A/N: This is another depressing chapter, but I'm going to try and pick the mood up a bit in the next chapter, add some humour. This is just another bridge chapter I'm thinking to get back on track to the storyline. It's still probably going to be one of my favorites.

Game Over

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As school started to pick up again Hermione covered for Harry so he could be around Draco more. Draco seemed to be ignoring the night he got back, but it was all Harry could ever think about. Draco had told him the scars would always heal over eventually. His father always hated imperfections, so he would get Draco metical attention for the scars and they would dissapear too.

It all made Harry feel even worse that his suspicions were true, but Draco made sure that Harry didn't get on the downside. He kept smiling at him during Potions and laughing and kissing him passionately, trying to keep Harry distracted until one night Harry couldn't take it anymore.

The two had been laying there on the bed in the Room of Requirement for hours, just cuddling and sometimes drifting in and out of sleep. Harry was spooning Draco who's eyes were closed lightly, his eyelashes gently resting on his cheeks.

It was then that Draco turned around and started to kiss Harry front on, reaching down to his pants and starting to unbuckle them.

"Wow, wow, wow!" Harry scampered back up the bed, buttoning and zipping up his blue jeans. Draco just smiled innocently and went back to cuddling against Harry's chest. The black haired boy sat there stupidly for awhile before sticking his hand up the back of Draco's shirt and rubbing it comfortingly.

He hadn't realized he had rubbed the wrong way.

"Harry..." Draco gritted his teeth and pulled the other boy's hand out from under his shirt. "Don't."

"Don't what? I was just rubbing your back." Harry replied dubiously, not sure how he had upset Draco.

"I don't like my bare skin on my back being touched," Draco replied coldly, and Harry blinked at him.

"You mean your scars." He stated.

Draco made an aggravated noise and crawled off the bed, grumpily throwing himself down on a window that appeared out of nowhere upon him wanting to see the moon. Harry sighed but did not move, feeling the distance Draco had made between them was there for a reason.

"I'm tired of this you know." Harry finally spoke, and the blonde turned his head to look at him in confusion. "I'm tired of you distancing me from your problems, which I could fix." He sat up; resting his feet on the floor. "You haven't actually told me the extent of what happens, or even a little bit. You've just told me your father does things to you, and that he cures them because he's afraid of imperfection."

No reply came from Draco who just looked back out the window at the moon and the stars, stretching out across the sky like a fuzzy blanket. He pressed his forehead against the window pane; feeling the cold against his head made him relax and he slumped against it.

Meanwhile Harry waited for an answer.

"Draco, why don't you say something." Harry asked in concern, thinking maybe he had hitten a tender spot in his boyfriend.

"What do you want me to say?" He asked weakly, and Harry senced he was too tired for this, but he pushed hoping it would get him one step up against him. It made him feel bad he wanted that step up, but he needed an advantage against the strong walls built around Draco.

Harry stood and made his way over to Draco, leaning against the wall next to the window. "I want you to tell me what he does to you."

Draco laughed hard, sardonically, coldly. Harry was suprised to hear it come out of the teenager, it was odd to have known the new Draco and hear that memory of the cruel one emit from his mouth. "Like I would tell you that, that my Harry is personal."

It was dumbfounding to Harry that something personal like that couldn't be told to a person's boyfriend. It was going to get dirty and Harry knew it, he kept his stance against the wall and stared at Draco, who did not return eye contact.

"If it's personal I have every right to know." Harry said angrily, and Draco senced that it was going to get cruel too.

"It's not something I just tell people, alright?" Draco asked. "It took me three years to tell anyone in my house about it, even Pancy." Draco paused; glowering. "And you expect me to tell you within half a year?"

Harry was dumbfounded, he hadn't known that Draco had waited three years to tell anyone at the school, but that didn't get him backing down. "So, Draco, I'm just like everyone else in the school to you? I'm not your boyfriend?"

"Pancy was my girlfriend."

"Yes, but you weren't in love, were you?" Harry snapped back.

"Are you telling me you're in love with me?" Draco asked mockingly, not willing to tell Harry that he had loved Pancy.

"Yes."

The mocking dissapeared from Draco's face replaced by something Harry couldn't realize. Relief, fear? There was no evidence of either, but it was filled with it all at once.

"Harry, we've only been going out for half a year." Draco yelled indignantly. "You can't just give your heart away in that amount of time."

"Yes, you can!" Harry returned. "You can't help how long it takes you to fall, okay? It took my mum forever, it took my father five minutes, it took me six years to realize my love for you." Harry was shouting himself hoarse while Draco seemed to be seething.

"Fine!" Draco screeched, exploding. "He rapes me, okay? He beats me! Do you want details of that, do you Harry!" Draco screamed hysterically, turning and running to the door. Harry stood rooted to the spot before sprinting after him, catching him harshly.

Harry held Draco there, against the door to keep him for leaving, while Draco was threatening to fall off the edge and break down again. Harry vowed to wait for him to break and then hold him, and stroke back his hair, battling to keep back his own tears. Still there he was crying, while Draco put up a bigger fight against it than him. Maybe it was because he had cried enough and didn't want to anymore.

Finally what seemed like hours later Draco whimpered and collapsed into Harry's arms like a broken toy, and Harry kept his promise, stroking back his hair, holding him, crying for him.

"Harry, if you hadn't listened to me before Draco would be in a worse state right now than he is. Now that you know he seems a lot happier, doesn't he?" Hermione had asked him, trying to persuade him to telling the Headmaster.

"I can't betray Draco like that. I can't tell Dumbledore," Harry stated firmly, "and don't you even try pickles."

"I wasn't going to, this is different." Hermione snapped, sitting back.

"What are you two talking about?" Ron asked, coming down from the boys dorm finally on a Saturday morning. "Did I hear the name Draco?"

Hermione and Harry looked at eachother and Hermione looked back at him. Neither of them thought he would be down so early in the morning, and neither of them knew what storyline they could come up with that the other wouldn't mess up.

The two had satten in silence too long and Ron looked at them both in confusion, "what are you hiding?" He looked at Harry long and hard, completely ignoring Hermione. "What aren't you telling me?"

'Tell him too, bugger.'

Wondering if is conscience was correct Harry looked down at his homework, biting his lip. What would Ron say to who he was dating, would he understand or would he explode into a thousand million little pieces that would eventually crumble to nothing.

"Harry!" Ron demanded.

"I'mgoingoutwithDracoMalfoy." Harry stated in a rush, fleeing up to the dorms without another word. Hermione stared after him and stood to go to Ron.

"What did he say?" He asked in absolute confusion, Hermione laughed. "No, seriously, I just heard Draco Malfoy again." He grumbled as her arms encircled around his waist. He looked down at her and smiled before laying a gentle kiss on her lips.

"He said he was going out with Draco Malfoy," Hermione stated after he pulled away.

"WHAT!"