover adequately so as not to hurt him. It was difficult, though, to stave off his impending orgasm long enough to actually make love to Draco, especially since the blonde was a powerful aphrodisiac.

But the Boy Who Lived had gained better control over himself and his body as he grew up, and he managed to force himself back from the edge, pulling his fingers from Draco’s passage and lining the head of his cock up to Draco’s eager rosebud.

Draco let out a long, low wail of pleasure as Harry speared him slowly and gently, carefully entering and pushing steadily until he was fully seated inside Draco’s tight channel. Harry paused, hovering above Draco, allowing them both to adjust, and he smiled down at the nearly crying blonde. Harry moved his hips in a circle, testing and feeling out what his lover responded to. The Slytherin whimpered, trying to buck his hips and thrust back against the black haired boy’s dick.

“Fuck me, Harry,” Draco pleaded, desperate for movement.

“No,” Harry replied, pulling out and thrusting back into Draco, making his back arch and his blonde head tip back. “I’m going to make love to you…this first time. I’m going to love you, Draco,” Harry smiled evilly as he gave another powerful thrust against Draco’s prostate on the word ‘love’. “I’m going to love you so hard. Are you ready?”

“Oh g-god, yessss,” Draco was more than ready. “Love me, Harry!” And that was exactly what Harry had been waiting for. He anchored himself in a steady position and began flexing his hips back and forth, sending Draco into a mind-shattering haze of bliss with every thrust.

Draco could feel his climax rising up. His body began to shake, and Draco could feel that it was going to be a big one. Everything was suddenly beyond his control, and Draco was just along for the ride as Harry gave an unexpected extra jolt. The Gryffindor’s hand had barely touched Draco’s penis when the blonde ejaculated all over his own stomach and chest, screaming Harry’s name.

When the Slytherin’s glut muscles tightened around Harry’s member, Harry knew he was a goner. His thrusts faltered as he came deep inside of Draco, head thrown back as he moaned his lover’s name in gratification. It felt as though he poured himself—his love, his soul—into Draco’s channel, along with his strength.

Harry dropped like a stone as soon as the white-hot spark of climax allowed him and he only barely managed to fling himself to the side so he didn’t land on Draco. The blonde’s chest was heaving, and his entire body was slick with sweat and come, trembling with aftershocks as he stared at the ceiling sightlessly.

The Gryffindor managed to turn his head so that he could breathe as he panted facedown beside Draco on the bed. His vision was blurry, and he couldn’t remember ever feeling so weak, but his pounding heart swelled with love for the boy next to him, giving him the strength to raise up (albeit a little wobbly) and plant a final kiss on Draco’s brow.

“I love you,” he said dizzily, lying back down but with the top of his head by Draco’s ear and his lips pressing small kisses to the top of Draco’s shoulder.

“I love you,” Draco echoed, turning his cheek into Harry’s hair and nuzzling him. The response was another soft kiss on his shoulder, and he smiled contentedly, suddenly feeling extremely sleepy.

*

“You’re thinking something naughty, aren’t you?” Harry had woken up enough to watch his lover’s face slide from amusement into lust, and though they had had an incredible first night together, Harry could feel himself rising to the occasion.

Draco blinked, caught in his memories from last night, and blushed since he couldn’t deny Harry’s accusation. The Gryffindor’s lap tented, and Draco licked his lips as the movement caught his eye. Draco slithered off the couch and made himself comfortable between Harry’s knees, torn between wanting to shamelessly ogle the boy’s erection and wanting to hypnotize him. The Slytherin compromised, dragging his nails up the tops of Harry’s thighs while making a big show of unabashedly staring as Harry’s pajama bottoms twitched in response. Then Draco’s gaze flicked upwards, and Harry’s breath shortened, seeing the lust and promise in those grey eyes.

It was time for Draco to return the favor, the blonde decided, and he dipped his head, catching the head of his lover’s erection between his lips over the pajama bottoms. He didn’t particularly care for the taste of the fabric, but he breathed on it, creating a hot, rushing sensation over Harry’s cock.

The Gryffindor gasped, eagerly opening his legs wider and slouching down, none-too-subtly encouraging Draco to continue. His hands went straight to his hips, seeking the long, pale fingers that were sensuously teasing the ‘V’ where his thigh and hip met. Draco smiled against his lover’s member as Harry’s hands gripped his, calloused thumb smoothing over the skin of the back of Draco’s hands.

