**Sorry about the re-upload. I forgot this was first-person POV. Silly me, right?**
DRACO'S POV:
Weasley and Granger walked in, finding me once again sitting by Harry's bed. Granger stood behind me, while Weasley just sat on the other side of the room, bandages wrapped thick around his leg, and patches all over his face and neck. He was lucky to only have a broken leg and a scratched face after being hurled out of one of the ballroom's massive windows. Granger managed to escape with only a scratch. Harry was scratch-free, except for the weird burns on his palms, but the reason he was still in a potion-induced sleep was on the inside, not outside.
The Healers called it a long complicated name, but one Healer explained that it was simply nicknamed a Trauma Attack. They said that somehow Voldemort's death triggered Harry's mind and body to feel sixteen years of pain and suffering all at once. Another Healer told me that I should thank my lucky stars that I Splinched myself, because if I didn't, Harry would have probably gone home, exhausted beyond reasoning, and then collapsed as his heart gave out under the assault of his pain.
I was lucky that Harry's wand, not Harry, Apparated us when it did. The Healers had told my mother that I was almost completely gone. It took hours and hours of potions and spells just to make me start breathing again. It took two days for me to wake up, my entire chest buried under bandages and skin-sewing salves.
Now, all I needed was a sling to hold my arm so I wouldn't mess up the thin layer of cloth protecting my new grown skin from damage. The cuts and gashes from my Aunt Bellatrix's artistic form of torture had healed long ago.
"Have you eaten today, Draco?" Granger asked, sounding as exhausted as the rest of us.
"When did you two last visit?" I replied.
"Two days ago. Ron and I had to finish our statements to the Aurors, and we didn't get home until late." I blinked in surprise. It hadn't felt like two days. The entire time I had just sat here, holding Harry's hand, waiting for the Healers to wake him up. Just like I've been sitting here for a little over two weeks, after being released from care. "Draco," Granger sighed, irritated. "Are you honestly telling me you haven't ate for two days?"
"No, I didn't eat because I wasn't aware two days had passed." She huffed, slapping my uninjured shoulder.
"You've already nearly killed yourself once. Are you trying to finish the job?!" She stormed out of the room, shrilling for Harry's Healer.
"Don't tell anyone I said this," Weasley said, chuckling. "But she reminds me of my mom more and more every day." I smirked, getting used to the shaky friendship Weasley and I were forming.
"Found a house with fifteen bedrooms yet?" I joked. "You need all the room you can get if another clan of Weasleys is on the horizon." To my surprise, Weasley laughed. A loud, unrestrained bark of laughter that lit up his bandaged face. When he looked back at me, his shoulders were no longer tense and there was a warm, friendly glow to his face.
"No, we haven't, but I think that I might try a house with only two bedrooms, maybe three if Hermoine wants to." He trailed off, looking away. He turned his attention to a loose edge on his leg bandage.
"Are you two, um, a thing yet?" He looked up at me. "I may not be in the Gryffindor grapevine, but the two of you have been undressing each other with your eyes since fourth year." He smiled, then shook his head.
"No, Draco, we're not." He scratched the back of his neck, shooting a pining look to the door. "I haven't had the nerve to make a move, and after all this..." he trailed off, gesturing towards Harry. That ended the conversation, since I couldn't take my attention off of Harry.
Granger came back a while later, carrying a tray piled with food. A flustered Healer followed her in, glaring at the back of her head before walking over to Harry's prone form. "Well, Mr. Malfoy, I see you're causing quite a fuss among Mr. Potter's family. May I ask why you're not eating?" I rolled my eyes at the forced, sugar-coated tone of the Healer's voice.
"I didn't realize it's been so long since I ate." Granger set up the tray of food next to me, then shoved a sandwich into one hand and pumpkin juice in the other.
"Less talking, more eating, Draco." She asserted. I took a small bite of the stale, almost tasteless sandwich.
I had two more bites and a sip of juice before I continued, "If I have to wait any longer for Harry to wake up, I am going to need a complimentary house elf." The Healer forced a kind smile, but I could see the irritation in her eyes.
"Not to worry, Mr. Malfoy. Your patience is being rewarded. Mr. Potter is about to be taken to the Recovery Ward to be woken up. In a few hours, he'll be ready to go home." My heart lept in my throat and Weasley shot out of his chair. Granger squealed in excitement before forcing another sandwich my way, glaring at me until I ate that, too. I choked down a mouth full of bread when more Healers came in a rolled Harry's bed away. I got up in time to see him exit the ward, the lights reflecting off of his skin, pale in this harsh light.
