Harry hesitated, but only for a moment before knocking on the door. It opened, and he stared, drinking in the sight he had been terrified he would never see again. "Emily," he breathed.
She was so beautiful, radiant even. She looked stunned, but overjoyed to see him. "Sam! Sam, come quick!"
There was a bang from the kitchen, and Sam sprinted up behind her. He skidded to a stop, wrapping one arm around Emily's waist even as he reached towards Harry with the other. "You're home," Sam whispered. Harry nodded. "For good?"
Harry nodded again, "For good." Sam pulled him close, Emily wrapping her arms around him from the center of the trio's embrace. He had been terrified they wouldn't want him back, and, while he was still scared they would turn him away once they heard the whole story of his past year, he couldn't help but bask in their warm welcome.
"We missed you so much," Emily whispered, tilting her head back enough to meet his eyes with so much love. He glanced up just long enough to see Sam's matching expression before her hand on his cheek drew his attention. His eyes fluttered closed as she gently caressed his cheekbone, leading him in for a soft, slow kiss. He was breathless by the time she broke the kiss with a sweet sigh.
Sam's hand on his other cheek tilted his face back, allowing the other man to capture his lips in turn. Though equally slow, Sam's kiss was more demanding, possessive even. He barely registered Emily shifting slightly to the side, even after Sam stopped kissing him.
He didn't come out of his daze until he felt cool sheets against his bare back. He opened his mouth to protest but Emily covered his mouth with her small hand. "Hush, love. We'll talk in the morning." She smiled softly before laying at his side, pulling gently on his far arm until he curled around her. A moment later he felt Sam join them in bed, spooning against his back. Sam tangled their fingers where Harry's hand brushed Emily's stomach.
Cocooned by his loves, he could almost forget the horrors he had experienced while ending the war against Voldemort. He knew he had much to tell them, and worried about their reactions, but as he drifted off, he couldn't help but embrace the peace their love made him feel.