Before I forget, here is my disclaimer:

I do not own Harry Potter. I am not making any profit from this story. Any copyright infringements are completely accidental.

Now on with the story!

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Harry stared down at the dead body of Voldemort. The evil tyrant was gone. Dead. All these years of pain, seventeen to be precise, one big spiral of climax, had ended, and there was no reason for him anymore. Harry broke down, his severe wounds getting to him at last. Someone ran over to him, holding him, reassuring him.

"Everything's going to be alright, Harry." The person said. "You don't have to worry anymore. We're all going to be safe now. Shush… don't worry." Harry continued to cry, but his shudders subsided as the person held him tightly, whispering encouragement into his ear, telling him of the life they were going to lead now.

"You can tell Gra- Hermione and Ron about us now. You don't have to keep it a secret. Just don't leave me, please." They sat like that for a while, until fatigue took its ugly hold. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

Draco woke to the sharp poke of a wand in his neck.

"Get. Up." Ron hissed, his eyes narrowing to tiny slits. Draco rose slowly and gracefully, lowering the still sleeping Harry gently down to the floor.

"Weasley." He said, looking down at the cold stone floor.

"What the hell did you to my friend?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "But you probably don't understand the concept of friendship Malfoy. You deserve to go to Hell, just like your bloody parents!" Ron yelled, his ears turning bright red.

"Whatever Weasley." Draco said stiffly. "However, I think our concerns should lie with Potter health, as he has been badly hurt, and he is most likely going to be for quite a while. Ron started to lift the comatose Harry onto his back, but Draco just hissed,

"Don't they teach you anything at your stupid Auror lessons? You should know not to move an injured person. You could have hurt him even more!" Fake realisation dawned on Draco. "Or did you just want to come out like the real hero, like you saved the whole world?" Draco didn't wait for an answer from the embarrassed Weasley. He summoned a stretcher and gently levitated Harry onto it. This gesture did not go unnoticed by Ron - who despite not being the cleverest person when it came to relationships, wasn't that clueless. Thoughts ran through his head. 'Surely not? But they were holding each other when I came in… And he wouldn't have said all that about Harry being hurt...'

"Come on Weasley. Don't you want to look like a hero?" Ron smiled inwardly 'Nah, Harry wouldn't ever look twice at a malicious git like him, even if he was gay.' Which he is not, Ron told himself forcefully.

"Shut up, Malfoy." He said, trying to do that thing Harry did, which made the name Malfoy sound like an insult. It didn't work. If anything, it just widened the grin on Draco's triumphant face.

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Harry James Potter groaned as he tried to sit up. The person beside him stirred and his first thought was: Oh god, not Ron! But when this person spoke, his heart leapt.

"Harry, love! Are you feeling okay? Do you want me to get you anything? You must be hungry. Let me get you something to eat. I can fluff up your pillows if you want. Do you feel uncomfortable? Should I-" Harry had been leaning up slowly, ignoring the searing pains through his body. When he had heard enough of his boyfriend's rant, Harry pulled him down and kissed him. His boyfriend responded almost immediately, the kiss getting rougher and rougher. His tongue darted over Harry's lips, but retreated when he felt that tiny flinch that meant Harry was in serious pain, but didn't want to show it. Harry knew he could feel it, and tried to stop him breaking the kiss that they both wanted. Then Harry's boyfriend stopped kissing him.

"Please don't." Harry whimpered.

"Harry, I don't want to hurt you, and I know that I did just then, so don't try to deny it. Please don't make this any harder for me. I really want you, but I don't want to be the cause of your pain."

"I know you don't, but, I was planning on this day being special, we'd have got out of school, with only one year left, we'd be living together, all alone in this house…" Harry laughed as his boyfriend spluttered at the suggestive tone. But the smile soon faded as he remembered the situation.

