The next morning, Draco woke up late to sunlight streaming through the windows and the smell of breakfast wafting through the doorframe of the bedroom. After stretching out his tight neck, Draco got out of bed to head downstairs where Harry was serving breakfast to grinning Albus and Scorpius.

"Papa, papa!" They giggled, running out of their seats to give him his first hugs of the day. Draco hugged them back, a broad grin growing on his face.

"Good morning," he replied, before walking over to wrap an arm around Harry's waist and peck the scratchy stubble of his cheek. "Thanks for letting me sleep in."

"You're welcome. You deserved it." From the genuine look of appreciation in Harry's eyes, it wasn't hard for Draco to realize he meant more than just the previous night. Affection bubbled through Draco's chest, and he pressed a kiss to Harry's lip, unable to resist the man's adorable disheveled look so early in the morning.

"Papa! Guess what we're doing today?" Albus tugged on Draco's nightshirt, syrup dribbling down his chin. Draco chuckled before reaching for a napkin and wiping it off.

"Hmm, what?"

"We're going to Grandma and Grandpa Weasley's house!" Albus's face lit up with excitement, eliciting a laugh from Draco.

"You are? When?"

"After breakfast!" A bit of pancake dribbled out of Scorpius's mouth as he eagerly joined the conversation.

"How exciting! Make sure you eat a good breakfast then." Knowing Molly, she would stuff the boys with food regardless of whether or not they had already eaten, but he still felt it necessary to remind them.

"Why are they going to the Weasley's today?" Draco asked as he sat down next to Harry at the table.

"I have some stuff I want to get done today, and Molly offered to watch the children until tomorrow afternoon." Draco raised an eyebrow, pausing in the stacking of pancakes on his plate.

"Tomorrow afternoon?" Harry smirked.

"Yep."

"And you'll inform me of what 'stuff' you have to get done once the children leave?"

"Yep."

"Okay." Draco glanced over at Harry. He didn't look nervous. He was this acting utterly different from how he was last night. A bright smile decorated his face, and his cheeks were flush with happiness. Draco was disappointed that he couldn't tell if it were real, or fake. Did that make him a lousy husband?

"Daddy, can you pass the syrup?"

Breakfast was finished, and the table and dishes were cleaned. Soon enough, Albus and Scorpius were flooed to the Burrow, and Draco and Harry were left alone in the house for the first time in months.

Before Draco could turn around, Harry pulled him around by his sweater and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

"I love you," he said, passion burning behind every word. "I" kiss "love" kiss "you." Fire seeped up through Draco's chest, overwhelming his thoughts and burning them to ashes.

"What's with the sudden affection?" Draco muttered, dazed. Harry looked at him quizzically.

"Merlin, Draco, don't you know how much you helped me last night?" Harry asked, holding both of Draco's hands in front of them.

"Er, I'm guessing not." Gosh, how were his eyes so green? Was it possible for eyes to get prettier by the day? Because Draco was pretty sure that was what was happening to Harry's eyes.

"I've never been able to sleep after one of those nightmares. I never remember what happens, but they leave me with so much adrenaline its impossible to sleep. But you...you held me tight and loved me. I've never as loved or safe as I did last night in your arms. No one's ever done that for me. Thank you."

Flustered, Draco pulled Harry in for a hug. Nothing he wanted to say sounded right, so he resorted to squeezing Harry tight and hoping the other man understood his message. Talking about his feelings had never been a strong point of his, so Draco typically resorted to physical actions and gestures to show how he felt. Harry, on the other hand, had no problem expressing how he felt. Occasionally, Draco found himself jealous at how easily Harry could say what was on his mind, but over time he just accepted its who they were, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I wanted to do something today, but I'm not sure if you're up to it." Draco raised an eyebrow. "Not that, later." Chuckling, Draco raised his hands to massage Harry's shoulders while he talked. They were sitting on the couch, Harry leaning back in Draco's lap.

"I'm assuming this has to do with why you asked Molly to watch the children for a day." Harry nodded. Draco could only assume he was biting his lip, a habit he had picked up from Draco when he was nervous.

"I want to visit the Dursleys." Draco dropped his hands. What?

"What?" He couldn't be serious. Was he really considering going back to that hellhole?

"You mentioned it after our fight, and I've been thinking about it, and after the nightmare last night I decided I needed closure once and for all." Draco shook his head, taking to doodling on Harry's arms. Harry had to be insane for even considering to visit those dunderheads again.

"Are you sure you want to?" Draco asked, "Especially after that nightmare last night? Won't it only make them worse?" Harry shrugged.

"I need to do it, Dra." He said, "And I'm willing to do it alone, but I'd really appreciate it if you-"

"There's no fucking way I'm letting you go back there alone," Draco said quickly, unable to let his husband think for a second he would leave him to handle those monsters alone. "If you're sure about this, I'll come."

"Thank you," Harry said sincerely, turning around to give Draco a quick kiss. "It'll be best if we apparate there in about an hour. Until then, I should probably give you a few pointers about them."