A/N: As much as I would love to, and as long as I could go on (just ask my friends) about book 7, I don't want to spoil anything for anyone who hasn't read it. All I will say is that I bawled in the last bit. Not the epilogue but when he's walking down... God. Best book ever.

And yes, I let out a somewhat fangirlish squeal when Draco got on the broom with Harry, I admit it.

Okay right, this story. This is my longest chapter ever –floats on cloud of happiness – I think you'll like it, I hope it lives up to your standards... I'm nervous, I confess.

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Harry became vaguely aware of his body. That is to say, he knew his head hurt and his right side felt heavier than his left. The fog continued to clear and soon he was aware of deep breathing that he was pretty sure wasn't his own.

He couldn't remember how he had lost consciousness. He could remember Draco's Mum being in trouble. Then they had gone to Dumbledore to check up. Oh, right. Harry could almost here the light bulb lighting up in his head. Although, he reflected, he was glad it was only a theoretical light bulb as he wasn't sure his headache would appreciate the gesture.

So he had fought Voldemort. He had tried to kill him, but had it worked? Hadn't something been left to knock Harry out?

He struggled to move, or even open his eyes. He didn't manage to actually move anything, but he slit his eyes open. He couldn't see anything but bright light so he assumed it was daytime. He could feel soft sheets underneath him and he was feeling comfortably warm. Adding these thoughts together with the insensitively bright lights, he concluded that he must be in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.

Now, why couldn't he move?

His eyes slowly adjusted to the white ceilings and open windows and fell upon a figure lying half on the bed, half sitting in a chair. Draco's entire front half was over Harry, probably despite Madame Pomfrey's insistence that he not.

Realizing this was in all likelihood why he couldn't move, Harry tried to shift out from under him but the movement was too much for his head and he groaned.

At his groan, Draco shot up, seemingly half asleep and grabbed his wand. He pointed it at the object of his disruption, Harry.

He stared back wide eyed at Draco, not sure what had just happened but then relaxed when Draco obviously realized his mistake and threw his wand down. He saw limply back in his chair, staring at Harry.

"You woke up."

"Seems so, yeah. How long was I out?"

"A couple days. Madame Pomfrey couldn't find anything wrong so they were starting to worry." As he said they, he nodded in the direction opposite himself.

Harry gently turned his head, making sure not to make any preventable movement. Hermione and Ron were asleep in the same bed, clutching at each other. Warmth spread through Harry as he thought how lucky he was to have friends who would stay in the hospital wing with him, even when he was unconscious. A thought then came to him.

"If it's the middle of the day, why were you all asleep?"

"Well they've been here since you've been here. They didn't want to leave your side."

Harry noticed Draco had intentionally cut himself out of the 'they' he was referring to.

"I see, and why were you asleep, then?"

Draco shifted uncomfortably. Harry smiled.

"Fine, whatever. I was worried too. Happy?" Draco had caught on that Harry was teasing him and decided to end the game before any further embarrassment could come of it.

"Quite. Now, where's Pomfrey with her usual potions? My head is killing me."

"Oh bloody Merlin, that's right. She'll have my head. Quick, pretend you just woke up." Draco said, flustered.

"There will be no need for that Mister Malfoy. Though I would have expected more of you. I told you to get me as soon as he woke." They turned – Draco slowly – to see the much feared medi-witch enter the room.

"Well you see, I was just coming to – "

"Honestly Mister Malfoy, I was right here, I heard what you said. Pretend he just woke up. Honestly." She shook her head as Draco was properly told off. Harry laughed softly, still favouring his head.

Apparently the extra voice had caused Hermione and Ron to stir. They woke up confused but quickly gathered their bearings as they saw where they were. They rushed over.

"Harry! You're awake! Oh Merlin. Ron, he's awake!" Hermione said all this in one breath. Ron shook his head and rolled his eyes at her.

"Honestly Hermione, I can see that for myself, can't I?" He turned then to Harry. "How're you fairing mate? Heard you took a pretty nasty blow there."

Harry, who was in the middle of drinking a particularly vulgar potion, shivered and shook his head, trying to rid himself of the taste, before replying, "I'm doing pretty good considering. Just a slight twinge to the head which these should take care of, right?" He asked this last to Madame Pomfrey who was busy finding more potions for him to drink.

"Yes, yes, these should fix you right up. That's not to say you can leave though, you're still not healthy. I've studied you and I believe your only ailment is the fall you took when..." She trailed off.

"Wait, what happened to Voldemort?" Harry asked, not believing he had forgotten to ask until now. "Didn't something fly out of him? Is he dead?"

