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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 and Warnings: Both are located in chapter 1. This chapter contains explicit descriptions of slash sex.

Author’s Notes: Last chapter was really very Draco-centric, wasn’t it? Oh well. Thank you to all of my reviewers and to Jokes, who continues to make me squeal with her lovely insight and help. This chapter also contains explicit slash sex.

Chapter Twenty-Eight—Waiting For You

Lucius decided it was about time to check on the family tapestry back at Malfoy Manor. Something had been bothering him since his last conversation with Bellatrix regarding family. His sister-in-law-cum-lover had mentioned that once Rudolphus and Rabastan were dead that she would destroy that particular Lestrange family artefact and be more than willing to combine the family fortunes once she and Lucius were married. He knew that the feeling would go away once he’d looked at the many generations of Malfoys spanning nearly a millennium.

Getting into his ancestral home had been ridiculously easy. Voldemort’s paranoia about not returning to the majestic medieval hold was unfounded. The Ministry and Dumbledore’s pathetic Order did not have it under surveillance. The wards would have told Lucius the moment he Apparated onto the grounds. And how he’d missed his beloved peafowl as they strutted regally along the lush lawn, their pale and pure feathers a lovely contrast to the green of the grass they moved upon.

With a sigh, he turned towards the Manor, sending the house-elves that had come up to him, scrambling in fear of his ire. He ignored them and purposefully stalked through the palatial halls of his family home before he reached his destination.

He drew to a halt before a heavy iron door that bore the Malfoy crest—a snake in the form of a figure eight, devouring its own tail, before a field of silver birch trees—and placed his hand before the snake’s dangerous mouth. The unsettling feeling of the raspy, metallic tongue ghosted over his palm before the door swung open on quiet hinges. With a smile, he stepped into a room that only Malfoys and their spouses had seen since the Manor had been built and looked at the family heirlooms.

Lord Voldemort might have been the last heir to the great Salazar Slytherin, but not even he had a family legacy that was as great as this. A gate, much like the one in the Department of Mysteries, whispered its haunting swan song against the left wall, trying to tempt those stupid enough to try and steal from the Malfoys to come and see what was behind it. On the right wall, rich paintings spanning from the times of the great Wizarding masters to a painting that Lucius had purchased for Narcissa in Paris on their honeymoon stared back at him.

However, on the far wall was his goal. The tapestry was the same shade of silver that made up the Malfoy crest, but was in the shape of the majestic eagle—another nod to the Roman flair his family had adopted ages ago. At the top was the first of the Malfoys, Hector-François Malfoi, and his wife, Penelope Decroix-Malfoi. At the bottom, near the tail feathers of the eagle, he found what he was looking for: Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, Narcissa Regina Black-Malfoy, and Draco Lucius Malfoy. However, what he was not expecting was to see another name on the tapestry, one that could only have come from Narcissa herself: Amarys Druella Black-Malfoy.

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Justin leaned in close to Ron while they sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall for dinner and whispered, “Just how long are your brothers going to continue to follow us around? It’s getting rather creepy.”

“Yeah, I know, but Mum and Dad made it clear that I was not to make a peep or that I’d find myself out of here so fast that my head would explode,” Ron muttered darkly. “So, they’re here to make sure I don’t. I guess they’re staying as extra protection for Potter and his group as well.”

“Me mam isn’t too happy about the fact that Dumbledore’s let Harry and Malfoy cavort about the halls lately,” Seamus said, frowning as he looked over at the sparsely populated Slytherin table.

Cavort about? Ron thought sarcastically. Seamus’s been spending too much time with the Ravenclaw girls if he’s saying stuff like that.

“I haven’t tried to explain what’s going on to my parents,” Dean added. “Otherwise, my mum would take me out of school and I’d be shipped off to Muggle secondary school before I could blink.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean, Dean,” Justin said. “My mom’s been reading the Prophet religiously since fifth year and every other day I get a letter from my dad’s brand new screech owl saying he’s willing to find me a tutor for any schooling I need if things get too dangerous here.”

“No offence, Thomas,” Su Li—a pretty Chinese Ravenclaw girl in their year—said, “or Finch-Fletchley, but your parents are idiots. The worst thing they could do would be to remove you from Headmaster Dumbledore’s protection and Hogwarts’s wards. The Dark Lord seems to have a special hatred of Muggleborns, if you heard what happened to Granger’s parents before the Christmas hols.”

“Yes, you’re right, Su,” Padma Patil said to her housemate with an affected sniff. “However, I think he went after Granger’s parents specifically because she’s friends with Harry Potter. That is one of the reasons that I’m glad I went to Ravenclaw.”

“You may be correct,” Su responded, running a hand through her long, dark hair and snagging Ron’s attention from his plate.

