Title: Rumours Part 14

Author: Bell Pie <toggledog@yahoo.com>

Rating: NC17

Pairings: Harry/Draco etc

Author's Notes: Sorry for the delay! Oh and this might seem a little too fluffy but I don't care- I wanted to give lots of happy endings. They all deserve it! (But for evil Marcus. :( )

Dumbledore was rather appeased with his socks. Whereas Sirius and Remus had gone all out for a multicoloured, frilled spotted pair, Draco, Percy and Snape, by contrast, had opted for plain black. Harry, ever the neutralist, went for blue with a star design. The group sat before him, Snape snatching glances at Remus in his usual fashion, Harry and Draco looking solemnly forward, Draco's arm wrapped around his lover's waist.

The old wizard smiled to himself. He was content. He didn't need true love, like Harry and Draco, or Remus and Sirius. Nor vast intelligence like Percy, who was trying for office to be the next Wizard Prime Minister, to act as parallel to the muggle one, now that muggle and wizard relations were better past the death of Voldemort. Dumbledore felt that as long as his feet were warm, he was content.

"I feel there will be rather boring days ahead. Now that the Dark Lord has been defeated, whatever will we do?"

There was a glint of michief in his eyes. Sirius and Remus smiled a little. Draco and Snape did not look amused. Harry and Percy appeared unsure how to react.

"I want to thank you all for your vigilance and diligence. We have all suffered at the hands of such and odious man. Some more than others."

He looked to Harry. Heir of Gryffindor. Predicted to be the cause of Voldermort's downfall. It had been predestined. This was the information that Wormtail betrayed to his master. Alas, Voldemort did not believe in fate. He created his own. Thus he endeavered to kill his arch nemesis while still a baby.

But he failed.

Dumbledore moved his eyes to Draco. The mystics had been only partially right. They had not foreseen Draco or Lucius' part of the plan.

But the boy had suffered greatly. The old wizard would have allowed Voldemort to live, if it meant that Draco had not been attacked. No one should have been anguished the way Draco had, in Dumbledore's eyes. Not even Voldemort himself, at the height of his powers, had concocted such evils. Alas, Harry had informed him of the Death Eater's plans for them. Dumbledore realised that they had been influenced by Marcus and his father's sickness.

"While the darkness has passed, if I could, I would reverse the anguish Marcus and Crispen have forced onto us, even if it meant bringing Voldemort back."

"If I may speak, sir." Percy began. "But I would suffer a thousand times to rid ourselves of our Dark Lord."

"That would never be an option." Dumbledore replied genially.

Sirius placed an around around Remus' shoulder.

"I must again commend you all for your bravery and strength." He looked directly to Draco as he spoke.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. He smiled. Total opposites. And yet they fit. So well.

Yes, Dumbledore had his share of love, fame and fortune in his long life. He would let Harry and Draco take over, from now on.

He felt they deserved it.

She woke to check on her son, as she had countless times the night before, in a parallel to when he was a baby. Constant checking. He's alive. He's alive. He's alive. Third bed from the right. The sole occupant of the room.

Only he wasn't.

She stopped short, a foot from the white linen covers. The blanket trailed barely covered their naked waists, a hip bone jutting out of the sterile sheets. Harry Potter snuggled up to Draco's back, one arm around his waist, the other clamped to his chest. As she watched, the apparently sleeping boy turned his head to kiss Draco on the neck. Her son murmurred indistinguishably.

She smiled, backed away to her own cot, wishing to leave them in peace. To lose her husband had opened a wound that would never fully heal. She had hated him at times, had even once picked up her and Draco's bags, determined to leave family, money and stature. They no longer mattered.

He had practically gone down on his knees, begging her to stay.

But to lose Draco...

That would do more than fracture her. It would wilt her soul, destroy her completely.

She recognised the soft pad of feet and silently tucked herelf into her covers. A moment later the figure reached her bed. The soft touch of lips to her cheek followed. Names flashed through her head, creating pressure on her brain, pain lacing across her temples.

Marcus Flint.

Narcissa had wanted death. She had wanted that bastard to suffer for what he had done.

Her baby boy. Who had cried himself to sleep every night for a month after the attack.

