Memories of Us

Chapter 6

Ours.

Harry let Draco do the honors. He twisted the key to their new front door eagerly. They stepped into their entry way. Their home.

Harry kissed Draco softly. "This is it. This is ours. It's official. We live together now."

The rooms were empty aside from the two boxes Harry had just sat down. He pulled out his wand and began placing things, Draco following his lead. After the basics of the furniture were in place and a few possessions here and there, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and led him to the couch.

The taller man pulled his boyfriend into his side and let him lay his head on his shoulder. Draco kissed the raven hair on top of Harry's head and sighed. "Ours," he purred. Sleeping in their own shared bed for the first time that night was the best sleep Draco'd ever had.

The next memory was one Draco usually tried not to bring up.

•••

Stay with me

"Oh shut up, you git. You look fine." Harry had been adjusting his tie for the past ten minutes while Draco sat on the bed watching him. "If you're so worried about the tie, don't wear it." He left the bed to help Harry. Draco had always been the more fashionable of the pair. He removed Harry's tie and unbuttoned his first two buttons.

Harry watched Draco's hands in the mirror. "You're brilliant." He lifted himself on his toes just barely, enough to kiss Draco's mouth quickly.

"I'm aware. Now, are you ready to go? We're pushing it on time." Draco hated being late for anything, especially import events such as these.

Harry took a deep breath and nodded. "What if they don't like me?"

"It doesn't matter. Like I said, I don't care what my parents think of you. You're not their boyfriend. You're mine." Draco had protested. He knew this was a bad idea. Draco had never really officially come out to his father Lucius Malfoy. He really just assumed that he'd read the news articles. However, he also knew that if he had, he wouldn't be letting Draco's date come over for dinner.

•••

Luckily, Narcissa opened the front door when they knocked. "Oh Draco, why do you think you'd need to—" her words stopped when she opened the door and saw Harry standing with her son. She was astonished at the sight. "Oh. That's why you needed to knock," she muttered to herself. "Well. . . uhh. . . come in. Yes. Yes, of course, come on in."

Draco smirked at Harry whose smile began to look more worried than charming. This night was going to be anything but boring. "Mother, I'd like you to meet my date."

Narcissa shook Harry's hand. "Yes, we're very pleased to meet you. I was dying to cook for you from the moment Draco mentioned he was seeing someone." She was still processing. Fortunately, she was polite. She pulled Draco aside in another room to talk to him in private. "What the hell? You never told me." She was sad that she'd missed this vital fact about her son. "You know your father is going to explode. He hates Harry Potter. He killed the Dark Lord. And you brought him into his home!" Narcissa tried to whisper but so many thoughts were coming to her at once. Her voice was more of a hiss.

"Harry insisted. He wanted to have a proper meeting now that we're officially dating. What do you mean you didn't know? Didn't you read the papers?"

Narcissa's expression looked tired then. "No one comes to Malfoy Manor anymore, Draco. Not even papers." They ended the conversation there to rejoin the confused man in the kitchen, awkwardly fidgeting with his hands.