So it took me a long time to get this last chapter to where I wanted it seeing as it has been so anticipated and eventually I just couldn't keep going as I didn't want to destroy the chapter by being too critical which I have a tendency to be when it comes to my work. So here it is, I hope it lives up to the standard you've come to expect from this story and you all enjoy the ending. I will warn you there's a bit of crack humour in this one like the others and I really hope you like how I decided to end the story. Please review, I really want to know what you think.

So here we go, I did't get this beta'd since I give my poor beta far too much to deal with when it comes to the other stories I write and my original which I hope to have edited properly soon and maybe published one day. Anyway without further ado I give you the final chapter, I hope you like it.

When Draco's angry it's time to face the music

News of Harry's cursing of Ron and Hermione quickly flowed through the school filling everyone, student and teacher alike, with questions. Harry refused to answer any of them when they were posed to him, regardless of who was asking, and ended up receiving detention with McGonagall for two weeks. He didn't care though, he didn't regret his actions, -not even when Ron started laying eggs- and if he could go back in time and do it over he wouldn't change a thing. He spent the rest of the day ignoring everyone and as soon as the last bell rang he headed to McGonagall's office to receive his punishment.

The head of Gryffindor handed him a list of tasks to perform without a clue that she was actually doing him a favour by giving him detention. If he was by himself there was nobody to pepper him with questions about how he was.

As soon as she was done explaining everything she left and he got to work thankful to be alone at last.

It was several hours later and he was half way through the list when he heard the door of the classroom he was currently cleaning open behind him. He tensed but didn't turn around waiting for whoever it was to announce themselves. When several seconds passed and nothing happened he called out, "Whose there?" When even that yielded no results had no choice but to turn and face his visitor and when he did he dropped the bucket he'd been holding in shock. The bucket landed on the ground at an odd angle and proceeded to spill its contents all over the floor. Harry should have been incredibly annoyed because he was going to have to clean that up but it didn't even register in his mind.

Standing behind him, looking delectable in a pair of black trousers and a black turtleneck was the boy who'd resided in his mind constantly since Friday night. The young Slytherin was watching him with sad, empty eyes. It hurt Harry just to look at him, but he couldn't make himself look away. The sadness was his fault and he wished with all his heart that he could make it better. He knew of course that he couldn't and that hurt all the more.

The silence seemed to stretch on forever as they continued to stare at each other and Harry knew that if he didn't break it he'd end up bursting into tears and that wouldn't help anything. Mustering all the courage he had he took a deep breath and stuttered, "Mmmalfoy, wwhat are yyou ddoing here?"

'Yeah, that sounded like someone who's got nothing to hide!' his mental voice hissed at him

His words seemed to snap Draco out of whatever trance he'd been in and the young Slytherin looked down. "I heard you had detention with McGonagall, something about making Granger a walking slinkee or something, and I figured you'd be here," Malfoy replied still staring at his shoes. He was silent for a moment and Harry was searching for something to say when the ice prince suddenly moved a little further into the room and looked up at him once more. "I came to say…well played I suppose," the Slytherin continued looking down once more. "I've played tricks on a lot of people in my time but…nothing compared to what you did, it definitely deserves recognition."

Harry was confused, what trick? What he'd done hadn't taken a lot of effort; it was nothing Malfoy couldn't have done himself. Then again, from the sound of it Malfoy didn't actually know what he'd done; maybe whoever told him about it had embellished a whole hell of a lot.

"It wasn't that hard, Malfoy, all I did was hex them," he explained.

Draco's gaze flew back to Harry's his eyes narrowing in anger. "I wasn't talking about Granger and Weasley, Potter," he snapped, "from all accounts it was quite amusing but nothing to brag about. I'm talking about the little trick you pulled on me last Friday night."

Harry felt all the blood drain from his head and he backed away from the other boy feeling his hands start to shake slightly. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replied.

