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Strong Hands	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6144 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Oh wow, the last chapter must
have been reeeeally crappy, cos
I’ve only gotten like 3 or 4 reviews. For chapter four I’ve gotten about 20. sigh. Anyway, here’s the last chapter. It’s short and
fluffy. I hope you like it.

BETA: arealdeal

Strong Hands

xxxx CHAPTER VI – Epilogue xxxx

‘Three years isn’t such a long time,
eh?’

“You can’t
be serious!” Pansy exclaimed bluntly, successfully ignoring the looks of the
other customers and the two employees. Draco on the other hand gave them an
apologetic smile before turning back to his best friend.

“Will you quieten down a bit?” He hissed and straightened his neck-tie that he
wore with his expensive, tailor-made black muggle suit.

“No, I won’t.” Pansy hissed much quieter than before. “This is what you’ve
wanted for so long. Sometimes you were a constantly whining and complaining
pain in the you-know-where and I had to listen to all of
it. Pansy, I want this so much nag nag. Pansy, what
should I do nag nag… And now you have the chance to
finally be happy and you send him away?” Her voice had once again risen one
octave and Draco winced visibly when his ears rung.

“I didn’t send him away.” The blond young man defended himself. “I just told
him that I don’t think that I’m ready for such a big step. After all, it would change my entire life.”

“That was the whole I.D.E.A.!” Pansy screeched, clenching her fists in despair.

“Are you all right there?” Hermione asked while poking her head out of the
curtain of the changing room she was in.

“Yes, yes, darling, everything’s fine. Draco’s just being his usual self, a
complete pillock.” Pansy explained calmly and brushed non-existent lint off her
purple blouse, while, once again, successfully ignoring the other customers and
Draco’s affronted glare.

“Oh, okay. I’ll be done in a moment, okay? And be honest, will you?” Hermione
said and her head vanished again behind the curtain. Draco turned in his seat
that was, like Pansy’s, turned towards the changing rooms, and looked at the
slender brunette.

“I’m no pillock.” He sulked and pushed his lower lip out into a pout that was
adorable, if you hadn’t been on the receiving end once too often – like Pansy.

“Perhaps you’re not, but you’re a total wimp when it comes to changing things
in your life. One day this will cut you off from any chance
of happiness.”

“I am happy.” Draco protested and felt his anger rising when Pansy
didn’t even care enough to look him in the eyes.

“Uhum. I’ll remind you of
that when you come running to me again and whinge about regretting your
decision.”

“For God’s sake, Pansy, I haven’t decided yet!” This time it had been Draco’s
voice that echoed loudly through the shop and caught everyone’s attention.”

The arrival of another customer was announced with the
tinkling of a small bell that hung over the entrance. Everyone’s attention snapped from Draco to
the door and the tall, dark haired man that entered the small shop. He seemed a bit out of place in his well-worn
trainers, jeans and sexy three day beard in the little white, pink, girly
shop. Spotting Pansy and Draco a huge
grin appeared on his face.

What were the women all goggling at, Draco thought and narrowed his eyes at the
approaching form of none other than Harry Potter.

“Harry!” Pansy called happily and jumped up to hug the man enthusiastically.
“Try to talk some sense into him, will you?” she whispered with a wink at him
when he looked at her questioningly. She let go of the young man and took her
former seat. Harry went over to the free seat on Draco’s other side and sat
down.

“Malfoy.” He drawled, but his face held a warm, honest
smile and his tone was far too soft.

“Potter.” Draco answered sharply and crossed his arms
in front of his chest. Harry’s eyebrows rose and he began to understand what
Pansy meant.

“Oh, someone’s huffy.” He teased and heard Pansy quietly snigger. “What’s wrong
Panse?”

“I am not huffy. And why do you ask Pansy instead of me?” Draco protested and
crossed his legs to let his right foot bounce furiously.

“Cos you wouldn’t tell me and she might.” Harry
reasoned and leaned over the arm rests of his and Draco’s chairs to get close
to Draco’s ear. “You look goddamn sexy is that suit, you know that, don’t you?”
He whispered and brushed his stubbly chin against the side of Draco’s jaw.

“Of course I know that.” The blond said, probably trying to sound haughty, but
it only came out in a breathy whisper. Harry’s hand landed on his knee and
squeezed it softly. His breath hitched for a moment, because he knew what Harry
wanted when he touched his knee like that. Maybe they could… only for a moment…
in one of the changing rooms…

“Could we come back to the topic on hand, or do you want to sneak off to one of
the rooms to shag?” Pansy asked annoyed, but Draco heard the amusement in her
voice that she tried to hide.

“Okay, so, how long do you think Mione will take?
Blaise and Theo are already waiting at the restaurant.” Harry asked with a loud
huff and he saw that Draco wasn’t too happy with the wait either. They hadn’t
seen each other for three days, because Draco had visited Snape at Hogwarts and
now they couldn’t even share a short ‘welcome-back-I missed-you’ kiss. Perhaps
they should have chosen the changing room.

