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A/N: Hey! Well, this is it! The last chapter! I've enjoyed writing this fic, and I really hope that you've enjoyed it as well! Thank you all for the reviews!

Ch. 7.

After the buzz of chatter had died down following the Longbottom's departure, Draco and Harry sat at the Gryffindor table to eat. Around them, students were discussing the return of Harry's sanity, the end of the war, and Neville's parents. The feast over with, Harry was dragged off back to Gryffindor Tower by his housemates, leaving Draco alone and miserable.

Making his way back to his rooms, the blond sighed heavily. He'd been wrong to assume that Harry would still want to be around him now that he was back. Taking Draco to the hospital must have been due to lingering feelings of safety when Harry was with him. Seating himself on the couch, Draco stared into the fire. The fire he'd danced with Harry in front of. The fire he'd held Harry in front of. That they'd opened presents in front of.

Sighing again, Draco realised that there were too many memories of Harry in this room. It was going to be hard for him to live there alone again. Reaching for Harry's music box on the table next to him, he flipped up the lid and listened to the soothing strains of Fur Elise.

An hour went by with Draco staring into the fire and listening to the music. He missed Harry already. A part of him callously wanted Harry to be insane again. Even though it meant that Harry would be sick, at least he'd be with Draco.

There was a quiet tap at the door, and after closing the music box, Draco went to open it.

"Harry!" he said in surprise.

"Hey," Harry smiled shyly. "Can I come in?"

"I-sure," Draco stood aside and gestured inside.

"You know, I could've just walked in," the Gryffindor smiled. "I still live here."

"Then why did you knock?" Draco asked, closing the door.

"Because it gave you the choice to close the door and not let me in," Harry shrugged, as though that explained everything.

"But you know the future, you knew I'd let you in anyway, so why give me the choice?" Draco asked.

"Just because I can see the future doesn't mean that people can't choose to change what I see," Harry sat down in Draco's previously occupied space. "Choice matters, Draco."

The blond contemplated this for a moment, before sitting next to Harry uncomfortably.

"So…why are you here? I thought you'd gone back to Gryffindor with your friends," he asked.

"I had," Harry answered. "I went to have a catch-up and to answer their questions-or some of them. But my things are here. I still live here."

"You could have moved the-"

"Besides, I promised you that I'd explain how I became sane again," Harry cut across Draco's forming rant.

"Oh."

Harry smiled.

"Don't worry, it's pretty simple," he said softly. "When I was in Voldemort's lair, I felt nothing but pain and terror. The one muggle couple that was brought in was torn apart. The attacks on my mind were constant because of the pain the muggles were in even when they weren't being tortured and killed. I began to fall apart. I couldn't defend myself against any of it. The more distressed I became, the more vulnerable to it all I was.

"In the end, I lost my grip, and like I said, I hid away in a deep recess somewhere in my subconscious. I remember it all clearly, but I was detached. None of the pain could touch me. The part of me that took over, the one that was just made up of my powers, didn't understand what was going on. It did whatever it was forced to. Then it just did whatever it fancied. It's like my magic is alive, with a mind of it's own. Uncontrollable. I've always had a problem with accidental magic. I blew up my aunt once.

"I felt like there was no love in the world any more. No reason to live and be happy. That's why I never fought to come out. I couldn't all I could remember was pain. Then I met you. At first, I couldn't tell what you were feeling, but you felt nice, and safe. My magic trusted you. Over these past few months, I kept feeling something coming off you, but my power doesn't understand emotions. It understands the power around it. In the earth, the sky, the ghosts, whatever. But I understood emotion. Trapped away in my fantasy world, I felt cared for, but nothing that I longed for. Love.

"When you kissed me, Draco, you poured emotions into me. It was a result of my empathy. You truly felt for me, and that feeling surged through me, and broke through my defences. I came to myself, and I remembered everything. Voldemort, the torture, and you looking after me. I knew it all. And I realised something that my powers had not. When I was under your care, my powers made a connection with you. They saw you as a protector, someone to trust, and they began to wrap around you. You were that most important thing to me. I fell in love with you. Somewhere, hidden away, I knew I'd fallen in love, but I couldn't find the strength to break free of my self-imposed prison. I didn't know I was loved in return, and to come back to that, I felt that I'd break. But you showed that you loved me, and it was irresistible. I had to come back."

