A/N: Wow, this is the last chapter. I can't even believe it. I've had so much fun with this fic. See, it was my first ever Harry/Draco fanfic, one I hadn't planned at all. It hasn't turned out at all like I thought it would. But I like it. It's decent enough, for my first one. But I've got a much better one planned. I've already written the first chapter, and I just want to get a few of them finished before I begin posting. And I want to perfect the Harry/Draco scene. I'm still having trouble with it. Also, I want to wait until I get Internet at home again before I try to put another story up. Wow, there are so many people I want to dedicate this chapter to. First, my wonderful beta, musicgirl141. She's a great person, and a talented beta. Thanks, Jen. Next, zoomaphonethepirate, who's pretty much stuck with me through this fic. And also, Alora, who has also stuck with me. L Moonshade, though s/he hasn't reviewed every chapter, s/he was one of the first reviewers whose review was quite helpful to me. And She Wolf, who, considering, has really been great about this whole slash thing. But most especially, I would like to dedicate this to Princesspepper. She's reviewed every single Just Like You chapter I've written, and I really appreciate that. She's stuck with me, through the bad chapters and the good, and I'm really grateful. Thanks so much. You're the best. I hope you all enjoy this little Epilogue. Last chapter. Better get a move on. Thank you so much, to everyone who's EVER reviewed. It means all the world to me. Thank you. Adios!

CatJetRat

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Normal POV

Harry woke up, feeling rather groggy. His head hurt, and his entire body felt sore. He groaned, and rolled over, hoping to fall into Draco's arms. No luck. The bed was empty. He frowned, still trying to get his bearings. He reached for his glasses, before remembering that he didn't need them. Seamus had fixed his eyes. He blinked a few times, rubbing them, and then the room came into focus. Draco wasn't anywhere in sight.

Harry stumbled into the bathroom, and, after relieving himself, turned the faucet on. The cool water against his burning skin felt like bliss, and he moaned happily. He looked up into the mirror, and saw dark circles under his eyes. He was chalk-white. Familiar emerald eyes glinted up at him, but they weren't as bright as they had normally been. They looked dark, and haunted. Suddenly he couldn't bear to see his face anymore. The face of a murderer. He buried his face in his hands, and tried to cry, but found he couldn't. He stared into the sink, feeling dead inside. He was detached from the world. He gazed at the drain, and pulled the metal stopper out. He gazed into the dark hole, wishing he could just fall into it, and cure the aching pain in his chest. He wanted to feel nothing, to sleep, to fall, to die. Why should he live anyway? He was a killer. Evil by nature. He didn't deserve life.

Harry shook his head, trying to avoid thinking about these thoughts. He looked into the mirror again, and for a second, he thought he was seeing double. Except… opposite doubles. Instead of black hair he had blond. Instead of green eyes he had silver. But matching pale skin. He blinked, realizing that it was Draco.

"Hey," Draco said smiling.

Harry looked away. Though he had initially wanted Draco with him, now all he wanted was to be alone. "Hi," he muttered, turning around and brushing past Draco. He pulled a T-shirt on over his head and shoved jeans on. He began heading out the door when he felt Draco grab his arm.

"What!" Harry snapped. Draco quickly dropped his arm like it was burning him.

"Where are you going?" he asked quietly.

"Where I want," Harry said shortly, and was almost out the door when he felt Draco grab his arm again.

"What is wrong with you!" Draco exclaimed.

Harry looked down at Draco's hand that was still grasping his arm. "Let go of my arm," he said in an icy voice.

"No," Draco said flatly. " Not till you tell me what's going on."

"Screw you," Harry said angrily, and yanked out his wand. "Reducto!"

Draco was blasted off his feet, and landed on the bed. He recovered quickly though, and jumped off the bed, annoyance flashing in his eyes.

"Oh, so that's the way you want to play it, is it?" Draco said coldly, pulling out his wand.

Harry gave a chilling laugh. "You do not want to duel me, Malfoy. I-" but before he could finish his sentence, Draco shouted, "Expelliarmus!" and Harry was thrown off of his feet. His wand flew up into the air, and Draco caught it triumphantly, before throwing both wands on the bed. He then jumped on top of Harry before he could get up. Harry fought him tooth and nail, shouting cuss words, telling Draco he hated him, before he simply was out of strength and couldn't fight anymore. He dissolved into tears, and melted in to Draco's arms, weeping. Draco held him tightly, being strong for his lover.

"It's okay," Draco whispered. "I'm here for you. I always am. I always will be."

