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Finale - All Roads Lead Home, CH 32

Chapter Title: Finale
All Roads Lead Home, CH 32
Author: [personal profile] digthewriter
Word Count: 850
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Last chapter. Unbetaed. (AO3 LINK)


Draco didn't want to give Potter all the credit for his decision to move to Mexico. Even if it was for a little while. When Potter left on the evening of the 1st of January, he left Draco with pamphlets from the programme. The one he'd wanted Draco to join was starting on the 10th of January; there was no way Draco could get his affairs in order by then.

He looked through the literature provided to him, owelled the program manager in Mexico himself, and asked more question.

He wasn't going to join Potter in January, no. But he was seriously considering the programme that started in the middle of February. It would go on until mid May and then he would return home. Potter would no doubt stay on longer as his training programme was for the Aurors.

"So you're going to do it?" his mother asked him when he went to visit her on the weekend and told her about this idea.

"I'm still not certain of it. The course schedule is well thought out and it would be a huge advantage for the kids at The Home, and—"

"And you'd be with Mr Potter," she said with delight. Draco wanted to roll his eyes. When had his mother become such a big fan of Potter's? Without a question, it was his aunt's doing.

"Please know my consideration of this project is not to be taken lightly. I do not want people to think I've gone to Mexico only to chase after Potter."

"No one will think that, Draco," she said softly.

"No? Then what will they think?"

She gave him a knowing smile. "I didn't realise you still cared about what people think."

"I don't," he said in haste. "I just don't want to be known as that bloke."

"That bloke?" she asked with a chuckle. "The man who followed his heart? Gave his own happiness a chance?"

The man who has stupidly fallen in love with Harry Potter.



When Draco and his fellow travellers let go of the Portkey after arriving in Ciudad de Constelaciones, Draco felt disoriented for a bit. He'd never travelled his far before. He'd been all around Europe as a child with his family, and often vacationed in Paris but Mexico? That was a totally new territory.

The air felt different. And a heavy weight settled on Draco's shoulder. Was he doing the right thing? What if this was all a mistake. He didn't have enough time to second-guess his decision because Potter was on him like a Niffler on a gold coin.

"Easy there…" Draco said as he felt the wind kicked out of him, again. This time with Potter crushing him under his arms.

"I'm so happy to see you!" Potter said with a goofy grin and Draco couldn't help but smile. So maybe he felt a little sappy himself. It was good to be able to see Harry in real life, to be able to touch him, feel his breath on Draco's face.

"Let's go," Harry said.

"Where are we going?"

"To your quarters. I know where you'll be staying and—"

"I'm not staying with you?" Draco asked, hating how insecure he sounded in that moment.

"Oh. Yeah. Of—of course."

"Potter?"

"I didn't think you'd want to stay with me. I mean, what if I got on your nerves."

"You're already on my nerves," said Draco.

"Okay, so let's go to my rooms. It's a small place but I had managed to get one without a roommate. I think they'll be happy your room's freed up. Your orientation is in an hour."

"Merlin, you know my schedule better than I do," Draco teased.

"Well, I've only been waiting six weeks for you."

Draco could have continued his banter with Harry, given him a smart remark but when they entered Harry's rooms, which were now their rooms, he pushed Harry against the closed door.

"I was afraid you wouldn't want me anymore," Draco whispered against Harry's lips as he gently kissed him.

"You're mental if you think that. I've missed you so much. I'm already unsure how long I can survive here without you after you go back in May."

"Do you mean that?" Draco asked, feeling insecure again.

"Of course!" Harry said, turning them around so this time, Draco was pressed against the door and Harry's knee was in-between his legs. He buried his face in Draco's neck and took in a deep breath. "Fuck, missed the way you smelled, Draco."

Draco groaned, bucking his hips all the while grinding down on Harry's leg. "Missed this. Love this…" and then he paused for the briefest of seconds. "Love you."

Harry stopped doing what he was doing and locked his gaze with Draco. "Yeah?"

"Yeah…" said Draco.

"I love you too, Draco. And we'll figure this…us… out."

Draco knew they would. They had to. He didn't know when it'd happened but he'd come to need Harry — who had now become his home. And now, all his adventures would only lead them to Harry.

They'd lead them home.


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