Rich

Rich

Sitting at their table in the kitchen of their flat, Harry was nursing a cup of black coffee. He had no idea how he got hooked on the stuff but it just happened one day. He didn't know anyone who drank coffee which made it all that more special to have something to himself. He wasn't even sure he liked the taste of it but it was a nice feeling to know that you had a special thing just for you. (Draco isn't special?)

Across from him, his husband, Draco was finishing off a cool glass of milk and gathering his things to leave for work. Harry and Draco were both twenty-three and Aurors for the Ministry. Harry had taken the day off and was only awake because Draco and him never quite got to sleep last night.

"Hey Drake?" Harry questioned.

"What?" asked Draco, softly.

"Wanna take the day off too?" Harry smiled sleepily, yet it was still sweet.

Draco smiled back and considered the thought sincerely.

"Harry, I'd love to, but last time I took the day off Ron unexpectedly came looking for me...that was...embarrassing." Draco's cheeks tinged lightly. Ron and Draco had been on an assignment together, since Harry had wanted his "two favorite men" to spend more time with each other. Well, when Ron came to check on Draco he found that Draco and Harry were very busy. Now, every time Harry took time off Ron and Draco worked together so Draco was a little cautious on how he would explain it to Ron.

Harry smiled. "Oh, but you loved every minute of it!" he laughed teasingly.

Shaking his head at Harry, Draco sighed happily. "You're hopeless!" He paused with a smile and then began again. "I have to get to work, you should really try it some time, you know? You're off almost every day!" Draco was teasing Harry, but he could tell that Harry was still disappointed in Draco's choice.

"Harry, I'll be home at four-thirty; do something productive 'til then ok?"

Harry nodded reluctantly and returned the good-bye kiss Draco gave him. "Bye Drake, love you."

"Bye Harry, love you too." And he Disapparrated with a small pop.

'Hmm, productive?' Harry thought, knowing that he wasn't going to do anything along those lines. He settled for muggle shows on the telly and some water to rinse the aftertaste of coffee from his mouth.

Soon Harry was hungry so he went into the kitchen and dug through a cupboard. He found some of Draco's favorite chocolate and decided to eat it. He could always conjure up more if Draco wanted it later.

Draco. Not Malfoy anymore. It had been so long ago that they "fell in love". Harry liked to think that they were always in love and just couldn't admit it. He knew that's how it was for him, anyways.

Harry let his mind wander back into that night in their sixth year. Harry had needed a break from life. Hermione and Ron were fighting again. He had detention with Snape tomorrow and he had an astronomy chart to finish by midnight.

He had gone up to the Charms classroom to relax. When he got there he laid down on the cool stone floor and closed his eyes. He had his hands behind his head, forming a makeshift pillow to lie on. For what seemed like seconds later, he was being gently shaken back to reality.

He blinked his eyes open and stared at the silver-blue ones above him.

"Malfoy?" Harry breathed.

"Yea, Potter, that's been my name since, oh I dunno, I was born?" replied Draco without his usual tone. He seemed to be straining against his instinct to act like a total prick.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" asked Harry accusingly.

"Plotting ways to kill you while you're sleeping, wonder boy," smirked Draco, slightly.

Harry didn't know what overcame him, but for a split second he had a thought cross his mind. 'Wow, Draco's smirk is SEXY...in fact he's downright sexy himself...' It took Harry another second to realize that the thought didn't last for a just a split second. It was staying. He couldn't help but be shocked at how gorgeous Draco looked. Or the way he was leaning over Harry with his breath gently blowing in his ear. His right hand was on Harry's chest to steady himself, and his eyes were glimmering like they never wanted to break contact with the precious green ones.

"Well, if you planned to kill me, why'd you wake me up?" Harry managed to choke out.

"Because, I, usually spend time in here thinking, but it was really hard to do with your snoring."

"Do I really snore?" asked Harry, still shocked and now disbelieving.

Draco laughed; a real laugh too. Harry noticed that it had a nice ring to it. The realization came with a short pang of regret.

"No, you don't; the hero of the wizarding world be imperfect? Never!"

"Oh, so you think I'm perfect then, Dra-Malfoy?" teased Harry, gently. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he was flat out flirting with Malfoy. Not even Malfoy anymore: Draco.

