Title: Our Souls Are Calling

Author: Branwen777

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: M/R/NC-18

Genre: Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

Disclaimer: I don’t own, so don’t sue, you wouldn’t get much anyway

Warnings: Slash, Male/Male, violence, explicit sexual scene, language

Summary: “Tell me Potter… You’re on the battle field facing him, wands raised, pointing at each other, chaos is going on around you, the tip of his wand is glowing green, and he’s all that stands between you and Voldemort… What will you do?” Harry didn’t answer. His mouth had suddenly gone dry. “Would you let the world burn for him?” Harry dropped his gaze from those knowing eyes… Yes he would.

AN: This was just a little oneshot that hit me the other day, actually the song hit me and I just had to write something for it... it's a bit cliche' but I hope you enjoy it anyway! : )

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It's all over

It's all over now

The seal is broken

Creatures spoken now

I hope you come up

To heaven right now

It's all over

It's all over now

Can I be changed?

Or am I the same?

( )

Neither of them knew exactly how or why it had happened. One minute Harry was strolling through the darkened halls of Hogwarts, thinking about tomorrows graduation ceremony, and the next he was writhing beneath Draco Malfoy, on the cold stone floor of an abandoned classroom, as the Slytherin thrust into him brutally.

“Fucking Deatheater!” Harry hissed pulling Malfoy’s hair harshly, as the Slytherin leaned down to kiss him mercilessly on his already swollen and bruised lips.

“Filthy half-blood!” Draco spat back, nails digging into Harry’s hips as he thrust into him harder and faster if that were at all possible.

Harry scrapped his nails down Draco’s back in retaliation, while arching into him with a keening moan as the blonde hit his prostate unrelentingly.

Draco bit into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, causing Harry to cry out in both pain and pleasure.

Harry returned the favor by capturing Draco’s bottom lip between his teeth and pulling his hair.

Draco gripped Harry’s pulsing erection and squeezed.

Harry pinched both of the blondes nipples.

Draco locked Harry’s wrist above his head with a growl.

Harry locked his legs around Draco’s back with a hiss.

Draco glared down at him.

Harry glared right back.

Draco thrust harder.

Harry met him every time.

The passion between them was electric, burning, building to a level it had never been before, and then they were coming… and in that instant something between them seemed to change.

Draco’s hand released Harry’s wrist from above his head and the blondes arms wrapped around his trembling body, holding him close, and surprisingly intimately, to his heaving chest. Harry’s own arms slowly came down from where they had been pinned, and he trailed his fingers lightly up and down Draco’s sweaty back, calming the blonde and soothing the angry marks he had made only moments before.

Draco’s face buried into Harry’s neck, licking the harsh mark he’d made apologetically, as he brought one hand up to tangle into Harry’s sweaty hair. Harry’s nose buried into Draco’s own hair, taking in the blondes warm masculine scent, as his own arms wrapped around the blonde, still feeling the soft trembles of aftershock racing through him.

Then they simply laid there, neither thinking too much on what was happening between them or why, but just holding each other. Offering and receiving the comfort they both desperately needed, and couldn’t possibly receive from anyone else. Because no one else understood them like they understood each other. They knew each other inside and out, every emotion, every expression, every sigh. They’d been intertwined from day one. This was only the culmination of all that. All those years of pain, anger, hate, hurt, passion, and this was the result.

It started again. Different, but similar. The passion was still there. Of course it was. It never went away. It burned them both, a constant, aching burn, that only the other could quench. But this time it wasn’t anger or even lust that drove them… it was a different kind of passion.

“God Potter why must you torture me.” Draco whispered breathily while nuzzling the side of Harry’s face.

Harry didn’t answer, simply grabbed the blonde by the back of the neck and drew him into a long, deep, kiss. It was slow this time, gentle, almost… loving, one would say.

They explored each others body’s as if they were dying men searching for water, drowning men searching for air… and perhaps they were.

