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The Fallen Sakura Petal	By : corsochan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 15480 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Apologies!! I posted the last chapter but not the one for trial. Anyway here is the missing trial chapter. Enjoy!!

Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: This chapter will be in Draco's POV. The trial will be loosely based on how the proceedings are done here in the U.S. I think this will be one of the last chapters; I only intended for this fic to be at most 12 chapters. Thanks to all that reviewed, fav'd & followed!. Enjoy Lovelies!.

Previously:

I'm going to live my life to the best of my ability, honor myself and my name. I will not let what happened to me hold me down." When Draco spoke he was looking directly into Harry's soft green eyes. The grey eyed male poured all the passion in his words into his eyes, and Harry felt his heart skip a beat when Draco mentioned settling down and starting a family.

Harry only hoped that Draco was dropping a hint to him in regards to him wanting Harry in the future. The dark haired male would just have to wait and see what the future brought for them.

Settling down on the bed Draco still in his arms they began to talk of other things going on in the world; Quidditch, Hogwarts and the goings on in the Ministry. Soon the oppressive atmosphere of anger and pain left Draco's bedroom and the four of them laughed as they spoke quietly.

~~~~~~~***********Chapter 11*********~~~~~~

Draco was shocked that things were happening so quickly; it seemed like it was only yesterday that Harry had come to see him to let them know that Ron, Seamus and Ginny Weasely were responsible for his kidnapping and forced prostitution.

No it was Thursday morning; Draco, his mother, Alice, Hermione and Harry were seated in the antechambers of the Wizengamot. The court was in session dealing with the trials of Ron, Seamus and Ginny. Draco would be testifying for the prosecution and by doing so was not allowed to witness the trial until he was called to speak about what happened to him.

During the days following that Sunday visit from Harry Draco had uncovered all of his blocked memories; they were not pleasant but the young Malfoy heir felt better now that he knew his story.

His memories were not pretty but they were his and no one should be able to take that from him. Draco had assimilated the new information quite well actually, everyone kept waiting for him to breakdown and lose it; like he had that first day back at Malfoy Manor in the bathroom.

The expected outburst never came; Draco had accepted what had happened to him, he knew it was not his fault and that the people who did this to him were sick and twisted. Now that he knew what he had done to earn their hatred Draco just couldn't understand why they had done what they did to him.

How could they say he deserved it? Yes, Draco had done horrible things but all of them had been committed due to the desperation he felt because he had no way out of his father's oppression or his forced service to the Dark Lord. His accidental poisoning of Ron in fifth year was just a glaring example of his fear and terror of both his father a Voldemort.

Draco had done even less to Seamus or Ginevra; it had been his father who had given the cursed diary to Ginny not Draco. Draco hadn't even known about this fact until much later on, in fact it disgusted him that his father would do that to an eleven year old child.

Draco truly regretted everything he had done while forced to serve the Dark Lord; he learned he was trying to repent for his deeds before he was kidnapped and obliviated. That was why he had agreed to meet with Ginevra Weasely, he wanted to make amends for his deeds, seek forgiveness and move towards burying any old ill will.

The Malfoy heir still wanted to do these things with the remaining Weasely family but after this trial Draco didn't see that happening at all. But once again Draco's hope refused to die and maybe one day the Malfoys and Weaselys could become associates if not friends.

Draco shifted in the uncomfortable chair, thinking about the last six months and what had come out of it. A few good things had happened to him since he was found; he now had a close relationship with Harry Potter, where this relationship was going was anyone's guess, but Draco was curious and excited to explore it.

Harry was wonderful to Draco and his mother; he was always there to offer support and explain what was going on with the investigation. The blonde always felt at ease and safe when Harry was around him, like no one would or could touch him as long as the Potter Lord was by his side.

The feeling of safety was a good feeling; it was a feeling Draco was quite unfamiliar with in his short life. When he was young his father had scared him and beat him to make sure he would be the perfect Malfoy heir. So his home was and always had been a prison to him.

When Draco had gone to Hogwarts he still was not safe from his father's strict guidelines, all his "friends" would send reports back to his father about his movements. Anything his father found lacking was immediately addressed in a letter and again when Draco returned home for holidays.