"But as it is, I can barely move, let alone do what I really want to. I hate this shit. And I know you do too. You've probably met someone who deserves you more than I do, and you don't love me anymore, and that's why you won't kiss me." Tears welled up in his eyes and he turned away. Gently, his boyfriend took him in his arms, and held him, stroking his dark hair.

"Harry, there is no one who deserves happiness more than you. And if I'm your happiness, then… Harry, of course I like you," he said, wondering if he should tell Harry that he was the only thing that made him happy. While contemplating, he realised that Harry was slowly edging back towards him. He needed more confirmation that Draco really loved him. The aforementioned boy, said: "Harry, I love you so much, when you told me that you thought we had a chance together in fifth year, I was so happy the other people in my house thought I was ill! They probably thought that true happiness was a contagious disease." Harry smiled reluctantly. Then a frown formed on his face. Draco sighed, and started to get up.

"I'll just be going then. If you want me, I'll be in the other room." Harry jerked out a bandaged arm and yanked his boyfriend back.

"I was only frowning because the subject of housemates made me think of Hermione and… Ron."

~Draco's POV~

"Why the pause before his name?" I asked, feeling nervous, but not showing it. I was a Slytherin after all. But the thought that Harry had secret feelings for the Weasel was enough to make my stomach turn.

"I've got a feeling that he's not going to come around easily. It'll never be the same if I tell him I'm gay. He'll think I'm looking at him every chance I get! Like I would! He has freckles everywhere! Especially on his-" I coughed, discreetly, but loudly, my pale skin flushed. Obviously, I didn't want to know where Weasley especially had freckles. It was disturbing. Harry grinned for a while then continued to talk, unfazed. I think I need to talk to him about this one day. We were picking up on each others bad habits, and using them. I was wearing my heart on my sleeve, and he was keeping his locked in a box (except to me of course).

"He'd probably never speak to me again, probably afraid that if he did, I'll reveal my hidden feelings for him and fuck him senseless." Harry finished bitterly. Hidden feelings? Um. "What if he's a homophobe? It would be even worse! He wouldn't even give me the time of day!" This distressed me -the ever loving boyfriend- greatly. Then I thought of something.

"Sweetheart. Think about this. Who's been a better friend to you? Hermione or Ron?"

"Well…"

"Which one has stuck by you through everything, never getting jealous of you, always helping you?"

"Hermione, I suppose."

"Which means you should be giving a fuck about how she's going to take it, not how our dear Ronald is." Harry beamed, and it was like the Sun was shining from his eyes. He was so beautiful. Everything was going to be fine.

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Ron stormed into his office at work. He was in a really bad mood. When he had offered to take Harry to the Burrow to let him recover, Malfoy had sneered, saying,

"As much as I would like to let Potter rot in that pigsty you call home, he needs looking after, and there is someone who could do that better than you could ever even hope to." Ron sat down in his swivel chair, one muggle thing he found terribly interesting, and sulked. He brought out his secret picture, one of Harry in the dorm with Ron sitting just next to him, kissing him passionately.  It was fake of course, Ron had spent many hours working on it, so it looked like Harry, moved like Harry, but was the furthest from the so desirable boy.  He groaned. If only Harry was like him. It would be them. Together. They would be the best. He would have to tell Hermione of course, but that was a small price to pay. He decided he was going to the place where Harry was recuperating, to at least get it off his chest. He left his office abruptly, surprising his secretary, who had come in with a cup of coffee. But Ron was already gone. Lana Jeffries (the secretary) was tidying Ron's office, as she usually did, but this time, she saw an open drawer. Bending down to shut it–why was it so close to the ground?–Lana saw a small photo, encased in a gold frame in the shape of a heart. She gasped. Surely not… Harry Potter and her boss? She ran to the door with the moving photo in her hand.

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Well, that's my first chapter. I hope you all enjoyed it, and please review, you have no idea how much it means to me! I would really love it as well if you could provide some constructive criticism. By the way, I am British, so if you see anything different to how you would say it then that's why. Thanks for reading!!!!!

~Lady Potter Malfoy~