Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. This story is merely my way of saluting her. I do not own any of these characters; I just manipulate their thoughts.

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Haven't read through it, haven't beta-ed it. Sorry for the mistakes.

THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN BY JOSEPHINE STONE ON HER WORDPRESS WEBSITE. It is a reworked fan fiction of her story, MISUNDERSTANDING. I just added my own flair. Please read her version and give her a heck of a lot of reviews!

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"Draco, please, I don't –"

"Just shut up, I'm tired of your stupid mind games. You got what you wanted. Now leave me alone."

"What did –"

"I said leave me alone."

"No, not until you –"

"What more do you want from me?" Draco shouted, pushing Harry against the wall. "I don't have anything more to give. I don't want to tell you shit. You hear me?"

The door opened quietly. Bellatrix Lestrange strode out, back straight and expression merciless. Her wild eyes roved the hall. Finding it empty, she turned back to the room. "It's safe. Now we go to Dumbledore."

Harry looked at Draco's fuming face in a daze. "What?" he asked. "Please, I never meant for you to choose –"

"You never meant for me to choose? Choose between you and my own family? How dare you! And I chose wrong. Understand? I should never have loved you, and I chose wrong." Draco let go of Harry, trying to regain his composure. "Fuck you, Harry. Fuck you and this whole fucking world." He turned on his heel, leaving Harry dazed against the wall.

"No," Harry muttered. "No," he said louder, halting Draco in his steps. He walked up to Draco, forcefully wrenching him around. "No, I will not leave you alone. What did I do? Tell me what I did," he said.

"I won't get hurt again, Potter. I hate you."

It was surreal. Voldemort's Army made no sound as they simply glided out of the Room of Requirements. Black robes and masks, straggled fur and fangs, hooded cloaks and spindly wands mingled as the army swallowed the corridor. Echoes of giants could be felt against the windows as the panes shuddered ominously. The Death Eaters, werewolves, vampires, and Dementors moved as one, like marionettes. Hogwarts was utterly unprepared.

Harry looked like he'd just been struck. Draco was very good at this – emotional blackmail was his specialty. But Harry couldn't tell if this was Draco's defense mechanism or the truth. "You're lying," Harry muttered. "I love you."

"Everyone seems to be hearing a lot of that from you these days," Draco hissed.

"What?" Harry snapped.

"I chose wrong and I'm saving my mother."

Harry's heart stumbled at this. "You – you can't. Please. He'll kill you when he finds out about us," Harry said hoarsely, his hands trembling.

"No, Harry. He'll kill you first. I don't care what he does with me," Draco said blatantly.

Lord Voldemort exited last, with Lucius on his right and Narcissa on his left. "He has failed," Voldemort hissed softly. Lucius and Narcissa flinched as they bore the brunt of Voldemort's anger in their minds. Voldemort was using Legilimency without mercy on Draco's parents, watching them drop to their knees and shudder with pain for their son's failure. "He has failed and he will pay."

"I can't let you do this," Harry said tugging Draco to him.

"What are you going to do to me, huh? You already ripped me apart. You already scarred me. What more could you possibly do to me, Potter?"

Harry flinched at the accusation. They hadn't approached the bathroom incident as of yet, and to think that Draco was using it against Harry was agonizing. "Please, Draco. You know I didn't – I didn't know what I was – I'm so sorry. Just tell me what to do. I don't know what to do," Harry said frantically, trying to appease the volatile teen.

"You can start by minding your own business." With that, Draco pulled away from Harry. "And then you can cower with your precious Gryffindors. Because I don't care if you live or die today."

Harry let out a strangled groan. "No, Draco, what did you do?"

"I saved my mother."

Albus Dumbledore was ready for the onslaught in his office. He had already reinforced the school and contacted the staff about the breach. His wand was raised as he mumbled charms from his office, protecting the gates and the dormitories. He was going to bring the fight to the Great Hall.

