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Title: You Make Me Complete
Pairing: Harry/Draco SLASH
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Humour
Summary: Harry wants to tell you about his life so far.
A/N: And here comes the next chapter, late as usual! Again, I am so sorry for the looong delay, and the only explanation I can give you is that I've been very busy, again, and haven't had time to work with this chapter to make me happy with it for a long time!
And, here comes the real shocker – this chapter, "Life", is the last chapter of You Make me Complete. I was planning to make at least one more chapter after this one, but it didn't turn out that way, as I like this ending more than I liked the previous one. I hope You'll like it!
Some thankies to the reviewers!
Tora88 – I am REALLY, REALLY sorry for taking so long to update. But, here comes chapter 13, and I really hope you'll like it! Thank you, Tora, for ALL your absolutely lovely reviews! So sorry for keeping you waiting for so long!
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I am still surprised at the response this fic's been given! I was so not expecting this many reviews or kind e-mails! Rereading your reviews just makes my heart melt, and... just, so much love to you all! –tears-
And... well... onto the last chapter.
Chapter 13
Life
A week after that horrible, awful fight, we arrived at the Burrow.
Draco was still very sceptical about the whole idea. I knew that the believes of the Weasley's were still there; it's hard to change one's view on the world in a matter of days, after all. But, he tried to hide it, and I appreciated that he was trying to give them a chance. I knew he did it for me, and that was what mattered.
We apparated to the Burrow on a warm and sunny Saturday morning, in the beginning of August, and Draco was slightly nervous about seeing both Arthur and Molly, and when I knocked on the door, he took my hand in a strong grip. He would not step down to stand behind me though, but he took his place firmly beside me; Draco would never stand in anyone's shadow.
Ron opened within a few moments, with Hermione standing right behind him.
"Harry!" Ron shouted, and when Hermione pinched him in the side, he added, "And Malfoy, I guess."
Hermione quickly pushed Ron aside and rushed forward, pulleding both Draco and me into a tight hug.
"It's so good to see you! I've missed you so much! We both have!" She hugged us tightly a good while before she released us.
We stayed in the doorway for a short while, talking and laughing, and soon they led us into the kitchen, where the whole family was seated, eating breakfast. Even Bill and Charlie was there, being on Summer vacation. They'd decided to spend summer together with their family this year.
I think a huge part of the wizard's population spent that summer with their family; the whole wizarding world was still visibly shaken and everyone wanted time off to focus on their family and their loved ones. I haven't mentioned it much yet, but it was, in fact, an immense wave of depression and such following the war. People not knowing what to do with themselves, having lost a friend or a family member... people having seen things no one should ever have to see. Big parts of the wizarding world was shut down completely for a few weeks during summer, just to make people have a chance to take a pause, breathe out and try to, even though it'd never be possible to forget, maybe put it behind you and try to keep on living again. I didn't visit any magical places during that summer, at all, but I was told that if you were to visit Diagon Alley, or Hogsmeade, at least half of the shops there were closed, as people had wanted; needed, to take a time-out from everything.
And, that was why the whole Weasley family was gathered this beautiful summer morning.
"Harry," Molly greeted absentmindedly, without looking up at us, as she was currently stirring a huge saucepan on the stove. "It's lovely to have you here again, dear, we've all missed you! Do you want some breakfast, or have you already eaten?" She turned around, stroking a red lock of hair behind her ear. On her face there was a big smile. And as she saw me and Draco, she stopped talking. For the first time, she saw us side be side, standing together, holding hands.
When she'd seen us before, we'd been in the Hospital bed, each one in our own bed. She'd never seen us together, not this way.
It seemed like she had forgotten, for a moment, that we were... more than just friends. However, she soon recovered from the initial shock, and when she did remember it, her eyes warmed towards him too, and she was just as nice to him as she was to me. "And Draco too! Welcome; do you want breakfast, dear?"
Her instant friendliness surprised me a little; not that Mrs Weasley is unkind in any way, but I knew what they thought of the Malfoy family in general.
Draco was looking around in the room, at all the red hair, and at all the freckled faces. He looked slightly alarmed as he looked at Arthur, who was eyeing us carefully. Probably unaware of doing do, Draco squeezed my hand harder.
