Draco groaned as he and Harry entered a dusty house.
"I don't think Goyle Senior is hidden in here," Draco mumbled.
"Well, we still have to check." Harry whispered. "Auror's orders. You check upstairs."
Draco groaned once more as he climbed the squeaky steps. He gave the stairs a look of death once he reached the top.
Draco headed into a bedroom with his wand in front of him. He stooped down and lifted the dust ruffle on the bed. He shined the light under. Nothing was there but an old sock. Draco scowled. He then made his way over to the closet. Again, nothing there. He left the room vaguely wondering if Harry was having any luck.
Harry opened the laundry room doors. Just a washer and dryer stared back at him. Realizing the man they were looking for wasn't down there, he decided to make his way upstairs and help Draco.
Draco left the bathroom he had just checked and walked into what looked like the master bedroom. Draco opened the wardrobe and hopped back as some one fell out. Draco looked down and saw a dead Harry in front of him. He froze, eyes wide. He fell to his knees.
"No, no, no," he repeated. "He can't be- He was just down-" Draco broke off as a sob escaped his body.
Draco looked over Harry's motionless body.
"I never got to tell you how much I care about you. I didn't get to tell you, I love you."
Draco sniffled, rubbing his shirt sleeve under his nose.
Harry leaned against the door frame and softly cleared his throat. Draco turned quickly, rubbing at his eyes.
"Potter," he said angrily.
Harry chuckled. "Don't even try it, Malfoy, I heard everything."
Harry put the boggart back in the wardrobe. He leaned against the foot board and crossed his arms.
"Really," Draco asked, paling.
"Mmhmm." He nodded.
Harry crossed the distance between them and kissed Draco. Draco's eyes closed; he had been wanting that kiss since sixth year.
Harry pulled back. "I love you too."