So this is the final chapter of this story! Hope you've enjoyed it! :D

~CHAPTER 5~

Harry woke up to the most beautiful vision, as the events of the previous night slowly came back to him.

Draco was sprawled on his stomach, arms spread across the bed, his face peaceful and relaxed. He looked so young and vulnerable like that, so fucking perfect that Harry's heart clenched when he remembered this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to see Draco like that, so oblivious to the rest of the world. He shrugged the feeling away and focused on the present, staring raptly at the perfect lines of Draco's body, the curve of his gorgeous half-covered arse, the beautiful, soft blond hair, to his slightly parted full lips. Harry wanted nothing more than to ravish him right here and then.

He got up and headed to the bathroom instead.

He took a long shower, resisting the urge to touch himself as he tried to block the memories from the previous night. What was the point in dwelling in that anyway? As glorious as it had been, it was only a one-off, something Harry had done as a favour to Draco in a way, but nothing had changed; in the end, Draco still had to marry Astoria Greengrass so there was really no need for Harry to agonise about something that could never be.

He went out of the shower and dried himself thoroughly. For the first time this weekend, he wished he could just go home and vegetate in front of the telly. But no, they still had to go through most of the day here. He would do that, and then they would go home. Well, Draco would go back to his own flat, since there would be no need for him to stay at Harry's anymore.

Fuck. He needed to get a grip on his life. Draco was right. He needed to go out more and find a new boyfriend, someone who didn't have to marry some pure-blood witch for the sake of a fucking bloodline, someone uncomplicated, someone nice and easy to be with. He would let go of Draco, and stop pining over him, because that couldn't lead to anything good.

When he entered the bedroom again, Draco was still asleep. He tiptoed out of the room, opting to take a walk in the beautiful gardens, to clear his mind and take advantage of the early morning sun.

He went through the long corridor, the antique Persian rug muffling his footsteps. He passed several heavy wooden doors - probably more guest bedrooms - and soon reached the beautiful oak staircase. He had his hand on the banister and was about to go down the stairs, when voices caught his attention further away on his right. They were coming from the corridor facing theirs, where Harry had never been. Maybe there were private conference rooms over there?

It wasn't Harry's business in any way, so he started down the stairs but froze again as this time, something attracted his attention. He wondered for a second if he had not dreamt it, but then, he heard it again, and this time, there was no mistake about it.

Malfoy.

They were talking about Draco.

Harry took a look at the stairs. Deep inside, he knew he should just forget about it and go down for his walk. That was the reasonable thing to do.

And that's why of course, Harry forgot all about reason and found himself walking stealthily down the other corridor. He cast a Muffliato over himself in order not to be heard and looked for the origin of the voices. He didn't have to go far; the fourth door on the right was slightly open and he could hear the voices more clearly now. Harry flattened himself on the wall right next to it and then very slowly brought his head through the crack of the door.

From what Harry could see, the room was in fact an office of some sort. There were three people in the smoky room, although Harry could only see one of them. Meehan was smoking a huge cigar, a glass of what looked like Firewhisky in his hand. Wasn't it a little bit early for Firewhisky? Harry thought fleetingly. He recognised the voices of the other two as those of Langdon and Loras.

"… Because if we start accepting people like him, then what will the other members say?" Meehan said haughtily.

"I've personally had complaints from our fellow members, who were rather indisposed by Malfoy's particularly tasteless behaviour throughout the day yesterday," Loras replied.

Harry swallowed hard. Fuck.

"Sweet Merlin, yes!" Meehan added, and Harry hated the obvious glee in his voice. He was clearly enjoying himself very much. "I can't really blame them, to be honest. The guy is a total nutter. And a poofter of the most unrefined variety I should say. Did you see how he was parading with Potter on his arm like he owned the place?"

"Yes, it was pretty disgusting, putting on a show like that and displaying their inappropriate behaviour to our respectable members. Bloody hell, I wonder how Potter puts up with him on a daily basis, especially if he's like that in the bedroom!" Loras snorted.

Harry's heart broke as Meehan and Loras both laughed raucously.

He wanted to curse them so bad. He was holding his wand so tight now that he was afraid it would break. He took a deep breath and focused on the rest of the conversation. Langdon had remained suspiciously silent all along, and Harry knew he was the one really in charge there. The other two were too stupid to be the brains of the organisation.

