A/N: This is the last real chapter and then there's going to be an epilogue. I'm very upset by the whole thing. I'm going to bring up the fact that summer has made me an updating monster, but that it won't last long because I've just started a course. Lucky for all you guys, I'm nearly done this. My other fic will have some long waits ahead... Not too long though, I promise

And I hope not too many people got worked up about the fact that Harry rubs his stomach before he came, it's just something I do and I can't imagine sex without it haha... I don't know if that's a girl thing or an individual thing but Harry does it. So there. Sorry if that was too much information :D

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"Harry Potter, sir. Harry Potter!"

Harry cracked his eyes open, not at all pleased at having been woken up. His eyes shifted around but he couldn't see anyone. Figuring it had just been a dream, he closed his eyes, eager for more sleep.

"Mister Harry Potter!" Harry sat up. Definitely not a dream.

"Who is it?" He called out to the invisible person, still half asleep. He fumbled around for his wand but couldn't find it. What he did find was Draco, who was still asleep. Not really giving him a second look, he continued to look for either the person speaking or his wand.

"Harry Potter, Dobby is below you." Harry stopped searching frantically and his eyes fell on the small blurry figure.

"Oh erm, hello Dobby."

"Good afternoon Harry Potter." He took a deep bow.

"Can I just ask..." Harry's mind caught up to him. "What the hell you are doing in my rooms?"

Dobby turned pink and edged towards the wall. "Dobby was thinking Harry Potter wants to be waked so he wouldn't miss Ronald Weasley's party." This made Harry pause.

"Ron's party? But that isn't until tomorrow."

"It is tomorrow today Harry Potter. Mister Draco Malfoy and you is sleeping through the day and night."

Harry's green eyes widened. "Oh shit. Dobby, what time is it?"

"It is being seven minutes to five o'clock sir."

"Dobby! Why didn't you wake me earlier?"

"I is trying! You only just woke up. I is being calling your name for ten minutes! I'm so sorry Harry Potter sir."He leaned against the wall and started banging his head. This, of course, woke Draco. As Harry tried desperately to restrain the House Elf from causing any damage to either himself or the wall, Draco yawned, stretched and stepped out of bed. Then stopped moving altogether.

"Woah."

Harry turned around, still struggling. "What's wrong?"

"I'm taller. I swear to Merlin. Come look at me. My centre of balance is all thrown off!" He took an exaggeratedly careful step forward and Harry thought he looked all right, albeit a little stupid.

"Er Draco, are you alright? Maybe you should lie back down. Maybe you're hungry because apparently we've been out for a day. Oh which reminds me, we really need to get a move on to Ron's."

"Yeah... right." Draco was obviously not listening and was now feeling his face with his fingertips. Soon, however, he became distracted and started playing with his hands, examining them as he did so.

"Draco, you're acting like an infant, now come on, we really do need to go."

"Harry, I'm telling you; something's not right."

Harry scoffed and slipped on his glasses, which he had found right before Dobby had stepped on them. He looked at Draco and gasped.

"Oh Merlin, you're taller. You look different! Look at you!"

Draco shot him an unenthusiastic look. "Really? Are you sure?"

"Oh my... What – Draco, what have you done?"

"What have I done?" Draco cuffed him right side the head.

This seemed to help Harry snap out of his daze. "Why are you different?"

"Well, to take a stab at it, I'd say it was because we had sex last night. You remember you changed on your birthday? I guess this is when I change." He shrugged. Now that the terror had worn off and he was sure he was still... him, it wasn't so bad. But he really needed to find a mirror.

"How do I look? Better or worse? You can tell me, I'll find out in a second anyway."

Harry approached him, both of them still naked, and ran his fingers along Draco's chest. "Definitely not worse."

Where Harry had had about an inch on Draco, Draco was now taller by about two – probably why he felt off balance - , his hair was a touch longer, now falling around his ears. Other than that, the only difference was that his cheeks had hollowed out a bit. That wasn't too noticeable and most likely would have happened with age anyway.

Dobby cleared his throat and Harry jumped. He had forgotten the House Elf was still there.

"Not to be rude sirs, but it is now past five o'clock. I is leaving now, my job of waking you up has done." He bowed and popped out.

Harry thought about being embarrassed, after all, they had been touching each other somewhat intimately in front of an Elf, but he quickly got over it. There was no doubt in his mind that he had seen worse. Dobby hadn't even seemed to realize that Harry had been naked.

During these thoughts, Draco had rushed to the bathroom to examine his new looks. He was playing with his chair a bit and searching his jaw, seeming to look for something.

"Is something on your neck?"

"Yeah. Those bite marks from last night are still there." Draco said in a voice that told Harry he was still thinking. "Let me see your neck."

Harry tilted his head back obediently and let his mate study it. "Yours are still there too. I guess it's because we bonded?"

"I suppose that's probably true. I'm sort of glad to tell you the truth. Now I can really say that you belong to me." Harry gave him a lewd look, one that tended to announce groping in the near future. Unfortunately, Draco remembered something.

