Disclaimer: Would J.K Rowling really be on here submitting stories of which she already owns? Somehow…I don't quite think so…

Warnings: Yeah so it's a slash…don't read it if you don't like it…it's not rocket science!

Pairings: Harry/Draco

(A/N)I don't know for a fact how many chapters there will be so…I can't give you too many details. But anyway read on, read on!

The Orb

She was running. Now, it's not usually what you think of when you hear 'Hermione', but at this period of time it was surely needed. She had to tell them. They were probably the two most important people in this battle apart from The Dark Lord himself. And she knew they had to know. So as she braced herself for what she was probably about to see, she barged into the Room of Requirement without a second thought. The darker haired of the two looked up first.

"Hey Hermione, what's up?" he asked, obviously trying hard to get over a fit of giggles he had just endured from his partner. He slowly slid back to reality as he actually looked at his friends face.

"She looks terrified." he whispered to his pale blonde lover.

"I know…" he replied. "Hermione, what's wrong?" he tried instead.

"Harry…Draco…he's here."

The two boys didn't have to ask to know who she was talking about.

"Get down to the quidditch grounds." she hastily got out before she fled the room. But before the boys could even blink, the bushy-haired girl was back giving Harry and Draco the type of hugs they wished they received from their mothers. She slowly backed away and looked each boy in their eyes. The boys were shocked to see the amount of emotion they contained, Draco especially, as she did use to hate him. Her eyes said it all. She nodded to them both and ran from the room.

Harry and Draco looked at each other and sighed.

"I guess this is goodb-" Draco was cut off by Harry's lips on his. He groaned softly as Harry pried open his mouth with his tongue and trailed it along his teeth. Draco growled lowly and picked Harry up, Harry wrapping his legs around Draco's back. They both moaned as Draco pinned Harry against the wall, caressing his mouth with his tongue.

"Draco…" Harry panted softly.

"Mmm…" Draco moaned back.

"We can't…we have to stop…Draco!" Harry yelled softly as Draco's hand started going up his robe. Harry knew that he would have gladly let Draco continue if they weren't so pressed for time. Draco moved his hand away swiftly, mumbling something that sounded a lot like 'you started it'. He gently let Harry down and hugged him.

"Harry, I…" he started, not knowing quite what to say.

"I know, I know." Harry whispered back, shaking his head and giving a sad smile. He walked towards the door and turned around to face Draco. He looked away when Harry turned to look at him. He looked like he was contemplating something, wondering if he should say what it was he wanted to.

"Listen Harry…" he began, "I need you to promise something for me."

Harry looked up into his lovers eyes and could see something he had never seen before. It looked like worry or maybe, doubt? He wasn't sure, but he knew that he would do whatever it was he was asked of from Draco. He loved him, and though he had never said it out loud, he knew he felt it and that the taller of the two felt it too.

"Erm…it depends really. What is it?" he asked, strangely dreading the reply.

"You have to promise not to save me." he stated. At Harry's blank look he continued. "You have a duty, Harry Potter, and that is to defeat The Dark Lord and get the magical world back to the way it should be. Now, we both know that I'm going to be fighting for the light in this war, but that doesn't mean that suddenly, I'm going to be protected from all the Death Eaters that are still trying to kill us. My father especially. So you have to promise me, that if you see me struggling against someone, or I look injured or anything that could possibly put you off fighting, that you'll carry on. That you won't become the courageous Gryffindor that I know you can be and try and get me into safety. Do your fight and knock that psychotic bastard off his pedestal. Promise me that Harry." he finished.

"I- I-" Harry didn't know what to say. He knew that if he saw Draco wounded he would do whatever he could to try and get him out of harm's way, but he needed to promise him this or he would never make it outside. He looked around frantically, trying to get out of this somehow, but he couldn't see anything that would distract Draco long enough for him to leave the room. He was still being intently stared at by Draco when he managed to answer.

"Draco, you know I can't do that. How could you even as-" he was cut off by the Slytherin's pleading voice.

"Harry" he said again. Taking a step closer and closing the distance between their bodies, he asked again, a more firm tone to it. "Please, just do this one thing for me. DO NOT HELP ME. Ok? Do what you have to do."

Harry looked into his boyfriends eyes and could see the desperation trying to make its way out.

"Ok…I-I promise. I promise Draco, I won't help you." he announced. Draco nodded his head and backed away. He moved to leave the room and gave Harry one last look.

"Thank you." he whispered, and his footsteps echoed down the hallway.

The promise had been made, but whether or not Harry could keep it was another story.