With Darkness as Our Blanket

- by BiSciFiGuy –

Pairing: Harry p. & Draco M.

Genre: Drama/Romance

Rating: M (Violence and Gay Themes)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or character histories or places or anything except my own plot. No copyright infringement is intended. I am not responsible for any underage readers who come across this story.

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A/N: Special thank you to TaraJo, funnyducky, Noddy11feb and PhoenixGirl24, without your support I'd have given up already. ;-)

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Chapter 10: Revelations: Part One

When he woke up Harry wouldn't be quite sure why it had happened again, perhaps it was just time for him to remember again or perhaps it was because of everything that had happened in the previous twenty four hours, perhaps he'd never know why. Whatever the reason however, for the first time since he and Draco had started sleeping together Harry was dreaming again, not just any dream but the same dream he'd had for months, the same familiar absolutely horrific stream of pictures flowed out of his mind and pooled in his subconscious.

Lucius Malfoy was dead, he'd just confirmed that, but many others were dead too. He could hear people crying out and moaning and yelling around him but he didn't care, the only people he could think of were his friends, those he loved most of all the people in the hall.

"Draco!" He yelled as he stumbled through the dust and the huge pieces of roof that lay scattered on the floor.

"Hermione!" He kept searching for them but he heard no answer.

"Ron!" He tried again, calling out their names in turn until finally he heard a reply, someone was calling his name and he turned left to follow it.

"Harry, Harry, over here". Harry finally pinpointed the voice and made his way towards it, the same voice cried out several seconds later, it was a deep anguished cry, something Harry had only ever thought animals capable of. He rushed forward and saw them, they were both covered in dust, their faces, clothes and hair all turned light brown by the debris from the roof. Then it was Harry's turn to cry out as he saw them tumble to the floor. When he realised that he'd almost lost his first friend he too dropped to his knees and felt tears burst from his eyes. He carefully tried to pull himself up off the floor but his arms felt too weak and his legs refused to lift his body.

"Hermione!" He cried out, hoping his voice would carry all the way to the fallen couple. He started getting up again and felt an arm slide under his shoulders, pulling him up, helping his legs support him. He turned his tired eyes towards this person and happiness momentarily overshadowed the pain, the horror and the fear.

"Draco?"

"Harry, come on. We have to get our of here. The rest of the roof could fall at any moment".

"We can't we have to help Ron and Hermione".

"Harry, its too late to help..." Draco's words were drowned out as the roof gave way and crashed down. Harry had his wand out in a second but he couldn't think of a spell and he watched, frozen by fear, as huge boulders tumbled down towards the people below, he caught one more glimpse of Ron and Hermione before the gigantic slabs slammed into the ground. From somewhere he heard someone yell Latin words but he knew it was too late and he let Draco drag him from the hall.

Harry awoke with a start, almost bolting from the bed. He calmed almost immediately however, as he was dragged back to the safety of reality when Draco stirred and he felt the blonde's warm breath blow out across his chest. He looked down at the pale man who was nestled in the crook of his arm and he felt his heart slow back to something that resembled a normal rate. Draco was still asleep and had missed the entire dream episode. His head was comfortable resting on Harry's chest and the brunette smiled down at him, the horrible dream completely pushed from his mind. All he could think about was his lover and what they were planning to do that day. He took Draco in as he carefully caressed the light blonde wisps of hair, they were so delicate but there were so many of them, thousands upon thousands of strands made up the platinum layers, Harry couldn't resist running his hands through it more roughly, wanting to feel it slide silkily through his fingers.

Draco stirred again at the movement and gently pulled himself up from Harry's chest to lift his sleep glazed grey eyes to stare into Harry's emerald eyes.

"Good morning beautiful". Harry whispered through a smile.

"Ugh, you have morning breath, you know that?"

"Yeah, real romantic Draco, but so do you". Draco looked shocked and lifted his hand to his mouth. In all honestly Harry knew that Draco never had morning breath, it was probably some kind of spell the Slytherin had used to keep himself all prim and proper.

