Authors Note: Many thanks to my beta, Shannon, and here we have the end of yet another story! Wow! I can hardly believe it, but here it is! I love you all and I'll see you on the next fic!

Chapter 12 And on the seventh day goddess created Draco

Harry sat in a daze, staring out into the open forest glade. The shimmer was back and everything seemed as though it has been coated with a thick layer of sugared icing. The leaves were vibrant crimsons and gold, the spring was a glittering surface teeming with metallic jewel toned fish and everywhere he looked life sprung forth and the forest blossomed.

It made him nauseas.

Not that feeling physically ill was the normal reaction to such a wonderful outcome, but the only place Harry looked that was not new and flowering was the pile of soft leaves that had sucked Draco into the forest's earthen womb.

His eyes were barren of tears, as he had already filled his pool with as much as his fragile body had, but still the forest kept his Draco away from him. Blackened rings formed beneath his eyes as rest evaded him night after night and still his pale lover remained missing. No music was powerful enough to make him dance; neither the melody of the wind nor the harmony of the flora could pull him from his saddened state.

Every second that passed tolled like a death knell in his ears, counting of every moment spent bereft of his true love. The minutes never sped up; never let him have the quiet relief of knowing that his life of sorrow would soon be over. They never slowed, indicating that he had not yet dropped into a hallucinatory state where he might be permitted to forget his love. No, time was certainly no friend of that immortal as he lay curled upon his rock and pleaded to die.

The grief was unbearable and he had ground most of his fingers into nubs by scraping them over and over on the same roughhewn stone. His hair remained lank and brittle because he refused to enter the soothing pool, which also made his skin begin to crack and parch under the harsh afternoon sun.

For seven days he remained that way, weeping his plea for dissolve like a chant. "Let me die."

The forest was stronger willed that he, however, and tended to ignore his whimpers and moans. Every once in awhile a wind would stir the leaves, now a makeshift cemetery, and cause Harry the misgivings of hope, but then the wind would falter and the leaves would go back to their unanimated state once again.

It had happened far too often for the Nix to notice anymore, and on such an occasion the wind stirred a cluster of leaves into a whirling tornado but Harry didn't bother to alter his gaze. He remained staring off into space, his eyes unfocused and his mind unfettered until he heard a rumble in the ground below. He looked up with a start, his eyes honing in on Draco's grave and the leaves began to part as the ground began to shift beneath them. Earth moved, trees shook and Harry quaked in his own skin wondering what new torture goddess had in store for him.

A light erupted from the hole so brilliant that Harry had to blink against it and then finally look away. With his green eyes carefully shaded he turned back wondering what he might be forced to look upon and gasped, nearly falling over in place at the sight.

There, raised from the ground like a shining pale beacon was his love, his light, in glowing ferocity. Everything sparkled and shimmered off of his milky white flesh and the unkind years he had accrued since they parted had vanished. Long silken hair fell down his body like fine woven clothes and his cheeks flushed the palest of pinks.

Harry dove into the water feeling it heal his flesh and quench his mind and when he emerged, the floating beacon was gone, replaced with a boy made of shimmer faerie flesh.

Immortal.

He could tell from the scent of him, the very way Draco now tasted in the air. When he grew nearer he could feel the spark of energy erupt and coat his own skin. He dove for the boy, scooping him up in his arms and caressing the strange yet familiar body against him, running a finger over Draco's luminous lips he smiled when the boy stirred.

Feather soft eyelashes fluttered against pale lids and with a whispered name, Draco opened his sparkling gray eyes to look out at the world for the first time in his immortal life. Relief washed over Harry in a tsunami wave and when the boy's eyes focused on him, a smile curled both of their lips.

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Harry.

The word cam unbidden to him and he realized at once that it was a name, but not his own. When emeralds swam to the surface of his vision surrounded by the most beautiful face he'd ever seen he knew the name belonged to him.

"Harry?" he whispered softly, noting the bell-like quality of his voice.

The man's smile filled his heart with an ache that refused to subside and when the boy leaned down to capture his lips, the world around them faded away. Pulsating power radiated up and through him, coursing through the ground below and energizing the very air he breathed. He could feel distant plants awaken and trees bend their limbs toward them as their kiss awakened a slumbering forest.

Fingers twined into his hair and a fire burned in his gut as Harry pulled him near and a warm hand wandered over exposed flesh until it rested on his delicate waist. The feel of Harry's tongue, probing and tasting made his entire body shiver as the pleasure took hold and his body instantly reacted.

Harry groaned into his mouth and he could feel the sweet pulse as Harry pressed his growing length between their bodies.

"Draco, my Draco, how I've missed you," Harry whispered against his ear.

Draco. That was it, his name. Little dragon his mother had called him. Draco Malfoy, the name of a human, not this new enchanted body, but Harry wanted Draco, so Draco he would be. As Harry's fingers caressed him, flashes of his human memory came back to him. Heated exchanges between the two of them, their first kiss, the night he threw Harry out, all leading up to the evening he was lead back into the glade and given a life changing choice; stay or go, eternity chasing after Harry or forever in the ground. In the end the decision had been easy. Even though his Nix was angry with him, he would have a very long time to win him back. As he looked into the hooded green eyes of his love, he knew he had made the right choice.

"I'm yours," he moaned, clutching Harry's hips and rocking him closer. As soon as he said the words he knew them to be true. He belonged to the Nix and the Nix belonged to him.

A hungry glint sparkled in Harry's emerald eyes and he took what was his.

