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On Wednesday morning, they all woke up feeling exhilarated and restless.

Draco, particularly, woke up in a randy mood. He snuggled closer to Blaise and started kissing his face. Blaise turned to Draco and hugged him, he got hold of his wand and bade their pajamas to fold obediently at the bottom of the bed. Draco continued kissing him hungrily and licked trails to his throat, where he located the pulse point and bit lightly on it.

Going lower, he suckled and bit lightly Blaise's nipples, switching back and forth. He followed the happy trial, peppering it with kisses, until he arrived at Blaise's erection. Blaise tried to reciprocate, but Draco held him firm, growling sexily, "This is for you, Blaise!"

Draco returned to his cock and took the head in, savoring in the musky scent of Blaise. He slowly took more of the length in, suppressing effectively his gag reflex. Soon he had swallowed the whole, and raised up his head until only the cockhead remained within his mouth. He repeated these movements several times until Blaise clutched his head and whispered huskily, "No more, Draco, or I will come! And I want to come with you inside me. So hurry up, and I want it rough!"

Draco replied, "So you want it, Blaise! You'll have to work for it. Get on your hands and knees." After Blaise complied, Draco maneuvered him to the center of the bed. He muttered an incantation and a bottle of lube appeared on his hand. He used one finger, then two and finally three to prepare Blaise, saying things like "You should see how you look Blaise, with you taking obediently my fingers; how your hole seems to suck them in by itself. It must be hungry for my cock, and I can tell you it yearns for your tight, wet hole, waiting ready for me to plunge in."

Draco got closer to Blaise, and slipped his lubricated cock into Blaise's tight hole. He didn't wait for Blaise to adjust, but plunged right ahead, knowing it was the intensity that Blaise wanted right now. He was soon completely surrounded by Blaise, and pulled out, taking his cock completely out, only to plunge it relentlessly back in.

He said silkily to Blaise, "And just so you know. I appropriated one of the Twins' spy cubes, and it is recording our activities. I modified it of course, so it will only respond to our magical signatures. How say you, Blaise? I can't wait for you to see how hot you look spread out like this, writhing on my cock, with your own cock about to explode without being touched."

Blaise groaned at the mental imagery brought forth by Draco's words. He also felt his cock stabbing his prostate repeatedly. For a moment, entirely too brief in his opinion, he lived in this universe of thrust and counterthrust, of pressure and fullness. Then he came. He felt his cock spasm repeatedly and his inner muscles clenched, hoping to take Draco along, which they did. The feeling of Blaise's behind clamping him down was so exquisite for Draco that he came too.

Afterwards, Draco slipped out of Blaise and wandlessly cleaned them both. Then he lay together with Blaise. He said, "I love you. I want you to know that. The coming days may be uncertain; we will do everything we can to destroy the Dark Twit. I just want you to know that I will try to come back to you, to this, no matter what."

"Disregarding the Dark Lord's tricks, I will try my best to outwit him. But I need you to promise me something, Blaise!"

"What?"

"No more 'Draught of living death' or whatever was in the green vial. You have to stay put and man the ship. I can't dictate and tell you that you should live when you don't want to, but please give me time to come back. You know that I have plans within plans. Also, if the worst happens, consider becoming the leader of the Slytherins. They would follow you; they also require and need guidance and counsel."

Draco continued, "I think too much is made of my position as leader. I think if I were not here, eventually a similar group would have coalesced, around you, or Pansy, or Nott or Millie, or Daphne. They would have arrived at the goal by a different way."

Blaise replied, "I beg to disagree, Draco. No one could have that mix of force, cunning, will that you exude. No one else would have been able to convince Crabbe and Goyle to switch except you, by sacrificing yourself for their sons. You are truly one of a kind and our group needs you. And of course I'll always need and love you."

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After breakfast, Draco, together with Crabbe, Pansy, Goyle and Blaise approached Harry. Harry looked timidly at Draco and saw him wearing his deadliest smirk. He prepared to be utterly humiliated.

Draco said, "Can you tell me what happened yesterday, Potter?"

"We got rid of the Horcruxes?"

"And what happened before that?"

"What do you mean?" Asked Harry.

"Just before they began arriving, you didn't believe me when I told you I had that angle covered. Despite the fact that I've always delivered on my promises, or had compelling reasons not to, you haven't stopped distrusting me. There might come a time when this has a deleterious effect on us. When faced with a command or a split second decision, if you run your decision through your gauntlet, we'll be lost."

Draco continued, "You also promised that if I delivered the Horcruxes, you would do what I wanted for 3 hours!"