"That is not my main concern to be honest," Langdon finally spoke and the room went quiet at once. "Need I remind you, Gentlewizards, that our International Congress will take place right here next summer? We certainly don't need people with doubtful pasts to cast a shade on our respectable organisation, especially as we are about to celebrate its seven hundredth anniversary."

"I agree," Meehan said.

"So, what do you suggest?"

"We reject his application of course," Langdon said flatly and Harry closed his eyes. He knew it was bound to happen, but a slight part of him still hoped Draco would be able to join, just because he knew Draco was dying to be accepted.

"Well, that was the plan from the very beginning, right? You never had any serious intention to let someone like him join, did you?" Loras said.

"Of course, it was," Langdon replied haughtily. "But we need to be careful. I'm not worried about Malfoy, not one second, he's just pathetic. We've already managed to keep his father at bay, and he was a whole different story, so no, Malfoy won't be a problem. I'm more worried about Potter."

Harry almost jumped at the mention of his name.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he's an influential figure at the Ministry, and he defeated You-Know-Who. I have the feeling he won't take his lover's rejection very well. But we'll speak about that later."

Harry swiftly walked away, almost running back to their bedroom, forgetting all about his walk in the garden. His mind was reeling. It wasn't the fact that they didn't like Draco - after all, it was their own little pathetic club, and they could choose whoever they wanted as members. No, it was more to do with Draco's reaction to being rejected. Harry had tried to warn him, but now that the issue was inevitable, he should insist on having a real discussion with him.

Harry stopped in his tracks in front of their bedroom door. What the hell was he doing? Draco was a grown man after all, and not, in any case Harry's responsibility! They weren't a couple, they weren't even friends although… well, maybe they were friends now, Harry wasn't really sure anymore.

All he knew was that he cared for Draco, very much so, and hated to see him hurt. Which he was sure was going to happen soon.

He opened the door to the bedroom.

"There you are." Draco welcomed Harry as soon as he entered the room.

He was standing by the bed, already dressed - which really was a shame, Harry thought fleetingly before chiding himself - and was bouncing around the room, picking up his clothes and packing them up in his bag.

"What are you waiting for, Potter?" Draco paused with a shirt in his hand, an annoyed look on his face. "We're gonna be late for breakfast."

"Right." Back to normal then. Harry started gathering his own clothes in his bag.

"Can you believe I'm going to be a Gentlewizard?" Draco said. "Father won't believe me when I tell him." Draco beamed and Harry's heart broke a little.

"Well," Harry started. "It wouldn't be a big deal not to be part of this Club, right? I mean, it's not all that interesting, is it?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "Of course, it would be a big deal. We've already talked about that, Potter. Why do you think we've spent the whole weekend pretending to be lovers?"

"No, I mean, it would be nice, but honestly, I've been a member for years and I never knew about it, and I can't say I've really missed it all that much," Harry shrugged.

"That's because you know nothing about being a proper wizard, Potter."

"I find the whole thing really boring, to be honest."

Draco dropped the bag he was holding and came closer to Harry. "Okay, what's going on?"

"What?" Harry said, looking up at Draco who scrutinised him as if he were trying to read Harry's mind.

"Spit it out. There's something you're not telling me, I can tell." He narrowed his eyes and came closer still.

Harry had the sudden urge to pull Draco to him and kiss him, but that would probably not be very appropriate right now. "No, there's noth-"

"Cut the crap, Potter," Draco growled.

"Fine," Harry finally said. "They won't accept you. The Gentlewizards. They're going to reject your application."

Draco didn't say a word but Harry saw his mouth twitch. He stared at Harry's face, as if trying to know if he was telling the truth or just playing with him. Harry didn't move an inch.

After a while, he finally said. "And how would you know that?"

"I've heard them. Earlier on. I was on my way to take a walk in the garden, while you were still asleep and I heard voices, so I came closer and-"

"You've eavesdropped on them?" Draco's eyes widened.

"Well, yeah?" Harry shrugged.

"Continue," Draco was trying to remain composed, but Harry could see him flinch a little.

"I- I heard them talking about you, and how they would never accept you in the club."

"Did they say why?"

"Yes," Harry said in a breath, lowering his gaze.

"Harry," Draco said, lifting Harry's chin with his fingers. "What did they say?"

Harry took a deep breath. That was bound to happen.

"Potter," Draco said again. "Why don't they want me in?"

"Basically for the same reasons they rejected your father's application," Harry said quickly. "They don't want you in because it would tarnish their reputation to have an ex-Death Eater among them."

