Years Later.

Chapter Seven

Harry reached over, turning off the alarm going off on the end table. Neither man wanted to get up as the night before, Harry and Draco spend the night together, for the man's birthday.

Draco said it didn't matter, but Harry (and the rest of his family) thought otherwise. Harry used the night before to get very personal with Draco. Staying up late and other activities, so when the alarm went off at half after five, neither man was ready. Draco sat up against the headboard. Glacing down at his wrists. Finger print bruises pretty much glowed on his pale skin. He chuckled lightly, watching Harry slowly stand up. "Let Peter get another MRI, next month." Draco said. "It's not like he can actually help." Harry said, making he slow, limp walk over to the clothes. "He can't fix it, no, but he thinks if he can pinpointed rather its muscle or born or whatever the other thing in, then he can give you something to aid...but he doesn't want to go in blind, because some of the medication risks missing with the potions." Draco said, watching Harry open the closet. Trying to pick out an outfit. It was one of the last days of the school year. Harry agreed to teach  summer school. "It's fine." Harry said. "Let me rephrase. Please? Peter's been...Hurting since Ashley and stuff. It gives him something to study. Something he knows with enough time, he can fix." Deaco said. Harry grabbed a white t-shirt and some kikiy Pants.  "Ashley still quiet?" Harry asked. "Hurting. Two weeks ago, they went to the graveyard. She's called a couple times, but Hurting." Draco said and with a sigh. "Alright, alright. Suppose it couldn't hurt." Harry said, then a smile. "Much as I enjoy you naked, you should get dressed. I hear Rose." Harry said, getting a smile form Draco.

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Narcissa stood cooking breakfast, with a tiny helper. Rose. She wasn't really helping. She was sitting up on the counter, with Thomas's hand on her little back has she held onto a big, reading. "She's already reading books Sarah has." Thomas said. "Hermione Granger, her mum, is very bright. Weasley is too, just another kind of smart. Harry noicted it about a month go? She was bored with her books." Narcissa said, reaching over and grabbing the bacon and putting it on the flying pan. "Is that so?" Thomas said to the toddler girl. Rose was busy kicking her little feet and trying to read to herself. Happy. "Harry's got sent her papers last week." Narcissa said. "What's going on there?" Thomas said and she shrugged her shoulders. "He doesn't say." Narcissa said, turning her hand at the hand the took a couple pieces of bacon. "Boys! I'm going to feed you." Narcissa said, looking at Teddy and Andy. The two boys up and dressed. Andy would go to school and Teddy went with Harry to the secondary school. He opted not to stay home. He felt comfortable. He didn't always go with Harry, but most days. "Wanted a bite, now." Teddy said. "Go get Sarah, you two. She's probably stuck on a dress, again." Narcissa said, watching the two boys hurry away. "How is the boy, really?" Thomas asked. "Better. The school Harry teaches at, wants him to attend. Teddy's a smart boy." Narcissa said. "Isn't it a private school?" Thomas said. "If your worried about the cost, don't." Narcissa said. "I didn't want to ask." Thomas said. "Money isn't a problem. Draco's Business alone is doing well. Harry has family money and he's a publisher back home. I think he a couple here, same pen name." Narcissa said. "Alright then."

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Harry drove his car towards the secondary school. "You sure you don't want to go to Hogwarts?" Harry asked. "I'm sure. The made mistress is fine with Mrs. Malfoy or you teaching me whenever I want, but I know enough. Picked up on it enough." Teddy said, closing back his book. "Tell me, you aren't calling her that in person?" Harry said. "What am I supposed to call her? I can't say her frist name, it's wried!" Teddy said. Harry thought for a few minutes. "If you must, call her Mrs. Jefferson." Harry said. "Thomas last name is Jefferson." Teddy pointed out. "Yes, most here think they are married anyway. People at the court house, call her Mrs. Jefferson. So, it isn't new." Harry said, pulling into the gas station parking lot. "I must." Teddy said,  as Harry pulled into a parking spot, close to the front double doors. Harry pulled out his wallet, handing Teddy his band card. "Get me a coffee." Harry said. Teddy unbuckled, and opened the door. "Can I get one?" Teddy asked. "Small one, Teddy. Your still rather young." Harry said.