Harry sent off his letter. He has been living alone for years now. Alone because he still waited for Draco to come back to him. He needed Draco back. He still remembered all those nights at Hogwarts they spent together. It had been their sixth year. Harry would never forget it. It lived in his mind everyday. The same memories played over and over again. The pain he felt when he found out Draco had broken up with him and gone to someone else. He had been hurt but he had not blind. He could see Draco sneaking glances at him. They had been close to be found out. That's what happened. Pansy had found out about their little rendezvous and threatened to tell the world. Draco had to break up with Harry to hook up with Pansy so she would keep her mouth shut. Draco never once denied their love. He just pretended it didn't happen. If anything, that hurt Harry the most.
Draco sent off his letter. He had been living alone for two years now. One year after things with Pansy started she had died at the hand of Voldemort. The Dark Lord said she had simply been too ugly so he had to get rid of her. Draco would have snickered at this at the time but he couldn't because it only reaffirmed that he and Harry no longer had what they had years ago. The one person he had ever fallen in love with had been lost in battle fighting against his side. But he had kept it inside him for too long. Each day seemed like an eternity. To have to wake up without Harry beside him felt the worst of all. He loved those nights they had snuck off and slept together and woke up in each other's arms. The first thing he saw had been Harry and the first thing Harry saw had been Draco. The love, the real love. He needed that again, now more than anything because as each day passed, the pain grew more urgent and desperate. He couldn't take it anymore.
Draco got his letter not long after he sent his off. He recognized Harry's owl and welcomed her with open arms. This didn't make sense though. He had just sent off his letter to him. If Harry replied so soon why hadn't Harry let Draco's own owl bring the message?
Draco opened the letter but Hedwig wouldn't leave until he had been done and returned her with a response.
By the time Draco got to the end of the letter he had to grip a chair and fall back on it. When Draco reached the end, he saw nothing but darkness because he had passed out.
Harry heard a knocking at his window. He looked up and saw Draco's owl, he would recognize him anywhere. This had been odd though, where's Hedwig?
Harry quickly opened the letter addressed to him from Draco. As Harry read the letter he had to grab hold of something as to not tip over from surprise. When Harry reached the end of the letter he had passed out.
Draco woke up to the constant nudging from Hedwig. He knew what he had to do. He took Hedwig onto his arm and he Apparated to Harry's house.
When Draco arrived Harry laid on the floor passed out with Draco's own owl nudging for Harry to wake. Harry didn't move. He had passed out cold. Just as Draco bent down to pick up Harry and bring his love to a more comfortable position Harry's eyes shot open and looked at who entered his house. Their eyes locked. Both of them frozen and neither of them could do anything.
It had been a long time later with Harry lying on the floor looking up at Draco and Draco standing looking down at his love when Draco fell to his knees to kiss Harry.
Harry kissed back and it had been the most wonderful feeling in the world. All the feelings rushed back. All of what they lost during the past three years had been right here. Secretly stowed away within them and now it had been released. Here and now. It hadn't been long before Draco had brought Harry up to the bed without parting their lips.
Draco slowly unbuttoned Harry's shirt and Harry slowly unbuttoned Draco's. They pushed off one another's shirts which landed on the floor and moved on to the pants. They did the same thing, mirroring the other's exact movements.
Pretty soon Harry lay under Draco feeling Draco's growing erection against his own. Throughout the whole process not once did their lips ever part.
They ground into each other harder. It seemed enough compared to all the longing they held for three years, the years of holding back. Harry never had another and Draco never had another even with the constantly willing Pansy attached to him.
Their tongues seemed to be surprising the other every time. They couldn't get enough of just kissing. It had been three years of passion boiled within them. They couldn't let that go. They kept this up and kept grinding their hips moving in perfect motion. It had been perfect, all of it. No movement had been too fast nor had any of it been too slow. No kiss labeled too deep nor too light. No touch had been too rough nor had it bee too soft. Everything simply radiated in perfection as it should be.
They both came at the same moment all over each other and they didn't care. They moaned perfectly and in perfect rhythm. They touched all the right spots. Everything had been perfect and no one could take that away from them. It had all been perfection to the very end.
It hadn't been until the night had fallen and the day rose once more when they parted. Panting from total exhaustion.
Harry looked at Draco and Draco looked at back.
"What took you so long?" Asked Harry
"I got held up." Replied Draco casually
Just then a knock could be heard at the door to Harry's room but they didn't flinch or give recognition for even hearing the sound. They just kept looking into each other's eyes.
From the other side of the door Ron could be heard, "Harry, I know your secret. I know all about it. Come out with that little ferret and end this before it gets out of hand. Come out Harry, I know you're in there with him. This is wrong what you are doing and you shouldn't do this. My sister loves you, she always has, why won't you have her? Taking Ginny would be the right thing to do. Come out Harry and bring that little ferret with you."
Draco looked into Harry's eyes still panting, "Well?"
"Let them come."
"And when they find us here like this?"
"They can do whatever they want."
"You don't care?"
"Not if you are with me."
Draco smiled at his love. "Then I don't care either."
Harry smiled at Draco and wrapped his arms around Draco's hips, pulling his dragon towards his own body again. Both their eyes closed as they slowly drifted off to sleep.
They lay like that for a few seconds before the door opened. Ron and a bunch of other's rushed in to find a naked Harry and a naked Draco with their eyes closed beneath the covers and their bodies tightly pressed against one another.
Severus entered the room behind the rest of them with his arms across his chest and looked at the sleeping couple. "I told you all to stay away from here. There is nothing you can do to stop true love. Now there's no way you can take them apart. They have decided this fate and you cannot do anything about it."
Ron ran over to the statue which lay on the bed. Ron yanked back the covers to find the truly naked forms of the two except nothing reflected flesh but instead stone. He thought it had only been a myth. That when soul mates or two people who loved each other enough had been torn apart and had been willing to give anything, even their lives to never be apart then they become the only thing that cannot be torn apart. They turn to stone. He couldn't believe it. They had chosen to stay together forever, never being able to take another breath than to be separated and breath.