Prompt: # 80
Summary: Harry joins Draco on his house hunting adventures. When Draco finds the right house Harry will have to address his feelings that started when they were in 8th year.
Rating: light R
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, Blaise/Neville, implied Ron/Hermione
Warning(s): cruel teasing, healthy amount of snark, and a few hexes from bullies, but that’s it.
Word Count: 7,909
Author's Notes: I would like to thank the mods for being so patient with me, the people who helped me when I complained, and needed a new view on it. Thanks! I’d like to thank my beta, but they don’t have a LJ. Enjoy!
A year ago, if someone told Harry that he would survive the war he wouldn’t have believed it. He didn’t expect Diagon Alley to open again or to have the chance to finish his lost year of education. However, one of the things that he thought wouldn’t happen was his friendship with Draco Malfoy.
“How long does it take to clean up? Honestly!” Harry grumbled as he waited for Draco by the doorway of the Potions classroom.
“Just because you like to stuff things in your bag without much care doesn’t mean I want my items to go through the same thing,"Draco drawled as he folded up the parchment, closed the cap on his ink, and placed them carefully in his bag.
Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m sure it’s so much trouble.”
Draco shot him a glare as he stood up. “See that didn’t take long.”
“Of course it didn’t, except we’re late to dinner again.” Harry pushed away from the door and walked down the hall with Draco.
“As if we don’t have the elves bring us food.”
Their relationship changed during the beginning of Eighth year. As a way to promote house unity McGonagall placed the students that returned in a communal dorm. Things didn’t run too smoothly at first. Tensions from the war returned and caused daily fights in the dorm.
One day Harry couldn’t take it anymore. He dragged Draco to an empty classroom and charmed the door so it wouldn’t let them out until they worked out their problems. He was tired of fighting and learned that Draco was as well. It took six hours and a few snide insults, but they were able to work out their problems. They vowed to work on the problems that would take more than a talk in an abandon classroom to solve.
By the middle of the year, things had changed not only between them, but between the eighth years too. They could be in the same room without hexing each other and a few friendships developed while older ones grew stronger.
Harry and Draco’s friendship surprised everyone, but they grew used to it.
“I guess I’m feeling a bit nostalgic to be in the Great Hall. We don’t have that long before we graduate," Harry said on their way to the Eighth Year common room.
“Yes, but we have plenty of time to obtain more memories at the last feast," Draco said. He gave the password to the portrait of the 18th century poet Sir William and walked inside.
Harry and Draco placed their bags by their beds and changed out of their uniforms for dinner. On their way down to the Great Hall, Harry couldn’t stop thinking about their last few days at Hogwarts. He was excited, but sad that he wouldn’t be going down the halls every day.
“Think louder Harry, I’m sure no one can hear you," Draco said.
Harry frowned. “Wait, you’re not looking into my mind are you?”
“Of course not, but it’s easy to tell when you’re thinking about something. What is it?”
Harry bit his lip and shrugged. “I know that we’ll get our N.E.W.T.S results in a few days. After that it’s the feast then we graduate. I’m going to miss this place won’t you?”
“I suppose I’ll miss seeing my classmates, but I’m going to keep in touch with my friends so that won’t be a problem. I guess I’ll miss the meals and my only responsibility will be classes not trying to make a living so I won’t fall into poverty.” Draco moved over to the table when Harry tugged him back.
“Wait a minute.” Harry pointed his wand to a spot a few inches from Draco and disarmed a tripping charm. “There we go.”
Draco huffed. “I won’t miss that.”
Harry smiled. “I’ll miss having to save you daily.”
Draco glared at him. “Sometimes you’re more annoying as a friend than an enemy.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
Not everyone grew used to Draco’s friendship with Harry. Some people felt that Harry could do much better than an ex-Death Eater from a disgraced family. In the first months of their Eighth Year Draco didn’t know how many sneers and stinging hexes he could take before he snapped. Things grew better towards the end of the year.
Harry and Draco greeted their friends and started to fill their plates with food. Harry watched Draco as he talked with Blaise and Pansy about their Runes class, out the corner of his eye. Harry wondered what Draco would after graduation. The Wizarding World wasn’t very kind to ex-Death Eaters and he had no idea what kind of job he could get. Kingsley passed through Harry’s mind as a person that could help Draco with his future, but he didn’t want to meddle. Well, he was trying not to meddle.
“Harry! Harry, are you listening to me?” Hermione asked.
Harry jumped out of his thoughts with a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that Hermione what were you talking about?”
Hermione shook her head with a sigh and reached for some pumpkin juice. “I asked what you are going to do after graduation.”
Harry shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about that since the beginning of the year. I could try out for the Aurors and see if I like that, but I kind of want to wait a year before I do that.”
