Epilogue: No, Never.

Nearly a year had come and gone. After much flat-searching with Draco vetoing each one with some inane reason or another, Harry had settled on a rebuild in Godric's Hollow, which Draco seemed content with. He had muttered something about starting a new family and nodded his head.

Until then, however, they were having to stay with Ron and Hermione, which Draco was less than happy with, to say the very least. As he moped around the kitchen, however, Harry was sure that it was more than his unsavoury living conditions.

Draco hadn't heard from Snape in a while, and Harry could tell that he was worried. The last letter he had received was in a shipment of his potion that would last him three months, but it had been short and impersonal.

Harry was reminded of Sirius when he had been on the run, but Snape was on the run from something of a different nature altogether. Harry had watched as Draco shredded the letter carefully and tossed it into the flames with no intent to write back. The flock of owls it had taken to deliver the potions had already disappeared over the horizon.

Christmas had yet to pass, as much as everyone wished it would. The holiday only brought back dire memories of the subdued celebration from the year before. Even though Harry had been assured that he and Draco's home would be finished in time, each day that took them closer brought no word.

An invitation had been extended to them to spend Christmas at the Burrow again, but Draco's lips only had to twitch before Harry politely declined. They'd rather spend a nice day alone, thanks though. Yes, they may stop by for dinner.

And so this became the routine, with four days to Christmas, Harry would get up early, give Draco his potion, go to their house, worry, come back, watch Draco mope, worry, possibly eat, talk Draco into doing Christmas shopping only to wander aimlessly for hours watching Draco mope, and finally they would go back home where Harry would give Draco his potion and they would go to bed.

It was only one morning when Harry swore that there was more hair than usual around the drain after he rinsed his hair that he decided to take action.

This was going to be a Happy Bloody Christmas.

"Harry?" Draco called, his eyes still squeezed closed, lying in bed. "Harry, come here please. Come here quickly, I need you to come here!"

"I'm coming," Harry muttered, padding down the hallway and dropping down on the bed. "What is it? Do you need something? Are you alright?" He passed Draco his potion and he proceeded to drink it without opening his eyes.

"No," Draco said quickly. "I'm fine, I just need you here. You need to be here when I…"

"Does this have anything to do with Snape, because you know that if he wanted to be found…?"

Draco shook his head frantically. "No. This has nothing to do with him, just…be here. Stay here."

Harry knit his brows together before taking Draco's hands into his own. "I'm here. I'll always be here."

Letting out a slow sigh that sounded much like 'good', Draco tightened his grip on Harry's hands before letting his eyes slowly open and his gaze fall on Harry.

"Oh my…" Harry breathed, "Can…can you…?"

"Sort of," Draco replied, a grin growing on his face. "You're incredibly fuzzy, like I need glasses or your in fog or something, but it's not black and it's not white."

"Maybe I've just grown fuzz," Harry said in a barely there tone before inching closer to Draco. "I came closer, did it help?"

"I don't think so," Draco replied before clinking vigorously. "It's a permanent fog."

Even still Harry scooted closer and through the fog Draco could still see the look of awe on Harry's face. He knew that he had widened his eyes because the vivid green splashed against an expanse of blurred skin grew brighter.

"I've an idea," Draco said before lifting his hand to Harry's face, marvelling at the sight before carefully taking off his spectacles. He laid them aside and for a moment the brilliant green disappeared. "Open your eyes; I loose your face when you close them."

Harry was quick to obey. "I can't see," he said softly.

"That is sort of the point," Draco was quick to reply.

Harry chuckled. "Levelling the playing field a bit, are you?"

With a slow smile Draco nodded. "Of course. We can be in the fog together."

"Just so we don't get lost," Harry agreed. "You…you should write Snape. Tell him what's happened. I'm sure he'll be pleased."

Draco tensed. "I don't…"

"He gave us this. Your father took it away and Snape gave it back to us. I don't think thanks will ever be enough." Harry wasn't sure, but he thought that he saw Draco wipe away a tear.

"We'll see," Draco replied before chuckling. "We will, won't we?"

Harry lowered his head as he twined his and Draco's fingers together. "Yes, I suppose we will."

The home in Godric's Hollow was finished at noon on Christmas Eve, furnishings and all. After Harry, Ron, and Draco had moved everything in, (Draco with the occasional guidance from Hermione), and after Hermione unpacked all of their clothes and stocked the closets accordingly, they all returned to Ron and Hermione's flat for lunch and a quick gift exchange.

