Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: Okay guys this is it! The final chapter! Thank you so much for everyone who's read it, favourited it, favourited me, added it to their alerts, reviewed, just everyone really! This is my first fic and I honestly couldn't have asked for a better or warmer welcome and reception on this site =] You are all wonderful people and I hope I don't disappoint you with this ending. I have tried to leave it slightly open so I can write a sequel in time, but also give it an ending that could serve its purpose as a finality to the story as well. Thank you again, enjoy!
"We," Harry said again gesturing between himself and the blonde, "are married."
Hermione chose that moment to leap in and cover Harry's mouth with her hand. "He's just in shock." she said quickly before Draco could recover from his gaping-mouthed state. "He found something out from Madame Pomfrey which has just...impacted on him a bit."
"Clearly." Draco replied, flabbergasted. "What did she tell him?" Hermione exchanged a look with Ron. "Oh Merlin, he's not pregnant is he? Is that even possible? Shit, what am I going to do, he doesn't even want to be with me, but now he's going to have to and he'll be so unhappy -"
"Malfoy, shut up for a second, will you?" Ron interjected. Malfoy's jaw snapped shut.
"He's not pregnant." Hermione stated calmly, "You have to have treatment for that, but I don't think it's our place to tell you what is wrong." she slowly pulled her hand away from Harry's mouth. "Harry?" he turned to look at her. "Ron and I are going to go to lunch now, we're going to leave you to talk to Draco, alright? You tell him what Madame Pomfrey said." Harry nodded blankly and stared after the pair as they left.
"Harry?" Draco said and tentatively touched the back of Harry's clenched fist. The moment their skin touched goosebumps erupted on their skin and there was a loud crack inside their heads. Then suddenly Draco was sitting on the floor and had an arm and mouth full of a very horny Harry Potter. He groaned when he felt Harry's arousal press against his thigh and bucked his hips up, all thoughts of an explanation forgotten.
"Fuck." Harry groaned as he pulled off his trousers and boxers and quickly unzipped Draco's jeans. "I've never felt this needy before," he panted as he stroked Draco's cock reverently. "But I need you in me, and I need you now."
Draco moaned as he attached his mouth to Harry's again while Harry secured the room with a silencing and locking charm so strong that even Madame Pomfrey wouldn't be able to get out of her office attached to the wing. Then he stretched and lubricated himself with another flick of his wand, climbed into Draco's lap, and impaled himself onto his cock, pulling up and sitting down hard, fucking himself.
"Fu-u-uck. Draco, you feel so good!" Harry groaned as he slammed himself down harder and harder, building up to his climax. Draco merely grunted and pushed up further into Harry, then felt his balls tighten and his stomach coil before he exploded inside of Harry. As he was riding out his orgasm, he felt Harry tighten impossibly around him and watched him as he arched his back and came over himself, dirtying the shirt and robes he still had on.
"Oh sweet baby Jesus." Harry sighed as he relaxed into Draco's lap, still comfortably filled. "That was so fucking good." As if in agreement, Harry's stomach rumbled and growled. He sighed again in relief. "And I'm finally hungry." he clutched himself to Draco, ignoring the protests from his stomach.
"You make yourself hungry by having sex with me?" Draco asked, bemused.
"Hm? Yeah, something like that." Harry yawned. "I'll explain later, right now I'm sleepy." he stretched, yawned again, and promptly fell asleep on top of Draco. Draco smiled at the boy in his lap and smoothed his hair down with one hand while he gently pried himself away with another. He redressed Harry, scorgified his clothes, put him in the bed they had forgotten about, and tucked himself back into his jeans before releasing the hospital ward of the charms that were in place.
Five minutes later, Madame Pomfrey bustled in from her office to hear almighty grumbles and growls of Harry's stomach. She raised her eyebrows at Draco and clucked,
"Though I do not appreciate your choice of location, I am glad to see that you two are seeing 'eye to eye' again. Kindly tell Mr. Potter that he is free to leave in the morning. If he can move, that is." Draco flushed as he realised how much the mediwitch knew, and stared determinedly at his hands in his lap. Madame Pomfrey chuckled to herself before leaving out the main doors of the wing.
Harry woke up comfortably niched between a pillow and a warm body. He stretched experimentally and smiled to himself when he felt the arm over his waist tighten protectively. He rolled over to see the sleeping face of his beautiful jailer, and shuffled into Draco's chest, breathing in his scent. He sighed contentedly, thinking that this was the way things were meant to be.
"Harry?" Harry looked up again at Draco and saw that he was now looking down at him with a steady grey gaze. "I'm assuming you won't rape me again if I touch you." he smirked, the corners of his mouth twitching.
"Shove off." Harry nudged Draco affectionately in the ribs, then leant his head up and pressed a quick peck to his lips before snuggling back down into his chest. "You know, last night was the first night I haven't had a nightmare in for years."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. I think having you here helped." Harry smiled into Draco's chest and felt the Slytherin's arm tighten over him again.
They lay there like that for a few minutes until Draco broke the silence.
