It Started With A Closet. . . A Drarry Fic (No Smut!!!)

Three and a Half Years Later--February

"Hurry up, Harry!" Draco called from downstairs. "They'll be here any minute!"

"Coming!" he called down.

"You're not supposed to be doing that without me!" his fiance called back, and Harry smirked, straightening his black tie.

Merlin. . , he thought. I haven't worn a tie for almost five years now. . . Well, except when I proposed to Draco, but wasn't I wearing a bowtie then. . ? He'd taken Draco to the fanciest resteraunt that had reservations for months, and proposed during the dessert.

Harry and Draco got engaged four months ago, and planned to have their wedding in April. ("I've always wanted a spring wedding. . ," Draco had said that night as he sat on Harry's lap, whose arms were around him, and playing with the silver ring that was simple, yet extremely intricate at the same time. (A/N I'm thinking something like this: ))

Harry walked into the master bathroom and tried running a comb through his hair, but quickly gave up. He jogged down the stairs to the kitchen, where Draco was wearing an apron with the Slytherin crest and the words, "Slytherin and Proud" were under it in white. Under those in a messy red scrawl, Harry had added, "to Date a Gryffindor."

He snuck up behind his fiance and wrapped his arms around him as he stirred the sauce for the spaghetti and meatballs. Draco jumped.

"Harry!" he exclaimed as he accidentally flung the red sauce onto his apron from the unexpected hug.

Harry kissed the back of his neck gently before mumbling a brief, "Sorry, love" against his skin.

Then the doorbell rang, and Harry gave one last kiss under Draco's ear before walking to the door and leaving his prince in the kitchen to finish up dinner.

He opened up the door and a little ball of Hexa hit him. Behind her stood Abigail, smiling at the two fondly, and a fourth car (Harry and Draco each owned their own) pulled up in the driveway, and Zack and Deven stepped out.

While still hugging Hexa (since she refused to let go) he waved at the three of them and said, "Hey, Abigail. Hi Zack, Deven. Good to see you guys." He laughed suddenly. "Silver, c'mon, let go."

She squeezed him one last time and stepped back, blushing. "Sorry. We haven't seen you in a year, since that last day at Hogwarts. Gosh, it seems like forever ago when we first met."

Harry laughed again. "Yeah. Come on in, you guys." He stepped aside and the others all walked past him.

He led them into the connected dining room-kitchen, where Hexa walked up to Draco and tugged him down so she could kiss him sweetly on the cheek.

They caught up while Hexa and Abigail helped Draco finish up dinner.

As they all sat down with the food on the table---a nice spread of spaghetti, meatballs, garlic bread, salmon, and asparagus---Harry said, "So, what is your guys' favorite type of rock?" and they all burst out laughing.

An hour later, all the food was eaten and the six sat in the living room discussing speed limit signs, of all things. (A/N  This topic is from my good friend Audrey.)

"I just don't really get why they're there," Deven was saying. "Muggles are weird."

"Well they have to travel without apparating or flying. Actually, they only fly if they're traveling long distances," Hexa said. "Other than that, they have to walk, or use those cars."

"Why'd you guys have to pick a muggle place to live? It was so much slower to. . ." Zack trailed off, looking for the answer.

"Drive," Draco supplied.

"Yeah, it's a lot faster if we could just apparate or use the floo."

"We just moved in a month ago; we haven't had time to put up the floo network yet," Harry reminded him. "And don't worry, it's just our winter home. We have a summer place in a nice wizarding neighborhood, and the Malfoy Manor if we wish."

"I get what they mean by the signs being pointless, though," Abigail jumped in thoughtfully. "I mean, muggles drive way over anyway."

"Aren't they supposed to get in trouble for that?" Deven asked.

"Yeah, but usually they don't," Hexa said.

"Then what's the point of even having them?!"

"So they don't go too far over or under and cause some muggle vehicle accident," Draco said.

"You're learning," Harry teased, pulling him onto his lap. Draco knew pretty much nothing about the muggle world until Harry and he moved in and Harry tried teaching him as much as he could. Before they got engaged, they were staying in either the Manor or at Grimmauld's Place. Harry even rented out a flat for a bit.

"Shut up, Potter," he said affectionately and pecked him on the lips.

"I miss having conversations like this. . ," Hexa sighed contendedly as she leaned back to rest her head on Abigail's shoulder (she was sitting in between Abigail's legs with Abigail's arms around her).

"Yeah, me too," Zack said, shifting closer to Deven, whom he was holding hands with.

Harry chuckled. "Yeah, I remember when we used to sit in my classroom after we'd all finished out classes and just have the strangest conversations. It's almost boring being a Hogwarts professor without all of you there. That's why I'm not there this year. I might go back next year, if there's an opening, but. . ." Draco nodded along with a sour expression on his face.

"You guys were great professors though," Abigail said.

"Maybe that was just because we were excited about it at first," Harry pointed out.

"I indeed only liked teaching because all of you guys were there with me," Draco admitted. "Then you guys graduated, and Harry told me he'd decided not to come back, and there was no question in my mind that I wanted to leave, too."

It was quiet for a bit.

"We should make this a regular thing," Deven said finally.

Hexa sat up, her lost-in-thought look replaced with a hundred-watt smile. "Yeah! Every Saturday night, at one of our houses. Or not even Saturday, any day of the week. A dinner, or a lunch, or even just hanging out for the day and go do something together."

"I'd definitely be up for that," Harry said with a goofy smile.

"Me too," Zack piped.

"As would I," Draco said.

"I'm so in!" Abigail added.

"Valentine's Day is on Tuesday," Hexa mused. "We should go do a group thing during the day, and do dinners seperately if you guys want."

Everyone said either "Okay" or "Alright" all at the same time.

"It's a date," Hexa clarified, smiling.

"A triple date, morelike," Harry said.

A/N Hope you guys liked it!