(A/N)- I realize that this is a bit fast, two chapters in one day, but you know, I finished the first one, and then I couldn't update, because my Internet hated me for a bit, so I wrote the next chapter. then I finished with that one, and I started the next one. don't worry, The new chapter won't be up today. I'm not done with it yet. So new chapter! Thanks!
Harry woke up the next morning wondering where he was, why he was there and why he was so warm. He looked at the form in his arms, immediately recognizing the platinum hair of Draco. It was sleep tousled. Harry doubted Draco let anyone see him this way, but he was just so cute that way. Draco mumbled in his sleep, and Harry found himself trying to stifle a laugh. He didn't want to wake Draco, but he knew that they both had to wake up soon. They had to get back to their dorms. They were both already missed, but they had to get ready for their classes. Harry tried to wake Draco up gently. "Draco, love, wake up. We need to go back to our own rooms." Draco answered by snuggling closer to Harry, and mumbling something about not sleeping without Harry by his side. Draco hadn't slept much either? He inspected Draco closely. He noted not only the peaceful expression, but the black circles. Surely those weren't there before. Draco, that little ferret had used a glamour charm to cover them up. Harry was indignant. Even though he'd basically done the same thing, he knew that at least he was well rested. It appeared as if Draco hadn't slept in years. He remembered Lucius's letter, and Draco's comment about knowing that Harry was Draco's soulmate on sight. Had he really not slept a good night sleep since first year? Harry decided that he would leave Draco asleep, and tell their teachers that they would not be attending classes today. Or at least he would tell Snape, and hope that he told the other teachers. Unfortunately, Draco woke up when he opened the door to leave.
"Where are you going?" Draco demanded. "Why didn't you wake me up? We both have to go to class." Draco looked frustrated. "It's almost time for breakfast. Harry, we have to hurry." Draco made to get up. Harry stopped him.
"No, you and I are going back to sleep. We both need it, and we are not going to get it any other way. I'm going to tell Snape just that, and you are going to stay here, and sleep until I get back." But Draco was adamant about getting up. He pushed past Harry's hand on his shoulder, and gathered his clothes, putting them on. Harry sighed. Draco was a stubborn git sometimes, Harry thought bitterly. 'You're too stubborn for your own good, sometimes, Draco." Draco chuckled.
"I know," he answered as he walked out the door, heading for breakfast. Harry quickly caught up, grabbing his hand and twining his fingers through Draco's.
"They'll see." Draco hissed, trying in vain to dislodge his hand from Harry's.
"I know. I want them to." Harry smiled as they passed a throng of third year girls. "Hi, lovely day isn't it?"
Draco laughed in his ear, "It's raining, love." Harry blushed.
"I knew that! I was just… just…" Harry fumbled for a good excuse.
"Trying to distract them?" Draco supplied.
Harry smiled brilliantly. "You see? That's why I keep you around. All those years in Slytherin treated you well. The sorting hat tried to put me there, but I asked it not to. I see now, that it would have done me more good than harm. Maybe I could have learned to make better excuses." Harry suddenly realized that Draco wasn't walking anymore. He looked into his beloved's face. Draco looked shocked. No, scratch that, Draco was shocked. It was rolling off of him in waves. "What's wrong, what did I say?" Harry pulled Draco's knuckles up to his lips. Kissing them, he apologized, not knowing why. "I'm so sorry Draco. So sorry. What did I do, and how can I make it better?" Harry picked his brain apart to find something that would shock Draco so. "Was it that I was almost put into Slytherin, love? I'm so sorry. I didn't know it would hurt you." He wrapped his hand around the back of Draco's neck, pressing his forehead to Draco's. He kissed his nose by way of apology, then his forehead. If I could turn back time, I'd do it differently, but I can't."
Draco seemed to find his words. "No, if you were in Slytherin, you wouldn't have turned out to be the honest and pure, and perfect Harry I love. You would have been warped and twisted until you were as good at lying as you are at Quidditch. I would still love you. I would love you if you were the Dark Lord himself, but Harry, I love they way you are right now much much more than I ever could have if you were any different." Draco placed his hands on either side of Harry's face kissed him sweetly. "I love you Harry Potter, and we are going to be late for breakfast."
Harry laughed as he raced down the hallway with Draco, hand in hand. They slowed when they reached the Great Hall, pausing to catch their breaths. In unison, they flung the doors open, and strode, in silent agreement, to the Gryffindor table, hand in hand.
