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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! As always, I am indebted to Jamie for all of her help! Enjoy the boys finally getting together. *wink wink*.

Chapter Twenty-Two - I Can't Wait To Touch You

Draco hadn’t stayed at Hogwarts for the Christmas holidays since fourth year and at that time the Triwizard tournament had been going on and there was the Yule Ball to look forward to. Now, however, the castle was practically a ghost town. In fact, he was pretty sure that the ratio of ghosts to mortals was radically in favour of the non-living. There were only two things that made it seem less lonely. His mother was safe and sound in the infirmary, recuperating at a good rate. And he was going to be able to spend his first Christmas with his new boyfriend, far away from Death Eaters and Lord Moldyshorts.

Before Neville and Hermione had boarded the train to London, he’d been warned to still stay close to Harry and to watch the other students that were staying. He didn’t know why they’d felt the need to warn him about that. The only students staying were a few younger Muggleborn Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors. There was little to no chance that they were related to the Dark’s activities. However, Draco was far from stupid, and he was going to stick to his boyfriend’s side like glue.

“Harry,” he started as they walked from the gates at the edge of the grounds back to the castle proper, “I think you should stay with me for the entirety of the holidays. I don’t like the idea of you being alone up in Gryffindor tower.”

“I’m not alone, Draco. A few of the younger years have stayed, but, if it makes you happy, I will,” the black-haired wizard teased.

“What would make me happy would be us and Mother back at the Manor, sitting in front of the huge fireplace in the family drawing room,” Draco said morosely. “As that is not likely to happen this year, having you in my room is the next best thing.” His breath caught in his throat when Harry flashed him a lopsided grin before leaning in to snog him soundly.

By the time they made it back inside, their faces were red from more than just the cold December winds.

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

Neville had second thoughts about leaving his two friends by themselves at the castle. He knew that Ron Weasley had something planned, but not what. The very fact that the redhead had been quiet since the Saturday before the term ended was enough to have the empath on high-alert. Sadly, he had no proof because every time he got near the other boy, Ron became quiet and stopped writing whatever it was he was working on. A discussion with Ginny had added to his hunch that he was up to something, so he’d made her promise to keep an eye on her brother during the Christmas holidays.

“As if you have to ask, Neville,” she’d answered while they were sitting together on the Hogwarts Express. “I’ve already written to Fred and George about how he’s been acting. I promise to write to you and Harry and Draco if he does anything that we’ll have to worry about.”

“He’s going to be very unhappy when Hermione’s mother surprises her with a trip to the French Riviera,” Luna had said airily. “In fact, he’s with some people who are adding to the Wrackspurts already crowding his brain. You should go check the last compartment, Neville.”

Giving his two friends a puzzled luck and a wry smile, Neville left the train compartment they were staying in and moved down the train like Luna had suggested. Through the window, he could see Ron talking with Justin Finch-Fletchley, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnegan. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, until the redhead began to yell at the other boys.

“I don’t care if he and Harry have become friends! He’s not to be trusted. We all know that his dad’s You Know Who’s right-hand man. The only reason the little tosser even came back was so he could get close to Harry and hand him over to the Dark side. It’s only a matter of time before he strikes,” Ron finished, his face as red as his hair.

“If that’s the case,” Justin said when Ron had calmed a little, “why’d you leave them alone in the castle? I only saw two third years staying in Gryffindor and a handful in the other houses. There's no guarantee what Malfoy’ll get up to with no one around but Dumbledore and Slughorn for company.”

“My mum wouldn’t let me stay,” Ron muttered. “Ever since Perce was attacked, she’s been going on and on about having the entire family safe and sound at home.” Neville watched as the redhead sunk into his seat. “If I’d had a choice, I wouldn’t have let the Ferret anywhere near my friend.”

“Yeah, well, there’s nothing to it now,” Seamus answered. “Nev and Harry have become as thick as thieves with Malfoy, yeah? Nev’s always been kinda discerning who his friends are, because of his Gran, so there’s got to be something worthwhile about Malfoy, right?”

“I don’t know, Seamus,” Dean said, scratching the side of his head. “Malfoy’s been quiet and he, Harry and Neville have become close lately, but I agree with Ron that it’s too coincidental that he, out of all the Slytherins missing, returned. Who knows what’s going to happen now that we’re all gone?”