Draco nuzzled Harry’s length with his nose, tipping his head more to gently lip at his scrotum. He could feel his own arousal in his pajamas, and he finally needed more skin-to-skin contact than the clothing would allow. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of Harry’s pants, their hands still twined together, and inched them down. The Gryffindor obediently raised his hips so that Draco could tug them, letting go of his hands as Draco’s face lit up at the sight of Harry’s naked flesh.

The blonde quickly leaned forward and covered the head of Harry’s prick with his mouth, closing Harry’s knees briefly so that he could slide the pajama pants down easier. Harry’s lower body trembled as he lowered his hips back to the couch, Draco’s head following, and the slender hands brushed his ankles as Draco simultaneously removed the article of clothing and took Harry’s tool farther into his mouth.

Harry moaned, pressing his thighs together, his knees just under Draco’s arms, loving the feel of the boy between his legs. The silky blonde bangs kissed and tickled the skin of his abdomen as Draco worshipped his cock. He couldn’t help pushing his hands through the fine strands, watching his lover’s head bob on his groin. The Gryffindor had to tear his eyes away from the steamy sight, staring at the ceiling to keep himself from finishing on the spot.

“Want you, Draco,” Harry panted, looking back down to find loving grey eyes staring up at him beneath a quirked silver brow.

“I want you too,” Draco removed his mouth without breaking eye contact, his voice husky with need. This time, he didn’t have to imagine when he said those words; his fantasy was gloriously naked, flushed, and panting right in front of him.

The blonde stood, pushing Harry’s knees together and straddling them, very slowly peeling his own pajama pants down to reveal his excitement. He stepped away for a brief moment, getting rid of his clothing, and then climbed into Harry’s lap, grinning sexily. He could feel Harry’s breath hitch as he anticipated the skin-to-skin contact that Draco drew out, driving Harry crazy by ever so slowly lowering himself down onto his lover.

When their cocks finally brushed, Harry groaned throatily, chin nearly on his chest as he watched Draco’s hips sensuously grind down onto him. Draco slid a finger beneath Harry’s chin, lifted his face, and captured his mouth in a searing kiss, his body pressing closer until his stomach was against Harry’s. Draco thoroughly snogged the Gryffindor, lazily reaching down to reposition Harry’s dick so that it brushed against his arse.

“I want to ride you,” Draco whispered, smiling at the way Harry’s emerald eyes darkened and glazed over.

“I—yes,” Harry had little to no coherent thought left, and forming a complete sentence was pretty much out of the picture.

“Maybe I should get some lube,” Draco suggested, and at Harry’s nod, he got up and sauntered to the bedroom. Harry let out a whine at the loss, but Draco returned posthaste, already squirting a generous dollop onto his hand.

The black haired boy whined again when Draco palmed his erection, slicking it as he brushed his own cock over Harry’s flat stomach. The Gryffindor’s tanned hands came up, kneading Draco’s arse and pulling his cheeks apart. Draco’s face was beatific, mouth hanging open and head thrown back as he sat back, nudging Harry’s member against his entrance teasingly.

Harry watched, marveling at his gorgeous lover, as his dick was encased in a tight heat. Once Draco was settled all the way down onto him, the blonde rose and bore down sharply, mewling as the head of Harry’s cock whacked his prostate. Harry let his hands drift back to the crease in Draco’s hips as he was ridden.

“Fuck, Dray, not gonna last,” Harry warned, moving both of his hands to Draco’s bobbing erection and stroking it in a downward hand-over-hand motion.

“Oh, yesssss, Harry,” Draco replied, shuddering as the intense passion built in him, erupting like a volcano as he continued to impale himself. His seed coated Harry’s stomach, and Draco opened his eyes just in time to watch Harry go over that edge himself, feeling his lover shaking and coming deep in his arse.

Out of breath, Draco placed his arms on either side of Harry’s head on the back of the couch. Almost immediately, his pleasant aftermath hit, and he grinned guilelessly, wanting to laugh. Harry went boneless, his eyes blinking slowly as his orgasm faded, and he grinned up at his wonderful lover. Draco was content to simply watch him, struck by how natural it felt for Harry to call him Dray, while with Ron, it had annoyed the fuck out of him.

