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Forbidden	By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Summary: Ten years after the end of the war.

Epilogue
Draco quickly rubbed a towel over his wet hair, then tossed it onto the bathroom floor before hurrying for the front door. "Just hang on!" Draco called out, as the door was vehemently thumped again. He opened the door, rolling his eyes when he saw the Weasley clan bouncing in anticipation on the welcome mat. "You lot again," he said, sourly, but he smiled as he leaned forward to accept a kiss on the cheek from Hermione.
"Happy Christmas, Draco," she said, letting him take a tray of pastries from her.
Ron grinned widely as he pushed past Draco to usher their five tiny daughters inside, their arms full of gaily wrapped presents. "Wait till you see what we've brought, mate," Ron said, his eyes flashing with excitement.
"Ron's been bursting to show you," Hermione said, laughing. "He's wanted to get here since five o'clock this morning, but I convinced him you wouldn't appreciate your beauty sleep being interrupted."
Draco laughed as he set the tray of pastries down on the kitchen table. "Not all you would have been interrupting," he drawled, winking.
Ron looked suitably horrified, then fell to attacking the pastries while his daughters begged Uncle Draco to let them watch his Muggle telly-box. He patiently settled them in front of the television, then returned to the kitchen, where Hermione was filling the tea kettle.
"So, what are you so excited about?" he asked Ron, reaching for a sticky bun.
"Sorry mate, have to wait till Harry gets down here," Ron said, his grin returning full force. "Just wait till you see it!"
"See what?" Harry asked, as he entered the kitchen. He dropped a kiss onto Draco's head before hugging Hermione and clapping Ron on the back.
"Harry!"
The next few moments held a cacophony of excited babble from Ron, who brandished a heavy book in their faces as they watched him in bemusement.
"- me, Harry, me! Ronald Bilius Weasley, a credit to the Order of the Phoenix, fearless, brave, it says, and here, look, a key participant in the final destruction of Lord V-Voldemort. Mum cried when she read that part!"
"That's brilliant, Ron!" Harry said, smiling. "It's true, you know, we couldn't have done it without you."
Ron preened.
Draco slowly pulled the heavy volume towards himself, angling it so Harry could read it too. All his vain, teasing talk of wanting to be in the history books seemed to have occurred hundreds of years ago.
The fall of Lord Voldemort was marked by a short, but intense battle in a copse of woods near the Muggle town of Little Hangleton on December 31, 1997. An anonymous Owl had alerted the Order of the Phoenix that the woods were to be the next location of a Death Eater meeting, only two hours prior to the event. Harry James Potter and twelve Order members were able to arrive shortly before Voldemort and his Death Eaters, ambushing them as they Apparated to the site. Though outnumbered, Harry Potter's side fought furiously, incapacitating and capturing more than half the Death Eaters within the first fifteen minutes. By the end of an hour, the side of Light was down to six members, while Voldemort was left with no more than three hooded figures by his side.
The names of those killed in the battle were listed then, several of them Death Eaters that Draco himself had killed. He skimmed over them, looking for his parents' and godfather's names under the list of fallen Order members. He swallowed hard, remembering their screams after George Parkinson had used the Iron Lung curse on each of them as vicious payback for his daughter being sent to Azkaban. Parkinson had managed to hit Dumbledore with the curse, as well, before Ron's Avada Kedavra had brought Pansy's father to the ground. It had taken Draco weeks to stop having nightmares about the fact that he'd had to use the Killing Curse on Lucius, Narcissa and Snape when it had become clear there was no way of saving them. Lupin had done the same for Dumbledore.
Draco continued reading, the words bringing back memories of the way the air had flashed with beams of light, of the terror in his chest at the very real possibility that one of them might hit Harry. It had been close, once, when Voldemort had aimed the Killing Curse at Harry while his back was turned. Draco remembered screaming in warning, sure he was going to be too late, but Wormtail had jumped in front of Harry, catching the beam of green light in his chest. Later, Ron had told Draco that Wormtail had owed Harry a life debt.
There were several paragraphs describing the brave acts of various Order members, including Weasley, who had fought like a madman, throwing himself in danger time and again to protect Harry from the Death Eaters who had tried to capture him for their Dark Lord. Typical Gryffindor recklessness, of course, but Draco was incredibly grateful for it. A rather lengthy paragraph was devoted to Dumbledore, and another one for his father, who was credited with teaching the Order how to fight like the enemy. Draco read that particular paragraph several times over, wanting to memorize every word.
The end of the chapter covered Harry's defeat of Voldemort in detail. The way he had clutched Draco's hand in his, the way Voldemort had laughed when the first syllables of the Killing Curse had left Harry's lips. It was almost as if the bastard hadn't really believed Harry could do it. Time had stilled for Draco in those moments, and he had fixed his gaze on green eyes that were wild with fury, pain, and determination, willing Harry to be strong enough.
Voldemort's cold, high-pitched laughter had rung in Draco's ears for what seemed like ages, until it was suddenly cut short, and the madman had fallen to the ground, lifeless. The woods had gone eerily silent, and then Harry had fallen, too, and Draco had sobbed over his unmoving body, begging him to wake up, believing wholeheartedly that something had gone wrong and the curse had backfired.
Harry had lain in a coma for four days and thirteen hours after they'd taken him to St. Mungo's. Draco still felt bitterness twist his gut when he remembered how the rest of the world had celebrated the end of Voldemort's life, while those who loved Harry best sat by his bedside, pale-faced and red-eyed. Those few days were what had sealed his friendship with the Weasleys and Lupin. They, along with Harry, were his family now.
"Look," Harry said, laughing as he pointed at the page. "Would you believe it, Draco? They mentioned your flaxen hair!"
Draco's dark mood broke at the sound of Harry's laughter, and he managed a shaky smile, slipping his hand into Harry's. "Well, can you blame them?" he asked, running his free hand through the slightly damp strands.
"That's not all they mention," Hermione said, meaningfully. "Take a look at the footnotes."
Harry and Draco peered at the miniscule writing at the bottom of the page.
It is interesting to note that though Harry Potter credits his affection for Draco Malfoy for helping him defeat Voldemort, the two young men were childhood enemies. This is rumored to have changed in their seventh year at Hogwarts, due to the use of a forbidden curse and rampant hormones, but the story remains unconfirmed.
Harry laughed, and pulled Draco in for a kiss. "My forbidden love," he murmured against Draco's ear, his lips still curved in a smile.
"You great ponce," Draco muttered, but he couldn't stop his smile from widening into a proper one. He knew Harry was only trying to dispel the shadows in his eyes, but he didn't mind. Harry had a way of making Draco feel incredibly loved and happy, no matter what haunting memories lurked in his mind.
"My secret weapon."
Draco muffled a giggle, and turned to kiss Harry full on the mouth. Harry held him there and deepened the kiss.
"Bloody hell," Ron groaned. "Come on, Herm. Let's go check on the kids, you know what these two are like when they get started."
"My flaxen-haired lover," Harry teased, hardly noticing his friends leaving the table.
Draco laughed, and kissed Harry again, reveling in the warmth of his lips. "Yours, Harry, just yours," he whispered.

A/N:

Well, that's all folks...I hope you enjoyed this fic. Thank you so much for reading, and for your reviews. :o)
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