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"I want it. I want you." He continues to watch me, waiting for me to say more. "What else do you want?"

"What are you going to tell people?"

"One kiss can't change years of animosity, especially to Ron and Hermione. I don't even know what I'm doing. One minute I'm turning down Ginny, and the next I'm with you and everything feels so right. But how can I be sure that you mean it too? And that it won't just fall through after a day, and I'll have destroyed my friendship with them forever." I panic when I realize that Draco has tears threatening to spill over.

"Harry, I mean it more than anything. I've never had someone care about me like this, even as a friend. I would never give this up, even if we're not, you know, in that way."

"But what if someone else starts caring as much as I do?" Draco shakes his head at this.

"It's not just that, it's you who found me in the bathroom, only you really know me. And there's more, there's so many reasons that are only you, even though you're not a girl, and you're bloody Harry Potter. And I'm supposed to hate you and everything you stand for, but I can't because I don't want to be a part of this war!" He starts crying angry tears, brushing them away quickly, and I go to him and hesitantly wrap him in my arms. For some reason I know to pet his hair as he calms down, and help him wipe away the tear tracks, pretending to not notice his blushing.

"I'm sorry." He mutters. "This keeps happening around you, of course around you."

"Don't be sorry, I don't mind."

"I wish it wasn't with you though. The person whose opinion matters the most to me is the person who I break down on. I'm not supposed to break down, I'm a Malfoy!"

"You're also human, Draco. And you don't have to make such a big deal over me." Draco looks at me seriously.

"But I do, since no one else does it properly. They're all concerned with you being the Boy-Who-Sodding-Lived, but that was 16 years ago, people need to get over it. The big deal is that you're the only person I know who would see the person they hate at their worst moment and immediately do as much as you can to help them, despite them having almost killed you, as well as harassed you and your friends for six years."

"That wasn't your fault. Well, the almost killing me wasn't."

"Quiet Potter, let me finish, I don't give out compliments often. They should also be making a big deal over how much of a blasted hero you are, to the core, with all of your bravery and good deeds. And they should make a big deal over how you haven't shaved your head yet while trying to deal with your ridiculous hair that won't lay down, but is somehow not as awful as it could be standing on end..." Draco trails off, slightly pink from his remarks. I, also red but strangely warm-feeling as well, try to reply.

"Well, that's, er, very nice of you. Thank you?"

"Yes, thank you! And don't ever make me say any of that again!"

"Well, just so you know, you're a big deal to me too." Draco starts to sneer, but instead grins, and he looks so much better when he's smiling. Less sick, and younger. I pull him closer to me, and this time when we kiss we don't pull away. I interweave my fingers in his gold hair, and he laughs when he accidentally knocks my glasses askew. This feels so right, so much more right than any kiss from before. I pull him closer still, until there's no space between us, and I feel the dampness of his cheek before I hear his shaky breathing. I pull away, quickly, scared that I'm doing something wrong.

"Draco, what happened? I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, I should've asked, please forget that, I didn't realize you didn't want-"

"No, it's not that. I did want it, I do want it. I'm just scared. Wait, that sounds pathetic, forget I said that. Never mind, I'm fine." I roll my eyes at his obvious lying.

"I'm not going to just ignore this, what are you scared of?" Draco hesitates, trying to wipe his eyes clear, avoiding my gaze.

"I'm scared of what's going to happen. With us, and everyone else. What if something happens in the war? Some of us won't make it through. Harry, you could die!" I've never seen him this afraid, not even in the bathroom on the night that started it all. And I don't know how to comfort him. Everything he said is true. It's all happening so fast, and I don't know what I can say. I don't know that I won't die, I don't know that we won't be pulled apart.

"Draco... I will do everything I can to make sure that the war doesn't hurt you, whether we're friends or... something else. And I don't plan on dying."

"Neither did your parents!" It was a low blow, and he realizes it quickly. "Wait, Harry, I'm sorry, I just mean that it's not exactly something you plan."

"Draco, I don't want you or any of my friends to die, and I know that it'll all be my fault if it happens. That's why I'm fighting this war. I have to keep you all safe. And I want to be with you, I'll do everything I can to stay here, because you're here." Draco smiles and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me in so he can rest his head on my shoulder. We sit peacefully for a minutes, before Draco once against interrupts the silence.

"So... what are you going to tell Dumbledore?"

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