"Mum's been hounding me about you two not coming to Christmas this year," Ron said over a lap of gifts from Harry and Draco. "She thinks I scared you off, like I threatened you or something."

"You did threaten Ginny," Hermione said fairly as she passed out mugs of spiced cider. "I can see why your mum is worried. You can be a tad annoying."

Ron huffed as he pulled the bow off a box. "Thanks. And for the record, I did not threaten Ginny. I just told her that I didn't want to see her making out with batshit crazy Lovegood. I honestly don't think it's too much to ask. I'd do the same for her."

"But that's just it Weasley," Draco drawled, cradling his cider in both hands, "You haven't. How many times has Weaselette seen you and Hermione slobbering all over each other? How many times have Harry and I?"

"Well, I…" Ron began, but Draco lifted his head and narrowed his eyes in Ron's general direction, as it was too dark in the room for Draco to actually pinpoint the annoying ginger hair.

"I'm not done talking," Draco cut in, and Harry snickered into his mug. "Now on the flipside, how many times have you seen your sister and Loony kiss? We've been living with you for quite a while, but how many times have you seen Harry and I do more than hold hands or snuggle?" He took a deep breath before leaning forward and continuing. "It's because we are respectful for your feelings in this, mostly because you'd be bloody impossible if we weren't. It's called respect Weasley, and you'd do well to have some. Your sister is no different than you, and neither is Harry. Deal with it, damn it."

Ron sat in stunned silence, a half-opened gift lying in his lap and his mouth hanging open. "I don't know what to say," he finally stammered. "I know 'I'm sorry' won't suffice."

"Brilliant deduction," Hermione said under her breath. "Just open your present."

"Yes, presents," Harry said in a falsely cheerful tone. "I hope you like it. Draco and I…"

"I had nothing to do with it," Draco cut in. "Just so you know."

Harry scowled as Ron tore the paper off the marble wizard's chess set. "Thanks," Ron said weakly.

"You're welcome," Harry replied as he stood. "I'm going away."

"Good idea," Hermione added as she stood as well. "Harry, you can help me with lunch. You two…just…"

And Hermione and Harry left, leaving Draco still fuming on the couch and Ron looking forlorn. "I'm sorry," Ron sighed. "I just…we hated you. We all hated you, and now…now Harry doesn't."

"Now Harry loves me," Draco finished for him.

Ron nodded slowly. "And it's different. After hating you for so long, I'm expected just to accept this?" He looked down at his freckled hands before setting aside the chess set. "I always thought that he and Ginny would get married and he'd be my brother and everybody would be happy."

"Everyone is happy, you prat. You're just trying to be difficult." Draco crossed his arms with a sigh. "You can't help the fact that Harry and your sister don't want to be together. You can help the fact that Harry and your sister don't want to talk to you."

Ron made an odd noise in the back of his throat, almost a gagging sound. It took a few seconds for Draco to figure out he was…

"Oh dear Merlin, are you crying Weasley?" he said in a frantic whisper. "Don't bloody cry, just apologize!"

"All…alright," Ron choked out. "I'm sorry Malfoy. I didn't…"

Draco let out a sigh of impatience. "Not to me! No matter how many times you apologize to me I'll still dislike you greatly. I meant to the people who actually care about you."

"Right," Ron replied. "Right. Thank…"

"Don't thank me either. It makes it harder to deny the fact that I helped you."

Draco folded his arms over his chest as he heard Ron stand. He went back to his cider, draining the remainder of it before setting the empty mug aside. It was only when he had lowered his head in search of presents that he was assaulted. At least, that's what he told everyone later.

"If Harry loves you, then I guess I…"

That is as far as he got before Draco shoved him away, trying his best to work his way out of Ron's tight hug.

"That's disgusting Weasley!" Draco screeched. "Get off of me!"

Ron only tightened his grip so Draco's arms were effectively pinned to his side. "Don't care. Hold still so I can hug you properly."

"This is a bad touch," Draco gasped. "Harry! Save me!"

It was Hermione, however, who poked her head out of the kitchen. "All better?" She asked cheerfully. "Can we continue our Christmas now?"

Draco nodded, his eyes wide. "Call off the attack weasel."

Ron stepped away with the shake of a head. "Not quite yet. I've got an apology to make."

Hermione disappeared back into the kitchen and re-entered shortly with Harry in tow. "You said something about an apology?"

