"Draco, we need to talk." Blaise's tone was serious, a little too serious. They were in the common room, Draco sleeping on the couch, waking up from yet another nightmare.

"What is it Blaise," Draco said groggily, wiping off his drool and tear stained eyes.

"I just came back from Slughorn's dinner party. It's not going to sound good. You won't like it."

"I really don't need this right now," Draco said sitting up.

"Potter was there. And so was the weaslette."

"And?" Draco's heart began to race. He knew Harry would be there, but the girl Weasley?

"They were flirting. All night." Draco's eyes widened at the thought before he then took the pillow which was sitting next to him, and nailed it at the Italians face. "The hell was that for!?" He said covering his nose.

"That's what you get for lying to me about something so ridiculous," he said, face full of anger.

"I'm not lying! He stood up for her and everything! She kept looking at him the way you look at him."

"Harry wouldn't cheat on me! He loves me! He wouldn't she- would he?" Draco put his face in his hands, his voice turning silent as he thought about all the times they shared. Harry seemed definite he loved him, but then again he himself had been a sorry basket case lately and how could Harry want to be with someone like that? And him and the weaslette always spend time together, more than Draco and him ever had. He and Harry have only seen each other what? Five times this year? For Salazar's sake they practically lived together! Was Harry getting tired of him?

"Here mate. I think you'll need this." Blaise tossed him the pillow before walking off to the boy's dormitory, hoping sleep will find him before tomorrows quidditch game. Draco took the pillow and threw it down where it was before, laying down and screaming in it until his voice was hoarse and tears fell to his cheek.

That damned cabinet is ruining everything.

Draco woke up from a frantic Blaise who was already dressed in his uniform. "Draco wake up! It's time for the big game!"

"No," he mumbled into the pillow. He felt like mud, mud that had been run over by a dump truck that is. He hadn't really gotten much sleep that night considering his mind was practically on fire due to the mission and the dark lord and Harry- mostly Harry.

"It's against Gryffindor. Potter will be there, and so will the Weasley girl," Blaise whispered in his ear, receiving an immediate reaction from the blonde who was now halfway into his Slytherin quidditch attire. They made their way down to the pitch, snow blowing through their hair, chilling their bodies to absolute stone.

They had already missed the pep talk, which Draco initially didn't care about. It was same old same old every year and frankly, he'd rather get his sleep than listen to whoever decided to give it this game. The team lined up, seekers in front, waiting for their names to be called. Draco looked across to the Gryffindor stand, which he initially regretted seeing that the girl weasel couldn't take her hands off of his Harry.

Ginny took her hand and swiped away bangs from Harry's face to which Harry said thank you before a smile covered his face. That bastard! This couldn't be happening, this couldn't be happening. Draco will kill her.

Draco didn't realize he was hyperventilating before Flint turned to him and stated: "Good Malfoy, make sure to use that hatred towards the Gryffindors during the game." And that's exactly what he intended to do. He would kill her if it was the last thing he'd do.

The rest of the game went by in a blur, the only thing on his mind was killing that Weasley. It was about hallway through when he finally stole a bad from a beater and slammed a bludger towards her, only to be redirected by another beater from the Gryffindor team and boos coming from anywhere in the crowd. And then there was Harry who was flying into the clouds, probably because of the snitch, oh but Draco had no intentions of winning, no intentions at all.

He followed the path the Gryffindor went through, the icy clouds cracking his skin. The spectators were not in view anymore, the sounds of the crowd were not heard anymore, it was just Harry, Draco, and the snitch.

The blonde was catching up his hand in front of him, almost as is he was reaching for the snitch but suddenly last second when the two were neck and neck, Draco turned his hand and took a handful of Harry's shirt, smashing their lips together forcefully before he then turned towards the people below in defeat as Harry wrapped his hands around the snitch, yelling "don't forget, you're mine" leaving him completely speechless.

The music was loud, the common room was filled, and the romance was present the night of the Gryffindor party. People were laughing and cheering at a job well done for Ron who was now riding a sea of people. Harry and Hermione were laughing together and chatting about the days events, however it took all he had to not spill about Draco. It had been bothering him so much since he kissed him and then threw the game. But then Again, he had too many questions for Draco nowadays, questions he knew wouldn't be answered.

He was pulled from his deep thought by a loud commotion as Ron received his first kiss. Harry smiled, happy for his best friend, and turned to see Hermione leaving the common room. Curiosity fueled him for follow her down the many hallways she did go through. He actually lost her once or twice, only to walk down a stairwell to find her sobbing silently- almost silently.

