"You did it Potter!" Draco got slowly to his feat, ignoring the dead Death Eaters and Voldemort's ashes.

Harry merely stared straight ahead, wand grasped loosely in his hand.

"Harry?" Draco laid a hand on Harry's shoulders.

Harry blinked and seemed to come back to the present, "He's dead. Now it doesn't matter."

"What doesn't matter?" Draco asked although he had a feeling that he knew what Harry was talking about.

"What I do or don't do," Harry's hand clenched around his wand. "Hear that Tom? You don't dictate what I do any longer!" Harry reached up and took Draco's hand off his shoulder. "Where's your father? Did he survive?"

"I killed him," Draco's breath hitched. "I killed him. My own father, I killed him."

"It'll be ok," Harry whispered, promising over the newly dead bodies littering the field. "What are you going to do now that you're free? Retire to the Manor and take up a wife?"

"Sod the Manor," Draco growled but then deflated. "I don't know what I'm going to do."

"I don't either," Harry sighed. "But I'm not sticking around here. I can't."

"Can I go with you Potter?" Draco asked in a small voice.

"That'd be nice Malfoy," Harry took Draco's hand and Apparated them near Gringotts. "I'm going to transfer half my account into Muggle currency. I need to get my head on straight."

"That's the first good plan you've come up with," Draco said. "I'll do the same. You're going to the Muggle World then?"

"You still want to come with me Malfoy?" Harry now sounded lost. "I know Malfoy's don't really do the Muggle thing but I just don't want to deal with all of this."

Draco didn't have to ask what 'all of this' was. He knew it too well. As one of the prime duelers for the side of the Light and Harry Potter's partner during missions and battles he had seen first hand what the admiring crowds were like and just how fickle they were. But now his father was dead and the Malfoy name no longer needed protecting. His duty was done and what else was left but to continue fighting against the fame and memories.

LIVING ARRANGEMENTS

"Here we are Mr. Petersen, Mr. Mallory" A pretty young woman said with a bright smile. "This apartment has two bedrooms, two baths, a room that can be used as an office or study, kitchen, dining and living area and even its own fireplace and balcony."

"It looks nice enough," Harry said from the entrance. "What's the neighborhood like?"

"There is a new club a few blocks away," The real estate agent said. "They have a talent night once a month where local singers and groups can perform. There is also a nice Italian restaurant just up the street and a cute grocery store on the corner."

"How much is the rent for six months?" Draco asked.

"Roughly five thousand pounds," She answered.

"We'll take it," Draco spoke with certainty. "How soon can we move in?"

"Right away," The woman blinked in some astonishment. "Mr. Petersen?"

"Whatever Mallory wants," Harry shrugged. "I like it well enough and I'm not as picky as he is."

The corners of Draco's mouth lifted just slightly.

"Well I have the paperwork with me," The woman dug through a folder she was carrying. "We can get that out of the way and once that's settled you can move in."

"Great," Draco replied taking the papers and glancing through them.

Harry trusted Draco as he watched the blond man sign his name to the forms with a flourish. Harry copied his example. Draco was a master at finances; Harry even let him handle his own accounts.

"Well here are two sets of keys," The woman took them out of her purse and gave them each one. "If you have any questions you be sure and ring my cell. Have fun getting settled in."

With a cheery wave the woman left and shut the door behind her, a happy smile in place. Harry turned around and walked slowly through the empty apartment feeling content.

"Do you really like it?" Draco asked softly while Harry stared out a window.

"Yes, it's perfect," Harry answered. "I have a request though."

"Whatever it is I'll do it," Draco responded.

"You have to sing with me on a talent night at the club in the next six months," Harry turned with an impish smile in place.

"You brat," Draco grumbled. "You knew I'd agree to do you a favor. Harry I'm a terrible singer."

"Draco, if you're a terrible singer then I'm tone deaf," Harry rolled his eyes. "We can do that song we've been working on for a while."

"Are you serious?" Draco had to ask.

Harry nodded. "Well fine," Draco agreed. "I'll do it."

Harry smiled and turned back to his quiet watch over the street below.

Harry allowed Draco to pick out most of their furnishings. He knew that the blond enjoyed shopping and Draco did have an eye for elegant pieces and clothing. The kitchen however was Harry's domain. Several times a week he would go down to the corner store for fresh food and cook up a nice dinner for both of them. Usually after supper they spent time working on their music or reading quietly. At night they went into their shared bedroom, the nightmares made sure that they couldn't stand to sleep alone.