Her loathing, her absolute hatred was too overwhelming. Narcissa was aware that if she had gone to every day of the trial, she would have killed Marcus. It did not matter what protection spell Dumbledore had placed over him.

The tenth generation Slytherin would kill him or die trying.

Harry Potter.

The name that was once an object of scorn was now a relief. She recognised it before Lucius, or even Draco himself knew.

Draoc was in love with the green eyed beauty.

Beneath his continual put downs was a hint of something more. Something she suspected not even Draco himself knew.

And now...

Narcissa recognised love when she saw it. They looked at each other the way her parents used to gaze at each other- pure love and adoration.

Lucius would never agree with her. Even to his death, he was untrustful of the boy. Before Draco's attack, Narcissa would have felt the same.. He was, after all, a Gryffindor. But, when they were together, she saw the spark of the Draco of before. And, truth be told, Potter was not too unpleasant.

Percy, likewise. Lovely boy. Very intelligable. Remus Lupin... a little harder to like. After all, Lucius had hated him in high school.

Her thoughts dissolved as she fell into a deep sleep.

"I have no doubt that you will go far." Bagman fiddled nervously with his bright red tie. "Yes, I can only say that it has been an unfortunate mistake."

The man looked to Sirius and smiled. Percy caught Remus' eye, both sharing their collective exasperation. The redhead had always thought Bagman to be, in his own mind, a total prat. This only exemplified the notion.

Ironic that Sirius should disarm and bring to justice the very man that had caused his incarcaration. Percy had heard all the lies and wimpering of the man and had had enough. The truth was, he had come to Harry's bed, as Dumbledore, to kill him. And had been stopped by Sirius.

Just in time.

Sirius, for his part, simply stared at Wormtail, dark eyes regarding him as lower than the rat he was.

"Percy. You are excused."

The redhead nodded curtly at the remaining members of the room and strolled back the way Harry and Draco had departed a few minutes earlier. His legs were made of lead. It had been simply too tiring a day. Finding Wormtail, Draco and Janus...

That had been interesting. The boy had come after Draco, only to have the blonde beat him. What they found in the bathroom would need two days infirmary stay, mainly to rid him of the various hexes Draco had placed on him. Percy did not condone violence.

Not usually. but in that case, he would make an allowance.

"Hey, Perc."

Five years later, closer to six. Six years and he still tensed whenever he was touched inauspiciously from behind. It was only the twins. Fred and George thought nothing of sticking their arms around friends' shoulders, or poking them to get their attention. He couldn't be angry at them. They simply didn't know.

"We heard the news, bro." George gave his brother's shoulder a squeeze.

"Good luck." Fred whacked him on the back, hard enough to nearly send him sprawling.

"Not exactly our kind of deal-"

"But it would be fun to have a politician in the family."

"As well as a lawyer."

Percy gently shook them off him. "Thank you."

"Just thanks for not giving up on your degree."

"Well definetely need to call on you, sometime in the future."

Percy nodded once more.

"Oh and you're coming tonight, aren't you?"

It took a moment for the boy to remember. Oh yes, Harry's little souree.

"Of course."

"Well, we'll see you there, then."

"Ciao, bro."

Percy sighed. The twins would never change. Even the despair of the past few days hadn't wiped the smiles off their faces. But then, most people were smiling more. Happy fever had invaded the school, had invaded his parents, who had finally decided they would deal with what happened and stay together. He simply could not understand that. He was raped and could understand his parents obviously being affected. But to that extent?

It was the same with Ron, who had smiled more in the past few days than he had in six months. He knew the boy was awkward around him after the truth was revealled. This had made Percy, in turn, uncomfortable. But Ron had been doing well and was making even more of an effort to speak to him.

And then there was Penelope. He smiled and raced a little faster as he saw her ahead, to accompany his absolutely sprinting heart. The curley haired beauty. He ached whenever he saw her. With new found passion since the night before, when he had finally felt ready to take their relationship to the next level. It had been as beautiful as he had anticipated.

"Hello, spunky." She smiled, kissing him on the lips, reaching a hand up to trail through his hair.

"Hello, gorgeous."

It had been so incredible that he had proposed to her. No, not exactly true, he had planned it for a month.

Now they had something else to tell everyone.

No more hiding. As with Remus, who Percy knew would never be the boy he once was, Percy knew he would learn to love and live with as much, or even more relish than he had previously. He wouldn't let what happened control his life anymore.

