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When Death Calls (Complete)	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Kiss me." I breathe and as soon as the last syllable leaves my lips, he's pressing his mouth to mine, capturing me in a deep kiss that weakens my knees in an instant. I lean towards him, trying to close the small space between us but he stays just out of reach, his hands frustratingly still at his sides. I whimper and try to press forward again, this time reaching out to grab him as I do, my hand just barely touching his shoulder before he slaps it away.

Breaking the kiss he makes a small chiding sound. "Rules Harry." He reminds me. His hand lifts and his fingers graze my neck in a tormenting light touch. "If you want to touch, you have to say so."

"My mouth was a bit occupied!" I grumble and I have a dreadful feeling that this little game is going to be so much harder than I thought. He shrugs and I huff. "Fine. I want to touch you, you prat." Threading my fingers through his hair, I tug him roughly to me, no doubt hurting him in the process as my other hand curls around his neck - bringing his mouth nearly back against mine. "Do I have to keep asking you to kiss me every time too?" I growl.

"Are you asking now?" He breathes against my lips and my eyes flutter closed.

"Yes." I whisper, pressing myself fully into him. His lips take mine and I feel the ever growing familiar pull tugging at me, drawing me down into a spiral of dizzying pleasure. And then I realize that while he's kissing me with a crushing passion, his hands are still stone by his sides and I growl into his mouth, hungry to feel his touch. "Hold me, touch me." I command against his lips, and fall willingly into the spiral as his arms finally wrap around me - dragging me harder against him, his hand pressing into the base of my neck and forcing my head back further, ravishing my mouth.

My fingers run down his spine, his skin hot and smooth, and I let out a long moan. I feel completely stretched, strung out with every single one of my nerve endings buzzing with electricity as his hands slip under my shirt - the fabric bunching under my arms as his fingers rake over my flesh. I find the puckered skin of his scars and trace them with the tips of my fingers, our bodies already so much different from the last time we were together.

"I'm going to kiss you here." I force the words out through my rough gasps and let my mouth trail down his jaw and over the curve of his neck. I feel the vibration of nearly inaudible groans as I lick and suck, my hands grasping his sides as I drop to my knees. His hand rests on my shoulder as I kiss down his chest and run my tongue along the longest and deepest of the pink scars marring him. I move onto the next one as I wonder how he got each one, trying to imagine what he went through while I was fighting Voldemort.

"Who gave these to you?" I look up at his flushed face after placing one last kiss over the last of the marks.

He touches my cheek gently before taking my hand and pressing it to the smallest one on his hip. "This was from Ginny, to be fair she did think I was trying to curse Lovegood." He hurries to explain at the look crossing my face. "I wasn't though, I had stumbled across them fighting Bellatrix and being rather intimate with her favored curses, I rather felt sick at the thought of seeing them..." He trails off and shutters before moving my fingers up to spread across the burst of long and deep and jagged scars spreading up from his navel to nearly the top of his chest. "I got these from said Aunt, she was rather fond of leaving her mark."

I feel my blood boil at the thought of the crazed witch who has brought so much pain and suffering to so many of my friends and their families. "What happened to her?" I ask and he gives me a steady look that clearly says it all and even though I shouldn't feel a twisted happiness at the fact that he killed his own relation, I can't help it. She was pure evil. "Good."

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he pulls me to my feet, his arms snug around my waist. "Good? That's not very forgiving of you and here I thought all Gryffindors were stubbornly magnanimous about second changes."

"For some." I reply, tracing his lips much as I did his scars as he drops his forehead to mine. "But I don't think I could ever forgive her for all she's done."

"Something we agree on then." Draco mumbles and I can feel the tension pull tight at us again as I hold his face in my hands, breathing in his words in our closeness.

"So it seems." I smile. "You're going to kiss me now." I tell him when the air in the room threatens to engulf us in its needy heat and he doesn't move in on his own.

And he does, all the raging memories of Bellatrix stomped out at his insistent tongue and I let him wash away every thought of the cost of the war and a month of agonizing waiting - let him displace the quiet madness that has been threatening me. He brings a strange soundness to my mind as my back arches into him, pulling out of him an even beat to set myself by. I always thought it would be Ron and Hermione who would give me my sanity back after the war ended, but it’s not, it's him...

