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Warnings: BADLY WRITTEN SMUT! :)

Golden Daffodils

--------- I wandered lonely as a cloud.

Epilogue - Draco's POV

NOTE: The Watch Joke … it's around the wrong way … Just thought I had to clarify. You'll see when you get to it.

Golden Daffodils are the first things I see when I open my eyes. They're clearly trying to choke the vase they sit in, there's so many. Harry always insists on getting up and picking more everyday when he goes for his morning walk, but I know he only does that because I like them. They always were my favourites.

The reason that I woke up at all was repeated. Someone, no prizes for guessing who, was digging a finger into my spine, just below my neck. It was rather irritating. "Stop it." I don't know why I bothered. Me muttering at him won't do anything. His fingers felt cold from his walk and I briefly considered giving him my 'Are you mad?' speech about wandering around the yard at four o'clock in the morning.

But I know why he does it, this place still creeps him out. He asked me why I wanted to come back here to live when I first told him where I was going. Said that it was my home, and I was damn well going to live in it, laughing at Lucius, until hell froze over and the bastard wouldn't be able to hear me anymore for all the ice in his skull. Besides, it was huge and ludicrously expensive, just my style.

Harry had smiled slightly, giving a shrug and a few words of how if I could, he could. Don't recall asking him to move in, then again, didn't tell him not to either. Things haven't been too bad, only a few screaming matches with some less than pleasant things said. We're doing a lot better than I ever thought.

Though we did remove anything breakable from our room after the first fight. Anything that was left, anyway. And the carpet is still a little scorched.

"Are you ever going to get up?"

"No, go away. I'm sleeping."

Those fingers, back into my spine again and I sighed, shifting to roll over and look at him where he sat. I like the mornings when he's smiling and thankfully this is one of them. "I get the impression you were trying to capture my attention. Anything I can help you with?"

He scrunched his face up a little but still smiled. "Haven't you forgotten anything?"

"That I'm stuck with an irritating child who won't let me sleep in?"

He scratched his chest, knocking the necklace out of the way. He still insists on wearing it, though he made me remove the influencing spell on it, the one that helped him hate me when I needed him to. I sent him my best smile, knowing what he was fishing for.

"Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?"

I looked down to the bed, as if in deep in thought, knowing that he must be getting a little annoyed by now. "Um, can't really think of anything."

"Think harder." Ah, his slightly cold tone, oh yes, he's getting irritated.

I look up, face brightening as if I just thought it. "Happy Birthday."

His tense posture relaxed somewhat and he smiled again. "Thank you. Do I get anything?"

I know I shouldn't do it, call me masochistic if you like, I know I shouldn't intentionally anger him, not when there are so many things I could do unintentionally, but I'd been thinking about it for the last four days. I know I should just give him what he's not asking for right now, especially as we had a fight just last night and went to bed angry without even looking at each other, but I don't. "Yeah, your gifts are down in the library." He's going to kill me. But it'll be worth it.

"Anything else?" He's starting with that confused tone, as if I might have missed that look in his eye.

I haven't, but I'm an evil bastard. Well, perhaps not 'evil' maybe only a little mean. "Um, no, should there be? Thought you'd want to go unwrap your presents."

"I just thought there might be something here for me." He indicates he means the bedroom.

I frown. "No, I left your gifts, all wrapped up, in the library."

He looks at me for a little longer, trying to see if I'm serious. "Okay, come down with me?"

"Why?" Dead, yes, I'm so dead. … Again.

"To watch me open them."

"Nah, I'll get a bit more sleep, you go have fun."

And there it is, that look that means he's going to try something in order to hurt me. But he doesn't. He only stands, quicker than he should making him overbalance a bit. "Fine." It was more of a snarl and part of me feels slightly guilty.

Fortunately I bought him nothing breakable, because I just know he's going to throw them against the walls or something. He slams the door after himself and I can even still hear him stomp down the stairs, as if he was five not eighteen.

