Kylia: So... I just read that some people miss the weird little conversations that we have at the end of our chapters. I promise that we will continue to do this, it's just that we have been either too tired to, drunk, or wordless. So... yeah.

Raei: Also I'd like to let you all know that Kylia is going home tomorrow night. (LE SOB!!!!) So the chapters won't be coming very frequently (that word took me forever to spell...), ANYWAY... we'll probably only update once a week after Monday, and if she doesn't get the time off of work maybe only once every two weeks. I know how sad this will make all of you, but trust us – it'll be fine... you'll survive. In the meantime – our personal stories will be updated much more frequently. Yes. Good times shall be had.
It was now nearing October 31st, and that found Draco and Harry planning a birthday party for Luke and Cole on Halloween night. Since they were born only one day apart, Cole being born on October 31st and Luke being born on November 1st, it was simpler to hold a birthday party for them on the same day.

Currently, Draco was knee deep in paper garlands of black and orange as he sat in the middle of the living room of his and Harry's home. He had a few pins in his mouth and a scowled expression on his face. He did not like setting up parties. He would much rather just go to one with all the work already done.

"Why do I not see you helping, Potter?" Draco glared up at Harry who was currently sitting on a chair looking through a newspaper.

"Because I'm cooking," He said very matter of factly. "cooking a huge cake."

"My ass you're cooking a damn cake! Get down here or I'll stab you where you don't want to be stabbed with multiple pins."

"Feisty." Harry growled as he sat down beside him. "What do you want me to do?"

"Everything."

"Uhhh... how about no for an answer." Harry said as he picked up one of the orange streamers. "Why are all of these just sitting here? Shouldn't they be hanging on the wall...?"

"I am going to kill you, Potter." Draco growled through clenched teeth. He launched himself onto Harry and attempted to poke him in the eye with a pin.

Harry let out a cry of surprise as he fought to keep Draco's hands away from his face, using most of his strength to hold both Draco's wrists in his hands. "Draco!"

"What?!" Draco asked, his hand poised just over Harry, "I'm trying to kill you if you hadn't noticed!"

Harry laughed suddenly, and he held Draco's arms by his side, "You honesty think that you're going to kill me using a freaking pin? You really are a house wife!"

Draco dropped the pin and settled for ramming his knee into Harry's crotch. As Harry yelped with pain, Draco stood up and looked down at his suffering lover, "Damn straight. Don't ever call me that again, Potter."

Harry whimpered as Draco headed towards the kitchen. 'Damn that little shit' he thought as he struggled to get up 'who would have thought that such a skinny guy could be so ruthless?'.

Draco stood at the sink washing his hands, and as he looked up he saw Skye and Emma walking up the driveway. Smiling, Draco grabbed for the dishtowel and nearly ran towards the front door. Upon opening the door, Draco found himself being smothered in hugs and kisses.

"Hello baby!" Skye squealed as she kissed his cheek. "How're you?"

"Err..." Draco barley had a chance to answer as he felt lips on his own.

"Hello Draco!" Emma smiled as she leant back from the kiss. "Yes, how are you?"

Draco whimpered as Emma and Skye pushed him aside walking into the house. "I'm... fine. I feel a bit violated though..."

"Nonsense! Where's Harry?" Emma waved her hand as she hung her coat up in the closet.

"On the floor in the living room..."

"Why?" Skye crossed her arms looking towards the living room. "Why is he on the floor?"

"Because I kneed him in the crotch for being a smartassed git." Draco smiled slightly as Emma walked past him following Skye to the living room.

Harry had made it as far as the couch when Skye and Emma came into the room, and was now curled up on his side clutching his lower regions. Emma let out a gasp as she walked over to Harry and put a hand on his head. Turning, she gave Draco her best 'I am your mother so you had better listen to me' look.

"Draco! What the hell did you do?" she asked.

"As I said, I kneed him in the crotch," he paused then added when Emma glared at him, "What!? He called me a housewife and wouldn't help with the decorations!"

