Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter series, or anything like that, so don't sue me! I'm poor and I'll cry profusely…

Warning: This fic does contain slash (Harry/Draco), though not extreme. If that doesn't appeal to you, this probably isn't the fic you should be reading right now… I know, I've said this all before, but anyway!

A/N: Wow…this is it! The end of an era! This is the last bit of my little wander into the land of Harry Potter fanfics, and it's been fun! I hope you've enjoyed reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it (i.e. a lot), and will equally enjoy this mini little epilogue! Please, please read and review, especially if you have any criticisms. I mean, a kind review is great- I really appreciate them all- but a bit of constructive criticism never hurt anyone…much! I beg you though… no flames! Pleeeeease! So anyway, I'll shut up now. On to the fic…

Epilogue

It was mid-afternoon, and the room was filled with the warm haze of sunlight. It was the sort of day when everything seems slow and leisurely, where you can't bring yourself to really do anything much, and two people were currently taking advantage of the mood as fully as possible.

Harry was sitting on the large, red sofa (one of the comfortable, squashy variety), hands running idly through Draco's hair. The pale-skinned boy was reclined onto Harry's lap, eyes closed in an expression of relaxed ecstasy, as a faint smile played across his lips. The two already seemed like an old couple, as comfortable in each others' presence as they could be.

"Hey, Harry," Draco mumbled, suddenly, without opening his eyes. "I'm kind of nervous. D'you think they'll still hate me?"

Harry looked thoughtful for a moment, before replying, "No, I don't think so. Well, Ron won't be easy to win over, and I doubt the twins will be happy, but Ginny has a good head on her shoulders, and Hermione's always been fairly objective. I couldn't really say how Mr. and Mrs. Weasley will take the news."

Half opening his eyes at last, Draco grinned up at Harry.

"What, the news that I'm here, the news that I'm probably not an evil little prick, or the news that we're dating?"

The two laughed, and Harry murmured, "Any of them. But I don't care how they react. They'll just have to like you or lump you, won't they, because there's no way in hell I'm letting you go."

Draco turned, raising his head up to a level with Harry's. He kneeled on the crouch and, leaning forward, whispered, "My, how very romantic of you."

Harry smiled indulgently, leaning forwards to catch Draco's lips with his own. It was such a casual and natural gesture of affection, but it still hadn't lost any of the novelty and unexpectedness of their first kiss. So, as Harry's hands rose to Draco's hair, and Draco rested his arms around the other's shoulders, they were totally lost in the moment, perfectly ignorant of the world around them.

Unfortunately, this meant that neither of them noticed the flames in the grate turning emerald green, and a certain redheaded figure stepping into the room, only to see the two of them in a position that definitely implied that any interruptions would be extremely unwelcome.

"Harry! How've you-" Ron froze mid-step, seemingly just noticing the pair before him, who quickly broke apart. They turned to face him, limbs still entangled but faces now separate, with twin expressions of absolute innocence on their faces.

Ron apparently regained the power of speech, and, stumbling backwards, all but screamed, "H-Harry! It's Draco Malfoy! He's imperiused you, he must have!" He rushed forwards, reaching for his wand, and shouted, "GET OFF MY FRIEND YOU FILTHY DEATH EATER SCUM!"

Finally recovering himself, Harry pushed Draco upright, steeped in front of him, and said, "Ron, I'm not imperiused, and he's not a Death Eater. Sorry it's a bit sudden and all, but would you mind putting your wand away?"

Ron still stood there, wand raised but not doing anything, eyes darting around the room. He drew in a shuddering breath, and muttered, "Harry. You were- kissing Draco Malfoy. On the lips. On a sofa."

Harry entwined his fingers with Draco's, and the two stood very close to each other, facing Ron.

"I know," said Harry in a soothing voice. "But it's okay. Honestly it is."

Seemingly unable to help himself, Draco muttered, "Besides, it wasn't exactly the first time."

Seemingly unable to take this interjection, Ron raised his arm as though to throw a hex at Draco. Without thinking, Harry stepped in front of him once more, reaching for his wand, before-

"Expelliarmus!" Harry's and Ron's wands flew through the air, to land in the outstretched hand of Mrs. Weasley.

"What are you boys doing? And- goodness me- why is Mr. Malfoy here?"

Her eyes, along with the eyes of all the others who had arrived while the pair almost duelled, had already strayed to the joined hands of Harry and Draco. A small smile was playing around Hermione's mouth, and Harry could have sworn she whispered, "I knew it!" under her breath. Everyone else, though, was looking shocked and questioning.

"Um- well, this is- the thing is…" Harry didn't quite know how to explain this to all the enquiring faces before him. Ron was at least looking a little less murderous with Hermione beside him. "What I'm trying to say is-"

"Oh for goodness' sake," sighed Draco. He turned his face to Harry's and pressed a long kiss to his lips. Harry was both unsettled and amused by the mischievous glimmer in his silvery eyes, and accepted the sudden kiss with the thought; I suppose I wasn't explaining it very well, was I?

They broke apart, smiling only slightly sadistically, and turned to see the reactions of the people before them.

"Live with it," grinned Draco, his hand still tightly clasped in Harry's.

Fin

A/N: There we go: the end! I hope you liked it, but sorry if it was a bit substandard- I wrote this chapter in under an hour before rushing off for a holiday. Please review, and keep an eye out for my upcoming stories. Support the cause! Read slash! Bai bai!