An explanation
The dungeons were full of students, all huddling together, worriedly talking about what could be wrong, and what could make Dumbledore order them all down into the bowls of the mountain. Harry began looking for Ron or Hermione, and he soon found them. They were standing in a corner with about five other students, mainly Gryffindors. As Harry walked over to his friends, Draco grabbed his arm.
"We don't tell them any of what was happening. OK? I don't know what's happening between us, but I don't want the rest of the school to try and figure out before I know." His comment didn't have the usual rancor that a remark from Draco normally carried. He even went so far as to smile at Harry, but quickly wiped the look off his face when he turned to look for his own friends.
Harry was mystified. Every time he looked at Draco, he discovered a new layer, and each time he thought he had found the last mood Draco had, the blonde showed him another. He shook his head, and headed over to Hermione and Ron, who were currently talking with Neville, Seamus, Andy Lennox, and Dean. He walked deliberately, letting his friends see him first, and start the conversation.
"Hello Harry! How's our favorite part veela doing today? Present company exempt, of course." Hermione always had a way to unruffled feathers, even before people realized their feathers were being ruffled. "You look smug. What happened with you?"
Harry wanted to tell her and Ron exactly what had happened between him and Draco, but he remembered the blonde's words, and didn't want to hurt the other boy, so he just smiled, and gestured for them to continue their conversation. No one seemed ready to do so, but before Hermione could ask again, Dumbledore's voice filled the room.
"Students, we will be taking a head count right now, so everyone sit down when the bouncing light taps you. Lusienso!" With a wave of his wand, a dazzling ball of light popped into existence and began bouncing on the heads of the students. The ball went from student to student, turning whomever it hit, a bright color, so no one could mistake if they'd been bounced on. When the ball reached the group of friends standing in the corner, it began with Seamus, turning him a bright pink, Hermione and Ron were both turned blue, Dean made a spectacular orange. After the first four Gryffindors, the ball bounced on the lone Ravenclaw, and turned him a pink that matched Seamus. After the smaller boy, the ball bounced on Harry, turning him a very slytherin green.
They sat down in their corner, and waited for the ball to finish its job. They were sitting there for more than five minutes while the ball counted the remaining students, and once everyone was sitting, a silence seemed to fill the room, until Dumbledore's voice returned.
"Now, students, almost everyone is present and accounted for, and professors have been dispatched to look for the rest. It seems like there is no time like the present for explanations. Tonight, at approximately seven o'clock, the wards around Hogwarts were breached, by at least 12 wizards or witches apparating onto the grounds. The only way that was possible, would be with powerful dark magic, or a magical key only four people have or know how to work. We assume that these 12 are Death Eaters. At 7:15, a fire was started in the herbology labs, destroying some very rare plants.
When the professors left to deal with this threat, an explosion blew open my own office. That was when you were all ordered down here. At that time, I confronted the intruders, and recognized several. Unfortunately, most that I recognized are now lying dead on the floors of Hogwarts. Five Death Eaters escaped, and the Ministry of Magic is sending out three teams of Aurors. Also, they will be sending a pack of Dementors. I will expect any student who is requested for questioning to comply with whatever they are asked, unless it compromises their safety or their beliefs. Thank you for your time, you are now dismissed to return to your dormitories. Any one found outside of their own Dormitory will be cursed first, and questioned later. Now, you are dismissed."
The students looked at each other, some looking to see if others knew about the attack before it was planned, others looking for comfort. The former were mainly Slytherins, and the latter members of the 'nicer' houses. Harry's eyes searched out Draco, and out of the crowd a pair of almost luminescent silver eyes locked onto his. It was as if the rest of the dungeon had emptied, and they were entirely alone. They met in the middle of the room, and it was all Harry could do to not take hold of Draco, and never let go. Some how he managed to keep his hands to himself, though he did notice Draco's hands twitching as if they wanted to hold him too.
"Are you OK Harry? No one was hurt, I know, but you feel things, about people. you know. I just thought you might be upset. You know, with the caring and stuff." Draco managed to look at Harry, and still be looking out at the crowd watching for his housemates, and people who might spread rumors. Harry managed not to chuckle, but only just.
"Yes, I'm OK. I'll get over the fact that they destroyed things, it just peeves me that they managed to break through the Hogwarts defenses, and then came in, and had the audacity to attack Dumbldore. I still can't quiet get it. What about you? Did you lose any close friends, family?" Harry wasn't trying to be ruder than normal, but he really did care what was happening to Malfoy.
