Chapter Eighteen:

The Noble House of Black

A/N: Please read, Review, and enjoy! This is a holiday chapter, and it is quite disorganized! ^_^ Lol, I hope you enjoy this FINAL chapter. Yes, this is the END of the FanFiction. I shall leave whatever happens with the two of them up to your imagination. I am so thankful for all my readers and reviewers, I am very glad you have all liked the story and stayed with me till the end of it!

Please, check out my new story which will be posted immediately upon the completion of 'By Your Side'. It is a thoroughly thought out, well written (in my opinion), morbid FanFiction of gaining what one truly desires no matter who else it hurts.

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Dedicated to Kyte Pheonix.

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"Ronald Weasley, you get back here this instance and put Kreacher down!" Mrs. Weasley squeaked.

"INGRATEFUL HALF-BREEDS!" came loudly from the doorway.

Draco had remembered Number Twelve Grimmauld Place from when he was younger, but he had never recalled it ever being so disorganized and hectic. "Look at that Fred, its a snake!"

"I've never been too fond of snakes,"

"Well there was that one we found potting gnomes in the garden...Brussel was his name wasn't it?"

"How am I supposed to know, Harry's the one that was speaking to it-"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Merry Christmas to you too Fred and George,"

"Don't get ahead of the game Harry, it's not Christmas yet," George winked.

"My Mistress would never approve of such dirty, foul blood in her home. Oh, if she were alive today she-"

"We bleeding well wouldn't have to hear you go off every two minutes! Mom! Kreacher's doing it again!" Ron whined loudly from the drawing room where he and Hermione had been given the duty of cleaning up the books in there.

"C'mon then, lets get out of here," Harry muttered to Draco who hadn't said a word from appearing through the Floo Network with Harry in the living room only moments before. It was interesting to Draco that this is where the Headquarters for the Order of The Pheonix were, but he decided not to have much thought on it.

Grabbing onto Harry's hand, Draco allowed himself to be led away from the twins through semi-familiar territory. They came first upon the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was bustling around the kitchen, her wand flicking each and every way. "Oh! Harry dear, Draco, you made it! Was the trip alright?" she momentarily stopped her work to give Harry, and surprisingly Draco a hug as well.

"The trip from one fireplace to another?" Draco drawled sarcastically, but upon Harry's glare he softened up the sweetest smile he could muster, "It was just fine Mrs. Weasley, thank you for inquiring. May I help with dinner? I always used to love tutting around the kitchen with the House Elves," he grinned.

Mrs. Weasley was blushing pink, "Oh dear, you just concentrate on settling in. I bet it's been a rough few months for you,"

"With Harry at my side, nothing ever seems too difficult," Draco restrained his chuckle as Mrs Weasley seemed to swoon at his words.

"Harry dear, I have no idea what the others are on about but I find Draco smashing. Now go on you two, it sounds like Ronald needs some help shushing Kreacher," she turned back to the multiple tasks of the kitchen at hand.

Still with Draco's hand clasped tightly between his own fingers, Harry brought him into the foyer. "You said you had been here before as a kid, right?"

"The Noble House of Black," Draco nodded slowly in memory, "Must say that is has changed quite a bit,"

"And for the better if you ask me," Sirius added in from the top of the narrow staircase. Harry let go of Draco's hand to run up and throw his arms around his Godfather, always happy to see him.

"Nobody particularly asked you Black, and I do believe Aunt Black would be rather dismayed by what has become of the place. Perhaps with my fashion sense and Father's money we can restore it to the jewel it was," Draco drawled, taking a quick look around.

"A-A Malfoy? In my home? A Malfoy has graced his presence amongst these filthy half-breeds?" Mrs. Black's portrait had quieted herself and she was now whimpering with anxiety.

Sirius rolled his eyes, "At least your gracious presence shut the coot up," he grumbled, "Moony's out back practicing with Ginny if you'd like to say hello," he said, heading his way out there now for the backyard seemed to be the only amount of fresh air he got those days.

"Why is Mrs Black covered by a tapestry?" Draco inquired, staring at the covered portrait, silenced for once due to his presence.

"Shut her the hell up, that's why," Harry mumbled, "Now c'mon, we gotta get Ron away from Kreacher before he throttles the daylights out of him," he said, yanking Draco in the direction of the drawing room.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed upon their arrival, jumping up from her knees where she had been searching through the bottom shelf of books and running over to hug him. "Happy Holidays! You too, Malfoy," she smiled sweetly at the blonde who attempted one in return.

"Hey mate...Malfoy," Ron ventured a look over at the reinstated Slytherin, still rather weary of him despite his brave testimony on Harry's behalf.

