Well, final chapter except for the epilogue. I’ve had lots of fun writing this story and I’m kind of sad that it’s over now. Oh well, I suppose I really should work on some of my other fics. Ehehe, I’ve sort of been ignoring them for this but at least the updates were fast right? Anyway, same warnings as the other chapters and now onto the thanks and then the final chapter of this story.


Chapter 14: Reappearance

Draco was the first to awaken and he winced as the bright sunlight sent sharp stabs of pain through his eyes. “Argh.” He groaned as he rolled over on the bed so that his back was facing the window. /What a minute?! Bed?/ Forgetting his discomfort, silver eyes snapped open and the Slytherin glanced around in surprise to find himself in the Hospital Wing. /What. . .happened. . .and where’s Harry?/ Draco frantically swept his gaze around the room, relaxing slightly when he spotted his boyfriend lying in the bed opposite of his own.

“Mr. Malfoy!” Someone shouted and Draco gasped in surprise when he saw Madame Pomfrey rushing over to him.

“Where the hell did *you* come from?” He could only ask dumbly as he stared at the nurse.

“Oh Mr. Malfoy just lie down and watch your language! You’ve been through such a horrible ordeal and I don’t want you hurt anymore. Honestly, you boys. One way or another you always have to find some way to injure yourselves.” Madame Pomfrey babbled to a highly confused Draco.

Suddenly both of their attentions were drawn to the other side of the room as the only other occupant of the ward stirred.

Immediately Draco tried to make his way over to Harry but the stubborn nurse sternly eased him back into bed before ushering herself over to the Gryffindor and bustling about him as she had done to the blonde earlier.

“Now I want both of you gentlemen to stay put while I go to fetch Professor Dumbledore.” She sent them both a firm look before departing the Infirmary in search of the headmaster.

This, of course, left Draco and Harry to gaze confusingly at one another, each wondering what had happened. They sat like that for a good ten minutes but just as the Slytherin had opened his mouth to say something, Madame Pomfrey returned with Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall in tow.

“It’s good to see the two of you have finally woken up.” Dumbledore said gently as he smiled at both of his students.

“Woken up?” Harry croaked out, a hint of fright flashing through his eyes.

“Yes Mr. Potter. You and Mr. Malfoy have been asleep for a week. Don’t you remember anything that happened?” The headmaster asked, a small frown curling on his features at the both younger wizards shaking their heads. “You were caught by Voldemort and you were battling him when Mr. Malfoy showed up to assist you under my orders.”

“Your orders?!” Madame Pomfrey interrupted, a look of disapproval on her face.

Dumbledore nodded in answer to the question before continuing, undaunted. “Draco has secretly been on our side for quite some time and I knew that it would take more than just your power, Harry, to win over Voldemort. So with the combined magic of our two most powerful wizards, he has been defeated but I believe he managed to cast one last spell on the both of you with the help of Mr. Longbottom. We’ve been trying to break it since we brought you here.”

The two young wizards gaped in shock, neither quite knowing what to say as they shared a lost look.

“I—I have a question. Why was Longbottom involved in this Professor?” Draco asked breathlessly.

Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Well first off, Mr. Longbottom, we found, has been working for Voldemort for quite some years and sporting quite the hatred for you two so of course he was there when you boys battled Voldemort. It was perhaps planned, this dream that they sent you to, and Mr. Longbottom had to sacrifice his life to complete this.”

“But why a dream?”

“You must know that powerful magic does have a tendency to bond when there are strong feelings between two witches or wizards when they are alone and the rivalry between you boys is no secret. We also believe, Mr. Malfoy, that it was his only choice. He did not have enough power at the end of the battle to send you somewhere else and so the only other option was to bring you two into a dream.” The headmaster finished off reasonably.

“I can’t believe it was only just a dream.” Harry, who had been silent this whole time, finally whispered as he fell back into bed.

McGonagall sighed. “I believe that is enough for today. Why don’t you two rest? I am sure that Severus agrees to settle the matters of schoolwork with the both of you later.” She glanced at the Potions Master and received an agreeing nod. “Then perhaps we should go now.”

