Drarry One Shots

2. Arrangements

It took a whole week for Draco to break. If he was being honest, Harry was surprised it took so long.

The Sunday after their wedding had been a whirlwind, from Bayeux to Diagon, from the hills outside Gloucester to Godric's Hollow where Harry showed Draco his parents' house, still wrecked from Voldemort's attack on his parents but unchanged by the plethora of Stasis Charms.

Draco had been very quiet as they hesitated at the picket gate fleetingly, both with an undercurrent sense of nervousness. 'Can we go in?' he had asked. 'Have you ever been in?'

'Once or twice,' Harry had answered evasively, pushing open the gate.

'It's very sobering,' Draco said quietly as they stood quietly in the corridor where his father hadn't even had time to raise his wand as he rushed to defend his wife and son.

'I assume you want to see where it happened, where he tried to kill me the first time?' Harry said, leading Draco up the narrow staircase

Draco took his hand and pulled him to a halt, 'not if you don't want to. It feels a little bit like dark tourism. We're not here for that. We can leave now if you want.'

'No, I should show you. This was my first home, my first bedroom. This is the good bit of my childhood.'

'Despite the things I witnessed, this feels more horrific somehow. Perhaps because it's very personal to you. You were so young. Your parents were so young, younger than us now.'

'Yeah. It's a strange thing to know I've outlived them by five years now. Life hadn't even begun for them. And they missed out on so much. I wish they could have been there to see the major events in my life too; I don't mean the nearly dying bits or the battle itself, just normal things like Quidditch matches at school—'

'From what I've been told about your father, he would have been very proud about you being the youngest Seeker ever in the school—'

Harry laughed, 'he would have been on the ceiling—in the Great Hall. Sirius was very enthusiastic on the point. It would have nice if they'd been at my wedding too.'

Harry knew Draco was going to say something about it not being a real wedding, about being an arrangement but thankfully he held his tongue and just held Harry's hand firmly and led him out of the cottage.

Afterwards, they walked via the graveyard into the village centre where Harry showed Draco the hidden memorial. Then they walked to the edge of Godric's Hollow and up a long driveway through luscious gardens to a large country house. There, they were greeted by the carers and a multitude of children of different ages; residents ranged from babies to seventeen-year-olds back from Hogwarts for the summer. It always broke Harry's heart when he visited Peverell House because he wanted to do more. At least the children were happy and always loved to see him when he visited.

From Godric's Hollow, they went to Cornwall. And finally, they went for dinner in an intimate restaurant in York where Draco insisted they have a ridiculous nine course taster meal at an equally ridiculous cost of thirty galleons each, plus a further seventeen galleons per head for a wine taster with each course. When they got home, they watched Harry's memories in his pensieve of his trip to the circus with Teddy. The packed day was enthralling as they learnt more about each other and it was surprisingly romantic with its tender moments. The easy flirtations left them both buzzing and they once more fell into bed together at the end of the day. Perhaps foolishly, thought Harry, because they hadn't really talked about their actual feelings, it was all just riding on the crest of a wave and hopefully mutual attraction because Harry certainly felt a lot of attraction towards the blond man. And the sex was phenomenal.