"But I-"

"I know. But they're just a bunch of jerks, really."

Draco went to sit on the bed, looking so defeated it broke Harry's heart.

"Tell me. What they said. Tell me the exact words, Potter, I need to know."

"Draco…"

"Tell me," he said louder. "I'm not a child, I can handle it. Tell me what they said exactly."

Harry took a deep breath and went to sit next to Draco. "They said we were poofters who behaved in an inappropriate manner, displaying our disgusting behaviour to their respectable members."

Draco remained silent for a while, before speaking again. "This is not right. We can't let this pass. They can't claim to be a modern, open-minded organisation and be as bigoted as my father when it comes to things like that. Let me think for a minute."

"Fine," Harry said standing up. "I'll finish packing, then."

"Good."

Draco put himself in his thinking position, his elbows resting on his knees, chin on his thumbs, his index fingers framing his pointed face.

Harry went to the bathroom to retrieve his toiletries. When he came back to the bedroom, Draco stood up.

"Let's go and have breakfast, then."

"What?"

"Breakfast, Potter. You know the thing you have when you get up to avoid having your stomach growl like an angry werewolf?"

"You still want to go? Don't you want to just get the hell out of here instead? I don't fancy staying here one more minute, to be honest."

Draco narrowed his look and licked his lips in a very tantalising fashion. "No. Let's have breakfast, and then we'll go. There's a little something I'd like to tell all these do-gooders before we leave," Draco added with a little smile. "Just- trust me, follow my lead, and don't try to do anything stupid like being all heroic and all that, okay?"

"Okay," Harry replied and he couldn't help smiling as well.

Breakfast was probably going to be fun after all.

"Let's go, then."

They went down to the huge reception room that had been set for breakfast this time.

Like the night before, they went to sit with Langdon, Loras and Meehan. It was a good thing Draco had asked Harry not to say anything because honestly, it was hard for him to control himself and not punch the bastards in the face. But then, as weird as it may have sounded to his fourteen year old self, he trusted Draco, so he went with the flow.

The conversation started very charmingly, with small talk about the weekend and the country house itself. The food was amazing, and Harry filled his plate with gorgeous baked beans and perfect scrambled eggs.

And then, all hell broke loose.

"I really wanted to thank you for inviting us over, Gentlewizards," Draco started very politely. "I must admit Harry and I have had a wonderful time at this place."

Harry took a look at the three men, who looked rather pleased with Draco's statement.

"It's been our pleasure, really," Loras answered with a fake smile Harry wanted to slap away from his arrogant face.

"I'm sure it has," Draco said seductively, looking deep into Loras's eyes. "So many gorgeous men surrounding us at all times, all so pretty and fit, so many possibilities…" Draco went on, his eyes never leaving Loras's who started to show some signs of discomfort. "This club is a real temptation. I must admit, Langdon, that you have pretty good taste."

And with the last words, Draco placed his left hand on Loras's lap under the table. Loras jumped as if he'd been struck by lightning, and then immediately cast a panicked look at Langdon who frowned slightly, but said nothing. Harry stifled a laugh in his napkin.

"No, really," Draco continued with the poshest accent he could muster. "I can't wait to be a part of your wonderful club and finally have access to all the fun. I personally wouldn't mind having a taste of the present company." Draco said winking at Loras and licking his lips suggestively.

"Unless you'd rather have a taste of our Saviour?" Meehan widened his eyes, finally catching up with what was going on, while Langdon was clenching his teeth, his face livid. "You didn't seem to be able to take your eyes off him yesterday night. I don't mind, really. Harry and I are in a very open relationship. We, poofters, are like that, you know?"

And then, before any of them could say anything, Draco leaned forward and murmured in Loras's ear, loud enough so that the whole table could hear him. "Ever wondered what it'd feel like to have the Chosen One's precious member buried deep inside your tight little virgin arse? I bet you like it hard. I bet you scream for your mother when a real man takes you deep against the wall." Draco's hand went all the way up to Loras's groin.

Loras stood at once. "Stop fondling me, you disgusting faggot! I'm gonna kick your pathetic little queen's arse until you can't walk straight and show you what a real man is!" he spat loudly, and then his face went from disgusted to point-blank horrified at what he had just said.

The room fell silent at once. Every single Gentlewizard present looked at them.

"I think we've seen enough, Draco. Let's just go, now," Harry said standing up and taking hold of Draco's hand.

