I know that the dialogue for this chapter doesn't match that of the film but since most of it doesn't follow exactly, I didn't bother to find out the exact dialogue.

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Broken Like An Angel

Chapter 21
No PoV

Thumbing through yet another book, Harry scanned tiredly through the small text covering the pages. They had been researching ways to hold his breath underwater for an hour for most of the evening now – they had started almost as soon as their classes had ended. He heard Hermione and Ron tell him that they were going to put some books away and muttered a sleepy acknowledgement to the two before they walked away. Knocking lightly on the bookcases in front of the desk he was sitting at, Harry hoped the occupant of the desk on the other side would hear.

"You still there?" Harry spoke in a hushed voice.

"Yeah, I am." Came a voice from the other side of the many rows of books.

"Have you found anything?" The black haired boy whispered.

"No, sorry. I don't know any spells that could help you and I can't find anything in any of these books. I'll keep looking though."

"Ok, thanks. How are you holding up? You must be tired. I know I am." Harry said in concern to the other person.

"Yeah, I'm tired but I can manage. We need to find something to help you." A determined voice floated through the bookcase to Harry.

"Alright but if you get too tired, go to bed." Harry said sternly.

"...Fine."

He heard footsteps behind him and turned to see his two best friends approaching him.

"Hermione and Ron are coming back. Seriously though, thank you Draco."

"No problem." Draco whispered back.

Quickly looking back to the book on the desk, he tried to hide the small smile on his face and concentrate on the text that seemed to be dancing on the paper as if to taunt him. He knew that by this point he was far too tired to be doing this and really he needed to get some sleep before the task the next day but he needed to find a spell or charm or something or that would help him.

"So mate, tell us again what the egg said?" Ron said, sounding more lively than Harry ever could have at the time.

"Come seek us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground, an hour long you'll have to look, to recover what we took." He recited yet again, already knowing it by heart. Hermione thought aloud about the riddle, deeming it 'self-explanatory but potentially problematic'. Anger overtook fatigue as he heard his friends talking and he couldn't restrain it. Did they really think that potentially problematic was the appropriate way to describe this situation?! Firstly, it was a lot more serious than that! Did they not understand that if they didn't find a way for him to hold his breath for an hour he was going to die?! He could actually die! Then there's the fact that they weren't being particularly comforting. He might not have been showing it much but he was scared out of his mind and his two best friends weren't supporting him at all and his boyfriend had to help him secretly so he couldn't comfort him either. Panic was setting in but he was distracted from his thoughts by Mad-eye Moody walking over to their table.

"Granger, Weasley. Professor McGonagall wants to see you." He said gruffly and the aforementioned students shared a bemused look. They didn't seem to have any more of an idea what it was about than Harry did but they apologetically and regretfully bid Harry good night and quietly left the library. Moody then called out to Neville who was passing by, ordering him to help put the many stacks of books surrounding Harry away. Neville stuttered an agreement and picked up a stack before scurrying away to replace them on the shelves. Seeing this, the ex-auror walked away, leaving the black haired boy alone.

"Hey. What do you think McGonagall wants with Granger and Weasley?" Came a quiet voice from the other side of the bookshelf.

"I have no idea." Harry mumbled.

Neville stumbled back into view and began rambling about herbology but Harry tuned him out, far too many worries in his head to care about plants. However, the constant noise of Neville's voice in the background of his mind prevented him from thinking properly and after a few minutes he couldn't take it anymore and his stress made itself known as he yelled at the poor boy, though it sounded more like an exasperated plea than any real anger.

Then, Harry heard the words he had been wanting to hear all day from the least likely person. 'Gillyweed might work.' That's what Neville had said and immediately Harry's head snapped up, gaze focusing on the other boy. The boy almost cowered under the intense green stare.

"Gillyweed? What's that?"

"It's a plant. When ingested, it gives you gills. It's really interesting actually. Usually-" Neville continued talking but Harry cut him off, desperation overriding his manners.

"Where can I get it?" Harry demanded.

"Umm... I- I'll get some for you. I'll g-give it to you to-tomorrow." Harry felt a little bad for making Neville stutter again and lose the confidence herbology had began to give him but he knew he would be back to normal again soon and right now Harry was flooded by relief and exhaustion so he just couldn't bring himself to care.

"Thanks Neville. You're a life-saver." The black haired boy replied, voice filled with appreciation and fatigue.

"You should get some sleep Harry. I'll put the rest of these books away for you." Neville said, kindly.

"Really? Thanks Neville." Harry said, his voice showing just how tired he was. All this stress about the tournament and the late nights with Draco were really starting to take a toll on him. When Neville grabbed more books and walked away, Harry stood slowly and made his way around the bookshelves.

As he turned the corner, a bright smile plastered itself on his face. There, at the desk directly opposite the one he had previously been occupying, was Draco Malfoy. His arms were resting on the table to either side of him and his head was on a book that remained open on the desk, face to the side and platinum hair splayed out around him. His eyes were closed and he looked absolutely beautiful. Even in the dim lighting, Harry could see that he was the most relaxed he had been in, probably, months and it made him even more attractive than usual.

He was entranced, just staring at the sleeping boy, until he heard footsteps approaching him that brought his attention back to the present. Peering carefully around the shelf, he saw that Neville was back for another stack of books. The footsteps receded again and the back haired boy walked cautiously over to the blonde. He must not have been asleep long enough for nightmares to start yet, or maybe he wouldn't have any nightmares tonight? Harry always hoped that he wouldn't but knew he was almost always wrong when Draco slouched into the dining hall for breakfast with bags under his eyes and left again having eaten next to nothing.

