Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, I am just a loyal fan, nor do I own or did I write the lyrics to the song 'So Close' It was written by, Alan Menken and Stephen Schwartz, for the Disney movie Enchanted and is performed by Jon Mclaughlin.

Warning: This chapter is Rated M

The Secret Keeper

Chapter Six-

Draco flew through his own fireplace not too many seconds later. He gave a little spin and ran a hand through his hair a smile plastered on his face.

"Someone looks incredibly happy," he heard a soft drawling voice that was very much like his own, only feminine, say.

Draco stopped, a blush was creeping up on his cheeks and he was very glad that he wasn't facing her. He collected himself and turned around slowly.

"Mother?" he furrowed his eyebrows, "Pansy, Astoria? What are you doing here?" his eyes shifted to the two women who were sitting across from his mother, two dainty china teacups held softly in their hands.

"Well, I'm always here nowadays," Astoria answered shrugging.

"And Narcissa missed me, so she invited me over for tea," Pansy smirked, she hadn't quite perfected the art to Draco's standards but she was almost there. "But enough about us, Story tells me you left late last night, and didn't come back."

He turned to Astoria, "Ever the secret keeper Astoria," he muttered.

"Hey, they don't just call me Story, only because of my name, everything I say, sparks interest," she winked at him and blew a kiss.

"So where were you darling?" Pansy questioned, as if she didn't already know the answer, amusement etched on her features.

"I called upon you for breakfast and was shocked to find you gone, Astoria was asleep in your room, no doubt waiting for you," his mother joined in.

"Isn't that peculiar?" Pansy quipped.

"Peculiar," said Astoria.

All three woman looked at each other than back to him quickly, their eyes smiling.

"So…?" Draco trailed off. "Bunch of nosy twits," he muttered under his breath.

"So did you lay him out?" Astoria wriggled her eyebrows.

Draco blushed a brilliant red and looked around for something to throw at her, he sighed heavily when there was nothing he was willing to sacrifice surrounding him and decided upon just placing his arms at his side.

"No, we just spoke."

"What in heavens name are you three on about?" Draco's mother asked quite amused.

"Oh it's a long story," Pansy said her eyes never leaving Draco, " Why don't you enlighten Lady Malfoy, Draco darling." It was more a command than a question.

Astoria patted the seat beside her then caressed the soft fabric of the chair, "Yes Draco sit, and talk."

Draco sneered.

What are you girls playing at?

He wasn't exactly happy about having this conversation with his mother, however, he never denied her anything. Sneer still plastered across his face, he walked over to the women, sat down beside them and prepared for a long awkward talk.

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"Harry are you okay?" Hermione scrunched her eyebrows and turned to look back at Harry as she stood in front of the mirror. "You've seemed a bit out of it for the past two and a half weeks," she sighed. 'Maybe more,' she thought. 'I just always passed it off as post-war depression, now that I know about Malfoy it all seems to fall together…Harry spoke on Malfoy's behalf at Wizengamot…that day at the Leaky Cauldron…him stumbling drunk out of the toilets during the Ball last month…and so much more, so much from the past,' she shook her head disappointed in herself, 'I'm a terrible friend, I never noticed.'

That was why she had taken the news about Malfoy so well. Having missed so much of that, she figured she might as well make up for it by being understanding.

She was doing her last and final official fitting before she would be getting married tomorrow. She was so overjoyed and happy she thought she could burst into tears. But her smile could not come, not when she was so close to Harry knowing he was pushing himself away from the one he loved. She thought he had been serious when he chose Ginny, but now she was watching and the Harry she observed didn't look happy with his decision at all.

"I'm fine 'Mione, really," he replied shaking her from her thoughts. "I'm just so happy for you and Ron. You look so beautiful in that dress and you guys just look so happy together. I'm really…" he stopped when he realized a tear had escaped his left eye.

"When you cry because you're happy…" Hermione sat down beside him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "The first tear usually comes from the right eye." He looked at her strangely. "The wonders of psychology," she said shrugging her shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he began.

"Don't be," she placed a finger against his lips, "Just try to cheer up, chin up and think really hard about what's truly in your heart. And try not to get tears all over my dress, that's my job."

He chuckled softly.