“Why? After you leave you should go straight into the Auror program that way you won’t have to wait," Hermione said.
“I know, but I never had a proper break. I want to take at least one before I make my mind up about anything," Harry said.
Hermione frowned. “I don’t know…”
Harry waited for her opinion against his decision when Ron spoke up. “I don’t think that’s a bad idea.”
Harry smiled as Hermione exclaimed, “Ron! He may be wasting a perfect opportunity!”
“I doubt that. I’m sure Kingsley has a place ready for him whenever he decides to join. Take the vacation, you may never know what could happen," Blaise interjected as he gracefully sipped his soup.
Harry continued to wonder how Blaise ate soup without making a mess or any obscene slurping sounds. He pushed that thought away as he nodded. “Blaise has a good point and I really would like to take a vacation.”
“I’m taking a year off to study other plants before I finish my apprenticeship with Pomona, I mean Professor Sprout," Neville said.
“What are you going to do?” Draco looked to Hermione.
“I was going to study up on magical law. The law regarding Goblins and Centaurs are still quite outdated," Hermione said.
“Sounds like fun," Pansy said as Millicent giggled.
Hermione glared at them as Pansy held up her hands in mock surrender. “I’m only kidding Granger, no need to hex me. I think that plan works for you, for me I’m going to have to think a little harder about it.”
“Me too, I hope there will be some options somewhere," Millicent said as Greg grunted in agreement.
“I may actually follow Harry’s idea and take a year off to figure things out," Draco said.
“You’re going to follow Potter’s idea. I think the world is ending sooner than I anticipated," Blaise said.
“I suppose the world has already stopped since you’re friends with Weasley and shagging Longbottom," Draco smirked. Blaise narrowed his eyes and Neville spluttered in his cup.
“I’m sure it won’t be long until you’re doing the same," Blaise replied as he gestured over to Harry while Neville cleaned his mouth.
Harry frowned as he looked between Draco and Blaise who glared at each other. He knew he grew close to Draco to the point where he could tease him without a hex thrown his way, but he doubted it suggested anything more than just playful banter. He racked his mind for a new topic when Neville beat him to it.
“Is anyone going to continue to follow Quidditch after we graduate?” Neville asked.
“I am, I’m hoping that the Canons win this time around," Ron said as the conversation shifted to Quidditch.
Harry felt Draco’s eyes on him as he returned to his food. Draco turned away when Pansy asked him a question and Harry bit back the urge to sigh in relief. The future was something he didn’t know if he wanted to discuss so soon, but he didn’t have much of a choice with graduation a few days away. He didn’t know if his friendship with Draco would last and that wasn’t something he looked forward to anymore.
Draco glared at ceiling as Ron’s snores sounded in the room. He knew that he set up Blaise’s response, but he didn’t want Blaise to babble his secret. He had a hard enough time trying to keep Pansy quiet. It took him long enough to accept that he liked Harry as more than a friend. He didn’t want anyone to know yet. Draco turned to the side and tried to get to sleep, but his mind wouldn’t be quiet.
Draco didn’t have a solid plan after graduation. Lucius hadn’t talked to anyone since his release from Azkaban. Narcissa worked on her relationship with Andromeda and his cousin Teddy, but refused to go outside the Manor. Draco loved his parents, but he didn’t want to continue living in the Manor.
He wanted to start over. One of the ways to do that was to step away from the Manor and begin work on salvaging the Malfoy finances. He’d have to plan more in the morning when his mind was right. Draco turned to his side and closed his eyes.
The days leading up to graduation passed quickly to Harry. It seemed that in no time they had their N.E.W.T.S results back, their last Quidditch game, the resulting party, and last classes. Harry couldn’t believe he would miss rushing to McGonagall’s class or hop down to the Greenhouses for Herbology. Things were moving faster than Harry thought.
On the day of the last feast, Harry sat outside with Draco, Blaise, Neville, Pansy, Ron, Hermione, and Luna by the lake as they took in the clouds.
“I can’t believe it’s here," Harry said.
“Seems like it wouldn’t happen, didn’t it?” Ron grinned.
“There are still so many things to do, but I am going to miss everything," Hermione said.
“I won’t miss the insults, but living with you Gryffindors hasn’t been that bad.” Pansy smirked.
“I agree," Blaise said as he wrapped his arm around Neville’s waist. Neville nodded and leaned against him with a shy smile.
“In a few hours we’ll be graduates and out in the world. That thought doesn’t comfort me like I thought.” Draco frowned.
“Well, I’m excited to see the Flitterbottoms. There are going to be many that will brighten everyone’s mood and I can’t wait to see them," Luna said.