"I – I thought we'd… Oh god, Draco, what did you do?" Harry gasped, struggling to breath as panic gripped him. "We – we have to go. Draco, we have to go now!" Harry garbled, grabbing Draco's arm and dragging him towards the stairs.

"No, Potter, you have to go. I'm going to find my parents," Draco said forcefully, pulling out his wand and pointing it at Harry.

"He – he'll kill you. Why don't you understand?" Harry asked, tears of frustration starting to fill his eyes.

"Because I don't know if I should have ever believed you."

Professors pushed the younger students into their dorm rooms. Older students who were willing to fight were gathered in the Great Hall and given hurried instructions. Doors were magically and physically reinforced. Tables were pushed away. Professors lined up at the entrance of the Great Hall, waiting… Listening…

"Everything I said to you was the truth," Harry yelled in exasperation.

Slight rustling

"And everything you told her was a lie?" Draco asked fiercely.

Soft tremors…

"What?"

Shaking windows…

"I'm done with you, Potter. I'm done with you and your fucking love."

Shuddering hearts…

"Fine, hate me. I don't care. Just come with me. Now."

Silence…

"No. Petrificus –"

The doors burst open.

"Expeilliarmus," Harry shouted in panic. He watched in horror as the force of the spell sent Draco flying, his wand clattering to the floor as he fell jerkily to the ground. The fury in Draco's eyes was terrifying. Harry had never seen that much loathing in anyone's eyes since fourth year – in Voldemort. He ran up to Draco, kneeling down and dragging him up. "Please, what did I do? Tell me what I did," Harry sobbed into Draco's lips as he kissed them.

Draco pushed at Harry, scrambling to get as far away from him as possible. "I want you to stop pretending," Draco said shakily, fear sparking in his eyes. Harry flinched away from the emotion Draco had accidentally let out. Draco was afraid of Harry. "Tell me you don't love me. Stop pretending. Then get out of Hogwarts. Because he will kill you."

Dumbledore was battling five Death Eaters at once, his magic holding strong as he shot spell after spell at them. His office was in shambles. Errant curses struck bookshelves and tables, scattering paper. Windows were broken, letting in the warm breeze. Shattered glass tinkled down. The room was now lit with blues, greens, and reds as curses flew at Dumbledore, only to be deflected. Walls cracked and the floor crumbled as gouges were created in them from the deflected curses.

The Great Hall contained a heaping mass of bodies at the entrance – most of them were Snatchers. Dementors were trying to enter the Patronus filled hall. Werewolves and vampires snarled, looking for blood, not bothering to find out if the blood was from their own army or their enemy. Hogwarts needed to hold off the assault for as long as they could. For as long as she needed to until help arrived.

"I'm not pretending. I've never pretended. I am Harry. I love you. I will never leave you."

"What does love even mean to you?" Draco breathed heavily, feeling his eyes sting.

The giants were stalled in their paths by bow and arrow wielding centaurs. The Quidditch pitch was filled with strewn crushed bodies and severed arrowheads. The castle shook each time a giant was felled. The thestrals were flying down at the giants, invisible to their eyes. The flying beasts struck with fury, bony hooves striking skulls and sharp wings slicing skin. The hippogriffs were not to be outdone by the thestrals. Beaks snapped fiercely at the giant army and talons scratched and wounded. Not one giant was allowed to move past the field.

"It means exactly what it means to you," Harry responded, inching closer to Draco. "It means that I don't want to lose you. It means I don't want you to die. It means that I'd lose myself if you left."

Dumbledore let out a small smile. With a nod, he twisted on the spot, Disapparating. The Death Eaters gave out a shout of frustration, rushing out of the room. Dumbledore was now in the Great Hall, reinstating the Anti-Apparition Charms and strengthening the protective spells. "The Order is coming," he said loudly. The professors felt a glint of hope rising in their hearts at the sight of the Headmaster and at his words. Help was on the way.