There never seemed to be a place where Draco could relax and just be who he was, after so many years of living in constant fear behind a mask of cruelty had taken its toll on Draco. When the war was over, his father imprisoned and he was pardoned Draco wanted to be who he was and he started to let his masks fall slowly.

The dropping of his mask made Draco feel like one thousand pounds had been lifted from his shoulders. He could laugh and smile when something amused him, have a conversation with whoever he wanted regardless of their blood status. It was wonderful but it had all gone to hell when he agreed to meet Ginevra Weasely.

Draco stopped the negative thoughts right there, he would not go down that road. He had seen what negativity and hate could do to someone; his father, the Dark Lord and finally his three attackers. Draco refused to become a twisted soul bent on revenge, he had his second chance and he wouldn't throw it away for something so trivial.

At least he met Alice; sweet Alice who was more like her workers than he ever knew. The brothel matron was a good soul; she did what she had to do to survive in this world. He held no ill will toward the older woman, as soon as Alice saw the article she had contacted his mother, setting the ball in motion for him to regain his memories and return home.

Alice had owled him his forgotten earnings along with a missive in regards to paying back any monies Alice made from the selling of his body. Draco agreed to her request to pay him back but knew he would not keep the money; he would donate it to St. Mungos or some other worthy institution or cause.

A cleared throat brought Draco's attention to a stern faced Auror who was standing at the opened door to the Wizengamot courtroom; "We are ready for you Lord Malfoy." Draco nodded while standing, he gave his mother, Hermione and Alice a kiss to the cheek and accepted a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek from Harry for support.

Taking a deep breath, squaring his shoulder and holding his head high Draco entered the large empty courtroom, he glanced around taking in the gallery filled with plum robed wizards and witches.

The spectator gallery was empty with the exception of the Weasely and Finnegan families, the entire gathered family members were forbidden from speaking about the proceedings to anyone. The court felt, and Draco agreed, that it was his place to tell what happened to him to the wizarding world if he choose to.

Draco saw the looks of anger and pain on the assembled faces, but he just continued to walk to the witness stand. After he was sworn in Draco sat and waited for the prosecution to begin asking his questions. The prosecutor was a good law wizard by the name of Anthony Goldstein, Draco vaguely remembered him from Hogwarts.

Finally the questioning began, Draco was briefed on the questions that would be asked but it was another thing to answer them in front of the entire Wizengamot. Draco refused to be ashamed of what happened to him and answered in a clear voice void of shame or anger.

When the defense's law wizard stood Draco had an uneasy feelings about him; the man's name was Mr. Arcanus and he radiated sleaziness. This first impression proved correct when the man tried to make it look like Draco was at fault, that he enjoyed being a whore for six months.

During Mr. Arcanus' questioning Draco tried to keep his cool but it was hard when someone tried to twist his words and what happened to make it look like it was his fault or he deserved it.

Mr. Goldstein objected every time but the damage was already done to Draco's confidence, finally the Chief Warlock stepped in, warning Mr. Arcanus to watch himself and if he failed to the Wizengamot would have no choice but to eject him from the courtroom.

That gave Draco his confidence back; he finished answering all of Mr. Arcanus' now civil if snidely asked questions with confidence and honesty. The only positive thing was the fact that the two Weaselys and Finnegan had chosen to be represented by the same law wizard so once Draco was done he was done for good.

When he stepped down from the stand he glanced to the gathered families, Draco saw the horror and disgust on their faces as they looked at the three defendants at the defense table.

It gave Draco no satisfaction to see those looks on the families' faces but they needed to know what happened, that their daughter and sons were not innocent and decent people. That they had committed a serious offense to another person and for that they needed to be punished.

Draco took a seat behind Mr. Goldstein's table, waiting for the next witness to be called. Harry came in next; the stunned looks on the gathered Weaselys and Finnegans said it all. It seemed they could not believe that Harry was going to speak on Draco's behalf, that the Potter Lord would turn his back on his best friend, his best friend's sister and a close school friend.

