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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: First – I am So, So, So sorry about taking so long to update this story! I don't know what happened! Well, I just... stopped updating, that's what happened, and I don't know what to say in my defence! I can only keep apologizing. But it was so much involved with the delay of this chapter- School with homework 24/7. I hated everything I wrote etc. etc. I hope you will forgive me. I'll do better next time, okay? And, I understand if no one'll read this, as I'm so, so stupid, not updating for ages!

Second – Thank you to the reviewers!

Caz Malfoy – Thank you so, so much, Darling! For everything - for cheering me up when I'm down, for your enchouraging words, and for taking the time to help me with this chapter, even when you have so much better things to do. Your help were invaluable, as always.

Deathdragon4 – Aww, thank you for your review. Such sweet words!

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Nisha Kole – Oh, Thank you so much, dear, you're so sweet! And I agree, they SO have the right to make out wherever they want! laughs Thank you, for Everything. –hugs-

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Taddybear – Oh, thank you so much! You're very, very sweet! And, yeah – that is a very embarrassing mistake. :D I've been meaning to fix it for ages but, oh well... I am too lazy. -hugs back-

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Okay, without further delay, I give you:

Chapter 12

The Fight

After the day at the zoo, we dropped by a Chinese restaurant for dinner. When we finally got home, both of us were so tired that all we had the energy to do was sit down and watch some telly. We both must have fallen asleep, because the next thing either of us knew, we were being woken up by someone ringing the door buzzer.

"What the...? " Draco growled, trying to disentangle himself from me, to get up and answer.

"Just leave it," I muttered retaining my grip on him. "Just leave it... don't go!" I said. I didn't want him to move, he was so warm and I was so comfortable.

"I have to," he insisted. "It might be something important," he added, prying himself from my grip.

I felt so silly, he was only going to answer the door and I was acting like he was going away for a week. I think I'm obsessed with him. That's why I felt so surprised when Draco took my hand and said, "Can't you come with me?"

"Why?" I asked, but I stood up, as it was exactly what I wanted to do.

"I'll miss you so much if you don't come." He tilted his head and smiled at me, before leaning in for a kiss, just as someone knocked on the door. Which meant that they had come up from the street and up the two stairs to our flat.

"How did they get through the front door?" Draco asked in surprise, as he walked towards the door, holding onto me with one hand.

"I don't know," I shrugged.

When Draco opened the door, I almost laughed out loud. Albus Dumbledore was stood there on the door step, completely dressed from head to toe in Muggle clothing.

"Good Morning boys," he greeeted cheerfully. "I am sorry I woke you up."

"Professor Dumbledore!" said Draco, shocked. "Come in," he offered, indicating that Dumbledore should enter the apartment, with a wave of his right hand.

I realized that my mouth was hanging open rather rudely and I snapped it shut it. But it was so... strange, seeing Dumbledore in white shorts, and a blue Hawaiian-shirt. He looked surprisingly cool, though.

Dumbledore smiled at us and stepped into the apartment, looking around at the way we'd decorated it.

"This is a very nice apartment," he complimented. "Your work, Draco?"

"Yes, of course. I would never let Harry do something as important as decorating our place - Ouch!" he exclaimed, as I pinched him in the waist for revenge.

Dumbledore chuckled and asked if he could sit down in the armchair.

As Dumbledore and I sat down and talked for a while, Draco went to take a shower, claiming that he needed to wake himself up. When he came back from the shower, Draco disappeared into the kitchen, looking for something to offer our ex- headmaster.

After about five minutes Draco peered out, with an apologetic smile and said, "Professor Dumbledore, we haven't really had much time to do anything since we got here so, I'm afraid we don't have much to offer. I guess you wouldn't want a sherbet lemon?"

Dumbledore's eyes lit up and he said that he'd love one. When Draco had returned with a whole bag of sherbet Lemons, Dumbledore asked us how we were doing. He wanted to know if we felt better since we had last seen him and he also told us about what was going on in the wizarding world.

"Did you have a nice day at the zoo, yesterday?"

"Yeah, it was fun. We looked at all the animals, Draco made me talk to a snake. He won some prizes from the stalls that were open and yelled at some guy... Wait, how did you know we were at the zoo yesterday?" I asked him. Dumbledore just shrugged and smiled at us.

We talked for maybe an hour before Dumbledore came to the point of his visit. "Draco, Harry. I want to give you an offer, about your future. I wonder if you... in a year or two, would be interested in working at Hogwarts? You, Draco, would be an excellent Potions Professor and the best successor Severus could ever hope for. And Harry, you would be a perfect Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher - not many Wizards have the same experience in the matter as you have.

"And I was also wondering if you two wouldn't mind to share the position as Quiddich teachers. It'd be a lot of work, but since you'd be sharing the position I think you'd manage it pretty well. It's entirely up to you if, and when you want to start, but my advice to you would be to take at least a year off and relax. You certainly need it."

