After a few more drinks and a few more laughs, Blaise and Ron left Draco and Harry on their own.

Apparently when Harry was out, he was really out.

The blonde Slytherin sighed as he looked at his boyfriend. He didn't know what to do with Harry who was hot beyond flames, and cute beyond clouds and softness.

"Mmm... Draco," mumbled the sleeping figure in his bed.

Draco smiled down at the beauty before him, and made to get up and bring the Gryffindor to his bed.

Harry whimpered at the loss of heat, and the blonde could never really hold himself against the whimper.

Draco left the Gryffindor in his bed, and tucked the boy in.

"Draco..." mumbled the figure.

The blonde smiled again. /I wonder what he's dreaming about,/ he thought.

"Draco, stay..." heard the Slytherin as he turned to sleep in Harry's bed tonight.

The blonde smiled, and quickly discarded his own clothing as well as his boyfriend's.

Draco slipped under the covers beside Harry.

The raven haired boy had unconsciously wrapped his arms around Draco as soon as the blonde slipped into bed with him.

Draco sighed happily, and wrapped his own arms around his boyfriend. It was wonderful being together. When he was with Harry, it was as if all the world was nothing; absolutely nothing - and that was quite a bit to forget. The war, school, the threats, responsibilities - all of that was forgotten when it was just him and Harry, and he loved it this way. There was nothing he would rather have.

The next morning, Draco woke up and felt the beautiful feeling of a warm body beside him. Draco smiled at the memory, and fell back into a light slumber.

It wasn't long before he was awakened again by a groan from a certain Gryffindor in his bed.

Harry attempted to move again, and groaned as he tried to think with his wasted head.

Draco patted the Gryffindor's back soothingly, "Shhhuuu... Just lie down and forget everything else. Nothing else matters."

That seemed to make the Gryffindor feel better and he basked in the wonderful feeling of being wrapped in the embrace of Draco, his love.

There was a knock on the door, and they heard the professor's voice - the potions master's voice, to be exact.

"Boys, wake up. We're going on a tour today, and it's leaving in an hour."

Draco wanted to tell the professor that he heard, but he didn't want to disturb Harry. Before he could think up a solution, the potions master spoke once more, "I'm coming in whether you're ready or not, so cover anything you don't want me to see."

Severus opened the door to the room, and saw the blonde's eyes glaring at him.

"Wha-" said Severus, but was interrupted

"SHHUUU..." said Draco with narrow eyes.

Severus made his way over to the couple in bed, and raised an eyebrow.

"Hangover..." whispered Draco, attempting not to move too much.

Severus nodded, and produced a bottle from within his robes.

When Draco saw what was in the professor's hand, he nearly jumped with joy.

Severus picked up a glass from the bar and filled it with water, then added two drops of the hangover potion to the glass. The potions master swirled it, and brought it to the couple.

Severus put his hand under Harry's head, propping him up. Harry stirred.

"Drink this, Harry," he whispered.

Harry scrunched his eyes against the pain, "Okay, okay, just stop shouting."

Harry quickly downed the glass and fell back into Draco's arms. It took a few seconds, but it worked. Harry opened his eyes and looked around. Seeing the potions master watching him in bed with Draco caused him to react in panic. Harry quickly brought the covers up to cover the two of them, though they were already rather heavily covered already, but the potions master just smiled.

"Harry, I'm not going to do anything."

"I know, but you scared me half to death."

Draco held Harry tighter, and rubbed the Gryffindor's arm soothingly, "Harry, love, we're leaving in less than an hour. Going on a tour of some sort."

Harry looked at Draco, "Are you up for it?" he asked.

Draco nodded, "I'm pretty sure this is going to be indoors for most of it?" said Draco, looking at the potions master, who nodded in response.

"Alright then, it's fine. I'm taking a shower, Harry, and if you want to smell like alcohol, you go ahead."

Harry pouted.

"Kidding. But after me. I don't think I can control myself, after how you looked last night."

Severus raised an eyebrow, "Last night?"

