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In Loco Parentis	By : Phoenixstrike Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 16793 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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One more chapter and epilogue to go after this one

Chapter eight: Retribution

Harry landed with a sickening thump on a hard surface, but barely even noticed the searing pain flowing through his knee joint. He saw the captor had loosened his grip on Scorpius during the landing, and with the reflexes of a Seeker he reached out and snatched the boy, pulling him behind him. He heard the cry of, “Expelliarmus!” ring right through the… wherever it was he was, and immediately threw up an advanced Protego, taught during Auror training to its recruits. The Disarming Charm ricocheted harmlessly off Harry’s Shield, leaving his wand safely in his hand.

Now Harry was livid.

He raised his wand, ready to send a Stunning Spell, when the flicker of a second person in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Instead of the offensive spell, he threw up another Shield Charm, making sure the still-Petrified figure of Scorpius was included behind it.

“What’d you bring ‘Arry bleedin’ Potter with you for?” a voice called out angrily, before a jet of red light coming from the direction of the speaker hit Harry’s shield.

“Like I meant to,” was the icy reply, and Harry was sure he vaguely recognised it from somewhere. “Bastard got to the Portkey before I had a chance to bring Scorpius Malfoy to his father.”

“Well, it complicates matters,” the second man said angrily, as he stepped closer to the first man. He was much older than the man who had taken Harry and Scorpius, whom Harry thought to be around his own age; perhaps in his late forties or even his fifties. He was large and rotund, and Harry could tell even in the dimmed light that his face was rather red and his hair line had receded violently. Harry noticed the man was sweating, his dirty white shirt transparent around the armpits. “We’re goin’ to have to change our plans now. Then again, it’s two on one here- we can take Potter together. He can’t fight us without dropping that shield, and he won’t do that; he’s trying to protect the boy. But it’s only a Shield Charm, they’re not indestructible. As soon as that shield is down, the kid is dead, and he knows it. He’s a sitting duck. Malfoy’s in no fit state to help him at the moment. Once we’ve taken care of Potter we can go back to the plan. ‘Cause the Malfoys die today.”

Harry’s blood ran cold. Draco was here too. He’d been recaptured as well, and, from the sound of it, was in a poor condition. He quickly scanned the room but saw no sight of his boyfriend, but did notice an open door built into the brickwork. Draco must be being held through there. Harry saw both men aim their wands on him, and the larger of the two begin to utter some incantation.

“Stupefy!” Harry called, not dropping his Shield. Good job I learnt how to cast that one wandlessly a few years ago, he thought to himself. The Stunning Spell slammed into its unsuspecting target, causing the older man to fall to the unyielding stone floor like marionette puppet whose strings had just been severed. Harry let out a laugh at the incredulous, frightened expression on the one remaining captor’s face, who seemed now to realise his plan was going hideously, dreadfully wrong. Never in Harry’s life- including immediately after losing Sirius when he confronted Bellatrix Lestrange- had he wanted to perform the Cruciatus Curse more than on this fucking bastard who was trying to take everything away from him-who was planning the murder of Draco and Scorpius. He only barely suppressed the urge. He would not allow Scorpius to see him behave in that manner, plus it was more than his career was worth to perform an Unforgivable on a suspect.

“I guess it’s one against one after all,” Harry snarled, still not dropping the shield that was protecting Scorpius, “fancy your odds now?” He smiled an unpleasant, feral grin as the blood thundered through his ears. That thought seemed to have occurred to the kidnapper, too, because he began to cast an onslaught of jinxes and curses in the direction of Harry and Scorpius- none of which were successful in so much as making a dent in Harry’s Shield Charm.

If he’s so much as hurt a hair on Scorpius’ or Draco’s head I’m going to annihilate him, Harry thought wildly, calling on his Auror training by biding his time and preparing to strike at the optimum moment. He sensed his attacker was becoming desperate and chose his moment. With all the skill of a highly-trained Auror, he raised his wand, dismantled the Shield, and threw a Body-Bind at his opponent, all within a fraction of a second. He then quickly Disarmed the man, surprised when Draco’s length of hawthorn flew into his waiting hand along with the kidnapper’s wand.