"I'm kidding, you smell like a spring morning".

"Thank you". Draco whispered and shifted his body forward to plant a soft kiss on Harry's lips. Harry returned the almost peck and pulled his arm tightly around Draco. He held on to the Draco for several seconds before he actually remembered what had happened the previous night and he looked down at the pale, hairless chest. Seeing the three almost invisible scars that were the only proof of their ordeal.

"You look well this morning". Harry said as he carefully shifted himself down the bed to get a closer look at the scars. He noticed that Draco was a little less pale, though he still had the telltale, unnatural whiteness that reminded them of the lost blood. Harry couldn't help but roll over towards Draco and settle between his legs. He rested his head on the blonde's stomach for a moment before looking up into those steely eyes. He lifted his head slowly and placed a soft kiss on the highest little round scar, just below the pink left nipple and the movement sent a ripple of pleasure through Draco. The wounds didn't hurt anymore but they were still tender and sensitive, sensitive enough to cause great stimulation Harry noticed. Draco became hard in what seemed like seconds, his cock glowing in an almost perfect arc until it stood proudly pointing into the air and brushing against Harry's chest. Harry leaned forward, feeling the heed of Draco's tumescent flesh rubbing against his chest hair and he saw Draco shiver again. He smiled suggestively as he lowered his head to kiss the second scar.

"Oh Merlin Harry, please… Oh… please stop". Draco groaned but even though his words begged Harry to stop, the pale hands that that tangled themselves in the black hair made certain Harry didn't obey the words. And disobeying rules was something Harry was good at.

He dared to take a nip at the second scar, just above Draco's navel, his teeth grazed the skin ever so lightly but it made Draco's body arch upward beneath Harry's ministrations and they both gasped. Harry couldn't resist any more and he shifted down towards the foot of the bed, making sure his lover's pale engorged cock brushed against his chest as much as possible. Draco groaned and writhed beneath him and Harry couldn't help but feel pride rush up in him, he loved seeing Draco this way, seeing him beg for more, seeing him give way to absolute pleasure but most of all Harry loved seeing Draco completely unguarded, when he was having sex he became a completely different person, as though the walls he had been forced to build as a child all came down and he became nothing more than his erection and the impending orgasm.

"Harry, more, oh Merlin… I… I need more". And Harry complied, he trailed his tongue down the line of hair that made it's way down Draco's stomach form his navel to the pulsating flesh between his legs. He stopped at the final round scar, it was just above the light pubic hair and Harry bit this one as well. Draco let out a loud groan that ended in a strangled yelp as Harry bit the scar a second time before kissing it gently. He carefully licked the scar then before pulling his lips away and blowing on the wet skin his tongue left behind. Draco's hands made their way back into his hair and tried to press his head down towards the throbbing flesh that begged for attention.

"Take me please, I… I can't take it anymore… Suck me please?" Draco kept begging, his eyes closed against the flood of pure sexual desire. Harry complied with a smile, nipping his way down Draco's hip, feeling the curly light hairs brush his lips as he pulled at the skin beneath them. He saw Draco's finger's twist the sheets into tight balls.

Harry watched his lover for a moment, poised just above Draco's pulsating core beneath him. Soon the waiting became too much for Draco and the grey eyes shot open to stare down at Harry, the blonde didn't have time to focus however, before his eyes had found Harry, the brunette lowered his mouth over Draco and he took the pale penis into his mouth. Slowly licking around the head, tasting the bitterness and feeling the warmth. Harry took as much of Draco into himself as he could, feeling the throbbing head touch the back of his throat. Draco cried out again as Harry made his vocal chords tremble, it was something Harry was pretty good at, even if he had to say it himself. He carefully pulled his head back, making sure to leave a thin sheen of spit on Draco's cock. He tilted his head and blew cool breath against the hot flesh and watched as goose bumps ran up the pale stomach and chest. He licked the underside of Draco's cock then, running the tip of his tongue up its length from the base to the tip before sucking the burning hot head back into his mouth. He probed the opening with the tip of his tongue as he ran his hand along the sharp hip bone. He felt Draco shiver beneath his hand and then his mouth was filled with the exquisite taste as Draco shot out into him. Harry swirled the warm, sticky wetness in his mouth before swallowing. He moved back beside Draco and looked down at him as the Blonde lay shivering, completely spent and weak beside him.