"Draco." I falter, unsure how to convey what I'm feeling, how exactly do you tell someone that it's them who makes the edges and colors of life real and vibrant? That it's them who quiet the buzzing in your ears and slows your heart from a breaking rhythm? It seems to intimate, to personal to speak out loud - let alone to tell him when we've barely just begun. No way presents itself to me so instead I place my hands over the top of his pants and lean into his ear, licking the shell and delighting in the shiver that runs through him. "Take off my clothes." I whisper as I give the fabric of his borrowed slacks the slightest of nudges and hear them slip off his hips and fall to the floor.

If I can't tell him than I'll show him.

He places a delicate kiss against my jaw before lifting my shirt off, letting it drop over my shoulder. Pulling me against him again he takes my earlobe into his mouth and I let out a whimper at the sensations that it causes to rush through me as his fingers flick open the top of my pants. "You’re beautiful Harry." He breathes into my ear and then runs his lips down my neck as the zipper gives way.

I clutch at his back as cool air rushes against my now completely naked body and I press forward into his heat, hearing myself groan at the slide of his flesh against mine. My head falls back as he moans with me and continues to suck on my neck. I vaguely realize that he seems to have a slight obsession with that particular part of me - not that I mind in the slightest but I don’t doubt he's leaving a trail of purple patches. I rut up against him and he grips my hip, grinding back into me with his hard length and I babble incoherently as I slip completely under, loosing all sense of anything else.

"Bed." I gasp out, shutting my eyes against the dancing light on the ceiling as I rock against him.

He draws me into an urgent kiss as he somehow manages to move me backwards, keeping his hold on my body all the way until I suddenly feel myself falling and hit the soft mattress - Draco landing wonderfully hard on top of me. I sink further as his weight presses into me, my knees bending up on either side of him, my nails digging into his back as he deepens the kiss until I'm sure my mouth will be bruised by morning.

"What do you want?" He pulls back just slightly, his hands steady against the bed, his eyes hazy.

"Touch me." I try to pull him back fully onto me but he just shakes his head and nuzzles my neck.

"Where?"

"I don't..." I start feeling myself shake with the intense pressure of our erections rubbing together, my hips refusing to stay still. "My cock...oh god...please...touch my cock."

He gives me a mischievous look as his hand snakes down my torso. "Just touch?"

I nearly scream out as his hand wraps around me and he smirks, my body withering at his feather light grasp. "Your...ggahh...enjoying this too much." I try to sound annoyed but it comes out breathy and needy and I lean up and sink my teeth into his neck in retaliation.

"I love you like this." He runs his tongue along my slack mouth as his hand slides up and down my straining flesh. "A shaking groaning mess. So bloody perfect." He moves down my body until he's lying between my legs, watching himself pump me, his mouth so close I can feel his warm breath brush tantalizingly across my slick head. My hips snap up as I try to sink myself into those open red lips and he chuckles, allowing me to just barely slide against him. "Is this how you want it Harry? Or maybe more? All you have to do is ask." His hand twists around the head and his face dips closer until I can nearly feel his lips on me.

My hands grip his hair as I struggle against my ragged breathing. "Ahh shit...Draco...suck me." I press down on his head and cry out as his lips close around me, enveloping my cock in his warm wet mouth. It's like nothing I've ever felt before and my neck arches back, my mouth hanging open on soundless groans that draws every bit of air from me.

He sucks my cock in and out of his mouth, licking up my shaft and lapping at the head before plunging it back in, doing to over and over again as he hums against me. I watch him as he works, my fingers twisting roughly in his air, trying to keep myself from snapping and shoving into his throat. "Yess...oh fuck...god you’re so good..." I moan and feel the telling signs that I won't last much longer and I argue with myself between stopping him before it’s to late and holding his head down while I spend myself.

"I can't...ahh stop!" I shout as my back arches and I start to slip over the edge but he doesn't listen. Instead he pins my hips to the bed and takes in as much of me as he can, sucking hard until I come screaming his name into his mouth. I convulse, my muscles tightening than sagging in a puddle of useless mass as he continues to suck and swallow until there's nothing left.

I gasp to regain my breathing as my heart beats furiously against my chest, the force of my orgasm leaving me blinking dizzily at the ceiling as my hand rests in his hair and my cock slips from his mouth. He crawls back up me until his grinning face is looming before me, his lips capturing mine in a lazy kiss. I can feel his hardness against my hip as he works his tongue into my mouth and I can taste myself on him, a strangely erotic experience.

"I thought you were going to do whatever I said." I sink into the pillow as I run my hands down his chest.

His gaze roves over me and I know I must look completely debauched and I still haven't been able to calm my breathing. "Complaining?" He smirks, propping his elbow beside me and resting his head in his hand.

