As he walked out of the Room of Requirement hand in hand with his lover, Draco mused over a muggle saying he had heard. He thought about what it meant and decided he had a very strong opinion on the matter. He wanted to voice this opinion to the smaller man who's fingers were laced between his own. "Harry, you know how they say 'If you love something, set it free'?" Draco asked quietly. Harry tensed beside him and let go of his boyfriend's hand. He didn't want to hear what came next. He knew this would happen, knew it was too good to last. He accidentally let a tear slip down his face. "Yes," he whispered, not trusting himself with anymore than a single syllable.
Draco stopped and turned him about to face him just in time to see that single tear fall from Harry's chin onto the floor. Draco pulled his chin up to face him. With his fair brow scrunched in worry, he said softly, "What's wrong, love?" Harry slowly rose his emerald eyes to meet those stunning silver ones, then quickly turned away as he felt tears spring to his eyes again. Draco saw, though, and wiped his wet cheek with his thumb. Harry sniffed a little before he spoke. "I... I can take it. J-Just tell me now." He bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop the tears from spilling across his cheeks again. He tasted the irony tang of blood in his mouth. Draco looked at his love in confusion. "What do you mean, hon?"
Harry ripped himself free from Draco's long arms angrily. "Fucking just do it already! Just fucking break up with me!" Draco, who hadn't moved, hadn't even put his arms down, since his lover pulled away, stared at Harry in shock. Mouth slightly agape, he took a tentative step forward. Resting his hand on the raven haired boy's arm, Draco said to him, "Is this about that muggle saying? Because that was not at all what I was going to do." Harry looked into the blonde's eyes seeking the truth. Draco continued, "I was going to say that I profoundly disagree with that phrase. Not saying that it isn't a good concept, because it is, but I am too much of a selfish prat to let something I love get away. Especially something I love as much as I love you. Do you realize how much I love you, Harry? Trust me, I won't be 'setting you free' anytime soon, love, because, frankly, I don't think I'd last a day without you here." He swallowed then added with a smirk, "And a Malfoy never shares."
He smiled down at those big, green eyes. Eyes that were again filled with tears, but to Draco's delight, not tears of despair, like the tears cried earlier, but tears of utter joy. Harry's lip quivered slightly and Draco slowly leaned forward and captured it between his own. He rested both of his hands on Harry's hips. The kiss was slow, gentle, passionate. It expressed all the love of the two boys standing there in that corridor in the most perfect way. Draco's tongue snaked it's way skillfully into his lover's mouth and Harry's slid past in greeting. Harry wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck and ran his hand through the almost white-blonde hair at the base if his neck. Their tongues danced together slowly, rubbing against each other and tenderly navigating the familiar terrain of the other's mouth. When the two finally pulled apart, panting, Draco licked his rather puffy lips and he frowned a little. "Did you bite your own lip earlier?" he asked. Harry looked slightly uncomfortable and removed Draco's hand from his hip in order to grip it in his own. "I may have," the shorter boy answered. Draco sighed and pulled him closer. He whispered in his ear seductively, "Isn't that my job?"
As Draco's mouth descended onto Harry's neck, licking and sucking expertly, Hermione turned and walked away smugly. Knowing she'd seen enough, she grinned mischievously. "Looks like that Pansy bitch owes me 10 galleons."