All Over My Body

by Diya Mond

"Trust Neville to do great, awful magic that blew up in his face. They were used to it, really. But did he have to drag everyone in it ?" One thing leads to another and Harry successfully become friends than lovers with Draco. Is hoping for soulmate too much ?

Trust Neville to do great, awful magic that blew up in his face. They were used to it, really.

But did he have to drag everyone in it ?

"I still don't understand how he managed it," Hermione frowned at the miserable looking gryffindor.

Neville had grown a lot in the last two years and the whole female population of Hogwarts had taken notice. Quite a few males too, but Neville was as straight as they came and they couldn't do much about it. Also, Neville only had eyes for one Luna Lovegood and was convinced she was the only one for him. He was so sure of it that he had secretly asked his grandmother to send over an ancient kind of almost-forbidden book of spells and found one he was sure would make her realise they were made for each other, give her proof of his undying love.

Well he had definitely found something.

"Is the line still as long as it was at lunchtime ?" Ron asked Dean who walked into the common room, looking shaken.

"Huh ? Yeah, but it's damn capricious," he shrugged but his expression was still troubled.

It wasn't. But the process was complex magic and needed time to replenish between uses.

"Who is it ?" Hermione asked curiously making Dean blush and quickly cover his right wrist with his left hand.

"I- It- I have to go," he abruptly turned around and left the common room again.

"A hundred bucks on Seamus," Ron made a face. "These two are way too close."

"They're best friends," Harry reminded him.

"We are best friends. They are more," Ron insisted and Harry tried to think about anything weird about the two.

"That would be hard on their friendship," Hermione sighed. "Imagine if Harry's name appeared on your skin."

Ron and Harry stared at each other in shocked disgust and burst out laughing. Nah. Impossible.

Neville whined from his place near the fire a few feet away from them, and Harry walked over to offer some of his muggle chocolate.

"Don't be like that, Nev," he pated his friend's shoulder as he lowered himself down on the floor beside his hunched over form.

"I was so sure..." he mumbled.

"You guys can still be great friends and now you know who your real soulmate is." Neville let out a hollow chuckle at that. "Do you know who appeared on Luna ?" He asked curiously.

"No one," Neville sighed and put his hand in the chocolate covered peanuts packet.

"What does it mean ?" Hermione asked eagerly as she joined them in front of the fire. Ron groaned but followed.

"The book said it either means she's not ready to find them yet or that they aren't born," he explained around a mouthful.

"What if they're... dead ?" Ron asked grabbing the packet from Harry's hand.

Neville shook his head and took the candies back.

"They wouldn't be soulmates if they weren't destined to at least meet," he explained.

"Can I borrow it ?" Hermione bit on her lips. "The book ?"

Neville shrugged, put his hand in his pocket to retrieve a tiny book the size of a finger and waved his wand at it. It suddenly grew into a big tome, the leather cover almost falling to pieces.

Hermione quickly took the handed token before Neville could change his mind and nodded in thanks. Harry smiled softly as he watched her get lost in the magical words.

The next week was chaotic. Couples were made and broken as more and more names were tattooed across skins.

Harry kept away from the fifth floor all together. He had seen the mirror the day Neville installed it. It was beautiful, quite similar to the mirror of Erised, but oval and the glass wasn't reflecting anything, it looked like sparkly water was trapped inside and whirled around in beautiful ways. The liquid was usually light blue, but when someone touched it, it shone and it looked like every colour swam under the surface before it settled and magic crossed the material and ran from the point of contact to settle somewhere on the person's skin, branding a name. Their soulmate's name.

He still remembered a smiling Neville using an echoing spell to call everyone to the fifth floor. He looked so proud and excited as he stood in front of Luna and as much of the school student body that could fit in the corridor. Luna had just smiled patiently at him and waited.

Neville had explained how he had charmed the mirror to reveal one's soulmate. How it would need a resting time between uses, proportional to the previous user's magical power. It could go from ten seconds to four days according to the old text he had found it in.

Nobody knew what appeared at the end of the purple shining trail that spread on Neville's skin. It looked like it went up to his elbow, but Neville had taken one hopeful look at it and had paled. Luna had smiled softly at him and kissed his cheek, wishing him luck. An hour later, Ginny had found out Blaise Zabini was her supposed soulmate. She had been furious at being paired with such a womaniser, but quickly got over it as he started to woo her.

Harry sighed as he made his way to Potions and his heartbeat quickened as he caught sight of whitish blond hair.

"Harry !" Professor Slughorn greeted him cheerfully. "I'm happy to see you're on time, unlike many of your comrades."

Harry realised the classroom was half empty. Their eighth year promotion mixed with seventh years in all classes except DADA. Only eight out of twelve desks were filled. And even at those, some pairs were only half complete.

Sighing, he walked over to where Hermione was sitting and sat down too. His best friend was still engrossed by Neville's book and patted his shoulder as a greeting as he sat but didn't raise her head from the old yellow pages.

As they waited for whoever would still join them, Harry discreetly looked over to where Malfoy sat alone. Blaise was nowhere to be seen, and as Ginny was in their potions class and missing too, Harry guessed they had lost track of time. Again. Malfoy looked unfairly good, head propped up in his hand as he stared ahead with a bored expression. He made it look so effortless. Harry was lost in the sight and couldn't tear his eyes away until Hermione cleared her throat. He blushed and snapped his head to her.

"Why don't you try and talk to him ?" She asked with a soft, patient smile on her face.

"You know why," he answered just as softly.

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you anymore," she tilted her head to the side. "I'm not sure he ever did."

Harry scoffed but didn't answer. Hermione was the smartest witch, but she tended to see things in black and white, though it got better since the war ended.

"Don't you want to try ?" He asked her suddenly, desperate to change subject as he always did when she tried to get him to talk to Malfoy.

Hermione frowned and looked down at the open book in front of her. She sighed as her forefinger caressed the page.

"I'm... scared," she admitted and Harry didn't push. She paused for a moment and sighed again. "Look at Neville. He was so sure. I'm sure, but... even if he's not the one, Ron is..."

"I get it," Harry said as she seemed stuck for words. "You don't have to do it."

"It's either I or Ron," she smiled sadly at him. "One of us is doomed to cave."

"I've bet on you," he smiled back earning him a soft chuckle.

Slughorn called for attention just as Ginny and Blaise ran in, Ginny blushing bright red and Blaise smirking proudly. Thanks everything holy Ron hadn't made it to Advanced Potions.

The next week Hermione caved. Harry gagged as he caught the couple naked in his bedroom, Ron sucking over the patch of skin on Hermione's left thigh where his full name was freshly branded. But he was too happy to hold it against them. He had always known they were perfect for each other, but it was a relief to have it confirmed.

A lot of people resented her though as her magic was strong enough to put the mirror out of service for three days and a half. A record then.