Ron nodded to her before turning to Harry, his face tear-blotched but sincere. "I'm sorry for everything, Harry. Honestly I am. I deserved everything you and Draco have said to me. I only hope you can forgive me."

"Of course I can," Harry said as he rolled his eyes. "You're my best mate."

Draco pouted a bit, but didn't say anything. Harry returned to his seat beside Draco on the sofa and wrapped an arm around him. He then pressed a kiss to his neck before whispering, "You're my favourite, though."

Draco wriggled a bit, clutching the present in his lap.

"Harry, can we go home? Please?" He whispered, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. "I'm…I'm ready to go home."

Harry smirked and handed him another present. "You need to open your presents first. We'll go home in a bit."

Draco scowled before leering into his gifts. "Thanks Ron and Hermione, these are lovely gifts. Harry and I have to go now. We'll see you sometime tomorrow. Harry lets go."

"I don't…but my presents…" Harry said, motioning to them feebly.

"If we don't leave now I'll ravish you right here in front of your friends, and I don't think you'd like that," Draco said in a soft, conversational tone. "You can open them later and write a letter of thanks."

Harry flushed before the flimsy excuse and stood with his own gifts. 'Goodbye. We'll call sometime tomorrow."

Harry beat Draco to the fireplace, disappearing in a rush of flame. Draco, however, wasn't far behind.

He could feel the slightest ghosting of fingertips across his back. With a content sigh he opened his eyes and rolled over towards his bed partner, a smile lightening his face.

"Tickles," he said with a chuckle, studying the other man's emotionless face.

"What is it?" he asked when he noticed an uncharacteristic tightness around Draco's mouth as the fingertips that had once trailed over his back traced small circles over his bare chest, his eyes closed against the heavy dark.

"Just…thinking," Draco replied. "About having sex with you, if you must know. I'll save you that question."

"How kind." Harry lay a hand over Draco's, stilling his movements. "Draco, you really don't have to just think about it, you know," Harry said softly. "It won't take much convincing on my part."

"But thinking about it is so fun," Draco whispered, a slight grin on his face as his free hand inched toward the waistband of Harry's pants. "Thinking about the look on your face when I touch you."

"Oh…" Harry breathed, as it was the only word he could form at the time. Draco's nimble fingers had worked their way into his pants and found purchase around his growing erection.

"Harry," Draco whispered, carefully stroking him. "I'm going to turn on the light so I can see you. I want to see you. Alright?"

Harry breathed something akin to 'okay' and Draco drew away long enough to turn on the bedside lamp.

Draco turned back to Harry, pulling off his shirt before carefully folding back the duvet. "You have entirely too much clothing on," he said, climbing over to Harry and sliding his hands down his stomach and tugging at his pants to reveal more of the dark thatch of hair.

Harry sat up, wrapping an arm around Draco's neck and pulling him down for a kiss, crawling on top of Draco and pressing him down into the mattress, tugging his pyjamas down through a fierce kiss. "Draco…" he breathed, his fingertips gently trailing down his arms before threading his fingers together with Draco's.

Draco smirked as he arched up against Harry. "Love, it's hard to do anything if you're holding my hands down. It also seems that your hands are occupied as well."

"Draco," Harry said as he released Draco's hands, "…stop talking. Please." He smoothed his hands down Draco's stomach, pressing kisses to his skin as he worked his way down to Draco's cock.

Draco let out a shaky breath when he felt Harry's moist breath ghost over his hypersensitive skin. He gasped, however, when a wet heat overtook him. Harry's gently hand was the only thing keeping him from arching up into him again.

Harry leisurely mouthed Draco for a bit before sitting up, climbing over him and reaching for the bedside table, coming back with lube he coated his fingers with before sliding one finger into his entrance.

"Harry…you don't have…have to be so gentle," Draco panted, wrapping a leg around Harry's hips. "Really…"

"Shh…" Harry whispered, studying Draco briefly before coating his erection with lube. Carefully he aligned himself, sliding inside of him and holding completely still, holding his breath.

Draco's fingertips dug deep into Harry's back as he bore down against him. Harry pressed his forehead into Draco's chest and tried to stop shaking.

Every single time he did this, they did this, it felt like the first time all over again. Harry always felt overwhelmed by Draco and the overall feeling of being whole. It always ripped his breath right out of him.

He felt Draco loosen his grip before he took a deep breath. Before he said anything he pulled out before driving in again. Draco's mouth dropped open as Harry must have brushed against his prostate. A moan escaped Harry's lips as he fell into a steady rhythm, reaching up to catch Draco's lips in a kiss, trying to hold back his moans against Draco's silence. He was always so quiet, and observant, watching Harry with an open, breathless expression. For someone so talkative before sex, he was always so quiet during.

