"Draco, make sure he keeps holding this." Professor Dumbledore had said when he, Mr Weasley and Draco disapparated to St Mungo's with the unconscious and barely alive Harry. Draco had been holding Harry's hand closed around a black stone that he had no idea what it was nor what it did, but he decided to trust the headmaster on this. At this moment, Draco would have done anything to keep Harry alive.

Now, a healer had overtaken the job of keeping the stone in Harry's hand after a long serious conversation with Professor Dumbledore. Draco had to pace in front of Harry's hospital door. The Weasleys stood there with him, shooting him and the door worried glances. They all looked tired and battered from the fight in the middle of the night, but just like Draco, none of them could even think about falling asleep when Harry was behind that door in a life-threatening condition.

Finally, one of the two healers came out, making everyone look up. "Are you all here for Harry Potter?" She swept her gaze along the big family and finally Draco, on who her eyes lingered.

"We are." Mr Weasley said. "How is he?" Through his career in the Ministry he had probably learned to speak impersonally, because Draco knew he would have sounded much more shaky. They had no idea if Harry was even still alive.

"He is stable." The healer said to everyone's relief. "Although he was already dead. I don't know how this is possible."

"May we see him?" Draco asked. He had been trying to look into the room ever since the healer had stepped out, but he could see nothing. Nothing that would have lifted the incredible weight from his heart. Nothing that could make him forget about the feeling of the slowing speed of Harry's heartbeat. "Please?"

The healer watched him warily. "We have to make a background check before we can let anyone to an unconscious person."

"Okay, then hurry." Draco said. "What do you need?"

"Your name, first." The healer said, glancing down at Draco's sleeve, which he pulled down anxiously. The healer's face suggested that she already suspected what was on his forearm.

"Draco." He said. "Draco Malfoy."

She nodded, looking even more sceptical and holding her hand out for Draco's wand. Warily, he gave it to her. "I'm gonna check that. Wait here for a few minutes."

"What about us?" Ginny asked, holding out her wand too.

"Oh, that's fine." The healer said. "The Weasleys can go in."

"What?" Draco asked. "Wait! Why can they go in?" But Draco knew why. They were not from a suspected Death Eater family. And Harry Potter being so vulnerable in front of a suspected Death Eater was not something anyone here wanted to risk.

"It's fine." Bill stepped forward, smiling charmingly. Draco saw Fleur glaring at him. "Healer Helen, right?" The healer nodded. "Draco here is with us. He's part of the family. Also, Harry completely trusts him."

"I'm sorry." The healer said. "But right now I can only allow family in. And since Mr Dumbledore listed you Weasleys as the next of kins-" She took out a piece of parchment and frowned. Her face showed confusion as she said, "Wait, this paper lists Draco Malfoy as... fiancé." She looked up at Draco. "Is that true?"

Draco's eyes widened. He had just kissed Harry once, was not even his official boyfriend yet. But the thought of being Harry's fiancé... it did something to Draco's heart and he smiled, probably a bit dopey. "Yeah."

The healer looked surprised. After the Weasleys, she was the first one to hear that The Boy Who Lived had a significant other, let alone that it was a male and a Malfoy. But she nodded, slowly gave Draco his wand back and allowed them into Harry's hospital room.

Harry was laying in a comfortable looking white bed, the walls also were white with a touch of yellow. There was another bed on the other side of the room, but it seemed like the hospital was not overly busy so the bed was empty. Everyone sat on the beds, Ron and Fred on the side of Harry's bed. Draco followed, sitting closest to Harry and taking his hand. The black stone was still in it, so Draco closed Harry's fingers around it.

"I think this is not necessary anymore." The healer said, also noting the black stone and taking it from Harry so Draco could hold his hand properly, thumb brushing over the back.

Fred watched him with an amused twinkle in his eyes and Draco blushed. "Shut up."

Fred held his hands up in surrender. "I didn't say anything."

