The Fall of Darkness

Chapter 23

Draco stood in Harry's bedroom, still covered in blood and dirt though none of it was his. Harry stood there, arms crossed. Ron and Hermione had gone back to their flat.

"Why are you still here?" Harry asked, watching Draco thoughtfully, "go to them."

"To who? Ron? Hermione? They're fine."

"Whoever you've been with, Draco!" Harry yelled, snarling a bit but restraining himself from slapping the blonde. Draco winced, taking a step back.

"What are you talking about?"

"The wings, I may have to wear glasses Draco but I'm not sodding blind. Who was it? One of the Veelas?!" He yelled, staring angrily. Draco rushed forward, using his Veela strength to pull Harry to him, despite the Gryffindors brave struggle. He fought as Draco pulled him along to the bathroom, depositing him into the shower roughly and his tail whipped out, turning on the hot water. Harry snarled, "Lemme go! NOW! I swear I'll hex you!" he reached for his wand but Draco's tail lashed around, knocking it from his grasp. His clothes lay torn on the floor, fallen victims from Draco's talons. Harry struggled free, one hand holding onto his jeans as he stumbled under the hot water- glaring.

"Harry, stop this. You're so daft." Draco said, smirking. Harry collapsed to the floor, hot water pouring over him and drenching what little Draco had left.

"Go! I don't need you to do this! I don't," Harry sobbed, not making eye contact. Draco collapsed beside him, broken.

"It's you, Harry, it's always been you." he whispered, reaching for Harry but being batted away.

"What?"

"You, Harry, you're my Chosen. Focus, Potter." Draco said, reaching to him again as his wings spread out around them both. He pulled Harry into his embrace, wings dripping with water "I love *you* you stupid Gryffindor." Harry collapsed into him, every tension and worry and fear spilling out.

"How? We've never... I wanted to but you..."

"I don't know either, Harry, I don't care. You think I didn't want you? I just wanted you to be sure this was what you wanted before I revealed myself." Draco whispered, nuzzling the raven haired boys neck, "I love you too, Harry. The best I can figure is when you said that, in the clearing, the Veela in me just responded. To protect you, the only way it knew how."

"Merlin, Draco-" Harry whispered, crushing his mouth to Draco's, hands going to the silvery and black feathers, smoothing them down. Draco moaned into his mouth, his arms wrapping around Harry. "You should have told me," Harry whispered, pulling back and staring at the silvery wet wings for a moment before quickly kicking off his pants and lunging himself forward, kissing ever spot of bare skin he could find, hands grasping at wet clothes. Why did Draco have to have so many latches and ties?

"Harry," Draco hissed, panting already, "...please...*gasp* don't... be mad,"

"Mad? Ha!" Harry snorted, water dripping from his messy black hair onto his nose and Draco's waist. "I get to spend the rest of my life with the most amazing and powerful and sexy Veela I've ever seen, why would I be mad? Goofus." Harry snapped, finally giving into his frustration and ripping the buttons off of Draco's trousers,

"Gryffindors, always making up words," Draco gasped sarcastically, as Harry grasped him. Draco cried out, arching into his hand as Harry began moving it. His other hand reached blindly for his wand, spelling his fingers with lube. As he entered him, Draco's wings flapped against the walls helplessly, his back arching and his hands grasping Harry's shoulders with a please echoing throughout the house.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Harry smirked, position himself above the blonde. Draco's wings seemed to disappear, and it was only them, the water pouring down over them both. Their wet clothes scattered throughout the bathroom and shower, dirt swirling down the drain. He stared down at the trembling blonde that was all his, gray eyes staring at him, wide and pleading. "You're so beautiful," Harry whispered, crushing Draco backwards with a kiss as he sheathed himself completely. Draco's hands snapped around him, clawing at his back and pulling him closer, his legs wrapping around Harry's own. His wings eveloped them but neither noticed, rocking back and forth, panting and crying out. Draco forced his head back, arching and crying out, snapping back to bite into Harry's shoulder, spurring him to go faster and harder- shoving them both on the slick tiled floor and against the back of the tub, panting. Harry cried out, hitting Draco's sweet spot again, causing the blonde to cry out again as well as they came together, tangled in a mess of damp sticky feathes and limbs.

They lay like that a long time, Harry pulling Draco to him as his wings receded. He encircled his arms around the pale form, kissing the broad shoulders softly.

"You know," Harry said thoughtfully, kissing the pale shoulder in front of him again, "we could have done this a long time ago." Draco made a whole new sound, a soft purring sort of crooning as he turned and snuggled into Harry's slick chest.

"This was worth the wait," he breathed, "perfect."

"I love you Draco."

"I love you, Harry."

"Always?"

"Always."

Somewhere in the halls of Hogwarts, stolling along the quiet halls, Kestral's head popped up- a magical feeling embracing her and fluffing her wings. Confused, she glanced up at Millicent who was holding her hand as they walked along with Neville to his classroom to show the small Veela the different plants.

"Did you feel that?" she asked, shaking out her wings and drawing them over her shoudlers.

"Yes, Kestral, I did." Millie replied softly, her other arm snaking around Neville's waist.

"What was it?"

"Our brood call. It's letting us know we've grown, we're a much larger and stronger brood now." Millie replied, lifting the child into her arms.

"But what does it mean?" Kestral asked, looking about the sky.

"That we're all finally one. Together. The darkness holding us back is gone, we're unstoppable together now," Millie smiled, hugging her, "a family." Kestral smiled, resting her head onto Millie's shoulder.

The end.
No sequels.