Author's Note: A thousand thanks to Deb for not only requesting this story, but also doing the beta work on it. Also, snogs to all who have reviewed the story, or any of the other twisted fairytales within. This story has been my favorite to write so far.

Part 5

Harry lounged languidly in Draco's arms, the fact that he had to leave filled him with anxiety but he was determined to enjoy these last few moments at his lover's side. Draco made that easy, his fingers drawing slow, sensual shapes along Harry's back. He couldn't get enough of the blond's touches or kisses or delicious heat. He had no idea what he was going to do until he was able to see Draco again.

Harry had only been home once and briefly over the last week and that was only to tell Sirius that he'd be with Draco. Otherwise, the pair was inseparable. It had been a nonstop stream of magic, fucking, eating, fucking, listening to Draco play various instruments while thinking about fucking. Hell, they'd made excellent use of nearly every surface in the tower, always knowing this day would come but trying to ignore its looming presence.

"I don't want you to go," Draco whispered.

"I don't want to either, trust me, but if I have any chance of getting you out of here before Grindelwald returns, I need to leave for a little while," Harry sighed, the sound turning feral as his fingers were drawn into a hot, wet mouth.

"Is there nothing I could do to keep you here?" Draco purred around the slicked digits.

"You're evil," Harry hissed, grinding his erection against Draco's thigh.

Draco chuckled and straddled the dark-haired man, working the fingers in his mouth the same way his talented tongue often worked Harry's cock. Emerald eyes rolled back into Harry's skull as the sensation tugged at things much lower than his fingers. He imagined those perfect lips disappearing around his erection, engulfing it and swallowing him down. The vision brought a low gurgle to his throat, making the blond chuckle darkly. Draco would never admit it aloud, but he loved the effect he had on the glorious man in his bed, and part of him worried that if Harry left now, Draco might never get to see him again.

He fully expected his Master to take him as his own when he returned, no matter how much of a protest Draco put up. Harry couldn't possibly continue to love him after that. He could clearly see the pain in those gemstone eyes at the mere mention of Grindelwald's name.

And just seeing Harry sprawled beneath him, his ebony locks contrasting sharply on Draco's sage pillows, it was all he could do not to chain him up and demand he stay. "Fuck me, Harry," he moaned instead. "One last time."

Harry groaned, his eyes snapping open to find Draco staring back at him with fires blazing behind that shining gray gaze. It was so intoxicating that it took him a moment to register the weight of Draco's words. Harry snarled and flipped the blond over, glaring menacingly at that beautiful, pale face. "No. This isn't our last time together. I'm coming back for you."

Draco sighed, recognizing the stubbornness that Harry was likely known for back home. After only a few weeks together, Draco knew Harry's moods better than his own now. He pouted, a look he knew Harry would have trouble resisting, but Harry merely turned away.

"I'm serious, Draco," he continued, pulling away from his lover and stalking from the bed to get dressed. "We'll have the rest of our lives to shag, because you belong to me. Not him!"

The searing anger in Harry's voice cut through Draco like a knife and all he could do was nod. How could he argue with this perfect man, this brilliant wizard who wanted him so badly? He couldn't, because only Draco knew the cunning wrath of his Master and the penalty they'd pay if Grindelwald caught Draco trying to sneak out on him. Never before had Draco even been willing to chance it, but for Harry, Draco would do anything.

"A kiss then," Draco bargained. "And then you have to promise to hurry back to me."

Harry's face softened at once and he pulled Draco close, nuzzling the soft blond hair that was already growing into a fair, platinum plait. "I love you," Harry whispered, not even knowing how such a thing could be true, but he knew it with his very soul. "And I promise to be quick. I won't leave you alone to face that monster."

He didn't wait for Draco to respond, he didn't need to. He knew Draco's feelings ran as deeply as his own, that was clear enough in the passion with which Draco clung to him, kissing him so deeply that Harry didn't think he'd ever be rid of the flavor – not that he wanted to.