He decided to comfort her, sitting down and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"I'm just practicing," she sniffed, "how does it feel, Harry? How does it feel when you know you can't be with Draco?" Harry automatically stiffened and looked at her with wild eyes, trying to conjure an excuse. "I know Harry. I have known. You're my best friend. You love him."

Suddenly Ron and Lavender walked in as if they owned the place and Harry couldn't tell what the girl was saying through all the giggles. God, he's happy he wasn't dating a girl. All he saw was a bunch of paper birds straight up attacking Ron on command from Hermione herself, shooing the couple from the room.

His mind was somewhere else. Well on someone else. Draco. The pain, the hurt, the confusion all flowing back to him. Why was he acting so weird? And of course the horrific rumors of him being a death eater Harry absolutely refused to believe. His heart was injured just looking st the boy nowadays. He looked like he was dead, to be honest with you, and Harry didn't know how much he could handle before snapping.

"It feels like this."

"Go find him. Please. I'll be okay." Hermione wiped her tears and half smiled.

"But Hermione-" Harry stood only to have her agree with his inner thoughts.

"Go."

"Thank you." He could finally find Draco, explain things, talk to him.

Harry immediately set off, not knowing where he was going but his feet carried him straight to the astronomy tower, figuring that he could see the whole grounds from there, hoping he could catch a peak of blonde hair before he maybe went into the forest, or maybe he could check the room of requirement afterward.

He climbed the rickety old stairs to the top of the tower to find a blonde very close to the edge. Too close to the edge.

"Draco!" Harry sprinted to the man who was about the jump, wrapping his arms around his waist, shoving him as far back to the wall as possible, slamming his head against the concrete. The Gryffindor had his legs straddled on either side of the Slytherin who's eyes were red and puffy. "What the hell was that?"

"Harry! I wasn't gonna-"

"You scared me to death-"

"-I wasn't going to jump-"

"Why were you so close to the ledge? You could have slipped-"

"Harry!"

"You almost committed-"

"Harry please!"

"Why-" Draco cut off Harry and smashed their lips together for the second time that day, but this time Harry scurried away and stood up, back against the opposite wall. "Why do you think kissing me makes it better? That it covers up that fact I almost lost you!"

"Harry I-"

"And why did you kiss me in the middle of the match! We could have been caught! Then what would have happened? Snape could have seen us! Rita Skeeter! We would be on the front page of the daily prophet in hours, your family would find out, Voldemort! He'd have a right good one on us now, wouldn't he! You'd be dead the second the ink was splattered on the paper!" Harry was pacing the whole time, Draco finally stood in the middle of his speech, anger flowing inside of him.

"At least you have a backup."

"What," Harry scoffed.

"You've got to be kidding me! That Weaslette had her hands all over you. I now you two are dating behind my back. How could you not be? The way she looks at you, the way you look at her. I should have known.."

"Ginny? This what you're on about? This is why you've been acting so weird these past few weeks? Because of her!"

"No for a completely different reason!"

"I'm listening! Go on, spill!"

"No."

"Draco!"

"No! I'm not going to tell you!"

"Why not!"

"You've just got to trust me!"

"I've just got to trust you? You're the one who told me not to trust you! And you're sneaking off all the time, I never get to see you anymore! When was the last time we were together? Oh that's right! A month ago, in the room of requirement, the place you refused to go all year and the second we go near a stupid cabinet you sprint out the door to leave me by myself, won't even talk to me for a MONTH! You tell me not to trust my boyfriend of almost two years and then shove me to the floor to make out with me because kissing makes everything better for you, and then abandon me half-naked, alone, in the room of requirement! And you think I'm the one with the secret girlfriend? How do I know you're not cheating on me? Oh that's right, I'm supposed to trust you, but I'm not supposed to trust you! And then we can kiss and live happily ever after!"

"Harry! I'm not cheating on you! How could you think I would do that!"

"How could you think I would do that? You're the one breaking dates all the time, using pathetic excuses to get out of everything! And you refuse to tell me what's going on!" Draco began walking to the door, It isn't his bloody fault he was chosen. He put his hand on the doorknob and was about to walk out before an arm was shoved in front of his face, hand placed against the wall. "Like bloody hell, you're leaving."

"I don't need this right now okay! Just leave me alone!" Draco turned the door handle only to have it ripped away from him as Harry mustered all his strength and shoved him against the wall. "Harry!"