"Mione, I think I'm gonna go home early," whispered Harry as he picked his head up off her shoulders. "I don't think I'm going to go out and eat with you I'm sorry."

"That's fine," she smiled. "I'll let you off early. It was really kind of you to come with me to pick up the dress. Especially considering I'm doing it so late in the game because I just couldn't have it in the house and have Ronald stumble upon it by accident."

"Its perfectly fine I'm just a little tired." It was true he was tired, and technically, Ginny was supposed to be here with Hermione but she'd made some excuse about being busy.

When he apparated into his flat, Harry Potter finally realized how tired he truly was, unfortunately he wouldn't get much rest this night. As soon as he had settled he was startled by a strange noise from upstairs. He looked up and furrowed his eyebrows. He was home early.

No one should be here but me. Oh, yes perhaps Ginny.

He made his way up the stairs and followed the strange sounds to his bedroom. As he got closer he recognized Ginny's voice.

She was whispering. He heard her squeal.

She moaned.

Then Harry Potter heard a name he'd never heard before in his life.

"Oh Evan…"

She was- Harry couldn't even think it- his mouth had gone dry, he felt like the air had been squeezed from his lungs very quickly. Before he knew it he was pushing the door open roughly.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he screamed at what he thought were the top of his lungs.

Ginny grabbed the sheet beside her and covered herself with it very quickly, as she and a very naked gentleman flew apart from each other.

There was an awkward two seconds of silence, where Harry just stood in the doorway staring, Ginny's mouth opened and closed looking for something to say and the other man stood awkwardly trying to cover his now dwindling erection.

Harry drew his wand and looked at the other man with venom in his eyes. He stepped closer to him doing everything in his power to hold back shouting a spew of curses at the other man, starting with some 'Unforgivables' and 'Sectumsempra'. Upon closer inspection, he was loathe to realize it was the man from the Minister's Ball. The one that asked Ginny to dance.

"Harry, baby, don't hurt him please," Ginny jumped up from the bed and stood between Harry and the other man, her hands upon Harry's chest, pleading. She was now wearing a large T-shirt.

"What were you thinking?" Harry said more to Evan than to Ginny, "I could tear you apart with just my mind." Harry hated reminding people who he was, quite frankly it relieved him to think someone wasn't afraid of him, but Evan had to be completely daft.

Harry was fuming, Ginny's eyes began to tear up.

"Harry we can talk, please, don't be angry."

"Don't be angry?" he looked at Evan who still had not said anything, "Get the FUCK out of my house!"

"Your house?" he asked looking bewildered.

"Yes MY HOUSE, you fucking arse, before you end up worse than Voldemort."

Evan took this as his cue. He didn't dare argue, he finally moved to grab his clothes up off the floor and fled the room, Ginny followed him down the stairs into the living room and locked the door when the man ran out.

She turned around to find Harry pacing a few feet away from her.

"Harry…" she began.

"NO!" Harry yelled and stopped pacing. "I come home from helping my best mate finish preparations for their wedding tomorrow, to my fiance, fucking another man!"

"Well you honestly can't say it was all my fault! You never touch me…"

"In my home?" Harry asked stepping closer, "Does he not have a house, where he can take whores like you?"

Ginny looked taken aback by the insult, tears were streaming down her face but her red hot temper made her hold her ground. She slapped him, and Harry stared at her with malice in his eyes.

"He's married…"

"Oh he's married, bet he didn't want to risk his marriage!" Harry balled his fists. "A hotel maybe? They take whores there all the time!"

"Well I was only getting you back!"

Harry could have smacked her, "Back for what?"

She ran passed him and up the stairs, he followed suit, confused at what she could possibly mean. When he reached the door he found Ginny again. standing holding a pair of black silk boxers. They were Draco's he'd left them when he had Floo'd away so quickly…but how could she possible know?

"Explain," she said.

"Boxers Ginny?" He asked faking amusement.

"I was cleaning, and I came upon these, I thought, 'Oh wow these are nice, why haven't I ever seen Harry wearing them,' but then I looked at the stitching and found this!" she held it to his face for him to see.

There in beautiful silver thread, embroidered upon the hem of the boxers were the words:

D. Malfoy

Harry was speechless.