Well they should believe it; Harry was loyal to those who deserved it and in this case Ron, Seamus and Ginevra had lost his loyalty and trust. Now Harry looked at the three with barely veiled disgust and loathing.

Harry went through the same swearing in process that Draco had and the questions began once again. Harry did so well in Draco's opinion, the Potter Lord's voice was strong and clear. Draco watched as his crush answered every question with grace and unwavering confidence.

HE felt heartened that Harry didn't flinch or show any disgust when Mr. Arcanus brought up the fact that Draco had been a whore for six months. The grey eyed male truly hoped that Harry wouldn't be bothered by this fact but now that he saw how Harry reacted to the cold hard truth it made a weight lift in his heart.

Harry really didn't care about the fact that Draco had slept with other men, men who had paid for his body. He believed it wouldn't bother the emerald eyed man but believing and seeing are two different things entirely. Now all his doubts, no matter how small, were swept away.

Draco felt his heart speed up when Harry left the stand and their eyes met; there was so much passion and love in those emerald eyes and it was directed totally at him. When Harry took his seat next to Draco he slipped his slender hand in Harry's larger one, and held it tightly; hopefully communicating his thanks and building affection to the Potter Lord.

Harry seemed to get the drift as he responded with a smile and squeeze of his own. They sat there together as his mother, Alice, Hermione and Healer James were called to testify. To Draco the evidence was irrefutable in regards to Ron, Seamus and Ginevra's guilt but there was still one more witness to go.

Kingsley Shacklebolt entered the courtroom to speak against the three coconspirators; Draco never saw more shocked expressions before than when he looked over at the defendant's side. All of them, Mr. Arcanus included, looked as if Merlin had waltzed in wearing a ball gown.

Draco could understand their shock; it was quite damning when the Minister himself spoke against a defendant. If the evidence wasn't damning enough this was the final nail in the coffin. Mr. Arcanus seemed to have the same thought and leaned over to confer with the three defendants.

Draco looked to the four people surrounding him in curiosity; what could the defense law wizard be saying? Harry and Hermione looked thoughtful while his mother and Alice shared the same curious expression.

Before Kingsley could be asked a question by Mr. Goldstein Mr. Arcanus stood and asked to address the court. Draco listened as Mr. Arcanus asked if his clients could change their pleas and if they did would they be given leniency in their sentencing.

The court listened to the request before they excused themselves to confer privately. A smoky privacy bubble was erected around the assembled Wizengamot as they discussed Mr. Arcanus' request. Kingsley said a few words to one of the Auror guards, nodded in Harry's direction and left the courtroom.

Draco didn't care if they changed their pleas, he cared about the sentencing. He wanted Ron, Seamus and Ginevra to be locked up for a good long time. After what seemed like forever the privacy screen was lowered.

The Chief Warlock, Draco could not remember his name, spoke in a serious tone; "We will allow your clients to change their pleas. However, no leniency will be given to them when they are sentenced. Would you like to change their pleas?"

Mr. Arcanus glanced to his clients and obviously got an affirmative answer to his silent question; "My clients would like to change their pleas to Guilty. They plead with the court for leniency; they didn't realize what they had done was wrong."

After the defense's law wizard was done speaking Draco wanted to scream; they hadn't known what they did was wrong?! Are you kidding him? Draco didn't believe that for a second and by the looks of it neither did the Wizengamot, in fact the assembled plum robed figures looked like they had all swallowed a lemon.

"We acknowledge the change in plea to guilty for all three defendants. Defendants please rise and state your amended pleas." Draco watched as each of the three soulless bastards stood and shakily declared themselves guilty. He felt no sadness for them, they deserved everything they had coming to them.

Once the three of them were done speaking the Chief Warlock spoke again; "Due to this occurrence we will confer in regards to the appropriate sentencing for the three defendants. We will reconvene shortly to announce your sentences." With that the smoky privacy bubble was re-raised.

Draco and his fellows in the spectators' gallery waited in silence; the Weaselys sent pleading looks to Harry. Probably begging him to speak on behalf of Ron and Ginevra; Harry didn't acknowledge their stares or silent pleas.

Draco did not know what had transpired between Harry and the rest of the Weasely family; all he knew is Harry was sitting beside him and that in itself was a telling sign to the Potter Lord's allegiance in this matter.

Draco was grateful once again for Harry, he really was and maybe when this was over they could really make a go at being together. He knew from his recovered memories that he had fancied Harry throughout their school years but he could never speak of it or act on it; they were always at odds with each other.

