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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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                                                                                    ~ 5 Years Later ~
"Harry wake up!"

"Gnahh." I mutter, pressing my face into the fluffy pillow and burrowing down deeper into the mound of warm blankets cocooned around my body as I try my best to ignore the insistent voice urging its way into my sleep addled brain. Something soft smacks into the back of my head and I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut in one last ditch effort to shield away the morning.

"Get up! You’re going to be late."

The bed shifts with added weight as the pillow is yanked roughly out from under my head. "Mmgm no...sleep good..." I grumble, grasping the blankets and tugging them up over my head.

"Seriously Potter get out of bed NOW!"

Cold air collides jarringly against my naked body as the covers are ripped off me, my limbs automatically curling into myself in defense against the frigid morning air. "Bloody hell!" I shout, cracking my eye open to glare up at the blurry blond hovering over me.

Draco drops the blankets to the floor and stares right back at me with a look of annoyance. "Their going to be here soon and you haven't even showered yet." He chides, his strict desire to never be behind schedule making him irritable.

I groan and flop onto my back. "That's today?" I ask unnecessarily as I remember just what exactly today is. How could I forget? I've been dreading it for weeks - the arrival of the anniversary of the end of the war bringing with it not only the aching memory of all we lost but a horrific gala that I'll be forced to attend, make a speech, and receive yet another useless award at. "I'm not feeling so well, think I'll just skip it..." I try hopefully, blinking my eyes sheepishly and trying my best to look ill.

He scoffs and walks over to the wardrobe, pulling the oak doors open and bending to rifle around inside. "Nice try but you’re going, I am NOT going to have a repeat of last year." He straightens with what I assume is my deemed appropriate outfit for this evening slung over his arm.

I wince as I sit up, my muscles protesting the slow movement and I rub my hand vigorously over my face in hopes to chase away the last remnants of sleep as well as the dread of today. "Last year wasn't so bad." I mutter through a yawn, my eyes catching sight of the black leather strap still wrapped around my wrist and dangling in the air, making my face flush as the activities of last night come rushing back. "Got out of going didn't I?"

"Yes you did but I think your forgetting about all those people who showed up at our door trying to drag me off for kidnapping their precious Savoir." He lectures, carefully draping my clothes over the back of the desk chair.

I can't help but smile at the memory, I mean it is a bit funny in hindsight. "I don't think they'd try that again. Plus it’s been almost a year since there's even been an article about us in the paper, so I think it's safe to assume they've gotten over it by now."

"Stop grinning like that, that night was hell. And I think your underestimating your adoring public and how much they despise me for being with you, so you are going to get of bed and attend this bloody gala!"

"I like being with you." I reply suggestively. "Plus I'm exhausted, you didn't really let me sleep much last night."

He stalks towards me, hands on his hips, one eyebrow raised in amusement with just a smack of impatience. "I didn't let you? I seem to recall that it was you doing the begging."

His gaze darkens as it bores into me and I gulp, feeling my stomach sink with desire as images from last night course through my head - my arms strapped to the headboard, legs thrown over his shoulders, my body doubled in half as he drove deeply into me. Fucking me so hard the room was filled with nearly a constant stream of my screams. I lick suddenly dry lips and reach up, grasping the front of his perfectly pressed emerald green shirt.

"I could send a message this time." My voice is husky from my abused throat and the want pumping through me. "Tell them I'm all tied up and can't make it." I rise to my knees and tug him closer, scrapping the leather band against his throat as I slide my hand up to curl around his neck. "And it needn't even be a lie."

"You are quite impossible you know." He mummers, his eyes dropping to my wet mouth, his fingers curling around the dangling strap - slipping it through his grasp as if he can't decide whether to untie it or not. "I think it may have been a mistake introducing this to you." He plucks at the knot with a look of conflicting emotion.

"And why is that?" I pout, wrapping my arms around him so he can't remove the binding and bringing my body against his. The cool touch of his soft clothing rubs against my naked flesh, causing Goosebumps to prickle all over me, my cock already more than half hard at the memory of last night and the way he's looking at me - his eyes a contradiction to the words urging me out of bed.

His hands splay firmly against my sides, drifting over the circle of my waist until they connect at the small of my back. "Because you love it to much." His voice drops low into my ear, his breath hot and tantalizing around the sensitive flesh of my throat. "People are going to start wondering why you always have marks around your wrists." He presses a scorching kiss just under my earlobe and I feel him smile at the whimper the small action pulls from me.

"I don't fucking care what they think." I gasp out as he trails down my neck, his arms tightening around my waist. "Come on Draco, wouldn't it be so much better to just skip it and spend the day together?" I pull at his hair and rut against him, feeling him harden beneath his trousers. "It's the perfect day for it, besides I miss you. Hardly see you anymore, you'd think you lived at that bloody hospital."

