"Yes, master."
"How are we going to get me to the threshold? I don't want to be separated from you."
Draco lifted his head. "I have your cloak, sir."
Harry smiled and hugged him. "You do? Thank Merlin... I thought I lost it forever! I love you, Draco Malfoy."
Draco looked like he'd been slapped. "You... do?" 
Harry could see tears in his eyes, and Draco was looking more vulnerable than Harry had ever seen him. "I do. Probably did from the second time you came down here, when you weren't scaring the shit out of me."
Draco leaned into him and hugged him, softly. "I love you, too. I'm not sure when... second... third year, probably."
"What?" Harry said, pulling back to look Draco in the eyes. He was telling the truth.
"You defeated the Heir of Slytherin, which, according to rumor, was a basilisk."
"Well technically, the Heir was Riddle. The basilisk was his pet."
"You are the most incredible, awe-inspiring person I have ever met."
Harry blushed. "I-we have one last mission... we can do this. I'll make sure that no one hurts you again. It'll be just us."
"You... really would want me?" Draco whispered, like he didn't believe him.
Harry hugged him harder. "I wouldn't want to live without you. No one understands me like you do... nor has given up everything for me. I owe you everything. The debt is repaid, Draco."
Draco winced. "Harry... you shouldn't have said that."
"I'm not going to have you feel obligated to give up your life to help me. You can flee. I don't want a life debt driving your actions. Or this brand."
"Harry, I would die for you regardless. I have nothing else. I don't think I can live without you, now. I was just barely surviving until you... you...."
Harry held him tightly. Their small bubble of happiness was about to burst. The world was going to tear everything they had down. They might not survive this.
"We need to make some promises," Harry said, grimly.
"No. You can order me, but I'm not promising anything."
"Please, Draco? One or both of us might die. I want you to know what I want."
Draco lowered his head, submissively. "I will tell Granger and Weasley anything you want."
"Make sure that I'm buried with my parents and that the other body is removed. That everything I have goes to Teddy Lupin... including my cloak."
Draco nodded. "I will do as you say."
Harry raised an eyebrow. He didn't like the zoned-out tone of Draco's voice. "What are you going to do, if something happens to me?" he asked, worried.
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"I'm a marked Death Eater that helped kill Dumbledore. I'm sure they'll have no qualms about throwing me into Azkaban. I won't fight it. I won't fight them."
Harry felt his heart harden. "Draco... no... you can't...."
"Don't order me, Harry. It won't work once you're dead anyway," Draco said, his head bowed.
"Is that what you want me to do if something happens to you? Surrender? Live my life in St. Mungo's?"
"I already took care of it."