A/N: I know you'll all be excited to read this chapter! and congrats to Rita Malfoy who won my review comp! u legend! so yes, not much to say right here, except enjoy, and we're doing a double post. This chapter and the last chapter! so even doubly better!

Blaze

-CHAPTER TWENTY-

Insert Witty Chapter Name Here

For a moment, there was silence as Harry stood in the doorway to Dumbledore's office, covered in mud, slime and blood.

"Hello, Harry," said Dumbledore, smiling cheerily at him. "Have you seen my phoenix fairy?"

Dumbledore suddenly shook his head. He went back to twiddling his thumbs and staring vacantly out the window.

Harry frowned, and coughed loudly. Dumbledore spun round, his eyes widening at the sight of Harry.

"HARRY, YOU'RE ALIVE! OH THANK GOD! My word, when Master Malfoy told me, I feared for your life, but-" he smiled fondly at Harry, "But it seems nothing can stop our little hero."

Harry blushed. "Draco, sir, is Draco alright?"

"Oh yes, he's managed to stay quite calm throughout the situation, I believe it comes with being a Malfoy. There were a few tears, but he's alright now. He hasn't left this office all the while, waiting for your return."

Harry was so overcome with emotion. Draco cared for him that much? "Where is he now, sir? Can I see him?" Harry looked around the room anxiously.

"Of course, lad. He's just gone to run a little errand for me- we need our gamekeeper back. He'll be back in a minute. But please Harry, take a seat and tell me everything."

So Harry, his voice hoarse, recounted everything that had happened within the past few hours, to Dumbledore. All the while his headmaster smiling gently at him.

"What you need, Harry, is some food and sleep. I'll send Draco along to see you as soon as he returns."

"Thankyou, sir," said Harry. He got up and crossed to the door. He had just reached for the handle, when the door burst open so violently that it bounced back off the wall.

Lucius Malfoy stood there, fury in his face, and hovering at his side was Dobby.

Mr Malfoy almost knocked Harry over as he swept into the room.

"So!" said Lucius, his cold eyes fixed on Dumbledore. "You're back! The governors suspended you, but you saw fit to return to Hogwarts."

"Well, you see, Lucius," said Dumbledore, smiling serenely, "the other eleven governors contacted me today. It was something like being caught in hailstorm of owls, to tell the truth. They'd heard that Arthur Weasley's daughter had been killed and wanted me back here at once. They seemed to think I was the best man for the job after all. Very strange rumours they told me, too. Several of them were under the impression that you threatened to rape their families if they didn't agree to suspend me in the first place."

Mr Malfoy went even paler than usual, but his eyes were still slits of fury.

"So- have you stopped the attacks yet?" he sneered. "Have you caught the culprit?"

"We have," said Dumbledore, with a smile.

"Well?" said Mr Malfoy sharply. "Who is it?"

"The same person as last time, Lucius, only this time a little more sex crazed," said Dumbledore, "Voldie."

"I believe he only accepts that name in bed, Dumbledore. How did you come by calling him such a name?" asked Lucius curiously.

"Oh, Voldie and I go back a long way…" Dumbledore smiled to himself.

"I see…" said Mr Malfoy, shuddering at the images coming to mind.

"Voldie was quite a looker in his time…"

"Stop calling him that!" spat Mr Malfoy. "You're wrong! He would never- not with you!"

"Oh, wouldn't he? You'd be surprised…" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he watched Lucius's face grow paler at the thought of his hero, his idol, in bed with this, this, irritable, do-gooder of a man who sat before him.

"Prove it," he hissed.

"Oh, no one will be able to do that. Unless of course someone manages to uncover our stash of photos we took. Though I believe they're long gone…" said Dumbledore, smiling at Harry.

Lucius Malfoy stood for a moment, and Harry distinctly saw his hand twitch as though he was longing to reach for his wand. Instead he turned to his house-elf.

"We're going Dobby!"

He wrenched open the door and as the elf came hurrying up to him, he kicked him through the exit.

Harry followed him out and almost walked into the back of him. Lucius had stopped in the middle of the hall.

"Draco?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He stepped out from behind Mr Malfoy. There stood Draco, his hair was messy, his face pale and tear-streaked.