Draco sighed. Harry glanced up from the crossword puzzle he was working on but said nothing. Draco sighed again.

"Draco, what's wrong?" Harry put the crossword aside. "You've been doing nothing but staring at the fireplace and sighing for the past hour." His tone became soft and uncertain. "Do you want to go back?"

"And leave you to fend for yourself Green Eyes?" Draco snorted. "Not bloody likely. Those bastards can all live in a cave for all I care."

"Then what's wrong?" Harry repeated.

"I'm just bored sitting around all day," Draco said. "I never thought I'd say this but I miss working."

"You, a pampered Malfoy miss working?" Harry chuckled. "That's rich!"

"Please Potter," Draco lifted his chin slightly, striking an offended pose. "You can't tell me you're not afflicted with the same problem. I see the way you religiously scrub down the kitchen counters every day and sweep up the place every other day."

"Let's get a job then," Harry suggested.

"A Muggle job?" Draco looked at Harry like he was crazy. "Harry, I have enough problems blending in as it is, I don't think a Muggle job will be easy."

"Scared Malfoy?" Harry smirked.

"You wish Potter," Draco said.

Harry pulled back out the newspaper and turned to the classifieds section.

"There's an opening here at that club I want us to sing at," Harry said. "They need someone to handle the till."

"Till?" Draco tried to remember what that meant.

"The money that the club brings in from drinks and entrance fees," Harry explained patiently.

"Where will you work then?" Draco asked.

"There's another opening for a Muggle deejay," Harry replied. "I'll apply for that."

The next morning the two men handed in applications at the club and then went back to their apartment. Both of them were nervous although they would never admit it. Harry spent the day cleaning the bathrooms while Draco went about cleaning dishes and rearranging furniture in the living room. When the phone rang Draco nearly dropped the vase he had been trying to figure out where to put. Harry reached the phone first. When he hung up he turned to Draco with a huge smile.

"We got the jobs," Harry grinned.

"Well of course we did Potter," Draco drawled. "You just needed to have a little faith."

Harry didn't bother to comment on Draco's nervous behavior for the day.

They started at the club and fell into a routine. Both felt better about having something to do with their time and energy. And always before going to the club they worked on their music. Draco wrote out the music itself while Harry put lyrics to it.

Several months later they had several selections to choose from for their performance at the club. The two agreed that they should do "Thirst Is Taking Over". The music was driving and the lyrics hit close to home.

"Hey Belle," Harry slid into the deejay booth next to the small woman.

"Hey Dan," Belle smiled at him. "I'm looking forward to your and Harris' performance tonight. You brought the sheet music for the band right?"

"It's right here," Harry patted the folder under his arm. "Harris is reminding the bartenders where to put the money."

"They'll just stick it in their own pockets luv," Belle said. "Everyone knows it."

"Harris doesn't approve of dipping into the till," Harry chided. "They know what will happen if they get caught."

Belle chuckled, "That they will. You're on in twenty minutes by the way."

"Shit!" Harry exclaimed rushing from the booth to back stage to get ready.

Belle's laughter echoed after him.

When Harry and Draco stepped on stage they wore matching leather pants. Harry had on a mesh silver shirt that shimmered when he moved and Draco had on a deep emerald mesh shirt. Both stepped up to the microphones.

'Don't screw up Potter,' Draco mouthed as the music began.

'I won't if you won't,' Harry mouthed back.

"You alone are what my soul needs, You know the thirst is taking over
Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, You know the thirst is taking over
The thirst is taking over
," Harry crooned softly.

"Hold me down, hold me down, Drip it on my tongue
And my convulsions stop, Thirst for love, thirst for your love
I could swallow your beauty whole
," Draco sang, his voice sounding like forbidden sex.

"You alone are what my soul needs, You know the thirst is taking over
Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, You know the thirst is taking over
," Both men stalked around each other, giving the crowd heated glances.

"Running out, times running out, Searching for the one who can conquer me
I'm going to scream aloud, throw it down, Crash in the sweet obsession of you
I'm going to swim and drown in the wake of you
," This time Harry joined Draco on the verse adding a raw undertone to the words.

"You alone are what my soul needs, You know the thirst is taking over
Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, You know the thirst is taking over, You know the thirst is taking over
," Draco and Harry drew closer together in some primal instinct.