“Exactly!” Ron nodded, slapping the dark-skinned boy on his bony shoulder. “That’s the spirit, Dean. Now, do you want to hear my plan or not?” The other three boys nodded excitedly before leaning in to listen to the redhead whisper to them. Neville attempted to listen in, but they were speaking too low for the words to carry.

‘That’s just terrific,´ he thought morosely as the train pulled up to the platform at King’s Cross Station. ‘Letters to Ginny and Harry it is then. At least Gin has the twins to help her keep an eye on Ron.’

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Hermione watched as the Weasleys left en masse, Ron still scowling, as he’d been doing since her mother told her about going to France with her paternal grandmother. When he’d asked if he could write her during the break, she’d agreed, but now she wondered if that was such a good idea. Luna had also said that she would write, and the bushy head girl could only say that she would respond back if she got a missive. The blonde had given her one of her creepy smiles before she and her father disappeared from sight.

“Is there something wrong, dear?” her mother asked, leaning heavily on her grandfather’s arm. She was still a little weak after the attack, but she was healing nicely and the Healers at St. Mungo’s had said that a vacation out of town would do a world of wonder.

“Not really, Mum,” she answered with a strained smile. “Just worried about Harry and Draco, I suppose.”

“Well, I’m sure that they will be fine at school over the break.” She patted Hermione’s arm affectionately. “Now, let’s get back home. I’m sure your grandmothers are about ready to tear into one another. Papa was unwilling to leave them alone together, but neither wanted to take the trip into London.”

“Yes, well, Abigail said that she’d be coming to town over her dead body,” her grandfather replied happily. “And since I’m still fond of the old girl, I figured it would just have to be me and you, Charlotte.”

“Yes, Papa.” Her mother held out her other arm for Hermione to take, which she willingly did. “Now, when we get home, we can pack and then tomorrow we’re off to France!”

The young woman tried to catch her mother’s enthusiasm, but there was something gnawing at the back of her mind about this whole holiday break, and it wasn’t just the recent murder of her father. Something was going to happen. Something bad.

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

It was after lunch time at the castle, and Harry was allowing Draco to drag him up to Gryffindor tower to pack his meager belongings for the rest of break. When he whispered the password to the Fat Lady, “Victorious Lion”, he pulled the blond into the common room and watched him flinch.

“How can you have stayed in this abominable place for seven years, Harry?” Draco asked with a sneer.

“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. “It’s the first place that’s actually ever felt right to me. When I first entered the tower, it was like coming home for the first time.” He shrugged. “It’s hard to explain, but I hardly notice the décor anymore, Draco.”

“Lucky you,” the blond drawled, crossing his arms and following Harry up the stairs to the boys’ dormitories. “I will be endeavouring to forget every second in this place.”

Harry smiled seductively as they reached the door to the room he shared with his yearmates and pulled the blond in. “Every second?” he whispered lowly, his smile growing when his boyfriend trembled against him.

“Well, perhaps not every second,” was the answer he received before crushing his lips against the other boy’s. He deepened the kiss when he felt Draco’s arms wrap around his neck and duck-walked towards the nearest bed. “Harry, I thought we were going to wait until we got back to the Slytherin dorms to do this,” Draco said when Harry’d moved on to leaving his mark on the pale column of the blond’s throat.

“Can’t wait,” he replied, rubbing his erection against Draco’s thigh, dragging a moan out of the both of them. “Need you now. Too much teasing.” He pulled back and pushed his boyfriend down against the crimson duvet, hastily undoing buttons and the snap on Draco’s trousers before pulling the offending fabric away. Once he had the blond down to his pants only, Harry took a hard, long look at the pale, toned skin in front of him and licked his lips in anticipation. “So bloody sexy.”

“Har-ry,” Draco pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. The black-haired wizard leaned over the top of him and nibbled at the soft flesh and Draco moaned in response as he rubbed his body against the rough fabric of Harry’s denim trousers and t-shirt. “More,” he whispered, hands reaching up to remove Harry’s glasses and tossing them away without a care.

