For days, Harry refused to talk to Draco. For weeks, Harry attempted at any chance he could get, to turn Draco in. He never gave reasons, however. Instead, he always just said that he just knew. Telling people he had seen Draco's Dark Mark would lead to suspicions. And Harry didn't really want Draco turned in anyway. He had fallen in love with the boy. As Draco's attempts to kill Dumbledore became weaker and weaker, as did Harry's attempts to turn Draco in. For months, the boys stayed out of each others ways. For months they did not talk to each other, they did not look at each other. Until the night Harry almost killed Draco.
Sectumsempera. Harry would never use that spell again. On anyone, or anything. Not after what it had done to Draco. Not after what it had done to his love. After the incident, Harry knew he would have to talk to the blonde. He needed to make things right. Of course, they had fought before, but nothing had ever ended this badly. With his mind set, that night, the same night he had almost killed Draco, Harry set out to find him. Underneath the Invisibility Cloak, he was able to wait by the entrance to the Slytherin common room. He was able to slip in just as Pansy walked in and he was able to find Draco's dormitory easily. Crabbe and Goyle were sitting on their beds and Draco was nowhere to be seen. But Harry knew this was Draco's room; the rich objects and perfect clothes hanging around would show anyone that this was the blonde's quarters. And the smell. The room smelled like Draco.
Finding Draco's bed, Harry slipped under it. A soft 'thud' was made as he did so and he held his breath as Crabbe and Goyle looked suspiciously around. But they were dunderheads, so they didn't realize what had just happened. As dinner rolled around, Crabbe and Goyle left and only five minutes after they did so, Draco walked in. Harry waited. Draco looked in good health and Harry was thankful for that. Then, Draco stifled a sob. Harry couldn't stand the sound of Draco crying, it broke his heart. And luckily, Draco stopped.
"Get a grip on yourself," Draco muttered to himself. "You're fine."
"Are you?" Harry asked, coming out from his hiding place and taking off the cloak. It dropped to the ground silently, and Draco stood up and grabbed his wand. He pointed it directly at Harry's chest.
"Give me one reason to do it and I will," Draco said. His voice sounded malicious and willing on the outside, but Harry detected a hint of fear underneath the strong tone.
Harry stood completely still. "I came to say sorry," he said. "I am so sorry."
Draco just stared. For a moment, he went to lower his wand, but Harry reached for his own. Immediately, Draco's grip tightened. But all Harry did was take his wand out of his pocket and laid it on the ground. Using his foot, he kicked his wand away, towards Draco. Uncertainly, with his eyes still on Harry, Draco picked it up. He placed it on his bedside table, and placed his own wand next to it.
Harry sighed and then began to speak again, "I know sorry doesn't cut it. I know that what I did to you was terrible. I know you probably won't believe me, but I did not mean to use that spell. I didn't know what it would do."
Draco's eyes flickered suspiciously for a moment, but Harry could tell Draco accepted his apology.
"And I'm sorry for walking away from you in the Room of Requirement all those months ago."
Draco nodded curtly, and Harry could see a single tear glistening in his eye.
"I love you," Harry said. "I love you Draco. And I should have told you that a long time ago."
"I love you too," Draco replied.
Harry walked towards the blonde and embraced him. He wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders and he let Draco's hands caress his waist. It was a position that both boys remembered well and that both boys had missed greatly over the past few months of not talking to each other.
And then, Harry kissed Draco. The kiss became feverish snogging. Harry realized, he could have killed Draco today. Either of them could die any second and they needed to make the best of what they had right now. Harry moved his lips to Draco's neck, allowing them some air, and then he began to unbutton Draco's shirt. As he did so, he saw the scars. They shocked him, and he backed away from Draco quickly.
"Did I? Did I do that?" Harry asked, fear hinting in his voice.
"Yes," Draco whispered. The scars on his body were menacing and red. Slashes that seemed to have gone deep into the skin, farther than a knife would have done if Harry had cut him. They seemed to glisten in the soft green-glow of the dormitory.
Draco self-consciously began to do up his shirt. But Harry came back over to him and placed one hand over Draco's chest, right where Draco's heart was.
"Don't," Harry whispered.
"I look…atrocious!" Draco said in reply and began to button up his shirt again. But Harry stopped him again.
"You look beautiful. You look brave. They suit you," Harry whispered.
"I'm not a Gryffindor. I don't want to be brave," Draco argued as Harry undid the rest of the buttons on Draco's shirt. Draco's shirt fell to the floor and Harry saw all the damage he had caused the boy. And then, as if in response to Draco's complaining, Harry bent down and kissed one of the larger of Draco's scars. Harry could feel Draco's body tense up, as Harry licked the scar, from where it started at Draco's hip, right up to where it ended in the center of Draco's chest. Draco tilted his head back and groaned in pleasure as Harry ran his tongue along the rest of his scars, until all of them had been explored by Harry's mouth. And then, as if to further prove his point, Harry lightly kissed Draco's Dark Mark.
Harry stood up and hugged Draco again, looking into the grey eyes of the Slytherin.
"I might hate Voldemort," Harry began, "but I would do anything for you and even if that means supporting him, I would do it, for you."
"You don't have to support him. I might be forced to because of my family, but that doesn't mean you have to. And supporting him would mean turning yourself in. He would murder you. I would kill myself if you were dead," Draco replied.
"I would too," Harry agreed.
And with that, they took each other in their arms again, and began to kiss.
