disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her.

warnings: Say bye bye to Danny. Drama. Slash.

A/N: So. I have nothing to say, because I'm feeling little sad. But please do read and review.

"Hide me!"

Harry cracked laughing, making the alcohol beverage burst out of his mouth like a shower. "Hide you? Where?" He spread his hands, pointing that the deserted front yard of the Hirches lacked good hiding places.

Danny gave him a look. "If I knew I wouldn't be asking you to do it, now, would I?"

Harry didn't bother to answer, he was too busy wiping his drink from his chin. "Who are you hiding from?"

Danny looked around cautiously before speaking. "I think Morel knows." He whispered.

"Knows what? That you've got hots for Ann?" The boys heard a giggle from the door and saw Tara Foster, Ann's best friend, and some other girl just going back inside.

"Smooth, real smooth." The brunette grunted. "You just signed my death sentence. I hope it made you happy."

"Yes, very happy." Harry assured and took a sip of his drink. "I thought you didn't like her anymore."

"I've liked her since fifth grade. I'm sorry but your charm's not that overwhelming."

"It's not? I'm hurt." Danny laughed at Harry's expression, as he was scarred for life. "So we're cool?"

"Yes, we're cool." He paused. "How about you and Draco? Are you cool? I'm getting the vibes that he doesn't quite like me."

"He's just jealous."

"I don't blame him."

Harry cocked an eyebrow. "Are you flirting with me, mister?"

"You're leaving tomorrow, it's my duty to flirt with you for the last time."

"C'mon, let's go inside." Harry grabbed Danny's arm and started to pull him back to the party.

"But what about Morel-"

"I'll protect you from his revenge, I promise, you big baby."

They went back inside where the party had reached the spot where the music was for dancing, not to cover silence. Danny saw Tara and Ann giggle and look at his way from the corner of his eye. Soon he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around and saw who else but Ann.

"Hi Danny."

"H-hi."

Harry turned around and flashed a wicked smile. "Ann, darling, you haven't seen Draco around, have you?" Danny flicked the don't-leave-me-alone-look at him but he ignored it.

"Actually I think he said that he's going outside like a second ago." She smiled and Harry thanked her and left the pair alone. He went back outside, where he had just come from and saw the blonde staring at the sky. He stepped next to him.

"Hey."

"Danny has hots for Ann?"

"You heard, huh?"

"I happened to be talking with Ann when Tara came with the big news. It was like the big thing of the year." Harry smiled and took Draco's hand. "They will see us."

"We're leaving tomorrow. What does it matter?"

"Then it probably doesn't matter if I do this?" Draco pulled Harry into his arms and pressed their lips together. And at that very moment he realized something. He loved the feeling Harry kissing back.

"You've become all soft since we first got here."

"I have not!"

"You have too!" Harry insisted. "You're all mushy and stuff."

The blonde sighed. "I think we both have changed a bit since September. For example, back then I didn't even want to shake your hand or be nice to you. And now-"

"You can't get enough of me."

"Something like that." Draco hesitated. "The first night we were here…"

"Yes?" Harry tilted his head and brushed his hair away from his face. "What about it?"

"You called someone."

The green eyed boy blushed. "Yes, yes I did."

"Who was it?"

He took a deep breath, as in he was going to get executed. "His name is Francis. He was my first."

"Your first?"

"In almost every way. My first boyfriend, my first kiss, with a boy I mean, and my first time."

"How about your first love?"

Harry looked up and their eyes met. He shook his head. "No. I've never been in love. Not until now."

Draco rested his forehead on the shorter boy's and closed his eyes. "Loving someone and being in love with someone are two completely different things."

"Maybe. But maybe I love you." Harry whispered. "And maybe I'm in love with you, too." He heard Draco exhale, but his breathing trembled. "Draco… What happens when we go back?" Inside the house started a countdown for midnight. "Do we… Will you stay with me? You promised to never leave me. You remember?" But then the countdown was over, the New Year arrived, Draco crashed his lips on Harry's and the questions received no answer.

-

Minerva McGonagall rang the doorbell of the Drury Lane 13 and waited. She received no answer of any kind and she rang the doorbell again. Still no answer. She took a key out of her pocket, opened the door and stepped in.

"Mr. Potter? Mr. Malfoy?" She called. A loud thump was heard from upstairs and a series of curse words followed. Soon Draco ran downstairs wearing only a pair of black jeans.

"Professor! W-what are you d-doing here?" He asked with a shaky voice.

"I came to take you back to Hogwarts. It's January 1st today." McGonagall replied and raised an eyebrow to the red marks all over Draco's neck and upper body. The boy quickly grabbed the long sleeved shirt which was conveniently hanging on the railing of the stairs and put it on.

"Oh, yes, of course. I'm sorry, I just woke up and we celebrated New Year last night-"

"There is no need to explain, Mr. Malfoy. I assume you have packed?"

"Y-yes, we have. I'll just go wake Harry up and we'll be ready in a minute-"

"We are not in a rush, Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall interrupted him again.

"N-no, of course not. I'll just go wake up Harry now…?" She nodded and Draco sprang back upstairs. He went to his own room and found Harry lying on the floor, naked. "What are you doing? Get up! McGonagall's here!"

Harry just smiled goofily. "Hello handsome." Then he reached to Draco's shirt and pulled his face close to his own. "That's my shirt you're wearing, handsome."

