Harry Comes Home

WARNING!!! This is a slash, people. Don’t like? Then press the backspace button and leave me alone.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Here's part 2. I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Chapter 7: Party Time! Part 2

“Okay okay! Harry, come over here. I think there’s a pile of long awaited presents for you,” said Hermione over the loud music as she quickly made her way over to the pile of wrapped boxes and bags with Harry’s name on them. She used her wand to lower the volume of the music and everyone gathered around as Harry sat in the chair designated his and grabbed a medium box wrapped in blue and gold paper. ‘Must be a Ravenclaw,’ he thought.

“That one’s from me, Harry!” someone called out from the back. Harry looked up and saw none other then Luna Lovegood wave dreamily at him. He smiled and opened the gift with a child like reverence. His smile faded slightly at what he saw. It was a years worth of past issues of the Quibbler.

“What is it, Harry?” asked Seamus, looking over Dean’s shoulder to see what he’d gotten.

Harry chuckled, and replied, “A year’s subscription of past issues of the Quibbler.”

“I thought you’d been on such a long holiday you’d enjoy catching up on what you missed Harry. There’s a lot of fascinating stuff in those volumes that I’m sure you’ll enjoy,” said Luna, and Harry had to try very hard to keep a straight face.

“Why Luna you shouldn’t have!” he said sarcastically, which Luna didn’t notice of course.

“No problem, Harry. Enjoy them!”

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So it went on like that for an hour. Harry opened gifts of all different kinds and sizes, some absolutely brilliant, like the gift from Ron (he’d gotten Harry a season pass to all the Chudley Cannons matches for this year) and the books and stationary set from Hermione. The paper was crisp and was headed with his name at the top left and adorned with little snitch water marks. The quills were wonderful hippogriff feather and the ink wells held inks of all different colors.

Still other gifts were alright, gift certificates to Madame Malkins for three free sets of new robes, which Harry figured he would need anyway, candies from all over Wizarding London, which Harry liked all the same due his monstrous sweet tooth. Even stranger things were given from the Slytherins that he couldn’t quite figure out yet. Some gifts after that were just plain…

…Never mind. Harry knew it was the thought that counted.

Harry was glad to see the end of the pile and wanted nothing more then to get another stiff drink and mingle a bit. He suddenly realized that he really had missed everyone so much, and missed out as well. That was soon going to be rectified. Harry wanted to catch up with all his old classmates, and find new friends in the ones that he never really knew well before.

“Alright! That’s the last one,” said Hermione cheerfully, sweeping her wand around the room cleaning up wrapping paper and bows and empty drink cups. Ron promptly shrunk all the gifts, placed them in a box, and took them away, while the party guests begged for the music to be turned up again. The dancing and drinking continued and Harry looked on with a contented smile. He really did feel at home. He didn’t think it would be possible, but it was.

Harry let his eyes wonder over the faces in the room and he caught sight of blonde hair and gray eyes. The sight of Draco made his mind go back to the dance they shared. Suddenly the room felt too hot, and Harry made his way over to the sliding door that led to the tiny balcony. Fresh air assaulted his senses, but it didn’t ease the ache that returned at the sight of the blonde god. Now that he thought about it, Draco was abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous.

Beautiful too.

Sexy even.

“Bugger all! What am I going to do? I can’t go back in there now! Not with this raging wood Draco caused. All I did was look at him, that prat!”

Harry chastised his libido and his inability to control it. He would just think of something repugnant to get rid of the ache. He couldn’t stay out side all night, after all.

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Draco watched as the birthday boy walked out to the balcony and breathed a sigh of relief. Damn him! How did he get off being so incredibly irresistible? The image of Harry dancing sensually burned in his brain. Draco swallowed thickly at the way it felt to be near Harry, to dance and grind into him. It gave Draco a sneak preview of what was to come, and he knew that he would get what he wanted.

Draco made his way to the balcony as well, and stop to listen as he heard his future lover (presumptuous git, isn’t he?) whispering to himself vehemently.

“Bugger all! What am I going to do? I can’t go back in there now! Not with this raging wood Draco caused. All I did was look at him, that prat!”

Draco was completely gob smacked! He didn’t think he’d had that much charisma. Well he did, but that wasn’t the point. Harry had only been home two days and already had problems with controlling his lust. Draco was floored! This would be easier then he thought. And after he gave Harry his gifts, then it would be all over for the beautiful brunette. Draco would ruin him for anyone else.

“Here you are, Potter,” Draco drawled seductively. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin as Draco slinked his way over to him. The sight of the blonde caught Harry off guard and he found himself staring.