"Nev ?" Harry asked as he passed the hunched form on his way to the library around ten one night. Eighth years had an extended curfew that went until midnight and freely roaming the empty halls at night was pleasing, though he still liked to pull out the invisibility cloak every once in a while.

"Please, leave me alone," the broken voice answered from where he was sitting in front of an arched window.

Neville looked miserable. His knees pulled up to his chest and face resting against the cold glass, looking out through the blurry sight of the forbidden forest through the rain. His cheeks looked wet and Harry felt uncomfortable. However, Neville was a dear friend and he couldn't just leave him like that, so he sat down near his feet and waited patiently.

"She doesn't believe me," he murmured after a few minutes spent in silence.

"How can she not ?" Harry immediately understood who he was talking about, well who she was to his friend's but not who yet.

"She's stubborn..." Neville shrugged. "And she doesn't want me. At all."

"Whatever. You're her soulmate, she'll have to come around," Harry grinned.

"I'm not so sure," Neville scoffed and Harry realised how hard it had to be for him. The guy had pulled off a damn hard spell all to get the girl he liked, but it turned out she just wasn't for him. And now that he had made peace with it and tried to go to the one who was, he got rejected. Again.

"Let's go for a fly," he offered as he stood up.

Neville hesitated but in the end the idea of fresh rain hitting him as he soared through the wind must have been too tempting. Harry loved flying through rain. It was purifying in a way. And you got to be alone which was a luxury for The Boy Who Lived.

They quickly made their way to the Quidditch locker rooms and grabbed their broom. They raced to the forbidden forest and Harry allowed himself to fly in loops around though Neville couldn't imitate him.

"You can't understand," Neville smiled sadly as they paused above the lake, their brooms slowly moving forward as they looked down at the dark surface and saw the shape of the giant octopus move beneath. "You're Harry Potter, no one would ever reject you." Harry scoffed as a picture of a boy with the lightest hair and coldest eyes flashed through his mind, making his heart ache. "You don't realise how many people tried to trick the mirror into branding your name on them."

Harry knew who he was now. What he was. The wealth and authority, the respect and deference, it all irked him. He just wanted to be normal, but this train had never stopped by.

"Seamus did it today," Neville said as they lowered close enough to tease the surface of the water, Harry easily avoiding the lazy tentacle that broke through.

"It had been hard on him," Harry mused. "Having his best friend avoid him."

"They got into a huge fight in Ancient Runes because Seamus insisted Dean took his glove off," Neville told Harry, looking less sad than half an hour ago. "Then he stormed off and came back with a shot eating grin and planted one on him right there, in front of everyone. Merlin, we thought Dean was going to faint."

Harry chuckled. He had heard some of it already but he realised knowing the mirror helped others helped Neville feel better about the whole ordeal.

"Won't you try it ?"

Harry froze for a second before he forced his body to relax.

"Sorry mate," he shook his head.

"'S alright," Neville waved him off and pushed his broom back above solid ground. He was a dozen feet away when he turned around and sent a small smile to Harry. "Pansy Parkinson."

Harry's jaw dropped. He tried to picture Neville and Pansy together. The sweet, awkward botany nerd with the cold, popular pure blood. He felt a wave of sympathy for Neville.

"I'm sure it'll all work out in the end," he finally said, and realised he really believed it. "Didn't you have a tiny crush on her in second year ?" He half-joked.

"All through fourth year," he ducked his head in embarrassment. "Good night, Harry. Thank you."

Harry grinned at him and waved in goodbye. He flew a bit longer and let himself go faster than he could with Neville. After he had worked up quite a sweat, he went back to the Quidditch pitch to put his broom away, however he stopped dead in his track as he saw someone was flying there. His mouth went dry as he watched the graceful way Draco flew around the pitch chasing the small snitch. Harry had always loved watching Draco fly, he was all grace and agility, and he never looked as relaxed as he did on his broom even when they were playing serious games in front of hundreds of students.

Almost unconsciously, he lowered on his broom and kicked off, soaring through the air and cutting right in front of the blond, chasing after the golden snitch too. He heard the startled gasp and saw Draco jump back from the corner of his eyes, and turned to see how he would react.

They stared at each other for a tense moment, Harry squirming under the steel gaze, as the snitch buzzed around them, breaking the peaceful silent of the night. No words were exchanged as Draco got back into position and the light rain made his hair stick to his skin and his clothes tight around his body like they had often done before during their face off. Harry's breath caught in his throat and he prayed it was too dark for Draco to see the blush spreading on his face or the way his pupils widened more than the darkness required.

They both chased after the snitch and fell into a familiar dance. Harry smiled as he looped around the Slytherin former seeker and missed the snitch by a hair above, only to be passed by the blond a second after in a daring upward shot. This was why he had quit Quidditch. If Draco wasn't there to play against him, it wasn't as exciting. Only Draco could get his blood boiling that way, only he could keep up with him on the pitch, they played their own game, just the two of them engaging in a fast, unpredictable choreography no one ever managed to follow.

Happiness and disappointment battled as Harry's fingers closed around the golden ball a feet from the ground. They both stopped and got off their broom. They were breathing heavily, wet from both rain and sweat now.

"It was nice," Harry smiled widely, unable to help himself.

"Why don't you get your place back ? No one's as good," Draco complimented but his tone was detached.

"Thanks," Harry blushed and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, though being complimented by Draco made him giddy with joy. "The same goes for you."

"I haven't been offered to come back," Draco quirked an eyebrow and went to the lockers.

Harry followed him, his face falling as he heard the regret hiding in the cold words. They didn't talk anymore as Draco quickly put his broom away and left without another word.

The day after, Harry tried to catch his eyes in Potions and Transfiguration, than again in DADA but Draco acted the same as always. Well the same as he did since the end of the war, with cold politeness.

After dinner, Neville offered to go for another fly around the lake, which Harry quickly agreed to, needing to get rid of his disappointment.

"She agreed to get to know me," he announced with a small smile. "In exchange I have to tutor her in Herbology."

"Good luck with that," Harry grinned remembering how Pansy acted around dirt.

"You don't realise how romantic plants can be," Neville grinned bemusedly.

"Oh ! Hagrid invited me over this afternoon for tea," he told Neville as they flew close to the forbidden forest. "He tried it."

"Really ?" Neville's smile was proud and excited. "It did feel wrong that only students used it."

"Guess who he's visiting next week ?" Harry grinned widely, happy for his close friend. "Madame Olympe Maxime."

"Knew it !" Neville laughed and tried to fly in a loop in excitement but failed miserably. Thankfully, Harry was here to steady him.

As happened the day before, Neville left earlier and Harry flew solo for a while before heading to the pitch. He felt hope sizzle quietly in his guts and couldn't help it from turning into bubbling joy as he met Draco there.