And with Penelope and his family and friends beside him, he would no longer be alone in his dealing with the effects, either.

Barry and Karen Fletch stood before the familiar shiny headstone. The copper was freshly buffed, the air replent with honeysuckle and roses. The sun's firey ball peeked out behind the cotton ball clouds, illuminating the scene with brilliant light.

"Hey, baby. We're here."

The anniversary of his death was always a time of distinct quiet punctuated with mournful sobs within the draughty house. But this time was different. This time they had a reason to be happy.

"We just wanted to tell you that they got him. He's in Azkaban. And the father is dead."

Crispen wouldn't be where their son was. They both were certain of that. Wherever such a man went after death, it would be a lot colder, a lot lonelier. No, their son was being looked after by both their parents; was playing with his favourite cousin, Vinny, who died when both were fourteen, and was throwing ball to his dog, Gruff, who died the year before he did.

Karen knelt down and kissed her son's grave. She had gone every day to tell him news of the case. Now it was over. And she had never felt more elated. Or more drained.

"We love you, son. We always will." Barry added. "You say hello to Vinny, for us."

As both were enveloped by a calm sense of love and peace, in the far distance, a flock of birds took flight.

Cazero Rumpnick was in too much shock to properly enjoy the festivities. Whereas the rest of Durmstrang was busy celebrating in the hastily erected party hall the demise of the Dark Lord, he sat by himself in his common room, eyes staring blankly at the newspaper before him.

Voldemort. Dead. Marcus. Azkaban.

Marcus. Azkaban.

They had done it. They had succeeded.

"Wow." Liking how it sounded on his tongue, he tried again. "Wow."

His eyes tilted up to the front as the portal opened, a familiar dark haired figure stepping in.

"Thought I'd catch you in here." She smiled.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be. Don't be." She stepped over to him, turned and sat as his feet, nestling the back of her head against his lap. He tenderly strummed his fingers through her long locks.

"How are you?"

He thought about it. "In shock, I guess. I didn't think this would all happen."

She giggled a little. "I guess it is a little too much."

They were silent a while, content in each other's company.

"It's over, baby." She said, finally. "Marcus can never hurt you or anyone else again."

Cazero smiled to himself and leant forward to kiss the top of Jasmine's head.

"Honestly, Goyle. It's like this."

Vincent Goyle caught the look that passed between Hermione and Harry. Crabbe, as usual, was totally blind to the reactions. He handed the wand over to Draco, who pointed it at the broom in the corner. Goyle didn't see the item turn from azure to navy blue, nor did he hear his friend's command. He was too busy looking at HIM.

Everyone thought they knew him. He was Draco's grunt man. Him and Crabbe both. He knew this. Crabbe knew this. Even Draco was aware of it. Played up to it for his own amusement.

But the other students didn't see beyond what their feeble eyes told them. They didn't see Crabbe's magnificent chess playing abilities, or Goyle's own poetry.

And they couldn't see into him. Into his very soul. Crabbe knew. He was the only one.

Draco didn't. He couldn't. He must never know. He trusted Crabbe to keep the secret. And, to the large boy's credit, he had, for three years.

It was silly, stupid. It frustrated him to the core. And it was ultimately pointless. But he could not help himself. Couldn't help the buzzing feeling that overcame him every time Draco stepped into the room, or the goosebumps the cultured voice raised on his arms.

He was in love with his best friend.

No. Draco must never know.

But he had betrayed him, far greater than he ever could. He had left him to be hurt, to be scarred. He and Crabbe were the ones that ultimately caused his suffering.

Both would never forgive themselves.

"You alright, Goyle?" Hermione smiled. He liked her. It took a while for her to convince him she was more than a mudblood Gryffindor. Now he considered her a friend. Even Goyle could appreciate the oddness of how things turned out, at times.

He smiled. "Sure."

She returned the smile. A slight chill overtook him. The thought that perhaps she knew.

He looked to Harry Potter, beside them, looking to Draco with such love in his eyes. Goyle felt no jealousy. Harry was good for Draco. No. Harry was the best for Draco. That was why Draco would never know. He would not break up the golden couple. Never.

To love HIM from afar. That would content him forever, if need be.