"Don't you 'Harry' me, Draco Malfoy. You're keeping your arse right here and hearing me out."

"Harry just let me go!"

"No," Harry said with as much force as he could muster, tightening his grip on the other boy's shoulders.

"You're so stubborn!"

"I'm not as bad as you! You refuse to tell me anything anymore! You know you can trust me right? You can tell me anything!"

"I wish I could Harry, I really do!" Draco was about to start crying but he sucked it up.

"There you go again! Getting all choked up over something that I don't know about. How am I supposed to help you if I haven't got a clue what's going on!"

"Because you can't help me! No one can help me!"

"Because you won't let them!"

"Because they can't! It's impossible!"

"Nothing's impossible, we're the perfect example of it! We absolutely hated each other's guts for almost 4 years and now you're only thing think about every damned waking moment of my life! You're driving me insane, Draco! And I'm worried sick about you. I'm so scared for you because you are crying all the time and you look sick, and I swear to god that I haven't seen you take a bite of food since last year! Have you looked in the mirror?"

"No, and I'm not going to!"

"Why not? You refuse to take your shirt off around me and I'm pretty sure I can see your ribs even with your robes on! You're weaker than a fairy!"

"I didn't come up here to be criticized by you so can you please let go!"

"Never! I'm never going to let go of you! No matter what!"

"Damn you, Potter," Draco said through his teeth.

"Oh so we're going back to surnames, are we? I'm just trying to help you!"

"Well stop it because I don't need your help! I can do this on my own. Alone."

"Just please tell me! I want to be there for you!"

"I don't need you there!"

"Draco please just let me fix you!"

"I'm not a stupid toy!"

"But you're broken!"

"No, I'm not, now get off of me!"

"Tell me right now and I'll let you leave."

"I'm not saying anything!"

"Please!"

"No! I'm not telling anyone, not even you!" Harry stepped off of Draco and shook his head.

"I'm leaving," Harry said, not letting his eyes meet Draco's anymore.

"What?"

"I said I'm leaving, would you like me to spell it out for you?"

"You can't leave!"

"And why not! You were just about to walk right out that door!"

"Because of of...I-..we-. UGH! Fine! I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you anymore. Just go to your stupid ginger weasel girlfriend!"

"Fine, I will! And don't you dare think about going towards that ledge again because if you die, know that I'm going to wake you up so I can personally kill you again, myself." Harry slammed the door behind him.

Draco stood there, silent tears streaming down his face. He really went. The let the best thing of his life walk out the door. Stupid Voldemort. Stupid cabinet. Stupid Dumbledore. Stupid Harry.

He had to find him.

Upon opening the door, there stood Harry, his eyes full of sadness and pain, face pale. Like he wanted to cry but he couldn't.

"When are you going to get it through your stupid, thick skull that I love you and only you, and you're the only one for me?"

Happy Friday. Forest?

Harry glanced up from the note that plopped from an owl seconds before. He glanced up at Draco with a raised eyebrow, of course after assuring the coast was clear throughout the Great Hall.

"Are you going to come this time," Harry mouthed. Draco flattened his lips to him, and then mouthed yes, only to receive two raised eyebrows in return. "It's been four weeks you've canceled."

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to what Harry was trying to say. He was never a good lip-reader "What?"

Harry mouthed it again, Draco the same reaction. Harry rolled his eyes before grabbing a quill from his bag, scribbling on the back of the note. He mouthed, "Potions," leaving Draco to wait impatiently for the reply. Merlin, he'd been screwing up.

For the past four weeks, he'd either been called to meetings with the Dark Lord or had been working on the cabinet. And if that wasn't enough stress, he and Harry'd been fighting within the month. Just small petty things, nothing intense, but enough to keep the fire going: Draco didn't eat dinner; Draco skipped class; Draco went to breakfast late, and even when there, didn't eat anything; Harry watching Draco on his map, him being out too late. The list went on and on, and it wasn't like they had the time to properly argue.

Draco- nonstop- worked on the cabinet. He skipped all his electives just to fix it, and sometimes, when the demons lurked in the night, the Dark Lord would call him and tell him things to tell Harry, to make it seem like all was well, all was happy. However, words have different meanings when spoken in different ways.

So when he was ordered to compliment Harry, he sounded as if he was mocking Harry, which would, initially, start a fight. Harry would get angry at anything Draco did out of the usual.

The met in the dungeons just before class started, and not one word was spoken between the two. Harry just shoved the note in Draco's hand, and he walked away before Draco could say anything. The back of his throat burned as he read the note.

