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"My son? My son... Draco... is he alive?"

"Yes..."

"DEAD!"

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Draco stared at the parade of Death Eaters, he stared at that oaf Hagrid. And he stared at the dead body of his soulmate. He knew that Harry was going to die, he knew there was no way he was going to survive. Yet, he had hoped, that somehow, by some miracle, Harry would survive.

He felt empty.

Life was empty without Harry. Life was empty with out the boy - man - he had hated for so long. The man he was now in love with - the man he loved.

Harry was dead.

Draco had always wanted Harry dead, or so he told himself. Since Harry had denied his hand, he thought of a thousand ways he could kill the Gryffindor. He never imagined him actually dead. Draco definitely didn't want Harry dead. He wanted Harry alive, kissing him.

He listened to the lies, he listened to the lies Voldemort told, "We caught him trying to RUN AWAY! Running away and leaving you to die! And now your precious saviour is dead!"

Harry Potter was dead.

He wanted to scream, he was so close to screaming. LIAR! But Neville beat him to it, well somewhat.

"It doesn't matter that Harry's dead!" Yes it does Neville, because now he doesn't have any soulmate, or enemy, he has no reason to live.

"Draco!" his father called, beckoning him over to the other side, the side that killed Harry. But it's his family. "Draco!" his father calls again, more insistently. What would happen if he stayed, if he refused to move? Doesn't matter, because Harry was dead. So he walked over, the walk of shame.

He stared at the body of his soulmate. He sees it twitch. Twitch? Harry was just pretending to be dead! He didn't know how it was possible, but Harry wasn't dead. And now Harry was out of Hagrid's arms, stumbling awkwardly. With out thinking, Draco bolted. Harry saw him now. "POTTER!" he screamed, before tossing his wand over.

"Draco!" he heard his parents calling after him, but he ignored it, because now everything was chaos, and Harry had his wand. Everyone was fighting, and fighting and curses were flying. Draco was wandless, standing in the middle of it. Suddenly Potter's groupie's one and two (Ron and Hermione) were on either side of him, protecting him.

"What?" he asked, shocked.

"This is for Harry," muttered Hermione, "Not for you."

"We'll cover you until you reach the castle," Ron informed him, and together the three 7th years managed to reach the castle. He managed to spit out a quick thank you, before bolting to find the other Slytherins, who were protecting the children.

He trying really hard not to worry about Harry.

Harry would be fine. After all, he faced the Dark Lord - Voldemort - with no wand, and still managed to survive.

Stop worrying Draco.

He would be fine.

He always is.

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Harry had just killed Voldemort. He had just saved the wizarding world. He was ecstatic.

Where was Draco?

He searched over the crowds of people surrounding him, the crowds of people hugging him and slapping him on his back. Spotting the blond, watching the scene with a disinterested look on his face, he pushed his way through the crowd. He spotted Dean and Seamus kissing each other in congratulations along the way (fucking finally), and Ginny and Luna hugging. When he finally reached the Slytherin, he didn't know what to say.

"Congrats Potter," drawled Draco.

Harry was momentarily confused, "For what?"

Draco sighed in exasperation, "For killing the d- Vol... Voldemort."

"Oh yeah," was it bad that Harry wanted to kiss Draco in front of everyone?

"You seriously forgot?"

"No..." stammered Harry, before quickly changing the subject, "Can I kiss you?"

Draco blushed, it was adorable, "In front of everybody?"

"Yes? I mean if you don't want to-"

"I want to, just do you really want to be seen kissing a Death Eater?"

"Former Death Eater," corrected Harry.

"Still-"

"I don't want to be seen, not my kind of thing, but I do want to kiss you."

Malfoy looked at him, laughter in his depressed eyes, "Note to self:" he murmured, "Harry Potter doesn't have a public kink-" he was cut off by Harry's lips.

Needless to say, no one was really surprised that the two were making out. In fact, Harry thought he heard Mcgnagall say to Madame Hooch that she owed her 5 galleons. The two even received some highly inappropriate whistles. The couple responded together, as they both stuck out their arm, a certain finger sticking up.

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They didn't have a happy ending however, they had a life ending.

Almost every night, they both had nightmares, but they would always be there to comfort the other.