Ginny huffed, stepped forward feeling a lot more confident now, "Figures a pompous creep like Malfoy would stitch his name upon his knickers. That fucking Slytherin slime. That Death Eater trash!"

"Don't you dare talk about Draco that way!" The two light bulbs in the fixture on the ceiling burst. Ginny winced but found composure quickly.

"He's 'Draco' now is he? I knew it, and here I thought you were fucking that Lovegood freak."

"Don't you speak about Luna that way and don't you dare try to turn this on me!"

"What was Malfoy doing here, Harry?" she crossed her arms over her chest, "I highly doubt you invited him over for tea and biscuits, unless that's code word for something because he surely didn't leave with his clothes."

"That's it, we're through! The marriage is off!"

Ginny laughed, "You won't answer my question." she smirked. "Because you're a pouf."

Harry pulled his wand out and held it to her neck.

"Are you going to curse me?"

He softened his hold on his wand and stared at her bewildered, there was something mischievous in her eyes, something evil. She laughed.

"Oh we're getting married, otherwise everyone is going to know the Golden Boy takes it up the arse from Death Eaters. I booked the place for the end of April. We're getting married soon whether you liked it or not. I will be Mrs. Harry Potter. And you're going to stop seeing him. Or else"

Harry didn't even need to ask what or else meant.

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Weeks.

It had been weeks, since Draco's last encounter with Harry and he was going mad. The new year had come and gone and Draco Malfoy just sat in his room feeling sorry for himself. Even two whole bloody weeks into the month of January and the man still hadn't even sent a letter. Potter had done it again, he had brought up all of Draco's hopes and dreams only to crush them just as quickly as they had come. He was beside himself with grief. Draco was beginning to depress everyone around him beginning with the house elves and ending with Astoria, and depressing Astoria Greengrass was virtually impossible. Even after Draco announced he wouldn't be honoring their arranged marriage agreement because he was gay, Astoria just sort of shrugged it off and became his very best friend.

"I'm not going!"

"Draco Malfoy you are my date! You are attending the Weasley wedding with me whether you like it or not!"

"I'm not!"

"Potter will be there!"

"That's what I'm worried about!"

"Oh stop being such a baby, dress and unlock this door, because no matter what you say, you're coming with me!"

"Oh really? Make me!"

"Honestly, Hogwarts Astoria? Could they have been more tacky?"

Astoria chuckled and held tightly unto Draco's arm as they stepped into the Hogwarts garden.

"It only seems fitting, Granger is quite the bookworm, the school was her haven."

"But in the snow? Honestly these shoes were imported from Italy!"

Astoria rolled her eyes and waved to a former classmate. "Just be grateful for warming charms."

"Oh goodness, am I expected to mingle with people I went to class with?"

"Of course you are darling, what did you expect? You are Draco Malfoy, you're hardly invisible even after the whole Death Eater fiasco.

Draco let out a very uncharacteristic growl, "I'd hardly call it a fiasco," he scratched the skin of his wrist beneath his dress robes.

This 'fiasco' is a big reason why me and Harry can't be together.

Astoria smiled good naturedly as Justin Finch-Fletchley walked up to them looking rather…dull actually, Draco didn't think it was much of a surprise.

"Oh no, a muggleborn Hufflepuff," he whispered. "Hide me."

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Harry stood beside Ronald smiling widely. It almost took his mind off of all the drama he had faced for the past few weeks to see the happiness on his best mates face.

"How do I look?" Ron asked turning to Harry smiling awkwardly.

His black dress robes were perfect. They were elegant with the precise amount of flair. Or at least that's how Fleur had put it.

"Great," Harry said hugging him tight and patting him on the back, pulling away again quickly.

"I'm so nervous mate!" his shoulders dropped and he leaned his head against the mirror,

"I'm excited, and happy, but I'm so scared."

Harry laughed, "And here I thought that killer bachelor party we threw you would be enough to ease you off into tying the knot."

"You make it sound so final," Ron laughed.

"No, its brilliant, it's a new beginning, you're very lucky to be with the one you love. I know you'll have that forever."

Ron softened a bit, and brought his broad shoulders back to a strong and confident position. "You're lucky too, you have Gin, and in a few months this will be you freaking out."

