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A/N:

So this chapter is mostly memories, a few parts about when they were shopping but I wanted to get out what had happen from their third year on. Oh and I'd like to let everyone know that I will be starting a new story, yea I know ANOTHER one. But I really don't want to lose my ideas. So my other stories will be on hold if I have not pre-written chapter for them so I can work on this and my new Luna story. Thanks enjoy:

Chapter 4: Memories

"Do you still love me?" Harry whispered to the blonde as he passed him on his way to his tent. The boy paused for a moment and turned to face a smirking Potter. Harry saw the soft smile cross over the blonde's face.

"I don't believe I ever told you I loved you." Draco said stepping closer to Harry.

"Well then now would be a great time to say you do." He said slipping his hand out of his pocket and grabbing the blonde's. He pulled him over to the side of the path and into a more secluded area.

"Excited about the game?" Draco asked blushing at how close Harry was. His chest pressed onto his.

"Yea, but you know I'm really excited about?" Harry said still clutching Draco's hand.

"What?" Draco asked.

"You answering my first question!" Harry said smiling and then he stopped as he saw Draco's eye's loose their happy glow. "You do love me right?" Harry asked, eye widening and ear awaiting the teen's answer. Draco opened his mouth for a moment as if he was going to say something and then stopped. His mouth closed and he shook his blonde head. "Is that a no?" Harry asked feeling his heart rip.

"I-I don't know. Harry, you know how my father is." Draco said softly.

"What does your father have to do with any of this?!" Harry asked confused slightly by the comment.

"Harry, he rules my life. If there's something that he doesn't like that's it! I'm gone, forever!" Draco said in a low voice.

"You still haven't answered my question Malfoy. Do you love me?" Harry said looking into Draco grey eyes. Draco paused a moment before speaking. "I-I'm not sure. I've never felt love before. Malfoy's don't love, not for real."

"You've felt me Draco!" Harry said grabbing his hand and placing it over his heart. "I know you're felt my heart beat faster yet slower at the same time! I've cared for you! I've loved you Draco!" Harry said almost yelling at Draco as they stood so close. Tears welled in Harry's eyes and as he stared at the blonde. "How can you say you've not felt love?!"

"I-I—"No! No more stuttering I want an answer Draco! I love you! Please, my prince, tell me you love me too! Tell me that I didn't just spend my whole year last year in a dream. Tell me everything is just how I thought it was! Tell me you love me!" Harry said leaning on Draco. Wrapping his arms around Harry, Draco felt him shutter.

Harry felt the familiar hands run through his jet black hair. The tears fell from his eyes as he held onto Draco. He really did love him. All the things he had told the boy the year before, all the time they had spent with each other, how could that not mean anything?

"Harry?" Draco whisper into the boy's ear. He nodded. "I do love you." Harry smiled. "Thank you, I love you too." Harry said pulling himself more into Draco.

"I know," Draco said kissing his cheek. "I know,"

"You okay mate?" Ron asked as Harry opened his eyes. He was wrapped up in his sheets and his face was wet. His eyes wondered around the room. Fuzzy outlines and blurs of orange were all that he could see. He grabbed his glasses and looked over and saw a worried look Ron in the bed next to him. "Yea Ron, I'm fine. Just a bad dream." Harry said looking over at the clock on the wall opposite them. It was nearing two in the morning.

"What was it about?" Ron asked as Harry tried to get himself out of the mess of blankets he had rolled himself up in.

"Erm…mum and dad." Harry lied still messing with the blankets.

"Who's the prince then?" Ron asked lifting a red eye brow at him. Harry sat for a second. He had been talking in his sleep again. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut while sleeping?

"I-I—"It was about Malfoy wasn't it. That night before the game, when he…you know." Ron said his cheeks blushing slightly. Harry nodded. "Well you know it's better now anyway. You have Cho, she's better then Malfoy." Ron said trying to cheer Harry up.

"Don't say that Ron. You didn't know him like I did." Harry said looking up Ron for the first time since talking about the dream. Ron's face dropped. "Let's just not talk about okay." Harry said rolling over, still in a bit of a mess of blankets. But he didn't care; he didn't want to talk about Draco anymore. He wanted to leave this conversation. Pretend as if the thing that they had been talking about had never happened.

"You what?!" Draco's father bellowed at his son. Draco stood before his father trembling. No matter what he told himself his father really was someone who you didn't want to get mad. Pulling together all the strength Draco could muster he looked his father in the eye and said to him. "I'm in love with Harry Potter." The words came from his mouth strong but inside Draco felt like a child who was left alone at the store. Scarred and helpless. Was this how everyone felt with his father when they got him mad?