Draco's gift from the war was anxiety, which was slowly being healed. Harry received PTSD, and too much attention, which he despised. They were always there for each other however, Harry would be there to rub Draco's back when his anxiety was particularly bad. Draco would be there to calm Harry down during an attack, or to help his escape a crowd of fans.

Sometimes, the couple received hate mail, for being gay, or for Draco being a Death Eater. But they also got letters from kids, young lgbtq kids who called them inspirations and thanked them. Those cards always made them feel good.

Contrary to what most thought Harry would become, Harry became a teacher, taking Madame Hooch's job as flying instructor. He loved the job, although sometimes kids could be quite annoying. Draco became a healer, putting his potion skills to use. He had always been better at healing rather then torturing, much to Voldemort's distress.

They didn't live a perfect life, but they lived a happy one.

And as they were also enemies, according to the letter's on each of their wrists, they fought, they fought hard and strong (much like the make up sex after). But as they were soulmates too, they always made up.

When they were ready, they adopted Teddy, Adromea coming over often to visit. And even later, when they were ready again, they adopted a baby girl, Lily Narcissa Malfoy-Potter. It was a long name, but their strong feisty girl could handle it.

And now they were here, nineteen years later, on platform 9 3/4.

"Do you have all your stuff?" Harry asked, for what seemed to be the billionth time.

"Yes, it's on the train. Papa, stop worrying," Sighed the young girl.

"Yeah Papa," mocked Draco, "Stop worrying."

Harry hit his husband, "Say's you! You were the one crying this morning because she was leavin-"

"SHH!" The former Slytherin shushed, putting a hand over Harry's mouth, "Never happened."

The former Gryffindor bit his husbands hand, "Don't be like your dad, Lily, he's a liar."

"No," corrected Draco, "I'm a Slytherin."

"Speaking of Slytherin," Harry knelt down next to his daughter, "It doesn't matter what house you get into, because we'll love you matter what. We love you're Hufflepuff brother don't we?"

"I wasn't worried about that," Lily said at the same time as her dad asked;

"Where is Teddy anyway?"

"He's making out with his girlfriend," Rose Weasley, Hermione and Ron's daughter said as the family approached.

Immediately, Hermione and Draco started some educated and intelligent conversation while Ron and Harry shook their heads at each other, exasperated. "Hey, mate," Ron said to him, "Can't believe they're leaving us," he indicated to Rose and Lily, who were having a conversation of their own.

"Our flowers are leaving us," Hermione sighed, she and Draco joining their conversation. The train whistled, and the new 1st years turned to their parents. Harry felt his eyes getting watery, although he'd never admit it.

Lily ran over and hugged her dad and her papa, "Bye, my flower," Draco whispered to his daughter, "Don't get caught when you break the rules." Harry slapped his husband, who then turned to him sharply, "You got into trouble all the time!"

"Fine," sighed Harry, defeated. "I love you, my dear, and I'll see you at school." Harry honestly didn't know why he was getting so emotional, as he would be teaching his daughter this year, and Draco lived at the castle with him most of the time.

"See you Papa," she said, kissing Harry on the cheek, "See you Dad," She then kissed Draco on the cheek, "I love you too," The family hugged, before Lily ran to catch up with Rose, who was entering the train.

"See you at school, Dad, Papa," said Teddy, who appeared out of know where, his hair shockingly purple. He hugged each of them before running to get on the train with his girlfriend.

"See you Teddy," They both chimed.

"Are you crying?" Inquired Draco, looking into Harry's water eyes, "Because if you are, then we're even and you can forget about this morning!"

"Fine," contented Harry, before kissing his husband quickly. The two couples waved goodbye to the train, and saw their children waving right back.

"When did they get so old?" Hermione sighed, "Time flies."

"Shh," Draco said, "If they're old that means I'm old!" He tugged on Harry's sleeve, "Quick, Harry, check me for wrinkles!"

Harry kissed Draco on the nose, "Not a wrinkle in sight." Ron and Hermione chuckled, used to their odd little interactions.

"I love you." Harry said.

"I love me too," Draco replied.

Harry and Draco then gripped hands, the names on their wrists blocky and bold. Soulmates. Enemies. Whatever you wanted to call them, they were destined for each other.

Harry's scar hadn't hurt in years.

All was well.

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So thats my soulmate story, i hope you had fun reading it
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