"Its called working Harry." He nips at my collarbone and I can feel his resolve slowly melting away as his hips rock back into mine, his body following me as I draw myself down onto my back. "And you know I have to put in the extra hours, I barely managed to secure a position in the first place if you recall."

I nod, remembering all to well the ordeal Draco went through just to get an interview, let alone a trial position. They seemed keen on keeping him out, on clinging to the belief that even though his name was cleared that he was inherently evil - a snake laying dormant only to strike when all backs were turned. It took nearly two years of exceptional work that they could no longer over look before he was welcomed with a weary eye as a full time Healer.

And they still work him to the bone, as if they are trying to make him snap and reveal his true colors.

"I hate the lot of them." I tell him, spreading my legs so his weight falls so wonderfully heavy into me, my hands slipping up his shirt to find the warm skin beneath. I never grow tired of this, of his solid presence atop me, the smell of his shampoo surrounding me, the feel of his skin and the touch of his lips...I crave them so deeply as if it's always the first time. He teasingly calls me a sexual fiend but it's so much more than that.

It's him. Just him. I've never needed anything or anyone so badly in my entire life.

I feel the heat in my body rise to a boil as I wiggle under him, trying to push his clothes away while pulling him into me all at once. Tugging on the collar of his shirt, I lead him up into a kiss, my mouth opening instantly to his in a rushed and needy clash of tongues. My hands travel down to grasp his arse, annoyed to find the fine material of his pants hindering my seeking fingers, causing me to grunt with frustration against his lips as I buck up into him.

He pulls away with a chuckle, his perfectly styled hair now completely mused and hanging about his face in a manner I find much too irresistible. He looks at me for a long moment and I can see him weighing the possibilities and there outcomes in his mind, and then with a sigh he's sliding off me - pulling me out of the bed with him. "Come on." He says, his arm still around my waist, his lips brushing the corner of my mouth. "I know you hate it but it's not for you is it."

And I know he's right, know I need to go despite all my whining about it. Because it isn't for me, it's for all those people who never got to see a future without the looming threat of Voldemort, for their families left behind, for the forever wounded who live in a shell of despair due to one ill aimed curse. Plus he does have a point that my not showing up last time caused a ridiculous up roar.

But just because I've resigned to going doesn't mean it has to be right this second...

"Alright." I smile slowly, my hands traveling down to work open the clasp of his belt.

"Harry...what are you doing?" His voice is low and husky and oh so sexy.

"Getting ready." I tell him innocently as I hook my fingers under the loosened waistband. "Did you not say I needed to shower?"

He eyes me carefully, and I know this expression so very well now. It's the same one that darkens his features when he thinks I'm up to something, when he knows that I'm about to be utterly stubborn and he's trying to think his way into a different out come. Luckily for me he only succeeds about half the time. "Yes but I already had one and as you can see perfectly ready to depart." I push his pants down his hips just enough for his hard cock to spring free of its straining confines.

I lick my lips and cock an eyebrow at him, my fingers brushing gently over the already slightly slick head. "Are you sure, I think that maybe you missed a spot."

His eyes close and jaw clenches as he breathes deeply for a moment, fighting for control. "Your friends are going to be here any minute." He warns me but his voice is strained and his eyes are fixed on my fingers running in a feather light touch up his length.

"Best be quick then shall I?" And with no further ado I drop to my knees, grasp his hips and engulf his thick erection in one fluid motion. He curses as his fingers rake through my untamable hair, my eyes angling to gaze up at him as I relax my throat and swallow - his cock sliding deliciously through my lips, over my tongue, and into my throat until he's in to the root.

"Oh fuck." He hisses, his eyes wide and locked with mine, a swirl of lust casting alluring shadows through his irises. "You don't...mmhmm...have to do this now..."

I narrow my eyes and suck hard, delighting in the fact that my voice will no doubt be a little rough for the speech today as he curses again and bucks into my mouth. After a few more deep swallows I work my tongue around his shaft as I pull back, his cock emerging from my lips red, wet, and rock hard. I wrap my fingers around him and pump as I mouth the salty tip with a little moan. "Yes I do." I rasp out between long licks up his throbbing member.

"Why?" His fingers curl roughly into my hair, his body swaying slightly.

"Because it's kinda our anniversary today." I tell him, taking just the tip of his cock back into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it, my own erection twitching from the taste and feel and the soft sound of his groans.

"And that entitles me to a blow job does it?"

"Yup." Placing my hands on his thighs I stop my ministrations and stare up into his eyes. "Or we could go back to Hogwarts." Confusion flickers through his face and I smile up at him. "To recreate that first time." I wink before grasping his cock once more and suck it into my mouth, my eyes sliding shut as I concentrate on pulling a shaking orgasm from him. Reaching down I pump my own length in time with him sliding in and out of my throat.

