Here is the long awaited conclusion to "The Words You Spoke." I hope you enjoy it as I have enjoyed this fic. All poetry and insults are my own. Please check out my website, a HP archive at www.draconis-carpe-noctem.com. I am taking submissions if you want to submit. Read and review but be kind. No flames please.  This is the edited version of this fic. The full version of this chapter (NC-17) is at AFF, url:  

                Draco thrashed from side to side, uncertain if he was still asleep or awake and at this moment not caring. The most incredible sensations washed over his body, combining with the cool breeze of the morning air. His eyes snapped open to see Harry running his tongue over his abdomen, his hands caressing Draco's shaft. Silver eyes met emerald green as Harry smiled at Draco and gave him a deep kiss. Draco arched his head back as Harry attacked his throat before returning to his task of driving Draco insane. "Harry…" Draco moaned in a voice husky with sleep and arousal.

                Harry smiled at him, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Good morning my beloved."

                "You have to stop or I'll come."

                "That's the idea." Harry laughed softly. "As you once told me…go with it Draco."

                Draco arched against the warm hands, wanting more, needing more. "You have to…"

                "Relax my dragon or I'll stop." Harry warned.

                Draco dropped his hips to the bed; waiting in anticipation to see what Harry would do next. Harry had never taken the initiative when they were together before, so he was thrilled at this turn of events. His eyes widened as Harry parted his legs and reached for the bedside table. After he had lubed two fingers, he gently fingered Draco's cleft before slipping them inside, pausing a moment to let Draco get used to the feeling. "What are you doing?" Draco murmured as Harry added a third.

                "What does it feel like?" Harry said, his voice almost a growl. "I'm going to take you."

                "Ok." Draco's breath hitched as Harry added a third, touching that sensitive gland inside and probing it. "God…"

                "No, Harry." Harry chuckled as his lips toyed with the head of Draco's weeping manhood.

                "Now Harry, do it now!" Draco urged, lifting his hips and thrusting into Harry's mouth.

                "Hmm, are you ready yet?" Harry asked in a teasing voice as he withdrew his fingers and his mouth. "Or not?"

                Draco nearly screamed in frustration. "Harry!"

                "I think you are." Harry nodded as he skimmed up Draco's body before devouring his lips in a kiss. Wrapping his legs around Draco, he rolled over until Draco was on top of him. Draco threw his head back, framed against the clear sky, the sun behind him making him look like an angel from on high who'd come to mingle with the fallen.

                On the verge of sensory overload, unable to take anymore, Draco positioned himself over Harry's sorely neglected self and lowered himself slowly, face contorting in ecstasy as Harry nearly screamed. "So tight Draco, so tight…Merlin…"

                Draco was equally incoherent, nearly reduced to babbling himself as he sat with Harry fully sheathed inside him. It was the most incredible sensation Draco had ever had, being filled in this way. Unable to go slow, he lifted his body and slammed it back down onto Harry's slick erection. "Yes, Harry…" he hissed beginning to ride him in a quick rhythm, body milking Harry for all he was worth.

                Now Harry was the one incoherent and writhing on the bed, as his head thrashed from side to side, his arms reaching for Draco. As Draco leaned down for another kiss, Harry slipped out of him and using another tricky move, slid up behind Draco. "Do you want this?" he growled.

                Draco whimpered and tried to impale himself on Harry who complied instantly, entering Draco almost violently and instantly pulling out. Hips pistoning quickly, he sheathed himself in Draco who propped himself up on his hands and knees. The slow and gentle from the night before was abandoned as pure carnal lust overcame both men, and unadulterated sex took place. The bed sheets were a rumpled mess, the air surrounding them saturated with the scent of arousal and release, as Harry clenched one hand in Draco's hair, so close to the edge he could taste it. Just who the screams of pleasure came from, he was uncertain, only that they were there as he pounded Draco, convinced his lover would have bruises later today and walking would be uncomfortable.

                Reaching forward to grab Draco's neglected member, Draco's eyes snapped open from their closed position at the feeling of Harry's hand, encompassing him, surrounding him. A few quick thrusts up and down and Draco seized up around Harry, pulsing, convulsing. It wasn't so much of an orgasm as it was a rebirth of sorts. Harry pushed himself harder into Draco before finding his release, shuddering as he filled up Draco, sated.

                Collapsing in a heap of sweaty limbs and semen, Draco pulled Harry's face up to him and kissed him deeply. "Can I wake up like that every day?" he asked in a breathless voice.

                "I'm going to take you so many times today that you'll be begging for chastity." Harry replied, just as winded.  "I don't intend to leave this bed."

                "Quite the exhibitionist my love, outside like this."

                "We're on the roof, no one can see us."

                Draco arched an eyebrow and pointed to the ground where, many hundreds of feet below, Ron Weasley stood staring at the roof, uncertain as to who was up there but positive about what he was seeing. "Oops."

                Draco snickered as he pulled Harry to him. "He can wait. I'm not done exploring every inch of your delectable frame yet."

                "I can live with that." Harry smiled, dropping a kiss on Draco.

