Master of Death

Breakfast

Harry woke up warm and comfortable. The bed he was in was soft and huge. The best part by far, however, was the person currently using his chest as a pillow.

After a long, hard year, Harry finally defeated the self-proclaimed Dark Lord, Tom Riddle. After the battle, he had shared a very passionate kiss with someone most would never have suspected.

First, the person was male. Being Harry Potter, secrets are near impossible to keep. But only those closest to him had known Harry was bisexual. But then, you have to add the fact that technically the person he kissed was a Death Eater.

He wasn't a very good Death Eater. Not only had the Mark been forced upon him, but he also couldn't do what it took to be a Death Eater. He couldn't kill or torture, almost to save his own life. It's a good thing he had help, otherwise he wouldn't have lived past sixteen.

But the biggest reason it was shocking was the fact that the person was none other than Draco Malfoy.

It all started with an anonymous letter, right after Easter. The letter had had invaluable information that led to the destruction of the Horcruxes Voldemort had made. And though the letter was signed "a friend," Harry and Hermione had known immediately that it was from Draco.

Harry had replied, and from there a secret correspondence had begun between the two from the month after Easter until what is now known as the Battle of Hogwarts.

It had finally ended with Harry sending a memory of himself confessing his feelings for Draco...among other things. Draco helped save Fred Weasley's life, helped save Severus Snape's life, and promised Harry he wouldn't let him fail in his mission to destroy the Dark Lord just before Harry had run off into the Forbidden Forest and was murdered.

Yes, Harry literally died to save the wizarding world. They were mostly grateful for it, too, so he wasn't too put out over the fact that a seventeen year old, muggle-raised half blood had to die and come back to life in order to save everyone.

Back to Draco. After a passionate kiss in the middle of the battlefield, it was rather impossible to avoid the Prophet getting ahold of the story.

Harry had taken Draco aside and they talked long into the night. They discussed their pasts and the choices they had made. They then discussed their futures.

Harry knew he wanted to be with Draco. It wasn't only teenage lust and the stress of his life. Draco was witty, caring and determined. He was cunning and ambitious, and all the other good parts of Slytherin house. He insisted he had changed his views on blood supremacy and that he could prove it to Harry.

In the month since the battle, that had proven to be true. Draco had immediately gone up to Hermione and formally apologized, with all that entailed for a pure blood. She accepted and the two began a tentative friendship. They had a lot in common, and once Draco had pushed past his issues with her blood status, they realized they had no shortage of things to talk about.

Draco had apologized to everyone else as well, and now even Ron was more than just tolerating the blond for Harry's sake. Watching the two of them go head-to-head at wizard's chess was a sight to behold.

There had been a discussion about where to go after the battle and Harry had realized he couldn't go back to Grimmauld yet. It held too many memories, some good, others not. Draco offered him a wing of Malfoy Manor, without consulting his parents, but Harry wasn't quite comfortable with that. Turns out neither were Lucius and Narcissa.

Instead, Harry bunked with Ron until the twins moved back to their flat a week after the battle. Bill, Fleur, Percy and Charlie had also come home for a week. Molly had wanted the whole family together. After the immense stress of the last few years, Harry didn't blame her. In fact, he was grateful to have everyone he loved so close. It was nice to spend time and bask in the fact that they were safe now.