"That was incredible". Draco whispered as his eyes fluttered closed and he drifted off again.

Harry stayed watching for several more minutes before getting up and silently making his way to the kitchen. The apartment was mostly silent except for an odd humming sound that came from the kitchen. Curious Harry made his way down the hall and opened the door. Everything seemed normal in the kitchen except for the utterly strange picture that Seamus created. He was sitting on one of the four dining room tables in front of the open refrigerator and was staring into the white box as though trying to find something hidden behind the food. Harry approached him slowly and touched his shoulder. Seamus' body jerked and he seemed to come out of some kind of trance.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked and couldn't resist staring into the refrigerator himself, trying to find whatever it was that Seamus was looking for.

"I…" His friend blushed for a second but the coldness from the fridge blotted it out, "It helps me calm down, Molly suggested it". Harry nodded knowingly, Molly Weasley was known for her strange methods. He patted Seamus' shoulder and felt how cold the naked skin was.

"How long have you been sitting here?" Harry asked as he pulled out the milk, Seamus followed the movement.

"Since I got this morning's prophet when I got up".

"When was that?"

"Around eight". Harry looked at the clock and saw that it was almost ten o'clock.

"I think you need to come away from there, it can't be healthy. You've been there for two hours". Seamus looked up at him, his face shocked. Clearly he had not noticed how many hours had passed and Harry wondered what could have upset his friend that much. Seamus sighed and stared into the frozen wasteland in the fridge until Harry had finished making coffee –Harry still marvelled at how quickly he had become addicted to it. They sat at the dining table, each with a cup in hand staring at each other.

"I hear Draco is doing better this morning". Seamus whispered and Harry noticed how blue his friend's lips were and that the tough, muscled Irishman was shivering.

"What?" Harry asked and immediately blushed.

"Well, he must be better if he can make noise like what I heard a few minutes ago". Harry blushed again and tried to avoid Seamus' eyes.

"Yeah well, he looks pretty good. I think he might want to go through with the ceremony after all, but we might have to postpone till tomorrow".

"I don't think that'll be a good idea, you guys need to get something positive going on. There has been a lot of negative things going on". They both remembered the incident with Tai and Harry sighed.

"I think you might be right". He stood and reached into the drawer of the cabinet behind him and reached for the rings he'd bought. He and Draco had both thought it prudent to keep them in the apartment until the ceremony. He was about to take the rings out when he noticed an odd little object in the drawer, it was roughly pear shaped but about the size of a golf ball. He frowned at it curiously, as though expecting it tell him what it was, when the object made no attempt to tell him anything he reached in and took the rings. After staring at them for a moment he handed them to Seamus, who promptly explained that they were unnecessary for a wizard bonding.

"Yeah, I know, but I spent so much of my life believing I was a muggle that I want something muggle-ish in my wedding or bonding". Harry still couldn't get the wording right.

"I guess that's true, but wasn't the time you spent as a muggle just completely terrible for you?" Seamus asked wearily.

"Yeah, it was but if it weren't for my Aunt and Uncle and even my Cousin I would have had to live in the system, and who knows, my life might have been worse. Still, no matter how they treated me, I am still the person I am today largely because of the time I spent with them". Seamus nodded again and sipped his coffee. The colour had finally returned to his lips and he was only shivering periodically. Harry thought it a good time to approach the subject of the Daily Prophet. He'd seen it on the kitchen table but had not wanted to touch it for fear of what it might say and if it angered Seamus as much as it had, then he wasn't sure if he wanted to know what it said.