However, now things seemed to have changed between them. The young blonde man wanted Harry; there was no doubt in his mind. Draco knew it may take a while to get over what had happened to him but he knew Harry was not like the men who had visited him at the brothel.

Harry was an honest, attractive man and Draco would be happy to stand by his side. They could do so much together if only they took the chance to see where it went. Hopefully Harry wanted him in the same way and was willing to take the chance with him, but judging by the looks and constant reassuring touches Harry kept giving him Draco thought their chances were pretty good.

The silencing spell was brought down bringing all of them out of their thoughts and calling for their full attention. When everyone was looking at the Wizengamot the Chief Warlock again spoke; "In regards to Ronald Billius Weasely, we the Wizengamot find you Guilty on all charges.

The charges are as follows: Dereliction of Duty, Obstructing an Active Investigation, Kidnapping, Human Trafficking across Country Borders, and Theft. The penalty for these crimes is seventy-five years in Azkaban and a three thousand galleon fine paid to Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy. The sentence and financial fine will be instated upon the conclusion of this trial.

In regards to Seamus Finnegan, we the Wizengamot find you Guilty on all charges. The charges are the same as read in regards to Ronald Billius Weasely. The sentence for these crimes is seventy-five years in Azkaban and a three thousand galleon fine paid to Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy. The sentence and fine will be instated upon the conclusion of this trial.

In regards to Ginevra Molly Weasely, we the Wizengamot find you Guilty on all charges. The charges are the same as read in regards to Ronald Billius Weasely. The sentence for these crimes is seventy-five years in Azkaban and a three thousand galleon fine paid to Lord Draco Lucius Malfoy. The sentence and fine will be instated upon the conclusion of this trial.

So I speak it, so mote it be." With those last words the gavel was banged against the wooden desk and the three convicts were led away with fearful ashen faces. Draco felt satisfied with the verdict and punishment; they had gotten what they deserved. The money he would be receiving would again be donated to a charitable cause.

Draco and his contingent stood, making to leave the large courtroom but were stopped by Molly Weasely's voice. "Harry how could you not speak up for them? If you had said something the penalty may not have been this bad! I thought we were your family?"

Harry looked the Weasely matriarch dead in the eye; "I did not speak for them because I believe they deserved the sentences they received. I consider you my family, but I also have to consider my morals and conscience. That is why I did not speak for Ron, Seamus or Ginevra.

If you can't understand my reasons then there is nothing I can do about that. Maybe one day you can understand why I did what I did. Come on Draco let's go out for lunch and celebrate the ending of all this." Draco smiled a small smile and took Harry's offered arm as the Potter Lord led them out of the room.

Draco was elated it was over, he never imagined it would go so quickly but then again when you have the Savior of the Wizarding World and the Minister of Magic in your corner it tends to speed up the wheels of justice. Draco's life was truly looking up and if the man guiding him out of the room stayed with him it could only get better.

Oh My Lord! Next time I decide to write a court scene I'm just going to slap myself. : ) Our three idiots have been brought to justice. I hope you all enjoyed it. One or two more chapters to go.

All Mistakes Are My Own!

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Author: HatefulRodeo

Story: Fallen Cherry Blossom

Notes: Alright Lovelies let's wrap this thing up! This will be in Draco's POV. Thank you for all the reviews, fav's & follows; means a ton and really gives me the incentive to write more. Enjoy the final chapter!

Previously:

Harry looked the Weasely matriarch dead in the eye; "I did not speak for them because I believe they deserved the sentences they received. I consider you my family, but I also have to consider my morals and conscience. That is why I did not speak for Ron, Seamus or Ginevra.

If you can't understand my reasons then there is nothing I can do about that. Maybe one day you can understand why I did what I did. Come on Draco let's go out for lunch and celebrate the ending of all this." Draco smiled a small smile and took Harry's offered arm as the Potter Lord led them out of the room.

Draco was elated it was over; he never imagined it would go so quickly but then again when you have the Savior of the Wizarding World and the Minister of Magic in your corner it tends to speed up the wheels of justice. Draco's life was truly looking up and if the man guiding him out of the room stayed with him it could only get better.

