Hope you like this, cause from now on the updates will take longest time, since this is as far as I've written yet…

Love is a many splintered thing

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Could Draco really mean it? Was it possible that Draco loved him? Really loved him?

He wished the dinner could be over quick.

When people started to leave, he had to stop himself from jumping off the chair and sprint out to find Draco.

Only problem was, he couldn't seem to find him.

'Oh, I can't wait until he decides to show up. I have to find him NOW! I have to know if he really meant it.' Harry thought. His heart was beating so fast, he hoped that it would be true, and he was so scared that he was hoping too much.

He ran around in the castle in a feverish pace, looking for Draco.

If he had had any rational thought left, he would have remembered the marauders map, but he wasn't thinking straight. He only slowed down when he saw people.

'Where can he be? I've looked everywhere.'

Harry hadn't noticed that the sun had set, and he had run around for hours. His breath became heavy, and his whole body aced, but he just pushed himself harder.

His heart beat so fast that all he could hear was the drumming of his own heartbeat in his ears. He saw somebody coming, so he shifted to walk. It was hard, and his body decided that it wouldn't take the stress and sudden shifting anymore.

Harry felt his vision slowly fade to black, he felt like puking, and then the world disappeared.

"Madam Pomfrey! I… he just collapsed in front of me. I didn't do anything, I swear." The boy said, looking scared.

"Yes I know, Neville. Just help me get him into this bed." She said. And then she started to examine him.

"That's strange. It seems like he's suffered a minor heart attack. He should be ok with a bit rest, but how is it possible. He's too young to have heart-attacks." She said to herself.

Harry felt the world was slowly coming into focus. He sat slowly up and reached for what might be his glasses. It was, so he put them on.

'What happened? Why am I in the hospital wing?' He wondered.

Just then Madam Pomfrey noticed that he had awoken.

"Mister Potter. I see that you're awake." She said.

"Why am I here?" Harry said, utterly confused.

"Ah, well. It seems that you had a minor heart attack, noting serious. But I would like to know what scared you so bad?" She said. She couldn't think of any other reason for a heart attack.

"Nothing. Nothing scared me." Harry said, witch was partly true. If he wouldn't want to mention Draco, and how scared he was that what he said wasn't true.

"Dra…" Harry suddenly remembered, but he stopped himself.

"You can tell me. You saw a... dragon?" Madam Pomfrey said, curious.

"No nothing, nothing. Look can I leave, I got to se somebody." Harry said.

"I'm afraid I have to keep you over night, just in case." She said.

"Please, it's important." Harry pleaded.

"I cannot do that. Why don't you send them an owl, and ask them to come see you?" She proposed.

"But…" Harry couldn't say whom it was he had to see.

"No but's. I'm not letting you out tonight." She said firm.

"Fine." Harry sighted, and asked for pen and paper.

'Dear Draco, I have to talk to you. I'm in the hospital ward, and I'm not allowed to leave. Could you possibly find a way to see me?

You don't have to if you don't want to. I'll understand.

Your H.'

He didn't dare to write his own name, in case somebody else saw it. He knew Draco didn't want anybody to know about them. He sent the owl off.

Harry wondered how long it would take Draco to come. And how he could meet him without anyone noticing. It was only Madam Pomfry around, but how could he manage to get her out of the way.

He was surprised that only a quarter later the door burst open, and a person clad in a dark cloak rushed trough the door.

"Harry." It was Draco. He pushed back the hood and rushed right over to Harry's bed.

"I thought you didn't want anybody to see you talking to me. Madam Pomfrey is just out for a minute, she'll be back anytime." Harry said surprised, and touched.

"Fuck the world! What happened to you? Why are you in the hospital wing?" Harry had never seen Draco like this before. The fact was that Draco was so scared that something really bad had happened to Harry. He looked really worried about him. He grabbed Harry's hand, holding on to it with both hands.

"Madam Pomfrey said I suffered a minor heart attack." Harry said, blushing. It was embarrassing to admit it.

"But you're too young to have a heart attack." Draco said. He had calmed down a bit now that he knew Harry wasn't really hurt.

"Obviously not." Harry said. At that point Harry's prophecy went true as Madam Pomfrey walked trough the door.

"Mister Malfoy?" She asked very surprise.

"What are you doing with poor Mister Potter? It was you who sacred him so bad, wasn't it?" She said suspiciously.

"No, it's okay." Harry said. She looked surprised at him.

"We would appreciate if you just forgot that I was ever here." Draco said. He became aware of the danger of letting anyone see him with Harry. What if somebody told his dad?

"Please." Harry said.

"I won't tell anybody. I didn't know you two where friends." She didn't know what to say.

"Well…I haven't thought about that." Harry said.

"Brilliant idea! Thanks!" Draco said to Madam Pomfrey.

"What?" She said confused.

"Look Harry. I can convince Father that I'll try to become your friend in order to spy on you. Discover you secrets and all." Draco said.

"That's great. Then you could actually spend time with me!" Harry smiled so brightly it light up the room.

"I know. " Draco smiled.

"But how do we do it?" Harry said.

"Wait a minute. Are you on some mission by Dumbledore?" Madam Pomfrey interrupted.

"Danm. Sorry Draco I forgot about her." Harry said.

"Yeah, like she wouldn't find out anyway. Shit! Is it so late, I got to go before they miss me." Draco said and stood up.

"Wait!" Harry grabbed his hand.

"I got to know… Was it really true? The song. Was it… Are you really…" Harry felt his heart beat faster.

