AHHH AHHH AHHH!!! *runs around screaming hysterically*
School is taking up ALL my time! I don't have a chance to do anything of my
own interest now days, I'm going crazy!!! Oh and all I wanted was to finish
this chapter, but all the time there were these BIG, important biology-
tests, the national English-exams, and my paper on museum art and culture
is supposed to be in on Monday! *falls down crying*
But still I've received wonderful reviews and emails from people throwing
compliments at me week after week. Thank you all so much, you have no idea
how flattered I am.
I'm so sorry you had to wait this long, I feel awful. If you want to kick
me, hit me, curse me or flame me, you have my blessing! Anyways... I
present to you the final chapter of End Me, hope you had a good time
reading it...
Once again, Harry woke up in the same bed at the hospital wing; feeling like his head was going to explode. He turned his head to the side, wondering if maybe... Maybe he might meet the same shining, gray eyes that had greeted him the last time he woke up in this bed.
He saw them, he met Draco's eyes, but they were closed. Draco was lying in the bed next to him, looking just as miserable as Harry felt, if not even worse. This time, Draco was the one with bandages around his head. Harry opened his mouth and managed to whisper his name hoarsely.
"Draco..." Draco seemed to respond to his voice, he stirred just a little and then grimaced in pain. Harry reached out his hand in the direction of the blond boy on the bed next to him.
"Draco... wake up." As his fingertips touched Draco's chin, his eyes slowly fluttered open. The relief that Harry felt then was indescribable, he hadn't had the guts to hope for miracles like Draco being okay. Being alive.
"Harry...?" Draco had never looked so confused and fragile. Harry smiled.
"Yes. Are you okay?" Draco swallowed and nodded; he reached his hand up to his face and found Harry's fingers. They grabbed each other's hands for a moment, just knitting their fingers together while trying to sort out the chaos raging in their minds, just searching skin-contact in utter relief that they were both still alive. Draco pressed his eyes together and grimaced.
"My head is a big blur, what happened? I remember you lying on the floor all... shaky... and the Death Eater... and then, Wormtail?" Harry nodded.
"Yes, Wormtail was there." Harry found that it was hard even for him to recall last night entirely. He closed his eyes and saw a black dog roaring at Wormtail.
"Harry..." Draco whisper made Harry open his eyes again. "I... I killed him."
The memory of the Death Eater falling to the floor with Remus' dagger driven into his neck hit Harry again. Lucius Malfoy. Harry head started spinning.
"Yes... You did." They stared at each other for a moment.
"Who was he?" Draco asked, although he didn't expect Harry to know. *But if he's a friend of my father I fear I have to leave the country...* He thought. Harry turned his face away from Draco to avoid his eyes, he was afraid he could see if he was lying.
"I don't know who he was."
"And unfortunately, neither do we." Both Draco and Harry jerked and turned around to se a tall woman enter the Hospital wing, followed by five men, all dressed in different robes but with the same golden symbol shining on their chests.
"W- Who are you?" Harry asked, as Draco quietly withdrew his wand from his back pocket.
The woman stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"Miranda Ekdal, officer Auror of Stockholm, Sweden. And these are the other Aurors sent out from Denmark, France and Russia." She left her hand sweep in the direction of the men standing behind her. She caught Harry's eyes and smiled silently. "We apologize for our late arrival. We talked to your headmaster Dumbledore about what happened last night, it seems like you two cleared things up pretty well by yourself, with a little help from your godfather of course."
"Sirius?" Harry exclaimed.
"Black?" Draco filled in, eyes growing wide.
"The one and only." Sirius stepped forward, leaning on the door-post. Harry heart jumped as he struggled to stand up from his bed. Sirius was wearing his black robes like always, a few straps of black hair falling over his eyes. When Harry ran up to hug him, his self-conscious smiled weakened and his eyes became a little watery as his godson flung his arms around him.