When he didn't answer Molly right away, I nudged him in the side so that he jerked in surprise. He looked at Mrs Weasley with a small frown of confusion wrinkling his forehead as he said, "Um... No thank you. I ate before we got here."
"I would like a sandwich if it's not a problem, Mrs Weasley?" I grinned at her, and she smiled back before she instantly went and buttered a sandwich for me, as I went to say hi to everyone else. Ginny rushed forwards and hugged me, and cheerfully waved and said, "Hello", to Draco.
When Fred and George came to greet us, Draco put on a slight sneer, and his uncaring facade fell into place immediately. But he did not look as arrogant, or mean, as he once would have. I felt an aura of defensiveness from him, and knew that he was ready to defend himself, me and our relationship at the first sign of an insult concerning either.
Charlie and Bill came and shook his hand, and hugged me like I was one in the family.
I felt a pang of jealousy, as Draco got wide eyes when he shook his hands with Bill. Okay, I suppose Bill is attractive, with his long hair and everything, but there was no need to drool as Draco did. Stupid git!
Percy shook our hands without a word.
Mr Weasley came and shook my hand and greeted me with a huge smile.Then he turned to Draco, and shaking his hand, he asked to talk to him in private. Draco tensed up, so I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, and whispered that it was okay, that he just wanted to talk to him, and Draco followed.
I noticed everyone looking at me strangely when Draco and Mr Weasley was gone, and I smiled at them shyly, and asked, "What?"
Everybody just shook their heads with small, teasing smiles on their lips and said "Nothing…", save for Ginny, who was grinning. She cooed, "That was soooo cute!"
I fealt heat rise to my face, and everyone laughed at me. I took a place at the kitchen table, as Mrs Weasley handed me a sandwitch with cheese and cucumber. As I took my sandwich, and were about to say thank you to Mrs Weasley, a series of crackers was heard from the garden. A second later, Crookshanks came rushing inside. My thank you was drenched in Mrs Weasley's roar of, "FRED AND GEORGE! WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU?"
As Mrs Weasley rushed outside, Bill and Charlie started howling with laughter, even as Charlie picked Crookshanks up in his lap and tried to calm him down.
As I ate my sandwitch and started catching up with Ron and Hermione, I realized how much I'd missed the Burrow, the people in it, and the chaos that came with it. They were part of my family, and I hoped intently and with all my heart, that Draco and them would start to accept each other. It wasn't just Draco who were asked to trust the Weasley's, after all. It was just as important that the Weasley's gave Draco a chance.
Ron and Hermione seemed to have had a pretty good break so far; they'd spent it separatedly at first, Hermione being at home with her parents, and Ron spending it at the Burrow. Then, Ron had came to Hermione, and they'd spent almost two weeks in the muggle world with the Granger's. And now they'd been wih Ron's family for almost a week, and were planning on staying there until the end of summer. In the upcoming autumn, Ron would start a new education, held at the Ministry, for people who had survived the war, and already had practical experiences of battles, and who wanted to become Auror's. Hermione had, as I said, gotten the top grades she'd been fighting for since year one, and she would be accepted pretty much anywhere. She had chosen to study to become a Healer, and she was now looking forward to another 3 tough years in school. I was certain both she and Ron would do great.
After about fifteen minutes, Draco and Mr Weasley came out from the room where they had talked, and Draco didn't look half as worried as he had; he rather looked relieved, and more confident than before. Mr Weasley came right behind him, and smiled at me, "Now you can get Draco back, Harry. And I promise you that he is all safe and sound."
"Thank you, Mr Weasley," I smiled at him as I was trying to hide how curious I was to know what they had talked about. I would have to ask Draco later.
The time we spent at the Burrow, we got to share Charlie's old room, as Charlie moved in with Ron and Bill moved in with Percy. Hermione, in turn stayed in Ginny's room, so it was pretty much full everywhere. In the room, there was an old, but soft bed, and a slightly lumpy bed-settee. Out of respect of Mr and Mrs Weasley, we slept in separate beds during our time there, and Draco had immediately upon seeing the two furnitures thrown himself down on the softer bed, and claimed it as his own. I settled on the sofa; after all, I'd had much worse bedding-furnitures before in my life. I didn't mind at all.
