A/N: Hey! I'm sorry that this final chapter took so long, but I've had trouble accessing a pc to type it up. Well, I'm quite sad to have to do the last story, but that's the way of the world. This is the first fic I've finished on this site, so I'm proud of myself! Thank you very much for all of your reviews, your support means a lot to me. Thanks, and here it is!
Harry turned around with some trepidation. He was making his way into the Great Hall for the Welcoming Feast, and didn't feel much like having a fight. He was too hungry.
Crossing his arms, he watched Malfoy push through the crowd towards him, eyes narrowed in suspicion, especially when he noticed the bruise on the blonde's cheek.
"I just want to say," Draco said, stepping in front of the Gryffindor, "Thank you for putting my dad in prison. I'm finally free and out from under his spell. So, thanks. Also, I'd just like to apologise for my behaviour the past few years. I was wrong to behave that way towards you, and I'm really sorry."
Harry stared at the Slytherin, thinking he'd lost his mind, but then he looked deeper, and saw the honest sincerity in the silver-blue eyes.
"I accept your apology," Harry replied, as Ron pushed back to his side. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry too."
"Thanks, and Weasley, Granger," Draco turned to Harry's friends. "I'm really sorry for bullying you, too."
"Shove off, Malfoy!" Ron snarled, grabbing Harry's arm and dragging him away.
Sitting down, Harry glared at the redhead.
"What did you do that for?" he asked.
"He's bad news, Harry," Ron answered. "You shouldn't have accepted his apology. It's obviously a trick."
"What?" Harry was annoyed. "It's not. He was being sincere!"
"Honestly Harry!" Hermione looked at him, scandalised. "This is Draco Malfoy we're talking about here. Sincere is not in his vocabulary. He's just trying to get on your good side so he can deliver you to Voldemort!"
Harry stared at his two best friends as though they were mad. Finally, he decided to leave them be, turning to watch the Sorting.
The next day, Harry noticed that Draco was standing on his own outside DADA. Deciding to be friendly, the Gryffindor wandered over to the Slytherin.
"Why are you on your own?" he asked.
"The Slytherins don't want me," Draco replied. "They reckon I should want to join Voldemort and kill you, as opposed to wanting to join you and kill him."
"Well, come and sit with us in class," Harry said as Lupin opened the door.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron hissed as Harry slid into the seat next to him.
"Being friendly," Harry replied, still disgruntled with his best friend.
"Well, I don't want him to sit with us!" Ron grumbled, glaring at the blonde.
"Look, I'll move," Draco mumbled, looking uncomfortable.
"No!" Harry narrowed his emerald eyes at Ron. "I want you to stay Draco. Ron, you'll just have to deal with his presence."
"If he won't leave then I will!" Ron stood up and stormed away.
"Honestly, Harry," Hermione tutted. "If you don't listen to us, you'll have to find out your mistakes on your own. But just remember, if you play with fire, you'll burn your fingers."
With that, she followed her boyfriend. Sighing, Harry turned to face the front.
"I'm sorry for causing problems," Draco whispered as Lupin began his lecture.
"Don't worry, it's then not you," Harry replied. "It's not your fault that they hold grudges."
The two teens began to take notes, and Harry, already able to produce a Patronus, decided to explore his new powers. Over the summer, he'd developed empathy, which, according to Dumbledore, was a rare gift. He'd been given exercises to control his senses, and now was fully in control.
Stretching his mind out to Draco, he sensed the blonde's happiness at having a true friend, and being free from his father.
Felling pleased, Harry reached out to Ron and Hermione, but found nothing except anger, disappointment and, surprisingly, jealousy.
Puzzled, Harry decided to se what the class thought of his friendship with Draco. He found that they felt angry and betrayed.
Hearing his name called, Harry glanced up at Lupin, who was asking him to demonstrate his Patronus.
Summoning his happiest memory, Harry raised his wand and cried, "Expecto Patronum!"
The silver stag erupted from the end of his wand, and Harry felt awe radiating around him as the Patronus galloped around the room. A piece of parchment was shoved in front of him, and Harry glanced down to see a note in Draco's neat handwriting. Smiling, he read the words. That was brilliant!
"This is so difficult!" Draco moaned.
