A/N I ignored my teachers for almost two hours as I wrote the beginning of this chapter. I hope you readers like it. Read / Review, please.-

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Chapter 5. Doesn't Matter

Harry raced down to the Infirmary, preying that he would make it in time. As he came around the corner, and through the door, he nearly slammed into a harrassed-looking Poppie Pomfrey.

"Potter, what do you think you're doing?" She shrieked, he voice shrill and vicious.

"Where's Draco? Draco Malfoy?" Harry asked her, ignoring her alarming tone. He bent over, still looking at Mrs. Pomfrey, with his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

"He isn't here, Potter." She said severely, arranging the clean, white, fluffy towels she was carrying.

"You let him go!" Harry exploded. He didn't care what happened, as long as he could find Draco, and in perfect health.

"No, Potter! He left without my say-so!" She yelled back, much to Harry's surprise.

Harry's insides froze, his heart ceased beating: Draco had already gone, he'd never see him.. ever. "..Oh" He said, it was all he thought he could say, his vocal cords were being iced together, about to become icicles. He had to move, to un-freeze his body. He rocketed down the hallway, Mrs. Pomfrey screaming at him the entire way down the corridor, until he took a sharp corner, hitting his shoulder hard. He probably would have yelped, or cried out, but he didn't make a sound, he had to keep moving.

He arrived at Dumbledore's office in several minutes of sprinting blindly through the corridors. After yelling the password at the two, still bickering, gargoyles, he grasped the large handle, and pulled open the door to Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was standing, his back to Harry, reading a book with Fawkes on his shoulder. "Hello, Harry." He said, turning around, and finally facing him.

"Um, Professor Dumbledore, I need to ask a favour." Harry said, trying to talk normally. He was finding it hard, his lungs were surely splitting, and his side seperating itself from Harry's rib cage.

"And what would that favour be, Harry?" The Headmaster asked, taking a seat behind his desk, Fawkes still sitting on his shoulder peacefully.

"I.. I need to go to Draco's Parent's funeral." Harry said, looking into Dumbledore's face hopefully.

"I know, Harry." Harry's heart soared, he'd be going to the funeral, and he'd be able to see Draco. "Come here." Dumbledore closed the book he had been reading, and tapped it with his wand. The book quivered slightly, overcome with a bright blue light. After the light subsided, Harry looked at the book, which had been turned into a portkey. Dumbledore gave Harry a brisk nod, which Harry understood to be, "Go on." He grabbed the book, and felt the familiar jerk behind his navel, and he closed his eyes.

His feet returning to terra firma, Harry set off, around Malfoy Mansion, running again. He cursed as he finally ran into someone, who cursed just as loudly, as they fell to the ground.

"Potter!" Draco yelled, "Why are you on my property?"

"Draco.. I'm sorry.. I just.. We need to talk." Harry said, his eyes nearly welling with tears. Draco had to understand, there was no other option.

"I don't want to talk to you." Draco sneered, "I'm done, there's no more us. I don't need you anymore." Oh shit, Harry.. no, don't cry.. shit. Draco looked at the Gryffindor infront of him, as he lost control. Harry's eyes watered, and the tears began to fall. He didn't try and stop them, he turned away from Draco, and walked back the way he had come. Draco wanted so much to run up to Harry, to hug him, to kiss him, to make sure he was alright; but of course, Malfoys aren't gay.

"We are gathered here today, to bear our goodbyes, as this terrible burden of death sweeps over us.." The preacher started. Draco looked at him, hardly able to deal with Harry, let alone his parents' death at the same time. Whipping his head back, to watch Harry walk, Draco's eyes widened: Harry wasn't there.

"..Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy passed on, leaving behind their only son, Draco Malfoy .."

Draco stood, he couldn't do this. He turned, and walked away from the preacher, his family, and his parents' friends. Heads turned and watched Draco, as he walked from the scene, whispers ran through the rows. Yeah, fuck you too. Turn back around. Don't look at me. Draco thought, he could feel their piercing glares, their knowing grimaces. Yeah, that's right. The only born son of Lucious is a fucking GAY! He clenched his fists, nearly ready to give the lot of them what they deserved. He bit his lip, and ran in Harry's footsteps.

He walked around the garden, and around the large fountain, that was infront of the mansion, but he still couldn't find Harry. He'd thought that he had seen a glimpse of the Golden Boy, but it had turned out to be a cat stalking underneath some bushes. He found a bench, near the large fountain, and sat down on it, his head in his hands. This was too much. Much too much for Draco. Tears snuck up on Draco, and he gripped his hair, wishing for this whole thing to be over. To have Harry back in his arms, for his mother and father to be alive again. He cried harder, thinking of them. He missed them already, and he had never gotten to say goodbye, he dwelled in his thoughts, from Harry, to school. How could he have let everything happen this way? Why was he so difficult all the time? Because he was a Malfoy. He coughed, and wiped his eyes, which immediately teared up again. He hated his title, he hated his father, for making him this way, yet he felt like his heart, was being split inhalf. One for Harry, and one for his deceased father.

But who would he choose? How could he choose, between Harry and Lucius. His father, who had given him everything he had wanted, who had given him the best of everything, or Harry, whom he loved, and who took care of him when he needed it? To live up to his name, Malfoy. To follow in his father's footsteps, of greed, money, and Death Eaters. Or to stay with Harry, and abandon his name, and ruin the Malfoy line? The choice was there, Draco knew what it was, and he cried harder.