"Hurry," Draco said when they pulled apart. He led Harry to the window and lowered his braid for Harry for what he deeply hoped wouldn't be the last time. Trying not to show his mounting concern, he offered Harry a brave smile and watched as Harry slowly descended to the ground and ran off into the woods.

"I need a ladder!" Harry shouted the moment he broke the threshold of the Weasley Wizard Wheezes. If anyone could whip up a masterful escape plan for his lover, it was the Weasley twins.

"Metal, wood, rope or candy?" called back one of the ginger-headed twins. Harry couldn't tell which one it was yet.

"Candy ladder? Really?" Harry balked, momentarily deterred from his task by the absurdity. "How would that even be useful?"

The man, George he suspected, shrugged. "We don't ask questions, Harry. You'd be surprised what kinds of things people want to order in edible form."

A thought came to mind involving Draco and chocolate knickers and he filed that information away for later and got back to business. "It needs to be lightweight, because I'm going to have to carry it without magic. And tall, at least twenty stories."

George – or was it Fred? – pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "Harry, what kind of mischief are you planning?"

"I thought you said you didn't ask questions?" Harry countered and the twin grinned brightly.

"Right you are, mate." And with that, the redhead disappeared into the back while Harry waited impatiently in the lobby.

"I've got a couple options," the man called back after awhile, "but nothing long enough. I'll have to modify one of these to work for you."

"How long?" Harry shouted back, making his way through whirring displays until he found the man eyeing three long rope ladders.

"A few hours," George yelled, wincing along with Harry as he realized the brunet stood right behind him.

Harry sighed but nodded, cursing himself for not doing this sooner. The thought had only just occurred to him a couple days before and Draco was so very persuasive in his ability to keep Harry melted to his side. "The quicker the better," he said and left the shop, heading to his own cottage where he planned to fill Sirius and Remus in on his plan. Harry knew that he and Draco would be on the run for some time if – when, he silently amended in his head – his plan worked. He didn't want his godparents to worry too much if Harry disappeared for a while.

He checked his watch and noted the time, nearly noon, and figured he'd give George until dinner to finish the task. He was anxious to get back to Draco because they had no idea how much more time they had before Grindelwald returned.

Not much time, it turned out.

It wasn't an hour after Harry departed that Draco heard a sound below and rushed to the window, wondering if Harry had forgotten something. "That was quick!" he shouted out in a teasing voice, which faltered the moment his eyes set on his glowering Master.

"Quick? Are you trying to tell me you didn't miss me?" Grindelwald called back up.

"No, not at all!" Draco amended. "I missed you terribly. I was only being sarcastic, my Lord."

"Ah. Well, don't make a habit of it, hm?" the blond man called up. "Now, Draco, my Draco, let down your blond hair, so that I may climb your golden stair."

Draco took a deep, shuddering breath and did as he was told. Even the lowering of his braid felt like a betrayal of his Harry, what was he going to do when Grindelwald demanded more? He swallowed thickly and bit into his lip in determination. He belonged to Harry now. Grindelwald couldn't have him, even if he had to die to prove it, he would.

The moment Grindelwald stepped into the tower chambers, his nose lifted to the air, sniffing harshly. "It smells like sex in here."

Draco flushed and glanced away, stepping back to put as much distance between him and Grindelwald as possible. "I don't know what you mean. It smells the same as always. You've just been away too long."

Grindelwald's eyes narrowed into slits as he scanned the bedchamber for anything unordinary. When nothing seemed out of place, his face softened and he took in Draco's anxious expression. "Have you been wanking, Draco?"

"You caught me," Draco admitted quickly, trying to look suitably admonished.

"Well then," Grindelwald replied smoothly, stalking closer to his prey, "It seems you might be ready to continue our lessons."

"I'm very eager to learn, Master, but could we pick up tomorrow? I'm a little…spent," Draco tried, glancing down at the limp bulge in his trousers.

"No worries, I can fix that." The stalking blond wizard gave a little wave of his wand and Draco felt his cock twitch to life.

"That's cheating," Draco huffed.

"I enjoy cheating, Draco, you should know that about your master," Grindelwald purred and Draco didn't think the man knew exactly what he was saying. He didn't think his Master would enjoy the knowledge that Draco had been cheating on him for the past fortnight.

