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May I Have This Dance?	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3978 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns it.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
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Author's note: I finally got around to finishing this! Sorry for the delay; I've been quite busy with university, but I forced myself to finally finish this chapter. I feel like I might return to this particular universe again some time, but for now this story is finished!
Thanks to the following reviewer: Jan
Warnings: dual pov (Darren's and Harry's); short scene of torture; character death; I think that's it? Let me know if I'm missing something else
I hope you'll like this final part!
Part 2
For the first time in a long while, Darren didn't know what to do. All he could do was stand there and gape at the sight greeting him.
Potter was pregnant.
How had this … Why … What was Malfoy's plan? He had expected to discover a plethora of awful things – Potter long dead, being tortured, held captive somewhere in the dungeons … But never had it come up in his mind to expect the older man to be pregnant.
What was Malfoy's angle with this? What was he planning that he needed Potter pregnant? At once several dark rituals involving the body or the blood of a new born baby popped up in his head and he swallowed. Was Malfoy planning some sort of ritual requiring a new born child?
Why abduct Potter for that, though? Why not just choose a Pureblood woman lesser known than the famous war hero for his purpose? The disappearance of a woman, how unfortunate to admit, wouldn't be really noticeable to anyone aside from her family and the Aurors. Potter's disappearance, on the other hand, had shook the entire nation. To this day their department was getting flooded by demands of the public to intensify their search for their beloved hero. So why would Malfoy take such a huge risk instead of …
He could smack himself for being so stupid. Of course. Why settle for just anyone, when Malfoy could pick one of the most powerful wizards alive for his ritual? Whichever ritual he was planning, no doubt the results would be much better with Potter's magic in the mix than that of a random person.
Potter carrying a child definitely complicated matters. He didn't even want to imagine the horrors the other man had been put through during the one and a half year he'd been imprisoned here. Torture was one thing – something that unfortunately was a rather high risk in their occupation – but being forced to carry the child of your abductor? Malfoy was more despicable than he had ever expected him to be.
That made it even more paramount that he got Potter out of this place, but him being with child put a dent in his plans. He had never expected escape to be easy, but he'd counted on being able to Apparate once they were outside the wards – or perhaps even busting straight through them if it came down to that. Apparition would be too risky for the unborn child, however, which meant he would have to come up with an entirely different way to escape.
He supposed the smartest option was to retreat for now and inform his team. They could come back later with specialised objects to get Potter out of here, but now that the other man was so close in reach, Darren was reluctant to leave him behind. Especially with Malfoy's remarks about Halloween; there was a possibility he wouldn't wait until the child was born to fulfil the ritual after all.
If he left now, there was a chance they wouldn't find Potter alive when they raided the manor. He would never forgive himself if that happened.
He nodded grimly to himself; it was decided then. He would have to find a way to get Potter outside the manor and out of the wards without getting caught. Perhaps they could try putting a Glamour on Potter and sneak him outside like that? They could pretend they were just people retiring from the party, which seemed like the safest and easiest way to get out of here.
"Peeking is quite rude, hasn't anyone ever told you that?"
Darren whirled around, raising his wand and opening his mouth to cast a hex, but Malfoy was quicker. With one flick of his wrist, a ward extended from the wall and wrapped itself tightly around him, squeezing so harshly he was forced to drop his wand. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Malfoy strolling closer and grabbing his wand.
Fuck.
When he came to, he was quite groggy, having to blink several times in order to clear his vision. He was bound to a chair, he quickly noticed; the ropes around his wrists tightening dangerously when he tugged at them, on the verge of cutting into his skin. He stopped struggling for the moment and looked cautiously around.
The room he'd been stowed in wasn't particularly big, at least not compared to some of the rooms he'd encountered before. The walls were completely bare, showing dark red brick, and the only other furniture present aside from the chair he was seated on, was another chair, looking a lot more comfortable than his and put a couple of feet away from him. The floor was just planks, nothing more, and he pursed his lips, wondering whether the room had always been this bare or whether it had been stripped to its barest essentials just prior to his arrival.
There was nothing here that could possibly help him escape, nothing to loosen the ropes with, and his only possible exit was the door on his right. He'd been left in just a shirt and his trousers, meaning the button he could have used to alert his colleagues had been taken from him too. Clenching his jaw, he stared at his feet, really not liking his chances of survival.
"You're finally awake."
His head shot up and he cursed himself for being caught off guard. He should have pretended to be out still and he would have normally, but he hadn't heard anyone approaching the room at all. A Silencing Ward?