Before Harry had time to piece his thoughts back together he felt Draco's hand wrap around his, pulling it down so he was holding Draco's erection, allowing him to set the pace. Draco didn't let go as the pace met with Harry's and he found it impossible to stay still anymore, rising his hips with every stroke.

Draco could feel the pressure rapidly building at the base of his spine and with a violent shutter and a gasp. It was his name on Draco's lips, whispered like a reverent prayer, that was what was ultimately enough to send him over the edge.

With a final thrust Harry came, his damp forehead pressed against Draco's. He continued to pump his hand over Draco's erection before he too came with a breathy whine.

Harry slowly pulled out before collapsing next to Draco on the bed, throwing a heavy arm over him and sighing deeply.

"We should shower," Draco yawned, starting to get up. He was hindered by a hand wrapping around his wrist.

"Scourgify," Harry whispered and with the wave of his wand, all signs of their release disappeared. "I just want to lay here with you for a bit."

Draco sighed but lay back down next to Harry, assuming his normal position with his head tucked under Harry's chin. "I'd lay here with you forever you realize, if it wasn't for the horrible bedsores and the occasional need to use the loo."

Harry chuckled into Draco's hair. "That's nice to know. I'll keep that in mind." The hand that had been slung over Draco's chest before was now tracing small circles on his lower back.

"Tickles," Draco muttered, offering up a tired squirm.

Harry, however, was already asleep.

When they awoke early the next afternoon, there were hordes of owls at every window looking both wielded and annoyed that they had to wait so long with packages.

Harry set off to relieve them of their deliveries while Draco climbed into the shower.

After he placed them all under the tree, Harry made his way into the kitchen to prepare a brunch for him and Draco. Because Hermione had unpacked the kitchen, he had a hell of a time finding all the tools he would need to prepare Eggs Benedict and toast.

By the time he had gathered everything Draco had emerged from the shower, fully dressed and looking refreshed. He wore a delicate-looking pair of glasses, silver-framed and barely there.

He made his way over to Harry, wrapping his arms rightly around his waist before saying "Happy Christmas."

Harry smiled before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Happy Christmas to you too. Are you hungry? I'm making breakfast, I thought…"

Draco rolled his eyes as he pulled away, picking up an egg and rolling it between his palms. "You miss your Weasleys. We could have gone, you know. I wouldn't have minded."

Harry shook his head as he turned on the stove. "We have our own family now, with our own house and our own life. We need to do this on our own." He started on the sauce before adding, "And you would have minded."

"I wouldn't have," Draco said as he perched on the counter, watching Harry's movements with a small smile on his face. "I just would have pretended I did."

Harry chuckled as Draco lay the egg back down carefully, squinting to find the counter. "Why don't you set the table?" He finally asked and Draco slid off the counter, heading right to the cabinet of plates that we had taken Harry nearly ten minutes to find.

After gathering the necessary dishes Draco disappeared into the dining room for a bit before reappearing dishless. "Shall I pour the drinks as well?" He asked already extracting two glasses from the cabinet.

"Are you sure you…" Harry started, but he saw Draco's shoulders tense and stopped. "Yes, go ahead if you want."

Draco nodded as he pulled a pitcher of pumpkin juice from the fridge, meticulously studying the glasses before venturing to pour.

He used his fingers to carefully align the spout and the rim of the glasses, squinting his eyes as he began to pour the first glass.

Harry mused, as he watched the near painful-looking squint, that Draco would very soon form wrinkles around his eyes. He also decided that they would only make him more endearing.

Draco laid the pitcher down, taking the glasses to the table and placing them at the head of each plate.

Harry was done, walking into the kitchen to place their food onto plates. He watched Draco climb into his seat, picking up his glass and taking a slow sip. He chuckled as he watched him set the glass back down.

"The pumpkin juice is exceptionally good this morning," Draco said, a satisfied smirk on his face.

Harry chuckled again as he sat down, taking a drink of his own juice. "It must have been expertly poured," he said with a nod.

Draco grinned, starting in on his breakfast. They were going to be alright.

A shiver coursed through his body as he stared out the frost-laced window. He could see nothing through the pitch black night, as hard as he might try.

"What are you looking for?" Draco asked, digging all of the presents out from under the tree. "Come on, you'll freeze to death over there."

