That Friday night, Harry and Draco sat together on the couch in their secret room. Draco was restless, frightened, and angry all at the same time, and his right foot tapped the floor in a steady rhythm.
"Hey, relax," Harry cajoled him.
"How can I relax when we could be going to our deaths tomorrow?" Draco snapped, then immediately regretted it when he saw the hurt on Harry's face. "I'm sorry," he sighed, in a softer tone. "I just can't stop thinking about it-" He was cut off when Harry pulled him close for a kiss.
"Better?"
"A little. But what if Voldemort knows I'm a spy and this is just a trap?" Draco stared into space, thinking about all that could go wrong.
"We already talked about this. It's been months. We have to take the chance! We've never had a better one. Now stop," Harry commanded.
Draco looked at Harry with no expression before saying, "You know I love you, right?"
"I love you, too." And Draco hugged Harry tightly, planting kisses on his neck. Soon they were both undressed and very happy, at least for that night.
Draco woke up early the next morning. The meeting was at noon. It was a Hogsmeade weekend and Draco could sneak away without being noticed. He would then get the port key, apparate back, and bring back Harry Potter. That was the plan according to his father in the owl he'd sent to inform Draco when to meet.
However, instead of just Harry, there would be a whole team of Aurers and others in the Order. Draco looked at the sleeping boy next to him and thought 'I don't know what I'll do if he dies'. Reluctantly, he woke Harry, who was up instantly. He shot a shaky smile at him, which was returned.
"Be careful today," Harry warned Draco.
"Me? You're the one with Gryffindor hero complex." Draco smirked. Harry laughed, and for a moment everything seemed normal. Unfortunately it didn't last long, and both turned their thoughts to the battle. "Do you think we'll survive?"
"I don't know," Harry answered softly. "But as long as Voldemort doesn't, it's worth it. So many people have died because of him."
"Sometimes I wish you would lie to me."
"Okay then. Everyone on the good side will live and all the bad evil guys will die. And you and I will be pictured on wizarding money for the next century." Draco laughed.
"As long as I get to be on the Galleon."
"You wish!" They continued to talk until 9, when they had to go to breakfast. As they dressed, each became aware this could be the last time they were together. They embraced, and kissed for good luck, before leaving and going their separate ways.