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Epilogue

It was 4 years later that Draco and Harry walked into the great hall holding hands and sat down at the 8th years table together. The chatter started up again a few moments after they took their seats opposite Hermione and Ron, both beaming, Pansy looking up from her animated conversation with Blaise to smile at them. Harry coughed to hide his laughter as Blaise's voice rose a fraction. "It's just Her­­"- he broke off quickly at Pansy's elbow in his ribs. Hermione still turned pink a lot around Pansy, but they had also grown extremely close, initially, it seemed, after bonding on the fact that having only guy friends was hard. And even Harry thought they were both very much obvious that they liked each other, and people said he was the oblivious one.

One afternoon, after Draco had sent a letter to his mother, he had turned to see Harry stroking a snowy white owl with a far away look in his eye. He slipped his hand into the brunet's, pulling him down the staircase. 8th years could apparate out of the school grounds, so after getting permission from McGonagall, Draco took Harry to the Magical Menagerie in Diagon Alley. Harry's eyes went wide, and he went straight to the owl section. Draco lost whatever little attention span he had quickly, and he set off to explore the rest of the shop as Harry held his hand out to a tawny owl. When he found the snakes, Draco dragged Harry away from the white owl he was murmuring to, watching Harry's face light up at the sound of hissing. Draco smiled as he watched Harry hiss back at the snakes, one of them coming forward and curling around one of the bars to look at him. They returned to the castle late, Harry smiling and carrying the tiny corn snake in one hand, the other linked with Draco's.

The war, everyone said, was over, but in Harry's mind it was still going on, if the nightmares he would wake screaming from every night were anything to tell by. Draco being there made it better, and he would hold him close, telling Harry to breath in time with him until he calmed back down. When he couldn't shake the dream, Harry would take his wand and walk around the castle, turning sharply at every noise. Draco would often come with him, woken from his own dreams in paralysed terror, able to calm himself when he finds Harry next to him. Ron had given up his habit of turning very red if he woke up to find Draco in their room, curled around Harry, and Hermione had even taught them a spell to make the bed larger.

Early one morning, Draco woke to Harry pushing at him, muttering under his breath and sweating. Blinking the sleep from his eyes he shook Harry until he woke, murmuring gently to him. When Harry's eyes finally focused on Draco, he put his hand on his chest, as if to check if the blond was really there. Draco captured it with his own, pulling Harry off the bed. As they wandered through the cold halls, quiet apart from the shuffle of their feet, Draco linked his fingers through Harry's and squeezed. They reached the painting of the fruit and they climbed through the entrance to the kitchens quietly. As Draco made the tea, Harry sagged against the counter, letting his eyes close briefly. Draco looped his arms around Harry's neck, pulling him close as the water boiled. He relaxed into Draco's arms, resting his head on his shoulder as Draco ran his hands through the messy hair. As he finished the tea, Draco charmed the cups to float behind them and then led Harry up the stairs, their eyes finding the stars as they emerged at the top of the astronomy tower. The night air was biting tonight, and Draco huddled into Harry as they sat against the wall, looking at the indigo sky, peppered with silver.

[A/N - woww it's finished!!! ty if u read this all i love youuuuuuuuuuu]