Unforgotten Memory
Title: Unforgotten Memory
Authoress: flurrytwilight
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Nevile/Luna
Warnings: Implicit Main Character Death, Mental Disorder, Un-betaed.
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: This fan fiction is created when I see the HP Mental Health Fest Banner on LJ. I put a prompt there and well, I can't help myself but try to make the prompt into reality in my own version. I'm really satisfied with my prompt's response but I think I'll post this story just so it didn't being buried on my laptop. :) This story is still unbetaed. If anyone could beta this for me, I'll be really happy. :)
Draco Malfoy wakes up with a small smile on his lips. He is laying curled up on his bed, his lower body is covered by the deep red silk sheet and the bed's centre is empty but unmade.
Draco slowly stretches his body, morning after sex can make you have some cramps after all. He then stands up, letting the cover falls and leaving him stark nude. Draco is comfortable with his nudity. After all, he is gorgeous so why bother hide it?
Draco walks in to the bathroom, determines to take a quick shower so he will be able to make breakfast for him and his lover. Today is a special day after all!
After the shower, Draco casts a drying charm over himself and without clothes; he walks downstairs into the kitchen. He puts on an apron with words 'the best desserts' to cover his nudity before starting to make the breakfast.
His lover is always take on running before dawn and come back all sweaty and looking sexy.
The plus point of the running: his lover usually takes dessert first afterwards.
Draco smirks as he makes simple fried eggs, bacons and toasts for breakfast.
Draco has just finish setting the table when the front door is opened. Footsteps can be heard soon and then there he is.
Harry Potter stands in the doorway. His face flushed after the long run, sweat runs down to his neck before disappearing inside the black T-shirt he wears. A small towel is used to sweep some sweat on his face.
Harry's eyes brighten when he sees Draco and he walks closer.
“Good morning, Husband.” the green eyed man says as he kisses Draco softly.
“Morning, Husband. I see that you're sweating like a swine again. I really hope you'll take a bath first before eating breakfast.” Draco replies with a mock scowl. In reality, he doesn't even care how sweaty Harry is. It only makes the man sexier after all.
“You made me breakfast?” The way Harry's eyes brighten at that is really beautiful. Harry then moves closer so he can pulls Draco into an embrace.
“Mm... You're naked beneath the apron, Draco.” Harry whispers in awed tone even as his hands move lower to grab and knead a handful of Draco's arse.
“Yes, what a perfect observation, Potter.” Draco retorts but his voice is slightly breathless.
“A breakfast and naked cook? Today must be a special day. What do I miss?” Harry asks. He pulls Draco slightly away to gaze into the beautiful silver orbs.
“Of course today is a special day! It's your birthday, git!” Draco answers with a scowl.
Harry's jaw drops as his eyes widen in realisation. “Merlin, I forget.” he breathe before shaking his head.
“That’s why you're so hot in bed last night huh?”
Harry smiles fondly when a blush creeps into Draco's face at the question.
“Well, since it is my birthday, then I can choose what we'll do all day, right?”
Draco raises his eyebrows at the sly tone in Harry's voice. “Yes, except for the Dinner. We'll be having dinner with Neville, Luna, Hermione and Ron.”
Harry’s grin is just a little bit wrong... His eyes are too lustful and Draco shivers under those beautiful green orbs. “That's perfect. Now, the first thing we'll do is having a dessert before breakfast.” Harry kisses Draco hard then, not giving the blond man any chances to protest or maybe voicing his agreement.
“No shagging on the kitchen counter though, Potter! I don’t want to have bruises so early in the morning!”
Draco protests hastily in between kisses. This may be the last time he can speak rationally before long, after all.
Harry just chuckles before pinching Draco's nipple, earning a surprised squeak from the other man.
“Okay, bedroom then. Now.” without warning Harry hauls Draco over his shoulder, ignoring the indignant yells from his lover and walks quite happily into the bedroom.
.O.
“You're impossible, Potter...” Draco sighs in satisfaction as he curls closer into Harry's embrace.
“At least I can make you feel impossibly good.” Harry replies with a smile. His hand is playing with Draco's silken hair, untangling the knots formed from their earlier love making. Harry's other hand rests on Draco's waist comfortably.
“Mm... You make me feel incredible, Harry. I'm sure I'll still feel your cock until dinner.” Draco agrees sleepily. Their love making was hard, fast and rough, the one kind that Draco likes best and now he is spent.
He's sure he will fall asleep in minutes.
