Two Years Later:
Sunday mornings were your favorite. It always seemed that the sun was shining, even in London, which would be the rarest of occasions.
One bright May morning, you awoke to the touch of fingers brushing against your cheek. Your eyes flickered open and you saw Draco, lying next to you, his fingertips fluttering over your cheekbones. You didn't say anything, but merely rolled over onto your side, so you could look him in the eye properly.
"Morning," he said finally, after a few minutes.
You smiled in reply.
"Your hair is sticking up," you replied, reaching out to brush down the smooth, blonde strands. Draco shook his hair back, but you ran your fingers through his hair anyway.
"I think we have the nicest hair out of anyone in our neighborhood," Draco responded, reaching out to rub a strand of your golden locks between his fingers. You smiled.
"Come on, then," you teased him. "Just admit it, we're the best looking couple in the neighborhood. Probably the city."
"Well, if you want to dream small," Draco smirked. He leaned over you and began to kiss your collarbone in a persuasive manner. You smirked as well, and grabbed a fistful of his hair, so you could bring his eyes up to yours.
"I have to get going," you told him, kissing him on the lips. He didn't reply, but just brought his hands up, cradling the back of your neck as he kissed you. His tongue traced around the corner of your lips, and you felt like you might just skip on your outing, and instead, spend the day in bed.
"But Mrs. Malfoy," he said in a low, husky voice, kissing down your neck. You giggled. "It's just you and me here, and your skin is just so soft…"
"Stop," you squealed, slipping out from under him. You laughed as you ran into the bathroom, shaking off your nightgown and jumping into the shower.
"You didn't think you were going to get away that easily, did you?" Draco grinned as he ran after you. He pulled off his boxers and jumped in the shower with you. You laughed as he reeled you in towards him, and the two of you fell against the side of the shower, a human pretzel of limbs.
An hour later, you apparated into the Leaky Cauldron. Your hair was still a bit wet, and your make-up was slightly sloppy, but you couldn't care less. You smiled as the innkeeper greeted you heartily.
"Celia!" Neville Longbottom said from behind the counter. "I haven't seen you in a few weeks."
"Honeymoons will do that," you said with a grin.
Neville winked. "The regular? Tea with one lump of sugar? No cream?"
"Two lumps," you corrected. "Is he here?"
Neville peered around, and then spotted who you were looking for. He pointed towards a corner, where a dark-haired man sat at a booth. You weaved through the tables full of people, and then slid into the seat opposite the dark-haired man.
"You're late," Harry said, but his voice was teasing.
"Sorry boss," you replied, taking off your jacket. "I didn't realize this was a work day."
Harry winced. "I hate when you call me boss."
"What am I supposed to say? You are my boss."
"Doesn't feel like it sometimes," Harry said. "Mind and will of your own."
"So," you said as Neville placed a cup of tea down in front of you. You wrapped your hands around the mug. "When's that brief on the Carson case due?"
"Let's not talk work," Harry said in a tired voice. "Really, I'm so bored of it. Tell me about your honeymoon. How was…St. Thomas?"
"St. Bart's," you corrected. "And I'll tell you about it when you tell me how Gigi's doing."
Harry blushed at the mention of his girlfriend. "I'm going to propose tonight."
"Harry!" You squealed, hitting him on the arm. "That's really, really amazing. Congratulations."
"Yeah, well," he said with an expression of smugness that you saw often in Draco. You leaned back against the booth and smiled at him.
"Look at us," you mused. "All grown up with places to go."
"People to see."
"Things to do."
The two of you chuckled lightly, and then fell silent. The two of you drummed your fingers on the tabletop, not quite about to say what the other was thinking. Finally, you did.
"It's May eighth," Harry said quietly.
"Yeah…" You looked down at your hands. When you looked up, Harry was staring the wall, determined not to look at your eyes. You feared he might cry. "We lost so many people that day."
"I don't think we ever really lost them." Harry leaned over and squeezed your hand. "In fact, I know we didn't. Not really."
"How?" You whispered back. You thought of Daphne's body lying on the ground, so cold and motionless.
"Just trust me," Harry said, leaning back. "The Hallows don't lie."
You were confused by this statement, being oblivious to what the Hallows were, but you decided to trust him.
When you and Harry left the Leaky Cauldron early in the afternoon, Draco was waiting for you across the street. He and Harry didn't greet each other, not formally anyway, just nodded at each other. You knew that while they would never be friends, they had respect for each other.
"See you tomorrow, Celia," Harry told you, touching your elbow. He departed down the street, his hands in his pockets. You ran across the street to Draco, who folded you up in his arms instantly.
"Hi," you said with a smile. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought you might want someone to go with you." Draco kissed your cheek. "To…to see Daphne."
He knew that on certain days, you snuck away to go lay a bunch of flowers on her grave. You tucked an arm around his waist and looked up at the sky, bursting with sunlight.
"I don't think I'm going to go there today," you told him. "I don't need to say goodbye. Not when they still live on."
Draco nodded, but you knew he couldn't truly understand. You took his hand, curled it into a fist, and placed it on your heart.
"In here," you whispered. Draco smoothed back your hair.
"Whatever happens," he said, kissing you softly. "If anything ever does, I need you to know this. You're my best friend, the love of my life, my soul mate. I will always carry you with me." Then, he placed your hand upon his heart. Your wedding ring glittered in the bright light.
"Ditto," you replied. Draco hooked his arm around your neck, and you looped your arm around his waist, and the two of you began to walk home.