"I was starting to wonder whether the ward had been a tad too enthusiastic after all," Malfoy went on lightly, closing the door silently behind him. "Do forgive me; I've only just recently started studying this type of wards in depth."
Darren remained quiet, eyeing the other man warily.
Malfoy quirked a smile at that, before he sank down on the other chair, crossing his legs and resting his hands on his lap; the perfect picture of relaxation.
"You could keep quiet the entire time, but I promise you everything will go a lot smoother for you if you'll just answer my questions," he said calmly. "Like for example, what you thought you were doing, peeking at Harry? Neither him nor I appreciate that kind of thing, you know."
"I doubt he appreciates being held captive by you either," Darren sneered.
That made Malfoy laugh, throwing his head back. "Captive? You really think Harry wouldn't have left already if he wanted to? I'm not ashamed to admit that no ward would be strong enough to hold him back if he truly didn't want to be here."
Darren bared his teeth. "As if I would believe that!"
"Believe what you want." Malfoy shrugged. "Still doesn't explain what you were doing near his room."
"What do you think?" Darren sneered, trying to stretch his fingers at least a little bit. The warning spark of magic shooting alongside his skin made him stop.
"It is considered polite to answer questions – especially when you were the impolite one intruding in a private space in the first place," Malfoy smiled thinly.
"What does it matter? You've already made up your mind about what you're going to do to me anyway."
Grey eyes gleamed almost unholy. "What will happen to you depends entirely on how well you cooperate with me now."
Darren snorted, not believing that crap for one second. "I saw him with you and tracked him down so I could finally help him get away from this place."
"You ever considered the fact that he might want to be here?" Malfoy questioned casually. "Does he look like he's being held against his will? I'm pretty sure he was alone in his room, walking around, when you found him. Doesn't really scream 'captive' to me."
"Why the hell would he want to stay here with you?" Darren asked incredulously, glaring at the other wizard.
The blond man hummed thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes slightly. "I'm curious … Why do you think I've 'abducted' him?"
"How the hell should I know how your mind works?" Darren snapped.
"Oh come on, you must have some idea about what I'm supposedly planning to do with Harry," Malfoy smirked, resting his chin on his balled fist. "Tell me, what does the Ministry think I'm doing with their darling Golden Boy?"
"Torture him," Darren answered curtly. "Use his blood or his magic in a dark ritual."
Malfoy sniffed. "Not very inventive, are we? Sounds more like things the Dark Lord would have planned." He cocked his head to the left. "If you think I'm planning on using him in a dark ritual, how would you explain our baby then?"
The possessive pronoun had Darren grinding his teeth; the words sending a pulse of revulsion through him.
Amusement danced in cold grey eyes. "Oh, you really don't like hearing that, hm? You have a general dislike of babies, Auror, or just a dislike of our baby in particular?" His voice turned audibly colder; his free hand resting casually near his hip, where no doubt his wand was hidden.
The door opened before Darren could say something and to his surprise, Potter walked into the room, faintly frowning. At once Malfoy twisted around and smiled.
"Well, hello there. I thought you were enjoying dessert."
"I finished it. I thought you were going to deal with this quickly?" Potter remarked; green eyes briefly flickering towards Darren.
"I wanted some answers first, but he isn't very forthcoming with them," Malfoy replied amused. "Guess all Aurors share the same level of obstinacy."
Potter rolled his eyes. "He'd be a shit Auror if he just went around spilling secrets left and right."
The blond man hummed. "I suppose you're right."
"You decided yet what you're going to do with him?" Potter questioned to Darren's shock. "Your mother doesn't want you to miss too much of the festivities."
Malfoy opened his mouth to reply, but Darren cut in shocked, "How can you just stand there and pretend nothing's wrong?"
That earned him a critical look. "What exactly am I pretending?" Potter inquired, tilting his head slightly to the right.
"You – you stand there next to him and you're acting as if – as if this is all completely normal!" Darren spluttered, his brain having trouble computing just what exactly he was seeing.
How could Potter just stand there so calmly next to his abductor? Behave like nothing was out of the ordinary except for Darren's presence? Was he under the influence of some spell? That had to be it but … What kind of spell? The only one strong enough to influence a person's entire behaviour – that Darren knew of anyway – was the Imperius Curse and everyone knew Potter could throw off that curse immediately.
A potion then? Malfoy was a Master in potions – that would explain this scene a lot more.