"Hell no." I mutter as his fingers trace across my hip, sending goose bumps up and down my skin as I feel myself growing unreasonably hard again at the simple touch. "Fuck your addictive." I press up and into him, melding our mouths together as I twist our bodies until he's lying under me. Throwing my leg over him, I quickly straddle him as I push my tongue against his in a battle for dominance.

And then he smacks my ass hard and I yelp, pulling back as I glare down at him. "What the bloody hell was that for?!" I demand, trying to ignore the way his cock is fit snugly against the cleft in my cheeks, otherwise I may forget to be angry and just start fucking him.

"You failed to ask before you did that." He informs me as if I had done something horrendous and not something I KNOW he was enjoying.

"These rules only seem to apply when their handy for you." I point out, leaning down on my forearms against his chest and arching the small of my back up so his dick slides up and down against my hole.

"Mhmmm." He grips my thighs and thrusts up against me in time with my movements, my muscles twitching and clenching at the teasing touch. "And so what if it does? I am not the one who has trouble speaking fluently."

"Oh?" I mimic his signature smirk, feeling a coiling desire burn in my belly. "Bet I could change that."

"Do you?"

I nod as I start trailing kisses down his body, nudging his legs apart with my knee, my tongue running along his slender curves until I come to the junction between his thighs. I lick my lips as I take him in my hand, feeling the engorged silky flesh as I run my fingers teasingly over him. "I'm going to suck your cock." I tell him, playing along with his little game and I smile as his eyes droop heavily, his teeth sinking into his lip.

But for some reason it’s me who lets out a loud moan as I take him into my mouth, his thick weight settling against my tongue driving me mad. There's a little nagging part of me that's trying to tell me to calm down, that I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I am as I swallow around him, endeavoring to work past my gag reflex so I can have more of him, all of him.

"Oh Merlin yes!" He gasps out, his hands gripping the sheets so tightly his knuckles are turning white.

My fingers sink into the insides of his thighs as I shut my own eyes, blocking out of the sight of him panting above me. Because it's all to much and I'm worried that if I keep watching him as I fuck him with my mouth that I'll come again just from this and god I would NEVER live that down. He would never let me forget it.

Then I feel and hear the tension building in him and I want briefly to bring him over like this like he did for me, to taste him fully. But I force myself back, releasing him with a soft pop that collides with his deep groan. "Not yet." I smile, surging up to his lips to keep myself from diving back down and pulling his orgasm from him now. My body splays across him as I kiss him without restraint, tugging on his shoulders and leaning over just a bit until he gets the hint and rolls me back under him.

"Fuck me." I whisper in between kisses and his hands tug at my messy black curls, dragging me deeper into our embrace before he pulls back just slightly and rubs himself hard against me.

"With what?" He asks and my eyes that had just slipped shut spring back open in shock.

What the hell?

"What do you mean 'with what'?" I demand, my cheeks flaring at the implication that that little question could hold.

He smiles bemusedly and sits up between my spread legs, leaving me utterly exposed and suddenly very nervous. "Well Potter," he starts in a schooling tone that immediately makes me squirm. "I can just fuck you right this second." He pauses, my gaze dropping to where he's fisting his cock in slow careful strokes. "Or I can stretch you first."

"Stretch...?" I repeat quietly as I watch his hand move over himself, the sight of his leaking straining cock making my mouth water. "How?" He leans back over and wiggles his fingers at me. Oh right. I try to force myself to concentrate through my fuzzy thoughts and almost blurt out to just get on with it when I remember the pain from last time. Okay so maybe it is a good idea. "Okay." I tell him nervously, although I'm not sure why, I wasn't this uneasy when I was trying to get him to just shove himself into me.

Then again, I'm not as desperate as last time.

"Relax." He soothes me, pressing his mouth gently to mine and then he sits back again and places three fingers against my bottom lip. "Suck."

I open up obediently and he slides the long slim digits in as his hand strokes my hard length, pulling a groan from my throat. I don't know why but it’s oddly wonderful having his fingers slipping around my tongue and I lap at them enthusiastically.

Then he's pulling them away from me and I accidentally let out a small pout, nipping at the pad of his middle finger before it’s fully removed.

"Like that did you?" He teases as he hooks his hands under my knees and pushes them up and further apart. I feel my face heat up as his fingers travel down my thighs and brush against my clenched opening. "Don't tense." His wet fingers trace a careful circle around my muscles before pushing the tip of one past them and into me.

