Most Unlikely

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A/N Ok, sorry for all the cliffhangers, but the story is going to be wrapping up within the next chapter, unless I get some major support from people who want to know what happens with life after Hogwarts. (Which can be emailed to LoinsofLust@hotmail.com) I’m going to cut back on the cliffy’s because I know they are annoying, but they did make for a more exciting story. Keep watching because it still has a few twists and turns. Love you.

Where Did The Time Go?

Harry dropped his head back to the bed. Shit The Minister walked briskly up to the end of Harry’s bed and looked down on him. “Well, seems you have got yourself in a pickle again my boy. You have a knack for trouble.” Harry sneered lightly and looked away.

The Ministry officials filed around Rufus, looking down at Harry on the bed, scanning him slightly before turning back and focusing on the Minister. “Well Headmistress, point out the boy.”

Professor McGonagall turned and faced the two boys across the room. Slowly lifting her finger she sighed. “It was Mr. Zabini.”

Harry gasped, shooting upwards his vision shot to the dark haired boy across the room. “You son of a fucking bitch!” Harry thrashed his arms and legs trying to pull himself from the bed. Mr. Weasley and Ron held Harry down by his arms. “Please Harry stop!”

All three Ministry officials moved over towards Blaise, bringing their wands up in front of themselves, “Mobilicorpus!” Madame Pomfrey scurried across the room, arms flailing at the men who were now levitating Zabini into the air, blanket draped over his body. “Put that boy down! He needs to be healed!” The Minister slowly turned and flicked his wand; Madame Pomfrey was blown sideways onto a nearby bed.

“Here now mister Minister, You will not throw about my staff like this!” The Headmistress reared up on her heals, Harry thrashed about on the bed trying to upright himself. Ron held him tightly, trying to calm him. The tension was high in the room, Mrs. Weasley tried to calm the Headmistress and Mr. Weasley ran to upright Madame Pomfrey.

Draco shifted slightly in his bed. Harry was the only one that seemed to notice, forcing Ron off him he up righted himself and threw his blankets aside, rushing over to his lover.
“Draco, are you alright?” Harry ran his hand softly through Draco’s golden locks. His eye’s widened slightly; a soft smile crept across his face when he saw Harry.

The entire room was in complete frenzy, Madame Pomfrey now had one of the Ministry officials pinned to a wall, spattering at him the loudest her voice would let her. The Headmistress was squabbling with the Minister and all the Weasley’s were trying to calm everyone down.

No one paid any attention to Harry and Draco as they quickly snuck in a kiss. Harry had forgotten how wonderful his lips felt against Draco’s. His heart sank as their tongues intertwined and pushed about each others mouths so sensually. Kneeling beside Draco, Harry pulled himself from their kiss and smiled, looking into his lovers eyes.

“I thought I lost you Draco…”

The blonde smiled and ran his thumb across Harry’s jawbone. “I’m a Malfoy, can’t get rid of me that easily.”

***

The next few days seemed to go very slow. Both Harry and Draco were stuck in the medical ward, but at night they climbed into each others beds and cuddled all night long. Harry still had a small sinking sensation in his stomach every time he thought about how close he was to losing the one person that he loved so much.

Blaise was scheduled for a hearing by the Ministry of Magic one week from today, in which Harry, Draco and Dean would have to sit through, as witnesses to the crime. Draco still protested every time the subject was brought up, but Harry assured him he needed to go, and that justice would be served. Harry could understand why Draco didn’t want to go, Blaise had been his closest friend for many years, and was just like family.

Saturday afternoon Madame Pomfrey released all three boys from the medical ward. Harry knew that he had some major explaining to do with Dean, he deserved to know the truth and most of all, needed and apology from Harry.

Christmas had come and gone and all the children were returning to Hogwarts from their holidays. Many students heard the story about what happened, second hand, or better yet, the Daily Prophet. Like so many years before, Harry was given awkward, cross and sideway looks in the hallways, mostly because some students heard the story wrong, or chose not to believe what really happened, and fabricated their own version.

