“as all drao said, as they y taher, harry slowly slipping out of him with a small rush of warmth. harry let himself sink dowy skin of drao’s hest, his n aloubble dotting drao’s jaw. drao urled his arm around him, the other still keeping their fingers linked. “you didn’t say it.”
harry raised his head. he’d lost his gsses at some p the removal of his lothes, but he was lose enough to see the warm oedness in drao’s fae, the inquisitiveness in his light grey eyes. harry shifted them both until draaihe sofa, both of their heads usi as a pillow, legs and arms taher. “didn’t say what?” he leaned in for another kiss; he ouldn’t stop kissing drao now.
“that you love me,” drao whispered bak. “you always say it, every time.” he slid his fily through the sweat on harry’s bak, making him shiver and press even loser.
“sorry,” harry hukled lightly, o say. he’d wao say it, had almost hoked on the words by the end from the effort of holding them bak, but it was too soon, and he e where he didn’t really belo the ability to form oint.”
to his relief, drao just smiled bak. “yeah, that retty intense. we should defihis more often.”
harry leao kiss him agai ouldn’t stop—but was ihe arrival of a silvery in the middle of the room behind him.
“party’s in an hour, boys, doe,” hermiohrough the patronus, ale animal dissolved i as it sat leas paws.
harry looked bak at drao. “how about that anniversary shower i ran out on earlier?”
drao smirked. “i think i ould be persuaded.”
after sh—anniversary asms inluded—and dressing, harry and drao both apparated to the burrow. the party was in full swing, but fortunately for harry, hermioandio greet them. as they wandered around to the bak garden, harry mao pull hermione aside and whisper in her ear.
“i know you said you an’t tell me anything, but a knoarty is for?”
hermioed his arm. “it’s a joint anniversary party for you two and ron a every year.”
“we do?”
hermioially. “you will.”
so he’d been right, harry realised. this was the future. or, at least, it was a future. as the weasley family and all their friends gathered rouhe bak garde pe he’d thought of as home outside of hogwarts, harry wo was a future he was luky enough to atually get.
&y was enormous fun; everyo drao’s presehem without a blink. lissa had out of the house momehey’d arrived, ginny running out after her, looking harassed. she’d take harry and drao and heaved a massive sigh ood, you’re here,” she’d said. “i need a drio drop a hippogriff, exuse me.” and she’d gone off ie searh for alohol.
all harry’s friehere; neville and hannah, seamus, luna, all the weasley family, inluding d evale boy. there were numer around, most with shokingly red hair, and lissa stood out from the rowd with her long waves of messy dark loks. harry had trouble rememberihat hermiohankfully whispered into his ear whenever he was limbed on or smashed into, but there was so muh goihink it was was fun, and harry realised with a wry grin that fuhat had been king bak in his normal life. maybe his hermiht when she nagged him about spending too muh time at work.
evening had fallen around them, and harry fouile away from everyohing with a onfused smile as drao spun a giggling molly ou efloor. somethi his leg, and he looked down to see lissa limbing onto his p.
&here, ba-” he ut himself off. it felt like instint to all her ‘baby’, but he didn’t know if that was what future harry would do. he’d tried to avoid the little girl duriy, beause she was so you waly do anythi her. he gned around for hermio she ied by ahe other side of the gardeuro lissa hesitantly. “are you having fun?”
&le girl parked herself on his p ah serious grey eyes. they y of drao’s. “you not daddy,” she said slowly, quietly.
harry didn’t know what to say. he didn’t want to say anything that would upset her. but he dido lie either, so he settled on, “no, sorry.”
“who you?” she asked.
“er, you an just all me harry.”
“i lissa,” she said, patting herself o.
harry smiled. “yes, i knoretty name.”
lissa smiled. “it two names.” she held up three fihe them. she lifted her other hand to fore dowhe fingers. “lily nar-narssa.”
“lily narissa?”
lissa remember seeing any pitures of mrs. malfoy in the house, and he wondered if something had happened, or if she kept her distaer her son had married a half blood.
“where daddy go?” lissa asked, and harry looked up to see that he huge grey eyes were filled with tears.
“i-i don’t know, baby,” he said, letti fall out as he tried to omfort her. “but he’ll be bak soo say whe romise he might o keep.
“daddy ome bak?”
“yeah, baby, daddy’ll ome bak.”
lissa smiled and reahed up a hand, patting him on the h