"What's in the Prophet?" Harry ventured and he saw the anger flare up behind Seamus' face again. The Irishman took several moment to breathe deeply before he answered.

"That Skeeter bitch had a field day with everything that happened last night". Harry sighed, he'd known it would be bad, he considered taking the paper and actually reading it but Seamus reached it first and flipped it open to show Harry a picture of the two of them Dancing in "the Red Serpent" with a blazing headline that read : "The chosen one has chosen… a man". Harry groaned and reached for it but again Seamus was faster than him and the Irishman began to rant about the article. Harry silently thanked his friend for sparing him the trouble of having to read the actual article.

"Listen to this". Seamus flicked the paper and read the second page.

"Apparently she saw you and me at "The Red Serpent" and that we were engrossed in each other like the "Love struck lovers that they clearly are" along with a bunch of other shit about us groping on the dance floor," He read the article silently until he could find something that outraged him again, "Oh, this is rich, she says that after she and a "Fellow reporter" approached us we had a lover spat and we stormed off". Harry saw Seamus' eyes bulged out of his head as he turned the page.

"Oh Merlin, she brought Cedric Diggory into it, what the hell does he have to do with anything?" Seamus looked over at Harry and Harry gestured for him to sit down. It was time for him to come clean to someone besides Hermione.

"In fourth year, while we were doing the Tri-Wizard Tournament Cedric and I sort of had a fling, or rather, a… a… a competition romance". There was no better way to describe it, Seamus stared at Harry before nodding for him to continue.

"We had these eggs, the ones we got form the Dragons and we had to try and find a way to read the clue that it was to give us. They could open if you turned a knob at the top but when they did this freakish screaming erupted from them. So then about a week before the challenge was set, Cedric came to me in the hall and he told me to go to the prefect's bathroom on the fourth floor and take a bath with the egg". Seamus frowned but kept his mouth shut.

"So I did and soon I figured out that if you held the egg under water then the screaming turned into singing. It was a song that the Mer-People sang and it was my next clue. When I came out of the water Moaning murtle was there and she terrorised me before vanishing into one of the toilets. I thought that since I knew what the egg was about I'd just stay in the water for a bit and I guess I fell asleep. When I woke up I felt someone in the bathroom, and when I lifted my head I saw Cedric was in the water with me and before I knew it he had me pinned in the corner of the bath and we were kissing and groping and… Well, the rest you can probably imagine for yourself right?" Seamus nodded, his anger seemed to have subsided.

"That's why his death was so much hell for you wasn't it. You loved him?"

"I don't think it was love, honestly, not like what I feel for Draco. It was much more of an infatuation. After all I went into that bathroom a virgin who merely wanted to listen to a singing egg…" Harry stopped for a moment as he realised how strange that statement actually sounded before he continued. "and when I came out I had been seduced by Cedric Diggory and I was no longer a virgin". Harry blushed as he looked not Seamus' eyes but his friend smiled comfortingly.

"So yeah, I did love him in some way, he was my first and one never forgets that". Both young men sighed.

Just over an hour later the four inhabitants of the apartment were sitting around the dining table having brunch, that day's Daily Prophet discarded and burned long before either Draco or Ginny had gotten up. Harry felt his nerves begin to quiver as he stared at the clock, Headmistress McGonagall would arrive within thirty minutes and they would start preparing for the ceremony, he felt as though her were going to explode, both with excitement and fear and guilt. He felt Draco's hand touch his where it rested on his knee beneath the table and the blonde smiled at him. Harry felt himself calm down a little, he could do it, he could get married to Draco he assured himself and felt the guilt overtake the other emotions he felt. It didn't really matter that he had the strength to marry the love of his life, the only thing that really mattered was that he was going to cause Draco so much pain. But he believed that Hermione was right, he had to do this, he deserved to be happy for the last eleven days of his life. He shivered as he realised how fast the time had passed, how little time he actually had left. He only hoped that Draco would be up to raising a child alone. As the dishes cleared themselves he felt a twinge in his left leg, it was a familiar feeling now but it frightened him. If he was beginning to feel the pain even while taking the potion twice a day it mean that he would have to increase the dosage again… and increased dosage meant that death was drawing ever closer to him, he could almost feel it lurking just around the corned of every wall, hiding beneath every loose scrap of paper or waiting patiently beneath his bed like some horror film monster or a hungry predator just waiting to strike at him and drag him away from the world of the living.

