The End

Harry woke gently to the sounds of seagulls calling lazily in the distance. He lay in bed, eyes shut and listened as the waves crashed upon the sandy shore and the palm trees rustled in the breeze. The air was salty and fresh, humid, but cool enough that it wasn't uncomfortable. The curtains billowed around him, which meant someone was already awake. Harry opened his eyes. He was naked and alone in bed, but not actually alone. Draco was just outside, enjoying the sunrise. Harry could feel his contentedness through their bond. Harry sat up with his legs over the edge and noticed a cup of coffee on his nightstand. Harry picked it up gingerly with a smile. Strange how his entire life had been turned upside down by a random cup of coffee. Meeting Draco that fateful day so many months ago had changed Harry's life forever. He went from being alone, worried he'd always be alone, to falling in love with one of the most stubborn, passionate, loving person. And it wasn't just love. Harry was Draco's soul bond. They were joined together. In so many different ways.

They finally managed to get away to their island. Draco, now reunited with his fortune, threw himself back into Drake Black Designs with relish. He and Brian had spent the last few months working on a new line that was finally done. It was about time too. Draco had a habit of working obsessively until he finished a line. Lucius and Narcissa moved back to Malfoy Manor, along with all their possession taken illegally. They asked Draco and Harry to dine with them frequently. More often than not Draco declined. He was glad his parents had their wealth back, but each dinner still included a family with an unwed daughter that Draco was forced to sit next to. Harry was more amused than Draco, but understood his vexation at his parents. Dinners at Ron and Hermione's were often and fun occasions. Hermione didn't drink anymore, not while she was expecting. It would give Harry great pleasure to be an uncle. Neville and Luna joined them when they could which was a nice addition. In the muggle world, Seven Thirty One was doing so well that Harry was planning on expanding. He had designs for a pub, more casual, more fun. He planned on calling that one Six Oh Five. Draco had rolled his eyes when he heard, but Harry knew he was secretly pleased.

And that brought Harry full circle. For Draco's twenty fifth they found an isolated island for rent near Fiji. It was only accessible by boat (or magic). The cabana was perfect, an open aired building with only thick curtains for walls that could be pulled back or left open. The main room had a kitchen and large sitting area with a long couch and two more comfortable chairs. Two fans kept the room cool. Their bedroom was mostly a large bed. When they first got there it was covered in mosquito netting. A few spells here and there made the netting unnecessary. Outside the cabana was covered in thatch. It extended to a large patio with two lounges that got just the right amount of sun. It cost a fortune, but between he and Draco they had the money to spent, and so they did, opting to spoil each other. He and Draco had been there already for a couple of days, but not once had they gone into the pristine waters of the ocean. They had been very preoccupied with each other. Harry sipped his coffee as he recalled last night.

Draco had been stretched out on the couch, eyes closed, a glass of wine in his hand and completely naked. That had been the deal. Find a place where they could be naked and have each other whenever they wanted. It was a good deal. Harry had been watching him from the kitchen, just watching and admiring. Over the past months he'd gained back some of his weight. He was still slim, he'd always be slender, but now his skin curved around his bones instead of his bones jutting out of his skin. Small rays of moonlight fell on Draco's pale skin through the open curtains and Harry felt his heart constrict. It was possible that Draco was the single most beautiful person in the world. Harry found himself walking to be closer to Draco, suddenly very aware of the distance between them and needing to remedy that. He took Draco's glass and set it down. "Hey!" He began to protest. Until he opened his eyes and saw Harry. Harry wasn't even trying to conceal his longing, it wouldn't have done any good, his body was already responding. Wordlessly Harry extended his hand to Draco, who took it instantly. Immediately their mouths covered each other. So often Draco was the leader, but this time it was all Harry, using his tongue to discover all of Draco. Hands were in hair, on faces, holding and caressing. Harry could feel Draco responding to him, both their arousal touching. Feet were moving to the bedroom in a kind of blind dance. Neither paid much attention to the room around them and neither wanted any space between them. Somehow they made it into the room without knocking anything over or running into anything.

Still kissing Harry led Draco to the bed. Harry loved it when Draco made love to him, loved the feel of him moving within him, but sometimes he craved Draco. This was one of those times and Draco knew it, heart beat pounding, hands holding on to Harry's shoulders. Harry's lips were getting swollen and yet it was with great difficulty that he pulled away. He wanted to see Draco beneath him, wanted to look in is beautiful silver eyes with clouds floating in his iris. Harry knew you'd see a forest silhouetted in his. When their bond was wide open every part of their essence was connected, from their flesh, to their heart, soul and mind. Harry hovered over Draco, kissing his eyes, his lips, while letting on hand go wherever it wanted as the other supported his frame. Draco sighed under Harry's touch, moving into him, moving with him. Harry was so hard it was nearly painful. His desire for Draco was a special kind of torture. It grew inside him until he felt he would come undone and split into a thousand pieces. And yet Draco's own hands kept him stable, kept him grounded.