Harry sighed, following Draco's instruction and stepping away from the window. "Draco, I've something to confess."

"What did you do this time?" Draco said softly, shifting through the gifts. "Did you tell the Weasleys we would come over tomorrow morning, because I plan to sleep in."

"No," Harry said gently as he passed one of the larger presents to Draco. "I…err…well, I wrote someone a letter, and you'll probably be quite angry with me."

Draco cringed as he froze. "Oh. And why the hell would you write a letter to him?"

"I'm sorry!" Harry called. "I just thought, since it is Christmas and all, that it was high time that…"

"You are a prat!" Draco snapped. "Why on earth would you that that he was welcome here? I though I made it quite clear that I never wanted to see that wanker again! I even thought that you didn't want to see him, especially after what he did to you."

"I've put the past behind me!" Harry said, trying to placate Draco. "Draco, I did it for you! I thought that…"

"You did it for me?" Draco asked incredulously. "You've got to be kidding!"

Harry lay back, scrubbing his hands over his face miserably. "I thought you would have been happy to see him."

"Of course I wouldn't want to see him, you idiot! Why the hell would I want to see your horrible tart of an ex-boyfriend?"

Harry's brow furrowed deeply. "Wait, are you talking about Oliver?"

"Of course I am!" Draco screeched. "What, do you have a different horrible tart of an ex-boyfriend that I should know about?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I didn't write a letter to Oliver Wood, Draco. Why in bloody hell would I write him a letter?"

"I don't know," Draco snarled. "If you didn't write him, than whom did you write? Who else could you write that you think I would be angry with you?"

Harry took a deep breath and started to answer he was interrupted, however, by the sound of a light knock on the door. "Get the door, Draco."

Draco scowled as he stood, making his way hesitantly to the door. "If it's Oliver Wood Potter I swear I will kill him. Repeatedly."

"It's not Oliver Wood," Harry said with a grin. "Just answer the door, it is cold outside."

"Fine," Draco muttered, unlocking the door before pulling it open. As his gaze landed on the face of their visitor his jaw fell open. "I…"

"Hi," Severus said, holding up a solitary, spindly hand. He gaze flashed in an unreadable manner as he studied Draco. "Happy Yule."

Draco glanced over to Harry, seemingly still in shock. "Harry, you…"

"It wasn't Oliver, you twit," Harry replied, his large grin abating none. "I wrote Snape. It is Christmas, after all."

Draco nodded again before turning back to Severus, who was still huddled on the doorstep.

"As much as I appreciate your gawking, would you mind too terribly if I came in? It's really rather cold out here."

Draco stepped aside quickly, ushering him in. "Yes, of course…come in," he said breathlessly, leading them into the living room.

"I'll get you something warm to drink," Harry said before disappearing into the kitchen, leaving them alone.

Draco stood very still, his eyes glistening as he studied his godfather's face carefully. It finally slid into its all-too familiar annoyed look that Draco had forgot all about up to that point.

"Well?" Severus said, and Draco looked at him questioningly. With a sigh he opened his arms. "Don't I get a hug or something equally as intrusive?"

An odd half-sob, half-laugh escaped Draco's lips and he launched himself onto his godfather, this time, Severus wasn't reluctant to return the hug.

"I'm rather glad I didn't have to talk so you could follow my voice this time around," Severus said softly. "I'm also glad you took the potions like you were meant to."

Draco didn't let go. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't I?"

With a short sigh Severus pulled away, sitting down on the sofa. "Draco was quick to follow. "You're stubborn enough to do it," he finally said, "I wasn't sure you would ever forgive me when I left. I can easily see you refusing to take the potion just because I made it."

Draco scowled before shrugging. "I probably would have, would it not been for Harry. He had so much wrapped up in this. Always the hero, right? He made me take it, telling me that you wouldn't have made it if you didn't want me to get better."

"Never thought I'd see the say where Potter would be qualified enough to talk sense into you," Severus said with a slight sneer. "Soon it will start raining toads."

Harry came in cradling a mug of spiced cider. "Here you are Snape," he said and it was received gratefully.

"You're glasses are less horrendous than usual," Snape said as he gently blew on the liquid. "Did Draco finally notice how horrible they were and make you get new ones?"

"My old ones broke beyond repair," Harry replied flatly as he sat down beside Draco. "I got new ones when Draco got his."