Harry wasn't afraid to die, he'd faced death many times over and had even had to actually die in order to fulfil his duty to the world, no, death wasn't what scared him, it was what awaited him after death. He liked to think that there was a place where all his loved ones, his parent, Sirius, Cedric, Dumbledore and even… were waiting for him but he still couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps there was nothing after life, nothing unless you made sure you became a ghost after death. He'd considered becoming a ghost many times since he'd heard he was going to die but was still unsure how to do it and he didn't want to travel to Hogwarts to speak to any of the ghosts there… He considered for a moment and realised that it might be a good thing to do, perhaps tomorrow he could go see Sir Nicholas and he could stop to see Hermione on the way as well.

A scratching sound drew him back to reality and he turned his head to the window to see an old spotted cat tapping at the window. He smiled as he recognised her and let her in by opening the window. She padded across the floor and smoothly turned back into her human form in the corner. Headmistress McGonagall stretched herself in a very cat like fashion and smiled at the group of ex-students before her as Harry took up position behind Draco, slipping his arms around the blonde's shoulders and in turn feeling Draco grasp his hands. She greeted Seamus and Ginny with a nod before turning to Draco and Harry.

"You boys sure caused a stir last night". She said as she sat down.

"What do you mean Professor?" Draco asked.

"Well, with Harry and Seamus' exploits regarding Rita Skeeter and that club they were in". Draco turned his face to Harry who simply shrugged. The Headmistress produced a copy of the Daily Prophet and handed it to the group. Ginny and Draco devoured the article while she continued.

"You incident made the paper too Draco, the press really had fingers in every pie don't they? And I'm afraid that they have gotten wind of your bonding ceremony". Harry groaned and looked at the old woman with startled eyes, he'd been so caught up in the first article he hadn't even noticed the rest and from the look on Seamus' face, neither had he.

"Thankfully, no one knows where it's going to take place so at least we will have privacy during the ceremony".

"Why didn't you apperate here like always Professor?" Harry asked.

"Well, apart from wanting to avoid a similar incident as last time I visited", At this both Harry and Draco blushed while Ginny and Seamus cast them questioning looks, "Also, the press has been hounding me all day for information about you, Seamus or Draco. Had I apperated then any one of those vultures could have traced my apparation trail. In my animagus form I and just as difficult to find as any other cat".

They sat for several minutes as they read the various articles about themselves. Draco was painted as a weak defenceless young man who couldn't even defend himself against a muggle (Something that pissed Draco off to no end) and it was also insinuated that he was dependant on Harry. Both Seamus and Harry were portrayed as heartless, cold sex fiends who would leave their respective lovers in a heartbeat for nothing more than the chance to have a clandestine sexual encounter in a gay club. Ginny was the only lucky one, well almost. Somehow it had completely escaped the notice of the press that she had been the one so save Draco's life and Rite Skeeter wrote that Ginny was a victim in the whole situation : "And where is poor Ginny Weasley, probably sitting alone at home awaiting the return from an apparently faithful boyfriend while he is out cavorting with Harry Potter and who knows how many other men". The group gave a collective sigh and looked at the Headmistress.

"Right, now that you have all had your fill of bad writing, let us get ready for the bonding ceremony". She stood and turned on her heel to march into living room, the group slowly made their way into the room behind her and at her gesture sat down on the couch.