"Ron."

"No, Harry." He corrected him teasingly.

"No. Ron!"

Harry eyes flew open. "Why can't I seem to remember that? Bloody shite. Okay, really, get dressed and we're leaving. Oh right. What should I wear? We never really had that conversation last night."

"That is hardly my fault. Don't try to blame that on me when you were the one wearing those..." Draco shivered. "Anyway. Point being, none of my things will fit me now. Everything I own is tailored to fit me exactly and now it will all be too short."

"You know, this time last year I would have made you wear the short clothes... but you can borrow mine. They should be almost the right size, probably still a bit of a tight fit. Not that I mind watching you try to get into them." He ended with a smirk.

Draco scowled at him good naturedly – yes, Harry realized, it could be done – and shimmied into a pair of Harry's school trousers that had always been a little big on him. They fit him perfectly.

"Thank Merlin. Now it's only the shirt to worry about."

"Oh that won't be a problem; these shirts are made to fit everybody."

Evidently, they weren't.

As Draco tried and tried to fit into the white oxford shirt, Harry couldn't help but snort in laughter. Draco looked ridiculously opposite of his reputation. He was known as being cool, calm and collected. The sexy blond who never lost his head. Now here they were, fifteen minutes late for the Weasley's and he was shoving his arm into the hole. Unfortunately it just wasn't going. His hair was mused and his cheeks were pink in embarrassment.

"Okay Draco, just calm down. I'll give you another shirt."

"Bloody right you will! Why didn't you say that earlier?!"

"Because you're hot when you're frustrated." He said with a smile. This seemed to appease Draco.

"I forgive you, only because it must be hard to live with someone so perfect."

"Mhm." Harry sounded his sarcastic agreement as he pulled out a larger shirt for Draco.

Ten minutes later, they were both dressed and ready to go. Draco in black trousers and a red top, Harry in grey trousers and a black top. Together they were quite a sight.

They rushed to Dumbledore's office, now a good half hour late and begged him to use the Floo system in his office.

"Yes of course Mister Malfoy. Will the two of you be returning this evening or shall I close the Floo?"

"Erm, they didn't invite us to stay over but sometimes they do last minute. Is there a chance you could keep it open just in case?" Harry asked, not sure how well they would be received, showing up half an hour late for his own dinner.

"Certainly. But please do not be alarmed if I am not here when you come back, whether this evening or tomorrow. I have some business that needs tending to."

And with that, Harry threw in the Floo powder, yelling "The Burrow" as clearly as he could manage.

Draco followed seconds later and stepped cleanly out of the fireplace, picking a dusty Harry up off the floor afterwards.

They could hear uproarious laughter from the dining room and Harry thanked Merlin as it seemed they had started without him. He would have felt awful if they had waited up.

Harry walked in, Draco behind him, almost using him as a sort of shield. They needn't have worried though. They were greeted with a loud cheer as a couple of the Weasleys stood up. Looking around the table were Molly and Arthur, at separate heads, Bill and Fleur, Charlie, the twins, Hermione, Ginny and, oddly enough, Percy. Seems he had been forgiven.

What struck him most though, was that Bill was there with Fleur. He had previously – previously here, meaning before they had gotten off with each other – thought the two of them were an item but had dispelled those thoughts. It did seem though, that they were a couple now. And Bill was probably not eager to have his girlfriend find out about that particular incident.

Not that Harry would tell, of course. He didn't want any of the other Weasley's finding out about it either.

Harry and Draco sat in the seats that Ron had saved for them, which happened to be right next to him. Draco ended up sitting beside Arthur who started explaining the concept of telephones. Draco seemed suitably interested, though Harry knew he could really care less about such things.

Dinner went well, they both ate like mad to replenish all the energy they had spent the day before. This seemed to make Molly float on air, as she handed them serving after serving. Once dinner was over, they skipped desert, complete with commentary such as, "You do realize this is the first time I've ever not had desert..." from Ron as they were too full to possibly continue.

It was around seven o'clock anyway and that was when the guests were due to arrive. Sure enough, at 7:02p.m. Luna Lovegood and her father walked in, both greeted warmly by all present. It wasn't another thirty seconds before the door knocked a second time, revealing Remus and Tonks. Indeed after that, guests just started pouring in, not even bothering to knock as they could hear it the noise inside the house.

The crowd would normally have Harry a little bit panicked – he didn't like being around this many people at once – but the mere fact that for one, he knew every single one of them and two, Draco didn't leave his side all night. Even through his friends coming up and slapping him on the back, congratulating him. Even during the slightly awkward confrontation with Bill.

Well into the night, Bill had come up to them both, obviously with a little bit of alcohol running through his blood.

Harry had been worried for a moment that it would turn ugly, but then he remembered this was Bill. It wasn't some unpredictable stranger, it was Ron's older brother with whom he had had a lapse in judgement.

"Listen," Bill said, giving an uncomfortable side glance to Draco, "Can I talk to you alone for a moment?"

