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The End Shall Come, And We Will Dance Forever	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Bros. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?

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Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, Warner Bros, and some other companies that are NOT me. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?

Warnings: Angst, language, OOC, 7th year timeline based upon OotP – Disregarding HBP and DH, slash, gore

Chapter Sixteen – I’m Not Feeling Guilty

“What the hell is wrong with you, Harry?!” Ron’s voice pulled Harry from the very lovely buzz his mind had disappeared into while practically humping Draco on the hospital bed. His ‘friend’ had some really shit timing, to say nothing of how sick of him he was getting in general this year.

“What the fuck is your problem?” he growled, extracting his hands from under Draco’s shirt, licking his lips even as the blond pouted, glaring over at the redhead in the doorway. “Can’t you see that we’re busy?”

“Yeah, I can see that you’re practically crawling inside Malfoy right now,” Ron shouted, leaving some very interesting ideas in Harry’s brain, even though it was nearly guaranteed that that wasn’t what he’d meant to do. “How can you even let that dirty Slytherin touch you?” His face was nearly purple with rage, making Harry notice that it clashed with his violently bright red hair. But it made Harry really look at Ron for the first time in years, and he didn’t like what he saw one bit.

“I can and do because, for one, he’s not his father or Voldemort. Two, he’s actually quite fastidious, nearly anal about that, truthfully. And three, he’s not even like you. He doesn’t care that I’m Harry ‘Saviour of the Wizarding World’ Potter. He likes me, Harry.” He looked down at Draco, who was staring at him with a look of utter stupefaction and adoration. He had to grin momentarily before Ron demanded their attention again.

“And what about Ginny?”

Harry blinked, stunned. “What about her, Ron?”

“Why did you break up with her? For him?” An ugly look twisted the redhead’s face before he bunched his fists and stepped forward as if he was going to strike Draco. That pissed Harry off, and made him want to hurt Ron first, though not before he set the record straight. He let out a bitter laugh as he pulled completely away from Draco to stand in front of the bed he had been lying down in.

“You’ve got it all wrong, ickle Ronniekins,” he spat viciously, using the nickname from the twins that Ron despised.

“Don’t you dare call me that, you Slytherin whore,” he snarled.

A cool hand grabbed the back of Harry’s shirt, but he ignored it as he stepped forward. “You pathetic git, your sister broke up with me for Luna. Last year.”

Ron blinked comically for a few seconds and his face instantly drained of all color. “What?”

“Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Harry asked bitterly. “She and Luna became closer after the mess at the Department of Mysteries. It didn’t go anywhere until after she started dating me. And then, out of the blue, she dumped me. End of story. I didn’t tell you and Hermione because it’s bloody embarrassing! Draco had nothing to do with it.” The blond shifted on the bed and wrapped his lean arms around Harry’s waist in a protective gesture that Ron would have had to be stupid to miss. It also served to hide the angry shaking Harry’s entire body was engaged in. “Get away from me. I don’t want to see you until you get a brain.”

Ron stared at Harry like he’d hit him. “But, mate…”

“Do not call me ‘mate’. You’re the world’s biggest arse right now, and I don’t even want to look at you. If I catch you threatening Draco ever again, I will make sure you can’t do it again. Now, leave.”

The only sounds for a long time after that were Harry’s heavy breathing, Ron’s small squeaks of surprise as he gaped like a fish, and a faint purring sound from Draco. Finally, Ron skulked away, shutting the door to the infirmary behind him quietly. When they were alone, Draco spun Harry around quickly and the yanked him down to snog his face off. Harry pulled away after a minute, laughing. “What was that for?”

“Do you know how bloody hot you are when you’re pissed?” Draco asked breathlessly. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“Well, I can’t help myself now,” Harry whispered before leaning back in for another kiss.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Neville had tried to leave Harry and Malfoy alone. He’d felt the blond’s panic attack earlier while he was in his Herbology lesson, followed by Harry’s distress, but his grandmother had made it perfectly clear that she would not allow him any leeway if his grades slipped at all this year. She was expecting him to pass his N.E.W.T.s with nothing less than EE in every subject. Truthfully, that would be easy, even Potions, since Snape wasn’t teaching it; if he could just tune out his friends’ emotions.

Although, he did feel them both calm down shortly after his visit following afternoon lessons. It had been a strained and stressful morning. Neville had been left to tell their professors that Malfoy and Harry were in the infirmary and that he’d like to collect any school work they’d miss. So, when he’d felt strong anger and loathing coming from Harry, the brown-haired teen knew there could only be from one source, Ronald Weasley, due to recent circumstances. Sure enough, standing in the open door to the hospital wing was the red-haired Gryffindor, his aura leaking disgust and hatred.

‘I hope he caught them kissing,’ Neville thought spitefully, shaking his head at the uncharacteristic idea. He stayed back and waited a few moments, testing the emotions of the three young men as they had it out. He really didn’t care what was said, unless it resulted in him having to console his friends over Ron’s stupidity. Still, the redhead skulking away like a kicked dog wasn’t something he’d prepared himself for. Nor was the other boy addressing him.

“Neville, mate,” Ron started, voice cracking in ways it hadn’t since he’d hit puberty. “How long have Harry and… Malfoy,” he shuddered in revulsion, “been an item?”

“Oh, have they admitted it then?” Neville asked, making his voice purposefully perky. “It’s about bloody time they did that. Like to drive me nutters, they were.”