"Now then, do you know how this works?" She asked in a tone that was familiar to all of them, they had heard it every time they'd entered her classroom and they suddenly felt like children again. Ginny was the only person who nodded, she being the only one to ever see an actual wizard bonding between two men. George had been bonded with Oliver Wood the year after Harry had finished at Hogwarts but neither he nor Draco had been able to attend the ceremony.

"Okay, I will explain then". The Headmistress said in her commanding voice and Harry felt himself sit up straight. The Headmistress went on to explain that the boys each needed a Channel, a person who would assist them in the bonding process. The Channel had to be someone with whom one had shared some kind of life changing experience, and thus Ginny became Draco's Channel while Seamus became Harry's. The Headmistress then went on to explain the entire ceremony and they chose a point for Harry and Draco to exchange the muggle rings. After the explanation the old witch sent them away in their Channel/ Bonded pairs to await her call.

"Are you nervous?" Seamus asked as he straightened Harry's black robes, it was less than five minutes before the ceremony was to start. Harry nodded and tried to push the hair back from his face but it was no use. The robes didn't really fit him all that well anymore, he'd last worn them to his graduation and his body had grown since then.

"Yeah, a bit". He was annoyed at how high pitched his voice sounded but as Seamus patted his shoulder he felt oddly brave.

"I think I can do this". He said.

In the guest room Ginny was having trouble with Draco. He'd had a panic attack about the ceremony and had locked himself in the closet and refused to come out.

"Draco, you can't go back into the closet once you're out of it the first time". She was at her wits end with him and had finally resorted to begging and bad jokes to try and coax him out from behind the door.

"I'm not coming out".

"Draco you have to, if you don't you guys will have to wait until tomorrow to get bonded".

"I don't care, I am not going out of this room looking like this". Ginny sighed guiltily. Draco was in the closet because of her, she had been the one to suggest he use that damn spell on his hair, she'd used it so many times and it had been fine for her. Apparently the spell had some quirks to it if you applied it to blonde hair instead of red and Draco had ended up with a bright pink stripe in his hair. He'd turned to her and she'd seen his chin quiver but had burst out laughing before she could stop herself. Draco had vanished into the closet and she'd heard the locking spell come into place before she could reach the door. Now she was sitting beside the door begging the blonde to come out.

"We'll just remove it with another spell, come on, it looks rather nice".

"I've been trying to get rid of it. None of the dye spells I know will cover it". Ginny sighed again and remained silent.

"Draco please. The colour of your hair isn't important. Harry isn't going to mind that you have a bright pink stripe in your hair, he's never cared about how people look. He loves you and no matter what you may think he will always love you, no matter what". She listened for a reply through the door but none came.

"Seriously Draco, just think about how much Harry loves you, remember the way he was at the hospital last night. You didn't see him before George took him in to visit you. He was insane with worry, you are the most important person in his life. Please, you have to know how good that is", memories of her own time as Harry's lover flooded into her mind, it had been so brief a period but she still remembered how utterly devoted Harry had been to her.

"Please come out Draco, do it for him". She heard scuffling behind the door and a second later the door opened.

The Headmistress was waiting for them when they stepped back into the living room. Harry dressed in the thick black robe over black jeans and a white T-shirt and sneakers. Draco wore the same black robes -though his did fit much better than Harry's- over green slacks and white T-shirt. Harry noticed the pink stripe Draco was sporting and was about to comment when he saw Ginny shake her head and he realised it was a wardrobe problem and not something intentional even though he did kind of like the new look. They stood in front of the Headmistress, Ginny and Seamus on either side of them. The old woman took out her wand and gestured for the rest of them to do the same.

"Now, please take up your Channel positions". She said and Ginny and Seamus stepped behind the couple. Harry felt Seamus' warm hand on his shoulders and he let out a shaky breath. Seamus gave him a gentle squeeze and Harry couldn't help but smile.