"I don't know. This sounds like something Father would try, or if not him then some of his friends. or one friend in particular might have planned it." The hint in his voice was obvious, "I guess I'll just have to wait until he contacts me, or until Dumbledore asks me to his office. er. his new office for questioning." Draco looked Harry up and down, hints of the fire that had been there earlier, sparked at Harry, and then he saw Crabbe and Goyle coming towards them.
"Jeeze Potter! Can't you ever get off your pedestal? You'd think that I knew every single plan Voldemorte made, the way you come up to me demanding answers! And even if I did know something, what makes you think I'd tell you?" This time, the stinging comment carried no smile, and Harry wasn't sure how to take it, until he saw the two goons out of the corner of his eye. Then it all became clear to him, and he puffed himself up for a response.
"Don't they pass out the plans at your junior Death Eater Summer Camps? And if not there, doesn't your dear father bring you in on his major planning sessions? Fine! I'll see you back in the tower, and if you plan on staying out passed the door check time, I'm not gonna come out to save your ass from some curse happy professor." With that, Harry turned and walked away, leaving Draco to explain to Crabbe and Goyle how to act under these new circumstances.
Harry arrived in the Veela tower just in time to see the others going into their respective rooms. Harry drew in a calming breath, but there was something missing. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something wasn't quite right. He walked into his room, and began to undress. Once he was in the buff, he grabbed a towel, and walked into the bathroom. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, the main entrance swung open to let Draco in.
The blonde stepped in, and then turned to head to his room. That was when he saw Harry, who had frozen where he was. Draco again was irked that the Gryffindor was that much bigger than he was, but it reassured him that he probably had more experience using his. He looked Harry from the top of his head to his toes, enjoying each inch, once he returned to the eyes, he licked his lips.
"Harry. *gulp* Can we talk after your bath. or shower, whichever it is you're taking? I think we need to talk. *gulp* Yeah. talk." His mouth was watering, and Harry had yet to move, "Well? Can we talk?"
"Yeah, sure Malfoy. We'll talk, and it's a bath. Who wouldn't take a bath with the tub we've got in there?" With a wink, he opened the door, and went in, leaving Draco with the largest boner he'd ever had. After the water stopped falling, Draco could hear Harry singing.
"Pretty Slytherin walking down the street. Pretty Slytherin, the kind I want to meet." Some muggle song, guessed Draco, "It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog." Even though the song changed, Harry managed not to change key, and Draco wondered if all muggles liked singing that bad. "Hey Mr. DJ put the record on, I wanna dance with my baby!" Draco was stunned. These can't be tunes out of Harry's head, but they didn't sound like any muggle music he'd ever heard. When Harry got out, Draco raised one eyebrow, and asked the question.
"What the devil were you singing? Do muggles really sing that bad?" He laughed when Harry turned bright pink, and stormed into their room. After a few moments, he came back out, and plopped down in a huff onto the couch next to Draco.
"Last summer, not the one that just ended, but before that, Duddley got a collection of American Muggle music. It covered five decades, and after he weeded through what he liked and didn't, his part only covered about three years, and none of them were consecutive. He gave what he didn't like to his parents who thought it was all rubbish, so they gave it to me. Those were just my favorites. I adjusted some, but still, they're good. I just can't carry a tune in a bucket. Well," he looked at the blonde, and smiled, "what did you want to talk about?"
Draco was still laughing, but managed to control it long enough to get out a short sentence, "I think I like you." *laugh-laugh* "I just don't know if it's because of the Veela blood. or if, heaven forbid, I actually like your personality. Well? Have I finally struck the golden boy speechless? Why oh why couldn't I have done this sooner? I wonder how long it'll take you to learn to speak again. hmmm. what could I do to you while you don't know how to talk?" His gloating tone did nothing to help Harry regain his composure. But once he did, he began right away.
"What!? What do you mean, 'I think I like you.' That's not just something you up and bloody tell someone you've been hating for five years! You give them some bloody time to bloody comprehend the fact that you don't necessarily hate them anymore! Jesus H. Christ! Well, if it's any consolation, I think I bloody well like you too! And may you choke on it!"
With a chuckle, "I mean to get it so far down, I gag, which wouldn't take much effort for you. I have seen what you bring to the party, and it's pretty darn big." He smirked in that infuriating way that made Harry want to either hit him, or kiss him. He didn't know which. Then he decided. With a quick motion, he grabbed Draco's face and brought it up to his own; where he proceeded to kiss it the best it's ever been kissed. After a few moments, he let up, and saw the look of dazed pleasure on Draco's face.
