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Harry pulled away from Draco swiftly, and moved off of the bed and away from Draco. "We can't do this. You're not thinking straight." He croaked, finding that his voice was not working properly.
Harry had forgotten what it had felt like to kiss Draco. He'd missed it, longed for it, but it just did not seem right at the time.
Draco smirked and stood up. "I don't think I ever thought straight when I was with you." Harry glared and went to the door.
"Get some sleep, Draco. I'll be back in the morning with Hermione." Harry opened the door and left the room.
Draco stared at the closed door for a moment before falling back onto his bed. "I just screwed up, didn't I?" He asked to no one in particular. "Damnit," He sighed, and rolled over onto his side. "I always screw up." He would have to try to set things right in the morning.
The door clicked shut behind him, and Harry leaned against it, one hand gingerly (though it trembled slightly) tracing over his lips. It wasn't that he didn't still like Draco, or that he didn't care for him anymore, but it felt wrong. Ginny had just been killed, and the twins, too. Shouldn't Draco be more affected by that?
What had possessed him to kiss Harry?
Harry just hoped it wouldn't happen again. Yet, Harry was looking forward to tomorrow morning and seeing Draco again. He knew it was wrong, and that Draco was probably just emotionally confused, but he felt better thinking that there was still a small chance that Draco still wanted to be with him. Maybe with time, and when all this had blown over, Harry could be with Draco. Though, now, Harry was confused beyond belief and wanted more than this day to end.
As Harry stood there, he began to think, mind wandering back to his days at Hogwarts, and a fight with a certain blonde Slytherin that he remembered very well..
"Dray," Harry tried desperately again. "I'm sorry, all right? But you were the one who said those things first." Harry was feeling extremely foolish for whining like he was.
Draco stayed silent, trudging through the thick, white snow covering the ground toward the Forbidden Forest.
"I know I shouldn't have said any of that stuff," Harry started, but Draco was on him the moment the words began to leave his mouth. Draco whirled around to face him in fury. "You damn well shouldn't have!" He snarled, pure rage behind his words. Harry flinched back away from Draco at first. However, he soon matched the Slytherin's furious gaze with one all his own.
"Well, you shouldn't have insulted my parents!" Harry closed the distance between them, fist clenched, he growled, "You just think you're above me getting angry when you insult my family. Well excuse me, Malfoy," Harry spat out Draco's last name as if it were foul. Using the name Malfoy felt very odd for Harry.
Draco seized Harry by the front of his robes and pulled him closer. "Listen, Potter," Draco's voice was low and full of malice. "I told you when this thing started that I was loyal only to my family."
Harry refused to drop it. "So you will sell yourself to Voldemort? For what, a chance to prove yourself to your father? He's scum, Malfoy. I thought you were above that , if anything." Harry added the last part more to himself than to Draco.
Draco released Harry and turned away from him. "I've done a lot of things that I regret," Draco admitted softly. "Following my father being one of those things." Harry's jaw tightened, and he momentarily considered just getting away from the subject before things became worse.
"Why did you then? Follow in your father's path, that is." Harry said instead.
"For you." Draco whispered, turning to face Harry again. "You always tried to be there for me, so I wanted to be there for you."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, bewildered.
"No matter how many things I did wrong, you always came back to me. Forgave me. I didn't want to lose that. To lose you." Draco knew if he hadn't followed his father's ways, Harry would most likely be dead as of now.
"Your father had a plan to kill me?" It was apparent that this was so, but Harry still found it hard to believe that Draco had put his life on the line just for him.
"Yes." Draco said, looking ashamed.
"You gave yourself to Voldemort for me?" Harry queried, peering intently at Draco.
"I believe we've confirmed that, Potter." Draco snapped, though his tone now held less anger and more irritation.
"Draco," Harry stepped toward the blonde, and hesitantly reached up to cup his cheek. "I'm so sorry, Harry." Draco whimpered, startled that he'd said that, but soon getting past the astonishment. "I know." Harry said, gazing lovingly into Draco's gray orbs.
"I missed you." Draco said.
"I know, love. It's been torture for me to keep away from you for so long." Draco nodded, and turned his head and kissed the palm of Harry's hand. He then took Harry's hand into his and pulled the other boy to his chest gently.
"The longer you stay away, the more I need you." Draco kissed the corner of Harry's mouth.
"We've all heard of absence makes the heart grow fonder." Harry smiled. "If I missed this feeling so much that it almost hurt, and it's only been three weeks, imagine if it were three years!" Draco kissed Harry softly, and then pulled back.
"I'd be dead." Harry stated, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck as the blonde looped his own arms about Harry's waist.
"Me too," Draco agreed with a small smile.
"That won't happen, will it, Drac?" Harry asked, and Draco replied with a shake of his head. "No." Harry kissed Draco full on the lips. "Good." He murmured against the Slytherin's mouth. "I was serious." Harry played with the curl of hair at the base of Draco's neck, staring up at him.
"I was, too." Draco replied softly, surprised by his own willingness to admit such a dependence on another.
"Draco," Harry said more seriously this time.
Draco looked down at Harry, still slightly dazed from admitting he needed someone as much as he did Harry.
"Dray, I-I think I'm falling-" Draco put a finger to Harry's lips to shush him.
"Don't think, Harry. Be sure." Draco said. Harry smiled. "I'm positive then." Harry said completely sure of himself.
Draco shook his head.
"You amaze me, Harry." He glanced away for a moment, and then looked back at Harry. "That means so much to me that you'd tell me before you're certain." Draco smiled adoringly.
"Who else would I tell? You know me better than Hermione or Ron." Draco looked shocked, but still pleased at the same time.
"It's true." Harry told him, and then suddenly looked upset. "I think sometimes that it's wrong for me not to tell them about us." He looked up at Draco. "You can tell them if you want, Harry. I'm not going to stop you. I just can't guarantee a positive outcome." Harry sighed and rested his head on Draco's shoulder. "That's what I'm afraid of." He said.
Draco could tell he was treading on unstable beams with Harry, and changed the subject quickly. "Harry," He smiled, "I can't feel my hands." Harry giggled, which was a first for Draco; he had never heard the sound come from the raven-haired boy. "Did you just giggle?" He smirked, and Harry turned his head to look up at him. "Sorry," Harry laughed. "I just realized that I couldn't feel mine, either."
"How about we go in now? It's a bit nippy." Draco said.
"A bit nippy? You're practically blue!" Harry smiled and Draco's glare.
"Aw, come on bluish boy." He teased. "Let's go in then!" He took Draco's hand and began to lead the blonde back toward the castle.
"Hello?"
Harry was snapped back to reality at the sound of a voice. He turned around, wondering whom it could be.
He was confronted with the concerned face of Hermione.
"Oh! Hello, Hermione." He smiled warily, disappointed that his thoughts were interrupted.
"I've been trying to get your attention for ten minutes, Harry. Is something wrong? You look a little flushed." Harry pushed away from the door and he could feel his ears turning another shade of pink.
"I'm fine." He answered.
"Are you sure?" She persisted, and narrowed her eyes at him.
Things never change. Harry thought, finding a grin spreading across his face under her gaze. "Positive." He said.
Harry glanced back to the door, and then to the now smiling Hermione.
"How's Ron?" Harry asked, and Hermione shook her head, suddenly frowning. "He went straight to Fred's when he heard, and he hasn't been home since then. I was there for a while, but Molly wanted me to check on Draco for her." Harry thought it was very odd for him to hear her say 'Draco' instead of 'Malfoy.'
"Oh," Harry squeezed her shoulder gently but reassuringly.
"Were you just in there?" Hermione questioned him, switching topics.
"Erm, yes." Harry admitted.
"Harry," Hermione became more stern, reminding Harry strongly of McGonagall. "I-I know about you and Draco now." Hermione said, nearly causing Harry to choke on air. "What?" He exclaimed.
"Ginny told me before-" Hermione paused. They both knew the rest of the sentence. "She said Draco told her when we were all at Hogwarts yesterday, and we figured out who you were."
Harry avoided looking at her, but Hermione took his hand, gripping it soothingly. "I'm not upset or angry." She told him. "But if I'm correct," She said, knowing she generally was, "you two just talked and it didn't go well, hmm?" Harry shrugged and Hermione was sure she was right.
"Harry, why don't you back in there and set things straight? Between the two of you, that is. I need to go visit with Molly and them now, anyway. I'm sure Draco could use the company. He always seems so lonely." Hermione didn't wait on his answer, but simply turned on her heel and walked off.
Harry watched her go, and then shifted back to the door. He paused, his hand on the doorknob. He took a deep breath, and reassured himself quietly that it was probably for the best.
Harry opened the door and silently slipped inside the room.
Author's Ending Note: Go ahead and be pissed that this short chapter took so long. I know it did, and I am very sorry. It turns out my Internet problem was actually my modem. About a day later the whole thing stopped working. It's all better now, though. Erm… and we have a Valentine's Day dance coming up. I like this guy, but OF COURSE I asked him to go with me on a date and, LIKE ALWAYS, he didn't answer. So I feel retarded. =P Um, but anyway…
Going to America may take a while to update, due to the fact all my time is going into my school work, this story, and another story I'll Co-Writing with a friend. I've also added a website for my stories. Here
Well, that's pretty much all. Until next time, cheerio!
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