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I was sick of waiting, sick of wondering what was happening. I wanted to know that Draco was alright. I wanted him back in my arms. Ron and Hermione were together on the sofa, his armed wrapped around her in comfort. Ginny was pacing across the room, biting her nails nervously. I sat by myself in the corner, staring down at the ring in my hands.

I will come back for it. I promise you. ‘You bloody better well do it, too,’ I thought. A hand touched my shoulder, and I turned to look at Pansy, who smiled down at me.

“I know you’re worried about him,” she said. “But there’s not much need to. Draco’s good with a wand—he won’t go down easily. Those Death Eaters will have their hands full with him.” I smiled slightly.

“Thanks, Pansy,” I replied. She nodded and patted my shoulder before moving back to her seat by the fire.

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The sun was just creeping up over the horizon. Hermione was dozing lightly with her head resting on Ron’s shoulder. Ginny had stopped her pacing and was sitting on the floor, staring into the fire. Voices struck up loudly in the hall and brought us all back to reality. Hermione woke with a start, looking around at us all before the lot of us jumped up and hurried out to see them all.

It was like a mad house. Remus, McGonagall, and Mad-Eye were all trying to get the wounded someplace to be healed. Ginny was rushing to hug Tonks. I stood on my toes, searching frantically through the mad rush for any sign of platinum blonde hair. There was none. My heart sank into the pit of my stomach, tears filling my eyes and threatening to spill over.

‘He isn’t here,’ I thought. ‘Why the bloody hell isn’t he here?!’ My fist clenched tightly around the ring in my hand as tears poured from my eyes. ‘He promised me. He promised.’

The front door banged open, and there was a mad rush to get to whoever it was. My eyes were shut tight against the pain of my loss. I didn’t care who had entered—until I heard the voice.

“Sorry, got held up,” the voice said. My eyes snapped open and I watched as Remus took Blaise from Draco, supporting his weight as he moved him into the sitting room. Pansy hurried after the two of them to check on her fiancé. I stared straight forward at the blonde, feeling the tears running down my cheeks. He looked to me, the slight smile on his lips fading when he caught sight of my tears.

I was shaking so badly, I knew he must have been able to see it from where he was standing. He hurried to me, wrapping his arms around my waist just as my knees gave out. Draco helped me over to the chair at the side of the hall, kneeling before me and wiping the tears away from my face.

“Shh, shh,” he whispered. “It’s okay, love. I’m here. It’s alright.” I flung my arms around him, holding him as tightly as I could. He hugged me back, stroking my hair in an attempt to calm me down. It helped.

“Don’t you ever do that to me again!” I exclaimed, kissing every bit of him that I could reach. He nodded.

“I won’t. I swear I won’t.” His lips pressed against mine frantically, as if he had been waiting for this moment all night. My arms tightened around his waist and he winced, gasping. I pulled back and looked down at him. His shirt was stained scarlet with blood.

“You’re hurt!” I said. He shook his head.

“It’s nothing.” I gave him a look and pulled him up to his feet, leading him up the stairs to our room.

“Bed, now,” I ordered, moving to our bathroom for towels and water. “And take off your shirt.”

“Harry, this really isn’t—” he began.

“Shirt, now!” He sighed and started unbuttoning his shirt. I saw him wince as he peeled the fabric away from his body. The blood had glued the shirt to his skin. “Oh my god.” His side was caked with blood, so much so that I couldn’t even see the actual wound. “Get on the bed.” I moved across the room and set the water on the bedside table.

“What about the blankets?” he asked.

“I don’t care about the fucking blankets,” I growled, pushing him down onto the bed. He sighed and laid down, finally realizing that I wouldn’t take no for an answer. I wet one of the towels, dabbing lightly at his skin. He winced on occasion whenever I hit the wound. “You had me scared to death, you sodding bastard. What were playing at, anyway? Why didn’t you come back with the others?”

“Like I said,” he gasped. “I got held up. Ow!” I wiped the last bit of blood away and inspected the cut. It wasn’t as bad as I’d originally thought—only about three inches long. I waved my wand over it, muttering a few healing spells and watching as the skin healed over, not even leaving a scar.

“There,” I said, setting my wand down. I pressed a kiss to his stomach and he smiled, pulling me up to meet his lips.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I thought about you nearly the entire time.”

“Did you?” He nodded. “I was worried sick about you.” I pressed his hand to my lips, glancing down at it. His ring. I reached into my pocket and held it up for him to see. “I think this belongs to you.” He smiled and I slipped it on his hand.

“I told you I’d be back for it.” I grinned and kissed him.