"Be there tonight. We need to talk."

"So you actually showed up," Harry bit, staring off at the dark water as Draco approached him. "What a surprise." Draco was quiet and eyed Harry, and for some reason, this pit of anger just developed in his stomach.

"You want to talk," Draco evened his tone, "Talk, then."

"I don't even know where to start. I don't know whether I want to punch you because I haven't seen you properly in a month, or hug you."

I prefer a hug. "We've never seen each other properly, Harry, we hide in the woods like some mutant creature in secret," Draco sneered. "Like a caged animal."

"You know what I mean," Harry snapped. He stood in irritation, making himself level to Draco so he could see him properly. In the moonlight, Draco's cheekbones poked out slightly, and he had dark dark circles under his eyes. Harry put his hand to Draco's cheek. "God, look at you."

"Would you relax? I'm just… I'm ill," Draco said unconvincingly. Well, technically he was.

Harry let go and raised both his eyebrows, easily seeing through his lie, "You're ill," he crosschecked.

"Yes."

"What is it, then?"

Draco stood quietly under Harry's stare until he conjured something. "Influenza."

"Shouldn't you be in the hospital if you have the flu?"

"That's where I have been."

"Every Friday. And only Friday. Hmph."

"What, you don't believe me," Draco intimidated.

"Well, frankly, no. I don't."

"You're such an arse! I could be dead tomorrow because this virus could eat my lungs out. How would you feel then?"

"I have a few reasons," Harry crossed his arms. "One being influenza can only last up to two weeks, from then on its severity is the same as the common cold. Two: the common flu cannot eat your lungs out, just make them phlemmy-"

"What, are you a healer now," Draco bit at him.

"I had it when I was nine," Harry snapped back. "The third reason that I know you're completely fine-"

"I'm not." It wasn't a lie. He wasn't fine. Harry ignored him.

"Is that I have a map of the entire goddamned school and the first thing I do when you stand me up checks it. You're never on it. That's how I know you skip class."

Draco's chest heated in scarce, in fact so did his arms. He opened his mouth to explain but then closed it immediately.

"So. Please. Lie to me again. I want you to." Harry swallowed furiously.

"So what, you're stalking me now?"

"Oh, don't you dare pin this on me, Draco Malfoy," he pointed his finger at him and stepping forward, causing Draco to step back.

"Have you ever heard of free will," Draco sneered. "Do you have to know everything I'm doing every single second of the day? It's none of your business what I'm doing during classes or any other day of the week for that matter."

"It most certainly is my business! I'm your boyfriend, damn it, I love you! I know you don't have much credibility with love, but you have me. And if you're hurting, it's my business."

Draco grabbed his collar. "You don't own me, Potter," he spat, dangerously close to him. "I'm not hurting."

Harry wasn't afraid. Draco wouldn't hurt him; that was that. "Would you stop lying to me! What did I ever do to you to earn you lying to me constantly?"

You didn't do anything. "I don't lie to you constantly," he lied.

"Right," he scoffed breaking from Draco's grip and turning towards the water and then back to Draco. "You know, you can tell me anything right?"

No, I can't. There are a number of things I can't spit from my mouth, like what happened to me over summer, or what I am or what I have to do. Or those three words. I just can't. "Of course I know."

Harry flattened his lips and breathed deeply. "Then why don't you?"

You'd hate me, and I can't live to see that happen. Draco didn't want to answer, so instead, he changed the subject. "Are we really going to spend this whole time attacking each other," Draco asked.

"Fighting is the only thing that gets anything out of you," Harry said, turning and looking at him. "It's like we can't talk like normal people."

"We aren't… Harry, maybe we've just… hit a rough patch."

"You call a rough patch not speaking to each other, not seeing each other, not even being able to think about each other without getting angry."

"I don't get angry when I think of you," Draco snapped, "If anything you calm me down."

"Really," Harry scoffed, "Right."

"You do!"

"If I calmed you down, you would be with me, just like when I had nightmares all last year. You calmed me down then. I don't know what's happening now. Is it because I locked your father up, or is it something else? What are you hiding from me?" Draco began to walk away because, in his head, Harry's voice said something different: death eater, death eater. He was going crazy. Death eater, death eater. A pit of fire ignited in his veins. Death eater, death eater.

"Maybe we're just drifting apart," he erupted, throwing his hands out to the side before putting them in his hair. "It's what couples do! They drift when they realize they aren't right for each other!" Death eater, death eater. LIAR.

