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                                                       20 Years Later

“HAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYY”

Harry Potter cringed and quickly ducked behind a rather ugly tapestry of a very fat wizard attempting to teach a bunch of giants to tap dance.

“HAAARRRRRYYY! Where are yooooouuuuu?” Ginny shouted as she ran past Harry’s hiding spot.

Once she was gone, Harry let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and stepped out from behind the tapestry, continuing towards his office.

Arriving at his office unmolested, Harry quietly entered so as not to disturb his partner. However, not disturbing ones partner requires not tripping over a pile of paper work, sending said papers and most of the other stuff on the desk flying all over.

Harry, failing spectacularly at that, was left standing there awkwardly as Ron snorted and fixed him with the kind of glare that can only truly be achieved by one who has just had their afternoon nap interrupted very suddenly and rudely.

“S’up Harry? Where’ve you been?” The red head asked groggily, still not completely awake.

“Ginny was after me again.” Harry replied, bending down to pick up some of the papers he had upset.

Ron nodded, getting up from his desk to help Harry pick up the papers. “I don’t see why you keep running from her mate, even Mione thinks she’d be good for you.”

Harry sighed, refusing to look at his best friend. “You know I’m seeing someone else Ron.” With his back turned, he missed the glare Ron shot at the back of his head.

“Seeing someone? You call meeting Draco bloody Malfoy once a week for a roll between the sheets, seeing someone?” Ron snapped.

Harry repressed another sigh. He had this conversation, in some form or another, every day it seemed. Ron and the others simply didn’t understand that he and Draco had something special between them. They all wanted to see Harry married with kids, like Ron and Hermione or Neville and Luna.

Standing up with the papers in hand, Harry continued to face away from his best friend as he replied, “We do more then sleep together Ron. We talk, a lot. He understands me. He understands a lot more then you know.”

Seeing that one of the papers he had picked up was due to the headmaster of Hogwarts in a few minutes, Harry quickly scooped it up and made his escape. Talking to McGonagall might not be the high point of Harry’s day, but at least she didn’t turn every conversation into an interrogation about his love life.

Finally escaping McGonagall’s office a few hours later, Harry looked at the time and decided that no one would mind if he went home. Besides, if he was really needed, they knew where to find him.

Arriving at home with the loud bang that always accompanied apperations, Harry walked through the house to his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind him.

It wasn’t like anyone could see him. Teddy was still at Hogwarts until Christmas, and none of his alarm spells had been tripped.

Entering his room, Harry was greeted with a familiar, and much needed, sight.

On his pillow was a note with a green wax seal, weighted down with a white-gold stone that Harry knew wasn’t actually a stone, but a scale. A scale from his beloved dragon’s animagius form.

Opening the note, Harry felt a smile coming to his lips as he read its contents.

Dearest Harry,

I know we have already met this week, but there is something of the utmost importance which I must speak to you about. I will meet you tonight at our usual time

Draco

Harry quickly got dressed and went to make dinner. Knowing Draco, he’d want food when he got there.

Draco proposed to Harry that night over dinner. Harry accepted.

2 months later they were married in front of the Whomping Willow. Ron even got over himself enough to be Harry’s best man.

As for Ginny, well, several restraining orders later, she’s leading a very productive life helping Charlie watch dragons in Romania.

                                                           The End

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                                                       20 Years Later

“HAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYY”

Harry Potter cringed and quickly ducked behind a rather ugly tapestry of a very fat wizard attempting to teach a bunch of giants to tap dance.

“HAAARRRRRYYY! Where are yooooouuuuu?” Ginny shouted as she ran past Harry’s hiding spot.

Once she was gone, Harry let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and stepped out from behind the tapestry, continuing towards his office.

Arriving at his office unmolested, Harry quietly entered so as not to disturb his partner. However, not disturbing ones partner requires not tripping over a pile of paper work, sending said papers and most of the other stuff on the desk flying all over.

Harry, failing spectacularly at that, was left standing there awkwardly as Ron snorted and fixed him with the kind of glare that can only truly be achieved by one who has just had their afternoon nap interrupted very suddenly and rudely.

“S’up Harry? Where’ve you been?” The red head asked groggily, still not completely awake.

“Ginny was after me again.” Harry replied, bending down to pick up some of the papers he had upset.

Ron nodded, getting up from his desk to help Harry pick up the papers. “I don’t see why you keep running from her mate, even Mione thinks she’d be good for you.”

Harry sighed, refusing to look at his best friend. “You know I’m seeing someone else Ron.” With his back turned, he missed the glare Ron shot at the back of his head.

“Seeing someone? You call meeting Draco bloody Malfoy once a week for a roll between the sheets, seeing someone?” Ron snapped.

Harry repressed another sigh. He had this conversation, in some form or another, every day it seemed. Ron and the others simply didn’t understand that he and Draco had something special between them. They all wanted to see Harry married with kids, like Ron and Hermione or Neville and Luna.

Standing up with the papers in hand, Harry continued to face away from his best friend as he replied, “We do more then sleep together Ron. We talk, a lot. He understands me. He understands a lot more then you know.”

Seeing that one of the papers he had picked up was due to the headmaster of Hogwarts in a few minutes, Harry quickly scooped it up and made his escape. Talking to McGonagall might not be the high point of Harry’s day, but at least she didn’t turn every conversation into an interrogation about his love life.

Finally escaping McGonagall’s office a few hours later, Harry looked at the time and decided that no one would mind if he went home. Besides, if he was really needed, they knew where to find him.

Arriving at home with the loud bang that always accompanied apperations, Harry walked through the house to his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind him.

It wasn’t like anyone could see him. Teddy was still at Hogwarts until Christmas, and none of his alarm spells had been tripped.

Entering his room, Harry was greeted with a familiar, and much needed, sight.

On his pillow was a note with a green wax seal, weighted down with a white-gold stone that Harry knew wasn’t actually a stone, but a scale. A scale from his beloved dragon’s animagius form.

Opening the note, Harry felt a smile coming to his lips as he read its contents.

Dearest Harry,

I know we have already met this week, but there is something of the utmost importance which I must speak to you about. I will meet you tonight at our usual time

Draco

Harry quickly got dressed and went to make dinner. Knowing Draco, he’d want food when he got there.

Draco proposed to Harry that night over dinner. Harry accepted.

2 months later they were married in front of the Whomping Willow. Ron even got over himself enough to be Harry’s best man.

As for Ginny, well, several restraining orders later, she’s leading a very productive life helping Charlie watch dragons in Romania.

                                                           The End