Harry nodded, pulling away from Draco slightly and wiping his eyes. "I know. I'm so sorry. I just…I can't stand the fact that I killed him. I didn't want to. I feel like I lowered myself to his level, and it kills me."

Draco shook his head. "You didn't lower yourself to anything, do you understand me?" he said roughly. "No, look at me; Harry, he deserved so much more than what you gave him. Weasley told me what happened. Don't think for a minute he didn't deserve every bit of what he got, and so much more. A fitting punishment for him would be to tie him to a chair without his wand, and let every person he's ever hurt have a go at him. But you didn't do that. You gave him a quick and essentially painless death. You showed him mercy. Don't feel at all bad."

Harry nodded and sank back into his lover's arms, suddenly feeling really horrid for all the things he'd said to Draco. "I'm really sorry," he repeated.

Draco nodded. "I know. It's okay; I understand." He paused, then said, "I love you."

Harry smiled. The only time he had ever heard Draco say that had been after he'd had his orgasm. Somehow, hearing him say it now, at the hardest of times, made it seem that much more real.

"I love you too," he whispered, before falling asleep in Draco's arms.

Pansy's POV

"Oh, that's delicious!" I giggled, stroking Hermione's hair as she told me the details of Draco's intrusion into Dumbledore's office. We were sitting in my room, on a large armchair.

Hermione frowned slightly. "I still don't understand how Dumbledore could be so cold," she muttered.

I could see how much this was upsetting her, so I tried to be comforting. "He was just doing what he deemed to be best for everyone," I told her. "If it helps any, he's usually just thinking about other people when he makes his decisions."

"Whatever," Hermione muttered, leaning back in my arms. I smiled evilly, and then began tickling her. She squeaked and started squirming in my arms. I laughed as she fell out of my lap onto the floor. I dove on top of her, tickling her mercilessly. She squealed and giggled, begging me for mercy. I laughed and released her, sinking back down onto the chair. She spent a few moments catching her breath, then she jumped on top of me.

"PAYBACK!" she shrieked, and started to also tickle me. I laughed, and grabbed her arms, holding her hands away from me. She gazed at me intensely, and I realized the passion of the situation. I was holding her arms, and she was sitting in between my legs, her knee wedged in my crotch. My breathing became ragged and harsh, and she leaned down and kissed me hard. Hmm…looked like tonight was going to be fun.

Ron's POV

I sat in the Great Hall alone, feeling quite bored. Everyone else had gone to bed except me and some lone Slytherin. Even all except two of the staff were gone. It was around nine o' clock PM, and I was chewing on something chocolaty and drinking some hot chocolate, hoping to forget all that had happened. I felt glad that I'd stood by Harry's side, but it had been hard, because I had seen how much having to kill someone had hurt him, and all I wanted to do was take that burden off of his shoulders, but I couldn't. I felt like I should do something, though. I knew he had forgiven me, but I still couldn't understand why I had left his side when he needed me the most.

"Must be some lapse in brain functioning," I reasoned to myself, taking another sip of my hot chocolate.

"You know, if you talk to yourself enough, people will start to think you're crazy."

I whipped around. It was that Slytherin who had also stayed in the Great Hall. He looked faintly familiar. "Ronald Weasley, right?" I nodded, still staring at him. "You mind if I take that seat?" he asked, a slightly nervous smile on his face.

I shook my head, not taking my eyes off of him. He was just a little bit taller than me, and he had dark brown, chocolate eyes, curly brown hair that was just begging someone to run their fingers through it, tanned skin, and thick, sultry black eyelashes. I found I couldn't look away. I shook my head quickly. What was happening to me? I wasn't GAY! Yeah, I was accepting it with Harry, but not me too! I tried to get rid of these thoughts.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Blaise Zabini," he answered. He grabbed an éclair off of the huge plate in front of us, and uncertainly bit into it. "I heard what you did for Harry. That was really brave of you. I thought that you abandoning him beforehand was kind of shitty, but you seem to understand that."

I nodded. For some strange reason, I suddenly felt that I would do anything to make him think I was worth something. "I won the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor last year," I blurted out.

He nodded. "Yeah, I saw you. You were really good, though from where I was people were acting like you weren't." He smiled.

"Do you play any sports?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "No, but I do play guitar. Do you want to listen?" he asked, looking slightly hopeful. I nodded quickly. He pulled out his wand and summoned his guitar from his bedroom. He tuned it, and then played a song called "My Immortal," by a Muggle band called Evanescence. I stared at him in slight awe. When he finished, I applauded loudly.

"Wow," I said. "You were really good. You have a really nice voice."

