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The truth always surfaces	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 16
- 17
Author's note: In this epilogue, Draco does something drastic ... It also contains a lemon!

Thanks to the following reviewers: Morbid_and_Sexy; cocobyrd87

I hope you'll like this one!

Chapter 17: Alternate epilogue of the lie

One year later, 20^th of February…

“I was thinking that we could hold the wedding in May.” Draco peered up from his Potions handbook that Severus had lent to him. He smiled at the scene he was greeted with. Harry was sitting with crossed legs on his bed with Caelyn, who had just turned one two days ago, lying in front of him, giggling while her daddy was tickling her tummy.

On Harry’s birthday they had decided that they would start the preparations for their marriage, that would take place the year after that. Harry and he were already engaged since Christmas, but they never had officially decided to start preparations for the marriage.

Now all they needed, aside from making a list with people they would like to invite, was a date for their marriage to take place.

Harry hummed and chuckled when their daughter made a grab for his hand and got hold of one of his fingers, stopping his tickling attack. She released a satisfied sigh and smiled impishly before starting to mutter something in her own language.

“That sounds good to me. Did you have any particular date in mind?” He asked and turned around to face his blond fiancé, though he kept most of his attention on Caelyn.

Draco cocked his head to the left and his fingers started to tap softly on his desk. “Hm, what do you think of holding it somewhere in the middle of May? At least then the weather should be good.”

“We should hold it in the weekend then so that everyone can come.” Harry replied and bit his lip. He furrowed his eyebrows in thought and then looked at the calendar, hanging on the opposite wall. He grabbed his wand and waved it softly, flipping the pages of the calendar until he arrived at May. “What do you think of the fifteenth? That’s a Saturday. Do you think everyone will be able to attend then?”

“It would surprise me if they couldn’t make it.” Draco replied and wrote the date down on a piece of paper. “At least now mother will stop asking about the date.”

Green eyes twinkled in mirth. “Can’t blame her for being so excited about her son’s marriage.”

Grey eyes rolled. “That may be, but I could do with less questions.”

“Ah yes, Sirius and Remus have agreed to watch over Caelyn during the honeymoon.” Harry mentioned casually, though his hands shook a bit when he grabbed Caelyn and put her on his lap. She made a smacking sound with her lips and her eyes started to flutter, signalling she was on the verge of falling asleep.

Draco took notice of his trembling hands, but didn’t say anything of it. Harry hadn’t said anything to him about it, but he had a suspicion Harry was very nervous about their honeymoon. Not about the part where they would stay or for how long, but because of what would happen then. Even though Caelyn was one years old already and their relationship had gotten even stronger throughout the months following her birth, they hadn’t gone further than the occasional groping underneath their shirts.

The first half year after Caelyn was born, they were both too worn out to take their relationship any further. They were already glad when they could lay down for a bit and cuddle while Caelyn was sleeping, that it hadn’t even crossed their minds to attempt to do something more. And though Caelyn being there was obvious proof they had already taken their relationship to the highest level, Harry still couldn’t remember anything from it, which actually made the whole thing more awkward to talk about.

Draco had thrown hints at Harry that he would like to keep the tradition of making love during the wedding night, as long as Harry was ready for it. Harry hadn’t rebuked him whenever he hinted at doing more during that night, but he hadn’t confirmed anything either. Draco knew it was high time they talked about it because they couldn’t keep ignoring it until their wedding day arrived. But he didn’t want to make Harry uncomfortable either. Plus when Caelyn wasn’t sleeping she was either with Harry or Draco, or both of them were near their family, which made talking about it very awkward.

“Not a surprise there; she has them wrapped around her little finger already.” Draco smirked and stood up, walking over to his bed. He sat down next to Harry and slid his arm around his waist, rubbing Harry’s right side absently. He gave him a kiss in his neck and felt Harry’s breath hitch, making him smile. “Mother mentioned something about visiting her during that week too.”

“Seems like she doesn’t trust them alone with Caelyn.” Harry chuckled amused.

“Well, she trusts Lupin, but I don’t think she finds Black a good influence on her.” The blond smirked. “Let’s be honest here; out of the two, Lupin is the more mature one.”

Harry smiled faintly and looked down at their baby girl, who had fallen asleep. “Can’t argue with that.” He held her carefully against his chest and stood up. “I’m going to lay her down in her crib so that she can sleep.” He announced and exited the room, to enter the room next to Draco’s which they had transformed temporarily into a nursery until they had found a house of their own.