~~~~~~~~~~~******Chapter 12*******~~~~~~~~~~~

Six Months Later...

Draco was happy, incredibly stupidly happy! After the trial everything began to look up for the youngest Malfoy; the ordeal was behind him, the Malfoy's relationship with the wizarding world was on the mend and Draco was dating Harry Potter.

Draco had granted the Daily Prophet an interview, seeing as everyone knew he was missing and since he was seen in St. Mungos people wanted to know what happened. The newest Malfoy Lord had not gone into specifics about what exactly happened.

Essentially Draco had explained that he had been kidnapped, his memory erased and held for over six months in an unknown location. The reported had tried to pry more out of him but Draco did not budge, finally the young lady gave up and pursued other topics.

He had been asked about the Aurors and their lack of interest in his disappearance or attempts to locate him. Draco had been diplomatic in regards to his answer; he knew that most of the Aurors were honest; Ron and Seamus were just rotten. The blonde male had said almost exactly that.

Draco went on to detail that he would be donating the money he had been awarded by the Wizengamot to several worthy charities. He felt it was the right thing to do plus it never hurt to have the Malfoy name associated with philanthropic endeavors especially when he was trying to elevate their sullied name back into prominence.

The article went over well with the public; people were cordial if not overly friendly. Many believed Draco had suffered enough as it was and had no interest in continuing with the holding of grudges; in the post war wizarding world of Britain many were done with fighting.

Alice had become a friend to him; sometimes it was easier to talk about what happened to him with her. She could understand it better than his mother ort Harry could. Plus, Draco would feel embarrassed speaking about some of his issues with his mother or Harry.

Between Harry, his mother and Alice Draco was healing and six months later he felt complete in his life. Things were still a work in progress, they always would be but at this point Draco was content with his place in life. The last four months being Harry's lover were definitely amazing for the still love-struck teen. He owed Harry a lot even though the Potter Lord would never ask for anything.

Draco was grateful, even six months later, that Harry had made it his personal goal to get him and his mother out and back into the social circles of the elite members of wizarding society. He enjoyed the gatherings, the conversations were fascinating to the lithe blonde; Harry hated them even though he tried to smile for Draco's benefit.

The fact that Harry had spent over two months escorting him to several benefits and banquets made Draco care for him, maybe even love him, more. It was at one of the more bland functions that Harry had finally kissed him; the thought of it still made Draco swoon.

The only dark spot was the Weasely family; with the exception of the twins, Bill and Charlie the family had cut ties with Harry. Draco couldn't understand it? Weren't they supposed to be Harry's family? How could they turn their backs on him just because he wouldn't speak on behalf of their son and daughter?

Draco felt bad for a long time about that, Harry finally wheedled this out of him and promptly assured the blonde that it was not his fault that the Weaselys didn't understand his position. If anything it showed the last Potter exactly where he stood with the Weasely family.

Other than the Weasely family abandoning Harry everything else was phenomenal; he had taken over the Malfoy Lordship as well as the companies owned by his families. His father had left more than their name in ruin; they had less than half of the Malfoy fortune remaining.

It seemed his father not only funded the most recent war but neglected everything while it was being waged. It was disgusting to Draco that his so called proud father had let their family fall into such ruin and disrepute. However, things were not irreparable and with a lot of hard work Draco had begun to right the ship.

They weren't anywhere near as wealthy as they had once been but they could live quite nicely for a long time if Draco choose not to work. This was something Draco refused to do; no he wanted to prove himself and build their wealth and name back up for himself, his family and future children.

A blush covered Draco's pale cheeks; Harry and he had only been together for four months but they had progressed quickly. They both felt that it was foolish to wait when they both knew how they felt for the other.

HE expected a ring and a marriage proposal anytime from Harry; he would be saying "Yes" of course. Only then would he even entertain the thought of having a child with his emerald eyed lover, though they had both discussed the issue of children. Both males wanted more than one child; Draco especially since he knew how lonely being an only child could be.

Smile on his face Draco rose to make his way to the receiving room Harry would be home soon from his meeting with his account manager at Gringotts. As soon as Draco cleared the doorway the fire flared green and Harry stepped out in all his handsome glory.

Merlin Draco would never get sick of seeing Harry. The man was simply gorgeous, tall, broad shoulders, muscled but not overly so; his lover also possessed hands, lips and a cock that made Draco scream in ecstasy whenever they joined together in that way.

Before Draco could pounce on his newly arrived lover the fire flared again and Hermione stepped out. Draco looked to Harry in confusion seeing as he was never told Hermione was joining them. His confusion built when Bill, Charlie, Fred and George stepped out as well.

HIs mother, bless her, finally cleared up the confusion when she stepped into the room and greeted the new arrivals and thanking them for joining them for dinner. Dinner? When did that happen? Internally shrugging Draco pushed his questions to the back of his mind and resolved to enjoy the presence of his lover, mother and close friends.

Yes, he was good friends with Weaselys and a muggleborn; up yours father! The thought always sent a thrill down his spine, he knew his father would kill him if he saw what Narcissa and he were doing right now but seeing as his father wasn't there and never would be again Draco wasn't too worried.

The little crowd made their way to the sitting room that adjoined the dining room; drinks were served as well as finger foods. The conversation was great, it always was; the Weaselys and Granger always had such interesting news.