He smiled shyly. "You think so? Some people say it's too high-pitched, and sounds like a girl's voice."

I shook my head. "No; they're just jealous. You have the perfect mixture of deepness and high pitched voice. And it flows smoothly, like water."

Blaise blushed. "Thanks," he murmured, bowing his head.

I reached out and, putting two fingers under his chin, lifted his head up. His eyes met mine, and I was mesmerized by deep brown pools of chocolate. I lowered my eyes to his full pink lips. He set his guitar aside, and leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back hard without hesitation. He quickly banished his guitar with a wave of his wand, and stood up, holding out his hand.

"Do you want to come up to the Slytherin common room with me?" He asked in that shy, sweet voice I was beginning to fall in love with. I looked up into his beautiful chocolate eyes again, and briefly noted the irony of the situation, before nodding and reaching out and taking his hand. Hell, who gave a crap if I was gay? He was gorgeous enough for it.

Dumbledore's POV

I took another sip of my tea as I watched the two boys walk out of the Great Hall, hands clasped. I heaved an enormous sigh. "Oh Minerva," I murmured. "This really has been a very interesting start to the school year, has it not?"

She nodded, pursing her lips and looking away. She sipped her tea again, and couldn't seem to contain herself anymore. She slammed her teacup down, looking at me furiously. "Why did you do it, Albus?" She demanded angrily.

I looked down into my teacup, and found I was unable to lift my head back up and stare into those fuming, betrayed eyes. "Remember when we first started the Order?" She nodded. "Remember what we promised each other?"

"That no matter what, we'd do whatever it took to destroy Voldemort," she whispered. Apparently she no longer had any qualms about saying his name.

"Yes. I'm not proud about what I did, but if I had to go back, I wouldn't change a thing."

She nodded, picking her teacup back up. "I understand, Albus," she whispered.

I smiled sadly, and, trying to clear the air, said, "Oh, Minerva, you've always gotten on my nervas." We shared a quiet laugh at this inside joke, before I said, in a more serious voice, "But really, Minerva, you've always been there for me, and I really appreciate it."

Professor McGonagall smiled at me over the brim of her cup, and then we shared a long, slow…sip of tea.

Harry's POV

I gasped, rolling off of Draco after coming inside of him. I caught my breath, and leaned over and kissed him. He kissed me back, a slow, sweet kiss. "Harry," he murmured.

"Yes?" I said.

"Will you marry me when we get out of school?"

My breath caught in my throat, and I said in a choked voice, "Of course I will, Draco."

Draco smiled. "I love you Harry," he said softly. I smiled, and rolled back on top of him, to remind him just how much I returned that feeling. Damn, this year was going to be good.

Dumbledore's POV

"More tea, Minerva?

"Why thank you, Albus."

Draco's POV, three years later.

I fretfully straightened my hair in the mirror, and hissed at anyone who dared to come near me.

"Draco, just let me-DRACO!" Hermione yelled. I stopped and slumped down in a chair.

"What!" I asked angrily.

"Just let me do it," she said in a gentle voice. I agreed, albeit quite reluctantly. She sighed and reached out and started brushing my hair. I fidgeted restlessly, and once she was done, I stood up and started pacing again. Hermione sat there with a brush and a patient expression on her face. I nervously straightened my bowtie and smoothed out the creases in my tux. Hermione smiled fondly at me, and came over and straightened out my bow for me. I gave a sheepish smile.

"Sorry I'm being so difficult," I said, bowing my head. "I'm just so excited, and so nervous! I can't believe I'm actually getting married."

Hermione smiled at me again, and said, "Well, at least you're getting married to the person you love the most."

My eyes lit up as I thought of Harry. If I'd thought I'd been in love three years ago when we had first started dating, it was nothing compared to the way I was feeling now. All the stars in the universe couldn't compare to the love I felt for Harry. I would have done anything for him. Hermione held out her arm to me. "Come on," she said. "It's time."

