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The End Shall Come, And We Will Dance Forever	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6655 -:- 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 and Warnings: Both are located in chapter 1.

Author’s Notes: Again, I’m sorry about how long it took me to get the last chapter out. I hope that I can make it up to everyone with this chapter! I’m so happy that everyone loved my alternative to the Horcruxes. Thank you for all the reviews so far, and I love you, Jokes!

Chapter Twenty-Five—Part of Me

Vermillion and gold…emerald and silver…pitch and jade…platinum and slate…The colours mixed beautifully as two teenage boys met in a passionate embrace. From where she watched, they were gorgeous and perfect for one another. Neither boy knew that the woman was watching them with a tiny smile on her face. Both looked so much like the men who fathered them—tiny changes here and there the obvious influence of their mothers.

She watched as the blond pulled away, his pale skin flushed with arousal. He looked into the large, innocent-seeming eyes of his lover and smiled serenely. Never before had he seemed so at peace, so happy, so perfectly easy to shatter.

Bellatrix Black-Lestrange stepped away from her scrying dish with a satisfied smirk on her perfectly plump lips. Soon, her dear nephew and his adorable little lover would meet their end by her Master’s wand. Her husband and his brother would soon follow. Then, she would have everything she wanted.

Until then, she could be patient and wait.

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Harry and Draco waited patiently with Narcissa in the recuperating woman’s rooms as the rest of the school population returned to the castle for dinner on the first night back of the new term. Draco was reading a book about Potions that Hermione had sent him from France, while Harry was looking over his homework that was due the next day. Narcissa was quietly writing a letter to the goblins of Gringotts. She’d been advised by Bill Weasley—who was an almost dashing figure with his long, flame-red hair and dragon’s tooth earring— to ask the goblins discretely about the state of the dowry her family had provided upon her marriage to Lucius and all monies that she inherited after the passing of her parents.

Harry looked up from his parchment to find his lover’s mother staring sadly at her son. He’d sometimes seen Molly Weasley look that way at the twins after they’d quit Hogwarts in their seventh year before their joke shop took off. It was then that the regal and elegant woman really seemed like a loving mother to him. “Is there something I can do for you, Narcissa?” he asked softly.

She startled a little—a sign of how out of things she really was—and shook her head. “No, thank you, Mr Potter. I shall be well soon.”

Draco closed his book and took out his pocket watch. “We should head downstairs, Harry. It’s almost time for the feast, and we don’t want to be late. Ginny assures me that this is something that we don’t want to miss.”

“I still fail to see why being down at dinner is going to change anything about how I feel for her brother,” Harry said warmly.

“It is not about changing your ideas or feelings for the youngest Mr Weasley, Mr Potter,” Narcissa said softly. He looked over at her with a curious expression. It was the first time she had offered her opinion on the subject about his ex-best friend’s betrayal. “It is about showing the school population—and the Wizarding world—that you are not affected by their ridiculously small brains and opinions.”

“Mother is right, Harry,” Draco said as he came to stand beside him. “They are waiting for you to crack—same as always. You must show them that they will be waiting forever.”

Harry looked between the blonds and found that they shared the same stern, yet earnest look on their beautiful, patrician faces. He could feel his will to rebel evaporate. Merlin, if Voldemort had known about this weakness of mine before now, I’d have been doomed. He sighed heavily and packed his books back into his rucksack. “Fine, I’ll go down with you, Draco. But, we’re coming to see your mother before we go to bed.”

“Of course,” Draco replied with a smug smile. “Now, hurry or Granger and Neville will blame me if we’re late.”

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

Neville exited the threstral-drawn carriage he’d shared with Ginny, Luna and Hermione from the Hogwarts Express and stared up at the brightly lit castle. On the trip there, Ron and his group of cronies had been oddly silent. In fact, finding a trace of the arrogant, brash, and obnoxious redhead was futile. He’d tried, even though Ginny had told him that her brother had been punished and tortured by the twins during break.

The news had done nothing to make any of the friends less anxious to get back to the castle and see how Harry and Draco were holding up. Every letter they’d sent to the pair had been answered favourably, but Neville could feel the tension, anger, and betrayal that both of his friends felt through the parchment. With the arrival of every reply, Neville wanted to curse his grandmother so that he could return to Hogwarts and help his friends.

As he and the girls entered the castle, they saw Harry and Draco holding hands by the closed doors of the Great Hall, heads bent close together as they spoke lowly. The stone that had been sitting on Neville’s chest disappeared as he watched his two friends communicate. They appeared to be okay—at least on the surface.

When he was a few steps away, Harry’s dark head popped up and a bright smile lit up his face. “Nev, Gin, Luna, Hermione; we’re so glad you’re back.”

“Yes, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I’m relieved to see the four of you,” Draco added with a mock frown. “Maybe one of you will be able to talk some sense into this lout. He believes that he can give the Weasley twins competition for the best practical joker in Gryffindor tower.”

“Keep dreaming, Harry,” Ginny said as she took the older boy’s arm. “You just wait until I tell you what they did to Ron the morning that article came out.”

