Epilogue

Harry opened the door into his rooms, dragging a finger against the rough oak, consciously letting himself feel his door, who knew, it might be the last time he opened it. He closed it behind him and wondered suddenly why the lights where alit, he had not been in here since last evening.

Spinning abruptly around from the door his eyes took in the entire room in an instant, the stone walls, the sparse furniture, the mess and Draco, beautiful Draco smiling at him, filling the room with his presence.

"Your room is small" he said, and dragging a finger along a bookshelf added "and a total mess." Harry felt his lips drag up in a smile that he could not have stopped had his life depended on it. It felt like if he up until now had been carrying a mountain on his shoulders that had been dragging him down and now he felt light and filled with a bubbling feeling that had to come out in a smile. Draco was here, he had come. The wheels of the world had turned and Harry sent a short thank you that it had turned this way to whoever might be listening.

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Harry rested his head on Draco's chest feeling and hearing his heart beat steadily against his ear; it felt good to hear that, it stopped himself from feeling empty. Their arms wrapped around each other none of them said anything. They were both content in savouring the moment; tomorrow so many things would have to be dealt with. But not right now. Now it was only the two of them and this bed that existed.

This was no end but rather a beginning; or perhaps you could call it the beginning of the end of Lord Voldemort. The war had a long way to go still and things were hardly going to be easy, the battle might be won, but the end of the war was still resting on a knife's edge.

After a while the moon rose above the tree tops and flooded the room with silver light; it coated everything in a glittering light. Draco ran a hand through Harry's dark hair, feeling the silken strands against his fingers. He turned his head away from the window and placed a kiss on Harry's head, feeling relaxed for the first time in a long, long while.

It had not been an easy decision to make, but right here, right now it seemed worth it. He cupped a hand under Harry's chin and turned his head up so he could kiss him gently on the lips, Harry kissed him back eagerly. The kiss was full of mutual hope and there was no trace of that lingering feeling of dread and uncertainness that Draco had always felt before; what's done is done he thought ruefully.

The kiss ended and Draco's eyes feel down to Harry's chest, the disfiguring scar seemed less obtrusive against the white skin in the moonlight. He carefully caressed the edges with his finger, following it all the way round; Harry shivered at his touch

Draco said without thinking: "You are not perfect anymore." He stopped, suddenly afraid that Harry would take it the wrong way.

Harry just looked up at him and smiled: "If I have learnt anything then it's that there is no such thing as perfect Draco. No perfect men, no perfect women and no perfect love. It is all just what we make of it."

The end –

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