“Imagine what our friends will say about that!” Harry laughs, already imagining their friends' embarrassed faces.
“Sod our friends; I don’t bloody care what they'll say. Now hush, Harry. I am sleepy.” Draco grumbles.
“What about our breakfast?”
“It can wait longer. It's not like this is the first time we eat cold breakfast on your birthday and this surely won't be the last time, so hush you.”
Harry's soft chuckle rings in the room. “Demanding prat,” he protests fondly. “Rest well, Draco.”
Draco doesn't reply, his breaths have gone deeper, a sure sign that he's asleep already.
Harry smiles fondly and kisses Draco's forehead.
“I love you, Draco. Forever.”
.0.
They eat their breakfast at 10. The breakfast is cold and greasy, but neither one of them care.
After breakfast, they enjoy a relaxing time in their garden. Harry has planted a lot of lilies, narcissus and roses-especially white, yellow and red roses-there and the flowers are blooming so beatifically.
After the garden, they spend some time watching TV in the living room. Harry has modified the thing so it will still be able to function despite the magic in Grimmauld's Place.
Lunch is spent in a small café near their home. Harry has fallen in love with their Latté and Draco, though he won't touch the coffee, must admit that the ham sandwiches are absolute delicacy.
They talk, joke and flirt with each other all the time. They even have to take a bathroom break together a time or two when the flirting goes just too much that neither of them can stand it anymore.
After lunch, Harry coerces Draco to go shopping for their dinner party. Draco eventually agrees after a quickie in the alley that makes his clothes dirty. A Scourgify resolves the problem before Draco can protest.
They make lasagne, mashed potatoes, deep fried bacons and sausage and Harry's special vegetables soup for the dinner.
Dessert will be caramel puddings with whip cream. They buy more whip cream than they needed for additional dessert.
.0.
Their friends come for the dinner at 7 O’clock. Luna and Neville arrive first. Their wedding had been a little bit of a shock for their friends because no one ever seen it coming. They are a perfect match though. Neville’s patience works really well with Luna’s airy self and wild imagination.
“Hello, Draco. It’s so nice to see you again. You look brighter today, must be the invisible pixie around you.” Luna greets in her usual way while kissing Draco’s cheeks. “It’s nice to see you too, Harry. You must be careful, the Wrackspurt enjoys party.” She continues with a small smile.
“Well, we’ll just invite the Wrackspurt to the party, right Luna?” Harry retorts with a laugh.
“That may be the best solution.” Luna agrees seriously.
Harry laughs again and he escorts Luna to the table while Nevile greets Draco. “Hello, Draco.” He smiles shyly.
“Hello, Nevile. I’m glad you two are coming.” Draco replies with a smile as he shakes Nevile’s hand.
“Yes, well... it’s Harry’s birthday after all. We won’t miss it for anything!” Nevile says with an awkward grin. “Umm... you are okay, aren’t you Draco?” he asks hesitantly.
“Of course I am, Nevile!” Draco answers, eyes wide in confusion by the question. “Why shouldn’t I? Today is Harry’s birthday! Nothing can go wrong today.” He laughs before ushering Nevile to follow Harry and Luna into the kitchen just as the door bell rings again.
“Ron, Hermione! So glad you both can come!” Draco greets as he opens the door to the couple.
“Hello Draco. Sorry if we’re late, can’t get off sooner from work.” Ron answers with a small shrug. He grins at Draco while one of his hands encircles Hermione’s waist.
“No problem at all. I understand working at the Ministry can be hectic sometimes,” Draco grins back before changing his attention to Hermione and her very pregnant belly. “Are you both okay, Hermione? You went to the Healer for a check up yesterday, right?” he asks worriedly.
“We both fine, Draco.” Hermione smiles as her hands move to caress the bulge in her belly tenderly. “The Healer said we might be able to see the baby’s gender on the next check up, but we don’t think it’ll matter what its’ gender is.”
“We just want it to be a surprise!” Ron puts in.
“Well, the decision is up to both of you.” Draco smiles before gesturing to the both of them to enter. “It must be cold outside. Come on, get in. Nevile and Luna and Harry are in the kitchen. You don’t want to miss the foods, do you?” he teases.
“What’s for dinner?” Ron asks eagerly while Hemione jabs him on the side.
“You’ll love it. Dessert is caramel pudding.” Draco answers with a smirk as Ron’s eyes brighten at that and he immediately skips into the kitchen.
