Birthday Fic Part 2
January 16th
“I have compiled a list of suspects that seem to be, in some way connected to the Redgraive’s and would have motive to take revenge.” Draco said and handed Harry the file. Hermione looked up at Draco and smile as he took the seat next to her at Harry’s desk, across from Harry.
“I finally got them to release the Redgraive’s will to me. The dagger was willed to their eldest heir, and in the event that something happened to them, or their heir, the dagger was to be given to Barty Crouch Jr.,” she told them both as they got settled in.
“Barty Crouch Jr.? Why him?” Harry asked.
“Apparently Darren Redgraive and Barty Crouch Sr. were very close, the later being the godfather of Redgraive’s two year old daughter, Madison, and Redgraive the godfather of Barty Crouch Jr.,” she explained, “being only four at the time they could not have foreseen that Barty’s son would join Voldemort. The Redgraive’s died before Barty was accused of being a Death Eater and Madison never knew he was in the will, so even after his conviction he was never written out.”
“Do you know of him having any connection to anyone named Nathaniel Blake?” Draco asked.
“The only record of Nathaniel Blake is a letter he sent to Gringotts before his accusation. It said in the event of anything happening to him all his inheritances were to be willed to Nathaniel Blake.”
“We discovered a spell last night that we think might help. Single Signature, have you heard of it?” Harry asked Hermione.
“I have heard of it once or twice. It’s considered a dark spell though. You would definitely need permission from a higher up in the department to do it. Possibly even the Ministers approval.”
“I put the request in this morning.” Harry looked at Draco, shocked. “I knew we would need Minister approval and I thought it would be safest if my name was on the form since he still doesn’t like you.”
“Who did you put as your second?” Hermione asked. “Surely he would still find it hard to approve if you put Harry as your second?”
“Which is why I put you, Granger,” Draco smirked.
January 26th
Hermione, Harry and Draco stood around the hospital bed in the test room. Ayden’s eyes stared up at the aurors standing around him. Hermione raised her wand and cast a sleeping Charm on the boy.
“Are you ready?” She asked looking at both Harry and Draco. They each held three files in their hands. Harry opened his and got the pictures of the signatures that he was to compare. Draco did the same and they both nodded their heads. “We only have thirty seconds to compare them.”
She cast the spell and after a couple of seconds a black band reached out and surrounded the child’s frame. After that followed a green and after the green a deep blue, leaving three distinct bands, a band of each color. The two auror quickly analyzed each picture as Hermione held the spell for as long as she could. As the spell started to fade, Harry grasped desperately at the hope that Draco had some luck finding a match, because all of his suspects had auras that were absolutely different from the one that surrounded Ayden.
He tried even harder to stave off the feel of crushing defeat when he saw the look of despair on his partners face. Draco directed his eyes towards the ground and Harry could tell he was trying to control his breathing.
“At least we tried,” Harry said in hope of cheering up his partner. “There are still other things we can do. We ill solve this.”
Draco’s eyes lifted off the floor and looked intently at Harry. “You're right. We’ll solve this.”
“There is a spell I have heard of, that we might be able to use. Draco you might know it, the Soul Searcher spell?” Draco gasped and stared at Hermione, shock evident on his face.
“Granger, are you crazy? That could land you a year in Azkaban if you’re caught!” Harry looked between the two, trying to figure out what was happening.
“What is the Soul Searcher Spell?” He finally asked, trying to break the glaring contest that was going on between his best friend and his partner. Draco sighed and looked away towards Harry.
“Soul Searcher is old, very dark magic, blood magic. The ministry banned the use of it and many spells like it because the level of pain involved in the ritual. I will say that Souls Searcher would probably work very well in this case, but do you really want to risk it?” He asked turning back to Hermione.
“We got permission to use Single Signature didn’t we? We could at least try. I will talk to Kingsley about it and see what he has to say. You two probably have a mountain of paperwork to fill out.” Hermione sighed and got up to leave. “I have faith in you two.” With that she walked out of the room. A nurse came in to retrieve Ayden and Harry and Draco went back to their office.
February 2nd
Harry and Draco walked through the crowded plaza. Hermione had been bale to track the signature even without the name and said that the last reading of the signature had been in a hotel right outside of Oslo, Norway. They had taken an international port key to an alley way about a mile away form the location in question.