Draco sat stunned. He took a few moments to digest what Harry had said.

"You love me?" he asked.

"Yes," Harry smiled. "I, Harry Potter, truly love you, Draco Malfoy."

Draco let out a breath. He'd never thought he'd hear those words. It was amazing, this feeling. He was in love, and the knowledge that he was loved in return gave him a sense of contentment, and a burning need to be closer to Harry. Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around the slim raven-haired boy.

"Harry, I love you," he whispered, leaning down.

"Just what I longed to hear," Harry replied, as Draco's lips met his.

They kissed slowly, and gently, neither wanting the feeling of complete and utter happiness to go away. Eventually, they pulled apart.

"Let's go to bed, it's getting late," Harry suggested.

They moved into the bedroom, getting changed and cleaning their teeth as usual. The only difference to their night was that Harry slipped into bed with Draco and fell asleep in his arms. His dreams were nightmare free.

HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM

It was the thirty-first of July and Harry's seventeenth birthday. He was staying at The Burrow for the summer, as he no longer needed to return to the Dursley's for protection. Draco had been invited as well, as his parents were either dead, or imprisoned, and he didn't want to be at the manor alone. He and Harry were sharing the twins' old room.

"Happy birthday, Sweetie," Draco woke Harry carefully.

"Hi," Harry mumbled, waking slowly. "I love you."

"I love you too," Draco smiled.

It was their daily routine. Draco always woke first, and so he had the pleasure of watching his love sleep peacefully before waking him. Harry was extremely dozy in the morning, and therefore said the oddest, or the sweetest things. This morning, it was a sweet thing. Yesterday, he'd mumbled something about spaceships landing on the moon.

Once Harry was more awake and had showered, the two boys had made their way downstairs for a special brunch prepared by Molly Weasley, and a party with all of Harry's friends.

Later in the afternoon, when everyone had gone and Harry was admiring his presents, Draco wrapped his arms around his waist.

"My present to you is at Hogwarts, so we're going to Floo there in an hour or so, ok?" the blond whispered in his ear.

Harry nodded. He'd been working on his powers with a special tutor brought in by Dumbledore. He could now control them somewhat and didn't know every little thing that was going to happen. He hadn't known that Draco had something special planned, and had been slightly disappointed to find he had no present from his love. But now he realised that it had just been saved for him. Smiling, he went to change.

HPDMHPDMHPDMHPDM

They stepped out of the fireplace in Dumbledore's office to find the man beaming at them.

"Happy birthday Harry!" he said jovially, passing the emerald-eyed boy a brightly coloured parcel.

The boy opened it to find a nice pair of socks. Laughing, he thanked the headmaster.

"Not a problem, Harry my boy," he twinkled. "One can never have too many socks! Draco, everything is as you requested."

Draco smiled his thanks and led Harry out of the room and down to their rooms from last year. Opening the door, he let Harry walk in before him.

"Oh Draco!" Harry cried, flinging his arms around the tall blond.

In the centre of the room, there was a small table set for two. The ceiling had been bewitched to show the clear night sky, and candles, along with the fire provided a dim, flickering light.

Sitting down, the two boys ate their meal, too wrapped up in each other to notice how good the food was. As they sat talking afterwards, Draco placed a parcel on the table.

"Happy birthday, Harry," he whispered.

Harry picked up the parcel and carefully tore the wrapping off to reveal a black velvet box. Lifting the lid, he looked inside to see a thick silver band resting upon a cushion of red velvet. Picking up the bracelet, he read the inscription.

"It's lovely," he breathed, gently slipping it over his hand. It settled on his wrist, warming quickly from his skin. "Thank you."

"I'm glad you like it," Draco smiled. "Would you care to dance?"

"I'd love to!"

Draco pulled out his wand, and cast a charm so that slow, quiet music flowed through the air. Pulling Harry to him, he wrapped his arms around the slim waist and they began to dance.

They stayed that way for almost an hour before Harry sighed.

"What's the matter, Sweet?" Draco asked.

"I wish tonight would never end," Harry replied. "It's perfect."

"Oh it's not over yet," Draco smirked.

"What do you mean?" Harry frowned.

Draco didn't answer, but pulled Harry over to the bedroom, opening the door.

