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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

Author’s Notes: Many thanks to everyone who’s reviewed so far! And I am indebted, as always, to Jamie, Skeren Dreamera and Sevfan! Introducing Narcissa and Snape! *cue dramatic music* Kinda… P.S. Happy Birthday, Draco!

Chapter Twenty – Just the Way I Am

Lucius looked around at the suite where until two days ago his wife of twenty years had lived. While he didn’t exactly miss her, he did miss what she symbolized – stability, beauty, obedience, and a way to have more children if he needed them. Of course, the loss of his unborn child was devastating. He was now stuck with Draco as his heir until he could remarry and sire another child. And his Lord had already forbidden Lucius from doing so until his victory was secure.

Voldemort had said something about needing his lieutenant focused on their position during the war, not familiar matters. Lucius was not stupid. He knew the comment was really meant for Bellatrix and Rudolphus. Since his sister-in-law had gotten pregnant, her insanity had reached new heights, and nothing that Rudolphus or Rabastan could do reeled in her behaviour.

It was her fault that Lucius was now a widower and expected to mourn the loss of his spouse. And he would have to tell Draco that his mother was dead as well. The boy wasn’t stupid, and he’d notice that Narcissa was nowhere to be found. And since he was the legal Malfoy heir, he could walk into the burial crypt and see that his mother had been laid to rest there. It was easier to avoid his histrionics if Lucius told him now while he was at Hogwarts and then only have to deal with his listlessness and moodiness when he returned for the holidays.

Yes, that was an excellent plan. Standing up, Lucius started formulating the letter to his son, hoping that his many years of training were not forgotten by the boy and he would grieve with dignity. ‘I hope that my son remembers exactly who he is and what is expected from him. However, I will have to get this unpleasantness over and done with.’

‘Damn Bellatrix…’

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‘Glorious Saturday,’ Harry thought lazily as he carefully opened his eyes, expecting sunlight to break through his curtains in a red and gold shower. Only there was no light whatsoever. All he could see was dark bed curtains surrounding an unfamiliar bed. Panicking, he groped for his wand and glasses, listening intently for any sounds that would let him know where he was, since he was obviously not in his bed in Gryffindor tower. Soft snores were the first clue that wherever the hell he was, he wasn’t alone. Then, there was the warmth that seemed to be melded to his left side as he lay on the bed.

Carefully and slowly, so as not to disturb whoever it was he had slept next to, Harry ran a hand along the bed sheets, stiffening when he touched the soft, oddly familiar fabric. ‘Silk sheets… Who do I know that owns bloody silk sheets?’ His breathing stopped as he remembered what happened in the Room of Requirement last night after Neville and Hermione left. ‘Oh, Merlin, this is Draco’s bed, isn’t it?’

Panicking slightly, Harry again started up his search for his wand and glasses. He stiffened yet again when he heard the body next to him let out a sleepy moan. “…Harry… stop moving…” Draco whined huskily.

“…Draco?”

“Mm?”

“Are we… in your bed?” Merlin, he wanted to curl up and die when he heard how panicky his voice sounded.

To say he was surprised when Draco chuckled would have been an understatement. “You don’t remember last night?” the blond asked, making the sheets rustle as he moved closer.

The dark-haired boy closed his eyes and thought back. ‘Room of Requirement… Talk with ‘Mione and Neville… We’re… we’re dating?’ He felt the corners of his mouth lift into a smile. ‘We’re dating! Okay, after that… We kissed…’ He let one of his hands rest comfortably on his chest, feeling a bit of relief when he realized that he was dressed. But, then he noticed that whatever he was wearing was much nicer than his school clothes or his regular pyjamas.

“Am I wearing your clothes?” he squeaked.

“Mm, yes,” his boyfriend purred, leaning over Harry with a sleepy, yet satisfied smile. Draco quickly turned serious when he saw how upset Harry was. “We didn’t do anything but sleep, Harry.”

“I- I know, but…”

“Are you going to tell me that you’re terrified about waking up in bed next to me?” The blond wasn’t quick enough to hide the look of pain on his aristocratic face before his Malfoy mask was in place. “If it’s that big of a deal, we don’t…”

Harry wanted to kick himself. Instead of saying anything, he silenced the other teen with a searing kiss. He used his left hand to pull Draco’s head closer and to play with the blond’s sleep-tousled hair. “No,” Harry panted when they broke for air. “No, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“So, you’re not unhappy?” Draco asked – his tone very obviously hopeful.