They were panting, vague syllables of each other’s names, tangling into grunts and groans, and in Harry’s case hisses, as Draco began thrusting again, slow and deep this time, making sure to stroke Harry’s prostate on each sweep. Harry groaned holding Draco tighter, tears gathering in his eyes, unable to take this slow, sweet, torture.

Harry’s skilled fingers were gliding all over Draco’s torso, mapping out every muscle. Draco’s hands roamed as well, following a similar pattern, exploring the slippery skin that pulled tightly over Harry’s own lithe muscle. There was not a hint of fat decorating the beautiful bodies beneath or on top. Harry’s hand traveled further south, gripping onto the curve of Draco’s ass and thighs, pulling him in. Wanting… needing him in deeper until they were one body, one soul, one mind.

“Harry.” Draco groaned in a hoarse voice, his eyes clenched tightly as he became overwhelmed by their actions and emotions.

Harry groaned in reply at the sound of his name coming from those beautiful lips.

Draco’s head dropped back to Harry’s, foreheads pressed together, Draco’s forearms resting on the floor on either side of Harry’s head, his tongue dipping in and out of Harry’s mouth in the same motion as his throbbing cock. Then slowly Draco slid all the way out of Harry. Harry gave a whine of protest, lifting his hips, trying to follow, but as soon as Draco was gone he was back. His damp tip nudging ever so softly against the pulsing hole. He captured Harry’s eyes and kissed him deeply and tenderly.

A long, slow thrust filled Harry once again, right to Draco’s hilt, and he gave a long groan, throwing his head back as it was repeated over and over again. Draco’s lips whispered against his, as they struggled to breathe together. Their burning eyes met again, and Harry’s breath caught at the emotion he saw reflected in Draco’s own. It was almost too much to take. Harry’s body practically vibrated with it, with the passion and emotion between them, and he could feel Draco trembling against him as well.

Their noses rubbed against each others gently, nuzzling and caressing. Their kisses were deep and gentle, lips rubbing softly against each others, tasting and savoring. Harry’s hands massaged Draco’s perfect ass, as Draco drew out and then back in over and over again, his back arching and stomach muscles flexing with the movement. Draco’s lips drew away from Harry’s own. Harry whimpered at the loss of contact and Draco was back instantly, peppering him with gentle kisses that caused Harry to sigh contentedly.

A long sweeping brush across his prostate had Harry arching and his ass contracting reflexively, causing a identical groan to erupt from Draco’s parted lips, choked and broken, as he stroked Harry’s stomach soothingly. Harry felt the tears finally leak out of the corner of his eyes and took in a shaky breath. They were so close… so very close.

“More Draco… give me more…” He whispered into the blondes ear.

“I can’t… There’s no more to give.” Draco replied hoarsely. “You already have all of me.”

Harry’s breath caught as he gripped Draco tightly against his chest. Draco increased their tempo and the lust came firing back, coupled by a need so strong… so intense that it left them both spinning out of control.

Harry’s toes curled up tightly, as he clenched hard around Draco’s pulsing member and his stomach contracted hotly as his body tensed with orgasm. Draco’s thrusts became shorter and faster as if he could read Harry’s mind. Harry couldn’t articulate anything other than short, raspy breaths.

Harry then gave a cry, back arching completely off the ground, as his orgasm ripped through him like nothing he had ever felt before. Draco held his final thrust, pressing it into Harry, holding down on his prostate as Draco’s own orgasm was ripped from him as well.

Then they lay there, panting in each others arms. As Draco peppered Harry’s face with kisses, and Harry massaged the blondes lower back soothingly. “Stay with me.” Harry whispered pleadingly as he felt his eyes drifting close despite himself.

The last thing he remembered before drifting away was Draco tenderly kissing his forehead and softly whispering, “I’m sorry.”

( )

It's all over

It's all over now

No room for hiding

We're children fighting now

I hope you’d come up

To heaven right now

It's all over

It's all over now

Can I be the same?