The blonde knew he couldn’t hold himself up any longer, and he managed not to tremble too badly as he rose up, Harry’s softening and sticky member slipping from him, and then he flopped sideways, laying on his back on the couch with his bum against Harry’s thigh, legs over Harry’s lap.

*

“Wow, that was fucking incredible,” Draco panted, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead, naked and sweating from their sexual escapades.

“You mean, incredible fucking,” Harry replied, just as winded. “You’re a sex god.”

“I’m a Malfoy,” was the smug response, but inside, Draco was giddy at the compliment.

“And I’m the luckiest bastard ever,” Harry began to laugh, overwhelmed by the happiness that bubbled out of him in his post-orgasmic high.

“Harry, can I ask you a question?” Draco bit his lip, hoping that this topic of conversation wouldn’t spoil the mood.

“Of course, love,” Harry replied, puzzled that Draco would even ask permission. “When I said last night that there was nothing you couldn’t tell me, that also meant you can ask me anything.”

“You know that Ron and I were together for quite a while,” Draco began haltingly. “He was my…first…ever. You’re bloody amazing in the sack, Harry, and I’m curious as to who you’ve been practicing with.”

With effort, Harry picked his head up and looked at Draco, examining the blonde’s face. Draco seemed a bit standoffish, and Harry knew he meant ‘jealous’ when he said ‘curious’. “You’re my first, Draco. Last night…that was my first time for anything besides wanking. Just now…that was my second time.”

“What?” Draco couldn’t keep the incredulity out of his voice. “Don’t play with me, Harry,” he warned seriously.

“I’m not, love,” Harry leaned over, wiggling out from under Draco’s legs so that he was laying on his side, cuddled up to Draco, who accidentally almost fell off the edge of the cushion when he tried to move over to give Harry a bit of room. Luckily Harry wrapped his arms around the naked blonde, pulling their bodies close and turning Draco’s face so that he was looking at Harry. “I was a virgin until last night…unless you count a couple of times where Ginny and I got interrupted with her hand in my pants…but I don’t…because that was more awkward and uncomfortable than anything else. You’re the only one I’ve ever loved, Draco. You’re the only one I want to do this with.”

“But…that’s not possible,” Draco protested. “You…you were incredible! That couldn’t have been your first time!”

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe YOU are just incredible and it rubbed off?” Harry leaned forward and rubbed his nose against Draco as the blonde wrinkled his.

“I AM incredible, but don’t change the subject,” Draco recognized Harry’s tactic. “Okay, let’s suppose for one second that you WERE a virgin…”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘suppose’? I WAS!”

“I’m operating under the assumption that you have sexual amnesia,” Draco announced. “You’ve slept with someone or someones, which is how you got so great at it, and then you hit your head or something, and you don’t remember who it was, but you still have the skills.”

“Is that even POSSIBLE?” Harry asked, half-teasing and half-indignant. “Do they TRY to make Slytherins this paranoid or are you just special?”

“Shut it,” Draco ordered, mock-glaring at his lover. “So if you WERE a virgin, how do you explain your exceptional boudoir skills? And yes…I AM special.”

“I knew it!” Harry grinned. “I’m glad you think my…boudoir skills are exceptional, but really, Draco, most of it was just that I was really trying to please you. I took cues from you and just did what felt natural.”

“Most of it?” Draco hit upon the partial truth, though he relaxed just a bit from Harry’s compliment.

“Well, Hermione HAS been my best friend for…nine years now,” Harry shrugged nonchalantly.

Draco blanched, struck speechless. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but no sound came out. Harry glanced at him oddly.

“What’s wrong with you? OH! Gross, Draco! That’s just SICK! NO! That’s WRONG! That’s not right! Oh, god! Is THAT what you thought?” Harry made a hideous face as he got the point of Draco’s (erroneous) assumption.

“We’re talking about sexual skills, and you mention Granger! What the hell was I supposed to think?” Draco huffed defensively, sitting up and crossing his arms.

“I read books about it! Graphic ones! With pictures! I studied! That’s what Hermione’s known for! Not…EWWWW!” Harry shuddered. “She’s like my sister. You’re twisted, Malfoy!”