HARRY'S POV:
Walking through the front door of Grimmauld Place, I sighed in complete relief. Draco was at the other end of the hall, dropping our luggage and stretching his tired muscles. "It's really something when you're given permission to take the year off from Hogwarts." He smiled as he rifled through the bag before retrieving the ocean-blue wand. He came over to me, holding it out. "It was smart to buy another wand before you came to get me. I'm sorry I took your wand, Harry. I never thought that it would end up broken." I took it from him, feeling the wood pulse in my grip, the wand gradually growing hotter. I glared at it when it started to singe the gauze still wrapped around my palms. Draco noticed the wand's resistance.
"That is such an odd wand, though. It doesn't seem to connect to you. You really should have browsed Ollivander's collection, Harry. Don't get me wrong," he said, taking it back to observe it. "it is a very powerful wand, but you can't be the owner if it fights you every step of the way."
I smiled, watching the light reflect off the white, hair-thin fractures radiating from the tip. Of course it would fight me, or cause me pain, why wouldn't it? "Draco, this isn't my wand." His brows furrowed in confusion as he inspected the wand. "I had Ollivander make it from the wood of an alder tree and the feather of a sick pheonix." I paused, measuring Draco's reaction. He still didn't get it. "The feather's power is phenomenal, especially in the hands of its owner. The blue of the wood signifies its innate ability to protect its owner from water, and to protect him with water, so that he no longer has to fear it."
Draco laughed, turning it in the light. I smiled again when I noticed his grip tighten on the handle. "And yes, it is powerful. It's almost as powerful as the wizard I bought it for, the one who became a pheonix long enough to shed a feather for it." Draco's head shot up, his eyes wide. He looked from me to the wand, then back at me, before a smile grew on his face. Not a smirk, or a polite grin, but a radiant, bright smile that shone in his eyes and made Harry's heart burst with emotion. "I bought it for you, Draco, to protect you when I can't because now that I have you, I can't lose you."
"Harry," Draco said, stunned. "Harry, I...I don't-" His mouth opened and closed, fighting for the right words to say. After a while, the silence was starting to get to me.
"Draco?" I asked, concerned. His smile gradually slipped away as he traced the pattern of the bright white cracks through the tip. "Draco, it's just a Christmas present. I just wanted to replace your wand since it's my fault that you lost the hawthorn, and I thought that you would like something to protect you from water so you would be able to face your fears. I thought you would like that I took the time to find one of your feathers for it and that I actually researched wand lore so I could order the perfect one." I couldn't stop rambling, but he wouldn't look at me. He stared reverently at the wand in his hands, so I pulled my Christmas present from my pocket, shoving it in his line of sight. "And then you left this for me, and it's the greatest gift I could have ever got, and," I sighed, deflated, "Draco, please, say something."
Draco shook his head, testing his grip with the blue wand. He swished it back and forth in a complex figure eight motion. Smoke patterns that swirled like water floated through the air, then vanished with a crack. Pressure surrounded my third finger on my left hand, before it centered into a cold ring at the base of my finger. When I looked down, I saw a plain silver band with a thin pattern of gold knots swirling through it. I looked up and he was smirking. "Marry me, Potter."
My heart felt like it was going to explode in shock. "What?!" I blurted stupidly.
"Marry me." he repeated, unfazed.
"I-I, um, what?" I spluttered. He laughed, a quiet, warm chuckle, but it still made my breath hitch. His eyes warmed until it was no longer inviting, but predatory. He moved closer to me, and even though we weren't touching, I could still feel heat pulsing from both him and his new wand. I shivered, goosebumps rising on my skin.
"I want you, Potter. Now, later, from here until the end of time. I want your brilliant arse, and I will want it every day of my life, anytime, anywhere. Marry me, so I can go ahead and start, or I will make your life a living hell." His smirk sent my pulse racing. He had me backed up against the wall, pinned in the main hall of Grimmauld Place.
I swallowed past my dry throat, and found my voice. "Ok. I mean, yes. Merlin!"
Draco smiled briefly, before slamming his lips into mine. I took his hips with bruising force, pulling his body into mine. He groaned, wrapping one hand around my back, and the other around the side of my neck, after tossing his wand into the living room. "Bedroom?" I gasped, breaking the kiss. He chuckled, placing open-mouthed kisses down my neck. My head was spinning.
"I want to try something first," he mumbled against my throat. His hands slid down to where my hands had his hips and he laced his fingers through mine, gripping tightly.
"What?" I asked. He just smiled, but then I felt a warm pulsing heat seep through the bandages on my palms. The heat made the burns underneath sear with a familiar fire. I looked over Draco's shoulder, and saw the wand glow brilliantly at the tip, before the world swirled away in sounds and colors.