For good measure, Harry bound the man, then Levitated his still-unconscious partner in crime, until they were next to each other. Harry bound him in magical ropes, too, before quickly relieving him of his wand. Only once he was sure both men were fully incapacitated and disarmed did Harry allow the events of the last half an hour to overcome him. Shaking, he crossed to Scorpius. Scorpius’ eyes were huge and terrified, and his cheeks were stained with tear tracks, although he was completely motionless and silent. Harry gently removed the Body-Bind Curse from his tiny body, then held the child tightly in his arms whilst the boy sobbed uncontrollably.

“I-I knew you’d come and save me, Harry,” he wailed. “I knew you wouldn’t j-just leave me and let the bad man take me. You’re just like Superman.”

Harry let out a small chuckle at this, his own tears threatening to fall now.

“Of course they weren’t going to get you. You know I’ll always do everything I possibly can to keep you safe.” He sniffed and took a breath to help gain some control of his emotions again. “Your daddy is here somewhere too, Scop,” he said. “I need to find him, then speak to your uncle Ron and Mr Shacklebolt, OK? Then I’ll get you home. Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.”

He cast two Patronuses, knowing their presence would help to calm Scorpius, and relayed the same message to each- telling them what had happened, and to follow the Patronuses back to find them. He then sent one to Ron, and the other to Kingsley. Once the two ethereal stags had disappeared into the night, Harry lit his wand and began his search for Draco.

It didn’t take long. As Harry had suspected, Draco was being held in an almost pitch-black cell- the same cell, Harry imagined, that he had spent the larger part of the twenty-first century incarcerated within. He was unconscious and naked, his pyjamas having been stolen by the kidnapper. Harry shone his wand closer to Draco, never once letting go of Scorpius’ hand, and saw that Draco had a purple bruise under his left eye. There was some dried blood around his nostrils, and he perhaps had a cracked rib or two, but the injuries were all relatively minor and not life-threatening. Harry quickly healed Draco’s ribs with an Episkey, then siphoned off the blood from Draco’s face and cast a minor glamour over the bruise so as not to scare Scorpius when he saw his father’s face. He also conjured a t-shirt and shorts pyjama set for him, before pointing his wand at the unconscious blond and muttering, “Rennervate.”

Draco let out a long groan as he returned to consciousness. He spotted the cell he was lying in and immediately began to panic; his breath came in short gasps and he let out an anguished cry of despair.

“Draco! It’s OK! They’ve not got you, we’re all safe,” Harry said urgently, and for the first time, Draco realised Harry and Scorpius were there with him. He sagged when he saw they were both unharmed, and Harry stood, free, with four wands in his possession. He stared, wide-eyed, before collapsing into Harry’s arms, drawing Scorpius in tightly too, as the realisation that Harry had rescued him and his son dawned on him.

“Oh, thank Merlin you’re both OK,” he rasped, as he quickly pulled on the pyjamas and Harry handed him back his wand. Where are they?”

“Bound, wandless and immobile through there,” Harry replied.

Draco exhaled in relief. “Thank God. Look, Harry, the men. I know who they are. It’s-”

But he suddenly stopped talking at the emergence of a sudden bright light entering the cell, causing all three of them to jump. Harry relaxed instantly, however, when he saw it was Kingsley’s lynx Patronus.

Ron and I are coming. We’ve traced your location from your Patronus, boomed out Kingsley’s deep voice. Harry sighed in relief.

Minutes later the unmistakable crack of Apparition could be heard from outside, then a couple of minutes later Harry heard the voices of Ron and Kingsley hurrying down the stairs.

“Bloody gits have an Anti-Apparition Charm up,” Ron said. “Had to Apparate outside then come and find you. Alright, Harry?”

“Yes. Don’t worry about me,” Harry answered. “We’re all fine. Kingsley, we’ve finally got them!” A smile came across his weary face. “I wish it hadn’t have been this way, and I’ve never felt so scared in my life as I did when I realised Scorpius was missing, but we’ve finally got them.”

He walked over to the men, studying them properly for the first time. Draco came to join him.

“Recognise this one, Harry?” he said bitterly, indicating the younger of the two, who was looking at Harry now with panicked eyes. And now Harry got a close, proper look at the face… it was eight years older than the last time he had seen it, and was even more slender than he remembered, but with a jolt he realised he recognised the figure.

“Theodore Nott?” Harry asked, his voice filled with surprise. Draco nodded grimly. “As in, your former friend? Quiet, studious Nott who used to sit by himself in the library, and probably said about five words to anyone outside of Slytherin in his entire life? Reduced to this?”