Harry looked beseechingly to Hermione. She just looked as smug and full of smirks as the Slytherins themselves. Harry felt betrayed.

Draco decided to end Harry's uncertainty. He drawled, "I've got the perfect thing to take our minds off matters: Quidditch! We will play three on three in our private Quidditch pitch. There'll be two teams, one with the redoubtable Mr. Potter as Seeker, and Crabbe and Ginny as Beaters, and one with Pansy as Seeker, and myself and Goyle as Beaters."

Harry, whose face had lit up at the thought of playing Quidditch against Draco again, promptly agreed, and tried to conceal his displeasure at Draco for not playing opposite him. However, Draco could read him like a book, apparently; for he took Harry and led him away from the group and asked him point blank: "What's the matter, Potter? I could swear you liked the idea, but then your face fell."

Harry answered, "It's just that I wanted to play against you as Seeker. I'm sure Pansy is good, but she is not you."

Draco considered the idea briefly, and then frowned, coming to a decision. He said in a loud voice, "Ladies and Gents, there's been a slight change of plans in the Slytherin team: I will be Seeker and Pansy will be Beater."

Pansy glared at Draco and was ready to state her reasons why she should remain Seeker, when he simply said, "Spy cube." Pansy visibly fought to contain herself and just continued her murderous glares directed against Draco and Harry.

Draco warned Harry, "We'd better watch out for Pansy, she'll try to hurt us from her position as Beater."

As Harry passed the dining room table, he thought she could hear Narcissa muttering under her breath "Precious Ally." The thought brought a quirky smile to his lips.

All in all, they played 5 games, and surprisingly enough, Draco won 4 of them. At the end the Beaters joined in hounding Draco's steps so Harry could catch the Snitch. Draco was right, and an irate Pansy kept them on their toes. Harry looked around him at the utter chaos of the game, with the balls wheezing around Draco, who tried ineffectually – and comically – to get away, the sight of an incensed Draco huffing and puffing as the balls got nearer was so funny, so warm, that he felt he would do whatever he needed so that moments like these could occur again.

After the games, house-elves appeared and laid quilts on the grass so they could have an impromptu picnic. The meal was as sumptuous as ever, but Draco was tipped off by Dobby's sighs of commiseration. Surely this meant that his mother and her devilish sisters were going to parade the Books!

Surely enough, when everybody had settled down to eat lunch, Narcissa, Andromeda and Bellatrix appeared with joined arms, trailing several books behind them.

Narcissa spoke, "I hope you are enjoying the picnic. As you know, our conditions for destroying the Horcruxes were that we be allowed to show you these books. These are simply scrapbooks with photos of Draco throughout his first years. It is important for us, for you, to see them because they show a side of Draco that few have seen. He's not always ruthless and vindictive; he can also be loving, caring, vulnerable. He cannot be one without the other."

Narcissa continued, "The books cover a range of about four years. You may wonder why they were not continued past that. The answer is that Lucius took more interest in shaping Draco's life, and photos were not his style. He would have probably hexed us if he knew."

Narcissa lowered her voice, "The books were very important for me personally, for I rejoiced in the love Draco brought into my life. They gave me hope that maybe some day, conditions would change and Draco could experience once again the full gamut of human expressions."

Draco hugged Narcissa tightly.

Narcissa took seven books and gave them to the group, saying that were photos of his first year. The group was astounded with the pictures of baby Draco laughing, smiling, being open and vulnerable. Only Pansy and Blaise had seen him express himself unencumbered by protocol. The photos were Wizarding ones, so the progress of little Draco could be seen. There were surprisingly few embarrassing photos, as Draco had feared, and the group did not dwell on them.

Andromeda passed the books for Draco's second year, and they witnessed his first steps, where soon he was stomping all over the place. In a series of photos they could see Andromeda with Narcissa and Draco, as she went to visit them, without Lucius knowing. Draco's gaze was surprisingly frank and unafraid.

Bellatrix gave them the books for third and fourth year. In one photo, she was there with Draco, smiling briefly. There were several photos of Snape and Draco, where you could see that Draco was desperately trying to sit like Snape, to smirk like him. There was even one photo were Draco's eyes were blue. He saw it, and explained, "That's when Lucius told me he had killed Dobby and I believed him. He just wanted to hurt me."

Narcissa curtsied to Draco and said, "Thank you for allowing us to see the photos."

Draco bowed, "No, thank you, Mother, for having the books made in the first place. They helped you. To me, they sustained me, not so much the photos as the loving memories they embrace, which were created by you. So I remain forever in your debt."