The class had been practising their Patronus' for half an hour. Those who had been in the DA were a little rusty, but slowly, they were one more getting the hang of it, well, all except Ron and Hermione, whose anger at Harry was clouding their abilities, and they couldn't summon a happy enough memory.
Draco, who had never conjured a Patronus, was having trouble.
"Look, you just don't have a happy enough memory," Harry reasoned calmly.
"I'm using the happiest one I've got!" Draco insisted.
"Well, maybe something's blocking you," Harry frowned. "I know you can do this."
"Really?" Draco asked.
"Yes," Harry replied. "Tell you what, I'll help you cast one, and then I'll leave to fly solo. What do you think?"
"You can help me cast?" Draco was amazed.
"Yeah," Harry nodded, getting up off the table. Standing close to Draco, Harry grasped the hand holding Draco's wand. A shock ran through Draco, but Harry chose to ignore it.
"Close your eyes and find your memory," the Gryffindor whispered. "Concentrate on it, and when you're ready, cast the spell."
A few moments later, and Harry felt a surge of power flow through Draco as the spell was cast. Pouring his own magic into the wand, Harry pushed Draco's spell into being, retracting his magic before Draco's wand exploded form the force.
Next to him, Draco opened his eyes at the feeling of Harry's power, and gasped when he saw his Patronus. A bright silver wolf stood before him.
"Wow," Draco breathed, watching the spell dissipate.
"Try it on your own now," came a voice from beside him.
Glancing at Harry, Draco saw a confidence in the emerald eyes that made him believe in himself. Summoning up his happiest memory, Draco raised his wand and conjured his wolf.
"See? I told you, you could do it!" Harry was pleased. "You just needed to get over whatever was blocking you."
"What do you think it was?" Draco asked.
"I don't know," Harry replied, reaching over to take the blonde's wand. "When I pushed my magic in behind yours, I felt something. I had to force your magic out through it to break your magic out."
"What do you mean?" Draco asked.
"I don't know…wait…" Harry closed his eyes and poured his senses into the wand. Finding what he was looking for, Harry pulled back.
"There's a blocking spell on your wand," he said.
"What!" Draco cried, standing up and snatching his wand back.
"Someone has put a spell on your wand to stop certain spells from being cast," Harry replied. "I recognise the magical signature, but-"
"Ok class! It's time to go. Homework is to keep practising your Patronus'," Lupin called.
Harry and Draco waited until the rest of the class had left, before walking up to the front desk.
"Professor Lupin," Harry began. "I think that someone has put a blocking spell on Draco's wand. What's more, I think it was Lucius."
"I knew it would have something to do with him!" Draco muttered.
Lupin took the Slytherin's wand and cast a few spells upon it.
"You were right, Harry. There is a blocker on here and the signature is Lucius'," Lupin affirmed. "I'll just get rid of it for you."
Casting what appeared to be a complicated charm, Lupin removed the spell on the wand.
"There you go."
"Why do you think that your father put a blocker on your wand?" Harry asked Draco during break.
"Probably because he doesn't want me to be able to cast certain spells for defence so that one day I'll get killed," Draco replied.
"Why would he want that?" Harry asked, shocked.
"Because he feels that I've betrayed him by refusing to serve Voldemort. It's a big insult to him that his only son and heir will not follow in his footsteps," Draco replied. "He wants me to die as a punishment."
"That's awful!" Harry cried. "Your father's evil!"
"I know," Draco sighed. "And you know that, too. After all, it's you he's tried to kill several times."
"Well, to be fair, it's only been tree times," Harry gave a brief half smile. "Voldemort's tried five times!"
The two boys began to spend all of their time together as the students turned against them, disapproving of their friendship.
It was two weeks after the beginning of term, and Harry was wandering around the corridors looking for Draco when he heard a scuffle coming from a corridor on his left.
As Harry came closer, he saw a gang of Slytherins gathered around a bloody mess on the floor.
"You are a filthy traitor!" they yelled. "Thank Merlin we don't have to bother about you bothering us any more!"
"What's going on here?" Harry asked.
Staring at the boy on the floor, he realised that the bloodstained hair was usually very blonde.
"Draco?" he asked.
A groan reached his ears.
"Get out of it Potter!" one of the Slytherins, Blaise Zabini, snarled. "Malfoy is ours now! He betrayed us and he must pay!"
