It started out as a feeling

Which then grew into a hope

Which then turned into a quiet thought

Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder

'til it was a battle cry

They had been together for a while know, although Harry wasn't ready to admit it in public. The boy was scared of what the rest of the world would think about him being gay, and not only that – he was dating a Malfoy. Well truth be told, Draco couldn't afford to be honest about the whole affair either. He was a deatheater know. It was his mission to kill Harry Potter and he had fallen in love with his prayer instead.

He had to thank his uncle Snape for the classes in occlumency, otherwise he would have been caught by Voldemort a long time ago.

But in a way he was sick of it. Sometimes he just wanted to scream so that the whole world could hear about how much he loved the golden boy.

And yet they both settled with secret meetings down the room of requirement at night. Harry even played a fake relationship with Ginny just to make sure that no one would suspect anything. He was so jealous of that girl; she got to kiss his Harry whenever she wanted to and declare her love for him whenever she wanted to. But the worst part was to watch Harry kiss her back and caress her cheek, to watch him hold her when she was cold and to hear him declare his love for her!

Draco turned around in the bed at looked at his precious Harry. The dark haired boy had been asleep for a while. He seemed very troubled. Well of course he was troubled, he was the one who was forced to find the Dark Lord and kill him or die trying. Who the hell wouldn't be troubled by that? Draco sighed and placed his arm around Harry. How he wished he could comfort him.

Suddenly.

"Draco?"

"What? Another dream?"

Harry nodded and placed his nose against Draco's collarbone. Draco couldn't help that his heart skipped a beat when he felt the warm touch.

"It's okay you know?" His grip tightened around Harry. "It's okay to be scare…" his voice didn't support him.

Harry looked at him curiously. It was pitch dark in the room and yet those green eyes shone ridiculously bright.

"You seem quite worried yourself. Are you alright?" Stupid observant Potter.

"Am fine. Really." Draco smiled, something quite unnecessary since the room was so dark. "Just let me arrange some with the lights, lumos." Draco waved his wand. "You know light is the best cure for bad dreams."

Harry smiled and sat up. Oh boy stop smiling you're killing me.

"You know what I heard about nightmares?"

"What?"

Harry smiled slightly wilder with a glint in his eye and whispered softly into Draco's ear. "I've hears that a kiss can cure you from a bad dream."

Draco felt shivers down the spine and felt a sudden urge to see if Harry's lips tasted as good as he remembered.

"So that's what you're thinking", he mumbled and leaned over Harry and teased him by keeping his lips as close to Harry's as possible but he refused to tuch them. Sweet torture.

"You're such a tease Draco." Harry's hands were eagerly unbuttoning his shirt. "Of course that's what I'm thinking of."

"Well then…" Draco didn't have an unlimited patience anyway, he leaned over and kissed him.

xXXXx

Time flew away with an incredible speed; it was barely a month left until summer vacation and Harry had told him that he wouldn't come back for the next term. He didn't like it, not at all. It's not like he would be back to Hogwarts either, but it bothered him that he wouldn't be able to keep track of his beloved. He wouldn't know if he got hurt or worse, if he got killed.

Draco stared down at his homework – 'what to do when attacked by an elf'.

How pointless really.

They were all going to fight in a war and here he was reading about elves. What would it be like after the war? Well it all depended on who won; if Harry won then they could live happily ever after in some sort of a fairy tale, but if Harry died…

Which he won't because I won't allow it.

If Harry died then the world would become a dark place and not only for him but it would literally be the end of the world as he new it.

He stood up and walked towards the exit of the common room.

"Where are you going Draco? You haven't even started writing on your assignment." Blaise sat in a corner of room playing with a deck of cards, obviously not paying that much attention to his assignment either.

"I need to take a walk, clear my head a little", Draco mumbled.

"Yes you most certainly do."

"Huh?" Why does that boy have to be so cryptic about everything?

"You have been worried lately and you're just too obvious about everything so you go and figure out what to do with Potter and I'll help you with your assignment when you come back."

"How the hell do you know about…?"

"I have my ways, and you don't have to look so worried, it's not like any one else knows." Blaise had a slyly grin over his face. "Now get your ass out of here and take that walk of yours. I'll explain everything later."

Draco was in shock, without further resistance he left Blaise and walked out to the hallway. How the hell did Blaise know? Was he that bad of a liar? It was late in the evening but he decided to take a walk down the lake, it wasn't likely that he would run into anyone over there.

He was wrong, since summer was approaching and the sun simply refused to go down all the students in Hogwarts had gathered down the lake to play games and have freaking picnics under the trees.

Draco turned around and started to walk back to the castle. He was in no mood to be close to the jolly freshmen playing Frisbee. Where were the rainy days when you needed them?

What was he going to do? How was he going to manage without Harry? Maybe he would be better of if he didn't talk to Harry at all. Almost like some sort of detoxification. That way it wouldn't be such a shock to his body and mind when they were separated. But he didn't want to be separated from Potter, he wanted run away with him and escape from this nightmare. But Potter would never accept such a proposal, he had to be such a hero and save the day, that bloody Gryffindor!

That's it then no more talking to Potter then… no more kissing Potter… no more doing anything with Potter. Well that wouldn't work. He had to talk to Harry; they both had to figure this out somehow. He would meet him down the room of requirements tonight.

xXXXx

"Harry we need to talk."

Harry looked confused at him. "We need to talk or we need to talk?"

"Well… That's what I need to talk to you about." He took a deep breath. "You're going to leave me when you leave school in just a month and… and I wonder how we should do."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well… It's just that I don't know. You're leaving to hunt those horcruxes and we both know that I can't follow you. I'm going to be sick worrying about you and not knowing if you're dead or alive. And while you're hunting Voldemort I'll be on the other side attending to all the meetings about how to capture you and kill you! And… And I can't stand it!"

Harry locked at him with chock in his eyes. He wasn't prepared for Malfoy's reaction. Of course he had thought about how it would when the next year started but he didn't like to think in that way. So he had avoided the subject, hoping that it would somehow solve itself.

"I don't want you to leave me! Harry… I love you Harry."