*DISCLAIMER* I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with it except my fanfic ideas.

Warming- contains swearing, self-harm and character deaths.


"Malfoy."

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco drawled.

"I need to talk to you. Alone." Harry put emphasis on the word alone. Draco stood up, moved further from his friends and spoke in a voice only Harry could hear.

"Fine. I'll meet you in the Potions classroom at 10pm, ok?"

"Fine." And so Harry left for his next lesson, and Draco returned to his friends.


Harry made his way down to the Potions classroom underneath the Invisibility Cloak, using the Marauder's Map to make sure that he didn't bump into anyone in the corridors.


"Finally, Potter. I thought you weren't going to show up." Malfoy's snide voice came from the shadows as Harry entered the dark and seemingly empty classroom.

"Well what did you want?" Malfoy stepped into the area of the classroom that was full of light coming from a nearby candle.

"You." Replied Harry simply, and kissed the blonde.

Draco struggled against him. "What the Hell are you doing, Potter? Are you fucking insane?"

"What? You were the one who suggested this."

"Yes, casually! You can't just call me every time you feel needy, it doesn't work like that."

"But I want you." Harry went to kiss Malfoy again.

He was pushed away, violently. "No. You don't want me; you just want what I can give you, not who I am."

"Stop being thick, Malfoy."

"If you want me, call me by my real name."

"I want you, Draco, not-"

"You don't mean it." Harry opened his mouth to argue. "Don't even bother, Harry." Malfoy had anticipated it. "I on the other hand want you, not just what you can give me. I love you Harry."

"Don't play with me, Malfoy."

"See? You don't even believe me! I want to be with you, I want us to be together. You don't even like me enough to trust me. You can't get over the fact that we used to hate each other, and you don't trust me. I've left the past behind, I trust you completely. I know things about you no one else does. I know how you act all brave, but inside you hate being seen as a hero, you want to be normal. I know because you told me, and I listened, even though you thought I didn't, and I love you, Harry Potter. But you don't love me." Malfoy laughed, a calm look in his eyes. "Don't you see, Potter? This… thing between us isn't going to work. I'm too emotionally involved, and you aren't emotionally involved enough."

"Draco, I do want you."

"But you don't love me."

"I do." Harry stepped closer to the blonde and ran his hands down Draco's arms soothingly. Draco pulled away and crossed to the other side of the room, placed his back against the wall and slid to the ground, knees drawn to his stomach, head in hands. Harry went to console him, but as soon as he took a step forward, Malfoy reacted. "Don't. Just leave me alone. GO!"

"And if I don't want to?"

"I don't give a damn, Potter, whether you want to or not. Just leave me the fuck alone."

"Only if you kiss me before I go." Draco stood up, tears falling down his face. He moved over to Harry, wrapped his arms securely around the raven-haired boy, and kissed him gently, lips salty with tears. Then he drew back, placed his mouth near Harry's ear and whispered: "I'm sorry, Harry. This should never have happened. Goodbye." And then he was gone, back to his original position on the floor against the wall.

Harry stood there for a moment. "GET OUT! GO! LEAVE ME ALONE! Please! Just go." Draco screamed, and then all that Harry heard was the harsh choking sound that was Draco's crying.

Harry felt his eyes water, and before he could do anything, he was crying too. He turned towards the door, and started to exit. As he reached the doorway, he took one last look back at Draco. The other boy was looking straight at him, grey eyes filled with tears. He looks so pitiful. Harry thought. I can't just leave him. But deep down inside, Harry knew what Draco had said was true. He didn't love the Slytherin, and he probably never would. Harry turned back to the door and exited the room into the hallway. The last sound he heard before slamming the door was Draco's muffled cries of sorrow.