Draco met my eyes, neither of us said a word but we still understood what the other meant. Draco took my hand and squeezed it softly, before answering Dumbledore. "Professor Dumbledore, we haven't had much time to ourselves, so we're both going to have to say no for now. But we still think about taking up your offer for next year," he said and I nodded my agreement.

"Ahh... Not to worry, boys. The offer will certainly still be open for you later on."

That was when I realised what he was implying. "Are you saying that Snape and Madam Hooch has left Hogwarts? After so long?"

Dumbledore grinned, looking highly amused.

"Well... Professor Snape and Madam Hooch has decided that they want to spend some time to themselves... just like the two of you," he told us, his eyes twinkling.

"Are you saying that Snape... and... and Hooch...?" Draco asked, amusement evident in his voice.

Dumbledore nodded.

I couldn't help myself, but I got a really, really disgusting picture in my head, and I just had to go, "Uuuuhhhhhh!".

"No, No Harry. They have found... something, in each other. Quite sweet, actually." I think my brain stopped working for a moment when he said the word "sweet" in association with Snape - those two words should never, ever be used in the same sentence. "And that's... nice – if not a little odd..." Dumbledore said, smiling even more.

"Er... yes. If you say so." I said, as Dumbledore rose, and said that he 'regretably had to leave' because he had an appointment elsewhere.

He said thank you and bid us goodbye before disappearing with a small pop.

When he had left, Draco leant back in the couch and pulled me towards him. It was silent for a long while, as we were sitting down, just holding each other thinking about everything Dumbledore had told us.

Then, Draco suddenly tensed up.

"Harry! That's why McGonagall winked at Snape. Don't you remember that Hooch came after him in the corridor, when we were kissing there? Oh God. They were probably doing it... I think I'm going to be sick..." Draco said everything very quickly, wrinkling his nose up in disgust.

"Eww. Did you have to say that?" I leant back into him and we spent the whole day trying to get those horrible images out from our minds - Thankfully we succeeded.

When August came, so did an owl from Ron and Hermione, who were staying at The Burrow. They asked us if we wanted to come and stay with them for a couple of weeks. Actually, it was Ron who wrote the letter and he asked if I wanted to come.

Draco wasn't up for it at all and he said that he didn't want to stay in that "pathetic excuse for a house", and said that he couldn't stand to see millions of redheads and freckly faces everyday. Or "that crazy muggle loving fool" - meaning Arthur.

I told him to stop insulting my friend's family and the whole argument just escalated into an ugly fight. He insulted the Weasley's in any way he could possibly imagine. His eyes were cold and dark with fury - I didn't even understand what was wrong. He had spoken to the Weasley's and gotten along with them just fine at the Hospital Wing before we left Hogwarts and now he's saying he didn't want anything to do with them. It didn't make any sense at all.

I got so angry with him. I ranted angrily at him for a whole ten minutes before I decided that I couldn't stand the sight of him - so I just left. I was so bloody furious with him, that I just had to get as far away from him as I could.

I was gone for nearly six hours, and when I came back Draco was sitting outside, on the balcony looking up at the sky. I watched him from the living room, through the big glass door. It was already dark outside, the stars were twinkling merrily and the moon was almost full. Draco's platinum blonde hair was almost shining in the darkness. His skin looked extremely pale - well, the little bit skin that was showing. He was wearing a grey turtleneck, and the long sleeves covered all of his arms, the only part of them visible were his hands. He was sitting on the balcony's stone floor and I could tell that he was crying. His knees were drawn up to his chest, his face on his knees and his arms were over his head. I slowly made my way through the living room, towards the balcony.

He didn't notice I was home before I opened the balcony door. He looked up at me, his face puffy, and his eyes red. He was still crying. He looked so sad and small and fragile - so hurt. It made my heart break. I just wanted to reach out and touch him. But I was still angry with him. I didn't even know it was possible until that moment, to love someone so much and yet be so angry with them all at the same time. He had absolutely no right whatsoever to say stupid things like that. That was one thing he had promised me. He knew the Weasley's weren't as horrid as his father had made them out to be and he knew how much they meant to me because I had told him. They were like the only real family I had. He had promised me that he wouldn't insult them anymore. But yet he had and it hurt that he couldn't keep that one promise to me.

"Harry, I'm so..."

"Shut up!" I snarled. I wanted him to know how angry I was and how serious this matter was. He flinched and I immediately hated myself for making him do that. I continued, though not as harshly as before, but still angrily, as I slid down on the opposite end of the balcony. "Draco, why do you say stupid things like that?"