Walking over to the boy, Harry gently shook his arm and whispered his name. "Draco. Hey Draco, wake up."

The blonde's eyelids fluttered before finally opening slightly. "Wha-?" Draco mumbled drowsily.

Harry gave up trying to ignore how cute the boy was and placed a soft kiss on his lips before replying. "You fell asleep in the library. You need to go back to your dorm."

The blonde grumbled a little but then seemed to realise something that made him sit up straight, eyes wide open. "That's right! We need to find a spell for the task tomorrow!" Draco exclaimed and began pulling more books towards him and quickly flicking the pages.

"Shhh! Be quiet! Neville's still here. Don't worry about tomorrow, it's sorted. Neville knew of a solution." The black haired boy hissed.

"Neville? Seriously?" Draco looked surprised but the surprise rapidly morphed into sadness, disappointment and a hint of anger. "So even Longbottom knows more than me?! He can help you and I can't?!" The blonde said, voice turning to something akin to a growl.

Taking a hold of Draco's wrist, Harry pulled him out of the library and quietly closed the door behind them. Dragging him into a nearby empty classroom, he let go and turned to face the blonde boy who appeared to still be angry and upset at the same time.

"I didn't say that. Neville knows more about herbology than you, yes, but he knows more about herbology than most of the students here, maybe even Hermione. I think you are one of the most intelligent people I've ever met and I've met Hermione." Harry said with a small smile. "You are very helpful to me and remember that Neville is a fellow Gryffindor and friend but you, Draco, are my boyfriend."

The anger gradually left Draco's face as the Gryffindor spoke.

"Boyfriend..." Draco whispered. "I like the sound of that... I've never had a boyfriend before." He said thoughtfully.

"Neither have I. Never thought I would either." Harry replied with a light chuckle. "Now we'd better get back to our dorms before we fall asleep right herein the middle of this classroom. I told you to go to bed if you got too tired."

"I was going to but... I just really wanted to help you. You helped me loads and I wanted to do the same for you..." The Slytherin blushed as he spoke and Harry was struck again by just how cute Draco could be without even knowing it.

"You really think you don't help me? I can't even imagine how stressed I would have been about this whole tournament if I didn't have you. Also, don't think you have to repay me for helping you. You don't. I'm so glad I could help you and I even got to know you because of it. Of course I'm not glad you needed help in the first place but I'm so grateful I got the opportunity to get to know you properly. And now I think I have the most amazing boyfriend in the world, muggle and wizarding, too." Draco's blush increased tenfold and Harry began to blush as well.

"I'm not amazing... You are. I'm so glad you bothered to help me. No one else would have and even if they had, it would never have meant as much to me as it does that it's you." Draco mumbled, embarrassed. Not knowing quite how to respond to show how much that meant to him, Harry captured the blonde's lips in a kiss. It started as a gentle caress but soon lips parted, tongues met and Harry pulled Draco closer to him, passion overwhelming him. He nibbled lightly on the blonde's lower lip causing him to moan quietly. Then he was gone, scrambling away with wide, panicked eyes. It took the Gryffindor a moment to figure out what was happening but when he did, he felt absolutely terrible.

"I am so sorry! I got carried away and went too far. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you, I just got so into the kiss that I wasn't thinking..." The black haired boy rambled guiltily until Draco cut him off.

"It's ok. It's my fault, not yours. I'm sorry I'm so pathetic... I really do love you and I want to kiss you and... you know... do other stuff... I just can't... I'm sorry!" The Slytherin replied, tears building up in his eyes until he furiously scrubbed at his eyes with his sleeve.

"It's not your fault so don't apologise. You're certainly not pathetic. You're the strongest person I know for dealing with all of this so well. You went through a very traumatic experience and other people would have completely broken down after going through what you did. All of this is Lucius' fault." Harry's formerly reassuring tone turned to a growl on the last sentence, pure rage dripping from each syllable. Tears welled up in Draco's eyes once again and he moved closer to the black haired boy, putting a comforting hand on his arm.

"I'm not strong..." Draco muttered. "You know, over summer, I used to have daydreams that you would come racing to the manor on your Firebolt and fly off with me...Stupid, I know." A blush took over his face again.

"That's not stupid. It's normal to wish for a way out of a horrible situation and I swear, if I had know what was happening and known what an amazing guy you are, I would have had you away from there the first time Lucius even looked at you strangely."

A small smile appeared on Draco's face and some of Harry's anger faded away. He really did think that Draco was the strongest person he knew for going through what he did and still being able to smile only a few months later.

"Anyway, we'd better be getting to bed. Busy day tomorrow..." Harry said, quietly and they began to walk down the stairs together.

"You'll be alright. You've been through worse than this before." Draco reassured him and Harry wondered how the other boy had known he was nervous. He had been trying hard not to show it since Draco had much bigger problems than he did but somehow he had noticed anyway.

"Thanks... and good night." The black haired boy whispered as they reached the bottom of the stairs and he quickly pulled Draco into a tight hug before releasing him and starting to walk back to the Gryffindor tower. He refused to look back to see Draco walking in the opposite direction for fear he would lose his resolve so he just kept walking somewhat shakily to his bed while trying not to think about what he was expected to do when he woke up.

Broken Like An Angel