a/n: ok, thanks for all the reviews!i do enjoy getting them (does that make me a loser?) sadly i have to admit that this is the final chapter.i don't really think i can think ofanything else i could add to this story so it's probably for the best that i end it here before it goes completely shit. so thanks to all the people who have read this and i hope this chapter is ok. i'd like your opinions on it and if i decide it is total bullshit then i'll take it off and write another one. so here we go!

He still loves me!

After five years of no contact and he still loves me!

He's still the same basically. He's still as good in the sack, still as sweet, still as hot!

It feels like yesterday was when I left him alone in that corridor.

But I don't care about the last five years, if he's been with millions of boys between then and now makes no difference, I haven't been with anyone, and I never will again, because I'm Harry's.

I wonder if we'll get married. I suppose we will, I'll persuade him eventually. I'd be the bride. The white suit would look better with my beautifully perfect hair, and the black would match that untidy birds nest that rests upon his head.

I think I'll ask him. Right now.

'…So I said to him…'

'Harry, will you marry me?'

'What?

'It's a simple question, will you become my gorgeous sexy husband?'

'What now?'

'Whenever, but will you become my gorgeous sexy husband, a.k.a the boy who lived to win the war and marry a Malfoy?'

'Well…I…'

I make my puppy dog eyes, he could never resist now.

'Of course I will!'

'Yes? You will?' I think I'm crying. Oh yes I am, there's a tear. He is too. Aww he looks so innocent when he cries. I put my arms around him.

Just then I remember we are not alone in he house, actually I don't remember more like I'm "forcefully reminded" that the weasel is here.

'Erm… sorry' he mumbles

'We're getting married!' Harry manages through a face full of tears.

'What?' weasel looks angry, hehehe his face matches his hair!

'Yes, Harry is going to become my gorgeous sexy boy-who-lived-to-win-the-war-and-marry-a-Malfoy husband! Isn't it fab?' I'm laughing. Why am I laughing? I think I'm hysterical.

'Oh' I don't like his tone of voice. No, stop laughing, must look threatening, must-resist-laughing.

'Erm Draco are you ok?'

'You look constipated.'

'Shut-up Ron'

'No… it's just…sorry…' I can't hold it in

'Hahahahahahahahahehehehehehehe'ouch my side hurts.

'Ron did you jinx him?'

'I wish I did, this is fun'

'No it isn't Ron, help me.'

They drag me off somewhere, oh the bathroom. What the hell?

'Aaaarrrrrrrgh!' they splashed me with water! How dare they?

'My hair! You bastards have ruined my hair!'

'There we go. Back to normal babe?'

' I'll give you babe!'

'Draco we have a guest, we can't leave him to go and have sex now can we? That would be rude.'

'I won't have sex with you ever again!'

' I think you will somehow, all I did was mess up your hair. Please forgive me'

I think he's trying to pout; it just looks like someone has given him a well-deserved punch. I heave myself up and look down at him.

'No fucking way.' I whisper, but instead of being scared he kisses me.

Cherries! Juicy, firm, succulent, naughty cherries! I can't resist him any longer. I have to kiss him back. Burning passion that has slept for five years awakens in both of us. I slam him against the wall and think about what has happened. We're going to be married, spend our lives together.

I love him. I always will. Even when were old and decrepit, (him not me, I will never age) I will love him.

Well today has been very boring. Get up, go to work, find my best mate has been kidnapped, come home, find my hot, sexy, homosexual ex-lover who I haven't seen for five years holding my friend captive in the basement, find out he still loves me, agree to be his boyfriend again, chat for a bit, then get a marriage proposal and agree.

Yes I think I need some fun in my life, today was so predictable.

I'm lying on the sofa playing with his hair. It's too perfect. Everything about him is too perfect. Maybe it's just destiny, he is the gorgeous perfect one and I'm the geeky nerdy one. Oh well, at least one of us looks good.

I can't stay awake much longer; the adrenaline rush is fading now, but with tomorrow brings many new and exciting possibilities. Or maybe I'll just stay at home and be a lazy slob. Yes the second one is much more appealing.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz

Oh crap, was that a dream? There's no Draco next to me.

Ok just calm down I'm sure there's a… Don't tell me that bullshit! He's gone, I imagined it. Why is my life always so damned…

'Anger is definitely not your thing babe.' I freeze rooted to the spot, a cushion held high above my head ready to fall.

'That's more like it: Fear and shock. Much more attractive. So what's got you worked up?'

I glare at him, he doesn't now what just ran through my mind. Him just leaning there with a glass in his hand, looking so naturally perfect and cool. He has no idea.

'That's my vodka!'

' Oh look; hostility isn't your thing either. Lets try again Harry, what's got you worked up? It can't be the fact I'm drinking your booze, I had to wipe off about three years of dust just to read the labels.'

'It doesn't matter, just forget it.'

'Maybe we should talk about what works for you. Anger, hostility and apathy are not part of it.'

'Save your sarcastic bullshit for someone who needs it.'

' Ooh, I think someone woke up on the wrong side of the sofa this morning, or afternoon should I say. What's your problem Harry?'

