So You're Dead.... Now what?

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Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy exited Dumbledore’s office with the sound of Minerva McGonagall’s sobs echoing in their ears. Harry squeezed Draco’s hand a little tighter as they descended the moving staircase.

They had both really despised what they had been forced to do. There really had been no other choice though. It was either place the memory of Dumbledore’s attempt to murder them both in the pensive and show it to the new headmistress or watch as Severus Snape was carted off to Azkaban for beheading the old man.

Harry sighed heavily. He knew what it felt like to have all your illusions shattered and his heart actually ached for the woman he had come to know and admire as his head of house.

Draco squeezed his hand back. He too knew what it felt like to realize you had been played for a fool by the person you trusted the most. Lucius Malfoy had come perilously close to destroying his only son by taking advantage of the boys love and loyalty. In the end, blind devotion was still just that, blind. It wasn’t a lesson that Draco was likely to forget anytime soon.

Hand in hand they advanced down the corridor to where the passage split. One direction leading upwards to Gryffindor tower, the other snaking downwards to the Slytherin dungeons.

They clung to each other, neither wanting to let go but knowing they had to. Both of them had friends that they still needed to talk to.

“I-I Suppose ill see you as soon as they’re through kicking you out of Gryffindor for being with me.” Draco managed a small grin.

Harry nodded. “The Slytherin’s wont be too pleased either. I guess we‘ll just have to meet back up on Hufflepuff territory.”

Draco gave a mock shiver. “Oh, the horror!”

Harry grinned at his lover, then said seriously, “Meet me at Snape’s if anything goes wrong. We need to get more blood potion anyway.”

Concerned green eyes met with stormy gray. “I will.” Draco promised.

With a kiss they finally parted and both took a deep breath as they marched forward to meet their fates.


Harry stepped through the portrait hole that led to Gryffindor tower to shouts of surprise and relief and quite a few hugs from his housemates. He smiled and joked for a few moments with his fellow Gryffindor's but really he was only interested in talking to two of them. As soon as he could, Harry extricated himself from the crowd, peeled Ginny Weasley off his leg, and told Ron and Hermione that he needed to have a word alone with them.

“Sure mate.” Ron said, grinning broadly. He led the way to a secluded corner of the room and Harry and Hermione followed close behind. Once they were (relatively) alone Ron turned back to his best friend who was fidgeting nervously and biting his lip.

“What is it Harry?” The redhead asked anxiously, “Has Voldermort done something?”

“Um no.” Harry responded. He had been so worried about telling them about Draco that he had almost forgotten. How could he have forgotten? “Voldermort is dead. I killed him.”

Ron and Hermione just gaped at him for a second. Then they were both crying and hugging him and slapping him on the back. “That’s great news Harry!” Hermione said between sniffles. “Have you told Dumbledore yet?”

“Um no.” Harry started, “well yes, but…. Well… Dumbledore is dead too.”

Two shocked faces stared back at him.

“B-but how?” Ron gasped.

Harry ran a hand through his untamable hair and sighed loudly. “Look guys… its.. it’s a really long story and I have something else that I really need to tell you.”

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other with apprehension. Something else?

Harry was chewing on his lip so vigorously by now that he didn’t realize the stress had caused his fangs to extend until he felt the blood trickling down his chin.

Hermione’s face went pale as chalk and she sat down heavily on the nearest sofa. “Oh my God!” She whispered, gawking at the razor sharp fangs tearing into her best friends lip. “ Harry… you’re a vampire.”

“WHAT????” Ron Weasley practically shouted, only to be abruptly hushed as both of his best friends pounced on him with a hand over his mouth.

“AMAMPHIREEEE?” Ron mumbled as best he could beneath two sets of hands.

“Yes Ron. A vampire.” Harry hissed. “Now were going to remove our hands. Do you think you can keep it down?”

Eyes wide as saucers, Ron managed to nod yes. Cautiously both sets of hands were lowered.

“A vampire.” Ron said anxiously, but quietly. “Bloody hell!”

“I know. “ Harry nodded. “it was something of a surprise to me too you know.”

Ron had the good grace to look chagrined. “Sorry mate. Its just a shock, you know?”

“Yeah I know.” Harry looked around to see if they had drawn attention but most of the others in the common room seemed to be ignoring them. Just another vital yet tedious meeting of the golden trio as far as the Gryffindor’s were concerned.

“There really is something that I need to tell you both though.” Harry insisted, nervously wringing his hands.

Ron and Hermione both looked incredulous. Harry had just informed them that Voldermort and Dumbledore were both dead and he was now a vampire in the last five minutes. What in the hell could he possible have left to tell them that he would still need to be so nervous about?

“I know this is going to come as a shock to you both but,” Harry took a really deep breath then plunged forward. “ImdatingDracoMalfoyandithinkiminlovewithhim!”

Ron and Hermione responded in confused stereo. “Whuh?”

Harry forced himself to calm down. “I’m dating Draco Malfoy and I think I’m in love with him.”

Ron looked at Hermione. Hermione looked at Ron. They both turned and looked at Harry.

Ron summed it up for both of them in just one word. “Oh.”

Harry was stunned to say the least. “Oh? That’s all you have to say? Oh?”

“Well.. Yeah.” Ron nodded. “Its not like everyone doesn’t know that you’ve always been obsessed with the ferret.”

“I-what? I was not!” Harry sputtered.

“Yes Harry.” Hermione said slowly, like she was explaining something crucial to a very slow two year old. “We all wondered how long it would take for you and Draco to get a clue.”

“We? You… I hated him!” Harry insisted vehemently.

“Yes Harry.” Hermione patted his arm sympathetically. “You hated him while you followed him everywhere and obsessed over every move he made and talked about him incessantly and constantly worried about what he was doing and who he was with.

"Yeah," Ron chimed in, "and you did have a minor coronary when you saw Pansy Parkinson touching his hair on the train.”

“That bitch!” Harry snarled jealously before he could stop himself. “But-but….” He groaned in defeat. “My God….. I’ve been in love with Malfoy for years haven’t I?

His best friends nodded yes in tandem.

Every head in the common room turned at the sound of someone shrieking at the portrait hole and then the obvious sound of a portrait being kicked before it finally gave in and admitted the one causing the racket.

Draco Malfoy flounced through the opening and across the Gryffindor common room like he owned the place, only coming to a halt when he reached the place that Harry was standing with his friends.

“I take it you told your friends?” The blond said, looking surly.

“Yes.” Harry smiled at him warmly. “I take it you told yours?”

“Yes!” Draco huffed. “And you wouldn’t believe what they had the nerve… the unmitigated gall to say to me!”

“They already knew?” Harry smirked.

“They already!!! Wait…” Draco eyed him suspiciously. “How did you know that?”

Harry pulled his crabby lover into an embrace and kissed him right there in front of all the Gryffindor’s.

“Sometimes its just obvious Malfoy.” Harry whispered as he held Draco tight against him. “Something’s are just meant to be.”