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Title: You Make Me Complete

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R

Genre: Romance/Humor

Summary: Harry wants to tell you about his life so far.

A/N: Hello again everyone, time for chapter 8, but before that, some thank you's to the fantastic, wonderful reviewers.

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Chapter 8
Back to school

Back at Hogwarts everyone saw it right away - So much for trying to keep it a secret. Seamus had nothing to do with this outing, though. It was all our own fault.

Already in the Great Hall almost the whole school knew about us. They already knew that we were friends, now; somehow they saw the change in us.

Maybe it was in our eyes. We couldn't tear our eyes from each other. We stared at each other the whole time. We didn't touch or anything as we walked into the hall, we just looked. Looked each other in the eyes all the time. I couldn't look away from those beautiful stormy grey eyes. They had such a soft expression when he looked at me. My heartbeat raced so fast. I couldn't believe that he was mine. And only mine.

I sat down at the Gryffindor table, as he continued to walk over to the Slytherin table. I didn't notice when the sorting started, and I didn't notice when it ended. I didn't even notice when the food was served.

I didn't really notice everyone talking and whisper about us, or pointing at me, and then at Draco, and then back at me again. It was Draco who did. And Draco, being Draco, loves to shock people. So he did something I never, ever would've dared to do.

He rose from his seat at the Slytherin table. I was confused. What was he doing? That's when I noticed that his Slytherin friends were looking oddly at him.

He started walking quickly towards me. That's when I noticed everyone else looking at both of us. I blushed slightly. Was it that obvious?

Then, all of a sudden, he stood right in front of me. In the corner of my eyes, I saw that Snape was looking worried.

Then he took me by the collar, and pulled me standing, so I was face to face with him. He brushed away some rice from my cloak, which I had dropped in shock, when I had realised that the whole school was looking at us.

"Potter! Can't you even eat properly? Do you have to be such a slob, dropping it on your clothes?" he stepped closer, touching my chest with two fingers from his right hand.

"Did you come over, just to ask me that?" I asked, smiling at him. I put my arms around his waist, not being aware that I was doing it, as it came so naturally.

"No." he said, putting his arms around my neck. Gasps were heard from everywhere in the hall.

"So?"

He didn't say anything; he just kissed me gently on the lips.

As I hadn't really known what I was doing, it came as a real shock when I finally realized that everyone was watching what we were doing. I started to blush. Draco saw this, and whispered in my ear "Wow, Potter. You really know how to blush!" I blushed even more, and cursed myself. 'Damn it. Why do I have to blush this easily, all the time?'

As Draco whispered in my ear, and I blushed like an idiot, I realised that the whole room had went deadly quiet. I bet that many would have paid a lot of money to hear what Draco said to me, as it made me blush so much. Seamus was actually standing up in his seat, craning his neck, to try and hear us.

But before anyone had time to say anything, he straightened my glasses, turned around, went back to his seat, at the Slytherin table, which by the way was far more empty than previous years. Many of them (among them for example, Parkinson, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle,) had left. I guessed that they were receiving Dark Mark-training, to become Death Eaters, or something along those lines.

I guess I ought to have been wiser, and thought more about it. Schoolmates, classmates had left Hogwarts, to become minions of Voldemort. It should've made me angry, furious, anxious, afraid... But it didn't. I was young, and stipid, and in love.

I kept looking at Draco during the whole dinner, and Draco kept looking at me. He gave me that tender, loving look, which I can never get enough of.

Then, "If Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy would join in and listen too, and take their eyes off of each other, for just a few minutes." I looked at Dumbledore, who were smiling. "Don't worry, boys. This won't take too long. You can keep looking at each other in a few minutes."

I nodded and blushed, as Draco smiled brightly.

Many giggles and snickers were heard from everywhere.

Dumbledore held his speech, and presented the new prefects and the head boy and head girl for the year.

"Head girl is Miss Hermione Granger," Dumbledore announced.

Hermione beamed at the applause she was receiving, and I yelled, "Congratulations, Hermione. You're definitely worth it."