Draco's sight wavered as Harry said the words. He didn't know what to believe anymore. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to do. When he finally blinked, his overfull eyes dripped. And Harry was standing close. "Why did you kiss her?" Draco asked thickly.

Harry laughed.

Voldemort was scouring the castle with the Malfoys in tow, searching…

"She kissed me, Draco! Is that what this is about? She kissed me!" Harry said, feeling unusually ecstatic that this was all just a misunderstanding – a misunderstanding with terrible consequences, but a misunderstanding nonetheless.

"What?" Draco asked in shock. "N – no, you – you told her you loved her."

Harry threw his arms around Draco's neck, pulling him close and leaning his head against Draco's shaking shoulder. "I do love her. She's like my sister…"

Ron and Hermione were frantically trying to find Harry. He wasn't with them…

Draco groaned, pulling Harry away from him and kissing the soft lips with hunger and fright. Tears mingled as they cried into each other's arms. The terror of losing Harry was enormous, but the relief of having him back was more than Draco could handle. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Harry," Draco sobbed, trying to hide under Harry's embrace. "What have I done?"

"Draco, listen to me. You did what you had to do to save your mother, okay? Nothing more. I don't blame you. But we have to go, right now," Harry said quickly, adrenaline pumping through him.

The Order cornered the army, pushing them into the Great Hall, away from the rest of the castle. Voldemort's Army was surrounded on all sides, but they didn't let up. Voldemort's hold on his followers was too strong. Defection was not an option. Now the Dementors were moving through the halls, looking for new blood. They were restless. They felt the hiding students in the dormitories but did not know how to get in. Body binding spells, exploding hexes, and Unforgivable Curses shot into every direction. The Great Hall was riddled with shouts of pain and screams of panic. Hogwarts was turning into a battlefield.

"I – I have to find her, Harry, please," Draco begged.

Harry looked into Draco's soft grey eyes, words of wisdom stuck in his throat. Draco was scared. He was helpless. He needed Harry. Harry nodded. He ran up to Draco's wand, shoving it back in his hand. "Sorry," Harry muttered. Then he grabbed Draco's hand, intertwining his fingers as he pressed a hurried kiss on Draco's lips. Next thing Draco knew, he was sprinting up the stairs with Harry's hand tugging him along.

"Are you sure she's here?" Harry asked breathlessly as they ran past classrooms, hastily blasting open doors and muttering Homenum Revelio.

"I don't know where else to look," Draco said.

"Harry! Get back here!" Hermione shouted from the opposite end of the hallway. Harry looked back to find Ron and Hermione glowering furiously at Harry as they ran his way. "You're going to get yourselves killed!" Hermione said rapidly, pulling Draco and Harry into the empty Arithmancy classroom and slamming the door shut.

Ron pulled out the Marauder's Map from his pocket, roving his eyes down it. Harry gasped, grabbing the map from Ron's hands. He tapped his wand on it, mumbling, "Narcissa Malfoy." Then he groaned in disbelief. "She's with Voldemort," he whispered to Draco.

Draco's face fell at Harry's words and he wrung his hands in frustration. He snatched the map from Harry's hands. "Fourth floor," he breathed, pulling the door open and sprinting out.

"Draco, wait!" Harry yelped, following him. Ron and Hermione glanced at each other, pulling out their wands. They rushed after Harry, running full force.

Harry caught up with Draco as they neared the fourth floor landing. "Stop, she's with him!" Harry gasped breathlessly, holding Draco still.

"I know. I have to go!" Draco said, clawing at Harry to let go of him. Sharp pain shot into Harry's head. He loosened his hold on Draco, red sparks flashing into his field of vision. Draco pulled free, staggering back and moving down the hall. He realized that Harry wasn't following him. He turned to find Harry on his knees, clutching his head. His heart thundered with fear. He ran back, kneeling down beside Harry. "Harry?"

"He's going to kill you, Draco," Harry said as his mind flashed from Voldemort's to his own rapidly. "Oh god, he's going to kill you. Go, please!"

