Disclaimers: I am not J. K. Rowling, though, I would love to be, that filthy rich woman…

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In this state of mind I can only feel lonely, sitting on my bed I've broken down, wondering how you can cause so much pain-All my friends have left my head, nothing is left, and my conscious is dead. You might as well just leave me here. There's nothing you can do to help me, but I just want say I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're never granted a wish without having the power to enforce it. And, so, without anymore special tidbits, it's on with the story. *:coughs lightly:* Enjoy, please.

~~**~~

Draco reached out his hand for Harry to grab hold of, and gradually he lifted him. His hands brushed off the snow from Harry's head, and he brought one down to rest on his cheek. His eyes were closed, and he could not see the child like expression on the other boys face. The brunette then placed a hand of his own on the silvery serpents face, causing Draco to in turn open his eyes slowly, and dazedly. For a moment, they stood there, staring at one another, and letting the snow fall onto them. Draco smirked at the thought of how he just so neatly wiped away those flakes, and here they come landing on his Harry again. Suddenly, Draco pulled Harry closer, and Harry unconsciously followed. They were barely inches apart, their chests' pressed together and their lips brushing against one another.

                "I think we'd better get you inside, you're shivering", said Draco against Harry's lips. Indeed, Harry was shaking, but he was too wrapped up in the warmth of the other boy to notice. Not having to lean in any further, their gap was closed by Harry's lips pressing against Draco's gently. Perfect. The moment was perfect. Both boys knew this one kiss made up for the incident that happened just moments ago. The thought already beginning to leave Draco's mind, he put his arms protectively around Harry's waist, to hold him closer and to stop his shudders of chill. When their kiss ended, Harry had an expression of childish disappointment, and Draco couldn't help but smile wildly, before laughing.

                "Has anyone ever told you you're absolutely adorable when you're pouty?" he said, his index finger poking the ball of Harry's nose. Harry blushed, and swatted the pale finger away, and lightly hugged him.

                "Well, come on then, let's get back inside. You can come up to my room if you want?" he said, more like a statement than a question. He felt Harry nod under his chin, as he so neatly placed his head under him as they walked. Draco snapped his fingers after muttering something, which didn't catch Harry's attention, and a small black blanket wrapped itself around Harry's shoulders. The blonde could hear a small 'thanks' come from Harry, and he only embraced him tighter.  The snow continued to fall on them, and again you could hear the insects sing. Again the moon shown above the wall, and the coloures of the houses shown brightly, flitting around the garden in soft silence. The flowers danced and swayed serenely, and everything that was smiled down at the two boys' moving figures. The night had won them over with sorrows.
~~**~~

It was dark, and silent. The only sound heard were footsteps, and the pounding of rain. What is this place? Suddenly a figure appeared before me. It was made out to be a he, and he stood still for quite a while. Moving slowly towards him, I saw him reach out a hand for me. I paused, and looked around. This place had no walls, no windows, and no nothing. Only darkness, with the still sounds of rain. My feet moved, but I did not. He came ever closer, and I could not budge. With great force I attempted to make myself move, falling clumsily forward into a pair of arms. When I looked up, I saw no face; it was an oblique emptiness. Suddenly in my chest I felt a tear; a burning, rippling sensation that felt as if my heart was being taken. The figure before me let me fall to the ground limply. With seconds to spare, I looked up, and as I thought, he held in a strange, new light, my heart. It was still beating, and I heard a faint cackle of what I supposed was laughter.

                "Smile, Harry. You've just been played" he echoed. He dropped the heart in slow motion. When it hit the nonexistent ground, it sounded like dropping a pin; so quiet this area was when it dropped, it sounded like a breaking dish. I looked over to my left, and there was the heart of mine; shattered into pieces like shards of thick, heavily painted glass. A sob escaped my throat, and it became increasingly darker. I rolled over to look up at what I hoped would be a ceiling. Instead, before me stood him again. His face was clearer.

                "D…" His hand covered my mouth. My breathing stopped abruptly. My life had ended. ~~**~~

Harry awoke to a start, his face covered in freshly produced sweat, his brow furrowed in confusion and his mouth agape from wanting to scream. He looked around him, and saw a small frame of someone else's body lying peacefully beside him. He stretched his legs and smoothed the sheets that filled the gap between them. One look at the body next to him and he felt a little bit of reassurance. He lay back against the headboard of the bed, pushing his matted hair back and wiping his face with the sleeve of his pajama shirt. He shut his eyes tight and sharp images of the dream pressed against his eyelids; they shot back open. He desperately wanted to awake Draco to make sure this wasn't another horrible nightmare, and tell him of his nightmare. He knew he could make it all better. Suddenly Harry began to pick apart and try to decipher his dream. He felt lonely; weak, bare, empty, and dependent. He woke up Draco.

                "Hey Drake", he said, gently nudging his shoulder. The other boy groaned expectedly, and turned over on his side. Harry sighed, and nudged him again.

"Wake up, Draco, please" he whispered in his ear. Again he groaned, but louder, and Harry could see him frown in his sleep. He'd laugh, but his mood was too critical in a condition; almost like a coma. Tired of trying to wake his boyfriend by pushing him, he placed his hand on his hip, kissed his earlobe, and inched his self forward, pressing lightly against him. Draco curled up, making himself go farther in-between Harry.

                "Wake up, love" he cooed, though there was still harshness and worry to his tone. Draco then inhaled deeply, putting his face into the pillow, and then turned over to face Harry, though his eyes were still shut. He exhaled, and much to Harry's pleasure, he did not have a bad case of mornings breath. Harry kissed him, already feeling himself come out of the coma. The blonde then stretched luxuriously; much similar as to how a cat would, and let his arms fall around Harry's waist. Harry smiled slightly. Draco opened his eyes in slivers; but wide enough for him to distinctly make out Harry.

                "Is it time to wake yet?" he asked, his eyes closed again.

                "No."

                "Oh…well, why then did we wake so early?" he asked pointedly.

                "I had a dream; well, it was more like a nightmare…"

                "Oh? Why's that mean I've got to wake up, eh? Not your mummy or daddy, love" he said between yawns. He couldn't believe he'd just said that to him, seeing as Harry never had his mom or dad to soothe him after he'd had a nightmare, and he knew his relatives didn't give a damn about him enough to do so, either. Harry narrowed his eyes at that last statement. Draco caught this, as he just so happened to have had opened his eyes at that time.

                "I'm sorry, love, I didn't mean it to sound like that…" he said almost slurred. He put his forehead against Harry's.

                "It's…okay, I guess. Just, this time…it was…scary," he told him against his lips. Draco nodded sleepily.

                "Tell me about it then". Time passed, and Harry told him of his nightmare. Draco stared at him mortified, unable to believe that he thought he may have been the other person in the dream. He raised a hand to his mouth, and was much awake as he began to get out of the bed clumsily.

                "Do…do you honestly think I'd do something like that to you?!" he almost shrieked. Harry shook his head fervently.

                "Of course not; no one can really tear out someone's heart" he added, trying to augment humor to the situation.  Draco shook his head, like he was in shock or disbelief. Some reason, Harry cracked a smile, and Draco found this most offending. He lunged at him, pinning him to the bed.

                "Think something funny of it, do you?" he asked. Harry smiled even wider, much like the Cheshire cat, and said 'no'.

                "Then why you laughing?"

                "I think you're so cute."

                "That won't work; the sweet talk."

                "Then will this?" and he ran two fingers up and down his thigh, making Draco purr with pleasure.

                "Sure, sure" he replied all but too passionately. He hadn't even realized he lowered himself onto Harry's lap, but he certainly had felt the erection pressing against him. He tutted, and smiled sheepishly down at Harry.

                "Sure it's not too early in the morn for all this? Won't you wake someone?" he joked. "You know, since you've been known to get much too loud when I get you just right", he said, pushing against Harry's growing erection. He shuddered, and flipped him over so Harry was between his legs. A wild flash of lust grazed both their eyes, and Draco's icy blue-silver eyes glazed with affection as Harry smiled at him through locks of dark brown hair.

~~**~~

"You're beautiful."

He looked down at his sweat bidden face and sighed. He watched as his face wrenched in both pain and pleasure. His breath hitched in his throat and he felt a pang of sadness well up inside him. His thoughts had drifted back to the dream.  He opened his eyes widely and barely noticed the body underneath him, which moved rhythmically with his. From below he heard a moan and soft whimpers. The body beneath his became warmer and felt much closer to his.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed again between soft sighs. All movement in the upper and lower half stopped. His lips somehow met the ones beneath him, and crushed them, claiming them as his. His mouth vibrated as the person below moaned into their kiss, pushing against him and making him too submissive. As he parted away from him, the other boy whined in mock disappointment, shutting his eyelids as if utterly offended by this gesture of hurrying, and bucked upwards, getting the reaction he wanted. Being in a dominant and sorrowful mood, he gently, yet harshly bit his neck, giving him a pleasure in which first succeeded pain, and a pain that quickly was overcome by pleasure. Passion sorted and defeated, the boy collapsed underneath him once again, upholding the composure of a puppy to its new surroundings. He gently caressed the area in which he bit him, letting his fingers stay on certain areas where there may have been wounds. A flick of his tongue over them, and still the other boy moaned, and he quickly hushed him by placing a nimble finger over his parted, wet lips, putting him into a state of pure, virginal submissiveness that turned him on ever more still.