"Look at this." Remus looked down distastefully at the broken tea cup and spilt tea. Sirius shrugged and started to pile his clothes on once more. He gave his lover a pat on his bare butt as he bent down to pick up the broken glass, courtesy of Sirius' overenthusiastic attempt to ravish his partner as quickly as possible, now that he learnt that Severus Snape would be over within minutes.

"I'll clean that up, hon." Sirius pushed a lock of tawny hair from his neck to feast on the bulging spine bone. "You get ready for our guest."

As much as Sirius loved to see Remus naked, he did not want to risk Severus Snape getting a look at the magnificent view. The way the man looked at Remus disturbed Sirius enough as it was. He trusted Remus beyond doubt. It was Snape he was a little wary of.

He could not help but watch the ass move out of the room.

Mr Moonie could be rather naughty when he wanted to be. Very very naughty. And Sirius loved it. But then, so could Mr Black. And Remus loved that.

Sirius flopped down onto the chair, smiling at the table he had bent his lover over, the wood still wet with his sweat. He had disturbed Remus while drinking his tea. That would mean a little role reversal later in the night. Sirius was already anticipating it.

He trailed his hand down the rough oak, feeling through the wet patches of Remus' sweat.

Sirius felt happy. No, not happy. Excstatic. He was finally a free man. He could finally be with Remus for the rest of his life. Forever, he planned to make it. The morning they picked up the newspaper containing the news of his wrongful imprisonment, they had christened every room in the house, discovering interesting new positions in their haste. New love making for a new life.

The surprize he had waiting for his beloved godson was that he was applying for custody of him. With the way the muggles he lived with treated him, he knew there would be no problem. Harry would no longer live in a cupboard. He would sleep on a proper bed. Surrounded by proper care and attention.

Remus stepped back into the room, carrying a rag and dressed in maroon robes that suited him well.

"Dressing up for Snape, Remmie?" Sirius teased.

The other man raised a brow and stepped across Sirius to wipe under the table. "I knew you'd forget to wipe the 'evidence' of our passions."

Sirius caught him in his embrace on the way back to the kitchen sink. He breathed in the familiar scent of Moonie. Forever entwined. Soul partners. He placed his head against the other's chest. Long fingers gripped his hair, slowly unfurling his tangled ebony locks.

"Love you, Paddy." Remus whispered.

"Love you, Remmie. More than life itself."

The cleared throat behind them startled them out of the embrace.

"Really, Remus. You don't even have an argument!" Snape flew up his hands in exasperation, nearly throwing gillywater all over the floor, the chair and himself. The werewolf knitted his brows together but did not speak. "It is quite obvious that we can survive quite perfectly well without muggles. That is proof that wizards were the first born."

Remus sighed, stood up. "More gillywater, Severus?"

"Please."

Snape could not help but look at his ass as he walked out of the room. They had been talking for about two hours, at that point. Sirius had disappeared into the bedroom to read, for which Snape was grateful. He didn't want the God interfering with his precious time with Remus. After all, he could have him whenever (Including as soon as I enter the house! Snape silently fumed, remembering that he had walked in on them in a clinch, declaring their love. How very sickening. He shuddered.) but Severus only had this once a week chat. He planned to make the most of it.

Remus returned with two filled glasses. Snape deliberately brushed his hand as he took it off him.

"You know, Severus." Remus settled himself back into the chair opposite. "If things had turned out different, maybe you'd be the one in the bedroom right now."

Snape snorted. He could appreciate what Remus was trying to do but it was rather idiotic.

"That's like saying if I didn't teach at Hogwarts, I'd be dead right now. How can you predict something like that?"

"I'm sorry, Severus. I truly am."

Snape sighed, suddenly feeling very old. "There is no need. You cannot control my feelings. It has been over twenty years, Remus. And I cannot rid myself of this plague. I love you with just as much veracity as him."

There. Said it.

He snarled, kicked at a mishapen chair beside himself in frustration.

"I know."

Remus looked so saddened that it prompted Severus to walk over and take his hand. "I am sorry, Remus. I have no intention of hurting you." He let go of his hand.

"What do you want to talk about?" Remus' friendly pat to his knee sent a grateful zing up his spine.

As the night wore on, the alcohol loosened both their demeneurs. Severus found himself relating more and more personal things to the werewolf.