                Holding Harry close for a moment, his hands aimlessly weaving through his mop of unruly hair, uncertain how to begin. "Harry, I want you to start from the beginning. Tell me everything, from Hogwarts to the revelations of Snape and Dumbledore. I need to understand."

                "The story is long." Harry cautioned.

                "This has to do with us. This has to do with the reason why we were apart for five bloody years. I want to know why, I need to understand."

                Harry nodded, closing his eyes. "Let's get some coffee then, and I'll tell you. If we just stay here, I'll shag you again."

                "No objections there, but you are right. We have the rest of our lives to shag." Draco agreed as he swung his legs over the side and stood up. "Coffee sounds good right about now. For some reason, I didn't get much sleep last night."

                Ron scowled at the House Elf who scampered away after bringing him some coffee. He smirked briefly as Harry and Draco walked to the table, holding hands and glowing. After the spectacle Ron had seen from the ground, he was certain he knew why. Memories of the first time he had been with Hermione played through his mind, a day of sweat and tears when he knew he'd always love her. "Why the hell can't I get a shot of whiskey here?" he demanded.

                "And a happy good morning to you too Ron." Harry responded jovially.

                "Weasley." Draco nodded, sitting in a chair and pulling Harry into his lap.

                "Can you two stop with the mushy stuff before I vomit?" Ron demanded.

                "Oh and having to endure you and Hermione for nearly ten years was what...?" Harry mused. "Live with it."

                "What brings you here so early in the morning?" Draco arched and eyebrow and smiled gratefully at the coffee that appeared on the table.

                "To answer your question Ron, this house is dry. Until I finish my twelve steps, there won't be a drop of liquor in this Manor." Harry smiled tightly. "Drink your coffee."

                "I walked out on Hermione."

                Draco spat his coffee over the table as Harry choked. "What?"

                "She called me the cross eyed spawn of dyslexic baboon!" Ron protested.

                "So what? She's called you the hybrid of an arse scratching spider monkey too and you never walked out on her for that!" Harry pointed out.

                "And the cross mutation of a comatose iguana and a constipated pig." Draco added.

                "Or the outcome of…"

                "I get it, I get it!" Ron said, furious. "It's just…our marriage. It's a sham. All she does is insult me and flaunt her higher intelligence. She sticks her nose in where it's not wanted; she meddles and interferes, caring more for other people and their problems than our own marriage. The children think she's absolutely mad but say nothing because she's their mother. And then I'm supposed to know what she's thinking and why she's mad when she won't tell me, and endure all her insults. Now she's throwing a little hissy fit when essentially all I did was tell the truth!"

                "Breathe Ron." Harry advised as Ron's red face became an alarming shade of purple.

                "So I walked out." Ron finished. "And I'm staying here for the foreseeable future."

                "As long as you don't mind Harry and I shagging in every room, at any time, in any position…no problem." Draco said dryly, watching Ron abruptly turn green with the mental imagery. "We have to christen this new house."

                "What is going on with you two anyway? Back together? Getting married?" Ron asked, curious.

                Harry hesitated. "Draco and I still have a lot to discuss and to work through before we'll even discuss marriage."

                "We will?" Draco said from behind Harry.

                "I have my life…"

                "You do?" Draco and Ron asked in unison.

                "And Draco has his…"

                "I can fix that." Draco said hastily.

                "I'm not even sure we'll live together."

                "Like hell we won't!"

                "I'm not even certain we're permanently back together…"

                "Didn't our marathon mattress sessions prove anything to you?"

                Harry closed his eyes, praying for strength. "So Ron, I don't know what's going on with me and Draco."

                "Bollock brain." Draco snorted. "Twit. Undereducated plebeian. Of course we're back together, and yes we're going to live together in this lovely house." He turned to Ron. "Harry was going to tell me the full story of everything that has happened from Hogwarts to last night and then we'll discuss when we want to get married."

                "What?" Harry squawked.

                "Hush love." Draco kissed his shoulder. "Don't think, that only slows things up."

                "Do you love Hermione?" Harry asked, abruptly.

                "That has never been a question Harry, not since our second year when she fell in love with that cretin Lockhart. That was the start of it and in fourth when she fell for Krum I thought I might explode. Loving Hermione has always been a moot point, but I'm not certain she loves me the same way. She has always regarded me as her intellectual inferior, as an idiot and I'm tired of it. I want her to stop meddling in other people's lives and try to mend our marriage. She spent so much time trying to bring you back to the world of the living Harry that I fell by the wayside. I agreed with her quest, but not the way she went about it." Ron sighed as he let his head fall to the table. "And now I've walked out and can't tell her that I DO love her."

                Draco coughed. "You just did."

                Ron paled as he turned slowly to face the door. "You told me I wouldn't come after you." She said softly. "You adorable pickled arse cheeks of a llama." She shook her head.

                "Where does she come up with these insults?" Draco muttered.

                "Search me."

                "I'm sorry Ron, for overreacting when you did nothing but tell the truth, and for ignoring you. I want you to come back home." She said softly as she walked to her husband.

