A/N: I know it's much drama, but isn't that the fun?

What's the point?

Life went on, but even harder now. He missed Harry. He missed the little conversations they had. He missed his lips against his own. Draco had finally made some progress with the Vanishing Cabinet he had found in the Room Harry showed him and soon it was time for him to do what he was told.

Draco stopped paying attention in classes a long time ago, just copying Blaise's notes, but now he didn't even know what they're talking about. As soon some teacher started talking about something, his mind slipped away to another dimension. A dimension where he and Harry were together.

After class ended Draco had to run to the Room and work on the Cabinet when he ran into someone and fell to the floor. His books flew out of his hands and on the person he ran into. He looked up and saw Harry. He gathered his books and stood up, tears burning in the corners of his eyes.

Harry looked as if he wanted to say something, his eyes shining with insecurity. When he didn't, Draco simply left. His chest was hurting, like a big stone were lying on it. A group of Rawenclaws girls stared at him in the corridors when he walked by them. When he finally reached the Room he broke down. He didn't even care to lean against a wall. His knees just gave away and he fell to the floor, crying like never before.

His life was just hell. Was there even a point to live? Soon he would be either rewarded or killed by the Dark Lord and he did not want neither to happen. Harry was gone too. He had no real friends and his father was in prison. His mother was living alone in the big dark Malfoy Manor with the Dark Lord as company. Was there a reason? Maybe I should end it right now, he thought, No one would care. Specially not Harry. So, what's the point? A window appeared behind him. He saw the rain rushing down like the sky was falling.

He opened it with a big effort. He almost fell when the hard wind hit him. He looked around the room and remembered all the hours he'd spend here trying to fix the Cabinet. He thought about the kiss with Harry. Draco stepped up to the window-frame. He was careful not to fall for some reason. Wasn't that the point? He thought.

He heard a noise behind him and remembered the last time he heard someone behind him. It was in the bathroom. Could it be..? He turned around and saw nothing. No one was there to stop him. No one cared. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Probably his last.

"DRACO! Don't!" two strong arm drove him backwards on the floor. Draco fell onto his savior with a hint of who it could be. "You told me to save you." Harry whispered in his ear with a voice that send shivers down his spine.

"You're such a dramaqueen." Draco said with irritated voice.

"Me?! Who the hell was just about to kill himself?!" Harry said, angry. Draco was about to punch him for stopping him but Harry was faster and took a hard but firm hold around Draco's shoulders and pushed him backwards against the wall. Draco didn't know what to think. Harry leaned forward and whispered "I know you're innocent. You're not doing this because you want to, it's because you have to. Right?" Draco nodded but he didn't need to. As harry said, he already knew.

Harry kissed him and licked Draco's lips, asking for entrance. Draco more than willingly open his mouth. Tongues were fighting and hands were touching. Right now, Draco wouldn't mind to die, because he would die happy.

A/N: so, I have written another chapter, but that's just reeeeaaally sappy and nothing major happens, so if you have any idea what should happen next (cuz I'm kinda stuck) please review and tell me :D Cyber cookies for all the reviewers, promise.