"I... I don't know," he stammered. "I can't help it. It just... I don't know... It comes out before I can stop it. I'm so sorry." He didn't look me in the eyes, instead he turned his head slowly downwards, looking at a crack in the stone floor. The fact that he refused to look me in the eyes disturbed me, I knew there was something he wasn't telling me but I didn't know what.

"Well start thinking about what you fucking say, then!" I spat at him.

"I try! I really do! My father... I just... I know that I can't keep putting the blame on him, but for so many years I wanted to be just like him. I wanted to be him... Harry. I'm so sorry. But it's so hard!" He wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper but still refused to look at me.

"You insulted my friends. My family. The only family that have ever wanted to take care of me, the only family that I have ever known to care about me at all. And you insulted them! You are so... argh... stupid, sometimes!"

He didn't respond at first. He just kept crying, still in silence, with his arms around his knees.

I felt so sorry for him. But he had to know that he had to stop hurting people I cared about.

Then, suddenly, he swore and looked me in the eyes before turning away a moment later, as he started speaking through his tears. "I try to think about what I say all the time! But there's obviously something wrong with me, because I can't control it! I just stop thinking! I don't even know what I do anymore when I get like that! I don't know what's wrong with me!"

I was shocked at the outburst at first and I didn't know what to say, so it went completely silent for about half an hour, except for Draco who twitched in a sob he had tried to restrain once in a while. My heart aced with every time he did. My heart broke for every tear that fell; for every time he dried his eyes.

"Harry," he almost whispered. "Are you going to leave me?" he said after a while, his eyes glued on to a particular spot somewhere on my chest.

"What?" I asked, shocked that he would even suggest that. He actually thought that I would leave him.

"Are you... are you going to leave me now?"

"Is that what you think?" Right before I answered, he had closed his eyes and at the first word I uttered, he almost jerked backwards.

"I..." his voice broke.

I couldn't bear it. He looked so dejected, so vulnerable and so worried, that I couldn't bear it anymore. I crawled over to him and put a finger under his chin and making his face turn upwards, so that he would look me in the eyes. "What is it you're not you telling me?" I tried to sound calm and not as worried as I was for him. He wasn't acting like the usual Draco at all.

He didn't answer me.

"Draco, what is it that you find so hard to tell me?"

"I'm..." he didn't continue.

"What are you? Please tell me, I'm getting worried!" He had turned away and wasn't looking at me again. I felt disappointed, as I so often can see in his eyes what he's not telling me. And now when he refused to look at me, I felt almost empty, as I couldn't see at all what he was thinking.

"I'm just so..." his voice was barely above a whisper and as he sounded so hoarse, it was almost impossible to hear what he was saying. "I'm so afraid that you don't love me." He took a sharp intake of breath and put his head on his folded arms and I heard him whimper, the sound like a slap in my face.

I just stared at him. I couldn't believe he'd actually said that. I felt so... worthless. Didn't he know that I loved him with all my heart? What had I done wrong, for him to believe I didn't love him? What was wrong with me? How couldn't he know what I felt?

His voice was muffled when he spoke next time, "I'm so scared you that you don't want me. You have friends, the Weasley-family loves you; you have somewhere to go! I have... I have nothing. Nothing at all! You are fucking everything to me, Harry! Are you leaving me now?" For the first time he met my eyes.

It all fell into places. 'This is it,' I remember thinking. 'He is such a moron sometimes, just because he's afraid of losing me.'

"No. No Draco, I won't leave you. I never would – I never could! But you just made me so angry! They are wonderful. And they were kind and invited us. What you said about them was really stupid. But I will never, ever leave you. I love you! Draco, don't you know that?" I touched his arm lightly, and before I could think anything more, he threw himself at me, clinging to me tightly. He was sobbing loudly now, as I held him just as tightly. He wrapped his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. And as he rested his head on my shoulder, all my anger faded away.

About 20 minutes later, I called his name gently and pulled away slightly, making him reluctantly let go. "You have to do something about your paranoia. Even if I'm angry, it doesn't mean I will leave you! If you keep thinking that I'm going to leave you it'll make you paranoid and then you'll do things that make me angry. I won't leave you. Can you understand that? Can't you see that I love YOU more than anything else? You have to understand that!"

"Harry," I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he was speaking and his fingers that were making small circles on my back. "I know. I'm not used to anyone caring about me. My parents never did," I felt damp eyelashes batting against my neck now. "I have never had any real friends. I can't understand how someone... someone like YOU would want to be with... me."

"I love you! Only YOU! Draco, look at me... You are the only one for me. Please... you have to stop thinking that I will leave you one day. Because I won't. Ever. You can't walk around worrying all the time that I will disappear one day. I won't do that."

He was holding me tightly once again, "You won't leave me? Don't ever, please!" he whispered through his tears.

"I won't. I definitely won't." I stroked the back of his head, and then kissed him gently on his temple, and slowly I felt his whole body relax against mine.

