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Draco had gone to sleep with teary eyes. The fact that Harry had held him while he cried had only made the tears come faster. Harry against him felt…felt…

He fisted his hands against his bedspread. Words did no justice to how the feeling of a body, molded perfectly for his own, warm, firm, taunt, pressed against his own lonely chest, not to mention the body of a boy he'd loved for as long as it mattered, could make him feel.

He'd wanted to hold unto Harry forever, make him love him, force him to see that he needed him a hundred thousand times more than he let on. But he must have fallen asleep eventually, for he was in bed now, in a fetal position, his arms wrapped around his pillow, clinging.

He made no move to sit up. What for? He wasn't needed, and getting up would only result in the beginning of another dreadful day. He didn't care if he was moping, he had the right. There were two things he wanted in life. Harry, and children.

He'd never get Harry, the harsh reality had hit him years ago, and he wouldn't let himself be sucked into the glamour of entertaining such thoughts. But he had hoped, even for one night he'd be able to be surrounded by children and indulge in his Harry-related, happy-family related fantasy's.

So he was just a tad bit grumpy.

"Draco, get you're arse outta bed!" Harry said, entering the room and free-falling unto the bed, beside Draco. Draco flopped down and rolled away, happy when Harry grabbed his round the waist and drew him back.

"Com'n." Said Harry, staring at Draco intently. "I made you a special breakfast. You'll love it…" He coaxed.

"I don't want a bloody special breakfast." Draco mumbled, feeling miserable.

Harry stood, in feigned resignation, before turning back, scooping Draco up by his waist and dragging him out of his bed and downstairs. Draco protested but he made no move to release himself. "For someone straight you're awfully eager to hold me you know."

Harry said nothing, unruffled as he continued walking down the stairs. He set Draco down, who stood shakily, blinking at what was before him. The room was filled with children, of all ages, in all sorts of costumes. They all had adorable, smiling faces and looked up eagerly to Draco.

Draco's heart leapt into his throat. It was what he'd always dreamed of. He glanced to Harry, who simply smiled and shook his head. He couldn't wait any longer. The next few minutes was a frenzy of tiny hands and pumpkins, all eager to get their share of candy.

Draco felt like Santa giving it out, and he could see some parents through the door, standing there and watching him with bemused expressions on their faces. He didn't care.

He didn't know when, but it was too soon when Harry pulled him away, telling him the children had to leave.

"I only got a few minutes with em." Harry smiled apologetically, dragging small children away from Draco. "Sorry."

Draco sighed reluctantly, standing at the door and waving until each and every tiny head had gone a distance too far for him to see.

Harry smirked, pulling Draco from the doorway. "I'm assuming you enjoyed yourself." He said.

Draco felt words falling over themselves to get out of his mouth. "I can't…why?" He said, feeling his voice crack. "Why would you do that?"

Harry shrugged, feeling himself redden as Draco assumed a rather OC position and began to hug him. "I'm not totally heartless like you, you know." He teased, although he hugged Draco back tightly. "I don't like seeing people upset."

Draco sniffled into Harry's shirt, clinging to him in his totally random spout of submission. "Thank you…" He said, voice void of all sarcasm. "So much."

Harry held Draco tightly, the urge to kiss him infiltrating all sensible thoughts. Why couldn't he? Why did Ginny constantly have to affect everything he did in his life. 'Because she's still your girlfriend.' His mind told him, but his heart had no intention of listening to that.

Speak of the devil.

"So it's really true then." Ginny's voice cut into the room like a knife. "You've been gallivanting around with him the whole time I've been gone?"

Draco felt his throat constricting. All of the sassy Draco-esque quips he usually had handy had escaped him, leaving him dumb and witless.

Sadly Ginny didn't seem to have the same problem. "So I made the right choice to leave then."

"Oh please Ginny!" Harry said, pulling away from Draco to walk up to her." Draco's only here because you're not. Every time you feel like upping and leaving I'm stuck here, alone, wondering when you're coming back and what I did wrong this time. And when you do come back, its always up to me to make you feel better again, because it's always my fault and never yours!"

"It is always your fault." Ginny said coldly. "You could've told me you were gay from day one you know!"

"I'm not fucking gay! Just because you don't know how to treat me, you never did, you're going to label me. I'm trying to cling unto this house for us, for you! While you do god knows what, god knows where!"

"I was going to come back."

"I'm assuming the past-tense means you've changed your mind then."

"Yes."

"Good."

Ginny turned on her heels and stormed to the door, giving Draco one last seething look before slamming it behind her.

It was only when Draco took it in his that Harry realized his hand was shaking, as was the rest of him. "So…so that's that then." He said, managing a brave smile.

"Harry…" Draco said, again lost for words.

"I'm going to go back to bed." Harry said, pulling his hand from Draco's. "I had to wake up pretty early to get…everything…." He trailed off as he climbed up the stairs, Draco following closely behind him.

He kicked off his shoes as he got into his bedroom, and slid straight into bed without a word. His arms were welcoming though, and Draco managed to lay beside him with no protests. Harry pulled him close, and the way his body was shaking told him Harry was crying.

"We haven't been in love for a long time yet." Harry said, lifting a hand to begin slowly running it through Draco's hair. "But the finality is kind of…disturbing."

Draco tried not to think about how amazing Harry's body felt against his, or how close together they were, or how Harry was actually finally letting him in, or when they'd even gotten this close to start with.

He felt terrible, suddenly, for being partly at fault for making Harry feel like this in the first place. "I'm sorry." He said. "I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't want it to turn out like this."

"You didn't do anything wrong." Harry chocked out. "All you ever did was love me."

Draco managed a smile, but it didn't feel right. He didn't feel right. This didn't feel right. He was using Harry, and it wasn't working anyways. He knew what he had to do, but it hurt even thinking about it.

He'd do it though, for Harry, he'd do it.

But for now, he'd let Harry hold, him, he'd hold him back. For now he'd pretend that Harry was his.

"Pop the champagne! Two weeks are up!" Ron's cherry voice cut through the gloom of the house with a painful suddenness that had Draco cringing. Harry stood there, frowning at Ron and his total lack of all things couth.

"You should be screaming for joy!" Ron said, picking up Harry's hands and unsuccessfully trying to move them about in jubilation. "You'll keep the house and Draco'll be outta here!"

"Shut up Ron!" Harry snapped. "I'm not itching for Draco to leave. It doesn't matter anyways, even if this inspector thing works, I'll have no one to share it with. Me and Ginny are over. I don't even care anymore."

"So this whole thing was a waste?"

"No…it wasn't. Draco and I aren't enemies anymore Ron. That's…that's better than getting back with Ginny could be." Harry looked anywhere in the room but at Ron, who was staring at him in total confusion.

"And anyways, I'll be gone in like 2 days." Draco said, a false sense of cherry filling his voice. He wasn't the same, he hadn't been the same person in a long time. He didn't know what he was going to do about it, but staying with Harry wasn't the answer. It hurt too much.

"You don't have to do that you know…" Harry said, turning to look at him.

Draco bit into the carrot he'd been holding with a venom he was trying hard to hide. "But I want to." HE grinned, plastic, fake, hurt, torn, cut.

Heartbroken.


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