“Honestly, sometimes I wonder whether I’m married to an adult man or to a five year old baby!” Hermione huffs in exasperation at her husband’s action.
Draco laughs lightly before encircles Hermione’s shoulders with his arms. “Let him have the fun, Hermione.
Today is Harry’s birthday, we all free to do whatever we like!” he reminds with a big grin.
Hermione watches Draco’s smile with soft eyes. “You’re right, Draco. It’s been a long time since we come here, after all...” she whispers as her brown eyes starting to fill with tears.
“Hey, now, none of the tears. We should be happy today, not sad!” Draco teases gently as he caresses Hermione’s cheeks.
Draco is rewarded with a laugh from the brown haired witch. “Sorry, it’s just the hormone... I can’t even watch a television without crying now!”
They both laugh at that and then, after another quick embrace; they go to the kitchen to join their friends.
.0.
The dinner goes very well. Luna and Draco strike an animate conversation with Harry while Hermione, Ron and Nevile talk about their job while putting inputs here and there. The foods are polished in record speed and Ron eats more than five puddings for dessert.
When the clock shows 11 O’clock, finally Hermione says that it’s late enough for them to come home. Nevile and Luna nod their agreement, so they stand up and say their goodbyes soon after with Draco and Harry escorting them until the front door.
“Thank you for coming, you all.” Harry says with a grin, his arm encircles Draco’s shoulder as the blond rested his head on Harry’s shoulder in return in some exhaustion.
“Yes, thank you for coming, you all. It was a nice dinner.” Draco agrees, smiling at their friends.
“You’re welcome, Harry and Draco. The foods are delicious. The wrackspurts think so too, you know?” Luna replies airily with a dreamy smile on her beatific face.
“We should get together again soon, yes?” Nevile suggests.
“Yes, we really should.” Draco nods. He then hugs Nevile warmly and the other man replies it equally warm.
“Don’t be a stranger now, Draco.” Ron says with a big grin as he steps forward after Nevile releases his hold of Draco. “Also, take care of yourself.”
The blond man chuckles at Ron’s word. “I will, Ron. Harry will make sure of it.” He responds. Ron’s smile falters slightly at Draco’s words but the blond man doesn’t seem to realise it.
“Damn right I will make sure of it.” Harry puts in, his hold on Draco’s shoulder tightened. Draco replies
Harry with a soft smile and a kiss on the lips.
Ron shakes his head with a weird smile before stepping away so that Hermione can give Draco a hug.
“See you again, Draco.” Hermione smiles.
“Sure, ‘Mione. Do contact me about the little one’s news, okay?” Draco replies, eyeing Hermione’s big tummy with soft smile.
“I will. Good night, Draco,” Hermione gaze goes to Harry’s side and she hesitates slightly before smiling and says, “You too, Harry.”
Harry replies Hermione’s smile with one of his own. “Good night, ‘Mione. It’s good to see you again.”
The four friends say their goodbyes once again before stepping out of Grimmauld’s Place. The door closes behind them soon enough but the four friends are still looking at the door with sad faces.
“...Well, tonight went quite well, I think.” Ron says to break the awkward silence.
“Yes. It’s still hard to see him, though.” Hermione agrees silently. She then walks closer to Ron so the red haired man can hug her tenderly.
“He’s happier than the last time we see him though. I don’t think it’s a bad thing.” Luna hums airily.
“Let’s just hope today will end well for him.” Nevile sighs.
The four friends share sad smiles between each other before finally, with two sharp ‘CRACK!’ sounds, they all Disapparate from there.
.0.
“So, we have the house for ourselves again, whatever should we do now, Draco?” Harry whispers seductively as he kisses Draco’s neck.
“Mm...” Draco tilts his head away to give Harry more access. “It’s still your birthday, Harry. It’s up to you.” He answers breathily.
“Let’s go to the bed then, Draco. I want to end this night inside you.” Harry replies, still peppering small kisses on Draco’s neck. The blond can barely nods his agreement before they stumbling to the bed room, clothes scatter around the way as they go.
“Harry,” Draco moans when Harry pinches his nipple hard. “Need you now... please!”
Harry kisses Draco hard then, capturing Draco’s moans with his mouth, he is just too happy to oblige Draco’s request even as the kiss go more and more passionate and tongues become entangle with each other.
“You feel so good, Draco, I don’t think I’ll get enough of your taste.” Harry whispers as he deposits Draco onto the red silken bed.