"Ron wishes someone would hold his hand like that." George commented.

"What, Lavernder?" Ron said.

Fred and George looked at him in sync with the same deadpan face. It was kind of scary, if Draco was being honest. "You don't believe it yourself, do you?" Fred said. Draco agreed, but he did not say anything as Ron sputtered out some baffled excuses.

Instead, Draco laid his other hand on Harry's chest, calming himself by hearing his heart beating regularly again. He turned his head to where Mrs Weasley was asking the other healer when Harry would wake up. "He could any moment." The healer said. "But I suggest you go home and get some sleep. He's in good hands here. You can come back in the morning."

"No wa-... way." Ginny said, but it was weak as she interrupted herself with a yawn.

"I'm staying." Draco said.

"Then I'm staying too." Ron crossed his arms.

"Me too." Ginny said.

"Only one person can stay during nights." The healer said. "And they either have to sleep in a chair or with the patient in the bed. And this also only if the patient is stable, which we are lucky to have with Mr Potter."

"Then it's decided." Draco said. "I'm staying because I have slept with him in the same bed for the past weeks. Besides, I'm his fiancé." Draco grinned.

"What are you planning now, Malfoy?" A raspy voice sounded from beside him and Draco had never turned this quickly.

He smiled down at Harry, who looked back with slightly clouded but beautifully green eyes. "Morning, Harry." He leaned down to whisper into Harry's ear. "Dumbledore has listed me as your fiancé so I can stay."

"Yeah, stay." Harry mumbled and wrapped his arms around Draco to keep him in a close embrace. He probably did not really get what was going on yet though.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Draco whispered, closing his eyes and breathing Harry in. The moment did not last long though, because Harry seemed to recollect what had happened, tensed up and pushed Draco away slightly so he could look at him.

"Is everyone okay? What happened? Where is Voldemort?"

Draco flinched at the name, but whispered, "Shh, Harry. Relax." He framed Harry's face in his hands, caressing his cheeks with his thumb. "Everyone is fine. You're safe."

"Okay." Harry whispered, letting Draco's proximity calm him. Draco smiled slightly, making Harry's eyes twinkle. Draco felt a million butterflies going crazy in his stomach.

Their moment was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. "I'm sorry." The healer said. "I would like to make a few tests before I can leave you to catch some sleep. Thirsty?" Draco leaned away from Harry, helping him sit up. Harry took the water from the healer with a thankful smile, drank it in one gulp, before focusing his attention on the Weasleys, who all sat there with anticipating stares.

"Hey." Harry said, and the Weasleys took that as a go ahead to hug and coddle him.

"I'm so happy you're okay, Harry." Mrs Weasley was close to tears as she hugged Harry close to her chest. Albeit being Harry's best friend, Ron's hug was the most awkward one since he was never one for much affection.

Fred and George came up to Draco after they made sure Harry was okay. Draco was standing aside, allowing the Weasleys space. Before he knew it, he was sandwiched in hug between the twins. "We're also glad that you're okay." George said, making Draco laugh.

"You too." Draco said sheepishly, his cheeks flaming red. The twins grinned and Draco was struck by how lucky he was to have gotten to know these wonderful people.

The healer impatiently requested them to go home now so she could make the tests. The Weasleys said goodbye and took the floo network home to the Burrow. Draco waited while the healer started swinging her wand around Harry and analyzing the colours and forms that Draco had no notion of. When she was done with the test results, leaving the room, Draco approached the bed.

Harry smiled up at him, petting the side of his bed. Draco sat down with a hesitant smile. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed Draco's hand. Draco looked down at their hands with a shy smile. They sat in silence for a few moments before Harry squeezed Draco's hands. "Where's Remus? He wasn't there."

Draco bit his lip. "I guess he wasn't as lucky as the Weasleys. He's not dead or anything." Draco hurried to explain at Harry's panicked expression. "He just... had a battle with Fenir Greyback and has to be in hospital himself. He's gonna be okay though, we were told when we were waiting for your results."