"The only thing abnormal about this is you sneaking around the manor," Potter said primly, narrowing his eyes slightly. "What are you even doing here in the first place?"
"What I'm doing here?" Darren repeated blankly. "The entire department has been looking for you ever since you disappeared more than a year ago! We finally found out where you've been kept and now you're asking me what I'm doing here?" His voice sounded a tad strangled near the end, but he thought he could be forgiven for that, given what was currently happening.
Potter sighed and asked Malfoy, "You didn't tell him anything at all, did you?"
Malfoy shrugged; his amusement visibly growing. "I wanted to know first why he was sneaking around your room. Besides, I haven't decided yet what exactly I want to do with him."
"What the hell was he supposed to tell me?" Darren snapped; his gaze flitting back and forth between the two other men. He looked for any signs showing that Potter was under the influence of a potion, but to his mounting frustration, he couldn't spot any of the obvious signs they'd been trained to look out for.
Then again with Malfoy excelling in creating new potions, perhaps he'd found a way to disguise the signs which usually alluded to a person being under the influence of a potion. If that was the case, how was he supposed to be able to snap Potter out of it?
Worry about that later, he told himself, subtly tugging at the ropes again. First he had to get out of here and find a way to take Potter with him.
Instead of answering his question, Potter inquired, "What was your mission? How did you even get inside the manor in the first place?"
"That's what I'd like to know as well," Malfoy murmured, growing solemn at once.
First rule they had been taught during their training: never, ever reveal the details of your mission. No matter how insignificant the mission or its details were, an Auror remained silent, lest information about the mission could be used against him or her. As such, Darren wanted to remain tight-lipped, but what if talking about the mission would loosen whatever magical hold Malfoy had over Potter? Perhaps being reminded of his Auror work would give Potter the needed push to free himself out of the magical prison Malfoy had trapped him in.
"We received intelligence that you were sighted in Malfoy Manor," he started, ignoring Malfoy in favour of staring at Potter. "Our boss' informant had managed to get his hands on an invitation to this Halloween Ball and it was decided that I would go undercover here. My task was to find evidence of your presence here and report back to them."
"There was nothing to indicate that my disappearance was an abduction," Potter commented, crossing his arms on top of his stomach. "People go off the radar all the time. Why did you treat me as a missing person's case then?"
Malfoy laughed, rising up from the chair to embrace Potter from behind; his hands resting low on the rounded belly. "Because you're still their Golden Child – or Golden Man," he amended, "and they absolutely abhor the thought of not being able to exert any sort of influence on you. How are they supposed to be in control of you if they don't know where you are?"
"Controlling him? Do you hear yourself talking?" Darren demanded angrily, glaring at the gleeful looking wizard. "If anyone's controlling him, it's you!"
"Nobody is controlling me and I would appreciate it if you don't talk like I'm not here," Potter said irritated, swiping some wayward strands of black hair out of his face. "You can just go back and tell them I'm fine. Close the case; it's ridiculous you even opened one considering there was no evidence of malicious intent."
"You disappeared into thin air one day and nobody could find you for months!" Darren snapped. "And now I'm supposed to believe you're just fine?"
"Yes, because I'm telling you I'm fine," Potter said slowly, a hint of condescension in his voice. "I wasn't abducted; I'm here out of my own free will."
Darren shook his head. "You're just saying that because he's here or because you're under the influence of some sort of potion, I don't know. But I can promise you we'll find a way - "
"Are you deaf?" Potter barked and he jumped as much as the ropes allowed him, staring at him wide-eyed. "I'm not under the influence of a spell or a potion or whatever else, for Merlin's sake! I'm here because I want to be here!"
"But why? He's Malfoy!"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were related to the Weasleys," Malfoy murmured; his eyes half-lidded. He remained standing behind Potter and started caressing his stomach almost leisurely.
"Yes, he's a Malfoy," Potter said impatiently, slashing his hand through the air. "And as you can see, I'm more than fine with that," he added sarcastically, waving at his stomach.
"If you're really fine, then tell me why nobody has heard from you in months!" Darren demanded frustrated. How could Potter expect him to believe this bullshit about him being fine when nobody had even heard as much as a peep from him since the day he disappeared into thin air?
"Oh for Merlin's sake," Potter muttered annoyed and turned his head to look at Malfoy. "Give me a moment with him alone, please. I'll explain things to him and then we can finally go on with our evening."