A lady with black hair, who was bundled up in warm clothing approached them. She gave them a kind smile.
"Hei, Er du på ferie her??" The women asked. Harry got a panicked look on his face. In all the rush of tracking Crouch he had completely forgotten that he would have to speak the language. He looked at Draco for help only to receive the second shock in two minutes.
"Yea, Hva hetter du?" The blonde asked with a perfect accent.
"Jeg hetter Clariys."
"Vi har mistet kan du sende oss til dette hotellet?" Draco asked and handed he the paper with the name of the hotel.
" Ta til høyre og deretter til venstre her," she directed gesturing to the map, " og det er det der."
"Takk," the blonde answered and took Harry’s hand. He lead harry in what the brunette assumed was the direction in which the women had pointed them.
They arrived at their destination to find a run down old shack of a hotel, with dim lighting in the lobby and tables and chairs that looked like they were about to fall apart.
Harry sighed in relief when no one came into the room, and made his way around the receptionist desk and looked through the computer for Nathaniel Blake.
Draco heard footsteps down the hall and started to panic. "Potter, someone is coming!" he whispered quickly Harry looked up quickly before turning back to the computer and searching two times quicker that before. Just as the footsteps reached the door to enter, Harry jumped over the counter and ran toward the stairway across the room, Draco close behind him.
They reach the first landing and sighed; Draco leaned up against the wall and looked at Harry.
"Did you find it?"
"Room 237." Harry smiled. He and Draco made there way up another flight of stairs and found room 237.
They got into position and opened the door. There inside they found Barty Crouch Jr., wand drawn with a muggle child bound in a chair in front of him. He gave a cold smile and looked at the two Aurors.
"I was wondering when you would get here," he said as his tongue flicked out to the side of his lip. The child on the chairs' eyes widened and she let out a low whimper.
"Are you here to save me?" Her small voice carried in the tense room. Crouch’s wand went from pointing at the Aurors to pointing at the child.
"Crucio!" He yelled and the girl’s cries of pain filled what was silence just seconds before.
Thinking quickly Draco cast a stupify in Crouches direction, trying to catch him while he was distracted. The curse sailed towards Crouch but stopped about a foot in front of the man, rebounding off some sort of shield.
Crouch looked up with an evil smirk. "You didn't think I would be that vulnerable did you? And here I was, ready to make a deal and release the child. But if that’s the way you are going to act. I guess I have no choice. Avada Kadavera!" A green light went racing toward the young child sitting it the chair. Harry watched as the life left the girls eyes. Draco growled from behind him and went to lunge forward only to be stopped by Harry’s arm.
"It's over Crouch, come with us. Release the curse you have put on Ayden Redgraive." Harry said in a commanding voice.
"No, it's just started," Crouch said, "try to find me if you can." With that Crouch disapperated.
Harry could see the protection spell shimmer as it disappeared and he rushed forward trying to track Crouch. He managed, just barley, to get a track on the spell and within seconds Harry and Draco found themselves standing in the middle of a forest. The darkening sky told them that night was quickly approaching.
They heard footsteps to their left and raced after them, running as fast as they could to catch up to crouch. They ran down a path that looked promising, with broken twigs and crunched leaves littering the ground. They had lost track of the sound of footfalls but it looked as if they were heading in the right direction.
They approached a break in the trees and looked around. Draco walked forward only to be stunned be a shimmer of light. With a rush of wind ropes appeared and wrapped themselves around the blonde. Draco fell to the ground struggling against the bonds that were slowly tightening around his throat. Harry rushed forward and tried every spell he knew to break the bonds, but when that proved ineffective, Harry started grabbing at the ropes with his hands. It wasn’t until he was in an absolute state of panic, because Draco had passed out from lack of oxygen, that he remembered the knife. He pulled it out of his pocket and in an act of desperation he sliced at the rope.
To his surprise the rope split in half and disappeared, giving Draco the ability to breathe again. The blonde took in deep breaths and then went still, breathing steadily. Harry sighed and collapsed down beside his partner.
A few minutes later Draco's eyes opened and blinked a few times. He looked over to Harry and gave him a tired but grateful smile. Harry returned the smile and took Draco into his arms. They lay on the forest floor for a bit before Harry broke the silence.
"Sleep, love," he coaxed Draco rubbing his back.
"What about Crouch?"