It doesn't take too much longer before his grasp on me is tightening, his breath coming in rasping pants that are setting me on fire. "Ahh Harry I'm going to come."

I moan as I feel him tense, my hand moving with quick frantic pumps over myself and then he's coming with a deep grunt. I swallow and suck as he rides out his orgasm, my own ripping through me and spilling out into my closed fist. I whisper a quick cleaning spell, the mess disappearing from between my fingers as he pulls me to my feet - crushing me to his body and bending down into a deep kiss.

He kisses me fervently, his arms holding me so close I can feel his heartbeat against mine, set in perfect rhythm.

"I love you Harry." He whispers against my lips and I grin, trying to shut out what sounds like a knock coming from downstairs.

"Love you too." I reply as his words course through me with unending happiness. It seems that no matter how many times he's said it over the years it still has the power to stop my heart.

Draco smiles softly, his fingers brushing my cheek before his eyes glance quickly at the door. "Their here." He sighs and presses a kiss against my temple before extracting himself from me and righting his clothing.

"You’re coming this time right?" I ask, catching his wrist as he turns to leave. "I mean your going to stay the whole time?" He falters and I know I'm asking a lot of him. That it's still difficult for him to be around certain company, some people stubbornly holding to the belief that he and his family should be spending a deranged existence in Azkaban.

His eyes linger on the binding I'm still wearing and a coy smile curves his lips. He captures the dangling black length in his hand and starts winding the excess around my wrist until it resembles a thick dark cuff. My breath catches, my pulse quickening as he secures it closed before his head dips and he gives me a light kiss. "I'll stay for the whole thing and when we get back..." He trails off, his fingers stroking over the leather, causing a shiver to rake through my body. "And you'll wear this as a reminder of what’s to come."

Holy hell.

I bite my lip and feel myself nodding through the hazy thumping in my ears. And maybe he's right again, maybe I do enjoy being bound to much but god I can't help it. There's nothing I love more than being at his complete mercy and just the promise of it and the reality that I'll be wearing the band to the gala threatens to make my knees buckle.

The knocking rings loudly through the house once more and this time when Draco pulls away I let him go, staring at the closed door for a moment as I listen to him answer the door in refined tones of greeting.

It's going to be a wonderfully torturous wait.

****

A thunder of applause follows me back to my seat, the flash of lights and snap of photos being taken send spots stretching through my vision as I press through the crowd. I feel the vice grip on my lungs slowly loosen as I near my table, the familiar faces with their smiles pulled tight in welcome, drowning out the nervousness that always overwhelms me at these functions.

I hate public speaking. Especially when they expect me to talk of my 'triumphs'.

I slide into the chair between Draco and Hermione, my hand automatically finding his under the table and I grasp it in a tight embrace. He gives a reassuring smile and I relax back into my seat, feeling utterly exhausted. We've been here since before noon and the sun is already starting to dip beneath the horizon. It's been hours upon hours of endless speeches, handshakes, and teary hugs with out pours of heartfelt thanks. I can't even count how many people I've talked too.

"That was very nice Harry." Hermione says with a shine to her eyes that matches so many of the people's here. She looks perfectly beautiful in her fitted red dress that twists across her back, all awkwardness from her childhood having completely vanished - leaving a stunning, confident young woman whose mind still scares the living hell out of her coworkers in the Ministry.

"Yeah, well done mate." Ron chimes in, his voice barely rising above the buzz coming from the mass of people, his fingers scratching nervously against the red stubble stretching across his cheeks. I think it's safe to say he hates these things as much as I do.

I give them a smile, taking a large sip from my drink, letting the alcohol burn down my throat and wash away the last remnants of my nerves. "Thanks guys. When you on Hermione?"

"After dessert." She reply's without a trace of fear, speaking before a massive crowd not even making her blink an eye.

