Well, here it is, the last chapter... I know I haven't done anything in the way of reveiw replies or anything, or author's notes, but... oh well.

One person asked me in the second chapter if that was all. If your read the author's note at the beginning of the first chapter, you'd find something that says seven chapters a thousand words each they're already written. This is number seven.

Someone else later asked me if I could make the chapters longer, so I decided to upload the rest of the chapters all at the same time.

Anyway, here ya go!

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Ron flushed, though whether it was in anger or embarrassment, Harry couldn't tell. He opened his mouth to speak, but Dumbledore interrupted him.

"Mister Weasley, you would do well to remember that Mister Potter's and Mister Malfoy's relationship is key in the war--"

"The war," Harry muttered bitterly, but Dumbledore ignored him.

"--but so is your friendship with him, so if I might suggest a truce?"

Ron glared at Harry, who looked at him, and then he collapsed into his chair. "Right. Whatever."

"Oh, honestly, Ron," Hermione said, but didn't go further.

"So you talked to Dumbledore," Harry asked.

Draco nodded. "I did."

"I had talked to him about it earlier," Hermione said, "but he didn't do anything. I dunno, maybe there was a reason for that."

"I can't believe he locked us in here," Ron muttered.

"Ronald Weasley, you git, stop complaining. Now you know Harry isn't going to try to shag you and Ma-Draco isn't such a bad guy, you can take the stick out of your ass."

Silence. Then...

"Well, Granger, I didn't know you had it in you."

Hermione blushed. "He needed it," she said, looking at the staring Ron. "Ron," she said, "are we in agreement that--"

"Yeah..." Ron grudgingly conceded.

"All right then." Hermione waved her wand at the door and said, "Alohomora." There was a soft click.

"Bloody hell," Ron exploded, he's off his rocker! He told us that wouldn't work!"

"That was to keep you from trying it Ron," Hermione answered.

Ron frowned, and then turned to Harry. "Harry, I... I'm sorry, all right, mate? And Malf... Draco, I'm sorry to you, too. Let's start over, all right?"

Harry smiled, a hopeful light in his eyes as Ron and Draco shook hands.

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He's so peaceful when he's asleep, Harry thought, smiling down at his lover, his Draco. Long blonde hair was spread loose over the pillow, a soft smile played across his lips. This was one painting Harry had never done, always resisted the temptation, but now, with Draco sleeping, utterly sated, Harry couldn't help himself.

He no longer had to conserve canvas like it was vital; he and Draco both had steady jobs with steady incomes, and he could buy as much canvas as he needed. He bought from Muggle shops, preferring their canvas over some of the enchanted ones in wizarding shops. Now, he took out a canvas, taped it off, and painted his Draco sleeping.

Draco yawned widely, smiling softly at the empty bed. It was Saturday, Harry would be out walking. Later, Ron and Hermione would come over, 'Mione enormously pregnant.

Draco smiled, thinking of what the baby would look like. Red hair, of course, but darker red, with traces of Hermione's soft brown. Ron's nose, with Hermione's smile and bookworm tendencies, but Ron's stubborn streak and love of Quidditch. He sighed, wondering what a baby of his and Harry's would look like.

Abandoning that trail of thought, Draco swung his legs over the edge of the bed and went into the kitchen. He smiled at the note on the table--Went walking. Be back soon, as if Draco didn't know--and poured himself a cup of tea from the cold pot on the counter. Draco dropped a bit of ice into it and sipped it slowly, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing.

A sudden small explosion of ash and a grinning Ron told Draco that--Ron's here. Seconds later, Hermione followed, significantly smaller and holding a small bundle of blankets.

"Morning, Ron, 'Mione," Draco said softly. "Baby's been born, I see."

"Yeah," Ron said, sliding his arm around Hermione's waist. "He's perfect."

Draco smiled at this burst of fatherly pride form Ron and stood to see the baby. "Can I hold him?"

Hermione handed him to Draco. "He has a long name," she warned him. "Can you remember it?"

"Of course," Draco said.

"All right. His name is Shawn Arthur Bill Charlie Gred Harry Draco Remus Sirius James Ronald Weasley."

