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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, by Accident: He's Dead

"MOM!" Draco barged into Narcissa's room awhile later.

"Draco," she pulled the covers up to cover her body, Lupin was laying next to her. "What are you doing in here honey?"

"HE'S DEAD!" Draco screamed, not understanding how his mother could just be laying their fucking her boyfriend.

"What, Draco calm down, who?"

"YOU BITCH. YOU'RE JUST A FUCKING BITCH. YOU'RE HUSBAND, MY FATHER, LUCIUS MALFOY IS DEAD!"

Narcissa stared at her son, the look on her face unreadable, "Impossible," She breathed.

"Here, here's the sodding letter. Go throw a party or something." He stalked out of the room to find Harry waiting for him in the hallway.

"Come on," Harry took Draco's hand and they went down the stairs to the den, he set the blonde, now in tears, on the couch and retrieved the blanket from the day before. Then he situated himself so that Draco was lying on top of him and he held his love as he cried for his lost father.

"It's not fair," He sobbed into Harry's shirt. "He turned himself in, he was doing the right thing, making amends, and I don't even know how he fucking died!"

"I know baby, I know." Harry wasn't about to mention that he knew exactly how Draco felt, having both his parents and his godfather dead, right now the Slytherin just needed to mourn, so he kissed the top of Draco's head and rubbed his back.

"Dragon!" Narcissa cried, rushing into the room, Lupin at her heels. She froze when she saw the way Draco and Harry were on the couch. "What is-"

"Oh yeah, I'm gay mom, Harry's my boyfriend." Draco said casually taking a break from his sobs.

Narcissa blinked and fell back into a chair. "I...I don't understand. You can't be...gay...you're-"

"Oh shut up about it, I am, alright, can we focus on the matter at hand? Like...oh I don't know, MY FATHER BEING DEAD!" Draco yelled.

Narcissa just stared at the floor, mumbling under her breath about where she went wrong.

Draco got up and Harry followed, the Gryffindor paused in the doorway to speak to Lupin. "Let me guess, you didn't know she was homophobic?"

Remus just stared at him in disbelief.

Harry hurried after Draco, who was headed to the library. "I need to write Severus."

"Draco...you don't have to do this now." Harry cooed.

"There's nothing else I can do, I just need to be busy, forget about things. What did you do to clear your mind when Sirius died?"

Harry rubbed his head. "I don't..." Then he smiled, remembering what he actually did.

"What?"

"I thought about you." He said.

"You...why?"

"That's when I developed my crush, I would watch you across the room in classes, and think about what you were like behind that cruel, Malfoy exterior. It got Sirius off my mind I guess." He shrugged.

"Oh, Harry," Draco buried his head in the other boy's shoulder. "Is it always this hard? Does this pain ever go away?"

More than anything Harry wanted to say yes, wanted to tell Draco that it would be all right, that he would eventually move on. But he couldn't, because he'd never known it to be 'all right,' whatever that is. He'd only known pain...until Draco came to be romantically involved in his life, but still, that brought pain.

"Harry?" Draco looked up at him.

"I love you," was all he could say.

"Harry, wha-oh, you're still not over Sirius' death."

Harry let out a bitter laugh. "You sound like Lupin...but Draco, that's just me, I think it'll be different for you, you'll be able to function normally. Just, my life you know it was hard, I mean, he was almost family, and he really cared about me-"

"Come sit with me," Draco took Harry's hand and they went to a chair at the desk, Draco on Harry's lap. "Maybe, if you talk about him...it'll help."

Harry coaked his head to the side, "Do you want to talk about Lucius?"

"Not now, it's too early. But I'd like to hear about Sirius."

Harry half smiled. "He was the closet thing I had to a dad, and he was so much fun to be around. Some nights, when I was staying with him, neither of us could sleep, so we'd go down to the kitchen and he'd tell me about my dad growing up, about the day I was born, and things like that. He so longed to go outside though, it was the saddest I'd ever seen him when we had to leave for school.

"I remember how he was with Lupin. They were so right for each other. Kind of like you and me," Draco smiled. "He wouldn't have died if it weren't for me-"

"Harry."

"I'm serious, I thought he was in trouble, so I went after him. Turns out he was perfectly fine, but not by the end of the night." He sighed. "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Draco kissed Harry and they went upstairs for a nap, as you can imagine they didn't get much sleep the night before.

"Draco!" Narcissa called up the stairs that night. "Severus is here!"

Draco and Harry headed down, both with sour looks on their faces. Everyone was gathered in the entrance hall, Narcissa upset at Draco, Lupin upset at Narcissa, Harry, Draco and Severus upset about death. To an on-looker it was a sad bunch.

The front door opened and a man walked in. "What's the matter, you all look like someone died." He said.

"Dad!?"