Hermione smiled. "Yes he's dead. We've spoken with Professor Dumbledore and he thinks the thing that flew out was his soul. Not that that matters, of course, but it's been trying to escape his body for so long, and it's so damaged that when it saw an opportunity, it took it."

"Erm... doesn't that sound bad? Does that mean his soul's still somewhere out there?" Harry asked, discomfited by the explanation and not understanding why Hermione was still smiling.

"Not at all. That just means Voldemort won't have the pleasure of attending an afterlife. That's his soul's luxury now and the Voldemort we knew is gone forever. In this dimension or the next."

"Oh." Was really all Harry could string together in answer. Most of his life had been spent trying to, plotting to kill Voldemort and now after one bad day, it was over.

"So are there any celebrations or anything that you guys have missed to sit here with me? I mean no offence, but I'd rather be celebrating than sitting with my unconscious friend." Harry said feeling rather guilty for keeping them from having fun.

They all scoffed and exchanged looks, even Draco. "Harry, you're much more important to us than getting drunk and dancing." Hermione said. "We wanted to make sure you were okay. And besides, we haven't even been here that long. You recovered surprisingly quickly for someone who's had Voldemort's soul shoot through them. We've sat with you for much longer."

"There are all these newspaper articles, about half of them written by Skeeter of course, making the whole thing seem very heroic." Said Ron, but then quickly adding, "I mean, I'm sure you were quite brave but really, you should hear the stories. They have you beating down mountain trolls and Death Eaters at every turn. Oh yeah. The Death Eaters all passed out when Voldemort died so they're quite easy to round up. Course Dumbledore's having a fit because Snape still hasn't gotten up. Not that anyone else minds..." Ron trailed off as he realized he was rambling. "Sorry, just that a lot's happened."

Harry laughed, head feeling much better and spirits rather higher. "Don't worry about it Ron, I'm glad to hear everything's going well."

Madame Pomfrey came back over to where the four of them were talking enthusiastically. "Now that you've had time to catch up, Mister Potter needs his rest. He's just killed the most powerful dark wizard of our age and I think he deserves a little quiet time."

Hermione and Ron's faces dropped but they nodded their understanding.

They were shooed out by Pomfrey who then left herself, but Draco was allowed to stay. Why? Harry couldn't have said but he was glad for the company. He had noticed Draco being quiet as his other friends raved on about what had happened and was a little worried about him.

"Are you okay? You're not saying much."

Draco poked his side to get him to shift over and laid down right next to him.

"I'm fine. I'm just in a bit of a shock." He replied, fingers playing with a bit of Harry's messy black hair.

"And why's that?" He asked, not taking him entirely seriously. Draco was never completely serious when it came to his feelings.

"Why? Because, Harry, I didn't know if you would wake up." Draco said this in a nearly defiant tone, as if daring him to laugh at what he perceived to be weakness. He half glared at him out the corner of his eye, which Harry noticed, seemed a little more watery than it had a second ago.

Harry's face took on a gentler expression. Draco had been honest to Merlin worried.

"But I did wake up. You know I could never really die. Then the title 'Boy-who-Lived' wouldn't work. What would the headlines read? It could just never happen." He pulled Draco into the least awkward hug he could, with them both lying down on a small bed. It ended up being more of a cuddle than anything, as it lasted longer than either expected. Draco had his head buried in the crook of Harry's neck and their arms were around each other.

After a life threatening event like that, just being close was enough.

Or at least, it had been enough for Harry. The Gryffindor started the chuckle as Draco kissed the skin presented to him. It happened to be where he had first fed and was therefore, most sensitive.

"Draco, for Merlin's sake, control yourself. We're in the Hospital Wing."

"Alone."

"Pomprey could be back any second."

"What if I told you I didn't care?"

"Then I would tell you to develop a sense of shame like the rest of us have. You can't just get off in the middle of the Hospital Wing. There must be rules against that."

"Who would think to make a rule like that?"

"... Someone."

"Indeed."

He went back to his previous task of licking and kissing his neck, finding much less resistance from Harry who had seemed to accept his fate.

Draco shifted so that he was more on top of Harry then before and lay down, feeling his body against his mates, enjoying the pressure created by different muscles and his breathing. He started moving the entire length of his body up and down Harry's, wondering if Harry was feeling the sensations as deeply as he was.

Judging from his groans, Draco could safely deduce that yes, he was feeling them.

Before anything could progress however, the door to the Wing opened. They quickly stilled and Draco slid off his body, keeping face down so whoever was there wouldn't be able to see what happened to certain parts of his body when he touched Harry as he just had.

Turned out Ron was the one who had opened the door, closely followed by Madame Pomfrey who was arguing his right to barge in like that. Draco didn't think he would ever be so happy to see the witch as when he delayed Ron's entry by a couple seconds. The couple seconds needed to properly right himself and Harry.