They went right for it. Harry's heart almost burst as Draco insulted him when a cross made him fly down and away from the snitch.

From then on, every night Harry met Draco on the pitch. Draco still ignored him in class and during the day in general, but here on the pitch as they competed for victory, Harry got back the old Draco who cursed him and was loud and arrogant and he loved it.

"You look happier," Ron remarked, uncharacteristically insightful as he munched on a slice of bacon.

"Nice weather," Harry shrugged, though his eyes betrayed him and went to the slytherin table were Draco sipped on a cup of tea while Pansy talked to him. Nobody noticed and Harry carefully swept his eyes over the whole table, unseeing the people there, before he looked back at his friend.

"Cold weather though," Hermione remarked, her eyes had a knowing glint Harry didn't care for.

"Clears up the mind," he shrugged and busied himself with the treacle tart in front of him.

Hermione hummed but let it go as did Ron. Before leaving the Great Hall, Harry allowed himself to look back at the slytherin table and his breath caught as he met a pair of beautiful silver eyes. He smiled shyly at Draco who in turn just frowned. Harry then hurried out and spent the rest of the day nervously going over the scene.

He shouldn't have worried as when he stepped into the pitch, Draco went right back into their familiar routine. The game lasted longer than usually though and by the end of it, they both fell on the grass in exhaustion. They were two feet apart, but Harry felt warm all over as he lay beside Draco.

"My mother says hello."

Harry snapped his head to the side but Draco was resolutely staring at the sky.

"That's nice," he answered dumbly. "How is she ?"

"We're former death eaters, our reputation is ruined, everyone hates us," Draco said in a monotone. "Father left for France."

Harry didn't know what to say as he hadn't expected Draco to open up. He knew about the divorce, like everyone else, but to hear it from Draco's directly... It felt intimate.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

"It's better that way."

"I don't hate you," he couldn't help but add, feeling strangely exposed as Draco slowly turned to look him in the eyes questioningly.

"You're too good, Potter," Draco said and something indescribable in those silver orbs taunted Harry.

"And you're not that bad," was the only thing he dared to respond, afraid that if he opened the faucet and said anything else, he would end up confessing much more than he was ready for.

Draco's lips turned upward in the shadow of a smile and it was the most beautiful sight Harry had seen in a long time, it made him weak in the knees and he was happy they were lying down.

It was a few nights later when Draco finally spoke about it. They had taken to laying down on the grass to stare up at the night sky when it wasn't raining.

"Why haven't you done it yet ?" The blond asked as they munched on a snack Harry had gotten from the kitchens before coming.

Harry coughed on the cereal bar he had been eating and had to sit up not to choke.

"W-what ?" He asked again, praying the blond hadn't been talking about his virginity so casually. Praying he hadn't been asking about it at all.

"The mirror," Draco frowned at him. "Don't you want to know ?"

"I..." Harry blushed at how inappropriate his mind could be around the blond slytherin. "I'm not sure," he confessed. "What if they're not who I want them to be ?"

There was a minute of silence while Harry daydreamed about what it would be like to have Draco's name branded onto his skin, before Draco sat up too. Harry turned to see he was looking at him with wide eyes.

"Not who you want ? Does the Golden Boy have the hots for someone ?" He asked, and the familiar mocking smirk he liked so much was there.

"Uh ?" Harry realised what he had involuntary confessed and blushed.

"Damn," Draco looked shocked. "Why haven't you confessed then ?"

"How- ?" Harry was the one staring back with wide eyes now.

"Easy," the blond shrugged. "You wouldn't be single if you had. No one would reject the Saviour."

"They would," Harry looked down and started playing with the grass to avoid the inquiring eyes.

"I don't think so," Draco leaned closer. "Come on, tell me who they are and I'll help you seduce their pants off."

Harry blushed brighter at having the object of their discussion talking about being seduced close to his ear.

"I know how my popularity is right now, but remember how it was a few years back," Draco smirked arrogantly and Harry wanted to kiss him so bad.

"Forget it," he threw himself back down and stared up at the dark sky.

"You're no fun," Draco complained before laying back down too.

A few days later, Draco came up to him in the corridors as they exited the grand hall. Harry was shocked that the slytherin acknowledged him in public but he was too happy to hide it, and smiled brightly at the blond.

"I'll be late," he told him and Harry could only nod like a silly dog, eager to please his master.

"No problem !" He assured him and saw his friend's amused faces from the corner of his eyes.

"I have to retake that stupid Divination test," he grumbled before turning around. He was about to go away when Hermione piped in and Harry wanted to kiss her for that.

"I do too !" She complained hotly. "Thats so stupid, isn't it ?"

"And useless," Draco nodded, making a disgusted face.

"Uh uh," Hermione fell into steps beside him as they all found themselves heading to the library.

Ron threw Harry an exasperated look but Harry was too happy for the opportunity Hermione had just created. As the four students sat down in an empty corner of the library, Harry realised howy easily Draco fit in their group. He was acting just like he had back then, the cruel streak less, and he was fitting perfectly between Ron's jibes and Hermione intellectual remarks. For a moment, Harry allowed himself to imagine what it would have been like to have been friends like this since first year. What it would have changed.

As most classes were over and more students started to fill in, Harry noticed how tense Draco grew, how he would talk less and lower his tone. It saddened him. He loved Draco loud and arrogant. Not cold and subdued. Draco's name fitted him better than his look, because he was fire inside, boiling emotions and bright. That's how he was supposed to be, not try to erase his presence.

"I'm leaving first," the slytherin said softly around the twentieth weird look tehy received.

"Alright, see you in an hour," Hermione acknowledged, still frowning over a book on Divination.

"See ya," Ron yawned from his slouched position and waved lazily.

Harry just smiled at him, feeling warm and full just from spending this time with him. When Draco's lips tilted up in the smallest smile known to men, Harry's own strectched to a hurting point.

"Muggle studies, I understand after everything," Draco complained as he toyed with the snitch he had caught tonight. "But wh is it so important we all take divination ?"

"To understand why madmen gives it such importance ?" Harry answered around a bite of egg sandwich.

"Granger was pulling her hair out when the professor handed her a cup of tea," Draco smirked. "She was praying for the crystal ball. At least, she wouldn't have been corrected ever two words."

"The leaves really showed a whale ?" Harry asked curiously.

"I totally second her guess, the mud looked like mud."

"Speaking of mud, let's head to the showers," Harry said as he finished the last of his sandwich.

The joked about the make-up test until they reached the lockers, Harry loving the easy way the conversation flew.

"And she was so impressed, she didn't doubt me for a second-" Draco said but the rest was drown out as he took his shirt off and Harry's mouth went dry.

The golden boy stood frozen as he stared at all the perfect skin Draco was displaying, unaware of the hungry eyes on him. He gulped as Draco shamelessly took the rest off and stood in his glory nakedeness in front of him, unothered and unconscious of how affected Harry was.