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After having seen the books – Harry prepared himself mentally to pass, but upon seeing a wild shock of blond hair which just demanded his attention, he just had to keep on watching all the photos, until he almost cooed at baby Draco – Harry made his way to the living room, where an incensed owl was waiting for him. The owl lifted its leg and Harry recognized one of the Twins' owls. After making sure that the letter did not contain Dark Magic, Harry opened it and read:

We hope this letter finds you well, Harry. We want to deeply apologize. We'd like to think we would have stopped if you made it clear, but we were too harsh and unforgiving. We really respect you as a friend and as a Wizard. We don't know how else to say how sorry we are; and of course, our earlier promise remains valid, we're ready when and if you decide to top.

We had a great time with you, so we're open to that possibility; but most of all, we've spent wonderful time together in school as friends, and we wouldn't give that up for the world.

Gred and Forge

Harry sighed. Truth to tell, he missed the boisterous Twins, and once or twice he might've missed the mischief they got into. He would get in touch with them, afterwards.

He noticed Goyle and Crabbe Seniors approaching. After a curt nod, they left to Draco's office. Soon everybody was gathered there for a spur-of-the-moment war conference, including Bellatrix. When the rest of the gang entered, Harry was surprised when the last to enter was the spy, Ravenclaw Mandy Broklehurst. The blonde looked ok, if a little pale.

Draco took center stage, as always, and spoke, "I want to thank the people who brought the Horcruxes." He nodded to Crabbe and Goyle Seniors, Bella, and bowed to Mandy. He continued, "You will be pleased to learn we destroyed them. Apparently, when we did, it caused some sort of reaction and a strange earthquake occurred in Liverpool. Now you probably know that the Dark Twit's hideout is under the Fidelius charm, which prohibits the persons from talking about the site. However, I suggested Hermione interrogate Mandy about physical features of the place which were permitted under Fidelius, she cross-referenced this information in a website about Liverpool, corrected possible sites following the path of the earthquake, and she came up with a place I'm 90 percent sure has the Dark Lord."

Draco continued, "I am sure Voldemort is aware that his Horcruxes were destroyed and he is mortal again. He will move to address this problem soon. It is imperative that we strike first, while he is weak." Draco could see that Mandy was fidgeting, so he asked, "Is there something the matter, Mandy?"

"Nothing, Draco. It's just that, discussing the Horcruxes, Voldemort was almost dismissive, as if he had something else up his sleeve."

"Thanks, Mandy. He probably had. We'll have to watch out for that. I suggest we attack tomorrow morning, and that we give no quarter. I suggest we use Dark Arts spells."

Hermione and Harry were outraged. To suggest that they use Dark spells was horrendous in their eyes, they loudly said so.

Draco exploded, "I've had it up to here pandering to Gryffindors! When you face the Death Eaters, how do you propose to stop them: talking about the weather, sending them Jelly-legs jinx, bat bogey hex, whatever the hell Hogwarts taught you, Wingardium leviosa, thatwon't help at all! The DE will laugh at you as he casts a Dark spell to maim you or kill you, or uses AK."

"Tell me if this will be your modus operandi so I can shut you in, before you put your life, or worse, the lives of my people in peril." Harry and Hermione looked ready to fulminate against the heartless Slytherins when they were halted by an unlikely source.

"Draco's right," said the voice of Ginny Weasley, "it is laughable to see you being so considerate with the lives of murderers. Hermione I can understand because she has never gone into battle, all her wars have been with books so she knows next to nothing about the coldness in men's hearts; but you Harry, have you forgotten the Creeveys, and Cedric?" "Against these scoundrels we need to use the same weapons they use, or we'll be like sheep. You have to do it from the outset and not say: 'Wait, I'll let them hex me so I can see what level they're at and then I'll choose that level'"

Ginny continued, "I know that when I go with you tomorrow I'll want to use them."

Harry and Hermione sputtered, and tried to change her mind, failing miserably, they turned twin glares on Draco, expecting him to cave to their demands that Ginny stay safe behind them.

However, naturally Draco disappointed them by refusing outright. He said, "The trials that Ginny has endured have given her maturity beyond her years. If she decides to fight, she is a welcome addition; I would only suggest to her that she may need the support of family near her. In case any DE tries to hit you or something, you should have an escort of two bodyguards. I would suggest the Twins. Do you want me to write to them and tell them so?" Ginny nodded once and Draco penned a quick note informing the Twins that their presence was required in the Manor to help Ginny, starting tomorrow morning at 8:00 o'clock.

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On Thursday, the last act of the war against Voldemort was supposed to take place. At 7:00 Crabbe and Goyle Sr showed up, together with those loyal to them, which numbered approximately 40 people. A while later, the Twins showed up. They were welcomed by hugs from Ginny and handshakes from Harry.