“The one and only,” Draco replied, his face white with shock. “Bastard. I came to for a few minutes earlier tonight and saw him. Right before I was kicked in the ribs and knocked unconscious again. I knew the war had cost him a lot, but I never knew he’d be capable of this.”

“And who’s this one?” Harry asked, indicating the larger, unknown man. Draco shook his head.

“The one I told you about. The business owner I blackmailed. I can’t tell you his name because of the Tongue-Tying Curse. But it’s him, all right. He and Nott are obviously in league with one another to try and get their revenge.”

“Harry, we need to get these two to the Ministry,” said Kingsley. “And as lead Auror on this case I need you to come in to interview them in your official capacity, if you think you can manage that without your personal feelings becoming too involved?”

Harry nodded. “Can you and Ron take them in? I want to get Scorpius and Draco home. I’ll be there soon.” He waved his wand and dismantled the Anti-Disapparition Jinx and prepared to leave. “Where are we, anyway?”

“Montpelier Square, Kensington,” Kingsley replied. He smiled at Harry. “You were so close with your investigation. C’mon, Ron, it’s half past four in the morning and I’m sure Scorpius would like to go to bed now.” Harry watched as the Minister and Ron hauled their prisoners up by their armpits, and Disapparated away. He bent down and picked up and exhausted Scorpius, settling him on his hip, before he felt the comforting squeeze of Draco’s hand in his own. He squeezed back tightly, his heart lifted, and turned on the spot, welcoming the suffocating sensation of Apparition as he returned his family to their home.

****

Harry explained what had happened that evening to Draco as he finished administering the paediatric Sleeping Draught to Scorpius, and laid the snoring boy in Draco’s bed, unwilling to put him back in his own room that night. He barely had time to look at Draco, however, before the blond was kissing him furiously, and Harry was kissing him back, and it was a kiss of thanks, and relief, and full of ‘I’m sorry’, and forgiveness from both of them.

“We’ll talk later,” Draco said quietly, once the kiss had ended. “But, Harry, what I said earlier- about you not being his flesh and blood. None of that matters. You are every bit as much Scorpius’ father as I am- more so in a lot of ways. What you did this evening- if that doesn’t prove it, then nothing will. Merlin, if you hadn’t have gotten there in time… I don’t even want to think about it.” Harry realised Draco was crying. Harry wiped the tears away with his thumbs.

“What I said was terrible, too,” Harry replied. “I didn’t mean it. I was hurt and angry, and lashed out. I never have, and never will, blame you for any of this.”

Just then they heard Harry’s Floo come to life in the drawing room, and ran down the stairs, wands drawn, only to pocket them in relief when they saw a very tired-looking Ron step through the emerald flames. He grinned at Harry.

“They’re in custody. Kingsley is going to question them under Veritaserum as soon as you get there. I’ve been sent here in my official capacity to stay with Malfoy and Scorp whilst you’re at the Ministry. Hermione’s coming over too, in a minute. I’ve managed to get Mum to come and sit with Rose and Hugo for a couple of hours.”

Harry looked reluctant to leave. Draco smiled at him reassuringly.

“We’re going nowhere, Harry. I promise,” he said. “I’m not hurt, other than a bruised orbital bone, and Scorpius is sleeping. We’re fine.” He kissed Harry on the lips briefly and ran a finger down his cheek. Harry took a deep breath, nodded in resignation, and disappeared upstairs to get dressed, figuring a ratty t-shirt and shorts set wasn’t appropriate attire for interviewing his suspects. He returned after a few minutes dressed in his formal Auror robes. He stepped into the Floo, which would allow him to arrive directly in Kingsley’s office rather than just the Apparition point inside the Atrium, and threw in a handful of Floo powder. He didn’t remove his eyes from Draco’s face until he was whisked away by the flames.

He arrived in Kingsley’s office and quickly made his way to the suspect interrogation room, which was three doors down. Harry smiled to himself; Kingsley may be the Minister, but his heart would always belong with the Aurors. He only had to look at how personally involved Kingsley was in Draco’s case to see that. The man even had is office in The Department for Magical Law Enforcement.

He entered the door, erecting the standard wards behind him, and sat down at the desk. Nott was being interviewed first. Good, Harry thought. I have rather a lot to say to that bastard. He cast the surveillance charm that would record the interview for evidence- Muggle tape recorders and video equipment unable to function at all, even adapted, inside the Ministry- and nodded to Kingsley to show he was ready. Kingsley administered the Veritaserum. He checked his watch, giving the potion the required time to work.

