Harry sat right where Draco had left him for a very long time. Everything was finally clear to him. Draco was his life, and he was absolutely, undeniably, head-over-heels, crazy in love with him. And he was almost sure that Draco had felt the same way. That was what had called to him to break it off, even though not all of it had been that clear at the time. He knew that the pain would be too great if they got attached, and then oneof them died—as it was sure to happen, just being on friendly terms would cause them that danger. It was better to remain enemies than to become something more. Because that something more would surely break them.

But now that he had gone through it, and found out that Draco really didn't care… it hurt so bad. It shouldn't hurt like this! Damn it, Draco… He began to cry, and started to sing…

Your beautiful eyes,

Oh, they set me on fire,

Make me want to cry,

Make me feel alive.

How could I say no?

Oh, I love you so,

But what am I supposed to do?

I know, oh it hurts me to know,

That we can never be,

Oh, how I wish that we could be,

But we can never be.

So I'm asking you,

What's left for me,

But to face destiny?

You've left me here,

And I can't go on,

I can't be strong,

Cause you're gone,

Oh, I love you so,

But what am I supposed to do?

I know, and it hurts me to know,

That we can never be,

Oh, how I wish that we could be,

But we can never be.

So I'm asking you,

Oh, love, what's left for me,

But to face destiny?

Alone

Oh love, don't leave me alone…

It occurred to him, as he finished his mournful song, that he wasn't alone. Draco would always be with him, in his heart. He just knew that Draco would come back to him after this horrible war was over, and that he couldn't possibly hate him anymore. So he wouldn't go and try to find him, to win him back and keep him as long as his earth-bound time would allow, because he knew that even if one of them died, they'd find each other again.