“I better go down and see if they need any help.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No. you’re tired. Stay here and rest. I’ll be back soon.” He looked reluctant but a kiss bent him to my will and he laid back on the bed. I smiled at him one last time before closing the door behind me and heading downstairs to help Remus.

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Draco was still asleep when I came back upstairs. I laid down next to him, wrapping my arm around his waist. He groaned and snuggled back against me.

“Hey,” he whispered, turning to face me.

“Hey,” I replied. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“S’okay. How’s Blaise?”

“Snogging Pansy, last I saw.” He grinned.

“Good to hear he’s made a full recovery, then.” I smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips as he relaxed further into my arms.

“Draco,” I whispered, my chin resting on his shoulder.

“Hm?”

“What happened? At Justin’s, I mean. How did you get hurt?” My fingers trailed over the bare skin where I’d healed him just hours before.

“I was protecting Blaise,” he replied. “He’d been hit with a jinx and was out. I stood over him and took on the Death Eater who had put Blaise out of commission.” He paused for a moment, looking up into my eyes. “It was my uncle, Rudolphus. The bastard recognized me. He hit me with a pretty powerful jinx, sent me flying back into a cabinet. The glass shattered and a piece must have stabbed into me. I didn’t have enough time to analyze it—Rudolphus was on me again in an instant.”

Draco looked at me worriedly, which means he must have seen the fear in my eyes. “They know who you’ve sided with now.” He nodded, raising a hand to brush the hair back from my eyes.

“I’m glad they know,” he said. “It’s time my father learned where my loyalties lie.” He pulled me closer, his breath ghosting over my skin. “If only he could see where it is my hear lies, as well.” His lips brushed against my jaw, sending glorious chills up my spine.

“And where is that?” I asked, my voice husky.

“With you,” he said, placing himself on top of me. “Always with you.” I groaned as his lips connected with my throat. He moved along the skin—nipping, sucking, licking. I pushed my hips up against his, my fingers digging into his hair and pulling him closer.

“Merlin,” I breathed. Draco sucked hard at the base of my throat, rolling his hips down against mine at the same moment. “Draco…” His name came out as a low groan. I brushed my lips against his ear, my hips thrusting up into his to make my arousal known. “I want you.”

He groaned, his eyes shut in pleasure. Draco nodded, sitting up and straddling my hips. He picked his wand up from the bedside table, throwing a locking spell at the door and muttering a silencing charm before tossing the wand to the floor and running his hands beneath my shirt.

I arched my back and lifted my arms, helping him to pull the shirt over my head. His lips trailed kisses down my throat, my chest. All thought of the war and Lucias faded into the back of my mind, seeming immensely less important than the moment at hand.

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“Dray, I’ve been thinking..,” I said, sitting up after we’d been laying together a few hours.

“’Bout what?” he asked, sitting up as well.

“Us….and I…I don’t want to marry you when the war is over.” He froze, his eyes staring into mine, flooding with a mixture of confusion, and then hurt.

“You don’t…” His voice faded as words abandoned him. He wasn’t taking this the right way.

I shook my head quickly, taking his hands in mine. “That came out wrong,” I said. “I don’t want to marry you when the war is over because it’s not soon enough for me.” Draco raised an eyebrow, still confused. “I want to belong to you. I want the world to know that I love you more than anything. I want to be your husband now, not later. Love is the strongest weapon we have against Voldemort because he’s never known it. I want you by my side for now, and for always. This war could last for years. I don’t want to wait that long. I want to marry you now.” He smiled, sighing with relief.

“You had me scared for a minute there,” he said.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright.” He laughed, kissing me lightly. “A big wedding isn’t a good idea, love. Making it public would be extremely dangerous. There are too many people who want us both dead.”

“It doesn’t have to be a big wedding; we don’t even have to announce it. We can do something extravagant afterwards—a vow renewal or something for the public. This would be for us. That’s all that matters anyway, right?”

He nodded. “Yes…who would we get to do it?”

I practically pounced on him, hugging him tightly as I pressed my lips against his.

“Thank you,” I whispered, brushing my lips against his jaw.

“You’re welcome,” Draco returned, smiling. “Did you think I would say now?” I shrugged.

“I didn’t know what you’d say.” He hummed thoughtfully, seeming to accept my answer as he laid back, pulling me down with him. “As far as the service goes,” Is aid after a moment of thought,” we could always ask Remus and Tonks who married them. It was a fairly quiet thing.”

Draco nodded, “Good idea. We’ll ask them later. Right now, I want to spend some time alone with the most gorgeous man in London.”

“Ah….when’s he getting here?” Draco laughed and kissed me. It was all it took for me to forget about the war once more—at least for an hour or two.

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