This is a one-shot, and it will either become a two-shot, or ill write up a sequel or something, depending on my reviews! so review!
I would also like to say that this story is dedicated to Charity! LOVE YOU!
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Harry woke up in a cold sweat, his breathing short and ragged. He tried to clear his mind of the horrible dream. Drawing his knees up to his chest he sat in his bed for a while trying to clear his mind of the awful thoughts. He had been dreaming of his god-father's death again. Once his breathing returned to normal, he quietly slipped out of his four-poster and put on his slippers and robe. He quietly tip-toed out of the room, then through the common room, exiting through the portrait hole slowly as not to wake the fat lady. He carefully walked through the castle, avoiding all the teachers and prefects as he had made his way to the great hall.
Normally he would have gone out to sit by the lake after one of these nightmares, but because of everything going on, Dumbledore had put charms on the doors leading outside. So he had found the great hall to be the best substitute he could find. Of coarse he could go to the Room of Requirement, but it held to many memories for him. He lay down on the Gryffindor table and stared up at the ceiling. Tonight was a clear night, he could see all the stars, and could even make out a couple constellations.
After laying there for a good half hour, the door opened, Harry shifted a little, he knew who it would be, but he always had to look.
"Hello Harry."
"Hey Draco."
Then, as always, Draco walked to the Slytherin table and he too lay down and looked at the ceiling. Neither said a word, neither looked at each other. Both lay on their respective tables and were caught up in their own thoughts.
This is how it had been almost all of the boy's 6th year at Hogwarts. At first they were uncomfortable with the other, but that had soon changed, and they even used first names. But only during this time in the wee hours of the morning in the great hall, other than that, the rivalry was as heated as ever.
Around five in the morning Harry got up to leave and get back in bed before anyone noticed he had snuck off. But as soon as he sat up, so did Draco. They had eye contact.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Why do you come here everyday?"
"Why do you?" Harry looked at Draco waiting for an answer, when Draco stayed silent; he got up and left without another word.
It was now mid-November. No more words had been exchanged between the two boys, apart from there normal greetings. But tonight would prove to be different. Harry always seemed to arrive first, which was true tonight as well.
"Hello Harry"
"Hey Draco"
Draco proceeded to go to his table and lay down. He looked at the ceiling, tonight it was cloudy out. No stars could be seen. They both laid there in their comfortable silence for a while.
"My parents..." Draco almost whispered.
"Pardon?"
"I come here because of my parents. And all they've done to me."
Harry realized what was going on now. Draco continued with his story, about his family, and his 'duties' that come with being a Malfoy. Harry listened the whole time, never interrupting once. When Draco was done, tears were streaming down his face. Harry wasn't sure what to do, so he got up and sat next to Malfoy and held his hand. Malfoy squeezed it, but they sat in silence for a while, until Draco tears stopped.
"But I bet your home life is just perfect. Everyone just fawns at your feet and treats you like glass, nothing less for the Golden Boy, eh?"
Harry let out a small laugh. "That is so far from the truth."
Malfoy sat up and looked at Harry quizzically. "After my parents died…" and Harry began to tell Draco of his home life, but coming to this summer was a little trickier. This summer he had been so depressed by Sirius's death, he refused to do any chores, which ended in beatings. This time it was Harry whose tears were falling.
"I had no idea Harry."
"Well, I didn't know about you and your life either."
Both had tears falling now. They looked at each other, and then Harry noticed he still had Draco's hand. He looked at their clasped hands, and Draco followed his gaze. They both looked at each other and blushed, but neither one took their hand back. Wiping there tears away; they both managed a small chuckle about the whole situation.
"Thanks for, um, listening to me Harry."
"Anytime."
Several weeks had passed, and Christmas break started tomorrow, Harry would be, once again, staying at Hogwarts, and this year Ron and Hermione would not be joining him. Not that he minded. They hadn't been the best friends they used to be. Caught up in their own love for each other, they forgot about their friend. Lately the only True friend Harry has is Draco.
Every night since they first talked, they told each other, at least one new thing the other didn't know. They had become so close, at first when something personal was revealed, just a nice pat on the back, or simply holding the others hand was how they comforted each other, but as the days went by the pats turned into shoulders to cry on, and holding hands turned into comforting hugs.