Draco clenched his jaw. Harry could smell the disapproval.

"I'd actually rather stay here. Draco won't hurt you." He said smiling; he didn't want Bill to think he was mad at him. Not as much as he could say for Draco.

"Okay..." He still looked distinctly uneasy. "Well I just wanted to apologize. Not for actually doing it," he took a sharp glance at Draco, "but for starting it and putting both our relationships in jeopardy. I've learned my lesson, trust me. Fleur found out and I swear, I'll never hear the end of it. Not that I think I deserve to." He added quickly.

"Damn right, you bloody self-righteous prick." Mumbled Draco under his breath. This invited the jab in the ribs from Harry that followed.

"That's okay. Draco's over it as I have something to hang over his head as well. Don't worry about it. Though I hope you and Fleur are okay?"

"Oh yeah, she's mostly forgiven me. 'Cept, as I mentioned, about bringing it up every time she wants something." Rather than saying this bitterly, Harry actually saw a smile creep onto Bill's lips as though anything about Fleur was worth smiling over. At least someone thought that way, Harry remembered Ginny calling her 'Phlegm' quite often, a few times even to her face when she became particularly haughty.

After that visit from Bill, they were greeted for the first time all night by Hermione. According to her, Ron had been holding her up on the dance floor, not quite letting her leave. She pretended to be confused and annoyed by this but Harry and Draco could both see her cheeks tugging at her lips, not letting the smile leave them.

She staggered up to them, clutching a drink of something somewhat strong smelling in her hand, and trying to hop on one foot to relieve the pressure of her shoes.

"Hey guys, what's going on over here?" She collapsed on the floor next to where they were standing.

"Hello Hermione," Harry laughed. "Had enough to drink?"

"Not remotely!" She smiled and laughed back at him. "Hey wait..." She peered closer at Draco. "Are you different?"

Draco actually flushed a bit, in a rare display. His flush was enough of an answer for her, as she jumped to her feet, although swaying a little.

"You guys bonded?! What? When?!" She next to shouted this and the people nearest them turned around to see what the fuss was about. Thankfully, these people were just some of Ginny's year mates so they weren't too interested in what was going on, and turned right back to talking.

"Hermione," Harry glared. "Say it a little louder, I'm not sure Ron's neighbours heard you."

Hermione giggled. "Ron doesn't have any neighbours, Harry, pick up the pace." Harry stared at her disbelieving her drop in IQ that seemed to go along with her elevated alcohol intake. "But oh right! You bonded!" She turned to Harry, completely disregarding Draco's presence. "How was it? Was it good? Who topped?"

They both closed their eyes in pain at the question.

"Hermione, you are going to so regret asking that in the morning. How do you know we bonded anyway?"

Hermione scoffed. "Harry, I've known that Draco would come into his inheritance the moment you guys did the dirty for ages. I've really just been waiting for it."

Harry moaned and covered his eyes in embarrassment. "Maybe you should go back to Ron."

Hermione pouted adorably. "But I want to know how it was. You and Draco together would be so hot-" At this point, even she seemed to realize she was crossing about seven politically correct boarders and flushed even more deeply than what the alcohol had brought on.

"I think I'll go find Ron." She said, putting on a sober tone and trying to make it seem like it was her idea in the first place. Harry and Draco watched her scamper off.

"Can you believe her?" Harry asked, looking at Draco, quite embarrassed.

"What? She's right, you know. We are hot together."

"She just asked who topped, Draco. Hermione just asked that. Hermione."

He seemed stuck on this point.

"Relax Harry, she's drunk and probably never met a gay man who's had sex. And is her best friend." He added with a quirk of his eyebrow. "You know, it's a little weird to me that you don't talk about that sort of thing. That's pretty much the main topic of conversation in Slytherin."

"What?" Harry asked incredulously. "Who's topping who?"

Draco crinkled his face in distaste. "Way to be subtle Harry. And no; sex."

"Oh." Harry swallowed audibly.

"Don't worry, we'll work up to it. I already know what you do when you're alone." He leered at Harry who looked as though he wanted the floor to open right up and take him wherever it liked, so long as he wasn't there.

"Could we, you know, not talk about that right here? We're supposed to be celebrating me and all my wonderfulness for defeating Voldemort. Not talking about bed habits."

"Is it my fault your 'bed habits' are more interesting to me than Voldemort's skinny dead arse?"

Harry seemed to consider this. "You know, I think I may actually consider that a good thing. I'm not sure I would sleep with someone who was more interested in Voldemort's arse than mine."

They hugged and as they brushed together, they felt the scars from each others fangs touch. They felt warm and complete. There would never be a need to leave that warm secure blanket that was love.

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Just the epilogue to come. If anyone has any requests for it, just ask and I will try to incorporate. I already have things sort of planned out but I'd be willing to take things into consideration haha. It'll be taking place at the end of the school year so like... 8 months later kind of thing. Remember to review. Please.