                "Will anything change 'Mione?"

                "I promise. We'll work together on it, and I'm sure Harry and Draco will help us as well."

                "Good of you to offer our services Weasley." Draco smirked.

                Harry slapped his shoulder. "Behave yourself."

                Ron stood. "I can't say that you haven't hurt me in the past Hermione. Whether it was intentional or not, you did. It has strained our relationship, our marriage and our lives."

                "I'll work on it Ron. I had all night to think about what you said to me. I know I overreacted…I'm sorry."

                "She apologized!" Harry exclaimed. "This might just be on the news."

                Hermione smiled at Ron. "My hormones you see…"

                "Don't even mention them to me Hermione!" Ron warned. "That's your excuse for everything."

                "They aren't always!" Hermione protested. "Ronald…" she caught herself. "I was doing it again."

                "You were." Ron nodded.

                "Sorry."

                "Forgiven."

                Hermione gave her husband a gentle kiss, knowing that despite all their flaws and problems, she had him back. "I'm pregnant."

                Ron's eyes rolled up in his head as he hit the floor. "Weasley, you keep this up and I'll never get laid!" Draco whined.

                "Haven't you had enough?" Harry asked.

                "Not even close." Draco grabbed Harry's hand. "Weasley, see you and your husband later?"

                Hermione nodded, mystified. "Of course Draco."

                "You are back together then?" Harry clarified.

                "We need a marriage counsellor, and some good solid advice," she began. "But yes. I'm going to change my ways and Ron…well Ron is Ron."

                Harry hugged her tightly. "I'll see you later 'Mione. And in case I forgot to mention it, thanks for following me to the pits of hell and bringing me back. And thanks for giving me back the only one I ever loved."

                "You're welcome." She kissed his cheek. "You go shag now. I'm taking my husband home."

                "I'm taking my fiancé to the nearest room." Draco interjected. "Ten second warning."

                "You haven't even asked me. We haven't worked anything out!" Harry shook his head.

                "Semantics." Draco waved his hand.

                Hermione lifted Ron and headed for the door as Draco pulled Harry into a searing kiss. "We still need to talk Draco."

                "We have the rest of our lives to talk."

                "You said that earlier about shagging!"

                "I lied. We have to do that right now." Draco's eyes gleamed as his hand began delving into Harry's boxers, caressing the hardening flesh he found there.

                "I need to tell you about Snape, and Dumbledore…evil bastard betrayer man that he is…" Harry said weakly as his knees began to give out.

                "Harry?"

                "Draco?"

                "Shut up and shag me."

                Through the windows of the rebuilt Manor, Hermione saw Harry pounce on Draco, tearing off the minimal clothing they both wore. Not certain who was on top, she shook her head, smiling.

                "Was it a success?" Blaise asked, standing nearby and squinting at the windows.

                "I'd say so." She nodded.

                "You did well little girl." Snape smirked at her. "I knew he'd come around, his kind always does."

                "You could have helped sooner."

                "And miss this incredible drama?" Snape arched an eyebrow. "I think you mistake me for someone else."

                "We helped!" Goyle and Pansy chimed in.

                "Dumbledore has a lot to answer for," she sighed. "But that's to be expected. You can't always wrap everything up in a neat little package."

                "It was a good idea." Blaise placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm glad to have been here for the conclusion of it."

                "Drinks are on Ron." Hermione smiled.

                "Last one there is a cultureless cretin!" Crabbe burst out, as there was a flurry of Apparating. Snape hung back for a moment walking up to the window and looking in. His eyebrows rose when he saw that Draco had Harry pressed against the wall and was currently thrusting violently into him while Harry's legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, both sets of eyes closed in sexual bliss. 

                "10 points to Gryffindor." He murmured. "For saving MY life… and I'll never admit that again." Smirking at the couple that had changed position, Harry pressed face first into the wall – howling from his expression while Draco was pulling the hair on his scalp back to bite his neck as his hands caressed Harry's erection, he Apparated to Snape Manor for a well deserved drink – leaving Harry and Draco unobserved.

                After Draco finally released him from his passionate lovemaking, falling asleep in sheer exhaustion, Harry crept to the roof to pen all he thought and felt. Much was left to be decided, a wedding day, a job, where to live permanently if it was not Potter-Malfoy Manor, the forgiveness of Dumbledore… but that could wait until tomorrow.

There was a day

Long ago

When I loved you

More than you'll know

There was a day

When the sun shone high

When I turned to you

And told you goodbye

There was a day

When you came back to me

I let the hurt go

The past was set free

Sins we had committed

Were released with our vow

With a solid and firm promise

Of the here and now

Nothing matters now

The future comes as it always did

We go forth together

Personal demons we are rid

The path forth is bright

Life holds a new hope

We have a future together

Because of the words you spoke.

                With this fic finished, I should warn you I have three more warming up. My muse had left without a forwarding address but I hunted her down and am making her work for her crust. Hope you enjoyed this fic. I might do a follow up if there is sufficient interest.