“You’re overreacting, Potter!” Draco shot back, unquestionably relieved that Harry had NOT slept with Granger AND that there was a plausible explanation for his bedroom expertise despite being a virgin.

“You Slytherins,” Harry rolled his eyes. “Minds in the gutter and paranoid as hell. Merlin, I must be a glutton for punishment!”

“YOU? What about ME? I have to put up with your Gryffindor nobility and morals and…and…virgin-ness!” Draco tried to make it sound as if those things were worse than being perverted and paranoid.

“Good thing you have me to help polish your halo, my angel,” Harry rolled onto his back as much as the couch would allow and held his arms out. “And good thing I have you to help me with my little virginity problem.”

“It’s definitely not a problem anymore,” Draco grinned, unable to resist Harry’s invitation. He lay down, tucking his head in the hollow where Harry’s arm and shoulder met, sliding his arm over Harry’s stomach. Harry’s arm tightened around his back, and his other tanned hand rested on Draco’s arm comfortingly. They closed their eyes, fitting together perfectly, and dozed a bit.

*

Draco opened his eyes and yawned as he sat up. Harry stretched like a cat, content with just watching Draco move about gracefully as the blonde padded to the bathroom. Slightly chilly, Harry retrieved his pajama bottoms from the living room floor, pulled them on, and waited until Draco emerged. They shared a sweet kiss in the hallway as Harry took his turn in the loo while Draco grabbed his pajama pants and took them to Harry’s bedroom. He was dressing when Harry walked in and started to do the same.

“So what do we do now?” Harry asked curiously.

“Well, I would like to get my things out of the apartment,” Draco replied, hating to spoil the tranquility of the moment by mentioning Ron, but it was necessary. “I don’t know if he went there last night or if he went home with Lavender, but I want to get my things and get officially moved out as soon as possible.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Harry said seriously, pulling a clean shirt on. “I’ll go with you.”

“You don’t have to,” Draco told him.

“I know, but I want to,” Harry picked up his wand. “Someone’s got to protect you if he gets angry about you moving out. He would’ve hit you last night if I hadn’t used the Cruciatus on him.”

Draco nodded in agreement. “And that’s just one more reason why it’s better that we’re no longer together. Aside from the fact that you and I just make so much more sense together.”

“Of course,” Harry managed to smile as he took hold of Draco’s arm, and the blonde Side-Along Apparated them to the flat.

It was quiet and empty when they arrived. It looked exactly how Draco and Ron had left it the night before. Ron had gone back to Lavender’s, then, apparently. Draco felt another surge of anger, and he purposely left the empty hangers by the closet door, strewn about.

“Harry, will you get me just a little bit of mayonnaise from the kitchen, please?” Draco requested as he magically packed all of his bathroom products. Bewildered, Harry fetched a teaspoon of mayonnaise, an incredulous grin spreading across his face as Draco opened one of their unused condoms, wet it in the sink, and dumped the blob of white stuff into it. He left it on the bathroom floor beside the wrapper, making sure that there were smears of white on the outside of the condom as well.

“What the hell?” Harry looked at Draco with a new respect for the Slytherin.

“My little good-byes,” Draco shrugged good-naturedly and then sneered wickedly. Harry followed the blonde into the kitchen, where Draco made sure to set their unpaid bills by the kitchen phone. It had been another gift from Arthur, as well as their television and VCR entertainment set.

Draco gave Harry the task of putting the boxes and bags Draco packed into the car, which was in their complex’s garage, so Ron must have dropped the car off without going into the flat before heading over to Lavender’s. While he was taking the first load down, Draco picked through Ron’s music collection, taking his Weird Sisters albums and leaving Celestina Warbeck’s. Neither of them particularly liked the singer; all of their copies of Warbeck’s songs had been gifts from Molly.

When Harry returned to the flat, he furrowed his brow upon seeing Draco in an orange hat, based on the Muggle equivalent of a baseball cap. It definitely was NOT the blonde’s usual style, but he grinned when Harry made a comment.

“It’s Ron’s favorite Cannons cap,” he explained, taking it off and tossing it into one of the boxes. “It’ll be fun to burn.” And Harry nodded in understanding. The black haired boy was about to start out with the second load of boxes when Draco asked him to fetch a pussy willow bud from the tree outside before coming back up.