"You don't love him Draco! You're lying to me!" His father yelled pushing his son and causing him to collide against the wall of their tent, making the wall shake.

Draco stood up and shook his head at his father. "I'm not lying, I love him and he loves me. You can't stop me from loving him." Draco said, the words sounded horrible in his head but it was the only thing he could string together that made some sense.

"Love," He father spat as if the word tasted bitter on his tongue. "How would you know what love feels like?" For a moment Draco was silent, he had told Harry just that. He didn't know what love felt like so how could he love him? Yet Harry knew that he did love him, he loved him more then anything in this world. Not that he had much to love anyways.

"You just know Father. I don't care if you don't love me! He dose, he's the only one who loves me." Draco said looking away from his father's hard gaze.

"Draco you will tell that boy that you lied! I don't care if it breaks his heart! You will tell him that you don't love him!" His father said staring down at Draco's head. Draco looked up at his father and opened his mouth to speak but he father cut him off. "You will tell him that you don't love him or so help me I will make sure he can not love you!" his father said grabbing the snakes head on top of his cane tighter. Draco's eyes widened, his father was not threatening what he though he was…was he? "Didn't you hear me Draco?" He nodded. "Then go! I don't want to be waiting up for you all night!" His father said pointing towards the door. Draco did as he was told walking out of the tent and walking down the dirt path to where he knew Potter was staying with the Weasels. He took his sweet time getting there. Regretting every moment that he had done as his father had told him.

What would Harry say? Would he say anything? And anyway what was he himself going to say. Why couldn't his father just accept this? Why did…why did everything have to be so damn complicated?

He could see the tent that Potter was staying in ahead of him. He wanted to stop right there and turn around and head back to his father and lie and say that he had told Harry. But he knew his father would see right through him. His mind was much too open, that's just how he got himself into this in the first place. He had walked into the tent thinking about how he had just told Harry he loved him and his father had picked up on it.

Damn him.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" Weasley asked sneering at Draco. Draco resisted sneering back and kept his head low.

"My father told me to speak with Potter." Draco said keeping his voice low. He felt Ron staring at him but he never lifted his head. Soon he heard the boy get up from the stone he had been sitting on and went inside the tent. Some low voices were heard and Harry was walking out of the tent. Draco lifted his head slowly and he saw the smile disappear from Harry's face. "What's wrong?" He asked as they walked off still on the path. Draco looked at Harry his eyes were caring as they always were when they were alone. He couldn't tell him, not right after he had just told him he loved him. Not yet, it was just too soon to let his father ruin this. "Draco tell me what's wrong!" Harry said pushing him playfully.

"My father wants me to end this." Draco said then he grabbed Harry's hand. "But I'm not going to let him ruin you and me. I love you Harry, you really are the one good thing in my world." Harry smiled weakly and squeezed Draco's hand comfortingly.

"Draco…how did you father even find out about us?" Harry asked softly. Draco was quiet for a moment. He had asked himself that right before he had gotten to Harry's tent.

"I'm not sure, I think he found out by you know the whole mind-ready-thingy." Draco said letting out a short laugh at his words. Harry smiled. "I don't think mind-ready-thingy is word Draco." He laughed.

"Well how about you go ask Granger she would know." Draco said rolling his eyes. "Draco," Harry growled knowing that if he didn't say anything Draco would feel free to go on.

"Sorry Harry, but you know your friends are just too easy to make fun of." Draco said smirking.

"Well if you got to know them then maybe…" Harry started but Draco cut in. "Me getting to know a mud blood. That's so going to happen Harry." Draco laughed and then stopped as he looked over at Harry who was glaring at him. He had let his hand drop and he shook his head at him.

"Malfoy what did I tell you about that!?" Harry said as he stopped walking and faced Draco. "She's my friend I don't go around saying that your friends are…well really there aren't any mean names for them because no-brained-masses-of-scum is telling the truth!"

"So, I'm telling the truth too! She is a mud blood, she's a muggle born! I can't help what slips out of my mouth! It was just the way I was raised, and I thought we had gotten over this!" Draco said slightly confused why he was yelling at him. He had called her a mud blood before and all he had gotten was a playful smack on the arm. But this time he was yelling.

"I-I…I thought we had too…but I don't know anymore. Draco maybe things are just too much for me I mean…just right now…" Harry trailed off and looked at the floor.