( )

Draco. His touch, his kisses, his thrusts, his moans, even his smell… it was all hardwired into Harry’s memory now. Draco had become the first thing he thought of when he woke up in the morning, and what he dreamed of even in sleep. The first news he’d heard of the blonde had come from Snape, confirming that Draco, along with nearly half of the seventh year Slytherins who had graduated with Harry, had been initiated as Deatheaters.

Harry had felt something cold creep into him that day, and it hadn’t left him since. Every day Harry worked endlessly to bring Voldemort down, and every white masked Deatheater he faced off with, was with a sense of dread that this time it would be Draco. Harry just prayed that he never actually had to face the blonde. He honestly didn’t know what he would do. All he knew was that he couldn’t fight him anymore.

Harry didn’t know when it had happened, but at some point, could have been graduation night, or days, weeks, hell even months before that, but at some point Harry Potter had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy. And despite what Harry knew Draco now was, he couldn’t help but hope that the blonde wasn’t among the list of Deatheaters caught or killed.

“I’ve got the list from the last battle.” Kinsley stated setting it on the table for one of them to take.

Harry immediately snatched it before anyone else could, eyes scanning over the names quickly, and a relieved sigh escaped him before he could help it. He had been awake for the past two nights waiting on this and Draco’s name wasn’t there. He would be able to sleep tonight then.

“Harry?” Hermione asked, confused by his reaction.

“I’m just happy to see that all of the Lestranges are finally out of the picture.” Harry lied smoothly. He’d become quite proficient at it since that night.

“Potter, a word.” Snape suddenly stated looking at him with a piercing gaze. Harry knew that it wasn’t a request and got up silently to follow the dark man.

This was his chance. Perhaps he could find out more about Draco. Harry had been wondering for days now if he should approach the man and how he should do it. If anyone knew how Draco was doing then it would be Snape. Being Draco’s godfather Harry knew that Snape genuinely cared about the blonde and kept close tabs on him.

Snape led him into the library and threw up a silencing charm before turning on Harry in all his dark, menacing glory. “What is your relationship with Draco?” He hissed immediately. Harry’s eyes widened at his former Professors bluntness. So much for easing into the subject.

“Has he mentioned me?” Harry asked instead, because honestly he didn’t know the answer to that question either.

Snape pressed his lips together tightly and stared hard at Harry for a few moments. “Do you love him?” He finally asked, shocking Harry once again at his bluntness.

“Yes.” Harry gasped before he’d even realized it had come out, but after he said it he felt a huge weight lift from his chest at finally having admitted it aloud. Even if it was to the bitter man in front of him.

Harry had just needed someone else to know, to be aware. Someone who could tell Draco should something ever happen to him. Although, Harry doubted if Snape would ever tell his godson that his most hated student harbored secret feelings for him, but it was nice knowing that someone else knew of them.

Snape seemed to contemplate something before saying. “He has inquired after your wellbeing.” The man offered hesitantly, and Harry latched onto that small offering like a starving man.

“How is he? Is he okay?” Harry asked trying to keep the desperation to a minimum, but he could tell that Snape could see it in his eyes.

“For now… yes. He is safe.” Snape replied. Harry simply stared at him, silently pleading for more, and to his surprise Snape gave it. “I have managed to acquire him as my potions apprentice. As of the moment he does not see much outside of the lab.”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” He whispered feeling lighter than he had in months.

“I do not do it for you Potter.” Snape sneered, although it didn’t hold the disdain it had once before.

“I know.” Harry replied softly. “But thank you anyway.” He added sincerely.

They both paused for a moment in silence, until Snape decided to break it, piercing Harry with his eyes… as if he could see into his very soul.

“Tell me Potter… You’re on the battle field facing him, wands raised, pointing at each other, chaos is going on around you, the tip of his wand is glowing green, and he’s all that stands between you and Voldemort… What will you do?”

Harry didn’t answer… his mouth had suddenly gone dry.

“Would you let the world burn for him?”

Harry dropped his gaze from those knowing eyes.

Yes he would.

