Draco sat outside the hospital wing, his face covered in black dirt and dried blood on his lip. Blaise sat next to him in silence, he hadn't the slightest idea of what to say to Draco. Voldemort was dead . . . he was finally dead, all evil had finally been ended. He wished he could have been there, if Voldemort hadn't held him captive he would have been fighting right by their sides. Draco knew that, of course, he didn't need Blaise to tell him.

Hermione and Ron stepped out of the hospital wing, both resembling Draco's lifeless look.

"How is he?" Draco stood up.

Hermione looked down and cleared her throat. "There's nothing they can do, it's perminent."

All four were in silence for a few moments. The sounds of beeping machines, and small chatter reminded Draco of the night he had been taken in. "Can I see him?"

"He doesn't want to see you." Hermione replied quietly.

Draco narrowed his eyes. "He doesn't want to see me?"

"No." She looked up. "He doesn't want to see anyone."

Draco sighed and sat back down, his hands burried in his blond locks. "What am I supposed to do?"

Hermione sat next to him, Ron stood behind her afraid to say anything.

"Just be there for him . . . he needs you now more than ever. You know that when Harry pushes you away it means he needs you the most." She smiled lightly.

"He's sleeping now, mate. You could sneak in." Ron spoke up.

Draco glanced at him then at the entrance to the hospital wing. "I'll just say good night to him."

Draco approached Harry's bedside, he looked so peaceful when he slept and he never noticed it until now. Perhaps it was because he hadn't looked this content before. Harry wasn't a sound sleeper, he would constantly have nightmares but now that Voldemort was destroyed his dreams were no longer haunted by a monster.

He kneeled down next to the bed and just gazed at him for the longest time. This is what Harry must have felt like when Draco was in his position. The feeling of helplessness. . .

Draco leaned himself closer to Harry and placed his hand on his, there was silence until Harry's body twitched at the feeling of Draco's hand on his. His eyes flashed open, but he didn't panic because he knew it was Draco's hand.

"It's okay, it's just me." Draco placed a hand on Harry's face.

Harry placed his hand over Draco's and pulled it away. "Please go away."

Draco sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I said go." Harry almost whispered. "I don't want you here."

Draco narrowed his eyes and sighed again. "I don't care what you say to me, I'm not moving."

There was silence for a few moments as Harry gathered his thoughts. He couldn't stand the fact that he couldn't see Draco's expression right now.

"At least until my eyes clear up-"

"Your eyes are not going to clear up." Draco's cut in before Harry could finish. It was almost as if he knew what Harry was going to say.

"Yes they will, it's only temperary." Harry snapped.

"It is not temperary!" Draco stood up. "Harry, you have to accept this . . ."

"I can't!" Harry sobbed. "I just . . . can't."

Draco kneeled down in front of Harry's bed and held his hand. "With or without your eye sight, you are still the most amazing person I know. You saved so many others, Harry. You destroyed evil for good! You-You are . . . beautiful in so many ways. Because your bli- because you simply can't see anymore does not make me love you any less. We've been through so much and survived. I know now, that we can make it through anything."

"When did you come up with that?" Harry asked.

Draco flashed a grin and laughed softly. "I'm getting better."

"I can never see you again . . ." Harry sniffed and wiped his eyes. "I can never see your face . . ."

"Yes you can."

Draco lifted Harry's hands up to his face and let him feel around his eyes, down to his nose, passed his lips and down to his chin. Harry smiled lightly as he remembered Draco's handsome features.

"I can help you, everything will be alright." Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him close. "If you want, we can move the wedding back until you feel comfortable."

Harry didn't reply he just held onto Draco like he was the only thing keeping him alive. He didn't have the strength to talk about the wedding, or argue about it. He didn't want to get married . . . not the way he was anyway. The way Draco was talking about helping him was making him feel like he was marrying him out of pitty not love. He didn't want everyone to be looking at him and judging him by what he lost.

There was a gentle knock on the door before it slowly opened. Ron and Hermione stood at the doorway.

"Can we come in?" Ron asked.

Draco looked back at Harry who gave him a nodd.

Hermione held out her hand and touched Harry's face and pulled him into a firm embrace. "I've never been so proud of you . . ."

Harry smiled lightly as Hermione pulled away.

"We have some news." Ron said.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Lupin is going to be the New Head Master. All students are expected to arrive next week."

"That's great." Harry said.

While Ron spoke to Harry, Hermione took the opertunity to speak to Draco alone.

"Draco, may I speak with you?" Hermione asked.

"Sure."

Draco and Hermione walked outside the room and shut the door behind him.

"What is it?" Draco asked.

"There's a school that Lupin has told us of . . . It's a school for the blind and I think-"

"No." Draco said before Hermione could finish.

"You haven't even let me finish."

"He's not going to any school, I can take care of him myself." Draco was about to grab door handle when Hermione stood in front of him.

"You can't teach him everything he needs to be taught. This school will help Harry develop skills so he can live a normal life."

"I can take care of him." He repeated.

"Draco," Hermione lowered her voice. "I know you care about him and that means doing what's best for him."

Draco opened his mouth to argue but closed it again. He sighed deeply, leaned his head down and rubbed his temples.

"I don't want Harry going to any school."

Hermione was about to agrue then Draco spoke again. "But, I don't think it's our decision."

"Where did Draco and Hermione go?" Harry asked when he noticed he could no longer hear their voices.

"Hermione's talking to him outside." Ron replied.

"About what?"

"Nevermind that, did you and Draco figure out a date for the wedding?"

Before Harry could answer Ron and Hermione walked in.

"Harry, we have something to ask you." Hermione said.

Draco sat back down and took Harry's hand. Hermione hesitated for a few moments.

"Go on." Draco glanced at her.

"There's a school, that Lupin has told us about. It's a school for the blind, and we think it will help you."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "You want to send me away?"

"NO!" Draco gasped. "No, I'm against this whole idea. I am perfectly capable of taking care of you myself."

"But I don't want anyone to take care of me! I don't want that, don't you understand?!"

"Harry, we're not trying to make you do something you don't want but this is your future we're talking about." Hermione said calmly.

"Yeah, mate. I mean, it will only be for a little while." Ron said.

Harry sighed and let go of Draco's hand once again. "I need some time to think."

"Alright, you'll let us know then?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded in response and layed back down. Ron and Hermione left Harry to his thoughts.

"Draco, are you still here?" Harry asked.

"Yes."

"Stay with me?"

"Always."