I'm so going to pay for that. But I'm laughing softly anyway. The difference with meaning to make him mad is at least I know how to fix it. I hope. Briefly thinking about actually staying in bed like I told him I would, I snort, knowing that I should only do that if I want to lose my hand … again.

I dragged myself out of the nice warm bed and headed off to have a shower, thinking everything out perfectly as the water tumbled over me. I kept it quick, not knowing how long it would be before he came back up. What if he doesn't come back up? What if he stays down there? Or leaves completely, going to his friends? But I push those thoughts aside, knowing that he won't.

He'll come back up, if only to trudge around the room, opening drawers only to slam them closed again. He's mad right now, and he'll be mad again when he finds out I did it on purpose, but I should be able to win him back over. I grabbed up my towel, drying off quickly then found my white towelling robe. It hangs open and loose as I made my way over to my drawers and find the think red ribbon I bought last week.

It's tacky and I know it, but he'll like it. Besides it could have been worse … I could be wearing silk. I tied my robe closed and went to sit on the end of the bed. I can smell the fresh flowers from where I'm sitting and it's actually quite nice. Daffodils aren't the prettiest flowers, but they were my mother's favourite, so they became mine. Never knew if she only liked them because they were her namesake but that doesn't really matter. I keep meaning to tell Harry that they have another name, Lent Lily, but I somehow never get around to it. Wonder if he already knows? Besides, it would sound strange to say it.

He's coming back up the stairs now, must have finished trying to destroy my gifts. I placed my hands back and leant all my weight to there. Pushing my knees together, but keeping my ankles as far apart as I could, I titled my head to side, adopting an innocent look. It's not easier to hold this position and look relaxed, but I managed … just.

He doesn't even look at me when he comes in, so I wait as he thumps around the room, opening and closing things a little too loudly and putting on the pretense that he's looking for something. He'll ask me if I've seen something soon. More stomping and thumping and slamming things shut, but I wait it out.

"Have you seen my blue shirt?"

I have, it's in the bathroom hamper and I'll bet everything I own that he knows it too, but I play along. "No."

"Well, I wanted to wear it. I'm going to see Hermione. Get out of this fucking house, and away from you."

I don't rise to the bait. "Okay."

He slammed the wardrobe door so hard the whole thing shook as the door swung out again, the wood groaning. "For fuck's sake Malfoy! I don't ask for much most times and the least you could do is …"

He'd finally turned around and looked at me. I must look like a right slut, all sprawled and red bows and nonsense, but I don't care. I just smile at him, looking as innocent as I can. "Something wrong? You seem angry about something." I can see in his eyes that it's all clicking into place and his lips twitch.

Then his second wind of anger kicks in and he walks over. "You did it on purpose."

"Guilty."

"You are such a dumb fuck, Malfoy."

I shrug. "Well, if that's what you want." I raise my right hand to twirl some of my hair around. "Say, Mister, you got the time? My watch is just plain gold with 'Rolex' written into it."

He laughs this time, even though he tries to stop it and I finish playing with my hair, sitting up and letting my hands rest on his hips.

"I'm sure you can find it in your big, Gryffindor heart to forgive me though." I pushed his shirt up and kissed his stomach in apology. His fingers brushed across my face and I smiled into his warm skin. Gotcha.

"We're going to kill each other one of these days." He sounded sad so I kissed him again.

"Maybe, but if it makes you feel any better, I'm glad it'll be by you."

"You always hurt the ones …"

I stood up and kissed him, trying to show that talking was not necessary and that he should stop being so damned depressed. "Do be quiet, Harry. You talk too much." I stepped backwards, up on to the bed and beckoned for him to follow.

He walked around the side of the bed as I slid to lie down as gracefully as I could. He crawled over to me and I held my hands out, brushing them across his face before moving to the back of his head and pulling him down for a kiss.

I can feel his hand at the ribbon pulling it undone and off. I let him stroke my chest and stomach for a few moments before pushing him to lie on his back, my hands going to his belt and getting it unfastened. I don't bother with pulling his trousers all the way off, just push them down to his thighs. "Have you been keeping up with your exercises?"