"Oh come now, don't be shy. After all the tricks I've played on you and your friends over the years you deserve a little pay back. It was marvellously executed you should be proud of yourself," Draco said stepping closer to Harry while he continued to back away. "Come on, Potter, step up, accept your victory, take your shots, you know you want to! No one's ever managed to pull a trick like that on me before, it was truly inspired! You must want to gloat so go ahead, do it, take a shot at me, rub it in some, have a laugh at the gullible Slytherin's expense! Go on do it!" Draco shouted continuing to advance on Harry, an angry rage rising to overtake the sadness in his gunmetal eyes.

Harry felt his back hit a wall and before he could look for a way out Draco had closed most of the gap between them and stood mere inches from Harry's face. His gaze bore into Harry's for what felt like an eternity, the anger and pain in the Slytherin's eyes burning a hole through Harry's soul. Finally after what felt like forever Draco spoke once more.

"Was it worth it for you, having to be in that body, having to let me do those things to you? Is being able to sit down with the rest of your Gryffindor friends and giggle about how you fooled the ice prince of Slytherin really worth the loss of your virtue? Was any of this really worth the cost you must have paid? Was it?" Draco demanded, the anger starting to simmer out as the pain won out once more.

Harry wanted to reply. He wanted to tell Draco that it wasn't a trick; that it wasn't meant to hurt him; that Harry wished more than anything that things hadn't happened the way they did and how much he wished Draco could be his. But he couldn't speak, whenever he tried the words just wouldn't come and he felt tears pricking at the back of his eyes threatening to give away every inch of the pain and torment he was feeling.

When Harry didn't answer Draco looked down and for a moment Harry thought he was going to walk away. Then he spoke again only this time the anger was completely gone from his voice leaving only the pain. "You know I'd never done that with anyone before," he confessed softly and Harry felt his heart snap in his chest. "The whole time we were together I kept thinking, what if it's a trick? What if he's doing this just to hurt me and tomorrow I'll wake up to find every Gryffindor in the castle laughing at me? Then I'd remind myself that it was you I was with and you wouldn't do something like that." He continued, his gaze still resting on the floor, his silky, white blonde hair falling like drapes over his lovely face and hiding it from Harry's view.

Harry's vision blurred and he bit his lip trying to keep the tears from falling.

"I should have known better I suppose, and in a way I guess I did or that thought would never have occurred to me in the first place." Draco continued. "I should have listened but I didn't, I didn't want to. I guess the disguise should have given it away, but I never thought for a second it was there to fool me. I thought it was to fool the rest of the Slytherin's so they wouldn't know it was you. I thought you did it so we could have a night together without anyone questioning us or getting in our way."

The tears had escaped Harry's eyes now and he was helpless to stop them as they slid down his face.

"I never thought you would do something like that to me. I mean I know we fight a lot and we always have, but I thought that was just for show, I never thought you actually meant it. I thought deep down we understood each other, Harry, I never realised you really hated me so much, I thought…well, it doesn't really matter what I thought does it, I was wrong." he paused and Harry heard him take a deep shuddering breath before he continued. "It's not important now anyway I guess, what's done is done. I just thought I should come down here and tell you that you've officially succeeded in hurting me more than I ever thought someone could. Congratulations. I hope it was worth it for you." Draco turned to walk away and without thinking Harry reached out and grabbed the Slytherin's arms.

Draco turned back to face him, a look of anger burning in his eyes once more. "Don't touch me, Po-" the word died on his lips as his gaze finally fell on Harry's face. Harry could see unshed tears shining in Draco's eyes as they widened in surprise and he reached out to touch the other boy's cheek softly.

"I'm sorry," Harry finally managed to say, although it came out more as a sob. "I am so, so sorry, Draco, I really am. It wasn't a trick or a joke and I never meant for it to hurt you," Harry sobbed watching as a tear slipped from the Slytherin's lovely gunmetal eyes. "The other Gryffindors don't know anything about it, not even Ron and Hermione know so unless you've told anyone nobody knows but us," he reassured the other boy.