Draco sweatdropped. "Shawn Arthur Bill Charlie Forge Harry Remus Sirius Ronald?"

"Gred not Forge, Draco in between Harry and Remus, and James before Ronald," Ron said, having successfully memorized his child's name the night before.

Draco smiled down at the baby. "Hello, Shawn," he said to the sleeping child. Hair covered the infant's head, but it was too thin to tell if it was brown or red. "Shawn Weasley--or will he go by something else?"

"We figure he can be what he wants when he's older. For now, he's Shawn."

Draco smiled. "Well, Shawn, you sleeping beauty, can you remember your name?"

"Who's a sleeping beauty?" Harry asked, handing a canvas scroll to Draco. "I mean, besides you, Draco."

Draco smiled. "Shawn Arthur Bill Charlie Gred Harry Draco Remus Sirius James Ronald Weasley."

Ron's jaw dropped. "He memorized it even faster than me!" he said, staring. Draco just smiled and handed the baby to Harry.

"A lot of familiar names there," Harry said. "Where did Shawn come from, and why Gred?"

"We wanted both twins in, but we didn't want him to have thirteen names, so we asked the twins if they liked Gred or Forge better, and they said Forge, so we picked Gred. And we didn't want him going by a name someone else already had, so we picked Shawn for his first name."

Shawn Arthur Bill Charlie Gred Harry Draco Remus Sirius James Ronald Weasley took that moment to wake up and see the unfamiliar faces above him. He started crying.

Er, that is, he started wailing.

Umm... make that screaming.

Harry handed the baby back to his mother, who cooed something soft and unintelligible to him. He calmed down considerably and fell asleep snuggled between his mother's breasts.

"Lucky kid," Harry said, "to have a couple of great people as you for parents."

"Um, listen, Harry," Ron said, "we wanted you... that is... WewantyoutobetheSiriustohisHarry!"

Harry cocked his head, smiling softly. "You mean you want me to be his godfather."

"Exactly, Harry, and Draco too," Hermione said, glaring at Ron, who blushed. "We're still looking for a godmother, but we really want you to be his godfathers."

"Of course," Harry said, speaking for both of them.

Shawn stirred, woke up, and began his wailing again, so Hermione smiled and bounced him a bit. "We'd better be going," she said. "Shawn says it's time to change, and we didn't bring any diapers with us. Sorry we couldn't stay longer, we'll see you next week, all right?"

"Yeah."

Ron looked around. "Where's your Floo powder?" he asked. "I don't see any..."

"Right on top of the mantle, Ron, where else? It hasn't moved since last week."

Ron smiled apologetically, threw a pinch of the glittering powder into the flames, stepped inside, and shouted "The other Burrow!"

Hermione pecked Harry and Draco on the cheek and threw her own handful of Floo into the fire. "Bye, Harry, Draco, love you!"

Harry smiled and nodded as she vanished to 'the other Burrow.' "You can open it now," he whispered.

Draco smiled at the little tradition. Every time either was away, a painting would await Draco upon his return. This time, though, Harry had only been away for a few minutes, but Draco didn't question him.

"Sleeping," Draco said softly. "I've never seen me do that before."

Harry was silent, wrapping his lover in a warn hug and pressing his lips to Draco's. For a moment, they stayed that way, and then Draco asked, softly, "Why, sweet?"

Harry sighed. "You ask me this every day, love. I gave up on magic because magic caused so much of my pain. I can get along perfectly well without it."

"I know, I know." Draco's lips found Harry's again, and then he sighed. "I was thinking about kids this morning," he said.

"Draco..."

"It's impossible to have our own, I know, but... I want kids. I want to prove I can be better than my father."

"You already have, love," Harry whispered. "If you really want to adopt, then it's all right with me."

Draco smiled. "Thank you, Harry."

"Isn't it time for you to show me how grateful you are?" Harry asked, drawing slightly away and smiling.

Draco smiled. "You're never satisfied, you bloody pervert," he said, slowly undoing the buttons on Harry's shirt.

"Never."

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Okay, this story is over, but now I want to know if y'all want a sequel. You'll have to wait a bit longer for that one, cuz I haven't even started it, but I'll try to update fast and not get writer's block.