Three days passed before something finally happened. It was mid-morning, and Hermione (yes, they had gotten on a first name basis at that point, given the circumstances) had stopped by to bring him another assignment for his classes. She was keeping him up to date the best she could, talking with Blaise (his roommate) to bring her his books and a change of clothing on day two. He thanked her once for her troubles, and she simply smiled at him and said, "You've been sitting there for two days straight. I'm happy to see that Harry has someone to love him for who he is, and not just his many titles. I'm happy to help."

Even Weasley started to come around. "Malfoy, go shower and change. You look like shit. I can watch him for fifteen minutes." Well, that was the closest thing to a kind word that Draco was going to get out of him, but he couldn't say he expected much more then that in the first place. He wasn't exactly kind himself. Civil when needed, but not friendly. It was a start.

Hermione added another parchment to his growing pile of books and parchments. He was reading some pages in his Defense Against the Dark Arts book, glancing up at the Gryffindor. "Any changes?" she asked, smoothing her fingers over Harry's fringe on his forehead.

The Slytherin shook his head. "Nothing yet. Madam Pomfrey seems hopeful, though." Closing his book, he put it down on his pile of school work, holding Harry's rough hand in both of his own pale hands. Tears pricked at his eyes, and he wondered how he had tears left. The first day, he had cried more then he had in his entire life before hand. Where did they keep coming from? Pressing the raven's hand to his lips, he gave it a gentle kiss. He wondered if Harry was dreaming, and if so, about him. He pictured them in a peaceful place, where nothing could hurt them. They had nothing to care about besides simply existing. It was a tempting future.

Hermione sighed, drawing him from his thoughts. "Okay. I need to get to Charms. I'll bring you lunch, okay?"

Draco gave a nod. Then, there was movement between his hands, and a sore, cracked voice hit his ears. "Dr... Draco?" The blonde jumped to his feet in alarm, gently holding onto Harry's hand still.

"I'm here, Harry, I'm here," he muttered to the almost awake boy, crouching down a bit so he was close to Harry's face and he could see those bright green eyes. They were watching him, searching his own.

"Are you okay?"

"Dear, that is something I should be asking you." Draco chuckled slightly. "Bloody Gryffindors, always caring about others."

"Did... Did those boys hurt you?"

Draco shook his head. Harry opened his mouth to speak more, but Draco covered his lips with a finger. "Don't use up all of your energy. Rest, I'll answer all of your other questions."

Hermione was on the other side of Harry now, holding his other hand and giving a smile through her tears. He smiled back at her before turning those beautiful eyes to me. "I arrived a moment before the curse they cast on you made you drop to the ground. You hit your head, and you received a bad concussion. You've been out for three days now. You will be fine with rest and time. I will gladly hold you down to your bed if you don't take proper time to rest. You're not made of glass, but you aren't made of steel, either. Don't scare me like that again." The last part was whispered as tears pricked at his eyes.

Harry smiled at him reaching up to smooth his fingers through Draco's messy hair. It was comforting for the blonde, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the touch more then breathing itself. "I can't promise that I won't. Us Gryffindors always get ourselves into trouble." His voice was weak, as was his laugh, but it was real, and it made Draco's heart thump in his chest. This time, it wasn't out of fear or worry.

Draco threw a look at Hermione, hoping she would understand. She looked back, reading his eyes before she smiled at him. The Slytherin wanted some alone time with Harry before everyone came rushing to his side to greet the man. "I have to get to Charms, Harry, but I'll be back at lunch, and I'll bring Ron and Ginny to see you. Hagrid will want to see you as well."

The Gryffindor gave his friend a nod in response, watching her leave before Draco cleared his throat. "Harry, I'm sorry. This was my fault. I knew Pansy was going to do this, and I tired to tell you, and I wasn't fast enou-" He was cut off by a pair of lips over his own. The kiss was chaste, gentle and so sweet it made Draco's heart ache.

"Don't blame yourself. You saved my life."

The Slytherin opened his mouth to say other wise, but the sparkle in Harry's eyes made him stop. He couldn't destroy that happiness to be right. Despite him being Slytherin, he was turning into a damn Hufflepuff for this boy.

"I love you," Draco breathed, shifting to curl one of his hands into Harry's unmanaged raven locks.

The Gryffindor smiled up at him so bright that he thought his face would split in half. "I love you too, Draco." They shared another kiss, and the world stopped for a moment. Perfection wasn't real, but in that kiss, it existed if only for a fleeting second.

Draco's grip tightened around Harry's hand, reminding the raven that he was still sitting patiently beside him. It was lunch time, and instead of eating, many of the Gryffindors were gathered around Harry, greeting him with smiles. Ginny had practically crushed him with a hug when she arrived. Now, the ginger girl was standing next to Draco, watching Harry with a practiced eye. Draco smirked to himself, knowing she was watching him to see the love, the spark, the hope in his eyes that was only for the Slytherin. Despite turning into a Hufflepuff, Draco still enjoyed winning. Harry wasn't simply a prize, but it was still nice to see jealousy in Ginny's eyes behind the smiles.

