UchiSays: Wow, chapter ten already! I guess because I'm not really writing this story, but editing something I wrote before I can get my updates up faster. I'm actually having fun with this, going back and seeing how well my writing has improved since freshmen year, and trust me it has improved a BIG deal. Well this chapter is a bit fluffy, and then it gets a bit angsty, anf then more fluff. Yay fluff! (Boo fluff, I truly do hate it)

UchiDedicates: Even though my buddy Hina-chan doesn't read yaoi I've never dedicated anything to her, so this one's for you Hina.

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Tenth Snow

Someone was shaking Harry's shoulder and would not stop. He rolled over and barreled deeper under the covers, but the shaking would not stop, "Leave me alone." Harry groaned, "Five more minutes."

"Come on kid," Draco's voice said, "You're already late for school."

"I don't care." Harry mumbled, "I'm not going to school anyway. It's Halloween."

"Get up or I won't take you trick-or-treating." Draco threatened.

"Stop treating me like a child!" Harry demanded, "I haven't been trick-or-treating a day in my life."

"Suit yourself." Draco said; Harry heard his retreating footsteps from the room. They had both ended up sharing Harry's bed the night before, and Harry had to admit he enjoyed sleeping in Draco's arms, but his roommate should have known better than to bother him on this day. Harry groaned when he remembered he hadn't told Draco the importance of Halloween in the first place. He rolled over intent on getting out of bed and apologizing for being so rude, but the moment he set up a sharp pain shot through his nether regions all the way to the base of his spine. A strangled whimper escaped his lips and he collapsed back on the bed.

"Kid, you red head friend is at the door!" Draco called.

"Tell him to go away and to come back when I'm not so sore anymore." Harry growled before thinking.

He heard Draco's musical laughter float through the apartment, "Not my problem." He chided.

Harry rolled his eyes as he pulled on some clothes and headed towards the bathroom at a snails pace bypassing the living room all together but stopping to the entry of the kitchen to yell at Draco, "You're a big jerk did I ever tell you that? A big fat stupid jerk! I can't believe I ever thought I loved you!"

Draco chuckled, "What have I told you about broadcasting things, kid?" He teased before gesturing towards the living room where Harry had forgotten Ron was waiting.

Harry flushed a bright red color, "Uh hi Ron, what brings you here?"

The look on Ron's face was one of barely contained fury, "I had come to see how you're doing, seeing what day it is and all. I skipped school to see if you'd like some company this afternoon, and I was going to ask if you're sure about not going to the dance tonight. But it looks like I was just leaving." Ron turned and stormed towards the front door.

"Ron wait!" Harry yelled running after him as fast as his sore muscles would allow. He caught up with Ron in the hall outside the apartment, "Ron it's not what it sounds like." Harry said, knowing full well it was exactly what it sounds like.

"You love him!" Ron hissed in an accusing tone.

"Can you really call it love when it's completely one sided." Harry snapped back, the words not his own but lines from the play his class had put on. Only Ron wouldn't know that because he'd never seen the play.

Ron looked as if he's been snapped, "I got to go." He said before storming off down the hall.

Harry collapsed against the wall outside his apartment door. Stupid Ron and his stupid attitude.

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"There's a reason I don't go to school on Halloween. Every since I was old enough to understand, I skipped school on this day and went to the cemetery." Harry set in the bay window overlooking the park; Draco set on the couch opposite him sipping a cup of tea. "Sixteen years ago today, when I was fifteen months old, my parents died. A burglar broke into our house. Dad intercepted them downstairs; they shot him and then went up to where mom was in the nursery with me. She died beside my crib. I've used this day to be with them every since I was old enough to make sense of what that meant."

"Do you really think your parents would want you wallowing in depression on a day meant to honor their memory?" Draco asked in his usual jaded tone, "Wouldn't they much rather you spent this day enjoying the life they gave you?"

Harry thought about it for a second, "I never thought of it that way."

"Of course you didn't kid; you're not mature to make that jump."

"Oh, but I'm mature enough for you to shag all night?" Draco didn't even look the least bit flustered at that comment, making Harry pout, "Will you go with me?" He finally asked, "To the cemetery I mean. They'll like to meet you."

Draco shrugged, "Sure, why not."

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Harry kneeled beside the family burial plot and placed a bouquet of lilies below his parents' names, "Hi mom and dad." The smile on Harry's face was more childish than ever before as he set cross legged in front of the head stone, "I've missed you two. So much has happened since I last came to visit. You'll never believe some of it. Like yesterday, I got to act in your favorite play mom, Curse if the Moon, but you'll never guess who I played. I was Lady Mackintosh. I had to wear a dress and everything. It was embarrassing, but I had so much fun I don't really mind. Oh, I also finally told Ms. McGonagall the truth about Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. I have a court date to be emancipated in six days. If things don't turn out, McGonagall said they still may take me away from the Dursleys and put me in someone else's custody until I'm eighteen. Personally I'm hoping to be emancipated. I like my apartment, and I have this awesome new roommate. His name is Draco Malfoy. He's a stupid jerk, but I've completely fallen in love with him. It's almost scary how much I care for him. Even if I don't think he feels the same, I can't stop my heart from yearning for him. I hope you guys are ok with that. I know I'm the last of the Potter line, but I don't think I'll produce an heir. Not that it really matters, there's no attachment left to the Potter name. Anyway, I think you'll really like Draco. He can be a bit offish at times, but he's really nice. The main issue is he won't stop treating me like a kid. In a way, I was starting to envy Ron; Draco doesn't treat him like a kid. But lately Ron's been a real git. I don't understand him anymore. Draco told me something I never thought of. He told me that you two wouldn't want me to spend this day in depression. So I'm going to start enjoying the life you guys made for me."