Skye was about to scold him as well, when they heard a meek voice from the couch, "I...am in soo much pain right now...."

Both girls gasped and went to Harry, equal looks of sympathy on their faces. Skye glanced at Draco and said in a matter of fact tone, "You do realize that if he's permanently damaged, you won't be getting any sex for a while right?"

Draco blinked. He had never thought of that possibility. He immediately walked over to Harry and crouched down beside him. "I'm sorry."

"You damn well should be, because let me tell you... OW!" Harry whined as he sat up slowly.

"Oh Christ, stop milking it. I've been kneed just as hard as you were and it wasn't half as bad as your making it out to be." Draco rolled his eyes helping Harry onto the couch.

"Fine! But did the person who kneed you have seriously bony knees?!"

Draco stood and put his hands on his hips scowling. "Are you saying I'm too skinny?"

Taking initiative, Skye stepped in-between the two verbally sparring men, "Okay, you two need to stop fighting. You sound like a bickering married couple moments away from loosing all their teeth," she said crossly, "Harry, quit complaining about your dick, and Draco, you stop acting like an asshole!" taking a deep breath, she added, "this will be a happy fucking party! Whether you like it or not!"

Draco clamped his mouth shut and looked at Harry who had done the exact same thing.

"Does anyone smell something burning?" Emma questioned as she sniffed the air.

Harry squealed and ran into the kitchen, leaving behind three very concerned people, who after a moment's pause, ran in after him. Upon entering the smoke filled kitchen, Skye, Emma, and Draco found Harry looking down at a slightly black cake that drooped to one side. His face was full of disappointment, as he hung his head.

"That was my first cake," he mumbled sadly, "it's all gone..."

Draco felt a pang of guilt as he walked over and poked the ruined cake, "You really were baking a cake. I thought you were just being a smartass."

Harry looked up at him, "It's gone..."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Yes dear, all gone."

Emma let out an exasperated sigh and pushed passed them both, "We'll just make a new one."

Harry groaned, "This took me hours to do!"

Emma smacked him upside the head, "Then I'll make it! You shouldn't be cooking anyway if you're so bad at it!"

Skye chirped in, "Yeah, let Emma make it. That way at least it'll be eatable!"

Draco scowled at his friend's rudeness and put an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Come on, I'll help you get rid of it."

"...Yeah?"

"Yeah." Draco smiled and kissed Harry on the cheek as he picked up the cake. "Come with me."

Harry followed Draco into the backyard pouting at the loss of his cake. Draco began to lead him towards the garbage when Harry stopped him.

"You're just going to throw it away?"

"Err... Yes. That's what you do with spoiled food, Harry." Draco raised an eyebrow as Harry's face fell. He began to laugh and added, "What did you want to have a burial service for it or something?"

"Well... yeah." Harry said as he looked down picking at his fingernails.

"You're kidding me?" Draco shook his head and began to walk towards the flowerbed. "If people knew the real you they would be highly disappointed. Mourning the loss of a freaking cake."

"Well it was my first cake!" Harry protested walking up beside Draco.

"It was a cake Harry! IT WAS A CAKE! A FREAKING CAKE!"

"You don't love me or the cake do you?" Harry whined as his eyes started to fill with tears.

"I love you, Harry! Because you're not made of flour!" Draco said as he picked up the shovel walking towards Harry. "Dig a hole and make yourself useful Miss. Potter. Let's get this funeral over with."

Harry dug a hole big enough to fit the burnt, lopsided cake. Draco shook his head as he dropped it into the hole rather carelessly. He heard Harry squeak in protest as he reached towards the fallen cake, which was now completely flat. Draco rolled his eyes and swiped the shovel out of Harry's hands, as he proceeded to load up the end with dirt – Harry stopped him.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"...What do you mean?"

Harry gestured towards the cake. "To the cake! Say something about the cake!"

Draco stared at Harry with a blank face. He raised his eyebrow and looked down at the pathetic pastry. Clearing his throat, he spoke. "Ehm... It was a fine cake, it was a lopsided cake, and it was burnt cake," He paused and cursed himself for what he was saying. "It's now a dead cake." He looked at Harry from the corner of his eye and glared. "Let it rest in peace."

