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Say My Name	By : Thunderbird Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 30143 -:- Recommendations : 10 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: All right, now it really is the end. And let me just say I was already so grateful for such a wonderful experience in writing this and then you guys went and said even more amazing things with that final chapter and it just gets me all gushy. I will try and keep it together, but I don't make any promises.
On another, unrelated note, I felt a need to mention that the chapter titles for this fic are not really my own, but rather titles of Beyonce/Destiny's Child songs. No one ever said anything so I wasn't sure if anyone picked up on it, but I wanted to give credit where credit is due. I hate coming up with my own chapter titles (they always feel a bit too on the nose), so I have to give some love to the Queen B for having so many great titles to choose from.
All right, with that out of the way, on to the final piece of this fic that I wrote just for you. With all possible love and gratitude, this is Thunderbird, signing off.
Epilogue: The Writing’s on the Wall
When Harry arrived home he was immediately overcome with the most delicious array of smells: lemon, thyme, shallot, and something smoky and savory that wafted thickly and temptingly into the foyer. He smiled. Kreacher must have been cooking for a while for the smells to have already made it to the front of the house.
Harry slipped off his suit jacket and loosened his tie a little before making his way into the kitchen, where he found the elf at the range, preparing a pan sauce, just as Harry had suspected, judging by the smell. Two thick, prime steaks were resting on the cutting board, looking grilled to perfection, and Harry’s mouth watered. This was going to be a good dinner.
“Welcome home, Master Harry,” Kreacher said, looking up from the stove. “How was work being today, sir?”
“Very good, Kreacher, thanks,” Harry replied. “This looks absolutely delicious.”
Kreacher had insisted that he plan the menu for tonight, that he would make it special. So far, it looked like he was on the right track.
“Dinner is being ready in fifteen minutes,” Kreacher said. “Master Draco is needing to be told.”
Harry laughed. That was Kreacher’s way of saying that Harry should be the one to tell him, though why Kreacher didn’t want to do it himself, Harry had no idea.
“Has he been holed up in the lab all day?” he asked the elf.
“Nearly, sir.” Kreacher’s large ears drooped a little. “He is fleeing the house not two hours ago, looking very angry, and coming back and not speaking to Kreacher.”
“Hm.” So that was why Kreacher was currently avoiding the other master of the house. He didn’t like it when Draco was in a bad mood. He had been thrilled, when Draco moved in, at the prospect of serving a true descendent of the House of Black, but the flip side was that he tended to be very sensitive to Draco’s moods. Harry highly doubted that Draco was actually “very angry” when he left the house, and probably just a little irritated. He got that way sometimes when a potion wasn’t going right. “I’ll go speak to him, Kreacher.”
“Very good, Master Harry, sir,” the elf said, sounding relieved.
Harry chuckled to himself as he made his way upstairs. He was glad to see that the door to Draco’s lab was ajar, meaning he didn’t mind being disturbed.
Still, Harry lingered in the doorway silently so as not to distract him, since Draco was currently hunched over his largest cauldron, carefully adding drops of an iridescent green liquid as the potion within sizzled.
Draco’s hair was a mess, sticking up at odd angles, a clear sign that the potion was turning into a frustrating endeavor after all. Undoubtedly Draco would scowl when he caught sight of himself in a mirror, but Harry thought it was adorable.
Draco placed the vial of liquid down on the work table and stirred the potion carefully, his forearm flexing a little and his fingers deft and elegant on the stirring rod. Harry licked his lips. He loved watching Draco work, and he didn’t get to do it all that often.
Draco removed the rod, spelled it clean with his wand, and set it down before turning to Harry. His smile was a bit sheepish.
“I was supposed to finish brewing this an hour ago, but it turns out I didn’t store one of the ingredients correctly, and it went bad. Amateur mistake, my potions master would tell me, if he were here.” His tone was full of chagrin. “I had to rush out to Diagon for more.”
Harry nodded. So that’s what Kreacher had seen earlier. “It’s all right,” he said. “Dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes, but Kreacher can always put a stasis spell on it if you need more time.”
Draco shook his head. “No, it’s done now. It just needs to cool.” He turned and walked towards Harry, looking him up and down, his eyes still bright and glistening from the vapors of the potion. “Don’t you look dashing,” he said with a smirk, a hand coming up to lightly stroke Harry’s orchid purple tie. “You weren’t wearing this when you left this morning.”
Yes, it was true. Harry had been wearing his usual work attire of trousers and a jumper. Naomi was pretty laid back about dress code, something Harry was happy to discover. However, there were certain occasions that required a business suit or more formal robes. “I changed at the office this afternoon. We had an event with some donors at the end of the day.”
Draco eyed Harry knowingly. He knew it was Harry’s least favorite part of the job, having wealthy witches and wizards fawning over him while their deep pockets figuratively jangled with all the money they might potentially give the Foundation.
“It wasn’t so bad, really,” Harry said. “They were a tolerable bunch, all in all.” It was a family that had been donating to the Foundation for years and, though they were certainly excited to meet the Savior, they were less into fawning and more into talking about Naomi’s new project. Harry had been happy to oblige them.