“Harry... Harry, oh Merlin Harry...!” Draco can just babbles incoherently as Harry begins kissing Draco’s body, stopping to give more attention to Draco’s nipples before going lower and lower until finally he engulfs Draco’s aching cock.
“Merlin, Harry!” Draco yells hoarsely, his back arching as he tries to get deeper and deeper into that hot wet amazingly tight cave. Harry hums in amusement then and Draco lost any coherent thoughts as he shouts out loud.
“Merlin! Please, please! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!!” Draco’s hands are tight on Harry’s hair as he pulls uncontrollably.
Draco can barely keeping his control when suddenly Harry’s finger strays lower and lower from his balls to tease his arsehole and then Draco’s control goes to the windows.
“HARRY!!”
The blonde’s body went into a perfect bow when he finally climaxed, sending hot spurts of come into Harry’s mouth and the dark haired man swallows his lover’s essence quite gladly.
Draco sags back onto the bed when he finally comes down from his climax. Harry smiles at his lover’s satisfied expression before moving up to kiss the sweet pouty lips. Draco moans weakly when he tastes himself on Harry’s mouth.
“Don’t you fall asleep on me now, Draco. I’m not quite done with you yet.” Harry whispers huskily. His voice raws because of the blow jobs as he licks Draco’s cheek happily.
Draco chuckles weakly even as he turns his head to meet Harry’s before answering, “What are you waiting for then, Lover? I will be asleep if you’re making me wait even more.”
Harry smirks before giving into his lover’s demand and starting to give Draco the best shagging of his life.
.0.
The moon is high on the sky and the light shines through the windows and falls onto the couple who are intertwined beautifully on the bed.
“Draco,” Harry whispers, somehow unwilling to disturb the silence that has fall into the room.
“Hm?” Draco hums his acknowledge.
“Are you thirsty?”
Draco falls silent. His body is tense on Harry’s embrace and Harry lets the silence grows until finally Draco relaxes and sighs. “I’m quite thirsty, actually.”
Harry smiles fondly. “I’ll get some water for you then.” He then walks away from the bed. His soft footsteps go softer as he walks farther away from the room.
Draco stays still for a while before he sighs and rolls onto his back. Draco puts his arms over his eyes as he swallows a sob that wants to get out from his throat.
That is how Harry finds Draco when he enters the room again, laying on his back with arms covering his eyes. Draco’s body is trembling slightly as silent tears run down his cheek. Harry immediately goes to Draco’s side and caresses his hair softly.
“Shh... Don’t cry, My Love. Everything will be alright. Don’t cry...” he whispers tenderly.
Draco chokes a sob at Harry’s voice but he still refuses to uncover his eyes.
“Oh, Draco...” Harry puts the glass on the bedside drawer before gathering Draco on his arms. “I’m sorry, Draco. I’m sorry I can’t help you...”
“Harry...” Draco sobs even harder now, his arms go up to return Harry’s embrace even more tightly. “Please don’t go... Please...”
Harry shuts his eyes when he heard his lover’s broken voice but he says nothing to reassure Draco. He just keep caressing Draco’s back until he feels Draco’s tremble subsided before he pulls away slightly to get the water.
“You have to drink, Draco. Please?” he whispers, giving Draco the glass of water and two red pills.
“No... No, Harry... please!” Draco is shaking his head feverishly. He pulls Harry away in order to hugs himself.
“Draco... love... please. You must drink this if you want to be better. Please... I can’t handle to see you sick, Love.” Harry pleads, trying to catch Draco’s terrific grey eyes with his sad green ones.
Draco is still shaking his head but when he sees Harry’s tears running down on his cheek, Draco can feel his resolve cracked. “I don’t want to lose you again, Harry...” he whispers, knowing that it’s a weak one.
“You won’t Draco, you won’t. I will still be here with you. Always.” Harry promises.
Draco closes his eyes one more time before finally nods and reaches out to take the glass and the pills from Harry’s hands.
“I love you, Draco.”
Draco smiles sadly before gulping the pills down. “I love you too, Harry. Even when death pulls us apart.” He replies, but there’s no one in front of him anymore. The bed is cold where Harry is sitting before and there’s only toys scattered around the room.
“I will see you next year, my Love.” Draco whispers into the empty room, knowing that now he has drunk the pills, he won’t be able to see Harry again for quite a long time. Draco needs the pills everyday but once in a year, he will not take them.
Once in a year, on Harry’s birthday, Draco will stop drinking his medicine so he will be able to spend that one day with Harry even if Harry’s body has been buried for years ago.