"GAHH." I gasp out as he sinks the long digit in further, his other hand going back to sliding up and down my aching cock. He works his finger in and out and I feel the need for him grow steadily in my stomach as my body relaxes and starts to welcome the intrusion. And then he adds a second and I cry out again, my legs curling up and out at a sharper angle as I reach for him. "Draco...ahhh...kiss me."

His lips find mine in an instant and I wrap my arms around him, holding him to me as his fingers move, twisting, and curling and I can't stop myself from bearing down on them. "More...fuck more!" I groan and arch jerkily as a third finger joins the others. I bury my face in his neck as I push myself up and down on his hand, my head thick and foggy at the intense pleasure sending sparks shooting across my body. "Now please...fuck me now." I nearly shout, unable to take it any longer.

He pulls his hand away and I claw at his back, lifting my ass up and towards him, trying to get him to hurry up. But nothing happens and when I manage to open my heavy eyes I realize he's glancing around the room, his brow furrowed.

"Do you have...anything?" He asks.

I blink confusedly up at him before understanding dawns and I feel a blush rage through my body. Because I do, I had actually bought a little bottle of lubricant last week on impulse while out shopping. It’s currently sitting innocently in my bedside drawer but I'm seriously debating leaving it there, suddenly embarrassed about the purchase. "Er..." I look anywhere but at his face but I know the small smile that's curving his mouth by heart.

Then he's pressing the tip of his cock against my stretched hole and I gasp, the need to have him inside driving out my embarrassment. "Where is it Harry?" He whispers into my ear as he licks the shell.

My hand flops boneless in the general direction and I growl in displeasure as he leans over the edge of the bed and I can hear the drawer open and a small chuckle escapes him before he's settling back on top of me with a triumphant expression. "New purchase?" He holds the bottle up and grins devilishly.

"Shut up." I grumble and he laughs again as he pops the top open, pouring an oily puddle into his hand. Then he's kissing me again, everything else fading away, and I'm vaguely aware of him slicking his erection and rearranging my legs.

"Harry." His voice is so soft, it takes a moment to realize he's pulled back and when I open my eyes and they come into focus its to see him hovering over me - his hands holding my own above my head, his slippery length nearly breaching me. "Say it." He demands, the look in his eyes so intense it leaves me breathless.

I stare up at him, my heart in my throat and maybe I shouldn't, maybe I should tone it down and give him some but not all. But for some reason I can't any longer and the little words that have stubbornly refused to be heard until now come rushing out in a barely audible sigh. "I love you."

His eyes widen, his mouth dropping slightly open but he doesn't move, doesn't respond for what seems like an eternity. And then without warning he's plundering my mouth in a hungry kiss as he pushes into me in one fluid motion that catches all my senses and sends them crashing violently with want. His fingers curl through my own, his lips ripping from mine as we both gasp for breath, my legs lifting to wrap around his waist as he sets a brutal pace.

His eyes lock with mine and I try to keep them open as he pounds into me, hitting that sweet spot over and over again with long deep thrusts, the room filling with my cries and the thud of the headboard slamming into the wall.

"Harry." He groans, pressing his forehead against mine and I feel as if I'm standing at the edge of the void again about to tip over and drown in the waves tumbling through me. "Oh Harry...fuck...yes..."

"Ahhh god Draco yes!" I press my lips to his but somehow its still not enough to stop the overflow of emotions rolling off me and I find myself releasing all I've held back from him for so long in sputtering gasping waves. "Love you...fuck I love you!! Ahhhh shit...yours...guhhh always...always been yours." My hips rise to meet each of his ever growing erratic thrusts as if he can't control himself any more, his eyes blinking fast as he bites into his tongue.

He releases one of my hands and reaches between our bodies, wrapping it around my throbbing cock and pumping in a rhythm that combined with his jabbing member takes away my ability to stay coherent - and I feel myself breaking, my eyesight blurring as my back and neck arches. I try to warn him but the only thing that makes it out of my mouth is a loud scream as I come almost violently, his silvery blue eyes swimming in and out of the black spots flitting across my vision.

I feel his hand in my hair, fingers tearing at my hip, his voice drifting in and out but I can't comprehend what he's saying. And then after an unknowable time late he's tensing, his hands tugging at my body, his teeth sinking into my neck as he comes, spilling himself into me with twitching spasms and deep groans. He collapses on top of me, blissfully crushing me as I wrap my arms around his slightly sweaty back.