I nodded and took her arm. Pansy got on the other side of me, and together we walked out of the tent into the Forbidden Forest. Everyone was there, as was every creature. Hagrid was there, as were all the centaurs, who had allowed us to use the forest for the day. The unicorns had showed up, and even the merpeople had stuck their heads out of the water to watch. I suppose all the magical creatures could sense that this was an extraordinary bonding. All the Weasleys were there, and even my father and mother had been let out of prison to come. Ron and Blaise were standing side by side, holding hands. I smirked as I remembered how much Harry and I and so many others had laughed at the irony of this situation. They separated to be on the proper sides; Ron on Harry's, Blaise on mine. Theodore Nott was there, and so were Crabbe and Goyle, looking dumb as usual. Seamus, Dean, and Neville were there, as was Oliver Wood, Harry's old Quidditch captain, and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Most of the Professors were there too. Remus Lupin and the rest of the Order had come. Creevey was there too, his camera flashing annoyingly. But I ignored all of them, and merely focused on Harry, standing at the end of the aisle. He smiled at me. Behind him was Dumbledore, who was to marry us. With some reluctance, Harry and I had both forgiven him. Fawkes was standing perched on his shoulder. When we reached the end, Hermione released my arm and kissed Harry on the cheek, before taking her place beside Ron and Ginny on Harry's side. I waited for Pansy to release me, but she didn't. Instead, she leaned close to Harry and said, "I promise you that if you hurt him Potter, I will personally hunt you down and kill you."

Harry gave a small laugh. "You needn't worry about that, Pansy. I'd kill myself first. I love him more than all the world."

"You'd better," Pansy grumbled, then turned to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then turned back to Harry and jumped on him. I stood there, sort of taken aback, and then I saw Pansy start to kiss Harry ferociously on the lips. He looked shocked for about half a second, and then angry as he started trying to shove her off. I grabbed her around the waist, and together we managed to get her off. She wandered lazily over to my side to stand next to Blaise.

"Sorry, everyone," she shouted. "Just wanted to make sure he's really gay and in love with Draco! Don't worry; he passed the test!" Everyone else seemed to accept this explanation, and turned back to watching me and Harry. I, however, didn't buy this at all, and for good reason. As I turned back to Harry, I heard her mutter to Blaise, "And I just wanted to do that once before he got married. Damn, he's hot, and so is Draco. But I already kissed him when we dated in fourth year." I saw Hermione's eyes narrow, but Pansy caught her gaze and smiled sweetly. Hermione rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Slut."

My eyes narrowed also, and I was about to jump on Pansy for an entirely different reason than she had jumped on Harry for. The strangling reason, mainly. However, Harry, sensing what I was about to do, lay a careful hand on my wrist, causing me to look back at him, and once I caught sight of emerald eyes, I found I couldn't look away. Dumbledore started talking, but I didn't pay any attention at all. All I did was stare at my love. His lips were moving, and I tuned in.

"Draco?" Harry asked gently, a slight smile on his face. "Do you have your vows?"

I gave a little jump and nodded quickly, pulling them out of my pocket. I began speaking.

"Harry, when I first met you, the only thing on my mind was what my father had told me, to be friends with you, in the hopes that you might become a death eater." I glanced at my father in the crowd briefly, before looking back at Harry. "And then you turned me down and the rivalry began. We made each other's lives hell for many years." I smiled slightly. "I remember when Ron's curse on me backfired and he was coughing up slugs for days." Slight laughter from the crowd, though Ron turned a little red, and Blaise became rather green, and called, "That's the last time I'm kissing you, Weasley." Ron turned slightly white at this, and looked like he was restraining himself, for Harry's sake, from walking over to Blaise and planting one on his lips.

I smirked and resumed my recital of my vows. "I also remember when I held back your broom in third year. You were so mad at me. You tried to hit me, but couldn't reach." There was a slight grumbling from Harry's old Quidditch team at this. "And I also remember when I saw you at the Yule Ball fourth year. I thought you were stunning. Those robes really did match your exquisite eyes. But I quickly pushed those thoughts away. I was a boy, and I was supposed to hate you. However, what I remember the most is when you wandered into that bush in sixth year and you saw what had happened to me, and I found that, despite all of our differences…" I looked up into his eyes, and we both spoke at the same time.

"I was just like you."

A/N: Sobs. My baby is all grown up! WAH! I can't believe it. Damn. It's so weird. I guess I always sort of thought it would last forever, but I guess not. Ah, well, all good things must come to an end, or else they won't be good anymore. I just can't believe I'm done. It was such a big part of my life for so long. I hope that it brought a little bit of joy to even one person's life. Thanks to all my beautiful reviewers. I know you brought joy to my life. And now it's over. It was my first one, and I'm glad it turned out so well. I never really thought it was that good in the first place. At least now I have a much better one lined up. The first two chapters are written; I'm just torn as to whether I should post my Legolas/Aragorn story first. Give me feedback, please. I hope you all liked this chapter. Epilogue. Ending. WAH! Sorry, but this is a very emotional experience for me. Please review. I love you all! MWAH! MWAH! Adios, for the final time for this story!

CatJetRat