A/N: I do not own any of the characters used in this story unless i decide to create my own somewhere along the way. I also do not own Hogwarts, however i did attend there and i am a proud Hufflepuff. This is my first story that i've published, though it is not the first i have written. Reviews are appreciated, as is criticism. Thank you so much for reading, it really means a lot to me. I will stop babbling now so you can read on about all the young, angsty, teenage love between the two most attractive wizards to ever attend Hogwarts.

Draco slowly opened his eyes to find Harry asleep next to him. "Today's the day," he whispered to himself and dread filled his body. He stared at Harry, taking in his features and everything he possibly could.

The untidy dark hair was around his head like a halo as he lay on his side, facing Draco. His perfect lips were parted in the slightest. His cheek was going to be creased from the pillowcase. Even though his emerald eyes were not showing, Draco could see them perfectly. They stared up at him, dark eyelashes framing them perfectly as the gold in the middle made his eyes shine. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took, his shoulder twitched slightly...

Draco was frightened.

He wouldn't be able to just stand by and let something like this happen to Harry. He had to put in at least a little effort to protect this beauty, this... angel. He wouldn't let Harry get hurt by his father. He pushed hair from Harry's forehead and barely touched his finger to his forehead as he traced the lightning scar. Harry had been through so much, he didn't deserve something to happen again. It was even happening almost immediately.

He let out a small breath he had been holding and felt his lower lip start to shake. He closed his eyes and propped himself up on his elbow. Then, he silently slid from the bed. He needed to stop thinking.

He sat down at the piano, feeling weird playing without a shirt on. He lightly rested his fingers on the keys, starting to play a soft and slow and complicated song.

Harry opened his eyes and smiled immediately, finding Draco sitting at the piano. A soft melody reached his ears and he closed his eyes again. "Draco," he said as loud as he could without yelling. The melody slowed to a stop. "Good morning."

"As good as possible." Draco spun around as Harry opened his eyes.

The silver and green connected and Harry realized.

Today was when it all ended.

Harry didn't even think, he just launched himself out of bed and made his way quickly to Draco, straddling his lap and kissing him passionately. All of this needed to pass so he could tell Draco he loved him. He needed to tell him, but he needed to wait, too. He kissed Draco roughly again, sliding his kisses down to the nape of his neck, where tears started sliding out of his eyes. He clutched Draco's upper arm and cried softly into his shoulder. He laughed pathetically at himself, and whispered, "I shouldn't be feeling so bad. I've done this once before."

"Harry, I love you so much. I'm afraid for you." Draco's fingernails dug into his hips.

"You shouldn't be." Harry lied. He kind of wanted Draco to be scared for him. If he was scared for him, it meant he cared.

"I am."

Harry sighed. "Can we do something to get my mind off of this?"

"I need it too, love."

"Let's dance."

"If you'd like," Draco stood and Harry dropped his legs from Draco's waist. They took position, and started.

"Do you know any other dances?"

"Not as well as this one."

"Oh," Harry looked down for a second, and Draco's finger tapped his chin gently. He looked up.

"Straighten your back, too." Harry did as he was told. Draco's hand slid to the lower portion of his back, pulling him closer in the slightest. "Just continue normally." Harry blinked for a second too long and stumbled over Draco's foot. He hesitated. "It's okay, continue. One, two, three, four."

"Draco," Harry started.

"Yes?"

"Can this be... our dance?"

"Our dance?"

"You know, if we got married or something, this would be our single dance..." Harry said nervously and kept eye contact.

"Oh. Are you saying you want to marry me?"

"No, nothing about that yet." Harry smiled as Draco did.

"But you want this to be our dance, yes?" Harry nodded. "Then, love, it's ours."

The piano started playing after Draco flicked his wand quickly. Harry slid his hand to the back of Draco's neck and pulled him down. He kissed him fervently. "Draco, I don't want you to go down there with me."

"I have to. If I don't, Father will know that you know the plan-"

"To hell with that! He'd know more if you resist him. Bloody hell, Draco, you can say you told me you needed to talk to me out there and that you weren't planning on going down there." Harry shook his head and stopped dancing.

"Harry, I'm not letting you do this alone!"

"It's mine to deal with. Your father dragged you into this, which isn't right. I don't want you to be put at risk, Draco!" Harry stared into the silver eyes in front of him.

"And I don't want you at risk! This isn't really avoidable!"

"You're being so stubborn!"

