Title: One Sweet Moment

Summary: It was in one moment that things changed. It was that one second that they needed each other, when things really mattered. It was that one sweet moment. SLASH DM/HP.

Warnings: SLASH, a male on male relationship. Maybe a M-PREG (depends on reviews.)

Characters: Harry/Draco, Snape, Hermione, Ron.

A/N:: I hope you like this new story.

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'Things will never be the same.' Harry cried lying in his bed staring at the crimson coloured canopy that hung over the bed frame in the 6th year boy's dorm.

It was the day after Dumbledore's funeral. It was the day before the Hogwarts Train came to get the rest of the students that actually stayed.

Harry couldn't wait to get out of this godforsaken place. He no longer felt safe there. Without Dumbledore here to reassure him and everyone safety, there was no reason to stay.

"Harry, mate. Can you sleep?" Ron asked from his bed.

"No." Harry admitted quietly.

"I can't believe all that has happened." Ron said sitting up in his bed.

"I know, and it's only the beginning." Harry said sitting up too.

"I don't know what I'd do if I lost you or Hermione." Ron cried, a couple of tears dropping from his already red eyes.

"Me neither." Harry said turning his head away from Ron, not wanting to shed anymore tears.

"Imagine how McGonagall and Hagrid must feel."

"Stop it." Harry said sternly. "I can't take it anymore. I know its better to talk about it, but I just can't take it."

"Okay. Sorry."

"No, I'm sorry." Harry sighed looking at his red-head friend again. "It's good that you and Hermione are finally together." He said smiling slightly.

"I feel bad though. I don't want to feel happy at a time like this."

"I know. Maybe it's better to have someone you love around at a time like this." Harry brought up his knees and laid his head against them.

"You could have Ginny back you know." Ron pointed out.

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. She'd be better without me." Harry sighed.

"Why do you say that?"

"You know the prophecy. You know how the end will turn out."

"Harry! For the last time; YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DIE." Ron yelled.

They heard mumbling from aside them, "Be quiet. I'm trying to sleep."

"Sorry Neville." Both boys said in unison.

"As I was saying, you aren't going to die." Ron said a little more quietly.

"Ron, listen to me. It was prophesized that either me or Vold..' Ron winced slightly. 'Voldemort will die at the end of the battle. The way I see it is I'll die defeating him."

"Do you not expect to live and defeat him?" Ron asked.

"I highly doubt that will happen."

"Harry, do you want to die? Is that it?" Ron asked staring into the emerald eyes of his younger friend.

"No. I didn't mean anything like that. It's just easy to see that future."

"Do me a favour Har?" Ron asked sadly.

"What?"

"Can you try to think positive? Maybe one day we'll be able to live a day without trying to save the world. One day me and Hermione we'll be married and you will the godfather of our kids."

"Thanks." Harry smiled slightly. "Get to sleep. We go home tomorrow."

"Yeah. 'Night." Ron laid down and fell asleep right away.

When Harry could hear him snoring loudly, he got up and grabbed his invisibility cloak. He threw it around himself noticing that you could still see his feet. At the moment he didn't care.

He slowly crept out of the room and down the stairs to the common room. Hermione was laying on the couch fast asleep with book laid open on her chest.

Harry strolled up to her and grabbed the book, marking her place with the bookmark he found lying on the table in front of the couch. He summoned a blanket and threw it over Hermione.

He kissed her on the cheek and quickly left the common through the portrait.

Harry looked over his shoulder to see that the Fat Lady was sleeping, paler than usual. He ran down the steps as fast as he could reaching his destination.

He entered the out of order girl's bathroom. Startled by the sound of crying, he knew that he really shouldn't have. But it wasn't Moaning Myrtle's normal moaning and carrying on.

She was crying silently in front of a closed bathroom stall.

"Myrtle?" Harry asked creeping closer over to the crying ghost.

"Who's there?" Myrtle asked, her voice not as shrilly as usual.

"It's me." Harry said taking off the cloak.

"Oh, hello Harry." Myrtle said quietly.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked. 'I thought she'd still be mad at me.' He thought remembering the day that he performed the 'Sectumsempra' curse on Dra…Harry winced at the thought of his name.

The Auror's over at the minister still hadn't caught Draco or Snape.

"It's terrible." Myrtle said interrupting Harry's thoughts.

"What is?"

All Myrtle could do was point towards the closed bathroom stall.

"Is there something in there?"

"Not something, someone." Myrtle cried.

Harry walked over to the stall and opened it slightly. "Oh merlin."

To Be Continued