The blonde packed up his portion of the kitchen items. Most of them were Ron’s, since the redhead had been the cook, but Draco picked up the egg-timer hourglass that sat beside the hob, turning it over thoughtfully. He spelled the sand onto the counter, placing the hourglass gently in the box. Draco then multiplied the granules until there was a nice little pile on the counter, which he swept onto the floor.

“Now what are you doing?” Harry asked from the doorway, holding out the requested catkin.

“I’m going to show Ron Weasley why you never cheat on a Malfoy,” Draco replied calmly, taking the pussy willow and Transfiguring it into a cat.

“A cat?”

“Pussy…cat…” Draco shrugged, his lip curling as the feline promptly began digging in the sand as if it were a litter box, only minus the box. “I’ll leave the litter, but take the cat.”

“I don’t really want a cat,” Harry ventured, impressed by the depth of Draco’s revenge and also slightly alarmed. He made a silent vow never to get on the blonde’s bad side, but then, Harry didn’t plan on fucking things up like Ron had done. Draco meant too much to him for that. Harry was also still severely pissed at Ron, which was why his Gryffindor conscience hadn’t kicked in while Draco was planting the surprises.

“No, I’m not into pussy either,” Draco snickered. “I’ll Transfigure it back before we go. Hey, will you load up the TV in the back of the car? Ron can have fun watching the VCR.”

“That rhymes,” Harry commented but went to do Draco’s bidding.

“Maybe I should write a song,” Draco called after him, picking up Ron’s Gryffindor Quidditch Cup. In their repeated seventh year, much to Draco’s disappointment, Gryffindor had beaten Slytherin for the Quidditch Cup by the narrowest of margins. However, it had meant several rounds of celebratory sex, which Draco hadn’t complained about at the time, but if he was really honest with himself, Ron’s lovemaking skills were rather lame.

Harry, as the winning Seeker, had been given the Cup, but the black haired boy had bestowed it upon Ron because it meant more to the redhead to have it. Draco knew how much it would chap Ron that he had taken it, and he tossed it into one of the boxes. He caught sight of the living room telephone handset and was in the middle of changing his voice recording when Harry returned, sweaty from all of the moving.

“You owe me for this,” he told Draco once the message was finished.

“You wanted to come,” the blonde reminded him.

“True, but you still owe me, and I know just what I want,” Harry grinned. Draco perked up.

“Sex?”

“No, we’ll have that, regardless,” Harry replied confidently. “You haven’t seen Star Wars, have you?”

Draco shook his head, already plotting ways of getting out of watching the Muggle movie as Harry began to expound upon the complicated plot. Draco closed up another box and Harry interrupted himself to groan mightily.

“How much more?” The Savior flopped down onto the couch and eyed Draco’s computer. He wouldn’t put it past the blonde to take it, but Draco didn’t even look at it as he flounced over to the mantel, leaving the pictures but taking the frames. Draco picked up the umbrella as well and packed all of it.

“He’ll come home tonight,” Draco said gleefully, glancing around at the now-sparsely decorated apartment. It was definitely noticeable that things were missing. “And turn on the light. Won’t he be surprised to find my little good-byes.”

“Aye,” Harry smiled. “He’ll probably go cry to his mum.”

“And his sympathetic friends?”

“What friends? We’re all on your side,” Harry said. “We know what happened.”

“He can tell ‘em how the story ends,” Draco winked, surveying the mess he was leaving behind. “Oh, I need my computer!”

“I knew it,” Harry muttered under his breath as he dragged himself up and began gathering the last of the boxes to take down. Draco unplugged all of the cords to his computer, hoping either he would remember where they went or that Harry would know when they set it up at Harry’s flat. The cat came up and started rubbing on the blonde where he knelt, and Draco Untransfigured the feline back into the pussy willow and left it in the middle of the empty desk. It was too subtle for Ron to get; the thick redhead would never guess that Draco had transformed the pussy willow into a cat they never had.

He floated the computer down to the jam-packed car. Harry glared at him while he put the tower, monitor, accessories, and cables carefully into the front seat, right where Harry’s feet were going to go.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you remind me I could have done that?” Harry groaned, indicating the floating. “My first instinct was to do it the Muggle way, but now I’m all sore.”

