Decorus Draco

Epilogue

"So it was all a lie then?" Harry asked.

"Well, Snape called it a well-intentioned fabrication."

"But it was a lie. We aren't soul mates."

"Basically, yeah."

Harry sipped his Butterbeer thoughtfully. "Hmmm. So how come you reacted to my touch then?"

Draco smirked. "More than you react to my touch, you mean?" He placed his hand on Harry's knee and slowly trailed his fingers upwards.

Harry grasped Draco's wandering hand under the table of the Three Broomsticks, and shot him a pseudo-angry glare.

"Shut up! You know what I mean. And stop trying to paw me in public."

"You never let me have any fun," Draco whined.

"Don't change the topic. Why did my touch affect you like that if I wasn't your soul mate?"

"Well, it turns out that in my Cattus form, the touch of anybody whom I care about calms me down. Blaise used to calm me down as well."

Harry frowned. "So you really cared for him, did you? I can't understand what you saw in him. He's sly, deceitful, cunning, sneaky..."

"You're right, he's too much like me, isn't he?" asked Draco, nodding his head.

"No, he's not! He's nothing like you. And he's really ugly."

Draco merely chuckled. "Is that so?"

Harry nodded and then looked back at Draco.

"Why'd you get all crazy about Eliot that night at the hospital then? I thought it was because I was your mate that it got you so riled up. And the way you hexed him. You really are terrible, you know!"

"I'm just a possessive bitch, I suppose," Draco said, shrugging his shoulders.

Harry jabbed him in the arm and Draco yelped.

Harry didn't drop the matter though. "So it was all because you cared for me then? You had feelings for me even before that, didn't you?"

Draco shrugged and sipped his Butterbeer.

"You did, didn't you? You had a thing for me before your Decorus powers came into effect, didn't you? That's just precious," Harry said, smirking.

"Harry, I wasn't the one who proclaimed to the whole school that I had the hots for my enemy, now was I?"

"Hey, I had an excuse. I wasn't in control of myself then."

"Excuses, excuses," said Draco, flicking Harry's nose with a finger.

"So how are the lessons going then?" Draco asked, after another sip of his Butterbeer.

"Snape says it's just going to be a couple of weeks before I have complete magical control. The power joining spell helped my body get some control over my magic. Too bad your house got destroyed in the process. Dumbledore said the power surge somehow balanced the power in my body. And the lessons are really helping me harness and focus my powers too."

"Great. And the Occlumency's going well too?"

"Yeah, I saw a few things in Snape's mind the last time that I really did not want to see. Did you know he owns a pair of pink lace underwear?"

"Okay, I definitely did not need to know that," Draco said, looking horrified.

Harry chuckled a little and then fell silent.

"And you're getting better at controlling yourself?" he asked Draco.

"Well, it's easier when you're around, but I have been practicing meditation and yoga to calm myself so that my body does not try to transform. Snape says the effects of the poison are wearing off, and I may be back to normal soon. Or as normal as I can get, I suppose. Snape thinks I will be able to transform into my Cattus form soon. Without going crazy. Isn't that just smashing?" Draco said, smiling wryly.

Harry nodded and sipped his own drink. "So do you regret it then?" he finally asked Draco.

"Regret what?"

"Everything. Letting me woo you. Letting me win you over. Your father's disowned you..."

"Only in public. He's given me access to a secret bank account, and told me that he'll be there for me if I really need him."

"I know. I still can't believe he actually Crucio'ed himself with your wand to make it look like you had fought him and escaped."

"Yeah, and he..." Draco paused, biting his lower lip. "The Dark Lord does not take failure lightly. I don't know what else he must have done to Father and Mother. They risked their lives to save me, and I..." Draco ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "What am I doing, Harry?"

Harry frowned. "Well, you're paying the price of being involved with me. Voldemort hurt your parents, and is out to get you as well now. God, I'm sorry I dragged you into this. I never wanted you to be hurt, Draco, never wanted anyone after your life."

"Well, he's not going to kill either of us. You're going to destroy him and the wizarding world is going to live happily ever after."

Draco smiled his sweetest smile at Harry and linked his fingers with the Gryffindor's.

Harry smiled and shook his head.

"I can resist your charm now, you know."

"You can?"

"Yeah. I no longer have that inexplicable attraction towards you."

Draco pouted. "What are you trying to say?"

"Just that I am in full control of my senses now and can walk away from this whenever I want."

"So walk away then, who's stopping you?" Draco said, looking rather annoyed.

"And give up all this? Are you crazy?" Harry leaned forward to kiss Draco, but Draco turned his face.

Harry laughed. "All I'm saying is - I know exactly why I want you now, and I'm not going anywhere. Not that that makes me any less crazy."

Draco finally smiled. "Git!"

Draco looked over and saw Blaise talking to Barnes. The one whom Draco had had a very nice 'talk' with about his touching Harry all the time. The Gryffindor had been understandably intimidated after spending a week in the hospital wing, and had agreed to leave Harry alone. Even the fight that followed with Harry had been worth putting that smug git in his place.

Draco frowned as he saw Blaise put an arm around Barnes.

~~~~~

"I can't believe they're actually together," Eliot said.

"For now, yes, they are," said Blaise. "But we, my dear Gryffindor, have a plan."

"So, what's your plan then?" Eliot asked.

Blaise chuckled. "Our plan is to wait. Wait and watch. They're still in the honeymoon phase now. When that wears off, as it will, Potter and Draco will fight. They always have, and once they take their rose coloured glasses off, they'll be back at each other's throats. And, Eliot, when that happens, we're going to be there for them. To offer a comforting shoulder and a hug."

"But I don't want to see Harry hurt," Eliot said, biting his lip.

"And that's exactly why you'll be here for him when Draco breaks his heart. You will be here for him, won't you?"

"Of course I will," Eliot said immediately. "I would do anything for Harry."

Blaise raised his glass of Butterbeer. "To the inevitable breakup then?"

Eliot smiled weakly, clinked his glass with Blaise's and said, "And to Harry's happiness."

Blaise frowned at that, but lifted his glass to his lips anyway.

