A/N: Here it is ^.^

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They sat silently underneath the tree. The word still felt heavy in the air.

"No."

Draco sighed. He could make all the excuses in the world, but Harry already knew them all. He had thought of them as well and he had accepted them a long time ago, even before they'd started the conversation. Draco could say that he didn't want to make Harry the source of gossip, again. It was a given that Rita Skeeter would stalk him to the edge of the world if she got even the slightest hint about them being a couple. Or he could claim the opposite, that he 'couldn't take the extra pressure of being the centre of attention'. It wouldn't matter either way. Both were true and both came down to the fact that people would talk.

There's a reason why the masses are often considered the greatest weapon of all.

"Jeez," Harry sighed, "war is nothing compared to people's opinions."

Draco raised an eyebrow in question.

"Oh, come on," the boy continued his lonesome rant, "at least you knew where you stood. You could come out for what you believed in and fight for it."

Draco wasn't impressed. "And you're telling this to the boy who had to fight on the side he wanted to see defeated?" he asked. "Are you alright,? I think your brain stopped working."

"Oh, ha ha, so I wasn't thinking for a second before I complained…" Harry started but he was interrupted by a worried Draco.

"No, I'm serious. Do you think maybe stupidity is contagious?" He backed off slightly as if he could catch the disease, but didn't break their embrace.

"If it was then where do you propose I got it?" Harry retorted.

Draco just looked at him as if he wanted to say, 'Hello, isn't that obvious?'

"No," Harry said defensively, "will you stop insulting Ron?"

"I didn't mention him," Draco said haughtily.

"You didn't have to," his boyfriend retorted. "Besides, you've been around him as long as I have, you would've caught it as well."

Now Draco looked horrified. He started looking at his hands and patting his face, as if to check for signs of an upcoming stupidity-attack.

"Harry, do I look ill to you? Do you think I may have caught it?" he asked with mock worry.

"Wait, hang on, let me get a good look at you." Harry said as he held Draco's arms still. He looked in Draco's eyes as the boy was breathing heavily. He cupped Draco's chin and looked at his face from all angles.

"Well, Mr. Draco, you look like you're in perfectly good health," he stated with a mockingly polite voice.

"Are you sure?" Draco said as he held the hand that was still placed against his cheek.

"Yes," Harry said and he kissed him softly. "You're perfectly fine."

Then he smiled and tipped Draco over so that the boy was lying on his back.
"Although," Harry continued as he traced kisses across the boy's jawline, "we might have to check just to be sure."

Draco smirked as he found Harry's lips again and captured them with his own. He snaked his hands down Harry's back and wrapped them around the boys waist. Harry leaned forward again and they lost themselves in the contact.

But in the end they had to break apart. As they regretted the loss of contact, the heaviness of the situation hit them again. Draco shuffled towards Harry so that their hips were touching and they sat in silence for a short while. Harry let his head fall back against the tree and looked up towards the leaves above.

Draco placed his head on his hands and stifled a moan. "This is so messed up. Why can't we just be boyfriends? Why should we go around and hide from the others? Why should they matter? I hate the fact that I won't be able to hold you when I want to, or kiss you before we go to the dorms."

Harry just smiled sadly since he knew that no matter what they said it wouldn't change anything. He leaned forward and kissed Draco. A hand cupped his cheek while the other pulled him closer to deepen the touch. He let his fingers playfully slide down Draco's side and rest on his hip as he twisted to embrace him more intimately. They sighed into the kiss and held each other close.

"You do know that the only reason why I would become the centre of gossip is because I'm the saviour, right?" Harry said in the comfortable silence that followed. He was talking about their previous conversation again. Draco looked up from the embrace and thought for a second.

"So the fact that you're with fabulous me has nothing to do with it?" he answered, accepting the challenge with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not saying you're not… important or anything," Harry claimed, implying Draco wasn't interesting enough to captivate the newspapers, "but I'm just stating that our relationship would only get the headlines because you're with me." He said smugly.

"Oh, you were saying it, alright."

Draco released Harry and turned to face him, leaning against the tree with his elbow. "Besides, you're wrong. I've just proven that I can make the front page, or do you have to read the article again."

Harry just stuck up his nose and said: "That was your father, not you."

"Is this a challenge? Because I can get the front page." Draco said, "and I don't need Golden Boy's help."

"Is that jealousy I smell there?" Harry mused, trying not to smile to broadly.

"What makes you think I'm jealous?"

"You seem a bit upset about me being better," Harry said with an innocent voice.

"Well I'm not. Why would I be jealous of you? I'm just annoyed by the fact that you have to make a big show out of everything."

Harry raised his eyebrows in defence.

"I mean, just look at it objectively: You're one year old. What do you do? Save the world." He said is as though it was the most horrible thing a one-year-old could do. "Then, instead of reveling in the centre of attention, so that the gossip could die out, you disappear."

Harry was doing his best not to laugh at this very original retelling of his life's story.

"So after 11 years, just when people start to settle in their new lives, what do you do? You appear again. You just couldn't let it rest, could you? You go to school for a year. Some might think, 'Good, he's finally being a normal kid' but that's not how it went, right? In one year you break just about every rule in the book, you lose a lot of points so you're back in the centre of attention, you become a seeker and end it all with saving the world, again I might add, and earning so many house points that Slytherin gets beaten for the first time in years. More attention. And that's just the beginning. You've been exponentially raising people's awareness about you with every single thing you could think of. You've been the outsider, the bad guy, the good guy, the one everyone wants to date, the strongest one, the most dangerous one and worst of all: the icon of hope." Draco finished.

"I'm not jealous, I'm just wondering why I had to fall in love with such an attention-seeking hero. Why couldn't I just go for your average no-namer?"

Harry stayed quiet for a while and looked at Draco.

Then he broke the silence.

"Yeah, all I heard was: 'Jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous, jealous'," he said.

Draco laughed.

"Besides, you've just proven my point. The media loves me."

"Yeah, you have to fix that," Draco said, "but I'll admit you make a better scoop than I do, happy?"
"Bursting with joy," he said and kissed Draco to prove his point.