"Well you don't have to be so mean about it!" Harry protested as Draco dropped the pile of dirt on the cake.

"It's a bloody, freaking, CAKE! How many times do I have to say that?!" Draco nearly screamed as he covered the rest of the pastry with more dirt.

"Heeyyy...... dead cat?" Patrick came up behind them with a smoke hanging out of his lips.

"No. A cake." Harry sighed forcing back a sob.

"Whoa..." Patrick looked over at Draco and scowled. "Why did you kill it mini- man?"

"Why does everyone always look to ME?!" Draco kicked dirt onto the cake.

Patrick narrowed his eyes, raising his eyebrows pointing a finger at Draco and shaking his hand slightly from side to side. "I dunno... you just got that look."

"I have a look that says 'I ruthlessly kill cakes' on my face?!"

"Yeah... kinda." Harry spoke up shrugging.

"If you keep that up Potter, you'll be next." Draco scowled as he stuck the shovel into the dirt where the cake was completely buried.

"I'm in an abusive relationship..." Harry whined as Draco advanced on him. Harry's eyes widened and he jumped behind a very hazy Patrick.

"Whoa man, watch were you're grabbin'." He smirked as he took a drag of his smoke.

"Where are you from? California?" Harry asked as he stood back.

"Naaah... Canada." He shrugged and smiled. "I need food... muchies are setting in."

Draco and Harry watched Patrick stumble towards the door with their eyes narrowed. Draco looked over at Harry who was grinning widely.

"What the hell are you smiling about? You just lost your first cake." Draco scowled crossing his arms.

"So? Who cares about a cake... I just wanted to see if you'd actually hold a funeral for it." He grinned. "And you did, that means you love me."

Draco pursed his lips and raised his eyebrow, unfolding his arms and flicking Harry very hard in the forehead. "You're a git and I hate you."

Harry rubbed his forehead for a second, but then leant on Draco's shoulder looking up at him, with his hands clasped under his chin and his eyes wide. "No you don't..."

Draco flicked him again, but this time on the nose. "Yes I do, now get into the house you little shit before I assault you with the shovel."

Harry skipped away with his hands at his sides flapping around chanting 'He loves me! He loves me! He loves me!'. Then, as soon as he started to skip, he tripped and fell to his knees.

Draco burst out laughing and nearly topped to the ground, his eyes tearing up to badly that he could barely see out of them. Crawling over to his stunned boyfriend, Draco sat back on his heels and looked at Harry. "Serves you right for making me bury a cake." He choked out through his laughter.

Harry brushed his hands together and replied. "Owwie."

Draco went into another fit of laughter as he dragged Harry to his feet, "Come on muffin. Let's get your knees cleaned up."

Harry frowned as he let Draco half carry him into the house, "You sound like a mother."

Draco choked, "I do not!" he paused and said proudly, "I sound like a housewife."

Harry flung out his hand and cuffed Draco on the back of the head. "Stupid head."

A few hours, two bandaged knees, a half-baked Patrick, and two bickering girls later, Draco and Harry's home was fully decorated for the birthday party. The four friends sank onto the couch, exhausted. Skye and Emma were covered in flour and various other cooking materials, having made the cake and the rest of the dinner as well, and both were holding a glass of vodka. Patrick hadn't done much of anything except help hang decorations that Harry and Draco couldn't reach, all the while with a smoke drooping from the side of his lips. Draco had somehow managed to get a streamer stuck in his hair, stabbed with multiple pins in his fingers and a rather large bruise on his leg where Harry had kicked him by accident. Harry was the best for wear, as he had stayed out of the way most of the time.

Cole and Luke arrived a short while later, and once they entered the house, they looked around in shock. Cole went into the living room and found everyone sprawled out in various positions.

"What the hell happened?" he asked as he picked up a discarded streamer, "looks like a bomb went off."

