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A/N: I'm so sorry the last chapter wasn't the best. I feel like I rushed it a little. Also, I'd like to apologize for the long wait. Between writer's block, school, and studying for my Temps, writing hasn't been easy. Thanks to all my beautiful perfect reviewers .

Judith

Chapter Four

As If He Knows the Reasons Why

Not like you killed someone
It's not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side
Talk to Jesus Christ
As if he knows the reasons why
He did it all for you
Did it all for you
He did it all for you..

-A Perfect Circle; Judith

The blessing sunlight streamed into the private room of Draco Malfoy, striking a noticeably luminescent glow on the blonde boy's face. Harry smiled as he watched him sleep, his white gold hair a mess from a fair amount of tossing and turning, his almost invisible eyelashes fluttering every so often. In Harry's personal opinion, Draco Malfoy was truly beautiful, both inside and out. Harry smiled to himself as he cuddled closer to the taller boy. Maybe he didn't know where they stood with one another, whether they were friends, boyfriends, lovers, rivals, but at the current moment, that didn't matter. What mattered was that Harry could maybe, just maybe, take his first step in recovering.

The green-eyed boy's heart skipped a beat when Draco moved toward him, his silver eyes fluttering open just enough to greet Harry, smiling face.

"Mmm, good morning, gorgeous." the Slytherin sighed as he ran his fingers through Harry's mess of black hair. Harry's smile grew as he snuggled closer to Draco.

"Good morning. Sleep well?"

"Yeah, actually. Best sleep of my life. Um…" the blonde paused as he looked out the window. "What time is it, by the way?" Something instantly clicking in the raven haired boy's head, Harry shot up.

"Shit! I promised Seamus I'd take him to Hogsmede today. Gods, I'm such a fucking ditz."

Snow fell gently onto Seamus' winter parka, the boy's deep brown eyes focused on the blinding white of the snow as it crushed beneath his feet. He shouldn't have come today, not after what he heard and saw last night. Harry was doing something, and if Draco, the Gryffindor's mortal enemy, was trying to help him, it had to be bad. But, despite the circumstances, Seamus couldn't help but feel angry at Harry. What could he possibly tell Draco that he couldn't tell his own dorm mates? Weren't they supposed to be friends, an inseparable band of brothers and sisters? The Irish boy's head snapped up as a gentle hand fell onto his shoulder. Seamus suddenly stiffened, sensing someone coming up behind him. He silently hoped it was Harry, just so he could give him a good lashing.

"Seamus? What are you doing out here all by yourself? it's Hogsmede weekend, you know…" It was Dean Thomas, much to Seamus' chagrin.

"I know that. I was supposed to go with Potter," he spit out the name like it was acid "But he hasn't shown up yet." Dean frowned. It wasn't like Harry to break a promise, especially to someone who obviously cherished him.

"Well, Seamus, surely he has a good reason." At this, the Irish boy scoffed.

"I you consider screwing Draco Malfoy being a good excuse." he sneered, ignoring Dean little gasp. Dean placed a hand on Seamus' back, rubbing it gently as the Irish boy broke down into tears and quiet hiccups. "Why does it hurt so bad, Dean? It's not like we were anything special. Fuck, we weren't even together that way…so why? Why does it hurt?" Seamus buried his face into the crook of Dean's neck, his breath heaving. Dean just hugged him close, shushing him and telling him it would be okay.

"Harry, calm down. I'm sure Seamus will understand." Draco said as he watched Harry bounce around the room, snatching up every stray piece of his clothing he could find.

"Yeah, he'll really understand that I'm late because I overslept from a night spent with the ice-prince of Slytherin."

"Well, it sounds so raunchy when you say it." Harry rushed over and pecked Draco on the lips. "Are you coming back?"

"I'll try. I just nee to get this settled first." Harry replied as he ran for the door, now fully dressed. Draco smiled as the door slammed shut. 'Maybe Harry's getting better' he though as he rose from the bed, his weary bones cracking under the green silk pajamas. He took the pants and left Harry with the top, which the smaller so graciously took with him. No one would believe what happened last night. Despite what Draco knew people would think. Nothing raunchy happened. The boys just cuddled together, Draco caressing Harry's wrist as the raven haired boy shared all his experiences since first year. Such things would probably bore most people, but not the Slytherin prince. He laid there, listening intently, as the boy went on cautiously. He even laughed when Harry told him about the whole polyjuice incident in second year.