"There, there, Harry. You shouldn't be running around under these circumstances, you need to stay in bed."
"You killed..." Draco mumbled, staring at Sirius.
"Wormtail, yes. You don't have a problem with me saving your life do you, Malfoy?" Sirius eyes hardened and he laid a protecting hand on Harry's shoulder.
Draco didn't answer; he turned to the Auror named Miranda.
"Do we know who the Death Eater was?" Miranda shook her head.
"As I said, no. Wormtail must have apparated back the body of the Death Eater before Sirius came along."
"Wait a minute, who killed the Death Eater?" Sirius demanded, still holding Harry's shoulders in a firm grip.
"Draco did, Sirius." Harry whispered, so that only his godfather would hear him. "Draco saved my life." *.... Again...* He added to himself.
Sirius stared at the blond Slytherin boy, and then at Harry, but they didn't pay him much attention, the two boys had locked eyes across the room, and suddenly Sirius could feel Harry's pulse speed up when he saw Draco smile discretely from his bed. *Oh dear, I need to talk to Dumbledore about this...* Sirius thought to himself.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend, for everyone but Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, they weren't allowed to leave Hogwarts grounds. In the end, *fifty* Aurors had been sent to their help, and they were constantly marching the school.
Usually, Harry wasn't even allowed to go outside without being escorted by a teacher or an Auror, therefor the main entrance was guarded, often by Miranda Ekdal.
Thank god for broomsticks. Aurors could not guard every window in Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy met Harry by the lake at sunset. As Harry landed in the grass on his broomstick, Draco smiled and handed him the white toothbrush he had given him during their little sleepover. Harry laughed and received the toothbrush.
"We have got to stop exchanging toothbrushes like this."
Draco smiled.
"Are you sure this is mine this time?" Harry asked, crooking an eyebrow. Draco smiled again.
"Actually, that's mine, but you used it in the end, remember?"
"In a way, it *is* mine then?"
"I guess so, since the one I actually gave you ended up being the one left for me." They looked at each other for a moment, both of them fighting the urge to reach out and touch the other one.
"You know, we could change back some day." Harry suggested. Draco started laughing.
"Let's not make this any more complicated then it has to be, okay?" He chuckled. They started walking along the lakeside.
"So... Are you still wondering about that Death Eater?" Harry asked, once again avoiding Draco eyes in case he would have to lie again. But Draco's answer surprised him.
"No. It will all turn out in time. I'm just glad we... we won the first battle."
"Wait a minute... What is it that my ears are telling me? Has Draco Malfoy finally chosen a side?" Harry smiled smugly and elbowed Draco in the side. Draco drew a hand through his hair and started obsevering his own feet as he kept walking.
"Maybe...."
"Can't hear you!" Harry sang innocently. Draco smiled bitterly.
"Oh shut up." He muttered.
"Come again?" Harry insisted, absolutely loving to tease the blond.
Draco grabbed Harry's neck and pulled him into a fierce but tender kiss, ravaging the boy in his hands with such desperation that Harry did not dare to move out of his grip.
But to calm him down, Harry reached up to loosen Draco's hands from his neck, and instead put them around his waist. Then he let his own hands slip around Draco's shoulders and deepened the kiss. The toothbrush and the broomstick fell to the ground. Draco did not expect Harry to respond like that; in fact he was afraid he would scare him off.
As their lips pulled apart, Draco was panting quietly, his lips brushing against Harry's chin as the black haired boy whispered:
"I do think something is changed, Draco. Don't you?"
Draco kept his eyes closed, leaning his head in against Harry's.
"No, what gave you that impression?"
Harry chuckled. The breath of his laugh tickled Draco's throat, from which a moan shortly after emerged. Draco ran his hands over Harry's shoulder's and gripped his arms.
"You're still the same egocentric, stupidly boyish Gryffidor-hero you've always been."
Harry stretched his neck and reached Draco's ear with his mouth.