"Now, now. Do not be getting too excited to see me Gryffindorks," Draco sneered, slinking his arm around Harry's waist making the brunette blush and flutter his eyelashes up at him.

In those quick glances they shared with one another, it scared Draco because it revealed just how much he felt for The-Boy-Who-Lived, and just how far he would go for him. Being a residance in the Noble House of Black over the holidays was only one of the many things Draco was willing to do for him.

"It's great to see you all, but Draco and I have got to settle in...see you at dinner?" Harry said before taking his boyfriend to retrieve their forgotten bags from the living room and they dragged them up the narrow staircase.

"This place has a very unnerving feeling about it...I like it," Draco pondered aloud, following Harry to the second last door on the right hand side of the hallway. It was his usual room with Ron but it didn't surprise him that there was only one bed in there.

"I guess we'll stay here," Harry said as he threw his trunk in the corner of the room and Draco followed suit.

"Alone at last," Draco smirked as he closed the distance between him and Harry. Heat rose between their yearning bodies as their lips crashed together passionately, their tongues battling for dominance but Draco won as always. Harry moaned and grasped the back of Draco's shirt, willing it to come off as he let his kisses trail from the blondes mouth and over his landscape of soft, alabaster skin. He was like a living porcelin doll, born into perfection. Harry adored every part of Draco; every curve, bump, blemish (if he could ever find any), platinum hairs, and even the way his pointed joints look. He relished the beauty in the boy before him, still ravishing him with seductive kisses as Draco relaxed.

"Now that we are alone...what ever will you do with me?" Harry breathed into his ear, ghosting his hot uneven breath across his skin causing goosebumps to arise. He was working his hands forward to Draco's torso now, unbuttoning his cloak and then his shirt. He stepped back as Draco himself removed all of his clothing down to his silk boxers and Harry followed suit, they stared hungrily at one another as they did so, their eyes never breaking contact.

"Do with you, or do to you?" Draco hissed and then in a quick motion was pushing Harry back onto the made bed and climbing ontop of him with such haste as his mouth covered distances in a short amount of time. By the time Harry gathered the change in position, he was in heaven as his senses soared erotically.

Draco ground into Harry, their members pushing hard against one another with not much fabric to separate them. Harry was running his hands through Draco's soft hair and down his sides, grasping his buttocks once he got there. Draco gasped and was only urged to grind harder into the boy beneath him.

"I love you Draco," Harry whispered, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he allowed himself to fall feelings first.

Draco paused to bring himself onto his elbows and get a proper look at Harry's serene features. He sighed contentedly. "I love you too, Harry, more than I ever knew I could. And you must never forget that I will always be right here...by your side," he promised huskily before pressing their bodies back together, this time with more passion than before.

They were too wrapped in one another to hear the door creak slowly open, but they weren't deaf as they heard somebody swearing in the doorway.

Harry shot hastily apart from Draco, grabbing as much of the beds blankets as he could to cover himself up from whoever enetered. His glasses were fogged but it was easy to see Ron's pink cheeks as he was covering his eyes with his sleeve. "Bloody hell, you two! I accept that you're dating but for Merlin's sake am I going to have to see this all the time?" he yelped.

"You don't have to watch us, but the door is always open if you so wish Weasel," Draco teased, barely daunted by the fact he was aroused and near nude in front of the redhead.

"Urgh," Ron shivered, "Dinner's ready. Bleeding poofs, think they can just...urgh," Ron mumbled to himself, shaking his head and walking out the door, not chancing a second look back - afraid of what he would see.

When they were alone again, Draco burst into a small fit of laughter. "Oh, the look on his face was just bloody priceless! What a prude!" he giggled.

Harry, still blushing heavily, retrieved his clothing from the floor and slowly got dressed and then fixed his hair. "Well, I can definitely say this is going to be one of the most interesting Christmas' I've ever had," he muttered.

"Of course it is, you are spending it with me Potter, and have you failed to notice yet that I'm the most interesting person that there is?" Draco teased, putting his own clothes back on but in no hurry.

Harry rolled his eyes and didn't bother waiting for Draco as he started towards the door, "Poof," he said.

"Wanker,"

"Tosser,"

"You love me," Harry turned his head to stuck out his tongue and then slipped out of the doorway and into the hall down towards the kitchen.

"Yeah, and you are lucky I do, Harry," Draco whispered to himself, righted his hair and then followed his boyfriend downstairs to join him at the dinner table.

They ignored the questioning and curious looks they recieved the entire hectic meal, because all that mattered to the two of them was that beneath the table their hands were in one anothers, their fingers entwined tightly as they would be forever.