"Was I as good as Pansy? Better?" He smirked, in just the same way Draco had, making the Slytherin want him all the more.
"Much better. Much, much, better. Now give it to me again!" They came back together, and with much moaning proceeded to have quiet the snog fest. Just as their heavy breathing began to get serious, the portrait swung open again, this time revealing Snape, Mcgonagal, and Dumbledore.
"Ahem. boys? May we have a word?" Despite the politeness of his request, Dumbledore's voice carried all the humor it could, making both boys blush profusely. The three teachers arranged themselves on the other couches, and Harry and Draco just sat up, tidying their seat. "Now, to begin. Everything I said in the dungeons is true, but it wasn't the entire truth. We now know that it was indeed Death Eaters, but we also know that the person leading the attack was none other than the dark Lord. He had with him his two most trusted lieutenants. Peter Pettigrew, and your father, Mr. Malfoy. Voldemort managed to escape us, but the two lieutenants were not so lucky. Luscius lies dying in the infirmary, and Pettigrew confessed his crimes to me, before he died. Draco, you may want to go and visit your father before it is too late. Madam Pomfrey told me that he had only about five hours left. Now, seeing the situation you were in before we arrived, I do doubt your personal involvement in this crime, but the ministry will want to speak to you. I will ask that one of your peers and one of your professors be present at all times. Who would you like there? I would assume Mr. Potter here, and Professor Snape, yes?" He gave Draco just enough time to nod before going on.
"I shall do all in my power to keep the students safe, but while the dementors and aurors are here, you must be on your top behavior. No sneaking around, not even with an invisibility cloak Harry. No pranks on other students, and definitely no brawls. I will not have a student given the dementor's kiss because he was being stupid and brought their wrath on himself. Are we understood? Good. Now we shall leave you to whatever it was you were doing, before we arrived." With a wink, he gathered the two professors, and headed out, once they were beyond the portrait, he turned to them.
"Does that allay your suspicions Minerva? And yours Severus? I doubt either of those boys was involved, or even knew anyone who was. Now, you need to go and speak to your houses, and let them no about the new. ahem. more enforced, rules that are in effect. Good night."
Back inside the Veela tower, the mood had been ruined for the two boys. Harry was leaning on the arm rest, staring into the fire, and Draco was lost somewhere between the idea that his father was dying, and the though of Harry's lips on his own. He stood up, and without a word, went to the portrait door and strode out. Of course, Harry followed quickly, not wanting Draco to get caught be a teacher not in the know about Luscious.
When they arrived in the infirmary, there were seven beds occupied. Four were being monitored by Fluffy and Fang, Hagrid's dogs, who between them had a total of four heads. The beds without guards held wounded or ill students, who hadn't made it to the dungeons. Draco walked directly over to his father, ignoring the growling Fang. Harry followed at a safe distance, allowing the father and son to have their last moments alone.
"Father? Are you awake?" Draco's voice trembled, and he looked like he would cry. "I know you never wanted to serve him. and I'll take good care of mother. And the estates. The Malfoy line won't end here, I promise you Father." With a gasp, he laid his head upon his father's chest, who moaned, and then began to speak.
"Draco. I wanted to tell you. I always loved you. I never got to see your mate. Have you picked some lucky witch yet? *cough* I just hope she's worthy of you, and the Malfoy name. I can see in your eyes, you have something to tell me. What is it?" Each word was an extreme effort for the once vital man, but when he focused his eyes on Draco, the boy felt how much strength he still had.
"Father, I have found my mate. He's Harry. Harry Potter. Come here Harry. Father, see here he is. Father? Father?" As Draco began to shake the now lifeless form of the older Malfoy, Harry let the tears fall down his cheeks. Luscius had died smiling, and all Harry could think was that the older man approved some how of him as a son in law. Harry gathered Draco into his arms, and began to rock the blonde, muttering soothing words, and waving away the school nurse, and other students who worried over Draco.
Sorry for the cliff hanger, but I didn't want to get too sappy. Just a bit of a question, Do we want Harry and Draco to start acting like the happy couple, or have it stay secret for a while? I do plan for them to marry in the end, and some male pregnancies. hee hee (Why should it only be Harry who gets preggers? Why not blondie?) OK, review and let me know what you want. A) Out to the world as the happy Malfoy-Potter couple, or B) Secret in the closet relationship. I have chapter 7 out for editing, Thanks Frizzy! So, let me know soon, so I can get it into chapter 8. OK? Thanks!