Draco turned around and walked towards the lake, the back of his eyes stinging.

"When did you realize that," Harry spoke softly, his throat burning. He walked over to him.

"Why haven't you yet," Draco's voice cracked.

"Do you really feel like that?"

No. "Maybe. Yes. I don't know."

"Draco, either you know or you don't know," Harry bit. "Just tell me what's going on in that head of yours. I can't read your mind."

I'm afraid of losing you. "I don't know if it's right that… that we're together." I want to protect you.

"Morally?"

"Yes." Death eater, death eater.

"Draco, it's never been morally right for us to be together. Ever."

"So maybe we should stop this now."

"Oh, don't tell me you finally have a conscience. If you did, you still wouldn't be treating me like this. And even if you somehow grew one over night, then you'd have to tell me right now and give me evidence as to how it actually happened because I wouldn't believe you."

Draco let out a dry, emotionless laugh. "Right," he whispered to himself. "Me with a conscience."

Harry took a deep breath, and he realized how much it hurt, the thought of him and Draco breaking up. "Are you saying you never wanted this," he choked.

"I'm not saying that."

"Then what are you saying," Harry shouted, his voice shaky and volumes higher than what'd it been. "Stop shutting me out! Please. Please just tell me what wrong! I want to fix you! I want to fix us." He had tears of his eyes thinking back to the day in the hospital wing. 'Safe is with me.' But he didn't feel as safe with Draco anymore, no, he felt Draco was a time bomb; holding it all in, waiting for the worst possible time to explode.

Harry put his hand on Draco's shoulder and Draco shoved it away. "Don't touch me. Not now."

"Please just tell me what you're thinking."

Draco put his head in his hands and wiped his face. "I can't."

"Yes, you can! Yes, you can, Draco! You can tell me any thing! Please, why can't you tell me? I won't hurt, I promise," he lied to himself. He would hurt. He would hurt very much.

Draco didn't answer, but a tear stripped his face, and he wiped it in haste. Harry wanted to clear it. He wanted to hold him and hug him, but he felt so much disgust he couldn't. "Are you one of them," he whispered.

Yes. "Oh stop being stupid!"

"Draco, please tell me, I wouldn't be mad," Harry pleaded, "I can't be with you like this anymore! I can't see you every day knowing that I can't wipe that look off your face."

Draco didn't know which Harry to trust: the one right before him, the boggart, or the heartbroken one he made the promise to six months ago. He chose the latter. "I'm not."

"Then would you at least tell me what happened to you during summer. This is when it all started, isn't it? Our downfall. Voldemort."

"It's not because of him! He has nothing to do with anything! This is between you and me."

"You're different that what you were last year," Harry said.

"I grew up," Draco sneered.

"Did he torture you?"

"It doesn't matter what he did to me!"

That was Draco's fault: admitting he was even near Voldemort. Harry felt sick to his stomach.

"He… he touched you?"

"Harry that's not… Harry, just forget what I said."

"Did he torture you," Harry demanded, grabbing his arm as Draco began to walk away. "Draco. What did he do to you?"

"Let go of me!"

"Draco!"

Draco struggled to break from his grip as Harry kept pressing and pressing. Death eater, death eater.

"Draco," Harry practically begged.

"Twice," Draco lied, just to get Harry to shut up. "Harry, let go. I can't… I just can't."

"Does he know about us?" Harry's grip got harder.

"No, he doesn't," he tried to sound as reassuring as possible. "He doesn't and I won't let him. And maybe that's why we need to just let go."

"What, you think just breaking up will solve everything?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Death eater, death eater. Murderer. Liar.

"You're stupid and you're barking!"

I love you. "Maybe I just don't want you anymore. Have you ever thought about that?"

Harry went silent. "No," his voice cracked. "I've never thought about that."

"Have you ever thought there was a reason I missed our dates?"

"Draco," his voice cracked.

"You want to hear what's on my mind, here, you've got it," Draco said quietly. He braced himself, looking Harry dead in the eyes, however not seeing him. "I don't want to be with you anymore."

"Why?"

"I mean, how could you have not seen the signs," he acted as though Harry was stupid, "I avoided you, loss of apatite, couldn't sleep, all because I didn't want to hurt you and I had to find a way to make sure I didn't, but it was impossible."

Harry stuttered, his heart breaking. "W-why didn't you tell me this before?"