~~~~~

Draco scowled at the sight of Blaise and Barnes toasting to something.

"They're up to something, I just know they are."

"Who? Zabini and Eliot? Hmm... that is strange. I didn't even know they were friends."

"Well, they have a common goal now, don't they?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, Blaise is pretty sore that you managed to woo me, and is probably plotting to get me back."

Harry scowled. "Like hell he is."

"And Barnes is obviously crazy about you, so my guess is they're planning on breaking us up."

Harry sighed. "Eliot crazy about me? Please tell me you're not going to start on that again. Trust me, the only one crazy enough to want to be with me is you."

"Harry, do you even have any idea how many girls and boys want to get into your pants?"

"No they don't. If anybody thinks they like me, it's just the title they like."

"Maybe, but they still want to get into your pants."

"Well, I'll just have to wear tighter pants then, won't I?"

"Mmm...you in tight pants. Now that's an idea I like," Draco said, leaning forward to steal a kiss.

Harry smiled against Draco's lips, then gasped as Draco's hand dug into his thigh, pulling him closer.

"Back to my room then?" Draco purred seductively.

"Hell yeah!" Harry said, getting up quickly and following Draco out of the door.

~~~~~

"Go on, say the password," Harry whispered between kisses as Draco pressed him against the door of the Head Boy room.

"Potter sucks," Draco said, as the door opened to let the two come tumbling in.

Harry regained his balance and mock-glared at Draco. "You really have to change that password."

"Why, does it embarrass you?"

Harry blushed profusely. "Of course it does! I've never..."

"Well, I was hoping it would be motivational for you."

"Draco you know that I..."

"...are an innocent Gryffindor virgin and are completely scandalised by the thought of me doing...well, you."

"Draco!" Harry said, slapping Draco's wrist rather girlishly.

"Oh all right, we'll take it slow," said Draco, rubbing his wrist and glaring at Harry.

Harry grinned and moved closer to give Draco a kiss. Draco forgot all about his stinging wrist and brought his arms around Harry to give him a playful squeeze, making Harry gasp into the kiss.

Draco took the opportunity to shove his tongue into Harry's mouth and deepen the kiss. Still attached to Harry by the lips, he slowly walked the Gryffindor backwards until they both stumbled onto Draco's bed.

Draco covered Harry's body with his own and kissed his boyfriend for all he was worth, running his hands through the unruly black mop that Harry called hair. Harry, in turn, grasped Draco's bum with one hand, while his other hand traced patterns on the Slytherin's back.

After a few minutes of thorough snogging, the boys finally broke apart, breathing heavily.

"Y'know, Draco..." Harry started, pausing to look into Draco's eyes.

"What?" asked Draco, tracing Harry's lips with his finger.

"I've been kind of thinking. Having frequent brushes with death makes a person reconsider things, you know."

Draco paused his ministrations to look curiously at Harry. "What kind of things have you been reconsidering?"

"Well, us mostly. I mean, considering the fact that Voldemort is at the moment planning our untimely demise, I figure that...well...taking things slow may not necessarily be a wise move. I mean I don't really want to die a...you know..."

Draco tried hard not to laugh. "A virgin?"

"Well yeah. I mean...What if we take it really slow and before we actually get to...do anything, we're stopped by Voldemort? I would always regret it then, wouldn't I? Or maybe not, because I'd be dead, but I'd still be a dead virgin and I'm sure all the other ghosts would laugh at me. They wouldn't even bother calling me the Boy Who Died, they'll call me the Boy Who Never Got Laid. And Moaning Myrtle would be all over me, so I need to, Draco, I need to do it! But then I don't really know anything about...well anything, so you're going to have to teach me about...stuff."

Draco could not suppress a chuckle. "Firstly, Harry, Voldemort is not going to kill us. You are going to finish him off, and that's the end of that. However, given that you are so concerned about this, I feel it's my solemn duty to make sure that you are not ridiculed by callous ghosts because of your virginity. So, how about we start trying to fix that right now?"

So saying, Draco captured Harry's lips in another delicious kiss and began rocking his hip against the boy below him, letting his hands trail down Harry's sides. Harry moaned and mimicked Draco's movements, and soon the boys were thrashing about wildly on the bed.

"Draco...you're...mmmm"

"Yeah, Harry, ...mmm... your skin tastes...mmmm....so good. I can't wait to have you completely."

"Fuck! Draco...I can't...please...mmmm..."

"Yesssss..."

Being the horny seventeen year old boys that they were, being fully clothed did not really matter and it did not really take much time or effort for them both to arch against the other and cry out wildly. Still breathing heavily, Draco plopped next to Harry, holding him close.

"Wow!" he said, after a few minutes had passed.

"Yeah, wow," Harry replied, giving him a goofy grin.

Draco smiled and kissed Harry gently. "You know Potter, I'm going to have a lot of fun educating you on the ways of the world."

Harry laughed. "I'm sure you are. Can that wait till after our nap though? You really wore me out."

"Harry, you have no idea how much I plan to wear you out from now on. Let's take a short nap though. Dinner is in another couple of hours, and I'm waiting to manhandle you in front of Weasley to see his face change colour."

"You're terrible," Harry muttered sleepily, closing his eyes.

Draco looked over at Harry, smiled, and closed his own eyes, drifting off to sleep. He really was going to have a lot of fun teaching Harry all he knew...

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*The End*