She smiled and said, "Thank you, Harry!"

Ron was looking at her, glowing with pride and with love, before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

Then Dumbledore continued, "And the Head Boy is Mr Draco Malfoy."

He wasn't receiving as much applause as Hermione did, but he had his usual stone-face on, which he always does "in-public". Then he looked at me, and his eyes softened. It must've been obvious how surprised I was that he hadn't told me about this, so he smiled and mouthed, "Surprise."

Of course he deserved it, as he was the best student of the year, after Hermione, and he was responsible... most of the time. I was really happy for him.

Then he smiled one of those smiles that make it feels like my knees goes weak for weeks, and mouthed, "Love you." I smiled, and mouthed back "I love you too."

The Head Boy and Girl had private rooms, and shared a common room. That room came in rather handy when Draco and I wanted some... erm... private time. Sure, Draco had a room of his own before, but that was in the Slytherin dungeons, and we didn't really liked being there, as I said before.

I think that Ron and Hermione appreciated Hermione's room too, though Hermione would never admit that.

The first term went on quite well, and very quickly. I was captain of the Gryffindor team, and Draco was captain of the Slytherin team. The Slytherin's who hadn't run off to join Voldemort was as faithful to Draco as ever, and he was still the Slytherin-King. And no one dared to pick on him because of his sexual preference. The whole school knew what Draco Malfoy could do if he got angry. And if anyone as much as breathed a word to him, he'd go as far as to slaughter him or her.

Everyone found out about that when a Ravenclaw fifteen-year-old guy made a cough sounding very much like a mocking "poof" when I passed in the corridor, and the consequences from that weren't... nice.

The fifth year had too spend the two upcoming weeks at the hospital wing, having some broken bones in not so nice places, and I also heard that he had uncontrollable nosebleed for at least two months afterwards. But, as this person had always been one of the most irritating, and disliked people in the whole school, Draco actually gained respect (and three-weeks of detention). I didn't like that Draco beat the guy, and we discussed it... or rather, argued about it... a lot, before Draco at least promised to tell me before he would beat up someone the next time. It was not really what I had in mind, but it was a progress.

You know, even Ron said, "Good job, Malfoy!" as he heard what Draco had done.

I'm not sure what that guy used to do that was so terrible, but from what I've heard, he's very homophobic, and he were always harassing most of the girls in school with disgusting insinuations. (He actually tried to do something with Hermione once, trying to touch her where he had no right whatsoever, but Hermione had smacked him hard in the face, and then told McGonagall, and he'd been thrown out from school for almost two weeks.)

No one dared to do something after that, but I could tell that everyone seemed wary about our whole relationship. They'd accepted us as friends, but lovers... that was a bit harder to understand.

Otherwise, that autumn was pretty much the same as always.

The worst lessons were as usual Potions (Snape seemed to hate me even more for each year), and of course Divination. (I've lost count of how many times I should've been dead.)

Then the winter came, and the best times was when we sat in the sofa, in the warmth of the fireplace, and just cuddled, and kissed, and held each other.

I noticed something about Draco then. He loved to rip my clothes off of me, but he also loved to help me to get my clothes back on. He always wanted to button my shirt when I put it back on, and when it was winter he always helped me with my mittens and my scarf. He still does. No one can imagine how caring he really is. He is so tender, and so loving, and so concerned. It's adorable.

One day, when the lake was frozen Draco tried to teach me to skate.

He was great at that too. He was graceful, as usual, and it seemed as if he just flew over the ice.

He was so beautiful that day. His blond hair slightly dishevelled from the wind. His black coat, and his green scarf and mittens. He was even smiling.

I... Well, skating was just another thing I sucked at.

But I did like it. A lot. It could be the fact that I got to cling and hang on to Draco as much as I needed (or wanted) too. Draco didn't mind it at all.

After a while more and more people came to the lake, and started too. Ron was not that good at it either (but much, much better that me, though,) and Hermione was a princess on the ice. She was almost as good as Draco, and she helped Ron as much as he would let her. But he's so stubborn that he wanted to learn by himself, without much help.