“You- You mean they haven’t…” He scrunched his eyes up. “They haven’t- you know?”

Neville shrugged, feeling oddly amused by the other Gryffindor’s reluctance to talk about Harry and Draco - for he was Draco now and he’d insist the blond call him by his given name after this - being a couple. “I don’t know what exactly they’ve done, Ron. Neither has confessed to me, and I truthfully don’t need them to do so. However, they like one another and have for a while. So, I have no problem with them doing what they want. Draco is halfway decent once you get him away from the other Slytherins.”

When Ron stomped away in distaste, the brown-haired boy gave into a face-splitting grin. ‘That’s one less stressor for Harry and Draco.’ He sobered immediately when he remembered the way the day started. ‘Hopefully they’ll have more good news as well.’

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ginny looked up from the book she’d been reading while sitting in the Gryffindor common room, Luna playing with her hair as her brother walked in. His face was unnaturally pale and he wore a contemplative expression. “What’s wrong, Ron?” she asked, closing her book and shifting to sit up straight as Ron took the chair across from the loveseat she and her girlfriend were on.

“I… I went to check on Harry because he never showed up at the hospital,” he replied. She noted that his voice was distant.

“And? How is he? I can’t imagine that Neville would have neglected to tell me if something was wrong.”

“Oh, he’s fine, physically, I reckon.” A faint flush added some color to his face, making it appear somewhat normal, but it was the distant look in his eyes that had Ginny wondering just what the hell was going on. “He was staying with… Malfoy.”

“Ah,” she replied, trying to swallow the grin that was threatening to break out. It didn’t stop Luna from giggling though. “So, how is Draco?”

“Since when is he Draco?” Ron snapped.

“Well, I’d say since he was born, but I’ve been calling him Draco since he was sincerely polite to Luna and me when we met with him, Harry and Neville in the library… What was that, Luna, a month ago?”

“Yes, I believe so, Ginny,” Luna said dreamily, running her hands through Ginny’s fiery red hair possessively. “Draco Malfoy is so much more likeable now that he’s friends with Harry.”

“He is,” Ginny responded, waiting for Ron’s impending blow-up.

“Well, um, okay,” he said, shooting odd looks at Luna and her hand in Ginny’s hair. “Since when have you two been so close?” He sounded as if he was almost accusing them of… well, what they were doing.

“I don’t know, Ron. We’ve been neighbours and friends since we were children,” Ginny snapped, instantly regretting her tone at the look of ire on her older brother’s face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so waspish.”

“Harry told me that you,” he paused as if he gathering his courage for some reason, “broke up with him to date Luna. Is it true?”

She couldn’t help it. Not really. He looked so lost. Ginny burst out laughing and collapsed into Luna’s side as her body shook with the force of her guffaws. “Yes,” she managed after a few tense moments. “Luna and I have been dating since May.”

“And you didn’t tell me!”

“It’s none of your bloody business who I see, Ronald Weasley,” Ginny yelled, ignoring the looks that their confrontation was gathering around the crowded room. “If I were you, I’d be more worried about your relationship with Hermione. It’s not doing so hotly, is it?”

She regretted the words the moment they were out of her mouth. Ron’s face shut down and he closed his eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

“Ron, you may want to mind your own matters for a change,” Luna said, disentangling herself from Ginny. “I’m going back to Ravenclaw tower, Ginny. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Um, yeah, okay, Luna,” Ginny answered uncertainly. She smiled when her girlfriend gave her a chaste kiss before leaving. “Goodnight.”

Ron, who had been oddly quiet during all this, scowled until the blonde girl left. “Luna though?”

His sister gave him a sharp look. “Yeah, what of it?”

“Nothing,” he said. “I’m just trying to process it. What would Fred and George say in this situation?” He was surprised when she began laughing at him.

“They already know,” she managed when her laughter died down. “They told me it was a better match than Harry, as much as they love him like a brother. They said something about us not being right for one another. I guess now we know why.”

“Because you both prefer blonds?” Ginny gave her brother a smile before getting up from the couch she was still stretched out on.

“I’d say so.” She kissed him on the forehead and walked towards the girls’ dormitory. “Night, Gin,” he called out after her. He just needed time to adjust to everything and then things would be back to normal. Or, as normal as things got around Mr. Harry James Potter.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Neville hadn’t even been in the hospital room five minutes before a mysterious owl flew into the opened door and dropped a letter on Draco’s bed. It hadn’t even stopped to get payment or allowed any of the three boys a chance to touch it. It was gone just as suddenly as it appeared, leaving the three teens mystified.

Draco had just reached out a hand to pick up the stiff envelope when Harry stopped him. “Don’t,” the black-haired boy whispered. “We need to check it before you open it. Who knows what’s wrong with this letter.”

The blond shot an annoyed look at his friend before sighing. “You’re right, but Harry, I know that handwriting.”

“Yeah, well, you trusted Parkinson too, and we know how that turned out!”

“Harry,” Neville interjected. “We all know that handwriting.”

That caught his attention and forced Harry to actually look at Draco’s name scrawled across the creamy paper in the achingly familiar spidery letters. He’d seen it so often on his Potions essays, usually in some cutting remark about his usefulness and intelligence. “Snape…” He looked at the blond with a betrayed expression. “Draco?”

“He’s my godfather, Harry, and he’s with my mother,” Draco managed, his voice quiet and tight with pain. “What if…”

“Fine, but we’ll have Dumbledore check it first.”

“Okay…”

TBC

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