"I wanna taste it, I need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms

I wanna taste it, I need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms

I wanna taste it, I need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms

I wanna taste it, I need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms

I wanna taste it, I need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms

I wanna taste it, I need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms," Harry pulled Draco closer to him, twining around him, their bodies lost in the music and the words they crooned both to each other and the crowd.

"You alone are what my soul needs, You know the thirst is taking over
Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, You know the thirst is taking over
," Harry ran a possessive hand down Draco's chest while he gyrated his hips as he faced the crowd.

"I wanna drink you in, I am drinking you in, I wanna drink you in
Hardly breathe, I'm in urgent need, You know the thirst is taking over
The thirst is taking over
I wanna taste it, I need to taste it, Deep in the Saviors arms
," Harry stepped behind Draco, facing the crowd over the blonds shoulder, a hand resting on one of Draco's hips as they moved to the music, the beat a driving crescendo until the last line which Draco alone crooned to the crowd.

They were greeted with thunderous applause at the end of their performance. Belle who was so floored by their amazing performance came rushing out of the deejay booth and made a beeline for Harry and Draco backstage. She enveloped first 'Dan' and then 'Harris' into bone crushing hugs.

"You two were amazing!" She smiled and then pointed an accusing finger at Harry. "I can't believe that you didn't tell me how good of singers you two were Dan, terribly cruel of you."

"What if we promise to do another song at the very end of the night?" Draco smirked.

"Really, you would?" Belle bounced on her toes. "That would be amazing!"

"I'm getting back to work," Draco said. "The other song should be in the folder Dan."

"I'll pass out the music," Harry promised.

Belle followed Dan back to the deejay booth. She preened when people complimented Dan, making sure to tell them that he worked for the club.

A man approached Dan and stopped him, holding out a card in his hand.

"Please take it," The man said. "I'm Gary Wright," He hurried on. "I heard the two of you sing and I think that you should come by Wright Records tomorrow morning. I'd like to discuss signing you two."

Before Harry could turn the man down Belle was promising to have them there on the time written on the back of the card. She dragged Harry to the deejay booth and shut the door behind them.

"Now Dan before you can say anything I think this is a brilliant opportunity," Belle went on excitedly. "Plus you really should talk with Harris about it before you turn it down."

"Talk with me about what?" Draco asked. "It turns out they don't need me. Karl is taking care of things tonight. What's she talking about Dan?"

"Some guy named Gary Wright wants us to go over to Wright Studios tomorrow morning to discuss a signing contract," Harry mumbled.

"Gary Wright?" Draco sat heavily down on a stool. "He owns one of the hottest labels out there right now. Belle, thanks for making sure this stupid git didn't turn him down right away. He's much too self conscious. In fact, it might be a good idea to hire you as a manager."

"But we don't even have a record deal Harris," Harry pointed out.

"We will after tomorrow," Draco promised.

And Harry believed him because Draco had said it would be so.

MANAGEMENT

Harry allowed Draco to call for a cab in the morning but not before Belle managed to show up at their apartment.

"Why's she here?" Harry plaintively asked.

"Because I invited her you dolt," Draco said. "She's an organized person and we both know that she keeps her mouth shut. She'd be perfect as our manager, you know that."

Sighing Harry grabbed his jacket and followed Draco out the door and down the stairs to where Belle was holding the taxi. Draco told the driver the address and settled back next to Harry. Belle looked at both of them with a pondering expression that grew even more when Harry, tired from a fitful nights sleep, laid his head on Draco's shoulder. The blond ignored it and continued to look out the window.

"Nervous?" Belle asked looking at the two of them.

"No, and be quiet, Dan needs some sleep," Draco said softly.

Belle raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

The taxi pulled up in front of the Wright building. Draco nudged Harry awake and helped him out of the cab.

"Best wake up now Scarhead," Draco muttered. "We're here to play with the big boys."

"Bite me Ferret," Harry brushed past Draco into the building.

Up in Wrights office Draco and Harry were looking over the first draft of their contract. Belle looked over their shoulders. She could tell that Harris seemed to have no problem with their popularity but that Dan was a bit shy. They were such sweet boys, like brothers really. She wondered if they were gay.

"We'd like to discuss some things with our manager first," Draco looked over at where Wright was sitting at his desk. "Is there anywhere we can do that?"

"I'll be back in twenty minutes," Gary Wright moved to his office door. "Take your time."