Grindelwald stood in front of him, his massive dragon hide boots lodged between Draco's trembling thighs. He leaned in for a kiss, and Draco turned his head. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet today," Draco lied.

"You smell fine," Grindelwald said, and guided Draco's face back to his own. The man kissed Draco, rough lips and chin stubble grating against Draco's face, but his captive refused to kiss him back. He just stood there, accepting the kiss with as little enthusiasm as possible. "Draco. What's going on?" Grindelwald demanded.

"I just…I just don't want to do this," Draco admitted, hoping that Grindelwald's love for him might spare his life.

"Strip," the man ordered, his face set into a growling glare.

"What?" The sound was more of a squeak than an actual word.

"You heard me. Disrobe this instant," Grindelwald repeated angrily.

Draco scrambled to obey, his entire body shaking as he moved to undress. With trembling fingers, Draco removed the last article of clothing and tossed it to the ground before staring back at his keeper defiantly. He refused to let the man humiliate him.

At once the love bites left behind by Harry's mouth were clearly visible and Grindelwald snarled his displeasure into the air. "Who have you been letting into my tower and into your bed?"

"No one," Draco replied solidly.

"Liar!" Grindelwald shouted, smacking Draco across the face with the back of his ringed hand. Draco's palm went immediately to his jaw, already stinging and hot. "Tell me who you've been fucking!"

"No."

The refusal was quiet, yet firm, and Grindelwald raged against it. "Was it a woman?" The older wizard smelled the air, getting down on his knees he examined his ward's cock before flipping him around and staring at Draco's flushed and swollen entrance. "No. It seems you've betrayed me with a man."

Draco whimpered as the fingers digging into his thigh dug deeper, painfully slicing his flesh with sharply groomed nails. He felt only a moment of relief when those fingers left him and moved to his round arse cheeks, spreading them agonizingly wide.

"Bend over," Grindelwald ordered in a soft, terrifying tone, but Draco shook his head.

The older wizard grabbed Draco's braid and wound it tightly in his hand as he stood back up. With a sharp tug, he pulled Draco's naked body against him with a cry and whispered menacingly into the boy's ear. "You will not disobey me ever again. I will kill the man who ruined you for me, and I will make you wish you'd died as well." Tears streamed down Draco's cheeks, caught by Grindelwald's tongue. "Delicious."

A sharp sob rang out as Draco was bent roughly over his dressing table, his arse lifted and exposed to Grindelwald's pleasure. "Please, don't do this, Master. I love you, don't do this."

The man faltered for a moment, his hand turning from a biting grip to a tender caress. "How many times was he inside of you, Draco? Once? Twice perhaps?" Draco's only answer was a choked cry and Grindelwald's touch grew painful again as he rounded the globes of Draco's arse and delved his fingers into the tender crack. "I suppose I'll learn how many times you let him enter you the hard way. You gave him something that was not yours to give, Draco. You belong to me, and I'll make sure you never forget that."

"No!" Draco shouted as three dry fingers breached his entrance at once. "I belong to Harry!"

"Harry is it?!" Grindelwald growled. "So, it's Harry that has stolen your precious virginity and loosened you so?"

Draco tried to writhe away from the intrusion, but Grindelwald's hold on his braid wouldn't allow it. A forth finger penetrated him and Draco cried out in pain, his unprepared hole trying to shove the digits back out. "You're hardly worth it any longer," Grindelwald spat. "I was so looking forward to pounding that tight, virgin arse, but you've adapted too well to being filled."

"Please stop," Draco sobbed as Grindelwald assaulted him. "Please."

With a mighty shove, Grindelwald sent Draco toppling to the floor. Darkly hissed Latin filled his ears as he inched closer and closer to the window. With a mighty slash, Grindelwald's wand cut through the air and chopped Draco's magical braid from his head, nicking his exposed throat in the process. His hands went up to it and came away with blood, making his gray eyes widen in shock.