"As much as I love companionable silence, it does make it hard to address some issues such why you were here in the first place."
Harry sighed. He knew this moment had been coming, but he didn't want to scare Draco off. They were both still only eighteen, yet they had unknowingly gone through a process stronger and more binding than marriage. He knew that if Draco left then he would be the one to suffer. His magic would kill him.
"If you don't want it then we can look for ways to undo or get rid of it, so please don't freak out." Harry began.
"Harry you're worrying me now, what's wrong? Are you ill?"
"No! No, nothing like that. It's just, well, you remember the night of the Reunion Ball?" Draco mock grimaced,
"The night where you professed your love for a man other than me, yes, how could I forget? You cut me so deeply."
"What happened after, you twat."
"After?" Draco cocked his head to one side, eyes wide with feigned innocence, "I don't believe anything happened after. You probably went and raped the Weasel, no?"
Harry huffed in frustration. "Fine, if you don't want to know, then that's just fine."
Draco chuckled, "Harry, you know I want to know, but I would appreciate it ever so much if you could just spit it out. Despite how adorable I find you when you're grumpy, I'm worried about you and want to know what's wrong."
"Fine. As I was saying, on the night of the Ball we - well, we - the thing is, is that -"
"Harry." Draco warned.
"We bonded." Harry murmured in a very quiet voice. Draco went pale, paler than usual.
"We what?" he asked, shocked.
"We bonded, magically. When I stayed away from you my magic started to starve me, then went back to normal after last night. It's powerful. Hermione said that we're practically married now."
"We are bonded? Us? You and me? Together?" Harry nodded grimly.
Suddenly Draco's face broke in half with the widest smile Harry had ever seen on anyone. Draco leapt out of bed, pulling Harry with him, and easily lifted the smaller boy (made lighter by a week and a half of starving) in the air and spun him round in a circle before kissing him soundly on the mouth.
"That's brilliant! Wonderful! Amazing news! We're bonded, Harry. You and me, forever!" he laughed, putting Harry back on the ground and hugging him. His moods were infectious and Harry found himself smiling as well, seeing that Draco wanted this.
"I love you, Harry. I'm sorry I couldn't say it before, I honestly didn't know what love was, I couldn't tell the difference. I was planning this big date for us in order to tell you, but then I heard you were here and I had to see you. But none of that matters anymore because I love you and we're bonded in a way that no one can break."
"I love you too, my dragon." Harry smiled up at Draco who grinned down, looking the happiest Harry had ever seen him.
"Just think, Harry, we have the whole future ahead of us." Draco spun round and started pacing and gesturing wildly with his hands. "We'll buy a house with a huge garden we can play Quidditch in, we'll buy a dog, and a cat, ten of each if you wanted them! We can convert a room into a nursery, decorate it with whatever we wanted, our kid would never want for anything. We could buy a swing set, build a swimming pool, plant creepers that will flower in the Summer. I can see it, Harry and it will be perfect." he returned to Harry and took his hands in his, looking into his emerald eyes. "You and me, we'll be perfect."
Harry smiled and kissed Draco gently, "I love you so much, Draco. Anything you want I'll do. The whole future. All of it, every single thing you said, if you want it and you want me, it's yours."
Draco smiled, "You're amazing, you know that?"
"I've been told." Harry grinned. "Killing dark Lords does wonders for one's reputation."
"Twat. I wonder how people will react to the great Harry Potter being swept away by the evil Draco Malfoy."
"Hmm, you being evil. I can't imagine it. You'll have to show me one night."
Draco raised one elegant eyebrow. "Ever the adventurous Gryffindor, huh?" he growled, low in his chest.
"Ever the willing Slytherin, huh?" Harry replied, leaning up and licking Draco's lips like a snake. Draco groaned.
"Harry, you don't know what you do to me."
"Much the same as what you do to me, I guess." Just as Draco leant in for what would have ended as role-play sex, Harry's stomach gurgled unhappily, as if annoyed that it had been ignored for so long. "Ah. I'm afraid you'll have to contain your evil side for a little longer yet, my dragon. I need food. Pronto." Harry licked Draco's mouth again, this time slipping his tongue in to tease him and ducked under Draco's outstretched arms that were ready to ravish him. He ran through the doors and down thousands of stairs towards the kitchens, with Draco hot on his heels.
When they were gone, Madame Pomfrey emerged from her office and walked over to the frame of Albus Dumbledore they had installed in the hospital wing. "Well, Albus, I assume that this proves you right."
"My dear Poppy, in this world there were only two people who didn't judge Draco Malfoy by his 'cover', so to speak. Those two were an eleven-year-old Harry Potter and myself. Sadly I passed before I could prove just how wrong people were. Perhaps Harry will now be the one who can show the rest of the Wizarding World that one should never, under any circumstance, base their opinion on first impressions."
A/N: Thank you for reading! Please review, even if you're someone reading this years from now, it's so lovely (and useful) to see what ideas people like and what they don't, so please keep it up! Thank you so much for all your support, and I hope to be back soon with another fic =]