CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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A/N: This is the last chapter…thanks to all my loyal readers! :) Quite a time has passed in the story since C13, but, again, it was largely uninteresting.

The school year had finished, and Draco found himself staying at Grimmauld Place once more. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to go…and he wanted to stay with Harry. He stretched languidly, listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom. He sat up and tiptoed over, easing the door open. Harry was in the shower, his back to the open door. Draco slipped in the room, closing the door softly, and crept over to Harry, wrapping his arms around his waist.

'Boo.' He whispered.

Harry laughed softly, kissing Draco. Draco moaned softly.

'Are you happy, Draco?' Harry asked.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

'Of course.'

'Good. It's just…well…I know that this isn't the manner in which you are accustomed to living, but…I've been trying.'

'I don't care about any of that. I'm happy because I'm here with you.'

'Oh…' Harry said, turning red.

Draco kissed the hollow of Harry's throat, his hands sliding on slick skin. Harry moaned happily.

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Hermione was sitting in the kitchen when they came downstairs, flushed from the shower. She raised her eyebrows but was grinning.

'Boys, how are you?' she asked, getting up to hug them.

'Fine, fine Hermione, but…where's Ron?' Harry asked.

'He…uh…he couldn't make it Harry.' Hermione stammered.

'Oh. I see.'

'I'm sorry, Harry. It's my fault.' Draco whispered.

'No. If Ron cannot accept that you are a part of my life now, then…then I guess…' Harry stopped, choking up.

Both Draco and Hermione knew Ron's behaviour was killing Harry. Draco began to make some coffee whilst Hermione tried to comfort Harry; he knew he couldn't help in this situation for, despite what Harry said, it was his fault. Ron hated the fact that not only was Harry gay (which he may have been able to deal with on its own), his lover was none other than Draco. Draco sighed, passing mugs to Hermione and Harry.

'I'm sure he'll come around, Harry. He just…needs time to adjust.' Hermione said.

Harry smiled wryly, saying nothing but shaking his head. Draco sat down at the table with them, regretting that he'd broken up their friendship.

'Maybe, maybe I'll visit Blaise and Pansy, and you can go see Ron…see if you can't straighten this out. If I'm out of the picture for a bit-'

'NO!' Harry cried, grasping Draco's hand tightly.
Draco's eyes widened, surprised.

'You can't leave me.' Harry whispered.

Draco shook his head, placing his cup on the table and lifting Harry's chin.

'I won't. Ever. But don't you want to sort this out with Ron?'

'Not if it means isolating you. He will either accept this on his own or not.'

Draco smiled, but knew Harry wasn't as brave as he sounded. Hermione sighed and they turned to her, astonished to see tears in her eyes.

'I'm sorry,' she whispered, wiping them away, 'It's just…you love each other so much. I can't believe Ron doesn't see that.'

She smiled at them.

'Silly, I know.'

Harry smiled back, whirling her out of her chair and dancing through to the living room. Draco followed, chuckling, listening to her protests. Eventually Harry released Hermione and all three sat down, talking well into the night. When Hermione left she kissed them both on the cheeks, promising once more that she'd talk to Ron.

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Harry stretched out on the bed, beckoning Draco forward with his eyes. Draco stood in the bathroom doorway, staring at Harry who wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. He grinned, raising an eyebrow.

'Come here…' Harry whispered.

'Oh, I don't know…' Draco responded, teasing.

Harry stuck his tongue out and rolled onto his side. Draco raced to the side of the bed, jumping to Harry's side. He kissed Harry's neck, his shoulders, his back, causing the boy to squirm. Harry rolled over, pressing his mouth violently against Draco's. Maybe tonight… There was an explosion of green light. Grimmauld Place was in ruins. Harry had a terrible stabbing pain in his head. He touched his face, his body, his arms and legs, determining that, although he may be injured he was still in one piece.

'Draco…?' he called out.

A/N: Th-th-th-that's all folks! :D I will write a follow-up, but can't guarantee it will happen any time soon as I am heading back to Uni (YAY! Last year!). If you keep an eye out for it I'll try and get at least a chapter up every month. If you want me to personally tell you when I put the first chapter up, lemme know in a review…I don't know what it will be called though. Hope you enjoyed it! :) Thanks to all who read and reviewed, and added it to story alerts!