Harry turned red, and Draco glared, "Harry here got all dressed up because we were going to go to a club, but he looked too good, so we ended up not going."

"And how did you know he looked too good?"

"Blaise and Weasley couldn't keep their eyes off him; not to mention the hard-on's they both got just by looking at him."

Harry blushed again, and Severus smiled, "Well, Harry, 'The Boy Who Lived,' is at it again. What can't the Golden boy do?"

Harry grabbed a pillow and threw it at the potions master, who toppled backward from the slight impact because he was too busy laughing to be on guard.

Draco had gone into the shower, and Harry had made the potions master turn around so he could at least cover himself while he got the clothes he was going to change into.

The potions master did as he was told, but when he'd turned, he noticed something on the floor right beside the door. He went to pick it up, and then he stopped breathing for a moment when he realized what it was.

Harry noticed this, and, after he had put on a rather long t-shirt and shorts, he walked over to the potions master.

"What is that?"

"Uh, Harry, this is uh..."

"Let me see it," said Harry, taking the small piece of parchment from the potions masters grasp.

/When you least expect it the worst will happen.

When you need him the most he will not be there.

We know you take advantage of his love.

Where he belongs is with us./

Harry had a frown on his face after he read this.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Harry nodded, not trusting his voice.

"Harry, if they are going to take Draco, you'd better make sure you know where he is at all times."

Harry nodded, "But what if they take him when I'm not looking?"

"Tell Blaise and Ron. They'll make sure nothing is forced upon him. Then go to Pansy and Lavender and tell them about this. They will take care of the details."

Harry nodded, and slipped the note into his trunk right before Draco came out of the bathroom.

"Why do you two look so serious?" asked Draco

"We're not. You take too long in there, silly!" said Harry, smiling.

Draco smiled back, oblivious to the tenseness still lingering lightly in Harry's expression.

Severus stayed in the room as Harry took a shower, making sure his godson was going to be safe. So, they were going to take Draco from Harry, and probably take him to the Dark Lord, where he doesn't want to be. Force him to take the dark mark perhaps?

"So, Severus, are you planning on staying here all day? I'm sure there're students out there just waiting for you to terrorize them," teased Draco, who had obviously not noticed the potions master's inattentiveness to the conversation.

"Oh, I'll just wait until Harry comes out from his shower."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Because I need to talk to him."

"Oh, then tell me, and I'll tell him when he comes out."

"It would be easier if I tell him myself."

Draco shrugged, "Whatever."

Harry came out, and eyed Severus. The potions master nodded and turned around to exit.

"Severus, I thought you had something to tell Harry," said Draco

"Oh, I've forgotten what it is. I have to go terrorize some students now. See you both later, then," said the potions master quickly, and left the room.

Draco eyed Harry, "Well, that was odd."

Harry smiled, and got dressed.

Throughout the entire tour, Harry was too busy keeping an eye on Hermione, Dean, and Seamus to really take in the beauty of California.

"Harry, look at that!" exclaimed Draco, pointing at a theme park.

"That's Universal Studios," commented Blaise

"What's that?"

"It's a muggle thing," replied Blaise

"We'll be going there in a few days time, mister Malfoy," said the drawled voice of Professor McGonagall.

Draco turned to Harry, who smiled back, "It will be fun, don't worry. If you could stand France, you can stand Universal Studios."

"Then there's also Sea World and Disney Land," said Blaise excitedly.

Draco could see Professor McGonagall nodding, "Yes, we'll be going there as well."

Draco smiled, and cuddled into Harry's arms.

Harry held Draco close to him, and pressed his cheek on the Slytherin's head. It was going to be a difficult graduation trip, but he would get through it, and perhaps try to enjoy it as much as he could with Draco by his side. He would make sure nothing happened to Draco if it was the last thing he did.

During lunch they had stopped at a café, and Harry waited until Draco was in the bathroom to tell the others of the new note he found.