Draco looked away and Harry did the same, trying his best to regain some sort of composure. A few minutes of silence passed between them before Draco spoke again. "Why did you do it?" he asked softly his anger once more gone.

"Does it really matter?" Harry asked looking up at the Slytherin.

Draco's eyes rose to meet his and the Slytherin nodded. "It does to me. I want to know what I was to you that night," he replied.

Harry looked down at Draco's chest for a moment and thought about how he should reply to that question. A light blush came to his cheeks as he finally came up with the right answer. "You were my hero," he confessed looking up at the Slytherin once more.

Draco looked back at him puzzled, a slight blush tainting the Slytherin's fair skin at the compliment.

Knowing he'd have to explain everything properly Harry reached down and took the ice prince's hand in his own revelling in the softness of Draco's skin. He led the other boy over to a seat nestled beneath one of the nearby windows and pulled him gently down to sit beside him.

He explained everything about Ron and Hermione's fight and the hex she'd thrown at Ron only to hit Harry instead. He spoke about the month that followed and all the things he'd had to do to try and get himself to change back. Finally he told Draco about Hermione's theory and how he'd headed over to the Slytherin party to find someone to help change him back.

Draco remained quiet and attentive through the entire tale and when it was over he sat in contemplative silence for several minutes staring down at his hands. Harry sat quietly beside him, waiting as patiently as possible to hear what Draco was going to say about it. Just as the silence was about to drive Harry crazy Draco spoke again.

"Well, that certainly explains Granger and Weasley's sudden hexing. What it doesn't tell me is the answer to my original question. What was I to you that night, Harry? Was I just a way to get your body back?" he asked without looking up.

"No," Harry replied, "you were…Merlin I can't believe I'm about to say this. You were my dream come true, Draco. I never thought I'd get to be with you like that, I'd wanted to for so long but…I never thought it would actually happen." Harry reached forward and tilted Draco's face up to look at him. He gave the young Malfoy a weak smile despite the tears filling his eyes once more. "Then it did," he continued barely above a whisper. "And it was so amazing, Draco, I could barely believe it was happening. I thought it would be a good memory for me, something I could look back on and smile, because finally something good had happened to me."

A tear left his eye and slid down his face but he ignored it. "Then, the next morning when I woke up, I realized that it could never be the happy memory for me that I'd wanted it to be because it wasn't real. You hadn't been with me you'd been with a stranger, a female stranger at that. What happened between us hadn't meant a damn thing because it hadn't been us, not really." A few more tears joined the first one and Harry continued to ignore them. "I hoped, more than anything, that it could have at least been a happy memory for you. You didn't need to know that the person you were with was someone you hated; you didn't have to carry the guilt I did about deceiving someone you really cared about. I hoped you'd be happy, and then I saw that you weren't and I couldn't figure out why, until now. I'm sorry, Draco, I didn't realize it was your first time too. I never meant to ruin that for you." He finished looking down at his hands and feeling like the scum of the earth. Why had he never considered that it could have been Draco's first time too?

He felt more tears slide down his face and he was going to swipe them away but another hand beat him to it. Harry froze as Draco's soft fingers gently glided over his face, brushing away the tears before sliding back into Harry's hair. He held Harry's head in his hands and leant forward to gently kiss his forehead before pulling Harry into his arms.

Harry held him back, sliding his arms around Draco's back and pressing his face to the Slytherin's neck. For a while there was silence as both of them simply enjoyed the embrace, then Draco spoke again. "You didn't ruin it," he told Harry quietly. "It was perfect, aside from the whole you being a girl part. I knew it was you the whole time that's the only reason I asked you to dance in the first place and I had an amazing night. What ruined it for me was waking up the next morning and finding you gone. I searched my entire room looking for a note or anything you might have left behind but there was nothing. I wondered if maybe I'd dreamt it all, but then I walked into the Slytherin common room and saw all the drunk people lying around and I knew that I hadn't. You have no idea how much that hurt," he said softly.

