"So, what?" The raven haired boy snarled, rolling his eyes, "You think I'll just believe you?"

Draco watched him solomnly, eyes as grey and pale as a simmiring storm cloud.

"Say something, goddammit!" Harry shouted. "Tell me exactly what you were thinking!"

Draco didn't look away, didn't even blink.

Almost growling with frustration, Harry lurched forward, slamming the pale teenager against the stone wall behind him.

"Why? Why would you do that to me?" He roared, face inches away from Draco's, who just turned his face away, oh so slightly. But it was enough. Enough for Harry to take hold of his chin and forcibly move his face back around to face his own.

Enough for the black, messy haired teen to slam his lips angrily to Draco's and to push harder against the blond.

"I need you," Harry breathed when he pulled back, lips still close enough that they brushed Draco's warmth as he spoke, "I want you, and you lie to me,"

Finally Draco said something, or murmured rather "I'm not lying, Potter, and when you get that into your think skull we can sort this out," His pale hand came up, gently stroking the length of Harry's cheek bone.

"It's Harry and how am i supposed to believe you?"

Draco sent the other boy a withering glare and pushed him away.

"After everything, how can you not? Harry? I think that's a more important question, you ass." Draco was seething. His anger was almost palatable.

Harry stared at him. He wanted to shout, to beg. He wanted to plead until Draco kissed him again. And yet simultaneously he wanted to slam his head into the wall again.

"Don't lie to me Draco, please, tell me what you and Blaise were doing. Tell me why he was in our bedroom." Silence. "TELL ME, GODDAMMIT!"

"I was going to propose,"

Harry stared, then stared some more.

"What?" He whispered, hands clenching.

"I was going to fucking propose to you, he was helping me planit," Draco hissed, eyes narrowed at he floor, not daring to look at the dark haired wizard in front of him.

"Oh," Harry whispered.

Draco snorted, pushing off from the wall and turning away.

"When you figure out your shit, Potter, maybe give me a call,"

And then he left.