*woots* yeah, it's finally done ^^ that's it boys and girls, the last chapter. thanks for reading so far already. tell me what you think about it pls ^^ *cuddles*

Summer Prompts: heat, sun, outdoor, smile, lake, yellow

In Summer – it was a smile

Clapping erupted through the Great Hall after the eighth years received their certificates, and then the feast began.

At all the tables joyful laughter flared while the students talked about their future plans, while trying not to choke on the delicious food doing so.

Harry looked around the room fondly, watching his fellow students and friends talking animatedly. His eyes caught sight of the light blond hair, white teeth flashing, and grey eyes twinkling. Harry's heart jumped happily.

Their gazes locked for long seconds before the fair haired boy winked at Harry and turned back to the conversation his friends were engaged in.

Still smiling, Harry leaned back and turned his face upwards. The sky over their heads was cloudless and clear. The days had grown long and so the sun still stood low in the west, but was not setting yet. From west to east the sky turned gradually a darker shade of blue.

Harry sighed. His time in Hogwarts was nearing its end. Tomorrow, already they would leave by train and his beloved school, his home, would become a memory, he was going to draw, love, and caress. His heart sank at the thought. At the same time a smile played around his lips. He knew it was time to leave and go out into the world. See what it had in store for him. The future was exciting, and Harry felt ready for it.

Everything had gone so fast this year. Figures, this was how battle and war worked. Fast. Voldemort had concentrated solely on Harry and destroying him. Therefore he had not sensed the danger coming from within his own ranks, organized by none other than Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy. After the incident in Harry's fourth year at Voldemort's resurrection, the 'Dark Lord' wanted a new wand. They kidnapped Olivander for this purpose who had to work on one all summer before their seventh year and – how it turned out – with Draco's help. The result was perfect. A new and unusually strong wand, practically tailor made for Voldemort. Just too bad there were some, let's call it special effects. Harry had to repress a fit of laughter whenever he thought back to the face the snake-man had made when he realised that this perfect wand couldn't even kill a fly. Just like that, it couldn't. The victims hit by a killing curse fell into a sort of coma, seemingly dead but still not really. And the moment Voldemort turned this wand against Harry the poison Olivander and Draco had worked into it, was activated. There hadn't even been an actual need to fight and Harry was just fine with that.

For this evening all Harry planned was to enjoy this final meal in Hogwarts, stroll through the corridors for the last time, and go to bed early to imprint every memory into his mind.

Just about to turn back to his food, Harry found himself yet again exposed to a piercing silver gaze. The blond showed his teeth, before he left, and headed outdoor. Harry blinked several times before he started to grin. He rose slowly. Surely, a little change of plan wouldn't hurt.

The boy-who-lived-twice was walking outside towards his favourite spot that was just beneath his favourite tree.

While the temperature had sunk visibly in the evening, the air still carried the day's heat heavily. Once again the grand oak tree proved to be a perfect shelter from weather and the view of others alike.

Harry sat down softly and leaned on the trunk, one arm automatically sneaked around the lean body beside him before he gave his boyfriend a greeting kiss.

They only exchanged a few words and soon fell quiet in favour of the view in front of them. Their spot gave them a perfect sight over the lake and of the sun that was dipping down like it was sinking into the water. The cold blue seemed on fire, burning in a flaming red that melted into orange until it became the blended yellow of sunlight.

Harry relaxed even further down. He felt absolutely content with himself. The body in his arms felt heavenly. He had watched the sun set many times but it was something completely different watching it with his beloved. His arms tightened shortly around the waist causing the fair head to turn and a brow to arch at him in question.

"I'm just happy," he whispered as if scared to destroy the idyllic peace they sat in. "And proud," he added, even puffing his chest a little.

"Of what?"

"Of seducing you, of course. It was easier than I would have thought."

A pause followed. A moment later any idyllic peace was forever shattered simply by a burst of laughter. Draco was clutching his stomach and couldn't hold himself upright, he was laughing so hard. Harry on the other hand did not see what would be so funny. He had scooted away a bit and frowned down on his boyfriend.

"What's so funny?" he asked, not just a little put out.

Hearing that, Draco tried to control himself but only managed to reduce his laughter to chuckling.

"Just... how, may I ask, did you seduce me?" Draco finally brought out, looking at Harry incredulously, who in turn stuck up his nose and began to relate the story of his triumphal march.

"Well, first in Christmas break, you remember? The puddle-jumping, which made you all wet and all and of course the, you know, pressing you against the wall." Harry grinned at the other boy with a suggestive twinkle in the eyes, before he continued. "Then at potions the touching as much as possible and when you forgot your wand, I brought it to you and made you sing for me."

Harry puffed out his chest further and gave his version of a smirk. It was more a wide grin, really.

Draco contrarily did really smirk. And chuckled, which was rather impressive that he could do those simultaneously.

"You call that 'seducing?"

The reply drew a confused frown from the Gryffindor and Draco smirked wider. He settled down again, leaning on his elbow and stretched out his legs, making a delicious show of himself.

"I tell you about seducing, Mr. Potter," he began in a low voice. "Seducing is when you catch your target's attention, for instance through your talented voice, so that he can't get you out of his head anymore. Then when he's desperate for some contact with you, you dress in your most flattering bright coat and even participate in a childish game like puddle-jumping and let yourself get wet because really, there is nothing hotter than almost transparent clothes clinging to your form. And last but not least, when your target still can't get his arse up and swallow your bait, you give him another little push in the right direction. For instance, by 'accidently forgetting' your wand on the table so that he comes searching for you. Add a nice lilac rose to the mix, which was – by chance of course – drowned in the lovely aphrodisiac potion that was made in class the same day, and voila, a hot Gryffindor is running after you. That is seducing," Draco finished still smirking at the gaping Harry.

"Oh, come on Potter, close your mouth or you'll catch flies. And I don't kiss mouths with flies in them."

With a click Harry's jaws closed. He was looking more than just put out by now.

"Aphrodisiac?" he asked.

"I actually thought that it would give me away for sure. I mean, I knew you weren't paying much attention to Snape but that you didn't even know what we were brewing…" Draco shook his head exaggeratingly and regarded Harry with laughing eyes. "It wasn't a very strong aphrodisiac but nevertheless strong enough to lead the way and to loosen up some barriers between us. And besides, really didn't you think my little flower was a bit strange? Let alone that I, grown up with magic as one of the most important things in life, would forget my wand of all things. Pretty unlikely, isn't it?"

Harry was speechless. And felt slightly embarrassed. Oh and great, Draco was still smirking at him like that annoying cat in 'Alice in Wonderland'. Disappointed at being played that easily by his mean and underhanded boyfriend, Harry crossed his arms in front of his chest and flung himself against the tree trunk. He did not sulk, mind you. He merely stuck out his lower lip in a pout like manner – no actual pout, of course – and looked sternly straight ahead into the now appearing darkness.

He also didn't turn his head when he heard the chuckle beside him and felt the warmth of a nearing body at his side.

"Poor Harry, being seduced so meanly," Draco purred near Harry's ear, "but there must be something worse than that, don't you think?" Draco's face appeared in his vision and a seductive smile was directed at him before those lips came closer and closer.

Well, maybe there were worse things then being seduced.