"I'm sorry," Harry replied just as quietly.

"I know."

There was silence for another few minutes, this time it was Harry who broke it. "What do we do now?" he asked quietly.

"Now, we finish detention so we can get the hell out of here. I've done the rest of your list already we just have to finish this room," Draco replied causing Harry to draw back and stare at the other boy in shock.

"What?" he asked confused.

"I may have told McGonagall that I helped you hex Weasley and Granger," Draco explained.

"Why?" Harry asked still confused.

"Well, I hadn't really been in the mood to do anything bad all day and I wanted to get away from Pansy for a while so this seemed like the best way," Draco replied.

Harry stared at the other boy for several seconds before dissolving into laughter. "You have no idea how alike we really are, Draco," he told the Slytherin with a chuckle.

The cleaning progressed quite quickly after that –which Harry assumed was because both himself and Draco had the same thing on their minds- and as soon as they were done they escaped to Draco's room and recreated their first time together the way it should have been.

It was perfect, and this time when they woke up they were free to smile at each other and share a loving kiss before they pulled themselves reluctantly from Draco's bed and started their day.

XX

The next few weeks saw everyone in Hogwarts buzzing over the newest relationship, professors included. Harry and Draco ignored all of the attention as best they could only acknowledging questions posed to them by people they deemed important. They'd expected scorn from their friends and were pleasantly surprised when instead those who surrounded them were just pleased to see them happy again.

Hermione's spell wore off after 48 hours for which the young Gryffindor was quite appreciative. Ron's on the other hand took a day longer due to his needing to spend a day as a chicken, a day as a pig and a day as a horse. Harry would never admit it to anyone but he'd stolen Collin's camera and spent every available second he had those few days taking photos of the two Gryffindors when they weren't looking.

He'd ended up apologising to them of course, mostly due to Draco annoying him about it and reminding Harry that they were his friends and had simply made a mistake which they had already been well punished for thanks to Harry's hexes. Harry had grudgingly agreed knowing the Slytherin was right and the three of them talked everything over. It took a little while but eventually things returned to normal in the Gryffindor tower – with the exception of Ron and Hermione taking their arguments outside where nobody else may accidentally get caught in the line of fire -.

Draco's parents weren't overly thrilled by their son's new relationship but surprised the wizarding world spectacularly when they didn't put up a fight over it and agreed to be civil to Harry. When Harry asked Draco why they'd given in so easily the Gryffindor had been happy to learn that Draco's parents honestly just loved their son and wanted him to be happy. The four of them even managed a civil dinner together during a Hogsmead weekend.

So the world was once more at peace and everyone seemed to be happy and content. The Slytherins and the Gryffindors were even getting along without the animosity between Draco and Harry. There were a few surprising developments; Hermione and Blaise became friends due to a shared interest in future study, Ginny and Astoria Greengrass became a couple shocking both of their families as no one had even realised the girls were gay and Harry and Pansy also formed an incredibly unlikely friendship which pleased Draco greatly.

All in all things seemed to be perfect and they stayed that way for quite a while with the occasional flu or stomach bug being the only things to upset the student body. Unfortunately for Harry one such bug swept through the school and it seemed the young Gryffindor had contracted a rather nasty dose landing him in the hospital wing early one evening. Madame Pomfrey sat him down and scanned him with her wand smiling secretly at Draco who was sitting by the young Gryffindor's side and gently rubbing his back. A few minutes later the results of the medi-witch's scans appeared before her and her eyes nearly fell out of her head as she saw what they said.

"Uh…Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy, I'm afraid I have some rather unexpected news," the medi-witch began turning to face the pair.

The great hall, which was at that moment full of students and teachers eating dinner, fell completely silent when Harry's loud yell of, "HERMIONE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" reached its door all the way from the infirmary. The young head girl paled significantly before sprinting from the great hall toward her room where she would be safely locked away behind a portrait.

