(Quick Dribble, Draco/Harry: After Deathly Hallows, No epilogue. No own, No money, Just Love)
Nevermore
There was a time in Harry's life when nothing but stopping the Dark Lord was enough. He stood in the great hall gazing over the people who fought and survived the final battle with Voldemort, amazed at how many had. The Weasley's were all standing in a corner, celebrating the return of one son and mourning the loss of another. Hermione stood next to Ron, resting her head gently on his shoulders. He shuddered thinking of what could have happened to his best friends. Glazing over the crowd of familiar and new faces, he noticed the Malfoy family huddled in a corner. He caught the eyes of Draco Malfoy and slowly felt his body moving towards him.
"Potter..." Draco muttered as he walked towards the boy, his fists tight by his sides. Harry sighed deeply and handed him the wand clutched tightly in his left hand.
"I believe this belongs to you." Draco hesitated for a moment, his silver eyes scanning the brunette before him before clutching the other end of the wand. Small coils of blue light erupted from the tip, coiling both Harry and Draco in a web of light. Flashes of white played before them as swirling colors began to appear.
First, the halls of school flickered before them. New paint, fresh stone, and both Harry and Draco walking in the moonlit hall. They smiled at each other, passing little nods of approval.
Second, the graduation ceremony where Harry finally accepted the hand Draco stuck out, both smiling sheepishly as they walked out of the doors.
Third, the Auror training where Harry and Draco passed – as partners and friends.
Fourth, a kiss stolen in the middle of a dark street, blonde and brunette holding each other close.
Fifth, a small house on the shore, a little boy with blonde hair and bright green eyes plays in the spray as his fathers both watch from the porch.
Sixth, the little boy going off to Hogwarts for the first time, waving frantically from his window as the train zooms off.
Seventh, the boy no longer little, bringing home a girl with red hair and freckles.
Eighth, the boy and girl married and happy as Harry and Draco look on with tears in their eyes.
Ninth, Harry holding Draco as he slowly dies in his arms, the blonde head smiling up as his last words caress his lips. "I love you, Harry Potter."
Tenth, Harry holding a small baby boy with red hair and the big, silver eyes of his beloved Draco. "Draconis Potter..."
The two broke free from the web, Draco's hand gripping the wand tightly as tears burst from his eyes. He collapsed to the ground and sobbed, reaching out as Harry walked back to the Weasley's never looking back.
No one else knew what happened between Harry and Draco, only the wand will ever tell the truth.