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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, By Accident: Making Up, and Out

"I just don't understand it!" Harry was yelling out by the lake, Hermione and Ginny sitting at his feet. "Everything was fine!"

"Harry-" Ginny started.

"Don't," he snapped, "Don't tell me to calm down...don't tell me it will be alright, because, you know what, it won't!"

"Harry!" Hermione stood up. "This isn't our fault, so don't get mad at us. We don't know what happened any more than you do! If you really want answers, I suggest you go to the source."

"Talk to Draco," Ginny finished.

"Fine," he threw his hands up in defeat, "I'll talk to the ferret."

Ginny got up with the others, "Well, I have Quidditch practice...and I'd watch what you say Harry, you might regret it later."

"See ya Gin," Hermione called after her before rounding on Harry. The raven-haired boy took a step back at the look on his friends face. "Sometimes I can't believe you!" She screamed. "I thought you loved Malfoy! And here you are whining because he dropped you like a fly...word of advice Potter, YOU CAN PREVENT THESE THINGS! You didn't have to walk away, for Merlin's sake Harry, grow some brains, you didn't even ask him why, did you?"

Harry shook his head in shame.

"Just promise me you'll talk to him." She put a gentle hand on his arm.

Smiling to himself at Hermione's drastic mood swings, Harry nodded, "Next time I see him."

As it turned out, Draco didn't go to classes at all that week.

After he broke up with Harry on Monday, he stayed in his room and moped around, working on the essay for Snape, reading through Hermione's book, and playing chess by himself. He'd written a few letters to his father, in hopes that Lucius could help. But the replies did nothing for him.

Slowly the blue bruises on his stomach yellowed, and by Friday they were almost gone...and so was Draco's will to live.

He knew he had hurt Harry, and he hated himself for it.

Always, since the first night Harry took Draco on their date by the lake, he'd told himself he wouldn't fall in love. Not with Potter. Not with anyone.

In the past such things had only tormented him...

But with Harry, something in him changed. The Gryffindor had a power over him that he hated to admit to.

'Those green eyes, messy hair...hell, even the glasses, there's just something,' he thought.

It seemed like an eternity since he'd touched Harry, felt his kisses, the passion that was there...that only love could bring. In reality it was only a few days.

Their relationship hadn't lasted that long, only a couple of weeks really. But over the years something had built up between the pair, even if only Harry realized it at first.

Draco sighed, realizing that once again, his mind had gotten the better of him, he was thinking about Harry, as he often did these days. And that always made him picture the boy's hurt expression as he left Monday night.

"Ahh!" Draco threw a pillow across the room in frustration.

By Friday, Harry was sick of waiting for Draco. The blonde hadn't been in classes, and Harry wanted answers.

He barged into the Slytherin's bedroom before dinner Friday night. "Malfoy!" He called.

Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking rather sick; he looked up at Harry's entrance, gray eyes watering.

"You know, I was the one who was dumped, what gives you the right to mope around like this affects you?" Somehow he kept himself from jumping into Draco's arms and snogging him senseless.

"Harry," Draco looked into the other boy's eyes. "I think I...well I actually...it's just I-"

"Spit it out Malfoy."

Draco winced at his tone. Taking in a deep breath he finally spoke, "Harry, I love you."

Harry froze.

It was the only thing he'd ever wanted from Draco...and now he had it, but he didn't know what to do...

He looked at the blonde. "You mean it?"

Draco nodded, hope in his eyes.

Harry walked over and covered Draco's lips with his own, break up forgotten.

Draco pulled Harry on top of him on the bed, wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor, who tangled his fingers in the blonde's hair (A/N: What can I tell ya? It's one of his favorite things to do.)

Harry slid his tongue inside of Draco's mouth, and they kissed until they needed air.

"Draco?" Harry asked, out of breath. "Why did you-"?

"Shh," he put a finger over Harry's lips. "I'm sorry...I can't explain it. I love you, I'm sorry."

Harry nodded and kissed the blonde again.

"We should go out again," Harry said as he and Draco headed to dinner. He was grinning madly, holding Draco's hand.

"The weekend before Christmas break is a Hogsmead weekend." Draco suggested.

"I want to go before then," Harry whined, pouting.

Draco pulled him over for a kiss, "We can't though."

Harry smiled, remembering, "Oh yes we can."

Draco raised an eyebrow curiously, and was about to ask when Ginny showed up.

"Oh good, you two made up." She said walking over.

"Hey Gin." Harry said.

"Still think he's a ferret?"

Harry blushed. "What!?" Draco cried out.

"Oh, he called you a ferret by the lake earlier in the week." She smiled sweetly, loving the look on Harry's face.

Draco glared at the other boy. "I was mad!" He defended himself.

Ginny laughed, before running from Harry.

He was about to chase after her, but Draco pulled him back. Kissing his boyfriend's neck he said, "Ferret, huh?"

"I'm sorry!"

Now Draco laughed. "I'm not mad." He kissed Harry again before they went into the hall.

Ginny smiled when they came in. "Hey," Hermione called.

They sat with the two girls, Neville and Dean coming in later.

"Where's Seamus?" Harry asked.

Neville grinned, Dean elbowed him in the side before speaking, "Well, you see, it's a funny story really." He said.

"Hilarious," Neville added sarcastically.

Dean took in a deep breath. "Seamus," he began. "Tried to rape me!" He pretended to sob.

Neville shook his head and patted the other boy on the back.

"So, really, where's Seamus?" Ginny asked.

Dean looked up. "What are you saying? I'm not attractive enough to be raped? Is that what you're implying?"

"Come on Dean-"

"No...Draco," He turned to the Slytherin, "You would rape me, right?"

Draco looked around. "Um...I'm taken." He said.

"Fine! Then you people may never know what happened to Seamus."

Just them he walked into the hall. "Damnit!" Dean cried.

"Hey guys, feel asleep reading, did I miss anything?"

"Just Dean making a complete arse of himself," Neville said.

"What else is new?"

Draco smiled, his eyes wandering over to the Slytherin table. Ron was talking to Crabbe and Goyle.

His breath caught in his throat. 'Oh crap...I forgot.'

"Draco?" Harry was looking at him concerned. "Are you okay?"

He smiled, "Fine," And kissed Harry before directing his attention back to the group of Gryffindors.