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Authoress: flurrytwilight
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron/Hermione, Nevile/Luna
Warnings: Implicit Main Character Death, Mental Disorder, Un-betaed.
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: This fan fiction is created when I see the HP Mental Health Fest Banner on LJ. I put a prompt there and well, I can't help myself but try to make the prompt into reality in my own version. I'm really satisfied with my prompt's response but I think I'll post this story just so it didn't being buried on my laptop. :) This story is still unbetaed. If anyone could beta this for me, I'll be really happy. :)
Draco Malfoy wakes up with a small smile on his lips. He is laying curled up on his bed, his lower body is covered by the deep red silk sheet and the bed's centre is empty but unmade.
Draco slowly stretches his body, morning after sex can make you have some cramps after all. He then stands up, letting the cover falls and leaving him stark nude. Draco is comfortable with his nudity. After all, he is gorgeous so why bother hide it?
Draco walks in to the bathroom, determines to take a quick shower so he will be able to make breakfast for him and his lover. Today is a special day after all!
After the shower, Draco casts a drying charm over himself and without clothes; he walks downstairs into the kitchen. He puts on an apron with words 'the best desserts' to cover his nudity before starting to make the breakfast.
His lover is always take on running before dawn and come back all sweaty and looking sexy.
The plus point of the running: his lover usually takes dessert first afterwards.
Draco smirks as he makes simple fried eggs, bacons and toasts for breakfast.
Draco has just finish setting the table when the front door is opened. Footsteps can be heard soon and then there he is.
Harry Potter stands in the doorway. His face flushed after the long run, sweat runs down to his neck before disappearing inside the black T-shirt he wears. A small towel is used to sweep some sweat on his face.
Harry's eyes brighten when he sees Draco and he walks closer.
“Good morning, Husband.” the green eyed man says as he kisses Draco softly.
“Morning, Husband. I see that you're sweating like a swine again. I really hope you'll take a bath first before eating breakfast.” Draco replies with a mock scowl. In reality, he doesn't even care how sweaty Harry is. It only makes the man sexier after all.
“You made me breakfast?” The way Harry's eyes brighten at that is really beautiful. Harry then moves closer so he can pulls Draco into an embrace.
“Mm... You're naked beneath the apron, Draco.” Harry whispers in awed tone even as his hands move lower to grab and knead a handful of Draco's arse.
“Yes, what a perfect observation, Potter.” Draco retorts but his voice is slightly breathless.
“A breakfast and naked cook? Today must be a special day. What do I miss?” Harry asks. He pulls Draco slightly away to gaze into the beautiful silver orbs.
“Of course today is a special day! It's your birthday, git!” Draco answers with a scowl.
Harry's jaw drops as his eyes widen in realisation. “Merlin, I forget.” he breathe before shaking his head.
“That’s why you're so hot in bed last night huh?”
Harry smiles fondly when a blush creeps into Draco's face at the question.
“Well, since it is my birthday, then I can choose what we'll do all day, right?”
Draco raises his eyebrows at the sly tone in Harry's voice. “Yes, except for the Dinner. We'll be having dinner with Neville, Luna, Hermione and Ron.”
Harry’s grin is just a little bit wrong... His eyes are too lustful and Draco shivers under those beautiful green orbs. “That's perfect. Now, the first thing we'll do is having a dessert before breakfast.” Harry kisses Draco hard then, not giving the blond man any chances to protest or maybe voicing his agreement.
“No shagging on the kitchen counter though, Potter! I don’t want to have bruises so early in the morning!”
Draco protests hastily in between kisses. This may be the last time he can speak rationally before long, after all.
Harry just chuckles before pinching Draco's nipple, earning a surprised squeak from the other man.
“Okay, bedroom then. Now.” without warning Harry hauls Draco over his shoulder, ignoring the indignant yells from his lover and walks quite happily into the bedroom.
.O.
“You're impossible, Potter...” Draco sighs in satisfaction as he curls closer into Harry's embrace.
“At least I can make you feel impossibly good.” Harry replies with a smile. His hand is playing with Draco's silken hair, untangling the knots formed from their earlier love making. Harry's other hand rests on Draco's waist comfortably.
“Mm... You make me feel incredible, Harry. I'm sure I'll still feel your cock until dinner.” Draco agrees sleepily. Their love making was hard, fast and rough, the one kind that Draco likes best and now he is spent.
He's sure he will fall asleep in minutes.