Draco thoroughly enjoyed speaking to Bill about his work in curse breaking, if he wasn't tied to a Noble house it would have been a fascination career to look into. Also, hearing the goings on at Gringotts never hurt you wither especially in terms of where and when to invest your galleons.

Finally a tiny little elf announced that dinner was being served, they all made their way inside and took their seats. His mother sat at the head of the table as a sign of respect for her while Harry and Draco sat across from each other at her side. The rest of their guests took their chairs.

Draco blushed more that night then he had for in his life! The twins seemed to tease him more than usual; Draco didn't mind if anything it made him feel like he was a part of Harry's remaining Weasely surrogate family. It pleased him greatly that their mutual loved ones could get along.

His mother, Narcissa, was enjoying her time chatting with Charlie about Dragons; his mother had always been fascinated by the beasts. Where do you think the name Draco came from? Not that Draco minded he loved his name, it was a string and honorable name; plus Draco could always steal away, look up into the sky and spot the constellation he was named for.

Finally the invading Weaselys and Hermione left for the night, Narcissa excused herself looking happy but tired. As much as Draco hated to admit his mother was aging, the war had not been kind to her either. She was still a strong woman and witch but she tired easily, requiring Narcissa to rest more frequently.

Harry knew it weighed on him; Draco had just gotten his mother back, he couldn't lose her now! "Narcissa will be fine love. She just needs her rest besides being with the Weaselys can make anyone tired." Draco chuckled at the truth of his lover's words.

"Indeed, those twins certainly make our lives more interesting don't they? But I wouldn't want it any other way. Feels nice to have true friends for the first time in my life and I have to thank for it all. Thank you Harry and I love you." Harry pressed a kiss to his cheek before backing away a lewd smirk on his lips.

"If you want to thank me I have some ideas; come Draco let's go to bed so you can show me your thanks and I can show you my appreciation." Draco's blood immediately flooded to his groin filling his cock, by the time they reached their room Draco's cock was hard and wanting; it amazed the Malfoy Lord that just the mere thought of Harry could make him hard and wanting.

Draco and Harry made their way hand and hand over to the large bed, both glancing at each other with love and lust swirling in their eyes. The blonde made the first move, reaching for Harry's robes to remove them from his lover's broad body. Next his lover's button up shirt hit the floor followed by his boots being kicked off. Draco finally unbuttoned Harry's pants and boxers, pushing them to the floor.

Harry stepped out of his puddling pants and undergarments and took a step forward so he could smash his lips to Draco's. Their kisses were always like liquid fire to Draco, rapidly racing through him and burning his nerve ending until he was so sensitive he could almost cum just by Harry's lips alone.

Finally Harry removed his now swollen lips from Draco's equally bruised ones, the Malfoy Lord allowed Harry to strip him of his clothing and soon they were both nude. Draco stared at his lover's body, it was so much different than his own; Harry was taller, broader and had corded muscle lining his body.

Where Harry was dark Draco was light; silver blonde hair to his lover's raven locks, liquid grey eyes to Harry's shining emeralds.

They were opposites in every way, but they fit together like they were always meant to be together. It made Draco believe in fate or destiny that he was out here to be with Harry and Harry was born to be with him.

Draco took a step forward, placing his hands on Harry's broad chest and running his hands downward, touching and caressing his lover's nipples until the pebbled only moving to massage Harry's sensitive hips.

Draco's exploring hands finally made it to Harry's hard erection; his slender hand wrapped around his lover's rigid flesh and began to pump. HIs other hand made it to Harry's heavy balls, rolling them in his hand Draco watched his lover's dark eyes become hazy with pleasure.

He loved knowing that Harry enjoyed what Draco was doing to him; deciding to further Harry's pleasure he dropped gracefully to his knees removed his stoking hand from Harry's cock and replaced it with his hungry mouth. The emerald eyed man's moans pushed Draco onward, encouraging the blonde to take more of his lover's cock into his mouth.

Draco felt the blunt head of Harry's member hit the back of his throat, suppressing his reflex to gag Draco allowed the head of his partner's erection to slide into his throat. He swallowed and hummed when pre-cum leaked out of the slit of his lover's cock; gods he loved the way Harry tasted.