"F-Father," he said in a quavering voice. "W- what are you doing here?"

Lucius ignored the question. "Have you been crying?"

Harry watched as Draco opened his mouth but nothing came out. C'mon Draco, he thought, you can do this.

"I-I ah…you see, Father," his eyes flicked towards and Harry and then back to his dad. He cleared his throat. "You see, I thought Potter here was dead and I was overwhelmed with emotion. But," he glared in Harry's direction, "It seems I was wrong."

Lucius seemed satisfied, he smile at his son. "Yes, it's most unfortunate. Well, I have to go."

Harry watched as Lucius walked off. He was outraged that anyone could be so rude. He hadn't even said goodbye to his own son. Draco sunk to the floor his head in his hands. Harry hated to leave him at a time like this but there was something he had to do. He quickly squatted down in front of Malfoy.

"Draco," he said softly.

"Go away Harry, I don't want you to see me this way."

Harry put his hand under Draco's chin and lifted his head. Malfoy wouldn't meet his eye.

"Oh, Draco," said Harry, he came closer and gently kissed his soft flushed lips. Malfoy didn't look up. Harry shook his head- he would deal with this later. He jumped to his feet and ran down the corridor and around the corner after Mr Malfoy, the diary in hand.

He caught up with him and Dobby at the top of the stairs.

Mr Malfoy," he gasped, skidding to a halt, "I've got something for you."

He forced the diary into Lucius Malfoy's hand.

"What the-?"

Mr Malfoy glanced at the diary and threw it aside. He turned to go.

"Come Dobby, I said, come!"

But Dobby didn't move. He stood staring at the open diary in his hands; in between the pages was an old tattered, leopard skin G-string.

"Master has given Dobby a G-string," said the elf in wonderment.

"What's that?" spat Mr Malfoy. "What did you say?"

"Dobby has a G-string," said Dobby in disbelief. "Master threw it and Dobby caught it, and now Dobby- Dobby is free!"

Lucius stood frozen, staring at the elf; he turned and looked murderously at Harry.

"You! You did this! You lost me my pleasuring-elf!" He lunged at Harry.

But Dobby shouted, "You shall not harm Harry Potter."

There was a loud bang and Mr Malfoy was thrown backwards down the stairs, three at a time, landing in a crumpled heap on the landing below. He got up, his face livid, and pointed at Harry.

"You'll meet the same sticky end as your parents one day Potter, mark my words. They were meddlesome fools too."

"You know," said Harry calmly back. "I hope Draco turns out nothing like you, you fucking bastard."

Lucius whipped out his wand, but Dobby raised a long threatening finger.

"You shall go now," he said fiercely, pointing down at Mr Malfoy. "You shall not touch Harry Potter. You shall go now."

Lucius Malfoy had no choice. With one last incensed stare at the pair of them, he swung his cloak around him and hurried out of sight.

"What can I ever do to repay you?" said Dobby gazing up at Harry.

"I want you to find yourself a lady friend, because I want to see you happy Dobby."

"Oh thank you Harry Potter, sir, Dobby will, sir. Dobby is forever grateful." He snapped his fingers and disappeared.

Harry rushed back up the corridor. Draco was still sitting against the wall.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," he said looking at him sadly. "What I said back there was horrible. God, I'm so weak. I'll never be able to stand up to him and tell him how I really feel. I understand if you hate me and want to break up. I've been such a dickhead to you all year with all this lying and shit. You deserve better." He rested his head on his knees, which were tucked up against his body.

"What are you kidding?" laughed Harry. He sunk down alongside Draco putting his arm around him and pulling him close. "I would never leave you Draco not even if your father found out about us and threatened to kill me. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." Riveting

Malfoy laid his head against Harry's chest and closed his eyes. They sat in silence; Harry felt he could sit here all day.

"Why were you crying?" he asked gently.

Draco didn't open his eyes, "When I saw you go into the Chamber, I- I thought I'd never see you again. I was certain you'd die down there. But looks like you really are the Boy Who Lived."

He sat up and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back and began to caress Draco's hair. He stared into Draco's eyes and Draco stared back, their faces millimetres apart…

Dumbledore came out of the office and looked down at the two boys sitting on the floor kissing. He smiled to himself and decided to leave them at it.