When they got onto childhood, Remus talked of his hurt and pain in a family that tried but could not understand living with a werewolf. This worsened after the rape, of which Remus couldn't tell his family of.

Severus told him of his father. And for the first time in twenty years, broke down. Remus hugged him. It wasn't the lover's hug that Severus had always envisioned. At the end, he would return to his house and Remus would return to Sirius. But it was what he needed, the very oxygen he breathed.

When Severus left, Remus went into the bedroom and made love to Sirius, slowly, savouring every moan and shudder from the one beneath him. And as his mind melted away to reach the heavens of extreme bliss of just him and Sirius, he whispered in his lover's ear all of his heart's love. Both slept soundly, without the pained nightmares that had a long time before haunted their rest.

Severus was surprized to find himself actually whistling when he apported back to his house. Even the fact that it was his birthday did not matter. As usual, he had only received those darn socks from D-

Three presents sat on the table, delivered express post. Snape gingerly stepped over, picking up the first.

Instead of opening the package, he turned the next card.

Snape was completely baffled. What is this, hug a Snape week?

The third card almost made him bang his head on the cupboard opposite, such was his double take.

Still totally confused, Snape ripped open the three presents. Remus' gift was the finest- a finely tailered black robe with red snake insignia at the back, embroidered gold snaking around the high collar and sleeves. Snape pictured the werewolf picking it out, taking his time. The cloak wasn't exactly him. He prefered all black. But it was beautiful, non the less. It would look beautiful on Remus, he mused, picturing himself loosely undoing the folds, kneeling in gratitude before-

Draco's present. Again finely wrought cufflinks, glittering of ruby and diamonds. Worth a fortune of which only a Malfoy could afford. To Snape, this was the type of thing one wore to establish that they were filthy rich. Snape had no care for money. It was a beautiful gift, however.

And, finally, Harry's. A set of crystal gilly water tumblers with gold plating. Odd that Harry would be the one to give him the gift he appreciated the most. Lo and behold, he had also sent him a bottle of the finest gillywater.

He placed the goblets into the cupboard then slipped on the robes and cufflinks. Best to try them on once,even if he would never wear them again.

Snape laughed in pure joy. For the first time in fifteen years.

Hagrid cried. He could not help it. It was a time for many tears. Of joy. He picked up Harry, Ron and Hermione easily in his arms and squeezed them until all complained about lack of breath. Draco stood uneasily in the corner, snatching glances around the cottagr. The last time he had seen it was barely minutes after his horrendous attack. When he released Hermione, she walked up to the boy. "Are you ok, Draco?"

He nodded, lifted his head in his usual superior expression.

"Tea?"

Harry settled himself into an overly large chair as all politely refused. Hagrid noted Hermione and Ron still standing by the door. Draco snuggled next to Harry, wrapping his arms around his lover as though afraid he would disappear. The half giant stroked his beard, unsure of how to proceed.

"Well, we just came to say hello, Hagrid." Hermione smiled. "We have to get back to class."

"She wants to get back to her study." Ron rolled his eyes.

"He wants to get back to sneaking out to see his new girlfriend." Harry shot back. Ron blushed bright red.

"Girlfriend? Oh, Ron! I'm so 'appy for ya!" This caused the redhead to go veritably purple.

"Come on, 'mione."

As Hagrid opened the door for them, Hermione turned to him and discretely whispered. "second witch beside the creaky staircase. Thursday night, eight o'clock."

Hagrid blinked. "Righ'ey. I'll see ya all la'er."

He closed the door behind them and turned back to Harry and Draco. "Righ'. You wan'ed to see the Cen'aurs."

"Hagrid." Draco shook Harry off him and burnt the half giant with his silver stare. Hagrid sensed him hesitating. "You... brought me to the infirmary. And for that, I thank you."

The giant's eyes filled with tears. "Oh, Mr Malfoy."

The blonde squawked as he was lifted into the giant's arms. "I's alrigh'. I's all alrigh'."

"Harry!" Draco wheezed.

"Ah, Hagrid."

"Oh, sorry." The half giant let the boy go.

