Note: I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't shoot me!

I know you guys have been waiting for this for quite some time, and I apologize. I got sucked into the world of livejournal and all the porny goodness it entails. I'll put the link to my journal on my profile, so you can all stalk me and possibly friend me.

Once again, many thanks to TNTina for being an awesome beta. I love you girl!


Chapter 7: The Reunion

Harry woke slowly, safe and warm in his bed at Hogwarts. He blinked slowly into consciousness, feeling as though he had awoken from a terrible dream. But when reality came crashing back down, the dull ache in his chest roared to life, becoming a full and searing pain. Remus, Tonks, Fred, and countless others who had died fighting his fight.

He needed to get out of bed.

Harry rolled over, reaching towards the nightstand for his glasses. As he shifted, the mattress felt different, slightly off balance as if someone were sitting on it. He put his glasses on, the world finally coming into focus, and his heart skipped a beat.

Or three.

Draco sat on the edge of his bed, one foot tucked under his knee. He looked angelic in the morning light, which seemed to make his hair and white shirt glow. Harry met his eyes and Draco's warm smile widened.

"Good morning, Harry."

"Draco," Slowly, Harry reached a hand out and placed it on his denim clad knee. He was real, he was there. In Harry's bed.

"Hermione let me in," Draco answered his unasked question. He reached down and covered the hand on his knee with his own.

"Oh god, it's you." Harry was suddenly crashing against him, burying his face in his neck. "It's really you." He breathed in the familiar scent, one that he had only dreamed about for almost a year.

Draco held him, rubbing his back in small circles until the sobs subsided. "Harry," He raised a hand to run through the raven locks. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry."

"I missed you," Harry sniffled, pulling back to look into the molten silver eyes. "So, so much."

"Me too."

"I was so scared…"

"I know,"

"…all the dreams, the nightmares,"

"Not knowing if you were safe, if I would ever see you again. It was terrifying."

Harry raised a hand to trace one pale eyebrow, his fingers moving over high cheekbones, ghosting over pale pink lips. Harry traced them until they parted to speak.

"Harry, I- I'm sorry." Draco took his face in both hands, searching the emerald green eyes for something in their depths.

"Draco, you don't need to apologize. I've already told you. You're here, and you're safe. That's all that matters to me."

Draco fell silent for a moment, staring. When he found whatever it was he was looking for, he spoke. "I love you, Harry."

Harry's breath came out in a whoosh and he smiled brightly, relieved. "I love you, too."

Their lips crashed together as Harry set out to prove just how much he had meant the words he just said. Their movements were slow, deliberate, setting out to savor the moment, to extend it. Their touches were reverent, kisses to each and every body part worshipful, mapping and marking the places they loved most.

Harry felt like crying when Draco finally entered him. It was slow, and gentle, with Draco holding him just so, a pillow placed under his hips so that Draco's cock brushed against that spot and oh god. It wasn't rough, or frenzied, trying to get off and get back to their respective rooms before they were caught. No, Harry thought, this is making love. This is what it should feel like to be loved by someone.

They spent the rest of the morning like that, wrapped around each other, just as their two hearts were, entwined forever. Draco dozed in and out of sleep, his head pillowed on Harry's chest, his arms securely around his waist. Each time he woke, Harry kissed him sweetly and whispered to him. It was a perfect moment, just quiet, just like this. Harry never wanted to let go.

And he never did.