Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to go two weeks without updating, but then I had my play like all weekend two weeks ago, and then a week ago it was Easter, and I have to exist in the real world while my family is here. Okay, now onto the story- I feel like I was going to go somewhere else with this, but I can't remember anymore. So I have decided, like the compassionate family member who pulls the plug before things can get even worse, that this is the end of this story. Thanks to all of the people who have stayed with me throughout this story, and I'm sorry for any mistakes that I have made throughout this story.

Epilogue

Harry clutched Draco's hand tightly to ensure that they were not separated in the rush of the crowd at Platform 9 and ¾. Around him children screamed and mothers exclaimed loudly with joy over how big their children had gotten.

"Alright?" Draco asked Harry, glancing over at him. Harry nodded, pulling him towards a less populated part of the train station and pressed him against the pillar, giving him a proper snog good bye. When they broke apart Draco traced his lips across the thin scar on Harry's neck. Harry shivered, the action reminding him of that perfect night, two days ago, full of desire and touching as Draco traced his lips, fingers, and tongue over every scar across Harry's body, making Harry's body ignite with passion and tremble with love for the pale boy that had been above him.

"Stop," Harry gasped, pushing Draco away from him. The last thing they needed to do was to cause a scandal.

"It's not like they aren't used to it," Draco laughed into Harry's neck. "Even the first years aren't surprised to find us snogging anymore."

"While that may be true, I think their parents are a different story," Harry said, moving himself away from Draco, because the git seemed very against moving.

"If I want to say goodbye to my gorgeous boyfriend before we have to part, then I will," Draco said loftily, raising his nose. Harry smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I'll miss you," Harry said.

"I suppose I'll be sad about losing your company in a couple of weeks too," Draco said nonchalantly, the way his silver eyes softened belying his words. Harry grabbed his hands.

"We'll see each other soon," Harry said.

"Of course," Draco said, wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders.

"You'll be safe, right?" Harry asked. Draco pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"As safe as anyone can be while they are a spy for Voldemort," He said. Harry clutched him tighter. "I'll be fine Harry. Stop worrying, you're not my mother."

"I should hope not," Harry said, stepping back. Green eyes met silver and Harry took a deep breath, saying words that had never been spoken before. "Love you."

"Oh Merlin, I'm stuck with a sappy one," Draco said, raising a dramatic hand to his brow. Harry pushed him.

"Git," Harry said. Draco laughed, pulling The Boy Who Lived against him once more.

"I'm only kidding, though you truly must be daft to not know that I love you too," Draco said in a low voice. Harry hung onto him, preserving the memory in his mind. He knew that after this summer, when Draco went to being Voldemort's spy full time and he had to go on his own journey, that moments like this were going to be rare and impossibly dangerous, but right now he was content to just stay in the arms of the boy he loved and who loved him back.

Harry sat on the bench, watching the people filter out of the train station as he waited on his own. His trunk was by his feet and he had pulled out his wand, twirling it absently through his fingers even though he knew that if Moody was there to see it he would most likely have a heart attack.

"Mr. Potter," A dark silky voice called over his shoulder. Harry jumped up, turning around, and was met with a smirk. "You didn't think that I had forgotten you, did you?"

"No," Harry scoffed, though the idea may have ran through his mind once or twice. "I just figured that you were getting slow in your old age."

"Brat," Severus flicked his head and reached down, picking up Harry trunk, easily, thanks to the featherweight charm. Harry grinned, for the first time ever glad to be leaving the platform and not going to Hogwarts.

The whole school year Dumbledore had been trying to convince them against this, claiming that it would not work, adamant that it could not happen. And then the man had died, and though Harry had grieved, because he was a good man deep down and a great asset to the Light Side, he had also celebrated, because now he could go and live with Severus without any arguments. Harry knew that living with Severus was going to be difficult, because Severus was still a spy, but they hadn't made it well known in the school, and the Weasleys had already offered to house him whenever Severus had to be away for that type of business. And though it would be dangerous at his house, it wouldn't be any less dangerous than it had been for Harry to live with the Dursleys. Severus had bettered his wards around his house, adding to his already ample amount, because he was a man who liked his privacy, and even though they weren't as good as the wards around the Dursleys, he was safer there because with Severus he no longer had to worry that the people who were supposed to protect him were going to kill him.

And so even though there was worry, it wasn't prevalent over his joy.

"Ready to go home?" Severus asked, raising a dark eyebrow.

And for the first time, Harry really was.