“Imagine what our friends will say about that!” Harry laughs, already imagining their friends' embarrassed faces.
“Sod our friends; I don’t bloody care what they'll say. Now hush, Harry. I am sleepy.” Draco grumbles.
“What about our breakfast?”
“It can wait longer. It's not like this is the first time we eat cold breakfast on your birthday and this surely won't be the last time, so hush you.”
Harry's soft chuckle rings in the room. “Demanding prat,” he protests fondly. “Rest well, Draco.”
Draco doesn't reply, his breaths have gone deeper, a sure sign that he's asleep already.
Harry smiles fondly and kisses Draco's forehead.
“I love you, Draco. Forever.”
.0.
They eat their breakfast at 10. The breakfast is cold and greasy, but neither one of them care.
After breakfast, they enjoy a relaxing time in their garden. Harry has planted a lot of lilies, narcissus and roses-especially white, yellow and red roses-there and the flowers are blooming so beatifically.
After the garden, they spend some time watching TV in the living room. Harry has modified the thing so it will still be able to function despite the magic in Grimmauld's Place.
Lunch is spent in a small café near their home. Harry has fallen in love with their Latté and Draco, though he won't touch the coffee, must admit that the ham sandwiches are absolute delicacy.
They talk, joke and flirt with each other all the time. They even have to take a bathroom break together a time or two when the flirting goes just too much that neither of them can stand it anymore.
After lunch, Harry coerces Draco to go shopping for their dinner party. Draco eventually agrees after a quickie in the alley that makes his clothes dirty. A Scourgify resolves the problem before Draco can protest.
They make lasagne, mashed potatoes, deep fried bacons and sausage and Harry's special vegetables soup for the dinner.
Dessert will be caramel puddings with whip cream. They buy more whip cream than they needed for additional dessert.
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Their friends come for the dinner at 7 O’clock. Luna and Neville arrive first. Their wedding had been a little bit of a shock for their friends because no one ever seen it coming. They are a perfect match though. Neville’s patience works really well with Luna’s airy self and wild imagination.
“Hello, Draco. It’s so nice to see you again. You look brighter today, must be the invisible pixie around you.” Luna greets in her usual way while kissing Draco’s cheeks. “It’s nice to see you too, Harry. You must be careful, the Wrackspurt enjoys party.” She continues with a small smile.
“Well, we’ll just invite the Wrackspurt to the party, right Luna?” Harry retorts with a laugh.
“That may be the best solution.” Luna agrees seriously.
Harry laughs again and he escorts Luna to the table while Nevile greets Draco. “Hello, Draco.” He smiles shyly.
“Hello, Nevile. I’m glad you two are coming.” Draco replies with a smile as he shakes Nevile’s hand.
“Yes, well... it’s Harry’s birthday after all. We won’t miss it for anything!” Nevile says with an awkward grin. “Umm... you are okay, aren’t you Draco?” he asks hesitantly.
“Of course I am, Nevile!” Draco answers, eyes wide in confusion by the question. “Why shouldn’t I? Today is Harry’s birthday! Nothing can go wrong today.” He laughs before ushering Nevile to follow Harry and Luna into the kitchen just as the door bell rings again.
“Ron, Hermione! So glad you both can come!” Draco greets as he opens the door to the couple.
“Hello Draco. Sorry if we’re late, can’t get off sooner from work.” Ron answers with a small shrug. He grins at Draco while one of his hands encircles Hermione’s waist.
“No problem at all. I understand working at the Ministry can be hectic sometimes,” Draco grins back before changing his attention to Hermione and her very pregnant belly. “Are you both okay, Hermione? You went to the Healer for a check up yesterday, right?” he asks worriedly.
“We both fine, Draco.” Hermione smiles as her hands move to caress the bulge in her belly tenderly. “The Healer said we might be able to see the baby’s gender on the next check up, but we don’t think it’ll matter what its’ gender is.”
“We just want it to be a surprise!” Ron puts in.
“Well, the decision is up to both of you.” Draco smiles before gesturing to the both of them to enter. “It must be cold outside. Come on, get in. Nevile and Luna and Harry are in the kitchen. You don’t want to miss the foods, do you?” he teases.
“What’s for dinner?” Ron asks eagerly while Hemione jabs him on the side.
“You’ll love it. Dessert is caramel pudding.” Draco answers with a smirk as Ron’s eyes brighten at that and he immediately skips into the kitchen.
