A/N: Slash (however mild) starts here!

[Thoughts]

Chapter6... Apologies

I woke up the next morning and instinctively looked for him, still no sign. [This isn't like him.] I ran through the halls to McGonagall's office.

"Professor its Harry he's been gone since yesterday." I panted.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy I know, he has been in a private room, he told me about your disagreement he is inside Gryfindor Tower, the password is Togetherness, I hope you can sort this out like adults. Good day Mr. Malfoy"

I nodded and thanked her before running off to find Harry. I sprinted up the staircase until I reached the sixth floor.

"Togetherness" I gasped when I reached the portrait of the fat lady. She swung open without protest and I ran inside.

"Has anyone seen Harry?" I asked. A few people nodded and pointed towards a door. I gingerly opened it and stepped inside. He was getting dressed bent over as I had been the previous morning to pull up his trousers.

"Harry," I whispered. "Harry I'm sorry, I didn't know, I."

I reached out and traced one of the long wide scars that ran down from his left shoulder blade to just above his jeans. The skin was hard and unforgiving. I started to cry.

"No one knew, its not your fault, you didn't do it to me. I shouldn't have snapped like that. I really am sorry for being so childish as to run off to Professor McGonagall and beg for somewhere else to stay." He turned to face me and wiped away the tears that had formed at my eyes.

"Don't cry baby." He whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling me. He pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead.

"Okay, so I've gone from Malfoy to Draco to Dray back to Malfoy to baby? That's quite a turnaround even for me." I joked trying to lighten the mood somewhat.

"Shut up, and..." He started but I silenced him.

I pressed my lips roughly against his catching the rest of his words, I ran a hand through his messy hair and used the other to guide us to the bed. In between kisses I mumbled spells to protect the room, or more the sanity of those around it.

"Dray stop." He managed to gasp.

I immediately backed off, "Oh god, have I done something wrong?" I asked sadly.

"No, no it's not that, I just don't want to rush this, cause," he took a long pause.

"Cause of what? Harry, I would never make you go further than you want to, I was only up for kissing and fooling around, I'm not ready for anything more than that anyway not since the war."

"You'd shag anything with a pulse before?" He mumbled.

"Before I almost lost you, and before I was free from my parents and from Voldemort." I told him.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" He asked shyly.

"Lots of reasons." I avoided his real question.

"Elaborate, baby, I won't be upset." I smiled at his use of the name baby.

"Okay. Firstly if in fourth year I'd come up to you and said Harry I'm in love with you, would you have believed me?"

"I guess not."

"And you were so busy with the tournament you didn't see me watching you and hoping you'd be okay. Second you didn't even know you were gay so I hadn't a clue, thirdly Voldemort would have found a way to use me to get to you. And also my father would have gone ballistic so I had my reasons love." I told him placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Can we go back to our room love?" I asked eventually.

"Mmmmm can we talk some more there?" He mumbled.

I nodded at him and helped him to his feet.