Anyway, Draco and Hermione put on quite a show, and danced around the whole lake. Draco laughed heartily even tough many people looked at them. His cold, uncaring façade was forgotten that day, even though he was around so many people. He didn't care. He just seemed to have a great time, skating around the ice, helping me, and mocking Ron.

Many people changed their opinion, and their beliefs about him that day. They saw that he wasn't as cold, and mean, as they had thought before. He was nice, and friendly, and loving, towards me at least.

They saw how he helped me, and how he let me cling to him. They saw how he looked at me, and how he just held me.

They didn't saw him just as clear as I did. But they started to accept him. And I was so happy about that. Not that I would care if anyone told me to stop being with him. Stop caring about him. Stop loving him.

But I was happy, as it's so much easier if you don't have to defend him all the time. You have so much time to do other things if other people accept it, and stop nagging you about it every single day.

I think they saw how much I needed him, how much I maybe needed to be the one who clung to someone else, sometimes. And needed him, I did.

My feeling of happiness didn't get to last for long.

Right before Christmas, the war started. After over two years of silence, Voldemort decided it was time to strike.

It started with a day nursery. This little house, right outside of London was where witches and wizard's with children who were squibs placed them, to let them meet children like themselves over the day. Voldemort arrived one day, killing every one of them for no other reason than for pure pleasure. He killed 7 children. Seven innocent children. That makes me sick. I still remember the children's names. I remember how old they were. I can't remember every single one that Voldemort has ever killed, but this was so awful, and the first massive murderer I was old enough to know about. They were so young, with the whole life ahead of themselves. Innocent children, doing nothing else than annoying Voldemort because they were 'Mudbloods'. (Oh, I hate that word!)

It was horrible, terrible, awful.

Voldemort killed so many people. Muggles, witches and wizards, alike. The first one I lost was Sirius. Next was Hagrid- I got to know, months after his death that the giant's had killed him.

I couldn't do anything. I was under strong surveillance. People seemed to be absolutely sure that I would do something rash. Something stupid. Other than Draco, who seemed to watch over me like a hawk, there was Lupin, who'd returned this year for the Defence against the dark arts' position. Moody was at Hogwarts frequently, and every time he he was, he looked me up, telling me to watch my back. And except for Draco and Lupin, there was Hermione and Ron who almost watched me as much as Draco did. And McGonagall. God, even Snape seemed to check on me now and then. Even though I'm pretty sure it was just to see that I didn't drag Draco along on some dangerous adventure of some sort.

But I had no plans at all on going anywhere. I was sure that I couldn't do anything but being in the way for every great, powerful, special trained Auror.

Draco and I sat countless hours in his room, talking about this. What was our part in this? What were we supposed to do? We were so young, what could we do? And everyone counted on me to Make Everything All right, yet they were locking me inside the castle.

I got some major fits, screaming and breaking things in frustration. And Draco put up with it all. He always did.

He always listened, even if it was him I screamed at. He knew I didn't mean what I said when I told him to leave me alone, or when I told him that he had to stop watching me everywhere I went. He backed off when I told him so, but it was always me that after 20 minutes came crawling back, begging for forgiveness. And he did. He always forgave me, and opened his arms, and let me get comfort from his warm embrace. I don't know how many school days I missed; how many school days I made Draco miss, just because I had been up all the night screaming, shouting, braking things, until I fell on the bed, exhausted. And always Draco stayed with me.

And we were safe inside of Hogwarts. Until one day, in May.

I don't know how exactly, but Voldemort and his troops of Death Eaters came into Hogwarts' grounds. It wasn't like it was supposed to be, this final day of the battle. It was supposed to rain. It was supposed to be raining, and thundering. It was supposed to be really dark outside; maybe it would even happen in the middle of a cloudy night. But no! Voldemort arrived the first bright spring day of the year, around lunchtime. The sun stood high on the sky, it was really warm outside, and not a single cloud as far as the eye could tell. The birds were chirping. It was an amazingly beautiful day.