Draco’s smile slid off his face the moment Harry left the room. With each day that passed, he became acutely aware of the pensive look his godfather threw him, every time he thought Draco was too preoccupied with something to notice his staring. Severus had never really commented when they had told them the explanation of why Caelyn was his daughter, but he had given Draco a hard stare, as if he knew or at least suspected something.

And that was dangerous. Severus had been a double spy; someone who had managed to fool Voldemort himself. He also had known Draco since he was born, so he could read most of his facial expressions and pick up things that Draco hadn’t even voiced out loud.

If Severus suspected something was amiss, it would have dire consequences. As long as he didn’t start interrogating him in that casual way of his, when the victim only realized in the end he was being interrogated, and didn’t show any other sign of being suspicious, Draco was fairly safe.

But what if Severus indeed suspected something? What if he somehow found out what he had really done? The young man didn’t even want to imagine what would happen then.

He had to find a way to make sure nobody would ever discover the truth. Destroying his notes wasn’t enough, he had to go deeper and remove all traces of his deceive.

What he needed was …

“Draco?” Harry’s voice startled him and his head shot up. Harry was standing in front of him, looking at him worriedly.

Immediately he plastered a smile on his face and drew Harry to him. “Sorry, all that studying has made me a bit drowsy.”

Harry clucked his tongue. “I told you, you should take more breaks. You’re just asking to collapse one of these days.”

He let out a high squeak of surprise when Draco spun him around and hooked one of his feet behind his legs to trip him. He landed on his back on the bed and blinked when Draco crawled on top of him with a predatory smile on his face.

“Good thing I have you to remind me of my much needed breaks then, hm?” He purred and his lips covered Harry’s before the younger man could form a retort.

They kissed leisurely for a moment before Harry broke off the kiss and pulled his head back a bit, pressing against the soft matrass.

Draco looked at him questioningly, his hands resting on both sides of Harry’s head.

Harry clasped his arms around Draco’s neck and took a deep breath, licked his lips and gathered enough courage to mutter, “I think I want to try to go further when we are married.”

“You mean you want to …”

Harry nodded and felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment, his emerald green eyes sliding away from the captivating grey ones above him.

Draco smiled tenderly. “As long as you’re ready for it. I’ll make it a night you won’t forget.” He sealed that promise with a sweet kiss.

They couldn’t have chosen a better day to hold their wedding. It was a beautiful sunny day and everyone who had been invited, had shown up, eager to see the couple finally marrying. Pansy acted as the witness for Draco and for Harry, surprisingly enough, it was Luna.

The ceremony was led by someone of the Ministry.

Harry wore a white cape and an ocean blue shirt with black pants and a white tie. Draco was his opposite in that aspect with a black cape and an emerald green shirt with a black tie and black pants.

Their daughter was dressed in an aqua blue summer dress, a little cap protecting her head against the sun. Her uncle Remus was holding her while they looked how the two young men were being tied together for life.

The ceremony had been put together by Narcissa and Pansy. They hadn’t given the young couple the chance to organize it themselves; they only had reassured them they would love it. And that was indeed the case. Contrarily to previous Malfoy marriages, this one wasn’t as grand as the ones of Draco’s ancestors. It didn’t need to be. Both were content with a small ceremony and a small party afterwards where only their close friends and family were present. The press was notified of their marriage, but were forbidden to be present at the wedding; both young men wanting their wedding day to be peaceful and not broadcasted for a whole nation.

After their first traditional dance as newlywed couple, Draco danced with his mother, Pansy and even Luna, while Harry also had the opportunity to dance with Narcissa (though he felt a bit flustered by it), Luna and Pansy. Luna had taken their dance as an opportunity to tell him everything would be alright.

Reassured by Luna’s words, Harry felt a bit more confident about leaving his daughter alone for the first time since she was born. They said their goodbyes when ten o’clock neared and made their way to the Portkey, that was waiting for them, just outside.

Their bags were already sent to the vacation house they would be staying in for a week.

Coincidence or not, they landed right in the middle of the large master bedroom. And this was where Harry’s nerves played up again.

The Portkey, a silver watch, was placed on a small table, standing against the wall. The ‘thick’ of the metal making contact with the wood was loud in the otherwise silent room.

