A.N. Hey guys. Another story that I really shouldn't be writing, yet I did anyways! It's slash so either be okay with it or leave cause I'm not going to put up with crap on this one C: . This takes place in 'fifth year'. But it also has different characteristics of the other books and is more AU than story line. Draco is taller than Harry by a few inches if you even care. So enjoy (hopefully).

Harry was sitting on the Quidditch stands on a warmer spring night. It was close to midnight and he was trying, and failing, to clear his thoughts. They were plagued with memories pertaining to a certain Draco Malfoy. Yes, the Golden Boy of Gryffindor, set to save the world since before he was born, had a crush on the Ice Prince of Slytherin, a Death Eater's son. And of course he had an unrequited crush on the one boy whose parents hated him almost more than Voldemort hated him. Oh the irony. He heard someone behind him and turned around, wiping away the tears he hadn't noticed were falling.

"Draco?" he asked, his voice was scratchy from crying.

"Potter? What're you doing? You're going to get in trouble, or sick. It's freezing out here!" Draco said. The words rolled off of his tongue and managed to sound sharp and pain-inducing. But Harry knew that wasn't his point.

"It's Harry, Draco. No one's around," Harry murmured sweetly, standing to give the other boy a hug.

"You're right, sorry Harry. But why are you out here?" Draco asked, with a nicer tone, sitting down next to Harry. What most people didn't know is that Harry and Draco were only enemies to put on a show. Gryffindor versus Slytherin and house unity and whatnot. Outside, where no one could see, they were closer than Ron and Harry ever were. It had started when Harry had gotten pulled for the tournament. He was crying in an empty classroom and Draco had comforted him, knowing that he couldn't keep being mean to the sweet and afraid boy. Draco knew exactly what to say for Harry to feel better; he was an excellent comfort. Draco apologized multiple times for having to be such a douchebag, but Harry knew he didn't mean it when he said these insults. The taunts and glares felt different, more forced, than Dudley's anyways.

"Just thinking," was his elusive answer.

"About?" Draco pushed. He knew Harry had to open up and it certainly wasn't going to happen with Granger, or a Weasley. If he pushed hard enough, Harry would crack and each time, Draco found out something new and in return told Harry stuff about him. But Harry needed to crack and cry and get angry, otherwise he would go clinically insane, with all of the crap Dumbledore puts on his shoulders.

"Life. My childhood. And a few other select people worthy of being in my thoughts," Harry teased at the end, nudging him with his elbow.

"I still don't know anything about your childhood. Will you tell me?" Draco asked softly.

"It's a long story," Harry protested.

"So? We've got... seven hours before breakfast. Talk,"

"I'm kinda like Matilda. From the Muggle movie? Oops, you haven't seen it. But I could take care of myself by the time I was four. I did all of the chores and cooked for the whole family. Well, I could have taken care of myself, if they let me have food. Or shower. Otherwise I was just a nuisance. Or a punching bag. They loved to abuse me. I'm actually surprised that I wasn't sexually abused! But I'm nothing. Nothing Draco! Don't you understand? There's no real me! I'm just a shell! And I'm worthless!" Harry slammed his fist on the bench.

"You're not worthless! You can save the world! You give yourself up on a daily basis to save us! People you don't know! You saw me as Draco, not a Malfoy or as a Death Eater's son! I have a shell too! You are the only one who's seen me out of it but none of that makes either of us a bad person! Got it?" Draco growled in Harry's face, he was now crying for the both of them and pulled the raven haired boy in for a hug. They sat there crying as time passed. They spent the time relishing another's touch and both were trying to keep emotions under control. Draco led a still shaking Harry back to Gryffindor tower and paused in front. Harry threw his arms around him again. Draco took a leap, step, and a jump of faith and leaned his face closer to Harry's. Harry leaned in and their lips connected. They both felt fire burn inside of them as they kissed passionately. The two boys had to pull away for air and locked eyes.

"Harry Potter, will you be my boyfriend?" Draco asked sweetly.

"I thought you'd never ask,"

A.N. Okay, here's how it goes down. If you review, I freak out and want to update sooner. I have almost all of this written, so if you review, I WILL update this time, pinkie swear C;