Utterly Broken

Epilogue

There was a crackling fire. Sparks fluttered above the orange flames. The name DRACO was still painted on the wall. There was a cello leaned against the wall, and Draco's viola was on the piano bench. It was a small space, enough for Draco and Harry to be lying next to each other on the bed in front of the fire place. Enough for the many instruments Draco played to spread out a little. It was small and modest, and perfect.

Harry and Draco had been allowed to make the astronomy tower their room, as they tended to end up there anyway. The open windows had been enchanted to keep the heat in. The students now went to another tower, even if it was slightly shorter. Compromises were made for a war hero and his husband.

On the first day of class every year, Harry made sure to leave the first years waiting outside, wondering where their flying teacher was. And then he would leap out of the window on his broom, and drive down, the wind rushing at his face and his ring glinting in the sunlight. He would land smoothly in front of the astonished first years, and begin his lesson. Clearly, a bit of his husband's extravagance had rubbed off on him.

Draco took to helping Madame Pomfrey in the infirmary, where much to his disappointment, his husband was a frequent flyer (literally). Eventually, Draco would take over for Madame Pomfrey, putting his potion and healing skills to use. Much to Voldemort's disappointment, Draco had always been better at healing then killing.

Harry stroked his husband absentmindedly as he watched the Quidditch game on the TV (Arthur discovered TV's and immediately bought one for everyone in his family. The muggles were a bit confused when he tried to pay in gold coins). Draco was reading a book, something about modern medicine.

It was calm and peaceful. It was exactly how they wanted it. The only danger they faced was the idiot students they taught. At first, it was a little boring, but it was perfectly boring. It was the setting they needed to try and work through all the mental problems the war gave them.

After they graduated they traveled the world. Draco showed him the magical world and he showed Draco the muggle one. They spent months in the Middle East and road tripped across America for a year.

When they decided they were ready, when they knew they wanted to settle, they care back.

Draco had always wanted an extravagant wedding, and Harry a modest one, so they compromised. Family and friends were invited, and were all allowed to bring plus ones. By the time they were saying their vows, their opinions switched. Harry wanted to show off his groom to the world, and Draco wanted no one to know he cried during Harry's vows. Of course, they were on the cover of every newspaper and magazine. "At least you're a pretty crier," was said at least a million times by Harry to Draco.

15 years later, they had tan lines on their fingers from the rings and grey in their hair. They also had two children, they adopted wild Teddy, and had a daughter. Her name was Lily Narcissa Malfoy-Potter (Harry got Lily, and Draco got his last name first). Although to her parents, she was really just known as 'my flower'.

Teddy was on his last year at Hogwarts, and Lily on her second. It was an emotional time. But when it came to their children, it was always emotional.

Harry was pondering all of this instead of concentrating on the game, thinking about where his life had gone. He was content, he wouldn't have had it any other way. Everything that had happened in his life led to this moment, to Draco, to his two wonderful children.

He would go through all of it again for this. Sitting next to his husband, comfortable and happy. "I love you, Draco."

"I love me too," Responded Draco, tucking a mark into his book, "What are you thinking about?"

"How happy I am. How lucky I am."

"You sentimental prick," Retorted Draco, "You sound like an old man."

"Draco, we're in our 40s."

Losing what little colour he had, Draco gasped, "Don't remind me!"

"We've had a successful life Draco, and it's not nearly done, I'm just being a sentimental prick," Harry kissed his forehead, "I'm proud of us."

"Merlin, make it stop!"

Harry pushed Draco down, hitting his shoulder lightly. "We've done good, Draco."

Draco smirked, "You mean, we've done WELL."

"Stop."

"10 galleons."

"Merlin-"

"20 galleons."

"Do you want to be pushed out of the tower?"

"No."

"10 galleons," Harry laughed.

Pouting, Draco pulled himself under the covers, turning away from Harry. Muttering a quick incantation to put out the fire, Harry tucked himself behind the blond, putting his arm around Draco's waist. Letting out a content sigh of defeat, Draco snuggled into Harry. "Goodnight, Potter."

Suddenly Draco was on the floor, "It has been a long fucking time, call me Harry or I swear to Merlin."

All was well.