Harry looked apprehensively at the large bed. Butterflies were swarming in his stomach and he wringed his hands together, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

This was it then. He would finally sleep with Draco for real. He swallowed and rubbed his hands over his thighs. He wanted it, but at the same time he wanted to ask Draco if they could just sleep for tonight and try it later. He knew they had had done it already; Caelyn was proof of that. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember anything of it. What if it turned out he sucked at it? Or that he was so horrible that Draco wouldn’t like it? What if he did something wrong and he completely screwed it up and …

He nearly jumped three feet in the air when two strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind and he was pulled against a hard chest.

“Relax, Harry.” Draco whispered in his ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I know that.” Harry clenched his jaw and sighed frustrated.

“Hey, look, if you really don’t want to do it, we can just go to sleep now, okay?” His husband murmured soothingly. “You don’t have to force yourself, if you don’t want to. I can wait.”

“But I want to do it!” Harry insisted and turned around to face the blond. “I want to, really.”

Grey eyes stared at him thoughtfully for a moment and he hold his breath. His legs were trembling and he hoped Draco wouldn’t notice that.

“You know what.” Draco murmured and raised his hands to clasp Harry’s shoulders. “We’ll do it slowly, alright? We’ll go lay down and we start from there. No need to rush.”

Harry pressed his lips together but nodded. He let himself be guided to the bed and after kicking off his shoes, he crawled on the bed, sitting down rigidly. He knew he should relax, lest Draco would think he had been lying, but it was so hard …

The bed dipped when Draco joined him and for a short moment they both didn’t move, only sat there in silence. Then Draco moved closer to him, placed his hands on his cheeks and drew him in to kiss him softly on his lips. A light nip on his lower lip made him sigh and he slowly opened his mouth, giving the blond the chance to sneak his tongue in.

A tongue touched his own and slid against it, before it lapped at the inside of his cheeks and his palate, coming back to his tongue to curl around it. Their breathing sped up automatically and was audible in the room. The bed creaked a bit when Draco shifted and Harry felt himself being pushed down carefully, until his back touched the soft matrass. He stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Draco’s shoulders, drawing him in. Draco complied and after a short hesitance, the dark haired man opened his legs and welcomed his husband to lie between them.

Draco drew back a bit and both gasped for air. Grey eyes catching green ones, Harry felt slender hands slowly popping the buttons on his shirt open. He squirmed in embarrassment, but didn’t stop the other from continuing.

When all the buttons were undone, his shirt was spread wide open and he felt eyes studying his chest. A flush spread out over his cheeks, continuing down his neck and he turned his head away, his arms falling back on the bed, his hands clenching the sheets.

“You’re beautiful.” The whispered comment made him look back in surprise and the blond smiled wryly. “How you could ever think otherwise, is beyond me.”

Harry shrugged, feeling uncomfortable and he frowned. “Hey, it’s only fair if you get naked too, isn’t it?” He mumbled petulantly, wanting to direct Draco’s attention elsewhere.

A blond eyebrow rose up in challenge and suddenly his hands were grabbed and put over the first button. “Why don’t you do it for me?”

Harry stared at him in shock and uncertainty, but when Draco gave no sign of budging, he swallowed and with trembling fingers he began to pop the buttons open, revealing smooth pale skin that was illuminated by the moon, shining through the window. Harry’s breath caught in his throat and he berated himself for being so caught off guard with seeing Draco’s naked chest, when he had seen him half naked before.

Still, tonight it all seemed different.

Draco shrugged his shirt off and after giving him a look, he beckoned Harry to raise up and understanding the unspoken command, Harry took his shirt off too and shivered when the cool air hit his warm skin.

Draco pushed him back down and they both shivered when their naked chests touched each other. Harry took a deep breath and hesitatingly, he brought his hands up and placed them just underneath Draco’s collarbone, before he trailed them up and down, feeling goosebumps appear in his wake and his fingers skidded around Draco’s abs before they went back up again.

Draco heaved a sigh of pleasure before his own hands started their journey on Harry’s skin. It was the first time for both men to touch each other like this. Draco had touched his stomach before, but that had been while he was carrying Caelyn and hadn’t had the same intention behind it as it did now. Back then, it had been to simply feel their baby kicking, but now it was with the intent to relax and arouse him.

“You like it?” Draco murmured in his ear and he hummed back in agreement before he reached up a bit to kiss him in his neck. He felt Draco tweaking his nipple and in response to that, he carefully bit down on a patch of skin, soothing it quickly with his tongue. When he pulled back, it was already blossoming bright red and he smiled.