Grindelwald stared at his ward, spoiled and ruined at his feet. He dove into the boy's mind and stole any information he might need to use against this Harry. It seemed the task ahead was only too easy. Harry would be back on his own accord, no need to lure him.

"It's not deadly," Grindelwald scoffed at Draco's horrified expression. Pain was rarely something Grindelwald was forced to inflict on the boy and he wondered if Draco had ever seen his own pure blood before. "No, death would be too good for a liar and a cheat such as yourself. I gave you food, clothing, protection. Everything you could dream of or want was delivered on a silver platter, and you have the gall to deny me? To sneak around behind my back and betray me with another?" Grindelwald paced the circular room as he spoke, his hand still clutched around the severed blond braid.

How would he allow Harry up to him without his braid? Draco nearly laughed aloud at the thought. Harry was a distant dream now, lost to him forever. But perhaps there was still a chance, however small, that he could still somehow get away. Only, it was too far to fall.

"What are you going to do to me, Master?" Draco asked, trying to make his body seem as appealing as possible in his prone position on the floor. If he could only get close enough, perhaps Draco could strike out and inflict some pain before he died.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, his wand twitching in his hand. "I should tie you up and make you watch as I lure your lover up here and murder him."

Renewed determination helped him to stand on wobbling legs, inching his way to the window. Suddenly Draco feared for Harry's life more than his own. "No," he pleaded. "Please leave Harry alone. I'm yours, Master. All yours."

"You realized that too late," Grindelwald snarled, and rope shot from the tip of his wand, winding around Draco's wrists.

It was now or never, Draco realized and he ran with all his might, leaping through the still open window, the air cool against his naked, sweaty flesh. He felt a momentary thrill of freedom, but the bindings held tight and he soon found himself crashing against the side of the tower wall, knocking all the air from his lungs. He was only a few feet from the ground and dangling, but when he looked up, Grindelwald was at the sill, glaring down at him as he moved to pull Draco back up. Draco wiggled and squirmed until he was eventually free, falling the remaining distance to the gravel below.

His knees were bloody and raw, he had no clothes and no wand, but Draco ran, ignoring his name as it was screamed into the wind at his back. He ran as fast as he could away from the tower and away from Grindelwald. Trying to remember which way he'd seen Harry go, Draco followed bramble-covered paths, hoping to find his love before it was too late.

The tower window was dark when Harry returned and he worried that Draco might be asleep and not hear his call. He tried anyway, and was pleasantly surprised when the long, blond braid fell down the side for him to climb up.

Rope ladder strapped to his back, Harry climbed Draco's hair, eager to see his love once more. It had been excruciating being away from him, worried that Grindelwald might return, but the silken hair in his hands relieved all his stress and he realized he had no reason for concern.

All relief drained out of him to be replaced with dread the moment he reached the windowsill and saw that the braid wasn't attached to Draco at all, but a chair with a sticking charm. Part of him screamed to flee, fly back down the braid and put the tower and Grindelwald behind him, because he had no doubt as to who had set this trap for him. But Harry wasn't one to back down from a duel, especially if Draco could still be up there, bound and imprisoned by his madman captor.

He only hoped Draco was still okay.

"Draco," he called out, hoping for some sign and playing ignorant for his attacker. He found it easier to fight someone when they underestimated him. "Draco, where are you?"

"Here for my ward?" called a sickeningly sweet voice from the shadows. Harry could only make out a mess of blond curls, almost as bright as Draco's, and piercing violet eyes.

"Is he your ward?" Harry asked nonchalantly as he slowly slipped his hand into his pocket for his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" Grindelwald shouted, sending Harry's wand clattering to the ground far below. "We'll have none of that. I know that you are fully aware of who I am to Draco. I read his mind before I sent him falling to his death."

"Liar!" Harry shouted, leaping from the windowsill to the floorboards of Draco's chamber like a graceful bird. "You lie."

"Check for yourself. Can you sense him here?" Grindelwald purred. "You're a wizard, you should be able to feel his magic."

Harry reached out, sending his own magic into every nook and every cranny of the tower, each time he came up empty. "What have you done with him?" Harry snarled.