"I'm sure he’s figured out by now that we have a track on all his magic. He knows better than to apperate somewhere else. Sleep, we will continue in the morning."
Draco gave Harry one last smile before he closed his eyes and fell back asleep. Harry ran his hand through Draco’s hair for a few more moments before falling asleep as well.
February 5th
It was raining. They had been running through this god forsaken forest four days looking for Crouch. Every time they though they were getting close, they found that their lead was just another fake trail. He had obviously anticipated this and in the years of his ‘death’ had prepared for one hell of a fight.
Harry and Draco approached a house that looked like it was about to fall in on itself. The windows were cracked and some were covered with planks of wood. The front door was hanging off its hinges and the entire place looked like it was built of vines.
It had been a day and a half since they ran into their last false lead. Harry felt like crying. Draco suddenly stopped next to him and went stiff.
“This is it.” He stated simply. Harry turned and looked at the other. His blonde hair was plastered to his face and his cloths were soaked through. His shirt was torn and his pants were covered in mud but Harry couldn’t help and think that the blonde still looked like and angel. He figured he was probably as worse for wear as his counterpart but, unlike Draco, looked as shitty as he felt.
“How can you tell?” Draco looked up and walked over to him. He pulled Harry into his arms and gave him a searching look before leaning down and giving him a languid kiss.
“The magic. It’s old blood magic. The feeling of it is a lot stronger that the other trails we encountered, there is more protection here,” Draco said glancing at the house. He turned his head back to Harry and gave him one more look before releasing him and walking toward the house. Harry made to follow but stopped when he noticed the other, once again stop walking. Draco turned around once more, a nervous look on his face. “If anything happens in there, just know I love you. I understand that you don’t feel the same, but I need you to know.” He turned around to start walking away but stopped short at the sound of Harry's voice.
“I love you, too.” Draco swiveled his head and flash Harry a small smile before they both walked into the house.
The interior of the house was as dark and dreary as the outside, the floor, cracked wood, was covered in a thick layer of dust that had been cleared out in some places. Harry realized quite abruptly that the distortions in the dust were footprints.
“Draco, stop and take your shoes off.” Draco turned around so quickly Harry feared he would fall over. The look of utter disgust on the pale face made Harry smile a bit. Let it never be said that Draco Malfoy tolerates anything less than perfect cleanliness. The dark haired man stooped down and removed his shoes and gestured to the mark in the dust beside him.
“There are footprints in the dust. Take your shoes off so we can distinguish those from our own.” Draco gave one last reluctant look around him before stripping his feat bare. Harry walked to stand beside him and they followed the footprints to a set of stairs that looked to lead to a basement.
Draco let a shudder roll down his back when he reached the stairs. The dark magic rolled of them in waves and the blond could feel it trying to reach in and posses his very soul. “He is down there. I am sure of it.”
Harry looked at him and noticed the shivers running through his body. “Let’s go then.” They walked down the stairwell, with there wands drawn. When they reached the bottom they came to a glowing red door. The shimmering glow looked like a fire burning around the frame. Harry had the sudden urge to touch it and see if it was as hot as the fire it resembled. He swiped his hand through the glow. He felt as if ice had frozen around his arm.
Desperate to relieve himself of the pain, he pulled his arm back towards himself, only to find he couldn’t pull it away. He turned his head to look at his partner, but was shocked to see that the blond just stood there staring in fascination.
“Young Malfoy seems to be enchanted by that little spell I used.” Crouch’s voice sounded from behind Harry. The black haired man turned to see that the door had disappeared and a large, dimly lit room came into view. “Malfoy, come here and sit down.” Crouch commanded as he walked into view next to a chair that was placed in the middle of the room. Draco walked forward and sat down just as he had been told.
“I must admit though, this isn’t the way I thought this would happen. I figured Malfoy would be the one to get himself trapped in the spider-wed charm, not you Potter. But, none the less, it still works to my advantage.” Crouch gave Harry an ugly sneer, before charming a coiled rope to tie Draco’s hands to the back of the chair. He walked over to wear Harry stood and sent a full body bind at him. He released Harry’s arm when he felt the other couldn’t move.
He positioned Harry's body against the wall so he could clearly see Draco and then took the knife from his pocket. Walking back over to Draco, Crouch chuckled to himself.