“It’s going to be nice," Harry said. He turned to the sky and closed his eyes taking in the gentle breeze against his face, the soft grass under him, and the warmth of Draco next to him that he didn’t want to admit quite yet. However, he had a feeling Luna knew by the smiles she gave whenever she saw them together, but Harry wrote it off as Luna being happy that they were talking and not hexing each other.
“I can’t believe you decided to sit on the grass," Harry said.
“I placed a charm that protects my clothes from grass stains. I can’t say the same about my hair," Draco said.
“I wonder what would happen if…”
“Put anything in my hair Harry and you’ll be staring down a stinging hex.”
Harry chuckled and placed his hands behind his head. “Alright, alright. Hey guys when should we go in?”
“The feast will be starting in three hours I think we have enough time to relax," Ron said.
A sound of agreement sounded through the group as they sat back in the grass and watched the clouds. Harry closed his eyes and memorized the moment. He didn’t want to forget it anytime soon.
“I haven’t ate that much since my first year," Harry said on their way back to the dorms.
“Me either," Ron said.
“The elves will miss us more than I thought," Draco said.
Harry could still see the amount of food on the table during the feast. He didn’t think the elves would cook so much for them, but he wasn’t complaining. McGonagall wished them luck in her speech and mentioned her pride for everyone taking the next step in their lives. Harry couldn’t wipe the smile off his face at then of McGonagall’s speech. After her speech, the feat proceeded without much incident except the hexed plate by a seventh year Gryffindor that spit potatoes in the Slytherin’s faces.
“Did you give that kid the ton tongue toffee?” Harry asked.
“I did. I’m sure he’s going to have quite an enjoyable night.” Ron grinned as Harry smirked.
“You didn’t have to do that. It’s something we’re all used to; I knew we wouldn’t be able to escape our last day without someone trying to hex us," Draco said.
Harry frowned and shook his head. “That’s not something you should have to go through on your last day. Honestly, people need to start letting things go.” He noticed the unreadable look on Draco’s face as they stopped in front of the portrait.
“Thank you," Draco whispered.
“You’re welcome," Harry said as they walked inside.
Everyone settled in the common room in the chairs and sofas by the fire. Harry and Draco took the couch while Ron set up the chess game with Seamus and everyone found something to do.
“So did you find out what you want to do after graduation?” Harry asked.
“I do, I want to do something with potions, but before I go further I want to buy a house.”
Harry blinked as he sat back on the couch. “Not a flat, but a house?”
“Yes, as much as I love my parents and the Manor I think it’s time I had my own space.”
“I can see that. I’m looking into a few flats around Diagon Alley, but I haven’t settled on anything yet. When are you going to look for the house?”
“After graduation, you should join me. I doubt you’ll be doing anything important by then.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Do you have anything set up?”
“No, but I--”
“Have enough time to look for houses with me.”
Harry sighed. He knew an argument that would last all night if he continued. “Alright, we can start looking for some places soon.”
Draco smirked. “Good, now since we’re on the subject where in Diagon Alley do you want to move?”
“Somewhere near the twins’ shop, but not too far," Harry said. He sat back against the sofa and discussed the benefits and downsides of living in Diagon Alley. It helped him push back his nerves about graduation tomorrow.
Draco slowly placed his clothes in the trunk as his mind went over the feast last night. Harry pulled a prank on another student on his behalf. Well the plate aimed at all Slytherins, but when he cleaned off the potatoes from his shirt, he saw the glare Harry gave the seventh year. The one he reserved for someone who dared to mess with Hermione or Ron, not someone forced to accept his friendship. Although it was Harry who wanted to work things out, Draco was unsure if it was Harry’s gratitude over what he did in the Manor or something else.
He pushed that thought aside before it grew. Draco thought about his future home instead. He smirked at the thought of how easy it was to get Harry to join him in house hunting.
A few extra days where I’ll have Potter to myself. That doesn’t sound too bad. Draco shook his head at the thought as he flattened the last of his clothes in his trunk. It seemed that Potter couldn’t leave his mind as an enemy or friend. He closed his trunk and checked everything one more time.
“All ready?” Blaise asked as he walked in.
Draco took one last look around the room and reached down to pick up his trunk. “Ready.”
“So have you found a place yet?” Harry asked as he placed Draco’s tea in front of him.
After graduation, Harry settled into his flat that was close to the twins’ shop. He spent the first few days hanging out with the twins and exploring Diagon Alley as best as he could without people coming up to him every five minutes for an autograph or a compliment. Hermione and Ron visited him every other day when they weren’t busy looking for a flat. Draco showed up more than Harry thought he would, but he wasn’t complaining.
“I’ve found a few places that is in my price range. I want to start looking tomorrow.” Draco frowned at the empty space on the table. “Honestly, don’t you know how to entertain a guest?”
