Chapter 3
After the war, Harry Potter found peace in a beautiful home nestled in the heart of a charming neighborhood. The house was large, comfortable, and tucked away in a prime location, a far cry from the chaos of his previous years. Harry had come a long way from the boy who had lived in a cupboard under the stairs, and now, as a grown man, he was ready to embrace the life he had always dreamed of. Some people might find him arrogant, already planning the life that at that time he don’t even ask Ginny his girlfriend yet. But the fact that, yes Harry is that arrogant. Because all he wanted at that time is making a family as soon as as possible so even without Ginny he knows he gonna find another who got the same dream as him. He would just never predict it was Draco. But after all Draco is perfect as if Merlin created Draco only for Harry.
Living together had forced Harry to notice things he never had before. The way Draco's hair curled slightly at the ends when he didn’t use his usual potion. The way his grey eyes darkened like storm clouds when he was lost in thought. The way his fingers moved, elegant and precise, when he worked on paperwork for the Malfoy estate or wrote letters to those still loyal to his family.
Draco wasn’t just beautiful. He was absolutely gorgeous.
And it wasn’t just his looks.
Harry saw the way he cared—truly cared—about the people in his life. How he always made time for Narcissa, ensuring she never felt alone in the aftermath of everything they had lost. How he still listened to Lucius, even when his father’s influence had waned. How he sent letters to Pansy, Blaise, Greg and even Theo, making sure they were adjusting to this new world they were all trying to navigate.
Draco was loyal, deeply so. He loved his family, his friends, in a way that was quiet but unwavering.
And Harry—Harry wanted to know more.
Auror training was brutal. It consumed nearly every moment of his life, leaving him exhausted and sore at the end of each day. By the time he got home, he would just fuck the beautiful blond and then go to sleep, he barely had the energy to eat, let alone entertain thoughts about his complicated, not-quite-real marriage.
But he love how Draco always wait for him to comehome. How Draco always so excited when he tells what he’s doing. About how frustrated the blonde choose what kind of curtain the use. And as dramatic as always he would tell Harry that the weather is too cold and can’t have lunch with Pansy. Harry would listen the blonde talking while sitting on Harry’s lap like a good boy that he is.