Hey, guys, I know that this is hideously short, and horribly late, but I had it finished when my jumpdrive fried, and had, like, no inspiration to continue it whatsoever, so I'm feeling proud of myself that I did it at all. Yes, this is the end, I know, it leaves only more questions, but that's the way it goes sometimes.

There's probably not going to be a sequel. Originally, there was going to be, but like I said, total lack of inspiration.

Harry reached out and pulled Draco down on top of him, holding him close to his chest, his face buried in Draco's soft, golden hair. Draco chuckled softly, but didn't try to move away, knowing by now that the attempt would merely make Harry's arms tighten confiningly around him. Instead, he pressed his cheek to Harry's chest and listened to his racing heart. Harry's heart always sped around him anymore. Harry kissed his hair, and slid his sharp-tipped nails down his cheek. As their bodies were pressed closer together, he could feel Harry's arousal pressed against him. Again, not a new thing by any means.

Harry rolled them over suddenly, pinning Draco to the bed, and by the look in his eyes, Draco knew that the time he was able to stall was up. Harry's eyes were desperately needy, with a hint of hopelessness in them that said that he was starting to think that Draco would never fully accept him. He sighed softly, but smoothed his hands up Harry's cheeks as the darker boy leaned down to kiss him. A shiver went through Harry at Draco's apparent acceptance, and the tenseness slid from his muscles. Slowly, so slowly, clothing was removed, and both reflected that it was a good thing that they were home at the Manor for the break, otherwise one of their doorm-mates would probably be interrupting right about now. Harry was gentle with him, but Draco still cried out with the pain of being breached, making Harry pause and kiss him tenderly until it had mostly subsided.

Upon reflection later, Draco found that he really couldn't remember much of the bonding clearly, just the brief flashes of pain, and an incredible and overwhelming pleasure. And he smiled as Harry curled up next to him, sleepily content, kissing him gently on the lips, and then again on the stomach before he settled. It took a moment for the importance of that gesture to sink in, then Draco shot upright.

"Harry, were you trying to get me pregnant?!" The mischievous, content look in Harry's eyes answered for him, and Draco sank back with a groan. "I hate you," he said halfheartedly. Harry shook his head with a smile.

"You love me," he corrected. Draco rolled his eyes.

"That too."