"Harry!" Ron called out, nearly tripping over the last step as he staggered to the two crouching boys. "Let's go! We have to move!"

"Expelliarmus!" two voices echoed through the empty corridor. Hermione and Ron flew back, striking the marble staircase awkwardly. Their wands flew out of their hands. They were then placed under hastily cast Immobulus charms. After all, those two were not the priority. Before Draco could draw out his wand, Bellatrix had him under the Cruciatus. The Death Eaters swarmed around Harry and Draco, watching the two boys writhing in agony.

"Hmm, Potter. You never did have very good control over your mind. Weak, pathetic child," Voldemort drawled softly as he walked between his followers. He stood in front of Harry, attacking his mind with only one purpose – to inflict pain. That is, until he saw a glimpse. Voldemort backtracked, trying to spot the memory again. He laughed harshly, looking from Harry to Draco with incredulity. "Rendezvous with a Death Eater?" he asked Harry, not expecting an answer. "Bellatrix."

Draco felt the agonizing pain lifting off of him as the Cruciatus Curse was pulled away. He breathed in cool air, fiercely wiping away his tears and pushing himself up to his knees. Harry felt the pain moving out of him as well. Voldemort had found another way to torment him.

"Might as well kill two birds with one stone," Voldemort said with an amused tone. "You know, Potter, your precious love is going to be the death of you. I would've thought that you had learnt your lesson. Love makes you vulnerable. It makes you feel pain like this." He flicked his wand at Draco, silently casting a vicious Cruciatus.

Harry snarled, moving with speed. But the Death Eaters were faster. He was pushed back to the ground by the force of numerous spells.

"You have the privilege of watching, Potter," Voldemort said with a smirk.

Harry's stomach lurched as his head was moved involuntarily towards Draco's thrashing body. A Curciatus Curse from Voldemort was the most horrifying curse to endure. The hate in him caused the curse to multiply tenfold. Draco's screams were caught in his throat because he couldn't remember how to breathe. His mind was pushed to its limit. He convulsed painfully against the stone floor, eyes open yet unseeing as they stared at the ceiling. His silent pain was more than Harry could take. Tears ran down his eyes as he watched. Harry saw blood trickling down Draco's nose and he retched dryly, sobbing. Harry was screaming for Draco. He had never felt so helpless. Watching Draco slowly lose control was causing Harry to ramble. He didn't know what he was screaming about. He just wanted Draco to stay alive.

"Please, kill me instead. Spare him, he didn't do anything. You don't want him, you want me. Take me instead."

Voldemort ended the curse. Draco fell limp, breathing raggedly. Harry was on all fours, tears dripping onto the floor as he shuddered. "Really, Potter? Kill you instead?"

"Yes," Harry whispered hoarsely through his chaffed throat. "Yes."

"No," Draco wheezed. Harry groaned at Draco defiant tone. He looked up to see Draco's eyes open and his body struggling to sit upright.

Voldemort eyed the two pitiful boys in turn. "Quite unfortunate," he murmured. Pointing his wand at Draco, he said, "Avada Kedavra."

"No," Narcissa screamed in agony.

Harry didn't think. He reacted. He threw himself at Draco, hugging him tightly. I love you more than life itself. The green flare hit Harry's back.

Draco felt Harry's tight grip leaving him instantly and he looked at Voldemort with horror in his eyes. "Harry?" Draco breathed. The corridor was silent. Draco's sight flickered. "Please, Harry?" he tried again, crushing Harry against him. He started to tremble in shock. "No, no, no, you can't die. Harry, you can't leave me," Draco muttered hysterically, trying to shake Harry awake. "You said you wouldn't leave me," he cried.

"You make me sick," Voldemort said, eyeing Draco with disgust. "You are a Death Eater. Yet here you are, humiliating yourself over this filthy boy. You have no place in my army."