Harry grunted, "Yeah…"

xoxo

Harry had to admit, he had questioned Hermione's judgment when she said she'd wanted to marry in the winter. He thought she had gone off her rocker. She'd wanted snow at her wedding, and not randomly magicked snow in the middle of July. Harry really believed it would be inconvenient, messy and cold, but he was surprised to find out how easily, nature could be manipulated with a wave of your wand to be a bit more manageable in situations like this. He wondered why he'd never thought of some of these fixes while he was attending Hogwarts and had to walk the grounds during winter. The snow really was beautiful and was perfect for photos. Hermione had also made sure to find the most competent photographer she could find, taking pictures with snow covering most of your surrounding area wasn't easy considering that snow was blinding.

He sat with the rest of the groomsmen and bridesmaids waiting for the ceremony to begin. Ginny was staring at him from across the Entrance Hall, but Harry was intent upon ignoring her. He didn't want to interact with her anymore than he needed too.

Arthur Weasley walked in and clapped his hands, "Is everyone quite ready?"

The pairs were lined up and assembled ready to walk down the aisle. All of the bridesmaids were wearing the same royal blue soft and dainty dress. While the groomsman dawned matching tuxedos. Ginny and Harry were the Maid of Honor and Best Man.

Neville and their newly acquired friend Emily walked out first. They were followed by George and Pavarti, Fred and Luna, Bill and Fleur. Finally it was Harry and Ginny's turn to walk down. He stood beside her and looked at her with empty eyes, she wrapped her arm in his and it took all his strength not to push her away. He put on his best strained smile and walked down with her silently and slowly to the music.

It was so strange seeing everything from this perspective, all the people he knew were seated and staring up at him as he walked down the aisle. It was very annerving, a small voice in his head was telling him to hightail it out of there and it wasn't even his wedding. He glanced around nervously, he didn't realize it was going to take this long to get to the alter. His eyes met with Draco's for a fraction of a second and he felt his whole mood lighten.

'He came. Even though we haven't spoken since that morning when he left, he still came. He still hasn't abandoned me…I don't deserve him.'

Harry shifted his eyes towards the front again and caught Molly sending him a thumbs up sign. He and Ginny reached the alter, and to his joy separated. Harry took his stance beside Bill they turned to each other and smiled warmly.

Next Ron came walking down, looking completely flustered and smiling like he had just won a million galleons. Well that's what Harry supposed it must feel like it, marrying the love of your life seemed so incredible. Harry's heart sank a bit when he thought about the fact that he'd never have what they do.

Then Hermione walked in, her arm latched around her father's elbow. Everyone's head turned to the back. They stopped for a second and allowed everyone to catch their breath. Hermione looked so breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair and makeup were perfect, and her dress was just magnificent. It was white with silver trimming, crystals around her waist and a skirt so large she looked like a princess straight out of a fairytale book. Even though Harry had seen the dress just the night before, today it just seemed to glow. No Hermione was glowing, she was so happy it made her all the more beautiful.

Harry looked back at Ron who was smiling so widely that if he widened his smile anymore, his face would break into two.

The color rose in Hermione's cheeks as she looked into Ron's eyes and they silently shared an 'I Love You.' Harry found himself staring directly into Draco's eyes at that moment, only his was a silent plea for forgiveness.

Hagrid had trained a group of six Hipprogriffs (including Buckbeak) to bow when Hermione stepped to the alter. He beamed with pride, tears falling from his eyes when they did, just that.

Mr. Granger bowed and gave Hermione away to Ron, before walking away. The couple stood side by side in front of the judge.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…" he began.

xoxo

After the hand fasting ceremony was over everyone made their way into the Great Hall for the reception. Harry was finally given time to greet his former Professors and a few of his favorite classmates. Even Severus Snape had given him his usual sneer as he spat the word, "Potter," as though Harry's name was poison on his lips.

For a while Harry sat in a corner, mostly avoiding Ginny. Hermione and Ron had already had their first dance and Hermione danced with her father. Dinner had been delicious, and Harry had made a rather funny speech if he did say so himself. Now everyone seemed to be dancing and having a good time.

"I didn't know you had it in you," a cold voice whispered from behind him.

