A/N: Ack. It's taken me so long to update. Stupid school. Stupid everything.

Gahh, this is a bit corny.

butwhatifyouweretheoneforme

"That is by far the most disgusting thing I have ever heard," he said, attempting to push away the blonde wrapped tightly around his chest. "But it's not really enough to necessitate an emergency trip to Wiltshire. Do you have any idea how many school rules – no, screw school rules, how many laws I broke, flying down here?"

"Not enough to stop you from coming, apparently," Draco said, his voice muffled in Harry's shirt. "Because, if you really cared about the law, you wouldn't've come. Right?"

Harry's chest rose and fell in a reluctant sigh.

"Yeah," he conceded, "But I thought you were dying, or You-Know-Who raped your cat, or something. You sounded – frantic. I freaked out; of course I came. Ron is probably wondering where I am."

"Let him wonder some more," Draco whispered. "It'll be excellent exercise for his speck of a brain."

"Come on, Draco," Harry pleaded. "It's been one day! I said goodbye to you yesterday, and now I'm just rushing here to see you? This isn't healthy."

"You said you loved me."

"I do," Harry's arms tightened around Draco's waist. "You know I do."

"Then why are you leaving?"

"Because I have to!"

"Please?" Draco looked up, his chin resting on Harry's collarbone.

Harry turned his face away. Draco pouted.

"Fine," Harry huffed.

"Not if you don't want to," Draco said, releasing him and turning to the still-open window.

"I do."

"Say it," Draco snapped to the grey sky. Damn, if Harry'd had an accident on the way… Draco shuddered.

"What?" Harry's voice was right in his ear.

"Say it." Draco turned and crossed his arms defiantly.

"Say what?" Their noses were mere millimeters apart, and Harry was having trouble keeping his voice steady.

"Say that you want to stay here with me."

"…I want to stay here with you. Better?"

"Much," Draco said, launching himself at Harry.

.-xXXx-.

"Hungry?"

"No."

"Thirsty?"

"No."

"Happy?"

"More than I've ever been in my entire life."

.-xXXx-.

"I don't even have a cat," Draco said absently, stroking Harry's hair.

.-xXXx-.

As darkness loomed on the horizon, Draco jumped off the bed, grabbed Harry's hand and said, quite seriously, "Let me show you round."

"What?" Harry exclaimed, stunned.

"You've never been here before."

"Nor have I ever come here before."

"Did you just then?" Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and knotting his Gryffindor tie with great difficulty.

"Couldn't you tell?" Harry pulled his jumper over his head and grinned at Draco.

"There you go," Draco said, dragging Harry towards the door. "There's a first time for everything."

.-xXXx-.

Ten minutes later, they were standing at the end of a long hallway with portraits on the wall and expensive carpet on the floor. A massive marble statue stood two meters away from them.

"That statue there is of Scorpius Malfoy," Draco whispered. "My great-grandfather times about seventeen."

"Scorpius Malfoy?" Harry echoed. "That's a – unique – name."

Draco merely shrugged. "Anyway, this is the portrait hall. Don't talk too loud, otherwise you'll wake something up."

Suddenly there were footsteps at the other end of the hall. Draco's grey eyes widened to saucer-like proportions.

"And who's that?" Harry asked, turning to Draco.

"That – well – that would be Lucius Malfoy, my father," Draco said, paling a shade or thirteen. "Quick, hide."

Draco immediately darted forwards and ducked behind the statue of Scorpius Malfoy. Harry followed him, but tripped over the edge of the carpet and fell flat on his face, his glasses skittering meters away and his hair flying everywhere. Draco swore under his breath.

Lucius froze. Then he quickly strode forward, lit wand in hand, and said, "Who's there?"

Despite Draco's frantic gestures, Harry attempted to say 'Harry Potter,' but when one's face is buried in three inches of carpet, it's fairly hard to do so.

"Potter," Lucius heard.

His eyes widened in shock as he walked to the other side of the statue and gasped. Draco sprinted to the other side, picking up Harry's glasses as he went. Harry knelt on the carpet, trying to fix his hair.

What Lucius saw was a teenage boy kneeling on the carpet, his thin face contorted with concentration as he tried to flatten his hair, but only succeeded in making it messier. And those hands were the hands that once held him as the rain poured down outside… And those arms were the arms of a seasoned Quidditch player… And those eyes were not squinting into the darkness, looking for Draco, but looking at Lucius with love…

"James…" Lucius breathed. "James Potter…"

"Oh, shit," Draco hissed from behind the statue.

.-xXXx-.

A/N: Raise your hand if you understood the "you've never been here before"-"nor have I ever come here before" exchange! (: