Hello everybody! This is my first attempt at a Drarry fanfic, but I love the whole world surrounding Draco and Harry and I'm hopeful that you guys won't think it's absolutely horrible! I'm not going to give you a set schedule as to how often I'll be updating, but I will try my hardest to make it weekly. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor any other HP references. Those belong solely to the Queen who calls herself J.K. Rowling.

Warning: This story DOES NOT contain any smut or any lemons or limes or any other fruit! Sorry not sorry. I'm not a pornographer. :)

Prologue

Harry is in the garden, his place where he can go to escape reality if only in little doses. It's peaceful here, with the little bubbling pond with the enchanted lilies that never die, and the sun on his back and the wind whistling through his hair. It's a peaceful serenity, something nobody nowadays can deny him. It's been ten years since the defeat of Voldemort, and Harry can't imagine ever being happier than he is now. He has everything. The perfect house, the perfect job, the best friends in the entire world, and most importantly, the love of his life.

The love of his life who was currently causing quite the stir within the little cottage, may he point out. Harry, not wanting to leave his paradise but pulled by his affection to his always be there when his love is in need, goes back inside and sees his love kneeling on the floor, swearing to high heaven. His love's left arm is extended, with a wand pointed at it. The arm is covered in angry red blisters, and swelling. Harry runs over, putting his hands on Draco's shoulders. "What in Merlin's beard are you doing, Draco?" Harry asks. Draco looks up at him, tears of frustration leaving glittering trails down his pale cheeks. Harry's heart lurches at Draco's look of desperation, of hopelessness. He has seen it many times before.

"I'm trying to remove it, goddammit," Draco curses, about to send another spell flying at his arm. Harry stops him, catching his hand in midair. Harry's hand curls around Draco's preventing him from casting another spell. "Not here," Harry whispers into Draco's ear. He pulls Draco to his feet, and spins him around, taking his face in his hands. "Now you listen to me, Draco," Harry instructs. Draco's teary eyes focus on Harry's, and he softens. Harry takes a deep breath. "That mark does not define who you are, do you understand me? That was in the past, and you're here now, with me, and I love you. Do you hear me?" Harry gazes intensely into Draco's eyes. Draco nods. Harry sighs. "I love you so much," he murmurs, as he pulls Draco into a hug. Draco hugs Harry back, burying his face in the nape of Harry's neck, letting out a few desperate sobs.

Harry releases Draco, and hands him his cloak. "Now, wipe away those tears, and put this on," he says, pulling on his own cloak, and making sure his wand was securely in his jeans pocket. "Where are we going?" Draco asks. Harry adjust his glasses, and pulls Draco out to his garden, where the sun is still shining and the water is still bubbling. "We're going to St. Mungo's," Harry exclaims. Draco groans, and tries to return to the house, but Harry catches him and presses him against his side. Harry closes his eyes and focuses on St. Mungo's with all his might, and before he knows it he's Apparating. He is forced through what feels like a slick, glass tube, and his body is being squeezed and stretched and he can't breath and then they're there.
The two wizards, one dark-haired and one light-haired, appear out of nowhere, at the steps to St. Mungo's. Draco smoothes his cloak, and fixes his hair. "Oh, will you stop being such a girl, Malfoy?" Harry jokes, smirking at Draco. Draco rolls his eyes and marches up the steps. "A Malfoy always has to look on point," he exclaims, and then opens the doors. Harry, chuckling, follows him.

They enter the lobby, and a nurse runs up to them, with a roll of parchment and quill following her. "Service required?" she asks. Harry looks at Draco, and then speaks. "Erm, we need to get a certain, um, tattoo of sorts removed," Harry explains. The nurse, who looks in quite a hurry, nods, the quill scribbling quickly. "Bed three, if you please, just right down the hall, through the door that says Magical Removals and Dissections," she says, shooing them down the hall. Harry gives Draco a look, causing Draco to chuckle, and they follow the nurse's direction. On the way, they pass a door with the words INCURABLE WARD plastered on it. Harry can only imagine what types of people must be in there. He wonders vaguely if Gilderoy Lockhart is still here somewhere. Before they make it to the Magical Removal and Dissection ward, Harry's name is called out.

Harry and Draco spin around, and Harry is delighted to see none other than Neville Longbottom. Harry had fallen out of contact with him, and it has been four years since he's seen him. Harry bounds forward, giving Neville a big hug. Draco follows, though considerably slower, and offers only a handshake to Neville. "Blimey, Harry, I never thought I'd see you here," Neville says. Harry smiles. "Yeah, we just have an issue to sort out with Draco," Harry says. Neville's eyes flit to Draco's left forearm, and he nods. "Ah, yes, of course. Well, I'm just here visiting my parents," Neville's happy demeanor falls just a bit, but before Harry can say anything, Neville shoots him a question.

"Hey, Harry, after you and Malfoy, er, I mean, Draco, are through here, perhaps we could meet at the Leaky Cauldron, and catch up? I'm supposed to meet Luna there this afternoon, and she would be delighted to see you guys," he asks. Harry almost agrees instantly, but looks to Draco first. "Um, Draco, would you be okay with that?" Harry asks. Neville's smile twitches a bit, but he manages to keep his grin genuine. Draco looks back and forth, between Neville and Harry, and he can tell that Harry really wants to catch up with Neville, so of course, being the loyal husband he is, agrees.
"Perfect, see you then," Neville says, giving Harry another hug before going back to sit with his parents. Harry looks at Draco, who can't help but give a little snigger. "Looks like you've got a new number one fan, Potter," Draco teases. Harry rolls his eyes, and gives Draco a playful shove into the Magical Removal and Dissection ward.

"Now, Mr. Malfoy needs to know that these effects are only temporary, and that he must return in three months for another session," the doctor explains. Harry nods, and Draco attempts to nod, but can only manage a few choice curse words. He's clutching his left arm hard, and breathing heavily. Harry can only imagine the pain he is in. He pulls Draco up, and wraps his arm around his waist to support him.

"Alright, doctor, well thank you for all your help, and I guess we'll see you in three months," Harry says, turning around. The doctor calls behind him. "And a very nice treat it was to meet you, Mr. Potter," he says, his voice full of admiration. Harry had gotten over the affection and admiration that most people had for him ever since he defeated Lord Voldemort, just pretended he didn't hear the doctor's praises.

The two made it out of St. Mungo's and Harry forced Draco to stand up on his own. "Come on now, you big baby, it can't have hurt that much, it was a simple reversal charm," Harry says. Draco looks up at him, fury in his eyes. "It can hurt as much as I fucking want it to, Potter. Just, let's go to the Cauldron. God knows I could use a hefty dose of Firewhiskey," Draco mutters, attaching himself to Harry so as to Side-Apparate.
Harry shakes his head in glee, and pictures the Leaky Cauldron.

"So," Neville says, after downing his third Butterbeer. "You have to tell me the full story," Neville points between Harry and Draco. "And not the short one that you tell everyone. I mean the full one, with all the gory details," Luna, who was preoccupied with what Harry assumed was a Knargle, suddenly becomes interested. "Oh yes, I'd love to hear about how two worst enemies became lovers," she says, completely unaware of how blunt she had been. Harry barely contains and snigger, and Draco's face turns dark crimson.

Neville silently apologizes to Harry for Luna, who shakes it off easily. Harry turns to Draco. "Is it okay if I divulge our very personal, steamy, lustful love story to Neville and Luna?" Harry teases, winking at Neville. Draco's eyes widen and he sinks into his chair, mortified. Harry ruffles Draco's hair. "I'm only joking, silly boy. I won't tell them that story," he says. Draco makes a sound between a whimper and a groan, and Harry chuckles, turning back to Neville and Luna.
"I would love to tell you how we ended up together," Harry says. "It's actually a wonderful story. It started when I needed to give Draco his wand back,"