"Better you two than me." Ron shudders and I laugh as he leans far back in his seat. He tips the amber colored drink in his hand, swirling it through the glass and is just opening his mouth to no doubt comment on the expensive tastes of this evening when a shrill but muted ding comes drifting up from under the table.
"Sorry." Draco mutters in a quick apology, his hand reaching inside his robes as he silences the bell with a barely audible command and pulls out a small thin vial filled with a dark green, oily liquid. He pops off the stopper and presses it to his lips, downing its contents in one swift swallow. He eyes slip shut for a moment as his throat works and I find myself unconsciously holding my breath - waiting for his gaze to return and with it the promise of his next breath.
"I thought you were going longer without needing the potions." Hermione says hesitantly as Draco opens his eyes, the air from my lungs releasing on a loud huff as he pockets the empty vial.
"I was." He says without further explanation, picking up his class of water and taking a long drink from it.
I see the concern etch itself in Hermione's gaze as she narrows her eyes just slightly and I shift awkwardly in my chair. I know Draco is an almost annoyingly private person and that to betray his confidence would be akin to literally stabbing him with a knife but the secret of his roller coaster health, particularity his latest episode, is threatening to explode from me. Because it's too heavy for me to carry on my own and they should know...our friends should know.
"Draco..." I say quietly, meeting his steely gaze and trying to form my renegade thoughts into a coherent phrase that won't completely ruin the trust between us.
He gives my hand a squeeze, as I'm sure my own concern and hopelessness is clearly evident on my face. "Not now Harry." He pauses and shifts his eyes to Hermione. "Later though." It's as good as any promise and I feel the edge of nervousness deflate as he gives her a small smile.
Oddly enough after they got over the initial awkwardness, Draco and Hermione developed a rather deep kinship and they've spent countless hours holed up in our study discussing anything and everything until me and Ron finally drag them off. Plus she can read his moods almost as well as I can and he's in return taken her into his insanely difficult to attain confidence - which is the reason why I can't fathom why he hasn't told her about his collapse last month when the potions he was taking suddenly stopped working without warning. He can be so infuriating some times.
Hermione smiles and nods, the tension visibly draining from her body and for once I’m glad that she never lets anything go, because if for some reason Draco decides to try and keep it secret there’s no way she’s going to give him a moments peace about it. He might grumble and be spectacularly moody about it for a couple days but he’ll cave. He always does when it comes to her.
"Let’s talk about something else shall we?" He continues, effectively ending any further comments we may have made concerning him. “How the broom business Weasley?”
Ron, always somewhat at a lose when it comes to Draco, leaps at the chance for a change of subject. “Good, the newest version of the Firebolt should be out sometime next month. It’s been giving us a right run for our money but we think it’s finally ready.” He grins and all of us, minus Hermione, immediately launch into a debate about quidditch teams, broom durability and the ever elusive game we always are talking about playing one day.
It’s a brilliant change of subject, as it’s the one topic that really hits a cord with most of us in a easy and friendly way and I’m sure we would have talked ourselves blue in the face if it wasn’t for Hermione sending Ron a swift kick under the table – causing him to let out a loud screech of pain.
He quickly exchanges a look with her and something flickers across his face before he grasps her hand atop the table. "We have some news." He says quickly.

Hermione presses excitedly forward in her chair and fixes me with a bright smile. "We were planning on telling you guys back at the house but as you were running behind schedule Harry," I feel Draco suppress a snicker next to me and I send him a quick withering look. "But we wanted you two to be the first to know…" The build up is enduring but unnecessary as I already know what their big news is but I smile widely and wait with a look of anticipation.
"We're getting married!" They nearly shout in unison, confirming my guess with splitting grins.

"That's great, so happy for you guys!" I beam, pulling Hermione into a tight hug as she squeals with delight.

"Congratulations Weasley." Draco drawls evenly from beside me but there's a sliver of iciness in his tone that I just barely manage to catch and I'm positive it has nothing to do with that curse infecting his body still. I send him a questioning look but he expertly avoids my gaze, keeping his eyes on Ron across the table with a plastered stiff smile.

"Thanks." Ron grins and drapes his arm over his fiancé’s shoulders.

"You'll have to start calling us by our first names now Draco." Hermione teases but I can tell she caught the nearly invisible momentary shift in him and her smile falters for split second before she stuffs her confusion back behind it.

It's a bit strange how similar they are in being able to hide their emotions.

"Yes but not yet I think, where would the fun be in that?" Draco smiles brilliantly and ignoring the question forming on my lips he pushes out of his chair and extends his hand to Hermione. "I think a dance is in order, care to join me?"

Her gaze flits to me for a moment before she slides her hand into his and allows him to pull her from her seat. "That would be wonderful." I watch as he guides her onto the dance floor and gathers her expertly into his strong arms, his aristocratic breeding shining brightly as he leads her through the complicated steps in a graceful ease.

"Damn him." Ron mutters and I shift my attention back to him as he slides into Hermione's abandoned seat. "She's going to be nagging me about dance lessons all over again now."

"Don't worry Ron." I say, slapping his back and grinning. "No matter how many years you spend in lessons you'll never be able to move like that."

He groans and props his elbows up on the tables, sagging beneath his own weight. "You know she's going to try though, especially now with the wedding and all..."

I nod, my eyes traveling back to Draco and Hermione weaving through the dance floor, his bright blond hair flashing amongst the crowd. "Yeah probably. Maybe Draco can teach you." I tell him, stifling a laugh at the uncomfortable squawk he lets out.

