3. Aftermath, Adam Lambert (4:24, played ten times because I type a lot faster than I longhand (and try to longhand legibly) and this was like...5AM. After staying up all night.)

There was something to be said about a good, clean end to a war. Not that there was really much clean about it, but in the scheme of things, if at the end of the battle a Dark Lord is dead, that's clean.

There were many damages, of course. Harry saw so many families crying and wailing...he turns away in sorrow, but reminds himself that he can't be responsible for everyone. He couldn't. He can't. There were so many crying...he surveys the room. Mr and Mrs. Weasley, Andromeda, Ginny...all crying. Ron, Hermione, the Malfoy's. "What could they be upset about?" Harry muses, noticing all three of them were there relatively unscathed.

At that precise moment Draco looks up, gazing at Harry. Compelled, he approaches the teen. His grey, silver eyes, really, look...haunted was far too gentle a word for it, and Harry can see even from this distance his lips are turning blue. But what was there to be haunted about? He wasn't...there wasn't anything to fear anymore. Voldemort was dead.

"Draco?" Narcissa asks her son. "Draco?" When he continues to stare out, not blinking, not moving a muscle, his blue lips parted slightly to allow the movement of air but little else, almost screaming she calls his name again.

But still he stares ahead at Harry, motionless, frozen.

"Lucius!" Narcissa cries, grabbing his arm. "Draco!"

"Draco," Lucius says firmly. "Snap out of it." But still Draco remains motionless.

Harry curses the enormity of and the amount of people, both living and dead, that are in his way, in between him and his Draco.

Their fights escalated an enormous amount in school, until somebody threw a punch one day, alone in a corridor,. They had pushed past the boundaries, touching, feeling, moving against on another in perfect rhythm, It went from there.

Finally Harry reaches Draco's side, and sits next to where he's kneeling on the hard floor. His parents exchange glances but say nothing.

"Draco," Harry says quietly. Draco doesn't blink. "Draco, Draco, oi! Malfoy!"

Harry puts his hand on on Draco's cheek and he flinches, finally looking right at Harry. "Draco," Harry says again. "We're here." A single tear rolls down Draco's face.

"We're here," Draco repeats. "In the aftermath." He turns his entire face towards Harry's, searching his eyes. "Merlin, you're beautiful."

Harry starts, but smiles shyly. "I can't match to you." Draco attempts a smile, but instead he sobs. Harry's smile grows softer, and he opens his arms to Draco's trembling form. His tears run rampart down his cheeks, and Harry holds him tight, stroking his too-soft hair, like downy feathers, Harry thinks.

"It's okay. Yesterday is over with. Today...we'll take today together, okay? Don't think about yesterday. You'll be alright. We'll be alright. Together. Shh..." Harry makes soothing noises to Draco's sobbing and shaking, and Draco clutches his biceps while he buries his face in Harry's shoulder, caked with blood. "You don't have to be alone anymore. We're together. I promise."

Draco calms down under Harry's ministrations, and he shakily smiles. "No more hiding?"

"I wouldn't let you keep us behind more closed doors," Harry says. "As long as we have each other."

"We'll never be apart," Draco declares softly.

Narcissa senses the moment between her son and what she suspected to be her future son-in-law and tugs her husband away. She goes over to her estranged sister, and puts a hesitant hand on her back.

"I'm sorry," Narcissa says simply, and Andromeda grabs her for a hug which Narcissa returns in kind.

"You're a great-aunt," Andromeda says. "Teddy Lupin."

"He's one of us," Narcissa says. "Whatever he needs, he has. We'll get it, buy it, bribe it...whatever he needs."

"Teddy...we can't get him parents, Cissy!" Andromeda sobs. "Remus and Nymphadora...damn it!" She continues to sob.

Draco looks at Harry, simply gazing at him. "What is it?"Harry asks jokingly. "Something on my face?" Draco shakes his head.

"You're incredible," Draco says. "And I love you." Harry smiles, almost a smirk, and Draco lightly cuffs him. "Arrogance does nothing for you," he sniffs, and that's when Harry knows Draco will be okay, despite...all of the war, and everything that's happened.

"I know," Harry says. "I've been in love with you for...I love you." He kisses the drying tear tracks on Draco's face, eradicating them from existence. "I love you."

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Eleven Years Later:

"Da! Come on!" An excited voice calls to Harry. "What are you doing just standing there?"

"I know, I know, I'm coming Teddy," Harry says. He nods to Draco, walking a couple feet in front of him, oblivious. "I was just admiring the view."

Teddy pulls a ridiculous face and Harry laughs. "I hear about what you and Dad do. Uncle George told me," Teddy says. Draco turns at the shift in conversation and comes over.

"Uncle George did what now?" Draco asks dryly. "Do I need to beat him for it?"

"He told me you guys were jumping on the bed!" Teddy says accusingly. "Without me!" Harry and Draco exchange looks. The sex talk had not quite made it into polite conversation, or even lewd conversation. "Don't tell me he was lying!"

"Of course we'll-er-try not to anymore," Harry says, and Draco nods earnestly.

"Good!" Teddy says, his hair changing from the exasperated yellow color to the normal turquoise, tipped with bright orange excitement. The train whistles and Teddy jumps. "I gotta go!" He hugs Draco tightly around the waist, and then Harry. "I'll come home for Christmas!"

"You better!" Draco says enthusiastically. "We'll write loads!" Teddy nods happily.

"I love you, Dad! I love you, Da!" Teddy says with another bright smile. He runs to the train, and turning to wave at what he considered the best parents in the world.

Andromeda had entrusted care of Teddy with Harry and Draco even before their marriage in the December after the end of the War, and they had both formally adopted Teddy as one of their own. His six-year-old brothers, Scorpius and Albus, were at Hermione's and Ron's house on a play date with their daughter Rose, who was also six.

"Don't forget to write to your grandmother!" Draco calls as the train was pulling away. Teddy gives him a thumbs-up, and Draco grins. They watch as the train pulls around the bend, and then Harry twines his arms around Draco's waist.

"Let's go home," Harry says. "Ron said he'd watch Scorp and Albus until we came around for supper." Draco turns to give his husband a long, lingering kiss.

All was well.