“Now what to do with you?” He asked, taking in Draco’s star-crossed expression. He pulled the knife down the front of Draco’s body, and the sides, in a motion that Harry realized, to late, was supposed to cut off Draco’s shirt. Crouch knelt in between the blondes legs and kissed a trail down his chest. Harry watched as Draco's face contorted in pleasure as crouch took one of his nipples into his mouth.
Harry was fuming, Draco was his damnit; no one was supposed to bring him pleasure like that but him! He could feel the pools of magic gathering around him as the seconds passed. Just a little more and he would be able to break free and kill the bastard in front of him for daring to touch his Draco. Crouch’s hand moved lower to unzip Draco’s trousers and take out the blonds erect cock.
“See this Potter?” He asked as He stood and moved to Draco’s side to give Harry a better view. “You want that don’t you? I saw you two out there. Disgusting! ‘Oh Harry I love you’ ‘I love you too, Draco’. It’s just wrong.” He circled around behind Draco and let his arms fall over Draco’s shoulders before taking the blonde into his hand again. “I wonder, what the world will think of their Hero when they find out that, AHHH!”
A bright light flashed through the room as Harry quickly broke free of his bonds and stunned Crouch. He quickly rushed forward and untied Draco, who was slowly coming to form the charm. Draco stood quickly and fixed his pants before helping Harry gather Crouch and aparated out of the house and back to the ministry.
February 7th
“Disciplinary of the seventh of February,” Minister Scrimgoeur’s voice rang through the huge room. Every seat that could be occupied was occupied, and there were many more people standing all wanting to see the trail of the man that, up until now, they thought to be dead. “Has the virteserum been administered?’
“It has been, Sir,” said the Auror standing next to Crouch.
“What is your name?”
“Barty Crouch Jr.”
“Were you ever a convicted Death Eater?”
“Yes.”
“Very well then, let us commence with the criminal trial of Barty Couch Jr. The charges against the accused are as follows: The he did knowingly, deliberately, and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions murdered two innocent and unarmed wizards and one muggle. The accused has also been brought before you today on five counts of kidnapping, four wizards and one muggle all under the age of seven. He is also being charged with the stealing of an overall amount of eight-hundred and thirty-two thousand galleons from the guardians of the aforementioned kidnapped children.” The room was still as the charges were being read off. There had not been many details of the case posted in the Daily Prophet so most of the observers were just then learning of what had happened.
“How do you plea to the murders of Emily Greengrass, Austin Nott, and the muggle child, Bella Swan?”
“Guilty.” Crouch stated in a monotone voice. There were a few gasps heard throughout the audience.
“Do you hold the same plea to all three murders?”
“Yes.”
“How do you plea to the kidnappings of Emily Greengrass, Peter Goyle, Austin Nott, Ayden Redgraive, and Bella Swan?”
“Guilty on all counts.”
““How do you plea to the stealing of the aforementioned amount of money?”
“Guilty.”
Harry and Draco stood then and made there way down to stand in front of Crouch.
“Alright then, we shall begin with the questioning. How did you come to find yourself out of Azkaban Prison?” Harry asked first.
“I was sent to Azkaban for the murders of many muggles and wizards alike. I was to be given the kiss but escaped before the kiss was given.” The look on his face showed that he was trying hard to fight the effects of the truth serum, but when he failed decided to give the least amount of detail as possible.
“How did you escape the kiss, there were witnesses at the time of the kiss as well as when the body was disposed of?”
“McNair, a fellow death eater, helped me escape. He had been called to Azkaban as an executioner to over see the kiss. He was acting under the orders of the Dark Lord to help me escape, so he stunned one of the guards and used a pollyjuice potion to mimic my body. The guard was then imperious to act as I would and sent to kiss death. He received the Kiss in my place and I escaped.” He reluctantly told after a few minutes of silence.
“How did you come to have the name Nathaniel Blake?”
“After my escape from Azkaban, I was left with virtually nothing, I ran to Norway where I started planning my revenge as well as coming up with my plan to get the Dagger of Agrippa. I took the name on shortly after my arrival in Norway, seeing as I could no longer go by the one given to me at birth.”
“We have records of a letter being sent to Gringotts before you imprisonment, declaring Nathaniel Blake as the one to receive your inheritance should you be unable to.” Crouch stayed silent. “Do you deny sending this letter?”
“I sent it.”