Malfoy threw his ropes a speculating look. "Hm, fine. Ten minutes and then I'm coming back," he warned him and gripped Potter's chin, kissing him full on his mouth. He was smirking when he left the room, the bastard.
Heaving a loud sigh, Potter sank down in the chair, resting his left hand on top of his belly. "I'm only going to say this once so shut up and listen," he said warningly. "The reason why I didn't reach out to anybody this past year and a half is simple: I wanted to be left alone."
Darren opened his mouth to point out he obviously wasn't alone, but snapped it shut when green eyes flared up dangerously.
"Draco came to me with an interesting proposal and I followed him back here to work on it together with him. I knew how my friends would react, how the department would react if you all knew I was meeting up with Draco and I wasn't in the mood for constant arguing." He leant back in his chair with a huff. "If I had known you would mark me as a missing person even though nothing indicated I was missing against my will, I would have sent you a goddamn letter."
"What kind of proposal?" Darren asked suspiciously, privately thinking Potter was an idiot.
How could he expect not to be marked as a missing person when he'd disappeared without any warning? How else should they have considered his disappearance?
"He's building a new political party," Potter answered calmly, but there was barely restrained pride audible in his voice and visible in the depths of his deep green eyes. "One which unites every species and seeks to create new laws to give everyone the same rights."
"And you believe that crap?" Darren asked incredulously.
It seemed that for once the rumours had been right, though – the youngest Malfoy had aspiring political ambitions. The question was: what was Potter's place in all that? It wasn't as if Potter had ever expressed a desire to get into politics.
"Why wouldn't I when I see the evidence nearly every week here?" Potter smiled thinly, waving his hand around. "Why wouldn't I believe him when I was there to witness him holding talks with both vampires and werewolves? Why wouldn't I believe in his cause when I see all kinds of species intermingling with each other during the parties here, talking and enjoying the festivities, all of them secure in the knowledge that they are treated equally here? Why wouldn't I believe him when I've seen his law proposals with my own eyes?"
"Are you that naive?" Darren shook his head in disbelief. "You really believe he'll be able to change all these laws just for those non-human beings? There's a reason why these laws were set up that way in the first place, Potter! To protect us from the Dark Creatures! You can't expect a wolf to be treated equally as us when he's not human to begin with! Are you out of your mind? How many dangerous species has he been promising that bullshit to? Do you want a new wa-"
"One of the bravest men I knew was a werewolf," Potter said quietly and there was something in his voice, a certain kind of sharpness, hard as steel, that made Darren shut up immediately. "He fought twice against Voldemort. He could have gone into hiding if he wanted to, but he didn't. He fought bravely just like the other wizards and witches standing up against Voldemort. I myself have been rescued twice by a vampire – if it hadn't been for him, I probably wouldn't be here anymore."
He slowly rose up; his eyes glowing almost unnaturally green. "If wanting equal rights for everyone is being naïve, then you can call me naïve all you want. But at least I know what's right. I know what I'm willing to fight for and it's not the Ministry's biased laws. Draco is preparing a new future for all of us and I'll gladly help him with that."
"Don't you realise he's been manipulating you?" Darren asked incredulously. "Do you hear yourself talking right now? You've been working for the Ministry ever since you graduated from Hogwarts and now all of a sudden you're turning your back to us? Don't you see how he's been manipulating you all this time?"
The laugh which escaped Potter was harsh and cold, sending shivers down his spine. His stomach performed several uncomfortable flips when burning green eyes locked onto his.
"It's funny how you all are quick to tell me I'm being manipulated by Draco, all because I'm saying something that you don't agree with. If we're going to throw out accusations of manipulation, you should direct them at the Ministry, not at Draco," Potter said clipped.
Darren stared at him numbly. This was much worse than he'd initially thought. Somehow Malfoy had managed to turn Potter against them, against the Ministry and it sounded an awful lot like the Potion Master was preparing an uprising against them. Talking to Dark Creatures, letting them gather in one place, drafting up new laws … Malfoy was planning to overthrow the Ministry and Potter was one of his pawns.
He'd been wrong. Malfoy wasn't planning on using Potter's magic in a ritual – he was planning to use him against their world.
With an army of Dark Creatures and one of the most powerful wizards alive on his side, Malfoy would practically be an unstoppable force.
Darren had to admit: the youngest Malfoy was a genius. How spread out was his network already? How many different species had he managed to sweettalk so far? Did he have connections in other countries? How many powerful people aside from Potter could he count as his allies?
