disclaimer: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her.

warnings: cursing, smoking.

A/N: This is it. The end. Oh dear. I thought I was never going to get this finished. But I did. It's kind of short, but I think everything that needs to be said is being said.

"Do I know you?"

Draco gazed down in embarrassment. He deserved that, as he deserved the cold cocking of an eyebrow from Angel, who apparently had cut his hair to make it point the ceiling. Draco hadn't actually talked with him, or seen him since the funeral day and that was two weeks ago. "I'm sorry."

Angel crossed his arms on his chest and leaned on the doorframe. "I'm listening."

"I'm sorry that I haven't called you in god knows how long." Draco continued. "I've been doing a lot of thinking, and I needed to do it alone, but-" He rushed when Angel was about to snap at him. "But I know that I should've called you and let you know what's going on and I'm terribly sorry that I didn't. It was never my intention to hurt you or make you worry."

"So you think you hurt me?"

"You look like I did."

Angel didn't answer. They stood in silence for a while; Angel's neighbor, a very nice old man came out of his apartment, greeted them both and got out of the building before Angel spoke again. "So you came to tell me that it's over?" He swallowed. "Is that why you're here?"

Draco shifted his weight from one leg to another. "Kind of."

"Kind of?"

"I mean… Yeah. I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do this with you right now." He whispered. "Don't get me wrong, you're an amazing guy and anyone would kill to have you­-"

"But you wouldn't." Angel finished the sentence for him, sounding a little bitter. Or maybe Draco imagined it. He wasn't sure. "Are you gonna get back together with your ex?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe you should. You obviously care for him."

"It's complicated."

"Only if you make it so." Angel paused. "Goodbye, Draco." Then, he closed the door and left Draco stand alone in the corridor. He left the building, and walked three blocks to the police station.

-

"Seriously, Harry, you have got to stop moving!" Cat groaned as he placed the box he had carried up to the sixth floor of a building that had no elevator.

"Hey, it's not my fault that Tom kicked me out." Harry said, opening the box Cat had brought. CDs. Huh.

"Actually Harry, it is your fault." Rory told as he placed another box next to the one Harry was now going through with an excited expression on his face. Harry loved his CDs. "This was the last one." He said then as Harry choose to ignore his first comment.

"Thank god." Cat muttered, allowing himself to sit on one of the barstools he had brought up earlier. "Next time, move into a building with an elevator, okay?"

"I promise." Harry mumbled, sill going through his records. Then his head shot up and he looked around. "Where's Draco?" Indeed, Draco had been there carrying the boxes with them. Mainly because Rory had insisted him to come. Harry had been too shy to even call the blonde after the funeral. But now he was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh, he's still out, smoking I think." Rory informed, taking a seat himself.

"Smoking?" Harry repeated. Since when does Draco smoke?

Slowly Harry walked down the numerous stairs and finally found Draco leaning against the van they had used moving the stuff, and yes, smoking.

"I didn't know you smoke."

"I have for a while now. I started when I was in the UK."

"When were you there?"

"A couple of months ago."

"For how long?"

"About a year." Draco dropped the cigarette on the ground and loosely stepped on it.

"What were you doing there?"

The blonde took another cigarette out of pocket and lit it. Harry reached his hand, silently asking for one. "I thought you quit." He said, still giving one to Harry.

"I did." Harry smiled, lighting the cigarette. "And then I started again." He paused. "So, what were you doing in the UK?"

"Trying not to kill myself."

A small smile spread on Harry's lips and soon Draco caught it too. "A successful trip?"

"I'm not dead, am I?" They fell silent and smoked their cigarettes. Then Draco suddenly took Harry hand, pulled him close and crashed their lips together. "I'm going to go back."

"To try not to kill yourself?" Harry asked, breathless.

"No, to London. America doesn't suit me." Draco whispered, kissing the raven haired man again.

"I think America suits you just fine."

"No… London suits me a lot better. It's something I know. I can't stay here."

"When are you leaving?"

"Monday." The blonde told huskily and attacked Harry's neck with his lips. When Harry heard himself moan, he snapped back into the reality.

"Wait!" He cried, pushing Draco away. "We can't, I, you, we, I can't! I don't understand." He said then, more calm. "What are you doing?" Draco sighed, leaned against the car again and lit another cigarette. "Draco?"

The blonde sucked his cigarette and blew the smoke out. "Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Why are you acting weird?"

"Am I?"

"Yes!" Harry cried, maybe a little louder than he should've. "You've never acted like this!"

"Like how? Confident? Self-assured? Like a human being instead of some lost puppy? Yeah, I guess I am acting weird then. Sorry if you don't like it."

"Why?"

"Why?" Draco repeated. "Because I finally got dad out of my head." He told with almost a maniac like grin. He laughed at Harry's shocked expression. He knew what he was thinking. "I didn't fucking kill him."

"I didn't-"

"Yes, you did." He interrupted. "You thought I killed him. Well, I can assure you that I didn't. He's the one who belongs to jail, not me."

An understanding smile flickered on Harry's lips as Draco grinned at him happily. "You reported him to the police."

"Yes!" Draco pointed his arms high in the air. "I did! Of course the son of a bitch denied everything, but dear ol' mum confirmed everything I told them." He paused to breathe. "Now the motherfucker is locked up, and I," He approached Harry, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. "I'm free. Free to do whatever I want with whoever I want."

"What do you want?" Harry whispered, slightly afraid of the answer.

"I…" Draco breathed and pressed his lips against Harry's ear. "I want to go to London with you." Softly he kissed him on the lips. "I want to have a happy ending."

"Only Hollywood movies have happy endings."

"Do you love me?"

Harry flinched. He was taken aback by this. He hadn't expected this question at all. "Yeah…" He finally whispered. "Yeah, I do."

"Then give me a happy ending."

"But… London?"

"Yes, London. Why not London?"

"I've never been to London."

"The Queen lives there." Draco lured, as if it had anything to do with Harry's desire to go to London.

"Queen of France?"

"Queen of England. France doesn't have a queen."

"It doesn't?"

Draco shook his head like a four-year-old boy assuring his mother that he hadn't eaten the last cookies. "Not since Marie Antoinette. And that was a long time ago."

"How do you know so much about the French? You're British, for fuck's sake."

The blonde grinned. "Know your enemy." Then he turned serious again. "Well? Are you going to give me a happy ending?"

Harry frowned. He wanted to give that mood swinging, suicidal, abused little kid the happiest ending of them all, but could he do it? He had fucked up the first time, what if he did it again? But then again, Draco had probably already considered this. "Yes. Yes, I am."

Draco let out the breath he had been holding. "So you'll go to London with me?"

"Yes."

"And live with me there?"

"Yes."

"Until the end comes?"

"Until the happy end comes." Harry corrected and they kissed softly and wrapped their arms around the other tighter than ever.

Everybody knows that Draco is Harry's mood swinging, suicidal, abused little kid, who deserves the happiest ending of them all. Including them.

-THE END-

A/N: Draco was weird... Anyway, thank you everyone who have reviewed and read and read and reviewed, I love people who read and review and vice versa. So thank you. And, I still want to know what you think so press that 'Go'-button. Please? For me? For Harry and Draco?

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