Draco stood and said, "We'll go as follows: Crabbe Sr will lead his men to the outer Northern edge of the map we provided. He will attack at 9:00. Goyle Sr and his men will prowl the Southern edge and take care of stragglers, at 9:00 they will attack and will drive the enemy to the house. This is a three-story house. You can forget the first and second floors. I'll put them under stasis. It is in the basement that the serpent waits. There is a tunnel that connects it to a nearby river and then the sea, so the snake can hope to escape. As soon as we're engaged I will set up anti-portkey and anti-apparition wards. For today you have a license to use any spell you see fit, Dark or Light, that license has been issued by Life itself. Any problems with that I will deal with opportunely in the Wizengamot."

"For some of us, this war started even before we were born. All our life have we been ordered around, pushed around, hurt by prejudices fuelled by the monstrous ego of the snake Voldemort. Together we take the war to his home. Today we start to avenge the loses of our friends and family. Go and make your ancestors, Muggle or Wizard, proud!"

For Harry time behaved very strangely that day. First it seemed to crawl slowly to 8:00 and 9:00 o'clock; then it sped tremendously and he was in the midst of the battle. Curses were flying left and right, and he himself was casting Dark spells!

He had been reclining near John, a friend of Goyle's, when John's arm was cut off by a vicious hex. He immediately turned towards the direction of the hex and shouted Sectumsempra, and watched the Death Eater fall.

There were fewer DEs in attendance, though they were ferocious. Many had been captured in the upper floors when Draco caged them. The ones in the basement were not so easily subdued, though. Then there was an explosion, and Harry asked what it was.

Draco replied, "The snake tried to use the tunnel, but the same spell that binds the occupants of the upper floors bars his entrance to the tunnel. The explosion is just to disturb him and let us know the knave tried to escape."

With that Draco looked at Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, Harry, Ginny and the Twins, and motioned to the basement. It was clear that he wanted to enter accompanied by them all.

They proceeded to do just that. Blaise and Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle started throwing hexes to the remaining 4 Death Eaters, the Twins hovered next to Ginny, protecting her, but hindering her actions, and Harry looked at Nagini.

Harry was interrupted by Draco's voice murmuring, "Potter, here!" And suddenly the Sword of Gryffindor was thrust in his hands. Having that great piece of art, he knew what he had to do.

He said in Parseltongue, "Come in, pretty. Come here!"

Nagini came close, hissing, "You speak my tongue, you!"

Harry approached enough, took aim and used the Sword of Gryffindor to decapitate Nagini. He chortled.

Voldemort yelled, "What have you done?"

The others were still fighting the Death Eaters, so Voldemort and Draco faced each other. The hexes started flying fast and deadly. Harry was watching them, transfixed. He realized that here there was no stately ballet of interchanging hexes, no flourishes like transfiguring objects and putting them in the paths of hexes to contain them. This duel was dirty and deadly, veritably to the death, without airy touches. So this made him wonder, truly wonder, whatever had transpired between Voldemort and Dumbledore at the duel in the Ministry of Magic, whether that was just a ploy to garner support from their inferiors.

Whatever, he needed to help Draco, or Draco would be history. So he pointed his wand to Voldemort and shouted Avada Kedavra!

And Voldemort's body was covered by the green light, and all his Horcruxes were destroyed. So that should have been the end of it.

Only it wasn't.

There was a noxious-looking green smoke that shot out of Voldemort and made for Ginny. It completely surrounded Ginny's face and entered her nostrils. Then it disappeared. For a moment her eyes gleamed red, then they recovered her natural color.

Draco directed subtly two pushing spells that moved the Twins 10 meters back. He needed them out of the way. He said to Harry, "Kill her, Potter!"

Harry was gobsmacked, "What?"

Draco insisted, "Just do it!"

Harry was confused. But then he remembered that Draco had been right, right about what to do, how to accomplish it, when to stop. He wasn't afraid of dirtying his hands. He had been brutally honest with him, the only one to do so. He'd given him chance after chance after chance. He showed surprising depth. He would trust him with his life. Seeing this was so, he would trust him with this event.

So Harry grimaced, turned towards Ginny and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"

And time moved again strangely for Harry.

There was time to see Draco as he ran and caught up with Ginny. Time for Ginny to look at Draco pleading for an explanation, or a way out. Time for Draco to move their bodies so they would both face the curse equally. Most of all, time for Harry to wish it was him instead of them that were the condemned ones.

But all moments must end, and so did this one.

The Killing Curse arrived and hit them.

Two still bodies hit the floor.

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