1000 Days of Harry Potter

Epilogue

A/N: Well, this got away from me. It's much longer than I originally planned, but hopefully no one minds. Same warning as the last chapter—a little smut, but still not too explicit. 

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Six Years Later

Draco wakes to the sound of someone rustling around in the room, and the faint smell of eucalyptus that accompanies his husband's healing magic and clings to his hair and robes lingers in the air.

A dresser drawer pulls open and shut, and he hears the bathroom door open and close, then the sound of the shower turning on. He listens to the water running for a few long minutes, and then it turns back off.

Smiling contentedly, he opens his eyes and rolls onto his side to wait. He watches as Harry steps into the semi-darkness of their bedroom in only a clean pair of boxers, turning and carefully pulling the bathroom door shut behind him. He drops his glasses and wand on the bedside table, then starts to crawl under the covers, jumping slightly when Draco whispers affectionately, "You're home late."

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I was trying to be quiet."

"It's alright. Come here."

Harry groans and slides into Draco's open arms, kissing him emphatically before moving down to bury his face against his shoulder. "You would not believe the day I've just had, love."

Draco kisses his forehead and cards a hand through his damp hair. "Want to talk about it?"

It takes Harry a long moment to answer, and Draco wonders if he's already fallen asleep, until—

"Mumblemumps outbreak at the Primary School where Teddy used to go," Harry mutters against his skin. "They flooded the clinic today."

"Merlin," Draco pulls back to look at him. "Should I be this close to you right now?"

Harry chuckles softly. "I used Protective Spells before any of them came near me, and multiple Cleansing Spells before coming home. The problem happens when no one knows there's an outbreak yet, and it spreads like mad. You're safe."

"That's a relief," Draco smiles. "I'm glad you're home."

"Me too." Harry kisses Draco's neck once, softly, then dips his head and presses an open-mouthed kiss to his collarbone, then another, and another.

Draco shifts under the sheet as the first twinge of arousal runs down his spine. "Some—ah—something on your mind, darling?"

"Not if you don't want it to be," Harry smiles against his skin, pulling back to look at him. "I've just missed you, and you smell so bloody good."

"I'm certainly not opposed," Draco laughs, and Harry resumes kissing his way back up his neck. "Aren't you tired, though?"

"Mm, yes, but also very tightly wound. You could help me out with that." Harry trails biting kisses along his jaw, nipping at his ear.

"Oh?" Draco tangles his fingers in his hair and drags Harry's head back so that he can kiss him properly. "How?"

"Fuck me?" Harry asks hopefully, pushing him onto his back and grinding their hips together.

The surge of arousal that floods through Draco is nearly overwhelming. "Merlin, yes. Whatever you want."

He flips them, rolling Harry onto his back, snatching his wand from the bedside table and promptly vanishing their pants.

Harry grins, white teeth flashing in the near-dark. Draco tosses his wand at the bedside table and watches helplessly as it rolls off and clatters to the floor, shooting off a few red sparks in protest as it bounces before rolling under the bed and coming to a stop.