“Merlin, Draco, I wasn’t expecting this so quickly,” Harry said truthfully. “However, it’s kinda nice to wake up in this pointlessly luxurious bed so that I can kiss you first thing in the morning.”

A small smile transformed Draco’s face. “You’re not disappointed?”

“About what?”

“About us not doing anything but kissing before we fell asleep?”

“No,” Harry answered, playing with a few strands of hair that fell into Draco’s stormy grey eyes. “I’m fine with us just sleeping like this.” He blushed a little. “I mean, I want more, but this is great too.”

Draco’s smile grew larger. Harry had a few moments before he was covered with the slender, extremely awake blond. Lips crashed together heatedly, hands crawling over each other’s bodies. Harry had just managed to sneak his hands under the shirt of Draco’s silk pyjamas when there was a tap on the window. “No,” Draco groaned, pulling back reluctantly. “I swear when I get my hands on Sev, I’m going to help you murder him.”

Harry bit back a laugh and looked up at his boyfriend, feeling giddy with just thinking the word. Draco, on the other hand, did not appear to be amused. “Not a word, Potter,” he growled, pulling open the green curtains of his bed and yelping as his feet touched the stone floor. Harry was helpless to smother the snickers at Draco’s muttered curses against his godfather as he quickly made his way over to the room’s sole window. When it was opened, a straggly looking owl dropped a note into the blond’s hand before disappearing again.

Harry looked around the Slytherin’s room, confused. The room shouldn’t have had a window, right? “Draco, I thought the dungeons were under the lake?”

“Hm?” The blond looked up from the piece of parchment. “They are, but I think there’s a window in each dorm room that’s enchanted to let in owls and sunlight. Otherwise, it would be pretty grim down here, right?”

“That makes sense, I guess,” the Gryffindor said, sitting up completely and staring at Draco carefully. “What does Snape have to say?”

“I don’t know.” Harry frowned at the trace of fear he could hear in the other teen’s voice. “I’m a little… anxious to find out.”

“How about I read it and I can tell you if it’s good news or bad?” He knew he’d done the right thing when the blond shot him a grateful smile before joining him back on the bed. However, when Draco leaned over to place a small kiss against his lips, he didn’t complain about wanting to get things with Snape’s letter over. He helped ease his boyfriend’s nerves by deepening the kiss and pulling him against his chest. The letter would be there later.

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Ron stared up at the canopy of his bed, lost in his thoughts. He’d had a lot to process from the night before. It wasn’t every day you found out that your best friend of six years was suddenly trying to suck the face off of your family’s most hated enemy. And to think his baby sister was so accepting that her ex-boyfriend was willing to take up with a Malfoy after they’d broken up… Well, it was probably the fact that she was dating Luna, of all people, that was keeping his sister from trying to hex the entire male population of the castle.

He turned over and stared at Harry’s empty bed, not really sure how he felt about it. True, there had been a few times where his friend had been up before him and had run off to do things while the rest of the castle slept, but Ron knew that this was something entirely different. Harry hadn’t returned to Gryffindor tower last night. ‘Probably off snogging Malfoy again…’ He shuddered in disgust before rolling over onto his back again.

Ginny’s words from the night before rolled through his head. She and Malfoy were on first name basis, evidently, and she didn’t care that he was with Harry, since she was seeing Luna. Merlin, was he the last straight person in the entire castle? It just felt wrong.

Vaguely, he wondered if his parents were aware of whom their daughter was seeing now and if they knew that Ginny and Harry were through. The twins knew, evidently. When he dwelled on that, Ron felt betrayed. Harry and Ron were supposed to be each other’s best friend and Hermione was there to round out the famous ‘Golden Trio’. Instead, Harry was spending all his time with Neville Longbottom and bloody Malfoy. He’d even gotten Ginny and Luna to become friends with the stupid prat. And he was the cause of Ron’s near constant arguing with Hermione now. Ron’s world felt like it was falling down around his ears, and it was all the fault of Harry bloody Potter and Draco Malfoy.