"Your freaking birthday party happened," Skye muttered, "hope you like it."

"I DO! I love it!" Cole smiled as Luke came into the room. "Look what they did for us Luke!!"

"You... made a mess of your house for us?" Luke cocked his eyebrow as he looked around the room. "That's so... nice of you."

Draco sat up and glared at Luke. "No... for your information we spent all day trying to make this place nice for you and here you come in telling us it looks like a mess? What kind of friend are you?"

"The kind that... was joking?" He smiled quickly trying to recover from his earlier mistake. "I love it. Really I do... thank-you all so much."

"Now you're starting to sound like you won an Oscar." Emma scowled.

"Dude! He won an Oscar?" Patrick laughed as he pointed at Luke. "Way to go man!"

Everyone else in the room gave a collective sigh as they began to tidy up the mess surrounding their feet. Soon enough everything was clean and once again, Cole and Luke applauded their friends for the party and decorations. The time had come for dinner to be served, and the friends all sat down in the kitchen to eat, drink, and be merry.

As soon as everyone had their plates full of food, and their glasses full of wine, Harry stood to make a toast.

Smiling, he held up his glass. "Greetings, salutations, and what up. Thank- you to Emma and Skye for the food, Draco for the decoration ideas, Patrick for... his happy presence," at this Patrick smiled and held up his glass. "Ehm... And last but not least, Thank-you to the birthday boys for actually showing up and pretending to like everything we've done. Happy birthday, you two."

Cole smiled widely and took a hold of Luke's hand under the table holding up his glass. Everyone else had raised their glasses clinking them all together.

Skye looked up from her chicken and gestured to Luke with her fork. "You're a quarter of a century old now."

"Yes... thank-you for that marvelous insight to my life." Luke said sarcastically, and then added, "I was just waiting for someone to point that out."

"Oh don't be such a prude." Cole cut in, "Now we can lord it over those youngsters."

"I resent that. I'm older than you, Colton and Lucas." Emma smiled taking a bite of her chicken.

"Must you use our full names?" Luke asked with displeasure.

"Yes... only their mothers call them by their full names." Draco smiled taking a sip of his wine.

"Well... I certainly have a lot of mothers then." Cole said quietly narrowing his eyes. "Some of them being men..."

Dinner was finished, and Draco and Harry had started the dishes, everyone but Luke and Cole were milling about in the kitchen talking.

"Take that!" Harry laughed as he splashed Draco with a handful of bubbles.

Blinking, Draco whined, "Heyyy... you sunk my battleship!"

"...What?"

"AH-HA!" Draco splashed him back, more bubbles flying about the sink. "Caught you off guard!"

Harry scooped up a handful of soap and plopped it onto Draco's head, much to his displeasure. Draco retaliated by doing the exact same thing, only mixed with vast amounts of water. The two men started to bat at eachother with soapy hands, ending up locked in a kiss. They didn't hear the air pop around them, nor the room fall completely silent around them.

"Goodness Draco, you certainly have acquired tastes." Came a drawling voice.

Draco slowly turned towards the invading voice, and his face fell with disbelief and horror, as did his heart. He felt his whole body begin to tremble as he stared into the malicious silver eyes of his father. Lucius Malfoy stood in the middle of the kitchen, dressed in his usual finery, his staff like walking stick held in his leather-clad right hand. His once clear, pale skin was scarred badly, leaving long slash marks across the side of his cheek. The rest of his face was slightly bumped and raised as if he was still recovering from burns. Everyone in the kitchen except for the two standing infront of Lucius had been frozen, they were unable to move – but they heard every word that was said.

"What? No welcome for your father?" Lucius smiled as he advanced on Draco.

Harry, who had just slipped out of his initial shock, stood in front of his lover and growled, "What are you doing here?"

Lucius laughed, "Don't be a fool boy. I came here for my son."

Draco held onto the back of Harry's shirt, his heart caught in his throat, any words that he would have said if he had the courage died.

"You wouldn't keep a father from his son, now would you Mr. Potter?"