The dancing spots slowly leave my vision and the ceiling comes back into full focus as I listen to his harsh breathing against my neck. The things I had said come rushing back to me and I feeling nauseous as I curse myself, why did I do that? Why did I let myself go so completely? I can't even begin to fathom how he'll respond to such declarations and I know it's too much to think he was too caught up in the moment to not remember them.

I wait for the inevitable to happen, my legs falling from around him to lie uselessly against the bed, but instead of the expected I feel the gentlest of kisses brush against the skin he had bitten moments before.

"Mhhmm." He hums, rolling us together so we're lying on our sides still entwined, his hand tangling in my hair. His nose nuzzles mine as he places languid kisses against my lips, a softness in his eyes that I'm not sure what to make of.

I have no idea what do, so with my heart threatening to explode in my chest I cling to him, returning each slow and gentle kiss and relishing in the feel of his skin pressed to mine.

There's nowhere to run this time, no one to interrupt us, and I find myself nearly terrified with the force of my nervousness.

"I do believe I've found the perfect way to get you to spill all your secrets." He snickers, his finger tracing the line of my jaw, my entire body tensing at his words. His eyes find mine and I open my mouth to protest, to deny, but instead I find myself trapped in his gaze - sinking all over again at the storm of emotion brewing behind the icy blue. "Of course I can't help but wonder how long you've 'always been mine'?"

"Ummm." I choke out, my mind turning furiously, spinning in circles, trying to think of a way to lessen the things I had said. Apparently he was right because it was so easy for it all to slip out when he was shagging me but now...now it’s all complicated and heavy and uncertain again.

"Because I was always under the distinct impression that you hated me." He presses, looking gravely seriously. "Until recently that is." He continues, a small smile snagging the corner of his mouth

"Well." I start, clearing my throat and forcing myself to meet the challenge in his eyes. I mean I killed Voldemort, I can very well fess up to my school yard crush. "I wouldn't say hate..."

"I'm gathering that." He retorts, drawing me tighter into his embrace and I can feel the stickiness of my cum slide unpleasantly between us. "But I want to know when you became mine exactly?"

My eyes drop from his, landing on his bitten and swollen red lips and I lean forward, smashing my mouth to his in a feral kiss. Fuck he tastes so amazing, my leg curling snugly around his, and amazingly enough my body is just starting to stir with renewed desire again when he pushes me back with a shake of his head.

"You’re not getting away with that again." He tells me, his tone holding no room for debate.

I frown and press myself against him. "But I thought that was your way of getting all my secrets?" I'm stalling, I know it and so does he.

His hand runs down my spine to rest in the small of my back as he gives me a penetrating look. "True but as much I love hearing you blubbering breathlessly, this time I want to hear it without anything for you to hide behind. So when did always start?"

I roll my eyes but command my body to relax into his warm strong arms, and tell myself that given the fact that he hasn't gone running for the hills yet there's a good chance he won't...right? "About third year." I tell him quietly, my fingers playing against his collarbone to keep myself occupied.

"Third year? Seriously?" He asks startled, leaning back just enough to catch my eye again.

"Yes well, you came back from summer looking....ah different...which really just started a long year of thinking I was going insane."

"Well you hid it very well, you seemed particularly hatefully towards me that year."

I blush and press my face into the pillow. "Overcompensating I think, not that you didn't deserve it for what you did to Hagrid and Buckbeak. But mostly I think I was trying very hard to convince myself that I didn't find you attractive in the least bit."

He has the grace to look slightly ashamed at the mention of the incident in the Care Of Magical Creatures class, but in true Malfoy fashion pushes straight past it. "That must have been very had for you considering how much I know you appreciate my appearance." He smirks and twirls a lock of my hair around his finger. "So I understand the denial of course but when did that stop?"

"Can't we leave some things to mystery?" I ask scolding, feeling very much as if I've been put on display. I haven't discussed this with anyone EVER and it’s been such a well guarded secret that it feels almost wrong to be voicing it now. He just shakes his head and I sigh, resigning myself to the fact that Draco seems intent to squeeze every last bit of information from me.

How very studious of him.

"Fine. I'd say I spent about two years alternating between trying to ignore it and arguing with myself about it. Fifth year I suppose was really when I stopped trying to fight it, the dreams were getting much to intense to chalk up to stress induced hallucinations any more."

"Stress induced hallucinations?" He repeats laughing. "That's what you were calling your attraction to me?" He mutters something about dense Gryffindors than stops and I can almost see his thoughts flick back over what I had said. "Wait what dreams?"