“That’s not what I meant, but she said, she’d be done in a moment. Maybe the
dressmaker here takes forever. HERMIONE?” Pansy called
out and nodded, pleased when she heard Hermione call back that they’d be done
in a moment. She turned back to the two young men and raised one eyebrow at
Harry, who understood immediately and sighed heavily.

“What’s wrong, Draco?” He asked, running his hand through his freshly trimmed
hair.

“It’s nothing.” The Malfoy heir answered quickly, fidgeting in his seat so that
even Harry knew that something was definitely wrong.

“Tell him.” Pansy demanded and leaned back in her chair. “He’ll tell you the
same thing as I did.”

“What do you need to tell me?” The brunette asked suspiciously. “You’re okay, aren’t
you?” He added concerned.

“I’m okay. More than okay.” Draco replied with a faint
smile. Harry was so sweet when he was worried about him. “I, actually I… well, Sev asked me… now that I have finished my Potions training,
if I want to become his assistant for my final training to become a Potions
Master.”

Harry’s face lit up in pure joy and he wrapped the smaller man in a tight hug.
“That is wonderful, love. That’s exactly what you’ve always wanted, innit?” He felt Draco nod against his shoulder, but
furrowed his brows when he heard Pansy huff in annoyance.

“Come on, Draco, tell him the rest and what you have
to do for Severus.” The former Golden Boy loosened his embrace and looked at
Draco in expectation.

“I… he… he attached a condition to the offer.” Draco confessed meekly and
stared at his lap.

“Yes?” Harry asked tensely, growling in annoyance when Hermione chose that
moment to step out of the changing room. Pansy squealed in delight and jumped
up to have a better look at the white, flowing gown.

“It is so beautiful, darling. Just perfect. You’ll be
such a stunning bride, Blaise won’t know what hit
him.” The girls giggled and Hermione allowed the dressmaker to fuss some more with
her wedding gown.

They chattered a bit more and Harry used the time to get Draco to talk a bit
more. He leaned on the arm rest of his chair and looked at Draco, who gazed
appreciatively at the gown. “What’s the condition, baby?” He saw the blond
shudder and hoped he was only being his usual Drama Queen self].

“He said, if I take the job and become a Potions Master, I have to take over
his position as potions instructor so that he can retire.” To Harry, Draco
sounded heartbroken and desperate and he couldn’t comprehend why his lover was
so crestfallen about such a wonderful offer. He took Draco’s hands between his and rubbed
them slightly when he noticed how cold they were.

“Draco, why are you so sad? Aren’t you happy? This is the chance you’ve waited so long for.
You’ve worked so hard these last three years to get this chance and fulfil your
dreams. So, what’s wrong, baby?” He saw the blond’s
lower lip tremble and knew Draco was close to tears. Not caring that they were in a muggle shop, surrounded by about twenty young women, he let
go off Draco’s hands to frame the blond’s face and
kiss him lovingly. “Don’t cry, please.”

Draco nodded between his large hands and sniffled miserably. “I don’t want that
job anymore, because it means I have to live at Hogwarts.”

“And?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow and grinned when Draco looked incredulous
as if asking ‘are you serious?’.

“You can’t be that daft, Potter. If I
live at Hogwarts we can’t see each other very often anymore.”

“Because?” Harry asked with big, innocent eyes that he
knew infuriated Draco immensely, when the smaller man gripped the chair’s
armrest tightly.

“Because I can’t floo travel every
night to my or your flat.” He gritted out and prayed that Potter
wouldn’t ask more stupid questions, sitting in pink and white muggle land with an attentive audience.

“Draco,” Harry said softly deciding to end this little torture. “we’ve been a couple for three years now, Blaise and Mione getting already married… don’t you think it’s time we
move in together? If you want me at
Hogwarts I’ll go with you.”

Draco stared at him with wide open eyes and stopped blinking for a moment. “You
would do that for me?” He whispered hoping this wasn’t just a dream.

“Of course.” The brunette said as if he had been
offended. “I love you, after all.”

“What about your business?” Draco asked, still not allowing himself to believe
his luck.

“Well, it’s much easier for me to apparate or floo-travel every day to my practice than for you, with all
the children you will have to keep an eye on during all times of the day and
night. So, that wouldn’t be a problem.” Harry shrugged and suddenly found himself
with a lap full of Draco.

“I love you, Harry Potter.”

“Guys, I’m really happy that you love each other and all, but could we,
perhaps, talk about MY wedding gown? You know I’m getting married in a week,
don’t you?”

*FIN?*

(this was added by arealdeal because she thinks #quote# it reads like the end, so don’t
forget the ever necessary FIN.
#unquote# and she’s definitely right!)

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