"Bye Ron, bye Hermione" Harry waved off his friends at the front door and turned around. He hadn't a sudden urge to go to the loo, but not because he had to go to the bathroom, he just had a feeling that that's where he needed to be. And as soon as he opened the door, he immediately understood, Draco was sitting on the floor, knees pulled up to his chest. Tears streaming down his face, and his left sleeve rolled up, his right hand holding a razor over the pale skin. He was shaking so bad, he couldn't cut himself.
'Thank god he didn't do it yet!' Harry rushed to Draco's side, gently took the razor out of his hand and pulled the boy into him. Draco buried himself into Harry's shoulder and cried. Harry sat there rocking him back and forth, occasionally whispering a "Shh, you're going to be okay" or an "Everything will be all right."
After an hour or so, Draco stopped crying, but they remained as they were. Once Draco's breathing was back to normal, and things were better, he pulled back and sat opposite of Harry.
"Draco?" Harry was the first to speak
"Hmm?"
"Why?"
Draco took in a deep breath. "He- He- He wants me to get the mark." A silent tear fell.
"And?"
"And I don't want it. I would rather die than get the mark, and pledge myself to… him."
"Oh Draco…" Draco gave a silent nod as another tear fell. Harry leaned forward and brushed the tear away, leaving his hand to cup Draco's cheek. Draco felt the touch and looked at Harry; he put his hand over Harry's hand. Harry gave him a small smile, and Draco returned it.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"I'm tired."
"Should I take you to your common room?"
"No, I don't want to be down there by myself."
"Should I take you to Gryffindor?"
"Is that okay?"
"No one else is there, but maybe a few younger kids."
Draco seemed to think about it for a minute until he agreed. Harry stood up, and held out his hand. Draco took it, and Harry pulled him to his feet. They walked up to the Gryffindor tower, Harry said the password, but that fat lady was too busy looking at Draco to open.
"Isn't he a Slytherin?" She asked.
"Its fine, now open up!"
The fat lady gave a look, but opened anyway, he did have the password after all. Draco was looking everywhere, as Harry pulled him through the common room to the dorms. Once getting to his room, he directed Draco to his bed. Draco took off his shoes and socks, he stripped of his robe, shirt, tie, and pants too, Draco stood there in his boxers only. Harry couldn't help but watch as the boy stripped himself of his clothes.
"So, uh, I'll be in the common room if you need me." Harry said s he was exiting the room.
"Wait!" He heard Draco call after him.
"Yeah?"
"Will you, uh, come lay with me?" Harry was surprised by this request. But Draco looked so cute and fragile and innocent. Harry sighed.
"Of coarse Draco" and then he too, stripped down to his boxers. Draco, like Harry, had a hard time looking away will the black haired boy stripped of his clothes. Harry pulled back the covers, and got in. He flipped a corner over as an invitation for Draco. Who timidly walked over and slipped into the bed. Both weren't sure what should be done. But Harry who had been aware of some feelings for Draco decided it was now or never.
Harry extended his arm up, as an invitation for Draco to snuggle up to him. Draco looked at Harry, and then to his extended arm, then to his chest, then back to Harry. He bit his lip, but in the end, scooted himself over and rested his head on Harry's well toned chest. Harry brought his arm down and brought the blonde haired boy closer to him.
Both moved and shifted a little, becoming more and more comfortable with this, and their positions. Once both boys were content and entwined with each other, they both closed their eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
"Mhmmhm" Draco mumbled into Harry's chest, trying to snuggle more into the warmth.
Harry gave a small yawn. "Morning Dray" he said while tightening his arm around Draco.
"Did you just call me Dray?"
"I think I did, yes."
Draco looked into Harry's emerald eyes and bit his lip, a cute habit of his. He stared, almost looked for something.
"What is it Dray?"
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"What is love?"
Harry looked at Draco, thinking all the things this could mean, thoughts racing; he stared into Draco's deep blue-gray eyes. Forgetting all he's been taught about what was right and what was wrong, he didn't care anymore, this was love, and he didn't care who knew it.
"This" was all he said as he leaned forward and crashed his lips onto Draco's. Shocked, Draco did nothing, until he knew that this was right, and started to kiss back. The kiss deepened, until both boys were in dire need of air. Pulling away, they stared at each other trying to catch their breath.
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"I think I love you."
"I think I love you too." With that the boys continued to kiss, before falling asleep once again, entangled with each other.
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