Neville took kindly to the blonde at Harry's side. Draco had long since given up on being a bully to Longbottom, focusing on Harry and his best friends instead. So, the pair of boys were on civil, neutral ground as of yet.

Seamus was flustered at the sight of the two of them together, and Harry caught the way he was looking at Dean. He smirked knowingly, chuckling at the Irish man. "Jeez. Seamus, you looked like you wanted to gut me when I came out." The man flushed more, shaking his head.

"I was just surprised, Harry, sorry."

"It's alright. I understand." He winked, looking over at Dean. Seamus just turned even brighter red and hid behind the crowd.

The Weasley twins seemed to get more then a kick about the relationship between Draco and Harry. "Fallen for the Ferret, Harry?" Fred asked, smirking loudly.

"Why yes, I have, Fred. I enjoy a very human, Draco, though."

"How's his shagging?" the other twin asked, causing a small gasp from Harry, who flushed deeply.

Draco, on the other hand, quirked an eyebrow. "Jealous that you're not getting any, Weasley?"

The discussion of their sex life ended after that, thankfully. Though, the blonde did whisper in the Gryffindor's ear, "Stop blushing. It makes me want to just climb on top of you in front of all of these people and give them a demonstration." This, of course, caused Harry to flush more, glaring half heartedly at his grinning boyfriend. Stupid prat.

The buzz died down about Harry's awakening by dinner time. Harry was confined to the bed still, so Madam Pomfrey had one of the elves send up food for the two boys still in the hospital wing (she had kicked everyone else out a few minutes before hand). Finally, Draco could eat with ease, as his stomach no longer sat in his knots nor was his throat closed up with tears and fear.

The pair finished eating, and Harry got a sparkle in his eye that Draco knew anywhere. Just as he was about to pounce his Gryffindor prince, Snape waltz in. "Professor Snape," Harry greeted him, sounding sourly disappointed.

"Hello, Potter. Feeling better? Draco was very much worried about you."

"Yes, Sir. I'd imagine you didn't come to just chat, though?"

"Smart you are, Potter. I came up here to ask you if you would like to seek punishment for the boys who did this to you. They are in my house, much to my dismay, so their punishment falls on my shoulders."

Draco met Harry's eyes, urging him to seek punishment for the pair of boys that hurt his raven. But Harry simply shook his head. "No, Professor. I do not want to seek revenge. Punish them, but do not be harsh. They will see the error of their ways in time, and the guilt will be punishment enough."

Snape raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything else on the matter. "I also came to inform you that you do not have to attend detention until Madam Pomfrey says you are fully recovered from your injury."

Harry gave a nod, figuring that was it. But Snape continued. "Finally, as Draco's god father, I feel it is my duty to tell you not to hurt my god son."

At this, Harry smiled, tightening his grip around Draco's hand and looking at the blonde affectionately. "I will not, Sir. I would never imagine hurting Draco."

The teacher gave a slow nod. "Very well, then. I will see you in class Monday, then, Potter." And he was gone in a flash of black robes.

Draco blinked. "Well, then. That was interesting. Snape was never really that much of a outwardly caring god father. He did favor me in school, bias of course, but he's never done something like that."

Harry simply smiled at him. "It's nice to see that Snape does care about some people. He cold ninety-nine percent of the time." The smile was infectious, leaving the blonde smiling as well. He leaned in, ready to snog the piss out of his Gryffindor. He only got a few kisses in before someone cleared their throat from behind him, causing him to snap away from Harry in surprise.

Dumbledore stood a few feet away from the bed, watching the boys with a small smile on his face. "Hello, Harry, Draco. It's nice to see you well, Harry. You gave us all quite a scare there."

Harry flushed slightly, clearing his throat. "I'm glad to be back, sir."

"It is my understanding that you and Mr. Malfoy are romantically involved?"

"Yes, sir."

"Would you mind if I have a word with him in private, then?"

"No, sir. He's been sitting here with me for three days now; I'm sure he wouldn't mind leaving for a little while."

Draco didn't enjoy being talked about like he wasn't there, but finally Dumbledore looked at him directly. "Let us go to my office, Draco. I'll make us some tea."

The blonde gave a nod at his headmaster, his heart picking up speed. He gave Harry a smile and a kiss on the forehead before releasing his hand and following the old man up to his office. Settling down into an arm chair in front of the headmaster's desk, Draco watched the tea pour itself into two cups. He sipped his quietly, his nerves making his body tense. Fuck. He hoped that he wouldn't have to talk to the headmaster before his mission, as it would only make it harder to do the mission, but it seems he had lost that battle.