"Now, let us begin". The headmistress said and began reciting a spell with her eyes closed. Harry and Draco looked at each other for a moment and Harry felt Seamus give him another squeeze as the room began to vibrate. Headmistress McGonagall was calling forth every sing iota of her magic, collecting it all in order to perform the very difficult ceremony. She had explained that once she had gathered up her magic she would need to summon both boys' magic in the same way. After several minutes the Headmistress stopped chanting and everyone in the room could feel her power as it surged around them like waves that brought in the tide.

Her eyes opened and she reached out to the young men in front of her, Harry watched her hand approach and a second later it made contact with his chest. He felt something like boiling water exploding into his veins and he gasped, his eyes automatically shot in Draco's direction and he saw that the blonde was having a similar reaction.

"Ginny, Seamus, its time". She whispered and the two Channels embraced their friends at shoulder height.

"Harry, Now is the time for the two of you to exchange the muggle rings". For a moment Harry was unsure of what she meant, being so overwhelmed by the magic he felt pulsing through him. He and Draco both reached into their pockets and took out the rings. The had originally planned on proclaiming their love in traditional, muggle vows but the surges of power within them prevented all words. They reached out to each other and Harry felt how oddly hot Draco's skin was as he slipped the ring onto Draco's finger. He caressed the pale skin for a moment as he looked into Draco's pale eyes, Draco nodded and in turn slipped the golden ring onto Harry's finger with the same caressing gesture.

"Now boys, please take out your wands". The Headmistress' voice seemed to float towards them from a great distance and they had to strain their ears to actually hear what she was saying but they obediently took out their wands and she gestures for them to hold them out towards her. She gently taps each wand with the tip of hers.

"Now place them against your chests". Both Harry and Draco slowly position the tips of their wands against their chests. Harry feels a sudden coolness spreading out from the tip of his wand all over his body and he feels as though he could fall asleep right there.

"Slowly point your wand towards me again boys".

As they pull the wands away from their chests light flowing light follows, wispy waves of different coloured light flow out from their chests and begin to pool on the tips of their wands. The stings of light reminded Harry of the memories he'd seen pulled from Dumbledore's head during their sessions in sixth year. Soon the threads pull away completely and they watch as the threads condense into two bright orbs the size of tennis balls at the tips of their wands. The orb on Harry's wand is dark blue, flecked with grey and a few slithers of pink are visible too as he watches the orb roll and bubble like a storm cloud.

Draco too is staring at his own orb, most of it was the deepest shade of Dark Orchid purple he had ever seen and he felt fascinated as he looked into it's core. There were wisps of black and indigo in the swirling mass They appear and disappear like little ships tossed around on wild waves at sea.

"Turn to each other and lift your wands". Ginny and Seamus moves awkwardly along with their friends until the young men are facing each other and Professor McGonagall starts another spell, the whole while twirling her wand around the two unstable orbs. As the spell continues the orbs moved closer together of their own accord until they almost touched. A burst of energy floods through both young men and they gasp audibly. Harry notices the Professor smile at them before continuing with the spell. Several objects in the apartment start to lift of whatever it is they are standing and begin to fly around the room as though caught in a fierce wind but it goes unnoticed by the people in the room.

The Headmistress explains to the boys that they must place their orbs against their lover's chest. Harry watches as Draco brings the orb close to his chest as he does the same. The headmistress reaches out and pushes the tips of the wands against the opposite boy's chest. The orbs vanish inside the young men. Harry feels his head swim, out of clouded eyes he noticed Draco reeling the same way he is. And just as soon as it started the feeling passed and silence fell in the room, all was silent. Harry looked around and saw the Headmistress gesture something and he feels Seamus move away, across from him Draco is equally puzzled as Ginny lets go her grip on him.