"You are too!" Harry shook his head and let out a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again. "Draco, please, don't go with me."

"No guarantees."

"Draco-"

"I'm going."

"This is why I hate you!" Harry said with anger and regretted it. "Hated, I meant hated-"

"This is why you won't tell me you love me, right? Because you don't, because you hate me still?"

"If you think that, maybe I should leave." Harry muttered and shook his head.

He didn't want to leave. This could be the last time he saw Draco, and it would be on bad terms, but if Draco thought he hated him... Harry wasn't going to deal with that. His hand rested on the doorknob and he shook his head and left.

Draco heard the door close and whipped around. "Merlin, Draco, you arse!" He yelled at himself and fell face down onto the bed.

Harry had left.

Sure, Harry had told him he hated him, but didn't he already know that?! Harry had hated him since they'd met, for all he knew. He thought this had been different. And Harry could die today! He stood up and started pacing after letting out a frustrated yell.

He needed to think clearly. If he didn't think clearly, he was going to get into something bad.

Harry wandered around outside, barely knowing where he was going because there was a wall of white snow blowing in front of his face. His hair whipped back with the wind and he shivered in the cold. Suddenly, he saw a flash of brown and tan fly past. All he could think about, though, was Draco. Why the hell had he just left him there? He was annoyed, that's why. He was an idiot.

Draco needed him, and he needed Draco.

Harry lifted his hand and pulled his sleeve down to reveal his watch. It was three minutes until midnight. Three minutes until it was decided. Three minutes until he faced his boyfriend's father to duel to the death.

Three minutes.

Draco started outside and immediately found Harry through the snow. He followed behind him and chewed his lip.

He was definitely not ready for this. He couldn't manage to stand by and let something happen. If Harry got hurt, he didn't really know what he would do, but he knew something had to be done. If his father got hurt, something would have to be done, too. Why was this so hard?

Draco took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. A bird flew past him, going behind him. Why was a bird out in this snow? Then, Draco realized why after he was grabbed from behind.

His arms were pinned behind his back and his mouth was covered. "Harry!" He shouted but it was muffled too much for hearing. He struggled as he was walked into the forest.

Harry Potter stood facing Lucius Malfoy, his boyfriend's father and ex-Death Eater and his enemy, in the middle of a well covered clearing in the forbidden forest. No snow fell on them.

"Harry Potter." Lucius's voice reached across the clearing. "Welcome."

"Let's get this over with, Malfoy." Harry spat.

"Oh, a member of our party isn't here yet."

A small rustle erupted from the forest.

Seconds later, a tall, burly man appeared, holding a struggling and worried Draco.

"Draco!"

"Oh, you are on a first name basis?"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry turned to Lucius, furious. "Who the hell captures their own son?!"

"Someone who wants to blackmail his son's filthy boyfriend." Lucius's sneer made Harry even madder.

"Let him go, he has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me." Harry muttered and narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, if so, let's get started." Lucius brought out his wand. "Crucio!"

Harry dodged the unforgivable and drew his own wand. "Expelliarmus!"

His spell was gone with a wave of Lucius's arm. "Stupefy!" Another spell wasted. "Crucio!" Lucius repeated calmly.

The spell hit Harry and he struggled not to scream. He suddenly felt as if all air was cut off from his throat and he gasped.

"Stop!" A loud cry sliced through the air and the curse broke from Harry. Draco had shouted.

"Draco, stop! Don't-" A spell was launched toward him and Harry dodged it.

"Sectumsempra!" Harry heard Draco's gasp and the spell sliced Lucius's cheek.

"I don't care, Harry! Father, stop this nonsense! Voldemort is gone, you can't do anything about it!"

"I can avenge him!" Lucius yelled in response and Harry was suddenly struggling against a grip on his throat. His hair was pulled back and he yelped slightly. A wand was pressed to his chest and blood dripped onto his face.

"Father, stop!"

"Are you ready to die, Potter?"

"Let me talk-" Harry gasped. "-to Draco!" He was whipped around to face Draco, his love.

"This will actually be better. That way, Draco will be able to know what happens when his mind has him go against his father." Lucius's voice had a hint of an evil smile. Draco's eyes were spilling tears and his mouth was still covered.

Harry smiled reassuringly and felt his own eyes start to water. "I'm sorry about earlier, Draco." His heart sped up as the wand tip pressed into his chest harder. "I'm really sorry. I l-"

"Avada Kedavra!"