“I’m sure I can help remedy that,” Draco purred, giving his lover a kiss until the Gryffindor stopped shooting daggers at him. They squeezed into the car (and in Harry’s case, with the computer taking up all of his foot room, he SQUEEZED) and Draco drove them back to Harry’s neighborhood.

With Harry’s powerful magic, it only took them three trips to unload all of Draco’s stuff from the car. When they went upstairs to Harry’s apartment with the first load, there was a card taped to the door, addressed to Draco. It looked like Ron’s handwriting.

“He taped a Hallmark to the door?” Harry frowned, watching Draco open it after they set everything down.

“They always said it better than him,” Draco shrugged, indifferently reading his ex-fiancée’s pleas to reconsider their relationship. He examined the boxes they brought up, rummaged through one, and found Ron’s Chudley Cannons cap. Harry’s face lit up when Draco pointed his wand at the cap and card, smoothly casting Incendio. The two items went up in flames and smoke.

They unpacked the rest of the car, and Draco set about integrating his knick-knacks with Harry’s. Before the day was over, Harry was staring at the rubbish bin, wondering how most of his red and gold items had ended up there. ‘Because they didn’t go with the new color scheme’ had been Draco’s reason, delivered sweetly with a mind-melting kiss that had silenced any of Harry’s protests on the spot.

When the Gryffindor looked around, though, his eyes narrowed at Draco’s chosen color scheme of green and silver. The blonde was in Harry’s bedroom, struggling to fit all of his clothes into the smaller closet, so Harry plucked several of his favorite Gryffindor memorabilia out of the trash and put them back on the shelves. If Draco didn’t like it, he could just deal with it, Harry decided; and then he wondered if perhaps he should shag Draco into near-unconsciousness tonight…just in case.

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Author's note--"statue from Japan" = Quidditch trophy. And yes, they DO have wizarding baseball caps for professional Quidditch teams...they got it from the Muggles! *wink*

Other than that, I think the rest is pretty much self-explanatory along with the song. (*defensive tone* They have Hallmark in Britain!)

Hey, I gave you TWO sex scenes! LOL Cal did such a great job with her Epilogue, and then I got inspired for this Pre-Epilogue! (Did anyone catch the "Star Wars" reference? Because Harry calls Draco "Jabba the Hutt" in the Epilogue!!! *squealing* But Draco doesn't know what he means because he squirmed his way OUT of seeing the movies! *cackling*)

Thank you so much for reading!

Love, Graballz

Responses to reviews from "Unwelcome Surprises":

Roozette Thanks for your review!

1. Still working on that...hope this is satisfactory for you in the meantime! *wink*

2. Thank you very much! (That's what I was going for, so YAY)

3. *sigh* Okay, I hope this story answers your review and makes up for the tweakiness! In the patrons' defense, they WERE rather shocked, but you know how people are suckers for happy endings! They were all wide-eyed and speechless during the whole exchange, but then after Harry and Draco kiss, how could you NOT go "awwww"? *wink*

Does this take away the frown (and the tweaking)? Because of COURSE the good scandals hit the papers the next day (not the night of)!!! So here you go with a little bit of the reactions from the rest of the world, because the rest of the world didn't know about it last night, while it was happening!!!

and I'm glad you liked Ron's nickname! *wink* I threw up a little bit in my mouth too, after Ron had sex with Draco and then said that!

Luie Cal is totally right that we both really appreciate your review! Oh good, I'm really glad you liked it, especially the ending! I understand if it panicked you a little, but really...I was going from Draco/wRONgness to Harry/Draco! LOL

Roozette Alright, so if YOU are writing a Post-Epilogue (ha!) where Ron dies, then I figured I'd better get my Pre-Epilogue in right away!

paigeey07 We love you too! Thank you!

Miss Nikki Thanks for reviewing, love! I'm glad that you liked one of my chapters and one of Cal's! I hope you enjoyed the sex and the revenge that Draco enacts! *evil laughter* Totally Slytherin!

Calrissian18 Darling, thank you for taking us on this journey! You rock my socks! (and apparently we need to write more stories together! LOL) I hope you, too, enjoyed this little bit, and I hope you don't mind that I posted it as a standalone PWP rather than adding it onto "Unwelcome Surprises" (since it's BEFORE the Epilogue and you already posted the Epilogue...just to keep it less confusing, hopefully?) So yeah, again, you're awesome!