Dumbledore's funeral was far worse than Cedric's funeral in his forth year. He felt as though everyone was starring at him and he knew it wasn't because Draco was holding his hand. He had been given this look before; a look which haunted him with his waking eyes. Harry felt the wandering eyes fall on his back, and on the side of his face but he did his best to shrug it off. Draco could see Harry was uncomfortable, and gave his hand an occasional squeeze when he saw his shoulders tense. There would be two more Funeral's that week; Blaise Zabini's and Severes Snape's. When Harry mentioned them to Draco, he insisted he was alright but Harry knew Draco's mask, he knew it all too well.

"Now Harry Potter would like to say a few words . . ." Harry looked up at Hagrid who had just given a speech about Dumbledore. He doubted that anyone could understand what he was saying.

"It's alright, I'm here." Draco whispered brushing his lips above Harry's forehead.

"Harry?" Hagrid looked down from the stand. Harry gave him a quick nod and stood up slowly.

Draco gave him a small push from behind.

Harry walked up to the stand. The sound of soft chatters filled the room making him shiver.

"I can do this."

Harry stood up and glanced around quickly at his audience. Most of them were crying or had been crying. All of the professor's stood along the back. McGonagall gave Harry and nod.

"We're all here today because we've lost someone dear to us; but I have to say, Albus Dumbledore was not a trophy; he was a man, an important man who gave his life for me."

A few gasps were let out around the room and side conversations grew.

"A man who believed in me, when none of you would even glance in my direction." A few more gasps aroused from the crowd. Harry looked at Draco who gave him a reassuring nod to continue.

"I look around at familiar faces and I know the grievance that you feel is not only melancholy but betrayal. The Dark Lord has taken something from each one of us, leaving an empty space in our hearts. He's taken something from me for the last time, and I swear upon my word that Albus Dumbledore will not die in vein. He was too great of a man and a friend for this to be his ending. I stand here before you today not as "The boy who lived" but as "Harry Potter." I am a real person, not some legend that you pass along. I am just human, and that's what Dumbledore taught me. So today, we say good-bye to our Headmaster, our friend and loyal guide. Thank you for everything Albus Dumbledore and I pray that you rest in peace."

Harry glanced around at the crowd once more before stepping down. Harry was nearly shocked by a loud sound of applause. He walked back to his seat not once looking up to face any of the wandering eyes and sat back down next to Draco.

Draco took his hand again and caressed his fair skin.

"You spoke beautifully." Draco whispered.

Harry smiled lightly and moved himself closer to Draco, resting his head on his shoulder.

After the ceremony, everyone gathered in the Great Hall. Harry wasn't too thrilled about the fact there were people from the Daily Prophet awaiting an interview with him.

"Mr. Potter!"

"Harry Potter! How are you feeling right now?"

"Do you have any comments?"

"Do you feel responsible?"

Nearly a dozen reporters crowded around Harry. Draco was forced to let go of his hand.

"Harry!" Draco yelled trying to pull him out from the crowded circle. "Leave him alone!" Draco yelled shoving people out of the way.

"Hey kid watch it, we're trying to get our story here." A reporter yelled as he shoved Draco back.

Draco was furious. Simply furious.

"That's it!" Draco pulled the reporter back and threw one of his famous Malfoy punches in his direction. The guy fell backwards on the ground causing the rest of the crowd to turn and gasp.

"Harry come on!" Draco yelled pulling Harry's arm when the reporters weren't looking.

Harry and Draco made a hard dash down the hallway. They could hear in the distance footsteps trailing behind them. Draco looked to his right and threw Harry inside a closet shutting the door behind them.

"How original, a closet." Harry chuckled.

"Are you alright?" Draco placed his hands on Harry's shoulders.

Something happened in the instant that Harry looked at Draco. Harry didn't know what happened but he started to laugh, not just laugh but laugh hysterically.

"What? Did I miss something?" Draco looked around.

Harry continued laughing.

"I-I don't know why I'm laughing." Harry leaned against Draco.

"I don't know either, but I like it. It's nice to finally see you laugh." Draco pulled Harry closer to him.

"You know there's just something so unbelievably sexy about hiding in a closet." Harry said playfully.

"You think so?" Draco smirked as he lowered his head to kiss Harry's neck.

"Draco, are you trying to seduce me?" Harry chuckled.

"Mhmmm . . . your finally catching on, Potter." Draco filled in the space between them and kissed Harry hungrily. Harry moaned slightly at the feeling of Draco against his body.

Draco wanted Harry, and Harry wanted Draco. They didn't waste any time. Harry pulled off Draco's shirt then his own.

Draco hissed at the feeling of his bare skin against Harry's. Harry started to laugh again, this time he felt a little insane.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, Potter but it's so sexy." Draco unzipped his pants and let Harry pull them down to his knees while he worked on Harry's zipper.

"Are you sure you want to do this now?" Draco asked before going any further. Harry didn't reply he just pulled Draco's boxers down sucking on his chest.

"Mmmmm . . ." Draco moaned and pulled down Harry's boxers as well. Harry pushed Draco on his back forcefully.

"Now it's my turn." Harry whispered in Draco's ear. Draco shivered as he felt Harry's body straddle over him.

"Harry . . . please . . ." Draco whimpered.

"Malfoy, are you begging me?" Harry smirked.

"Please . . ."

"What do you want, Draco?"

"I-I want you now!" Harry didn't need another word. He positioned himself over Draco and pushed himself inside slowly. Draco's spine tensed up while he made a slight hiss from the pain.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked sounding concerned.

"Go . . . faster." Harry did as he was told. With every thrust it was becoming easier to flow in and out.

"Harry!" Draco yelled arching his back.

Harry bit his lip as he watched Draco's angelic body tense up from pleasure.

"Draco . . . Oh God!" Harry hadn't remembered their first time being this way. He wasn't so eager to talk, probably because he was so nervous. This time it was hot and passionate, not as sweet and innocent as before.

"Harry . . . don't stop!" Harry wanted to continue but he knew his body wouldn't let him go much longer. After a few more thrusts he released.

"Draco!" Harry yelled.

Harry moved himself off Draco and leaned against the side of the closet. And for some reason; his once uncontrollable laughing was now replaced with tears.

"H-Harry?" Draco crawled over to Harry. "What's wrong . . . love?"

"Draco . . . I'm sorry." Harry sobbed.

"W-What are you talking about? You were amazing . . ." Draco kissed his forehead gently.

"No . . . I just love you so much, I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you. For some reason this feels like the last time we'll ever see each other. I'm so used to being alone."

"Hey . . . stop." Draco wiped away a few tears streaming down Harry's face. "I love you so much, Harry. I wish there was more I could say, you just have to trust me. Do you?"

"I do." Harry smiled lightly wiping his face.

"Speaking of "I dos" we have to start planning the wedding."

Suddenly the closet door swung open.

"Blood hell!" Harry covered himself up with his shirt. Draco did the same.

A tall slender figure stood in the doorway.

"Draco?"

Draco's heart stopped when he saw none other than the supposed to be deceased Blaise Zabini standing before him.

Oooo, my evil side is coming out, sorry but it was the perfect place to end the chapter. I'll update soon, don't worry. Please review!

-Manda