Title: Like It Like That

Author: Yih

Disclaimer: All rights are JK Rowling, just borrowing the characters for some slashy goodness!

Warning: This is slash! M/M relationship! Don't bother flaming since this is your warning, got it?

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7: Love is Sacrifice (August 1, 2003)

{1 year later}

"Are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

Draco smiled at the image Harry made beautifully dressed in a black custom tailored suit. His husband-to-be looked gorgeous now that the hollow lines that had previous lined his face had been erased by his sacrifice. Now, there wasn't much of a difference between their physical appearance. Draco knew he looked paler and more sickly, but Harry looked far more healthier and tanned.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered softly, his brilliant green eyes gazing into Draco's silvery orbs regretfully. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Draco murmured soothingly, wrapping his arms around his beloved. "I don't care. I know I'll make you fall in love with me. You do care, don't you?"

"Yes," Harry answered raggedly, "I do care."

Draco's smile was triumphant and filled with joy at that simple omission. "That's enough for now. That's the first step. How could you not love me?" Draco queried with deliberate arrogance. "After all, I am every girl's fantasy and a good deal of boys' wet dreams."

"Arrogant prat," Harry muttered, resting his head against Draco's chest. "I'm still sorry though."

"Don't be."

"It's hard."

"I know," Draco responded with a small smile. It was hard for Harry because Harry was the typical Gryffindor. He believed in self-sacrificing for the good of others, and he couldn't accept the sacrifice of another for his own good. It was one of the many things he learned that he adored about Harry. "But aren't you glad you took me up on my offer?" Silence was his answered. Not glad. "You wouldn't have been able to see your best friends get married."

Harry nodded and kissed the side of Draco's neck. "Thank you."

Draco smiled and cupped Harry's face, tilting his head down to kiss Harry sweetly on the lips. It hadn't taken more than a month after the first time after he'd made love to Harry to convince Harry to go through with the bonding ritual. Of course, it hadn't hurt that Hermione, Ron, Severus, Dumbledore, and Remus had been on his case the entire time to accept Draco's generous offer. It had taken him 10 months since then to convince Harry that he'd be beyond happy if Harry married him.

As Draco had told him teasingly after Harry had said 'yes' to him a month ago, that he was just trying to make an honest man out of Harry. But they were finally here. It was a small wedding, a private affair. The only people that were attending were the Granger-Weasleys, the Weasleys, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, and Blaise Zabini.

"You don't need to thank me," Draco murmured back. "Thank you." He pulled Harry into his arms tightly and molded their perfectly fitted bodies together. "Thank you for saying you'll marry me. You have no idea how happy this makes me."

The only thing that would make him happier would be to hear that Harry loved him. But that could wait. They had time. They had all the time in the world. And he would not rest until he heard those three words from Harry's lips. I love you.

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{2 years later}

"I AM NEVER HAVING SEX AGAIN!" Hermione screamed as another horrible wave of contractions hit her. She dug her nails into her husband's arm as the pain ripped through her body. Harry and Draco sat on the other side of her, Harry lending her his arm to give Ron a break, but Hermione refused to hurt her best friend. "OH GOD THIS IS BLOODY HELL, WHY DON'T BOOKS SAY HOW BLOODY AWFUL THIS IS??!!"

Harry's lips quirked into a smile that was also shared by Draco while Ron tried to get his arm away from his wailing wife. "So we won't hear any more mad crazy sex happening next door anymore? What a pity."

Hermione glanced at the beautiful yet frail young man that was her very best friend in the entire world. Even Ron couldn't compare to the relationship she'd grown to have with Harry over the past two years. They were like siblings, the best of friends, like family. She had been elated when Draco had been hired as the Charms professor a year ago; thus, the Potter-Malfoys had moved to live at Hogwarts.

It was just right to see Harry back at Hogwarts. And of course, Dumbledore had thought it exceedingly clever to put the two youngest couples next to each other with a very thin wall between them. They had all heard the screams of ecstasy coming from the other couple's sex marathons. Draco was always teasing her at staff meetings that she should be the Offense professor instead of the Defense professor since she always took the initiative.

"Almost there," Poppy encouraged, "just one more good push, Hermione, and it'll all be over."

"Come on," Harry murmured, wiping away the hair that had fallen over Hermione's chocolate brown eyes, "you can do it, 'Mione."

She pushed as hard as she could, the pain a secondary thought when she heard the healthy cry from her baby. Oh god, she'd just had her first baby. Oh Merlin, she was a mother! "You have a healthy baby boy, Hermione," Poppy declared, cleaning the energetically crying baby before resting him into Hermione's grateful arms.

"He's so beautiful," Hermione whispered in awe. She kissed her son's forehead and glanced away to stare into Harry's emerald eyes. "His name is going to be Harry James Granger-Weasley." Harry started to open his mouth to protest but Hermione continued before he could get a word in edgewise, "Ron and I already decided this when we first found out I was pregnant. If it was a boy, we'd call him Harry and if it was a girl, Lily."

"He's honored," Draco answered for his husband, wrapping his arms around his beloved darling. "Just too speechless right now to form the right words."

"I am," Harry croaked, smiling brilliantly at them all. "I really am."

Hermione grinned when she saw Harry lean against his husband to take off a bit of the lightheaded sensation he felt most of the time when he got tired. In the two years that Draco and Harry had been together, they had become increasingly affectionate though Harry had confessed he hadn't told Draco that he loved him. He still didn't know. Then again, Harry was always the oblivious one, Hermione reflected.

