Good golly I'm sorry that the end of this story has taken so long to appear. I've recently moved to University and alongside now having to be in charge of all my living duties and working hard on my art course I have also gained a very lovely boyfriend.

Anyhoosle, I've decided to get this sorted and tied up. I hope you like it!

Anticipation for the night to come was buzzing through his veins and a happy fuzz of warmth surrounded him like a second skin. Harry felt confident as he approached the Fat Lady, he knew the conversation he was about to have with his best friends was overdue and though he hoped they would understand eventually it was their initial response that mattered right now. That, and their ideas on how to tackle the public interest that was bound to engulf the situation.

Talking with Ron and Hermione in the "8th" years boy's dormitory turned out to go better than Harry could have imagined. Reveal his lover's identity as Malfoy was no surprise to Ron, Hermione appeared only mildly nonplussed. With their guidance they considered a public announcement to school, owling the Daily Prophet with a request to keep quiet, and many others, settling finally on continuing without any announcement would be best, but not denying the truth if questioned. Facing the storm from the outset rather than avoiding it but not asking for it to attack.

Draco on the other hand was still pondering how Harry would locate him… He chose the Prefects bathroom quite by chance as he was just meandering through the corridors and it took his fancy. Spontaneity had helped them so far, so why not now?

As long as Myrtle stayed away from them tonight he thought it would be alright. Not that Draco held anything against her, during his 6th year she had been the one person he could rely on.

Were they really going to do this? Make everything official? Harry knew he had to talk to Draco tonight, not get too lost in the moment, lay out his cards and hope they would play out right.

He glanced at the Marauder's map clutched in his left hand - Malfoy had chosen the freakin' prefects bathroom. What did this mean for the events to follow? Harry's mind was led on a tangent, not unwelcome but mildly bewildering.

Smiling with the ideas that followed Harry grabbed the cloak and made his way out of the portrait hole. Down the two floors to 5th.

During the hours that followed the bonds of intimacy were formed, all barriers stripped away by the easy flow of conversation, the adoration flowing like the bubble filled water.

Scars were traced with fervent fingers, apologies were made.

Calloused and scarred hands gripped noble, pale, Draco's shoulders.

And there it was.

Unconscious cravings were manifesting in the strokes, those touches, these feelings. Random nips, uncontrollable noises and every one of them part of these two bodies. Drawn together like nifflers to precious items.

And that blissful friction driving both men crazy.

Handsfingersmouthslegs, a heady rush of sensation.

Craving that release and all the time their minds filled with the knowledge that it's Harry making me feel like this.

Those are Draco's hands in my hair.

It's Harry's taste I cannot get enough of.

It's Draco, only Draco, no one but Draco.

They were all over each other, in each other, around each other.

Tentative caresses merged into needy thrusts and because they knew, without words, this was one of the first they sped up - times for making it last would follow. The need from both men for it to be Harry, it to be Draco, was what brought them to a cresting wonder.

Sweaty, exhausted and glowing Draco reached for Harry's hand, curling his slight fingers into Harry's calloused palm.

Hugging Draco tight they lay back into a mound of towels, sated and secure.

Decisions during war flooded into Draco's mind, the spontaneity of letting Harry take his wand after claiming he didn't recognise the three Gryffindors. Stopping Crabbe and Goyle from killing Harry in the RoR. Everything so quick, a spur of the moment decision. Just like their here and now.

"We'll tell the school tomorrow?" Draco ventured, uncertain.

"No need, we'll just be us and if anyone asks we don't lie," Harry soothed.

They made plans to go flying the next day, an unusual pastime for supposed rivals but a good way to work off tension and to spend more time together.

There would be slow integration into each other's lives. This would eventually mean Christmases with the Weasley's, weekends at the Manor and spontaneous Portkeys all around the world.

The best bit? All of it was beautiful, all of it was new and all of it was theirs.

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