“Honestly, sometimes I wonder whether I’m married to an adult man or to a five year old baby!” Hermione huffs in exasperation at her husband’s action.
Draco laughs lightly before encircles Hermione’s shoulders with his arms. “Let him have the fun, Hermione.
Today is Harry’s birthday, we all free to do whatever we like!” he reminds with a big grin.
Hermione watches Draco’s smile with soft eyes. “You’re right, Draco. It’s been a long time since we come here, after all...” she whispers as her brown eyes starting to fill with tears.
“Hey, now, none of the tears. We should be happy today, not sad!” Draco teases gently as he caresses Hermione’s cheeks.
Draco is rewarded with a laugh from the brown haired witch. “Sorry, it’s just the hormone... I can’t even watch a television without crying now!”
They both laugh at that and then, after another quick embrace; they go to the kitchen to join their friends.
.0.
The dinner goes very well. Luna and Draco strike an animate conversation with Harry while Hermione, Ron and Nevile talk about their job while putting inputs here and there. The foods are polished in record speed and Ron eats more than five puddings for dessert.
When the clock shows 11 O’clock, finally Hermione says that it’s late enough for them to come home. Nevile and Luna nod their agreement, so they stand up and say their goodbyes soon after with Draco and Harry escorting them until the front door.
“Thank you for coming, you all.” Harry says with a grin, his arm encircles Draco’s shoulder as the blond rested his head on Harry’s shoulder in return in some exhaustion.
“Yes, thank you for coming, you all. It was a nice dinner.” Draco agrees, smiling at their friends.
“You’re welcome, Harry and Draco. The foods are delicious. The wrackspurts think so too, you know?” Luna replies airily with a dreamy smile on her beatific face.
“We should get together again soon, yes?” Nevile suggests.
“Yes, we really should.” Draco nods. He then hugs Nevile warmly and the other man replies it equally warm.
“Don’t be a stranger now, Draco.” Ron says with a big grin as he steps forward after Nevile releases his hold of Draco. “Also, take care of yourself.”
The blond man chuckles at Ron’s word. “I will, Ron. Harry will make sure of it.” He responds. Ron’s smile falters slightly at Draco’s words but the blond man doesn’t seem to realise it.
“Damn right I will make sure of it.” Harry puts in, his hold on Draco’s shoulder tightened. Draco replies
Harry with a soft smile and a kiss on the lips.
Ron shakes his head with a weird smile before stepping away so that Hermione can give Draco a hug.
“See you again, Draco.” Hermione smiles.
“Sure, ‘Mione. Do contact me about the little one’s news, okay?” Draco replies, eyeing Hermione’s big tummy with soft smile.
“I will. Good night, Draco,” Hermione gaze goes to Harry’s side and she hesitates slightly before smiling and says, “You too, Harry.”
Harry replies Hermione’s smile with one of his own. “Good night, ‘Mione. It’s good to see you again.”
The four friends say their goodbyes once again before stepping out of Grimmauld’s Place. The door closes behind them soon enough but the four friends are still looking at the door with sad faces.
“...Well, tonight went quite well, I think.” Ron says to break the awkward silence.
“Yes. It’s still hard to see him, though.” Hermione agrees silently. She then walks closer to Ron so the red haired man can hug her tenderly.
“He’s happier than the last time we see him though. I don’t think it’s a bad thing.” Luna hums airily.
“Let’s just hope today will end well for him.” Nevile sighs.
The four friends share sad smiles between each other before finally, with two sharp ‘CRACK!’ sounds, they all Disapparate from there.
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“So, we have the house for ourselves again, whatever should we do now, Draco?” Harry whispers seductively as he kisses Draco’s neck.
“Mm...” Draco tilts his head away to give Harry more access. “It’s still your birthday, Harry. It’s up to you.” He answers breathily.
“Let’s go to the bed then, Draco. I want to end this night inside you.” Harry replies, still peppering small kisses on Draco’s neck. The blond can barely nods his agreement before they stumbling to the bed room, clothes scatter around the way as they go.
“Harry,” Draco moans when Harry pinches his nipple hard. “Need you now... please!”
Harry kisses Draco hard then, capturing Draco’s moans with his mouth, he is just too happy to oblige Draco’s request even as the kiss go more and more passionate and tongues become entangle with each other.
“You feel so good, Draco, I don’t think I’ll get enough of your taste.” Harry whispers as he deposits Draco onto the red silken bed.