"No offense mate but that sounds like hell." He laughs and I give him a small smile. It took Ron a long time to warm up to Draco and accept our relationship and while he's happy for us now, they haven't really moved past a 'polite' friendship.
My attention shifts back to the couple dancing and I can tell their in the midst of an intense discuss while their feet move unconsciously. I don’t think she would try to pry his secret from him here, she knows that would never work, so what is making his forehead crease like that…?

"You alright Harry?" Ron asks suddenly and I jump a little as his voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, just tired." I mutter, my fingers twisting over the leather strap on my wrist, as I try to calm my whirling thoughts. I'm not sure why but atop the reminder of his lack of honesty on his condition, Draco's reaction to their engagement has set me on edge. Because it doesn't make any sense, he loves Hermione so shouldn't he be excited for her? Before I'm fully aware of doing it, I find myself out of my seat and striding towards the dance floor, brushing past couples who shoot me wide smiles and enthusiastic greetings. Hermione's big brown eyes catch sight of me over Draco's shoulder and I see her lean up and whisper something in his ear before his neck turns just slightly to find me in the corner of his eye.

"Mind if I cut in?" I ask her once I reach them.

She pulls out of Draco's arms and sends him a look I can't read before smiling at me. "Of course." She gives me a quick hug before moving away and I find myself standing still in front of Draco with dozens of couples twirling and moving around us in a swirl of robes and glittering dresses.

"Are you going to make me just stand here stupidly?" I ask him as he stares intensely at me, all his walls back up, blocking out any sign of his thoughts or feelings. His lips split into a somewhat reluctant smile and then he's taking me into his arms, pressing me closer than necessary for the dance. My head falls to his shoulder with a sigh and I breathe in deeply, letting his scent wash over me, shutting out all the eyes focusing on us.

"Is everything okay?" I ask quietly as he leads me through the steps that come so naturally to him. His chin bumps against my temple as he nods and I glance up to see his eyes have that far away look in them. "What is it?"

His steps hitch briefly as he sucks in a long breath. "I'm fine love, just thinking."

"About the engagement?" I question and his eyes flash with amusement.

"Not particularly." He answers and I suddenly realize that he's moving us steadily towards the edge of the dance floor, our bodies expertly side stepping and twisting and twirling elegantly around the mesh of people.

"You just seemed a bit upset by it." I press, deciding that it's best not to pay attention to where my feet our stepping and just let Draco lead me, otherwise I just end up tripping all over myself.

He chuckles and the sound vibrates through my chest. "Course not, I'm happy for them. Although I still think Granger could do better..." It's an opinion he's voiced before and one we've agreed to just disagree on. Because despite their vast differences and temperaments they work beautifully together, complementing each other in perfect sync.

Much the way we do.

"Ron's worried she's going to try making him take dance lessons again." I tell him with a laugh and his smile splits wider.

"She should. His skills are embarrassingly lacking." He spins us once more, moving us off the floor in such a sudden movement I stumble awkwardly for a moment as he clasps my hand and leads me into the tangle of trees at the edge of the gathering.

"Draco where are we going?" I ask, blinking up at the twinkling lights floating amidst the branches, bathing the sparse wood in a breathtaking heavenly glow.

He glances back at me with a wink from over his shoulder and presses deeper into the trees, until the loud chatter and music filling the air dims to a low buzz. "I thought we were trying to stay away from anything that might lead to accusations of you kidnapping me again."

"Oh they can fuck off." He says in a very un-Draco like fashion and stops abruptly, pulling me into his arms and fastening his mouth on mine in a hungry kiss. He tastes like the deep red wine he's been drinking and I fall into his embrace, winding my arms around his neck and pulling myself up his body in order to deepen the kiss.
I don’t think of myself as an overly sentimental person but for some reason the fact that today is our fifth anniversary – a bit of a milestone I should think – has been tugging at me since I woke this morning. And it hasn’t eased as I’ve watched his graceful movement throughout the day and I find myself desperately wishing that it didn’t land on the wars anniversary as well.
It’s typically a bit of a romance killer.

"What was that for?" I ask with a pant when he pulls back slightly, staying close enough that our lips are almost brushing and our noses are touching. I've learned over the years that while Draco is very affectionate in private, he likes to keep any public displays of intimacy to a minimum. Not out of shame or fear but, as he puts it, because it is utterly tasteless to do otherwise. And while one could argue that there is no one in the immediate vicinity, sneaking off during a formal gala has previously always been constituted as exceptionally devoid of class and therefore off limits no matter how much I hinted at it.

Thus my confusion, especially in light of his earlier remarks of wanting to stave off any more rumors.

"Are you happy Harry?"