"Drac?" a faint knock was heard before Blaise poked his head in. "Drac, you up for Hogsmede? I need to get a few outfits." Draco shrugged and nodded. It's not like he would have anything better to do for the net hour or so anyway.

Harry couldn't find Seamus anywhere around Hogwarts, which made it safe to assume that he had left already, which really didn't surprise the boy too much. Running into Hogsmede, Harry's first stop was the florist. It would be nice to get Seamus and apology gift, and maybe a little something for Draco for saving him in his time of great need.

"Something I can door for you, Dearest?" Rhiona, a busty blonde woman, greeted him with a smile that could melt the snow on the ground. Harry smiled back.

"Yeah, you can…"

Once his business in the florist was finished, Harry ran to the Leaky Caldron, where he was sure he'd meet up with Seamus sooner or later. The boy entered the pub, hiding the flowers behind his back, and sure enough, the was the Irish lad, sitting at the bar, taking a shot. Harry crept up to him, tapped him on the shoulder, and when the boy turned around, Harry flashed a single crimson rose.

"What's this?" Seamus voice was slurred slightly, but Harry chose to ignore it.

"It's for you. To say I'm sorry about today, you know, just in case you were upset." Seamus rose, his eyes watering slightly.

"It's gonna take more than a single rose to apologize for everything you put me through, Harry P-Potter." He slurred.

"I'm sorry?"

"You know, Harry, it's one thing to stand me up, but to lead me on as well. That's just cruel!"

"Seamus, I don't-"

"Look, I heard you and Draco last night!" Harry's eyes widened. "I mean, it's okay if you two are together, but goddamn, at least let me know before you agree to meet me somewhere!"

"Seamus, if you would just listen to me…"

"No, there's nothing more to explain. Just leave me alone for a while." With that, Seamus went back to nursing his drink, Dean Thomas, who was there the entire time, wrapping an arm around him. Devastated, Harry dropped the rose on the cold floor and ran for the door.

Blaise and Draco were just leaving Hot Gimmick, a new clothing in Hogsmede, when a flash of black flew by them. Draco was damn near sure that it was his Harry, and he didn't look to pleased. In fact, he looked to be bawling. Without any sort of explanation to Blaise (he didn't feel he needed one), Draco shot off after the boy, not taking too long to catch up to him.

"Harry! Stop!" To Draco's surprise, the boy did stop, right in front of the barbed wire fence that shielded off the Shrieking Shack. The blonde stepped closer to him, wrapping him in a comforting embrace. "Harry, please, tell me what happened." Harry turned to face him, hot tears streaking his cheeks.

"It's Seamus. I-I went to the Leaky Cauldron and found him there, so I tried to talk to him and tell him I was sorry…but he completely lost it. He started going on about how I led him on and how I should have told him that you and I were together before agreeing to meet him…" he started sobbing and nuzzling his face into the taller boy's chest. "I feel so stupid. I bought his a rose and everything."

"You bought him a rose?" Draco inquired, smiling slightly as Harry nodded. The raven haired boy reached into his pocket and un-shrunk the small bouquet of white roses he bought for Draco.

"It reminds me, I got these for you, to say thank you for last night. Hopefully you won't explode on me too." Harry's voice cracked and Draco took the roses, speechless.

"No, I won't explode…but I don't want your roses either." Harry looked up at him, wide eyed. "Harry, I didn't do all that just to have you thank me and move on. I didn't do it because I'm a good Samaritan. I did it because, for the longest time, I've cared about you. Since last year and all summer you've been on my mind. There have been times I wanted to cry because I couldn't have you…you were always with those dammed friends of yours and could never get closer to you, even for a second. Harry, I don't know you enough to say I love you…" Draco pressed his lips against Harry's briefly. "But, I think I'm pretty damn close."

"Draco…."

A/N: It's late and I have a big day tomorrow and I'm tired, so I'll stop there. Click that button and review!