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A/N OMG I never really did finish this! I'm so sorry to all the people who read this like.. months ago! I know it's not the best writing I ever did, and I might rewrite it and make it a little better, because I had practise lol. This little chapter was just to finish it all off, I did try a sequel but I found I couldn't write the plot I had for it, so I went back and finished this up. So this is the ending! and I changed the last chapter up a bit. Sooo.. yepp, one long ass A/N I know.
Thank you to all those reviews, and thank you to all those who reviewed while I wasn't writting this and took the time to tell me to get off my lazybottom and finish it up!
P.S. This is an OOC story.. I know that, But its my first fanfic so I wasn't that good haha.
Our apologies, Mr. Potter.
We have made an incredible error and have seen to it. Mr. Boot will never be allowed to see, touch, or contact you again. We will pay with compensation for the ordeal our error has put you through,
Sincerely,
Ministry of Magic
Department of Criminal Dealings
Harry didn't know what compensation that would be, but it had been a few days since Boot's official arrest. The castle had once again broken out in rumours of what had happened, and none of them were an inch near the truth.
Ron tried his best to fight off the people who were brave enough to approach Harry about the rumours, and eventually Harry told him to stop it, he didn't care, let them think what they want, it was over for him as far as he was concerned. Boot was gone out of his life forever.
Draco had invited him to his room for the night, and Harry was glad. He hadn't seen Draco much lately because of the whole fiasco with Boot. He'd missed Draco a lot.
He walked into the Slytherin Common room, trying to go around unnoticed but Pansy Parkinson, the loud mouth she was, screeched "OOOH look, there's Potter going to see Drackkie!"
Harry blushed a bright red, as a bunch of Slytherins turned around and looked right at him. He gave Parkinson a glare before running away up the stairs, pounding on Draco's door. 'Draco open up before they come and ask me questions, please please please!' Harry thought, hearing laughter coming from the common room at how Harry had bolted, well he assumed that's what they were laughing at anyways.
Draco opened his door, knowing Pansy would be cruel and use her twisted humour on Harry, probably scaring him half to death. After opening the door, dressed nicely, hair checked, skin flawless, he met Harry's bright green eyes.
"Oh I didn't know you were.." Harry looked into the room and his eyes widened to the point they resembled small saucers, "Why didn't you tell me, I would have…I would have dressed…" Harry looked down at his shabby attire and felt badly again, "Nicely. Like you." Harry finished off.
"I wanted it to be a surprise, after all that's happened Harry." Draco said, opening the door all the way and letting Harry in.
The room was lit with many candles; Harry wasn't sure how many were standing assorted on the dressers and tables. The bed had nice white sheets lying on the bed perfectly. Harry knew what Draco had in mind, and was sure that this would be the perfect environment to give him it.
Draco shifted around behind Harry, as if deciding what to say. This was new to him; he'd never romanced someone before. "We don't have to do anything. I mean, we can just lay around if you want." Draco said, and personally, he'd prefer that because he was so nervous right now.
"Draco." Harry replied, walking over to the bed and moving his hand across the smooth sheets, not looking back at Draco.
"Yes?" Draco asked, getting ready for Harry's rejection again.
"Shut up and touch me." Harry replied, surprised at how forceful he had been. He wasn't sure how he could be so forceful when he shied away from this for so long, but something about the room made him at ease.
Draco was almost shell shocked, but he found his nerves once again and moved to Harry, pushing him gently down on the bed. He found Harry's lips and Harry's arms wrapped around his neck.
Draco cringed slightly when he noticed the blankets ruffled at the weight of their bodies, he had taken such careful time with Pansy to get them exactly smooth, he owed her a lot for this.
Draco kissed his way down to Harry's neck and sucked, knowing it would leave a mark in the end. Harry might murder him for it, because in a way it was like marking Harry, but Draco wouldn't have it any other way.
Draco felt Harry tug on his shirt, and off it came, and soon skin met skin, chilled a bit by the air. Draco knew what to do, but was unsure of how to do it to Harry, but Harry took control of that part.
Harry moved his hands over Draco's back gently, trying to get the feel of ever bump and curve to Draco's body, and Draco followed that lead, feeling every edge of Harry's skin. Draco unbuttoned Harry's pants and pulled them down to his feet and lifted each foot as he took the pants off.
It was the best thing Harry ever experienced as of now. Draco was gentle with every touch, but maybe he was just following Harry's touch as well. Finally they both lay naked on the white sheets, Draco's body a little above Harry's.
Harry moved his body up to Draco's, feeling his erection cross over Draco's, electing a moan out of the other boy. Harry wasn't too sure what else he could do, other then what Boot had done to him, and that he knew wasn't going to happen with Draco.
Harry took a deep breath and gathered up the courage to ask, "So what do we do now?"
Draco's eyes seemed to come down from cloud nine and sink into reality, smiling at Harry. He didn't answer Harry's question with words, not too sure he'd say the right thing, but answered it with one motion.
He kissed Harry and flipped him over onto his back slowly, moving his tongue lower and lower. Draco had never done anything to a guy, and only had ever considered it with Harry, but for lack of knowing what to do, he stopped at Harry's stomach and pulled out the lubricant bottle.
Harry's eyes followed Draco's hand to the cupboard, where they reached into it and pulled out a small bottle. "What's…?" Harry started to ask only to have Draco's hand cover his mouth.
He soon found out its use anyways.
That morning Harry woke up in Draco's arms and albeit a bit sore, it wasn't at all like what he had experienced with Boot. The pain had been horrible, this was a bit uncomfortable but nothing he could not handle.
Harry shifted a bit, the bed sheets moving over his body creating goose bumps over his flesh. He shifted into Draco, and green eyes met grey. "Morning Harry." Draco whispered.
Harry looked around, the candles long burned down to the end of the wick, the morning sun rising high above the castle, and back at Draco's more awake face. Harry grinned, and smiled. "Morning Draco."
For Harry, this was a new start.
If You read this insane story, then thank you :P I hope you review! I know abrubt ending but I couldn't figure out how to end it ;.; I am sorry for my terrible writing haha. I don't think anyone will want this, But I'll offer a love scene to anyone who gives me an email and asks for it. -shrugs-