( )

The rain is falling

The rain is falling now

Today we're leaving

Our souls are calling now

The stars on his right

Holding seven right now

The rain is falling

The rain is falling now

Can I be changed?

Or am I the same?

( )

… and finally I leave these two letters. The first to be delivered to Draconis Lucius Malfoy upon my death or incapacitation, and the second is to be delivered and opened by the head of the Wizengamot upon the arrest and trial of one Draconis Lucius Malfoy. If by chance I am alive and capable of attending the trial upon said arrest, then both letters are to be burned immediately.

Upon the release of Draconis Lucius Malfoy all Malfoy moneys, properties, and titles are to be returned to him, and he is to be reinstated as Lord Malfoy immediately. If by chance Draconis is imprisoned or killed then all Malfoy moneys and properties are to be given to Narcissa Malfoy to do with what she will until the release of Draconis.

If both Narcissa and Draconis die before myself then all Malfoy moneys and properties are to be handed over to Severus Tobias Snape, Godfather of Draconis Malfoy, and spy for the Order of the Phoenix. If by chance Severus Tobias Snape is killed before myself then all Malfoy Moneys and Properties are to be distributed to the various charities listed above.

All these orders are to be followed through upon my death as instructed by me in this last Will and Testament of Harold James Potter-Black.

Signed by me, of sane body and mind, in my blood.

So mote it be.

Harold James Potter-Black

Lord of the House of Gryffindor

Lord of the House of Potter

Lord of the House of Black

Head of the House of Malfoy

Heir of the House of Dumbledore

Recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class

Master of Defense Against the Dark Arts

Witnessed by,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Severus Tobias Snape

Dumbledore placed a comforting hand on Harry’s shoulder as Harry signed the will and rolled it up to stamp it with his wax seal. It was a heavy moment for all of them, even those waiting in the next room. It had been nearly a year now since the end of their seventh year and things were starting to take a very serious turn indeed. The final battle was looming ominously. Everyone could feel it approaching. Voldemort was getting desperate. Harry and the Order had met him at every turn, and it was only a matter of time before he decided to come out and try to finish the job his Deatheaters were failing to do.

Harry would have preferred Remus here with him while he went through this rather morbid affair, but he was a werewolf therefore unable to sign as a viable witness as far as the Ministry was concerned. Severus had been Harry’s only other option, as he, Remus, and Dumbledore were the only three people who knew anything about Harry and Draco’s rather complex relationship. Ron and Hermione didn’t even know, although Harry had seen Hermione looking at him strangely a few times.

The trio hadn’t been as close as they’d use to be. There was a noticeable wedge between them. Harry trained nearly twenty-four hours a day, when he wasn’t out fighting. Ron and Hermione still weren’t able to join in on any outside activity. Ron because of his mother, and Hermione because of Ron, who she had started dating a few months ago. Harry spent most of his time around the adults now. He just didn’t feel like he had much in common with anyone his own age anymore. He’d seen to much, done to much, to just go back to the way things were.

There was also a noticeable tension building between Harry, Ron, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny. They were baffled as to why Harry wasn’t courting Ginny yet, and every day that Harry refused to acknowledge her drove the wedge deeper. Even if Harry hadn’t already been in love with someone else he never would have courted Ginny. It wasn’t that Ginny wasn’t an attractive girl. It was just that she seemed so young to Harry.

Technically, she was only a year younger than him, but Harry felt far beyond his eighteen, going on nineteen, years. Ginny would have never been able to understand him. She would have never understood the haunted look behind his emerald eyes. She would have never understood the nightmares that still woke him up in the dead of night. She would have never understood what killing a person did to the soul of the one who’d cast the spell. She would have never understood the smell of death, the look of in someone’s eyes, the animalistic panic and fear that filled a person seconds before they knew they were about to die. She would have never understood him.

And Harry needed someone who could understand him. Someone who had been through it. Who had seen the horror he had seen… Someone like Draco.

