Yes, this should have been up way sooner. I take forever to update things nowadays. I still blame it on school. -.- Luckily I'm done this Thursday. Woot!

Anyway, this chapter goes on to describe what went on with Draco over the years that he and Harry haven't seen each other. This will most definately be the last chapter.

The slash note is still in affect, though it is still very light.

Disclaimer: There is no way in any shape or form that I own Harry Potter. The credit should be given to one J.K. Rowling. The only thing I own is the plot.

"D-Draco?" Harry stuttered in surprise. He rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't just seeing things. "Merlin...It is you. But what - what are you..." His voice trailed off as he stared, open-mouthed, at the man before him.

"Isn't it obvious why I'm here?" the blonde replied, a genuine smile making its way onto his face. Harry took a step forward, continuing to stare and looking dumbfounded. His foot slipped on the rain washed step and he fell forward, sending them both onto the wet ground. The raven-haired man shook his head slightly with a small groan and propped himself up on his elbows so he could look down at Draco.

"You haven't changed that much," he said, running his thumb over the blonde's wet cheek. He still had the same pale, pointed face, yet his features had become more defined. Those cold silver eyes he had known all those years ago had transformed into a warm grey.

"Neither have you," Draco replied with a ghost of a smirk. "Ever the clumsy Gryffindor. And you still have these hideous things?" He reached up and took Harry's glasses, eyeing them critically. He then averted his gaze upward, his eyes meeting the other's brilliant emerald. "You look much better without them." Harry's cheeks reddened slightly as the blonde placed the glasses back on his nose.

"So," Draco said hesitantly as he sat up, bringing his face inches from Harry's, "am I able to come inside? It's a bit...wet out here."

"Oh," Harry muttered, hastily getting to his feet. "Of course." He held out a hand and helped the other off the ground. They both walked up the steps and into the house. Harry closed the door quietly, and then glanced at the blonde, now at a loss for words. Draco, however, was not. He was looking around with an appreciative eye.

"This is really nice," he said, taking in the room. "This is much better than having a house that you can get lost in." A somewhat disdainful expression flitted over his features at the thought, but it disappeared quickly. He sat down on the sofa, Harry following suit. There was a brief moment of silence before he asked something that he had apparently had on his mind for a while. "Are you living here by yourself?"

"Yes," Harry replied, shifting his position so he was leaning against Draco. The blonde saw that he was shivering due to his wet clothes, but Harry didn't appear to notice how cold he was. Draco summoned a blanket and draped it over them. "Why?" Harry asked, still not fully taking notice of anything else besides the man next to him, though he did nestle underneath the blanket. Draco rubbed the back of his neck, which the other noticed as a nervous gesture. He grabbed the blonde's wrist and lowered his arm, though he still kept hold of it.

"Well," Draco began quietly, sounding somewhat hesitant. He paused to think over his words. "I kind of expected to come here and find you married and living with a family. It's been almost four years since the end of seventh year and I would have thought you'd have settled down." He shrugged and leaned his head back against the sofa with a quiet sigh. Harry looked at him for a moment before adjusting himself so that he had his head resting on the blonde's lap.

"I did think about it," he muttered. "There were even times when I was seeing someone. But the relationships never lasted long," he added hurriedly when Draco's head snapped up so he could look down at him. "The spark that was present during sixth and seventh year was never there with the others. The time I spent with them was nothing compared to that year and a half."

"Do you even realize how cheesy that sounds?" the blonde asked, but he smiled nonetheless. "You seem like some hopeless romantic."

"Well, maybe I am," Harry replied with a smirk and a slight shrug. Something then sparked in his mind. "And out of curiosity, how did you find me anyway? Not many people know I live out here."

"Well, it just so happened that I stumbled upon a certain Miss Granger while wandering Diagon Alley. Or is she now Mrs. Weasley?" the blonde added with a slight smile. Harry chuckled and nodded. He had always known that there was something between his two best friends. It just took them longer to realize it.

"I thought so," Draco continued. "No wonder she was carrying a young redheaded girl in her arms." He then paused for a bit. "Anyway, I happened to come across her, and I must say she that she wasn't all that happy to see me. I am almost positive now that you were right in suspecting that she knew something about us during school. Most likely she noticed how differently you were acting after I said goodbye that day. That woman is too intelligent for her own good."