Okay, so, she’s kinda like Cho Chang and Hermione put together. Does that make it awkward if I ask her to go to Hogsmeade with me? Now that ‘Mione’s with Neville and Potter’s with Malfoy, it wouldn’t be as if I was trying to replace either of them, yeah? He cleared his throat nervously when the girl’s liquid brown eyes stared at him as if he was a specimen. “So, um, Li, I was wondering if you and your friends would like to come with us guys to Hogsmeade for the weekend.”

He watched as she, the Patil twins, Lavender Brown and Susan Brown all exchanged looks before the Chinese girl nodded. “We’d love to,” she answered with a wide smile.

“Aw, is ickle Ronniekins finally flirting with a girl who’s not Hermione?” George teased as he and Fred paid attention to the conversation finally.

“Our little Ronnie’s all growed up, Gred,” Fred replied as he wiped away faux tears.

“I know, Forge. Whatever are we going to do?” George asked, sounding hysterical and making Su look back and forth between the three Weasley brothers as if they were all insane. Ron wanted to groan in despair as she stood up from the table and the rest of the girls got up with her without a word.

“I hate you both so much right now,” he whispered harshly. “When this is all over, I’m going to find all those hexes ‘Mione always threatened me with and try them on you two.”

“You can try—” Fred started.

“—but we’ve got loads more experience at revenge, dear little brother,” George finished.

“Besides, which, you might want to watch what you do.”

“Mum and Dad won’t appreciate it if they have to come get you because you’ve been expelled for being a great big prat.”

“Yeah, even we haven’t done that—”

“—and don’t think we didn’t try.”

Annoyed and fed up with his brothers’ twin act, Ron stood up from the Gryffindor table and stomped out of the Great Hall, determined to ignore them.

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Dinner in the Great Hall was torture without Harry by his side. Neville, Granger, Lovegood and the Weaslette all carried on like nothing was different as they ate at the Slytherin table, but Harry sat on the other side of Neville and the looks he gave Draco made the blond wiggle in his seat. Even though the house-elves had outdone themselves with the Yorkshire pudding that night, Draco found it impossible to eat more than a few bites before his attention drifted over to his boyfriend.

“Don’t you think, Draco?” Granger asked, kicking him harshly under the table to get his attention for the fourth time.

“Don’t I think what, Hermione?” he responded through clenched teeth. She’s as bad as Pansy ever was with the violent tendencies. I’ll have a bruise on my shin from her pointy shoes if she does that again.

“Don’t you think that Friday’s Charms lesson was enlightening?” the brunette asked, batting her eyelashes coyly.

He eyed her distastefully, trying to figure out what she was getting at. Friday’s Charms lesson was about… “Yes, I’ve always wondered how to cast a Disillusionment Charm,” he managed to drawl, squirming in his seat as Harry’s eyes all but bored a hole in his head. “It’s about time that they began teaching us spells that will be useful.”

“It is a shame that we don’t really learn many Healing spells,” Ginevra said. “Some of us might like to know them for the future.”

“Well, I’ll admit that it would be nice to know at least the more common spells,” Neville added, “but unless you’re going to be a Healer or a mediwitch or –wizard, I don’t think we’ll need the more advanced or complicated spells.”

“Oh, I’m sure that Professor Flitwick will get around to it,” Lovegood said in her dreamy voice. “Well, if the Hugglesnorts don’t get him first.”

Instead of asking the blonde girl what in the world she was talking about, Draco looked down at his nearly full dinner plate and tried to force his stomach to calm down long enough so that he could eat. Harry’s presence at the table meant that he was going to speak with Draco afterwards—and the looks he was giving were definitely encouraging—but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t nervous about what would happen between them. I’ll have to apologise at the least, he thought, frowning. That doesn’t mean that we won’t dissolve into shouting, yet again, but I hope that we don’t. Perhaps Mother is right and that I should try to step outside of my comfort area.

Draco looked beyond Neville to see Harry looking at him with wide, dewy, green eyes that made it difficult to breathe. I want him so much. His cheeks flamed as he remembered how voracious their appetites were for one another. I doubt there will be anyone so well suited to me. He is worth a little humbling on my part. No one need know about that other than Harry, Mother, and me.

When Harry stood from the table, mumbling about needing a walk after spending so long in bed, their friends all waved him off while shooting Draco looks of varying degrees of impatience to follow after Harry. The blond waited for the doors of the Great Hall to close quietly behind his boyfriend before he rose to meet him. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go apologise for being a prat,” he said gently, earning him smiles from the others.

“It’s about time,” Ginevra teased.

“I agree,” Neville added softly, his brown eyes steady and strong.

Where did Neville find his backbone to finally stand up to others and stop cowering? I do wish he’d tell me so that I could leech some of that silent strength, Draco thought sadly.