Draco stood next to Harry and cast his gaze out toward the city lights. London was beautiful at night, as were many European cities, but soon he found the sight boring and turned his gaze back to Harry. For what seemed like the millionth time that night their eyes locked. Harry’s eyes reflected his own and he could see something there. Something that wouldn’t have been there a year ago. True, they did have the slightest bit respect of being on the same side of the war, but this? Lust. Desire. Need. They would’ve hexed anyone who would’ve mentioned such a thing. But time changes people. That seemed to be his motto now. Because he was the walking poster child for it. He would never forgive himself for doing the things he did back then. All the fights and nasty words gave him the guilt trip from hell, and tonight he would right all the wrongs that he committed. He’d done well in the name of Harry Potter, and he hoped that all that would right his sins. And hopefully a little dash of love and kindness would help too.

“What are you doing out here, Harry? The party is in there,” he asked cautiously, pointing a finger toward the door.

Harry blinked a few times, and shrugged his shoulders, not wanting to reveal his true reason for coming outside. He’d been trying to think of things that would help his hard length go away, but the sound of Draco’s voice and his presence next to him was voiding all his work. Eventually he swallowed thickly and answered, “It’s hot…in there, I mean.” Draco chuckled at how flustered Harry was.

“So I suppose a gift would be in order,” Draco stated off handedly.

Harry blinked again and realized that a gift from Draco was a bit absent earlier. He cocked an eyebrow at the blonde as Draco conjured a rolled up piece of parchment from thin air.

“This is only one of three, but the others were a bit too big to put in a box,” Draco continued as he held the parchment out in front of the confused Gryffindor. Harry eyed the parchment before asking, “What is it?”

Draco chuckled at Harry’s apprehensiveness. “Well, do you recall what you said to me after you defeated Him?” he asked.

Harry thought about what he said, but that seemed so very long ago to him. He could’ve said anything. He shook his head sheepishly and waited for the blonde to continue.

“Right. I believe you said that when all of this mess was officially over and done, you’d like to do a few things…for our people. Something about a scholarship fund and something or other. Does that sound right?” Harry’s eyes widened in disbelief. How could he have forgotten!? He wanted to do something to give back to the Wizarding community. It wasn’t enough that he save their lives by killing a maniac. The war that raged just to accomplish that would cause irrevocable damage in and of itself. Children would be displaced. They wouldn’t have money to live, let alone go to school. He wanted to remedy that.

Harry nodded his head and grabbed the parchment still held out for him. He unrolled it and gasped at what he saw. It was a proposition for a scholarship fund for children orphaned or displaced because of the war. It would enable them tuition and, if need be, lodging during the holidays, for all seven years. Harry continued to read through and found that the scholarship would also cover other things such as books, quills, parchment, cauldrons, potion’s ingredients, and anything else that the students would need. How had Draco done this?! Harry was sure that this would take the ministry years to agree to! He lifted his eyes in question, but it seemed that Draco knew what Harry wanted to say.

“You want to know where the money is going to come from?” Harry nodded again, too stunned to form coherent sentences.

“Donations mostly. The ministry has already agreed to fund a portion. I told them that if they didn’t I would make their lives a living hell. But other then that, I’ll be helping, and I assumed you would as well, seeing as this was your dream, after all. All that needs to be done is have your stamp of approval and your endorsement.”

Harry couldn’t believe it. He really couldn’t. This man before him that was once his sworn enemy had done all this for him; had made one of his dreams come to life, and Harry didn’t even have to ask! Draco did it all in the hopes that Harry would come home and make it final. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t wait to see the more final version (surely this was just a draft) and to see needy children, ready to learn, taking full advantage of it. Harry tried very hard to hide his tears, but soon he was too happy and overwhelmed and they came freely.

Draco saw Harry’s tears and was nervous for all of two seconds before Harry smiled and nodded his head. Harry wandlessly conjured a quill (something he didn’t think he could still do) and signed the parchment, sealing the deal, making him and Draco business partners. Draco took the parchment and signed his own name next to Harry’s, rolled it back up and dismissed it back to where ever it came from in the first place.

“Thank you, Draco. I still can’t believe you did this for me,” Harry said quietly, wiping joyful tears away. Draco swatted his hands away and continued to wipe Harry’s tears away himself.

“Your welcome, Harry. It was the least I could do. But it wasn’t just for you. I believe in your vision for those that were ruined by the war. Not just the children need our help, but adults too. I was hoping to donate money to St. Mungo’s as well. War injuries and the like are still a problem and St. Mungo’s is need of some serious help,” said Draco and he continued to brush the back of his hand against Harry’s cheek.

