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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, implied slash, Ron-bashing

Author’s Notes: Many thanks to everyone who’s reviewed so far! As always, I am indebted to Jokes for all of her help! Also, just a warning, this chapter is going to offend anyone who is still a fan of Ron for this story. Sorry. It’s completely his fault this time!

Chapter Twenty-Three – Just to Hurt You

Ginny looked over and George and Fred as they watched their brother Ron write out what could only be a letter. They still couldn’t tell what he’d been doing for the last two days since they’d returned from Hogwarts. Her anxiety had reached new heights when Neville had sent her that letter about what happened on the train home. “Alright, you two, what are we going to do?” she asked, shoving her hair behind her ears, an obvious sign of her frustration.

“Well, we could intercept the letter after he sends it,” George offered.

“Or, we could tackle him to the ground before he has a chance to attach it to Pig’s leg,” Fred added.

“We could always give him a sound thrashing on pure principle,” George said.

“That’s always a good plan,” Fred said, smiling impishly.

“Not helpful though,” Ginny said. “We all know that whatever he’s doing it’s to do with Harry and Malfoy.”

“Well, obviously,” the twins chorused. “I heard him talking to Seamus about putting Malfoy in his place,” Fred said, frowning.

“Yeah, and he told that Hufflepuff Justin that Harry needs to learn a lesson about mucking about in other people’s relationships,” George added, mirroring his twin’s facial expression.

Ginny huffed. “None of this is helping us,” she said, looking back at her other brother as he continued to scratch out words on the parchment he’d been working on steadily. “I’m worried about how his relationships with Harry and Hermione will suffer because he’s being a prat.”

“Well, Gin, really, there’s not much you can do to help him if he’s determined to have it all fall down around his ears, you know,” Fred said, patting her on the shoulder.

“I know, but he’s just being so stupid,” she whispered heatedly. “Malfoy’s not out to hurt Harry. If anything, he’s doing a better job of watching his back than the rest of us could have imagined. I swear he doesn’t even let Harry out of his sight if he can help it.”

“Well, it’s nice to know that we’re leaving our adopted brother in good hands,” George said.

“Speaking of, we should write the two a letter,” Fred said excitedly.

“Yes, let’s,” George crowed, running to their old room quickly.

“Don’t tease them too badly,” Ginny called after them, knowing it was an exercise in futility. Now, if only she had any idea what to do about Ron…

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

Draco patted the hand that he held as he sat next to his mother’s bed. She had yet to wake up, and Christmas was only two days away. The bruises and cuts she’d been covered in the first day had healed nicely, allowing her to resemble the woman that Draco remembered seeing before the summer between fourth and fifth years. It was only the laboured breathing that shattered his little bubble of denial. “Mother, I have much to tell you,” he whispered sadly. “How I wish you would wake up so that I could talk to you about Harry.

“He’s nothing like I imagined.” A small smile broke out on Draco’s face, softening his sadness a bit. “He’s smart and funny. He stood up for me when the other students were all against me, and he and Neville—Longbottom, that is—are some of the best people I’ve met.”

He listened to Narcissa’s breathing and the smile died. “Harry even made nice with Severus when he brought you here.” A tiny bit of hysteria crept up and Draco had to fight it down. “Mother, I don’t know what to do. Father has demanded that I return home for Easter holidays, and I know that he will want for me to take the Dark Mark. I don’t want to become a Death Eater or fight against Harry. I-I think I love him, Mother. Father will probably kill me when he finds out that I am seeing Harry Potter, but I don’t care.”

The silence stretched out before Draco, making him feel small and insignificant. “I’m terribly frightened, Mother, more so than when Father, Aunt Bella and Voldemort returned to our house. It feels as if I’m just waiting for something to happen to either my father or my boyfriend. Now that you and my unborn sibling are safe, I can breathe easier on that front. However, I know that I shall still lose someone that I care for by the end of everything.

“Uncle Severus is playing an even more dangerous game than I am. I only hope that he can help Daphne and Astoria. They don’t deserve what’s happening to them.”

A sudden pressure on his hand made him focus on his mother’s face, which was scrunched up in pain. “What is it? Do I need to call Madam Pomfrey?”

“Dra…co…” Narcissa whispered harshly, struggling to open her eyes. “Where…”

“Shh, Mother, relax,” Draco answered happily. “You’re at Hogwarts, in the hospital wing. You’re very ill. Let me call the Mediwitch and she can take a look at you.” He let go of her hand and ran to Madam Pomfrey’s office. “Madam, my mother is awake now!”