"Look, I just have to tell him something! This won't take any time whatsoever. Just let me see him!"

"Given that you're already inside, I will permit you to speak with him for thirty seconds. No more. Don't expect this to become habit though, young man!"

Ron walked over to them, an exasperated look on his face. He didn't seem to notice Harry's flaming face, or the fact that Draco's view of him was distorted because he was lying on his stomach.

"That woman..." He shook his head, then seemed to remember why he had come in the first place. "Right so Mum's heard you're awake and decided to throw you a party. She wants you both there by tomorrow at five, just in time for supper. Everyone else will come round by seven for the actual party. Oh yeah..." Here he looked reluctant. "She also sends her regards, best wishes, love and a whole load of other things. In short, I think she's glad you're alright." Ron smiled, self-conscious of his mother's behaviour.

"Right, thanks Ron. See you tomorrow." Harry's tone was uncomfortable and tight. He was obviously still very conscious of his state and Draco's, next to him.

"Bye! Hope you're allowed out of bed soon..." He looked sympathetically at Harry before leaving at a quick walk and looking behind him. Madame Pomfrey had come out of her office to make sure he had left.

"Potter, you don't have to stay here much longer. Another hour or two and I'll check your stats. If they're still normal, you'll be allowed back to your rooms. Now, I have business with the Headmaster for a moment but I will be right back. Don't ... do anything." She finished, looking at them suspiciously, as if she couldn't begin to imagine what they could get up to if left alone.

The moment she was out of the room, Harry brought his hands up to his face and snorted his laughter.

Draco looked over, wondering what he was laughing about. He would have thought Harry would be angry after what had happened.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Are you kidding? That was terrible. Ron came in while I was hard. Ugh." He shuddered at the thought. "Mind you, that quickly stopped being true. Then Pomfrey. I don't think I've ever lost a hard-on so fast." He continued laughing.

"True. That did ruin the mood, didn't it?"

Harry cocked an eyebrow. "You think?"

Draco sighed. "Anyway, she said you could leave soon. Hopefully this will be the first and last time I have to sleep in here when I'm not hurt, myself. It's terribly boring when you're not in any kind of pain.

"Aw, you poor little man."

"I know. You don't even understand the hardships I suffer through for you." Draco said, giving a fake sniff.

An hour and a half later, Madame Pomfrey came back to check on Harry. As any one of them could have guessed, he was more than healthy and even a little too well rested. In short, he was bouncing with energy.

"Bye Madame Pomfrey! No offence, but I hope it's a good long time because we see each other again!" Harry called out.

"A sentiment that is returned full force, Mister Potter. Now go – have fun and celebrate. I know I will."

As it turned out, school had been cancelled for a week to allow for family get-togethers and festivities.

Knowing the school was next to empty, Draco and Harry made their way quickly to the kitchen to eat. Neither of them had had actual food in awhile, though Pomfrey had been keeping them healthy with nutrition potions.

Draco watched Harry wolfing down a steak and washing it down with mashed potatoes and wondered at his love for the boy. It obviously wasn't for his impeccable table manners. Though, Draco considered, he probably preferred it this way. His man had a flaw.

At last they were done, having eaten all they could without feeling sick or bloated, and went back up to Harry's room.

"What do you think I should wear to Ron's tomorrow?" Harry asked looking down at his hospital pyjamas he hadn't yet changed out of.

"Oh, about that. Did Ron imply that I was invited? I wasn't exactly paying attention by that point."

Harry laughed. "No I expect you weren't. Yes you're invited and I'm making you come so don't bother with any excuses. Now, what should I wear?"

"I don't know, where are all your clothes?"

Harry pointed him at the closet and began undressing. When Draco turned back around holding up a black dress shirt, his mouth dropped open. Of course, only as far as a Malfoy mouth could drop, so by anyone else's standards, not by much. But Harry still caught it.

He was wearing a pair of boxer briefs that Hermione had literally threatened him into buying at the end of last school year. Apparently they were new in wizard fashion and quite the rage. Harry had to admit, they were more comfortable than boxers but he regrettably only had two pairs.

Draco seemed to have picked up his jaw from the floor and stumbled through a sentence. "W-When, um... since when have you... had those?"

"These? Why? Do you like them?" Harry turned around to allow Draco an obvious look at his arse. He had grown more confident in himself since he had started going out with Draco and here he was showing it.

Originally, the plan had just been to tease him, but the moment Draco came up behind him, moulding his body against the others, it became more serious.

