PLEASE READ: Author's Notes. Hello everyone, sorry it took me SEVEN MONTHS to add the final chapter, I swear, I never thought I'd become one of those people who'd take this long to ever update a WIP. In any case, I hope you enjoyed the last chapter and had fun with this story, as much as I had fun writing it.

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THIS IS THE END

Harry pulled Draco in the shower and allowed the steam to consume them. Draco hadn't taken his eyes off Harry for a moment since they'd managed to rid each other of their clothes.

"God, you have no fucking idea, Harry, how badly I've wanted this." Draco leaned in and kissed Harry again as he pushed him against the shower wall. Draco was hard again and he rubbed his erection against Harry thrusting into him, wanting to grab and touch every part of Harry, as much as he could.

"I've wanted you too, Draco," Harry said and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. "When I saw you tonight, at the bar talking to him. I had to leave, because, I…I don't even know what I would have done."

"You're so stupid, you know that?" Draco said. "You drive me wild. How could you think I'd want him when I came here…for you."

"You did?" Harry sounded surprised. "I thought you came here for the conference."

"Fuck, the conference," Draco said. "I came here because I've been stupid. I'd been attracted to you since the moment we met and I was delusional thinking I could make it work with Theo when I should have known from the start that you and I were destined to be together."

"Destined?" Harry laughed and Draco glared at him. "That's a bit much, don't you think?"

"Laugh now, Potter. But you'll miss me when I'm gone, you'll be stuck here alone. Alone in that bed…" Harry whined and Draco smiled at how he'd made Harry react exactly the way he'd wanted him to.

After the shower, where they definitely did more dirty things than clean themselves up, Harry pulled Draco into the bed and they fell asleep naked holding each other under the sheets.

"Good night, Harry," Draco whispered as he wrapped his arms around the other man and Harry spooned into him.

"I'm really glad you came here, Draco," Harry replied.

..

The next morning, Draco didn't feel like going to the conference and after a quick work call, Harry was free as well.

"Tonight's my last night in Canada, and I've got to head back. Do you want to go dancing?" Draco asked when he and Harry had come back to the hotel room after breakfast. "Nicolas told me of a place."

Harry made a face that was obvious that Harry was not a fan of Nicolas and Draco couldn't help but laugh. "It's not like that. He knows that you and me—that we're—you know…"

"That' we're what?" Harry asked.

"I don't know—why don't you tell me? What do you want to be?" Draco raised an eyebrow. He hadn't thought this far. He knew he wanted Harry, he didn't know if Harry'd want to be his—exclusively.

"Together?" Harry said.

"Are you asking me, or telling me?" Draco asked. He'd begun unbuttoning his shirt and wanted to change into something more casual.

Harry bit his lower lip and gave Draco a once over. "Definitely telling you," he said and pulled Draco into the bed. "You shouldn't ask me complicated questions when you're getting undressed."

Draco smiled and kissed Harry's neck. "Well you shouldn't be dressed, when I'm getting undressed."

Their soon-to-be-naked moment was ruined when Harry's mobile buzzed. Draco groaned with frustration. It was Caleb. He wanted to talk to Harry about some business deal and apparently it could not be delayed.

"Tonight, the club, and after that. All of that, I promise," Harry said to Draco and grabbed his mobile to go to the other room to talk.

Draco crashed on the bed and found his own phone and sent a message to Nicolas. They made plans to meet up later that night and go to the Green Dragon.

..

Much to Draco's annoyance, Caleb had decided to tag along with Harry and Draco as they took a taxi to the club.

Once they arrived, Draco immediately spotted Nicolas and waved at him. Harry was evidently still unhappy about the entire ordeal. Draco wouldn't have pegged him to be such a jealous person, but secretly enjoyed the attention he was getting from Harry. God knew how much of grief Harry had caused him.

"Nicolas, this is Caleb, Harry's colleague." Draco made the introductions and Caleb smiled tiringly towards Nicolas. That's when Draco realised that Caleb wanted to go because he wanted to meet their future investor's son. It made perfect sense. He looked at Harry who was simply smiling at him.

"You knew this," Draco asked Harry by pulling him aside and leaving Caleb alone with Nicolas.

"I reckoned, you'd figure it out eventually," Harry answered, grinning. Draco leaned in and kissed Harry.

"Nic could do better," Draco sneered, feeling baffled by the situation.

"He could do worse," Harry teased. "So are you going to buy me a drink or are we going to stand here and discuss other people's sex lives?"

Draco nodded and sprinted to the bar to get them drinks and ten minutes later, they were on the dance floor. It had been weeks since Draco and Harry had danced together and at that time, they were both in other relationships. Draco looked forward to claiming Harry as his and doing everything to him that he could possibly imagine on the dance floor. Make him pay for the torment Harry had put Draco through for so long.