The dungeons were full of students, all huddling together, worriedly talking about what could be wrong, and what could make Dumbledore order them all down into the bowls of the mountain. Harry began looking for Ron or Hermione, and he soon found them. They were standing in a corner with about five other students, mainly Gryffindors. As Harry walked over to his friends, Draco grabbed his arm.
"We don't tell them any of what was happening. OK? I don't know what's happening between us, but I don't want the rest of the school to try and figure out before I know." His comment didn't have the usual rancor that a remark from Draco normally carried. He even went so far as to smile at Harry, but quickly wiped the look off his face when he turned to look for his own friends.
Harry was mystified. Every time he looked at Draco, he discovered a new layer, and each time he thought he had found the last mood Draco had, the blonde showed him another. He shook his head, and headed over to Hermione and Ron, who were currently talking with Neville, Seamus, Andy Lennox, and Dean. He walked deliberately, letting his friends see him first, and start the conversation.
"Hello Harry! How's our favorite part veela doing today? Present company exempt, of course." Hermione always had a way to unruffled feathers, even before people realized their feathers were being ruffled. "You look smug. What happened with you?"
Harry wanted to tell her and Ron exactly what had happened between him and Draco, but he remembered the blonde's words, and didn't want to hurt the other boy, so he just smiled, and gestured for them to continue their conversation. No one seemed ready to do so, but before Hermione could ask again, Dumbledore's voice filled the room.
"Students, we will be taking a head count right now, so everyone sit down when the bouncing light taps you. Lusienso!" With a wave of his wand, a dazzling ball of light popped into existence and began bouncing on the heads of the students. The ball went from student to student, turning whomever it hit, a bright color, so no one could mistake if they'd been bounced on. When the ball reached the group of friends standing in the corner, it began with Seamus, turning him a bright pink, Hermione and Ron were both turned blue, Dean made a spectacular orange. After the first four Gryffindors, the ball bounced on the lone Ravenclaw, and turned him a pink that matched Seamus. After the smaller boy, the ball bounced on Harry, turning him a very slytherin green.
They sat down in their corner, and waited for the ball to finish its job. They were sitting there for more than five minutes while the ball counted the remaining students, and once everyone was sitting, a silence seemed to fill the room, until Dumbledore's voice returned.
"Now, students, almost everyone is present and accounted for, and professors have been dispatched to look for the rest. It seems like there is no time like the present for explanations. Tonight, at approximately seven o'clock, the wards around Hogwarts were breached, by at least 12 wizards or witches apparating onto the grounds. The only way that was possible, would be with powerful dark magic, or a magical key only four people have or know how to work. We assume that these 12 are Death Eaters. At 7:15, a fire was started in the herbology labs, destroying some very rare plants.
When the professors left to deal with this threat, an explosion blew open my own office. That was when you were all ordered down here. At that time, I confronted the intruders, and recognized several. Unfortunately, most that I recognized are now lying dead on the floors of Hogwarts. Five Death Eaters escaped, and the Ministry of Magic is sending out three teams of Aurors. Also, they will be sending a pack of Dementors. I will expect any student who is requested for questioning to comply with whatever they are asked, unless it compromises their safety or their beliefs. Thank you for your time, you are now dismissed to return to your dormitories. Any one found outside of their own Dormitory will be cursed first, and questioned later. Now, you are dismissed."
The students looked at each other, some looking to see if others knew about the attack before it was planned, others looking for comfort. The former were mainly Slytherins, and the latter members of the 'nicer' houses. Harry's eyes searched out Draco, and out of the crowd a pair of almost luminescent silver eyes locked onto his. It was as if the rest of the dungeon had emptied, and they were entirely alone. They met in the middle of the room, and it was all Harry could do to not take hold of Draco, and never let go. Some how he managed to keep his hands to himself, though he did notice Draco's hands twitching as if they wanted to hold him too.
"Are you OK Harry? No one was hurt, I know, but you feel things, about people. you know. I just thought you might be upset. You know, with the caring and stuff." Draco managed to look at Harry, and still be looking out at the crowd watching for his housemates, and people who might spread rumors. Harry managed not to chuckle, but only just.
"Yes, I'm OK. I'll get over the fact that they destroyed things, it just peeves me that they managed to break through the Hogwarts defenses, and then came in, and had the audacity to attack Dumbldore. I still can't quiet get it. What about you? Did you lose any close friends, family?" Harry wasn't trying to be ruder than normal, but he really did care what was happening to Malfoy.
