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Fic: "Blast from the Past" (H/D, PG, DH spoilers)
OMG I wrote a fic! O_O Okay, a ficlet. ... A mini-ficlet? Anyway, I wrote it. :D

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Title: Blast from the Past
Author: sulky_rhino
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Attempted humour, DH spoilers.
Summary: And they lived happily ever after. Sort of.
Word count: 393
Disclaimer: Characters - not mine. Money – not making any. Infringement – not intended.
Notes: Thanks to my betas, Patrik and flamewarrior. :D

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'He'll be all right,' murmured Ginny.

As Harry looked at her, he lowered his hand absent-mindedly and touched the lightning scar on his forehead.

'I know he will.'

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

"Aaaaah!" Harry fell out of the bed with a thud.

Draco strode out of the bathroom, a fluffy green towel around his waist, water still dripping from his hair, and picked up his trousers from the floor. He froze when he saw that Harry was awake, trying to untangle himself from the sheet on the floor.

"Oh my God! It was horrible!"

"Hmpf." Draco threw Harry's trousers at his head. "Get dressed, Potter."

The belt in the trousers hit Harry on the nose. "Ow! No! I mean, not that!"

"Are you always this eloquent the morning after?" said Draco with a sneer.

"No, I… I had a dream," said Harry with a blush and pulled on his trousers.

As Draco was buttoning his shirt, his eyes followed Harry's hands smoothing down his trousers.

"I was with Ginny. We had three children." Harry paused in picking up his shirt and stared at the wall in horror as he remembered the details of his dream. "Oh God, one of them was called Albus Severus!"

"Nice, Potter! A domestic Weasley dream. No wonder you were screaming." Draco shook his head in disbelief. "Albus Severus. It figures you'd name your kid that. He wouldn't get bullied at all in school. Albus Severus…" He sniggered.

Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco. "Yes, well, yours was called Scorpius!"

"Scorpius." Draco looked thoughtful for a moment. "A constellation. Has a sophisticated and slightly evil sound to it." He nodded to himself. "A fine Malfoy tradition."

"And you were balding!"

Draco flushed. "I don't care what your sick twisted mind made you dream of, Potter! Put your shirt on. McGonagall is expecting us at breakfast in ten minutes. And get your Cloak. You don't want everyone to know whom you spent the night with, do you?"

"I wouldn't mind," mumbled Harry and pulled on his shirt.

Draco glanced at his reflection in the window and patted his hair nervously. "All done then?"

A swish of fabric and then, "Yes."

Draco opened the door. "Hey, Potter?" He paused with his hand on the door handle. "My hair looks good, right?"

The end.

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More notes: This was written after Sectus on the aeroplane home. I thought that the Epilogue of Deathly Hallows needed a "Dallas ending". The title of the fic comes from that episode of Dallas. :D