"I just can't keep hiding anymore, Draco." He whispered, looking down at his lover's hand in his own. Draco pulled his hand out of Harry's grip, shoving it into his pocket instead
"Fuck you."
He turns from Harry and walks to the window. He breathes on the glass, creating a fog and draws in it. He creates the tower from Rapunzel, his favorite childhood Muggle story. A single wavering line fell from the tower, meant to be the princess' hair.
The ground around the tower remained empty of any knight, however. He's always thought that part was a little unrealistic. He couldn't believe some random man had suddenly stumbled across a tower in the middle of an uninhabited forest. He laughed to himself.
Harry's eyebrow raised and he ran his fingers through his dark hair, pushing it back out of his eyes.
"What?" He asked the other. Draco shook his head. He pulled his sleeve over his hand and wiped away the drawing, revealing a view of the Forbidden forest behind it.
"You promised. You promised you wouldn't leave." He whispered to the window. His words hit the glass and bounced back to Harry.
"Draco…"
Harry stood and walked over to his boyfriend. The two looked out the window for a moment in silence. Draco leaned on the windowsill. Without turning, he whispered to the dark-haired teen.
"Just leave me alone Harry, just go back to your friends and your normal life."
He bit his lip, digging in his teeth till he tasted blood. Why did he have to leave? They had been happy together. He had been happy with him.
"Draco, look at me." Harry laid his hand over Draco's on the wooden sill. Draco pulled his away once again.
"I thought I told you to leave." Draco wiped at his eyes. No, he wasn't going to cry over the Chosen One, over Harry. He was better than that.
"I can't leave you. Not when you're like this." Harry turned to Draco, examining his profile. He knew his boyfriend too well, he could see the sadness in the wrinkles in his forehead and the way his eyes were squeezed shut.
"Bullshit. You don't care. Get the fuck out of here Potter."
Draco turned away from Harry and walked back to the table they'd previously been sitting at. He grabbed his bag, preparing to leave. Harry grabbed him, his long fingers wrapping around Draco's thin forearm.
"Don't you bullshit me. You know I care about you. I lo-" Draco cut him off.
"Don't you dare say those words." Harry let go of the other's arm,
"But I do."
"Then why are you leaving?"
"Draco…"
"No, Harry, why are you leaving? Tell me. I'm a big boy, I can handle it." He said, taking a seat on the table. Harry grabs hold of the other of the other boy's hands, rubbing them softly with his thumbs.
"I'm just tired of hiding, sneaking around, kissing you in corners…" He trails off, still rubbing the backs of Draco's hands.
"Then why do we? I'll walk out into the Great Hall holding your hand right now."
Harry smirks.
"No you wouldn't. You're the one who wanted to hide in the first place."
"I don't want to hide my relationship with you, Harry. I never have."
Harry sat next to his lover, cupping his cheek with his hand.
"What do you mean? I thought you didn't want your father to know."
"I don't care if he knows, Harry."
He leans over and presses his lips against the other teen's for a moment before pulling away.
"I love you, after all."