Drarry One-Shots

Love Is A Battlefield Pt4

 Harry sighed nervously as he paced his living room waiting for Ron and Hermione to arrive so they could watch the kids while he went to the manor to talk to Draco. He was extremely nervous, he hadn't seen or spoken to sober Draco since the night he walked in on that prat Pete kissing Harry. He had truly believed that Draco hated him after that until last night smashed Draco had told him that he still loved and wanted Harry. He just hoped that sober Draco would tell him the same thing. His thoughts were interrupted by the flue activating, he stopped pacing and smiled as two of his best mates appeared in the room.

 "Hey, guys." He greeted them.

 "Hey, mate." Ron greeted him back as they hugged. "It's quiet, where are double trouble and Lils?" He asked smiling.

 "Lils is down for a nap and the twins are playing in their room, practicing their Wizard's chess. They're determined to beat both you and Draco at it." Harry answered smiling.

 "Speaking of him."

 "Merlin, Mione, you can say his name, you make him sound like Voldemort."

 "Sorry, Harry."

 "It's okay, I'm sorry too." Harry said sighing as he hugged her. "My nerves are a little out of control right now."

 "It's just Draco, mate, everything will be fine." Ron assured him smiling as he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and squeezed lightly. "I'm going to go find the twins, I'll see you later." He added before he left the room.

 "Do you want me to come with you?" Hermione asked as she took his hand.

 "Thanks, Mione, but I'll be fine, like Ron said, it's just Draco." Harry replied smiling as he squeezed her hand gently.

 "Alright, if you're sure."

 "I'm sure." Harry said. "I should go, wish me luck."

 "Luck." Hermione said smiling before he apparated away.

**At The Manor**:

 Harry stood on the porch of the manor trying and failing miserably to get his nerves under control just so he could knock. He stopped pacing and facing the door he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he opened them again and knocked. Seconds later, the door opened and a surprised Narcissa greeted him smiling.

 "Harry?"

 "Uh, hi."

 "Why didn't you just use the flue?" She questioned him confused as she hugged him and let him inside. "We're family, dear."

 "I know, but with how tense things are between Draco and me right now I thought it would be best if I apparated here instead of using the flue." Harry explained as they went into the living room and sat beside each other on the couch.

 "Harry, I know something happened between you and my son, but neither of you has told me what that is. Now, as you both know, I never pry into your disagreements but this time I must seeing how hurt you both are." Narcissa said gently.

 "It's a long, complicated story." Harry replied sighing as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand.

 "Harry, you're my son-in-law, you can talk to me, dear." Narcissa said softly as she took his hand.

 "Well, as you know it all started months ago, Draco and I started to have daft little rows over nothing, both of us being prats. Things only got worse instead of better between us until we weren't speaking to each other for days at a time. Then Draco came up with the idea for us to separate and he moved back here to the manor, we tried working on things, but nothing seemed to get any better. Not helping the situation was the fact that both of us were getting close to two...mates, I got close to our neighbor Pete and Draco...got close to that slimy git Ryan. Of course, that only added to our rows until three weeks ago, Draco showed up at the house unexpectedly and found me..."