Title: Speak to me

Setting: Seventh Year, Hogwarts

Rating: R- Slash, violence?

Disclaimer: Don't own HP

Summary: Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort. But his victory had major consequences. One being the fact that Harry has totally shut himself away from any contact with anyone. No one can help. No one, that is, except a certain Slytherin enemy. (Slash HP/DM!)

Authors Notes: Oh, you guys are amazing. You totally built my confidence in this story (Not to long ago, I wasn't sure anyone liked it, and was giving up...) and your reviews are very sweet and incredibly flattering!

This chapter was a hard one... I mean, I seriously couldn't pick a point to begin at. Starting right after the kiss would have been boring, believe me, nothing else happened, haha. But starting way after the kiss was too confusing. I've started the 'morning after' so many times that It's starting to become to repetitive, in my opinion. It gets annoying having to explain the sunlight over and over again. So, I took the next best thing. I've decided to start approximately ten day's later (it'll be more exciting that way) when the students are due to come home from the break.

Well, that's all. Please enjoy what my clumsy mind offers.

Chapter Ten: Alone

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Reluctantly, a soft pale hand rose to pick up a stray shirt off the floor, throwing it into a pile with all the other clothes neatly. With an uneasy glance, the Slytherin looked towards Harry who had a slight frown on his gentle face.

The room opened with a small click and Draco turned around, his arm suspended slightly in mid-air as he held on loosley to another piece of clothing, dangling it ontop of his, now quite large, pile. His eyes held onto the image of Dumbledore for a few minutes before he opened his mouth to reply.

"Good Morning, Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore said smiling, his words cutting Draco off.

Draco only nodded a slight hello before turning back around, his eyes lifting slightly to look at Harry who had turned the the professor quickly, a soft shine of recognisation going through his eyes.

"Harry." Dumbledore acknowleged softly, his eyes showing a slight concern. "I'm sure your stay was comfortable?"

The raven-haired boy nodded, a flicker of emotion trailing itself past his delicate face. Draco couldn't help but feel his spirits rise knowing that Harry trusted him enough to speak to him, which obviously wasn't the case with Dumbledore. However, he was proved wrong merely seconds after the thought crossed his mind.

"It was fine." He murmmured, his eyes sweeping towards Draco with a look of worry.

Dumbledore hardly looked surprised and Draco silently came to the conclusion that the two had talked before. He felt his stomach sink slightly before raising his eyes to meet those of Dumbledore's.

"When do the students arrive?" He asked soundly, an uncomfortable silence being disrupted and a soft sound of dread ringing through Draco's words.

"In an hour or so." Dumbledore said softly, his eyes taking in their surroundings. Draco was very sure he knew of his relationship with the messy-haired Gryffindor.

But obviously didn't completely understand it... Draco hardly had that pleasure. All he knew was that after many soft, only slightly sensual touches and smooth, slow kisses that made his insides flutter, he had started to grow strong feelings for the boy. Stronger than anything he had ever felt. Something beyond the rage he had felt when his father had died but something so sweet it made him smile, something he found he did much more over the past few days with Harry.

As the end of their secluded stay together neared, Draco felt a sudden jolt of sickness come over him. It would be barely easy to keep up the confusing relationship he shared with the other boy... The Slytherin's would surely disapprove of Harry and he knew Granger and Weasley would take it even worse than the Slytherins.

Harry, he knew however, wasn't fearful of what his friends might think... but more depressed at the thought of staying so far away from the blonde. Their dormitories would be on opposite sides of the castle and the mere thought of not having Draco's smooth voice consoling him and soft hands stroking his forehead as he had a nightmare was making his chest clench with distress.

When Dumbledore had finally instructed them of leaving their possessions for the house elves and going to the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry's eyes widened. Dumbledore softly patted the boy's back and gave an encouraging smile before leaving, having many welcome back duties to attened to. In fact, Draco was amazed that he had even come that morning... It was evident he cared for Harry more than a father could for his son.