DRACO'S POV:
When we Apparated to the bedroom, I couldn't help myself. My hands were all over Harry, ripping away clothes, throwing those ridiculous glasses to the side, and throwing Harry onto the bed. I hurried in taking my own clothes off before straddling Harry's waist
His brilliant green eyes shone in the dim light, making me pause. Merlin, this man was gorgeous! "Why do you still wear glasses?" he asked. Harry took my hands in his, kissing the knuckles.
"I won't for long. I made an appointment with a Healer to get my eyes fixed. When I recover from this, I'll start the treatments." I felt my face split in another grin. I couldn't remember a time when I smiled so much, besides Issy.
"You're amazing, you know that, Potter?" Harry smirked, shockingly similar to mine.
"So I've heard. I am the Boy Who Lived, you know? But I'm not shite compared to the Snake Slayer?"
"Snake Slayer?!" We broke out into a relieving laugh, finally a weight lifted off of both of us. We could now live. We could now have normal, quiet lives.
"I don't know. There is no telling what the Daily Prophet will call you." A sour note struck inside me.
"Well, traitor comes to mind. There's no telling when the center of a story is a Malfoy." I grimaced. Harry shook his head, pecking my lips.
"Well, they better get used to it. I mean, if Harry Potter has no problem becoming a Malfoy, then they shouldn't have a problem being nice to one." The truth of those words rang through us, filling our chests with joy.
Harry gasped as a wave of magic whirled around him, like a ripple in a pond. I groaned, dropping my head. Harry's cock was hard and slick, and when I positioned himself over him, he noticed my entrance was slick, too. I sank onto Harry's cock. Harry had to grip my hips and bite into his lip to keep from coming. I didn't stretch myself. Merlin, I was tight!
"Oh, Draco! Oh, bloody hell, Draco!"
My face twisted into a concentrated scowl. I squeaked in pain once or twice before I was fully seated in Harry's lap, every inch of his cock stretching my channel.
"Oh, Merlin's balls, Harry! I feel every inch of you! Oh, fuck!" We sat there as my body adjusted. Harry could feel the intense heat and pressure on his cock, and it was driving him insane. I struggled to take in a strong breath, but the throbbing heat of Harry's cock was making it very hard to concentrate. My body was screaming to move, to grind, to do something!
Harry's hands slid around to grip my arse, before he started to move. I cursed as stars exploded behind my eyes and my head went completely fuzzy. All I could think, all I could say was, "Harder!"
Everything was a desperate chaos of skin, grunts, and thrusting. All Harry and I could do was hold on as every emotion of this past year burst inside of us.
"I thought you were dead!" Harry cried as he thrust against my prostate. I cried out, before gripping Harry's mess of hair, clinging to him.
"All I could, oh yes, like that, all I could think was you had to live. Oh, Harry!" My body clenched around Harry's cock. Harry howled as it pushed him over the edge. He grabbed my hips again as he thrust as hard as he could, one, two, three more times before the world around us exploded in a white-hot blast. One more thrust and I screamed Harry's name as I came on to his chest.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, but we couldn't bring ourselves to care. Those raw emotions were still pulsing through us, then I noticed tears dripping from Harry's eyes. "Harry," I said, alarmed. Harry shook his head, smiling.
"Don't worry, Draco. You know me, I was always the emotional sort." Harry laughed half-heartedly, wiping away the wetness around his eyes. "I did think you were dead though. Everyone had already given up on you."
"But you didn't. Why does that not surprise me?" I smirked. I felt high on the afterglow. I wished this feeling would never end. "I thought I was going to lose you, too. It was nearing a month and they wouldn't tell me anything except 'He's tired.' It drove me mad." Harry shivered. I smiled before reaching down to retrieve the quilt that was kicked into the floor. I covered us both, before pulling Harry into my arms.
"Promise me you won't tie me to the headboard and disappear?" We laughed, then I pulled Harry's lips to mine, sharing a deep kiss. When I pulled away, Harry tried to follow, his eyes foggy. I chuckled.
"I promise not to disappear, but tying you to the headboard sounds fun."
Harry chuckled, too. "Prat. So, think I should Floo Ron and Hermoine and invite them over for an engagement party?" Harry was just joking, but my smirk stopped him.
"Maybe, but not tonight. Ron finally managed to make a dinner date with Hermoine. And if he took the ring I helped pick out, then we might have to throw a party for them, too." Harry stared, stunned. I couldn't help but kiss him again.
"Don't worry, Potter. Everything is going to be fine." Harry propped his head on his hand, and looked me in the eye.
"What makes you think you're right?"
"I may have had one or two visions. After all, you are marrying a Seer." I pushed Harry onto his back, taking advantage of his adorable confusion to slide my cock into his slick, stretched entrance, making Harry cry out in surprise. I smirked again. I love magic! I thought.