Draco stared into the mirror that Harry had enlarged over the mantle, nodding along to Hermione's incoming information.
"We think that we have gotten all of the students below sixteen down to the chamber, Harry, as well as stunned most of the suspected traitors here at the school. Ginny and I have the Carrows tied up as well. He has a man here, one of his death eaters, standing in for Headmaster. He will soon find them and alert Voldemort of your presence."
"You are certain that he will take the bait?"
Hermione nodded with a smirk, "Neville Polyjuiced into you for the ambush, they will claim that Harry Potter had done it."
Harry smiled.
"Perfect. Get everyone into position. I will be there shortly."
He turned to Draco, pressing a kiss onto his forehead.
"Please, Dray?"
"No," he replied stubbornly, "I am not staying here. I will fight. This is my war too!"
Harry shook his head, deciding to employ a different strategy.
"But what if you get shot, Dray? Your pain would distract me from battle, and if you died I could follow before being able to kill Tom."
Draco scowled.
"I will not stand by."
Harry frowned.
"You will not fight."
Draco bowed his head, attempting to persuade Harry into not being angry with him, but still he did not sway.
"I will have my part in this war."
Harry nodded assuredly, shoving the Marauder's Map into his hands.
"You can watch from the tower with the map."
"No. I want to help, Harry!"
Harry growled, knocking Draco back onto the sofa.
"You will listen to me!"
"I want to help!"
Harry jerked him up by his hips.
"You will help by telling others on our side where to go."
Draco frowned.
"I can what?"
Harry calmed slightly, but did not release him.
"Hermione made us magical headsets, like what the muggles have. You will maneuver us. It was originally going to be done by Ron, but seeing as how we haven't heard from him since I sent him away…"
Draco nodded.
"Okay. As long as I am of some use to you."
"You will not leave the tower unless it is unsafe for you to remain."
Draco nodded again.
"Yes, Dominant."
Harry petted his hair, tugging him toward the floo.
"Come along, my own. We have a war to fight."
"Harry!" Draco stopped him before they disappeared.
"Yes?"
Draco hugged him tight, breathing in his scent.
"I love you."
Harry embraced him closely, pulling back only to dominate his mouth in a kiss.
"And I love you, Dragon, so very very much."
-break-
Harry crouched down underneath his invisibility cloak, eyeing the area with suspicion. Death Eaters were approaching, but he wasn't here for them.
No, he was here for one only.
But where was he?
As if called forward by Harry's frustrated thoughts, the snake-like man appeared, clothed in his black robes and hatred.
Harry focused intently on him, calling out with his mind.
"Just you and me, Tom. It's only fair."
He saw Voldemort's eyes flash.
"I don't play fair, Harry Potter. I play to win."
Harry smirked.
"Why not? Scared to take me on, one on one? Don't think that you can take it?"
Voldemort straightened, eyes gleaming.
"Do not help me," he ordered loudly, "Harry Potter is mine."
A sphere of protection sealed in the two of them, and Harry took a moment to notice that the shield was not transparent. The others would not be able to see him.
He tore away his cloak, letting it hang from his back.
"You are a coward, Harry Potter, taking so long to come before me. Letting people die as you waste time."
Harry rolled his eyes, summoning his strength.
"I have no time for one of your crazy villain monologues."
Voldemort bared his teeth, wielding his wand in front of him.
"The boy who lived will die tonight by my hand. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"Expelliarmus!"
The bolts of light combined, Harry's red inching along towards Voldemort's sickly green. Slowly and painfully, Harry pushed.
"Harry!"
He stumbled when he heard Draco's voice through the shield, his light retreating toward him.
"No! Please, Harry!"
Harry bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed, realizing that he couldn't even feel the bond through the shield that Voldemort had brought up.
He focused on the bead of light between their spells, pushing with all his might. It started again towards the Dark Lord, and Harry saw a bit of fear in his cold eyes.
"Dominant!"
Harry pushed as hard as possible, watching as Voldemort's wand cracked in two, the green of his own spell forced back at him.
He staggered before falling to the ground, his shield coming down with him.
Harry didn't even check to make sure he was dead, instead turning to gather his submissive into his arms.
"Hush," he soothed, "I'm fine. I'm okay."
He looked up at the surrounding masses, watching in a daze as death eaters fell to their knees in pain, only to be incarcerated by whomever they were dueling.
He felt his legs give away, crumpling to the ground with Draco landing atop him.
"Harry?"
Harry reached up to thread a hand through Draco's hair, pulling him down for a chaste kiss.
"Merlin, I love you," Harry whispered.
Draco nodded, making to move off of him.
"I just need to rest for a little while, pet."
Draco brushed away the hair from his eyes.
"Okay, Harry. You just rest okay?"
Harry let his eyes close for a second, before gripping Draco's hand.
"Why did you leave the tower?"
Draco gave him a look of confusion, then dread.
"Please don't be angry, Harry! I couldn't feel the bond! I had to-"
"No," Harry rasped, "you could have been hurt."
"Please don't be angry, Dominant."
Harry growled.
"You will not leave my side until I give you leave."
Draco looked around at the damage of the battle, nodding at Hermione, who was leading the injured to the hospital wing.
"Deal. Can we go home?"
Harry chuckled, tired and weary from the effort of his push and pull with Voldemort.
"Is the grey menace dead?"
Draco ran over to the corpse and kicked it, hurriedly running back.
"Yes."
"Then let's go home."
AN: I think that I may do an epilogue, but this is the end. Keep your eye out for the wrap-up!