This is it guys, the FINAL chapter... I think I excelled myself :D now I'd like to thank all of you who have made this a favourite story or have reviewed, especially PotGra4Ever, ams71080!! There may be a sequel but depends on whether or not inspiration strikes!! Also sorry its short but I think it fits!!

Delusions of Finality

By the time the two boys had made it downstairs it was dinner time, Ron and Neville could barely look at them when they sat at the Gryffindor table.

"Ron honestly, what's wrong with you?"

"He and Longbottom walked in on Potter and Draco being –"

"Blaise!"

"What Draco she deserves to know that Draco Malfoy is a bottom."

"What?"

"Excuse me, just so you know, I didn't bottom first."

"Draco!" Draco's smug expression was wiped clean by Harry's shocked face, "did you really have to tell them that?"

"Well I –"

"I don't believe you. You're such a git." Harry got up and stormed out the Great Hall without touching his dinner. Draco looked helplessly at his friends "what did I do?"

***

Draco found Harry on the edge of the lake, "Harry, what's the matter?"

"You don't get it do you?"

"Get what Harry. I don't understand."

"NO! You wouldn't would you? I tell you I love you and then let me fuck you, and then I fuck you but you never tell me how you're feeling!"

"Harry I-"

"No you know what Malfoy? I don't wanna hear it, I got what I wanted right? You fucked me like I asked and you got your clothes back! What did I get... oh yeah my heartbroken and trodden on in front of my friends, then you stamp on it again and again. You are a bastard Draco Malfoy and I want nothing to do with you!"

Harry turned and fled towards the castle leaving a stunned Draco staring after him.

Draco slowly walked up to the castle in a daze, he thought over the events of last night and this morning he realised that Harry must not have heard him so he resolved to sort that out first thing in the morning after sleep because his back was killing him.

***

At breakfast Harry was sitting at the Gryffindor table watching the doors for any sign of the blond, he had almost given up hope that Draco didn't love him that he had imagined it all in the post-orgasmic haze.

Almost.

But when the blond Slytherin stormed into the Great Hall wearing the clothes he had leant Harry looking like a man on a mission, Harry's heart leapt at the sight and the flickering of hope which allowed him to believe that Draco did love him and was about to prove it.

Draco stormed over to Harry hauled him up by his collar, both vaguely aware of McGonagall standing in alarm at the prospect f a fight in front of all the staff, but Draco kissed Harry, hard. Pouring every feeling he felt for Harry into the kiss; lust, love, want, need, desire, companionship, joyfulness.

Harry responded but soon they had to pull away for a stupid little thing called oxygen, Draco peppered Harry's face in kisses whispering over and over again "I love you. I love you."

"You do?"

"Yes you silly idiot. I do, with all my heart."

Harry grinned up at him, "but I'm your silly idiot."

"That you are, Harry. That you are."