"A father like you doesn't deserve Draco as a son." Harry snarled advancing on Lucius, making sure to keep Draco behind his body.

"You dare insult me?" Lucius snapped back taking his wand out of his cane.

"You insult yourself by referring to yourself as a father." Harry spoke in a low growl, unaware that Draco had stepped out from behind him.

"I killed you..."

"When you kill someone dear boy, make sure that they are dead before you leave." Lucius turned his attention to his trembling son. "It's quite sad really, hiding behind someone and being to frightened to approach me... especially one such as Harry Potter."

"At least he's brave enough to love me, and stay by my side – unlike you... you pitiful excuse for a father." Draco narrowed his eyes at his father.

Curling his lip up in disgust, Lucius pointed his wand at his son, "CRUCIO!"

In a split second, Harry had stepped in front of Draco shielding his body with his own and was hit by the curse instead. He dropped to the floor and screamed in pain.

"HARRY!" Draco fell to the floor beside Harry, his eyes beginning to tear as he held the jerking man in his arms. "Harry! Harry remember what you've been taught!" Harry's body stiffened slightly in Draco's arms as their eyes met.

Harry gasped as his body was racked with a pain so great that it took his breath away from a moment. Somehow, he was able to reach out a hand towards Draco, and as it brushed against his lovers pale tear stained cheek, Harry whispered, "Leave..."

"Why do you bother, Draco? How could anyone ever love someone like you." Lucius laughed slightly, taking a step towards them.

Just as Lucius raised his wand again, pointing it at Draco he felt an enormous weight on his back, forcing him to drop his wand. Cole took his chance and dove for the wand as Luke held the man's neck in his arms.

Laughing loudly, Lucius growled at Cole who was pointing the wand at his throat. "What are you going to do? You're a muggle."

"Knowing all I do about you, your intellect really lets me down, Lucius." Cole smirked as his eyes shifted to Luke. "Let him go."

"Are you nuts?!" Luke shouted towards Cole.

"Let. Him. Go." Cole's voice lowered dangerously as he snarled. "Now."

Luke stared at his boyfriend for a moment, and once Cole had nodded at him, he let go of Lucius and stepped to the side. Standing up and straightening his hair Lucius reached into his cloak, and taking out a dagger, he turned abruptly and drove it deep into Luke's abdomen. Looking towards Cole, Luke's hands closed around the wound and he fell to the floor.

Cole's eyes filled with tears as they shifted from Luke's motionless body to Lucius' grinning face.

Lucius scoffed, wiping the bloody dagger off on his cloak, "Well... that wasn't much of a challenge. You muggles should know better."

"I am no muggle." Cole spoke through clenched teeth, his vision blurred as he once again pointed the wand to Lucius' throat. "You'll pay for what you've done..."

"Is that so?" Lucius laughed, tucking his dagger back into his cloak. "You don't even know what a wand is, let alone how to use it."

"...Avada Kedavra." Cole spoke in an eerily calm voice as he watched the green light shoot from the end of the wand and into Lucius' body. Dropping the wand, Cole vaguely heard Draco behind him, as he walked towards Luke's body.

Falling to his knees, he took Luke in his arms and held him close, tears falling freely from his eyes and onto Luke's face. Rocking him back and forth, Cole repeated the words 'I love you' over and over into Luke's hair as he cried.

Harry took a deep ragged breath and crawled towards Luke, with Draco not far behind. Harry lightly wiped the hair away from Luke's forehead as he pushed Cole away from him. Draco took a hold of Cole's shaking body and held him in a tight hug.

"Trust Harry..." Draco whispered into Cole's ear as he hugged him, "Everything will be alright."

Cole's sobbing became louder as he cried out, "How can it be alright!" he pushed away from Draco roughly and stood, his eyes red and angry, "the only man that I ever loved is dead because of you and your fucking father!"

Draco rose and held out his hand in pleading towards his distressed friend. "Cole..." he started, but was cut off suddenly.

"No!" Cole shouted as he pulled his arm back and punched Draco in the jaw, and with that, he left the room.

