Disclaimer: Not J.K.R…thanks for noticing

Warning: SLASH…yummy

Dedication: This one's for Cole

A/N: Thanks SO much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.

:'( Well this is the last chapter, I'm sorry if it seems to end to abruptly, but I thought it needed to come to a close. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and everyone who didn't, I hope you all liked it.

The 'Not so Golden Boy': The End Of The Boy

"Harry?" Draco found his boyfriend lying on the couch in Malfoy manor.

"Yes, Draco?"

The blonde went and sat with the Gryffindor. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and the Slytherin buried his head in his chest.

"I'm scared," he whispered into Harry's shirt.

Harry gently rocked him. "I know," he said and kissed the top of Draco's head. "I am too."

"Harry?"

"Yes, Draco?"

"I can't do this anymore."

"I know." Their lips met in a heated kiss. "Neither can I," Harry whispered…

Draco shot up in bed.

He covered his face with his hands as he went over his dream in his head.

It had been so real.

Next thing he knew, the Slytherin was on his way to the mountains…

"You don't look so good," Blaise informed Harry as he entered the living room that morning. "Hope it's not from being up so late. You can go back to bed if you'd like…"

Harry was lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"Harry?"

"I had a dream," he said. "Draco was in it."

Blaise looked around the empty cabin, confused. "Sorry?" he offered, uncertain.

Harry shook his head and the subject was dropped.

"Hungry?" Blaise asked.

"No, I don't think I could stomach anything right now."

Blaise nodded and set out in making his own breakfast.

About an hour later the pair of them were watching TV when the front door burst open.

"What the hell?" Blaise stood up as Harry pulled out his wand.

Draco stood in the doorway.

"Malfoy?"

Draco nodded as he walked towards them.

"Draco," Harry whined, embracing his boyfriend.

"Before you two start… making up for lost time, what in bloody hell are you doing here?" Blaise asked.

Draco looked from him to Harry, then back again. "I had a really strange dream and I just had to see you."

Blaise nodded. "Okay, I'll be in my room."

As he exited, Harry caught Draco's lips with his own, sharing a kiss that they had both yearned for, for weeks now. The blonde wound his fingers into Harry's raven hair, as Harry pulled them both onto the couch, Draco crashing down on top of Harry.

The Gryffindor's hands wandered around to the small of Draco's back, and he ran them under the blonde's shirt. He ran them along Draco's bare flesh, and in the end wrapped his arms around the Slytherin's waist and pulled Draco as close to himself as possible.

"Harry?" Draco panted.

"Draco?" Harry whispered, catching his breath.

"I love you." The blonde stroked Harry's cheek.

Harry smiled and closed his eyes. "I missed you."

They kissed again, tongues roaming, as well as hands.

"Now," Harry said, once they had finally pulled their lips apart. "You said something about a dream?"

Draco nodded, folding his body into Harry's. "We were in the study at the Manor. I told you I was scared, you said you were too, and we were kissing and then I said-"

"That you didn't think you could do it anymore," Harry finished.

Draco looked up at him. "Yes, how did you-?"

"I had the same dream."

"Oh…well when I woke up I realized I couldn't stand not being with you anymore. So…"

They sat in silence for a while, Draco's head resting gently on Harry's chest, Harry toying with Draco's hair.

"Dray?" Harry finally asked. "What do you think 'it' was?"

Draco looked up at the Gryffindor, and then rolled up the sleeve on Harry's left arm, revealing the Dark Mark, then he rolled up his own sleeve, to show his arm bore the same symbol. "This is 'it'."

Harry ran his fingers over the mark on Draco's arm. "What do we do now? Now that we both know we can't do this anymore?"

Draco kissed Harry hard on the mouth. "Do you love me, Harry?"

Harry nodded. "So much."

"Then trust me. I've got a plan…"

Once word reached the Daily Prophet, it was only a matter of time before the whole of the Wizarding world found out.

Voldemort was dead; all the Death Eaters had been sent to Azkaban, all but three that is. And Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the golden boy, had run off with Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater, heir to the Dark throne.

But what knocked everyone off their feet? That would have had to have been the fact that Harry Potter had been a Death Eater himself.

Oh, it was big all right.

And Hogwarts had all the information first hand. Blaise Zambini had avoided imprisonment by offering what he knew, and he got to tell the whole school that Harry and Draco were a couple and had plotted to take down Voldemort themselves, then once that had been accomplished, they gathered all the members of the Order of the Phoenix and Draco called a Death Eater meeting to trap them all.

By the time the cells locked in Azkaban, the boys had disappeared.

So the world seemed relatively right once again.

This is where this story ends, with the "Not so Golden" boy out of the magical picture, with his friends trying to piece their lives back together without him, with the memories of all that happened.

And with a certain blonde, who made him question everything, and who, inevitably, tore his life apart.

I'm sure you're wondering what happened to our favorite couple… well, let's just say there's an apartment in muggle London where a teen with vibrant green eyes and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead is kissing the neck of a boy with unusually white-blonde hair and rare gray eyes…

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A/N: I think it might be awhile before I post another story…I'm not making any promises, but I've begun a sequel to On Your Knees, Potter, and if I can get a little more of a plot line going in that, I'll probably post it. But other than that, I've got a lot going on with school, so I may work on fics if I have free time, but there's a good chance nothing more than a one shot will come out until June.

So once again, I hope you enjoyed, and thank you so much for reading…

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Simone Simon