Harry couldn’t remember how his clothes were removed, but the next thing he recalled was the feel of Draco’s very warm, smooth hand on his cock, pumping furiously, as he returned the favour. The blond under him was making delicious mewling noises as they wanked each other off, and he had to smother them with deep, bruises kisses so that no one would try to open the door they’d both forgot to lock.

The familiar tightening began in his balls and he licked Draco’s lips before pulling away, panting heavily. “Gonna come, Draco,” he said. The blond nodded absently, his grip on Harry’s cock becoming almost unbearable as he ran his thumb up and down the heavy pulsing vein on the underside and squeezing. “Fuck,” Harry swore as he leaned down and bit his lover on his shoulder while climaxing violently.

Draco shuddered in response as his own cock pulsed, shooting out sticky fluid that covered both of their chests and groins, and Harry collapsed bonelessly on top of him. The blond grunted before wrapping both of his arms around the boy above him. “We should really do that again,” he said quietly.

“Maybe next time we’ll even make it to your room before I have to have you,” Harry responded with a brief chuckle before he looked around. “Where are my glasses, Draco?”

“Accio Harry’s glasses,” the blond said, holding out his hand so they could smack into it, instead of the side of Harry’s head. He then handed them over.

The dark-haired wizard took his glasses gratefully, putting them on. That was when he noticed where they’d ended up exactly. “Um, Draco,” he started, but was interrupted by a tapping on the dorm room’s window. With a sigh, Harry extracted himself from the warm cocoon of Draco’s fine, lean limbs and made his way over, making sure to shake his naked arse a little.

“Who’s it from, Harry?” Draco asked from behind him.

“Dunno. I don’t recognize the owl,” he answered as he opened the window and the bird flew in. It hastily dropped the letter on Dean’s bed before shooting back out of the window. “Well, it must have been in a hurry,” he muttered as he picked up the letter.

“Don’t open it!” Draco shouted, jumping up with his hawthorn wand in hand. “It could be anything!”

“It could,” Harry said, his hand hovering over the parchment. “Except that’s Neville’s handwriting.”

“Longbottom?”

“Yes, our friend, Neville. Do you know any others?”

“No,” Draco snapped, using his wand to cast a cleaning spell on himself. Harry gave him a brief kiss before turning his attention back to the letter. When he was done, he’d crumpled the parchment into a little ball and he was frowning thoughtfully. “What did it say, Harry?”

“Nev’s warning us about Ron doing something over break.”

“What’s Weasley going to do while he’s back at his hovel and we’re here at the castle?”

“I don’t know, but if Nev’s worried enough to send this letter, I suppose we’d better keep our guard up.” Harry picked his wand up out of his jeans pocket and incinerated the letter before casting his own cleaning charm. “Well, at least I don’t feel guilty anymore.”

“Guilty about what?” Draco asked as he started to grudgingly pull his clothes back on.

“That was Ron’s bed we just wanked on.”

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

“Crucio!” Voldemort yelled, watching as Lucius screamed at his feet. His other servants stood in the loose circle around him and the blond, watching in absolute silence, aside from Bellatrix, who seemed to be cooing to her brother-in-law. After a long, sweet minute, he released the curse and watched as his proudest servant twitched on the ground. “You have disappointed me, Lucius. First, you allowed Narcissa and her unborn child to die. Now, your son has failed to come back from Hogwarts. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he was aware of what we had planned for him.”

“I-I d-didn’t t-tell him anything, M-my Lord,” Lucius stuttered.

The Dark Lord responded by kicking the man. “I did not tell you to speak, Luciussssssssss,” he hissed in irritation. “You will write to young Draco and demand that he return home for Eassster. I believe I am being mosssst fair in thisssssss matter, don’t you?”

“Yes, My Lord,” his servant answered.

Voldemort waved one spidery hand, allowing Crabbe and Goyle to help the tall, blond up from the ground. “Ssssseverussss, how doessss your potion for me procccccceed?”

The lanky, dark man stepped forward, kneeling before him and kissed the hem of his robes. “It goes as planned. I only require the last item, My Lord.”

“Yesssss, that will be tricky,” Voldemort said, tapping a finger against his lipless mouth. “Travers, Yaxley, Mulciber, Rowle and Alecto, you five will go ssssearch for me. I require a new Philossssspher’s Sssstone.”

TBC

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