A/N Set after the war. Draco and Harry visit Godric's Hollow to see Harry's parents graves. This is an angst/fluff blend, with your share of angst and fluff!
It was a cool, crisp clear winter morning when two men Apparated onto Church Lane. One had tanned skin, messy raven hair, a faded lightning bolt scar on his forehead and circular glasses while the other was slightly taller and had paler skin with white-blond platinum hair.
The first playfully shoved the second, who was shivering in his finely tailored black suit.
"HA! I told you so, Draco, you should've worn a beanie and a thicker cloak! And don't you dare say you don't have those things, I just KNOW you hid them somewhere!"
The second man - Draco, shoved the first, glowering.
"You can't expect me to wear that MONSTROSITY Potter! It's - it's the epitome of a Gryffindork, Scarhead!"
Harry leaned forward, leering at Draco.
"Mhmmm, the Gryffindork who you married, Malfoy...or should I say Potter? Draco blushed and shoved him again.
"Potter!"
"Which one?"
"Arghhh! Just - shut up Potter!"
"As I said - which on-"
They had arrived at Godric's Hollow, and the graveyard with its ruined gravestones swirled with mist. A tear slipped down Harry's face as he and Draco walked stood at the gates of the graveyard, the first time since the war. As he glimpsed his parent's gravestones through the thick metal bars, the world just seemed to fall apart. Harry let out a choked sob and sank to his knees, burying his head in between his knees. Draco followed him, clasping his hand and offering whispers to comfort him.
His heart broke seeing his normally strong and determined husband wracked with sobs, the first flakes of snow falling on from the sky, coating the ground in a thick, white carpet. Sighing, he made Harry look at him.
"Draco, they're dead....because of me....."
Draco smiled tenderly at him, grasping his hands.
"Listen, I'm not saying it's going to be okay, visiting them... but I'm here for you. I - I'll always be here for you, because I love you."
And so they walked into the mist covered graveyard together and sat right there, in front of James and Lily Potter's gravestone, amidst the softly falling snow, arms wrapped around each other, grieving as one.
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