Harry's pregnancy was quite the topic of discussion for medi- witches and wizards everywhere with the best theory being that Harry had fallen pregnant that first night he'd spent with Draco and as a result when his body had changed back his uterus had remained and continued to support and nourish the developing child. To say Harry was furious would have been the understatement of the century; especially when it was discovered that he was carrying twins.

The strongest reaction however came from Draco's parents. Harry had thought their reaction couldn't possibly have been any worse than when they found out about Harry and Draco's relationship…Harry was wrong. It had taken himself and Draco more than half an hour to revive Narcissa after she fainted while Lucius was upstairs in the Malfoy's attic destroying things. When everyone finally calmed down Lucius insisted that the boys marry and all of a sudden Harry found himself a Malfoy.

Draco's parents fumed about the pregnancy all the way up until the day of the birth and as soon as the twins were out and presentable they were handed to Lucius and Narcissa who in the blink of an eye turned into doting, cooing grandparents and never quite changed back. They were reluctant to share the twins with anyone, even Harry and Draco, and both boys decided it was a good thing they'd had two and both grandparents seemed to have a favourite as it meant Lucius and Narcissa wouldn't fight over them. Harry could only imagine how bad it could have been had things worked out differently and often giggled to himself as images of Lucius and Narcissa hexing each other over one of the twins slipped into his head.

It was five years years later as Harry walked around the grounds of Malfoy manor with his blonde haired, green eyed daughter Lucia sitting on his hip and his twin boys Scorpius, -who was a spitting image of Draco- and Samael -who looked almost identical to Harry himself- skipping behind them each holding one of Draco's hands that Harry took the time to really think back over his life and how one little spell could change everything so drastically. He'd never imagined that he could be so content, especially being married to Draco and living in the manor with Lucius and Narcissa, but Harry truly was and he wouldn't change anything that had happened, not one little bit.

Looking down at his daughter who was currently devouring a lollypop Harry couldn't help but smile and he leant down to kiss her gorgeous blonde curls thinking about the hex that had brought this all about. Pulling back he smoothed Lucia's hair down as much as her rebellious curls would allow and came to the decision that he must find a way to properly thank Hermione for what she'd given him. After all, if she hadn't gotten so angry at Ron he wouldn't have his beautiful family and despite the discomfort it had caused him at the time it was all worth it in the end.

"Daddy, can we go visit aunty Mione and Rose tomorrow?" Lucia asked drawing his attention down to the little girl once more.

Harry smiled and kissed his daughter once more. "I think we can, angel," he replied as he pulled away. "How would you feel about going shopping first and helping me pick out a present for Aunty Mione before we go?" he asked.

The little girl lit up. "Yay, can we go to Di...Diag…onal…alley?" the little three year old tripped over the word causing Harry's smile to grow.

"Yes, sweetheart, we can," Harry replied stopping for a moment to allow Draco and the boys to catch up to them.

"What's up?" Draco asked as they approached. Harry put the little girl down and watched as she caught sight of a house elf and ran off to play with it, Scorpius and Samael following close behind but always careful to let her stay in front. They were always good with their little sister.

"Nothing," Harry replied pulling his husband close and kissing his perfect lips. "I'm just happy."

Draco returned his smile and kissed him back. "I love you," he whispered as they parted.

"I love you too," Harry replied.

XX

The end.

So what did you think? I hope it was the ending you were all hoping for. Please review and let me know what you think.

I also have to say a big thank you to all of you who read this story and reviewed. It's received such a strong response and I couldn't be more thrilled! I have another HP story I'm working on which is Snarry if anyone's interested I'll put it up otherwise I hope to have another Dragon Queen chapter up soon.

Thank you for all your support along the way and for those of you who continue to support my other stories it means the world to me and your reviews really make me want to write more and not just in the one story but in all my future ones as well. XXOO

Kayla