Harry took a deep breath and smiled when Luke opened his eyes. "He's going to regret that..."

"...Luke..." Draco said slowly in disbelief.

Sitting up, Luke blinked his eyes and looked down at the pool of blood around his body. He glanced over at Harry, then Draco, and around the room. "Where's Cole?"

Draco pointed towards the livingroom as his other hand rubbed his jaw. When Lucius was killed, everyone had come out of the trance, and they all now watched as Luke stood up and stumbled towards the livingroom. Luke walked slowly towards Cole, whose blood-covered hands were running through his hair as he wept. Kneeling down infront of Cole, Luke spoke softly.

"Hey there..."

Cole looked up and his face went white. "You're dead..."

"Would a dead guy look this hot?" Luke smiled as he motioned down to his body.

Cole smiled widely and flung himself at Luke, holding him in a tight hug, causing Luke to be winded. Gasping a little, Luke recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around Cole's body.

"I thought I lost you." Came Cole's shaky voice.

"Yeah...some birthday party huh?" Luke asked, "We didn't even get a chance to open our presents."

Cole laughed, just as the rest of the party guests came into the room. Everyone except Draco and Harry looked traumatized from the night's events. It wasn't every day that they saw wizards dueling, a man writhing in pain without even being touched, nor had they seen a man stabbed and recover minutes later with no trace of it happening.

"This... has got to be the strangest party I have ever been to..." Skye said as she dropped to the floor beside the fireplace, "aren't you in pain?" she asked Luke.

He ignored her.

Shrugging, Skye looked to Harry and Draco, who had sat themselves down in the armchair, Draco in Harry's lap. His fingers absently playing with the front of Harry's shirt, Draco rested his head against the crook of Harry's neck as his boyfriend stared at the wall in front of him.

"...That hurt." He said.

Draco rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, but resisted the urge to say anything to him, choosing instead to snuggle closer.

The room was silent for a while, each person lost in their own thoughts about what had happened, when they heard a knock on the front door. No body wanted to move, so Harry flung his hand towards the door and opened it with magic, for he really didn't care if he used his powers in front of anyone anymore. When Celia walked into the living room a look of questioning shock on her face, everyone's breath let out and then, the dreaded question Celia could have asked came.

"What happened here?" she said.

"Well you see..."

"This guy with wicked long hair..."

"Froze us all! It was so weird!"

"Then he threw the Crucio curse at me..."

"I stepped infront of him, and holy shit does that curse hurt..."

"I jumped on his back... got stabbed..."

"Used the killing curse..."

"Healed him..."

"And now we all sit here." Draco finished. "Dead body is in the kitchen."

"Oh good... well at least I know what went on." Celia said crossly, "Does any one want to really tell me what happened?"

"It's true. Go look in the kitchen." Harry sighed running a hand through his hair.

Shaking her head, Celia left the living room and approached the kitchen. They heard her say, "Oh my..." and quickly walk back to the livingroom. "What are you planning to do with the body?"

"We haven't thought of that yet." Cole said quietly as he held Luke close to him on the couch, running one hand through his hair, the other creating tiny circles on his boyfriends knee. He placed a kiss to his forehead and smiled to himself.

Draco stood and walked towards Celia. "What do you think we should do, Celia?"

Celia sighed deeply and placed the present she was holding on the coffee table. "This is completely unexpected... but I would expect that it would be wisest to simply take a hold of the body and apparate, leaving him somewhere no one will find him." She finished, crossing her arms. "Can any of you apparate?"

"I can." Harry spoke quietly, rubbing his wrist. "I haven't done it in a very long time though."

"Alright... anyone else?"

Draco raised his hand slowly. "I'm with Harry... I haven't done it since the war."

"I see... do either of you know a place you can leave his body?" Celia stopped suddenly, realizing what she just asked. "That sounded far to curious to be real."

Draco smiled stiffly. "Well, given the circumstances... it sounded completely sane."

