A/N: OMFG!! Seriously, I must have shoveled like two feet of really heavy snow, you know the kind that looks nice and fluffy but is melting underneath so its wet and weighed down. Stupid winter, thinking its so cool, crapping on us like this. *sigh* I must admit, it does look rather pretty, clinging to every last branch and telephone wire. I think I would like it a whole lot better if I wasn't hauling it around for nearly three hours...

There had been no uttered spell or anything definite to say that Harry had done anything at all. Nothing except the lingering tingles of power that buzzed and danced like excited fairies over his skin, making his fingertips feel numb and the still body of what had once been Fenrir Greyback lying a few feet away.

"How did you…?" he had found himself hiding his face in the crook of the other man's neck by the time the biggest surges of magic had dissipated, the dark curls brushing over his skin and filling his senses with the scent of crushed leaves and rich earth. It appeared Harry had protected him from whatever it was he had done by simply wrapping his arms around the blonde's shoulders and using him slender body as a shield. Which didn't make any sense at all, seeing as the magic had come from inside the dark haired wizard, flowing through the clearing like a cleaning purge, leaving everything fresh and new. Green eyes as deep as oceans met his own when he finally looked up, full of mysteries and emotion.

"I just…I didn't want you to get hurt," suddenly Harry looked exhausted and it reminded Draco that the man had been caught in the webs of a curse for four years, in which time he had faced his own death over and over countless times. It was his turn to hold Harry who leaned against him gratefully and the blond willingly forgot that he was just as tired, "I don't think I could bear it if you got hurt," the words cut him so deeply he was sure he was bleeding inside and he finally couldn't keep the words inside.

"Har—Potter. You couldn't even remember my name. How do you know this…this…whatever this is didn't occur because I am the person who pulled you out of that place?" he wanted to say more but his throat closed and he couldn't say that they used to hate each other, couldn't say that the rest of the world would crucify them if this should become real, couldn't say that he wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything in his entire life and it was ripping him apart because he knew it could never be his.

"It could be that," the other man started, dark lashes like smudges of charcoal against his cheeks but before the words could even begin to sting, vibrant green was revealed along with a weak smile that made something in his chest twist painfully, "but I don't think that's the case," and because he wished it to be true, Draco didn't argue. Instead he closed his silver eyes and sighed.

"Perhaps it's time to get you home. The entire world is going to positively combust when they find out you're alive," the last statement was bitter but it was the word home that Harry seemed to pick up on first.

"I have a home? Really? I can't seem to recall that either," the blond winced, telling himself that he wouldn't cry. He had no idea where Harry lived or even if he had someplace to go. Surely as soon as Granger and Weasley heard about this, they would rush in and snatch the dark haired man away so that he would never see him again. And then he realized something amazing. Something that he never thought he would ever be capable of in a million years. He knew that, as long as Harry was okay and happy and if he never saw the man again, it would be worth every broken shard of his heart. And wasn't that strange too, because he barely knew this person, this man but he knew it would hurt to not be given the opportunity to learn everything about him.

"I don't know…" he breathed, finally plucking up enough courage to open his eyes and lose himself in a green so bright, he could stare at it forever and still never learn every facet of its luminescence, "But there are people who love you and miss you. Your home is there, with them," he missed the disappointment that flashed across the dark haired man's face then because he couldn't bear to watch anymore.

"Please tell me that includes you as well," but he couldn't answer because he didn't know.

TBC