A/N: I think this story is destined for horribly short chapters... :)
Draco sat there for almost ten minutes before he heard the door creak open behind him. He honestly expected it to be longer. Relieved, he looked up at Harry. His face was completely expressionless as he moved to the side to let Draco into the bedroom. Harry threw him a shirt, he hadn't realized he never put his back on. He quickly pulled it over his head. It smelled like Harry, reminding Draco of a forest.
He went over to Harry and put his arm on the boy's elbow, but Harry pulled away and set down on the bed, refusing to meet Draco's eyes. Draco sat down beside him. He wasn't sure what to say. They sat in silence for a few minutes.
"I'm sorry," he finally said, just above a whisper.
"Tell me," Harry replied softly
"What?"
Harry was still looking down. "I want the whole story. From the beginning. Now."
Draco proceeded to explain how he had been branded that summer, become disloyal to the Dark Lord and the letter from his father.
"So you were supposed to bring me to Voldemort," he said, a statement not a question.
Draco nodded. "I couldn't tell you. I was afraid that you wouldn't want anything to do with me."
"I know you weren't loyal to that psychopath, I just wish you would have told me. I really don't care."
"Really?"
Harry leaned forward and kissed him. "Really."
Draco gathered him into his arms and leaned back onto the bed. "What was in that photo album that upset you so much?"
Harry burrowed farther into the crook of Draco's neck. "Pictures of my family."
"Can I see them?"
Harry looked at him curiously. "Why would you want to do that?"
"I want to see your family. I know they mean a lot to you."
After a moment Harry got up and returned a few moments later with the book. He sat on the edge of the bed next to Draco and opened it. He pointed to a picture of a beautiful red-headed woman and a man with a mop of dark hair and glasses that were waving up at them. "These are my parents."
Draco stared at the image. "You look just like your dad. You have-"
"My mothers eyes," Harry finished, smiling slightly. "People have been telling me that since the first time I stepped into Diagon Ally."
He put his arm around the boy when he noticed the tears flowing down his cheeks. "They look perfect together."
Harry stared at the pictures a few more moments, then flipped through the book to a picture of two young men, one with curly shoulder length brown hair and the other with black hair of the same length. They were both doubled over with laughter. Harry pointed to the latter.
"This is Sirius when he was younger."
"Who's the other?"
"That's his brother Regulus."
They stared at the picture for a long time, then Harry suddenly closed the book.
He started speaking in a choked tone. "I loved these people. They were my family, and they all died for me. Sirius because of the thing at the Ministry and that wouldn't have even happened if it weren't for me. Then my parents because of that stupid prophesy. I have nightmares of the look on Sirius's face before he died and when Dementors get to close to me I see my parents dying."
Draco leaned over and wiped the tears off the smaller boys face, then pulled him close. Harry put his head on to Draco's shoulder like he did that first night. Draco leaned back onto the bed and kissed the boys black hair. Harry eventually stopped crying.
"Feeling better?" Draco asked him.
Harry nodded. "Draco?"
"Hmm?"
Harry pulled himself up onto his hands. "Lets finish what we started."
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Make love to me."
Draco stared at him a moment, then gently flipped Harry over so that he was on top of the smaller boy and kissed him softly. They stayed in bed for the rest of the day, forgetting the rest of the world and the war. When they eventually fell asleep they were both more happy than they had been in a long while.