Please, Harry, can't you see I'm lying. "I didn't know how," Draco almost whispered. "I wanted to spare you by pushing you away in hopes you'd lose feelings for me too, but that back fired and you feel even deeper, and I'm so sorry." A tear fell from his eye, and Harry wiped it with his thumb, Draco letting him. Harry, I'm a liar! Please, this isn't the truth! Call me out on it so I can stop this.

Harry was silent a bit and just stared into those deep mercury eyes, swimming in them. His throat burned and eyes watered. "I mean if that's what you want. It's not like I'm going to keep you in a relationship you aren't happy in."

No, Harry. Don't. Don't honor me. Disrespect me. Beg for me to take you back. "You deserve so much better than me. I hope you find some one who treats you right, and I'm sorry this has to end like this. It's about time, huh? Almost two years."

Harry swallowed, looking out onto the lake. "Huh. Here I though we'd be together forever." Draco wanted to vomit. Me too. Come on, Harry, fight for me! Why aren't you fighting for me? "Are you sure being unhappy is the reason?"

No. There is no reason. I'm a fraud. A fake. Fuck, Harry. Why does this hurt so much? "Yes."

"Oh," he swallowed. "I thought we were really happy."

We were- we are! "It's not your fault." Draco wanted to scream. He wanted to punch himself in the face. Repeatedly. "We were. It's just we've changed." I'M A FUCKING IDIOT.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, and that face is what made Draco let out a choked sob. "Draco, aren't I the one who's supposed to be crying?"

"It just hurts a lot."

"I know," Harry agreed, letting a few tears slip. "Like a knife in your chest."

"Like a sword," Draco corrected and Harry let out a dry laugh.

"Always have to beat me." He sniffed. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, Harry." Draco was breaking, and he knew it. Their break up was supposed to be nasty. It was supposed to be painful for Harry, not for him because he knew in the back of his mind he was protecting Harry. But he wasn't. He was destroying him. 'Safe is with me.' Because even if Draco were the one hurting Harry, he wouldn't let anyone else touch him no matter what.

"If you ever need me, let me know. I'll be there for you," Harry said.

"Likewise." Draco realized as he kissed Harry's cheek and started on his path back to the castle that this was a special kind of torture. The kind that hurt worse than any unforgivable that ever existed. This hurt like the flames at hell. It hurt like freezing in ice. It hurt like being choked with the bare hands of his lover.

And when he reached the ropes, he leaned up against the tree that Harry swung down from almost two years previous. And he swallowed. And he realized he couldn't do this.

His lips quivered, and Harry watched him from where he was standing. "Draco, I-"

"I can't do this," Draco almost whispered.

"Please stay," Harry shouted, ignoring any of Draco's requests. "Please, Draco! I love you. I'm not losing you!" Harry started walking towards him. "I'll do anything to make you happy again, just please."

Draco turned his neck so he could see Harry almost sobbing. That's when he broke down and practically ran towards him, jumping on him and hugging him as if he was the only water in a desert, his only source of life.

"I'm a liar," Draco wept into his neck. "I'm fake, I'm a liar, and I'm lying! I can't let you go." He grabbed Harry's chin and spoke into his eyes. "You're amazing and charming and you're the only thing I care about. You make me happy, Harry, you make me so happy!"

"Why would you say-"

"Because I'm the biggest fucking ignoramus in the entire world!"

Harry gave a few shaky breaths and then nodded. "Yeah, yeah you are!"

"I need you, Harry, I need you so much!" Draco kissed him desperately, in hopes he would never have to let go of his lips, never have to leave Harry's embrace. They hadn't been in contact with each other in a month, and just being with Harry made everything better.

When they were out of breath, they released and Draco just continued hugging him until his arms physically couldn't handle it anymore, Harry hugging him back and silently crying into his neck.

"Do you want to go to the room of requirement or your dorm or something?"

Draco shook his head. "No," he mumbled. "I want to stay with you, right here. Only with you in our cage until we starve."

"Okay, you can stay here, but when I'm hungry, sorry but, I'm going to get my biscuits before Ron eats them all."

"Oh what a wonderful boyfriend you are," Draco laughed, kissing his cheek repeatedly. "I'm never going to do something this stupid again."

Harry shoved him, "You'd better not, or I'm coming after you."

Draco just pulled him right back into a hug, and they stayed like that for a long time.

"Sometimes I absolutely hate your guts," Harry said. "And sometimes I want to punch your stupid face."

"But?"

"No, there's nothing else. I just wanted to let you know how crazy you drive me."

Draco kissed him.

Never going to hurt you like this again.