She have to tell him soon, she thought. Well, she had to convince him soon. Stubborn Gryffindor that he was, he'd probably refuse to admit it. But it was so obvious that he cared deeply about Draco, that he probably did love the Slytherin. They were perfect for each other. She was glad that Harry had decided to bond and marry Draco. It was the right move for all of them. After all, there was no one else she wanted to be the godfather of her baby than Harry James Potter-Malfoy.

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{6 years later}

It was getting worse. But it was nine years longer than what he thought he had. He smiled beautiful and stared as the sun started to fade, watching his godson playing around the Quidditch pitch with a child's broom. Jamie was getting really good at riding a broom, a natural. It was rather eerie how much Jamie looked like him, well Hermione. Dark brown hair that was always unruly and the same round glasses that he wore. Looking like Hermione invariably meant he looked quite a bit like his namesake.

He was the only one in the family that didn't have red hair. While Hermione had threatened never to have sex again, it hadn't been more than a month before Hermione and Ron had been at it again. It was no wonder less than two years later they had a beautiful daughter they named Emma Lily Granger-Weasley. The girl was the spitting image of Ron, but was exactly like Hermione in personality. Emmy had her godfather, Draco, wrapped around her finger.

It was time. "Jamie," he called out, "time's up." He heard Jamie complain a bit, but he landed his broom without having to be told twice. Jamie knew that his godfather wasn't strong enough to force him to do what he wanted, and he loved his godfather too much to cause him a headache.

"Let's go to dinner together," Jamie declared brightly, holding his hand out to Harry.

Harry smiled. "I'll join you later, will you go find Uncle Draco and tell him I'm waiting outside here for him?"

Jamie nodded and start running back to the castle, up the flight of stairs to Draco's office at the Ravenclaw side. Harry turned his ahead away from Jamie's running form to watch the sun set at the end of such a beautiful day. There was no way he could end the bond that he had between Draco and himself, but he could refuse to take the magical energy that was there for him.

Draco's magic wasn't enough to sustain him anymore. He knew that. It was getting to the point if he kept leeching off Draco, that Draco would probably go into shock with him. He had to tell Draco to quit trying, to just let go of him. They had spent years longer than they had expected. It was all because of Draco's inner strength. Draco was an incredible man, a wonderful husband.

"Harry?" Draco called out. "Jamie said you wanted to see me?"

Harry nodded and gestured for his husband to join him. "Yes," he answered, "I need to ask you to let go of me." Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Harry cut him off, "I don't want you to die, Draco. You can't force me to take your magical energy. You know that. And I love you too much to let you do that."

He smiled brilliantly at Draco's shocked expression. "Yes, I love you. I have for a few years; it took a while for me to admit it to myself. I know you've been waiting a longtime to hear the words, but I was afraid to tell you. But there's no other way. I don't want you to die with me, I love you too much. If you love me, you'll live for me. Think of our godchildren, of Hermione and Ron, and Blaise.

"They love you, you know. And you know Emmy would cry herself for weeks if you died. You wouldn't want to break her heart, would you? You wouldn't want to break my heart, would you?"

Draco shook his head slowly. "No," he answered hoarsely, "but I can't live without you, love. I can't. Don't ask me too. I love you too much to keep going if you're gone."

"If you love me, you will live for me," Harry whispered fervently back. "Don't break my heart, Draco. I love you. You need to let go of me. Do it for me?"

"I can't."

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{3 months later}

Draco stared at the dirt where his beloved darling Harry was buried under. He had let go, but it had been hard. Their last two months together had been an agonizing heaven. Harry had showered his love on Draco, the dam that had held it back finally breaking. But it was also painful because he knew that it was ending, that their love was ending. He didn't want to let go but he knew the end was coming.

He had always thought that when Harry died he would die with him. But their bond wasn't a life bond but a sustaining bond. There was a difference, a life bond would had killed him by being incomplete but a sustaining bond simply died when Harry died. And as much as he didn't want to live without Harry, he found he couldn't break Harry's heart. Harry loved him and he had asked him to live for him. So he would, even if it was unbearable.

"You are stronger than you know," Hermione whispered into his ear. "It's late, Draco. Emmy wants you to tell her a story before she goes to bed. You know she won't rest 'til you do."

"I know," Draco murmured. "I'm coming. Just a minute more?"

Hermione nodded and squeezed his shoulder comfortingly. She knew how hard it was for him. She knew better than any because she had been closest to both of them.

"I love you, Harry James Potter-Malfoy. I always will."

The inscription on the headstone read:

In school, we fought.
In war, we understood.
In the after, we fell.
In marriage, we grew.
In life, we loved.
In the end, we remain---
in blissful completion.

~ The End ~

Author's Note: I think it's a pretty happy ending. You didn't really think I was going to have Harry live right? ^-~ and kill Draco off too? No, Draco's too sweet to be killed. Anyway, I've gotten over my Dracy/Harry fix, so -cheers- I only have 3 WIPs right now. I'm tempted to start MPREG sequel to A Slytherin's Love, but I know I won't finish it--- so I'm not writing it, even if I have everything outlined. I can't handle 4 WIPs, especially since I don't know how long WAD's going to be and I think everyone wants to me finish that one ;p. If I ever start another series, it'll be a 10,000 to 15,000 word one, this one clocked it at just under 12,000. Good length, nice read. I think it was pretty good for me. Hey at least I finished it? Three cheers!

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Thanks to death-resurrected, Ama-chan, Kiwii2, krystle, beautifulelf, Tasha, Tempest8, abraxis, Quickjewel (true you can, others can't).

Irihi Safaia: Well, I do enjoy HP/DM a great deal. I think I write it well enough. LILT was the half inspiration for WAD, even if they seem completely different.

RiverWhiteDragon: Thanks! I do try ;p. I pumped emotions into this particular story.