A/N: This is only for the people that want a happy ending, if you want the angst one, ignore this chapter and just read the first
This dedicated to njferrel and MayayParadeFtw because without them, this chapter wouldn't exist
Oh and how could I forget Xiahou Ayumi, I swear she loves me, and has a major eye fetish. Aren't I modest?
It had been one week since their eyes met at the Auror ceremony, which meant seven days filled with hidden tears and tortured hearts. Harry tossed and turned in his sleep, remembering that one night when he realised that Draco would never let Harry give up his hero complex.
"Shh," Ginny soothed, "It's alright because now you're with me."
Harry unknowingly growled at the words and one teary green eye opened when Ginny announced 'their' plans for having one day a week to talk to the press. A life with Draco was flashing before his eyes, waking up to shining silver eyes each morning, followed by hot morning sex, then a steamy shower, then the need to take another shower (cold this time), chatting aimlessly whilst eating breakfast and doing nothing but just basking in each other's love that shone everywhere even in the shimmer of their bright eyes. He could never have that life with Ginny, nor would he want to. He would never give his heart to Ginny, because it was already with Draco.
If someone asked the Ice Prince in first year what his life would be like once he finished school, he would never say this. Living alone in a filthy apartment and longing for Harry Potter. He left the Manor once he was of age, he just never felt at home in the Manor then he did in the Gryffindor's arms.
He should've done something that night. He shouldn't have stood there and watched the only man he will ever love walk away from him. Draco knew that Harry would've wanted him to do something about it, but the Slytherin couldn't feel but hurt that Harry didn't do anything either.
"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione called, "I know you're in there, now open the damn door before I blast my way in." Draco couldn't have cared less what she did; even so, she did the latter. The door was unlocked cleanly and Hermione said in disgust, "You've got to start cleaning up here. Harry wouldn't have wanted you to live in this hellhole."
"No, Harry would've wanted me to do something that night. And I wanted him to do something that night as well, but he just stood there and let them take him in."
"That is an incredibly stupid excuse Draco; you know that Harry hates fame and everything to do with it. He would never do something that would attract the public into his life."
"And yet he's with the Weaselette."
Hermione sighed, running a hand through her bushy hair, "You have to tell him Draco."
"There's nothing to tell," He bit, "that he doesn't already know."
Someone remind me why I'm doing this again, Harry thought dismally, Oh yeah, because I love Draco. Ginny waved, posed, and chatted to the reporters, feeding through bits of information such as Harry's life at school, and his work life and about their 'romance'. A flash of blonde caught his eye; there was only one person who had hair as bright as that. Happiness filled his heart when he saw Draco, but then the balloon of joy was popped when he realised that the Slytherin was his. The camera flashed in his eyes, and in that moment, he didn't care what the world thought, he didn't care that Ginny was currently motioning Harry towards the public, all he cared about were those grey eyes.
The blonde was arguing with himself against going towards the boy but came towards Harry none the less. I can do this, he told himself, I can control myself. I will not start snogging my Harry in public and shag like wild bunnies, I will- Oh crap. All train of thought was lost when he saw the longing in Harry's eyes. "Harry," he whispered
"Malfoy, what do you want?" Ginny snapped disapprovingly, "Harry, make him go away."
But Harry didn't do that. He just stood there and let relief wash over him like a tidal wave. This was his moment to make everything right again. Who cared what the public thought? In Harry's opinion, they could all piss off. He didn't speak a word, but the look in his eyes was enough to spur Draco. The blonde had prepared a speech for Harry since the moment he and the Weaselette walked out of the room and spent every waking moment perfecting it, but now, it didn't seem enough.
Harry, it was good to see you, even after all those nights alone... "Harry, please, I know it's only been seven days but for me, it has been seven days too long. One night alone was all it took to push me over the edge. You have no idea how much I longed to see you, to see the happiness in your eyes, because they make my pleased and satisfied. I'm only content when I'm with you, for you bring joy where now, there is desire for something I thought that would never be mine."
"Malfoy," Ginny interrupted, "Harry does not care for you, nor for those nights you suffered for being an insufferable prat." Harry seethed at those words and that encouraged Draco to continue over the redhead.
Some days I'll be walking along the street and realising that there was no one to share the day with. In my opinion, I've seen wars less devastating. By this part Draco would've walked away, but he wasn't following those words anymore.
"My life is empty without you because you were the one being that filled it in.
You are the laughter in my eyes,
smile on my face,
the air I breathe,
the oxygen I need,
You are the wonder in my life,
the miracle that is real,
when I'm with you,
time stands still,
You cracked the ice around my heart,
and you made the warm water seep through,
but when she" with a pointed glare at Ginny, "tore us apart,
the water froze and the ice reformed,
around the one thing that could only belong to you."
"Malfoy shut it," Ginny seethed, "you are just embarrassing yourself, and Harry for that matter." But Draco kept going.
"One day, when the word is burnt to ashes, when the people are crying for the ones they loved, when the dead filled the streets and the cries of the dying fill the air, it will not matter to me-"
"Because you're a sadist," Ginny muttered
"It will not matter to me, because that is how I feel every day when I'm not with you." Draco continued without sparing one glance at the glaring Weasley, "I love you till my dying day, and every moment I spend away you feels like a thousand stabbing needles in my heart. I feel no need for anything else, but the feeling of you and I, because that is all we need.
My world without you is black and white, just good or bad, without the green in your eyes, the pink when you blush, the redness of your lips, the golden tan of your skin or the colours of the rainbow that shone when I first realised that I can't live without you.
For your entire life Harry, my Harry, you've belonged to someone else, been someone else's experiment, been someone else's saviour. But now Harry, now it's my turn to play hero. You are my saviour Harry, as much as I am yours.
When I'm with you, there's not Malfoy pride or aristocrat shit or pureblood crap. It's just me. Just me and you, nothing else, because- well, because that's all we'll ever need. I love you Harry, till my dying day."
Draco blinked and found tears swimming, fighting the urge to pour them out of his shimmering silver eyes he turned on his heel and slowly walked away, and ignoring the press as he did. He told the world what he felt; the rest was now up to Harry.
A/N: Cliff hanger! And that's the end of that chapter.
When writing this I came across that sentence and decided to stop after that, it seemed a pretty good place to end it.
...Please don't hurt me.
Actually I might make this the end of the story, unless told otherwise of course