Yes, the next chapter ends it, but you'll have to wait till after New Years (I shouldn't have been writing this now anyway).  Thanks to all those who've reviewed, I love ya ^_^

Part four

Valentines Day, a day for love and romance.  Harry lay in bed, the curtains drawn around it.  He could hear the other boys getting up and getting ready for breakfast and then classes for the day.  The talked in hushed voices around him, obviously discussing the goings on of the party last night.  But Harry wasn't listening.

He didn't care, not now at any rate.  All he could think about was how much it hurt to know that Draco would not be surprising him with a hug before breakfast.  Or on his way to his classes today.  Or ever again.

Never again to see that sweet, playful smile that Draco only ever showed him.  Never again to feel so loved that it made him shiver right down to his toes as he thought on it.  Or feel it in a soft, tender kiss bestowed only on his lips.

The tears had run dry long ago, during the night.  Someone, he could never be sure who, had put him into bed after finding him sleeping on the floor.  At least someone had cared enough to do so without waking him.

"Harry?"  That was Neville calling him softly from the other side of the drawn curtain.  "Are you coming down to breakfast?"

Harry didn't say anything.  He wasn't about to go out there, see him so soon.  That was something he just couldn't handle.

"He's probably still asleep," Ron said, "come on Neville, his alarm will wake him up in time for classes."

He could hear Neville hesitate and then sigh.  "Coming."  The door closed behind them and left Harry to his rapidly degrading thoughts…

"Where's Harry?"  Hermione asked the second they got down into the dinning room.

"Sleeping.  And good morning to you too!" Ron answered.

Hermione looked towards the Gryffindor common room and the dorms beyond.  "Perhaps I should go and check on him."

"You can't go into the boys dorm," Ron told her, sounding a little outraged.

"I suppose you're right," Hermione agreed.  She had seen what these boys lived like on a daily bases, she didn't want to see how they slept like as well.

Ron gave her a grin and sat down at the table, the others having already seated themselves.  With the exception of the whispered voice the room was incredibly quite, strange for the children who were often quite noisy.  The main topic of conversation was Harry and Draco, though neither were there to participate in it.

"That was actually really cruel what you did last night Ron," Hermione scolded, "didn't you see how happy Harry looked with him, and now look what's happened, they've broken up because of what you did."

Ron shrugged, helping himself to the food on the table.  "It doesn't matter now, Harry can do so much better then that stupid git-"

"Who's a 'stupid git' Mr Weasley."  Snape seemed to appear out of nowhere, looming over Ron with a look of anger on his usually emotionless face.  When Ron didn't answer Snape pursed his lips, trying to contain his fury.  "Ten points from Gryffindor for bad mouthing another student.  Don't let me hear it again, Mr Weasley, or it'll be fifty points."  With that Snape stalked out of the dinning room.

"Who put a bee in his bonnet?"  Ron muttered grumpily.  Hermione rolled her eyes, huffing and turning away from Ron, intending on ignoring the red-headed boy for as long as possible…

Surprisingly both boys showed up for classes.  Not even the teachers had expected that, though they didn't say it out loud.  Everyone had expected Harry to stay in bed all day, moping the Slytherin's said, and they had expected the same from Draco.

But it seemed that neither saw any point staying in bed when they weren't sick.  Harry had Herbology first and the class went silent when he walked into the Greenhouse, Professor Sprout almost dropped the plant she was holding.  She caught herself in time and as Harry sat down she started the class.

The students were all shocked (except Hermione) at the developments since the night before.  The two biggest heartthrobs in the school were gay, and going out with each other.  Well were, until last night when Draco had broken it off.  It was obvious that it had crushed Harry, who sat through his classes staring at the parchment before him.  Even Professor McGonagall didn't have the heart to tell the boy to pay attention.

The only class where it was different was, of course, Potions.  Here Harry had to contend with two things.  Firstly Draco shared the class with him.  He had moved back to sitting next to Pansy and would not look at Harry, who spent the whole class staring at the back of his head

Second was the Potions Master, Professor Snape.  While all the other teachers were content to let Harry stare off into space, a little out of shock and compassion to the obviously heartbroken boy, Snape did not.  He even managed to seem harsher towards Harry then usual.  He asked him impossible questions, insulted him mercilessly and found everything and anything to criticise him about.  Soon Harry was paying no attention to Draco and was scowling daggers at Snape's turned back.  Snape, of course, was smiling to himself when Harry couldn't see and was doing his best to keep Harry's mind off Draco.

The question that must be asked at this point is why?  Why would Snape do nice things to Harry?  Well, not so nice but with good under tones.  Simply because he owed someone a fairly large favour, and it wasn't James Potter.  But that is another story entirely.

Ron, who apparently had no tact what so ever, talked to Harry as though nothing had happened between Harry and Draco.  It was like he didn't care that his best friend was dying right before his eyes…

It was mid afternoon and this stair well was empty as Harry climbed it.  There was no bounce or happiness in his step as he did so.  He was so incredibly upset that it hurt all over.  He had come to the conclusion that he quite simply couldn't live with out Draco.

Harry looked up and the said boy was coming down the stairs in the opposite direction.  He was reading a book and it looked like he was yet to notice Harry.  Harry's heart did a small flip and hope surged.  Perhaps it was all a mistake and Draco would laugh, throw his arms around him and give him a kiss.

But Draco was walking past him and the feelings of hope began to fade.

"Draco?"  He kept walking, ignoring Harry.  "Draco please."  There was desperation in his voice and tears in his eyes.

But Draco stopped, his body ridged.  "Don't make this any harder then it all ready is Harry," he whispered, his words strained.

"I don't care what they think, love, I don't care what they do, I just want to spend the rest of my life by your side."  His voice echoed back at him even as the tears began to fall, "I love you so much.  Please don't do this."

Draco sighed and looked back at Harry, there were tears in the blonde's eyes as well, making those blue depths shine bright.  "Would you have me be any less a person then I am?  I love you with all my heart and soul Harry, but I know what they mean to you, I've seen what you've been through together.  I can't ask that of them, and I couldn't ask it of you."  He smiled tiredly and then kept walking down the stairs, leaving Harry standing there.

It was only when he was gone that Harry whispered his reply.  "But I would ask it of everyone, and I would still have you here…"

Harry was sitting alone in a back corner somewhere.  Hiding from the rest of the world.  It was here he was found, tears unshed in his eyes, his black hair a mess and his hands shaking.  But it wasn't someone from the school who found him.  It was a big black dog.

The dog nuzzled Harry's hand, causing the boy to look at him with a start.  Harry began to cry, throwing his arms around the dog even as it became a human.

"Sirius…"