“Interview commenced at five seventeen am, on the seventeenth of August 2006,” Harry began, “Auror Harry James Potter and Minister Shacklebolt interviewing Theodore Nott, arrested on suspicion of kidnap, false imprisonment, torture, rape, murder, and plotting to kill. Mr Nott, please confirm your name, age, address, and describe wand for me.”

Nott gritted his teeth, but the Veritaserum forced the answer from him.

“Theodore Nott, twenty-six years old, seven Montpelier Square, London, SW7. Hazel and dragon heartstring, twelve inches,” he replied, extremely reluctantly. Harry removed the two wands he had claimed from the men earlier, handing the hazel wand over to Kingsley.

“Your wand will be checked and is subject to extensive Prior Incantato examinations. Mr Nott, are you responsible for the kidnapping of Draco and Annalisa Malfoy, on the sixteenth of August, 2001?” Harry asked.

“N-yes,” Nott snarled, his face ashen. Harry barely suppressed the urge to punch him. Instead he balled his hands into fists and clenched so tightly his knuckles turned chalk-white.

“Who aided you in the kidnapping?” he probed. Nott stuttered.

“I cannot tell you his name. He cast the Tongue-Tying Curse on myself and Draco Malfoy. But it’s the other man you arrested tonight,” Nott replied. Harry had expected that answer.

“Why did you initially kidnap Mr Malfoy and his wife?” Kingsley asked.

“I wanted revenge,” Nott replied. “After Potter here killed the Dark Lord, my family had nothing. My father was a Death Eater. He gave the entire contents of the Nott vault to the Dark Lord to aid his campaign. If the Dark Lord had won, my family would have received riches beyond our wildest dreams due to my father’s faithfulness. Of course, the Malfoys defection didn’t help our cause one bit. So I already hated the family for that. When my father died during the Battle of Hogwarts we literally had nothing left to salvage the Nott name. Both my parents were dead, and no one would employ the child of a Death Eater. I was desperate.

“And then I close in on the deal of the century, and it would have given my family prosperity again, made the Nott name worth something once more. And then Malfoy, the selfish, selfish bastard, took it from me for no other reason than he doesn’t like to lose. The money meant nothing to him. If he took what meant the world to me away, I’d take away the only thing he’d ever given a shit about- his family.”

“Did you rape Annalisa Malfoy?” Kingsley continued, aware that Harry was having a hard time controlling his emotions.

“No. P-he did,” Nott replied. Harry felt sick.

“Did you kill Annalisa Malfoy?” Harry demanded. Again, Nott shook his head.

“No that was also- him. Straight after he raped her.” Harry thought he might actually be sick now. He bit back the nausea which threatened to rise in his throat.

“What about the murder of Narcissa Malfoy on the sixteenth of August 2002? Was that you?” he said. Nott clamped his mouth shut, trying desperately to prevent the words from coming, but the Veritaserum forced them from him.

“That was both of us. Thanks to my childhood friendship with Draco, I knew of several secret passages into Malfoy Manor that the Aurors and even Narcissa Malfoy were unaware of. It’s how we managed to get past the guards.”

“And who was your intended target that night?” Kingsley asked, also looking grim.

“Scorpius Malfoy,” Nott replied. Harry knew this- it was four-year-old information, but hearing it first hand, from his would-be murderer, was almost too much to take. He stood up and took some deep, calming breaths, reminding himself that Scorpius was fine, we was healthy and at home with Draco.

“Did you kidnap Draco Malfoy on the evening of the sixteenth of August 2006, and return, later, and kidnap his son, Scorpius Malfoy?” Harry continued, once he’d managed to regain some composure. Again, Nott confirmed that he had.

“Tell me how you found out where Draco Malfoy was residing,” Harry ordered.

