&hough it might be a good idea for you to all him Drao, just for today.”
“What? Why?”
Hermiohe boy over to Ron aowards the floo. “Harry, I want you to think about oant thing: this m, ith Drao, when he kissed you, and with the er, the nakedness?”
So she had heard the part about the nakedness.
“Yes,” Harry said slowly.
“Did you like it?”
Harry spluttered, and Hermiohe moment to throw a handful of floo powder into the firepe. “Harry and Drao’s house,” she said into the fmes. “Just think about it, okay?” She pushed Harry into the fire, and as he spun away, he heard her all out, “And try not to at too suspiious!”
Harry skidded out of the floo and intht, airy, ompletely unfamiliar room. He brushed the soot from his t shirt and jeans as he looked around, his pulse jumpiook ihe room had to offer him. There was a rge wooden toy box in front of the huge windows, the lid pulled half off and toys spilling out onto the fl yello; to it, a barbie doll behind the wheel and a My Little Pony in the bak; what looked like half a with’s ostume strethed over the stomah e teddy bear; a roki had had os white pathes oloured iy of shades. A purple and blue pygmy puff rolled around ihe opposite side of the room, letting out the oasional hirp as it smaked into the bars and reversed ourse. A dark greeher high bak hair sat in out into the room and withihe bookases sittiher side of it. A big sreen telly dominated one osite a omfy looking striped sofa, sattered with mismathed ushions and bs. A ti innouously ohe ushions.
And everywhere, everywhere, there were pitures.
Everywhere Harry looked, photographi versions of himself and many others waved bak at him. He, Ron and Hermioih sarves ed around their him from on top of the dresser; Molly and Arthur grinning down at a small buheir arms oelpiee; a photograph of what seemed to have been Gio Dean; Hermi dress, solding R his mouth full of ake—Harry remembered that oaken it just over a week ag.
And iween all of these were pitures of Harry and Malfoy. Malfoy pulling a fae while Harry kissed him messily on the heek; Malfoy with his arms ed around Harry’s waist, his hiing on Harry’s shoulder; Malfoy sitting to Harry on a sofa that was obviously in the Burroying with a little girl with long dark hair and wide grey eyes; Malfoy standing to a hospital bed, staring down at the small baby Harry was holding in his arms.
And theed on a small bk frame on the bookshelves, holding a piture of a shy looking Harry with his hands aressing his stomah lovingly. His very round, big stomah.
Harry’s hao his own stomah, lifting up his t shirt and ruaut musles. What the hell? He hadhat wizards ould do that…Okay no, he did know, beause Charlie Weasley and his husband Evaalking about oi reently, it’s just…he’d , and now here he was, starihat he’d do himself.
Harry sank down onto the sofa, wining whehe disarded shoe. Okay, he just had to think about this for a mi had Hermiohis was the effets of a spell, ahing ablimpse. But what was he briefly glimpsing at? A bad aid trip? Harry didn’t think he needed a lesson in resp use. Maybe a look at how his mind would rak if he kept on spending so muh time at work? It was true, Harry did work a lot, not leaving muh time for a perso he really didn’t think that this would be what his frayed mind would onjure up. Ae universe of some kind? Harry didn’t know if suh thi if they did, then maybe Hermioo tell him muh made a bit more sense. Maybe if he learoo muh, he wouldo get bak to his own world?
Harry sighed a his fae with his hand, pausi something unfamiliar moving aross his skiared at his left hahird fi a simple, white gold band.
Harry thought he might be haviak.
Okay had to take some deep breaths, and think. Wherever Harry was, ae ual breakdown, a massive bonk to the head a oma, whatever, learly things here were very differeo be married, for a start, and was living io be a very beautiful house, and had had a hild…
Harry felt light headed.
So, he was married, living ihan a ft, with a hild—Lissa? That’s what Ginny and Hermioh alled the little girl—ao be doing all of this with Drao sodding Malfoy.
“Fio grae me with your presene, I see,” Malfoy said behind him, and Harry jumped so hard he slipped off the sofa. Malfoy s him. “I’m so bloody honoured.”
Harry stared at him. Malfoy had put some lothes on by noearing a pair of deliiously soft looking faded jeans and ae shirt rolled to the elbows. He stared at the pe where two of the shirt buttons were undone, showing a hint of skin and the way Malfoy’s throat moved as he swallowed.
“Got nothing to say?”
Malfoy stared drey eyes old. And a little bit hurt, Harry rised to had Hermiory not to at too suspiiht then. Harry leared his throat.
“Er, sorry. It was work stuff, something important