Harry was now moaning and thrusting his hips, thrusting his hard length into Draco's willing mouth. He let the raven haired man chase his own release; Draco allowed his throat to relax as Harry began to pump his hips faster. The kneeling man knew his lover was close, his thrusts were becoming erratic and Draco could feel the balls his was still fondling tightening to Harry's body, signaling his lover's approaching release.

He opened eyes he didn't realize he closed; casting his lust blown grey eyes upward to meet Harry's equally lust darkened eyes. It seemed this was Harry's undoing the second their eyes met Harry thrust forward once more and spilled his seed into Draco's waiting mouth. He drank his lover's release greedily, devouring every drop Harry gave him.

The blonde man continued to suck and lick his lover's cock until no traces of semen remained in Harry's length. Draco yelped when he was pulled of his knees and pushed onto the soft bed; Harry was on top of him in seconds mauling his mouth. Their tongues battled each other, sliding against each other in sensual movements only lovers knew.

Draco was left breathless when Harry pulled his mouth away from him only to humph when he was flipped onto his stomach. He allowed himself to relax, letting his lover do what he wanted with him; he trusted Harry to never do anything Draco wouldn't want him to and stop if Draco asked him to.

A mewl left him when he felt a cleansing spell flow through his channel; a scream of pure ecstasy left Draco's pink lips when his lover's slick tongue licked the puckered flesh surrounding his entrance before that talented tongue delved into his tight ass. Merlin, Morgana and Circe Draco loved it when Harry did this to him.

Draco was adrift in the pleasure Harry was giving to his body, his hands were clenching the bed sheets as his lover continued to plunder his now loosening hole. Those strong hands were grasping his hips lightly, encouraging his Draco to thrust his hips back, allowing Harry's tongue to slip deeper into his ass.

HIs lover pulled away from Draco's now dripping entrance, a murmured lubrication spell slicking Draco's already twitching tunnel and coating Harry's reawakened length. Another yelp was heard when Draco was flipped yet gain onto his back, his long toned legs were lifted to sit on his lover's broad shoulders.

Harry grasped his hip gently while the other appendage was guiding his lubed cock into Draco's slightly gaping hole. A whimper of pained pleasure escaped him as Harry's impressive erection spread him open as his lover sank deeper into his waiting body.

Draco was in bliss when Harry's bottomed out, his groin settling against Draco's slick ass cheeks; the pain was still radiating through his ass but he didn't mind, the blonde always enjoyed a bit of pain in their lovemaking. Harry remained still until Draco let him know he could move, even though Draco enjoyed the burning pain of being stretched he had no desire for his entrance to be torn.

Finally the pain all but disappeared and the needy blonde rolled his hips, silently telling his waiting lover he was ready. Harry readjusted his legs on his shoulders, leaning forward so Draco's knees were almost touching the mattress next to his head. Harry moved his arms, circling them around Draco's back and lifting the smaller male so his ass opened further for deeper penetration.

Harry finally began to move his hips, slowly penetrating Draco's body in deep languorous thrusts. Draco was in heaven, his lover always knew what he wanted and needed; tonight Draco needed to be comforted, loved and cherished and Harry would always give him just what he needed.

However, Draco was becoming impatient in between his mewls and moans the blonde managed to whimper out a plea for his lover to go faster and harder. The man above him obliged willingly, shifting his strong arms so Harry was supporting his weight on his forearms and knees; Draco was essentially bent in half now.

Harry's larger body was still hovering close to Draco's smaller form, the blonde could feel the heat of Harry's body radiating into him. Harry looked deep into his grey eyes, never breaking eye contact as he withdrew his large cock from Draco's body and thrust back in hard.

Draco threw his head back and shouted his euphoria to the darkened ceiling; Harry had hit his prostate dead on and from the look of it his thrusting lover had every intention of nailing that little bundle of nerves on every inward thrust. His slim hands rose to grab Harry's shoulders for dear life, digging his nails into Harry's flesh, attempting to ground himself in the face of such overwhelming pleasure.

The moans and whimpers permeated the large bedroom, Harry's growls joined in as well creating a symphony to accompany the sounds of slapping skin and wet noises as Draco's greedy hole clenched and tried to pull Harry's thrusting cock deeper into his body.

All too soon Draco felt that familiar heat in his lower belly, slowly that warmth began to swirl outward picking up speed as it flooded his body. That scorching fire singed his nerves and shattered his mind; finally it all became too much and Draco came hard. His untouched cock pulsed in between them, spurting his seed in arcs onto their sweaty skin.