"I told you. He fell from the tower window," Grindelwald mocked.

"There was no body on the ground," Harry reasoned.

"It would have been foolish of me to leave it there for you to find," the dark wizard hissed. "And despite what you and Draco thought, I'm not foolish."

"Yes you are," Harry snarled. "Otherwise you would have killed me instead of merely stealing my wand." With a flick of his hand, Harry sent the older wizard flying across the room, crashing into the wall with a mighty thud.

"Powerful," the wizard coughed, clutching his side as he moved to stand up. "You're more powerful than even my Draco realized."

"He. Is. Mine," Harry snarled, launching a flaming ball of energy from his fingertips. It fizzled to steaming air just before it hit Grindelwald, his wand aloft to counter the spell.

Right before Harry's eyes, the air seemed to shimmer around the older wizard and fair flesh fell away to reveal shining purple scales as Grindelwald shifted into a dragon. Draco had mentioned that his Master's Patronus was a dragon form, but he'd never mentioned this. Perhaps Grindelwald's Animagus form was just one more thing he'd kept from his young ward.

"Was yours," Grindelwald correct with a snuffling roar. "Now he can belong to no one. Pity too, he was so lovely. But you, Harry you and I could be great together. With my wisdom and your power, we could conquer the world."

The dragon's offer purred along Harry's skin, trying to tempt him with magic laced through his words, but Harry shook it off.

"Sod off," Harry growled, slashing the air with his hand and grinning wildly when gashes formed through Grindelwald's scaly belly and blood began to seep from the wounds. The dragon reared up, crashing through the ceiling and opening Draco's chambers to the stars. A mighty roar escaped the beast, slowly disintegrating into a thready gasp as the dragon shifted to human form again. Harry stared down at the dying man, naked and vulnerable and he wished Draco could have been there to see that his Master wasn't so all-powerful after all. "You lost any chance of bargaining with me the moment you touched Draco. But no worries," Harry seethed as he glared down at the bleeding wizard. "You really had no chance of that from the start."

Grindelwald gurgled, his life fleeing right before Harry's eyes, but with his last spark of energy, the blond wizard lifted his wand and whispered 'Caeucus', and suddenly all Harry could see was darkness.

He stumbled, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to retrieve his vision. He'd never heard that spell, but could guess the effects. Still, no counter spell he uttered had any use. Blind and disoriented, Harry clambered around the tower, trying to find something that could help; the only relief was hearing the last breath of his attacker.

Harry waited beside the fallen wizard, listening for any sign of life, but Grindelwald was well and truly dead. Harry could feel the wizard's magic dissipating as he sat there, helpless and blind and alone.

He had no idea what he was going to do and wished he'd been more thorough with his explanations to Sirius. At least then he might be able to count on his Godfather finding him, but no. Harry had to warn the man that he wouldn't see him for days, if not weeks, and by then Harry would be starved to death. Although, maybe that was for the best if his Draco was gone.

Shaking his head, Harry stumbled in the direction of the cool wind. Draco wouldn't have wanted him to waste away like this. Harry had to get out of there somehow and at least try to find what Grindelwald had done with his lover's poor, broken body. Draco deserved to be remembered properly, and honored in death, as Harry had loved him in life.

Taking a deep breath, Harry eventually found the window and the braid and slowly, clumsily made his way to the ground. Only then, deprived of his richest sense, did Harry notice something he hadn't before. Draco's scent.

It was muddled with sweat and fear, but it was Draco for sure, Harry could never mistake the soft tones of spearmint and fresh linen. He had been here, in this very spot, and he'd been alive. Harry felt sure of it. Casting away everything else, Harry let his magic flow and it sought Draco's and locked onto it. The man was alive and he was close.

Harry stumbled through the forest all night, led only by the trail of Draco's magic. He cared very little where it took him so long as it eventually led him to his love. He would call out to the blond occasionally, hoping he was within earshot, but not until dawn did he get an answer.