"I don't think so!" Harry snarled, whipping out his wand.
Muttering a quick spell under his breath, Harry knocked all six Slytherins out and rushed forward to help Draco. Picking up the battered teen, Harry ran up to the Hospital Wing.
"Madame Pomfrey!" he yelled bursting through the door. "Draco's been beaten badly! Please help him!"
The nurse rushed over and began to tend to the blonde. Running around the Infirmary, looking for different potions and such, she found that the worried Gryffindor was in her way.
"Out Mr. Potter!" she yelled eventually. "You are in my way! I cannot heal him with you fussing about! I will call you in when he is healed."
Harry left reluctantly, and found a group of Gryffindors waiting outside for him.
"We saw what you did downstairs," Ron began. "And we didn't like it."
"Harry, it's almost as if you're becoming one of them," Dean continued. "Cursing people and all."
"You're spending way too much time around him," Seamus added. "He's a future Death Eater and is obviously leading you into a trap. You need to keep away from him."
Harry shook his head.
"You're all wrong!" he protested. "Draco's not like that! He doesn't want to be a Death Eater. We're friends now. Why can't you deal with that? Why can't you trust me?"
"Harry, we want you to know that we're only doing this for your sake, we don't want to," Ron stated.
"What are you talk-" Harry was cut short when a spell hit him.
Catching him before he hit the floor, the Gryffindors carried Harry up to Gryffindor Tower.
"But I don't want to be here!" Harry yelled. "I want to go check up on my friend!"
"Harry he's not your friend!" Ron screamed. "He's an enemy!"
"I've had enough!" Harry turned to stomp off towards the entrance, but Dean tackled him to the ground. Pinning the smaller boy to the ground, he stopped Harry's escape.
"Trust us Harry," he grunted. "This is for your own good!"
"No!" Harry yelled.
Using all the strength that he had, Harry flipped Dean off him and scrambled up. Running now, he was caught by Seamus, who grabbed him from behind and held him back.
"Harry, you have to trust us!" he panted. "We're only trying to help you!"
"No you're stopping me living my life the way I want to!" Harry replied.
He started struggling again, and Ron punched him in the face. Harry fell still, stunned.
"Harry you need to stop fighting us," he reasoned. "There's something wrong with you and we need to figure it out so we can help you."
Harry, having awoken from his stupor, threw Seamus off his back and punched Ron. The redhead staggered back and Harry made a dash for the door, but Ginny and the Creevey brothers blocked his way.
"What the hell is this?" Harry muttered.
Dean ran up behind him and delivered a blow to the back of his head. Harry lurched forward, but recovered quickly and spun, punching him across the face. Ron ran forward and tried to tackle the emerald-eyed boy, but Harry dodged and Ron crashed into Seamus. Neville whipped out his wand and cast an impediment charm on Harry. The raven-haired teen hit the floor, but tried to scramble up as soon as he regained his movement. The Gryffindor boys held him down, and as Harry struggled, beat him down.
Harry was nearing unconsciousness when the portrait hole opened and Professor McGonagall stormed in.
"What do you think you are doing making noise at this time of night?" she screeched. "You should be in be-"
She stopped, seeing what was going on for the first time. Pulling out her wand, she muttered a spell, and the boys flew off their housemate. Conjuring a stretcher, the professor levitated Harry onto it.
"I will be back to discuss your punishments," she said sternly, looking at the guilty students over her glasses. "Do not go anywhere."
With that, she left the Tower with Harry's stretcher floating behind her. Reaching the Hospital Wing, she found Dumbledore sitting in a chair next to Draco Malfoy.
"So you are sure that there was no-one else?" the headmaster was asking.
Draco's attention had been taken by the deputy headmistress' entrance.
"Harry?" he asked, as the stretcher was laid upon the bed next to his.
Madame Pomfrey rushed to heal him, and Draco watched anxiously as she fed potion after potion to the Boy-Who-Lived.
"I found him in the Gryffindor common rooms," McGonagall was saying. "The students were beating him up."
"I have noticed that the Gryffindors were splitting apart," Dumbledore mused. "I wonder why."
"It's because of me," Draco whispered.
"I beg your pardon?" McGonagall asked, turning to him.
