Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, etc. etc. etc.

Ok, this is the end of "Comfort in War". I might make another story to exist between this one and "If You Leave". It would be the story of the new war between the good and the evil... but I'm hesitant to write such a story. It would be different from how it all ends up I'm sure.

Warning: Slash, yummy needy sex. Death, war, then off to fight the war.

Please read and review.

Draco stirred quietly as he woke in Harry's arms. Harry smiled as he watched Draco wake.

"What are you looking at?" said Draco sleepily.

"Only you sleepy head," said Harry lightly. Draco groaned and buried his face in Harry's shoulder.

"I don't want to get up today. Can't we just hide from the world for a day?"

"I'd like that. I suppose if anything really important happens that they'll send a message." Draco lifted his head and kissed Harry deeply. "Mmm... my thoughts exactly." They kissed each other gently for a long time, just reveling in the feeling of kissing each other.

"If you don't watch out I could get used to this," said Malfoy in a light tone of voice. They both stared into each other's eyes and knew that indeed both of them could get used to this. As they started kissing each other again, their kisses were hungrier and more desperate. Their hands were roaming each other's bodies but their arms remained tight around each other.

For the moment it wasn't about sex, it was about pure need. The need of someone else in their lives to be there. Someone who understood that being a child in this war was terrifying. Someone who didn't just pat them on the head and told them that everything would be all right, the grown ups would take care of everything. Grown ups couldn't take care of everything anymore. That fact was more terrifying than Voldemort himself.

An owl started tapping on the window breaking the spell that had come between them.

"Ignore it," said Harry with a growl in his voice.

"No... I should... ahhhhh... I have to get this." Draco regetfully struggled out of Harry's arms and opened the window for the owl. He got the message from the owl's arm and then the owl flew away quickly.

"What is it?" asked Harry as Draco's face read the message. Draco's face fell as he stared at the message. Harry stood and walked to the blond boy with an air of caution. "What's wrong?" The message fluttered to the ground from Draco's hands. Harry picked up the message. It was a simple message that had been sent out to everyone. Voldemort had killed again. He and his death eaters had openly attacked Diagon Alley. It was a busy shopping day, hundreds of wizards and witches had been there. Now the famous street was littered with bodies. All wizards were being told to stay put, stay indoors, stay where they knew they were protected. A list of the dead was going to be released soon. Harry couldn't help but look out the window in the hope that the list of the dead was coming soon on an owl.

"How could this happen?" muttered Draco. "Diagon Alley... do you have any idea how many people could have been there? How many people could be dead now? And how many of them will we know?"

"Don't think such things right now," said Harry soothingly.

"I was going to go to Diagon Alley today Harry. I wanted to pick up a few sweets and look at some books. But I was here with you."

"You're lucky."

"Yeah... lucky. We're like that aren't we? Lucky. Lucky to be alive while people we know are being hurt, dying... my father's still in Azkaban. I'm lucky to still be here."

"Draco, stop. You're going to drive yourself crazy with talk like that."

"Yeah..." Draco sat down on the bed. He felt alone. When he got the list he would know if anyone he knew had died or not. But he felt like it didn't really matter whether people he knew died or if they were all strangers. He would still feel alone because now he knew just what Voldemort was willing to do.

Harry felt alone. He was the one who could stop Voldemort, but he wasn't sure how. He wished he had been able to stop Voldemort before this had happened. The list of dead would only sicken him more and wish he could have stopped it. But then there was no way that he could be sure that he would have been able to stop Voldemort before now. This was a big mistake. Voldemort had grown comfortable. Now he knew that Voldemort would come after him even if he was at the school.

He turned and looked at Draco and saw the lost and alone look in the eyes that met his. Harry didn't hesitate. He rushed to Draco and kissed him. They laid down together in bed and held each other. It all seemed so unreal. Soon another owl came and the list of dead was tied to it's leg. Draco and Harry read it together. They both found classmates who had graduated from Hogwarts on the list. When they had finished they put the list aside and stared into each other's eyes for a long time.

"I'm going to... have to go... I have to fight Voldemort..." said Harry trying to stutter out what he wanted to say.

"I know," said Draco calmly.

"When I get back, I'll send you a message."

"I know."

Both grabbed each other tightly and kissed each other hard. It was possibly the last time they could be here and together. Draco laid Harry down on the bed and made love to him more gently than he had ever done before. Harry arched and gasped as Draco moved.

'He can never know,' Draco thought to himself as he climaxed. 'He can never know that I love him.'

"I'm coming with you," said Draco suddenly as Harry got dressed.

"What?" said Harry confused.

"I want to come with you."

"Draco, you'll be safer here."

"Screw safer."

"He'll use your father against you."

"Screw my father too."

"What about your mother?"

"Screw her too. I don't care. I want this over."

"I can't ask you to do this. It's too dangerous."

"You're not asking me to do this. I'm telling you that I am doing this. I am going with you." Harry knew that he couldn't argue with Draco.

"All right, fine, you're coming too. Get dressed, pack now, and meet me out front with your broom in twenty minutes. Hermione will be there too. We'll meet the rest of the Order of the Phoenix and from there we will form a plan and we will end this war."

"All right. I will be there."

"Thank you," said Harry quietly.

"For what?" Harry gently stroked Draco's cheek.

"For everything." Harry quickly kissed Draco's mouth one last time and then he left the room to pack himself. Draco packed quickly and met Harry out in the front of the school as he had promised. The two took off for the new headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.