Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, etc. etc.

I have the new book so I'm going to be reading it or the next day or so.

this is the last chapter. Much mush and shmoopyness. Fun sex and all that.

Warning: HP/DM sex. that's all. so enjoy and review as you see fit


Draco sat in his chair next to Harry's bed in St. Mungo's. He yawned as he stared at Harry's unconscious face.

"You know, you ruined me," said Draco. "But I guess you know that by now. I had love all figured out. It was all violence. No matter what, love was violence. Love was something that I was used for. It wasn't something that I was given. It was something that was taken. I'd resigned myself to always looking for love in the forms I was accustomed to. But I fell for you. And to my great shock and horror you had fallen for me. The last person that anyone should be involved with. You gave your love so gently. You didn't demand anything from me. You didn't even ask anything of me. In my mind, it was insane. I kept waiting for you to become what I'm used to. I kept waiting for you to demand something, anything, so I could feel normal again. But you never did. Being with you, being loved by you, was like being wrapped in velvet. Soft, warm, protecting, and you were there. You were there with me in that sea of velvet holding onto me and letting me know that I wasn't alone. I cried so many times after we made love. I cried because nothing was wrong. I was so used to associating sex with pain and violence. The sex we had was sweet and loving and it made me cry that you could love me that much and that I could enjoy this finally. I cried because everything for a moment was so perfect that I thought my heart would break."

Draco gently took Harry's hand in his and held it to his cheek like Harry did once when he was trying to fumble his way back to the light.

"You've ruined me. I can't live without you and your love. And I love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. Please wake up Harry. My world just doesn't work without you in it anymore. I'll be here. I'll always be here."

Later that day Professor Dumbledore came to visit Harry.

"Good afternoon Mr. Malfoy," said Dumbledore gently. Draco managed a weak smile at the old wizard before returning his gaze to Harry. Dumbledore gently touched Harry's forehead. "He's doing well. He will come back to you soon."

"How do you know?"

"I've seen much young one. I've seen people in the exact same state remain in comas for months, even years. But none of them had a person who loved them at their side constantly." Tears crept out of Draco's eyes and he angrily tore them away from his face. "It's all right Draco. I know."

"What do you know?"

"I know that the two of you love each other very deeply and that nothing, not even death could separate the two of you." Draco put his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. Finally Draco cried. Dumbledore stayed next to Harry. He once again passed a hand over Harry's face.

"Would you like to help?" asked Dumbledore simply. Draco looked up at Dumbledore with amazed eyes.

"What... what are you talking about?"

"Harry is still here. He's trying to get back. He simply doesn't have a guide."

"How?"

"Give me your hand. Harry has simply lost hope."

"Why would he?"

"He was under the Cruciatus curse, but I'm sure he heard the Killing Curse be spoken and I think he believes that you are dead."

"But... it was Noel. He took the Killing Curse instead of me."

"We know that. But he doesn't know that."

"Can't he hear me speaking to him?"

"If he does, he probably thinks it is a dream or just wishful thinking. Hold his hand, and then take my hand." Draco did as he was told.

Suddenly Draco found himself in the darkest room he had ever been in. He still felt Dumbledore's hand tightly gripping his.

"Where are we?" he whispered as if he were in a dark church.

"This is Harry's world. This is where he has been for the past two weeks."

"What do we do now?"

"We search for Harry. Somewhere in this darkness he is waiting to be found." Both wizards began to slowly shuffle forward trying to get their bearings and figure out the dimensions of the place they were in. Soon Draco stubbed his toe on something soft.

"I think I've found him," he said with hesitation. He knelt down and searched blindly with his free hand. His hand found a leg which he followed to a torso and a head. He felt the forehead and felt the shape of the lightning bolt scar that he had touched so many times. "It's Harry! I've found him." He felt the old wizard kneel down next to him and heard him whisper,

"Lumos." A light appeared in Dumbledore's hand and Harry's body was seen. Harry was thin and pale. "Speak to him, he'll hear you now." Draco was suddenly at a loss for words. All this time he had been talking to Harry's unconscious body for two weeks and suddenly, knowing that Harry would hear him, he couldn't think of anything to say. Finally he started saying the first thing that came to mind.

"Harry... Harry wake up. It's time to get up and go to work. I know you want to lie here and sleep with me, but you have to get up or they'll fire you for sure. You know you want to go. You said they have a great cheesecake today. Bring a piece home for me. Come on my love, it's time to get up. I love you Harry. You have to wake up. Please come back to me."

