I'm not generally a Harry/Draco shipper, I don't even know why I started to write this, but I did and it's flowing so why not.

I own nothing, it all belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

Draco had been taking refuge at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place off and on over the past year or so since the battle, though no matter how kind the majority of the order was to him, including Harry, he couldn't help but feel as though he was unwelcome and unwanted there and so he was gone for much longer periods of time now, but he was tired and really did need a place to rest so he came to ask Harry if he was still welcome to stay there.

"Why would I care if you're here?" Harry asked casually, not betraying a hint of emotion.

"'Cause it's me," was all he responded looking down at the ground.

"All the more reason to not mind you being here," Harry replied gently, putting his hand on his shoulder, giving into his emotions, not so careful to hide behind his carefully built wall any more.

"Harry, I treated you like a piece of shit for years, seven years to be exact, a mere year of peace can't possibly erase all that, you should hate me, just the very idea of me being around should tarnish your new found happiness," the young man responded standing his ground, refusing to forgive himself for any of his wrong doings.

"Draco, it's more than me not minding you here, I want you here." Harry finally admitted, he put his other hand on Draco's other shoulder gently forcing him to turn and face him. Draco looked up at Harry, his eyes which had shone with tears of guilt now held confusion. "Whenever you are gone I just want to be with you. I know we have had a rough past but that's alright because everything is different now, we are free to be who we are now." Draco couldn't come up with a proper response, he was so bewildered that he knew there was no way he was able to string an intelligent sentence together, so he said nothing. He instead let himself fall into Harry's arms, feeling them wrap around him, tight and comforting. "I guess what I'm trying to say is… I forgive you." The tears began to flow down Draco's face, tears or relief for his forgiveness, relief of the dark lord and his over bearing father, allowing him to become himself, tears of happiness for finally having the ability to attain the one thing he wanted most.

They stayed like this for awhile, neither wanting to move, to leave the warmth and comfort of each other, neither knowing what to do if they did. It was Harry who finally broke the silence.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, I promised the Weasley's I would be there for dinner. You should come," he said, breaking apart from him holding his shoulders out in front of him, getting a good look at the pale blonde in front of him. "Wherever you've been it doesn't look like it had a good food supply." He teased.

"And just how to you expect me to get there," he responded grumpily. Draco had lost most of his magical abilities in the final battle; he was devastated and ashamed beyond belief, and although they were no longer enemies, Draco was still bitter about the idea of Harry having extraordinary power above most other wizards, while Draco barely had any. Though there was one very peculiar thing about their magic ability. Harry reached down and took Draco's hands in his.

"You feel my powers?" Draco nodded.

"I've devoted the past few months of work to this, it seems as though as long as our skin is touching, we share the same magical ability, eventually you will even gain some of mine without me losing any."

"Does this work between any two wizards or just particularly powerful ones?"

"I haven't fully figured it out yet, exactly what circumstances are required, I've mostly just studied it specifically for us," Harry blushed, "it's not a common occurrence by any means, but that's not to say it's never happened before. There just happens to be certain bonds between us that create that sort of effect. I'll try to explain more later, but for now the Weasley's must be wondering where I am," Harry let go of Draco's other hand, but squeezed the other, "so, are you coming or no?" Harry asked, the look in his eyes telling Draco that from this point on he hopes to never hear the answer no to that question ever again, and the more Draco thought about it, the more he wanted to be with Harry always, and he could never imagine telling him no. He placed his other hand on top of Harry's and looked up into his eyes.

"Always" Harry reached his hand out to cup Draco's cheek and gently pulled his face toward him, his eyes fluttering closed, breaking the fierce eye contact they had held, only to replace that contact with an even more passionate embrace as their lips came in contact for the first time. It was gentle, but chaste, his lips were so soft under his, and as much as Harry wanted to, he kept himself from deepening the kiss as his intentions were that of a brief but meaningful kiss. There was plenty of time for all that later. He broke the kiss to both of their dismay and took his hand in his once again.

"Ready to go?" Harry asked once they had recovered.

"As ready as I'll ever be, just one question."

"What's that?" Harry asked a little concerned.

"Know any good ear muffling charms? Because when I arrive at the Weasley's hand in hand with you, there is sure to be chaos" Draco teased, though still slightly worried.

Harry chuckled and squeezed his hand, "Everything will be okay, how bad could it be " With that they apparated together into the Weasley's front lawn, landing nose to nose with a scowling Ron.

Reviews are appreciated feel free to correct any typos or spelling mistakes as well, chances are good I'll actually go back and fix them, if anyone would like to beta this story, send me a message.