“Wha…oh right, the biscuits, one sec.” Harry rolled his eyes on his way to the kitchen.
“I saw that!”
“Wasn’t trying to hide!” Harry responded. He walked back with a tin of biscuits from Mrs. Weasley, he opened them and placed them on the table.
“Alright who are you going to take with you?”
“Have you forgotten that fast? You’re coming with me, so you should be up at around ten tomorrow.”
“I’m still coming with you.”
“Yes, I should have been aware of your faulty memory, but I’m willing to over look that.”
“Oh I’m so grateful.”
“You should be.”
Harry wanted to get angry, he did, but a chuckle came out instead. He stifled the rest of his laughter with another biscuit as Draco smirked behind his teacup. When Harry calmed down, he looked up at Draco. “Tomorrow?”
“Where do I meet you?”
“In front of Magical Locations. Yes, I know the name isn’t something I would have picked, but it’s fit it’s purpose.”
“Alright, I’ll be there.”
Harry chuckled as he sipped his tea. Tomorrow sounds like it’s going to be fun.
Draco checked his watch with narrowed eyes as he waited outside the office. He’s late. He looked back inside as his agent gathered her papers. Penelope Clearwater was one of the few people who would take Draco on as a client. He didn’t want to lose her because Harry couldn’t remember to get up. Draco frowned at his watch again when Harry ran to him.
“Sorry I’m late! I didn’t set my alarm right last night!” Harry said as he tried to smooth out his t-shirt.
Draco had an insult on his tongue until he caught sight of Harry, his flushed skin, and the way his t-shirt showed off the built chest underneath. The same chest he wanted to run his fingers along and map out with his tongue.
You can indulge in a daydream later. Draco fixed his face into scowl and placed his watch back in his pocket. “You’re late.”
“Sorry about that. I thought I set my alarm earlier enough, but I didn’t.” Harry gave a sheepish smile as he ran a hand through his hair. “So ready to go?”
“I am.” Draco nodded as his agent walked out the office.
“Are you ready now Mr. Malfoy? I have many clients today and I can’t…” She stopped at the sight of Harry and put on a pleasant smile. “Hello, Mr. Potter I didn’t know you would be joining us today. My name is Penelope Clearwater, nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too," Harry said with a tight smile.
Penelope smiled and gripped her clipboard. “Come along, let’s start.”
Draco pushed back the urge to hex her. He ignored the concerned look from Harry and turned to follow his agent.
The first house they looked at was in Rowena’s Cove, a small Wizarding neighborhood around the outskirts of Brighton. It was a small Victorian house with a small garden and rickety steps. Harry walked around as Penelope showed Draco the kitchen and living room.
“This is a nice starter home for a wizard and witch ready to start their lives,” Penelope droned on as Draco looked around. He scrunched his nose up at the dust on the counter. He turned to Harry who was trying to open the door to a closet.
“Er this door seems to be a bit stuck!” Harry exclaimed after a hard tug had him falling to the floor and a gust of dust appeared. “Hmm, I don’t think this is a good one.”
Draco nodded. “I would like to look at another one.”
“Okay, let’s keep going.” Penelope walked out as Harry and Draco followed.
The next house was a small town cottage in Little Wheaton, a city around the outskirts of Mansfield. It didn’t look any better than the first one. They couldn’t open the door and when Harry finally got the door open he almost fell into the room. It had a small basement that didn’t have enough room to place a small cauldron. After Harry explained the cost to fix the house and the floor Draco decided it wasn’t the house for him. The next house they visited was in Clover, a Wizarding town in the outskirts of Ashfield. The house was nice with steady stairs and a door that easily opened, but the living room and kitchen were in the same space.
Draco wondered if it was a house for an elf or goblin. After Harry bumped his head against the doorway leading to the bedroom, Draco declined the house. His head was dangerously close to the doorway as well and he didn’t want to bang it against anything.
Draco felt the day was a bust by time they Apparated to the office.
“I’m sorry we weren’t able to find anything for you today. We’ll try again tomorrow," Penelope said.
“Yes we will," Draco said stiffly as he walked out the office. He heard Harry give a friendly goodbye to Penelope on his way out. Draco ignored the glares aimed at him as he walked to the Apparition point. Those glares seemed to intensify when Harry jogged over to his side.
“I didn’t know house hunting could be so dangerous," Harry said as he rubbed his forehead.
Draco wouldn’t admit that the action made Harry look cute. “That’s only the beginning I’m afraid.”
“I’m sure we’ll find better choices tomorrow.”
Harry patted his shoulder before he Apparated out of the alley. Draco sighed as he followed behind him before someone decided to hex him.