“Mm,” said Draco. He put a hand on Harry’s hip. “You look quite sexy, actually. I think you should leave the tie on for dinner.”
Harry smiled. “If that’s what you want. You can take it off of me later.”
Draco kissed him, slow and languid, and Harry hummed in appreciation. “Happy anniversary,” the blond said softly once he’d pulled away.
“Back at you,” Harry replied.
It had been a year to the day that Harry and Draco had enjoyed their “not-date” in Hogsmeade that turned out to be the start of their relationship. It was hard to believe, in some ways, because things had been barreling along since graduation, and it seemed far too soon for it to be November already. At the same time, though, Harry sometimes felt that it had been much longer than a year. Sometimes he felt like things had always been like this.
“I should get cleaned up, make myself presentable,” Draco said.
“You don’t have to,” said Harry. “It’s just you and me and Kreacher tonight.”
They had decided on a low-key celebration for their first year: no gifts, no fancy restaurant, just a nice dinner at home. Seeing as it was a Monday, and they both had work the next day, this was probably for the best. They might have done a bit more for it if they had celebrated on the weekend, but it had turned out to be a full one. They’d had dinner with Narcissa Friday night as usual, then met up with Blaise the next afternoon to cheer on Vesper in a tournament. Then it was a night out on the town to celebrate Vesper’s victory that had them stumbling home at three in the morning.
Sunday had been reserved for Ron and Hermione, who Harry hadn’t seen in weeks. His best friends were turning into a couple of workaholics, what with Hermione balancing her day job and her night classes and Ron paying his dues as a Junior Auror now that he had successfully finished at the Academy. It was a way of life that worked for them, and they seemed quite happy, but Harry couldn’t help but be grateful that he hadn’t followed the same path as Ron. His evenings with Draco, even if they were just lounging by the fire in comfortable silence sometimes, were precious to him.
“I smell like extract of Bloodroot,” Draco argued, making a face. “And my hair looks ridiculous. I’m taking a shower.”
Harry grinned. So Draco did realize about the hair after all.
“I’ll be quick, I promise,” Draco said, giving Harry a peck.
“All right. I’ll go see if Kreacher wants any help, then.”
But Kreacher didn’t want any help. In fact, he was outright offended at the notion, and shooed Harry out of the kitchen with a small glass of firewhiskey and a promise not to bother him until dinner was ready.
He’s much more reverent towards Draco than he is towards me, Harry thought with a sardonic chuckle as he wandered into the sitting room, sipping his whiskey.
He found himself in this room quite often, actually. He liked to look at the family mural, trying to spot the small changes that kept taking place the longer they lived there. The branch of the tree that contained Sirius, Andromeda, and the others Harry knew best was fully restored, but there were some portraits on the outer edges that were still working their way there.
His favorite bit, though, had been the additions to the tree. Remus had found his way on a couple of weeks into their moving in, attached to Tonks by a red line like the other couples. Teddy was there, connected to his parents of course, but to Harry as well, since Teddy was his heir. He and Draco had quickly decided that Teddy should inherit Grimmauld. He was a Black, after all, much more so than Harry was. And since Draco had the manor that he could pass to their own children some day, it seemed right. The golden line had appeared connecting Harry’s name to Teddy’s the day Harry had signed the papers and made it legal.
There was another line of connection, one neither Harry nor Draco had been expecting. Harry traced his finger along it now, following the thin white line from his portrait to Draco’s. No, they weren’t married yet, so it couldn’t be red, but the fact that the house had created it at all was astonishing. It was as though the house felt a need to recognize the relationship, even if it wasn’t a legal one.
They had both been delighted, though Draco had lamented about the thread connecting them not being a more interesting color. “White is so boring,” he had said. “And it doesn’t go with anything else on the mural.”
But Harry liked it. White was a waiting, ready color. The color of things to come. The color of promises.
“Looking at the mural again?” came Draco’s voice, interrupting his thoughts. Harry looked to see his boyfriend lounging against the frame of the doorway, looking clean and rakish in black trousers, a crisp white button down, and a Slytherin green tie. Harry smiled at the thought of the tie. It put in his head an image of Draco sprawled naked and panting on their bed, each wrist attached to a bedpost… one with a purple necktie, the other green.
It’s going to be a good night.
“Just passing the time,” he said, “waiting for you.” He wasn’t sure he could ever fully explain the comfort he felt when he looked at the mural, the rightness of it, the gratification of finally belonging somewhere.
But he didn’t have to explain it to Draco, not really. Draco already knew.
“Kreacher has informed me that dinner is ready,” Draco said, holding out a hand.
Harry took it and followed Draco through the doorway. They walked side by side through their house, into their kitchen, toward everything that came next.
Book_addict_89: Thank you! I’m sad it’s the end, too, though it doesn’t totally feel like it to me. I guess I’ve got a few more ideas up my sleeve!
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