“I overheard Percy Weasley talking about him last week,” Nott replied. “Until then I didn’t even know Draco was still alive. I was here at the Ministry and heard him talking about you and Draco living together with his father. He didn’t mention that the two of you are in a relationship. That took me by surprise. I never had Malfoy down as a pouf, let alone our Boy Hero. I was just thankful you’d obviously been fighting that night and I had a perfect excuse not to have to get too close to you. I’m not sure I could have kept up the act if I was expected to fuck you.” Harry blushed furiously with both anger and embarrassment and Kingsley glared menacingly at Nott. Nott coughed nervously. “Anyway, everyone knows where your house is. During the second war the Death Eaters staked it out, as I’m sure you’re aware. It’s just no one can actually see it. It was just a case of staying in Grimmauld Place and waiting it out for an opportunity to get him alone, and by coincidence it happened to be the anniversary of the first kidnapping. I thought it was some kind of sign. Anyway, I followed him to Highbury Fields, Stupefied him and Portkeyed him to Montpelier Square.”

“So you kidnapped Draco and brought him to your home where you locked him back in the cellar. That doesn’t explain how you managed to get past my Fidelius Charm,” Harry said, realising suddenly with a panicked jolt that his home might not be as secure as he thought. “I’m the only Secret-Keeper for the house and I definitely didn’t tell you the address. Tell me how you broke in to my property.”

“I stripped him naked as an act of humiliation,” Nott replied. “But something slithered out of the back pocket of his trousers as I pulled them off. A wallet. I had a look through, and something interesting in there caught my eye. It was a slip of paper with your address written on it.”

Realisation rushed over Harry like ice water. Back in May, when he and Ron had found Draco, he had written the address down for him to prevent anyone overhearing. Draco must not have thrown it away. The slip of paper would have given anyone who read it the address of twelve Grimmauld Place. He inwardly cursed Draco’s stupidity for not destroying the slip of paper, before chastising himself, remembering Draco’s state of mind at the time when he brought him to Grimmauld Place. Draco wasn’t to know its significance at the time, and must have forgotten about it.

“So a new plan formed in my mind,” Nott continued. “I put on Draco’s clothes, snagged a couple of his hairs, and added them to a phial of Polyjuice I had ready. You see, before, when he was our prisoner, we always Polyjuiced ourselves before dealing with him. Never anyone important- just random Muggles- but it stopped him being able to identify us at all. We were going to do the same this time. But instead I Polyjuiced into Malfoy, put on his clothes, and paid you and Scorpius Malfoy a visit.”

“Why did you leave Auror Potter unscathed?” Kingsley asked. “You’ve proven you don’t mind hurting innocents. Why did you leave a man, who was unarmed and asleep, alone?”

To Harry’s surprise, Nott laughed.

“Isn’t it obvious? The Dark Lord himself fired the Killing Curse twice at him, yet he’s rotting in his grave and Potter stands here healthy and whole. If You-Know-Who can’t harm Potter then what chance do any of us have? No one in their right mind would try and attack Potter. He’s some sort of freak. As soon as I realised he’d Portkeyed in with me tonight I knew everything had gone wrong.”

Harry thanked the gods that had kept the real reasons behind his survival a secret from Nott, as that may well have saved the life of Draco and Scorpius that night, as well as his own. “What were you planning this evening? Tell me what would have happened if I had not made it to the Portkey in time,” he said.

“We were going to kill the Malfoy brat in front of Draco,” Nott replied, and Kingsley had to actually hold Harry back this time. “So Draco knew this time that we weren’t bluffing. Then we were going to kill him, too. We couldn’t risk another escape.”

Harry turned incredibly white, and he knew his face must have shown the hatred he currently felt, for Nott looked at him this time with definite fear.

“Interview suspended, six thirty-three am,” Kingsley suddenly said, noticing Harry’s reaction. He took a glass phial from the pocket of his robes. “Finite Incantatem.” Something silvery resembling a Pensive memory soared into the waiting bottle, and Kingsley quickly stoppered it. “Harry, the surveillance charm is down. I’ve give you a few moments alone with our prisoner.” He winked at Harry meaningfully and left the room. Harry clenched his fist and turned his attention to Nott, who was even paler than before, his eyes wide and fearful.

“Potter, please,” he began, but that was all he managed to get out before Harry punched him full in the face, shattering the bone and cartilage in Nott’s nose with a satisfying crack, causing Nott to howl in agony.

“If it wasn’t for the fact you’re going to be spending the rest of your miserable life in Azkaban, I would kill you for what you did to the Malfoys,” Harry snarled, as Nott cupped his nose, his hands rapidly turning crimson with his blood. “I just want you know that.”

He left the room, relishing the dull ache in his right hand caused by its collision with Nott’s face, and found Kingsley outside.

“Thank you for that,” he replied, leaning against the wall and offering a weak smile to the former Auror.