Harry sat at the table, rolling his eyes as he flipped through the Prophet. One reporter got a shot of him leaving the house office with Draco and he knew the questions would begin. He ignored the letters that dropped on the table as he pointed the owl over to the treats. He would have to place a ward that would only allow owls from family and friends. He got enough of these owls when he stayed with the Weasleys.
Harry folded the Prophet and looked up at the clock. He cursed under his breath as he finished his toast and gulped down the rest of his tea. He wasn’t going to be late today. Harry frowned as he thought about the houses they looked at yesterday. It looked like the worst houses on the market and he knew there had to be some that suited Draco.
Harry frowned at the way his stomach twisted at the thought of someone eventually making a home in the house he picked. He knew it would happen eventually, but he didn’t want it to happen too soon.
I can never seem to have something without a catch. Harry sighed and shuffled towards his room.
“Made it on time today!” Harry exclaimed as he stopped in front of the office.
“Quite surprising, I thought you would be ten minutes late again," Draco drawled.
“Not today, I made sure to set my clock this time.” Does he have to look so damn good? Harry quickly looked over the causal grey button down with a black dress pants and dark green cloak.
“There may be hope for you yet," Draco said.
Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew it was no hope in trying to tame the locks, but it calmed him down. He racked his mind to say something when Penelope walked over with a pleasant smile aimed at him. Harry noticed the same smile looked a bit forced towards Draco. Harry bit the inside of his cheek to keep his anger at bay.
“Are you ready to go? We have a few houses I’m sure you’ll love," Penelope said.
“We’ll see," Draco said.
Harry nodded. He hoped Penelope had better homes to show Draco.
The first house Penelope showed was close to Berkshire in a Wizarding town. Harry liked the outside of the house, but didn’t like the inside too much. The kitchen and basement was too small for his liking and the living room could use some work. However, when he bought it up to Draco he wanted to go look at the other house.
“Are you sure? You can always have some work done on the living room," Harry said.
Draco shook his head. “I don’t want something I have to fix up. We can come back for something like that later. It’s time to look at the other ones.”
“Sure if you say so," Harry said as he walked out the door and avoided the doorway.
The next one was a townhouse in Wizarding London. Harry walked around while Draco talked to Penelope and took stock of the house. It had a nice living room, good kitchen, but not enough room to brew or even grow ingredients.
“What do you think?” Draco asked.
Harry shrugged. “What do you think?”
“I assume you’re going to be spending much time here so I would like your opinion. What do you think?”
Harry tried to think of an answer, but found it hard to come one with Draco’s words in his head. He wanted to grin like a loon, but he had to answer the question. He pushed back his nerves and gestured around the living room. “I like the living room and kitchen, but there isn’t enough room in the back for a garden and I checked out the basement. It’s not big enough for any brewing though I’m sure we can make some adjustments…”
“No need, let’s look at another one.”
“Alright.” Harry walked out with Draco and Penelope.
The next house Penelope showed them was a Wizarding town in the next city over. Harry liked the basement and the kitchen, but the bedroom didn’t feel like a master bedroom. He walked over to the adjoining bathroom and frowned at the size. Draco squeezed past him and he tried not to react when Draco brushed against him. Draco looked at the size of the room then squeezed back out.
“Seems a bit small, but maybe you can manage?” Harry shrugged.
Draco’s glare answered his question. Harry rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. Draco stomped out of the house and over to the apparition point.
They returned to Penelope’s office who promised to find a house that had a reasonable bedroom, bathroom, basement, and garden. Harry thanked Penelope and stayed close to Draco on the way back to his flat. He had to make sure a stray hex didn’t hit Draco. He didn’t want to smell Draco’s cologne at all.
The next day didn’t guarantee the results Draco hoped for.
“Today was a spectacular disaster," Draco muttered in his cup.
Harry offered a comforting smile and sat down across from him. “I wouldn’t call it too bad.”
Draco glowered at him from over his cup. “Oh and not being able to get into a house because the wards don’t allow a death eater is a fine way to spend the day!”
Harry sighed as he stood up from the table. “I’ll go get more things to eat.”
Draco nodded and wished there was something stronger in his tea. He thought the other day was disastrous with the way Harry hit his head on the doorway or the bathroom that looked like a house elf’s quarters, but today seemed to be worse.
It started the same with Harry running a few minutes late and Penelope trying not to show her displeasure of working with him. The first house had the garden and basement he wanted, but the kitchen and bathroom needed work. When they arrived to the second house, Harry took a few steps before he almost fell through the floor. Draco wanted a house that wouldn’t hurt him or his guests. The third house wouldn’t let Draco go through. The wards placed by the previous owners saw to that. Draco didn’t have enough energy to see any other houses and refused to see the last one Penelope set up. She scheduled them to see it the day after tomorrow since Draco needed a day to recover.