His heart leapt when he heard the responding call, a questioning shout of his name in the air. "I'm here, Draco. I'm here!" he screamed back until he felt warm, insistent hands covering his face, pulling him into a delicious kiss. Harry was exhausted and sagged in Draco's arms, relishing in the feel of Draco's tongue and the taste of his lips.

"I never thought I'd see you again," Draco sobbed. "I've been lost out here all night, and just look at me!"

"I can't," Harry whispered, burying his face into the crook of Draco's neck.

"Am I so repulsive?" Draco asked, pulling sharply away and causing Harry to stumble.

"No!" Harry shouted, reaching his hand out and grasping only air. "I love you!"

"Oh, Merlin!" Draco whispered in horrified shock. "What's happened to you?"

"Grindelwald blinded me." He felt the warm embrace of his lover, trembling, naked and sobbing.

A rough laugh escaped Draco's lips as he pressed kisses against Harry's eyelids. "We're a perfect pair, aren't we? You're blind and I'm naked, lost and wandless."

"I can find our way home, Draco. I just need your help," Harry whispered. "I can lock onto Sirius' magic and lead us there, you just have to help me get through the forest."

"Of course," Draco sighed. "You're brilliant and I love you."

Harry chuckled and pulled his lover tighter, glad to be back in his arms despite the horrid circumstances.

"Grindelwald?" Draco rasped and Harry loosened his grip.

"Dead," Harry told him.

"At least there's that. Oh, Harry, the things he did, the things he could have done to me, it was horrible," he sobbed into Harry's throat, allowing himself to truly break down for the first time since leaving the tower. Harry just held him, stroking his short, soft hair as Draco sobbed into his shoulder. He wanted to kill Grindelwald all over again for what he'd done to Draco, but he supposed the once would have to suffice.

Besides, Draco was his now and forever and Harry would do everything he could to banish the older wizard's abuse from Draco's mind, and he knew he would have the rest of his life to try.

"Remus says this should work," Draco told him, holding the vial out to Harry and clasping the man's hands over it.

"He really likes you, you know," Harry replied softly. Draco's silence indicated a blush and even though Harry couldn't see it, the memory of those pinking cheeks still made him smile. Hopefully soon, it wouldn't just be a memory.

The potion in his hands was meant to cure him. Sirius, Remus and Draco worked on it tirelessly over the last few weeks, hoping to restore Harry's sight. In the end, it seemed it would be phoenix tears that would bring his sight back, and Harry felt immense gratitude toward the fiery bird he never even got to meet.

"I can't wait to see you again," Harry breathed.

"Well, I'm nothing without my looks," he teased. "So, drink up."

Harry swallowed the potion down and waited while Draco plied his eyelids, cheeks and jaw with tender, scruffy kisses. In some ways he'd miss the blindness. Making love to Draco without being able to see him had been hard at first, but once Harry got used to it, he found the rest of his senses heightened; the sex became even more amazing, something Harry hadn't thought possible before. Still, it was worth losing a little extra pleasure to be able to look upon his lover's beautiful face again. Besides, there were always blindfolds.

"Anything yet?" Draco asked, his voice caressing the shell of Harry's ear as his tongue followed the trail of his breath.

Harry shook his head, trying not to let worry set in. The blinding curse had been instantaneous, but that didn't mean the cure would be as well. He yelped as he felt Draco's nimble fingers removing his jumper and then raking back down. Harry was at the blond's mercy in his current state, forced to fumble around until he found what he wanted or wait for Draco to give it to him.

"Can I fuck you, Harry? I want you to feel me, all of me," Draco moaned into his ear, and even if the sound itself hadn't been completely erotic, the request would have done him in.

All he could do was make an incoherent approval noise as Draco unfastened Harry's trousers and his hot, wet mouth closed over his aching prick. Harry groaned as Draco swallowed him down, his spectacular tongue dancing along the throbbing, velvet flesh. "More," Harry breathed, and Draco eagerly obliged, taking him deeper and thrusting a slick finger into Harry's tight entrance at the same time.

Harry exploded into the blond's mouth without warning, the sensations too much to take. Screaming Draco's name, he only wished he could watch the blond milk him dry, it had always been such an intoxicating sight to see Draco lick his lips like a cat with too much cream.