"Mr Potter!" Langdon called after him. "Mr Potter, please, this is-"

Harry turned a last time to look at him. "And please remove my name from your members' list. I have no desire to be part of such a club. Come, Draco."

And with that, they left the room hand in hand, a huge smile on their faces.

They Apparated to Harry's flat, still laughing. Bloody hell. That had been brilliant.

And then the mood shifted. Draco still had his hand on Harry's arm from their Apparition as they stood in Harry's living room, facing each other, so close they could kiss. Harry inched closer to Draco's face.

"Right, I- I think I should start gathering my stuff," Draco said. He let go of Harry's arm and unshrunk the cardboard boxes they had stacked under the couch and started accioing the various objects he had displayed in Harry's flat to make it look like they lived together.

Harry sighed and took out his wand to help Draco. They worked in silence for a while. Harry then went to the wall to unhook the painting Draco had put there.

"No," Draco said. "Leave it. It looks good on your wall and adds a little touch of colour that's rather welcome here."

Harry looked at the painting and then at Draco. "Are you sure?"

"I mean it. Keep it, Potter."

"Right, thank you."

"You're welcome."

There was a sharp thud on the window. Draco froze as Harry moved to open it for the Malfoys' beautiful eagle owl.

He took the parchment from the owl before letting it go and handed the letter to Draco.

Draco read it silently. He then folded it without a word and discarded it in his pocket, before plastering a smile on his lips.

"Brilliant," Draco started. "They agree. The Greengrasses. I have to meet them in an hour at the manor and soon, I'll be a married man."

"Great," Harry said before throwing Draco's books. They landed loudly in the box.

Draco grabbed his arm as Harry was about to close the box. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Harry replied, performing the spell sticking the flaps of the box together.

"Don't you start. If you have something to say, just say it," Draco replied, tightening his hold on Harry and forcing him to look at him. There was a deafening silence, and then. "You don't want me to marry her."

"No shit," Harry muttered.

Draco released him and went to the window, holding his hands together behind his back. "I have no choice."

Harry stared at Draco's back before taking hold of the box. "Yes, you do. Of course you do. We always have a choice."

Draco turned around. "I fucking don't."

There was a loud thud and it took Harry a second to realise he had let go of the box. "Fine," he said through clenched teeth.

"I don't understand you," Draco snapped. "Why do you even care?"

Harry felt something burn deep inside him, something wild, as words left his mouth before he fully realised it. "I care because I fucking love you, you stupid fuck! And you don't even have the decency to notice."

Draco froze at Harry's words. They looked at each other for the longest time. "Don't be ridiculous, Potter," Draco growled and Harry's heart beat faster. "We wouldn't last a week together."

"And how do you know?" Harry yelled. "We're good together. Fuck, no, we're great together. If you'd somehow open your eyes you'd see it too, you fucking prick."

"Are you quite done insulting me?"

"No," Harry said in a breath. He could feel his cheeks burning with anger as he took hold of the last cardboard box and he threw it into the fireplace.

Draco scrutinised him for a while before joining him there. "I'm off. And don't wait for me. Go out and find someone to make you happy. Anyone but me. Goodbye, Potter," and he took a handful of Floo powder and threw it in.

"Oh no, you don't." Harry grabbed Draco roughly by the arm, making him sway a little and preventing him from leaving. "I don't want anybody else, you fucking pillock, I want you! And I know you want me too. Damn it, Draco, can't you just for one second stop being so fucking stubborn?"

"You're delusional, Potter. I don't want you," Draco snarled. "Now let go of me."

"I'll let go of you if you tell me you feel absolutely nothing for me. If you tell me what happened yesterday night means nothing to you." Harry was beyond angry now. "Say it," he said through clenched teeth.

Draco's face turned slightly pink. It took him a few seconds too long to compose himself before he answered. "It didn't mean anything." His face was shut, his features harder than ever. "And even if it did, it wouldn't change anything." Harry felt like he was getting stabbed in the chest with every single word. "I'm sorry you think you fell in love with me. You should have known better than fall for a Malfoy, Potter, really."

"Fine," Harry finally said, letting go of Draco. "Have a good life with your little pure-blood wife, then," he spat before turning around and heading for his bedroom. The sound of the door slamming behind him covered Draco's voice as he said, "Malfoy Manor."

Harry's mind was clouded when he opened his wardrobe and took a good look at the neatly folded stacks, organised in piles by colours.