“Here we go Mrs. Weasley made these sandwiches and Luna made these cakes. I’m helping her with her cooking," Harry said as he placed the tin and plate on the table.
“Thank you," Draco muttered and grabbed a sandwich.
“Hey don’t worry about today. We had no way of knowing the wards around the house.”
Draco refused to look up and reached for one of the cakes when Harry gently grabbed his wrist.
Draco’s lips thinned, as he didn’t look up.
“Draco, please, look at me.”
“Why? I have a nice tin to look at.”
Draco knew it would be a mistake, but he looked up. He swallowed at the warmth that filled him at the warmness in Harry’s eyes, his impossibly green eyes. He tried to look away, but he had a problem doing it. There was something in Harry’s eyes that assured Draco things would be alright, but he wanted to sulk a while longer.
“I know that today wasn’t what you were looking for, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop looking. You’re going to find the perfect house even if it takes a little while.”
“Your standard pep talk, I take it.”
“Yeah got better at it during school, but I mean it. Don’t stop looking, you’ll find it.” Harry smiled.
Draco gave a small smile back. “Thanks I’ll keep that in mind.” He looked down at Harry’s hand around his wrist. “Are you going to let me go soon? Makes it hard to enjoy my tea this way.”
Harry quickly pulled his hand away with a flush inching across his face. “Sorry about that. I’m going to see what else Mrs. Weasley sent over.” He nearly knocked his plate over in his haste to leave.
Draco smirked and finished his tea.
Harry grumbled at the owl that tapped against his window. He had quite a good dream that involved him, Draco, and a bowl of ice cream. He didn’t want to be disturbed. He placed the pillow over his head, as the tapping grew louder. Harry groaned under the pillow as he blindly searched for his glasses.
“I’m up, I’m up," Harry grumbled on his way to the window. He let the owl in who dropped off the letter and flew over to the treats Harry pointed to. He carried the letter back to the bed and skimmed through it.
Wait, he found a house? Harry frowned as he read the letter. Draco told him that today would be dedicated to shop for new things for the house since he wanted to carry less things from the Manor when he finally moved. Harry had a few questions about why he wanted to do that, but he didn’t think some artifacts could be moved. He didn’t want to know the reason why.
He pushed that thought aside and calmly read through the letter again.
Penelope sent me a picture of the house and I think it fits what I’m looking for. I’m going to look at it tomorrow and I expect you to meet me in front of the office at the same time tomorrow. I’ll meet you in front of the bookstore around noon to start looking for new things for the house. Try not to be late.
P.S.: Before you ask, I’ve asked Pansy and Blaise if they wanted to join, but they’re busy today. I assume you wanted to sleep in today, but there will be time to do that later. Do try to make it on time.
Harry shook his head before he folded up the letter and placed it back in the envelope. He fell back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Draco found the house he wanted that meant their housing hunting adventures were ending. Harry frowned at the ceiling and the rock that settled in the pit of his stomach.
Now that Draco found his home it’s only a matter of time before he finds a career, settles into it, find someone to share it with…
Harry turned to his side and glared at the wall. He didn’t like when his mind travelled to that train of thought. He wanted Draco to be happy, but he wanted to share that happiness. He wanted Draco to be happy with him. If he couldn’t see himself walking into a place then he didn’t like it. It was one of his reasons he rejected many of the houses.
However, it was ultimately Draco’s decision and he had to work with any home Draco chose.
Harry sighed as he got out of bed and trudged over to the bathroom. He hoped he could go through the day without too much trouble.
“What do you think of this lamp?” Draco picked up a blue one shaped like a cloud.
“Hmm, oh it’s fine," Harry said absently as he turned to look at the lamp in question. He tried to focus, but found it hard between his thoughts and making sure that no one suspicious walked over to them in the shop. He knew it was dumb to look for danger after he spent seven years with it, but it took his mind away from the annoying pangs in his heart. He felt that Draco twisted his feelings further by deciding to shop for the master bedroom first.
Harry couldn’t stop thinking about a mystery person sleeping on the sheets he helped Draco picked, using the teapot hechose, and living in the house he picked.
Merlin, this can’t be good. Harry lifted a green sheet before he placed it down again.
“Did you receive some bad news or something? You’re more absent minded than usual," Draco said.
Harry shrugged. “Didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Oh, did you have company over?”
Harry held back the urge to roll his eyes at the irritation in Draco’s tone. Is he mad? I’m not surprised he does enjoy being the center of attention. “Ron and Hermione came over for awhile. We had dinner, caught up, and played a few games before they left. We didn’t stay up too late.”
“Well when did you finally go to sleep?”
