A/N: I don't own any of the characters you see here, all are property of J.K herself, I only loves half of them to death. It's a crappy, emotional fic, which may be the reason it's crappy. It's a simply confusing H/D fic, so mind me if it sucks massively. Let the show begin! ::winces::

"Harry..?"

"Hm?"

"Harry!"

"What?" Harry rolled over on to his side, rubbing at his eyes, his vision blurred. He had no clue where he was, but knew exactly where he wasn't. With a groan, he sat up, placing a hand to his forehead. Around him he was able to tell that there were all of four people around him. So far he was only able to make out one person, the only one who had spoken to him. "What time is it? What happened?" He had meant to say, but all that came out was a groan followed by a few muffled words.

"Harry, lie down, please..." Came Hermione's voice. Though the boy knew where she was, he couldn't make out her expression, but he guessed it was tearful, as her voice sounded choked up. With a sigh, though more of a groan, Harry lay back down, wincing slightly. What was going on. His mind was racing.

Suddenly he felt someone moving around him, slipping something on his head. His glasses. Slowly, everything around him came into view. Once he was able to see properly he noticed that he was in the Hospital Wing, and sitting around him were Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Luna. His brow furrowed, why was he here? What had happened to him anyway? Whatever it was, Harry knew it couldn't be good.

"Mate," Ron said, stepping up to the bed, glancing at Hermione before he went on. "Something's happened...Malfoy, he..." Harry's heart sank. Malfoy? Something happened to Draco, and here he was, laying in the Hospital Wing. He made an attempt to sit up, but Hermione firmly held down his shoulder.

"Draco... Draco's gone Harry. Right after you went down he tried to move toward you but Lucius killed him," Hermione said, staring determinedly at the other side of the wall, as if advoiding Harry's gaze.

Harry was at a loss for words. Finding nothing to say the raven haired boy slid further down into his bed and turned around on his other side, facing away from everyone else. He felt his eyes begin to burn, as if they should be welling with tears, but nothing came. He wouldn't cry. He couldn't. But he wanted to so badly. Why, why wouldn't the tears come for him?

Stifling what sounded like it was meant to be a sigh he pulled the covers up over his head and shut his eyes tightly. 'This is a dream, it isn't real...this is a dream it isn't real...not real, not real, not real,' the boy told himself over and over. It wasn't a dream. It was real. Why did all the realistic things have to happen to him? When he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, he winced though he did not open his eyes. He wanted all of this to just go away.

"Harry, you alright-?"

"Of course he's not alright, Ronald!"

"I wasn't asking you, Hermione, I was asking Harry." Ron hissed at Hermione. Normally this would have at least got a small smile from Harry, today, it got nothing from him. He didn't even snort.

From the foot of the bed, the raven haired boy heard one of the younger girls sigh. "Come on you guys, let him be for a while." Luna. "He's had it rough, not in a good state you know. Give him some time." Thank you Luna, thank you. Honestly, was loony as she was, there were times when Harry was glad to know the girl. With muffled voices, they all left, each muttering how sorry they were, and wishing him luck on getting better soon.

Then the tears came and he was finally able to let himself rest. He cried himself silently to sleep. A man isn't a man until he can cry and say he a valid reason to. Frankly Harry had a reason. Draco was gone. His Draco.

"Potter, you are impossible!" Draco sneered, holding his arm. Gray eyes shooting draggers at Harry.

"Yeah," Harry replied, an arm wrapped around his own stomach. His voice was hoarse and breathless. "Then you have to be completely off your rocker, Malfoy." He said, leaning forward a bit, wincing slightly. Draco rolled his eyes. What was the blonde playing at?

Sniggering, Draco made his way over to Harry, still holding his arm. Just a step away from the boy, he stared determinedly into the boys emerald eyes, his own gray one narrowed for a moment. "Don't you get it Potter?" Draco scowled.

"Get what?" And that's when it had happened. Draco had taken a fist full of Harry's robes, pulling him closer. Firmly he placed his lips against the raven haired boys. Both their hearts were beating rapidly by the time Draco had pulled away.

"I bloody love you, idiot."