"Oh." Harry just said, looking down at his blanket.

"Oh, no. Harry. Don't feel guilty." Draco laid the hand that was not holding Harry's on his cheek. "Harry, you were amazing. We got away from the Dark Lord. Everyone is safe and alive. You should be proud of yourself."

Harry gave him a small smile but Draco knew he did not entirely believe him. "Couldn't have done it without you." Harry said and Draco felt himself blush. "What happened to him? Voldemort, I mean."

Draco flinched at Harry saying He Who Must Not Be Named's name. But he decided to not say anything about it. "I don't know, to be honest. He was unconscious, just like you. I don't know what happened after because you... you stopped breathing and..." Draco let out a shaky breath, blinking to not let any tears fall.

"Oh, Draco." Harry said, pulling Draco down onto the bed and hugging him close, the duvet still between them. Draco let himself be held by Harry for a while, breathing in his scent and feeling his heartbeat under his fingertips.

Eventually, Draco sat up again. "At least let me take off my shoes first."

Harry sniggered, watching Draco pull off his shoes and holding up the duvet, which Draco crawled under gratefully. They lay face to face which made them giggle. Harry squirmed again, turning around so his back was facing Draco, who took that as and invitation to drape himself over Harry from behind. Harry snuggled back and for a while, they lay there contently. But even though Draco was extremely tired from the long night, there was way too much going on in his head to fall asleep.

He knew Harry was not sleeping either because he was not making any noise, but sleeping Harry was letting out small whimpers in his sleep from time to time. "Harry?" Draco whispered.

"Hm?" Harry answered.

"Are you... Are you still mad at me?" Draco asked.

"What? Why?" Harry wondered.

"Because... I don't know." Draco said. "You were mad at me in the Burrow. Because of the Mark, you know..."

Harry squirmed again, this time to turn around, facing Draco. He kept a small distance so they did not have to go crossed eyed to see each other. "I think you showed where your loyalties lie, Draco." Harry whispered.

A small smile grazed Draco's lips, "I sure hope so... I'm gonna help the Dark Lord as soon as you're vulnerable again."

Harry rolled his eyes and pushed Draco away by his chest. Draco giggled in a way that he would deny later. Now, he just grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him close again. Harry went easily and for a while, they just lay there, enjoying being safe and close to each other.

"Draco?" Harry eventually broke the silence. Draco made an acknowledging sound, tightening his grip on the other boy, but Harry pushed at Draco's chest again to be able to look at him. Draco immediately focused on Harry's nervous expression. "Are we... what are we... like, dating?"

Draco had to grin. "We're already engaged, remember?"

Harry slapped him on the shoulder, his cheeks burning pink. "That's a bit fast, don't you think?"

"No." Draco grinned, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips to Harry's, who sighed, half in fond exasperation, half in contentment.

"Where's your ring, then?" Harry mumbled, making Draco pull back to look at him.

"Why mine? You should have the ring that I gave you." Draco said.

"Okay, first. Then give me my ring." Harry said. "And second, what makes you think that you're gonna be the one proposing?"

"Well, clearly." Draco said. "I'm the man in this relationship."

"Okay, again two things." Harry said. "First, we're both men. That's the point. And second, how do you explain the amount of time you spend trimming your nails. You take more time than Ginny and Hermione combined-"

"I do not." Draco interrupted. "What does that have to do with anything? What's wrong with my fingernails?"

"Nothing's wrong with them." Harry said. "I love your fingers. I'm just saying-"

"You love my fingers, huh?" Draco smirked and wiggled one of his hands between them.

Harry grabbed it, pressing a small kiss to the back before resting their hands between them. "I do. They fascinated me from the beginning. They're so elegant and pretty."

Draco squinted at him. "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or as an offence to my masculinity."

