All is Well

(I)

Harry sneered at the dead body as he pulled his diamond-encrusted dagger out of its chest. The blood had managed to stain everywhere, including his new trousers, and he was rather annoyed by that.

Narcissa Malfoy looked imperious even in death, something that Harry had to admire. It seemed that the old Malfoy matriarch never let go of her pride, even if it cost her her own life.

Around him, what was remaining of Malfoy Manor lit up the night sky with a show of impressive flames, no doubt terrifying the neighbors. It was only a matter of time before the Aurors arrived, but Harry already had what he needed.

In a corner, surrounded by a protective charm to repel the heat of the flames, was Draco Malfoy. The blond was bound with dark red ropes that clashed magnificently with his pale skin, and was gagged. For some reason, the muggle way of abduction and murder was exquisite.

By now, Draco had stopped struggling and had resorted to pleading Harry with his beautiful silver eyes, from which the most innocent tears were spilling out of. The picture the blond created was purely angelic, even though Harry knew that the blond was far from being an angel.

"They can't stop me now, my love." Harry murmured to his lover, relishing in the muffled sob it brought out from Draco.

Harry smiled softly and walked away from Narcissa Malfoy's dead body to Draco, shaking his head when the blond tried to scoot away from him. The protective bubble he was in was very strong, and wouldn't even break to the toughest of spells.

The shouts of Aurors started to break through the eerie silence, making Harry grin even wider.

With a snap of his fingers, he and Draco were gone.

(II)

The way it had all started was funny, really. Instead of becoming an Auror after graduating from Hogwarts, Harry had instead remained in Grimmauld Place to take care of Teddy. Andromeda had contracted a rare magical strain of polio, and while it hadn't killed her, she had lost the use of her lower body. Harry had offered to take care of Teddy for the nest year while she was in motor rehabilitation; she agreed happily.

Things were mundane for the next two years until Harry had met Draco working in The Leaky Cauldronas a waiter. Harry hadn't been there for over a year (because of his fame and all that bull) so he supposed that the blond had managed to find a job despite him being a Death Eater.

Well, he wasn't exactly a Death Eater. It was revealed during the Battle of Hogwarts that Draco had actually been a spy for the Order since the Triwizard Tournament, something that even Harry himself hadn't known. Only Dumbledore and the adults of the Order had known, something that annoyed Harry greatly. Draco had been released of all charges and praised as a war hero, and Harry had no choice but to acknowledge the hardships the blond must have gone through to act as a spy.

Despite this, people still looked down on him and called him a Death Eater, which was most likely the reason why he was working in such a lowly job.

Harry had noticed that Draco looked uncomfortable with the man he was serving, who was trying to hold his waist. Without even thinking, Harry had walked up to them.

"Leave him alone." He had demanded, to their astonishment. The man looked shocked at first, then sneered.

"And who are you to tell me?"

As a response, Harry lifted up the fringe he had grown to cover his scar. Once the man saw it, he turned pale and scrambled away from the vanquisher of the Dark Lord at a very quick pace.