At least, with Harry’s new maturity he and Severus had been getting along better. Now that they had something in common besides their mutual dislike for one another they had come to a sort of understanding. Severus would do everything in his power to keep Draco alive and safe, while Harry would do everything in his power to take Voldemort down as quickly as possible so that both Draco and his godfather would be free.

Harry was also doing all that he could, along with Albus, to keep both Draco and Severus out of Azkaban in the case that they were ever captured with the other Deatheaters. Severus was taken care of as Dumbledore had made sure of when making out his own Will years ago. It was what gave Harry the idea for Draco in his. Now at least Harry could die peacefully knowing that Draco was taken care of, and even if they both survived this war and Draco didn’t love him like Harry thought he might, then the blonde would at least be able to go on with his life and hopefully find everything he was looking for.

“Albus I’d like a word with Mr. Potter in private if you don’t mind.” Severus’ voice asked as Dumbledore gently pried the scroll from Harry’s fingers to send off to Gringotts.

With a gentle squeeze to Harry’s shoulders and a comforting smile Albus left the room, giving the two men their privacy.

“I’ve tried everything I can… come up with every excuse I could think of …” The dark man began as soon as the door had closed, and Harry closed his eyes feeling what the man was about to tell him. “Albus called you in here to do this because the final battle is approaching any day now. We know that the Dark Lord is planning it, and… Draco is going to be there.” Snape confessed hesitantly, as if he still wasn’t sure telling Harry was such a good idea.

Harry remained stonily silent, staring at the blazing fireplace.

“The Dark Lord has threatened his mother if he doesn’t. I’ve tried to get Narcissa out, but I don’t know where he’s keeping her. She’s the only reason Draco has stayed… the only reason he joined in the first place. He never wanted this. He doesn’t want to be this way… He wanted me to make sure you knew that.” Severus trailed off as Harry’s eyes finally lifted to meet his own. It was the first time Draco had ever given Severus a direct message for him. “You need to figure out what you are going to do Potter. Draco loves his mother. He’d do anything for her. He would kill to save her…. You need to understand that. They’ll all be wearing mask like always. You can’t hesitate. You need to stay focused, get to the Dark Lord, and end this as quickly as possible.”

Harry knew that it pained Severus to be telling him this. To tell him to ignore the fact that it could be his godson Harry was striking down.

“Does Draco love me?” Harry asked staring once again into the fire deep in thought. He’d asked himself this question many times since the passionate night they’d spent in each others arms. His biggest fear was that his feelings… what he had felt that night, and all the days, weeks, and months after was completely one sided.

Was it abnormal to be so in love with someone you had only been with once? Someone who had been your enemy for years before that? But who also seemed to be the only person that truly understood you, who knew you inside and out. Who could touch you, speak to you, look at you, and make everything else around you disappear.

Even if Draco didn’t love him or if by chance Draco did love him and was left no choice, would Harry really be able to strike him down to save the rest of the world?

“Yes…” Severus answered softly, surprising him that the man would answer such a question at all. “Yes, I have come to believe that he does.”

The answer to Harry’s own question then… No, he wouldn’t.

( )

Harry tightened the strap of his dragon hide wand holster around his right forearm before bending over to lace up his black dragon hide boots. Kingsley fitted the vest around his torso as Albus unfurled his matching dragon hide cloak. Moody handed him an extra wand, which Snape snatched from his fingers, as Harry was about to put it in his back pocket, and handed him another holster which strapped instead around his thigh.

Snape then held up a belt with vials of potions lined up neatly, some Harry recognized others he didn’t. “Your basic healing potions, bones, wounds, blood replenisher, after affects of Crucio…” Snape explained for him, going down the line, before pausing at the last one. “… and this, a poison so potent that it could kill a hippogriff in less than sixty seconds.”

“A poison?” Harry questioned with a strained chuckle. “How am I going to get him to drink it?”

“It’s not for the Dark Lord, Potter.” Snape answered handing Harry the belt. He took it with clammy hands and simply nodded in thanks, throat to tight to answer.

“Are you sure this is it… I mean -”

“Of course I am certain Granger.” Severus snapped harshly at the already pale girl. “Do you honestly think so little of me?!”