“For what, Harry?” Kingsley replied, his face a picture of innocence. “Look, go home. Your team can finish up with Nott when they arrive this morning. I’ll interview our other guest. By the way, he’s Alistair Parkinson. I believe you and Draco knew his daughter, Pansy, at school. He just told me whilst you were in there, er, finishing up with Nott.”

Harry nodded wearily in agreement, desperate to get home to Draco and Scorpius, and began to walk back to Kingsley’s office. He turned when Kingsley called his name one more time.

“One more thing before you go. I take it Mr Nott requires some sort of Memory Charm to erase the last three minutes from his recollection?” Kingsley said in a low voice. Harry smiled again and nodded. “Good. I’ll do it, and fix anything obvious. Don’t want his defence getting wind of this. I’ll talk to you later, Harry. Oh, and tell Ron to take the morning off, too.”

****

Harry arrived through the Floor shortly before seven in the morning, and found Ron dozing on the sofa with Hermione reading a book, curled up in an armchair. He greeted his friends warmly.

“We’ve got a full confession from Nott,” Harry told them, just as Draco entered the room, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist. “Kingsley is going to interview Alistair Parkinson- Pansy’s dad, who was working with him- but there’s enough information stored in the surveillance charm to ensure they both receive life sentences in Azkaban.” He quickly filled them in on the main details, such as how Nott had got through the Fidelius Charm, before Hermione reluctantly announced that Hugo would need a feed and she had to go. Harry told Ron Kingsley didn’t expect him until lunchtime, which the redhead appreciated, then the pair Flooed home.

“Bed?” Draco asked quietly. Harry didn’t respond. He simply leant into Draco’s body and allowed himself to be be escorted to Draco’s bedroom. He quickly changed back into his pyjamas and lay down on one side of the bed, whilst Draco took the other side, with Scorpius sound asleep between them.

“I was thinking when you were gone,” Draco said. “What if they had managed to go through with their plans? The last words I’d have ever said to you and Scorpius was to call him a pig and tell you that you weren’t a proper parent to him.” Harry realised Draco’s eyes were shining with unshed tears. “I am so utterly, completely sorry, for the things I said yesterday, and storming out. I nearly got us all killed.”

Harry reached across Scorpius and rubbed Draco’s arms soothingly. “All couples fight, Draco,” he replied. “And none of them get kidnapped just because they leave the house for a few hours to calm down. It’s their fault, Draco, Nott’s and Parkinson’s. And they’ll never hurt us again.” Draco leant over and kissed Harry; a delicate, chaste kiss, but it still threatened to overwhelm Harry. He stroked a finger down Draco’s cheek.

“I was completely bloody terrified when I realised they had Scorpius,” Harry continued. “More frightened than I’ve ever been in my life. More so than even when I faced the Basilisk, or fought Voldemort. When I realised they had you, too, and I didn’t know what they’d done to you- Draco, I felt the same terror. I just can’t lose you.” He looked into Draco’s grey eyes and saw his own emotions mirrored in them. “I love you, Draco. I really, really love you.”

Harry watched as Draco’s face transformed from haggard and exhausted into one alight with pleasure. He couldn’t keep the smile off his own face which mirrored the delighted grin Draco was now giving him. And then Draco was leaning over the still-sleeping Scorpius, and was kissing him so fiercely that Harry had to remind himself that getting an erection whilst lying next to his son was simply not acceptable behaviour. All he could do was submit to Draco’s mouth, pressing his lips against the blond’s as their tongues joined together, relishing in the shivering sensations such a simple thing as a kiss were drawing from him. He moaned softly and parted his lips wider, grasping the back of Draco’s head to pull the blond closer to him. All too soon Draco pulled away, causing Harry to protest. Draco chuckled.

“I only wanted to tell you I love you too, you impatient git,” Draco said good-naturedly, and then captured Harry’s mouth once more, the kiss picked up from where it had left off. It didn’t progress to anything more- both men were fatigued, and emotionally-drained from the night’s events, but it didn’t matter; Harry loved Draco with all his heart, and was loved just as much in return, and that knowledge gave him just as strong a buzz as sex had ever given him. He finally drifted off to sleep, his arm tightly around Scorpius and Draco, thinking it was finally over. Nott and Parkinson were where they were meant to be, and would be shipped to Azkaban very soon. Draco and Scorpius were finally free, and so was Harry.
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