"Harry and I have become friends," Draco replied. "The Gryffindors resent that. They've been at Harry for weeks to stop associating with me. They must have seen what he did downstairs and tried to stop him visiting me, but they went too far. This is all my fault."
"Draco, that is nonsense," Dumbledore comforted the blonde. "The Gryffindors and Slytherins shall be punished accordingly, and you and Harry will be given your own private rooms away from your Houses."
The two teachers left, and Draco was left to watch his friend sleep.
It was several weeks later, and the two boys were sitting in their common room working on their homework. Over the past few weeks they'd become closer, spending all of their time together. The students that had beaten them up had been given three months worth of detentions with both McGonagall and Snape.
"I just don't get this!" Harry sighed, throwing his quill down on his potions essay.
"What's so hard about it?" Draco asked, leaning over to see.
"I don't understand the whole concept of this potion," Harry relied.
"Well, the whole point is to show the drinker the image of the person they love the most in the whole World," Draco explained. "It's meant to help those who are confused in love, or lovers who are drifting apart. It can also be helpful to those who are unfaithful."
"Ok, I understand a bit better now," Harry bent his head over his parchment again, and began to scribble.
Draco smiled softly, and returned to his own homework.
An hour later, Harry put his quill down.
"Finished!" he crowed triumphantly.
"Let me see," Draco reached for the parchment.
Reading it through, he looked up with a smile.
"It's really good!" he congratulated the Gryffindor. "You'll get top marks for it!"
"I doubt it," Harry smiled. "I mean, Snape's going to mark it. But thanks, I couldn't have done it without your help."
Draco watched Harry for a moment, before his instincts took over, and he gave in to temptation. He leaned in and kissed the emerald-eyed boy. Realising what he was doing, he pulled back quickly.
"I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have done that," he stammered before running into the bedroom and locking the door.
Harry sat in shock for a moment, before what had happened sunk in. He kissed me! He thought. He'd known he had a crush on Draco for a while, but never really thought that the blonde could feel for him too.
Going over to the door, Harry rapped gently on the wood. When Draco didn't open or answer, Harry pulled out his wand and unlocked the door.
Draco was sitting on his bed, head in hands. He walked over to the Slytherin and opened his mouth to speak.
"Don't Harry," Draco whispered. "I shouldn't have done that, I know that. It was a mistake, and can we just forget that it hap-What are you doing?"
Harry had had enough of Draco's babbling and excuses and had straddled the boy's lap.
"I like you Draco," he explained, running a hand through the blonde's silky hair. "And you like me, don't you?"
"Of course I do!" Draco was shocked. "I just didn't think that you'd feel the same way."
"Draco, shut up," Harry smiled, leaning in.
Their lips met, and they felt a spark run through them. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him down onto the bed. They lay together, kissing for a long time. Harry rolled them over, so that he was below Draco. The blonde's hand slipped under Harry's shirt and began to explore the expanse of smooth, tanned skin he found there. Harry shivered and pulled Draco's shirt off.
"Harry…?" Draco whispered, as Harry started to kiss his way down the pale chest.
"I love you," Harry whispered. "Take me. Make me yours."
Draco began to harden at those whispered words. Pulling Harry's shirt off, he began to lavish attention on the raven teen's nipples. Harry moaned and tangled his hands in the blonde locks.
The two boys removed each other's clothes, caressed and kissed each other until they were both ready. Draco used a lubrication charm and stretched Harry's entrance gently. Positioning himself, he looked into Harry's emerald eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
Harry nodded and bucked his hips against Draco's to show him he meant it. Draco smiled and pushed inside Harry, gasping as he felt how hot and tight Harry was. He began to move in and out of Harry gently. Harry groaned as Draco's fist grabbed his erection and began to stroke in time to his thrusts.
The Gryffindor pulled Draco down for a kiss, and ran his hands down the blonde's back, wrapping his legs around his lover's waist.
They broke their kiss as they climaxed, screaming each other's names.
Panting, Draco pulled out of Harry and rolled off him, gathering the Gryffindor to him as they lay in their afterglow.
"Harry, I love you," Draco whispered.
"I love you too Draco," Harry replied.
A/N: Well, that's the end! I'm pleased with this one, 'cause it's the longest! I know that having both of them beaten up so close together was a little unbelievable, but I had to get them both in. please review, because I'd like to see what you think!
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