“No sir! I mean… I just wondered that perhaps your source was -”

“Do not question what you do not understand child!” He snarled scathingly. “My source was reliable and that is all you need to know.”

Hermione bristled indignantly, at being called and treated like a child, and opened her mouth, but this time it was Harry who cut her off.

“Hermione that is enough.” Harry stated firmly and immediately the girls mouth snapped shut in surprise at his commanding tone. Harry simply turned away from the scene and continued readying himself. He could feel Ron glaring at the side of his face, but the fact was Hermione had no right to question Severus.

As Severus had said, she was merely a child.

( )

It's all over

It's all over now

No room for hiding

We're children fighting now

I hope you’d come up

To heaven right now

It's all over

It's all over now

Can I be the same?

The same...

Can I be Changed?

( )

The battle was raging, but so far there had been no sign of Voldemort. Harry was getting desperate. Not only for his own side, but every Deatheater he fought, every Deatheater he saw fall, was somehow Draco. He needed to end this now. So Harry began pushing his way through. The Order members close by who noticed began following, banding together to make an unbreakable barrier.

Harry knew Voldemort was there, could feel his presence, but the Dark Lord had yet to join in the battle. He would have to find him then…

Harry had just cut down who he thought was McNair when he saw him. Draco was running toward him, but not paying attention as he ducked a curse flying over his head.

Half of his Deatheater mask was missing, which was the only reason Harry knew it was Draco at all, and he had blood trickling down from a head wound, staining his white blonde hair. Harry felt his heart lurch at the sight. Draco’s black robes were ripped and torn, even singed and still smoking in a few places. Harry knew he didn’t look any better, although dragon hide was a rather hard material to rip.

Then suddenly Draco was in front of him, on the opposite end of his wand, and Harry froze. Draco froze as well though, his own wand shooting up out of habit, as his eyes widened in surprise. It was as if time had suddenly stopped. What couldn’t have been more than a few seconds tops, suddenly seemed like hours.

Out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Severus take down his own Deatheater and then freeze as he turned and noticed them. The Potions Master then began to fight his way over, as Albus was doing the same. Remus had been taken out of the battle a while ago after running into Greyback. He’d won the fight, but had been injured by the much larger werewolf.

“Harry what are you waiting on?!” He heard Tonks shout from not far away.

“Potter shoot him! Shoot him down!” Moody’s gravelly voice broke through, but Harry saw none of them.

His eyes were locked with Draco’s silver ones, chest heaving with the effort to catch his breath, heart pounding furiously against his ribcage. Harry could see Draco’s mind working frantically, wondering what his next move should be… anxious, scared, confused. Then Harry simply lowered his wand and stepped down.

“Potter what are you doing!” Someone shouted, but Harry just shook his head. He couldn’t do it. He’d known all along he wouldn’t have been able to if faced with this. Harry didn’t want to fight Draco anymore.

The Deatheaters had noticed the two standing there now, and suddenly there was a curse flying through the air toward him. Harry saw it coming out of the corner of his eye, but before he could raise his wand to defend against it there was a slightly bigger, and very familiar body in front of him, and he was cocooned in warm, comforting, loving magic as the curse was deflected back at its sender. With the shield still around them Draco turned to him and ripped off the other half of his mask, dropping it to the ground. Without hesitation Harry threw his arms around the blonde and felt Draco immediately wrap his arms around him.

“I’m so sorry.” Draco whispered hoarsely into his hair. “I wanted to stay… god I wanted to stay.”

“I know. I understand.” Harry replied feeling a new power and strength fill him. He suddenly felt like he could take on anything as he stood there with Draco’s arms wrapped around him. It had been so long he’d almost forgotten how wonderful it was.

“I’ve thought about you… every day.” The blonde admitted.

“I know me too.” Harry answered squeezing him tighter.

“We have so much to talk about. I have so much to tell you.”

Harry simply nodded against the blondes chest. He had so much to tell Draco too. Like the fact that he was in love with him.

