Harry woke with a start as he felt kisses drop down his neck and smiled.

"Morning," he said, causing Draco to look up at him happily. The blond shuffled forward so he was hovering over Harry, their lips brushing slightly. Harry groaned slightly when he tilted his head up to join them together yet Draco moved backwards.

"Draco!" he whined, twining his arms around the pale man's neck.

"Yes?" Malfoy chuckled. Harry pouted in response.

"Kiss me!"

Malfoy lowered himself carefully and collided their lips, which moved together slowly in a sweet, sensual dance. When they parted, there was a string of saliva still connected, which Draco lapped up, making Harry blush and close his eyes.

"Aw, baby, you have such wonderful eyes, open them for me?"

"No, you dick!" Harry said turning his head away.

"Alright, alright," Draco laughed, rolling off Harry and making his way towards the bathroom to shower. "Happy birthday, love."

"Thanks, darling," Harry said, smiling.

The previous years had been rough on both Harry and Draco. PTSD had plagued them both for quite a while, and still did at times.

But they had each other to help them through the darker times.

Harry and Draco visited Tonks' grave annually with the rest of the Order members, where they would stand in silence by her grave and remember the great things she had done for everyone.

The first year, Draco had broken down crying, clutching at the sleeves of Harry's coat and sobbing, saying how he couldn't save her, and how he was a failure. To his surprise, Sirius was the first one to recover from the shocking outburst and comfort Draco, reassuring him that Tonks' death was only Bellatrix's fault.

Sirius and Draco had built a steady bond over the year, already acting like the son-and-father-in-law pair they were meant to be. Harry had found out by Draco that this was due to the intense grief over Harry being shot ultimately seeking comfort out of one another, creating a friendship that would last a lifetime.

Narcissa was wary of Harry and Draco's relationship, but embraced it when she saw how happy Harry made Draco. But not before warning Harry thoroughly to never hurt her baby.

Harry snuggled deeper into the bed as he thought of the day to come. He was finally twenty-one. It was a big day for him! He could... do things! A smile on his face, he got up to go join Draco in the shower.

Twelve hours later and their apartment was filled to the brim with school friends and Order members.

"Happy birthday, Harry!" Ron said as he and Hermione entered through the door with their six-month-old child, Hugo.

"Thanks, guys," Harry replied, instantly reaching out for Hugo, who laughed when he saw the dark-haired man. "Hello, little one!"

"He's so fond of you!" Hermione laughed, looking at her child with affectionate eyes. She brandished a wrapped gift in front of Harry. "This is your present! I'll go put it on the table, shall I?"

"Thanks, guys, but you really didn't have to," Harry said.

Ron scrunched up in his nose. "Nonsense! It's the least we could do your birthday, mate."

After them followed Remus and Sirius, who each gave him a hug and also brought a present for him.

Harry was flattered by all the gifts, but wouldn't lie that they didn't make him uncomfortable at times. He had never gotten presents before, and always felt like he didn't deserve them. When Draco found out how the Dursleys played a large role in Harry's deteriorating self worth, he had personally marched over to Privet Drive to pay them a visit and yell in their faces for being such shite guardians.

Harry hadn't gone back since then.

"Right, everyone!" Draco called out from the living room. Harry poked his head through and saw everyone was holding a glass of champagne. "A toast: to Harry!"

"To Harry!" everyone said collectively, clinking their glasses together. Harry felt his eyes tear a little. Luna Lovegood joined him by the doorway looking curious, and Harry saw Neville watching tentatively out of the corner of his eye.

"Hello, Luna," Harry said happily.

"Hiya, Harry," she replied. "The Wrackspurts seem to be less since the last time I saw you."

"Really?" Harry raised an eyebrow, feeling a little proud inside. "That's- that's awesome!"

"Mhm!"

"What's going on over here?" Draco asked, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders and squeezing lightly.

"We're talking about the Wrackspurts!" Luna informed him.

Draco's eyebrows furrowed but he shook it off when he saw the look on Harry's face.

"That sounds lovely," Draco said, feigning interest. "Mind if I steal Harry for a moment?"

He didn't wait for a reply and suddenly Harry was whisked away out of the living room and into the kitchen.

"So... there was a bit off an accident," Draco said, pointing to the oven, where a burnt roast lay. Harry immediately threw on the oven gloves and got it out of there, smoke enveloping him.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Harry groaned. "We can never get it right!"

"So... pizza again?"

"Yeah."

"Awesome."

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