“Had you planned your escape before your imprisonment?”
“I had planned to leave the country and change my name before my imprisonment, because of the accusations that were rising against me.”
“What was your relationship with the late Aron Blake as well as Madison Redgraive? Did you kill either or both of them and if so, what was your motivation for doing it?”
“He was an idiot, a fellow follower of the Dark Lord. He and I had done raids together. We struck up a sort of friendship. A few months after our meeting, he admitted to having feelings for a friend of mine, Madison Redgraive. I introduced the two of them and not long after that the bastard betrayed the Dark Lord, so I killed him. I had every intention of killing her too, but she was pregnant. I knew that if I killed her while she was with child people would think I had done it because I was after the dagger. So I put a curse on her that would kill both her and the child during its birth. Sadly, only Madison died and the child survived. I was sent to Azkaban for being an active Death Eater.”
“Why did you take on the last name Blake?”
“I chose Blake because I thought it would be less suspicious. No one knew who the child’s father was except for Madison and me.”
“Why did you flee to Norway?”
“I could not stay in England and I had been researching the dagger for a while. The only two places the dagger could possibly be were in the Gringotts vault of Madison Redgraive or hiding in Norway.”
“How did you come to learn about the existence of the dagger?”
“My father told me about it.”
“How did you plan to use the dagger, had it come into your possession?”
“I would have killed the minister as well as Harry Potter and taken my place as Lord over the new world. I was supposed to use it to carry on the Dark Lords Legacy.”
“I have no further questions.”
“I hereby rule that Barty Crouch Jr. be given the Will Stealer potion in order to remove the curse from the child, Ayden Redgraive, at the end of this proceeding. He shall receive the Kiss tomorrow at eleven a.m. sharp. Court dismissed.” Minister Scrimgoeur’s stood from his seat and left the courtroom.
Harry and Draco entered St. Mungo’s with the bound criminal floating behind them. They made their way up to Ayden’s room and came to a halt outside the door. Draco pulled a bottle out of his pocket, uncorked it and put it to Crouches lips. “Drink it.”
The prisoner did so unwillingly and after a few seconds a glassy sheen came over his eyes. Harry released the body bind and Draco smiled a bit. “Punch yourself in the face,” he said and Crouch gave himself a good hook to the face.
“DRACO!” Harry shouted incredulously.
“What? I was making sure it worked.” Harry gave him a stern look and opened the door to the young boy’s room. The three entered the room and once the door was shut Harry reluctantly handed Crouch’s wand back to him.
“Remove the curse you put on Ayden Redgraive.” Harry could hear the trepidation in Draco's voice. His eyes had the same nervous gleam that they held right after they cast the signature finder curse and none of his suspects matched. Crouch raised his wand at the child and chanted the counter curse.
A grey mist surrounded the child. Harry knew from his investigation that the mist was supposed to pull the curse from the body and turn blue when the curse was fully lifted. The mist swayed and morphed around the small boy for long minutes before slowly changing color. The new shad started off as a light pink and mutated into a deep indigo before turning into a bright red, that burned like fire around Ayden’s body.
Harry heard a cry that he knew wasn’t Draco's and was positive sounded nothing like Crouch. It was only moments later as he felt strong warm arms circle around him and felt another cry tear from his throat that he realized it was his own.
February 15th
Harry looked into the casket and felt the tears running down his cheeks. Just as he was about to turn from the sight he felt arms wrap around him form behind. He smiled a little and rested his hands on top of Draco’s and leaned back into the comforting embrace.
"We did our best. That’s all we can do," Draco’s voice whispered in his ear. He nodded his head and turned around so he was looking at Draco’s face.
"Can we leave? I think I’m ready."
"Alright." Draco took his hand and led him outside of the viewing room to the apperation point. He once again wrapped his arms around Harry and disapperated from the building.
Harry felt a little light headed as he and Draco landed in the entry way of Malfoy Manor. He looked up and saw Draco smiling at him.
"Correct me if I am wrong, but I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to." Harry smiled and raised his hands to Draco’s neck and brought the other man into a deep kiss.
"I think that sounds about right." They kissed again, though this time more forcefully. Draco’s hands moved up Harry’s chest and unclasped Harry's robes before throwing them to the ground behind him. Harry’s hands mimicked Draco’s and they soon found themselves cloak-less, leaning against a wall, with Draco pushing Harry's hands above him.
