Chapter Twelve The Story

"Harry, before I start, I just want to ask you if you can refrain from interrupting? It's just… let me explain everything before you get angry or upset, okay? And… I love you. So much it hurts," Draco added, a look of intense pain on his face. Harry leaned forward, hugging him tightly. Feeling reassured, Draco began his story.

"Well, I guess it first started when Sirius came back from the veil. I know you blamed Voldemort in part for his death. I overheard Dumbledore talking to Professor McGonagall shortly afterwards. They were worried that with Sirius back, you wouldn't have any anger to put into the killing curse when the time came for you to battle with Voldemort. This worried me greatly, and I started formulating a plan."

Draco fidgeted a bit, drawing away from Harry's embrace and looking at the ground.

"I came up with an idea to 'sacrifice' myself. I talked to Professors Snape and McGonagall, and Dumbledore of course, and we finalised the details. Do you remember, that night that I went to the Dungeons to see Sev? I actually came here, to the Room of Requirement. Dumbledore performed a very complex charm on me that generated a copy of me. But it was completely disconnected from me. I controlled it with my mind, but whatever happened to it had no effect on me. Sev took the copy to Voldemort, claiming that he would sacrifice his Godson to the Dark Lord to prove his loyalty. Sev told Voldemort that you would come after me. You saw Voldemort 'killing' the copy. In essence, it was an empty human shell, so it could be killed, and would not disappear like lots of inferior charms would."

Draco sighed, sensing anger radiating from Harry, but, as requested, he was not interrupting.

"Harry, you have to understand it didn't work out as planned. The Order didn't manage to get all of the Death Eaters. I had to remain in hiding, instead of being able to come out and be with you when you woke, like I intended to. If it got out to the Death Eaters that I was still alive, all hell would break loose. When Dumbledore came to tell me that I couldn't see you, I threw a tantrum. I screamed and I cried for hours. Dumbledore gave me a mirror that I could watch you in, but I think it was worse having it. I couldn't not watch you, but it broke my heart, seeing you suffer. I don't ever want either of us to go through anything like that ever again. I…" Draco faltered, tears overcoming him.

"Shh," Harry said, leaning forward to comfort him, all traces of anger long since gone. Draco waved him away. Harry felt a hint of annoyance.

"No, let me finish," Draco sniffed, wiping his tears away. "I don't ever want us to be apart again. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Harry. Will you marry me?" Draco asked, eyes still wet. Harry blinked, wondering how Draco had got to his knees on the ground in front of him and where on Earth the ring had come from that Draco had produced.

"Of course," he whispered, recovering from his shock and leaning forward, planting a tentative kiss to Draco's lips. As he was about to pull away, Draco whimpered, pulling him back and deepening the kiss.

Harry let his hands wander all over Draco's body, relishing the feeling that he had missed so much. Soon both boys had their shirts off and Harry bent down to take Draco's nipple in his mouth but Draco stopped him.

"Let's move to the bed," he suggested, standing and pulling Harry up with him. Harry shrugged and moved towards the bed, but when he was about a metre away, Draco pounced on him from behind, sending him onto his stomach on the bed. Harry shivered as Draco attacked his neck, and moaned when he sucked particularly hard.

Harry tactfully changed their position so that Draco was lying on his back and Harry was lying on top of him, facing him. Harry kissed Draco passionately and reached for the waistband of the other boy's pants. While he undid Draco's pants, he planted little kisses all down his chest, pausing to suck on a nipple. Draco moaned in pleasure. Harry relented and moved down, having successfully removed Draco's pants and boxers. Not in the mood for teasing, and knowing that Draco wasn't either, Harry took the entirety of Draco into his mouth without warning.

"Fuck, Harry!" Draco screamed, convulsing under Harry and grabbing fistfuls of the raven coloured hair. As Harry bobbed his head up and down, Draco could feel himself climaxing and managed to stop Harry just in time.

"Harry, wait," he panted. Harry understood. He ripped off his own pants, and guided himself into Draco. Harry leaned into Draco and kissed him passionately before moving slowly in and out of Draco. Then, angling himself perfectly, he thrust in hard, hitting the prostrate. Draco screamed again, louder, and raked his nails down Harry's back. Harry paused, leaning in to whisper into Draco's ear, "I'm so in love with you," before kissing him again while pulling almost all the way out of Draco.

Harry thrust in once more, deep and hard, causing both boys to come simultaneously. At the second they came, although they were both experiencing new levels of pleasure, the same thought drifted through the pleasure to reach both of their minds.

I want to make a family with him.

Ho there! Another one done, man I'm on a roll today!

Think this is it for a while, though. I have ideas, but no time. Anyhoo, let me know what you thought!

Cheers,

Mac