Harry and Draco met with Dean a few weeks later and shared the real story of what happened between them, how and that they were sorry if ever he got the wrong idea about them disliking him, now that they knew the real story. Dean shared his true feelings about Harry so that they could all accept that fact that Dean has had a crush on him for quite a few years. All three boys agreed to stay friends and keep in touch after school.

***

Spring was in the air and classes were more intense than ever. NEWT’s were very close and Harry and Draco’s relationship was still getting more serious. They spent most of every free moment together, now very open to the entire school about their love for each other. Hermione and Ron had now openly showed their affection for each other and also talked about marriage after Graduation. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley could not have been happier with the pair.

Due to some complications within the Ministry Blaise’s trial was postponed to one week before Graduation. In the meantime he was kept in Azkaban, being waiting to be tried as an adult, charged for man slaughter and attempted man slaughter with a deadly poison. With all the evidence against him he would be lucky to get away with life in Azkaban, if not the Dementors Kiss.

***

NEWT’s had finally arrived and tensions were high within Hogwarts. The 7th years would take their final exams to judge whether that would excel in life with a high class Ministry job, or just an average everyday job. Hermione went into all her exams quite confident, seeing she started studying for them in her first year. Ron packed all his studying into the last week and was not so confident.

Harry felt he did alright, and of course Draco predicted he did wonderful, just because he was a Malfoy. All four of them stuck together during that week, spending as much time as possible before they were to depart into the world on their own.

Judgment day had arrived for Blaise, whom was sentenced to death by the Death Eaters kiss for man slaughter and attempted man slaughter in the 3rd degree. Draco tried to comfort Blaise’s family, but they pushed him away, for in their eyes, he was the cause of their son being put to death.

Draco tried desperately to deal with the weight that was on his shoulders, Harry was right next to him to support him and comfort him in his times of trial.

***

The final day had come, Graduation. So much had happened to each and every one of the students that were leaving Hogwarts for the last time, never to step back through its doors as students. All the students filed themselves into rows, seating themselves in the soft red, green, yellow and blue checkered chairs that lined the grounds of the schools.

Students cried and held each other as they were called to the stands to receive their diploma’s stating that they had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, of Seven Years.

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The Headmistress stood straight at the small podium, speaking clearly into the microphone. “Now, if I could please call our Valedictorian to the stage. Harry Potter.”

The grounds exploded into applause. Harry having no idea that he was being chosen as the valedictorian slowly climbed to his feet and smiled, waving to his fellow students. Dressed in a crimson red gown with golden tassels, he moved slowly to the podium.

Hagrid winked and whispered quickly to him. “We knew you always did better under pressure.” Harry chuckled and lifted the bottom of his robes as he climbed up the steps and to the microphone. As he looked out into the crowd he noticed how much the students had changed, from when he first saw them in their first year, to right now at Graduation.

Harry cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone. “Wow, what an honor, I had no idea that I would be chosen for such an honorable position. I thought someone else deserved some fame for once.” The crowd broke into laughter and applause. Harry met Draco’s eye and smiled, speaking back into the microphone.

“Well, I know when we first arrived in this school, every was scared to death, as was I, just as much as the rest of you, but I knew that someday I would be here with you all celebrating seven years of successes. How wonderful this journey has been, through the rough times and the good.”

Applause echoed through the grounds. “I never could of asked for such a wonderful group of kids to Graduated with, including my two best mates, Herm and Ron, couldn’t have done it without you, and especially my love, Draco. You kept me in line all these years, whether you knew it or not.”

The grounds filled with laughter and applause once again. “The last thing I would like to do is thank all the teachers who pushed us all to this day, and one big thanks to Dumbledore, he was like a father to me, and so many others.” Harry could feel himself choking up, as he could hear others beginning to cry as well.

“This is one day that we should never forget and cherish for the rest of our lives… Where did the time go?” With this being said Harry pulled his hat from his head and tossed it into the air, followed by hundreds of others, red, green, blue and yellow.


The End