The ceiling had also been charmed to look like the night sky, a few candles burned on the surfaces. One gigantic bed took the place of the two single ones, and red rose petals were scattered across the sheets.

Harry took a few steps into the room, gazing at the beauty of the scene before him.

"Draco…"

"If you don't want to, that's fine," Draco knew this had been a daring move. He didn't know if Harry was ready. "I don't need sex to be happy with you. But I love you, and I wanted to show you by making you feel good. I don't want to push you. The choice is yours."

Harry turned to him, a light in his eyes that Draco recognised. Happiness.

"This is the best night of my life," Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. "Of course I want you to make love to me. I want you to make me yours. I love you and I trust you. I'm not scared."

Draco's arms wound around Harry's waist, and he lowered his head to capture the Gryffindor's lips. After a few moments of standing there kissing, he walked Harry slowly backwards. Feeling the raven boy's legs connect with the bed, he lifted Harry to lay him on the mattress, following him down to lie carefully atop him. Leaning on his arms to avoid putting too much weight on his lover, Draco broke the kiss.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," came the softly spoken response.

Rolling off Harry, Draco pulled his jumper off, watching Harry do the same. Pulling the boy on top of him, he ran his hands down the smooth back gently.

"You're so beautiful!"

He leaned up to kiss Harry again, and soon they were rolling gently over on the bed. Their trousers were soon discarded, and Draco began pressing soft kisses down Harry's throat and chest. Moving back up to give his lover a chaste kiss, he ran his hands down Harry's sides, pausing at his boxers.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking into Harry's eyes.

"Yes," Harry responded, breathing heavily.

Draco pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek as he began sliding Harry's boxers down. Taking off his own as well, he gave Harry's cock few gentle strokes before moving back to eyelevel with Harry.

"Are you sure you're sure?" he asked.

Harry's hands tangled in his blond hair and pulled him down for a kiss.

"I'm positive," Harry smiled against his lips.

Draco smiled in return and reached for a pot of lube on the dresser, and pulled his wand out of his discarded trouser pocket.

Pointing his wand at himself, he performed a protection charm, just in case, and threw his wand back on the floor. Opening the jar, he made sure that his fingers were completely coated before looking back at Harry.

The raven boy had spread his legs and was watching him in anticipation. Draco ran a finger down his crack and paused, stroking his entrance. Carefully, he pushed in a finger.

Harry gasped, but Draco leaned over to give him a reassuring kiss as he moved his finger about, gently stretching his passage. Slipping another finger in, Draco scissored them, widening Harry and searching for his prostate. Finding it, he stroked it, and watched as Harry writhed in pleasure. Adding a third finger, Draco was sure Harry was ready. Slicking his own erection, he positioned himself. Locking eyes with bright green ones, he whispered that he loved Harry as he pushed in.

Harry's back arched, and he hissed at the unfamiliar feeling, but Draco went slowly, pausing to allow Harry to accommodate him. When Harry wriggled slightly, he pulled almost completely out, and slid smoothly and slowly back in.

This continued for a while, until Harry moaned for him to go faster. Draco sped up his rhythm a bit, hitting Harry's prostate again, causing the boy to moan and wrap his legs around Draco's waist, pulling him on deeper.

They were both so wrapped up in the feelings they were producing in each other, they failed to feel their magic escape from them. It whirled around the room, mixing and melding, becoming one.

Draco was close to coming, and he reached down to grasp Harry's cock, pumping it in time to his movements. He came closer to the edge, and with one last thrust, he came violently, moaning Harry's name. Feeling the blond slam once more into his prostate, Harry followed his lover over the edge, letting the sweet bliss of orgasm take over him.

They lay, quietly panting in the remnants of their pleasure as their magic settled again, giving them a greater sense of connection than they had ever felt.

Finally, Draco found the strength to pull out of Harry carefully, rolling to the side of the dark boy, and pulling him close. Harry settled his messy head upon Draco's chest, hearing his heart beat strongly.

"I love you, my angel," he whispered sweetly.

"I love you too, forever and always," Draco replied.

"Forever and always," Harry repeated.

Together, they fell asleep, and the stars shone down upon them.

The End.

A/N: Well, that was it! Please review! I'd love to know what you thought! Thanks so much for reading!

Love,

Len