A second finger breached him, and suddenly Harry felt dizzy with want as Draco replaced those fingers with something much thicker. Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist and pulled him in as deep as he could. He wanted him, all of him, and even though he couldn't see, Harry's eyes were forced shut from the bliss of being filled.

When Draco began to move, it still didn't feel like enough. "Harder," Harry gasped out. "Draco, yes!"

The blond's pace became frantic as their bodies slammed together over and over to a chorus of gasping moans. Harry's erection was completely renewed, as if he hadn't just come into his boyfriend's eager mouth only moments before. He arched into Draco's body, driving his delicious cock even deeper and screaming out as the head caressed that bundle of nerves deep within him. He came again without even being touched and he felt Draco follow rather promptly, emptying himself inside his lover's tight channel as it clenched around him, sucking out every last drop.

Glittering spots filled Harry's vision, and he opened his eyes in surprise. The room was glaringly bright, but he could make out his lover's slackened face and sweat soaked hair. He could clearly see the narrow expanse of pale flesh as Draco's chest heaved for breath.

"Just as beautiful as I remembered," Harry murmured, causing Draco's eyes to snap open, their mercurial magnificence boring straight into his heart.

"You can see?" he asked hesitantly.

"Every wondrous bit of you," Harry replied breathily, cut short by Draco's mouth closing over his own in a devouring kiss.

"Now you can take me flying!" Draco exclaimed when they pulled apart, and Harry chuckled at the boyish gleam in Draco's eyes.

"Right now?" Harry asked, one dark eyebrow quirked in question. Harry had been promising Draco that he'd take the blond out flying the moment he got his vision back, but the request still caught him off guard.

"Yes! Right now!" Draco answered, slipping out of him with a wet plop and flushing at the sound. "Well, I suppose we should clean up and get dressed first."

"What's the fun in that?" Harry asked, toppling his lover back to the bed. "I'll just have to undress you and dirty you up again."

"Mmmmm," Draco moaned as Harry assaulted his mouth, jaw and nipples. "Flying can wait."

"So, where is it we're going?" Draco asked impatiently for the seventh time. He was clinging to Harry waist, not because he was afraid of the dizzying heights or the zippy speed, but because he liked the feel of being pressed against Harry's back, his groin rutting into Harry's rear end with every dip and turn of the broom.

Flying seemed to come naturally to Draco, and often they rode on separate brooms so they could race to their destined spot, but Harry had been rather insistent that morning that Draco ride with him.

Again, Harry answered with the same 'You'll see' he'd answered the past seven times Draco had asked, and again the blond huffed in mild annoyance.

Harry had searched high and low for the perfect gift to celebrate his one-year anniversary with Draco. He was saving the engagement ring for later, knowing that Draco would think of it as a cop out to propose on their anniversary, simply for the fact that it would mean fewer occasions for presents. Draco was as high maintenance as Harry had expected of a boy who had been waited on hand and foot for his entire life, but he wouldn't have it any other way. He loved catering to Draco's every whim.

So, in trying to please his greedy lover, Harry went back to the tower where he'd first met the blond to look for some ideas. Draco had refused to set foot in his old chambers, requesting Harry bring him what belongings were still there and disposing of Grindelwald properly. Luckily, he'd searched the older wizard's robes before throwing them in the pyre. In the man's pockets he'd found several bits of parchment, none of them making sense until just a few months before.

As they neared a large, white manor, Harry slowed the broom and began his descent into the lush grounds surrounding the home.

What had always struck Harry as odd was why Grindelwald left for two long weeks, when according to Draco, the man had never missed a daily visit that he could recall. One night, in the dead of sleep, Harry woke up with a start and the puzzle pieces began shifting together right before his very eyes.

In Grindelwald's belongings was a note. It read simply 'I've found you and I want him back' and was signed 'L. Malfoy'.

