Draco sat on his bed, staring at the time. 11:56.
He had somewhere to be, but he knows that he promised to wait until the clock struck. Tomorrow was so important, he felt wrong not leaving early.
11:57.
Why is time going so slow? Do they not know what tomorrow is? How could they not, he has been beaming for nearly a month waiting on this day.
11:58.
Merlin… Maybe he should go ahead and leave? They never distinctly said LEAVE at 12:00… Well, yes they did. But Draco knew that it was up to interpretation.
11:59.
Why can he not leave? He should be allowed to leave whenever he bloody feels like it. This is the most important day he has ever had. Nothing will ever meet this level of importance.
12:00.
As the clock ticked to midnight, he jumped from his bed, and practically ran to the Slytherin Common Room, looking around for any roamers. His anxieties were high, not because he was scared – not ever, not something like this – but because what if someone sees him transform? Their cover would be completely blown. Yeah, that’s why. No other reason.
He then took a deep breath and allowed his body to transfigure. His body shrunk, and tangled up his insides, and in that moments notice, he then saw the familiarity of the size. A small, white ferret then lied on the floor. Draco began to scurry, a little off put by the darkness and his frustrating blind spot.
Why did he wait so long? He scurried his way to the Room of Requirement, getting faster and more anxious as he got closer. He was so excited; I mean how could he not be? On a day like today? He could not be happier. His small body reminded himself of a noodle, how easily it slid up and down stairs and how flexible it was.
Draco then, after a cautious 20 minutes later, found himself in front of the door. A luxurious silver and green door is in front of him, not like the door to the dueling room, nor the private study, or even the usual red-oak door that sat when the 2 met – this was special, and it was different.
Draco then transfigured into his human form, shaking. He had a tight emerald turtleneck fitted to his skin, black dress pants, and matching shoes. The outfit was meant to be impressive to his lover, though as he looked at himself once again, he wondered if it would be better to change into something nicer, I mean, who wears a turtleneck to-
The door opened to Draco, his face becoming more flushed, scared of every possible outcome of the night. Calm down, Draco. You’ve been together a year, he does not expect too much from you, I promise. Then, from the doorway, emerged a brunette with sparkly green eyes. His outfit was something Draco had never seen him in, a Maroon button-up with matching shoes, and dark brown trousers held by suspenders. It was awkward for a moment, before Draco tried to sputter a compliment.
“You look, Handsome, Harry.”
“Thank you, Draco. Come in, I don’t want to get caught!”
Those short and quiet words lured Draco inside, He stopped in the doorway, as the Door disappeared behind him. He gasped lightly at the sight. It was a beautiful and lavish flat- though it was large enough to be a comfortable cottage. In the middle of the room was a seemingly large living area, complete with tall, dark windows which resembled the ones in the astronomy tower. On the left, there was a small kitchen, dressed in Slytherin colors, and a door for the bathroom. On the right, there was a bed, like Draco’s at home in what it was dressed in, yet much smaller. The entire room was silver, black, white, and green, except for the wrapped presents on the bed, which were in an ugly red.
He was taken slightly aback by the flat, not expecting something of this level. His entrancement was cut short with a question from Harry, “It’s more than I was expecting – to be completely honest I wasn’t sure if you would rather something big or small. This is what came out of it.”
“I love it, it is absolutely gorgeous,” Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him into a thick kiss, “And you, my dearest, look ravishing.”
Harry chuckled lightly, Draco melting at the sound, “Really? Hermione helped me pick it out – I wasn’t sure about the suspenders, but she insisted.”
“Well tell her I said thank you, suspenders are much easier to get off than a belt.”
They both chuckled, knowing that anything of that sort was far in the back of their mind – tonight was about love, not love-making.
“Do you want to see what I got you? It’s nothing fancy, but I have a bigger surprise for a little later.”
Draco nodded, “Your gifts are in my Dormitory, I could not fit everything on my person after transforming.” It was true, they would crush the poor ferret.
Harry pulled him to the bed, which had 4 gift boxes, wrapped in the ugly red paper, “Truly, Harry, I do hope you one day get rid of your obsession with this hideous color.”
“You’ll learn to love it.”
Harry grabbed the biggest box from the stack, one that felt sort of like air to him, with maybe 5 pounds, “This one isn’t from me… Well, yes, it is, but I didn’t make it.”
Draco cocked an eyebrow at Harry, before slowly and patiently opening the box. He was like that, every time he got a gift. He went slow, as to not rip the paper, and carefully open it. As the wrapping paper fell off, he smelled an odd scent he knew he remembered. It smelled like the Burrow, somewhere he had only been a handful of times. Draco looked up at Harry with wide eyes, “You did not asl her to-.”
Harry nodded, and losing all his patience he ripped the box. Inside, a green sweater with the letter ‘D’ on it. Draco nearly cried, though he stopped himself, because he had on makeup, and he would simply die if it ran on their One-Year Anniversary, “Harry Potter, I cannot believe you asked her to do this. I will never take this off,” He pulled it over his head and smiled, not really caring how dumb the shirt under looked.
“I have a few more, nothing crazy,” He smiled at Draco, “And before you say anything about pries, I’m rich, so don’t get all ‘I should be buying you presents you are not as rich as me’, okay?”
The rest of the gifts were just as thoughtful, yet much more expensive. Replacements for all of his current hair and skin products, a ring on a necklace that said ‘I hate you, forever and always’, and a new set of silk pajamas.