Neville watched as Draco’s frown became serious. He took the opportunity to step up to his blond friend and question him. “How’s he been during break, Draco?”

“Truthfully, Neville, I have no idea. He appears to be rather fine now, but he also has been rather lost in thought for the whole day. I fear for his homework.”

“Has he talked to you about the situation with Ron?”

“Not since the first day,” Draco said quietly as the group of friends headed towards the nearly deserted Slytherin table. They’d been eating there for nearly two months, since the Gryffindor table was usually host to the most of the sixth and seventh years. “I’ve tried to bring it up a few times since then, but he just gets that stubborn set to his jaw and shuts down.”

Neville felt whatever hope he’d had about his return to school die a horrible, vicious death. “Wonderful…how are we going to fix this then?”

“We talk to the others and jump him. He had a conversation with Dumbledore on New Year’s Eve, and he’s been more withdrawn since then,” the blond responded. “I haven’t been able to get either of them to tell me what they were talking about and it’s driving me insane.”

“Short drive,” Neville teased. That earned him a two finger salute from the posh blond and he couldn’t help but laugh. “It would be nice to know what they talked about though.”

“That was probably about Voldemort then,” Hermione answered from Draco’s other side. Both boys turned to stare at the girl, who they had forgotten was nearby as they talked. “Don’t look at me like that. Dumbledore and Harry usually have a chat around this time of year. I’m surprised they haven’t had more talks this year, since we’re all sure that at the end of this year will be the decisive battle between Harry and You Know Who. The headmaster has probably told Harry something about the connection between the two of them that has upset him.”

“What do you suggest I do, Granger?” Draco asked quietly. He looked just as desperate as he sounded.

“Just as you suggested,” she replied gently. “We tell Ginny and Luna and then corner him. He can’t escape that way. Trust me; I’ve been doing this for a while now. It’s become rather routine, sadly.”

Both boys gave her weak smiles. She was more than likely right, considering how close she and Harry had been since their first year. They would have to trust her more intimate knowledge of the way that Harry’s mind worked. She did have a point.

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Harry hadn’t expected that all of his friends would drag him up to the Room of Requirement and the now familiar sitting room, but he really should have. There was no way that Draco was going to pass on having back up to make Harry tell him what was wrong, and the others were all too willing to get Harry to share as well. Fighting all five of them would be an exercise in futility. With a huff, he threw himself onto the cushy loveseat and patted the cushion next to him for the blond. “Sit down and we’ll talk about what’s bothering me.” He turned his attention to Ginny and Luna, who appeared all too happy to follow his instructions. “You can also tell me what happened at the Burrow over break.”

Draco all but snuggled into Harry’s shoulder, something that had surprised Harry the first time they’d been left alone long enough for them to sit so close. At most, the dark-haired wizard had hoped Draco would hold his hand, but since the night that he and the Slytherin had agreed to begin dating, Draco had insisted on touching nearly all of the time—except in front of Narcissa. His boyfriend was still showing some propriety in front of his mother, which helped Harry to form a relationship with the woman he’d thought cold and uncaring.

Once everyone was seated and comfortable, Harry began their little discussion. “I don’t have to tell any of you that what I tell you here can’t leave this room, or everyone could be in a world of trouble.” He was met by four fierce nods and a raised, thin, blond eyebrow. “Fine, aside from Ron’s betrayal, which you all know about and there’s no reason to go into right now, there are two things that a lot of you are out of the loop concerning.” He looked at the blond teen at his side. “The first is Draco’s to tell if he wants.”

Harry watched as grey eyes flashed in annoyance before Draco nodded. “Yes, Severus faked the death of my mother and my unborn sibling to get them away from my sire and psychotic aunt. For the moment, my mother is in a suite of rooms for her safety. For how long, I don’t know. She is well, now that she has been seen by Madam Pomfrey, but I would like to keep up the charade that she and her unborn child died for as long as possible.”

Their friends agreed readily and the blond looked relieved. “Thank you.”

“Now that Draco’s bared his soul, I suppose it’s my turn. On New Year’s Eve, I met with Professor Dumbledore about a few things. The first was to talk about what Ron did. Draco and I have decided that whatever punishment that Arthur and Molly come up with is fine with us.” Draco stiffened next to Harry, and he could tell that he was going to be in trouble later for talking for his boyfriend, but that wasn’t the point right then. “Then we talked about the post situation. All letters except those from family and close friends is being burned, although Professor Flitwick reassures me that the post has lowered to a mere trickle over the last few days.”

“And you talked about Voldemort as well, Harry,” Luna said dreamily as she played with Ginny’s long hair. “We already assumed that. Can you tell us what you talked about?”

“Apparently because of the Blood ritual Riddle used for his resurrection, he’s made himself a Potter,” Harry said nastily. That tiny fact still angered him.

“You’re head of the Potter line, Harry,” Neville said thoughtfully. “I suppose that makes it your duty to punish him for going against the family’s ideology of Light magic.”

“Harry actually told me about the spell the Dark Lord and Wormtail used that night,” Draco said. “And by using Harry’s blood to get around the protections that his mother placed on him, Voldemort did make himself a Potter. Neville’s right. As head of the family, it’s your duty to kill him.”