Harry stood and listened to Draco’s speech enthralled by the hand on his cheek. ‘Bugger. I am falling in love. I have to be. This is exactly what it was like with Calvin. But it feels loads more intense. Maybe what I felt with Calvin wasn’t real love?’

“I want to help as much as I can Harry. But first I should finish with your presents.” Draco took Harry’s hand and led him back inside and through the dancing throng of people. Harry thought that maybe Draco would dance with him again, but was disappointed when the blonde led him through the same door he came through earlier and out into the kitchen. Now Harry was truly confused. What could Draco possibly be giving him in the kitchen?

“So are you ready to Apparate, Harry?” asked Draco suddenly. Harry’s heart jumped into his throat at the thought side-along Apparation.

“Why? Where are we going?”

“You’ll see”

“Couldn’t we use the Floo?”

“No. Don’t worry. It won’t be so bad. I have a very smooth technique. You’ll barely feel it.” Harry wasn’t so sure, and when Draco grabbed his hand, Harry braced for the nauseating lurch. But he heard two distinctive pops, felt his feet leaving the ground and landing again, and realized that Draco was incredibly talented. He hadn’t felt a thing! He also realized that Draco was whispering quietly in his ear.

“You can open your eyes Harry.”

Harry slowly opened first one eye then the next and gasped in awe at what he saw. A pearly white mansion stood beautifully before him. He instantly recognized it as Malfoy Manor, which he saw only once during the war. He and Draco raided it for the last Horcrux, and at the time it didn’t look to be in very good condition. But now it looked immaculate. Then Harry noticed for the first time the words on the sign above the door. The breath caught in Harry’s throat at what he saw.




Despite how hard he tried to prevent it, Harry’s eyes misted over with tears again. He couldn’t believe that this was done for him. Harry never thought in a million years Draco Malfoy would do this. First the scholarship, and now an orphanage! And it was his home! Surely he wouldn’t just let children in to his home?

“Draco…what is this? This is your home! A home that’s been in your family since the very beginning of Wizarding society! What—”

“I sold it,” said the blonde simply, like it was the most obvious answer. Harry threw him a skeptical look, and Draco continued, “I felt that the need for a permanent residence for displaced children was far greater then my need to stay here. Besides, it didn’t feel like the same place to me as it did when I was a lad. It didn’t feel like home anymore. It took a great deal of time to clean it up and get all the dark magic out of it, but when it was finally done, and orphaned children were being brought in, I knew it was worth it. I just hope that you feel that way about it too, Harry.”

Harry was floored! He never expected this. Draco gave up his own home for a vision. What was he supposed to say? Thank you didn’t seem to cut it. He seemed to just stare in awe instead of speak.

“I’ll take the silence as a yes, then,” said Draco. Harry suddenly was very excited. He felt like a child again.

“I want to go in! Can I see it-?”

“Not yet Harry. I still have one more gift to give you, remember. I’ll bring you back to the orphanage some other time.” And with that he grabbed Harry’s hand again, and before the Gryffindor could protest, they had popped off to another home. Harry blinked again at the ease of Draco’s Disapparation.

“Okay…so where are we now?” asked Harry apprehensively.

Draco watched in amusement at Harry’s trepidation. He tipped his head over Harry’s shoulder, and whispered, “Turn around Harry.”

He slowly looked over his shoulder. At first he couldn’t recognize the home, but the iron numbers next to the front door jogged his memory. He nearly fell over in astonishment at the sight before him.

“You didn’t! This is…is…” Harry stammered as Draco merely nodded his head in affirmation of Harry’s question.

“The Ancient and Noble House of Black. The house that Sirius Black willed to you.”

“But how did you…I mean why would you-”

“Harry. Stop. I did it because you needed a place to live. We all knew you’d come back some day, and you couldn’t live with Hermione and Ron. At least not forever. And you couldn’t live here in the same condition it was in before. I wouldn’t let you live in this place with they way it looked! It was filthy! Not to mention the boggarts in every closet and dresser.”

Harry took in the new façade of the house that was to be his home. It looked almost brand new. Forget his anxiety! If Draco got rid of Mrs. Black, then living here would be an honor! He was eager to see the inside, and without a word he ran to the front door.

“Hey! Wait-” Draco followed after him, laughing at Harry’s excitement. He entered the front door and found Harry still and quiet, his neck craned in such a way so that he could see the new ceiling. Everything was beautifully decorated. The floors were a polished hard wood, and the walls were creamy beige. The stairs were redone, and swept elegantly in a curve to second floor. And he noticed with complete relief that the portrait of Mrs. Black was no where to be seen.

