Harry could barley hear his own thoughts over the music and celebration. Dark Lord Voldemort was dead. Harry's prophecy had been fulfilled. In his mind he knew he should be more happy then ever before but for some reason he wasn't. He quickly muttered something about going to the loo to the people around him. The person he identified as Molly Weasly wrapped her thick soft arms around him and for the moment he was glad of the comfort. He pulled free with a quickly fixed a smile upon his face. He walked swiftly through the tight bands of wizards and witches of all ages. He really needed a smoke. He had kicked the habit but there was nothing he craved more then a long drag at that very moment. He made his way out of the great hall and out the main entrance into the cold night air.

He walked down to the water, his feet pressing into the wet dirt creating perfect caste like foot prints. They reminded Harry of the tracks on the Marauder's map. Harry wondered if his father were still around, what he would say? Would he be proud of him?

"For the five minutes I thought you were dead I felt as if I had died too," withered words floated on clouds of air scented by the flowers beginning to bloom in the night. Harry whipped around immediately. There, stood on the high hill of the lake was a boy with hair that shined with moonlight. His eyes were two stars held infinitely in place, to shine on and on without ever dying out like their brothers and sisters in the sky. His lips as pink as candy floss and equally as sweet. Harry couldn't help his heart from clenching up. Before he could catch his breath the blonde was upon him, ravaging his mouth with kisses with that sweet, sweet mouth. Harry lost himself to the passion the blonde supplied in surplus. What he had craved was a cigarette what he got was his other addiction and he was in deep with withdrawal. Just a few last hours, we gotta make this count

"Draco," Harry whispered against the lips of his long awaited lover. His hands went immediately to the silky locks his fleshy fingertips so hungered for. A forceful tongue pried apart Harry's lip. Harry had never felt Draco so needful, it drove Harry near the edge with lust. He pushed their tongues together even harder. There was no battle of dominance just hard pressure, as if to reassure themselves the other was there alive, well, and wanting. Draco gripped one hand around Harry's jaw pushing his head back. Harry gasped at the intensity in his lovers star grey eyes. Draco pressed a swift bite to Harry's bottom lip. Harry's lips fell parted in ecstacy as Draco rained smooth kisses down the tanned column of his throat. When he reached the juncture of Harry's shoulder he locked his teeth down on the supple flesh causing Harry to cry out. He soothed the bite with gentle flicks of his tongue. He glided his nose up Harry's neck up to nuzzle his face into Harry's unkempt raven black hair. He inhaled it's clean sweet scent recognizing it distinctly as one thing. Harry. He brought his mouth right up against Harry's ear.

"I got off scot free. Harry, we can finally be together." He pulled back, his entire face ecstatic the stars in his eyes glowing brighter then ever before. Harry's heart twisted itself into un-namable shapes. His entire body tightened in pain of what he was about to do.

"I-I." Harry choked on the words. His entire throat burned. Draco's eye brows came together in confusion. He placed his hands on either side of Harry's face. He stroked his high cheek bones.

"Harry? What is it?" he asked concerned.

"I-I can't be with you." At first it seemed as though Draco hadn't heard him. Starlit eyes closed, once, twice, three times before he finally looked at Harry again.

"This is a joke," Draco amended painting on a quickly cracking smile. Harry tried to swallow the growing lump in his throat. "Who put you up to this? Weasley? The mudblood?" A tremor struck Draco's voice.

"It's not a joke Draco," Harry whispered. Draco's eyes closed again. They stayed closed for what seemed like eternity before the golden lashes lifted.

"Come on Harry. We could get a flat. Just you and me. And a dog. You know how you always told me you wanted a dog." Draco's voice trembled. As he reached out for Harry. Harry took a step back. It all sounded amazing. "I thought you loved me. You told me you loved me." Draco bit down on his lower lip almost making it bleed. This was a completely different Draco from moments before. This Draco was vulnerable and ready to break and it killed Harry.

"I do I do, I swear," he stepped forward taking draco's face in his hands.

"Then why can't we be together? Why can't we be happy?" Draco demanded the stars in his eyes burning with hurt.

"Draco, the wizarding world still needs it's hero. There's going to be so many lives to rebuild don't you see?"

"What's that to do with us?" Draco asked his voice transparent as it never was.

"Draco whether or not you want to face it you were a death eater. Even though you were let go with a debt doesn't mean many will forget."

"I know who I am. I've known who I am! I've known since fifth year who I am. And I have to wake up and look in the mirror every morning and deal with who I am!" Draco retorted harshly. "So say it Potter." The use of his surname burned Harry to the deepest center of his core. "Say exactly what it is your side stepping. You can't be seen with a death eater. Golden Boy can't be tainted with death eater grime." Harry reached out to grab Draco's flailing hand.

"Don't fucking touch me Potter!" And that's when he saw it. Silver lined tears spilled from the captured stars.

"It's not just that Draco." Harry's voice shook dangerously. "I don't think this fragile world could deal with me being..."

"A faggot? A cock sucker? A fucking fairy!? Let me tell you something Potter. I may be the one who will have trouble dealing with some of the things I've done. But your going to be the one who will always remember this night, not as the night after you defeated the dark lord but as the night you turned down the person who loved you more then his pitiful life itself for what!? For the sake of those too fuckin stupid and judgmental to see what we have! What we've always had." His chest heaved and he stared at him with burning eyes. Tears poured down Draco's face but he didn't even seem to notice.

His gaze dropped to the floor and he spoke eyes closed. "Saying goodbye's the hardest part, wish we knew this from the start." He laughed a hallow broken laugh.

"I love you." Harry whispered tears sliding down his cheeks.

"What good does that do me now?" he asked softly before turning and walking slowly on shaking legs away from the man he loved, his heart dying quietly in his chest.

"Draco!" Harry begged for the blonde to turn around. The boy continued walking, if possible even more slowly. "Draco please!" Harry sobbed becoming hysterical.

"What more do you want to do to me Harry?" All the malice had seemed to have left his voice. The boy's shoulders sagged as he turned slowly around. He lifted his chin a fraction of an inch. Harry gasped in shock. The beautiful constellation living within the eyes of his love had all but died out. Harry could not speech.

"Do you want me to hold you close and tell you no matter what happens, no matter how much time passes I'll still love you?" Tears ran rivers down Draco's flushed cheeks. Harry felt as though something was crushing him, stealing away his last breath.

"I wouldn't be telling you anything you didn't already know." He whispered and that's when Harry saw it. The stars held in Draco's eyes, had died.

"Goodbye." Draco breathed before turning and walking into the shadows cast by the castle.

AN/

This started as a song fic but I realized there is way more to this story. So I decided to continue it in a different location. Were gonna see where this takes us and hopefully itll come out good. =]