“Wait. Could I ask you one more thing Professor Dumbledore?” Harry said as the teachers were turning to the door.

Dumbledore looked back to the Gryffindor and nodded kindly, waiting for his student to continue.

Harry bit his bottom lip nervously and motioned for the headmaster to come closer before he would speak.

“What is it Harry?” The old wizard asked as he came to stand beside the other.

“Well, you know that I have the Marauder’s Map right?” Harry whispered quietly and waited for a response before speaking again. “When we were in the. . .dream, we tried to use it to find Neville in the school but he wouldn’t show up. Do you. . .well, do you know why?”

“Ah, that.” Dumbledore’s eyes dimmed slightly as he looked down at the younger wizard. “Now that is because he was already dead my boy. He wouldn’t show up on the Map whether it’s in the real world or in a dream.”

Harry inclined his head a little in understanding and sighed as he turned to look out the large bay window, trying to process all the information.

McGonagall, seeing that it was time to leave, steered the rest of the teachers out the Infirmary, again leaving Draco and Harry alone.

There was a long silence between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor before Draco silently climbed out of bed and padded his way over to Harry. He offered a feeble smile as he perched himself on the end of the other’s bed. “How do you feel Potter?”

“Back to Potter are we?” Harry joked weakly, averting his eyes. “So it really was a dream huh? All the trouble we went through. All our. . .feelings.”

“Harry. . .” Gently turning the smaller boy’s face to meet his, Draco smiled. “It may have been a dream but to me it was real and that means that everything we went through, all our feelings were also real. You have no idea how broken I felt when I thought I lost you after our fight with Longbottom.” His eyes were warm as he softly traced his companion’s features. “I fell in love with you then and I am not going to fall out of love with you now. Do—do you still love me?”

Harry’s emerald eyes widened and he abruptly pulled his companion into a warm kiss. “Of course I still love you Drac. If anything I was scared that you wouldn’t love me anymore.”

Draco didn’t say anything but his features reflected everything that he felt towards the other wizard and without another word, the Slytherin moved to snuggle in under the covers. He sighed in contentment as Harry settled comfortably into his arms and for that moment everything around them vanished and it was just the two of them again.

“What do you think everyone else will think when they find out about us?” Harry whispered, on the verge of sleep.

“It doesn’t matter love. We’ll figure that out later. For now, let’s just go to sleep.” Curling closer to the other, Draco fully relaxed against Harry, savoring the warmth. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” The Gryffindor mumbled as he gave into his exhaustion.

Neither noticed when Ron and Hermione entered the Hospital Ward, nor were they aware of the shocked expressions on the Gryffindors faces; the expressions that slowly melted away to understanding.

“Took them long enough.” Ron commented as he leaned against the wall next to the door.

The bushy-haired girl nodded. “What do you expect? Both are quite stubborn after all. At least we managed to maintain our own images of blissful ignorance towards their feelings for each other.”

Ron’s eyes sparkled with mirth as he glanced over at his girlfriend. “What should we say to them when they wake up?”

“Just wish them good luck.” Hermione said, rolling her eyes at the look on Ron’s face. “We are not going to give them a hard time about this. They don’t need you embarrassing them at every turn.”

Pouting, Ron crossed his arms. “You are no fun ‘Mione.” He said with a sigh before nodding. “Alright, I promise I won’t pick on them. Although, that can’t be guaranteed where Seamus is concerned.”

“We’ll see about that.”

“What are you thinking Hermione?” Ron asked as he pushed himself away from the wall, an eyebrow raised in question at the determined look in the other’s face. It just scared him slightly and he couldn’t help but feel a little remorse for his Irish classmate right then.

“Nothing you have to worry about.” Hermione replied and smiled at the sight of Draco and Harry before she motioned for the red-headed boy to follow her and the two left their friend and his boyfriend to their dreams.


The End (For the story, just epilogue left)


So, how was it? I really had fun writing this and I hope everyone had fun ready it. Thank you so much for all the feedback and I suppose I’ll see everybody when I write the epilogue.