"Face it."
The cold voice shocks me out of my dreams.
"It'll never work, you know."
I know.
"I mean, you and me?" Sniggers. "Potter, get real."
What's real? Because last night, when it was just you and me, I thought I had 'real' then.
"It'd never work."
Repetition. Hah.
"You're white magic. I'm dark. Two completely different sides of the spectre, Potter."
And that makes a difference… how?
"Last night, Potter, was a big mistake."
That wasn't what you were moaning into my hair.
"I was drunk."
No, you weren't.
"So were you."
I don't even like alcohol.
"I mean, what would Granger and Weasley say?"
I'm their friend. They'd be happy for me.
"Come to think of it, what would Crabbe and Goyle say?"
They'd murder you. But so what? Heaven's better than here.
"Potter, I…"
You're weakening. Good.
"I'm…"
Say it.
"Sorry."
Why?
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
You couldn't hurt me. I'm invincible. I'm…
"Potter? Speak to me."
Falling for you.
"How could this happen?"
Don't sit next to me, Malfoy. Get away from me.
"Potter, don't nudge me away like that. It's not fair."
Life's not fair. You're not fair. This isn't fair.
"Don't do this to me."
It's not me who's doing anything.
"It wasn't a mistake, exactly…"
I know.
"More of an accident."
Last night was anything but an accident.
"Thinking about it, there must've been something there before."
Of course there was. There's something there now.
"Oh, God."
Oh, God, indeed.
"Harry, I…"
Not Potter anymore, am I?
"It wasn't an accident, was it?"
No.
"Tell me it's all okay."
Move closer.
"Hold me, Harry."
Move closer.
"Harry, I… I'm falling, Harry, and I'm falling deep."
Say it.
"I'm falling for you."
Thank you.
"Please, just say something. Tell me it's not just the hangover speaking. Tell me that I'm right. Tell me that I lied before. Tell me we're good together. Tell me… tell me you love me like I think I love you."
It's time. Time for me to speak at last.
My voice is ragged.
"It's OK, Draco. We've got each other, and it's OK. It wasn't a mistake."
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"If we stay like this, holding each other, then we can do anything. Right?"
"I guess so."
"It's hard for me as well, you know."
"I know."
"Is this wrong? Is this stupid?"
"Does it feel it?"
"No. It feels better than anything."
"Then it's as right as anything could ever be."
"Tell me everything's going to be alright."
"I can't, because I don't know if it will be. But we can try. We can try, and we can hope, and we can trust and we can love."
And I hold you, and we cry into each other until the rain outside stops falling and the crimson of sunrise streaks the sky.
Author's Note: That was… strange. Review, please. Flames will be used to feed my pyromania.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Bah, humbug.