Dreams

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Anyway, I digress, um...there is death in this chapter...and I\'m not telling you who dies KK, that would ruin the entire thing. The words encased with this \\/ is part of a letter...okay?

CHAPTER 4...whispers

September first rolled around and Ablus and Severus went back to school. Leaving Harry, Draco, Hermione, and Ron behind. After the initial shock of finding Harry in Draco’s bed naked, Hermione and Ron seemed to be a little more open to the new relationship.

As for Draco and Harry, Draco was making a rather quick recovery with Harry’s help. Neither boy could be found without the other near. Harry seemed happier than he ever had with Draco by his side. The blond was still sarcastic, but friendly to the married couple.

And in the beginning of October, Hermione delivered a healthy, 7 pound boy. He had bright red hair and never seemed to stop smiling. Harry cried when he heard the young boys name. “Harry, we want you to meet, James Ronald Weasley. Your godson.” Hermione handed the small boy over to him

They watched Harry smile into the boy’s eyes. Draco touched Harry’s shoulder, looking at the baby in his hands. “He’s amazing.” Harry whispered.

“One day, we’ll have one of our own.” Draco smiled, and kissed Harry’s cheek.

It’s when everything is good that everything starts going bad. Harry had been asleep, Draco curled up with him Baby James was laying in a rocking swing not far away. Draco an Harry had decided to let the new parents sleep and watch James. When the boy had fallen asleep, Harry and Draco were soon to follow.

The distinguished gray owl flew straight at Harry’s head, knocking into him. He woke, slightly confused. Then read the parchment in his hands.



\\Harry,
Hogwarts has been nearly destroyed. Albus is dead,/

The gasp startled Draco awake. Sitting up, he watched his beautiful lover begin to cry.

\\The death eaters have managed to kill many of the students. Severus is with us. As is Minerva. We want you to use caution. Another meeting of the Order will be soon. Please give my grandson a kiss for me, and don’t mention this to anyone. It’s hanougnough to be new parents without them being worried.
Yours truly,
Arthur /


Harry could hardly feel Draco’s arms wrapping around him. He didn’t feel the soft kiss on his cheek. “It’ll be okay.”

“No…he’s dead Draco. He died defending me.”

“We all would.”

Suddenly Draco was nearly thrown from the couch. Harry was standing, his eyes blazing. The baby still lay sleeping, not hearing anything. “No! No more deaths damnit! No one should die for me.”

“We love you Harry.” Draco was stronger now. He grabbed Harry’s chin. “I don’t ever want to see you dead. And if I had to die a thousand deaths to keep you alive just one more day I would.”

“Everyone I love dies.” The tears were more painful to Draco than the torture ever had been. He tried not to cry along with Harry. He had to be strong for him.

“Severus once said that we should enjoy the time we have together. Harry…it might not be long. Tomorrow Voldemort might come and we could all be dead. But right now you love me and I love you, and we’ve got a beautiful godson right over there needing our protection and strength.”

“We?”

“Yes, we.” Draco smiled, brushing unruly hair out of Harry’s face. “So stop crying, and smile. Albus would have wanted us to celebrate his life rather than mourn his death.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Baby James stirred, and Harry picked him up.

There was a loud pop. Severus stood before them, wavered a little, then sat down. He looked worn. Grief stricken. “You’ve heard I imagine. Arthur said he was going to owl you.”

“Yes.” Harry cradled the now waking baby. “I was glad to hear you and Minerva escaped.”

“Yes. I…I tried to save him.” Though Severus didn’t cry, there was a different type of mourning going on in his eyes. “But…you know how Albus is…was. He just shoved me out of the way and took it.”

“When is the meeting?”

“Tonight. Moody, Lupin, Arthur and Molly should be here soon.”

“We haven’t told Hermione and Ron yet.”

“Told Hermione and Ron what?” Ron asked groggily. He was rubbing back some of his hair.

“Hogwarts was attacked. Dumbledore…” Harry couldn’t continue.

“He’s dead.” Severus said softly. There was another loud pop and Mad Eyed Moody was standing there. His rolling eye a constant. Another pop and Arthur was standing next to Moody. Followed by Lupin and Molly. Minerva was last to show up.

“I see everyone’s here.” She said, her body was rigid but she looked as if she had been crying. Little James was making noises and Hermione, now awake and fully informed from Ron what happened at Hogwarts, took him to be fed.

“There’s not much time before Voldemort and his followers will be here.” Moody started, his rolling eye focusing on everyone. “He’s looking for you Harry.”

“I know.” Draco’s hand tightened around Harry‘s. “How much time do we have?”

“A few days at best.” This time Arthur spoke up. He was looking strained and much older than he should.

“Then we best prepare.” Harry said it with some finality. Molly held back a sob. She was holding onto Hermione. Staring at baby James.

“I can’t believe he’s not here.” Ron whispered.

“We’ll all miss him,” Harry started, holding back tears of his own. “God knows he was like a father to me all these years. It was a deep loss to all of”
”

“I suggest we all get some sleep.” Arthur said softly. “It’s been a taxing time for all of us.”

“Yes…yes it has.”

Draco pulled Harry to their room. “You can’t,” Draco started but was interrupted with Harry’s mouth covering his.

“Don’t talk. Who knows how long we have.” Harry was pulling Draco’s shirt above his head, determined to block out time. Moaning softly, Draco automatically melted into Harry’s embrace. Enjoying the kisses. The touches. The gentle licks and nips.

Laying Draco down, Harry removed his own shirt and returned to running his tongue over the healed scars on Draco’s body. The blond squirmed under the feather light torture. “Gods Harry, please…”

Smiling softly, Harry returned to learning all over again what Draco tasted like. It was familiar but new. The taste of oceans. Every happy day combined. Rain and sunlight. Thunder. The stars.

“I can’t…take anymore…please…” Draco couldn’t breathe. His heart was racing so fast he wondered if it would burst from his chest.

Removing the rest of his clothing, Harry rolled until Draco straddled The Gryffindor’s chest. “I want you to make love to me tonight.” He whispered against the blonds wonderfully soft lips.

“Are you…are you sure?”

Nodding, Harry pulled Draco’s bottom lip in between his teeth. Groaning softly, Draco grabbed his wand and muttered softly. Draco eased himself into Harry. The Gryffindor cried out in surprise. His nails digging deep into the hard back he had dreamt about for so long.

Draco was making love to Harry slowly. Taking every effort to draw out the wonderful feeling. Harry felt the tears on his cheeks. Would this be the last time Draco could hold him? Would this be the last time he would ever feel so complete?

Faster. Harder. Harry cried out jumbled words of love. Passion. Draco was stroking him to the same rhythm of his thrusts. Arching into Draco, he could feel himself building. The world dropped from beneath him. He was flying far into the sky. Draco holding him close. Their bodies merging into one.

When at last they came down, Draco collapsed on top of him. Harry smiled, draping a blanket around them both. He kissed the top of his head, praying this wouldn’t be the last time they would be together.

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