Hey guys, so yeah, this is the last chapter of this very un-successful fic. Meh, guess people just aren't ready for my brilliance :P Anyways, hope you all enjoyed it x


He could hear faint sounds of a commotion outside the portrait hole. The voices seemed familiar but he found he didn't really care who it was.

"He never … no … I don't –"

"… Be quiet … do with … fell out?"

"… Can hope … disgusting …"

He heard something which sounded like a slap and a squeal of pain, when suddenly the door swung inwards and Ron and Hermione appeared; Ron with a slightly red cheek.

"Where have you been?" Ron demanded, sounding a lot like his mother.

Hermione just simply stared at Harry as he ignored them, lost in the fire. She stepped towards his chair, kneeling before him. Harry regretfully pulled his eyes away from the flames and into Hermione's searching gaze. He uttered a single word, but Hermione understood.

"Aiobhne,"

She embraced him as fresh tears poured down his face and he cried into her shoulder, allowing all his pain, his hatred, his anger, but most importantly, his sorrow to escape him.

"Are you going to the Great Hall this morning, Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively on Wednesday morning.

"You should, y'know mate." Ron said. "You haven't eaten breakfast since Saturday."

Harry just shrugged and followed his two best friends out of the portrait hole, down flights of stairs, through the Entrance Hall and into the Great Hall.

"Don't look, Harry," said Hermione. But it was too late. He glanced at the Slytherin table and saw the soft, cascading, golden hair straight away.

Draco looked as he always did; calm confident and posed. He didn't seem at all bothered about the fact Harry had caught him with … Aiobhne. Just then, Draco looked up and locked eyes with Harry. He got up from his seat and followed Harry as he walked from the hall and into the grounds. Harry turned just as Draco caught up with him.

"Why?" whispered Harry. "Why?"

"I don't know. She was just … and I was … and you weren't … I don't know! She just looked exactly like you, and – and, it just happened, okay?" Draco cried.

"Dray," started Harry. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"No," Draco replied.

There was once a time when he would have replied "yes" in an instant, but not now.

"Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?" Harry asked.

"No," said Draco.

"If I walked away right now, would you cry?" Harry questioned, tears appearing at the corners of his eyes.

"No," Draco answered.

Harry turned to go, practically running, pushing past all the late stragglers for breakfast. He couldn't believe it had ended. He thought they would be together forever –

Arms encircled his waist as he was pulled around. Draco's mouth found his, kissing him passionately. He pushed his tongue into his boyfriend's mouth, urging him to respond. Eventually Harry did, and after what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart, breathing heavily.

Huskily, Draco said, "Ree, you're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with you, I need to. And if you walked away, I wouldn't cry … I'd die."