Draco stopped trembling. He gently laid Harry down on the ground. Harry looked like he was sleeping. His glasses were askew and his hair stuck out oddly. His gentle black eyelashes fanned out and it was a stark contrast against his pale skin. His mouth was parted slightly, as though he was going to speak any minute now. He won't… He won't talk to me again. "Fuck you," Draco said shakily, staring up at Voldemort. Narcissa and Lucius whimpered. Draco didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore. "You are a fucking lunatic. You are weak and pathetic. I make you sick?" Draco asked hysterically. "Do you have any fucking clue how sick you make me? Pathetic," he spat out, his breath coming out in short gasps.

"How dare you?" Voldemort hissed. "Insolence will pay. Avada Kedavra."

Draco clutched Harry's cold hand, entwining his fingers into Harry's. A sharp stabbing sensation grappled his heart. And he waited. His heart thumped once… twice… thrice… He couldn't see anything because his eyes were squeezed shut. He couldn't hear anything because his heart was beating too loudly – too rapidly. He took in a shuddering breath. I'm not dead… He opened his eyes slowly, bewildered. All around him were flashes of light. Death Eaters fell with resounding thuds. Debris flew all around them. Without a second thought, Draco draped his body over Harry, shielding him from the flying stones and bodies. He wrapped an arm under Harry's neck and another around his chest, placing his teary face on Harry's chest. He didn't want to live. None of this mattered. He didn't – his breath hitched at a deceptive thump under his cheek. He pushed his ear against Harry's chest, hoping against hope that he – another thump. "Harry?" Draco sobbed, trying to find the errant heartbeat again. He held his ear in place, relishing each arrhythmic thud he felt against it. "Harry, wake up," Draco whimpered, squeezing Harry tightly. The heart started to beat slowly and regularly. "Harry, you have to wake up now." Draco urged, pulling his head from Harry's chest to Harry's ear. "Wake up, Harry. Please," he whispered. "I love you so much, Harry…"

"I know."

Draco cried into Harry's shoulder, pressing kisses on his neck. "I thought I had lost you. I thought you had left me. I thought you – oh god, Harry. I love you. Don't leave me ever again, okay?"

"I won't. I love you, Draco," Harry said softly.

"We – we have to get out of here, Harry. It's – there's too much – and I don't know if he – we need to go," Draco stammered, pulling himself upright and searching for his wand. He realized that it was still in his pocket. He pulled it out, quickly casting a shielding charm over Harry and himself. "Are – are you alright?" he asked, glancing over Harry to see if he was hurt.

Harry grunted, sitting up gingerly. "I thought I was dead…" he said vaguely.

"Me too," Draco said, laughing hysterically. "But I guess killing you isn't that easy." To anyone else watching the boys must've looked ridiculous, sitting in the middle of a war zone and laughing through tears. Draco scrambled up to his feet, holding the charm. He helped Harry up, supporting some of his weight. "You can walk?"

Harry nodded, shaking away the pins and needles from his legs. "I feel surprisingly good for being dead."

"You aren't dead, Harry. If you were, you'd probably be finding yourself in a sunny field or floating on clouds or some kind of bullshit. Why would you be back in this hell hole?" Draco asked, feeling a rush of euphoria at being able to talk to Harry again - at being able to touch his warm skin again. He pulled Harry into an empty classroom, away from the madness in the hallway. "Sit," he ordered, pushing Harry into the chair.

"This hell hole is our school, Draco," Harry grumbled as he sat down. "And I feel fine!" he added as an afterthought, getting up from the chair.

"You're not fine until I'm fine. And I'm not fine yet," Draco said, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders and pushing him back on the chair. Draco felt his legs wavering as the nausea caught up to him. His fingers dug into Harry shoulders as he sagged.

"Draco?"

"Just dizzy," Draco said vaguely, letting go of Harry and leaning against the desk.

"You're bleeding."

"Hmm?"

"Fuck, you're bleeding!" Harry said, jumping out of his chair and frantically trying to staunch the blood that was pouring out of Draco's chest.