"Draco, bedroom." Harry said and pulled his wrists out of Draco’s hands. Draco closed his eyes for a second, trying to regain his composure. Just the sight of Harry leaned against the wall, eyes wide, hair a mess, cloths rumpled and breathing hard was enough to drive him crazy. He took Harry’s had in his and kissed it softly.
"Alright, let’s go." He and Harry walked up the stairs, hand in hand, towards the bedroom. Once they reached the room Draco pulled Harry into his arms. "You’re beautiful," he said.
His hands reached to the buttons on Harry’s shirt and undid them all and slowly removed the article of clothing. Moving his hands to Harry’s waist he kissed his way down Harry’s chest. He stopped at each nipple, kissing the dusty buds and then taking it hands into his mouth and sucking. Harry let out a low moan and moved his hands into Draco’s hair. He tugged the older male up and kissed him deeply.
He then unbuttoned and removed Draco’s shirt and dropped it on top of his before giving the boy the same attention he had been given. Draco was growing impatient and pushed Harry toward the bed. Harry fell on his back his head falling on the pillow. Draco clawed at the buttons on Harry trousers and finally managed to push the elusive button through the hole, and unzipped them. He went to pull them off but they got caught on Harry's shoes. The dark haired wizard laughed and Draco gave him a scathing glare. The blonde took out his wand and spelled the shoes, as well as all their other cloths away.
Draco looked at Harry laid out before as if the boy was a buffet set out for Draco only to feast upon.
Harry squirmed under Draco intense gaze. Draco’s eyes fixed on Harry’s thick erection that stood proud between the man’s legs.
"What's this? Where have you been hiding that Harry?" Harry's face and neck went red.
"Not so bad your self there Draco," Harry said gesturing to Draco’s own large cock. He suddenly felt nervous, how was Draco going to fit. The other man was surely going to split him in half. Draco sensing Harry's nervousness, leaned down over Harry, causing there bare skin to come into contact. Harry hissed at the skin on skin and thrust his hip upward trying to get more friction. He let out a loud moan when his length came into contact with Draco’s thigh.
"Relax, I’ll be gentle." Draco reassured him while kissing his neck. Harry relaxed and Draco took his wand and conjured some lube. "This will feel awkward," Draco said. He massaged Harry’s entrance a bit and then slipped his finger inside the younger boy. Harry squirmed some more at the feeling. It didn’t hurt it just felt different. Draco moved his finger around a bit loosening harry some more before he added a second finger and the a third. After a while harry got used to the feeling and started to ride Draco’s fingers.
"Oh God, Draco!" Harry yelled and arched his back impossibly high. Draco smiled, he had found Harry’s prostate. He withdrew his fingers and Harry whimpered at the loss of the appendages inside of him. Draco gave another kiss to Harry’s neck and covered his aching cock in lube. He positioned himself at Harry’s entrance and trust in just enough to get his head past the tight ring of muscles. Harry gave a load moan and breathed hard.
"Draco, it hurts," he panted. Tears sprung to his eyes and Draco leaned down to kiss them away and whispered a soft 'relax' into Harry's ear.
Harry took deep breaths and gave Draco a small nod. Draco took Harry’s hand into his and laced there fingers together while slowly pushing the rest of the way in.
"Fuck, Harry you are so tight," Draco moaned loudly once he buried himself to the hilt inside Harry’s arse. After a bit, harry gave a sharp thrust down, giving Draco the okay to continue.
Draco pulled out almost all the way and trust back in. they quickly created a pace, Harry meeting Draco thrust for thrust.
Draco was close, he could tell. He could see by the way Harry was thrashing for more that he was to. He grabbed Harry’s neglected cock into his hand and pumped it. It only took a few of the quick motions and Harry was coming hard; his semen coated his and Draco’s stomachs. Draco felt Harry’s tight walls squeeze around him and that was all he needed to come, deep inside Harry.
Draco gave Harry one last chaste kiss on the lips before pulling his spent cock out of Harry and Laying down beside the boy. Harry snuggled up beside him and kissed his collar bone.
"That was amazing," he murmured, wrapping his arms around the brunette. Harry's smile widened impossibly.
"I love you," he replied closing his eyes and surrendering himself to sleep.
"I love you, too," Draco said and followed Harry into the land of nigh.