Title: Rumours Epilogue
Author: Bell Pie <toggledog@yahoo.com>
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Finally finished!!!

"So, we don't get to see you until next semester." Remus sighed and smiled at Harry, who had just released from his hug with Sirius on Platform 9 3/4. 

"You will be back for Percy's wedding." Ron asked, for the seventh time that morning. He pulled a characteristic Ron frown that made Harry laugh. Ron was being forced to be an usher at the affair and to wear a frilly black shirt and tailored cloak.His frown was becoming disturbingly familiar. Particularly during the countless dress rehearsals.

"Yes!" Harry sighed. He checked his watch. "Damn it! Where is he? I saw him get off the train but then-"

"Here he is." Hermione smiled.

Draco, Crabbe and Goyle stepped up to the group, the blonde smiling exuberantly. "Sorry, Harry. Had to say goodbye to Mother."

"Is she alright?" Harry asked.

"She'll be ok." Draco replied soberly.

"Well, we ready to apparate?"

Everyone looked to each other a little sadly. Hagrid wiped away a tear. Remus laughed.

"It's only two months, guys!"

Harry hugged Hermione and Ron again. "I'll miss you guys!" 

"Say hello to Charlie for me." Ron grinned.

"Will do. Bye, guys."

"Goodbye." Draco waved.

Both apparated to the Cross-Country Wizard Subway.

"Just in time." Harry breathed out, glancing to the clock high on the wall before then. They had ten minutes to spare.

"You're right, Harry." Draco said, as the line for the train to Italy edged forward. "Though I've been throughout Europe countless times, it will be good to get away. If only for a few months."

Harry did not reply. The blonde looked to him. He stared vacantly ahead, shuffling his hands together.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I'm just excited."

Draco laughed, kissed him on the cheek. "You're so cute."

He was suddenly aware that they were garnering a bit of attention. Many a wizard was looking in their direction. Oh, yes. Now they were known for killing Voldermort, Harry for the second time, they were Universally famous. He still felt a little uncomfortable in such a big crowd and nestled closer to Harry, as they handed the inspector the ticket. He favoured them with a look of recognition and nodded them on. Both scurried aboard to their private room, slamming the door behind them.

Harry did not even wait for Draco to dump his suitcase before pouncing on him.

"We've got an entire world to discover together, beautiful." Harry wrapped his arms around the blonde.

"Thank you, Harry." Draco looked him in the eye.

"For what?"

"For being you." He pushed Harry back onto the bed, nestled in the corner of the rather small compartment, snuggling into his chest.

"This is difficult." the raven-haired boy admitted. "I'll have to travel around Europe with you permanently attached to me."

"Tell them I'm an abnormal growth."

"Abnormally wonderful." Harry smiled, stroking his hair. Draco snickered, feeling excited, content and, most importantly, loved.

Draco was aware that he was far from perfectly sound. He was still in mourning for his father as well as still marred by his attack. Perhaps forever would be. It would be a scar he would carry like the ones streaking across his bottom. But he felt basically healed, whole again. With Harry, he felt as perfect as he said he was.

As though reading his mind, Harry tenderly reached into his robes to stroke along the raised ridges. Draco looked him in the eyes, pulling up the fabric. He wore no undergarments.

"Please."

Harry slid down his body, as he flopped down onto his stomach. The Gryiffindor started at this feet, kissing every bare inch of skin before moving up to his ankle, twirling his tongue around then up the flesh to the back of the knee and further up the thigh to lick up the grooves of his scars, bathing the orifice in saliva, causing his lover to shudder and tremble beneath him. Harry pulled back to pull himself out of his robes, ceasing a moment to regard the trembling back before him.

"You're so perfect."

He moaned as he slowly slid himself into the opening. It only took a few thrusts before both climaxed into a quivering mess. Harry collapsed on his lover, brushing his hair off his face to kiss it. Draco grabbed his hand and held it.

He woke up to the not so uncomfortable pressure of weight on his, Harry still lodged inside him, his deep breath fanning across his face indicating his sleep.

Hasn't even bothered to take off his glasses, Draco smiled.

"Love you, gorgeous." He whispered.

"Love you." Harry said in his sleep, tightening his grip around him. The blonde fell into a dreamless sleep, excited at the thought of being in Italy when he next woke with Harry Potter beside him.

The End.