After some digging, Harry found a Ludwig Malfoy, a Laura Malfoy and a Lucius Malfoy. He suspected that one of these people were Draco's true parents, but didn't want to get his lover's hopes up. In secret, Harry visited each one of the matching names and finally found whom he'd sought.

There, standing in the doorway, an expectant gleam in his eyes, was the man Harry had met just a few days before. Lucius Malfoy looked older than Harry knew his age to be, but he was clearly very happy to see them. At his side was his estranged wife, Narcissa, who bit into her bottom lip to hold back a sob the moment their feet touched the ground.

Harry learned that the couple had separated after Draco's kidnapping, but never divorced because Lucius refused to sign the papers. He promised his wife that he would rescue their son one day and hoped that Narcissa could finally forgive him once he did. Looking at them now, Harry hoped Lucius was right, for Draco's sake if nothing else.

"We're here," he whispered back to his boyfriend and he could feel Draco's confusion tensing and flexing around his waist.

"I don't understand. Where are we?" Draco asked, but Harry could tell by the quiver in his voice that some part of the blond already knew. Perhaps it was old, buried memories of his early childhood, or perhaps it was because even with age and the strain of searching for their son for nearly two decades that the Malfoys looked uncannily similar to his platinum blond love.

"Home," Harry said. "Or, one of them at least."

"Harry," Draco rasped, his grip on Harry tightening even though they were safely on the ground. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Draco," Harry turned to face his anxious lover, pressing a tender kiss into the corner of his mouth. "These are your parents. Your real parents. Their names are Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, and they've been looking for you for a very long time."

"But they're dead," Draco whispered, "Grindelwald told me so himself."

"He lied," Harry replied, smoothing Draco's hair away from his forehead. "He did so much to keep you all to himself. When he left for those two weeks, it was to silence Lucius once and for all, but your father was clever and hid from him, following Grindelwald back to the tower instead, only to find you gone."

A choked sob escaped Draco's throat as he looked from Harry to the proud blond wizard and the beautiful witch at his side. He swallowed thickly and Harry nodded, knowing what his lover wanted and needed. "Go to them."

Draco wasted no time asking twice and broke into a run, falling into his mother's open arms. Harry suppressed tears of his own as he watched the family reunite, turning away as he tried not to intrude on their intimate moment. Harry heard the entire story from Lucius himself, about how Draco came to be in Grindelwald's care. Harry hadn't told him of the abuse Draco was forced into at the end, but rather related some of the nicer stories Draco had told him of his time with the dark wizard.

If Draco wanted Lucius to know the full story, Harry would leave it for him to tell.

In truth, Draco had been mostly well cared for and well loved as Grindelwald's ward, only that love became a twisted, evil thing toward the end. None of that mattered now, however, because Draco was now free of his captor and reunited with his true family. Harry felt a pang of regret, knowing that Draco might prefer to stay with Lucius and Narcissa now that he'd found them. He could hardly blame his lover if that were the case. They had a lot of lost time to make up for, after all.

His thoughts flittering over potential futures for he and his Draco, he hadn't noticed the blond in question beckoning him over until those gray eyes were only inches away from his own. "Are you coming in, Harry?"

"Oh," Harry yelped, startled by the man's seemingly sudden proximity. "I thought you might want to be alone with them. I could come back and pick you up later, if you like…or if you'd rather stay here, I completely understand," he blurted in a rush.

"Stay here? You mean, without you?" Draco asked, his nose scrunched up like an adorable bunny that thought Harry was utterly preposterous.

"Well, yeah," Harry muttered lamely, rubbing the back of his neck with his open palm.

"You were the one who set all this up, who gave me a gift so precious I could never begin to repay you," Draco breathed, grabbing Harry's hand and lacing their fingers together as one. "I want you by my side."

A slow smile crept across Harry's face as he placed a tender kiss on his lover's perfect mouth. "Draco, my Draco," Harry murmured against Draco's lips before they turned to follow the Malfoys inside.

"Yours," Draco sighed in return. "Always yours."

FIN

Author's Note: Well, that's the end and I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did. Coming next will be Princess and the Pea, Frog Prince, Beauty and the Beast and The Boy Who Cried Wolf.