Between Shadow and Light [Drarry Fanfiction]

Chapter 11.

Several months had passed since Harry and Draco's nostalgic return to Hogwarts. Their visit had rekindled a familiar sense of belonging and purpose. After thoughtful consideration and numerous discussions about their future, they had decided to take on new roles within the magical world—returning to Hogwarts as professors. Harry would teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Draco had accepted a position as the new Potions Master.

The transition had been smooth, and they quickly adapted to their new roles. Their students soon came to appreciate the unique perspectives and teaching styles they brought to their subjects. Harry's classes were energetic and engaging, infused with practical exercises and real-world applications, while Draco's Potions lessons were meticulous and precise, focusing on the intricate details of potion-making with an emphasis on its history and theory.

As the school year progressed, they had also settled into their new home in Hogsmeade—a quaint, charming house with ivy-clad walls and a small garden that blossomed with magical plants. It was a cozy, two-story cottage located on a quiet street, just a short walk from the school. The house had been lovingly restored and furnished with a mix of modern comforts and magical enhancements, creating a warm and inviting space that felt distinctly like their own.

Their mornings began with the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the windows, and they enjoyed breakfast together in their cozy kitchen, sharing the first moments of the day before heading to their respective classrooms. The house was their sanctuary, a place where they could retreat from the bustling life at Hogwarts and find solace in each other's company.

One crisp autumn evening, after a long day of teaching, Harry and Draco sat in their comfortable living room, the flickering light of the fireplace casting a warm glow around them. They were relaxed, their work attire replaced with casual clothes as they sipped on mugs of hot chocolate spiked with a hint of firewhisky.

"This place is perfect," Draco said, his voice content as he looked around at the cozy surroundings. "I never imagined I'd be living here, but it feels like home."

Harry smiled, reaching out to take Draco's hand. "I know what you mean. I didn't expect us to end up here, but I'm glad we did. It's nice to have this space to ourselves."

Draco's fingers lightly traced over Harry's, his gaze softening. "I've been thinking... about how far we've come. From those days at Hogwarts, to the chaos of the world outside, and now, to this."

Harry squeezed Draco's hand gently. "It's been quite a journey. But it feels like we're exactly where we're supposed to be."

Draco's lips curved into a smile. "You know, we should celebrate. We've accomplished so much—becoming professors, setting up this lovely home. Maybe we should plan a little get-together."

Harry raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "A get-together?"

Draco nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yes. A chance to invite some friends over, share a meal, and maybe enjoy a little bit of revelry. I'm thinking a small dinner party. What do you think?"

Harry's smile widened. "That sounds like a fantastic idea. We haven't had a proper chance to host anyone in our new home yet."

---

The following weekend, the cottage was bustling with activity as Harry and Draco prepared for their dinner party. The house had been meticulously cleaned and decorated with a blend of magical and Muggle touches—glowing candles floated gently above the dining table, while enchanted garlands adorned the walls with autumn leaves that subtly shifted colors.

By the time their guests began to arrive, the aroma of a sumptuous feast wafted through the house. Ron and Hermione were among the first to arrive, followed by several of their former classmates and colleagues from Hogwarts. The evening quickly filled with laughter, lively conversation, and the clinking of glasses.

Ron and Hermione, ever the loyal friends, took the opportunity to explore the house and admire the thoughtful details Harry and Draco had incorporated into their home. The dinner was a success, with everyone enjoying a hearty meal of roast, vegetables, and a variety of magical delicacies that Draco had prepared with his usual precision.

As the evening wore on, the group moved to the living room, where Harry and Draco had set up a cozy area with comfortable seating and a selection of drinks. The conversation turned to reminiscing about old times and sharing amusing stories from their current lives.

Harry found himself in a corner of the room with Ron and Hermione, catching up on their latest news. "So, how's the Ministry?" Harry asked Ron, who had taken a position as an Auror.

"Busy as ever," Ron replied with a grin. "But it's good work. Keeps me on my toes."

"And you, Hermione?" Harry asked, turning to her.

"I'm working on a new project with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures," Hermione said, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "It's fascinating, and I'm really enjoying it."

Draco joined them, carrying a tray of drinks, and handed a glass to Harry. "Careful, Potter. You might just make me look bad with all these impressive stories."

Harry chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "I'm sure you're doing just fine. The students rave about your Potions classes."

Draco's cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, though he tried to maintain his composure. "Thank you. I do my best."

As the night drew to a close, the guests began to trickle out, leaving Harry and Draco alone in their cozy home once more. They tidied up together, their movements synchronized as they worked side by side.

"That went well, don't you think?" Draco said, his tone relaxed as he set the last of the dishes in the sink.

"Definitely," Harry agreed, his eyes meeting Draco's with affection. "It was nice to have everyone over."

Draco turned to face Harry, a soft smile on his lips. "And now, we get to enjoy our home in peace."

Harry walked over to him, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

They shared a tender kiss, their connection deepening with every touch. The warmth of the fire in the hearth and the soft glow of the candles created an intimate atmosphere, making it the perfect end to a wonderful evening.

As they pulled back from the kiss, Draco's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "Now that we've celebrated, what do you say we enjoy the rest of the evening?"

Harry's smile widened, his gaze filled with anticipation. "I'd say that sounds perfect."

And so, they spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, their laughter and whispers mingling with the crackling of the fire. The cottage in Hogsmeade became not just a home but a sanctuary—a place where they could create new memories and cherish their journey together, side by side.