A/N: My friend has ordered me to finish this, because I wasn't sure if I was going to or not. So here it is! Chapter 12. I actually reread Chapter 11 and face desked right into the keyboard of my laptop because I had no flipping idea what the flipping hell I was supposed to be doing next. cries So I had to either try or remember, or create something new, I had to go with the new because my brain started malfunctioning.

Game Over

Chapter 12

Harry woke up groggily and his head throbbed, his legs wouldn't move, either that or he wouldn't move them. He wasn't sure where he was, but he knew he was freezing cold.

Had Draco betrayed his trust and sold him to the Death Eaters, or maybe his Slytherin friends? No, there was a body next to him, it felt just as cold as he and he knew that their misfortunes were not his boyfriend's fault.

"Harry, please tell me you're finally awake." Draco whispered, his voice shook and Harry groaned.

"What happened?" He asked the blonde, and sat up stiffly. He couldn't feel his feet, not good. He opened his eyes all the way and looked around. They were outside in the snow. How long had they been there? He looked over at Draco and forgot all about his stiff and sore limbs. Draco was tied up at the legs and his hands were tied behind his back. He didn't look hurt, just extremely annoyed.

Harry quickly busied himself with untying the ropes, but it was taking him longer since his fingers were numb.

"Some of my Slytherin buddies decided they didn't like us together I guess." Draco mumbled angrily under his breath, sarcasm dripped like venom from his voice. "They knocked you out and tied me up. The told me they would let the cold deal with us, and threw us out here." Draco's breath was heaving in anger, and Harry frowned a bit.

"Are you going to go on a crazy rampage and kill everyone within ten miles if I manage to untie you?" Harry asked, unsure if he should just give up and get Madam Rosmerta.

.Draco sighed and turned his head to hide a look in his eyes, "no, I won't." He finally replied. "Its just that we could've been killed if it weren't so nice out today, and if you hadn't been out for only a half hour to an hour."

"That's just enough time for us to be late getting back to the castle." Harry growled under his breath. "Why didn't you just scream for help?" He was now frustrated and knew they would've been fine if Draco had just used his voice, god forbid.

Draco seemed unphased by the question, it seemed he had considered doing just that. "Well, when I opened my mouth to do so, I couldn't." Draco snapped back and the ropes fell free of his hands. "I'll get my feet." He said when Harry reached to untie them. Harry withdrew angrily.

"And why not?" Harry asked, standing up. "Was it because your lips were too chapped?" And he started to walk away, and promptly fell.

Then Draco laughed, and Harry felt the color rising in his face. Well, atleast he could feel that...

"Why are you laughing! If you had screamed for help-"

"I couldn't because they had charmed my voice out, you dolt! Use your common sence Harry! They have wands like we do you know?" Draco replied, the laughter completely faded out of his voice.

Harry sighed and managed to stand back up to see Draco had untied his feet and was now standing himself, albeit a little shakily.

"Can we stop fighting?" Draco asked with a heavy sigh.

"I'm not sure, it just seems odd to me that they were your peers and not mine. I find it even more so odd that now you can talk again, only half an hour to an hour later!" Harry started to yell without meaning to and Draco threw his hands up in exasperation.

"Don't you remember Professor Flitwick's lesson? It was last week." Draco said, his voice did not rise at all. Harry became jealous of his self-control, and therefore his voice still remained quite loud.

"Well, obviously not, Malfoy!"

There was no angry retort, no calm explanation, only the most hurt expression Harry had seen the Slytherin wear.

'Now look at what you did, you are a dolt! The charm, don't you remember? It wears off in half an hour, exactly half an hour.'

His conscience stressed the last few words and his face softened. Sure, trust his conscious, the thing that taunted him every minute of his life, but not his boyfriend.

"Draco, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

"To call me Malfoy, to remind me of my heritage and the arses I have to live with every summer!" Now Draco was the one yelling and Harry knew he had messed up. A fight was a fight, but to call Draco by his last name now was a death sentence. It didn't just mean that he was so angry he considered him an enemy, it was that Draco's family life was not up to par, and that Harry could once again consider Draco to be in line with his father.