As the lights had all gone out on our first night there, we lay talking quietly in the darkness.
"Are you okay, Draco?" I asked after a few hours. "I mean, being here?"
Draco was silent for a few minutes, before rolling over, to lay on his stomach. He rested his head on his folded arms, looking at me through his fringe, as he said, "It's just the first day, Harry..."
"I understand if it feels... strange. But, please, give them a chance!" I whispered, hoping against hope that he'd start to get along with them; maybe even start to like them, someday.
"Please let me finish," he smiled softly at me, "I was going to say that this is the first day here, and already I think I start to feel welcome. Do you know how strange that feels, Harry?" His eyes were closed now, and he was talking very softly, with a small, wistful smile on his lips.
"I've never felt it like that before. When we came... Mrs Weasly looked so shocked at first, and I almost felt how I'd snap if she'd said anything about us, or... or... I don't know. But then I saw that her eyes didn't glare at me, as if I were unwelcome. She didn't look hostile or mean, and she didn't glower at me, not even for one second! And she offered me a Sandwitch. I've never been offered a Sandwitch before in my life, Harry. And she made me one, even though I turned it down..." He opened his eyes and looked at me, with eyes almost sparkling in the darkness. He smiled at me, and reached out towards me with his right hand. I took his hand in my left one, and we were silent again for a while, just laying there, holding each other's hand's, his thumb caressing the upside of my palm.
"I'm glad you get along with them," I said after a while, my heart beating just a little bit quicker than it normally does.
"I'm not saying I like them, yet, Harry. Because I don't. I'm agreeing that I was wrong, that not all I've believed about them are true. But I won't say I like them, or care about them yet. Not after one day. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I know you're giving them a chance. That's enough for me."
"And I know they love you. And that's enough for me to give them a chance." He squeezed my hand once, and then let go of it.
Again, a comfortable silence settled around us. At least until my curiousity gave notice.
"What were you talking about with Mr Weasley?"
Draco lay down on his side, then, the side of his head resting in his left hand. He smiled wickedly. "He interrogated me, Harry. And, even though he didn't say it out loud, he made it quite clear that I would be in big trouble if I ever hurt you."
I choked back a laughter, "He did? Draco, I'm so sorry! They just... worry about me, sometimes."
"It's okay, it was quite funny. That man really can't look scary. Especially not when wearing bunny-slippers." Draco chuckled, low in his throat. "But, honestly, though... I think that's what made me stop to... well, dislike him. He showed me, somehow, that an adult don't need to scare someone to make them give them your respect. You see?" He paused for a moment, biting his lower lip, and then continued, "He cared about you so much, and that was why he wanted to speak to me. And it felt like he wanted to forget that I'm a Malfoy, if I could try to forget that he's a Weasley. And he wanted us to do it, just for you. For you! Because you're important to us both." He sighed and put his head on his pillow, closing his eyes. "I didn't know kindness could grant respect, Harry."
Every word Draco said seeped into me, and I felt warm inside. At every word, I felt as if one worry, one old hurt, was pushed away, and that made place for that feeling... that feeling which is impossible to explain. It's more fierce than desire and more profound than respect and it's even stronger than love, and it just settles inside of you, wrapping around your heart, and feels warm and sweet as honey... That feeling. Do you know which feeling I mean? That's how I felt, then. That feeling still comes over me sometimes, and it's always powerful enough to sweep me to my knees. I still fall for him. Every day.
We was up the whole night. Neither of us slept even for an hour. We lay in our beds, talking, smiling, laughing, confiding... all the while quietly as not to wake anyone. Oh, we had company for a good while, too. Crookshanks came, around two o'clock, scratching the outside of our closed door, and I carefully crawled out of the sofa and crept on my toes to the door and opened it, letting him in. He had probably heard our soft conversation, deciding it would be more fun to stay somewhere where people were awake, rather than to sneak around in the rest of the empty, silent house until morning. Crookshanks immediately jumped up to Draco's side, purring loudly. Draco started to scratch it behind the ear, and the cat soon settled in a comfortable position at Draco's bed and curling into a big, furry ball, it fell asleep.
Draco and I kept talking until the sunrise, until we heard the small song-birds chirping and welcoming the sunny morning. Around five, we decided to get dressed and go downstairs. We did, and then we went outside, sitting in the warm sunlight, waiting for the rest of the world to wake up.
