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Dedicated to criesbloodredtears. ^.^ it's a little late, but happy bday, girl!
...read her fics, btw.
"Harry, love, come back to bed," a voice came from behind him. Harry, curled up on the ground, shook his head. The figure shuffled closer to him. "Harry, what-?" And seeing the vomit in front of Harry, footsteps hurriedly made their way toward him before lithe arms grasped him about the middle.
"I can't believe I actually thought that…" Harry vaguely offered his embracer.
"Thought what, love?"
"I…I wished that it had been Neville…and not me. I mean, Death Eaters got his family anyway, why not just leave me be with my parents alive. I could've grown up in the wizarding world and not had to deal with the Dursleys at all, and I would've had more of a family to give to you after…" Harry trailed off. A shudder passed through the boy's body, and the arms around him held tighter. "Well, I couldn't and still can't believe I thought that, and my body just convulsed…I'm sorry…"
"Don't even think of apologizing," the voice said quickly."It's logical to wish that things had been different, but deep down I know you would never willingly wish ill upon anyone, especially not a friend. Besides, I for one am glad it was your task, not Neville's, to kill the Dark Lord." Harry felt the subsequent chuckle through his back, and a small smile started on his own face. "And as for family…I have you, and I suppose that means I'm stuck with your silly group of friends, too. Quality over quantity, babe. You're all I need."
A nuzzle to Harry's neck and the words spoken only made the smile grow. The arms pulled him up to standing, and he turned around and embraced his lover.
"Now go drink some water while I clean this mess up." With a squeeze, Harry was let go and he shuffled to the kitchen to do so. Mutterings of a spell reached his ears as he turned on the tap and filled a glass. Drinking deeply, the nauseating taste in his mouth dissipated. He set the glass down and returned to the living room.
"Bed. Now." The familiar commanding tone returned his smile, and grabbing his lover's hand, Harry did just that.
As they slid under the covers, Harry looked up into worried but loving eyes and couldn't help but draw his lover into a deep kiss. The lithe arms snaked back around him.
"I love you, Draco." Silver eyes flashed happily.
"I love you, too, Harry. Forever and always."
Go ahead and review, if you feel the need. I for one am content with it ('cept it was kinda short...but oh well).