Draco then lapsed into silence for a moment, giving Harry a brief chance to contemplate what was just said. The raven-haired man felt a slight pang of sadness at the thought of that day, but still he smiled, noticing just how good it felt to hear Draco talk that way about his friend. Before sixth year he would be ready to defend Ron and Hermione from the blonde's scathing remarks, his hand on his wand and a hex always on the tip of his tongue when he saw him. But now he knew he no longer had to worry. Draco lost his egotistical manner somewhere along the line, in most aspects anyway. In some ways he was still arrogant, but it no longer irked Harry the way it used to when they were younger.

The clearing of a throat brought Harry back to the present. He looked up at Draco, still expectant for the rest of the answer.

"As I was saying, I asked her about you and where you were," the blonde continued. "I thought that she wouldn't answer me at first. The look she was giving me was not a very nice one. I think my wonderful charm worked its magic on her and made her pity me, though, because she eventually broke down." He chuckled lightly as he ducked his head, avoiding the hand that came up to swat at him. "She said that you were living out here in the country. I was going to ask why you were away from everyone else, but almost immediately the obvious answer smacked me in the face. After all those years of being badgered by reporters and hunted by a psycho megalomaniac and his lapdogs, it's pretty easy to figure out why you wanted to be away from everything." Harry nodded, that being his exact reason. He then sat up quickly, realizing something else.

"But what about your father?" he asked, his head still reeling from the head rush. "What if he finds out where you are or about us or -" Harry's ranting was silenced as Draco placed a finger over the raven-haired one's lips.

"He's dead," the blonde replied without a trace of sadness in his voice. Harry didn't say anything about it, even after Draco removed his finger, but there his eyes were questioning. "He was killed by a few of the other Death Eaters when he didn't do one of Voldemort's missions correctly. Apparently it was a very important one if the penalty of messing it up was death." He shook his head briefly. "My father was always so willing to please that beast and he ended up dying at his hands, though indirectly. He'd even hand over those in his immediate family if they had information Voldemort needed, and that is why I said what I did back in seventh year. I didn't do that for my protection, but for yours." He briefly traced the lightning bolt that was Harry's scar.

"But what if someone else finds us out and turns you over for questioning? What if someone tailed you here?" Harry questioned firmly, though a warmth spread through him at the blonde's last statement.

"Unless you have a Death Eater hiding under your bed, no one else will figure us out," Draco replied with a small smile. "As for the tailing, I didn't take a direct route here, just in case. Not everyone is as clever as Hermione, and that we should be thankful for." Harry laughed lightly and nodded, now feeling more at ease. However, one last question came to mind.

"Where were you all this time, then?"

"I was at the manor," was the reply. "I kept the indifferent, cold-hearted Malfoy mask on at all times for my father so he never suspected a thing. I went along with what he wanted me to do. But it was never anything for the Death Eaters," Draco added hastily as a startled look appeared in Harry's eyes. "Even though it may sound horrible to say, at least he died before anything like that happened." He was then silent for a small moment. With a slight smile, the blonde ran his fingers through Harry's jet-black hair, making it stand on end. With his hair like that and the expression on his face, he almost looked seventeen again.

"I believe that's enough talking for now," the blonde continued after a bit, the smile still on his face. "I'd like to do something more interesting." Draco placed a hand on Harry's chest and began to push him back down into a lying position. He bent down and brought his face closer to the other's. Their noses briefly touched before the blonde moved his mouth toward Harry's expectant one. However, before they could meet, he was stopped by a sharp poke that just missed his eye. Harry opened his eyes, which had closed somewhere along the line, and looked up questioningly, wondering why he heard a hiss of pain. He then realized what happened.

"I guess we both forgot," he said, biting back a laugh. He thought back to all the times when Draco ended up being jabbed by his glasses if he wasn't careful. Draco nodded, chuckling lightly. He then removed the offending objects and placed them on the end table beside the sofa.

"Now," the blonde muttered as he extinguished the lights with a wave of the wand he retrieved from his pocket. "Where were we?"

Fin

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Also, to those that have been reading DA, it will be updated soon enough. The next chapter is a little more than half way finished. I hope holding out a little longer isn't too much to ask.