"And I never forgot how horrible your glasses were," Draco said with a snort. "How do you think they were broke beyond repair?" Before Harry could reply he turned back to Severus. "So where did you go exactly? You…you were gone so long and I know you didn't go back to your house, so…"

"Draco…" Severus sighed. "I jus travelled. Couldn't stay in one place for too long." He reached into one of his pockets. "I did, however, get you a little something for Christmas."

"You really didn't have to," Draco said softly as he watched Severus pull out the shrunken trunks.

"I did," Severus replied. "It's all yours anyway."

Draco snorted as he plucked the tiny trunks from his godfather's hand. "How is my mother, by the way? Torn apart by the death of my dear father?"

"She is, actually," Severus said, his tone flat and nearly remorseless. "First she let her son go, and now her husband is dead. As much as I hated your father Draco, your mother always meant well."

"She let me go!" Draco snapped. "She let me leave when I had blood streaming down my face. I never really thought she hated me, but I definitely never thought she loved me either."

"But you loved her," Harry breathed. "She was your mother."

Draco sighed. "Of course. It…it was the ultimate betrayal when she chose Lucius over me."

"Take it from both Potter and me," Severus said in a stern tone. "Don't alienate your mother just because you don't like some of the choices she has made. I did the same thing and when my mother died I hadn't spoken to her in years."

"And I would have given anything to have talked to my mother, if only once," Harry added.

Draco scowled, but seemed to be thinking over the issue. "Guilting me into talking to Narcissa again is a moot point. If she wants to see me she can come here. I refuse to go back to the Manor."

Harry nodded. "I'll write her a letter. Now, do you want to unpack your trunks?"

Draco cradled them in his hands, lifting the slightly larger one and holding it between two fingers. "Just this one," he said softly. "Just…just my school trunk. I don't need the other one."

Harry took it from him, quickly resizing it. "Do you want to open it or shall I?"

With a small smirk Draco said, "You open it, love. I still remember what's inside."

Harry didn't cease throwing open the lid of the trunk, a smile lighting his face as he pulled out the length of ebony that lay on top of a pressed set of robes. "Draco, it's your wand!"

"My wand?" He repeated, breathless. "But…but my wand wasn't in my trunk, I left it…"

"Your mother put it in there," Severus said with a stern nod. "She was rather convinced you would neither come back for it nor need it again."

Draco nodded absently as he turned the smooth wand around in his hands, enjoying the crackle of power in his fingertips that he had so sorely missed.

Harry had pulled out his broom before he had even returned his attention to the trunk. "And your broom! We can go flying and you can have your old broom back."

Draco carefully slid his wand into his pocket before taking the broom from Harry with a small smile. "I guess you don't realize how much you missed something until you get it back."

Severus' eyes landed on Draco, who at least had the decency to blush. He cleared his throat before laying the broom aside. He bit his lip. "Harry, could you hand me the black book with my name on the cover? I…"

"Oh, you have an Ask Me journal too?" Harry said as he flipped it open, instantly finding writing. "Oh, you told it not to erase your…oh…"

Draco cringed; screwing his eyes shut as he listened to Harry catch a breath and hold it.

"When…when did you ask it this?" Harry breathed, looking up from the journal. "How…how long ago?"

"Fourth year," Draco replied. "From then on I knew that…"

"Will I ever be rid of Harry Potter?" Harry read as he stared down at Draco's meticulous hand before glancing back up to Draco, who was look right back.

"No. Never," Draco recited. "I…I never really knew what it meant."

"Now you do," Harry said with a nod.

Severus stood, drinking the rest of his cider before saying, "Those books don't lie, you realize. Looks like you two are stuck together."

"I could think of worse places to be stuck," Harry replied with a grin as he closed the trunk, which was now empty. Severus rolled his eyes and went into the kitchen. "Draco, do you want to unload the other one as well? I'm sure its clothes, you…"

"No," Draco said, shaking his head. "That's all part of my old life, a lift that I would like to forget."

"But…" Harry started, and Draco shook his head.

"My life with you," he continued, "Is so much better. I want to start all over. With you."

"I should hope so," Harry said before making his way over to Draco, sitting beside him. "Everything I've done, I've done for you. I move the stars for no one. You aren't going to ever be rid of me."

"I don't want to be rid of you," Draco replied. "It would be entirely too boring not having you around to fight with."

Harry rolled his eyes but pressed a kiss to Draco's cheek. He stood up slowly. "I'm making more cider. You want?"

"Yes please," Draco said with a smile. "Don't be gone too long, love."

"No," Harry said before kissing Draco again. "Never."

THE END

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