Sitting up, a thought crossed Ron’s mind that would be both beneficial and detrimental to the world as everyone knew it. It was time that the Wizarding world was aware of just what kind of saviour they really had.

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Eventually, Draco pulled away from Harry, smirking in satisfaction as he took in the dark-haired boy’s flushed cheeks, kiss-bruised lips, and lust-glazed eyes. Nothing that his boyfriend could have said would have brought him more pleasure as just watching him dragging air back into his lungs did. “Merlin, Potter, do you have any idea what you look like right now? You’re in my bed, wearing my clothes, and look like you’re ready to shag. If I was any less of a gentleman, you’d be on your hands and knees, screaming my name.”

Harry’s first reaction was to chuckle softly. “You sound rather sure of yourself there, Malfoy. However, you don’t sound like a gentleman.”

The breathless quality of Harry’s voice made Draco lick his lips. “Shut it,” he whispered against Harry’s ear, nipping lightly at the fleshy lobe and dragging out a sexy moan. “Like that, do you?”

“Dra~aco,” Harry whined. “You’re going to have to stop if we’re to join Nev for any homework tutoring today.”

Draco pulled back and heaved a huge sigh. “Fine, but you owe me a huge rain check, Potter.” He watched as Harry sat up and the still rolled parchment caught his eye. Suddenly, all the work that they’d put into trying to keep Draco’s mind off of Severus’s letter was for naught. A warm, calloused hand landed on his nearest shoulder and Draco found himself staring directly into concerned green eyes.

“We don’t have to read it, Draco.”

“Yes, I do, Harry. I have to know.”

“I know,” Harry sighed, picking up the paper with one hand and glancing over it. “They’re here already. He says to leave me wherever I am and to come immediately.” Harry looked up and Draco shook his head. “What? What’s wrong?”

Unbidden, tears began to well up in Draco’s eyes. Before he could blink them away, Harry’s strong arms were around him, holding him tightly. “I’ll go with you, even if Snape is there, Draco. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”

“Come with me,” Draco whispered in to Harry’s neck, grateful for the other boy’s presence.

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Severus paced around the small room that housed Narcissa and her unborn child. He watched the blonde woman as she slept in her magically induced coma. As he paced and stole glances at the pale, sleeping figure, he let his thoughts roam.

His godson was late. This could only mean that the boy was with that infernal Potter, doing Merlin knew what. In fact, Severus was working very hard not to think of what the two boys could have been up to. He’d kept in contact with Albus, and the headmaster had only been too happy to make him aware that his godson was consorting with Potter, all over the bloody school. How Lucius and the Dark Lord had yet to hear about it, Severus couldn’t fathom. It certainly didn’t sound as if either was remembering to use an ounce of discretion, to use any of the Slytherin traits they both possessed. No, they were letting their bloody hormones dictate their behaviour.

And when Draco finally showed up, Severus would lecture the boy about what he was doing. It was his job as the infuriating blond’s godfather to remind him of his place when Lucius was too busy kissing the Dark Lord’s arse to do so. Even though he’d told Draco not to bring Potter when he came to the infirmary, he knew neither boy would listen. They were willful, obnoxious teenagers and would do the exact opposite of what they were told. It was in their nature sadly.

He only hoped that Potter would restrain himself around Narcissa. The woman had been tortured so much in the past year that if she came out of everything with any of her sanity intact, Severus would be greatly surprised.

The sound of knocking pulled the Potions Master from his thoughts abruptly, his hand tightening around his wand. It wasn’t Poppy, for that insufferable woman didn’t bother to knock on doors in her infirmary. “Come in,” Severus said quietly.

He relaxed when he saw the familiar white-blond hair and pointed, aristocratic nose peek around the door’s edge before Draco entered the room, his eyes carefully avoiding looking at the bed and its occupant. However, Severus’s relief lasted all of three seconds as Potter’s decidedly lean, tall frame followed his godson and wrapped an arm around his waist protectively. Green fire burned behind his glasses, determined to bore a hole in Severus’s head, no doubt.

Deciding he had no other option but to be polite, the older man nodded his head in acknowledgement. “Potter.”

TBC

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