"Please," Draco whispered, making him quiver with passion. Harry pushed Draco's hair back, which was becoming messy as the continued to make love.

"'Please' what?"      

"Don't do this!" he groaned, arching towards him again. He put his arms around Harry's neck, pulling him down for another kiss.

"Okay, okay" he said as he pulled him up again.

~~**~~

He stormed out the front doors, checking over his shoulder constantly. It was raining again. He ran over to a tree nearest the lake. Amazingly enough the tree provided shelter from the rain. 'It never rains; it pours' he thought to himself. He took out a small, black journal, which had his name neatly engraved at the bottom. There also were design patterns of faeries hiding among the flowers and trees. He opened it and flipped through the pages until he came to a blank sheet of paper. He took out his quill, and began to write in silence. Not complete silence, though; there were still sounds of the wind, rain, and trees. Yes, he could hear the trees singing ever so loud and clear. He could hear the flowers screaming at the rain in rage for ruining their petals. He could see the water glistening from an angle, and the gray sky above clearing slowly. He almost didn't want the sky to clear; he loved it when it rained. After he wrote for what seemed like ages, he stood up to stretch. It was still raining, but lightly. He looked at the scenery around him, and smiled a small, appreciative smile. Stretching his arms and throwing his head back, he began to dance in the rain. Child-like eyes stared up at the oncoming raindrops, and his smile stretched much too wide for his face. He didn't care if anyone noticed his behavior, and certainly did not care for any teacher who wanted to stop him; he was calm.  Just like a child would in ring-around-the-roses, he spun in a complete circle before falling back onto the wet grass. He lay there for a few moments, thinking, smiling, and even humming tunes to himself. He wondered if Draco knew where he was, but still did not get up. Nothing would stop him from his moment of freedom.

~~**~~

'But real love… Would it be like wondering hand in hand into the sunset for a lifetime of pure bliss and eternal harmony?' Draco wondered as he lies on his bed, looking up at the canopy; he had been staring so long he began to see through its opaque cloths. He rolled over to his side, and buried his face in the pillow nearest him. He inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of apple cinnamon and vanilla musk; the scent of Harry. When he rolled back over, he wiped his eyes, sniveling loudly. A fleeting image of the way Harry looked whilst making love to him moments ago, and his hands couldn't help the amount of tears streaming from his grey eyes. To Hell with anyone who wanted to make him cry, he thought. To Hell with Harry for snatching his emotions up and playing with them like puppets. He lie there thinking that Harry must've tangled all the strings of the "Happy" puppet, and hidden it, too lazy a boy to fix them up and play with them. Instead he took to the darker emotions, whose strings were perfectly separated from the other, and always had time to play with their Harry. Yes, he thought, this is most definitely what Harry is doing. He wondered, before getting off the bed, if Harry had a voodoo doll of him anywhere.

                He slipped into a robe; Harry's robe. He grimaced slightly, its aroma overbearing his senses into overload. On that note, he tightened the robe around him, taking the warmth for granted. In that brief moment of warmth and comfort, he, for the first time that day, wondered where Harry was. He'd completely forgotten Harry had gotten up and left; but while he slept. For a moment he contemplated the pros and cons of going to search for him. All while thinking, he subconsciously drifted over to the window. He put his elbow on the sill, and cupped his chin so he was inches away from the window. He cursed as the rain obscured the window. He tried wiping it down, but realized it was blurred from the outside. Slowly he unhinged the window and opened it to be met by rushes of cold air and rain. He blinked, hoping to grow accustomed to the sharp rain drops. As he squinted, leaning forward onto the stony window sill, he could barely make out a figure spinning round and round near the lake. He chuckled, and instantly he knew who it was; it was his Harry. He smiled sadly as he watched Harry dance half naked in the brooding thunderstorm. He saw him fall back and lie there, staring up at the sky without blinking. He so desperately wanted to run out there and lie there with him. And he would.

                Harry could hear the door to their dormitory slam. He knew Draco was finally coming to join him

~~*~~

As he ran down the steps of Hogwarts, he passed by no one. It's not like he'd stop and chat if he had anyway. It was the weekend, and he knew people were staying in their dorms on this rainy day. He ran through the doors, and as if it weren't raining at all, began to walk towards the still figure in the wet grass. The wind began to blow stronger, and Draco continued, nonplussed. Upon seeing him, Harry sat up, blinking wildly against the raindrops. His lips curled into a smile. Draco stopped when he was a foot away from him. He leaned forward, and lowered himself so he was in crouching position.

