I never expected it to be this way. We were arch enemies, and like the communists of old, we skipped a stage in our relationship, going straight from nemesis to lovers, never bothering to be friends. Never bothering to get to know one another, and maybe that will prove to be our downfall. But, alas, Harry, how can anyone say no to those lovely eyes of yours. And they were right for calling you the Golden Boy, because your skin radiates a golden ray of warmth that melts my cold, dark heart. It only breaks my spirit when I hear you whisper 'I love you' when you think that I am asleep, because this is not love. I do not love you, and I doubt I ever will. It just cannot happen, Harry, and I don't expect you to understand why. You must stop coming to my chambers at night, and you must stop staring at me as though I'm your last anchor to sanity. You have loving friends and loving family. Go to them, now, in your hour of need, and not to me. I will only fail you, as I've done already, and your pain is more that I can bear.

Draco.

Harry read this letter, tears spilling over the brim of his green eyes as he reached the bitter end. He grasped it tightly in his hand, sobbing harder than he ever had as he realized that all he had done for Draco had been in vain. Draco was the only person he tried with all his might to save, and he had fallen through. Was a fuck all he had been to the Slytherin? Had those nights been wasted? Harry sat down, jaded, and replied to the letter, tears sliding down his face as he wrote.

You will not push me away. You are lying, I know you are. You love me. You have to love me. Draco...please...I can save you from all of this. You don't need to worry about failing me. Your love is all I need to win this war. Without you, I have nothing. Friends, yes, but friends grow up, friends leave...it's already starting to happen. Ron and Hermione have found each other in this dark time, and I had thought maybe I had found love, too. Please. I love you...oh, Gods, do I love you. I know it wasn't just sex for you. Please...tell me it wasn't. Tell me you love me!

Harry.

Draco's heart skipped a beat, but he set down with parchment and quill, and prepared to break his love's heart. It had to be this way...Harry had to be free of him. He was doing his lover a favor...honest...

It was only sex. I do not love you.

Suicide was easy. It was his first choice, so he did it. He took a razor from his bathroom kit, and with Draco in his mind, he drew a line across his wrists. It hurt, but once he became numb, it was a sensation unlike any other. He was close to the brink, when he heard an angel call out to him.
"Harry! HARRY! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" It was Hermione, and she shook him hard. He smiled softly at her.
"It's all over, Hermione. It's finally all over."

Harry woke up in the Hospital Wing, to a stunning sight. Draco's head was laying on his chest, and the blonde boy was praying. Praying to every god and goddess he could think of, begging for Harry's forgiveness...begging for salvation.
"Draco." He whispered. Said boy jumped up, and immediately begain showering Harry with kisses. All over his face, his eyelids, his nose, and finally, his lips.
"I love you." He chanted between kisses, his words carried on the back of his breaths. "I love you, I love you, I love you."