Harry had played Quidditch many years and though he had declined the offer to come back, he still helped in training here and there. In other words, Harry was used to naked men. Naked people, men or women, did little to him. He could appreciate beauty with an objective eye, but he had logn given up on finding what he was attracted to. Because as it turned out he wasn't hetero or homo or even bi, he was simply Dracosexual. Oh, he had fantasmed, dreamed, imagined, but everything paled next to the real picture. As Draco obliviously turned around and headed into the showers, he offered the magnificient sight of his buttocks to a bewildered HArry who was torn between turning away to get himself under control, and drinking up the most of it while it lasted.

"Come on, Potter," Draco called out and Harry quickly started pulling off his clothes.

He did his best not to look as they showered next to each other, but his eyes went on their own, as if afraid they'd miss anything.

"Why the fuck are you taking it cold ?" Draco complained as he reached over to turn the water to hot, and their skin almost brushed and that was too much for Harry.

He didn't know why, he didn't even think about it. His hands found Draco's head on their own, the pulled it up and brought it closer without a second of conscious thought from him.

He hadn't gotten back enough control yet to remember who initiated the kiss, what he did remember afterwards was how eager Draco was.

Never in his dream had he made justice to how perfect it was, the feel, the smell, the taste. He was overwhelmed but begging for more. It was soft and loving, but as soon as Draco's hands were on his naked back it turned frantic and wild. Harry ran his hands everywhere, he took anything he could, gave as much as he could. When Draco moaned in his mouth, he found himself lost. He picked him up and pushed him into the wall under the now warm jet of water. Draco immediately wrapped his legs around him and their hardness touched.

"Wh-what ?" Harry pulled away long enough to ask, feeling bad about doing it like that. He needed to hear his consent.

"Shush," Draco put his forefinger on his lips, looking him straight in the eyes. There wasn't an ounce of doubt swimming in the silver irises, Harry was trying to decipher what was, but Draco quickly went back to kissing him and their eyes closed on their own.

His hips gave the first grind unconscioulsy, his bod just needed to do something about the ache, but when Draco threw his back, arch and moaned, Harry had to do it again. It was his duty. He had to please Draco. He looked straight at him as he pumped his hips, making their dicks rub together in a delicious way. Draco had never looked as beautiful as he did, lost in pleasure, ivory skin stained by the most perfect blush, mouth open, eyes hooded and features tight, his graceful neck offered to Harry who could not refuse and bent down to taste the skin there.

He loved it when Draco's hand grabbed at his hair, pulling the strand but pushing him closer at the same time as if he wasn't sure he could take all the pleasure but wanted to nonetheless. He couldn't get enough, Harry went back and forth, eating his mouth and bending down to taste the rest of him, everything was delicious, and the sounds Draco made pushed him almost urgently, they were grinding hard now and Harry paused in his ministrations to look down at them, as precum leaked from both and made the friction even better. He jumped as Draco's pale hand appeared in his sight and wrapped around them. He groaned as he started pumping and he lost his rthm, pumping fast and hard to follow Draco's pace.

Draco came first, but by a second. They were still panting, but HArry couldn't hold him up anymore and slowly let Draco's legs touch the ground, but neither moved to disconnect. They silently washed up, still close to each other, skin brushing, breath mixing, but eyes not meeting.

It had been perfect, but Harry almost regretted it. Had he ruined it all ? He didn't want to lose their friendship.

As they got out of the showers, Draco sent a quiet scourgify at their clothes and they dressed up in silence. Now that he didn't have their proximity rassuring him, HArry was starting to panic.

"Dra-" he started but the other turned away and left.

Harry didn't sleep that night. He barely got a any sleep the next four days, as Draco stopped coming to the Quiddicth pitch. He barely ate and was in such a low mood, it took both Ron and Neville to get him to go flying at night. He tried catching Draco in the corridors and even debatted going up to him during lunch once, but he knew it was a bad idea to corner him so.

The fifth night, Harry had convinced his friends to let him fly solo, and ended up in the bleachers, staring up at the stars like the heroine of a bad sappy movie. He fell asleep sometime during his stargazing and when he woke up he found Draco standing over him. The blond was frowning at him and looked angry enough.

"Draco !" Harry shouted still happy to see him. "I- I- I'm so sorry for what happ-"

"Shut it, Potter. I wanted it too or you wouldn't have gotten any," Draco frowned and frowned even harder at Harry's blush. "I can't stop thinking about it," he spat out and it was the furthest thing from a confession. Everything from his petulant, angry face, to his disgusted voice showed how little he enjoyed that.

Harry gulped and remained silent, waiting for what was coming next, afraid to mess it up somehow.

"It's unfair that you, the blushing virgin, turn out to be so good at it," He glared down at Harry before climbing onto his laps and Harry's brain shortcutted. "And that even down there, you beat me," Draco sneered down at the tent growing under Harry's pants and ground down hard earning a whine from the frozen gryffindor. "Who knew you packed a basilisk down there," he mused, voice part awe part disgust. "Unfair," he repeated before catching Harry's lower lip and biting hard.

He didn't know what was happening. It wasn't romantic or even happy, but it was good. So good. Harry found his hands grabbing Draco's arse before his mind could give a proper command and just went with it. They made out and Harry had to recognise, despite his inexperience, that it was incredible. They fit perfectly, and the feelings were out of this world. This time, it was he who scourgified them and Harry waited in apprehension for Draco to get up and leave. Instead, the blond stood up and pulled a snitch out of his pocket.

As they soared through the nightsky, Harry was beaming like a child on Christmas morning.

They settled into this new rythm where they would still meet up every night, but now Quidditch was either preceded, followed or even replaced by hot session of almost sex. Two night ago, Draco had blown him for the first time, and Harry was still walking on cloud nine. It was even more special because Draco had admitted he had never done it to anyone before.

"The mirror is going to be taken down tomorrow morning," Headmistress McGonagall announced at dinner. "I know the majority of you had already had the privilege to use it, so we have agreed on giving the rest enough time should they chose to do so as well," Harry squirmed as she met his eyes. "Many students have asked their teachers why such useful magic wasn't common use in our world and they received many responses. For one, your fellow comrade charmed the mirror perfectly, I've personall checked, but it has also happened that one failed and the wrong names appeared and you can imagine how hard it was for the victims before the failure was discovered. Also, we believe in freedom of choice, and the fact is, though it is extremely rare, some people reject their soulmates because of different factors such as social pressure, family expectation or even current love interest, but to be made aware of your soulmate is a strong magic, and the rejected soul suffers greatly. Which is why the magical world, as one, has decided long ago to forbid the use of such magic," this time she stared at Neville who blushed and looked down. "Seeing how hard those last years have been on you, and how brave you all have been, it has been allowed by the ministry that you enjoy the privilege if you chose to. You had enough hardships that the council argued you deserve a little something to ease your future life. Know that it is a special exception and that you have the honor of being the only people in many generations to get the truth tattooed upon your skin. It has been mostly joy up until now, but I hope that should it become a burden for anybody, they will come to find me."