“I don’t know around 2 or 3, I think.”
“Maybe that’s why you’re so tired.”
“I can leave you know.”
Harry wished he slept instead of spending half the night coming to terms with his feelings. He could face Draco with a clear mind. He resisted the urge to hex him as he picked up a nearby green lamp. “I’m going to help so I can get back to sleep and this is the right lamp.”
“So glad to finally have you aboard.” Draco smirked as he walked down the aisle.
This is the guy I fell for perfect. Harry shook his head and decided to check out the curtains.
Draco knew it was the house when he got over his anger from the disastrous other day. It was a nice little cottage not too far from the nearest city, but far enough that no one could bother him. It was also big enough for no paparazzi to pop by for a visit. Something that caught his eye when Penelope showed him the picture and explained the area it was in.
He watched in amusement as Harry walked around. He heard Penelope talk to him about payment and credit, but he figured it out at Gringotts. He would finish it once he signed everything. Draco enjoyed the way Harry inspected the house as if he had a pencil and pad ready to write down anything that came to mind.
Harry came to him when he finished and smiled. “This house is perfect. A big enough basement, a good place for a garden, the living room is right, and there is nothing wrong with the kitchen or bathrooms. The bedroom is big enough and there is a guest room that can be made into a office if you want to. I think you found the one.”
“I believe so.” Draco nodded. He noticed that Harry’s smile seemed a bit forced. Draco opened his mouth to ask about it when Penelope walked over.
“So is this the house you’re looking for?” Penelope asked.
“It is. I’ll be signing the papers soon," Draco said.
“Wonderful! I’ll begin drawing them up.” Penelope smiled.
Draco managed a polite smile, but watched Harry out the corner of his eye.
“Harry, mate, are you okay?” Ron asked.
Harry turned away from the wall to look over at Ron and flashed a reassuring smile. “I’m alright, just thinking that’s all.”
“Try not to hurt yourself we have Draco’s house warming tomorrow," Pansy said as she slid into the booth.
“I’ll try," Harry deadpanned and reached for his drink.
Ron frowned at Harry for a bit more before he nodded and slid out the booth. “I’m going to get another drink and see where Hermione ran off to.”
“Alright," Harry said.
They were at The Silver Cauldron one of the new bars in Diagon Alley to celebrate a few things such as Neville’s finished apprenticeship, Pansy’s new job, and Ron getting accepted into the Auror program. Harry wanted to join in the celebrations around him, but he couldn’t get his mind off the house warming party Draco was going to host tomorrow.
Harry made a few plans to start his vacation around the world, so he wouldn’t be around when Draco started his life. However, his third drink distracted him from his thoughts. Harry didn’t want to be angry on a happy occasion.
“Have you seen it? It’s gorgeous! I’m impressed you picked such a nice house," Pansy said as she sipped her drink.
“It took a while, but we finally found it. It’s a good home to start with someone.” Someone who isn’t me. Harry sulked in his drink.
Pansy sighed and placed her drink on the table. “Draco said that you were a bit dense, but I’m surprised to see if in person.”
“What are you on about? I would like to enjoy my drink," Harry grumbled.
“Didn’t you wonder why Draco asked you to join him to find a house not me or Blaise?”
“He said you were all busy.”
“And you believed that? You are easy when it comes to him.” Pansy smirked.
Harry glared at her as a flush formed across his face. “I’m not…I mean…shut up.”
“Nice comeback.” Pansy laughed as Harry downed his drink. “Draco didn’t pick any of us to go with him, but he picked you and you only became friends last year. Why would he do that?”
Harry frowned in his empty cup, wishing it would refill on it’s own, as he thought of an answer. His eyes widened when realization hit him like a Bludger. The times Draco asked him about the house, the shopping trip, and the way Draco didn’t look at a place if he didn’t like it.
He grinned and stood up from the table. “I’m gonna pay for my drinks now. I’ll see you tomorrow Pansy.”
Pansy smiled and reached for her drink. “See you tomorrow Harry.”
Harry Apparated to Draco’s house and noticed that the wards allowed him in. He walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell as he wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans. Harry nearly bit his tongue when Draco answered the door in a causal white button down with grey slacks.
“Hello Harry, aren’t you a bit early for the party?” Draco said.
“I, um, wanted to talk to you,” Harry said.
“Fine come in, I’m nearly finished with packing. I just finished the master bedroom a few minutes ago.” Draco stepped aside and let Harry in.
Harry walked over to the living room the lack of green and silver everywhere surprised him. He didn’t expect to see lighter colors around the house. The house felt different than the Manor. It didn’t feel as if there was something watching Harry or lurking around the corner. Harry took a seat on the blue couch as he waited for Draco.