He swiped the top shelf containing his tee-shirts with his hand first, sending them pooling in a heap at his feet. He did the same with the second shelf before attacking the ones holding his jeans and sweaters. He removed his underpants and socks drawers from their hinges and emptied them, before throwing them on top of the clothes scattered on the floor. Finally, he removed every single robe and shirt from their hangers, letting them fall at the bottom of his wardrobe in a satisfying mess. Soon the wardrobe was empty, and there were clothes all over the place.

Harry then grabbed a handful of tee-shirts from the floor and went to this living room where he sent them up in the air. They landed all over his couch and floor.

Finally, he took out his wand and aimed it at Draco's painting. "Reducto!" The painting was reduced to dust.

And then he went out.

Harry didn't know how long he walked, only that when he came back home, it was already dark.

When he opened the door, he had forgotten about his little stunt from earlier on and despite everything, a smile formed on his face at the mess in his tiny flat.

And then he froze.

Draco was sitting on his couch, his back to Harry.

Harry felt anger creeping up inside him at an alarming rate but the moment Draco turned his head to look at him, it melted away.

Draco looked different; he looked defeated.

"I couldn't," Draco simply said, tearing himself from Harry's gaze.

And just like that, every single thing Harry had wanted to tell Draco, every single thought that had crossed his mind in the past couple of hours simply evaporated. He walked to the couch and sat next to Draco who immediately pressed his foot against Harry's.

"I saw them," Draco went on, his voice barely more than a whisper, fixing a spot on his trousers. "And I just couldn't picture myself living their lives. Not- not like that. It was- It was a daunting prospect and anyway, I just couldn't do it."

Harry managed to ignore the sound of his heart, beating so loud in his chest he was afraid Draco could hear it. There were a million things he wanted to ask Draco. A million things he wanted to know. And yet.

"What did they say?"

Draco smiled shyly. "They didn't like it, as you can imagine. Father- well, let's say I hope Mother will be able to make him see reason and that one day, he'll forgive me," he sighed.

"That bad?" Harry murmured and Draco nodded. "What about your mother then?"

Draco's smile was back on his face, a wider one this time, and it felt good to see the Draco Harry knew and loved so much slowly resurface. "I think she's always known. Deep inside. That I was-" He bit his lip.

Harry nodded. "They'll come around."

"Let's just hope so." And there was a hint of sadness in Draco's eyes at this moment that broke Harry's heart a little.

"Come here," Harry said and Draco leaned forward without hesitation and rested his head on Harry's chest. Harry immediately enveloped him in his arms, hands caressing his hair. He felt suddenly overwhelmed by Draco's scent as he rested his chin on his head.

Draco sighed again and closed his eyes, and Harry could see him relax a little in his arms.

"I lied. Earlier on. I shouldn't-" Harry's heart sped up again. "What I told you, it was- I shouldn't have."

"I know," Harry said softly.

He placed his fingers under Draco's chin and lifted it gently, before leaning forward and brushing his lips to Draco's, still slightly hesitant, not wanting to force Draco into something he might not want yet. But Draco pressed his lips against Harry's and there was no hesitation. They kissed and it was slow. They kissed and it was wonderful. Harry ran his tongue over Draco's bottom lip and Draco parted his mouth as his fingers found their way on the back of Harry's neck, caressing his hair, sending shivers all over Harry's body as they kissed with more intensity, Harry pulling Draco closer still as he tried not to drown on every single breath, every single whimper coming from Draco's mouth.

They parted briefly to gather their breath, foreheads pressed together as a warmth Harry had barely known before invaded his own body, filling him with sensations he didn't even know existed.

Draco chuckled and his warm breath tickled Harry's face in the best way possible.

"What?" Harry asked, puzzled, still panting, bracing himself for whatever Draco had in mind.

"I think that's it." Draco looked particularly proud of himself as his lips lingered over Harry's cheek, down to the tender spot under his ear. Harry tilted his head to allow Draco to cover his neck.

"What?" Harry managed to say again, closing his eyes and moaning at the wonderful sensations of Draco's lips against his skin.

"I found it." He licked Harry's neck softly and Harry groaned.

"You found what?"

"The perfect boyfriend for you." Draco pressed a kiss on Harry's neck before looking at him, looking particularly proud of himself.

Harry chortled. "You-" he said, his voice catching in his throat. "It's always been-"

"Yes." And Draco pressed his lips against Harry's again. "I know."

~Fin~