A/N: Sorry for the long delay in posting. I was updating the fic 'Since when?' and then I had some bad news regarding my mum. I'm still trying to deal with that and I'm not sure how often I can update, but I'll do my best. It will still be regular – I promise. Just not as often as before.

Chapter Six - Last Chapter

After doing some research into divorce cases with abuse as a factor, Harry and Draco enjoyed a delicious dinner. They were now relaxing in the living room.

Draco fixed Harry with an intrigued stare, "So, you have that oval shaped scar. You said it was a story for another time, well I wish to hear it." Draco kindly asked.

He wanted to know all about Harry, what scars he had and how he had them – was a part of what he wanted to learn.

Harry sighed, "None of my scars have any fond memories attached. But I will tell you, because I want to. It will be nice to talk about them I suppose."

He shifted and made himself more comfortable, "During that awful seventh year, Hermione and I were searching for Horcruxes. Hermione and I narrowly escaped from Voldemort's snake in Godric's Hollow. Sometime during the fight, the locket Horcrux that I was wearing around my neck attached itself to the skin on my chest and resisted detachment to the point that Hermione had to use a Severing Charm to remove it. Hence the oval-shaped scar over my heart – locket shaped."

Draco stared at Harry with a mixture of emotions swirling in his eyes, "Fuck" was all he managed to say.

Harry chuckled, "Pretty much yeah".

Harry thought he might as well get all the 'how I got this scar' stories out in one go. He rolled up his sleeve and showed Draco his arm.

"This one is feint, but still there. By the time dittany was applied it was too late to heal completely. I got it during the return of Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew slashed my arm with a knife in order to obtain my blood. My blood was used as an ingredient in the dark potion that returned Voldemort to his body." Harry shuddered at the memory of that night.

Draco ran his fingers lightly over it, "Fourth year" He sounded shocked.

Out of all his scars, the next one was his most hated. He stuck out his right hand, the back of his hand facing upwards, under Draco's face. Draco looked at it frowned and looked up at Harry.

"I don't see anything?" he quietly said.

Harry looked at him, clenched his hand, "Look again. Closer."

Draco did and then inhaled sharply.

"Fifth year. Umbridge gave me detentions and during them she made him write lines with a Blood Quill, which used my own blood as ink. As a result, I was left with scars on his right hand reading 'I must not tell lies'. The words turn white when I clench my hand." Harry unclenched his hand and put his hand out of Draco's sight.

"So that's it really. Apart from the famous lightning bolt scar and few minor battle scars." Harry felt better for sharing that with Draco. He didn't go into detail, he didn't feel like it. But at least Draco knew Harry trusted him enough to tell him.

Draco watched Harry silently, then he climbed into Harry's lap. Straddling him. He unbuttoned Harry's shirt, slowly and with care. Once he had the shirt fully unbuttoned, he slipped it off Harry's shoulders and removed it completely.

He looked up at Harry and kissed him gently and slowly on his lips. Before the kiss could intensify, he lowered his head and kissed the oval shaped scar. Then he trailed kisses across his chest, shoulder and down his arm. Stopping at the scar from Voldemort's return, and kiss along it. Then he kissed down his arm and picked up his hand. Kissing over 'I must not tell lies', finally he turned his hand over and placed a single kiss to his open palm.

A soon as Draco turned his head back to face Harry, Harry gripped onto his face either side and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Pulling back from the kiss, Draco climbed off Harry and sunk to his knees in front of him.

Harry looked down at him in a state of disbelief, not willing to voice his assumption. Draco wanted to build up Harry's arousal, so instead of ripping Harry's pants off and taking his penis into his mouth, Draco started off slow.

Keeping eye contact, he lowered his hand to Harry's crotch, outside of his jeans and he gently massaged him through his trousers. As well as stroking him with one hand, he undid Harry's trousers with the other. Once undone he helped Harry take them off, as well as his tight fitted boxers.

He started stimulating around Harry's legs and groin area. Massaging, kissing and nipping his thighs. He looked up at Harry before he finally took him into his mouth.

Harry moaned softly and slumped back against the sofa. Draco has licked, sucked and kissed the whole of Harry's cock. Draco had lavished lots of saliva all over Harry's erection. Making the blow job wet, however Draco knew from experience that this meant that it's going to feel a lot more luscious and sensual, meaning Harry's orgasm will feel a lot stronger and more enjoyable when he does come. The wetter the better! Draco randomly thought as he licked from tip to base.

His hands never stopped moving, they were rubbing, caressing and touching Harry's thighs, legs, stomach and balls.

Harry had one hand entwined in Draco's hair and the other was holding Draco's shoulder. He was watching Draco through half closed eyes, looking down at him with lazy smile, hanging on his lips.

Draco was swirling his tongue over the head and licking the sensitive area, then he began sucking and Harry only managed a few moments. Then the grip on Draco's shoulder increased and his hair became even more tangled in Harry's hand. Harry bucked his hip, moaned and came. Draco continued until Harry had stopped moaning and his body became still once again.

Draco sat back onto the sofa with grace, watching as Harry remained slumped against the sofa. Naked from the waist down and a grin spread across his face.

Draco leaned in kissed him, he couldn't resist – he looked damn adorable.