“Harry... Harry, oh Merlin Harry...!” Draco can just babbles incoherently as Harry begins kissing Draco’s body, stopping to give more attention to Draco’s nipples before going lower and lower until finally he engulfs Draco’s aching cock.
“Merlin, Harry!” Draco yells hoarsely, his back arching as he tries to get deeper and deeper into that hot wet amazingly tight cave. Harry hums in amusement then and Draco lost any coherent thoughts as he shouts out loud.
“Merlin! Please, please! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!!” Draco’s hands are tight on Harry’s hair as he pulls uncontrollably.
Draco can barely keeping his control when suddenly Harry’s finger strays lower and lower from his balls to tease his arsehole and then Draco’s control goes to the windows.
“HARRY!!”
The blonde’s body went into a perfect bow when he finally climaxed, sending hot spurts of come into Harry’s mouth and the dark haired man swallows his lover’s essence quite gladly.
Draco sags back onto the bed when he finally comes down from his climax. Harry smiles at his lover’s satisfied expression before moving up to kiss the sweet pouty lips. Draco moans weakly when he tastes himself on Harry’s mouth.
“Don’t you fall asleep on me now, Draco. I’m not quite done with you yet.” Harry whispers huskily. His voice raws because of the blow jobs as he licks Draco’s cheek happily.
Draco chuckles weakly even as he turns his head to meet Harry’s before answering, “What are you waiting for then, Lover? I will be asleep if you’re making me wait even more.”
Harry smirks before giving into his lover’s demand and starting to give Draco the best shagging of his life.
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The moon is high on the sky and the light shines through the windows and falls onto the couple who are intertwined beautifully on the bed.
“Draco,” Harry whispers, somehow unwilling to disturb the silence that has fall into the room.
“Hm?” Draco hums his acknowledge.
“Are you thirsty?”
Draco falls silent. His body is tense on Harry’s embrace and Harry lets the silence grows until finally Draco relaxes and sighs. “I’m quite thirsty, actually.”
Harry smiles fondly. “I’ll get some water for you then.” He then walks away from the bed. His soft footsteps go softer as he walks farther away from the room.
Draco stays still for a while before he sighs and rolls onto his back. Draco puts his arms over his eyes as he swallows a sob that wants to get out from his throat.
That is how Harry finds Draco when he enters the room again, laying on his back with arms covering his eyes. Draco’s body is trembling slightly as silent tears run down his cheek. Harry immediately goes to Draco’s side and caresses his hair softly.
“Shh... Don’t cry, My Love. Everything will be alright. Don’t cry...” he whispers tenderly.
Draco chokes a sob at Harry’s voice but he still refuses to uncover his eyes.
“Oh, Draco...” Harry puts the glass on the bedside drawer before gathering Draco on his arms. “I’m sorry, Draco. I’m sorry I can’t help you...”
“Harry...” Draco sobs even harder now, his arms go up to return Harry’s embrace even more tightly. “Please don’t go... Please...”
Harry shuts his eyes when he heard his lover’s broken voice but he says nothing to reassure Draco. He just keep caressing Draco’s back until he feels Draco’s tremble subsided before he pulls away slightly to get the water.
“You have to drink, Draco. Please?” he whispers, giving Draco the glass of water and two red pills.
“No... No, Harry... please!” Draco is shaking his head feverishly. He pulls Harry away in order to hugs himself.
“Draco... love... please. You must drink this if you want to be better. Please... I can’t handle to see you sick, Love.” Harry pleads, trying to catch Draco’s terrific grey eyes with his sad green ones.
Draco is still shaking his head but when he sees Harry’s tears running down on his cheek, Draco can feel his resolve cracked. “I don’t want to lose you again, Harry...” he whispers, knowing that it’s a weak one.
“You won’t Draco, you won’t. I will still be here with you. Always.” Harry promises.
Draco closes his eyes one more time before finally nods and reaches out to take the glass and the pills from Harry’s hands.
“I love you, Draco.”
Draco smiles sadly before gulping the pills down. “I love you too, Harry. Even when death pulls us apart.” He replies, but there’s no one in front of him anymore. The bed is cold where Harry is sitting before and there’s only toys scattered around the room.
“I will see you next year, my Love.” Draco whispers into the empty room, knowing that now he has drunk the pills, he won’t be able to see Harry again for quite a long time. Draco needs the pills everyday but once in a year, he will not take them.
Once in a year, on Harry’s birthday, Draco will stop drinking his medicine so he will be able to spend that one day with Harry even if Harry’s body has been buried for years ago.
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