"Potter don't tell me that you're trying to break up with me. Harry y-you can't!" Draco said grabbing Harry's hand but he pulled away. "I'm sorry I just…you know how your father is."

"No Potter! I told you that earlier and you wouldn't take that as an answer so neither am I!" Draco yelled pushing Harry up against a tree to the side of the path.

"Draco you're hurting me." Harry said as Draco held him in place against the tree his hands clenched around Harry's wrists. "You're hurting me Potter." Draco spat. "Did you really think that you could just dump me after I told that I loved you?"

"Draco…you were going to do the same thing!" Potter said biting his bottom lip as Draco's grip tightened. "No Potter I was going try and keep this under wraps but it seems that you don't want to stay together." Draco said nails starting to dig into Potter's flesh.

"I'm trying to save you Draco. Think about it what if your father found out? Wouldn't he hurt you?" Harry said but Draco shook his head. "My father may hurt me but what he'd do to me is no were near as much pain as you're causing me right now." Draco let go of Potter's wrist. There were red half moons were he had drug his nails in. Harry rubbed his wrist tenderly and Draco closed his eyes. He wanted to be rubbing them and saying he was sorry but part of him didn't want to at all. Part of him wanted to throw the boy to the ground and beat the shit out of him. Potter stood in front of Draco looking him straight in the eyes and said. "I'm sorry Draco, but I want you alive. Even if that means hurting you. The truth may hurt but lying hurts more, it just takes longer." He started to walk off but Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"I hate it when you go all Dumbledore on me! Yet at the same time I still love you more then I can possibly explain." Draco said and then kissed Harry full on the lips. Harry stood there stunned by the random kiss. Draco's lips pulled at Harry's, trying to get him to come into the kiss. But he wouldn't kiss him back, his lips just stayed there as if numb to the lips that were pressed to his own. He tried again and again until finally Draco felt him pull away and he felt his arm slip free of his grip and he heard him walk away. But Draco didn't dare open his eyes because to open his eyes that would make this whole thing real.

"Draco, Blasie is coming with us to Diagon Ally." Narcissa said to her son as he stared off into space. She shook her head at him and placed her hand on his shoulder. Pressing her middle finger and thumb. Draco shivered and turned to look at his mother, a puzzled look crossing his face. "I said Blaise is coming to Diagon Ally with us." She repeated, Draco's eyes widened as he remember the things that had happened the day before. The passion, the confession, the confusion, the sensations, and the fear. What was Blaise going to do? Had he come to strike up a deal with him or was he just going to use this as black mail. Or maybe, hopefully he was just going to act as if nothing had happened. Try and make this be just like old times.

But things could never be like old time. They had—"Draco are you even listening to what I'm saying?!" His mother asked and Draco shook his head no. She sighed. "Go across the street and get your friend so we can leave."

"I think Blaise can walk over here himself I mean—"Now Draco!" Narcissa yelled over him pointing towards to the door. Draco grumbled as he walked out but said nothing more.

Draco knocked on the door and soon Blaise was opening the door his head looking back over his shoulder yelling something only half heard by Draco. But when the boy had turned to face the blonde standing in front of him the smile on his face was wiped away. "Draco," His voice was soft as he stepped out of the house. "We need to talk."

"I know but we also have to go shopping so make it quick." Draco said grabbing his arm and pulled him over to the side walk. He sat down on the edge, his knees bent up towards his head as he looked up at Blaise who was still standing. After a moment he sat down next to him. "Look about yesterday…" Draco started but he didn't really know what to say. How could he explain everything inside his head? All the confusion about Harry and Blaise and the frustration he had about letting himself go so far Blaise. All the thoughts running though his head wanted to be let out. And Blaise looked ready to listen.

"Draco I…you don't need to explain about what you said. I just want to know if…if you enjoyed that as much as I did?" Blaise said his hand moving closer to Draco so that his fingers brushed lightly against Draco's.

"I…I had a lot of fun yesterday but…" Draco trailed off. Was he really ready to admit that he was still in love with Potter? "But what Draco, you don't want to…you don't want people to know?" Blaise said pulling his hand back.

"It's not that Blaise. It's just that I don't want to hurt you. I'm still in love with Potter and I'm not sure that—Blaise cut him off with a kiss. Draco was stunned for a moment as lips were pressed upon his. But just as fast as they had been placed they were off again. "Like I said you don't have to explain. Just give this a chance, after yesterday you have to." Blaise said smirking. Draco grabbed his hand and smiled. "Alright, now can we get back to my house? Mother might have though we were killed by how long it took us to cross the street." Draco said laughing.