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Chapter 12: Wherein Our Story Ends
Draco turned up at Snape's doorway. Knocking on the door, his sobs grew louder and louder until he became worried that Snape wouldn't hear the knocking through all the crying.
"Severus! Open the damn door!"
He finally did, though not at all pleased. "What the bloody hell is going on here?" he asked before he realized it was Draco. "What happened?" he asked, his voice softer.
"I told him," Draco said shakily. "And then he…he…yelled and told me he wasn't gay and he kicked me out!" Draco grabbed on to Snape's robes and burrowed his face in them. "I've been chucked! I feel like shit!"
"Shh, it's okay," Severus soothed as best he could. He couldn't help but be slightly disconcerted with Draco's womanliness and sudden need for affection but he could stand to see his god son in pain either. "Harry is a fool if he didn't accept you. He didn't deserve you."
Draco sniffled and removed his face from Severus' robes. "You're only saying that because you're my god father and you have to."
"No," he replied, lifting the blonde's chin. "I'm saying it because you a gorgeous as a woman or man and an excellent person as well. Anyone would be lucky to have you."
Weeks passed and slowly, Draco began to move on. He was becoming more and more in love with himself as a woman and though Snape was constantly experimenting with ways to return him to his former male glory, Draco was beginning to lose interest. He even began regaining his powers which decimated his lingering desire to return to being male.
"I like being a woman," Draco told Snape when he'd tried to force another potion upon him. "It's comforting, this body, I like how I feel things now."
Not that it mattered what Draco thought really as none of the potions worked for longer than an hour. It seemed he was destined to be female, whether he liked it or not.
"Just call me Darcy," he'd finally told Snape. "That's who I am now."
But though Draco was beginning to accept life as a woman, he found he could accept life without Harry. It had been two months but still he awoke every day hoping that Harry would be there, waiting to whisk him off to far away places.
He couldn't sleep.
Draco was quickly learning that pining for someone sucked.
Though he was getting incredibly skinny in the process.
Silver linings, Draco reminded himself.
"You're going to have to let him go," Snape said when for the 61st night in a row Draco sat at the window pretending not to look for Harry.
Draco just ignored him. He may've been harboring false hope, but it was his false hope and he would harbor it if he damn well pleased. "He might come back."
"I wouldn't hold my breath," Snape muttered darkly.
Draco squinted his eyes. "I think I see someone," he said suspiciously.
"Just your imagination," Snape said in a sing-song voice.
"Like hell it is, I'm going to go check it out!"
The cool night air welcomed him as he searched for the figure he'd seen. He could tell he was getting close, he could make out green eyes, a tall lean body and a scar…
"Harry? Is that you?"
"Draco?" There stood Harry in an open button down shirt looking very disheveled and even more sexy.
"What do you want?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"I have something to say to you," Harry said.
Draco remained silent, waiting for him to go on.
I love you!" Harry shouted, looking exhausted. "And I don't care if you're a man or if you decide to stay a woman, I'll always love you!"
"You do?" Draco asked, his eyes full of hope before quickly throwing on a mask of indifference. "I mean, you do," he said, trying to be nonchalant.
"I do," Harry said breathlessly. "I tried to stop, but I couldn't. Nothing could make me stop, not Ginny, not reason, not even myself. I love you Draco Malfoy!" he exclaimed, picking him up off the ground and giving him a little twirl. "I know I hurt you, and I just want to know if you forgive me. Please," Harry finished, his eyes pleading with Draco.
"I don't know Harry. It's been two months. I might have to think about this-"
Harry laid a kiss smack on his lips, preventing the rest of the sentence to escape. "Please, I love you Draco Malfoy. And I don't give a flying shite what anyone says."
"My name's Darcy," Draco said softly, nuzzling his head in the crook of Harry's neck. "Darcy Spungen."