One of the Gryffindor’s warm, strong, and large hands rested on Draco’s forearm—where the Dark Mark would rest if his sire had had any say in the matter—and squeezed gently. “Just speak honestly, Draco,” Neville whispered passionately. “Harry will understand, so long as you can control your own temper. He’s not unreasonable, no matter that you’ve always been able to piss him right off.”

Draco nodded, knowing that most of the fights he’d had with Harry over the years were mostly because he was the first to sink into childish remarks and behaviours. “Thank you,” he replied before heading in the direction of the Entrance Hall, and the Room of Requirement beyond that. As he left, he could feel many pairs of eyes on him—some of them friendly, others not, and one that made the space between his shoulder blades itch furiously. However, he didn’t stop to see who it was.

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

Brown eyes so dark they were nearly black followed the progress of Malfoy’s steps as he walked through the Great Hall alone—no doubt chasing after Potter like a whipped puppy. If only I had the order to take care of that pathetic ponce. Alas, but that honour is being left for Malfoy’s father. It is a shame.

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Harry paced back in forth in the Room of Requirement as he waited for Draco. I shouldn’t have let him come up here by himself. I should have waited for him down by the doors. I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to him. No doubt that he left all of our friends in the Great Hall, smirking at his back. He raised his hands and pulled at his hair in frustration. I should have taken his letters over the weekend. I shouldn’t have blown up at him. It was just a stupid fight. Oh, Merlin, please don’t let anything happen to Draco. Please…

The door creaked open and Draco stepped through, safe and sound. Harry, even though he knew that they had so much to talk about, felt relief sweep through him and grabbed the blond up in a tight embrace as the door shut with a soft snick, as if it was on one of the Muggle automatic springs. Draco came to him, soft and pliant, wrapping long and lean arms around Harry’s neck with a shy smile gracing his beautiful mouth.

It was too much, and Harry began ravishing his lover with tongue, teeth, and lips—anything that he could use. Draco helped by wrapping his long legs around Harry’s waist, allowing the frenzied Gryffindor to carry his lover over to the bed that magically appeared, the room sensing their need of it. Harry dropped Draco onto the bed, his eyes drinking in the sight of the flushed, obviously aroused blond as his chest heaved and Draco looked up at him with lust-blown grey eyes. “Merlin,” Harry growled before he leaned over and began stripping their clothes with total abandon.

First to go were Draco’s beige cashmere jumper and Harry’s rougher wool jumper. Harry drank in the absolutely fuckable vision of Draco’s pale, lightly muscled chest. He kicked off his shoes without thought as he leaned over to bite one of the pink, hard nubs that teased him with its perfection. As his teeth applied pressure to the silken flesh, Draco let out a moan that went right to Harry’s trapped and straining cock.

With renewed zest, Harry’s hands flew to Draco’s belt buckle, but long-fingered hands grasped his wrists and squeezed gently. Looking up, Harry noticed that Draco was shaking his head as if to clear it. “What?” he growled.

“Need to…talk, Harry,” Draco panted as he attempted to pull himself up into a semi-reclined, sitting position.

“We can talk later,” the dark-haired boy responded, using his superior weight to keep Draco pinned to the bed underneath him.

Draco’s eyes fluttered, but Harry could see his jaw clench and the pressure on his hands increased. “No, we need to talk now,” the blond persisted.

Knowing his lover’s stubbornness, Harry sighed and put his head on Draco’s chest and got comfortable on top of the Slytherin. “Okay, talk.”

“You’re not even going to move.” It wasn’t a question and Draco’s deep, smooth voice held no audible inflection so Harry knew he wasn’t upset. “Fine. I’m sorry. I overreacted to the news of Mother and Amarys staying with Aunt Andromeda at the Black house. Mother and Fred reassured me that I’m an idiot and that I should beg for your forgiveness.”

“They’re right,” Harry muttered, placing a kiss to Draco’s chest. “You should. I don’t need it though. It’s enough that you’re here right now.” He felt a hand running through his messy locks and he smiled fondly.

“Mother and Andromeda and have been speaking via owl. Evidently, Aunt Andromeda and Molly Weasley have been making your house hospitable. She told me there’s even an elf, if one can call it such, that goes with the house.”

“I know. I would have told you if you’d have let me.” The hand in his hair tightened momentarily.

“Yes, again, I’m an idiot,” Draco said huffily. “I’m sorry.”

“I forgive you,” Harry said quietly, enjoying the intimacy greatly. He was surprised when the hand in his hair yanked his head up and his mouth was attacked by Draco with an intensity that made their previous flailing seem pathetic in comparison.

Not needing further encouragement, Harry resumed stripping them by running his hands down Draco’s legs to his feet before yanking off his expensive loafers. Draco’s hands slid down his flanks, resting on the button and zip of Harry’s jeans. Harry responded by undoing Draco’s belt buckle and unfastening the buttons down the front of his soft, grey, brushed-cotton trousers. Almost as one, both boys pulled down the other’s trousers and pants, letting out identical sighs as the cooler air of the room brushed their heated cocks.