They had been right to be wary, the people who'd been wanting to catch Malfoy red-handed. A threat was growing right underneath their noses and if it hadn't been for him, they would never have known about it until it had been too late.
Perhaps it was already too late, but Darren would be damned if he let Malfoy get away with this. He wouldn't allow that man, that son of a bitch, to ruin their world. You-Know-Who hadn't succeeded and he would make sure that Malfoy wouldn't either.
"Look, why don't you come back with me to show everyone you're fine?" he suggested, keeping his voice calm and even. "Everybody's worried about you; I'm sure your friends will be happy to see you again."
"It's not like I'm planning to never show up in public again." Potter rolled his eyes. "I'll come back once I'm ready. In the meantime you can inform everyone to call off the search, because clearly I'm fine."
"There are going to be questions, Potter," Darren said tersely. "They'll want to know why you refuse to show up, what your relationship with Malfoy is … They'll want you to be examined and they're going to question why you're keep-" He cut himself off just in time, but the damage was done.
"They're going to question why I'm keeping what?" Potter asked, almost casually, but his whole posture changed, shifting from relaxed to defensive in just a couple of seconds and Darren was instantly reminded that he was looking at the wizard who'd set a new record for every practical course in the Auror training.
This was the man who'd stunned Jenkins so much with his impressive array of curses and spells that the man hadn't been able to take exams for the rest of the week. The one whose name had popped up several times already as a possible candidate for the position of Head Auror, in spite of his young age.
The man who'd survived the Killing Curse twice and had defeated the strongest Dark Wizard of their time when he'd been just seventeen years old.
"What am I keeping?" Potter repeated, raising one eyebrow.
"Nothing, just … why you keep staying here," Darren hastened to correct himself, but it was too late.
"Why I'm keeping my baby, you mean," Potter said and he sounded deadly calm.
His calm demeanour didn't put Darren at ease.
Potter took a step closer and unwillingly Darren pressed back against the chair; the material groaning lowly in protest.
"You're not the first one snooping around in the manor to find me, you know," Potter murmured and suddenly he was twirling his wand between his fingers; the tip of it shooting off the occasional red spark. "There was another one before you, around two months ago. I'm guessing he was an Unspeakable, but I didn't care to ask. He found me in the garden here and the rude bastard he was, he used a device to figure out whether I was under the influence of something. He found out about the baby and then had the nerve to insist he could take me away from here and get me to a place to get rid of 'that thing' as he called my baby."
"What happened to him?" Darren barely managed to bring out; his mouth utterly dry.
Potter's smile turned his blood into ice. "He got what he deserved," he replied simply and turned around. "Just like you will."
"Wait, Potter!"
But Potter didn't listen. He marched to the door and opened it, waving Malfoy inside. "He's all yours."
"Any requests?" Malfoy asked amused, entering the room again.
Potter slipped past him into the hallway; his back ramrod straight. "Get rid of him completely."
"Your wish is my command," Malfoy murmured, slipping his wand out of his pocket. He prowled closer and Darren tensed when he disappeared out of his view, coming to a stop right behind him.
"I don't know what you said to piss him off that much, but I can't have you upsetting him. That just won't do." He clucked his tongue and for a moment nothing happened.
Then his blood started boiling and Darren screamed.
Harry looked up when the door swung open silently, revealing Draco, who smiled when he laid eyes on him and Narcissa.
"You finished with him?" Harry asked curiously, gathering the cards.
"Yes. Well, I'm finished with him; the curse isn't quite yet." Silver grey eyes glittered and the corners of his mouth curled up in a satisfied smirk.
"We really need to screen the visitors better," Narcissa sighed and rose up, brushing non existing dust away from her dress. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, darlings. I'm retreating to my room."
"Good night, maman," Harry smiled, directing the cards back to their spot on the shelf with a flick of his wand.
She gave him a pleased, warm smile and kissed his forehead, brushing her hand gently over his belly. "Good night, sweetheart."
She paused to kiss Draco's cheek, touching the back of his wrist with hers before she disappeared into the hallway, leaving them alone.
"What?" Harry asked puzzled when Draco looked at him knowingly.
"You really know how to wrap my mother around your finger, don't you?" Draco chuckled, crossing the distance between them. He offered his hands and Harry let himself be pulled onto his feet. "She's over the moon now."
Harry shrugged, a bit bashful. "She won't let me call her Madam and says me calling her by her first name feels a bit impersonal, so …" he trailed off, wrinkling his nose slightly.