So Harry did not respond, he just sat there and waited for more yells to issue from Draco's mouth, but nothing happened, the snow did not fall, the wind did not howl, Draco did not speak, blink, or it seemed to even breathe.

Finally Draco just sighed, "come on." He sounded exhausted. "Lets just go up to the castle and get yelled at and get warm." Draco stumbled toward Harry and grabbed his hand.

"Are you sure you'll be okay? I really am sorry, I wasn't thinking, I-"

"It's fine, Harry." Draco smiled in reassurance, thought it was a bit shakey. "I'll be fine, I just want to get warm. People mess up sometimes."

"Yeah, but I didn't just mess up, I fucked up."

"It could've been worse." Draco laughed and they started to make their way back towards the castle. The air was still just as sweet and nice as earlier that day, but it still seemed to seep into their very cores and hollow them out as they weakly walked back to the school, leaning on eachother every step of the way.

"Potter, Malfoy!" A voice barked out at them and they jumped away from eachother like two positive side's of two magnets. It was Snape, and Harry glowered at him as he approached, Draco however smiled.

"Sev, I'm so glad we ran into you!" Draco smiled warmly but Snape did not return it.

Harry smiled, Sev. He had forgotten how close they were.

"Well, I wish we could've met on grounds, as you are no longer supposed to be here." Snape hissed angrily, "and why are you with Potter?"

"Long story short, kissing, angry Slytherin's, tied and unconscience, just woke up." Draco laughed at Snape's angry face and Harry started. Wow, it took courage to laugh at an angry Snape.

Snape seemed to soften up anyways, and Harry breathed out a sigh of relief and Snape pulled out his wand.

"Wait..." Snape hesitated. "Kissing!" And his lips curled in anger, Harry was running before he told his legs to go anywhere.

"Harry, wait! It'll be fine." Draco insisted, grabbing a hold of Harry's cloak which flew behind him. Harry choked and stumbled backwards to be next to Draco again. Snape eyed both of them and then sighed.

"Were, you and he." Snape pointed to each one in turn. Draco nodded. "You mean now you're..." Snape stopped talking and started to make motions with his hands that would've made Harry laugh if he weren't scared of being slapped.

Draco however had different ideas and laughed his ass off.

"Yes, we are," and Draco imitated the hand gestures. Snape's shoulders sagged and he sighed, then snapped back up and turned to Harry in a whirl of intimidation.

"If you hurt him, I hurt you." Snape replied calmly despite the fact he looked murderous.

Harry nodded so enthusiastically it hurt and Snape pulled a marble out of his pocket, Harry didn't dare make a snide remark about Snape having a marble. Instead, Snape said a spell and tapped it, and then told Draco and Harry to touch it. Ahhh, a portkey.

Harry felt that familiar tug at his naval and they were in the Entrance Hall, feet not so firmly planted on the ground.

"Um...Professor Snape?" Harry finally spoke.

"Yes, Potter?"

"What's our punishment?"

Draco looked at his godfather with a puppy dog expression and Snape stared hard back. Draco sighed in defeat.

"Detentions."

"Ooo! Ooo!" Draco suddenly shouted, eyebrows were raised from boyfriend and godfather alike. "You could take away Harry's pickles, I'm sure that'd make him cry." Draco pointed out happily. That way he doesn't have to spend any time with you, and you don't have to spend time with him.

Harry could've cried. "You gave him my weakness on a silver platter." He accused Draco who just smiled sweetly.

"No, I don't want his-erm-pickles." Snape said ackwardly. "Detention, you can serve it together, and thats only because you did the puppy dog face." And Snape left them there; disappearing into the dungeons.

Harry blinked after him and Draco started up the stairs. "Are you coming?"

"I could've sworn I just heard Snape say 'puppy dog face'. Am I right?" Harry asked dumbfounded.

"Ofcourse you are," Draco laughed. "Now I'm sleeping at the infirmary because I'm freezing, but I am not sharing a bed with you tonight." Draco paused and pondered a moment. "And no kissing for three days."

"What?" Harry asked in hurt.

"Well, you called me Malfoy." Draco told him simply and made his way up the stairs, waiting for Harry to catch up.

A/N: I hope that can compare to what I was going to do...Whattever that was...Anyways, hope you liked once again.