Draco gasped at the first hint of intrusion, but as Harry slowly and carefully entered him his world became a buzz of pins and needles, sharpening his senses into a wild and exotic dimension. Thrust after thrust made Draco writhe and arch, trying to make every inch of his skin graze Harry's. His breathing became ragged and his heart rate sped until only a hummingbird's wings might beat faster.

When Harry's nimble fingers closed around his engorged heat, the sensory overload became too much. Crying out Harry's name, Draco came in a hot rush of fluid while his lover exploded inside of him with his own orgasm before slowing and gathering Draco in his arms.

"Never leave me," Harry whispered against their sweat-slicked bodies.

"Never," Draco promised, wrapping himself completely around his lover like a pale and pulsing cloak.

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Immortality suited Draco.

His skin had a sheen to it that in human for it had never had, his eyes seemed to glow like a storm cloud just before lightning stuck and his body was lithe and agile. Harry had taken back the numerous curses he'd placed on the land when they returned Draco to him in this form. His lover seemed to have all of his memories from his human form, only details fogged quickly as the days passed by.

Their nights were spent making love under the stars, while mornings found them drinking in the dew that coated their smooth skin upon the breaking of dawn. They would visit the outskirts of their forest during the day, flitting between trees and spreading their magic to the wood to help it grow and every evening they would bathe in the sparkling pool, or play music for the passing fauna of the glade.

Draco quickly found that his favorite form outside of the lithe humanoid form he most often took was that of sinewy dragon he'd seen in picture books as a small child. His body molded easily into whatever form he could think of and he enjoyed watching the proud joy that clouded Harry's features whenever he discovered something new about his immortal body.

One afternoon they were playing a game of tag –Harry was winning of course, as he was older and more experienced- and they ventured closer to Malfoy Manor then they had ever before.

The white marble that Draco recalled being so brilliant and shiny actually seemed dull and almost gray with his new sharper eyes. He paused in his stride to look across the vast green lawn and into the lush garden his mother had built there. He spotted the pale woman lingering by the rose bushes, her gaze unwavering into the line of trees where Draco stood.

He was compelled to go to her, though he knew not what he would say. Regardless his feet began moving the rest of him out of the thicket and toward the rolling lawn before a solid grasp on his wrist halted him.

Draco's breath quickened at Harry touch, as it always seemed to, but Harry shook his head and gestured to his own form, now clad in sapphire plumes, as he had been the first night he'd come to Draco's window as a tiny blue bird. Draco understood at once, for they rarely needed to speak aloud to get their thoughts across to one another, and he transformed his body in like, creating a wardrobe of iridescent scales in place of his nudity.

They walked together up to the house, Harry's hand never leaving Draco's wrist. He adored his lover's possessiveness and melted into the casual touch. White and ebony hair mingled in the wind as they strode purposefully toward Draco's mother, and as soon as they reached the wide-eyes woman, both men fell into a sweeping bow.

It seemed to take a moment for Narcissa to gain her breath, once she had she returned their bow with a deep curtsy of her own. "I was worried about my dearest Draco, but I see now that I shouldn't fret," she whispered, her eyes showing the awe that she must have felt at the sight of both Nixes' completely without glamour.

"I assure you he is well cared for, Lady Malfoy," Harry responded, his voice a twinkling melody.

"I see that," she replied, her hand reaching up to finger a lock of Draco's wild mane. "Oh, Draco, I thought you were the loveliest before, but now…"she voice trailed off as she gazed at her son with the daylight glittering over his scaly clothes and sighed.

"He's my mate. As I've always dreamed of," Harry whispered in return, seeming equally in awe of his beautiful lover.

Draco however knew he was different but felt the contrasting obsidian hair and pale flesh of his mate could never be surpassed and let his hand trail Harry's waist for a moment before refocusing on his mother.

"We can visit as often or as little as you like, mother. I'd like to see you again, though," Draco told her, smiling softly and gripping his lover's hip.

"I'd love that, Draco, Harry. You… you look so happy, both of you," she cooed and the boys could only nod, knowing that as a human, Narcissa couldn't begin to understand the depth of their devotion to one another.

With that he bid his mother farewell, letting her get acclimated to his new form and pulled Harry back to the wood, hand in hand.

As the forest shaded their bodies, they both lost the mask of clothing and Harry whirled quickly, pinning Draco against the nearest tree. "You are a lovely thing, my Dragon," he purred, letting his fingers trail along the blonde's jaw, neck and chest.

"Nothing compared to you, love," he gasped in return, his flesh burning from Harry's touch.

"Mmm," Harry moaned softly against Draco's mouth, flicking his tongue out to carefully dance just out of reach. "I adore you."

"And I, you," Draco replied, his breath coming in heated puffs as Harry's fingers dipped lower.

"Tell me then, lover," Harry asked, his mouth making hot wet trails below Draco's ear. "Will you be mine forever?"

A gasp exploded from Draco's lips as Harry's closed his hand around the throbbing pulse point between his legs and stroked at it tenderly.

"Always, eternity," Draco answered in a thick moan, feeling the ability for words leave him.

Harry took Draco's hand then, and wrapped it carefully around his own need and Draco watched as thick black lashes fluttered closed as the lust built between them. "I'm yours, and you're mine," he rasped as Draco began to stroke him at an even pace.

"Forever," Draco added before capturing the lips of his immortal lover, husband, and mate.

FIN

Authors Note: So another one bites the dust. Would anyone like a Harry and Draco Nix to make the wait for the next story better?