For Harry, the amazement started with seeing the Centaurs again. The creatures of such beauty and grace never ceased to fill him with wonder and joy. Draco had been obviously terrified to be back in the Forbidden Forest, even after all the time that had passed. Harry sensed he would never feel safe in there again. But, the blonde had held up well, using his Malfoy pride to his advantage. The constant comfort words by Harry and Hagrid only seemed to anger the Slytherin, so both stopped, Harry opting rather to hold Draco's hand.

"Joyous we are to see that you are well."

Hagrid discretely moved away as three half horse/half men stepped into the clearing. Draco's face suddenly discoloured bright red, a soft gasp escaping his throat. Harry suspected he was remembering that the last time he had seen them was in the midst of his attack.

"Do not feel afraid, or embarassed, Draco. These are the emotions of your abuser. Our only suffering is that we could not help you."

"You told me not to give up. I remember. You said it would deny me love. What did you mean?"

The second, shaggier maned Centaur now spoke. "We spoke of the very entwined hearts that you both now share. They shall not be untwined. You are bound forever."

Harry stepped forward, taking Draco with him. "You knew we would get together?"

The third Centaur now spoke. "It was always destined. Just as the fall of Voldemort was."

"And what happened to me. And to Percy. Was that predestined?" Draco's voice was shaky.

"There is always a choice between good and evil. Marcus chose to be evil. That was not predestiny. What happened. That was a mistake. It should never have come about."

Harry remembered what Dumbledore had told him after Marcus had been found out. His speech about it being easier to be evil, sometimes.

"And now? What is to happen now?"

The Centaurs smiled. "Now you must attend your father's funeral. Then you are to go back to your manshion and make love. That is your destiny."

Harry was forced to stand on the opposite side to Draco at the funeral, for which he was not pleased. The single Malfoy son comforted his weeping mother, allowing but a single tear to fall down his cheek during the ceremony. In attendance were also, among others, Remus, Sirius, Severus, Percy, McGonagall, Flitwick and Dumbledore. Since he switched to spy, Lucius had suddenly become a very popular man. After the coffin was lowered, the group started to slowly disperse. Harry was not sure of what to do. Sirius and Remus both gave him a reassuring pat as they left. He decided on staying a little back from the coffin, to wait for Draco.

Draco had given the eulogy. It had been short, succint. And very beautiful. Harry did not realize the Slytherin was so succinct with words. He had learnt snippets about Lucius that had amazed and enlightened him. That he was the first wizard to fly around the world on a dragon, when he was seventeen, that he made his first million when he was nineteen, that he had been after Narcissa since was fifteen and had proposed to her at eighteen, discolouring thesky with his romantic vows. When he found out she was pregnant, he got so excited, he accidentally exploded the cat. And when Draco was born, he hugged him so tight, he cut off his breathing and nearly suffocated him.

He watched his lover now, the way he hugged his mother and talked to her softly, displaying a strength visible but in dire times. On the other side of the grave was Severus Snape. When Draco and Narcissa finally moved away, the blackhaired teacher still stood, looking over the coffin of his old school friend.

Harry was thankful to finally be back in Draco's room. Though dinner had not been as painful as it had been when Lucius was alive, and though Narcissa made an attempt to talk, there was still an all pervading sense of sadness and mourning. He slipped onto the bed and threw himself onto the covers as Draco took his usual shower.

Damn it! He glanced into the room. Surely he wouldn't mind?

Harry threw off his glasses onto the bed and shrugged himself out of his robes. He sneaked up to the door.

"Aloh hamora."

He threw away his wand, then drank in the view as he entered. Draco with his back to him, shampooing his pale locks. The blonde turned as Harry stepped up to him.

"Harry!"

"Need a hand?" The Gryffindor asked, cheekily. Draco had soap suds all through out his hair and on his face. Harry decided this was beyond cute. He reached out and wiped the suds off his mouth to kiss him on the lips. Draco sighed, turning Harry to push him into the wall opposite.

"Do you realize..." Harry gasped as the Slytherin attacked his neck with his mouth, tongue and teeth. "How long I've wanted this?"

He trailed his hands up his lover's thighs, leaving one to work through the quivering muscles while the other worked his erection.

"What do you want, Harry?"

Harry wanted what he had done that morning. After Draco stepped out of the room, only a little bloodied, compared with the beating he had issued Janus, Harry had wanted nothing more than to ravish him then and there. He had never seen Draco exert such power. It was exhilarating, dangerous and so very sexy. He waited until Sirius had left the room, then dropped to his knees, tore open his robes and gave him a blow job that had Draco screaming out his name. Repeatedly.