"I don't know. This sounds like something Father would try, or if not him then some of his friends. or one friend in particular might have planned it." The hint in his voice was obvious, "I guess I'll just have to wait until he contacts me, or until Dumbledore asks me to his office. er. his new office for questioning." Draco looked Harry up and down, hints of the fire that had been there earlier, sparked at Harry, and then he saw Crabbe and Goyle coming towards them.
"Jeeze Potter! Can't you ever get off your pedestal? You'd think that I knew every single plan Voldemorte made, the way you come up to me demanding answers! And even if I did know something, what makes you think I'd tell you?" This time, the stinging comment carried no smile, and Harry wasn't sure how to take it, until he saw the two goons out of the corner of his eye. Then it all became clear to him, and he puffed himself up for a response.
"Don't they pass out the plans at your junior Death Eater Summer Camps? And if not there, doesn't your dear father bring you in on his major planning sessions? Fine! I'll see you back in the tower, and if you plan on staying out passed the door check time, I'm not gonna come out to save your ass from some curse happy professor." With that, Harry turned and walked away, leaving Draco to explain to Crabbe and Goyle how to act under these new circumstances.
Harry arrived in the Veela tower just in time to see the others going into their respective rooms. Harry drew in a calming breath, but there was something missing. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something wasn't quite right. He walked into his room, and began to undress. Once he was in the buff, he grabbed a towel, and walked into the bathroom. Just as he put his hand on the doorknob, the main entrance swung open to let Draco in.
The blonde stepped in, and then turned to head to his room. That was when he saw Harry, who had frozen where he was. Draco again was irked that the Gryffindor was that much bigger than he was, but it reassured him that he probably had more experience using his. He looked Harry from the top of his head to his toes, enjoying each inch, once he returned to the eyes, he licked his lips.
"Harry. *gulp* Can we talk after your bath. or shower, whichever it is you're taking? I think we need to talk. *gulp* Yeah. talk." His mouth was watering, and Harry had yet to move, "Well? Can we talk?"
"Yeah, sure Malfoy. We'll talk, and it's a bath. Who wouldn't take a bath with the tub we've got in there?" With a wink, he opened the door, and went in, leaving Draco with the largest boner he'd ever had. After the water stopped falling, Draco could hear Harry singing.
"Pretty Slytherin walking down the street. Pretty Slytherin, the kind I want to meet." Some muggle song, guessed Draco, "It's been a hard day's night, and I've been working like a dog." Even though the song changed, Harry managed not to change key, and Draco wondered if all muggles liked singing that bad. "Hey Mr. DJ put the record on, I wanna dance with my baby!" Draco was stunned. These can't be tunes out of Harry's head, but they didn't sound like any muggle music he'd ever heard. When Harry got out, Draco raised one eyebrow, and asked the question.
"What the devil were you singing? Do muggles really sing that bad?" He laughed when Harry turned bright pink, and stormed into their room. After a few moments, he came back out, and plopped down in a huff onto the couch next to Draco.
"Last summer, not the one that just ended, but before that, Duddley got a collection of American Muggle music. It covered five decades, and after he weeded through what he liked and didn't, his part only covered about three years, and none of them were consecutive. He gave what he didn't like to his parents who thought it was all rubbish, so they gave it to me. Those were just my favorites. I adjusted some, but still, they're good. I just can't carry a tune in a bucket. Well," he looked at the blonde, and smiled, "what did you want to talk about?"
Draco was still laughing, but managed to control it long enough to get out a short sentence, "I think I like you." *laugh-laugh* "I just don't know if it's because of the Veela blood. or if, heaven forbid, I actually like your personality. Well? Have I finally struck the golden boy speechless? Why oh why couldn't I have done this sooner? I wonder how long it'll take you to learn to speak again. hmmm. what could I do to you while you don't know how to talk?" His gloating tone did nothing to help Harry regain his composure. But once he did, he began right away.
"What!? What do you mean, 'I think I like you.' That's not just something you up and bloody tell someone you've been hating for five years! You give them some bloody time to bloody comprehend the fact that you don't necessarily hate them anymore! Jesus H. Christ! Well, if it's any consolation, I think I bloody well like you too! And may you choke on it!"
With a chuckle, "I mean to get it so far down, I gag, which wouldn't take much effort for you. I have seen what you bring to the party, and it's pretty darn big." He smirked in that infuriating way that made Harry want to either hit him, or kiss him. He didn't know which. Then he decided. With a quick motion, he grabbed Draco's face and brought it up to his own; where he proceeded to kiss it the best it's ever been kissed. After a few moments, he let up, and saw the look of dazed pleasure on Draco's face.