He couldn't call her 'mum' because he only had one mum and that had been Lily and it wouldn't feel right to call anyone else 'mum'. He didn't mind calling her the French equivalent of mother, though, and it obviously pleased her, so he didn't see a point in not calling her that when it made her so happy.
"You're probably her favourite now," Draco told him amused and slipped his arms around him, resting his hands right above his arse. "Now, I know our schedule became rather messed up thanks to that noisy Auror, but would you care to join me for a dance, Mister Potter?"
Harry cast a glance around the mini library – or well, what was considered mini in Malfoy standards at least – and raised an eyebrow. "I'd love to, but this doesn't seem like an appropriate place for our dance."
The smirk Draco graced him with had butterflies dancing wildly inside of him.
"Oh, I know just the right place for this."
Harry whistled lowly when he took in how the Auror who'd been snooping around, looked right now. He was still bound to his chair, but his mouth had completely disappeared, flesh having grown over it. His shirt was in tatters around him, bright pink lacerations crisscrossing his chest. A curse was slowly turning his skin into rough stone and as Harry watched, the skin on the man's stomach darkened into a grey colour and when the man tensed, flecks of stone cracked off, dusting his trousers.
"Any reason why the curse is so slow now?" Harry asked interested. He'd seen this particular curse in action before and usually it took less than two minutes for the victim to turn completely into stone.
"I put another layer on top of it," Draco explained, pulling him towards the middle of the room. The Auror's terrified gaze was locked onto them, but he was unable to move; his lower half completely turned to stone already. "If he changes his mind about the things he said that upset you before, then the curse will end and he's free to go," he murmured in Harry's ear.
"And if he doesn't?"
Draco shrugged and pointed his wand at a music box, resting on a small table near the window. Soft, classical music instantly filled the room; the violin sounds sweetly accompanying the piano.
"Then the house elves will have one more statue to dust off I suppose." He eyed the Auror contemplatively. "On the other hand, he wouldn't really make a nice statue. An eyesore, that one." He sniffed and put his wand back in his holster.
"Can't have him ruining the aesthetics," Harry said dryly and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, smiling when he felt hands descending on his hips. They started slowly dancing, letting the music guide their steps as they whirled through the room.
He might never become a perfect dancer, but he did all right, he thought and pressed himself closer to Draco.
"I don't need rumours flying around that I lost my good taste," Draco said airily. "Besides, you said I could do what I wanted with him."
"Yes, I did," Harry murmured, letting Draco dip him low for a moment.
When he straightened back up, he briefly glanced at the tied up man, who was desperately trying to free himself. His struggle was useless; already the curse had progressed to his upper chest and the more he moved, the more cracks appeared in the rest of his body; bits and pieces fluttering to the floor.
It made for a rather macabre sight but Harry didn't care. If the man was unwilling to listen, then he deserved what was coming to him. He wouldn't allow anyone to harm Draco or their baby and his former colleague had made it more than clear what he thought about both of them.
He'd made his bed; now he had to lie in it.
"You don't regret this?" Draco asked, quirking an eyebrow as he twirled the dark haired man around the chair.
Harry looked at him, at the man who'd promised him a new world, a world where everyone would be equal; a world where his godson would never have to fear discrimination because of who his father had been. Who'd given him a new family, a new purpose in life.
The man who'd grown up from a spiteful, selfish brat to a strong leader, capable of uniting different species.
The man who loved him for who he was, his real self; not the one the Ministry had urged him to be. Who loved just Harry and not the Harry Potter.
"I don't regret anything," Harry whispered and their mouths met in a deep, but tender kiss; their baby son fussing within him.
They stood on the evening of a new beginning, a new world, and there was nowhere else Harry would rather want to be.
His place was with Draco and he'd fight everyone who would try to take him away from here.
The music slowed to a stop and they did as well, parting to bow at each other. As the statue next to them cracked for the final time and fell apart, their hands found each other and Harry smiled.
"Ready for another dance?" Draco asked, smiling, his cheeks slightly flushed, and Harry nodded grinning, easily fitting their bodies together, just like two pieces of a puzzle.
He was ready for everything with Draco on his side.
The End
AN2: Not as horrorish as I wanted to, but the story wrote itself like this, so yeah *coughs* I hope you liked it nonetheless! As I mentioned, I might return to this particular universe if inspiration strikes me again, but for now this story is finished :)
Please leave a review behind with your thoughts; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in my future stories!
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