"I can't..." muttered Harry. Draco was startled but relieved that he'd finally heard some kind of word from Harry. "I can't..."

"Why not Harry? Why can't you come back to me?"

"I couldn't save you. I was in pain. I heard the killing curse. I heard the thud of your body on the porch. I let you die."

"Harry, I'm not dead."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not dead." Draco took Harry's hand in his. "Feel my hand? I'm right here. I'm not dead."

"You have to be."

"No, I'm not dead. Noel took the Killing Curse. He died. Crispin went back to Switzerland with his body and buried him. Sam Malfoy is dead, he was given a Dementor's Kiss. But I'm not dead. I'm right here next to you. Open your eyes, and you can see me. Please." Harry opened one eye hesitantly. When he saw Draco and Dumbledore above him, he opened both eyes and stared at Draco.

"You're... you're alive. How... Draco help me..."

"All you have to do is wake up my love. That's all." Draco kissed Harry on the forehead.

Suddenly, Draco and Dumbledore were back in St. Mungo's. Draco looked at Harry. Harry's eyes slowly fluttered opened and looked at Draco with his fuzzy vision.

"You look like an angel," Harry said to Draco. Draco's eyes filled with tears of relief. He leaned over and kissed Harry's face several times.

"Thank you professor," said Draco.

"It was nothing," said Dumbledore with a smile. Then he nodded his goodbyes to both boys.

"I thought you were dead," said Harry touching Draco's face. "I'm glad you're here."

"Do you want your glasses?" said Draco trying to keep from crying.

"No, let me see the world like this for a while. Everything is softer like this." Draco felt the lump in his throat gaining power and he tired to look away. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. That's the problem." Harry held up his arms to his lover and Draco gratefully climbed into the bed next to Harry. The two held each other and nestled into each other's bodies as tightly as they could wishing they were at home.


A month later they had been at home for a while. It was their one year anniversary. Harry had the day off and was cooking at home for their anniversary. Draco had gotten a job at a book store and was coming home early. Harry was nervous. He was actually nervous. He had been considering what he was going to do for months, but the events of the last month had pushed him into deciding.

"I'm home!" Draco announced as he came through the door from the winter weather. "By Merlin it's cold out there."

"Why do you think I built a good fire," said Harry greeting Draco with a passionate kiss.

"Mmm, miss me did you?" said Draco with a grin.

"You know I did," said Harry leaning in for another kiss. Draco didn't resist and both let their hands roam over each other's bodies as they deepened the kiss and their tongues battled in secret.

"Damn," sighed Draco when they finally stopped for breath. "Aren't we horny tonight." Harry gently kissed Draco on the lips then bit his own lip as he thought if this was the right time. "What is it?" asked Draco gently.

"I have a question for you," said Harry.

"All right, I have an answer."

"I hope so," said Harry quietly as he got down on one knee. Draco's heart jumped into his throat and his eyes welled up with tears. Harry pulled out a small box from his pocket and said, "Draco Malfoy, I love you. I want you to be with me forever. Would you do me the honor, of being my husband?" Harry opened the box and held out two simple silver bands. "It's not much I know-"

"It's wonderful," said Draco with tears in his voice. Harry slowly stood and handed one of the rings to Draco. Harry put the ring he held on Draco's left hand ring finger. Draco put the ring he held on Harry's left hand ring finger. "I love you Harry. Of course I'll be your husband." They kissed each other gently at first, but then deepened the kiss once again. "Let's go upstairs," said Draco in a husky voice. Harry nodded in agreement and the two sprinted after each other up the stairs and into their room. Once in the room, it was a race to see who would get stripped down first. Once they were both naked they grabbed each other again and began kissing again. Draco laid Harry down on the bed and began torturing his love with kisses on his neck and chest. Harry writhed and moaned under his lovers attentions.

"I want to make love to you," he whispered to Harry.

"Then do it before I die here from anticipation." Draco grinned evilly before lubing himself up. As they always did when making love, they looked each other in the eyes and held each other's hands. Draco slowly but steadily plunged into his lover and caused Harry's back to arch into the air. Draco kissed his lover deeply as he began moving inside of him.

"Gods... Draco..." whispered Harry.

"I love you... Harry... my love..." Draco moaned in response. Then no words were possible and only looks and breath passed between them until they climaxed. In the aftermath, both turned on their sides facing each other and held each other tightly.

"Is dinner going to burn?" asked Draco casually.

"I don't care, let it burn. I have you. That's all I need." Draco kissed Harry gently and replied,

"You're all I need. I love you."

"I love you."