"Oh." Draco let Harry pull of his robe and rip open his blood soaked shirt. "It doesn't hurt… I can't believe you're alive."

Harry tried to stop the blood that was streaming out of Draco's chest. There was so much blood and he couldn't tell how deep the wound was. "How'd this happen?" he asked, pushing Draco's shirt against the cut, trying to clot it. Draco didn't answer. "How'd this happen?" Harry asked again. The blood was soaking through faster than Harry could imagine. He heard Draco's breath rattling in his throat. "Draco, how – " Harry started asking, but was startled to a halt when Draco fell onto his shoulder. "Fuck," Harry swore loudly, trying to support Draco's weight as he slid to the ground. He laid Draco on the floor, quickly conjuring thick bandages. He stuck them on Draco's chest, applying pressure.

"It's okay, Harry," Draco kept repeating.

"How the fuck is this okay?" Harry snapped, cleaning up the caked blood on Draco's body with a swish of his wand. "What happened? Tell me what happened!"

"I – I don't know," Draco murmured, trying to remember if he had been hit. "I don't know."

"Oh god, it's not stopping," Harry breathed, his eyes frantic. "I have to – I need to go get help, Draco. Stay with me, okay? Please," Harry begged.

Draco gave Harry a dreamy smile. "Harry," he said softly. "You know I'm not going to leave you, right?"

Harry nodded through his tears, kissing Draco's cheeks softly.

"You don't believe me? I'm not going to die, Harry."

"Why?"

"Because you didn't…" Professor Snape burst into the room. Draco smiled faintly. "See. Uncle Sev's here. I'm not going to die," he said, finally succumbing to the inviting darkness.

"Ugh, such high expectations," Snape mumbled, kneeling beside Harry's bewildered figure. "Potter, consider yourself lucky that I'm feeling generous today. I have half a mind to give you detention for the rest of the year for what you did to him."

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Draco woke up to the scent of apples and mint. He wrinkled his nose and cracked open his eyes. He groaned at the sunlight streaming in from the windows. He was in the Hospital Wing.

"Finally," Harry grumbled. Draco heard slight rustling as Harry put down the book and sat on the edge of Draco's bed.

"It's too fucking bright," Draco muttered, flipping on his side and burying his head against Harry's thigh.

"Not much I can do about that," Harry said, absently rubbing Draco's back. "Feeling fine?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah…"

"So, what happened?" Draco asked, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist and pulling him onto the middle of the bed. He laid his head on Harry's lap, hugging him tight.

"Um… Well, for one thing, you aren't dead. And neither am I." Draco didn't bother with a sarcastic comment. He waited for Harry to continue. "I'm not too sure about Voldemort's situation though. The school is ruined. Voldemort's Army was – well, some of them ran away and most of them are being sent to Azkaban. I thi –"

"Wait," Draco interrupted. "How am I not dead?"

"You said you wouldn't die because I didn't."

"I said that?"

"Yeah. You didn't let me finish though. Guess what else happened?"

"What?"

Harry grinned at Draco's thoughtful profile as he played with the blond hair. "You're the new Boy-Who-Lived."

"Um… What?"

"You've even got a scar to prove it."

"Fuck!" Draco swore, shooting out of Harry's lap. Draco clapped his hand to his forehead in shock.

Harry laughed at Draco's frantic face. "Don't worry, it's not there. Wouldn't want to spoil such a precious face. It's here," he said between his laughs, touching Draco's chest lightly.

Draco fumbled with the buttons on his hospital clothes, wrenching it open. There it was, a starburst above his heart. It was paler than the rest of his skin, the size of a Snitch. Soft wavers flew out of the center of the circle, disappearing into the rest of his skin like the rays of sun. Draco gently touched it, swallowing down his nerves. "Whoa."

"Yeah, you're pretty bad ass now," Harry said slyly.

"So he couldn't kill me because – because of what you did…" Draco said in a soft tone, looking up at Harry's brilliant green eyes. "Because you – but you didn't. How are you not dead?"