From deep inside his stomach Harry feels a burning sensations start, it's not unpleasant like indigestion but it becomes warmer and warmed and grows until he can feel it pushing against his abdomen walls, against his ribs, it is about to bubble out of his throat. He looks up into Draco's eyes and sees his own discomfort mirrored in those steely eyes. They reached out for each other and Harry strongly pulled Draco into an embrace. Its as though the contact between them is a catalyst for whatever was going on inside them and the heat within suddenly exploded from them, it seemed to seep through their pores and surrounds them a bubble of swirling thundering colour. Blue, Black, Pink, Purple, and even White flashes around them before with an almost audible whoos-ing sound it pours back into both young men and leaves them gasping, on their knees on the floor in front of Headmistress McGonagall.

"As they say in muggle wedding ceremonies, you may now kiss your partner". She says proudly. Harry stares into Draco's eyes for a moment before pulling his lover close and placing a careful kiss on his lips. The can both feel the difference in their relationship now, there is a solid feeling in their hearts, a feeling of belonging to someone, of having given yourself to someone else completely, simply put it was a feeling of simple contentment.

After the ceremony was complete the group retreated to the kitchen and opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

"Merlin, what is this Mister Potter?" Headmistress McGonagall seemed like she wanted to spit out the mouth full of bubbling alcohol she'd drunk but composed herself in a second and swallowed, rather thickly but with much dignity.

"It's called champagne Headmistress, it's what muggles drink to celebrate important events". She frowned slightly and placed the glass on the table.

"I don't think it agrees with me". She smiled at them.

"I couldn't agree more". Draco proclaimed and placed his glass beside the old woman's.

"Come on now Draco, you said it yourself, the muggles have some good inventions". Harry pecked Draco's cheek playfully.

"This is not one of those great inventions Harry, quite frankly I think it is offensive". Draco pouted and with a rather childish flick of his wrist transformed the two glasses of champagne on the table into two goblets of fire whiskey.

"I think this will go down much better, thank you Draco". The Headmistress smiled at them again as she took a substantial swig from the goblet.

Several hours later she stood from the couch in the living room and turned to them. Her eyes were a bit watery as she looked down at them.

"I think it will be prudent for me to return tomorrow for the.. to perform the rest of the duties you requested of me?" Both Harry and Draco nodded.

"I am going to stop by St Mungo's to discuss the procedure with the fertility specialist, she is an old friend of mine and I'm sure she wont mind waiting till tomorrow to do it". With that said the old woman apparated with a gentle wave. Her goblet rattled on the table where she'd placed it the second before apparating, almost taking it with her.

"Come Draco, it's time for me to sweep my bride off over the threshold".

"I told you before Harry, I am not a damsel and I am most certainly not your bride". Draco moaned, slightly drunk but the fire in his eyes still blazing though it was clear he wasn't really angry.

"You'll just have to be for tonight, 'cause I always dreamed of carrying my bride to our bedroom and lets face it; You're it". And with that and several loud protests from Draco, Harry picked him up without much trouble and carried him towards the hallway, Draco beat playfully against his chest

"Let go of me you brute, you complete caveman". Harry quieted the feeble protests with a kiss and Draco lifted his arms around the brunette's neck and allowed himself to be carried down the hall, leaving Seamus and Ginny in the living room.

"Here we go lover boy". He proclaimed loudly as he flung open the door and made a show of stepping over the threshold. They made it to the bedroom, however they never had the chance to make it to the bed. He was thinking of all the dirty things they were about to do when he heard six familiar popping sounds. With Draco still in his arms he turned back towards the door.

"Harry, Draco, Run!" He heard Seamus shout and then saw an explosion of green light flash past his bedroom.

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A/N: I hope this chapter wasn't boring. If you like it so far, please tell me. If you don't like it… please tell me anyway. I thrive on feedback.

A/N 2: Anyway, depending on how busy my wonderfully insane friends keep me this weekend and if the Inspiration Fairy is kind to me then the next chapter should be up by either Sunday night or Monday.

A/N 3: Damn it! How many Author's Notes can one man write in a chapter, Geez!. *Throws up hands in Exasperation*