"I should think it was obvious. I don't rush down to people, risking my life and health for just anybody you know. Look, I really have to go." Draco said, and planted a quick kiss on Harry's lips before he disappeared out of the room like a wind.

Harry could just smile. Draco loved him. He really loved him. Harry felt like he had died and gone to heaven.

"I'm lost." Madam Pomfrey said.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot you where here again. Just forget everything. Okay?" Harry tried.

"This isn't some scheme by Dumbledore is it!" She said.

"I… Err…" What should he say? Would Draco be really mad at him if he said the truth? She surly had guessed it already.

"Could you please just forget it? I don't want Draco to get in trouble just for being seen with me. Please" Harry begged. 'Yes' Pomfrey thought 'It has to be love, how strange and unbelievable it might seem.' Unknown to most people, Pomfrey could be as sappy and romantic as any school-girl sometimes.

"Oh, all right. Now go to sleep. You need rest."

"Thank you." Harry said relived.

The next day, Harry had to answer up to his friends.

"Where were you last night? We were worried about you." Ron said.

"I'm sorry. But I couldn't help it. Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let me leave." Harry said.

"You where in the hospital wing?" Hermione said.

"What happened?" Ron asked.

"Noting serious. Just a minor heart attack." Harry answered.

"And a heart attack isn't serious?" Hermione said angrily.

"It was just a small one. She said that it wouldn't happen again as long as I didn't get stressed up again." He said.

"What made you so stressed that you'd get a heart attack?" Ron asked.

"Well…You see…Er….Well… Don't tell anyone, okay?" Harry said.

"Okay." They said together.

"I was looking for…someone. And I couldn't find him. And I had to know if he really loved me. I mean he hinted to it, but I don't know. And when I saw him again he sort of confirmed that he did, but I still want to hear him say it to me. It's just tree small words. He could just say 'Harry, I love you.' Is that so much to ask?" Harry said. Somewhere along the line he had started to cry. He sat on his bed with his knees pulled up to his chin, holding around his legs, and cried.

"Oh Harry. I'm sorry." Hermione said.

"But you said he confirmed that he loved you, right? That's good, right?" Ron said, trying to comfort his best friend.

"I... He... He said 'I should think it was obvious. I don't rush down to people, risking my life and health for just anybody you know.'

But, that's not even a real answer. I believe he really does love me, but how can I be sure?" Harry said, biting his lip, looking up at them with puppy-dog eyes.

"What made him risk anything to see you? There's nothing dangerous here at school." Hermione said. As always she grasped the most important ting.

"I…I can't tell you. Not without telling you who it is. And I can't do that. I know you're my best friends in the whole world, but I promised I wouldn't tell." Harry said, almost starting to cry again.

"What! I can't believe it! Why would he make you promise something like that? We're your friends. We wouldn't tell anyone." Ron said.

"I don't think he trusts people. And I'm sorry Ron, but in just this one case, I don't think even I trust you completely." Harry said, blushing.

"What makes you say such a thing!" Ron demanded.

"Because, you will hate me if you find out who he is. Or at least you would have an opportunity to hurt him. And I just can't take that chance. Don't you see… I can't live without him. If he gets killed, I don't want to live anymore. And that's exactly what's going to happen if the wrong persons hear about our love." Harry started to cry again.

"But Harry. I'm sure it's not so bad. And we wouldn't judge you even if it was…a deatheater even." Hermione said to make a point. Harry's eyes widened in shock.

"Harry, please tell me he isn't." Ron said, scared. Harry shook his head.

"Not yet. I think. I think he's too young yet. I hope he'll never have to become one, but… If he is forced to it, It'll be my fault. I'm the one who's supposed to kill Voldermort. I should have done it long ago. But I'm too weak." Harry said.

"Oh, Harry. It's not your fault. You're only 16. They can't expect you to be strong enough when you haven't even finished school." Hermione argued.

"But it is my fault. Maybe… Maybe I can get him to tech me some more spells. He must know some really powerful ones." Harry started to sound determent.

"What are you talking about?" Ron said.

"Dark magic. I know he knows it. Then I would be able to defeat Voldermort. He must know it. It's the only way I can save him." Harry said.

"How do you know that it's really true love? It could be a strong crush. I've read that it makes you think you love him, only it doesn't last. Why risk it?" Ron said.

"You read?" Hermione asked Ron.

"Yeah, so what? I was bored, I borrowed a girly magazine. Damn those are boring. Anyway Harry. How do you know?" Ron said.

"Because. Because I can feel it. Because I feel complete when I'm with him. I feel like I've come home. When he is gone, I feel like a part of my soul is gone too. I can't explain it better. I can feel his emotions too, if they're strong. Even when he's not here, I can feel him. I know he's okay. It's a good feeling. Isn't that love?" Harry looked up at them with shining eyes.

"Harry, that's not just love. You can't feel what another person feels." Ron said.

"But…I thought… I can feel it. I know he's okay, because he's sleeping right now. Peacefully. It's not my imagination. I can feel it as if it was me who where sleeping. Sometimes we even share the same dreams." Harry couldn't believe that they didn't believe in him.

"Harry. Ron's right. That isn't just love. It sounds like he actually is your soulmate. I've read about it. It's very rare." Hermione said touched.

"You really think so? I just know that I love him so much. But somehow…it feels…right."

And of course this is where the real problems begins. As anyone who has read any fanfics should have guessed. I'll try to write as fast as I can, but I can't promise anything. I'll TRY to update at least once a month. I'll try to pull myself together and sit down and just write, like real writers do. (Witch would be my goal, to be a real writer. Not that you care anyway.)