Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Um, yeah…it's another Draco/Harry…I guess I can't say this is a one time thing, huh? Ah well, I knew it was coming. The last het story I read was Lit, by -TheSingingBlob-, which was, like three weeks ago, or something. The last het I wrote was…god, I can't remember. Yeah.

Anyway, dedicated to CatJetRat, for drawing me over to the dark side of Harry/Draco. And no, you don't have to write a Harry/Ginny in exchange.

Everyone else was occupied with the food lying across the tables in front of them; eagerly balancing pumpkin juice in one hand and chicken or beef in the other, they chattered to their friends, blurting nonsensical things at random moments.

Not him, though. He had eyes only for the quiet figure that sat hunched at the end of his table, making a few perfunctory remarks so as to not draw attention to himself. He never took his eyes off the head of dark hair, and that was why, when no one else noticed, he saw the other boy get up slowly and disappear down a hallway, without a sound.

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The easiest way to disappear was in a crowd. He realized that a long time ago. Casually throwing down his napkin and making a low comment about visiting the bathroom, so that anyone who noticed him gone wouldn't follow, he walked away from his table and followed the other boy, carefully trailing him.

It was only when they were outside that he made any sound. His gray eyes sharp, he stepped forward until he was in Harry's view.

The brunette's shoulders hunched.

"Go away, Draco," he said in a low, almost harsh voice. "You can't be here." Draco laid a hand on his shoulder, feeling the way he trembled, feeling the hot tension running through him.

He spoke soothingly, as if to calm a skittish animal.

"Harry. Come inside."

"No." One single word, but it held such finality that the blonde knew that any more arguing would be futile. He shrugged, conjuring a cloak to settle around his shoulders.

"Very well, then. I'll have to come with you." He raised calm eyes to meet green ones filled with fear.

"No, no, you cant! You can't come, I won't let you," Harry said in a half-whisper, half-cry. "I have to fight him, Draco. Me! Me, and only me, because I can't let anyone else get hurt."

"Harry." Draco grasped his arm firmly. "You don't understand. Where you go, I go. If you attempt to leave me behind, I will find a way to follow. You have to fight him, yes, but not alone. Never alone." Harry fell to his knees.

"Draco…if you came, if you were hurt, killed…I couldn't let that happen," he said in a choked voice. "Please…" Draco dropped down to his level and took of the cloak, draping it over Harry's thin shoulders.

"Harry…whether knowingly or unknowingly, you've gotten used to the people you care about doing what you tell them to do, however bone-headed and Gryffindor-ish it is." He trailed off, clasping the other boy's hand and pulling it up to his lips. "I think, for once, you're going to have to accept doing what someone else tells you. Accept that maybe, this time, you don't have to make all the decisions, and I can make some for you." He felt Harry tremble again. They sat there for a time, the cold of the night seeping into their bones, the ground hard and firm under them as he held Harry in his arms.

"It would be a relief," Harry finally said. "It would be…a huge relief." And he let out a sigh that shook his body, and he rubbed his eyes tiredly and stood up, immediately refastening his arms around the blonde.

Still not letting go, never letting go, with a soft 'pop', they Apparated away.