For a while, they did nothing else but kiss and touch. Eventually Draco’s hands wandered downwards and he pulled back from Harry’s neck to look at him questioningly. His hands rested on Harry’s belt, while his thumbs dipped down and slipped between his pants and skin.

Harry’s stomach muscles clenched and he bit his lip hard. His breath shuddered but he reminded himself to relax. He wanted this. He had been thinking about it for a while now. He needed this.

After a small nod, Draco rose up and unbuckled his belt, sliding it out of the loops before he slid down the zipper. Harry, not wanting to feel left out or being passive, sat up and began opening Draco’s pants, feeling the muscles rippling in surprise. He refused to look up and pushed down the black pants when he finally had won the struggle between him and the pants.

Both pants were dropped on the floor and now they were only left in their boxers. Insecurity flashing up, Harry tugged down the sheets and slid between them, feeling relieved at the cover it provided.

Draco threw him a look as if to admonish him for covering himself up, but he seemed to realize he wouldn’t be able to make Harry budge on this one and so, he slid between the sheets himself, immediately pressing his body against Harry’s.

Twin groans filled the room when their arousals pressed together and Harry pushed himself even closer, feeling more eager to continue now.

Draco smiled and once again he pressed their lips together, though now he was more insistent, kissed him harder and forced him to react. His skin felt like it was on fire and his head felt heavy with want.

Draco’s lips slid from his mouth, over his cheek, downwards to his neck where they roamed a bit before settling on a patch of skin right above his collarbone. He gasped and his hands shot out to clamp down on Draco’s shoulders when he felt two lips sucking harshly on his skin, leaving a burning sensation behind. The devious mouth continued his path downwards until it reached one of his nipples and his back arched in response when Draco took his nipple between his lips and sucked on it, tweaking the other one with his fingers.

When he felt a tongue dipping into his bellybutton, he started to tremble and he squirmed, biting his lip. He didn’t know whether to pull Draco closer or push him away. Draco answered his question by pulling back and going up again to kiss him.

“At any moment you want to stop, just say it, okay?” Draco whispered and stroked his bangs back.

Harry nodded and distracted himself by touching Draco’s chest again. He felt Draco doing the same to him and he gasped silently in Draco’s mouth when he felt two hands resting on his lower stomach. The hands started to draw circles on his warm skin, meaningless patterns and he held his breath. Time seemed to slow down when the hands finally rested on his hips, above his boxer short.

“May I take it off?”

After a short moment of hesitating, Harry finally nodded and he raised his hips a bit, making it easier for the blond to pull his boxers down. Not wanting to be the only one fully naked, he shyly pushed Draco’s shorts down, looking away while doing so. He felt Draco pulling his down completely and throwing it on the floor too.

His face went fire red when he realized that they were now fully naked. For the first time. There was no hiding anymore.

“Can I touch you?” Draco murmured and his hands reached out hesitatingly.

Taking a deep breath, reminding himself that this was Draco and that he trusted him, wanted him, needed him, he nodded and shifted a bit. He felt hands grabbing his hips and pulling him closer to the other one and he nearly jumped when their cocks touched each other. His breathing quickened and he closed his eyes when he felt a slender hand wrapping itself around his hard cock, giving it a slight tug. Another hand slid around his hip downwards and grabbed his leg, pulling it over Draco’s leg.

His body trembled slightly but he got used to the new, foreign feeling and when Draco started to stroke him faster, a groan unwillingly escaped his mouth.

“Yes, that’s it. I want to hear you.” Draco smiled and began to suckle on his earlobe.

He bit his lip and shoved his hand between their bodies. His fingers skidded over Draco’s hard straining cock and awkwardly he tugged softly on it, trying to copy Draco’s actions.

He felt Draco releasing a quick gasp and he looked up, worried he had done something wrong. But his grey eyes were glazed over and half lidded with lust, and Harry took that as confirmation that he wasn’t screwing up.

His breath quickened and he began to feel warmer, with each stroke that was delivered to his cock. His lower belly felt funny, as if a fire was burning and he grew hotter. Both their skins felt damp with sweat, and that combined with the pre cum, that had started to drip down their cocks, made their mutual wanking easier.

Without realizing it, Harry had closed his eyes some time during the stroking and soft moans were constantly trying to escape from his throat. His eyes shot open when Draco suddenly removed his hand and he felt him shifting sideways.

“Draco?” He asked bewildered.

Draco turned back to face him and he held his wand up. “I need it for the lubrication spell.” He clarified.