Dumbledore was quiet, thoughtful for a few moments before he finally spoke. "Harry loves you very much, Draco."

Draco swallowed sharply. "And I him. He means more to me then anything."

The older man raised an eyebrow curiously, studying the younger man before him. "Anything?"

"Yes." His tone was hard, firm. The headmaster wasn't going to break him.

He leaned back after a moment of watching the Slytherin, thinking. "I hope that this war does not cause problems with your relationship. I would hate to see such true love broken because of such silly reasons."

"We don't talk about the war. We simply live each day as it comes."

"I see. Well, I wish you well, Draco. Don't hurt Harry. He doesn't need anything else on his shoulders right now."

"I would never hurt him." Draco's jaw tensed, and the old man blinked, alarmed at his sudden anger.

"I believe you wouldn't hurt the boy on purpose, Draco. But these are hard times."

The blonde forced himself to nod stiffly in response. Dumbledore gave him a smile after that, dismissing him.

'Crazy old bat,' the Slytherin thought to himself as he left the office. Despite this, Draco knew that it wouldn't be any easier to kill that man by the school years end. He wasn't a bad person. He carried about Harry. He was a powerful wizard, as well.

Sighing, Draco cleared his mind as well as his eyes. He didn't need to return to Harry angry or upset. The headmaster was right; Harry didn't need anything else on his shoulders right now. When the time came, he would deal with it then. He still had time to enjoy with the Gryffindor before he had to think about it. The thought made him smile as he stepped back into the hospital wing. His green eyed boyfriend was right where he left him, fast asleep. All of the guests had worn him out. Draco watched him sleep, committing it all to memory. With every breath, the end grew nearer, and he never wanted it to end.

Four months had passed since the incident. It was spring, and things were starting to come alive. The air was clean, fresh with flowers and love. Harry had just finished his detention with Snape, and it was nearing nine-thirty, the time that him and Draco agreed to meet in the Room of Requirement. The invisibly cloak easily covered his body. Mrs. Norris ran past him, and he chuckled slightly when he was out of her sight. Stupid cat.

The door was there to greet him. Draco usually got their first, for some reason. His common room was at the bottom level of the school, and yet the Room of Requirement was on the seventh floor. He didn't give a second thought as he pushed the door open, leaving his cloak by the entrance. The sounds of a soft, but rather sad piano melody greeted him. It perked his interest. Draco hadn't planned in a while, even more so something so sad.

With a small frown on his lips, the Gryffindor crossed the room, taking a seat beside his boyfriend at the piano bench. Draco didn't give him a greeting of any sort, but the blonde knew he was there. His head was bowed, his fringe swaying gently against his forehead. His brow was pulled tight in a sort of pain. Something was wrong, yet Harry didn't say anything. He knew better then to ask. If Draco wanted to share it with him, he would. If he didn't, Harry wasn't going to make him. They were close, but respect was something that they both gave each other. The both had secrets they weren't willing to share, and Harry gave his boyfriend privacy when he wanted it.

So, with a small sigh in his throat, Harry rested his cheek on Draco's shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist. It was a silent comfort and support to whatever troubled the Slytherin. Draco simply played, the music telling any emotions he was feeling at the moment. They didn't need to speak. Speaking would ruin the magic of the moment. It would ruin the simplicity of their relationship. There was never a need to tell each other their problems; the other party just understood.

Harry gave his quiet comfort, allowing Draco the company as he played out his emotions. Draco was silently thankful for a supportive partner, even if he had no idea what was going on. He was sure that leaving Harry in the dark right now would just be better in the end. He would get hurt, but Draco allowed himself a bit of selfishness. He wanted Harry. He wanted Harry happy, alive. He wanted to see his green eyes lit up with hope and happiness. He wanted to see his smile, hear his laugh, feel his touch. He wanted to kiss him, cuddle him, hold him, hug him. He wanted to love Harry without a 'but' in the equation. It was selfish, but he was willing to accept that if he could have Harry to himself, even for just a few short weeks longer. Then, everything would change.

In the moment, though, only they existed. There was no war, no family, no Voldemort, no Dumbledore, no Death Eaters, no Chose One and there wasn't two sides to the coin. The peace wouldn't last for long, but Draco planned to treasure each moment for as long as possible. He would engrave it into his mind so he could look back years later and know that only he could make Harry's eyes light up like that.

With every breath the two boys took, they knew that they were limited, but time stood still in the music. Nothing could hurt him. The love they shared blossomed.

And that was worth keeping hope that the future would be a bright one passed the storm that was rolling in.

A/N: This story is complete. I cried writing the last scene, I'm not gonna lie D: I'm so sad that this story is coming to a close; I really enjoyed writing it. But, fear not, I have more Drarry ideas, and I will hopefully be starting another story this week, if I can get my ideas down on paper/the computer, that is xD Please read, review and enjoy. I hope the ending was as emotional for you as it is for me D: