A/N: I'm writing this quickly after, in hopes to get it up sooner. Love to my reviewers. Oh, and just so you know, I don't know if this is going to effect this chapter at all, but I'm watching Titanic right now, and the music in the beginning is so sad… just so you know.
Oh, and I've noticed that quite a few of you are sad to hear my heart isn't in this, but thanks to all of my lovely reviewers, I'm getting back into this. And I'm also in the process of writing a new idea for a H/D I really like the idea and to any of you who read Only You; I'll be working on the next chapter shortly. Here you go!
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Every eye in the room was glued to the doors where Harry had just made his hasty escape. Everyone was blown away with shock at what they had just heard, well, for the exception of Hermione who was only slightly shocked to hear Harry actually confess this for all to hear.
"Professor, I think I ought to check on him. Please," Hermione asked the potion master, near begging.
Snape, though he was not fond of Harry in the least, understood how fragile the boy was, and how he was very likely to do something he'd regret. "Very well, Miss Granger. You are excused."
"No," a voice sounded in the class. All eyes were now on Draco.
"What did you say, Mr Malfoy?" Snape asked, confused.
"I said no. I'll find him," Draco replied.
"Mr Malfoy, what makes you think-"
"No, professor. Mal- Draco can go and find him, it's okay," Hermione interrupted the teacher. Snape looked to consider this for a moment, before nodding. As Draco left the room, leaving his things behind, he heard Hermione whisper, "Hurry," before the doors swung shut.
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After running as fast as he could from that dreaded potions class, Harry had nowhere to go except for his own bed. Pulling his hangings shut, the green-eyed boy laid back, staring up at the blank and crimson ceiling of his four-poster bed. He sat there to find no tears left to form in his eyes, though they were unfocused, and dazed.
As though out of sheer habit, Harry reached behind him, wielding his knife. The emerald-eyed Gryffindor took a deep breath, tightening his grip on the handle, knowing.
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As Draco heard the doors swing shut he looked around, though he knew Harry would be long gone. Draco ran his hands through his hair, neither thinking nor caring that he was messing his hair. His only thought was to find Harry before it was too late.
But where was the gorgeous Gryffindor now? Draco wracked his brain for some place that he may be, but Hogwarts was an impeccably large castle. The blonde dropped his hands from his head and ran to the Entrance Hall, deciding that he would start from there.
"Slow down, lad." Draco heard a voice behind him as he turned into the Entrance Hall. The blonde slowed to a stop, whipping his head to see his follower, the Gryffindor ghost.
"Look, I can't talk. I have to find Harry. Now," Draco told him impatiently, though politely.
"As in Harry Potter?" Draco nodded slowly. "I saw him not too long ago, racing towards the Gryffindor dormitory."
Before he could even thank Nearly-Headless Nick, Draco was off once more, though this time he knew where he was headed. But in the Slytherin's haste retreat, he forgot that he was neither a Gryffindor, nor did he know their password.
After he got to the portrait of a rather large lady in a pink dress, the blonde took a few deep gulps of air to steady his breath. "Let me pass, please."
The great lady in the painting eyed Draco with distrust, before making her reply. "If you do not have the password, you shall not enter."
Draco cursed loudly; he knew it wasn't going to be that easy. "Please, Miss. Harry left potions early due to certain… personal circumstances, and he could be in danger to himself."
"I know who you are, Mr Malfoy, as well as the nature of yours and Mr Potter's relationship. Therefore I cannot let you pass." The Fat Lady's voice was cold and stiff.
"I understand that what you have heard would provoke you to prevent my admittance. But if you don't let me in I… I'll just have to take it up with Dumbledore. I'm Head Boy and am well within my rights to enter the Gryffindor tower."
The Fat Lady looked to be considering this for a moment, before she gave an exasperated sigh. "Very well," she mumbled in annoyance, swinging open slowly. Not wasting any time, the blonde Slytherin hurried in.
Wow, he thought. It looks so warm here, unlike the cold depths of the dungeons. But Draco didn't dwell on the thought; he needed to find Harry. Draco ran up the staircase on the right hand side, only to find himself sliding downward. Typical Gryffindor, to not allow boys up to the girls' dorms. Draco would have smirked, had he not been so worried.
After his defeated attempt up the right staircase, the blonde used his oh so Slytherin cunning to figure out to use the staircase to the left. Draco all but leapt up the stairs until he came to the door of the seventh year Gryffindor boys. Wrenching open the dark door, Draco bustled inside.
There were five four-poster beds arranged around the room, the colors of gold and red clashing throughout the room. But Draco took little heed of the countless conflicting colors, instead staring intently on the only bed with its hangings drawn close. The blonde took in a deep breath, before slowly drawing back the hangings.
A sigh of relieve washed over Draco when he saw Harry sitting there, unharmed. Harry didn't look up, instead twirling Sirius' knife in his hands slowly. "'Lo, Draco," Harry greeted the boy before him with no particular tone. "Why are you here and how did you find me so fast?"
Draco wanted to sit on Harry's bed, his legs tired from running, but he didn't. "I- we- er," Draco stammered. "Well, Hermione was worried about you, what you could be doing all alone…"
Harry lifted his head to meet Draco's silver eyes. "Just Hermione?" he asked quietly.
"No," Draco admitted just as quietly. He had still not quite forgiven Harry for his behaviour before, what with the kiss-and-runs, but he was nonetheless concerned about the sodding Gryffindor.
They sat there in silence until the Slytherin boy could no longer bear it. "So…" Harry remained silent. "Po- Harry. Say something."
He looked over, hearing Harry sigh. "What is there possibly left for me to say, Draco? I've humiliated myself, and probably have disgraced most of the witches and wizards in our world. I can just see the Prophet headlines now; The Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-Gay… Potter: Saviour or Pouf?… Why is my life never simple?"
Draco favoured Harry a look of sympathy. "I know things seem rough now, but things will get simpler after the Dark Lord is gone."
"If I even survive that long," Harry admitted. "It's up to me. Only one of us can go on. And I- I'm scared, Draco," he added in a whisper.
Draco looked over to find that the raven-haired boy hugging his knees close to his chest, face buried in his arms. Slytherin though he may be, something inside Draco hurt at the sight of the other in such distress. Without hesitation, he moved over to where Harry was, sitting on his bed, and pulled him into a tight embrace.
Harry looked up in surprise, his shining emerald eyes locking with Draco's brilliant silver ones. With the intensity of the gaze between them, both wanted to look away. But they couldn't. Instead they took each other's features in, basking in them; capturing them.
Silver eyes swept over Harry's every feature, while emerald eyes explored his. Draco's eyes soon rested on perfect, pink lips that just looked so luscious and tempting. He could, too, see that the Gryffindor wanted to kiss him as well, but just as they were only inches apart Draco turned away.
"I… I can't, Harry. It hurts too much to see you run away after," Draco explained, morosely.
Harry, though, grabbed the blonde's hand with his own, using his other to pull Draco's head to face his. "I'm not going anywhere," he quietly promised. And with that, he closed the distance between them, his perfectly pink lips capturing Draco's.
The Slytherin wasted no time in responding, kissing Harry back eagerly, but sweetly, running his tongue along the raven-haired boy's bottom lip and eliciting a whimper from his luscious lips. Eyes closed, tongue met tongue, beginning in a duel of flicking and swirling.
Hands found their way to Draco's soft, golden locks, his own hands coming around Harry's neck, pulling their faces, mouths, closer together. Only to pull Draco down onto a moan, Harry wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him down on top of him. Their kisses heated up, both keen on tasting every inch of the other's mouth.
With the closeness of their bodies, it was no time before the adolescents were quite aroused. It took even less time for them each to notice this, their erections hard against the other's thigh. Draco let loose a moan when Harry began to slowly grind himself against him.
Nipping at Harry's lips briefly, Draco pulled back, a smile dancing across his face, gazing into eyes the most brilliant shade of green. "Mmmm, nice," Draco all but purred.
"I'll say," Harry's husky voice replied.
"I see you're still here," Draco commented, smiling more.
"I keep my promises," Harry replied with such innocence that Draco thought he's never seen or heard anything, or one, so sweet.
To Harry's dislike, Draco moved off of Harry, but only to lie beside him, one hand wandering his messy hair, looking ghostly pale compared to the Gryffindor's ebony tresses. Merlin, don't stop, Harry thought. And Draco didn't.
They laid there, eyes fixed upon each other, for what seemed like an eternity, before noises from downstairs brought them out of their reverie. "Potions must be out. We'd better go see what's happening." But Draco didn't move a muscle. Well, okay, unless you count his mouth and pounding heart.
"Yes," Harry agreed morosely. "Perhaps we'd better." He too didn't move.
So the two sat there still, unmoving,
That is, until they heard the sound of hurried footsteps towards the room. Both boys got up quickly from the bed, Draco moving back until he was leaning against Harry's bedpost, trying desperately to look casual. Before either could mention to the other that their hair made it look like they had been thoroughly shagged, the door burst open.
"Oh Harry!" Hermione squealed, knocking Harry onto his bed with a ferocious hug, before getting up and straightening her robes. "Thank Merlin you are all right. M- Draco found you then? Good. I was so worried you'd break your promise to me and contemplate mutilating yourself again."
Harry held out his arms for Hermione to check for herself that he had indeed not done a thing to harm himself. "A promise is a promise, 'Mione. See? No marks."
Hermione smiled at him fondly, until the shine of Sirius' knife caught her eye. She frowned at the knife that lay abandoned on his unkempt bed, evil-eyeing it, before turning her glare to Harry. "No marks on your arms, eh? Where are the marks then? Harry James Potter-"
"Calm down Hermione," Harry interrupted the ranting girl, his voice raised to overlap the silly girl's. "I keep my promises. You should know that. I'd never betray your trust. You know I can't lie to you."
"Then what exactly is your knife doing out on your bed?"
"When I arrived he was merely twirling it in his hands, Granger," Draco spoke up, slightly annoyed at the bushy-haired girl for not believing Harry. The Gryffindor boy nodded.
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry, Harry. It'd just… I only thought, considering what you had confessed… well… I was just so worried, you know. Sorry," Hermione said sheepishly.
"That's all right, Hermione. I know you're just being a friend, so thanks," Harry replied the girl. "So, what was the general opinion on what I admitted to? Are people disgusted and horrified that the saviour of our wizarding world is gay?"
Hermione looked slightly hesitant. "Well, word certainly does travel fast around this school," she started. "From what I understand, the Gryffindors are pretty much all okay with it, which can be expected what with us all accepting Seamus' sexuality. The Hufflepuffs are accepting of it as well, I think. Ravenclaw is mostly okay with it, though there are still the few linked to Slytherin who don't approve. Which brings me to them." She paused a moment to glance at Draco, before continuing. "Some Slytherins, believe it or not, are okay with it. Most, however, think it's rather funny, or disgusting, or whatever. But don't let them get to you."
"I'll talk to them, Harry. I'll make sure they don't hex you because of this. They'll listen to me. They know better than not to," Draco offered.
"Thanks, Draco," Harry smiled at the blonde, though he wasn't so sure of what her could do, considering what he was and all. "Well, I think I'm going to take a shower, he turned to leave when he felt hands stop him."
"Harry," Hermione gave him a stern look. "You have to eat something. What about dinner?"
"I'll get something later, Hermione. From the kitchens." When the girl scowled slightly at the thought of him making the house-elves do more than they were already burdened with, Harry sighed. "They like their job, I don't know when you are going to see that for yourself." He was going to leave again, when a thought occurred to him. "Hey, can I talk to Draco alone, 'Mione?"
Giving them a knowing look, Hermione answered his request by walking out of room, closing the door with a click. Harry rounded on Draco.
"I'm not running away, I hope you know. I just, er, have some things to do... and such," Harry blushed.
Draco grinned. "Oh that's quite all right, I understand. I really have some things to do as well," he smirked, walking over to Harry and planting a kiss on those delectable lips. "Mmm. So then," he said as he pulled away, "can I meet you later? Perhaps at the kitchens?"
Harry smiled. "Sounds good to me. Let's say, uh, eight o'clock outside the portrait entrance?"
"I'll be there." Draco kissed Harry again, this time for a few heated minutes, before pulling away. "Bye," he bid farewell to the dark-haired boy. He stopped just before shutting the door. "Have fun," With a wink and the click of the door, Draco was gone, leaving Harry to attend to certain pressing matters in the privacy of the showers.
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A/N: Wow. Sorry that took so long to get up… And wouldn't you know? The power went out, and I hadn't saved… so I had to re-write lots. -sigh- I hope you all enjoy. Yay for Harry/Draco ishness. XDDDDDD Ta.