Resorted

chapter Sixty-Three

Filing off the train, stream whizzed through the air and the horn echoed in the full station. It was a mystery how the rustic place managed to stay hidden (and grimy) with the noise (and being capable of magic). Ranging from robes to plain t-shirts to suites, adults splattered the station eagerly leaning forwards and the parents of the first years were grumbling about the 'technology doesn't work' thing. Harry saw Molly through the haze of smoke standing off with who he guessed was Luna's father, looking uncomfortable listening to the man babble about something.

"Prongslet!" he heard a voice call, immediately breaking into a delightful, cheery smile and rushing to hug Sirius tightly. Remus walked over to Draco, taking Harry's dumped stuff from his open arms and greeting him like... family. On Sirius' left was Teddy (or as Draco preferred to call him- Theodore), and Laitan, both talking to each other. It made Harry wonder if babies could actually understand each other.

"How you doing? Staying in trouble I suspect?" he laughed, hugging Harry by the shoulders. Draco rolled his eyes thinking staying isn't the right word, more 'permanent residency'.

"I hope you're not." Remus reprimanded then both with a glare.

Walking up to Harry, Draco shoved his own bags into Harry's arms, "I am not your house elf Harry." He glared at Harry but the other boy smiled, "And just for that, you're carrying my stuff the muggle way." Harry wanted to tell Draco that there is no muggle way to do things, but he just smiled and did what he was told.

"Dwaco!" shouted Laitan, trying to run to his brother. Smiling (in public), Draco happily opened his arms for him and got a face full of uncut, blonde hair. Easily, Draco lifted Laitan off the strained floor and rested him on his hip.

 "And how's my little devil doing today? Apparated anymore since I saw you?"

 The boy pouted at Draco, "I no little! I big boy!" he huffed, shaking his head and his wide eyes glowing blue.

 "Silly me, of course you are!"
 
"Hawwy!" the other child said: today with long, curled pink hair and was tapping at Harry's leg (his arms a bit preoccupied with Draco's things).

 "Hey Teddy, how you doin'?" Harry said, looking down at Teddy at an awkward angle.
 Teddy huffed, "I called Feod-oow!" he defiantly told Harry.

"They like me better than you." Draco declared, sticking his nose in the air. But when Harry gently kissed his cheek before Remus and Sirius apparated them, he blushed deeply

 Sitting on the couch at Christmas, they were surrounded by red and soft white lights. The walls decorated in purple and silver streamers, red wrapping paper around all the presents from circular to long cuboids. Two stockings-swaying due to magic- were stocked full of toys and chocolate bars. Not much by Dickens' standards, but just as exciting for the small children. If Draco was honest with himself, he sat waiting in the dark for the sunrise to kiss the windows, throwing its marvellous streaks across the wood. And after the light filled the room he closed his eyes and felt the two arms around him squeeze him tighter. "Morning, Dragon." His voice was gravelly and thick and perfect.

Turning over, a smile plastered on his angelic skin, Draco blurrily rubbed his eyes, "Good morning, Raven." He pushed back further into the arms holding him and happily sighed at the comfort radiating from them. Draco believed he could do this all day: stay in bed with Harry, like they were the only two people in the world. "DWACO! HAWWEE!" Two voices shouted just as loudly, breaking their peaceful moment.

Harry could imagine this: a kid or two, waking them up at Christmas in their own house when they were in their late thirties. Draco would be looking at him, with stubble and his hair grown slightly longer, asking him how they had gotten so lucky.

Back to the living room, and Draco tuned in just in time to give Harry his gift. It was a tall one too. "How much did this cost you?" Harry squeaked.

"Nothing"

"Draco-"

"Harry," He countered, "honestly, it cost me nothing." Huffing, Harry took the thin gift off Draco and carefully tore off the paper- Draco hadn't seen Harry be that gentle with an inanimate object that wasn't his broom before. Opening it up, it was the same image of them two as it was in fifth year: of Harry and Draco sitting on a bench and a blossom tree blowing in the background. This time, it was in colour. This time, it was moving. Draco and Harry looked at each other, and their noses brushed in an Eskimo kiss, also, their cheeks going pink. "Draco, this is incredible..."

"It was just a bit of charm work and hand paints, nothing special. I can take it back-" But Draco was silenced by a sweet kiss to the lips and a hug.

"It's perfect, thank you." Harry pulled back, looking deeply into Draco's eyes and held his hands up tightly, "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Enough of this sappy stuff." stated Sirius, giving Harry his present next. Unsurprisingly, it was something to do with Quidditch. Surprising Draco, it was a Cannons hat. "You can't still support Cannons can you?"

"And what is wrong with Cannons, cousin?" Asked Sirius.

"First of all," Draco started, stirring the wine in his glass (that he fought to have since Remus wanted to be 'responsible'), "They are orange, which is a ghastly colour; secondly, they haven't won the league since 1892; and finally, they changed their motto to 'Let's all just keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best,' which is just really, really sad."

"And who do you support then?" Sirius asked, taking Harry's Chudley Cannons hat off his head and putting it firmly on his own.

Smiling, Draco took a sip of the red wine, "I support the Montrose Magpies-"

"Ah, so you're a glory seeker." Harry concluded.

Draco wacked his arm, hard, "Just because they have won the league most in England and are set to win again, does not make me a 'glory seeker' as you put it. It means I am supporting the right team."

At night, nobody needed to know that Draco made Harry sleep on the floor because he insulted his Quidditch team. And nobody needed to know that Draco reached his hand down and laced their fingers. Or that Draco joined Harry on the floor when Harry whimpered from fear, and the blonde held his lover tightly, waking up with a sore back.

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Two updates in a row?? *le gasp* :)