I jerk at the quietly spoken question, taken completely off guard by it and feeling my stomach knot uneasily. "Of course I am." I answer quickly, searching his eyes for the meaning behind the unusual query. "Aren't you?"

He smiles and cups my face in his hands. "Are you sure?" He asks. "Life must be different than you imagined and I know our relationship has been difficult at times with the press always after you...and you've always wanted a family."

His words sting for some reason, but I don't know if it's because of the slightly desperate look in his gaze, the implication that these five years might have been a mistake, or from the simple fact that it's true. It has been hard and I have always wanted a family. Or maybe it's a little of all three. But despite all we've had to put with - the nearly constant defense of our being together in the beginning, to the thinly veiled looks and comments of disapproval that we still run across - it's also been the most amazing time of my life. I couldn't ask for better. Because I no longer have to hide and fear my feelings, no longer have that suffocating dread in the pit of my stomach that everyone I loved was going to be killed, I am free in a way I've never been before.

"Why are you asking me this?" I keep his eyes locked to mine, my voice thankfully even and free of any nervous tremor.

His hands drop to grasp each of mine and he stares at our entwined fingers a moment. "Just answer the question."

"No." I tug my hands free and cross my arms over my chest, feeling a burst of irrational anger. Why does it feel like he's going to break up with me? I swear to god if he starts spouting some ridiculous nonsense about leaving me so I can everything I've always wanted I'm going to punch him. And then maybe strangle him and hit him again. "What is this all about?"

His look tells me he thinks I'm overreacting and that only serves to piss me off more. "Stop being stubborn I just want to...want YOU to be sure is all."

"Well I think that if you have to ask then you don't really know me at all." I glare at him, mustering every bit of energy I have to throw into a fight if it comes to that.

He sighs, taking in the way my body is stretched tight with a livid energy, and unconsciously rakes a hand through his hair - a gesture that speaks of his nervousness because he would never intentionally mess up his hair in public otherwise. "I'm not trying to start a fight Harry." He says sharply.

"Then stop asking stupid questions." I turn to leave, to give myself a moment to let the sudden angry dissipate, but he grabs my wrist and stops me in my tracks. "Let go Draco, I have to get back." I try to tug myself free but his fingers just tighten over me and I'm stuck.

"Do you enjoy making everything difficult?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Me?" I fluster, the combination of this odd conversation while I'm already so exhausted from the events of the day pulling at my last nerves. "I don't know what you want!"

"I want you to answer my very simple question." He tries to draw me forward and I dig my heels into the dirt, clinging to my stubbornness, because I know it, its familiar where as wherever Draco's going with this isn't.
I don't like feeling off kilter.

"You know I love you, you prat! I don't give a damn that it's not easy, when have I ever done what's easy anyway? I don't know why you're..." What was sure to be a long and glorious rant gets lodged in my throat as I feel the touch of something soft and cool slip onto my finger from where he's holding my hand captive. I glance down to catch sight of a beautiful ring with a thick strand of silver weaving in and out of shining gold. I can't seem to tear my eyes from it as I stare in shocked silence with my blood pumping in my ears.

"I know it can't be real." Draco says softly, his thumb brushing over the simple but elegant band. "But I love you Harry and I want you to be mine forever."

It's a struggle to breathe as I finally mange to look up into his face with what I can only assume is unnaturally wide eyes. His expression is etched with a hopefulness that pulls at my already bursting heart. "Are...are you asking me to...?" I trail off, my throat working around a buzzing excitement that's leaving my mouth dry.

He smiles slowly and this time when he tugs me closer my body willing follows. "It can't be a real marriage with the laws as they are...but yes I am. Will you be mine?"

"Yes." I breathe out. "Always have been." I run my hands up his chest and grin when I catch sight of the ring again, twinkling in the lights overhead. I never thought I would be so insanely happy over a silly little convention, because I don't need a ring or a marriage license to tell me that he is mine and I am his, but somehow the force of it is threatening to explode through me and I lean up and press my lips to his.

I don't fucking care what the law says, this is as real as it gets.

His arms envelop me as his mouth moves over mine and god I wish there weren't thousands of people just through the trees. "Want you." I mutter against him, nipping at his lip, and pulling at his back. I'm slightly puzzled as to why he decided to propose here, I mean he had to have known I would want to jump him right after, so maybe he'll bend his propriety rules just this once...

"Later." Or not.

I shake my head. "No, now." I tell him, pressing my lips to his throat and licking at the strong pulse beneath his jaw.

He gasps, his arms tightening around me, head tilting back just enough to allow me more access to his pale skin. "I'm not going to fuck you against a tree after asking you to marry me." He says as if the very idea of it is ludicrous.

"Why not?" I pout, slipping my hands beneath his robes and pushing them aside. "It was fun last time we did it."