"Yea, Harry, I guess I do," replied Draco. His voice full of hidden meaning that was quickly being revealed. His eyes were still latched onto Harry's and he could see something in them that was never noticeable before.

"Draco," began Harry, but he had nothing to say. What was there to say? Kiss me now? I'm in love with you? Not likely. Even if Draco's hair was tickling his face. Or if Draco's breath was still caressing his ears intimately. Or if his hands were slowly intertwining with Harry's. Or, or, suddenly Harry lost all coherent thoughts of resistance when Draco closed his eyes and brought his lips to Harry's smooth and warm ones. Harry's lips tasted like chocolate and Draco loved chocolate. They were urging closer together and Harry slipped his tongue over Draco's lips, he let out a quiet moan and with their mouths parted in sighs Harry slid his tongue into Draco's mouth. Draco fiercely responded and both of them got lost in the moment.

They weren't really thinking about it, but they knew that something was different. It was no longer Potter/Malfoy hatred; there was something new that had emerged. The entire past year Harry and Draco had been getting closer, and they even had come to a truce of sorts. They were civil to each other at first and then soon they were nearly friends. Especially when Ron and Hermione were busy together.

But tonight was the first night Harry had felt something more for Draco. Oh, how he felt was indescribable. He felt beyond right, and was completely tempted to do more than what he was. He felt all his stress be released and float away. He felt free and loved. He finally felt normal for the first time since Voldemort had returned to power.

Slowly, reluctantly breaking the kiss, Harry opened his eyes and stared into Draco's now open silver ones. He looked slightly abashed, but nowhere near regretful.

"Harry?" he asked softly, Harry thought he sounded scared.

Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around Draco tightly. He dropped a feather-like kiss on Draco's neck and then kissed each of his fingers. He smiled at Draco, totally content, and nodded, answering the questions in Draco's eyes at once.

Draco leaned in to kiss Harry again and Harry gratefully accepted it. His hands found their way into Draco's hair while Draco's left hand was holding the back of his head and his right snaked around Harry's slim waist.

Harry leaned back and was lying down again, although this time he didn't plan on sleeping.

After air was needed Draco lay down next to Harry. He set his head on Harry's chest and listened to the quickened beat of Harry's heart. Harry held Draco close, he loved the gentle pressure of Draco's had on his heart and he was in heaven just because Draco was cuddling with him

"Hey, Draco?" Harry checked to see if the boy was still awake.

"Yea?" he responded, although groggily.

"I'm glad you found me tonight."

"Me too, Harry, me too." And with those words echoing in his mind Harry came back to the present. The rest, as they say, is history. Harry and Draco stayed together that night, and many nights to follow. Once Voldemort was gone (Harry had defeated him like all had expected) Draco and Harry made their relationship public.

No one seemed to mind, Harry had just killed the Dark Lord once and for all, no one cared who he was with. They only person who the couple was worried about was dead; Lucius Malfoy died at the hands of his master. And Snape? Well, Snape didn't mind as much as everyone thought he would. He trusted Draco immensely.

So after graduation Harry and Draco bought a nice-sized flat together. Both became Aurors, although neither of them needed a job. Harry had his Gringotts' money and Draco had his family inheritance. Since they had more money than they knew what to do with, Harry, the laid back one took day after day off while restless Draco worked.

Things were good, Harry thought happily. He had finished the chocolate and another cup of coffee. Plus the pop behind him told him it was four-thirty.

"Hey there," a very familiar voice greeted Harry.

"Hey Drake," smiled Harry.

"What'd you do all day, love? Nothing productive, I can tell." Draco glanced around with a smirk, it held no maliciousness though.

"No, I kind of got lost in my thoughts," answered Harry, truthfully.

"Yes, well your thoughts are too small to be out on their own, no wonder they got lost," Draco joked. Draco decided to play along for Harry's sake. "Well, where did they get lost?"

Grinning Harry told Draco how he relived their first kiss in the Charms room.

"Oh, well, that memory is amazing to get lost in," stated Draco, matter-of-factly.

"Yea, it was, but I've waited patiently all day to have new memories of us. Do ya' mind helping me out with that?" Harry had his own little smirk playing across his face.

"You bet." Draco tackled Harry and they spent the rest of the night making new memories to share.

~~fin~~

Count of three all...one...two...three...AWWW!!!