No. He changed his mind, grabbing one of the blonde's legs and hooking it around his waist. He wanted him. Right there against the wall. Draco hooked his nails in Harry's back in anticipation. He tenderly lifted the pale head back to kiss along his throat, occassionally taking bites that hitched his lover's breathing. Draco thrust up, grinding his erection against Harry's.

"Harry."

Harry covered Draco's mouth with his own. If he cried out his name like that again it would be over too soon. He moaned as he slid himself into his lover. Draco bit his lip, face momentarily awash with pain, before Harry thrust sharply up, slamming him back into the wall and changing his expression to one of passion and lust. Draco flung back his head, exposing more of his neck to Harry's kisses and moaned hoarsely. His hands travelled over Harry's back, exploring every portion of honey skin. Harry grabbed his other leg and wrapped it around his waist, as he continued to thrust up, groaning from the tight heat surrounding him.

"Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry."

The words were spoken with such amazed passion that Harry could no longer take it. He moaned, thrusting up with such sharpness he was afraid he had hurt the boy. Both moaned their releases.

Harry carried his spent lover out of the bathroom and onto the bed without breaking contact. Half an hour later, while still within his lover, they made love again, this time slower, with less urgency. Harry found himself lost in his lover's pale gaze. This time he cried out his love at the height of his passion.

Twice more in the night they made love. This time Draco took charge.

He sat in his darkened cell and thought about his boys. That was what they'd always be to him. His boys. So many countless faces. All beautiful. all dirty. Dirty little sluts. Especially Draco. And Percy. Both would pay for what they did. He would make sure of that. His father escaped. He would too. Now that the Dementors were gone, it was too easy.

Snape too. The bastard who had killed his father. He would start with him. Make him watch as he took his beloved Remus. Then cut the werewolf wide open, savouring the screams of the one who had ruined his life. Kill him slowly, excruciating his pain to the most degree. Then, after Severus was totally broken, kill him. He would be no more use for him. Percy he would force to watch as he killed every one of his family, before taking him. When his ravished body would be found there would be no doubt as to who did it.

Draco he had planned the most. He would force his way into Malfoy Manor and slit the throat of that bitch of a mother of Draco's. Then come to Harry disguised as Sirius. And take him, with his lover barely metres away. He would have Harry Potter and then he would slit his throat. No more fucking Quidditch champion all round perfect guy Potter. Disguising himself as Harry, he would then force himself on Draco. He wanted a piece of that one more time before he killed him. It thrilled him to think of Draco dieing thinking it was his lover who had betrayed and ravished him.

He-

"Draco. Percy" He moved up to the tiny bars set into the metal door. Surely this could not be true. This was an apparition. A ghost. His two boys. His two beauties standing at the end of the corridor. His excitement turned to confusion as the two stepped out. "Come back. Come back."

The temperature suddenly dropped. Marcus stepped back, feeling all of the air being sucked out of the room. An inky blackness started to fill his mind, replent with despair, anguish and a fear so deep, he felt himself sinking itno his own dark gulag.

"No. No. Please, no. Please no." Tears filled his eyes. He covered his ears with his hands, as though to block out the horror. "Make it stop! Make it stop!"

His scream echoed down the halls, drowned out by the others as the Dementors returned to the hallowed halls they loved so dearly.

As soon as Draco stepped into the hall, he sensed other students were watching him. This was not entirely unusual. As the reason for Lord Voldemort's downfall, he was becoming used to the trappings of celebrity.

But he sensed a different vibe this chilly winter's day. The occassional serupticious glance was followed by whispers, even (this was unusual) knowing smiles from the Gryffindor contingent. As his favourite teacher, Snape strode past, black robes swishing behind him, he could not help but gasp in astonishment. Snape (usually the master of poisonous looks) aimed a big smile at him.

He found Crabbe and Goyle at the entrance to the hall.

"What is going on?" He asked.

"Wrong direction. This way."

"What?"

