Draco looked at Harry, he felt no emotion anymore, he felt empty, and his mind wondered how he could be the only one without a smile on his face, why the war wasn't as heavy on them as it was on him, even Harry Potter after his friends had been murdered in front of his eyes, it had not pulled him down. After all he was supposed to be the saviour of them all. Draco had walked into Transfiguration that day, and saw McGonagal, standing there looking stern. He sat down in class and mildly wondered what lecture they would receive today.
"Students, There is always hope, and after war there is a life for us all to life." She paused. "No matter how hard it gets there is always something to live for, to hope for. I want everyone to remember, that everyone, has a life to be here for." Harry Potter laughed at the thought of him having a life after the war. "Even you Mr Potter, especially you." His attitude changed ever so slightly, though his smile did not falter nor his face leave that content expression it seemed to have been carrying. "Professor, do you really think that there will be a life for me? If I kill Voldemort, the Ministry is going to try and find a way to keep me chained, I will never be free, and neither you, me, or the lord all mighty have any say about it. I will never be alive, never have been, and never will be." McGonagal looked at him pity on her face. "But things may change, and even you have the right to a life Mr Potter."
Harry shrugged and grabbed his things and his bag and walked out of the classroom, she let him go. Draco jerked his head in the direction of the door when he caught McGonalgal's gaze, and she looked surprised then nodded. He found Harry in a closest near the classroom, tears streaming down his face, his shoulders shaking, surrounded in his pain. He didn't even hear the door open, but felt the arms wrap around him, and collapsed into them crying harder. Draco thought about this, and felt nothing, he wanted to feel, he miss the emotion, was tired of the emptiness. In his mind he could see how far Harry had travelled mentally since he had arrived in the wizarding world. He had gone from a follower of the light, who blindly did anything the old man said, to someone who thought and fought solely for his kinds survival.
"Close your eyes." Draco whispered and turned Harry to face him. He wiped his tears away and brushed his lips over his, before licking them and kissing him, pushing his tongue, asking for entry, which he was permitted. Draco felt lust pull in his loins, and could feel his emotions coming back. Harry pressed himself against him. Before pulling away and going to open his eyes. "Wait" Draco whispered, and left the room, slipping into the next room along, and sitting on the floor, but he knew the moment when Harry opened his eyes, only to see no one.
Some how the sun never seemed to come out whenever Draco was not with Harry, but he could not let him know that it was he who took the kisses that held him alive. But he knew he couldn't tell him, no matter how much he wanted to. He knew that it could just be the thing to push him over the edge, the thing to push him over that precipice that he was rocking on. Both sides of the war were so concentrated on winning that they over looked the most important thing that insured the winning, the prize, one Mr Harry Potter. Draco stared at the wall that separated him from Harry and wondered, wondered for a moment what it would be like.
Then the laughing started, Draco heard as Harry broke down, his hysterical laughter carrying through the stone walls. Draco could practically see his love, as once again the only thing that held him together.
A/N:
Yes, I know this is kinda rough around the edges and I don't know if it makes any sense.
Inspired by Matchbox Twentys' 'Could I Be You?'