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Harry and Draco were walking down the street almost to the apartment with Harry rambling on and on about something while nibbling on a rope of grape Laffy Taffy and Draco saying nothing but having a hint of a smile curling his lips. When they reached the front of the building they were greeted by the sight of a tall man in a pitch black suit, with dark as night black hair pulled back in a ponytail at the base of his neck. The air about him said was one that demanded obedience. Harry froze in his tracks at the sight of the man.

"Hello Mr. Malfoy." The man greeted in a rather serious no nonsense tone.

"Uncle Severus," Draco said by way of greeting, "Why are you here."

"Has being away from home robbed you of your manners? Is it not proper etiquette to at least invite me in before demanding answers?"

"Forgive me, Uncle Severus, please follow me."

"Draco?" Harry inquired softly, Draco sent him a look that said don't say anything.

Harry nodded and flowed Draco up to the apartment with the man called Severus trailed after them. Draco unlocked the door and opened motioning for the older man to step in first; Harry entered next and out of habit toed off his shoes by the door. Draco caught his arm before he could go any farther, "Could you go to your room while I talk to Uncle Severus?" He implored.

Harry wanted to argue at being treated like a child too young to sit around while the adults talked business, but the look in Draco's eyes told him to behave. Harry nodded and headed towards his bedroom. Harry set in his room debating the perks of eavesdropping on Draco's conversation or not. Finally letting his curious nature get the best of him, Harry eased open his door and crept right outside the living room.

Peering around the corner Harry saw Draco sitting on the couch reading something on a piece of paper while who ever the man was stood by the bay window peering out over the park, "Father wants me to come home." Draco said calmly folding the paper he'd been reading, "Did Mother talk him into this?"

"Is it so hard to believe that your father mat have realized he's been acting to rash when he kicked you out?"

"Hell would freeze over before Lucius Malfoy ever admits to something like that."

"Regardless, he wants you home now. So will you be coming?"

"You can't leave." Harry said without thinking about it; stepping out of hiding, "You can't." he reiterated.

"Draco; who is this?"

"This is my roommate Harry Potter." Draco said before turning to Harry, "Kid what are you doing out here? I told you to go to your room."

"You can't leave." Harry demanded, his voice nearing the level of hysterics, "What about you and me? You can't do this! You can't abandon me." By this point Harry had rushed into the living room and thrown himself into Draco's arms.

"Kid, calm down." Draco demanded.

"How do you expect me to calm down when you're leaving me!"

"Kid!" Draco causing Harry to calm enough to look him in the eye; "What is it that you want from me?" He growled under his breath.

"I want you to stay with me." Harry blurted; clinging to Draco like a life line, "I don't want you to leave me alone and go home to your alive and happy parents. I want you here…with me."

"What else do you want, because I have a feeling there's more?"

"No that's all. I just want you to stay with me."

"Tell me that you love me. I know you do, just admit it and I'll consider staying."

"Can you really call it love if it's completely one-sided?" Harry snapped.

To his immense surprise, Draco responded with the line that followed his in the play, "There's never one side to a romance, you just have to know where to look."

"I don't want to look anywhere but at you." The play lines fell naturally from Harry's lips, "I want to find these mutual feeling here, in you heart."

"Hmm, then perhaps this romance really is one-sided."

"No!" Harry screamed tears spilling from his jade eyes, "Stop saying such hurtful things!"

"I'm sorry, but sometimes the truth hurts."

Harry clung to Draco, burying his face in the blond's strong chest, "Then lie to me." His voice was lower than a whisper. "If the truth hurts so much, then lie to me." His voice was gaining strength, "Lie to me like you feel the same. Lie like you love me too. Pretend that you care. I don't care if you're just telling me what I want to hear; just don't leave me in so much pain, because I truly do love you."

Draco's strong arms wrapped Harry securing the boy in his hold, "Shh, stop crying kid." He whispered soothingly, "I'm not going to leave you. Don't cry."

Harry's tears slowly began to stop; he still held on to Draco, still clung to the person he loved most in the world, still begged him, "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me."

"Uncle Severus," Draco said, "I think it's time you take your leave."

"I agree." Severus said.

"Tell Father, I'll be getting in contact with him soon."

"Of course," Severus waved, "I'll show myself out."

Harry didn't say bye. He didn't even notice the man's exit. All he could pay attention to was the feel of Draco's warm arms wrapped around him holding him against his firm chest and whispering to him promises of eternity.