She ended her speech by repeating that the privilege to learn of your soulmate would disappear in less than a day, and the entire hall remained silence for a few minutes. Harry himself was running her words around in his head. What if he went to the mirror and it was not Draco's name that appeared on his skin ? He knew that he was the one for him, felt it in his bones. But what if ? And what if it was Draco's name that appeared but he was rejected ?

He dind't eat much then and only found solace when he finally met up with Draco on the Quidditch pitch. Draco looked preoccupied too. He was silent and thoughtful.

This time, they did it gently, slowly. It was fluid and almost natural when Draco pulled up his legs and brought his hands down to his opening. Harry's heart was almost bursting as he prepared Draco, and when they finally joined, all thoughts of soulmates flew out of his head. Draco was tight and so hot, it was maddening.

"You're perfect," he confessed as he looked down at Draco's tight face. The blond was panting and moaning in pain, but Harry couldn't stop. He went as slowly as possible and wrapped his hand around Draco's penis to give him peasure too.

A few moments later, he started to relax, those throaty, sexy little sounds coming out of his mouth as he held onto Harry. It was messy and quick, he didn't last long. It was too good. To make it up, he took Draco in his mouth and applied everything he had learned to make him quiver in pleasure.

They laid down, dressed and satisfied. Harry still couldn't believe he had lost his virginity to Draco Malfoy. It was like a dream come true. No, even better than that.

"Why haven't you tried ?" Harry asked Draco adn they both knew he was talking about the mirror.

"Nobody wants to be trapped with me," Draco scoffed. "I don't need the reminder on my skin that I'm unwanted." Harry frowned at him. "Don't look at me like that," the slytherin chuckled.

"You're dumb," Harry rolled his eyes, wishing he had the courage to speak.

That night, as Harry went up after a quick goodbye kiss in the corridor, he realised that he needed to know. He was going to confess to Draco, but he needed to know first. To be sure. To make the other see.

He silently walked up to the fifth floor and stopped in front of the mirror. It lit up the corridor, its shimmering moving surface sending a light glow that gave the palce a mystical feel. He took in a deep breath and raised his hand. His fingers hesitated a milimeter away from the surface, the magic underneath pulsing, calling for him, before he gave in and touched the cold surface. It felt like a mirror, but you could also feel the movements underneath your palm, millions of tiny magical particules swaying and prickling at your skin. The light grew until it was almost blinding and Harry should have panicked because it hadn't ever done that, but the magic felt good, he knew he didn't have to worry. He felt a smile grow on his face as the rainbow shimmering turned green and it ran up his body, but then, another trail ran onto the opposite sight of his hand, than another, and another, and another. All running a different way, covering his body, everywhere, the shimmering light passed into his clothes, his hair, he felt the magic running into his eyes and mouth. This time he panicked. Harry tried to take his hand back but he foudn himself stuck. He pulled hard but the soft green magic covering him was keeping him grounded where he was, attached to the mirror as the whole content of the mirror left to soak him into cold green water-like magic. He jumped as the mirror cracked under his hand, and slowly the shimmering dimmed down until it stopped. He was breathing loudly, standing alone in the fifth corridor in front of a broken mirror, when he heard footsteps. He didn't even think about leaving as McGonagall appeared.

"Finally Mister Potter," she said in that wise voice of hers. "For once, I'm happy that most teenagers are impatient, and your classmates have gotten the chance to try before you went for it."

"Not all have," he said in a low tone, thinking about Draco.

"All those who wanted to," she replied in a knowing voice. "It's still impressive to realise how powerful our little Harry is," she mused as she joined him in front of the broken mirror.

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, don't worry. As I've said, it has already done its job. Now, hurry to your chambers. It is already well past midnight."

Harry nodded and quickl left, his head going over what had just happened. It confused him and he was eager to check his skin. He consciously avoided looking at his hands, wanting to go over his whole body at once in the privacy of his bedroom and where there was enough light that he wouldn't before entering his room, he made a turn, and headed to the prefect bathroom. He wasn't one, but being Harry Potter had its perks, and the portrait guarding it immediately let him in.

Taking a deep breath, Harry got naked and turned to the mirror. He had kept his eyes closed, and now that he could look, he wasn't ready. He took a deep breath and another. But he still wasn't ready. He ran his hand over his skin, willing Draco's name to be here, anywhere.

When he felt a feather like touch over his heart, he opened his eyes at once. There was... Nothing. He eagerly took everything in, looked everywhere, turned and bent, he checked and rechecked. There was nothing. Harry wasn't ready for the disappointment that hit him. It swept him off his feet and he had to sit down on the marble bench on his right. Like the masochist he was, his eyes didn't leave the mirror and he spent the next hour, desperately going over every inch of his skin.

When he finally turned off the light and slipped into the bath, Harry allowed himself to cry, to grieve what wouldn't be.

The next day, he got up with a new resolution. He didn't need his soulmate. After all, appart from the current Hogwart population, nobody would ever get to know their soulmate's name, and as his hadn't appeared on anybody there, it was unlikely his other half would ever miss him. They would go on with their life and Harry could go on wiht his. With Draco. He didn't need him to tattooed across his skin to know how right they were together. It was enough.

Of course, somehow the news that he had used and broken the mirror spread like a wildfire and Harry frowned at the headmistress across the grand hall but she just shrugged.

"Harry, you broke it !" Ron exclaimed in awe. "You freaking broke the mirror !"

"I didn't even know it was possible," Neville looked at him like he had the gryffindor sword.

"So..." Hermione tilted her head to the side, a small smile quickly spreading. "Who is it ?"

"I'm like Luna," he sighed. "Nothing appeared."

For the rest of the day, people started coming up to him to ask about his soulmate, but he didn't feel like telling them, so he made it clear to the first few that it was personal and he didn't care much about telling the whole school. They mostly left him alone afterwards, but what wasn't said to his face was speculated behind his back.

"Theodore Nott thought he was like Luna too, but it just happened that his marks was tattooed on the sole of his foot." Hermione told him as they sat with Ron in the library, the only quiet place today.

Harry quickly took his shoes and socks off, uncaring about looking desperate in front of hsi best friends, those two had seen him at his worst already. Nothing.

"No luck," he sighed and leant back in his seat.

"It's alright mate," Ron munched on liquorice. He was only allowed crumbless food in Hermione's sanctuary. "It'll appear one day. No matter where."