With soft touches and passionate kisses, Harry grew harder and harder until he couldn't control himself any longer. He wanted, maybe even needed Draco. Draco responded to him without words, laying back, eyes on him, beckoning him. Harry was already lost in sensations as he finally gave in, entering Draco inch by wonderful inch until there was no space between them. Draco was already gasping, reaching for Harry's hands for support. Just being inside Draco, Merlin, the feelings were so strong. He could feel Draco all around him, and through their bond could feel how much more he wanted. Harry pulled out just an inch and then pushed back. The pleasure rippled from his head to this toes and he repeated the motion. Out and then in, deep in. Draco gasped and in the moonlight Harry watched as he turned his head left and right, deep in the throes of ecstasy. Out and in, out and in, he started to find a rhythm. Draco answered his thrusts with his own. The gasps were getting louder now, moans and groans accompanied Harry's movements and he drank it up. Out and in, out and in, faster now. He was starting to gasp, starting to feel that wonderful pressure building. "Draco!" Two cool hands reached out and held Harry's lower waist, pulling Harry down as Harry moved upward. Draco always seemed to know what to do and when to do it and Merlin it felt amazing. Draco's emotions were building too, desire and passion and lust and love all combined until it was too much. Draco came, arching his back, crying out, fingers digging into Harry's sides and Harry chased his climax with his own, thrusting and coming watching Draco's face, his eyes closed, his lips apart with a look of such satisfaction. Harry would never get tired of that face. Never.

And in the morning, his thoughts were the same. He'd never get enough of Draco. Never in a hundred years. Harry's cup of coffee was nearly empty now. He sat it down next to a hardback copy of Angels and Demons. Stretching, he got up and wrapped a thin silk robe around his body. Harry had been thinking for a while what to get Draco for his birthday and thought he finally had the perfect gift. He went to the cabana closet and pulled out his bag. A new bag. His old one had been destroyed by a spell. He opened a few zippers and pulled out a black velvet box that fit in his hand. Inside was a single ring band made of platinum with a row of dark emeralds in the middle. Harry had debated giving Draco the ring several times, but always felt foolish, too sentimental. He'd had it made not long after Draco was released from hospital. Every time Harry thought about giving it to Draco he either lost his nerve or the moment never seemed right. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Hell, they were bonded. Neither were going anywhere. Harry really didn't know why he hesitated, but he was glad he did now. This seemed like the perfect time. He closed his hand around the ring and went to join Draco outside.

Harry was right when he guessed Draco was enjoying the sunrise. He was lying on a lounge in a pair of boxers and a matching white silk robe that was completely open, lazily blowing in the wind. The sun was shining on Draco as he had his face turned toward the rays, eyes closed, peaceful. Harry came from behind him and bent down, crossing his arms across Draco's chest in an embrace and kissing his neck and then his chin. "Good morning."

"Mmm, good morning," Draco replied without opening his eyes. "Did you sleep well."

Harry grinned as he pulled a lounge closer to Draco. "You know I did." His answer was Draco's lip twitching up in a grin. Harry touched Draco's knee. "Here, look. I got you something for your birthday." Draco's eyes opened with an excited gleam. He loved presents, and Harry knew it. With a flourish he held the ring between his forefinger and thumb. The sunlight reflected off the gems and scattered pure green light in every direction.

Draco was eyeing it with appreciation and anticipation. "A ring? It's beautiful."

Harry hesitated a split second and then Draco was looking into his eyes and Harry knew he was being silly for worrying. There was only love in those silver eyes. Love and acceptance and excitement. Harry held the ring closer to Draco but did not relinquish his hold. "It has a meaning for muggles. They exchange rings to their spouses as a symbol of their love and devotion." Draco was watching him, curious. "A circle never ends, see?"

Cool fingers were closing over his as Draco gazed lovingly at the ring. He kissed Harry's fingers tips, kissed the ring. "Which finger?"

"Um, that one." Harry reached for Draco's left hand and slid the ring on his ring finger. Draco sat back with his hand held out watching the sunlight reflecting. Harry leaned forward and directed Draco's lips to his own, kissing him. "I love you."

Draco kissed Harry back before smiling in the morning sun. "I love you too."

And they both knew that no matter what their future held, like the band of the ring, they'd never be apart and always be there for one another. Forever.

The End.