“Oh, dear, that’s so good to hear,” the school nurse said with a bright smile. “Now, I’ll need you to stay out of the way so that I can run my tests.”

Draco watched with an intense ache in his chest as the woman cast spell after spell on his mother and a quill took notes beside her. It seemed like it took forever before it was over and the Mediwitch was consulting the parchment. After a few “hms” and “ahs”, the witch smiled again. This one seemed a little more sympathetic than her previous one. “Well, Draco, your mother and unborn sibling are well, considering her condition when Severus brought her in a few days ago.”

“How long before she can be moved to a private room out of the hospital wing?” Draco asked calmly, surprised at how smooth he sounded.

“Well, that is for Professor Dumbledore to determine,” Madam Pomfrey said carefully. “Your mother is still weak from the damage, and it will be a few days before I’d even consider letting her walk around the infirmary, but I can imagine that she will be awake and ready to talk sometime in the morning. My suggestion is that you head down to dinner and tell Mr. Potter your good news.” The woman gave him a conspiratorial wink. “I will even allow the two of you sit with her in the morning, if she’s feeling up to it.”

“I want to stay,” he demanded, still uneasy about leaving his mother alone when this was the first sign of her recovery.

“I think not, Mr. Malfoy. Your mother is a very ill woman and needs more rest. You have been here all morning and afternoon.” Pomfrey folded her arms across her ample chest, and Draco felt the desire to shrink back from the diminutive woman’s animosity. “I indulged you because it is Christmas Eve, but you will go eat dinner with the rest of the group and spend time with your friend. I will not have you underfoot all evening. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” he snarled angrily. He couldn’t believe how easily she had cowed him, and he didn’t like it. One bit.

“Don’t be like that, Draco,” Pomfrey said kindly, patting his arm. “As I said, they’re fine now. Narcissa is likely to do nothing but sleep until morning. Besides, it is Christmas Eve, and I’m sure that Harry would like to spend some time with you.” She gave him a fresh smile. “I would also watch out for any mysterious mistletoe around the castle. Just in case.”

Although not completely happy with the situation, Draco did see the logic in her argument. He was hungry. He did miss Harry. This was their first holiday as a couple and he was contemplating spending it with his sleeping mother. Instead of shagging like demented rabbits, as he’d had planned before Severus had shown up with Narcissa. “You win, Madam, but Harry and I shall return in the morning. Make no mistake of that.”

“I await your arrival with bated breath,” she teased, casting a few more testing spells on his mother’s softly slumbering form. “And don’t worry. Should something happen, I will alert you immediately.”

“Thank you,” he said gratefully, turning around and leaving the infirmary with a lighter heart. For the first time since he received Severus’s letter about his mother’s condition—no, for the first time since he heard that his mother and aunt were both pregnant—Draco felt like he could breathe. They were really safe this time. The only thing that would make everything perfect was Voldemort’s defeat and the imprisonment of Lucius.

One thing at a time, he thought as he sped through the halls of Hogwarts towards the Great Hall and his boyfriend.

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

Harry looked up as Draco entered the Great Hall and took the seat next to him. It was Christmas Eve, and the blond looked positively radiant. He cocked his head to study the man beside him to figure out what it was exactly that was so different. The Slytherin’s face was a passive, expressionless mask. His posture was its usual, unnatural, backer-board straight. But the gleam in his lovely silver eyes was gleeful. Something good must have happened. Is it his mother?

“Draco?” he whispered, taking the blond’s hand under the table, ignoring the stare from a heavy pair of twinkling blue eyes protected behind half-moon spectacles. “What’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you after dinner, Harry,” Draco replied coolly before beginning to eat daintily.

Harry watched him for a few minutes, enjoying watching Draco savour every bite. It was practically sexual the way the blond placed the food in his mouth and closed his eyes as he chewed slowly. It wasn’t until he was caught by the object of his infatuation that Harry turned to his own food, face burning in embarrassment. He didn’t have to see the pleased grin that Draco wore. It was enough that one of the blond’s long-fingered hands slipped to his thigh and squeezed it gently before disappearing again.

No sooner was pudding finished than Draco was practically dragging Harry out of the Great Hall towards the Slytherin dorms. He debated asking his boyfriend what was wrong, but figured it would be pointless until they were alone. When they were back in the dark-coloured common room, Draco turned his happy, smiling face towards Harry, and the Gryffindor found it hard to breathe. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on now?” he croaked after they’d stared at one another for a few long, tense minutes.

“She’s awake, Harry,” Draco said calmly. The way he held himself as if he was going to break apart any second gave away his anxiety, to Harry at least, but he was almost the same boy/man he’d met earlier that year in an abandoned classroom after having a run-in with his ex-girlfriend.