Draco returned with two bottles of butterbeer. “I don’t have the kettle set up, but I think this can hold us for now.”
“Thanks.” Harry placed his bottle on the coffee table in front of him.
Draco nodded as he opened his bottle. “So what did you want to talk about?”
“Why did you pick me to help you find this place? Pansy told me she wasn’t that busy to help.”
Draco sighed. “I knew Pansy couldn’t keep her mouth shut for long.” He placed his bottle next to Harry’s and stood up from the chair. He walked over and took a seat next to Harry on the couch.
Harry swallowed when he noticed their thighs pressed together and didn’t want to bring attention to it. He turned to Draco who leaned closer to him and placed an arm around his shoulders. “I’m sure she explained it, but let me show you why.”
Harry didn’t have time to answer before Draco closed the gap with a kiss. Harry’s head started spinning as he closed his eyes and kissed Draco back. Draco hummed and placed his hand on his cheek. It felt better than the daydreams that passed his mind when he couldn’t get to sleep at night.
Draco wrapped his arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him closer. Harry moaned softly and placed his arms around Draco’s neck. Their kiss grew heated as their tongues danced against each other. They reluctantly pulled away when they needed to breathe and stared deep into each other’s eyes.
“So when did you start to like me?” Harry breathed.
“When you dragged me into the classroom it was hard to pay attention to the topic when all I wanted to do was kiss you.” Draco brushed their lips together. “When did you feel the same about me?”
“When we started to know each other. You weren’t as big as a git I thought you were.” Harry smiled.
Draco chuckled. “I’m flattered.” He pressed his lips against Harry’s in another light kiss.
“I was going to wait until tomorrow to show you, but since you’re here I figured this is the best time.”
“What is it?”
Draco stood up he took Harry’s hand and led him to the bedroom. “I wanted to ask you after the party if you wanted to move in with me, but I had to get everything ready. It’s the reason I didn’t have anyone over once I got the home.”
“You did? Pansy didn’t tell me about that.” Harry could feel a flush creeping on his face.
“There are some things I don’t tell Pansy.” Draco smirked. He stopped at the master bedroom and pushed the door opened. “Tell me what do you think?”
Harry’s eyes widened as he took in the room. The lamp, the sheets, the rug with the zigzag patterns on it were there. Everything they agreed upon in the store was in front of him. The bed Draco wanted with the sheets Harry picked out. The bookcase that Draco would need and the night tables Harry chose along with the desk on the side was there. The lamp, the headboard, and the rug with the zigzag pattern on it was there.
Harry turned to Draco who couldn’t keep the smug smile off his face. “I take it that you like it.”
“I do. I like it a lot.” Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck.
“I’m glad. Let me welcome you to your home.” Draco placed his hands on Harry’s hips and pulled him close for a bruising kiss.
Harry leaned into the kiss with a soft moan. He tried to keep the kiss going as Draco walked them over to the bed. He broke the kiss when the back of his knees bumped the mattress.
“D-Draco are you sure?” Harry whispered.
Draco nodded. “I’m sure.” He gently pushed Harry down on the bed and straddled his hips. He leaned down and pulled Harry into another passionate kiss. Harry groaned and pushed his hips up against him. Draco pulled back to look back at Harry. Harry moaned at the sight of his mussed hair and kiss swollen lips.
“Are you sure Harry? I don’t want to rush anything,” Draco whispered as he brushed their lips together.
Harry swallowed at the intense look in Draco’s eyes. He knew that look would undo him one day. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Draco grinned and leaned down for another kiss. Their lips and hands went to work on exploring their bodies. They made quick work of their clothes and met in a heated kiss. Harry shivered from Draco’s lips against his neck and his hands along his stomach. He arched against Draco as a soft cry for more left his lips. Draco silenced his moans with his lips before he mapped out Harry’s body with his tongue.
Harry closed his eyes and couldn’t think of any other place he wanted to be.
Draco opened his eyes to the sunlight streaming through the curtains. He reached around for his wand and closed the curtains with a flick of his wrist. Harry grumbled at the sudden movement and shifted in his arms. Draco gave a small smile and kissed his hair. “Go back to sleep Harry.”
He saw a peak of green when Harry opened his eyes. Harry mumbled something that sounded like an okay before he closed his eyes.
Draco chuckled, he pulled Harry close and slid his fingers through his nest of hair. He wanted to kiss him, but he figured after last night he’d let Harry get some sleep.
Besides, the house warming party didn’t start for a few more hours, he could wait until then.
Draco pressed another kiss to Harry’s hair and drifted back to sleep.
A year ago if anyone told Harry and Draco that they would be starting a new life together that person would have suffered a massive hex. However, that plan didn’t seem so strange anymore.