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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, by Accident: Draco

Voldemort laughed viciously.

Harry shook himself out of whatever trance he was in, and stared at Draco's body on the ground. "Draco?" He kneeled down to see the blonde blinking. "Draco," he said more desperately.

"Tell...me," Draco gasped, Harry could see it hurt him to speak.

"Draco!"

"Tell me...it...it wasn't a dream," he looked up at Harry. "You...weren't a dream."

Tears welled in Harry's eyes, he didn't even take the time to register that Draco wasn't dead, that the Avada Kedevra curse kills on contact. All he could think about was Draco's limp body, and Voldemort's laughter.

"Shut, up!" Harry screamed, rising to his feet.

Voldemort stopped, and looked at Harry.

"You killed my parents, you put Sirius in Azkaban, made it so that my only living relative who would care about me, could never see me, you killed Cedric, and now, you killed the only person I've ever truly loved. It's you're turn to pay!"

What happened next was a blur to Harry, all he could remember when he woke up in St. Mungo's a week and a half later was Voldemort's wand flying across the room, the Dark Lord looking stunned and confused, some form of eerie green light, and finally, nothing at all, just darkness.

"Harry!" Hermione squealed when he blinked his eyes open. "He's awake!" She called out the door. "Oh Harry, we've been so worried!"

Harry attempted a smile to his best friend; she rushed over to the side of his bed.

Sirius came in next with Lupin, followed by a smiling Rayne, who all hugged Harry. Then Lucius and Dumbledore arrived.

"Doesn't Snape normally come in this package?" Harry whispered, not being able to speak any loader.

"Professor Snape is in intensive care Harry, he took a bad hit in the final battle."

Final Battle, Harry thought, that means I did it, that means...

"Harry, I know you're not fully recovered, but I have my suspicions of what happened when you fought Voldemort, I need you to tell me everything." Dumbledore said.

So Harry told them what he remembered.

Dumbledore nodded, "Is he...?" Harry asked in the end.

"Yes, Voldemort is dead." Harry breathed out a sigh of relief. "But that doesn't necessarily mean he's gone, Harry."

"What do you-?"

"Let me explain. That night, you did indeed fulfill you're destiny, what happened was this: You were enraged enough that night to be empowered with the strength you needed to destroy Voldemort. The green light you mentioned came from you, this kind of empowerment is very rare and only occurs in the most powerful witches and wizards." Harry listened in awe. "Harry, in killing the Dark Lord, you also gained all of his powers."

Hermione's jaw dropped.

"Does that mean I'll go crazy and try to take over the world?" Harry asked, still in shock.

Rayne laughed. "No Harry," she said, "You know the link you shared with Voldemort? Through your scar?" Harry nodded. "Well that links you while both of you are alive, but we've known for a while that when one of you was to kill the other, than the remainder would gain both sets of powers, in turn, making them one of the most powerful wizards of all time."

"We feared that if you were to fail in killing Voldemort, he would gain the strength he needed to completely over take us all. That's why we all were relying on you so storongly," Sirius added.

"But now that you have his powers, along with your own new ones, and since you have them with the intent of good, you're ten times stronger than he would have been with both sets," Dumbledore finished.

Harry blinked a few times. "So I'm-"

"The most powerful wizard on the planet? Yep," Lucius smiled.

Harry looked at the elder Malfoy. "Draco!" He screamed. "He-the killing curse...Voldemort."

"Harry calm down," Remus warned, "Don't over work yourself, you're still recovering."

"He's dead!" Harry screamed. "I don't care if I'm bloody over worked, Draco is dead."

"Harry, it's okay, Draco's alive," Rayne cooed.

"What!?"

"Mister Malfoy told us what happened, it seems he used a deflecting charm that Lucius taught him before stepping to your defense, but since the charm is normally only used on regular spells, there was some damage done when the killing curse hit him." Dumbledore explained.

"But nothing permanent."

Harry looked over towards the door; Draco had come in some time without him noticing. The blonde was bandaged heavily, but he was on his feet, and Harry assumed that he looked much worse than his boyfriend.

Draco smirked and leaned on the doorframe.

Harry was speechless.

"We'll leave you two alone," Sirius smiled, and the room began to empty.

Draco closed the door and walked over to Harry. "You're beautiful," Harry whispered.

Draco smiled, "If this is beautiful then you defiantly don't want to look in the mirror." He sat on the edge of the bed and placed a hand on Harry's cheek.

"Why did you get in the way like that?" Harry asked.

"Because, you wouldn't of been able to defeat him if I hadn't, we both would have died."

"What do you mean?"

"It was the only way Harry, you didn't believe you were strong enough, and I knew if you thought I was dead than you would find the strength in you."

Harry threw a pillow at him. "I can't believe you!" He yelled. "He could have killed you!"

The room began shaking.

"Harry," Draco tried to calm him.

"Why would you do something like that!?"

"Harry! Did you forget the part where you have all of Voldemort's powers and don't know how to control them?" Draco asked, afraid the whole building would collapse.

Harry calmed down.

"I did it because I love you Harry, and he would have killed you." Draco finished, leaning down and kissing his boyfriend.

"It's over now?" Harry asked, eyes closed.

"It's all over," Draco whispered, climbing under the covers and snuggling in next to Harry.