“That’s brilliant,” Harry replied, wrapping his arms around his lover. “Did you get to talk to her?”

“Not much,” Draco mumbled into his shoulder as he wrapped slim arms around Harry’s waist. “Madam Pomfrey said that we could see her in the morning.”

“Christmas morning?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, Christmas morning,” Draco said with a happy sigh. They stayed like that, holding onto each other, thinking about the great news they’d received. It could have been two seconds and it would have still felt like forever, but it was the blond who pulled back a little to look at Harry directly in the eye first. “Shall I give you your present now, or do you want to wait until the morning?”

Harry blinked, absorbing the double meaning in Draco’s seductive purr and the heavy-lidded, lust-blown pupils. “Now,” he rasped, not caring what it was really. He knew he was going to enjoy whatever it was that Draco had in mind.

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

BOY WHO LIVED TAKES UP WITH DEATH EATER’S SON?

by Rita Skeeter

Recent sources have brought to light a curious fact about Harry Potter, one that sheds a certain amount of doubt on his suitability as the so-called Chosen One. In spite of having been in a relationship recently with the beautiful Ginevra Weasley and, previously, the exotic Cho Chang, it seems that the Boy Who Lived doesn’t actually have any interest in the ladies at all.

Or does he?

It’s entirely possible that the situation isn’t quite what it seems. Why, you ask yourselves? Because his new beau is none other than Draco Malfoy, one of few Slytherin students who returned to Hogwarts during the most recent term, and son of a man who once claimed Imperius at his trial only to later go on and murder innocent Wizarding folk in full view of several witnesses. How far does the apple fall from the tree in this case? Did the younger Malfoy follow in his father’s footsteps? Is he leading the too innocent Boy Who Lived into a trap that will be his undoing? Is he, perhaps, the cause of the rift in the romance between Ginevra Weasley and Harry Potter, once thought to be a perfect couple?

Or is that wrong? Perhaps the young Tri-Wizard champion has a plan of his own. Perhaps, it’s not the young Malfoy controlling the situation at all and Harry Potter fully intends to take the Malfoy family in hand through its scion? It’s not outside the realm of possibility for the Boy Who Lived to want to take charge of such a powerful political opponent after all.

Unfortunately, there is no way to tell. Worse, even if there was, there is nothing any of us could do about it given their current location. Hogwarts, in spite of the numerous bad choices of its Headmaster, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, is still one of the most secure places in Wizarding Britain. A summary of the bad choices in question can be outlined on page five, including the situation with the werewolf four years ago, the bad choice that was having a false Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody as a teacher three years ago, and some answers to questions posed by readers over the appointment of Severus Snape as a permanent teacher sixteen years ago.

So many mistakes can only lead this humble reporter to one conclusion: our young hero is on his own.

Good luck, Harry Potter; you’ll need it.

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

Ron took the Christmas edition of the Daily Prophet from Errol before he could crash into the back kitchen window and gave him a piece of a roll from dinner the night before. Looking over the front article, he couldn’t help but smile at the image of Harry as he tried to duck the camera. Skeeter was still useful, especially if the article allowed her to out Harry, malign a prat like Malfoy, and make digs at Dumbledore’s reputation. All one needed was an allusion to her unregistered Animagus status.

If his former best mate wanted to sabotage his relationship with Hermione, well, then he was just going to have to deal with the fact that the entire Wizarding world now knew he was shagging Malfoy, including Malfoy’s prissy-arse father. That would teach that prat about sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.

With a satisfied sigh, Ron carefully set the paper on the kitchen table for everyone to see and headed back up to his room. Good luck indeed, Potter, he thought viciously as he checked and double-checked to make sure that the twins and Ginny hadn’t left any presents for him while he was downstairs. When his door came up clean, he entered his room, ready for a few more hours of sleep before the shit hit the farm.

Hm, that doesn’t make any sense. I think I might have heard that saying wrong. I’ll have to ask Dean or Justin about it when we get back to school for spring term.

With a shrug, he crawled into his bed, pulling the orange duvet all the way up to his nose. It wasn’t until it was too late that he realised that there was something wrong about his bed. It felt as if it was moving, entirely too…fuzzy?

Slowly, he pulled his comforter down and leaned over to look at the dark spots on his sheets. He was close and felt his skin beginning to pebble in fear. Everywhere he looked, he was surrounded by spiders. Furry, multi-eyed, eight-legged monsters of all sizes, shapes, and colours...