"Was I as good as Pansy? Better?" He smirked, in just the same way Draco had, making the Slytherin want him all the more.
"Much better. Much, much, better. Now give it to me again!" They came back together, and with much moaning proceeded to have quiet the snog fest. Just as their heavy breathing began to get serious, the portrait swung open again, this time revealing Snape, Mcgonagal, and Dumbledore.
"Ahem. boys? May we have a word?" Despite the politeness of his request, Dumbledore's voice carried all the humor it could, making both boys blush profusely. The three teachers arranged themselves on the other couches, and Harry and Draco just sat up, tidying their seat. "Now, to begin. Everything I said in the dungeons is true, but it wasn't the entire truth. We now know that it was indeed Death Eaters, but we also know that the person leading the attack was none other than the dark Lord. He had with him his two most trusted lieutenants. Peter Pettigrew, and your father, Mr. Malfoy. Voldemort managed to escape us, but the two lieutenants were not so lucky. Luscius lies dying in the infirmary, and Pettigrew confessed his crimes to me, before he died. Draco, you may want to go and visit your father before it is too late. Madam Pomfrey told me that he had only about five hours left. Now, seeing the situation you were in before we arrived, I do doubt your personal involvement in this crime, but the ministry will want to speak to you. I will ask that one of your peers and one of your professors be present at all times. Who would you like there? I would assume Mr. Potter here, and Professor Snape, yes?" He gave Draco just enough time to nod before going on.
"I shall do all in my power to keep the students safe, but while the dementors and aurors are here, you must be on your top behavior. No sneaking around, not even with an invisibility cloak Harry. No pranks on other students, and definitely no brawls. I will not have a student given the dementor's kiss because he was being stupid and brought their wrath on himself. Are we understood? Good. Now we shall leave you to whatever it was you were doing, before we arrived." With a wink, he gathered the two professors, and headed out, once they were beyond the portrait, he turned to them.
"Does that allay your suspicions Minerva? And yours Severus? I doubt either of those boys was involved, or even knew anyone who was. Now, you need to go and speak to your houses, and let them no about the new. ahem. more enforced, rules that are in effect. Good night."
Back inside the Veela tower, the mood had been ruined for the two boys. Harry was leaning on the arm rest, staring into the fire, and Draco was lost somewhere between the idea that his father was dying, and the though of Harry's lips on his own. He stood up, and without a word, went to the portrait door and strode out. Of course, Harry followed quickly, not wanting Draco to get caught be a teacher not in the know about Luscious.
When they arrived in the infirmary, there were seven beds occupied. Four were being monitored by Fluffy and Fang, Hagrid's dogs, who between them had a total of four heads. The beds without guards held wounded or ill students, who hadn't made it to the dungeons. Draco walked directly over to his father, ignoring the growling Fang. Harry followed at a safe distance, allowing the father and son to have their last moments alone.
"Father? Are you awake?" Draco's voice trembled, and he looked like he would cry. "I know you never wanted to serve him. and I'll take good care of mother. And the estates. The Malfoy line won't end here, I promise you Father." With a gasp, he laid his head upon his father's chest, who moaned, and then began to speak.
"Draco. I wanted to tell you. I always loved you. I never got to see your mate. Have you picked some lucky witch yet? *cough* I just hope she's worthy of you, and the Malfoy name. I can see in your eyes, you have something to tell me. What is it?" Each word was an extreme effort for the once vital man, but when he focused his eyes on Draco, the boy felt how much strength he still had.
"Father, I have found my mate. He's Harry. Harry Potter. Come here Harry. Father, see here he is. Father? Father?" As Draco began to shake the now lifeless form of the older Malfoy, Harry let the tears fall down his cheeks. Luscius had died smiling, and all Harry could think was that the older man approved some how of him as a son in law. Harry gathered Draco into his arms, and began to rock the blonde, muttering soothing words, and waving away the school nurse, and other students who worried over Draco.
Sorry for the cliff hanger, but I didn't want to get too sappy. Just a bit of a question, Do we want Harry and Draco to start acting like the happy couple, or have it stay secret for a while? I do plan for them to marry in the end, and some male pregnancies. hee hee (Why should it only be Harry who gets preggers? Why not blondie?) OK, review and let me know what you want. A) Out to the world as the happy Malfoy-Potter couple, or B) Secret in the closet relationship. I have chapter 7 out for editing, Thanks Frizzy! So, let me know soon, so I can get it into chapter 8. OK? Thanks!