Harry felt a shiver go down his spine he didn't bother looking up, he knew who it was.

"Hello, Draco, I'm glad you came…" Harry whispered, trying his best to compose himself as Draco bent closer to his ear and his soft lips brushed against his skin.

"Could've fooled me. Honestly Harry not even an owl."

Harry opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find any words. A slow song began to play and Harry felt like his heart would burst from his chest.

"I've missed you," Draco whispered against his neck.

"I…I've missed you too," Harry said back his voice wavering a bit as he adjusted to the tight feeling in his chest.

"May I have this dance?" Draco reached out a hand in front of Harry.

The brunette's eyes opened wide in surprise.

"Someone will see!" he hissed.

"I don't care it's just a dance, now take my hand!"

Harry obeyed and allowed himself to be softly pulled unto the dance floor.

He felt Draco's hand upon his waist and he thought he would faint.

'This can't be happening,' he thought panicking.

'Oh, but it is.'

Draco drew him close, and whispered in his ear as the fingers of their right hands intertwined, "When I'm this close to you, I feel so at peace."

Harry blushed a deep red, "I know what you mean."

"This whole thing started over my silly possessiveness, and grew into something that was bigger than I could ever hope to be."

Harry's heart sped up in his chest. "I…"

"Granger looked so pretty up there, so happy," Draco groaned and Harry knew he was rolling his eyes. "Never thought you'd hear me say that, yeah?"

Harry nodded and smiled.

"Even Hagrid did something right for a change," Draco chuckled, "Seeing your friends so genuinely happy, made me realize that I'd probably never be able to feel like that, as long as I keep letting my obligations get in the way. Or at least that's how my mother put it."

Harry pulled away surprised and looked into Draco's eyes. "You told your mother?"

Draco gave a slight nod. They had stopped dancing and just looked into each others eyes for what felt like ages.

Harry leaned in and Draco turned his face. "It's bad enough you're dancing with me, you don't want a million and one of your mates wondering why you're snogging Draco Malfoy at the Weasley wedding."

Harry nodded realizing where he was, and they pulled apart.

"Convenient, this wedding being on Hogwarts ground, don't you think?" Draco whispered.

"I hardly think that's appropriate Draco," Harry looked at him sternly.

Draco chuckled, "Sorry Golden Boy, just thought if maybe you'd like to sneak away and talk because we've barely had the chance, tonight would be an excellent time. If you decide you want to, you know where I'll be."

And with that Draco turned and walked away.

xoxo

It had been twenty bloody minutes and Draco was beginning to think Harry wasn't going to show. He had just about given up when he heard the door to the Room of Requirement open and close very softly.

"Draco…" he heard Harry whisper softly and they stared at each other for what seemed like ages.

"You decided to come," Draco finally broke the silence, causing Harry to step forward and approach him where he stood beside the bed.

"Sorry about the bed," Draco said. "I guess it was just so used to what we always wanted before when we snuck around up here."

"That's fine Draco," Harry said sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling Draco's arm so he could sit down with him.

"Harry, what's wrong?" the blond whispered while looking into Harry's eyes.

"Draco," Harry began and Draco looked on curiously, "Do you think I'm a bad person?"

"Of course not," Draco's answer was short to the point and so confident he had to be telling the truth, Harry hadn't expected it and the beats sped up in his chest.

Draco looked down at his wrist. His white button down was covering it but they both knew what he was gesturing towards. Harry took his wrist in his hands and pulled the soft fabric up revealing the pale Dark Mark.

Then Harry did something Draco was not expecting, he bent down and kissed it. Draco felt electricity shoot up from his arm and down into his whole body. For a second it felt like all his worries and cares had disappeared. It was the complete opposite of the burn he felt when Voldemort touched it, or when he had called upon them. He was left with a warm sensation upon his skin that reminded him that he was alive, more than any pain possibly could.

Harry lifted his face to look back into Draco's eyes and the blond moved Harry's bang to the side revealing his lightening bolt scar. He ran his finger over it slowly, before pressing his lips against it. He felt Harry shudder against him. He kissed Harry's nose and traveled down sweeping Harry's lips in a slow yet demanding kiss, pulling him in close to him.