"Actually, the place it appears on has its importance," Hermione said, carefully rolling up the scroll she had been scribbling on. "It has meaning. For example, the elbow represents the capacity to radical changes. It suits Neville and Pansy's relationship very well because for them to be together represents great changes in their lives. The thigh represents solidity and strength, it shows that our relationship can stand the trial of time. Dean and Seamus's place shows their closeness and complicity. Lavender got hers on her hip, it means her future soulmate and her will share a very close, sensual relationship. The place where the tattoo appears highlight the major caracteristic of a relationship."

Harry sighed again as he looked down at his own hands. He wanted to see something appear. Anywhere would be good, he didn't care what characterised his relationship wiht Draco, he just wanted it stamped across his skin.

That night, he joined Draco in the middle of a Quidditch game. They taunted each other in the cold air like it was their personal form of foreplay. When he finally snatched the snitch in front of Draco's face, they went down. Harry devoured Draco's mouth, before they had time to put down their brooms. He didn't care that the weren't soulmates, he only wanted Draco. Anyway he could have him.

"So..." Draco cleared his throat as they lay naked on the grass, a quick warming spell and the gryffindor robes thrown over them. "You're going to tell me about it ?"

"About what ?" Harry tensed and went for oblivious.

"Hmph," Draco turned on his side and rested his head on his elbow. Harry's mind flashed to Hermione's explanation earlier, if they ever got together, would it be such a radical change ? "Not to me, Potter."

"I think it broke before I could get a name," Harry frowned up at the stars. He had thought about it, but Hermione had said, the slightest touch of the shimmering magic to his skin should have been enough. He had had contact.

"Is that even possible ?" Draco stared down at him, and Harry felt even more self-conscious than when he was naked. "It's unfair how powerful you are."

"Did you get to try ?" Harry asked, doing his best to hide the fear in his voice.

"No," Draco answered truthfully as he grabbed Harry's fingers and started to play with them. "I wasn't lying when I told you I didn't want to."

"Not even a little ? Your soulmate has to want you," Harry said softly, enjoying the intimate touch as much as he had hte mindblowing sex they just had.

"Even if they did, on a primal level, their social and emotional filters would screw it up," Draco intertwined their fingers together and squeezed tight. "Maybe they'd want to be fuck buddies, like we are, but no more."

Harry's heart squeezed at the word and this time he was the one to turn on his side and raise on his elbow to look down at the beautiful slytherin. Draco was perfect, from his skin, to his hair, to his features. Harry loved everything about him, pointy chin and all. BUt he never looked as perfect as he did under the moonlight, and Harry felt humbled by being allowed to see him like that.

"I wouldn't mind being more than fuck buddies," he said in a low tone, desperate to say more but already scared by those little words.

"Don't start pitying me, Potter," Draco waved his declaration away and sat up. "Your goodness disgust me sometimes," he added as he slid his pants on.

Harry recognised what he was doing, the way his voice wavered and his eyes avoided him. This was too much and he was running away. So he let him.

The days passed in much the same fashion and Harry had given up on finding Draco's name on his body. He enjoyed the precarious balance they had, it wasn't just about sex, everything came easy with Draco. They played and spoke and debated, they had many difference, but they agreed on everything that mattered. They had started meeting in the library every other day and his friends liked him too, even Ron found common ground with the slytherin though their conversation were littered with jabs and semi insults.

The night before they had gone a bit over the top and Harry was the last one to raise, exhausted as he was. But damn, it had been worth it. He took his time to shower and lazil brushed his teeth in front of the mirror, mentally calculating how long it would take to reach transfiguration if he left under ten minutes and wether he had time to grab a bite or not. He yawned around his toothbrush and closed his eyes, but quickly snapped them open as he could swear he had seen Draco Lucius Malfoy tattooed in elegant black letters across his heart, but when he opened his eyes it was gone. Harry sighed and spat out the foamy paste. He was exhausted.

Harry quickly went to class, skipping the grand hall alltogether. He had lost his appetite anyways. Ron was excused for the morning as they had special Quidditch practice once a month at Durmstrang thanks to a new interschool program, so he sat with Hermione in class.

"And then I asked Neville why he hadn't-" Hermione jerked and snapped her head toward him so fast, he was scared she had hurt herself.

"What ? What is it ?" He frowned at her, but she just stared at the patch of skin right under his ear.

"No..." She said slowly after a while. "Nothing. So as I was saying I asked Neville and-"

Harry drowned her out and instead spent the rest of the hour staring at Draco's elegant back.

Days turned into weeks, and Harry was proud to say they had moved further into their relationship. They now met up in the Room of Requirement at different times and Draco was more flexible when it came to being seen hanging out together. McGonagall had congratulated him on showing the exemple in interhouse friendship, but the sly look she sent him then convinced him that she knew just what kind of friends they were. Also thanks to Neville and his developping relationship with the princess of slytherin, and Ginny's own relationship with their former heartbreaker, their group of friends started mixing regularly and they found themselves partying together a few times, which was exactly what they were doing now. This was the last party they'd have this month, as everyone was leaving the day after for christmas holidays.

Harry had downed more alcohol than reasonable and he was pissed, but Draco kept to butterbeer the whole night. He was still a lot less open in public than when it was only them, and that did something unspeakable to Harry's heart. Even with his closest friends, he kept a distance that hadn't been there before, and Harry realised during those moments how precious the time Draco offered him was, he was the only one in front of whom he lowered his defenses and allowed himself to be his snarky, arrogant self.

"I wanna mess you up," Harry slurred at the blond, face serious and eyebrows forming a deep frown.

"Hey, mate !" Theodore jumped in, almost glaring at Harry but not quite. Only his closest friends and Draco dared nowadays. "He did nothing to you."

"I know," Harry frowned in confusion at the guy who stood protectively in front of his friend, not seeing the blush spreading on the sober blond's face.

"It's alright Theo, I've got it," Draco patted his friend's shoulder and Harry's eyes couldn't leave the point of contact. He didn't like Draco touching anybody else. He needed those hands on him. Now.

Nott hesitated, but finally left and Draco allowed himself to glare at Harry who smiled sheepishly. He didn't care who saw, he knew for a fact that his own friends knew and supported their relationship and thus, he knew most of Draco's friends did too. If he could, he would slam him against the wall right then and there, show everyone who he belonged too. But, of course, the blond wouldn't ever allow that.

"I'm heading out," said man called out and ignoring the few complaints he got from their friends, left.

Harry should have waited a few minutes, as he had been instructed to many times before by an angry slytherin, but he couldn't this time. He left without a word, ignoring the pointed looks he received and caught Draco just as he passed the History of Magic classroom. Not even thinking it through, he grabbed him by the waist and hauled him inside.

"What- Hmph !" Harry sloppily kissed him as soon as he had him backed onto a desk.

"Ouch !" He cried out as Draco bit down on his lower lip hard enough to get through the blissful haze he was in.

