Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling.

Author's Notes: This one-shot is basically Draco's memories from the final movie, of course altered to please Drarry shippers. Could be taken as drabbles but it's up to you.

Draco looked over his shoulder to the fiery depths below, watching the flames rise higher and higher, scrambling up the pile of furniture. In the distance he heard Harry shouting something, then Ron angrily yelling back at him. Draco pulled himself on top of a desk and saw Harry swerving and flying towards him.

He's going to save me, thought Draco. I'm going to live. And I'm going to tell him.

Harry took hold of Draco's hand and pulled him onto the broom. Draco, still in disbelief, decided now was not the best time to confess.

Once out of the Room of Requirement, Harry and Draco jumped off the broom and fell to the ground together. Draco was still holding on to Harry. The two sat up and looked at each other. It was as if the silence spoke everything.

But then Harry scrambled to his feet and dashed off.

"Join me!" Voldemort coaxed.

Nobody dared move.

Narcissa and Lucius lifted their heads and glared at Draco, like they did when he was a child.

Draco looked across the space to the Death Eaters with tears forming in his eyes. He could never, ever go back.

"No?" shouted Voldemort. "Pity, Draco."

The embarrassment burned Draco's cheeks, but at least now Harry would be able to see that he was not all bad.

As Ron, Hermione and Harry walked back across the bridge, Draco sat behind a large pile of stones crying.

"It was Draco who disarmed Dumbledore that night, not Snape," he heard Harry explain.

But since when did Harry refer to him as Draco?

"Harry!"

"Draco?"

"Listen, I'm sorry. I am so sorry. Not just for the war, but for the last seven years. I'm sorry for my snobby introduction on that first night, I'm sorry for the Care of Magical Creatures episode, I'm sorry for the Inquisitorial Squad busting Dumbledore's Army, I'm sorry for all of fifth year and I'm sorry about that night at the Astronomy Tower. The truth is, Harry, I only wanted to be your friend, but not because you were the Chosen One, I genuinely wanted to know you. And Harry… when you went out with Cho, I genuinely loved you. And I still do. Always."

"Oh…"

Neither of them could speak after that; for they were too busy kissing passionately, as if to make up for the false hatred of the past seven years.