"No." I say firmly. "I am not telling you about them so best get that through your head right now." There is no way I am going to recount all the sexual fantasies that had run rampant in my head for the benefit of his curiosity.

He shrugs. "Alright, I'll just get it out of you later." My stomach flips at the mischievous glint in his eyes, leaving me with no doubt how he'll manage to pry them from me.

I place a quick kiss against his lips then nudge him with my knee. "Now you."

"Now me what?" He asks distracted as his attention has seems to be captured by the hollow of my neck where he's currently pressing kisses and light nips.

"Stop that." I say with some difficulty as I slap his shoulder. "You made me tell you know it's your turn."

He doesn't listen right away, just continues trailing his mouth down and across my neck for a few more moments. "I'd say about fourth year."

I have to bite the smile from splitting my face at his revelation. "Really?" I probe, sounding much to excited for my own liking.

He settles back against the pillow, his own smile somehow much more dignified on his pale face. "Indeed, it's your fault really. You just kept almost dying right in front of my eyes all year."

I've never seen him smile so much in my entire life and I realize I'm quickly growing addicted to it, utterly drawn into the way it lights up his features. "I almost died every year." I point out, trying to keep myself from giving in and kissing him, unsure if I start if I'll be able to stop again.

"Yes well before that you had the decency to do it when I wasn't looking."

"How terribly inconsiderate of me to put you through that." I reply sarcastically, wriggling deeper into his embrace and tightening my arms around him.

He nods in agreement. "Indeed it was. So now that you're no longer constantly on the verge of being killed by a madman what is the Great Harry Potter to possibly do with himself?"

"Git, that hasn't been my entire life." Although I'm almost loath to admit that I'm not entirely sure, because I haven't really known anything else and what exactly becomes of a Savior once their no longer needed? Not that I ever thought of myself as such but I'd have to be a fool to not recognize that that is how the world sees me - and there's a small part of me that worries what they may try to do with me.

A tool for the right power to wield.

"Course not." Draco mutters, interrupting my wondering thoughts. "You've also had your wonderful rivalry with me, which apparently was filled more by lust than anyone knew." His tone drops low and he captures my lips in a quick but heart wrenching kiss that leaves me blushing.

I try to catch my thoughts and self control before they completely flee from me as his mouth lingers on mine and I find myself thinking that all I really want to do for the foreseeable is shut myself away with Draco. To really get to know him, behind all the masks and the issues of our collective past, to not have anyone else’s demands and agendas pulling at me. If only that were plausible.

I sigh, pushing my hand through his hair, the silvery blond tresses a growing comfort to me in the way they feel slipping through my fingers. "Do you...do you ever wonder what would have happened...I mean how things would be different if..." My voice falls short as I chew on my bottom lip.

My eyes meet his and he gives me a sad little smile. "If you weren't so hotheadedly stubborn and I wasn't such a conniving prat?" I chuckle lightly at the way he so perfectly sums up our temperaments towards each other at school.

"Yeah and if we...would have gotten together earlier...?"

He shakes his head and lightly touches the corner of my lip, running the tip of his finger along it gently. "I used to but best not think on it Harry, there's nothing to be done for the past."

"I wish there was though." I say softly, leaning into his touch, my fingers finding the scars I had given him amidst all the others. "Would change so much." I mutter as I roll back atop him, pressing a kiss to his marred shoulder.

He's quiet for a long moment, his hands slipping up and down my back, his heartbeat quickening beneath me. "Did you mean it?" Draco asks quietly and hesitantly.

"Mean what?" Knitting my eyebrows together I prop my chin up on his chest and look at him quizzically.

I feel his breath hitch and falter for a brief second before he brushes his hand against my cheek, his fingers touching the frames of my crooked glasses. "That you love me?"

He suddenly doesn't seem so confident, so sure of himself, and I can clearly see the walls that he's lived behind for so long - walls that used to be so high and sturdy and impenetrable. But slowly over the course of the last two years they've crumbled, causing jagged holes and broken pieces, leaving parts of him open and vulnerable. And maybe he needs me as much as I need him. Perhaps the world is turning too violently around not just me but him as well and if we cling together it will slow, it will stop, and maybe everything can be new and whole again.

So pushing back years of shouting at myself not to, I lean up and breathe a soft 'yes' against his mouth before capturing his lips with mine - his arms wrapping breathtakingly tight around me, his own answer pouring out in our kiss.

Sealing us together.

Finally colliding.
A/N: So there’s going to be a short little epilogue and then it’s done. I hope you enjoyed this, it was giving me some trouble but hopefully it came out well.
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