Draco was running his hand across Harry bare torso, feeling his abdomen tense up and his breathing speed up. As Draco's left hand played with his treasure trail, his right moved up and ran over his nipple, gently enough to tease but hard enough that it pebbled straight away.

"Merlin," Harry breathed out as he tipped his head back against Draco's shoulder.

"You're so bloody hot." Draco said back to him as Harry's hands came back to hold his hips and he grinded his arse backwards into Draco's crotch. They both groaned at the contact – Draco at the contact itself and Harry at the knowledge that he could have this sort of effect on Draco with so little stimulation.

Draco continued running his hands over the others body, more in passion than appreciation now that Harry had started gyrating his hips the way that he had.

Draco had had enough of this teasing and turned Harry around in his arms. Before doing anything else, he took off Harry's glasses and dropped them onto the ground without care. He then caught his lips in a kiss that, unlike many of their kisses, didn't start out gently, but hard and demanding from both ends.

Through his lust daze, Harry somehow had the presence of mind to start undressing Draco. Or perhaps it was because of the lust daze. Draco shrugged mentally; he didn't really care to be honest.

Once he had nearly ripped the oxford off and was working on his undershirt, Harry broke from the kiss to wonder aloud why Draco wore so many clothes.

Harry sounded genuinely confused which made the question very endearing to Draco.

"I really don't wear that many clothes you know; maybe you ought to be wearing more if that's what you think." Draco commented as his lips got a break when Harry pulled over the undershirt.

"Wait, what am I saying?" He kept talking through the kisses. "I take that back."

Harry smiled against his lips and yanked Draco's trousers down. "Good, I was beginning to wonder if you didn't just like me for my body." He teased.

Draco scoffed. "Well then I'm very glad we got that settled. Couldn't have you thinking you were more than just a bit of arse." He smiled and stole a sweet kiss from Harry just to make it absolutely clear he was not being serious.

Harry smiled back and then tugged gently at the others waistband. Their underwear was the last barrier between them and neither seemed too reluctant to see it go.

Now, both naked, Draco led Harry backwards into the wall beside the bed. He pressed against him and felt Harry press back.

"Merlin Harry, why are you so bloody good?" Draco asked, not really expecting an answer. Harry just snorted in response and grabbed behind his neck, kissing him roughly.

"You're amazing." Harry said before resuming his kiss and pushing Draco down onto the bed.

"I know." Draco answered

"Draco, will you make love to me?" Harry said this so quietly Draco had to ask him to repeat himself.

"What?"

"Make love to me."

Draco felt love for Harry swell up in his heart, overtaking the lust. "Of course." He murmured.

"Are you sure about this?" He couldn't imagine what he would do if the answer was no.

"Of course." He said, mimicking what Draco had just said to him.

Draco pushed into him slowly, feeling the wonderful sensation of being enveloped.

He looked at Harry lying beneath him, the picture of debauchery and love. Somehow those two made a beautiful image.

"I love you so much." Harry said quietly. It was hard to break the peaceful silence that had fallen over them. But Draco forgave him.

"I love you too." Draco kissed Harry very softly and lovingly. It was the most intimate kind of kiss that only two people very much in love could have experienced.

Draco was originally intending to kiss him again, but instinct told him to go for his neck instead.

He obviously knew what to do by this point and, figuring it was the bond that was compelling him to do it, bit into Harry's neck.

He felt blood filling his mouth and he swallowed reflexively. For the first time during feeding, he could feel magic coursing through him that he was positive was not his. He had never actually felt magic before, not even his own as he was used to it being there and didn't seem foreign. He quickly decided it was a nice feeling, like a high almost.

It was with these thoughts that he sensed it was time to stop sucking and close the wound. He knew Harry would then feed off him and, true enough, he felt Harry pull him down by the neck and sink his fangs into the supple skin.

Draco was always surprised at how good it felt to be fed off of. One would imagine it hurt but really, there was little to no pain. The fangs actually felt good cutting through your flesh, like it was scratching a deep itch, then the blood leaving your body didn't make you feel empty, but lighter.

Just as Harry closed off the puncture marks, they were both feeling ecstatic and wonderful. Draco pumped his hips just a few more times and they both exploded in orgasm together. Draco felt Harry's walls squeezing everything out of him, and let go, feeling Harry's release splatter against their stomachs.

With those last sensations, they passed out, Draco once again, half on top of Harry.

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Okay well this is heavily edited from it's original version of dirtiness. If you want the ... what I will term the 'good version', either email me for it, telling me you're over 18 or go to aff net and I'm under the same penname there. I took about 1000 words out and they were all smut haha. Anyway, please review! Tell me what you thought of my edit and if something doesn't flow, tell me because I literally just deleted stuff and read it through.