When Angels Die Ch: 22 Disclaimer: Not mine.
A few weeks later brought loads of fog and wind. Harry sat around in the office thinking about the upcoming baby and his new fiancée. But one worry tickled the back of his mind like an overacting rash. What happens if Draco dies before their married? True, he shouldn't be thinking about such depressing thoughts but it was a real threat carried on the horizon.

'I don't know if I could start over on my own without him,' Harry though. 'It has only been a few months but my heart is no longer my own. He's my life, my love, and nothing would change that.'

The more Harry sat thinking over this small problem, the more he wanted to rush out and end the War with Voldemort one-on-one.

Harry sat brooding as the first of his students filtered in through the door.

'Third year Hufflepuffs. How fun!'

By now, the students had finally gotten used to having the ex-prisoner as their teacher. Though they all had the shock of their lives when, on the first day, Professor Malfoy waltzed in and planted a big smoochie right on Harry's cheek.

After that-and partially due to Draaco's warning stare- every one had gotten used to the slightly neurotic Defense Assistant.

'I wonder if the little imp would want to move up the ceremony. It's not like we are going to invite a lot of people anyway. Hmmm. I'll ask.'

"Today, we have a surprise visitor," said a deep voice from the door. Harry looked up and smiled warmly at the beautiful angel in front of him. Draco smiled in return before entering the room in black robes. A matching band like Harry's shone on his hand.

"Lord Renel has graciously offered to teach us how to fight Elvin magic."

A tall elf with long black hair and stormy blue eyes followed graciously in Draco's wake.

"Let's begin."

The next half hour passed quickly with surprising results. Harry apparently had some abilities of the Elvin kind. He could easily break down any shield Renel tried to erect. According to Renel, Harry had the gift of Unweaving. Or, the gift of breaking the magical weaving involved in all magical shields.

"My life keeps getting better and better," Harry moaned latter that night. Draco looked over and smiled apologizingly.

"The bad stuff always seems to happen to you doesn't it."

"Why?"

Draco scooted closer. He laid his head in Harry's lap. Gazing up out of blue eyes, he stared into those green orbs.

"I'm here so anything that happens to you will happen to me. So, out of my own preservation, I will protect you as much as possible."

Harry laughed. "You're saying the only reason you are with me at all is because you're protecting your self?"

"Yup!"

Harry whacked him in the head. "How selfish of you!"

Draco only shrugged as silence fell among them. Harry slowly ran his fingers through that long silky hair, over and over again. It was soothing for both of them.

"Draco?" asked Harry tentitively. Draco snorted softly and scooted closer to the warm body. Harry smiled. It seemed like Draco had fallen asleep.

"Draco." He pushed on one small shoulder.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you think we can push the wedding date up?"

That got Draco's full attention. Blue eyes opened wide unto a serine face.

"What are you saying Harry?"

Draco sat up and moved over.

"Well, I want to marry you. You know that. But I am afraid of what the war will bring. I want to marry you now. If you'll agree, that is."

Draco stared into the pale face in front of him. Tears slowly gathered in those bright eyes and Draco had to fight to keep tears out of his own.

"Are you sure Harry? I don't want to force you into anything."

Harry smiled.

"I'm sure. I figured we could ask Dumbledore to marry us and have Snape and MacGonagall act as witnesses."

Draco's face twisted into a frown.

"Are you sure you want MacGonagall there?"

"Who else would act as witness? Ron? No, I haven't quite forgiven him yet."

"Alright. I agree. When do you want to have the ceremony?"

Harry thought a moment. One hand went to his stomach and rubbed slowly. Draco smiled and curled up next to Harry's side.

"Saturday?"

"Saturday will be perfect. Tomorrow, we'll ask our witnesses."

Harry smiled and soon drifted off to dream land.

Harry woke with an itching feeling traveling down his spine. The air crackled with suppressed lightning and static. The feeling wouldn't leave and soon had Harry in a bad mood. But he remembered his promise to Draco and soon was on the hunt for MacGonagall.

He finally found the allusive transfigurations teacher huddled in a closet down the hall from her classroom.

"Uh, Professor? What are you doing in this closet?"

MacGonagall jumped in surprise. Turning around, her arms were full of different odds and ends.

"Oh! Hello Mr. Potter. I was looking for objects to use for my second years. What may I do for you today?"

Harry clasped his hands behind his back and smiled. Maybe if he timed this just right, he could get her to drop everything in her hands.

"I was merely wondering if you would be a witness to my marriage with Draco Saturday."

The sound of several objects hitting the floor made him grin. MacGonagall picked the objects up with a wave of her wand as she gazed at him in shock.

"You are getting married to Draco?"

Harry nodded. After a few minutes of staring open mouthed at Harry, the Professor managed to over come her surprise.

"Of course I would be willing to be your Witness. Thank you for asking me." Her eyes shined with approval and happiness.

"Thank you Professor. We will have it in the morning, I think. I will notify you later. I have to find Draco."

Harry sped off but the itchiness continued as he progressed down the hall. The farther he went, the higher the itchiness went. By the time he arrived at the classroom, Harry was getting very frustrated.

"Hey, Draco, I." Harry trailed off as he froze in shock. There in front of him stood none other than Draco Malfoy- kissing someone else.

Harry's heart shattered. Draco stopped at the sound of Harry's voice and froze. He pushed away the man and stared at Harry's stricken face.

"Harry, this- this isn't what it looks like-"

"Oh," said Harry. His voice was filled with pain and sadness and yet, his face showed none of the pain his heart was feeling. "Then what is it, Malfoy?"

Draco took one step closer to Harry but froze at the look of intense rage hiding beneath those ice green eyes.

"H-Harry, you have to listen to me. It's not what it looks like! I was just- "

"Helping me." The figure rose from the shadows it was currently hiding in. A pale face with dark eyes. Something about him lit the darkness lingering in Harry's soul.

"Helping? How? By kissing you to death? I don't care Draco. You hurt me. I- I thought you- you loved me. But I guess I was wrong." Harry's voice cracked in pain. It was true that no one loved him then, if Draco was willing to betray Harry.

"Don't talk to me Malfoy. Don't come near me again."

With a last look around, Harry ran out of the room. Down the hall he went, past pictures and out of the front door. One hand was over his stomach holding his unborn child. If Draco could betray someone he loved then this child would never know its father.

Tears flowed down his face. Harry could feel the coldness in his soul float up and up, trying to find its way into his mind. His heart, the only thing he had left to give, was brutally ripped from his soul and thrust into the ground, and with out it, Harry was nothing.

He looked at his hand as he ran, finding that gold and silver ring mocking him. Harry tore it off and flung it into the trees. It was a promise of happily ever after and he knew deeply in his heart-there was no such thing as happily ever after.

AN: I know, this last part is kind of sad. But it just had to be done. The reason Draco was "kissing" some one else will be explained (hopefully) in later chapters. Anyway, thanks for the reviews and enjoy! ~Ta-ta