Save The Date (A Drarry FanFiction)

Chapter Sixty Seven (Epilogue)

Epilogue

Draco awoke wrapped in warmth and contentment. The duvet was plump and heavy over his body, and he squirmed under it, nestling against the many pillows.

The flames in the fireplace of his new bedroom were still crackling merrily away, charmed to go on through the night, and through the curtains he could see a sliver of bright sunshine illuminating the falling snow.

After everything he and his family had suffered last year, he had been eager to choose himself a new room at Malfoy Manor to distance himself from all the bad memories. And he had never been gladder of the move from his childhood single bed to the double he was now sprawled in, as he had been the previous night, when he and Harry had tipsily tumbled into it in a mess of tangled limbs and never ceasing kisses.

They had shared a room at school for some weeks now, but there was nothing quite like making love when you knew for absolute certain that you were the only ones on the entire floor, and had absolutely no risk of being interrupted. Draco rolled over now, slipping his arms around his boyfriend's naked, sleeping form, and easing them gently together in an affectionate embrace.

Harry mumbled and shifted against him, and Draco smiled, closing his eyes and listening to him breath as he rested his head on his warm chest. He had moved slowly and tenderly inside him last night, their bodies as unified as their hearts as they had come to completion together. Draco knew it was still only early days, but he was pretty certain he was totally, head-over-heels in love.

He traced his fingertips up and down Harry's side, wondering if he should wake him in a more intimate fashion, or let him sleep after the rigorous workout he had put him through last night. But his touch must have alerted Harry through his slumber, and his green eyes fluttered open sleepily.

"Hi," Draco said quietly, sweeping his thumb across Harry's cheek. "Good morning."

Harry rubbed his face and snuggled closer into Draco's side. "Not just any morning though," he said through a yawn, then kissed the hollow of Draco's throat.

The truth was, no morning was just 'any morning' anymore. Ever since their adventure at Halloween, Harry had bought his very own copy of the book Hermione had unearthed from the library, the one listing every single holiday celebrated throughout the world.

Each morning, the boys would turn the page and find out what day they were waking up to, and make sure to celebrate a little of each holiday in some way, even if it was only tiny. There were an extraordinary amount of days that celebrated different foods, so the kitchen house elves had become used to the two of them popping up on their door with strange requests which they were only too happy to help them fulfil. Harry had introduced Draco to square dancing, crosswords, and the ways of the ninja and the daleks. They had worn brown shoes and faux leather and even spent one day the previous week trying to communicate only in Arabic.

That day had ended with a lot more kissing than talking.

But today they didn't need to look at the book (which was a good job, as it was currently somewhere under the bed after Draco had rather enthusiastically tipped his case upside down in pursuit of certain items last night). Today was extra special.

"Merry Christmas," Draco said, kissing Harry softly on the lips.

It turned out, they had both kept their imposed memories from their time down in the Holiday Lands, and therefore Harry was now the experienced expert when it came to anything Christmas related. He'd used his new skills to wrap most of their friends presents twice as prettily in half the time, become the champion of snowball fights and could now sing every carol ever written in perfect key. He had been looking forward to this day ever since they had returned to the Living Land, and Draco was pretty certain he knew why.

He felt the same way when he thought about next Halloween. He guessed that it made Harry feel connected to the friends they had had to leave behind, to the life he'd never really lived, but lost all the same.

Draco hoped they could make their first Christmas together especially good in order to combat any melancholy. They were staying with his mother, but would also be visiting the Weasleys, and Pansy had insisted on joining in too, much to Draco's amusement. But for now, it was just them, and Draco wanted to make the most of it.

"Merry Christmas," Harry told him back, and they spent several minutes kissing, hands roaming leisurely, touches gentle and full of promise. Before Draco could get too distracted though (which was all too easy when he was faced with a naked Harry) he pulled away and brushed Harry's hair out of his eyes.