Harry leaned down to kiss Draco possessively as he wriggled out of his jeans and boxers before working on the blond’s clothing. When he had Draco’s trousers around the blond’s knees, he pulled back and stared at the exposed ivory flesh. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Draco,” he whispered reverently before divesting his lover of the restrictive cloth. “I can’t wait until I’m buried inside you.”

Draco moaned, wrapped his lean arms around Harry’s neck, and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. “Fuck me,” he rasped, gasping when Harry bit his delicate collarbone.

“Gladly,” Harry replied before setting about seeing how many times he could make Draco scream his name before they were done.

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

Draco’s eyelids fluttered when Harry Summoned a tube of lube that he’d put into his jean trouser pockets. While a part of him was amused that the dark-haired wizard had thought their conversation would turn out well enough to continue things from where they’d left off on Friday, he couldn’t help but be annoyed at himself for being so predictable. However, when Harry began sucking on his neck and running a lubed finger at his entrance, he lost the power of thought.

As Harry probed his entrance, Draco wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist and lifted his hips up a bit, forcing Harry’s finger deeper into his body. The other boy crooked his digit to stretch the tight ring of muscle while Draco held onto him like a barnacle. Another one was quickly added, making the feeling of being opened increase a thousand fold.

“Harry,” Draco moaned wantonly as one of the other boy’s appendages brushed his prostate. “Please, just fuck me now,” he begged.

His request was met with a guttural sound from his lover as long, broom-calloused fingers departed and were replaced with the tip of Harry’s considerable cock. He looked up into nearly-black eyes and nodded, signalling his readiness to be impaled on that impressive piece of flesh he fantasized about constantly.

Harry did not disappoint him. In a move that felt practiced, he slowly slid into Draco’s greedy body, only stopping when he was buried to the hilt. Both boys breathed deeply, staring into one another’s eyes for a few, long, heady moments.

“Go,” Draco whispered, clenching all the muscles in his lower body. That dragged out a low moan from Harry before the dark-haired teen pulled back until all but the tip of his cock was out of Draco’s hole before slamming his hips forward with enough force that Draco was sure he was going to be bruised in the morning.

“Fuck…Draco…so…bloody…tight,” Harry panted between relentless thrusts, sweat freely flowing down his golden-toned face to splash on the blond’s chest every time.

“Too…much…talking,” Draco rasped, tightening his legs and pulling on Harry’s hair the way he knew the other boy liked.

“Fuck you,” Harry snarled, yanking on Draco’s legs and folding him nearly in half. Every time Harry thrusted viciously forward, his cock brushed against Draco’s prostate.

Draco answered Harry with a low, needy moan as he continued to pull on Harry’s thick, silky locks. That seemed to set Harry off, as he leaned down to increase the crushed feeling he knew Draco loved to trade sloppy, wet kisses while they fucked. “More,” Draco demanded between kisses. “More.”

“Trying little prat,” Harry responded while reaching down to begin wanking Draco off in time with his powerful thrusts. When Harry’s teeth sank into Draco’s bottom lip—breaking skin and drawing blood—the blond began trembling as he came in dizzying spurts all over their chests and Harry’s hand. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Harry growled as his body trembled and his grip lessened on Draco’s cock.

The sensation of Harry’s hot spunk coating his anal cavity made Draco smile stupidly. No better feeling in the world than being shagged into the bed and Harry collapsed on top of me, he thought smugly as he wrapped heavy, sweaty arms around his lover’s neck. “So, we’re okay?”

“Oh, yeah,” Harry muttered as he rubbed his head in the crook of Draco’s neck sleepily.

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

Voldemort looked down at Lucius as he bowed before him with barely restrained contempt. “Luciussssssss, you mean to tell me that you did not check whether or not it was Narcissssssssa’s body you were going to burn?” His red eyes bored into the top of his lieutenant’s silver-blond head. “Luciussssss, you continue to disappoint me. I find myssssssssssself rather upssssset with you,” he hissed.

“I’m sorry, My Lord,” Lucius muttered.

“Sssssssssssssilenccccccccccce,” Voldemort shouted. “Crucio.”

As Lucius’s screams rang out through the former ballroom of Perfidious Albion, Voldemort watched his gathered followers. Bellatrix seemed to be unnecessarily worried about her brother-in-law, while the Lestrange brothers seemed to be taking adverse pleasure in the regal blond’s punishment. The rest all seemed to be somewhere between relieved that it was not them being tortured and happy to watch as long as it continued. After a Lucius’s screams dropped a few decibels, Voldemort cut the Unforgiveable.

“Rudolphus, bring me Severusssssssssss.”

TBC

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