"Harris, Dan," Belle interrupted their reading. "I have a few questions to ask you two."

"Go ahead Belle," Draco put a hand on Harry's arm to stop him from saying anything.

"Are you two gay?" Belle blurted out.

"Does that really matter?" Draco raised a brow,

"No, not at all," Belle blushed. "I was just curious."

"As a matter of fact both Dan and I are bi," Draco answered for both of them. "It matters more about trust than anything else for either of us."

"What about your past?" Belle asked. "I know almost nothing about you, nobody does. Is Dan a wizard?"

Draco and Harry shared a look.

"What makes you think that?" Draco asked cautiously.

"Well he has that snowy white owl in the apartment," Belle said. "My niece is a witch, she's going to some Magical school in France where my brother and sister-in-law live. She has a tawny owl and writes me letter sometimes. Dan's owl just reminds me of hers."

"We'll talk about this latter," Harry said firmly. "Let's just focus on what we came here for and deal with other things at home."

Draco gave Harry's shoulder a comforting squeeze. Harry was pale and looked a bit sick. Desperately Draco changed the subject.

"It says here that Wright will find us other band members," Draco pointed out the clause. "A drummer, guitarist, bassist, and keyboard player, do we need anything else?"

"A deejay mixer," Harry suggested.

"I can do that for you two," Belle offered with a bright smile. "I can be a manager and deejay mixer. I could be a deejay with my eyes closed and a hand tied behind my back, you know that Dan."

"Ok, that's taken care of," Draco decided. "What about the part about other people writing our music and stuff for us? I don't like that."

"I'm not agreeing to that," Harry refused.

"That's the biggest issue you two have?" Belle asked.

Both men nodded.

"I'll handle that," She promised.

When Gary Wright came back in the room Belle remained in her seat, shooting both Harry and Draco a look to make sure they did the same. The owner of Wright Records merely smiled and returned to his desk.

"Have you reached a decision?" He asked.

"We'll have to turn this down," Harry pushed the contract back across the table.

"We both feel that having others write our music isn't for either of us," Draco said. "Dan and I prefer to write our own stuff."

"That can be changed," Gary offered.

He took out a pen and crossed out the offending clause, putting his initials next to it to show that he was the one to make the change. Satisfied both Harry and Draco agreed to sign the contract. Belle was enlisted as both their manager and deejay should they require one.

On the way out Belle was eerily quiet. She refused to look at either of them until they reached the apartment.

"Now for that talk," She moved briskly in front of them. "And don't think I'm going to let either of you out of it."

Once they were safely in the apartment Harry used his Wandless magic to put up silencing wards. Harry and Draco could both use Wandless magic but Harry was definitely the stronger of the two.

"Both of us our wizards," Draco began. "And our real names aren't Harris Mallory and Dan Petersen. I'm Draco Malfoy in the Wizarding World and this is Harry Potter."

"I've heard of both of you!" Belle exclaimed excitedly. "It's so cool to meet you two. The Wizarding World is looking for you, you know. My niece wrote me all about it."

"Yes well we'd prefer that no one know where we are," Harry spoke up.

"I won't say a word," Belle promised. "Don't worry about a thing Dan. You two deserve your own lives."

Looking at the two of them things made so much more sense. If anything she felt even more protective of the two. They deserved to have their own lives. She made herself a promise that she would protect them in any way she could manage.

"Well since you know you can call us Harry and Draco," The blond told Belle. "We don't have to hide that."

"I think I might keep calling you Dan and Harris, just so I don't slip up," Belle smiled gently.

Once Belle was gone Harry laid his head in Draco's lap. The blond said nothing, merely ran his fingers through Harry's hair in a gentle petting motion.

"There's no going back now," Harry whispered to the room.

"I'm not going anywhere without you Green Eyes," Draco reminded him. "I know what I'm doing."

"Wasting your life on me," Harry sighed.

"My life is worth wasting on you," Draco leaned down and kissed Harry's forehead. "Now get up Scarhead, I want a shower and then I plan on getting some sleep."

Harry sat up and Draco left for their bathroom. Harry used the other bathroom and in no time they were tucked into their bed, wrapped around each other like security blankets to keep the nightmares away.

Gary Wright wasted no time in putting together a band for the two boys who had decided to call their group Savior. Franklin was the drummer, Regina their keyboard player, Tommy the guitarist and Leslie their bassist. Their first tour was of local clubs all around England. Once their popularity grew Gary had them into the recording studio.