X

Within a few weeks Draco and Harry had fallen into a nice routine, enjoying meals together, working on Draco's case and experimenting with one another. Neither asked 'what does this mean?' nor 'where is this going?', instead enjoying it and each other's company.

Draco had received an owl from his solicitor stating when the case would be held, it was now only a week away. Draco had declared he would be pleased when it was all over, so he could step out of the house. He didn't leave Harry's, he didn't want to bump into Astoria or risk her figuring out he was staying at Harry's.

"Draco, I'm going to the shop down the road. I won't be long." Harry had told Draco as he made a cup of tea. Harry kissed him.

"Can't I come?" he whined.

"No, last thing you need is the press photographing us and then declaring your whereabouts to Astoria. Sorry. Not long until it will be over." Harry reasoned.

Draco frowned, "Why don't you send Kreacher?" he knew he sounded like a sulky child, but he hated being trapped in this house.

Harry kissed him again, "Because it is a muggle shop. I don't think Kreacher can go in and not draw attention." Harry chuckled.

"I'll only be about ten minutes" he added, kissing him one more time before leaving.

Draco had just made another cup of tea, when a knock sounded at the door. Harry would just apparate in, or use his key. I wonder if I should answer.

Another knock. Sod it, I'll go see. Draco cast a spell that made a peep hole in the door and he looked out.

Stood on the doorstep was a handsome man, with dirty blond hair and pale skin. Draco opened the door and arched an eyebrow. He had an inkling about the man's identity, but he waited for him to confirm it.

"Oh. Can you get Harry for me?" the man asked with a slight American accent.

The famous Joshua. Draco didn't feel like helping him.

"No I can't." He drawled.

Joshua bristled, "And why not?" he snapped.

"Why should I tell you?" Draco coolly replied.

"Because I am his…I'm an old friend" his voice wavering.

"Who are you anyway?" Joshua demanded, adding "Harry's latest squeeze I'd bet"

Draco sneered at him, "That is none of your business." He went to shut the door but Joshua stopped him.

"Can I see him? Please" he asked.

"No. He's not in." Draco admitted.

"I bet your just saying that. Harry – Harry" Joshua called, over Draco's shoulder.

"I said he's not in, now get lost before I lose my temper." His voice deadly.

However Draco didn't have to follow through on his threat. Harry was walking back towards the house, he stopped at the bottom of the steps leading to the front door.

"Joshua?" he asked uncertain, he had only seen the back of his head and a slight fraction of his face.

Joshua spun around, "Harry. Oh wonderful."

Harry grimaced and walked up the steps and past Joshua. He stopped when he reached Draco, standing as a united front. He looked down at Joshua, "What do you want?" Harry icily asked, barely keeping his anger at bay.

Joshua ignored Draco and looked at Harry instead, "I want to apologise for the way I behaved. How I treated you and talk about how things ended. May I come in?"

Harry took a calming breath, "Apology accepted. No, you may not come in and if you try to contact me, I will answer with my wand." With that Harry took hold of Draco's hand, marched into the house and shut the door.

"What do you think he really wanted?" Draco asked, not believing Joshua's innocent act.

Harry shrugged, "I don't care. He can rot for all I care." Harry said, without bitterness.

"Do you think he wants you back?" Draco wasn't sure if what they had was enough to prevent Harry from returning to someone he loved.

Harry placed his hands on Draco's shoulder and looked him in the eye, "He can want all he likes. I am not taking him back. I don't love him anymore. Besides I rather like what we have, whatever it is. I'm not going ruin that. Well unless you no longer want it?" He asked uncertain.

Draco sent Harry a grateful smile, "I want it. You. Whatever this is – I want all of it."

Harry grinned, "Good. That's settled then. Come on let me show you how much I want you" he said mischievously.

X

The divorce case only lasted one day, at first it seemed that it wasn't going to go in Draco's favour. But then Draco's solicitor took the stand and mentioned that Draco had no wand, no reason treat Astoria as she claimed. As evidence clearly showed that she had control of their finances. Then Harry took the stand and no one dared claim Harry was lying.

However they had his memory of the night Astoria was arrested, also the records of previous injures that St Mungo's held. The evidence clearly showed that Astoria claim that it was Draco abusing her was a lie and in fact it was the other way around. The divorce was granted, Draco's finances returned to him and Astoria was to be sentenced for domestic abuse.

As Draco left the court room with Harry, he thought about how liberating it felt walking down the corridor towards the exit knowing that she was now someone else's problem. That he was free, he had his wand, his money and his freedom. All thanks to the man stood next to him.

Draco stopped Harry by touching his wrist gently. They were in the auditorium and many witches and wizards were gathered there and walking through.

Draco didn't know how to express his gratitude to Harry, so he did the one thing he knew would let Harry know exactly what he felt. With one hand on his hip, the other he lifted to the side of Harry's face, he looked up at Harry to see if he would object. He saw nothing but acceptance in his features and eyes. So he met Harry half way and kissed him, in full few of the Ministry workers, visitors and press.

His life had took a huge turn in a matter of months and now he was about to start a part of his life that he knew, was the start of something huge.

- The End -

A/N: Sorry if ending seems rushed. I had always planned to end it this way, just maybe not as quick.