And it's over. It's done. The end has come. This is where we part my friends. Sorry it's short but hey, it's just an epilogue. *sniff sniff* I think I might cry!
Disclaimer: So to avoid a lawsuit I have to put this up. I don't own Harry Potter or Fruits Basket and therefore have no copyright claims because if I did I probably wouldn't be writing Fanfiction.
Warning: slash, yaoi, boy/boy, Mpreg and such. Don't like don't read. Real simple. Also, Draco/Harry and all other canons.
The night was quiet, the soft sound of nocturnal creatures moving about. The air was stiff with a sense of mystery that often occupied this time of day. And the moon was heavy in the air, one large circle that had Harry remembering bittersweet memories.
He gazed out at it all from the window of his room at the Weasley Hubble, as Ron had so elegantly named it. The soft breathing of his three children was the only sounds in the room as it should be at one o'clock in the morning.
It was a week after the whole Tohru rescue and the Sohmas, along with the Dursleys and a good chunk of the Weasleys, had all been sent home.
Malfoy had also left with his mother in tow.
A feeling of unease swept through Harry at that and a thought came unbidden to his mind.
What if Malfoy didn't mean it when he said he liked Harry?
Shaking the thought from his head, Harry went back to staring out the window.
He thought about happy things . . .
Like the look on Tohru's face when she told him that she and Kyo were trying out a relationship. And how shocked she had looked when Harry had told her that he'd thought they had already been in a relationship.
And then there had been Mrs. Malfoy's 'goodbye', if you could call it that.
That had been a weird conversation all around. And the look she had been giving him had bordered on awe – it had been a little unnerving.
It had started out simple enough.
She had thanked him for keeping Draco safe and inquired politely on Tohru's health. And then she had asked about the twins, which was to be expected.
But it had been her parting that had left Harry staring after her in shock.
She had looked him straight in the eye and said, "I expect you at the Manor within the next couple of months. My step-mother has an item that would suit you well."
And if that hadn't been confusing enough she had hugged him and said, "Out of everyone, I'm glad it's you."
And that had been it.
And Harry had been left stunned.
Shaking his head to dislodge the thought, Harry turned away from the window and looked over his children sleeping peacefully in his bed.
As was common with them, Teddy was sandwiched in between the twins, one on each arm. They were his heart now and Harry loved them a lot more than he thought was possible to love someone.
Moving silently across the room, Harry dropped a hand on Luke's head. He ran his hand over the fine blonde hair and found his thoughts drifting to Draco.
He couldn't help it really.
"They're something else."
The soft voice had Harry tensing up.
He hadn't heard the blonde entering, wasn't even aware that he was in the house.
Slowly, he turned around to find Draco Malfoy standing there, silhouetted against the heavy moon.
It was like Harry's thoughts had conjured him up.
"What are you doing here," the brunette whispered, his hand slipping out of Luke's hair.
"I came to talk to you."
Harry arched a brow at the simply put answer.
"And you couldn't have done that in the morning."
Draco lifted and dropped his shoulders in an unMalfoyish move.
He hadn't moved away from where he was leaning against the window pane.
Harry thought he looked like some kind of angel, his hair and eyes shining brightly in the moonlight.
"Now seemed like a good time."
Harry sighed and shook his head, deciding Malfoy really wasn't worth his time right now.
"Well say what you want to say and leave please. I'm tired."
"You weren't sleeping when I got here," Malfoy pointed out and finally he moved, walking toward Harry.
Panic filled Harry for a moment before he managed to squish it down.
And then his eyes nearly popped out of his head when Malfoy dropped to one knee.
He then pulled out a black velvet box and grabbed Harry's hand.
Harry was pretty sure the world had stopped moving.
"Harry James Potter," Draco began in an uncharacteristically soft voice. "I've loved you for I don't know how many years and have always been too cowardly to admit it before. But it's time that I man up and I plan to start now. Will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?"
Harry was pretty sure his world had been tilted upside down.
He didn't know what to say.
He was too stunned and Malfoy looked too earnest and nothing seemed to make complete sense.
Except Draco was proposing and it was in the wee hours of the morning and everything seemed so surreal.
It was the sound of his name that brought him back to the real world.
"Can you answer soon? My knee's starting to hurt."
It was such a Malfoy thing to say such a thing and Harry laughed. And he was surprised when it came out watery.
"Well," Malfoy asked irritably.
Harry smiled down at him before throwing his arms around the blonde in a move that he would later be embarrassed about.
"Of course," he whispered. "I was afraid you would never ask."
And that's it. The big finale! But hey, I might come up with a sequel, you never know.