Harry looked around a bush, and found Draco, sobbing silently by himself. He walked up to him, not making a sound. "Draco..?" He pleaded, "I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.." He said, over and over. Draco didn't look at Harry, but slid over on the bench, leaving enough room for someone to sit. Harry sat obediently, and looked at Draco. He was lost for words, it seemed that he'd said everything that needed to be said, until he looked at Draco more closely, he was lonely, he had no one. He has me, Harry thought. "I love you, Draco." He whispered, and he wrapped his arms around Draco, holding him tightly. He wasn't shoved away, he wasn't told off, Draco moved, and hugged Harry, crying onto his shoulder.

"I- I'm so- sorry, Harr-y.." He stuttered, holding onto Harry. "I- I did- didn't.. I- I'll never-.."

"Shhh.." Harry whispered, "It's okay.." He comforted.

After a few moments of their embrace, Draco let go of Harry, and wiped his eyes. "Can we go back to Hogwarts?" He asked Harry, not wanting to face Snape at this moment.

"Of course." Harry said, getting up from the bench they were on. He knew that there was another portkey here, so he could get back, he just had to find it first. "Look for a black quill." He told Draco, searching the ground himself.

"Why?" Draco asked, watching Harry look around on the ground.

"Portkey."

"Oh." Draco looked down at the fround infront of him, and saw the edge of a black feather squashed under his foot. "Found it."

Harry turned to look at Draco, and then looked down at the ground, grinning inspite himself. "Marvelous." He said, as he picked up the smashed quill. He looked at his watch, they only had exactly ten seconds before it would be useful. "Take hold." Harry said, holding the quill out to Draco, he grabbed the other end. They waited for a few seconds, which flew by at top speed, and they were transported back to the Wizarding School. "Welcome home, Draco." He said, hugging he Slytherin again.

"And you, Harry." Draco said, kissing Harry on the cheek.

The two boyfriends walked up to Gryffindor tower, hand in hand. It was a Friday night, and the Common Room was packed. The Fat Lady permitted the boys, giving them an odd look, and they walked inside. Gryffindors off all years fell equally silent, as Harry and Draco walked towards the boys' dormitory staircase.

"Whoa.."

"Dude, what the fuck?"

"Draco's in here again.." Someone nudged the clueless Gryffindor, and pointed at Harry.

Everyone fell silent, and looked at Harry for a response.

"Err.. Draco and I are going out..?" He said uncertainly, Draco shifted his feet uncomfortably.

"Homo's.."

"The Golden Boy, with Draco.."

"Wait, I'll write to the Daily Prophet.."

"Oh, SHUT UP!" someone yelled, and everyone stopped bickering immediately.

Harry smiled, and pulled Draco up the stairs by the hand. "Ignore it, that's what they do," He said, "To everyone." Draco returned Harry's smile as he added the last part, it made him feel needed, to be a part of this new experience with Harry. The boyfriends reached the landing, Ron Weasley bumping shoulders with Harry, who was heading the opposite direction.

"Sorry." He muttered, the look in his eyes pure disgust. Ron continued on his way, shaking his head. "Can you believe--!" He said angrily to who Draco guessed to be Hermione Granger, but he didn't care. They weren't perstering Harry with it, so it wasn't a problem.

"He'll get used to it." Harry assured, pulling off his shirt, and tossing it on the floor.

"Oh." Draco replyed nervously, looked at Harry's naked chest. It was muscular, but he didn't have a six pack, like Draco himself did. He grinned, and watched Harry more intently. Harry closed the distance between himself and Draco, and caressed his cheek.

"Are you alright?" He asked, wrapping his arms around the Slytherin.

"Yeah, I'm great." said Draco. Harry nodded slowly, and ran his fingers through Draco's hair.

Harry gave Draco a look that said "don't lie to me", Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm fine, REALLY." He said, looking into Harry's deep emerald eyes. Sighing, Draco confessed, "Alright.." He said quietly, "I just.. I don't know how to thank you, for what you did."

"Thank me? For what..?" Harry asked, all of his attention now on Draco.

"For saving me from my father," Draco said, looking relieved, "He had such deep control over me, even though he's dead. He would stalk me in my dreams, call my name through the wind, scream at me through my own reflection. But then you came, to the funeral, I'd given up, and given in to my dad and his name. 'You are a Malfoy. Malfoys are not charity, Malfoys get what they want, Malfoys are not blood traitors, Malfoys are not gay, Malfoys, Malfoys, Malfoys.. The list goes on, of everything that Malfoys weren't. And I was depressed, my parents were taken from me, and I lost you. But you didn't care, you didn't care who I was, or who my father was." Draco said, tears in his eyes. "Harry, I don't know where I'd be without you."

Harry remained silent, thinking about what Draco had just said, and it made sense. It fit with everything that had happened, and Draco's actions. Harry's mind quieted, and Draco cleared his throat.

"Harry, I love you."

Fin

-A/N Yes everyone, that's the end to this story. I hope the ending was alright, I was at an utter loss for another chapter. Please Review, so when I write another story, I can make it better, based on what went well on this story, and what didn't. Thankyou everyone that Reviewed!-