A/N so "feelings" can mean anything. Read 1 for fluff and read 2 for deep. They're both Harry's POV
One
Draco and I lay in the back garden of our new house, enjoying the cold, night air. I shifted closer to him.
"There's the North Star," I whispered, pointing to the galaxies. "It's beautiful... just like you."
He chuckled. "It's a giant sphere of gas."
I rolled my eyes. "You're still beautiful."
He rolled on his side to face me. The light breeze blew his hair.
"You know I love you, Harry?" he asked, with a genuine questioning printed across his face.
"Yes, Love. We've been married six months." I explained.
"I know... it's just..." he stopped and shook his head.
"Go on," I prompted. I could tell that something was bothering him.
"Well... Pansy and her husband are filing for a divorce. I don't want that to be us someday."
I shot up into a sitting position.
"Draco! That'll never be us. Whenever I count my blessings, I count you twice." I held his arms and pulled him towards me. "Any man would be lucky to have you as their husband. And I can't thank the universe enough for having our paths cross. And I swear, if I ever consider a divorce, you have my full permission to break my nose."
He rested his face against my chest. He didn't say anything and he didn't need to. Our heartbeats synced a thousand little suns lit up the sky.
Two
I pulled the sheets over Draco and I in our king sized bed.
A car alarm triggered in the distance. The apartment was cold tonight and I could feel Draco's body warmth beside me.
I put my arm over Draco; I realized that he was quietly crying.
"Babe?" I whispered. He didn't answer.
"I know that you're awake." I stated.
"What?" he groaned.
"Why are you crying?"
"I'm not!" he protested.
We remained silent for a few seconds.
"Fine." he surrendered. "My Father and I got into a yelling match yesterday. He still doesn't like you. I'm not welcome at Malfoy Manor anymore. I told my Father that he isn't family to me anymore. I told him to never speak to us again."
I sat up and looked down at Draco.
"You can't just cut him out of your life, Dray. And he can't ban you from the place you were raised. You can't burn away your childhood like that." I said.
I could see a sad grin spreading on his face.
"Oh, but I'd burn down the whole world if the flames never touched you." he insisted.
I held his shoulder and turned him onto his back. I could see by the crazed look in his tired eyes that he meant it.
"Draco, you hang on to every word Lucius says and ponder over it for hours. Don't take it personally. He doesn't mean half the things he says. And you didn't mean it when you told him to leave your life." I contended.
He shuddered. "I hate this. Everything. This world."
"Don't," I countered.
He turned over so he was in my arms.
"I don't hate everything," he admitted. "I have you."