"I am not surprised that you learned masculinity like this," Harry said, and at the offended glare Draco gave him, Harry smirked, "Come off it. You love being a drama queen from time to time. And then you want someone to hold you down and rile you up at the same time. A man, preferably."

While talking, Harry lifted himself so his face was over Draco, who was now blushing as red as a Weasley's hair. "I- I do not. What-" He was cut off by Harry's lips on his. His heart was beating rapidly and his lower stomach was fluttering with arousal. He let his eyes fall closed and gave in to Harry embarrassingly fast. "Harry." He whispered when he felt himself getting excited. He knew they were way too tired from the fight to finish anything and Harry seemed to think the same thing. He let off of Draco, laying down next to him again with an annoying smirk. "Shut up." Draco said.

"I didn't say anything." Harry grinned.

"I hate you." Draco said. Despite his words, he curled up against Harry, laying his head on his chest.

Harry pressed a small kiss to his head, smiling widely as he laid back down. "So like... Are you my- my boyfriend now?" Harry asked.

Draco hid his smile in Harry's shirt, but Harry felt it none the less. "Only if you're mine." Draco said.

Harry tightened his arms around Draco. "'course." Draco grinned, lifting his head to press a sweet kiss to Harry's lips before cuddling close again. And finally, they were able to fall asleep.

#

In the morning, they were awoken way too early by a healer who insisted on doing a check up. "You'll probably be able to go home in the afternoon." She said afterwards. Harry and Draco just nodded tiredly before curling up together and falling asleep again.

Waking up the next time was much easier. Draco felt Harry stirring, making him blink his eyes open and look up. Harry's deeply green eyes were looking back, a small smile playing on his lips. "Morning, boyfriend." He said with a gruff morning voice.

A full blown smile lit up on Draco's face. Harry reached for his wand on the bedside table, swept it and muttered something before laying it back. At Draco's questioning face he just said, "Morning breath." Then, his lips were on Draco's.

Draco went up on his elbow to lean up over Harry, getting a better angle. He briefly thought that he would not mind waking up to this more often. Harry's warm hands trailed down Draco's back before landing on his hips. He used his grip to roll them over, hovering over Draco, who was starting to breath heavily. Harry's firm warm body over his was doing something to him. Draco's hand found Harry's neck, his other arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Harry started to kiss him with more vigour, making an embarrassing sound escape Draco. He did not have much time to be embarrassed because Harry's answering noise was deep and fuelled the arousal building up in his lower region.

Draco thought he was going to burst when Harry ground into him, probably out of instinct. Before he knew it, they were moving together, raw and without being able to hold back. Harry's hands moved under Draco's shirt and he thought he was going crazy with the need to take it off, be closer. It probably took them less than five seconds to get their shirts off. Draco pushed Harry, making him lay on his back. He climbed on top, pecking his lips before working down his jaw and his throat.

Draco smirked, satisfied with the two huge love bites that were now blooming on Harry's throat. Before he knew it, Harry's solid weight was pressing Draco into the mattress again, pressing their lips together hungrily. Draco was reminded of his excitement again when Harry's hips ground down into his. He could not hold back the moan when he felt Harry's hardness again, more prominent than before. Pulling Harry closer, feeling his skin against his, he threw back his head, letting Harry create a huge love bite on his throat.

Just when Harry's lips hovered above Draco's again, leaning down to capture them-

Someone cleared their throat loudly.

Harry almost fell off of Draco, but he managed to just roll beside him. With flushed faces they looked at the healer from the morning, and, to their great embarrassment, at headmaster Dumbledore. The two of them were standing in the doorway, the healer looked uncertain and sour while Dumbledore had an amused twinkle in his eyes.

Harry was the first to snap out of it, sitting up and pulling the duvet up, although their excitement had gone down to half-mast after that embarrassment. The healer also caught herself, stood up straight and probably decided to act like she had seen nothing. "I'm going to make another check up now, then another one around noon. And if everything is still well, you're getting released after that. Any questions, Mr Potter?"