At the Burrow, Mr Weasley talked with Draco for hours about different muggle inventions. They discussed many different ones, and they discussed them for a long, long time. Mr Weasley was ecstatic... Draco did not seem as enthusiastic at first, but as topics as television, radio and telephony came, I heard him perk up and really get into the discussions. Mr Weasley soon started to enjoy his company.
Mrs Weasley adored him.
He charmed her completely; he was nice, kind, well behavioured. He was helpful and he was polite. He kissed me softly on the cheek once in a while. He was the mothers-dream. Ginny once told me that her mother had came to her, eyes sparkling, as she'd whispered, "Isn't it wonderful that Harry's met such a caring young man to spend his life with?"
I can do nothing but agree with her.
So, Draco charmed his way into the Weasley's home. Conveniently enough, Mrs Weasley didn't notice all the sly smirks Draco sent Ron's way everytime he got a compliment from her.
Ron was apalled, and it was quite frankly hilarious to see him trying to keep up with Draco's courteous nature, to make his mother see that, Hey, I can do this too.
Hermione and Ginny took great mirth in the whole episode.
I am certain, though, that Draco didn't just do it to tease Ron. I think it only took him a few days to actually start liking Mr and Mrs Weasley, who both pampered him. They both liked him, and even though they don't have money on the point of indecency, like Draco's always had, they spoil us with other things, that can't be justified in words.
We stayed for a while in the Burrow, and after that first stay, we visited quite often. At least during our two years in the Muggle world.
Concerning our life in the muggle world... as nice as it might feel to don't have any obligations whatsoever, it really become old after a while.
It was wonderful, the time we spent away from the magical world. To be able to just learn everything about each other, to be able to not only start to heal but to able to actually start feeling better for real, to be able to start understanding that, 'Yes, yes, it is over now. He is gone, and you can stop planning your life after where he will strike next time.'
It took almost a year before I felt how my body was actually functioning without any hinders to it. Draco still goes into fits, sometimes. His body's not healed yet, and maybe it never will fully recover. He's fine most of the time, but sometimes he just starts shaking and there is nothing anyone can do about the curse's after-effects. It's just to wait until the attack's passes away. I try to keep from straining himself, as that's when it's the biggest chance for the fits to come to him.
If we'd gone back to everyday life immediately after the summerbreak after seveth year, we would probably not have been feeling as healthy as we do now.
And today, almost five years after the final battle, we function just as well as any other person. And after those two years in the muggle world, we were ready to take up on Dumbledore's offer.
We were both 20 when we moved back to Hogwarts. This time, we were going back as teachers.
I love teaching. I love all the kids. Draco enjoy's it too, and I believe he is just as strict as Severus was once, down in his dungeon. From what I've gathered from corridor-talk, Draco seems to scare the students so much, the first lesson the dirst day of first year, that they don't dare to fail his class. As they have reached their seventh year, the feeling of fear seems to have grown into a mutual respect between Draco and his students.
It's hard to know what my life would be like, if I hadn't found Draco. Or, rather, if he hadn't found me. Or something. I don't know – I've never been that eloquent.
We've worked as teachers for almost three years now, and we're not planning to stop anytime soon. We really do love it here. Hogwart's will always be home. Wherever Draco is, I want to be. As a teacher at Hogwarts, I have both. And I couldn't be happier.
We've been through so much together, Draco and I. And I feel I've matured a great lot. I think Draco has too. I may still be rash, and stupid, and whanot; and Draco might still act like a snotty brat who goes into a hissy fit if he can't find his hairbrush. But somehow, I feel like I've never been as whole before, as I am today. The more time I spend with him, the more I learn, and at the same time I find out that there's more I want to learn about him!
It's my birthday today. We've spent the last few hours holding, kissing, making love... Draco is currently sleeping on the sofa, exhausted. A small smile is still lingring in the corners of his mouth.
We exchanged rings earlier this afternoon.
Draco is everything I've ever wanted, everything I've ever needed.
He makes me complete.
- Fin -
A/N: Again, I can't thank you, readers and reviewers, enough for everything. I hope some of you enjoyed this sappy, sappy ending! - hearts -