Harry was sure he’d never cried so much over something so trivial. But he couldn’t help it. He never imagined Grimmauld Place like this! And Draco did it for him? Impossible as it seemed to Harry, but he was fairly sure that Draco was becoming his favorite person in the world at this moment.

“Well?”

Harry spun around and launched himself at the stunned blonde, sobbing happily. Draco could barely make out what Harry was saying, but caught a “…thank you…” and “…you shouldn’t have…”

“It’s alright. I wanted to. But don’t get all emotional now. You still haven’t seen the rest of the house. There’s the great room, the living room, and the kitchen; not mention the master’s bedroom…” he let the statement trail off suggestively, knowing Harry would get the picture.

Draco grabbed Harry’s hand and led him up the stairs and down the hall to largest room in the house. Before opening the door he turned around and smiled slyly.

“Close your eyes,” he commanded quietly and Harry gave a look that spoke volumes of how unfair that request was. At Draco’s stern look, he huffed a sigh and let his lashes flutter closed. He heard the blond open the door and felt him take his hand to lead him into the room. Harry tried to sneakily open his eyes but Draco saw, and admonished him immediately.

“No peaking,” and with that said the Slytherin left Harry alone, mucking around with something or another, and soon he could hear the light sounds of music playing. Harry was beginning to get impatient and started to wring his hands restlessly.

“Come on, Malfoy! Hurry up!” Harry begged jokingly, and Draco couldn’t help but chortle at Harry’s antics.

“Just hold your knickers on!”

Soon enough Harry felt the blonde’s presence behind him and hands over his eyes. He wanted to swat the hands away, but instead let the blonde lead him farther into the room. The hands left, but Draco didn’t. He merely stepped aside and hooked his arm through Harry’s.

“You can open them, now.”

Harry’s eyes snapped opened and what he saw nearly made him fall on his face. He was sure Draco spent months planning this. Everything was a deep, sensual, sexy red. The bed was the only thing that was different in color. It was a rich, deep black, and the pillows seemed to have a green iridescence to them. ‘That must be Draco’s subtle way of putting his little touch to the room,” thought Harry.

“Well?” asked the blonde, unsure if Harry’s silence was a good thing.

“I love it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah”

“That’s good.”

“I especially love the candles,” Harry murmured as he walked over to a brightly burning white candle and took in the soft smell of oleander and vanilla. Draco’s eyes lit up at the sight of Harry sighing in pleasure. He knew it was his time to put his plans into action, and as Harry made his way to the bed to stroke the soft sheets Draco’s heart began to race at the images of the raven-haired man lying naked on those same sheets.

Draco was broken from his musings when he heard the clearing of a throat. His head whipped around to find Harry at his side gazing at him in confusion.

“Day dream much?” Harry asked sarcastically, and laughed out loud heartily at Draco’s blush. Draco grabbed Harry’s hands and wrapped them around his own waist, bringing them closer to each other.

“Harry, I have something to tell you. And I want you to listen very carefully, for what I’m about to say is pure, unadulterated truth, and very important to me.” Harry nodded his head and Draco continued, “While you were gone, I did quite a bit of soul searching, and my fair share of begging for forgiveness-”

“I already know. Ron and Hermione told me what you did,” Harry interrupted quietly.

“Then you must know that what I’m going to say next.” Harry nodded once more and removed his hands from the blonde’s waist, only to replace them around his neck, sliding a hand through the hair at the nape of Draco’s neck.

Draco shuddered at the feel of Harry’s hands at his neck and soon the images of his dream flooded back to his mind’s eye. His eyes fluttered open and his breath hitched at the sight of Harry’s face so close to his. He had to tell Harry everything. He didn’t think he could ever keep a secret from a beautiful face like that ever again.

“Harry…”

“Yes?” The sound of Harry’s voice made him break down. He knew he could no longer keep up his calm front, and collapsed against the raven-haired man in front of him and sobbed.

“Oh Merlin, please forgive me,” he whispered softly against Harry’s cheek as he let tears fall freely from his eyes for the first time in years. “I’m sorry for all that I’ve done to you. I was evil, and malicious, and-”

“I forgive you,” murmured Harry as he felt Draco’s hot tears burn a path against both of their blushing faces. He couldn’t believe this was happening! His thought’s filtered to Calvin and his so-called love, and the fact that he was never this way with Harry. He was never this raw and real; always so vanilla. Of course Harry had loved Calvin back then, but he came to the conclusion that if it didn’t feel like this, the way his stomach was doing summersaults and his chest hurt so bad because of the pace of his fluttering heart, then he wasn’t in love with him.