                "Mind if I join you?" he asked, smiling at him. Harry looked at him, and pretended to be in deep thought; pretending to contemplate whether or not he should allow him to. After a quick 15 or 20 seconds, he nodded fervently, taking Draco's hand in his. They helped each other up, Draco more so than Harry, and stood in the arms of one another. Harry laid his head on Draco's shoulder, closing his eyes and smiling. Draco rocked side to side slowly, and Harry rhythmically followed. Sighing and lifting his head up a bit, Harry whispered into Draco's ear;

"You shouldn't kiss me like this, unless you mean it like that. 'Cause I'll just close my eyes, and I won't know where I'm at". Instantly Draco stopped, turning his head to look at Harry, whose head still lie on his shoulder, facing the opposite direction. He knew those famous words all too well; they were lines from their favourite song. Draco sung back.

"Please stay with me, just tonight. Star light, go, on winter's night. Breathe into me, and make me real." The rain came down even harder. The trees began to shake with the rattling winds. Harry looked up into Draco's eyes, and kissed him. He knew Draco probably didn't feel as much passion as he did when it came to singing songs, but as far as he knew, in that moment, anything was possible. He laid his head back on his shoulder, and let himself fall asleep as the rain continued, and Draco's humming did, too.

~~**~~

                "Come on, love, wake up", Draco urged, nudging Harry gently. The rain had stopped long ago, but the grey clouds still loomed over head, a foreboding knot in Draco's stomach that a storm would soon come. Harry blinked subtly, and then lay still. Draco had sat them under a tree only moments after he realized Harry fell asleep. He stroked the brunette's wet locks of hair until he too fell asleep against the tree.

                "Harry, I mean it", he said, now shaking him. He awoke to a start, and looked at him frowning. He then looked all around.

                "It's not raining anymore," he pointed out, sitting up in Draco's lap, "when did that happen?"

                "At least 20 or 30 minutes ago."

                "It's been that long?" he said, surprise obvious in his voice. Draco nodded, shifting to make it comfortable for Harry. Harry sat there, taking in all the sounds. He heard the trees leaves rustling against one another, making effects like the rain. He heard the lake beside them swishing as the winds still came. He heard the birds and animals in the dark forest moving about, and he especially heard the small groans from behind him.

                "What're you doing?" he asked, turning around fully. He watched as Draco's eyes opened slowly, and his parted lips closed.

                "Nothing…"he paused, "you were turning in my lap, didn't you realize?" he asked. Harry bit his bottom lip.

                "Sorry 'bout that…", and he leaned forward and brushed his lips against the others. Draco quickly caught those lips in a sweet kiss. An innocent kiss.

                "Should we go in now?" Harry nodded. Slowly he got to his feet, as did Draco, and towards the castle they walked; hand in hand and an invisible bubble of content surrounding them.

~~**~~

                On the edge of the bed he sat, smoothing out the wrinkles of the sheets beside him. He looked up at the resting figure. His thin frame turned to the side, away from him. As he sat staring at the wall nearest the door, the person lying beside him rolled over and laid their head in his lap. Without looking he brought a hand to the said persons head, stroking and running his fingers through their hair.

                "Harry?" Draco asked. Harry moved his head bit and turned the rest of his body so he was looking into Draco's eyes.

                "Yes?" Draco took to looking at the wall again, his fingers still moving and tangling in Harry's hair.

                "What makes you love me?"

                Silence.

                Harry stirred in the bed, trying to get in an upright position against the headboard of the small bed. He sat against it, his arms crossed over his chest. His matted hair had fallen around his face and his bangs hung over his eyes. Draco couldn't tell if he were looking at him, or not.

                "Look, I'm sorry---I don't doubt that you love me, I just want to…need to know why." Harry kept his gaze trained on Draco. He turned his head away from him, and took to staring at the wall.

                "What would you say to me showing you?" he asked, still not looking at him. Draco took his pointer finger and put it to Harry's chin, turning it to face him, his eyes pleading with his.

                "That, too, would be wonderful, love," he said, kissing him lightly, "but I still want to know why in words not too soon afterwards." He let his fingers fall to rest on his shoulder, caressing the skin there gently. He let a smile touch his lips as he felt Harry's hands on his back. His hands rubbed him in small circles along his back, his fingertips' touches gentle and loving. They shared a kiss---a sweet, innocent kiss, like Draco had ever been given before. He sighed contently when they pulled apart, resting his forehead against Harry's.

                "Come on, love, let me show you why I love you…and tell you in the process, too". Harry rolled Draco underneath him, his body covering his and placing light kisses ranging from his lips, to his lower chest. Draco let out a low gasp and then sighed.

                "Okay."

Harry showed Draco just how he felt about him and why that day.

And for the rest of that night, for that matter…

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A.N: Yarg! Why'd you guys let me take so long?! No one reviewed and so I got lazy and didn't write for a whole month---literally.

Ah, well, who cares, eh? So, yeah, here's the latest.

Give me new ideas---I know where I'm going with this, but that's it; I just ultimately know how I want the highlights, but not really any details, you know?

Anyhum, please review.

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