"So you're sure the note was about Draco, and not you?" asked Blaise

Harry nodded, "Snape thinks so too. They're going to give Draco to Vold- the Dark Lord," corrected Harry, as he noticed some of the individuals flinch, "and most likely use him against me in the war, or something."

Lavender and Ron nodded in agreement, "It makes sense. I mean, it would be more his style to do something like this just so he can make Harry yield to him in front of everyone, and claim his victory that way."

"But why would Hermione, Dean, and Seamus hate us enough to turn to you-know-who for an answer?"

Before anyone could answer, Draco returned and sat next to Harry, who smiled at him, and wrapped his arm around the blonde.

Though the topic was no longer discussed, Harry couldn't stop thinking about it. Life would not be worth living if Draco was out of his life. They had both been through so much; there was no way Harry could just let it all fall. No, Harry was going to protect Draco - with his own life, if he had to.

The graduating class finished the tour for that afternoon, and for the rest of their holiday they could decide to either be at the beach, the theme parks, or doing whatever they wished in their own time.

Harry and Draco decided to spend at least three days at Disney land - in the company of Pansy, Lavender, Ron, and Blaise, of course.

The professors had been split up. Depending on which group being located where, the professor in charge would be with them. For example, professor Snape was with Harry and Draco's group at the theme parks and professor McGonagall was at the beach with the other group of students.

Dinner that night was with everyone in the hotel restaurant.

Professor McGonagall stood up before the graduates, "Students, I would like to announce that the headmaster has granted me permission to hold a dance to celebrate your last Christmas together with everyone from Hogwarts."

There was a cheer amongst the seventh year students, but Harry couldn't ignore the smug look on Hermione, Seamus, and Dean's faces.

Was this the day when it was going to happen? Were they going to do something to Draco during their last Christmas at Hogwarts?

Harry elbowed Blaise beside him, and gestured towards the three. Blaise narrowed his eyes to glare at them, but made no comment.

"So, students, I would like to make sure you all have a set of dress robes, and perhaps even a partner for the dance. The dance will be held on Christmas day during the evening. Happy eating."

There was a large amount of chatter going on, now.

"Harry, why don't we wear our suits we wore when we were in France? It would be different from everyone else', and I know the others will be absolutely green with envy. We'll look SO good."

Harry smiled. "If you like."

Draco smiled back, and returned to his food. Now that the outfit for the night was decided, he felt good.

When dinner was over, Blaise and Ron joined Harry and Draco in their room.

"So, what are you two going to wear? Better start thinking soon. Draco doesn't let something like this go so easily. During the Yule Ball in our fourth year, it was crazy. Draco had actually spent the entire day searching for the perfect set of dress robes," said Blaise casually

Ron looked at Blaise shyly, and the Slytherin smiled in return. "You can wear a set of mine if you like. I don't think I'd want you wearing the set you were wearing to the last Yule Ball, either."

Ron smiled and blushed before Blaise gave him a little peck on the cheek.

Just then, another note slipped through the door.

Harry stood up fast enough to knock Draco over, if the blonde hadn't seen the note at the same moment, and stood up to investigate. Harry ignored the note, and opened the door as fast as his seeker reflexes would allow him to. He looked left and right but he couldn't see anyone.

Pansy was in the hall at that moment, "Pansy, did you see who just came up to the door?"

Pansy looked up, smiling, "Nope. Why?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, and shook his head, "Forget it," and closed the door behind him.

As he closed the door to his room, Draco had picked up the note.

The blonde read it out loud.

/You have been warned

The day draws near

The day you will disappear./

Draco narrowed his eyes, "Harry, I think they are just lacking now. How does this even make sense?"

Harry eyed Blaise, and the black-haired Slytherin gave him a sympathetic look in return.

Harry shrugged, "I guess they are just getting desperate. I mean, the entire school is against them; what else can they do?"

"But why? Why waste the time to do something like this?"

Harry shrugged.

Draco placed the little note on the desk in the room, and took his place by the bed again. Soon enough, the two from room 732 returned to their own room next door and Draco fell asleep, leaving Harry to think up a way to protect the Slytherin he loved so much.