"You're an animal," Draco glared at him and slapped his shoulder to ponctuate his insult, but Harry didn't care as he took his shirt off, enjoying how Draco's eyes immediately went down to take him in.

"I need you," Harry whined and without waiting for a response, pulled Draco's pants down.

"I can't believe it !" Draco complained loudly, but he got cut off as Harry turned him around and bent him over, eliciting a cry of surprise quickly turned into a loud moan of pleasure as Harry took his sloppy kiss down there.

He knew his body by heart now, could play him like a fiddle, knew exactly what and where to kiss, lick, bite and whatnot. In under five minutes, Draco was withering, whimpering mess under him.

"I'm so hard for you," Harry panted as he got back up, leaving Draco's puckered anus with a noisy, wet kiss. "Are you ?" he asked as he pushed his own pants down and wrapped one hand around the slim porcelain waist to pump Draco's very hard member. "Are you ?" he asked again, as he pushed one finger inside with his free hand. Draco moaned as his arse clenched around him, but he didn't answer, so Harry couldn't do anything but add another. He worked him until he was a begging mess under him.

"Yes ! I'm hard for you, Harry ! Now fuck me before I go mad !" He cried out desperately as Harry squeezed his dick and added a third finger.

The gryffindor loved it when Draco lost enough control that his name slipped past his lips. He wasn't Potter then, just Harry. They both groaned in relief as Harry finally entered him. He wanted to go slow, to drag it out long enough that Draco would beg again, but he lost control too and before he knew it, he was thrusting into him like an animal in heat. It was wild and messy, but they liked it that way too.

"It was fun," he said breathlessly as he laid on Draco's back after orgasming.

"I'm going to have bruises on my hips," Draco complained but he sounded content which urged Harry to plant small kisses across his bare shoulder and neck.

"I'm going to miss you," he admitted in his ear, loving the slight shiver it elicited.

"It's only two weeks," Draco grumbled. "Surely you can manage that long without me."

"Not sure," Harry chuckled as he got up and cleaned them up. They got dressed in comfortable silence, but it was broken by an audible gasp as Harry bent down to pick up his shirt. "What ?" he asked Draco and got worried at the empty look he found on the other's face. "What is it ?"

"You fucking liar," he said with venom and Harry felt an answering anger building up at the accusation but it died as soon as he saw the tears barely keeping in Draco's eyes, threatening to fall down at any moment.

"Draco, what's going on ?" Harry made to step closer, worried sick already, but the blond jumped down from the desk as if he'd been burned.

"Did you plan on ever telling me ?" Draco asked in a broken voice.

"I don't understand !" Harry cried out, desperate to get the situation under control before it escalated.

"Was it so bad ?" Draco's voice suddenly lowered as he looked Harry in the eyes. "I thought we were good together..."

"We are," Harry insisted on the present tense.

"Why then ? Uh ? You lied to my face..."

"Draco, I swear I don't understand anything that's happening right now," Harry swore putting his hands up to convey his innocence.

"Sure you don't," Draco scoffed. "I knew it would be like that... Fuck buddies, right ?"

"Draco, you're not making any sense !" Harry was getting frustrated and quite scared too. Draco's walls were building up at lightening speed in front of him and he was still clueless as to what had happened to make it that way.

The blond didn't say anything else, instead he quickly slid past Harry, but the gryffindor had to stop him and grabbed him by the waist

"Don't touch me," Draco said in that cold, lifeless tone he used for everyone else. Everyone else but him, and Harry was so shocked, he let him go.

He ran the scene over and over in his head, willing it to make sense, but it wouldn't. He went to retrieve the Marauder's map and searched for Draco whom he found in his bedroom, but the blond wouldn't let him in, and eventually it was a surprised Zabini who pulled him away from the place he had attached himself to by their door.

"Come back with a clear head," he had told him. It made sense so he had obeyed.

The next morning, sober but restless, he went back to pound on Draco's door, but Zabini informed him he had already left.

"I don't know what happened between you too, but let it rest, mate," Draco's best friend had advised. "In all the years I've known him, I've never seen him look so... heartbroken."

Harry felt like it was he who was getting his heart stepped on and crushed at the words. He went back to his dorm and sat in front of the fireplace, going over everything again and again in his head. That's how his friends found him, frozen, staring into the fire like it held the answer to everything. They sat down silently, offering physical comfort as he tried to make sense of where it had gone so bad.

"What's going on ?" Hermione asked when everyone else had left.

Harry sniffed and wiped the lone tear that escaped his eyes.

"I don't know," he said soflty, voice hoarse and quivering.

"It looked like everything was fine between you too," Ron frowned at his best friend as he tightened his hold on him.

"It was," Harry hid his face in his hands as more tears started rolling down. "We were great one second, I bent down to get my shirt and the next everything had crashed and burned."

"What ?" Ron asked confused.

"I don't get it," Harry whispered as he wiped his eyes and looked down at his face.

He froze then. His vision was blurry and he was exhausted, but it was there. On his palm.

"Harry..." Ron started as he looked down at what Harry was staring. "You said..."

"I knew it !" Hermione shouted as she jumped and ran back up to her room.

"What the..." Harry didn't dare blink and his eyes burned as he stared at the three words written along the line of his right palm. "Are you seeing this ?" he tentatively asked Ron who was frozen beside him.

"Uh uh," his friend nodded, still shocked by the name scrawled onto the skin.

"I knew I had seen something under your ear that time !" Hermione exclaimed victoriously as she sat cross legged before them, Neville ancient book, that she had not yet given back, open in her laps.

"I... think I saw it once too," Harry was forced to blink as his eyes were dried out. "On my chest."

"Shit !" Ron shouted and when Harry opened his eyes, it wasn't there anymore. He started to panic as he quickly shrugged off his shirt and looked around for it.

"Where is it ?" he asked himseld as he worriedly chased after the inked name. He needed to find it.

"Here ! Ron exclaimed as he pointed to his armpit, and Harry could barely see 'oy' pointing out underneath his arm. Just as he caught it, it moved again. This time, it appeared around his navel. Harry shivered as he focused and felt the slightest pull off magic underneath his skin, perfectly following every curves and angles of the letters.

He slowly closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, when it was deep and regular, he went in search of the magic running across his skin. He felt it slid down from his lower stomach and head for his knee, but it didn't linger long and the letters ran up to his Adam apple where it settled long enough that Harry was confident his friends wouldn't miss it.

"How haven't everyone seen it by now ?" Ron wondered. "It cannot stay put !"

"I'm sure people have caught glimpses of it but so furtively, they couldn't make it out. Also, nobody knew tattoos could move," Hermione stopped tunring the pages and tapped the paper. "Here ! I skipped it because it started by saying it was a legend, but apparently in extremely rare case, the name moves. When the relationship has more than three main characteristic, the relationship is said to be 'blessed and as close to perfect as one had ever been witnessed to be by men'. Harry ! Draco really is your soulmate !" Hermione beamed up at him.