"Harry, we don't have time for this."

"What, we don't have time for amazing sex?" The black haired boy looked so innocent that Draco had a sudden urge to take him right there right now.

"N-no, we don't right now. Your head of house is downstairs waiting for us." But the words had no effect. Harry pulled Draco into a deep and passionate kiss. When Draco pulled back he noticed that he was now sitting on Harry's stomach. "Love, I'm gonna say this very slowly. Your. Head. Of. House. Is. Downstairs. Waiting. For. Us. Now pull yourself together and get dressed." Draco stood up and pulled Harry with him. Harry sighed in defeat and crawled into his own room for clothes.

When Harry put on his silver necklace, he felt someone wrapping arms around his waist. A kiss was placed on his neck. "I thought we didn't have time for this."

"We don't. I just wanted to hug you for the last time."

Harry turned around to face the blonde. "For the last time?"

Draco gave him a sad look. "We can't go on with this back in Hogwarts, you know."

"I don't wanna stop."

"Me neither, but we don't have a choice."

Harry stepped back from Draco's embrace. "Are you breaking up with me?"

"Harry-"

"Don't you harry me! You can't say that we can't continue this and expect me to be cool about it!"

Draco took the yelling teen back into his arms. "Keep your voice down, love, will you? I'm not breaking up with you, I just… I'm scared. What would everyone say if they knew? What would…"

"What would your father say?"

"Yeah." He buried his face onto Harry's shoulder. "He would kill me. Literally."

"We can keep it as a secret. Won't tell anyone. We'll make it, I promise."

"How?"

"Don't ask me so difficult questions." Harry muttered and heard a short laugh coming from the blonde. "So you're not leaving me? I will start using again, if you do."

Draco's head shot back up. "Don't you ever say that again. Do you understand me? Don't ever say that again."

"Don't leave me, then."

Draco simply kissed the other boy and smiled sadly. "I guess we'll just have to try. Come on, McGonagall's waiting for us." He turned around to leave but Harry grabbed his arm.

"Draco, I… I love you so much."

The boy in question smiled. "I love you too. Now, let's go." The boys went downstairs and found McGonagall sitting behind the kitchen table drinking tea.

"Good morning, Mr. Potter."

"Good morning, professor."

McGonagall gave a meaningful look to the marks on Harry's neck but didn't say anything about it. "Eat, boys. We have a long train ride ahead." The teens obeyed. They both took a bowl of cereals and sat down across McGonagall. "So, I see you both are still alive?"

Harry coughed and Draco blushed a little. "Yes, we are." He said.

"And that means that you can behave in public places?" Both boys nodded, Draco still blushing. McGonagall smiled. "The bathroom is upstairs, isn't it? Excuse me for a moment." The minute she left the kitchen, Draco pushed his cereals away.

"Shit, Harry, I can't do this."

"You can't do what exactly?"

"This. I can't sit here and pretend like there's nothing between us. I'm sorry, but I just can't."

Harry dropped his spoon on the floor. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I… I need to have everything or nothing. I can't have everything so-" But Draco was cut off.

"I can't believe you." Green eyed teen hissed. "I stopped using only because you told me to, and now you break up with me just because your dad can't handle the fact that his son likes boys!"

"It's not just because of him-"

"Oh yeah, sorry, I totally forgot Pansy and the gorillas. What would they ever do if they found out that the person who they worship has sex with Harry Potter?"

Draco sighed. "It's not like I enjoy doing this-" Again he was cut off by Harry. This time he was crying.

"I love you. Isn't that enough?"

The blonde felt tears coming up. He tried to fight them. "I- I'm so sorry, Harry."

Harry stood up and looked down at Draco angrily. "I went through hell for you, Malfoy." Then he ran upstairs to his room, leaving Draco sitting alone in the kitchen.

-

"Professor?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

"I was just wondering… How exactly are we supposed to catch up with all the others? I mean, we've been gone for months-"

"Oh, but you already have caught up with the others."

"We have? How?"

"With dreams and magic you can do so many things." McGonagall told with a small smile. "If you'll excuse me, I need to talk with the driver." So she left the boys alone in the compartment. Draco glanced over at the other boy. Harry was leaning on the window, staring outside but seeing nothing. He hadn't said a word after they had left Vilinburg.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I never meant this to happen." Draco whispered, not really expecting Harry to answer.

"What? You never meant to make me fall in love with you? You never meant to sleep with me?"

"I never meant to hurt you."

"You didn't have to. You had a choice. You still might."

"But, Harry, we can't."

"Why not?"

"Because they'll disown us!"

"I have no one to disown me and by what you've told me about your parents I'd say that it wouldn't change a thing if they disowned you."

"I'm not talking about our parents! What about our friends? Let's say that yours are gonna be totally cool with you being gay. What about when you tell you're dating me? You really think they're gonna welcome me with open arms?"

"You could give them a chance!"

Draco let out a bitter laugh. "Even if we gave them a chance, they would make you choose between me and them. And who would you pick, Harry? Me, a Malfoy, a slytherin, or them, the golden gryffindors who've never done a single thing wrong in their life?"

"No-"

"Yes. Trust me in this."

Harry sniffed. "You're not going to change your mind, are you?"

"You know I'd rather not do this-"

"Do I?"

Draco looked at Harry when he started to stare out of the window again. He felt something ache in his chest.

A/N: So sad. Press the 'Go'-button and make me happy again.

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