After the release of their CD, which both men were surprised was on the top ten for sales, Gary and Belle set them up to do a tour around England.

"Hey mates," Franklin was sitting across from them on the tour bus. "We're almost at our next stop, London."

"We know Frankie," Draco used the nickname Franklin had been given by Belle to annoy him. "And we're just so excited we could burst."

"Don't call me Frankie," Franklin took a cushion and threw it at Draco, hitting him in the face.

"Knock it off," Harry said fiddling with the pencil in his hands. "I'm trying to write here!"

"You work too hard Dan," Franklin shook his head. "Harris, you better drag him out and do something fun tonight otherwise Dan's gonna be a total loss when it comes to the party after this tour is over."

"Don't worry, I have something in mind already," Draco threw both an evil smirk.

Harry merely snorted and went back to working on lyrics.

Draco was able to distract Harry from his work, although not in the way Franklin had intended. He was walking around their hotel suite in nothing but a towel, having just taken a shower, when he stopped in front of Harry with his hands on his hips.

"Harry," Draco said. "I have a surprise for you love."

Harry looked up, saw the lack of clothing Draco had on and dropped his pencil in his lap.

"Harry lets go to bed," Draco said, confidence faltering slightly.

"Are you sure Draco?" Harry asked. "I'm not up for anything you're not."

"Positive," Draco came up to Harry and tugged him up.

Draco deftly took off Harry's shirt and Harry slipped out of his pants leaving him clad in only boxers.

"So beautiful," Harry murmured in the hollow of Draco's throat as he kissed and nipped his way up to Draco's lips.

When their lips met Draco groaned and quickly went about deepening the kiss. Without much effort they were soon naked and on the bed, kissing and touching everywhere they could reach.

"Draco, take me please," Harry said.

"Shh, just lean back and enjoy," Draco sensed Harry's nervousness and his own as he kissed his way down Harry's chest pausing at each on of his nipples to suck and bite at them, eliciting moans and gasps from Harry.

While he had Harry distracted with pleasure, Draco groped around the bed for the tube of lube Harry had earlier pulled from their luggage. He coated his fingers liberally. Tongue circling Harry's navel, one hand cupping and gently squeezing Harry's balls Draco gently thrust his finger inside Harry. Harry momentarily stiffened at the intrusion but then his mind was reminded of the other wonderful things Draco was doing to him. One finger was joined by another accompanied by a gentle scissoring motion to further loosen Harry for a third finger. Gently Draco thrust his fingers in and out of Harry, gently stroking his cock as he did so.

"Please Draco, now," Harry murmured lost in sensation.

"Hold on Green Eyes," Draco kissed the tip of Harry's cock as he withdrew his fingers.

He took the lube and spread some on his erection.

"Get up Green Eyes," He whispered huskily. "On your hands and knees now, like a good boy."

Harry complied readily enough, eager to be filled with Draco. Draco crawled up behind Harry, one hand on Harry's shoulder to steady himself the other guiding his cock carefully to Harry's entrance. He pushed slowly forward.

"All right Green Eyes?" Draco asked, kissing Harry's sweaty shoulder, once he was fully inside.

"Move Dray!" Harry commanded.

"Always the demanding Gryffindor," Draco hissed at the tightness as Harry's inner muscles contracted around him.

He began moving in and out in short thrusts. He could feel Harry's muscles loosen a bit more and judging by the moans Draco knew it was safe to thrust even harder. He pulled all the way out and thrust back in, hitting Harry's prostate.

"Oh god, more, faster!" Harry cried out.

Draco reached his hand around and grasped hold of Harry's straining cock. He timed his thrusts with stroking Harry's cock. With the dual stimulation Harry could feel his balls tighten and knew he was going to cum.

"Love you!" Harry came violently over Draco's hand and his stomach and chest.

Harry's inner muscles tightened painfully over Draco's penis. Draco managed a few more thrusts before he too came inside Harry. Gently he pulled out and took the towel that had been around his hips from the bottom of the bed to wipe the cum dripping from Harry.

"We need a shower," Draco rubbed Harry's lower back with his hand. "Feel up to it?"

"Was wonderful," Harry said sleepily.

Draco kissed Harry's shoulder, "You were amazing Green Eyes, I love you, you know."

"I know," Harry mumbled. "Let's get that shower."