Harry sighed, rolling his eyes. "Long story. Voldemort didn't kill me. He killed a part of himself that was in me. Blah, blah, blah, I'm alive, you're alive, he's gone for now, and we can all live happily ever after until he shows up again. I really need a kiss, Draco…"

Draco didn't need to be prompted twice. He pounced on Harry, pushing him onto the mattress as he smothered him with kisses. Harry's hands roamed against Draco's body, pulling his close. Draco settled beside Harry, tasting every inch of his mouth as he breathed in deeply. Harry's knee slid between Draco's thighs, his legs wrapping around Draco's as he shifted closer. Draco's arm snaked down Harry's back and he moved him closer still. Their tongues tangled in their frenzy. They fit against each other perfectly as they kissed to their heart's content.

"I love you so much," Harry murmured.

"I know."

"Harry Potter, I'm going to throw up if you don't stop right now!"

Harry and Draco jumped at the loud shriek, teeth knocking, elbows jabbing and legs fumbling. They broke apart quickly, swearing when they bruised each other in their hurry. They scrambled to the opposite sides of the bed, breathing heavily. Ginny had her hands on her hips, looking unnervingly like Molly who had just walked in on Fred and George's pranks. Harry blushed furiously, trying to wipe his mouth without seeming obvious. Draco quickly did his buttons, staring at the bed. Ron and Hermione were hiding their grins behind their hands.

"You never kissed me like that, you little prick!" Ginny said fiercely. "You held out on me."

"I – that is – I didn't – um… Sorry?"

"Damn right, you're sorry!"

Draco was starting to regain his composure when he heard Ginny's glib remarks. "She's like your sister?" he asked Harry incredulously.

"Er…"

"And you!" Ginny hissed, turning to Draco. "You stole my boyfriend."

"Well, obviously he likes me better," Draco hissed back, crawling up to Harry and wrapping his arm around his waist.

"Um…"

"Stuff it up the arse, Malfoy," Ginny said forcefully.

"Already have," Draco replied, flipping her the two-fingered salute.

"Oh god." Harry was about to die of mortification.

"Wh – what?" Ginny asked, her eyes wide.

"I said, I already have," Draco repeated tauntingly.

"Oh yeah, Ginny, guess we forgot to tell you. They've been having sex for two weeks now," Ron commented, hiding behind Hermione after he said it.

"What?" Ginny shrieked. "We broke up two weeks ago!" she yelled at Harry.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. I really am. I just – he's – we – sorry!" Harry stammered, furiously jabbing Draco in the ribs.

Ginny snarled with exasperation. "Malfoy! I should hex your balls off right now!"

Draco shifted Harry in front of him, hugging him close. "Think of poor Harry," he said, fluttering his lashes.

Ginny stormed towards the bed furiously. Harry knew what was coming and he ducked. Draco wasn't fast enough and got socked in the jaw with Ginny's fist. "If you ever scare Harry like that again, I'll make sure to kill you myself."

Draco blinked back the stars dancing in front of his eyes. "That fucking hurt," he groaned, gently touching his throbbing jaw.

"Good, it was supposed to," Ginny said, sticking her tongue out at Draco. "Sorry, Harry. He asked for it," she muttered at Harry's crouching figure. Harry made a strangled noise in response, not sure whether to laugh or be angry.

Draco sighed in frustration. "Okay, now that we have the melodramatics out of the way, can Harry and I get back to snogging?" he asked.

"Ugh, just wait until we're out of the room," Ginny said, shuddering. She all but ran out of the room as Draco dragged Harry back up and onto his lips. Ron and Hermione followed her out, struggling to control their laughs.

"She's right, you know?" Harry said as he nestled against Draco's body again, his head against the pillow.

"Which part?" Draco asked, moving his lips against Harry's as he spoke.

"That you should never scare me like that again."

"I won't if you don't."

"Okay."