Harry shook his head. The healer did as she said, not looking into either Harry or Draco's eyes. Draco could not blame her. Although he and Harry had put their shirts back on, he could also not look at her without blushing. When she finally left again, Professor Dumbledore stood in front of them.

"It's nice to see you both again, all safe and happy." Professor Dumbledore said. Harry and Draco glanced at each other, then looked away, blushing. "Oh, no need to be embarrassed. I now it's hard to see, but I also used to be young and in love... With a young man, at that."

That made Harry and Draco look up. They certainly had not seen that coming. "Really?" Draco asked. If such a brilliant and reputable wizard like Dumbledore had been with a boy, then certainly it could not be as absurd as his father would have made him believe.

"Oh yes." Dumbledore smiled reassuringly.

"Who?" Draco wondered.

"That is neither here nor there." Dumbledore said. "I came here to talk about something else." When the boys did not answer, just looked at him questioningly, he continued. "Indeed, you've done a great job with Voldemort."

Draco flinched at the name. Then, he felt Harry's hand taking his, smiling at him before focusing back on Dumbledore. "Thank you." Draco said to the headmaster, glancing at Harry, who just looked at Dumbledore like he was expecting something more. He supposed Harry knew Dumbledore better than Draco did so he knew that there was something important coming.

But Dumbledore did not continue to speak. Just watched the boys with calculating eyes. "Where is Voldemort?" Harry asked, squeezing Draco's hand when he flinched.

"Well," Dumbledore said. "As it looks, he's not there. Not really alive anymore."

Draco's eyes widened and he sat up straight. "We... we killed him? So it's over?"

Dumbledore smiled sadly, "I'm sorry I must disappoint you there, Mr Malfoy."

"What? But you said he's dead." Draco said.

"I said he's not exactly alive anymore." Dumbledore said, which was the same as what Draco said, in his opinion. "Voldemort is a complex creature, not really alive anymore, so not really able to die."

"The last time I checked," Draco protested, "he was very alive."

"Well, yes." Dumbledore said. "But he did so many evil deeds, killed so many people and creatures, no soul can come out of this unscathed. And just like he has come back before, he can come back again."

A glum silence settled over them. Draco remembered that Harry had been there when The Dark Lord had come back last time. He was probably thinking about the event, that must have been terrible. Draco had heard from it from his father, but Harry's perspective must be different. They had a lot to talk about, Draco thought. Right now, he just inched closer and laid an arm around Harry, who leaned into him.

"Can we do anything against that?" Draco asked.

"Well, we can certainly try." Professor Dumbledore said. "I've been having private lessons with Mr Potter here, showing him memories involving Voldemort-"

Draco flinched, making Harry's head fall from his shoulder. "Sorry." Draco muttered, pulling him back into him.

"-and I think it is necessary to continue them." Dumbledore said like nothing had happened. "It will help us understand him better and maybe we can prevent him ever coming back. You can join, of course, Mr Malfoy."

"Umm..." Draco looked from Dumbledore to Harry, who lifted his head and nodded encouragingly. "Okay." Draco said. He was not sure about 'understanding Voldemort better'. He was just a psychopathic murderer with a superiority complex, but he guessed it was one step further from doing nothing.

#

In the afternoon, when Harry and Draco returned to the Burrow, they were holding hands. Ginny rolled her eyes and Fred petted them on the back, "Glad you finally got your shit together."

"Fred!" Mrs Weasley scolded from another room. "No swearing."

"Yes mum." Fred said.

Mrs Weasley came from the kitchen and beamed when she saw the Draco and Harry. She went over and hugged them. "I'm so glad to have you both back safely. And congratulations." She pulled back and looked sternly. "But I hope you are aware that you are gonna sleep in separate rooms now."

Bill came up to them, grinning. "I guess then welcome back, room mate." He clapped Draco on the back.

Nobody was mentioning the fact that Harry had died and survived.