There was a small pause for a hug, before Draco looked at him with an odd look, “You said you had one more for me?”
“We’ll have to go outside.”
“Ew, why?”
“I said so. Just to the Lake, what I must show you is personal, and I want you to experience it in full force,” Harry said to him, a wide grin on his face.
Draco nodded, and gave him a grin back, “Well, we cannot just walk there, would you like me to transform, and we walk down with your cloak, handsome?”
Draco had not caught himself before the pet name came out, causing both to blush, “I brought my cloak just for that reason, actually.”
They sputtered around, excited about the change of scenery – not that the flat was beautiful, and Draco would die happy in it, or anything – but they are never outside together. As Harry found his cloak, Draco transfigured his body and was picked up. This was one of those things that they loved, even without the cloak, people would never suspect this small creature to be him. It was lovely. The only people who were even partially aware of their relationship would be the rest of the Golden Trio, and Pansy, who was the one that got them together in the first place.
They exited the room, Draco curling to Harry’s neck. He was soft, and perfectly groomed, and warm against Harry’s neck. It was a freeing feeling of intimacy that they had both fallen in love with, along with each other. Walking to the lake from the Room was a 15-minute walk, which they took in comfortable silence with smiles on their faces. Well, in Draco’s case it was more of an accidental snivel. Poor thing.
They made it there, slowly but surely, catching sight of Mrs. Norris on the 3rd floor, which Harry quickly fled from. As they arrived, Harry pulled his cloak over his head, and placed Draco on the ground. He grew into his normal form, smiling widely at Harry. He kissed his cheek and began nuzzling his neck.
“Would you like to see your big present now?”
“Of course, Harry.”
“Okay, stand over there,” Harry points to a patch of grass a few feet away from him, and trough whines, Draco moves to his spot.
Harry smiles, before taking a deep breath. He then feels his body changing, a small gust of wind hit Draco’s legs, as he appears, in the form of a Stag. Draco’s eyes well, and he smiles warmly to him, “Oh my god, you’re an Animagus.”
Harry nodded. He was brown, with long antlers. It was something that Draco did not expect, and he kissed the Stags head, and transformed himself. Harry crouched down and allowed him to climb on his back. They spent the remainder of the night trotting around in the forbidden forest, and the grounds of the school. The stars were bright and warm, and they lied under them as Draco’s pocket watch struck 3:00. It was something neither of them expected to do, Harry expected Draco to want to take him to bed, and Draco expected Harry to fall asleep before 1:30, as he does a lot when they are together. However, this was special. One-Year together, the most important day ever.
They spent that Saturday together, in secret, but together, and that night, they cuddled until they fell asleep, keeping a steady heartbeat between the two of them.
“I love you, Handsome.”
“I love you too.”
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After 6th year, Harry and Draco grew apart. They still had intense feelings for one another, but in the world, they lived in, it was impossible for them to stay together. After the war, Draco was sentenced to 3 months in Azkaban, as he was found to be necessary to win. After the followings, they did not speak for years.
Harry attended Auror training, which he hated, and then applied to be a professor at Hogwarts, which he loved. He finally settled down after a few years of fearing love, to none other than Ginny Weasley. Now, Ginny Potter. Draco had a similar thing happen; however, his wedding was arranged. Astoria Greengrass, wedded as soon as she turned 18. Both produced children, Harry and Ginny having 3, and Draco and Astoria only having the one.
Then, September 1st, 2017…
Draco stood on Platform 9 ¾, patiently awaiting the train, which was to arrive in the next half hour. Astoria stood, pampering Scorpius, crying a little, and kissing him way too many times. It was annoying to Draco, the embarrassment. However, he said nothing.
Draco looked much more like his father, long, flowing white-blonde locks, all black attire, unlike his old, green-lined clothes. He had much softer features, which made him look much more handsome than his father.
“Remember Scorpius, I will send you an Owl every week on Monday. You should be responding by Thursday. I will love hearing about all of your adventures and classes,” Draco spoke, for the first time since they arrive. He had a small smile on his face.
Then, in the corner of his eye, he sees a familiar green-eyed flicker. He shoots his head up. There, in his sight, was the boy. Well, now, the man. Harry Potter. It made his skin crawl. Can he face him? He pulls his eyes back to Scorpius, who was still being smothered by Astoria. He pulled Astoria from him, rougher than he anticipated, “Astoria, darling, he is okay. You and I both went to Hogwarts. You know it is safe there.”
“Well, Draco, I just want my baby boy to know he is loved!” She yelled out, and once again Draco felt the embarrassment on his face grow.
“Okay, Astoria.”
Without Draco noticing, Harry had made his way over to the small family, and began speaking, “Good Morning, Malfoys,” He spoke sweetly. His voice was much deeper and more tender than it was the last time the boys had spoken.
“Good Morning, Potter, how are you?”
“How long have you been married, Draco?”
“Since 2005, so about 12 years now.”
“That’s lovely. Me and Ginny have been married for 16.”
That was the end of it. Draco smiled and saw his son off. Harry, being a professor, rode the train to Hogwarts with his son.
And that was that. The first conversation in years, and it was over in an instant. Draco knew that, in his loveless marriage, he craved the intimacy him and Harry once had. Their relationship was a dream he had constantly, a few times a month since the end of the war. Maybe it wasn’t Harry – maybe it was the fear that he was the only one who could ever love him in that way.
But that was that. Draco’s interview for Potions Master was tomorrow, and he should not focus on things such as that.