"Harry that was different." Draco says warily and sighs as I shake my head again, stating that no it really wasn't any different. "For one there wasn't anyone around. Plus that was just a quick shag and I intend to fuck you until you can't speak or think right tonight."

That catches my attention, my hands stop their roaming as my gaze snaps up to meet his steely blue eyes clouded with love and want. "We could leave now." I tell him, my voice coming out hoarse.

"We still have Hermione's speech." He reminds me. Damn it. I know I can't leave before that and am just resigning to have to wait a few more hours before his promised actions when he continues in a reluctant tone. "And we really should invite them over for a nightcap in congratulations on their engagement."

"What?!"

"It's the polite thing to do."

I narrow my eyes at him and tug him into me. "Sometimes I really hate your upbringing. Plus what about OUR engagement? Shouldn't that like cancel out any social obligations?"

"Afraid not." He presses a light kiss to my frowning lips.

"So you’re saying we don't get to celebrate at all tonight?"

"That's an exaggeration...it's just going to be very very late." He runs his hands down my arms and I catch the slightest flash of regret. "I suppose I should have waited a bit longer."

"It wasn't planned for tonight?" That would actually explain a lot and he shakes his head in confirmation. "So you've just been carrying that ring around?" He touches the ring on my finger lightly and nods. "For how long?"

He flushes and chews on his bottom lip and my pulse jumps at the color that rarely tints his pale face. "About a year."

"A year?!" My heart feels like it actually stops at that for a moment. He's been planning on proposing for a whole year? I'm not sure why but the knowledge that he's been carrying my ring around with him for so long sends funny little jolts of giddiness through me. I grin and lean up into him. "And what you just thought hey a formal gala, Ron just did it, perfect timing!" I tease him and he glares at me as a thought crosses my mind. "Is that what you were talking with Hermione about?"

"Yes, she was wondering why I hadn't done it yet." His wrinkles his nose up at me as I'm nearly bouncing on the balls of my feet in his arms, a ridiculous amount of joyful energy making me completely unable to stand still as if I'm some adolescent child. "Stop doing that."

"Nope. So she knew?"

"Of course she knew." Draco says, making it sound like the very idea of the once hated 'mudblood' not being privilege to a very private secret that no one else no doubt knew about as utterly stupid.
Oh how times have changed.

And suddenly I realize that she KNOWS. She knows why Draco pulled me into the wood, knows why we've been gone for so long...she bloody knows! A wicked grin spreads across my face as I grab Draco roughly, smashing our mouths together before he can piece together my line of though and Apparate - hearing him squawk into my mouth as the unpleasant pull beneath my navel sends us hurtling through space.

He yanks out of my arms as soon as our feet appear on our bedroom floor, a look of astonishment causing his mouth to hang slightly open. "Harry?!" He yelps, looking around with wide eyes. "Why did you do that?"

"Because I just got engaged and I want to be alone with my new fiancé." I throw my cumbersome dress robes off and kick off my shoes.

"But..." He points at nothing in particular, looking utterly adorable in his confusion. "We have to go back."

Stupid bloody upbringing, his mother would be so proud, I on the other hand have no qualms skirting my social duties when the right alternative presents itself. "No we don't, in fact I think we should clear our schedule for the next few days."

"But...Hermione-"

"Knows." I cut him off, walking slowly towards him. "Hermione KNOWS Draco." I watch as realization dawns and see the light spark in his eyes as he comes to the same conclusion that I did. That Hermione no doubt has already made an accuse for our absence as soon as we left the dance floor, that she wouldn't be expecting us back and would make sure that no one else would either...brightest witch indeed.

"Get over here." He demands huskily, finally letting go of his restraint and I grin as I rush into his arms. He sweeps me up and sends me crashing onto the bed as he kisses me deliriously.
It is not slow and gentle and full of whispers like perhaps it should be considering the occasion. Instead it is demanding and rough and intense, our clothes yanked off and thrown carelessly, our body’s melding together in a fervent heat. He drags me with him to the edge of reason and consciousness, the force of his love surging unending through me.