The pure and raw sorrow that Draco was exuding at that very moment was the clincher for Harry. If Calvin had really truly loved him, then when he found Harry using magic he wouldn’t have cared. Draco, in sort of the same sense, doesn’t care who Harry is, just that he’s Harry. And the blinding fact that he was so distraught for having been so cruel to Harry during their years at Hogwarts made Harry want to wrap his arms around the sobbing blonde and hold him tight. Harry would forget about Calvin forever. Draco was Harry’s future.

“Shh…It’s alright, Draco. I forgive you…for everything. After what you’ve done for me, how could I not?” Draco’s body quaked as the tears subsided and he jumped at the feel of Harry’s hand on his cheek. The touch was gentle, and Harry caressed the tears away, tenderly lifting the face of his new angel so they were eye to eye. Draco’s eyes were red, and slightly puffy, but still beautiful. His cheeks were a light pink and still a bit wet from tears.

As he cast his eyes down to the blonde’s lips, which were still wet and pouty from his tears, flashes of the dance they shared came back to him, and his urge to kiss the blonde didn’t get pushed to the back burner this time around.

Slowly he brought their lips together. It was like an inferno had been ignited! Soon enough Draco took control of the kiss and brought a hand up to the back of Harry’s head. He gripped the hair firmly and tilted his head so he could plunder the mouth more effectively.

As the song playing in the background started again (Draco charmed it to play on repeat) Harry recognized it. It was one his favorite love songs by Savage Garden. He pulled free from Draco’s lips and placed his head on the blonde’s shoulder.

“This is one of my favorite songs,” Harry whispered taking in the scent of the Slytherin’s cologne. “Dance with me,” he requested softly.

I want to move in time with you
I want to breathe in rhyme with you
I want to feel the deepest kiss
And I want to know you feel like this

Without a word Draco led Harry in a slow dance. Harry sighed in bliss and begun to sing the lyrics of the song that seem to be written just for them.

For this one time, one time
Let my body do what it feels
For just one time, one time
Let this fantasy become real
Cause I am not afraid to let you see this side of me
Oh I…Oh I…

I want to feel your hand in mine
And I want to feel that rush in my spine
I want to wear the scent of you
And do all the things you want me to

“Harry…” Draco worried his lip nervously at what he was about to say. He knew asking for forgiveness was just the first step. He had to go all the way, and confess his heart to the Gryffindor.

“Yes?”

“I think I’m in love with you,” he confessed.

Harry’s head snapped up at the blonde’s sudden confession. Love? It couldn’t be. Draco Malfoy in love with Harry Potter?! He surveyed Draco’s face for deceit, but only saw raw vulnerability, something that wasn’t seen often in a Malfoy. Harry knew then that Draco’s confession of love was a hard one to make, and true in every sense of the word.

So baby
For this one time, one time
Let my body do what it feels
For just one time, one time
Let this fantasy become real
Cause I am not afraid to let you see this side of me

I feel the danger, the separation
I want to take your invitation
This separation it’s all around
I need this side of me

Draco’s heart wouldn’t stop pounding in his chest. He watched as Harry stared at him, unsure of his comment. He knew now that his feelings for Harry could be nothing less then love. Years of obsession were bound to be from underlying love. He knew it better then anyone. But convincing the Gryffindor was easier said then done. Once Draco was convinced Harry wasn’t going to accept what he said, he begun to shift out of their embrace.

This side of me
This side of me
This side of me
Whoa ooh

I want to move in time with you
I want to breathe in rhyme with you
I want to stitch my clothes in sin
And in the dark
I want to find that door and go within

Harry felt Draco’s body leave his, and slight panic raced through him. “No. Don’t leave. I…”

“Its all right. I shouldn’t’ve said that…I’m sor-”

“No, Draco, its okay. I was just shocked. I…” Harry paused a moment and swallowed around the dryness that suddenly developed in his mouth, “I think I love you, too. I don’t know how, but I’m…well it has to be love,”

“Yeah.”

Harry resumed the dancing as a tingle ran up his spine. Only love could make him feel like this. He spied the new bed out of the corner of his eye and the tingle continued down to his groin. The thought of them all hot and sweaty on that gorgeous bed made him ache. It was an ache that he hadn’t felt in a long time. And he wasn’t about to let the blonde go without helping relieve it.

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“Make love to me…”


TBC…

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A/N: ACK!!! A cliffy?! Please don't kill me! But then who would finish the story? Hee Hee. Anyway, this story is almost finished, maybe one more chapter and an epilogue. I honestly never meant for this story to be this long. I kind of hate writing long stories, but sometimes I can’t help it. This one turned to a bit of a monster for me, and I’ll be glad when its done.

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