"So you're telling me nothing has changed?" He whispered. He enjoyed the reaction he forced out of Draco, the shiver running through his body, his breath almost choking when Harry's mouth almost touched his ear.
"One thing is changed." His grip on Harry's arms hardened and he pulled him in even closer. "You're *my* stupidly boyish Gryffindor-hero."
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Once again, Harry woke up in the same bed at the hospital wing; feeling like his head was going to explode. He turned his head to the side, wondering if maybe... Maybe he might meet the same shining, gray eyes that had greeted him the last time he woke up in this bed.
He saw them, he met Draco's eyes, but they were closed. Draco was lying in the bed next to him, looking just as miserable as Harry felt, if not even worse. This time, Draco was the one with bandages around his head. Harry opened his mouth and managed to whisper his name hoarsely.
"Draco..." Draco seemed to respond to his voice, he stirred just a little and then grimaced in pain. Harry reached out his hand in the direction of the blond boy on the bed next to him.
"Draco... wake up." As his fingertips touched Draco's chin, his eyes slowly fluttered open. The relief that Harry felt then was indescribable, he hadn't had the guts to hope for miracles like Draco being okay. Being alive.
"Harry...?" Draco had never looked so confused and fragile. Harry smiled.
"Yes. Are you okay?" Draco swallowed and nodded; he reached his hand up to his face and found Harry's fingers. They grabbed each other's hands for a moment, just knitting their fingers together while trying to sort out the chaos raging in their minds, just searching skin-contact in utter relief that they were both still alive. Draco pressed his eyes together and grimaced.
"My head is a big blur, what happened? I remember you lying on the floor all... shaky... and the Death Eater... and then, Wormtail?" Harry nodded.
"Yes, Wormtail was there." Harry found that it was hard even for him to recall last night entirely. He closed his eyes and saw a black dog roaring at Wormtail.
"Harry..." Draco whisper made Harry open his eyes again. "I... I killed him."
The memory of the Death Eater falling to the floor with Remus' dagger driven into his neck hit Harry again. Lucius Malfoy. Harry head started spinning.
"Yes... You did." They stared at each other for a moment.
"Who was he?" Draco asked, although he didn't expect Harry to know. *But if he's a friend of my father I fear I have to leave the country...* He thought. Harry turned his face away from Draco to avoid his eyes, he was afraid he could see if he was lying.
"I don't know who he was."
"And unfortunately, neither do we." Both Draco and Harry jerked and turned around to se a tall woman enter the Hospital wing, followed by five men, all dressed in different robes but with the same golden symbol shining on their chests.
"W- Who are you?" Harry asked, as Draco quietly withdrew his wand from his back pocket.
The woman stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"Miranda Ekdal, officer Auror of Stockholm, Sweden. And these are the other Aurors sent out from Denmark, France and Russia." She left her hand sweep in the direction of the men standing behind her. She caught Harry's eyes and smiled silently. "We apologize for our late arrival. We talked to your headmaster Dumbledore about what happened last night, it seems like you two cleared things up pretty well by yourself, with a little help from your godfather of course."
"Sirius?" Harry exclaimed.
"Black?" Draco filled in, eyes growing wide.
"The one and only." Sirius stepped forward, leaning on the door-post. Harry heart jumped as he struggled to stand up from his bed. Sirius was wearing his black robes like always, a few straps of black hair falling over his eyes. When Harry ran up to hug him, his self-conscious smiled weakened and his eyes became a little watery as his godson flung his arms around him.
"There, there, Harry. You shouldn't be running around under these circumstances, you need to stay in bed."
"You killed..." Draco mumbled, staring at Sirius.
"Wormtail, yes. You don't have a problem with me saving your life do you, Malfoy?" Sirius eyes hardened and he laid a protecting hand on Harry's shoulder.
Draco didn't answer; he turned to the Auror named Miranda.
"Do we know who the Death Eater was?" Miranda shook her head.