That's when he came. Life's ironic like that.

I knew that he wanted me. I was his prime target, so I left Hogwarts. Not because I was scared, but I didn't wanted him to destroy the school, where so many people were. Their only safety was the school, so I had to lead Voldemort away from them.

So I took my broom and flew away into the Dark forest. Draco came after me. I tried to stop him. I didn't want him to come after me, to risk his own life for me. I couldn't bare it if he died. I knew I couldn't live without him.

I actually punched him on the nose, just to stop him. But the stubborn idiot didn't care. He didn't listen to me. He never does.

Voldemort came after me, positive that he was going to win the battle. He didn't know about Draco, so he underestimated what we could do.

We fought the same way we did when I was fourteen, only now, I had company. Draco was there, and even though I hadn't wanted him to be there, to tell the truth, it meant everything.

Draco was hit with the same curses that I was.

There were about 15 Death Eaters around us, and I saw Lucius among them. Draco saw him too.

When a Cruciatus curse hit us, I saw Lucius stepping forwards, to Voldemort and saying, "Dear Lord. Can I have the blond one? He is my son, my disowned son. I would like to finish him off, Sir Lord." I heard hunger in his voice.

He sounded so pathetic. He sounded like a puppet, or even a brainwashed puppet. It was like he couldn't even move or speak, without Voldemort pulling his strings.

Voldemort didn't seem to like Lucius idea, and he waved his wand, and Lucius fell down, dead.

Draco's eyes flickered. But I didn't see any sorrow.

Voldemort obviously wanted to kill both of us, by himself.

He threw a curse at me, and I tried to defend myself, and then our wands did again, what it had done when I was fourteen. They locked.

I saw Draco, on the ground looking afraid and exhausted.

When I started to shake, Draco tried to do the Avada Kedavra curse on Voldemort. It didn't kill him, but it weakened him, and gave me enough time, as I couldn't hold on any longer, and I fell.

I couldn't do anything; I was too exhausted.

Draco came running over to me, and pulled me up, just touched me. Looking into my eyes, asking me if I was all right, and stroking my hair back, as Voldemort recovered from the Avada Kedavra curse. I rested my forehead on his, and he touched my lips with his quickly. I felt it again, the same feeling as the night at the Leaking Cauldron. The strong sensation of power, of love, running throughout my whole system.

I knew I could do anything. Anything I wanted, as long as Draco was there with me. And what I wanted that time was to kill the bastard who wanted to kill and destroy everyone and everything that had ever mattered to me. This whole world, which was the first place I ever felt at home in, all of my friends. Ron and Hermione. Draco.

In the corner of my eyes I saw about 5 more death eaters coming towards us, and the same time I saw Voldemort rise slowly behind Draco's back. Draco stood up, and walked proudly towards them, raising his wand as he did so.

I turned my attention back at Voldemort, who looked even less human than he usually did, and I saw him pull up his wand, pointing it at Draco. I knew it. He'd kill him while I watched. Just to make me suffer. If I saw Draco die, Voldemort would probably not even have to kill me by himself, as I'd die from a broken heart. He started, "AVADA KED... "

I was furious. Crazy. My brain had stopped all kind of rational though, and I was only doing what evry single instinct told me to do; what my heart told me to do. Save Draco. Save everyone.

So I gathered all my strength. Everything I had, I put it all into the curse, and I screamed, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

And it worked.

I'd killed the Dark Lord. It had worked.

I saw a bright light, and the earth rumbled. In what felt like I was moving in slow motion, I turned around, trying to see Draco. I saw him on the ground, surrounded by stunned Death Eaters. I remembered the killing curse Voldemort had thrown after him, and I ran, still in slow motion, towards him.

He couldn't be dead! Voldemort hadn't said the whole spell. He couldn't be dead. I wouldn't allow MY Draco to be dead. He couldn't be dead! I came up to him, and I dropped lifeless on the ground with Draco on my side.

End chapter eight

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Okay... so that was the end of Chapter 8, I hope you liked it! There's more to come, and I promise I'll try to update faster this time!