“Well, that’s nice to know, considering there’s the whole prophesy saying that one of us has to go for the other to have a life.” Looking at his friends and boyfriend in turn, he continued on with his thoughts. “I would prefer if it was me that survived, but there’s no way to determine who will live after our final confrontation.”

“I refuse to sit here and listen to you feeling sorry for yourself, Harry James Potter,” Ginny snapped. “That kind of defeatist attitude is something that I would expect from his former ilk.” She was pointing heatedly at Draco as her brown eyes bored holes into Harry’s face.

“She’s right, you know,” Draco whispered. “There’s no point in you being the big, brave Gryffindor if you’re just going to think that you’re going to die. You have an advantage that He doesn’t.”

“And what’s that?” Harry asked, feeling more cowed by the tiny wavering in Draco’s normally confident tone than Ginny’s passionate words.

“Sanity,” Hermione finished.

“Thanks, guys,” Harry responded, feeling warmed at the show of support from his friends and lover.

“Now that we’ve all had our gang-up on Harry to find out what he’s been brooding over, can we discuss Ron?” Luna asked calmly, breaking through the tense atmosphere with her level-headedness.

“Yes, that would be lovely,” Hermione added. “I would like to know what it is that we’ll all be walking into once we reach the tower.”

“Well, the morning that the article was released, Ron left his bed very early,” Ginny said, relaxing into her girlfriend’s side as she spoke. “The twins and I had stayed up to make sure he didn’t do anything. I followed him downstairs while the twins set up a prank in his bedroom.”

“What was it?” Neville asked happily.

“Spiders,” Ginny said with a nasty smirk, “lots and lots of spiders, all over his bed. Since he doesn’t really pay attention when he’s going to bed, they were sure it would work.”

Hermione frowned, a thoughtful look on her face. “What was he doing, Ginny?”

“Waiting for Errol to deliver the Christmas edition of the Prophet, from what I could see. He read it, put it on the table, and went back to his room. His screams woke up the entire house, of course, so we all went down to breakfast. It was there that Bill and Charlie found the paper.

“Mum was livid, because the twins and I had already told her that we thought that Ron was going to do something against you, Harry.”

“It’s still a big step for Molly to assume that Ron had anything to do with that article,” Harry said sourly.

“Yeah, well, the Rita Skeeter by-line and the mention of ‘recent sources’ was enough for anyone who knew that bitch and you that it was Ron who helped her defame you and Draco all over the paper.”

“What did your parents do to him, Ginevra?” Draco asked. Harry was torn between agreeing with whatever the Weasleys had done to punish their youngest son and wanting to help Draco take out their own payback.

“Well, let’s see. First, they made him clean up all of the Christmas decorations, the Muggle way, as Bill watched him carefully. Then, he spent the rest of the vacation with Charlie, doing all of the repairs on the Burrow, by hand. Mum and Dad still haven’t weighed in on the whole thing. I think they’re still trying to come to terms with the fact that he betrayed someone who we all considered a member of the family.”

“I fail to see how a little manual labour makes up for the defamation of his best friend,” Draco snapped. “How is that acceptable punishment? He sold out Harry to Rita Skeeter. He put a target on my back. He added to the libel against Professor Dumbledore. He has compromised our entire effort against the Dark Lord, which is something that none of us needed at this point in time. And for what?”

“I think you might be making it a bit more than it really is, Draco,” Hermione said. “I don’t think that he’s undermined the entire effort, but he has proven that he’s a liability to Harry if he feels he’s been wronged.”

“Please, stop trying to defend your boyfriend, Granger,” the blond snapped back. “He’s reckless, hot-headed, arrogant, and useless. He feels that Harry betrayed him by befriending Neville and later dating me. He’s also laying the blame for the deterioration of your relationship and the distancing of his sister at Harry’s feet. Throughout this entire affair, he has refused to take responsibility for anything that has gone wrong. He’s unreasonable and out to hurt Harry. Therefore, he is the enemy now.”

“You make it sound like he’s going to go to Voldemort and join his ranks,” Ginny said quietly.

“No, Draco is making sense,” Neville added. “But, he’s not saying that. Ron’s more dangerous than a Death Eater right now. At least if that was the case, he’d be coming at Harry with his wand drawn out in the open. Ron’s worse. He’s got his wand behind his back and he’s waiting for Harry to let down his guard to cut him.”

“Exactly,” the blond said. “And I, for one, am not going to wait for him to do so.”

“Draco, what are you saying?” Harry asked, breaking his silence finally. “Anything that you do will be traced back almost automatically. I’m sure that Seamus, Dean and Justin are on high-alert now that their leader has been brought down. You and I would be the first suspects.”

“Harry,” Draco purred dangerously. “Are you saying that you don’t think that I can get my own justice against Weasley without getting caught? Do you have so little faith in me?”

The low pitch of his boyfriend’s voice made something in Harry’s stomach tighten and his pulse quicken. While it was incredibly sexy to see Draco so set on protecting him, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to his ex-best friend once the blond was done with him.

TBC

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