Mr Green Eyes

Chapter 1

Draco was tired. Seating plans, decoration pictures and much more litter the round table of 12 Grimmauld Place.

The stress of planning the wedding was too much for Draco. He placed his hands on the table, his muscles tense and stiff. A pair of firm hands were on his shoulders, rubbing the muscles, relaxing Draco's muscles and heightening his mood.

He turned around and kissed the dark-haired man standing behind him. In just two days, Harry Potter was to be his husband.

The Malfoy-Potters, Draco thought, that has a nice ring to it. Speaking of ring, the little diamond shone brightly in the light. He had gotten Harry a matching one. Draco didn't like the idea of Harry still being shown as available. Harry was Draco's and Draco was Harry's. That's the way it is.

They continued to look over the wedding plans- when their was a knock at the door.

"Hermione and Ron must be here!" Draco chimed.

After calling a truce with Harry, Draco had done the same with Hermione and Ron.  And after Harry and Draco's relationship started, they had got even closer together.

In fact- while Harry and Ron's friendship was as close as ever, and to be honest, Draco and Hermione were inseparable too. She was the most supportive of their relationship by far.

The best man and maid of honour entered the house- Hermione holding a large bag- presumably her dress.

"Come in, come in. Ron, Harry is in the kitchen."

Ron nodded, a small smile on his face. His wife of one year followed Draco upstairs to his and Harry's bedroom.

"Okay Draco, here it is."

Hermione pulled out a sky blue dress. Draco couldn't help but gasp in awe, it was beautiful.

She bustled into the en-suite, in a tangle of lace petticoats. Emerging a few minutes later, her collar-bone length curls down and framing her thin face, she looked amazing. The dress was fitted in the bodice, and then puffed out into a skirt that stopped just above her knees.

Draco, sitting on the large double bed, was speechless.

"Hermione, you looking stunning. You are going to steal the show."

She giggled, her face turning a furious shade of pink. Draco gave her a smile that filled his face.

"We should go see what the boys are up to- no doubt they are up to no good!"

They both laughed heartily. Draco hadn't laughed this hard since the wedding plans began some nine months before.

Followed by Hermione, he tiptoed down the stairs and into the hallway. Following the sound of voices, they crept into the kitchen.

"Honey- you aren't meant to be here!" Harry said quickly, before stuffing something small into his pocket.

Draco chuckled, walking over to his fiancé and wrapping his arms around him. He then slid onto his lap, before proceeding to discuss final arrangements about the big day.

After several hours of taking about the big day, well, Draco and Hermione anyway (Ron and Harry were having a race with a fork and a spoon behind the table), they said their goodbyes and Ron and Hermione left.

Draco was whipping up dinner- jets of hot water being put in a pan and pasta cooking- while Harry was reviewing his work notes in the living room.

Draco sighed. His fiancé worked far too hard, being head of the Auror office and a part-time lecturer for Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Draco's job maybe be less important- but both in the pair found it quite interesting. He is an owlet trainer. This was a surprisingly difficult job, involving training young owlets to be pets or messengers. Draco had come across quite a few vicious owlets in his- and suffered because of it.

"Dinner!" He called, summoning Harry to the table.

Two bowls of pasta, with a tomato sauce, lay on the table, in front of two chairs. They both both sat and began eating- talking about their day as if they had not spent it together.

"Darling, what was that thing you were hiding earlier?" Draco said, with a mouthful of pasta.

Draco was curious, they did not have many secrets between them, and he certainly did not want to start any. That, and the fact that he is incredibly nosy.

"Mmmm... Nothing. Don't worry about it. Just showing Ron something."

Draco continued to eat his pasta, then he cleared the plates. There seemed no point to question Harry further, he was as stubborn as anything, even if he never showed it. Charming the scrubber- he point-blank refused Harry's request to get a Muggle dish clear (a dishwasher or something)- he felt Harry's arms wrap around his waist, and his lips trace around his neck.

"Harry," Draco moaned, turning around in his arms, "I've got some files to run through for work."

Harry groaned, knowing Draco's dedication to work flattened a lot of their time together.

"I won't be long," Draco promised, planting a kiss on his fiancé's forehead.

He weaved his way through the the house, settling in the study. There was a huge stack of parchment to sort through. With new owlets being old enough to train and old needing assessments, there was no end to the work Draco did. Starting tomorrow, he thought, looking at the picture of him and Harry cuddling- very skilfully taken by Hermione- sat upon the desktop, you will have nearly three weeks off. Just you and Harry. That was the only thought that could give him solace in this time of deep stress.

After about half an hour or so of relentless work, Draco gave up. He could do this later, or pile it on Jensen at the office. He dragged himself from the chair and swept of loose parchment pieces before heading out of the study and upstairs.

Harry was lying in bed, pyjamas on, reading the Daily Prophet. There didn't seem to be anything of interest in there, as Draco would've heard it at the breakfast table, when Harry got it delivered. His fiancé looked around when Draco entered the room.

He stripped and heaved his tired body into his pyjamas, Harry watching him over the top of the paper.

Draco flopped onto the bed, before snuggling under the covers. He could hear the rustling of the newspaper being put away.

Harry's arms wrapped around his waist, his bright eyes looking into his. They kissed, slowly and softly. Draco pushed his hands through Harry's hair, comfortably aware that kissing was as far as it would go tonight. It was obvious that they were both tired to say the least. And they trying to put it off until the wedding. That was said to make it better when they got there.

As Harry's breathing got slower and his eyelids fell droopy, Draco whispered, "One more day, darling."

Draco's eyes soon fell limp, his body relaxed into Harry's protective embrace. Even when he was sleeping, Harry would do anything in his power to protect his fiancé. And Draco would do the same.