Vagary

{Twenty-Three}

Draco had gotten the night off and come straight home after his final class to help Harry clean up Grimmauld. He also immediately began to mumble about how the whole place fell apart without him, which, arguably he might be right, but it wasn't so bad considering Harry had lived on his own up until just over a month ago. He just didn't have time to dust every shelf every day when he worked for the majority of it.

Regardless, he was happy to have his husband home for the evening and promised him all the time in the world after they got through tonight.

Harry had invited the Snapes over early, handing the letter to Hermione with a gentle smile, promising her some real gifts once she'd gotten through that one. They were now sat downstairs, the sound of a few from Hermione heard even from a few flights upstairs.

He let them read it on their own, returning to Draco in the library where he was putting some finishing touches on the couches. He couldn't decide which color to make them, but all Harry could think of was bending him over and shagging him on one of them. Quite strange how the whole world turned upside down sometimes.

"I figured they could use a moment alone."

Draco glanced to him with a final flick of his wand, making the couch Gryffindor red before sitting on the edge of it.

"Some good news and some bad news for everyone tonight, then."

Harry nodded and walked over to him, taking his hands in his and grinning.

"Everything will be alright."

"Yeah," Draco said quickly, glancing nervously to the accent wall of some type of wood Harry would never be able to name.

He'd wondered briefly how Draco was able to make all the changes to the house that he did, knowing it never cooperated for Sirius or himself. Of course Draco was of the Black line and much more aligned with what the house had originally stood for, although he supposed now even he could make the change.

With a quick flick of his wand he matched the walls to the couch and grinned when it didn't melt right off. It did get changed back with a dissatisfied growl from his husband though.

"I just worry all of this is going to push our families away. My dad especially might see this as a some horrible road to convince me to marry a woman."

Harry scrunched his brow, wondering if he'd heard that right.

"Wait, he didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

Draco looked expectant, telling him to fill him in without saying it.

"I talked to him at lunch on Wednesday. He and I turned over a new leaf. The old me might be content to let my father-in-law wish me married to anyone else but his son, but I am not."

A blank stare, and Harry worried he'd done the wrong thing, that is, of course, until he was being snogged for all the air he might have once held in his lungs.

The clearing of Severus Snape's throat did ruin the moment, but not the sentiment.

"Thank you, Harry. My wife and I are in your debt."

Harry didn't let Draco snake from his side, try as he might. There was no shame now.

"Hermione, my Hermione, saved my life enough times, this was the least I could do."

He smiled, then added, "You need not make that distinction. I was just interrupting to inform you some of your guests have arrived."

"I'll go change and be down in a bit," Draco said, a kiss to his husband's cheek then apparated straight upstairs.