“Oh.” Suddenly Harry’s throat felt dry. Right. The preparation would start now; he somehow had forgotten about that little fact.

Suddenly his blood roared in his ears and because of that, he didn’t hear Draco murmuring the lubrication spell, nor noticed his hand moving until he jumped when he felt something cold and wet pressing against his entrance.

“Sorry it’s so cold.” Draco winced and his one free hand grabbed Harry’s head and pulled him closer to kiss him, while his finger circled around Harry’s tight entrance. The moment he pushed his tongue between Harry’s lips, he also carefully pressed his finger in him and groaned silently at the heat that enveloped his finger. God, he had forgotten how tight Harry had been. He swallowed Harry’s pained whimper and tried to express his reassurance through his kiss. He knew this had to be uncomfortable for his dark haired lover, but there was no avoiding this. If he took him without preparation, it would hurt a lot more and he wanted to make sure that Harry enjoyed this night.

He had decided to treat this as if it was really Harry’s first time being penetrated and not a second time, albeit this one he would remember. Not wanting to get lost in that particular thought process, he coaxed Harry’s tongue to play with his; he pulled his finger back and then reinserted two fingers, carefully scissoring the tight entrance.

Harry squirmed uncomfortably against him and he felt nails digging into his back. He winced slightly but set himself on finding that particular elusive spot that hopefully would make Harry forget about the pain. He slowly pushed his fingers deeper in Harry and he felt him breathing harshly against his shoulder.

“Ah!” This airy outburst was enough to make Draco smile in triumph and he stroked the smooth gland he had discovered just mere seconds ago, again, feeling a shock go through Harry’s body as if electricity had managed to hit him.

“Ughn.” Harry moaned throatily and his hips started to move subconsciously in time with Draco’s thrusts.

“Does it feel good?” Draco whispered in his ear and the black hair tickled his chin when Harry pulled back to look at him with dazed eyes.

“Hmmm.” Harry breathed and wiggled a bit, biting his lip when his prostate was struck again. If Draco just kept aiming there, he thought he could handle all this.

Quickly Draco retracted his fingers, lubricated them again and then slid back inside with three fingers. This proved harder for Harry to get used to. His forehead was marred by a frown and he grimaced; Draco felt his inner muscles contract around his fingers, as if to push him out.

Hastily Draco pushed his fingers deeper and smiled when he felt Harry relaxing slowly around his fingers.

He kept scissoring his fingers to stretch Harry as much as possible and kept tabs on Harry’s face to register every emotion that flashed by.

Eventually he deemed the black haired boy ready – well as ready as he could ever be in this situation and pulled his hand back.

Emerald green eyes opened and stared at him wide eyed.

“How do you want to do it?” Draco questioned and sat up a bit. He figured giving Harry the choice would make the young man a bit more comfortable.

“Euhm, I don’t know.” Harry muttered and his cheeks went even redder. “I don’t have anything particularly in mind, really …” He trailed off embarrassed.

“Well, you can lay on your back, if you don’t mind. Or on hands and knees.” Draco suggested.

Harry looked doubtful. “I want to see your face.” He muttered without thinking and looked away embarrassed when his brain caught up with his words.

Draco chuckled softly. “Alright, I prefer that too. I want to see your face as well.” He admitted and while Harry laid down on his back, he quickly muttered the lubrication spell again, but this time wetted his cock.

The sheets fell off to their hips when Draco crawled between Harry’s spread legs. He placed his hands on Harry’s clammy knees and carefully pushed them up, shifting a bit closer to Harry’s entrance.

When his tip rested against the stretched entrance, he looked at Harry who had stretched out his arms to embrace his neck.

“Ready?”

Harry took a deep breath and nodded determined. “Go on.”

One hand on the pillow to hold his weight and the other grabbing Harry’s neck to hold him in place so that he could kiss those bruised cherry red lips, he slowly pushed forwards, feeling the tight wet heat enveloping his cock and his muscles hurt with the strain he put on them to not suddenly shove forwards, like his body wanted to do. He had to do this slowly. He could do fast later on, but now they needed to do it slowly. He owned that to Harry.

Harry was whimpering softly and his legs trembled around Draco’s hips. He pulled back from the kiss and pressed his face in Draco’s pale, sweaty shoulder, biting his lower lip. Draco hadn’t felt this big before. Now it seemed he was ruthlessly stretching him, making his insides burn, even though he knew that the blond was going slowly. It felt like he was slowly tearing and his muscles automatically tensed up in reaction to the pain.