"As I said, no. Wormtail must have apparated back the body of the Death Eater before Sirius came along."
"Wait a minute, who killed the Death Eater?" Sirius demanded, still holding Harry's shoulders in a firm grip.
"Draco did, Sirius." Harry whispered, so that only his godfather would hear him. "Draco saved my life." *.... Again...* He added to himself.
Sirius stared at the blond Slytherin boy, and then at Harry, but they didn't pay him much attention, the two boys had locked eyes across the room, and suddenly Sirius could feel Harry's pulse speed up when he saw Draco smile discretely from his bed. *Oh dear, I need to talk to Dumbledore about this...* Sirius thought to himself.
It was a Hogsmeade weekend, for everyone but Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, they weren't allowed to leave Hogwarts grounds. In the end, *fifty* Aurors had been sent to their help, and they were constantly marching the school.
Usually, Harry wasn't even allowed to go outside without being escorted by a teacher or an Auror, therefor the main entrance was guarded, often by Miranda Ekdal.
Thank god for broomsticks. Aurors could not guard every window in Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy met Harry by the lake at sunset. As Harry landed in the grass on his broomstick, Draco smiled and handed him the white toothbrush he had given him during their little sleepover. Harry laughed and received the toothbrush.
"We have got to stop exchanging toothbrushes like this."
Draco smiled.
"Are you sure this is mine this time?" Harry asked, crooking an eyebrow. Draco smiled again.
"Actually, that's mine, but you used it in the end, remember?"
"In a way, it *is* mine then?"
"I guess so, since the one I actually gave you ended up being the one left for me." They looked at each other for a moment, both of them fighting the urge to reach out and touch the other one.
"You know, we could change back some day." Harry suggested. Draco started laughing.
"Let's not make this any more complicated then it has to be, okay?" He chuckled. They started walking along the lakeside.
"So... Are you still wondering about that Death Eater?" Harry asked, once again avoiding Draco eyes in case he would have to lie again. But Draco's answer surprised him.
"No. It will all turn out in time. I'm just glad we... we won the first battle."
"Wait a minute... What is it that my ears are telling me? Has Draco Malfoy finally chosen a side?" Harry smiled smugly and elbowed Draco in the side. Draco drew a hand through his hair and started obsevering his own feet as he kept walking.
"Maybe...."
"Can't hear you!" Harry sang innocently. Draco smiled bitterly.
"Oh shut up." He muttered.
"Come again?" Harry insisted, absolutely loving to tease the blond.
Draco grabbed Harry's neck and pulled him into a fierce but tender kiss, ravaging the boy in his hands with such desperation that Harry did not dare to move out of his grip.
But to calm him down, Harry reached up to loosen Draco's hands from his neck, and instead put them around his waist. Then he let his own hands slip around Draco's shoulders and deepened the kiss. The toothbrush and the broomstick fell to the ground. Draco did not expect Harry to respond like that; in fact he was afraid he would scare him off.
As their lips pulled apart, Draco was panting quietly, his lips brushing against Harry's chin as the black haired boy whispered:
"I do think something is changed, Draco. Don't you?"
Draco kept his eyes closed, leaning his head in against Harry's.
"No, what gave you that impression?"
Harry chuckled. The breath of his laugh tickled Draco's throat, from which a moan shortly after emerged. Draco ran his hands over Harry's shoulder's and gripped his arms.
"You're still the same egocentric, stupidly boyish Gryffidor-hero you've always been."
Harry stretched his neck and reached Draco's ear with his mouth.
"So you're telling me nothing has changed?" He whispered. He enjoyed the reaction he forced out of Draco, the shiver running through his body, his breath almost choking when Harry's mouth almost touched his ear.
"One thing is changed." His grip on Harry's arms hardened and he pulled him in even closer. "You're *my* stupidly boyish Gryffindor-hero."
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My Love and thanks to all of you