Harry sat in the Astronomy Tower, gazing at the stars and the bright moon, and wondered when he'd started feeling the way he did. He shouldn't feel this way about this person, but he did. Harry sighed, drawing his knees up to his chest. The love he felt for this person also doubled as extreme pain. Whenever they crossed paths in the hallways of school, his heart bean to beat rapidly, but since he could never say how he felt, he just took the insults that his love threw, and no matter what, he still loved the boy. But it had gotten to the point where he couldn't take it anymore. Ron and Hermione didn't notice, they only stuck around him because of the fame; Lupin had dropped into deep depression after Sirius went through the veil, and Dumbledore only thought of him as a tool. It was time to end it. Harry stood up, and climbed on top of the wall.
The wind ruffled his hair gently, like a kind adult would do to their child. Harry raised his arms and closed his eyes. The wind was so gentle, not like his life at home. It you could even call the Dursley's home. Being treated like a freak, locked in a cupboard under the stairs, not being fed for days on end, and being physically abused by both Vernon and Dudley, it was not nice. Harry was about to jump, end all the pain and misery he felt, being alone all his life, when he heard the door to the tower open.
"What are you doing Potter?" Came the outraged voice of Draco Malfoy, the one Harry was so in love with. Harry turned around and looked at Draco. He smiled at him, which made Draco take a step forward.
"Isn't that obvious Draco? I'm going to kill myself." Harry said, and Draco's silver eyes widened. He took another step closer to the raven haired boy, and when Harry did do anything, Draco continued coming closer until he was close enough to gently lay his hand on Harry's foot.
"Why Harry? At least sit down and talk to me. Please." Draco said, squeezing Harry's foot gently. Emerald eyes locked with silver ones, and Harry nodded, sitting down where he stood, with his back to the air. Harry looked at Draco, the boy he was so in love with, and decided that, since he was going to die, it might be nice for someone to know everything about him, why not Draco. So Harry told him everything. Absolutely everything. Even the most secret fact.
"I love you Draco, but I know how you feel about me, so don't worry." He stood up, still facing Draco. "I'm going now. Have a happy life Draco." Harry smiled and began leaning backwards. He was ready to fall, but two arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back. He fell off the wall, and landed on top of Draco. Harry pushed himself up, one arm on either side of Draco's head, and looked down, curiously, at the blonde underneath him.
"Why did you save me?" Harry asked, and Draco glared at him, but the look was ruined by the heavy blush that was on Draco's face.
"You never gave me time to reply to your declaration Harry. Here's my reply." Draco said, and leaned up, pressing his lips to Harry's. Harry sighed, closing his eyes, and pressed back against Draco. Harry ground his hips into Draco, and was rewarded with Draco groaning. Harry slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth, exploring every detail, memorizing it. When he pulled back, air had become an issue, Draco's eyes were glazed over with lust.
"I love you Harry, don't leave me." Draco said looking at the boy he loved. Harry smiled, and covered Draco's body with his own.
"For you, anything." Harry whispered in Draco's ear.
The light won the war, needless to say, but as soon as Voldemort died, Harry and Draco disappeared in a flash of green light. They were not seen again for years to come. But legend tell of two men living in The Forbidden Forest, one blonde, one raven, and they were never separated.