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“Wow,” was all Draco said, as they lay tangled together, Harry slowly slipping out of him with a small rush of warmth. Harry let himself sink down onto the sweaty skin of Draco’s chest, his nose rubbing along the fine stubble dotting Draco’s jaw. Draco curled his arm around him, the other still keeping their fingers linked. “You didn’t say it.”

Harry raised his head. He’d lost his glasses at some point during the removal of his clothes, but he was close enough to see the warm contentedness in Draco’s face, the inquisitiveness in his light grey eyes. Harry shifted them both until Draco was resting against the back of the sofa, both of their heads using the armrest as a pillow, legs and arms tangled together. “Didn’t say what?” He leaned in for another kiss; he couldn’t stop kissing Draco now.

“That you love me,” Draco whispered back. “You always say it, every time.” He slid his fingers lightly through the sweat on Harry’s back, making him shiver and press even closer.

“Sorry,” Harry chuckled lightly, not sure what to say. He’d wanted to say it, had almost choked on the words by the end from the effort of holding them back, but it was too soon, and he was in a place where he didn’t really belong. “I guess I lost the ability to form words at some point.”

To his relief, Draco just smiled back. “Yeah, that was pretty intense. We should definitely do this more often.”

Harry leaned in to kiss him again—he just couldn’t stop—but was interrupted by the arrival of a silvery otter landing in the middle of the room behind him.

“Party’s in an hour, boys, don’t be late,” Hermione’s voice said through the patronus, and the little animal dissolved into silvery mist as it sat cleaning one of its paws.

Harry looked back at Draco. “How about that anniversary shower I ran out on earlier?”

Draco smirked. “I think I could be persuaded.”

After showering—anniversary orgasms included—and dressing, Harry and Draco both Apparated to the Burrow. The party was in full swing, but fortunately for Harry, Hermione was standing at the gates to greet them. As they wandered around to the back garden, Harry managed to pull Hermione aside and whisper in her ear.

“I know you said you can’t tell me anything, but can I at least know what this party is for?”

Hermione patted his arm. “It’s a joint anniversary party for you two and Ron and I. We do it every year.”

“We do?”

Hermione smiled enigmatically. “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 round them in the back garden of the closest place he’d thought of as home outside of Hogwarts, Harry wondered if it was a future he was lucky enough to actually get.

The party was enormous fun; everyone seemed to accept Draco’s presence among them without a blink. Lissa had come running out of the house moments after they’d arrived, Ginny running out after her, looking harassed. She’d taken one look at Harry and Draco and heaved a massive sigh of relief. “Good, you’re here,” she’d said. “I need a drink big enough to drop a hippogriff, excuse me.” And she’d gone off in a desperate search for alcohol.

All Harry’s friends were there; Neville and Hannah, Seamus, Luna, all the Weasley family, including Charlie and Evan and their little boy. There were numerous kids running around, most with shockingly red hair, and Lissa stood out from the crowd with her long waves of messy dark locks. Harry had trouble remembering all the names that Hermione thankfully whispered into his ear whenever he was climbed on or smashed into, but there was so much going on he didn’t think it was noticed. It was fun, and Harry realised with a wry grin that fun was something that had been lacking back in his normal life. Maybe his Hermione was right when she nagged him about spending too much time at work.

Evening had fallen around them, and Harry found himself sitting on a bench a little away from everyone else, watching with a confused smile as Draco spun a giggling Molly on the impromptu dancefloor. Something pulled at his leg, and he looked down to see Lissa climbing onto his lap.

“Hey there, ba-” He cut himself off. It felt like instinct to call her ‘baby’, but he didn’t know if that was what future Harry would do. He’d tried to avoid the little girl during the party, because she was so young and he didn’t want to inadvertently do anything to upset her. He glanced around for Hermione, but she was occupied by Angelina on the other side of the garden. He turned back to Lissa hesitantly. “Are you having fun?”

The little girl parked herself on his lap and studied him with serious grey eyes. They were a carbon copy of Draco’s. “You not daddy,” she said slowly, quietly.