With no mind to dignity or sleeping family members, he let out a shriek so girly that the twins, who’d been waiting on the landing under Ron’s after he’d headed upstairs, thought they’d gotten Fleur at first. It was when they saw Ginny, Fleur, the rest of their brothers, and their parents all looking at them that they finally caved in and laughed until they cried.

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

Warmth, he was surrounded by warmth. And darkness. But, wait, that was because he was still held tightly in the grip of a wonderful dream. Surely that was the only reason that he would be experiencing such delicious pleasure. No way would I be able to wake up to this, Harry thought morosely, his eyelids fluttering with a very exciting pull on his cock. Another strange feeling, a vibration that went straight through his erection and travelled all the way to his toes, had him moaning. His eyes flew open and he moaned again.

Looking down his body, he could see a suspicious lump above his groin that was slowly bobbing up and down. Dear Merlin, is he really…Oh, yes, that feels… “Draco,” he crooned after a decidedly pleasurable suck. “Draco, yessssss…”

Without warning, the duvet flew up and Draco stopped what he was doing, making Harry groan in disappointment. “Happy Christmas, Harry,” the blond rasped, a self-satisfied smirk gracing his patrician face.

“It was happy, until you stopped, you bloody prat,” Harry griped, pulling Draco down to give him a hard, punishing kiss. He was rewarded with a little squeak of surprise from the other boy before he moaned lustily into Harry’s mouth. Harry was sure he could taste something slightly bitter on Draco’s tongue, and it took him a few moments to realise that he was tasting himself from his lover. When they were both panting, Harry allowed Draco to turn his head so they could breathe. “Now, what was that about? Not that I’m complaining, mind.”

“I wanted to try it.” Harry could feel heat on the shoulder Draco was resting against, and he knew right away that the blond was blushing. “Blaise was always bragging about how great it feels to give and receive.”

“Yes, they’re great to receive, but I don’t know about giving,” Harry murmured as he ran a hand through dishevelled blond locks. “I’ve never done that myself.”

“Who gave you—”

“You don’t want me to answer that, Draco.”

“Oh,” Draco responded flatly, trying to push himself off of Harry’s body. Dull, lifeless grey eyes pinned the black-haired teen when he refused to let his lover go.

“We never…you know,” Harry said, blushing in discomfort. “It was only a few times, but since our relationship didn’t last that long, we never did anything…more.”

“So, you’re a…”

“Virgin? Yeah, I guess.”

“Good,” Draco said, wrapping his lean arms around Harry’s neck possessively before he began rubbing his long body against Harry’s. Their erections touched, sending a bolt of electricity up and down Harry’s spine as he bucked his hips up to regain the sensation. “What do you want me to do now, Potter?”

“Want to fuck you, Malfoy,” Harry said with a moan. “Fucking cock tease.”

Draco smiled down at him, looking very happy—and pleased with himself—when a tapping against the enchanted window drew both boys’ attention. “Fuck, I am going to have to tell Sev that his timing stinks.”

Harry dropped his arms to the bed with a litany of curses in his head. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Every goddamn time Draco and I get anywhere close to fucking, fucking Snape has to send a fucking letter and ruin the moment. I’m going to skin his bloody arse the next time I see him. See if I don’t, you sadistic dickwad!

He could hear it as Draco made his way to the window and let out a horrified gasp. Instantly, he was upright and dashing to his lover’s side. “What is it?” he asked. He should have saved his breath. In Draco’s hand was a copy of the day’s Daily Prophet, his face gracing the front page, above the fold, with the headline screaming about their relationship. Then he caught the by-line. “I’ll fucking kill her!”

Draco dropped the paper as a flurry of owls swooped in through the open window, each one clutching a dreaded, familiar red envelope. “Oh, Merlin,” he whimpered.

The two boys stood in horror as the birds released the Howlers on the floor in front of them before turning back around and flying out the window. One by one, the envelopes opened and the shouting began. Harry looked over at Draco as each new attack on their relationship started, watching as the blond’s face grew more and more withdrawn and expressionless, and the mischievous gleam in his eyes faded until they were nothing more than dull slate in colour.

With a snarl, Harry grasped Draco’s arms, turning his lover to face him. “I don’t care what they say, Draco. They’re idiots. You’ve not put me under some stupid spell or love potion or mind control artefact or whatever rubbish they’re all spouting. Don’t listen to a single word of their stupid, mindless ranting.” He could see two spots of colour returning to Draco’s pale face and his eyes taking on a more silvery shade. “They know nothing about our relationship, and they can all fuck themselves for all I care.”

“You know who’s responsible, don’t you, Harry?” Draco asked after the last Howler tore itself into tiny, smoking bits.

“Yeah, I do. It was Ron.”

TBC

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