You're in my arms

And all the world is calm

The music playing on for only two

So close together

And when I'm with you

So close to feeling alive

The kiss deepened, and Draco placed his hand on the small of Harry's back to steady himself. Harry's hands found their way into Draco's soft hair as he pulled on the stands roughly eliciting a moan from the eager blond. Harry brought his hands around Draco's face and cupped his jaw, trying with all his might to bring the other man closer, if that were even possible, he brought his hands down to Draco's chest and began slowly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Draco took it as his cue to slowly slip off Harry's dress robes and discard them in the pile that his had been thrown in before Harry had even walked into the room. He pulled Harry's buttons away very quickly and they were pulling their shirts off one after the other. They pulled their undershirts up over their heads and moaned when the skin of their abdomens touched.

Harry positioned himself back against the headboard and grabbed Draco by his elbow to lay a top him. They flicked their shoes off never unlocking their lips until Draco pulled away to look into Harry's eyes. They were so true, so open, so vulnerable. Draco hated the idea of having to go a lifetime without looking into those beautiful emeralds. Draco blinked several times to free himself from Harry's gaze, he couldn't let himself give in completely, he didn't want to get hurt again.

A life goes by

Romantic dreams must die

So I bid mine goodbye

And never knew

Harry pulled Draco into another kiss and the blond groaned when Harry's tongue flicked against his bottom lip. Draco led a trail of kisses around to Harry's ear and licked and sucked at the lobe, feeling accomplished when he felt Harry buck beneath him. They quickly removed each others trouser's. Draco felt suddenly strangely embarrassed by his nakedness. He looked down at Harry who was still down against the bed looking up at him with hungry eyes.

"You're beautiful…" Harry whispered.

Draco felt his heart swell. He wanted to give Harry all of him at that moment. He wanted to drink in Harry's essence, bask in the decadence of everything that was Harry. He lunged down unto Harry capturing his lips in another heated kiss and grinding their bodies closely together.

So close was waiting

Waiting here with you

And now forever I know

All that I want is

To hold you so close

He placed a soft line of kisses down Harry's neck stopping at his chest. He took one of Harry's swollen nipples into his mouth and played with it with his teeth, causing Harry to groan and pull at his hair. Draco held one hand against the bed to hold himself up and placed one hand softly upon Harry's hip and kissed Harry's forehead one more time. Draco wanted so badly to enter Harry, and feel the other man writhing beneath him with every thrust, but he knew he had to be patient and go slow, it had been quite a while.

So close to reaching

That famous happy ending

Almost believing

That this one's not pretend

And now you're beside me

And look how far we've come

Draco removed his right hand from its position on Harry's hip and used it to grip his erect member. Harry let out a hiss and bit Draco's bottom lip as Draco's fist tightly stroked him. Draco used his thumb to spread the pre-cum that had escaped from Harry's slit and then brought it to his lips and licked. Harry's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he watched the display and he swept Draco's lips into another kiss. Draco reached over unto the nightstand where a tub of lubricant had seemed to appear and coated his fingers, he positioned one at Harry's entrance and was about to push in when Harry's hand grasped his wrist stopping him. Draco looked down at him confused.

Does he not want it? I was so sure.

"No, Draco," whispered Harry, "I want to feel you stretch me, I don't want to be prepared." Harry blushed in slight embarrassment.

Draco nodded, and used the lubricant upon his member instead, stroking himself ever so slowly until he just couldn't take it any longer. He wanted to feel Harry squeezing tight around him.

He positioned himself at Harry's entrance and with one long push entered him. They both let out a strangled groan when his full length was finally thrusted inside. He stayed still for several seconds reveling in the beauty of their bodies being as one as he placed his hand upon Harry's hip again making circles with his thumb against the soft skin. It was magnificent to be close to Harry again, it felt like forever since they'd been this close.

And look how far we've come

So far, we are, so close

They kissed again as Draco finally began to thrust in and out. Harry had finally adjusted to the intrusion and was grinding back against Draco hungrily, all thoughts of pain thrown away and replaced by a burning pleasure he felt all the way down to his core. He scratched hard down Draco's arm and was sure he had drawn blood, or at least left a trail of broken skin. Draco moaned loudly and bit down unto to Harry's shoulder before taking the brunette's erection into his hand and stroking gently. Harry bucked his hips forward and pushed himself deeper unto Draco's cock wrapping his ankles against Draco's buttocks.

