The 8th years that had returned were excited. They had access to almost anything, and yes, there were restrictions, but they were adult enough to know not to fuck it up. The Golden Trio had come back obviously, looking better, bolder, stronger and more determined.
The Slytherins went back too, and in the end were glad that they did. Something of a truce had been reached, with the Slytherins approaching the Gryffindors, saying that the war was over, maybe it was time for a fresh start. Apologizing for everything that they had said and done.
And the Gryffindors being the brave and forgiving people that they were, had taken the offered hands, and were from that moment on cordial with each other. There were new friendships formed, like Hermoine, Pansy and Draco.
Draco who had often called her a mudblood, was actually quite blown away with Hermoine's intellect. She was smart, and Draco loved talking about things that they both had knowledge in.
Blaise and Neville sharing their love of plants, often doing their homework together. Luna and Theo, with Gregory Goyle, teaching each other the beauty in magical creatures. It was quite a sight to see. Ron joining in with everyone, challenging them all to a game of wizard's chess, only to beat them all.
Until Draco stepped in one day and challenged him. Ron rose to the challenge like a dying man, all of his previous opponents not knowing how to play the game. And so it was on a Thursday evening, after dinner, that it had been set up.
Everyone was there to watch them go at each other. In a chess like manner, thank you. Insults were a thing of the past, we were here to have a formal chess match. If you don't like it, leave the room.
Harry had been paying attention to Draco ever since their return and he picked up on a few things. One, Draco was smiling more, and what a beautiful smile it was. Two, his hair was longer and looked more soft to the touch. Three, he had a hidden tattoo over his dark mark, but wasn't sure what it was. He would love to see it though. And four, he was over the top intoxicating.
His blue grey eyes, that looked like the moon. His slender hands and fingers whenever he held something in them. His pink lips, when he smirked, the way he held himself when he wore even the most simple of clothes.
Harry himself had changed. After the war, he had taken to look after himself a lot better than he used to. Clothes that fit, as if they were molded for his body were purchased. He had earrings, tattoos, muscles, and a bronze color to his skin from being in the sun.
His hair, still untamed, was also longer, although his scar was still visible. Both his arms, his chest and part of his back were covered in ink, things that meant something to him. The Marauders, a patch of lily flowers, the brave roaring face of a lion, the sword of Godric Gryffindor, Fawkes the phoenix, and of course Hagrid's pink umbrella. He even had a doe done for Professor Snape. A whole assortment that interlocked with each other, making it a stunning showpiece.
Harry and Draco had also called a truce, and if Harry had to think back on it, he was glad. He wanted the fact that he had walked to his death, to mean something. And it did. If they were all going to forgive and forget, what would the future bring?
He remembered when he and Draco had shaken hands, there was something that felt like a bolt of electricity, but didn't think much about it. Being the bisexual man that he finally admitted he was, had him admiring beauty, and let it be known that Draco was an exceptionally beautiful man.
He turned his attention to the chess board, as the player with the white pieces moved first. It was Ron.
"Are you ready to lose ferret?", asked Ron.
Draco smirked and replied, "No Weasley. I never have and I never will".
Draco had noticed the savior staring at him, and tried his best not to stare back, because let's face it. Potter looked like a sex god. A gorgeous hunk of a man with his just shagged hair look, his tanned skin, his tattoos, and those eyes.