That didn't work of course. The second Harry was grinding on Draco; Draco lost all ability of thinking. He wanted nothing but to grab Harry's waist and simply thrust into him over and over again. Other blokes around them tried to dance with them but Draco had managed to scowl at most of them and managed to keep Harry to himself.

"My, Draco, I had no idea you were so possessive," Harry whispered in Draco's ear when he'd turned around to face him, right before kissing him again for the tenth time that evening.

"What can I say, Potter…you belong with me."

Harry grinned and pulled Draco towards him, their groins brushing against each other as Harry whispered in Draco's ear. "And you belong with me." Harry's hot breath sent shivers down Draco's spine and he knew he was done for, for life.

Draco looked at Harry, and couldn't hold back the emotions he was feeling in that moment. He knew that the alcohol helped, he knew that it was partially because he was ridiculously attracted to him but Draco knew he had to ask this to Harry. Nothing in the world was going to stop him now.

"What is it?" Harry asked, as though he'd immediately sensed that something was off.

"When do you come back to the UK?" Draco asked, and bit his lower lip. He was nervous.

"Not for a few more weeks, why?" Harry asked, looking nervous.

"I've been thinking about this…a lot, and I think I'm going to get my own flat in the city. Away from my parents, I mean," Draco said. They'd stopped dancing but were still in the middle of the floor and Harry's arms were still around Draco's neck.

Harry smiled approvingly and kissed Draco. "I think that's a brilliant idea. How great that would be. You'll be finally free from my father's struggle to control everything about you."

"Yeah," Draco said excitedly. "And I've got enough money saved up that I won't even need any of the Malfoy funds to be able to get my own place…"

"Draco, that's even better!" Draco was glad that Harry was fully supportive of the idea. "Is that why you're so nervous, you wanted my opinion on it?" Harry asked.

"Well no…I mean…yeah. There's more…" Draco said and Harry looked at him eagerly for more. "I thought maybe you and I could get a place together."

"Oh," Harry said. He took half a step back from Draco but his arms didn't move away from him.

"I know it's a bit sudden, and you and I have literally been together for twenty four hours, but I just feel like this is the right thing to do, you know?" Draco said, looking at Harry for reassurance and Harry's face was hard to read. "I don't want to do things the traditional way. I want us to be together. You're doing a huge business venture, starting off your own firm and who knows maybe you'll be really busy and I just thought—"

"Yes," Harry said.

"I'm sorry, what? Yes?" Draco wasn't sure he'd heard Harry correctly.

"I think it's a good idea. Being non-traditional and together." Harry smiled at Draco and kissed him again. Draco pulled Harry in—his hand on Harry's lower back—holding on to the man with dear life as though if he'd let go…he might just disappear.

"It's crazy and we might not work out…" Draco looked at Harry again; just to be sure that Harry knew what he was doing.

"Yeah…but we can't deny destiny," Harry teased and Draco leaned in and bit on Harry's ear. "Ow…"

"That's my new thing now," Draco said. "Every time you tease me, that's what I'm going to do."

"Well, I'm afraid I'll be teasing you a lot."

"Then, I'm afraid, you'll get your ears bitten off," Draco joked. They began to move to the music again, slowly forgetting everyone around them.

..

The next day, Draco went off to the airport to take his flight back to London. Harry went with him.

"What are you going to tell your parents?" Draco asked, dreading having to announce to his parents about his plans to move and live with Harry.

"Not sure, I'll figure it out once I'm there. You?" Harry asked and Draco laughed.

"I might have to rent out a place right away, before you get there. Then we'll go house hunting," Draco said and leaned in to kiss Harry. "I don't want to worry about anything else right now. Let me just enjoy being with you."

"You're saying that now, but you'll get sick of me once I'm back."

"I don't think so."

"Are you going to go look around at all before I get there?" Harry asked, as they reached the security check point at the airport. It was the last time they'd see each other for a few weeks.

"I'll see, send you pictures, and all." Harry nodded and Draco kissed him again for the last time. "I'll send you pictures of myself as well," Draco teased.

"Naked pictures!"

"And we'll have phone sex."

"Ooh phone sex!"

Draco laughed hysterically at Harry's interest in phone sex. Any sadness he had expressed in his eyes was quickly replaced with lust. "You're adorable, you know that?" Draco asked and Harry nodded. "And humble too…"

..

Telling his parents hadn't been as difficult as Draco had imagined once he'd made up his mind. His mother was more upset, yet more supporting than his father, which didn't surprise Draco all that much.

He managed to pack up his flat and moved into a one bedroom studio above Pansy's flat for a month. When Harry would return, they'd stay there until they found a better place together.

Most people that Draco told thought that he'd gone mad. According to them he "barely knew Harry," and that they thought the relationship was going to be doomed in no time. Draco didn't know if they were right or wrong and he didn't want to know. All he knew was that he couldn't simply live in apprehension and the fear of what the future might bring, or, he could simply choose happiness instead.

THE END.

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