This of course, cause an uproar in the Great Hall. The only four people in the great hall that weren't surprised at all were Harry, Draco, Snape and Dumbledore. Harry thought bitterly that you just couldn't dupe the old coot. Draco agreed with him. They sat down in front of a very surprised Hermione, and beside a nearly catatonic Ron. "Hullo, Hermione. What's for breakfast?" Harry laughed inside at the expression on her face.
"Well, there's toast, and bacon, and oats, and eggs…" She trailed off. Harry had to give it to her; she was only blushing. Ron however was beet red and choking on the bit of bacon he'd been chewing before Harry and Draco had walked in. he dislodged it from his windpipe and swallowed.
"H-Harry wh-what are you doing? That's Malfoy. Why are you two… you know?" Ron didn't seem to be able to say it.
"Why are Draco and I holding hands you mean?" Harry asked amused. Ron flushed deeper and nodded. "Well, Ron, I rather seem to enjoy it. I think Draco enjoys it too. Don't you Draco?" Draco nodded.
"How did this happen, Harry?" Hermione found her voice again.
"Well, Hermione, I don't exactly know. One minute I hated him for acting exactly like the Dursleys, and the next day, I realized that it was all a ruse. And then I fell in love with him." Harry made a 'what-else-was-I-to-do' gesture and went on. "And now, you see where we are." Harry suddenly remembered last night. "Uh, Hermione, why were you going to force Dreamless Sleep down my throat last night?" Harry asked sweetly. He glanced at Draco, who looked shocked.
"Well, Ron said you hadn't been sleeping, and I thought that… I thought… Well, you needed it." Hermione looked abashed, and Draco had an odd expression that Harry couldn't quite place.
"Don't deny it, Harry, you need sleep. Sleep not interrupted by…" Ron sneered in Draco's direction. Harry knew what Ron was assuming, and that it was completely false. Thankfully though, Draco saved him the trouble.
"I thought better of you, Weasel." Draco smiled the smile that earned him the title of Ice Prince of Slytherin. "You should know that Harry actually slept last night. And it was the first time we were together. I don't know about Harry but, it was the most restful sleep I've had in years. It wasn't me keeping him awake, or at least it wasn't me physically keeping him awake. I cannot fathom what goes on in this boy's head sometimes." Draco looked affectionately at Harry, and then glared back at Ron. "so get those murderous thoughts out of your skull, Mr. Weasley, because I'm not leaving Harry anytime soon. Or ever. So deal with it." Draco went back to his plate, Ron successfully put in his place.
"What he means to say is that it isn't his fault that I haven't been sleeping, it's my own. Don't go laying blame, when you don't have the whole story."
"Well, how can we know the whole story if you never told us." Hermione's shriek silenced the already silent hall. She looked around wide-eyed, slapping her hand over her runaway mouth. There were yells of "yeah, tell us the whole story," and "what the hell is going on?" The Great Hall was suddenly full of the sound of speculation and yells. It got so bad that Dumbledore finally intervened.
"Silence. How can you expect them to answer if they cannot hear themselves think over all this ruckus?" Dumbledore winked in their direction, waving them up to the teacher's table. Harry reluctantly dragged Draco up there.
"What did you want with us, Professor Dumbledore?" Draco asked innocently. Harry held back a laugh.
Dumbledore answered with an enigmatic, "Give the people what they want." Harry grasped the meaning before Draco and pulled him in for a, earth-shattering kiss. Then, kneeling, he summoned something from his room. He'd perfected it so that it did not come zooming through the Hallways, and risk someone getting hurt; it appeared in his hand.
He snagged Draco's left hand, and asked, "Draconius Lucius Malfoy, will you marry me?" He smiled up into Draco's rapidly filing eyes. He slid the ring he'd found in the attic of 12 Grimuald place onto Draco's ring finger, as Draco pulled him up for another kiss.
"Yes, I will marry you. Yes yes yes yes. Forever." Draco smiled through tears, clinging to Harry's neck. It was honestly the happiest moment of Harry's life. It was perfect.
Dumbledore laughed and said to the awestruck crowd, "Beware the Ides of March." Not many people understood him, but those who did laughed, and explained it to their friends. Harry laughed and wrapped his arms around Draco, swinging him in circles of happiness. Nothing, Harry thought, nothing could ruin this moment.
And at that precise moment, pain sliced through his scar. He stopped spinning, and said to Draco's smiling face, "Voldemort." Draco's eyes widened, and the smile slipped away.
(A/N)- WHAT?? VOLDEMORT?!?!?! and just when you thought they could be happy TT.TT... don't worry, it's all part of the plan!
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