“Relax, Harry.” Draco murmured in his ear and he sounded strained. He finally came to a stop, having buried himself completely inside his husband’s body.

“Ha, ha, ha.” Harry tried to calm himself down, knowing he had to be relaxed in order to let this go on without too much pain. It took a while but Draco stayed patiently still even though it had to be difficult. Finally Harry had his muscles as relaxed as he could possibly get and he nodded. “Alright, you can move.”

Draco looked at him and nodded. Slowly he pulled back and seemed to pause before he slid back in. Their mouths found each other again and Draco’s hand slid down from Harry’s neck to intertwine with one of his hands and he pulled their hands up, above Harry’s head. The other hand rubbed from his waist to his hip, to his stomach and back to his waist.

It took a few tries but finally Draco managed to locate Harry’s sweet spot and when Harry released his first surprised moan, the blond took this as a sign to quicken his pace a bit.

Harry grunted a bit when he felt the pace quicken and the thrusts getting harder, but he just wrapped his legs tightly around Draco’s hips, riding his thrusts as best as he could.

He had to admit that now that Draco had found his prostate that it was starting to feel amazing. It was still a bit uncomfortable to be filled to the brim, but instead of painful, he now felt just full and the sparks of arousal started to course through his body again. He gasped when a particular hard thrust hit his prostate dead on and his eyes rolled upwards. Draco took advantage of his new position and attacked his neck again. Harry couldn’t contain the moan that broke out when he felt Draco’s mouth sucking furiously just beneath his ear.

His hands shifted from Draco’s slippery back to his hair and he buried his hands in the bright blond locks, messing it up in the process.

Whenever Draco pushed up, using his feet as leverage on the bed, Harry pushed his hips down, creating a satisfying rhythm.

Their coupling seemed endless but eventually came the moment where Harry felt something building up in his stomach; his whole body felt hypersensitive. His orgasm took him completely by surprise and he threw his head back, pressing against the pillow and harsh, loud “Ha, hah, ah,” sounds escaped his throat, his eyes clenched shut while his whole body seemed to suffer from a mini earthquake. His legs locked tightly around Draco’s hips and his inner muscles squeezed harshly around Draco’s burning cock inside of him.

While the squeezing around his cock definitely contributed to his orgasm, Draco swore he mostly came from looking at Harry’s face alone. He had never seen him looking like that and the image burned itself into his brain, triggering his upcoming orgasm. He harshly delivered one last push and came, buried deeply into Harry’s body, his face right next to Harry, his teeth biting into the cloth.

Harry moaned softly when he felt the hot liquid splashing against his inner walls and he sagged down on the bed, completely spent. His whole body felt numb, as if made of rubber.

Draco remained buried inside of him for just a few minutes longer before he softly pulled out and laid down next to Harry, pulling him into his arms.

Harry sighed contently and placed his head on Draco’s pale chest, blushing a bit when he saw the red marks littering Draco’s chest. He hadn’t realized he had left that many.

Looking back at it now, he felt silly for worrying so much about this evening. It had been wonderful and he could admit to himself that he wouldn’t be opposed to doing it again. But later though. Now he was utterly spent.

“I love you.” Harry whispered and they shared one last sweet, tender kiss.

“I love you too.” Draco smiled and it wasn’t long before the fatigue of the excitement and their tumbling caught up with Harry and dragged him into a deep sleep.

Draco looked down at Harry’s face and one of his fingers traced a mark he had left behind on Harry’s shoulder. It was official now. There was nothing that could separate them anymore. Except one thing.

His memories of that one night where he had betrayed Harry. If someone ever got a hold of those memories, he would lose everything he hold dear. That couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t let that happen. He had waited so long to have Harry – he wouldn’t let him been taken away from him.

Carefully, slowly as to not awaken his husband, Draco reached his arm out and his fingers closed around the familiar wood of his wand. He brought it back to him. This was the moment. After this, nobody would be able to tear them apart. He just needed to concentrate a bit; it wouldn’t do to screw up now.

In the silence of the bedroom, broken only by the soft breaths of his lover, three words rang out: “Obliviate mea memoria.”

AN2: This is now officially the last chapter of this story. I hope you liked it! Please leave your thoughts behind in a review for the last time! If possible, please vote on the poll concerning a possible sequel to the Truth ending on my fanfiction profile

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