"Oh, oh Draco…" Harry groaned deep into the other man's shoulder.

Draco could tell Harry was close and he sped up his thrusts as well as his strokes on Harry's penis. He didn't want this moment to end, because he didn't know when they would be back here like this again, together, so close. Draco wished it could go on forever but he felt Harry's muscles clenching and knew what that meant. Harry was soon going to come and he knew once that happened he wouldn't be able to hold back his own orgasm.

Oh,

How could I face the faceless days

If I should lose you now?

Harry was so close Draco could feel it, he counted the thrusts up until Harry was spill into his hands, three, two, one. A spurt to thick white liquid came shooting out of Harry's tip coating Draco's hand as he continued to stroke him to completion, spilling out upon Harry's stomach and lower chest.

"Draco…" moaned Harry as though he was straining for oxygen.

Draco felt the contractions of the muscles of Harry's bum against him and was coming not too soon after as he pushed himself deep into Harry with one final thrust.

"Harry," he replied just as breathlessly.

He collapsed on top of him and sighed contently, happy that the tension had finally reached its crescendo and that he was finally regaining himself, but oh so disappointed that it was over. They'd have to go back to the party and act like none of this had ever happened. He knew this was goodbye.

We're so close

To reaching that famous happy ending

Draco lifted himself and looked down at Harry who stared back solemnly. Harry sat up and stood on the opposite side of the bed and walked around to gather his things.

"Harry," Draco started, but realized he didn't know what to say, what did he expect, a bold declaration of love? For Harry to denounce the Weaslette and run off with him like this was some sort of fairytale?

"Draco," Harry said once they were both buttoned their blouses. He pulled his dress robes on and said a quick spell, to remove any wrinkles and signs that he had ever taken them off before continuing, "I love you," he stepped closer and took Draco's hands in his.

Draco felt butterflies build up in his stomach and his heart began thumping in his chest.

"I love you too!" Draco pecked Harry on the lips.

"But, this is my official goodbye, we can't see each other anymore after this, and I don't want you to try and contact me."

Draco stepped back a look of utter hurt plastered upon his face. He felt like his heart had been ripped out stepped on and Crucio'd for five days straight. He couldn't keep the tears from falling, he wanted to so bad. he didn't want Harry to see him cry but they fell all the same, and he couldn't stop their journey down his face.

"But, why?" He protested.

"Because it's wrong," stated Harry flatly.

"But if you love me, how can it be wrong?"

Harry shook his head and drew Draco into a hug. He pulled away and turned around and walked to the door not stopping until he stood in front of it. He turned the doorknob and pulled the door open before turning back to Draco.

"See you on the other side," he said softly, before walking out.

Almost believing this one's not pretend

Let's go on dreaming

For we know we are

So close

Draco sat back against the bed, he couldn't believe what he'd just heard, yet he couldn't exactly be surprised. He put his face in his hands and wept softly alone in the silence of the Room of Requirement. Wasn't that how this always ended? Ever since he realized his feelings for the man, disappointment always followed. They couldn't be together, and that wasn't going to change. Draco knew that all along.

Then why did it hurt so much?

So close

And still so far…

- Jon McLaughlin

tbc...

AN: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter uploaded xD I was really busy and then I suffered from an extreme case of writers block. I spent the past week being obsessed with the movie Enchanted for some strange reason and was so giddy when I came upon a fanfiction by an author by the name of OllyO111 that used the song 'So Close' from the ball room scene of the movie (It was like the strangest coincidence ever, it was fate so that the little mechanisms that connected my brain to my fingers could help me type again). This author did use the song in a completely different context then I did of course and I hope they don't mind that they were my inspiration because I really needed the song for this love scene. I'm not sure I'm completely proud of this chapter, but I guess you guys can be the judge my wonderful readers. This chapter was probably really depressing and I'm sorry for that as well as the fact that it took me so long to upload, but it did take me till about 3:20 this morning to finish (wooh!) and it is the longest chapter in this story so I hope that makes up for the late upload. I hope you enjoyed!