Draco's nails were dug into Harry's shoulders, his well fucked channel began to flutter and seize Harry's still thrusting length as he rode out his mind blowing climax. Draco's vision was filled with black spots, when the last bit of seed left his length he allowed himself to sink into the bed; his body becoming pliable as Harry continued to pound into him.

The sated blonde didn't know how much time passed before he felt hot liquid being released deep inside his bowels as Harry met his end. A small mewl left his lips as the hot liquid filled his body, agitating his already sensitive prostate. He was exhausted from his powerful release but he felt when Harry mumbled a cleaning and freshening charm on them and their bed.

A smile was on his pouty lips when Harry lay down next to him, pulled his smaller body to his broader one and grasped his left hand in his. The blonde froze however when he felt a ring slip onto his ring finger. Draco's grey eyes flew open, immediately searching for Harry's emerald orbs.

He was confused was this what he thought it was? Harry just smiled genuinely at him before placing a chaste kiss to his lips; "Draco Lucius Malfoy, will you do me the honor of being my husband?" The Malfoy Lord was speechless, finally he snapped out of it a blinding smile on his face; "Yes, my gods Harry Yes!" Both males smiled at each other like the fools in love that they were.

Draco settled down for sleep, his body draping over Harry's as they both drifted off to sleep. His life wasn't perfect, even now things went wrong but the most important thing was he had his family with him; Harry, his mother, even the Weaselys and Granger were his family now.

He would cherish them always and forever; six months ago he had been a whore with no memory in The Fallen Sakura Petal, it was amazing what six months could do. Draco was now a Lord, a philanthropist, a friend, a son and finally the lover of one Harry James Potter. He adored his life as it was and he would do everything to continue their happiness.

Draco drifted off to sleep with a content smile on his face and Harry's strong arms wrapped around him. This was perfect; who knew what the future would bring but Draco would meet it head on, with Harry by his side no one could stop him.

Six Years Later...

Draco glanced around the garden at Malfoy Manor looking at his three children running around like little demons. HIs eldest son five year old James Sirius Malfoy-Potter was Harry's spitting image with his father's personality to match. The child just couldn't stay out of trouble.

His second son four year old Narcissus Draco Malfoy-Potter was a Draco's clone with black hair. The little boy had inherited Draco's curious nature and always wanted to read and figure things out for himself; a very independent little thing but Draco was proud of his son's thirst for knowledge. It would help his older brother when they both went off to Hogwarts.

His last child a little three year old girl by the name of Lily Wilhelmina Malfoy-Potter was an interesting mix of Harry and Draco; like his mother Lily had two tone hair, the top was black while the bottom was a silvery blonde. Top off the greenish silver eyes and you had a mixture of her bearer and father just in a dainty female form.

Draco adored Harry and his three children with his whole being. Six years had passed but it felt like only yesterday that Harry had found him at the brothel and took him away from all that. Things were wonderful; Malfoy Manor, their home, was filled with the sound of laughter and the patter of little feet.

Narcissa was always in fine spirits, ever since James' birth his mother had seemed to get another breath of life into her. This made Draco happy, he wanted his mother to know his children, to teach them about things and show Lily how to be a proper lady.

Don't get him wrong Draco still allowed his children to have fun, unlike his father but they still had their responsibilities. The three little brats were schooled at home so work was assigned them, nothing complicated seeing as they were so young but Draco wanted them to get into the habit of learning and studying. Right now they were teaching them about magical creatures.

This weekend they would be visiting Uncle Charlie at the reserve in Romania; the three rug rats had yet to calm down, ever since Draco and Harry had told them of the trip the three Malfoy-Potters were jumping around the house.

Sighing Draco just smiled indulgently, he turned when he felt his husband enter the garden. The raven haired man was still strapping and handsome; Draco moved over on the bench so Harry could sit down next to him. Draco had time to place a chaste kiss to Harry's lips before his husband was bombarded by happy shrieks and hugs from their glomping children.

This was heaven to Draco; his children and his husband by his side. He would never ask for anything more, he was truly blessed and would continue to make sure they stayed happy, healthy and whole. This wasn't the life he thought he would have when he was younger but now that Draco had it he could not think of his life being any other way.

A request for a game of tag was heard and accepted by Harry, before Draco knew it Harry was pulling him off the bench to chase around their three sprinting munchkins. Life was good and it would continue to be so, all he needed was his family.

Well Lovelies that is the end of Fallen; I hope you all enjoyed the fic!

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