' You are'

'Ahh! I see! You weren't being angry, hostile or indifferent, you were jealous! Many have walked that path Harry; none have succeeded in being better than me. It's impossible! I'm perfection!'

'I know you are' I can't be bothered to fight anymore. I slump back against the pillows exhausted. I don't know why, I haven't been up for ten minutes yet.

'Are you sad darling? Would you like a pick me up? Or rather a fuck you up.'

He smirks at me, he's too irresistible. I nod and he drains his glass (my glass) before moving towards me…

' I could get used to this'

We're on the floor, sweaty, ruffled and breathless.

'To what?' I ask him, adjusting my neck so I can see his face better.

'To enjoying a nice vodka and then fucking you every afternoon' he gets up and looks at me, a smile playing across his lips.

'Keep dreaming loverboy, I have a job to go to.' I sigh and move over to him.

I wish I didn't have to go to work ever again. I never thought I would say that but that's the influence Draco has over me.

I wish there was no world out there. Nobody else but us. And we could spend the rest of our lives in peace.

But I know that can never happen. Or can it?

I smile to myself at how ridiculous I am.

' What?' he asks smiling at me too.

' I was just…no never mind.'

'Tell me? I could always find out, you are a pretty shit occlumens. Come on!'

'Fine. I was just thinking about if we could go live somewhere else, where nobody knows us and we could be peaceful. But it's a stupid idea so forget it.' I fold my arms and rub my eyes wearily. When I open them he's smiling wider than I've ever seen him smile before.

'That's a perfect idea!'

'Come again?' what the fuck has he been sniffing? How much did he drink of that vodka?

'It's perfect! We can try it right now, come on close your eyes.' he starts before I even have a chance to protest.

' Count to three'

I do it, feeling uncomfortably like a two year old.

'And open your eyes!' he sounds happy; I open an eyes cautiously and scream at what I see.

'What?' he winks at me. But it isn't the wink in know. It's not the MAN I know. It's someone, or something, else. I scuttle round the back of the seatee.

'Come out Harry! We're not playing hide and seek now.' he walks over to me, his black, yes black! Hair is hanging down the side of his face. He sweeps it back to reveal deep brown chocolate covered eyes, lightly tanned skin, and amazing peach-tinged lips. I also notice we are clothed once more, I can tell its designer, nothing else could be expected from Draco.

'Am I that good?' it's still Draco's voice, but how can I trust it?

'You don't look so bad yourself, of course you're not as good as me, I had to make myself sexier, but you're still pretty good!'

I'm horrified. He's changed me too? What the hell do I look like?

I sprint to the mirror in the hall to find a different reflection to the one I'm used to.

Piercing sapphire blue eyes, short, spiky blonde hair with black highlights, and I think I've grown a little aswell.

'Well I suppose it's not that bad. But I still don't…'

He comes up to me; he's still a smidgeon taller than me, and smiles at me.

' You should, this is what you wanted right?'

'Well, it's, different I meant we would keep our own bodies.'

'This way is easier; no one would ever be able to guess it was you. They'd never find you again. It would be like being a whole new person. What do you say Harry? Don't you want to be left alone? Don't you want to be free to have a normal life? Don't you want to be with me?'

'Of course I want all of those things! It's just not what I had in my mind!' I bury my face in my hands and he puts his arms around me.

' Just a simple thing Harry, do you want this or not?'

I look up into his new eyes. I think about the hounding and the secrets I've had over the past few years. I think about how my life has been so far. I think about how my life was before I defeated Voldemort. The ridicule and the slander I had to endure. The losses I had to cope with. And I think about him.

How he's willing to do this for me, willing to give up his own life so I can start fresh.

I suppose it's a small price to pay for something I have wanted since I found out I was famous.

'Yes. Fuck yes I will try this, but if I don't like it, can we come back to being ourselves?'

'Of course we can, just try it ok? I love you Harry, if it doesn't make you happy we'll go back to normal.' He hugs me and then closes his hand around my arm and apparates to a small field in front of a large mansion.

' The Richmond estate in the north of England.' He smiles at me gesturing to the large expanse of land around us.

'One of my fathers' he explains 'every anti-muggle charm there is, unplottable of course, and most of all it's mine.' He looks down at me, his eyes narrowed in thought.

' We need new names you know. Lets see, you can be …Sirius Evans?'

I smile back in approval and he begins to concentrate again.

'And I can be…Danny white.'

I look at him incredulously.

'Danny, I have to keep up with the times, and white the opposite of black. Ok?'

I nod and turn my attention back to the vast mansion before us.

He holds out his arm, which I take excitedly.

'So ready to start a new life Mr. Evans?'

I shake my head thinking about what I'm getting myself into.

'Danny, I've been waiting for the last twenty-one years.'

And I drag him off to the new manor I can call home.

a/n: so was it an ok ending or was it complete and utter rubbish?please review and tell me.

and now i must leave you here. i'm starting another story now and i should be posting it on here shortly it will involve a bit of harry/draco somewhere along the lines. ok i've nothing left to say so byebye!