"Huh, what?" He probably can't believe I'm asking him questions while my hand is only three inches from his erection.

"Your exercises where you practice control for all this excess power we have to put up with. It's just that the last time you had an orgasm when you were angry … well …" I don't finish the sentence, certain that he remembers what happened. Not that it really bothered me, never liked that sofa anyway.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter … I'm not angry. Not anymore."

"Just checking." I moved down the bed a bit, my right hand trying to hold him still as I lowered my mouth over his sensitive foreskin.

His hand went to my hair, trying to pull me back up. "No, Draco, stop, you don't have to."

"It's okay."

"No, it's fucking not. You don't have …" He flinched at the feeling of my hand falling on to his mouth, pushing his head back a bit.

"I don't mind, Harry. Unless you're stopping me because you do?" I bring my hand away from his mouth, letting him say what he wanted.

"Fuck, no." He lay back down, waving a hand lazily. "Don't let me stop you."

"Wasn't planning to." And I suck his erection back into my mouth as he squirms. I wasn't lying, I really don't mind. I maybe have been fucked in the head, figuratively and literally, but I could still distinguish the difference between Harry's cock and one that I don't usually care to think about. Harry's was smoother, sweeter somehow.

I was so lost in thought about all the things that I really liked about his cock, as I pushed it past the back of my throat or as I only sucked on the tip, I didn't even notice the sounds he was making until he came.

"Damn." He whispered, his hips lifting a little.

I sucked stronger, letting the salty fluid fill my mouth before bringing my head up, letting him go. I swallowed it down, smiling at the look on his face, his eyes closed, breathing through his mouth. I just watched him for a few moments as he lay there, still breathing faster than normal before placing one more kiss to his stomach. I slid out of bed, reaching for the clothes I'd laid out for today. He frowned as he watched me get dressed.

"But you haven't …"

I cut him off with a kiss. "That's okay."

He doesn't say anything further, just nodding a little. Sometimes I just can't stand to have anyone touch me and he knows it. This isn't exactly one of those moments, but it's his birthday, not mine. Besides, there's still one gift I haven't given him yet. Brushing my fringe back I looked into the mirror. One quick swipe with my hands and my hair was back to black.

He was right, it does makes me look like a whore. I smiled, turning my head from side to side. A very pretty whore. I tried not to laugh at that.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting ready."

"What? For what?"

"We're going out."

"We are?"

"Yes."

"So soon?"

"We're going to Privet Drive."

"What?"

"You promised that I would get to meet your relatives when I'd finished school and didn't have to conform to the 'no magic' rule. Now, I know that I have met them since then, but I was usually very busy and didn't get to greet them as much as I'd hoped."

"They'll never let you in. They're terrified of you!"

"Only terrified? Well, I guess it's a start."

Harry smiled, turning me away from the mirror. He'd readjusted his clothes while I was looking at myself. "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing we won't get caught for."

"Draco …" His pretty 'warning tone'.

I kissed him, smiling innocently. "Happy Birthday, honey." I picked up a small, grey carry case, sending him a wink.

He looked at it warily then shrugged, linking his arm through mine. Yeah, we'll be just fine.

THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry? You didn't quite catch that? I said … IT'S FUCKING OVER!!!!!!! pops champagne cork

--------- I wandered lonely as a cloud

--------- That floats on high o'ver vales and hill,

--------- When all at once I saw a crowd,

--------- A host, of golden daffodils

--William Wordsworth.

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The Living Creature Trilogy is done and done.

--------- But in my arms till break of day

--------- Let the living creature lie,

--------- Mortal, guilty, but to me

--------- The entirely beautiful.

--W.H Auden

A huge thank you to everyone who put up with all my shit concerning this trilogy. I couldn't have done it without any of you. All the nagging and whining has paid off (not well, but paid off nonetheless) Thank you to all my readers and their various death threats. Thank you, thank you thank you. I know some of us will be parting ways now, so goodbye and take care. For those of you sticking around to read my other stuff … you fools :P