Draco Lucius Malfoy was perfectly written on his wrist now and Harry found himself smiling so widely, it hurt.

"Will your family hate me so much if I skipped on christmas this year ?" Harry asked Ron who was half smiling too.

"We'll meet up at Andromeda," Ron patted his shoulder. "Bring them."

Harry nodded and hurried to pull his sweatshirt over his head again. He quickly retrieved his suitcases and came back down to kiss Hermione on the cheek and manhug Ron before going down to McGonagall's office to ask to use her floo. Being the Saviour had its perks sometimes.

Narcissa Malfoy had never looked as healthy and content as she did now, and Harry spent a second wondering if it was her marriage to Lucius or Voldemort's uprising that had broken her before. Anyways, she was radiant as she opened the door to a soaked Harry.

"Mister Potter ?" She asked with wide, surprised eyes. "Don't stay under the rain, come on in !" she hushered him inside and called for a houseef to take his stuff away. "Or would you rather keep everything with you ?" She asked, embarassed, just as Harry handed everything to the small creature.

Harry realised how life had to be for her now. How it was for Draco too. Nobody trusting them, being marginalised by society. His heart squeezed and he gave her a small smile.

"I'd rather they take it, if that's okay ?"

"Of course," Narcissa recovered and her eyes held a gratitude Harry didn't feel he deserved for such a trivial thing. "Please, let me offer you a hot cup of tea."

Harry didn't want tea. He wanted to run around the stupidly huge manor until he found Draco and pin him down for a kiss. But he liked Narcissa and he could see how it pleased her that he was polite, so he had to keep it on. She escorted him into a drawing room facing the garden and they sat down just as the elf popped in with their drinks and biscuits.

"I don't get much visit lately," she confessed in a small voice. "It's an honor that you stopped by," she smiled brightly at him and Harry who, because of the hair and eyes, had always thought Draco resembled his father, found out how wrong he was. Draco was all his mother.

"Draco didn't tell you... about us ?" Harry blushed and looked down at the cup warming his hands.

"I guessed between the flattering and less flattering things he had to say about you in his letter," Narcissa's face softened and Harry was once again hit by their similar beauty.

"There has been a huge misunderstanding," he explained as he put the cup down in front of him. "And I need to rectify it as soon as possible."

"Misty," Narcissa softly called and the house elf immediately popped back.

"Mistress," she said in a reverent tone.

"Please, lead Mister Potter to Draco's chambers," Narcissa smiled up at Harry. "Good luck. My son is stubborn."

"I wouldn't have him any other way," the gryffindor beamed back as he started after the starstruck elf who kept glancing back at him in awe. "And please, call me Harry."

"Take care of my son, Harry," Narcissa waved a graceful hand, chuckling softly.

They went up two flight of stairs and turned many corners before Misty stopped in front of a big wooden door.

"Master is here. Is Master Potter happy with Misty ?" She asked with big doe eyes.

"Very," he smiled down and patter her bald head. "Thank you, Misty."

She muffled her cry of joy and almost jumped up and down, before popping away. Harry turned back to the door and took a deep breath, steadying himself. He pushed the door open and his heart expanded in his chest as he caught sight of Draco, laying in bed with a book in hand.

"I'm not hungry, Mother," he said in a tired voice. "I promise to come down for dinner, though."

"You forgot about lunch," Harry joked and had to smiled as Draco scrambled out of bed. Harry's eyes softened as he took him in, he was wearing silk pyjamas and was barefeet, hair messy like they would get after they made love.

"What are you doing here ?!" he shouted and Harry'd rather have him furious than aloof. "Get out !"

"No," Harry simply answered as he started peeling off his wet clothes.

"W-what ?" Draco stuttered as Harry quickly got naked in the middle of his bedroom.

"There has been a misunderstanding," Harry said confidently, pleased that Draco's eyes had a hard time staying focused. "You seem to believe I hid the fact that you were my soulmate, when it fact I hadn't known about it until your little freak out-"

"I didn't freak out !" Draco galred at him.

"Had you been less quick to jump to conclusions on your own, with your twisted slytherin way of seeing things-"

"How dare you insult Salazar between those walls ?" the blond huffed in indignation.

"You would have learned that your damn name cannot seem to stay put and like its holder, stubbornly wreck havoc upon my body," he said as he turned around to show his bare back to Draco. Now that he had gotten the sense of it, he knew where to find the tattoo.

"You erased my name ?" Draco shouted and if he hadn't sound so heartbroken over it, Harry would have laughed.

"Not possible," he said honestly as he got closer to Draco. "It's all over my body," he punctuated by pulling down his lower lip to show the name tattooed there.

"What..." Draco stared at it in awe.

"Apparently we have a blessed union," Harry licked his lip and bent down to kiss Draco, softly, a quick peck that said 'everything is okay now'.

"Don't go talking about marriage just yet !" Draco blushed as he leaned away from Harry.

"Why not ?" Harry grinned at the blond whose eyes widened as Harry held up his left hand to show the letters now wrapped around his ring finger. "I'm never letting you go."

Ten years later

Harry licked the tattoo Draco had across his heart. His name carved in his husband's skin.

Draco had admitted that he regretted not using the mirror as he was now jealous of Harry for having the proof of their link traveling across his body. And just as they were about to leave for Christmas dinner at the Burrows, Draco had showed him his present. The new tattoo he had over his heart, telling the world who he belonged to. As if everyone didn't already know Harry Potter was head over heels in love with his husband.

"We're so late," Draco complained as he tried to push Harry's head away from his chest. "Mother will hate me for leaving her alone."

"Narcissa loves the Weasley," Harry blew on the reddened skin he had mistreated for the past ten minutes. "They have been meeting every week for almost a decade."

"Shut up," Draco growled and pushed harder. Harry finally rolled off him and enjoyed the view as his husband got dressed. "I hate their knowing looks."

"I'm sure Blaise will embarass Ginny again," Harry got up and pecked his husband before getting ready too.

"I'm betting on Pansy, this pregnancy got her in heat," Draco made a disgusted face. "Poor Neville."

"I'm sure he doesn't mind," Harry chuckled. Draco turned and bit him on the shoulder where his name was resting now.

"Hurry up," he ordered. "If we're lucky Charlie hasn't arrived yet and we won't be the last."

Harry hummed and got dressed fast enough to make his man happy. Draco hated hearing it, but as they appeared at the Burrows, Harry carrying all the presents and Draco looking pretty, Ron had to make a remark about the wife of the couple. Harry merely chuckled as his best friend successfully roped his husband into yet another wizzard chess.

"How are you, my dear ?" Narcissa came up to kiss him after Molly.

"Great," he answered and as he turned around and met Draco's soft eyes on him from across the room, he realised he had never been better.