We sat like that the whole night, neither of us saying a word, and when the sunrise came he had almost fallen asleep in my arms and I wanted to put him to bed, so he could sleep for a couple of hours - he was exhausted. "Draco... Don't you want to sleep in the bed?" I began to stand up, a little stiff from sitting so long, and pulled him up too.

"You won't go anywhere?" he asked quietly, holding on to me.

"No. I'm not tired, I'll just go and make some breakfast. You can go to sleep."

"Mmm."

He fell asleep almost right away after I had helped him to bed.

When he had fallen asleep I sat besides him on the bed for a long time, hoping that he did believe me, when I said I loved him. That he had believed me when I had said I would never leave him. I stroked his soft blond hair out of his face, and kissed his temple once more before I went out to the kitchen. I made a big cup of tea, and took a few of the cookies that Hermione had made us when we moved in, and I went inside the living room and sat in the sofa watching some lame talk show on the TV. But my mind wasn't on the program, but on the blonde in the other room. The one that always seemed so confident, so sure of himself. I had seen him break down before, but not like this. Hysterically clinging to me was something that I never thought he could do. It wasn't something I'd ever though he would let himself do. But he had.

At least , now I thought I understood him a little bit more than I obviously had before. He got angry with the Weasley's, because he was jealous of them. He thought that I cared about them more, that I counted them as my family, but didn't count him in it as well. And it was obvious that he handled the jealousy by being angry, by raging and screaming and shouting.

And he was so used to growing up in Malfoy Manor, where no one had truly cared for him for real. Therefore, he couldn't believe that I loved him either. And when I left the apartment earlier he must have though I was leaving him forever.

My thoughts were swirling round and round in circles. Hadn't I showed him that I loved him? Hadn't I made it absolutely clear that my feelings never would falter? That I loved him more than I loved anyone else. Maybe I just wasn't good enough? Maybe he would never believe that I truly, truly loved him.

But then I realised that he knew I loved him. Sometimes. But the wounds from his childhood, they were so deep, they were so big, that sometimes he turned back in on himself. He was like the young Draco, aching for his fathers approval. But he never received it. Because of this, he had believed that I couldn't love him. He had wanted me to love him for so long, and he thought I would never love him back. Oh God, He was so insecure. Damn Lucius, it was all his fault.

When I had finished thinking about it, I was sure this was it. This was why he sometimes went so uncontrollably mad. So furious. And it calmed me, somehow, as I now understood him better. And I knew now how to react if something like this happened again. I had now realized that I had overreacted yesterday.

When I finally understood it, lunch time had rolled around and I felt I had to wake him up, just to tell him. To prove what I felt about him. I quietly stepped into the bedroom and carefully crawled onto the bed, over the blankets. "Draco..." I whispered. "Draco, wake up." He woke up with a start, and sat straight up in bed and, judging by the look on his face, I'd scared him. When he saw me, he relaxed and he actually fell back onto the bed, with his grey eyes softening immediately. "Hey," I said, stroking his cheek with the back of my hand. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I overreacted."

Draco pulled back slightly to look at me, confused. "What?" He tilted his head to one side, "I don't understand..."

"I shouldn't have left. It was wrong of me. I was just so... angry. They mean a lot to me, Draco. I love them. I really do. But you have to know that you always comes first. I love you more than anyone."

When I had finished talking, Draco took a deep breath, and shook his head. "I know you do. And I know you can love both me... and the Weasley's." He paused, "And I don't know why I said those things. I've met them. They were... okay. I mean, it's hard to change opinion of them entirely in one meeting, but they were nice. And I understand why you like them. And please, Harry, I had promised you I wouldn't say anything like that about them. You had the right to act the way you did. But I didn't. I know when I'm wrong and this time, I was." He took a deep, shivering breath, when he had stopped speaking, and I sat down closer beside him, taking his hand in mine. "I love you, Draco."

"I know you do. I know! But yesterday, I don't know why, but I felt I had to compete with the Weasley's. And I was so sure I would lose. It felt like I didn't have a chance to win you. And I got so scared, they didn't even mention my name in the letter, I felt like I wasn't welcome, everything just came out. I don't know why. And when you went out the front door... I was so scared. If I had lost you, it would've been my fault!

"But you came back. And I know you love me, Harry. I really do. And I think... it feels better now when I've said it out loud," Draco said, and he squeezed my hand. "Have you forgiven me?" he asked.

"Yeah," I leaned closer to him, and gave him a gentle kiss on those soft lips. He put his arms around me, pulling me into a warm hug and I just held him close. I think that hug, that simple embrace, is the single most beautiful moment in my life.

He really seemed to take in what I had told him. Since then he hasn't been as moody, and he calmed down a lot.

End chapter 12.