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Per te, per te, vivro

L'amore vincera

Con te, con te, avro

Mille giorni di felecita

Mille notti di senerita

Farò quello che mi chiederai
Andrò sempre dovunque tu andrai
Darò tutto l'amore che ho per te

Non devo dirtelo
Ormai già lo sai
Che morirei senza di te

As Draco walked away he remembered what Harry said in the graveyard. Was any of it true? He had no idea anymore. All he knew was that he loved the Gryffindor, that was all that mattered to him but he had no idea if Harry truly loved him back or not. Feeling the beginning of a headache coming on, he decided to lie down and take a nap. When he got to the hotel he found Harry sitting in his room.

"Harry?"
"Hello, my Dragon."

"How did you-?" Draco began but before he could finish the sentence, Harry was crossing the room and crushing his lips to Draco's.

When they broke apart they were both breathing heavy. Harry presses his forehead to Draco's. "Didn't you believe me when I said what I did?"

Draco shook his head. "Tell me those words again."

Harry smiled. "For you…Draco, for you, I'll live. Our love is going to win. With you…with you, I'll have hundreds of days of happiness, hundreds of days of serenity. I will do whatever you ask me too, I'll always go where you go. I will give all the love I feel to you."

Draco held Harry tightly. "I mustn't say this but by now you know…I would die without you."

Harry kissed Draco hard again before just holding the blonde. "I'm sorry if you thought I didn't care about you."

"Har-"

"No!" Harry said, cupping Draco's cheek. "It was never my intention to make you believe that I don't love you, especially when I'm pretty sure that you're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

Draco leaned his head against Harry's. "Hush, love, and let me explain something to you. Sit with me."

He led Harry to the small arm chair, pulling the raven-haired boy into his lap. "I've never known true love. So I have no idea if what I felt was what I thought it was. It must be me."

"Well, when you're in love it's hard to see it for yourself…give me your hand, Dray."
Draco gave Harry his hand and Harry placed it against his own chest.

"What do you feel?" Harry whispered.

Draco took a deep breath. "Your heart beating."

Harry shook his head. "It's not my heart…not anymore."

Draco opened his mouth, about to ask what he meant when Harry placed a finger to the blonde's lips. "It's your heart beating. My heart is yours, my Dragon." Harry said, resting his forehead against Draco's.

"It has been for a while now."

Draco smiled, kissing the man he loved. "Mine."