I know there are tears in my eyes when he finally pulls my body up, limp from the passionate overwhelming pleasure, to straddle his lap – our bodies already slicked with sweat as I slip my arms around his shoulders to steady myself. He holds me to him, kissing me slowly, drawing out every one of my nerves until I’m so desperate it’s making my limbs shake.
“Mine forever Harry.” He whispers, forehead against mine, hands grasping the back of my neck in perfect mimic of my own.
“Yours forever.” I tell him, and arch my back with a gasp as he slides back into me, moving inside me with unhurried measured thrusts – a polar opposite to how he had been ruthlessly pounding into me moments ago. I clench my muscles around his slow but steadily moving cock, torn between wanting his agonizing pace to go on forever and screaming at him to make me come again. I end up settling with a whining plea that doesn’t really distinguish between them. “Draco...p-please…”
“Mhmm but I thought you wanted me inside you for days…” He kisses my cheekbone and stills my hips with his hands as I start trying to bounce up and down to increase the pressure and pace.
I shudder at the images and feelings those words set off in me. “I do.” I groan, managing to slide my hips forward a little, effectively bringing more of his hard length into me. “But…need to come…”
He yanks my hips painfully hard into him and I gasp, my cock jumping, trapped between us. “You want me to make you come love?” He’s so deep inside its sending little spikes of pain through me and yet it only serves to make me more delirious.
“Shit…Yes yes please! More Draco…more now!”
He eases me back and slides out and in gently a few more times and I growl at the teasing slide inside me. “Like this? Do you want it so slow it takes hours?” I shake my head vigorously, biting my lip against the rising tide of anxious arousal. “No? Tell me how then…love to hear you say it…”
“Hard.” I grind out, straining against his grasp on me. “Fuck me so hard I can’t feel anything else.”
“Oh fuck Harry.” He licks my lips and his eyes are so dark the blue is barely noticeable. “You know I think I might have been right about you having a little masochistic streak.”
I don’t respond, instead I take advantage of his relaxed grip to pull off him and move quickly onto my hands and knees. “Now!” My body is trembling and I push back towards him as I feel the bed shift and hear him moving. “Need you back inside.” I choke out and no sooner have the words left my lips than he’s grasping my hips and jamming so hard and fast into my waiting hole that it sends me crashing forward – my body flattening against the bed except for my knees where he’s holding them up.
He rams his cock repeatedly into me, my body sliding up the bed with each thrust and then he’s leaning over me, his lips brushing my neck before he grasps my hair and yanks my head back – the pillow I had been biting into to stifle my moans falling from my mouth. “Enjoy it love.” He rasps into my ear. “But don’t you dare silence yourself.”
My knees give out as I let go a scream with a tangle of curses, Draco’s bowed head resting against the back of my neck, his breath coming in hard pants that spreads in shivers down my skin. “Gunna, gunna…ahhrghh…don’t stop!” My eyes squeeze shut and I come hard with white light exploding behind my eyelids, my body convulsing in on itself, trying to move away from the battering relentless cock in order to lessen the collapsing pleasure that won’t stop pulsing through me.
His hands press down on my back, keeping me still and unable to escape the blissful agony and I distantly hear myself chanting his name. Then his fingers dig once more into my hips, dragging them off the bed and a few thrusts later he comes with a loud groan as he falls limp on top of me.
It’s hard to breathe with his full weight crushing me but we lie perfectly still for several long moments before he pulls out and rolls off me, my head turning automatically to look at him as he lays back against the mattress. I smile sluggishly at him and move my limp arm to rest against his collar, my fingers playing with the curve of his neck. "We should get engaged more often." I mutter with a contented sigh, my mind still floating up somewhere near the ceiling.
He catches the hand playing against him and presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist, smiling at the ring on my finger. "I couldn't agree more." He pauses and rolls onto his side, drawing himself nearer me. "I was thinking though and maybe it wouldn't hurt to take some time off, we could go somewhere no one knows us for awhile."
"That sounds suspiciously like a honeymoon." I try to turn toward him but my body refuses to cooperate and all I manage is to sink further into the bedding and run my hand through his hair.
He chuckles at my failed attempt and presses forward to compensate for my lack of mobility, our hands entwining between us. "Call it whatever you like as long as we do it." Which is easier said than done, all of our previous tries at securing time away failing miserably as something always comes up - whether it be Draco's work at the hospital, some important function I simply 'must' attend, or my own work as an Auror.
But nothing is going to stop us now, if only for the fact that I will simply not let it. "Ready when you are." I close the little gap between us and kiss him softly, letting the happiness of our new step wash over me.
It’s strange to think that just half a decade ago I walked up to him, intending to die and take his taste with me and instead…instead I got a new life, a new light, a new heart. I got him. For better or worse.
~End~

A/N: Fluff, Fluff, Fluff, because I love me my happy endings as much as my angsty beginnings. And now it’s over!! I’m a bit happy/sad about that, its so much fun writing this! Thank you all for reading this and I hope you liked it.
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da_blk_saiyangurl and delia cerrano: Thank you! I’m glad you liked it and I’m apparently unable to write anything short and thus I think this is the longest chapter out of them all. I seriously considered making this much longer and having more interactions with Ron and Hermione and really go into everything but I decided I wanted to make it more of like looking through telescope of how Draco and Harry got together and leaving the rest as background noise. I hope you like the ending :)
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