Draco stepped back from him, taking his hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss softly. Harry looked around them in awe, at their magic intertwining. It was creating an impenetrable shield around them, deflecting curse after curse as the magic worked to protect the other.

Draco suddenly tugged his hand bringing him close once again. “Stay behind me.” He whispered against Harry’s ear before kissing his temple, and with that the blonde broke their connection and Draco whirled around cutting Harry a path through the shocked Deatheaters.

( )

When the battle was over Harry only had one thing on his mind… find Draco.

He’d somehow lost him when everyone had swarmed him after Voldemort had fallen. Barely able to walk, and nearly to exhausted to see straight, Harry stumbled through the crowds trying to grab him and congratulate him as he searched for that white blonde hair. He finally saw him and gave cry of alarm as Draco was lifted to his feet by the Aurors, hands tied behind his back.

“No! Stop!” He called out frantically stumbling forward, just as Albus and Severus broke through the crowd. The Aurors turned and seeing who it was immediately stopped dragging Draco away.

“Harry!” Draco cried in relief, trying to step toward him, but being held back. “You’re okay. They took me before I could make sure.” The blonde breathed, burying his nose in Harry’s hair as Harry slammed into his chest clutching his robes.

“Untie him. Let him go.” Harry demanded stepping back, but not releasing his hold on Draco’s robes. Severus and Albus came to a stop behind him along with other Order members who were looking on the scene in surprise and curiosity.

“But Mr. Potter we -” The Aurors began looking apprehensively at each other.

“Release him!” Harry demanded more firmly, growing agitated and angry the longer Draco was tied up like some kind of animal.

“But Sir… You do know that this is Draco Malfoy. He’s a Deatheater.”

“Of course I fucking well know who he is!” Harry snapped angrily, causing the Aurors to flinch as a tendril of Harry’s wild magic hit them. “And Draco is not a Deatheater! He’s a spy just like Severus. He’s the one who informed us of the battle today. If not for him we wouldn’t have been nearly as prepared as we were!”

Harry saw Draco’s own eyes widen slightly at this announcement. It was true that Draco had informed Severus of the final battle, but Draco had never been an official spy for the Order.

“But Sir. He’ll still have to be put on trial just like Mr. Snape. Everyone with the mark must be -”

“Then set a date and we’ll be there, but until then he’s coming home with me.” Harry declared boldly.

The Aurors looked indecisively at Albus, who simply smiled at them with a twinkle in his eyes that hadn’t been there in the last few days. They then looked at each other once again before simultaneously reaching forward and unlocking Draco’s wrist from behind his back. Harry immediately dove forward into Draco’s arms, and Draco didn’t hesitate before wrapping them around Harry and holding him tightly against his chest.

Harry sighed in contented relief, and finally allowed the exhaustion to take him.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Draco whispered into his ear, as Harry felt himself lifted off of his feet and cradled in the blondes strong arms.

Harry snuggled close to Draco’s chest and nuzzled the blondes neck as he rested his head on Draco’s shoulder and closed his eyes with the first genuine smile anyone had seen on his face in months.

( )

The next time Harry found consciousness he was lying in bed back at Grimauld Place, his back spooned up against Draco’s chest as the blonde held him close.

“Harry?” Draco whispered against his ear after a few long moments of silence.

Harry rolled over and silently stared up at the blonde now hovering above him. Draco dipped his head down and captured Harry’s lips it a kiss so sweet and toe curling that it left Harry dazed even after Draco had pulled away.

“Albus said that everyone deserves a second chance… even people like me.” Draco whispered staring Harry directly in the eyes with so much emotion that Harry felt his body tingle. “Would you be my second chance Harry?”

Harry smiled softly up at Draco before wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck and bringing the blonde down for another long kiss.

( )

It's all over

It's all over now

No room for hiding

We're children fighting now

I hope you’d come up

To heaven right now

It's all over

It's all over now

Can I be the same?

Can I be the same?

The same...

The same...

Can I be Changed?

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