"Quite... back to my question. Does anyone-"

"The Forbidden Forest." Harry said quietly standing up. "Let's get it done now... please. I don't like the thought of a dead person in my house."

"Should we make sure he's dead this time?" Luke asked sleepily.

"He's dead... no one survives that curse." Cole said darkly. "No one but Harry Potter."

"I'm leaving. Are you coming, Draco?" Harry scowled as he turned the corner, his voice becoming fainter as he walked.

"...Yeah." Draco followed him into the kitchen and stood silently as he watched Harry pick up his father.

"Take his arm... I'll...er... lead." He said softly grunting under the weight of Lucius.

Draco nodded and cringed as he took Lucius in his arms. He felt the world around him dissolve within seconds, and for a few moments he felt as if he was floating in the air before he was dropped to the ground with a pop.

"Over here." Harry ordered walking in the direction of a thicket. "If anything... the creatures that call this place home will eat his body and we won't have to worry."

"I can't believe you just said that about my father, Harry." Draco said quietly as he dropped his father to the ground. Watching Lucius for a second to make sure his chest wasn't moving, Draco let himself be led away from his father.

Harry emerged from the trees, with Draco not far behind him. Setting off towards the lake, Harry stopped only when there was nowhere else to go but into the icy water. Draco halted just behind Harry, his hands curled into fists that he held under his armpits. He had forgotten that October in England was cold.

They stood in silence for a little while, until Harry noticed that Draco was shivering and took his hand, guiding him to stand right in front of Harry. Wrapping his arms around Draco's slender frame, Harry rested his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder sighing.

"Are you okay?" he asked, hoping that it didn't sound as obviously stupid as it sounded, especially since he and Draco had just disposed of Draco's father's dead body.

Draco shrugged, "I'm not sure," he replied slowly, "at first I couldn't believe that he was actually still alive, then I couldn't believe that he died again. Killed by one of my best friends." He took a moment to sigh, then continued. "I'm alright about that he's dead though. He deserved to die," again a pause, "but what I'm not okay about is what he said to me before he was killed."

"About no one ever loving you?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded.

"Draco, no matter where you go someone will always be there to love you. And I will always be here to love you, no matter the distance between us," Harry sighed slightly, running a hand through Draco's hair. "Ti amo un piccolo, molto, appassionato, per niente."

"What does that mean...?" Draco asked quietly, snuggling closer to Harry.

"I thought you knew Italian?"

"...I did. I've forgotten most of it though."

Harry nodded his head and took a gentle breath. "'I love you a little, a lot, passionately not at all.'," he paused for a moment. "I read it in a book once."

"....Oh." He turned and looked up into Harry's emerald eyes smiling. "Ti amo anche, voi uomo bello..."

Harry gave Draco a smile and leaned down, pressing his lips to Draco's.
Kylia: What Draco said was basically I love you. If ya'll wanted to know.

Draco: So... my father is really dead this time?

Raei: Certainly is. No more Luscious Lucius to bug you dear.

Draco: (whistles slightly and picks at his nails.) So... does that mean I get his pimp stick?

Harry: You want his pimp stick...?

Draco: Err... Yes?

Raei: Muchos kinky. (hands him the stick) Careful now, he wields much pimp power.

Draco: (steeples his fingers like Mr. Burns) ...Excellent....

Kylia: Ehe... never mind the little pimp prince (watches as Draco points his pimp stick at Harry grinning) okay... so... yeah. I hope you liked this chapter, as it was written when we were VERY tired and had much fatigue. If those two words mean the same thing, I could really care less... I blame it on sleepiness. (sticks out tongue)

Raei: Yup, that's about it. Catch you all on the flipside. (grins as she clenches onto Patrick's arm.)

Patrick: (lifting an eyebrow and grinning) Heyyy little lady.

Raei: (giggles like a school girl as she walks of with Patrick)

Harry, Draco, and Kylia: (consecutive eye twitches) Eughh... (shudder as they hear more giggling and a slight gasp sounding like 'Oh Patrick!' in the distance.)

-FADE TO BLACK-

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