Crabbe grabbed one hand, Goyle the other. Draco shouted protests as he was dragged down the corridor and around a corner, down another corridor and up a flight of stairs to end up before a pair of hump back witch ornaments beside a set of stairs. Here he was turned left and pushed into a pair of doors. He went flying into the room and straight into Dumbledore wearing a party cap and carrying a glass of pumpkin juice.

"Hello, Draco."

The boy straightened his clothes and looked around himself. It looked to be a party. And it also looked like every teacher and most of the students were invited. Percy he noted in one corner, having what looked like an intense discussion with Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Severus Snape. Ron was seated on a couch in the centre of the room, so intently looking at his newly acquired blonde girlfriend he didn't notice the twins planting curling rods into his hair. The walls were lined by tables of every food imaginable and a rocking dance floor with grinding couples (including a rather prudish Hermione and Viktor) kept the tempo upbeat. Harry bounced in front of him, looking rather cute in a party hat and carrying two cups of punch.

"Hi, beautiful." Harry kissed him on the lips and handed him a cup.

"What is this, Harry?"

"Celebration, beautiful." Harry pulled his arms around his waist and dragged him to the dance floor. Draco suspected he'd had a few pumpkin juices before he'd arrived. "You can thank the twins for this splendor, Dumbledore for allowing it and me for the idea."

Draco gasped as Harry started grinding against him. "How many spiked pumpkin juices have you had, Harry?"

"Only two. Why?"

"I don't dance, Harry. I told-"

Harry grabbed his hips and forced their bodies together. "I'll lead."

Draco conceded, realizing Harry would not let up until he danced at least one tune with him. He was starting to really enjoy himself when Harry suddenly stopped, grabbed his hand and pulled him across the room to a side table for food. Draco glanced across to Snape, who was deeply in discussion with Percy.

"Oh, Harry! Harry! Snape's wearing my cufflinks." Harry turned to the side with a full mouth and looked to the teacher. He swallowed before he spoke. "Hey, Crabbe is checking out Percy's ass."

"What?"

"Look."

Crabbe had migrated to the side of the room where he was chatting to a Slytherin Draco knew by sight but not name. He was facing in Percy's direction but could not tell if he was, indeed doing what Harry said.

"Hey guys. Check this out."

Draco burst out laughing at the very drunk Seamus Finnigan, who began to break dance in the centre of the floor, Oliver Wood joining him, resulting in both of them rolling around laughing, a prudent Mcgonagall and smiling Dumbledore looking on.

"Draco."

The word filtered into his ear, soft, seductive. He felt goosebumps rise on his arms. Harry tucked a strand of translucent hair behind his ear. He turned to look at the raven-haired boy, who stared at him intently. Draco raised a brow.

"So, Snape obviously liked our presents."

Draco shrugged. "I guess so."

"'ey, 'arry. Grea' par'y!" Hagrid was dancing with a tittering Professor Sprout.

"Come with me." Harry grabbed Draco's arm, spiriting him away to a darkened encave.

To his surprize, instead of ravishing him, Harry simply paced. And was that a blush on his cheeks?

"Draco. I've got a present for you. I just don't know how you'll react. It was a present from my father to me, you see. Apparently, he got it off this muggle in the war-"

Draco sighed. "What are you blabbering about, Harry?"

"I just don't know if this is such a good idea. It's just I really wanted to."

"Just give it to me, Harry."

Harry reached into his pocket and withdrew a tiny pocket watch on a gold chain. Draco was instantly overcome with a barrage of emotions. Anger, sadness, shame but also love and amazement.

He was genuinely touched.

"I wanted you to have new one. For new beginnings. I love you, beautiful Draco."

Draco nodded, finally understanding. He kissed Harry on the lilps. "I love you too."

"There's another thing." Harry sighed. "Doyouwanttogoaway?"

"What?"

Harry blushed redder, spoke slower. "I thought we could go away during the summer holidays. Get away from it all. Actually, Charlie promised we could stay in Romania a little while we travel around Europe."

Draco smiled. "You've already organised it, haven't you?"

Harry returned the smile. "Well, yes. But if you want to stay here, it's alright. I can understand, with your Father and all..." He trailed off.

"Let me think about it." Draco reached up a hand to trail down Harry's cheek. The Gryffindor smiled. It really didn't matter so much to him. Wherever he was, he'd have Draco with him. That was all that counted.

tbc...

Final chapter coming soon- Epilogue.