Harry sat on his bed slowly, a petrified gaze on his face.With one swift movement, he found himself being softly petted, hesitantly yes, but petted all the same. Draco let his soft fingers run Harry's silky hair as he let his face near the boy's ear.

The intimate touch was something new as both boys were still clumsy at showing their affection. Draco hardly initiated kisses as much as he would have liked to and Harry was too fearful of loosing Draco if he became to dependant. Sometimes, Harry wouldn't even talk to Draco, and Draco would miss the slightly hoarse vocals of his roomate, though knowing that what they shared was still uncomfortable even if it was something they both wanted completely.

The blonde let his lips form soft kisses along Harry's ear before trailing them towards his mouth, leaving a stunned but appreiciative Gryffindor staring back at him. With a slow, easy movement, Harry's hands were feathering across Draco's shoulders as he let his own ghost down the Gryffindor's sides.

Soft breathing erupted as their kiss broke. Harry's eyes were partly closed and Draco let his hand resume to petting the luscious black hair that hung over the hidden orbs. Softly leaning into the touch, Harry turned his head so that it was leaning on the other boy in a very close embrace.

They stayed like that for a while, both soaking selfishly into the care the other was emitting, both trying to feel as much as they could. Feeling was something he scarcely did, and Draco was finding it hard to stop.

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Something sweet lingered in the air as Draco's day continued, though, he felt himself slightly feeling bitter towards it. As the Slytherin lay on his bed comfortably he heard the silence of his room perfectly. In fact, it was so silent Draco found it hard to breath.

The warm tingle on his skin was evidence that Harry's precious body had been so close to his own. He remembered his arms hesitantly returning the embrace, shyly bringing the boy closer to him. If it hadn't been for the fact that Draco had to return to the Great Hall, for the first time in days, he would have stayed on the cushiony bed forever, simply letting himself fall deeper within the trap in which he was already caught.

However, Draco felt the sweetness turn sour as he thought more and more about Harry. They lived in different worlds, two different people living with two different settings. He longed to be with Harry so much, in fact, that he felt the small whole in his soul that had been created in the first years of his life grow slightly, causing soft pains to fly through his chest. Creating overwhelming feelings of lonleyness to creep up on him when he least expected it.

Now that he had experienced affection and compassion from someone he admitted to caring deeply about, he felt himself surge with need and felt vulnerable. Leaving Harry and knowing that he wasn't to return to that beautiful room back to that beautiful face was like living his death. He wished he could have stayed forever in the isolated room with the yearning boy. The boy who needed his love as much as, if not more than, Draco needed his.

He wished he could wake up to the sounds of Harry's soft breathing in the middle of the night, and find one of those wide smiles on his face.

But, that was not the case. Not long after Dumbledore had left, Draco had dragged himself to the Great Hall, barely missing the disappointed gaze he had gotten from Harry. Throughout all of breakfast, the Slytherin watched as Harry's eyes, sometimes catching his own, would stare dismissively at his food.

Draco secretly wished he could sit down with Harry, slowly convincing the skeptical boy to take a few bites of food. Everytime he did, Draco would swell with pride and make the boy eat more, until he almost had a flush about his cheeks. Though, it disappeared almost right after, it had still been there and Draco would find himself longing to see the healthy stides of the boy once more.

Once Granger and Weasley had seated themselves next to Harry, Draco was almost relieved. The boy looked at them, a soft joy erupting in his clouded eyes, as they hugged him affectionately.

Draco closed his eyes breifly, wondering why Harry refused to remember. He couldn't help ask himself why Harry didn't want to remember his caring friends, even when seeing them cry over him. Even though Draco knew remembering would bring back all past hatred, in Harry's case at least, he couldn't help but remember Snape's words.

I believe Harry's heart would be at ease if he could remember

The Slytherin's chest clenched slightly. He felt a bit jealous that his own affection wouldn't ease the heart of the Gryffindor himself but at the same time he wanted the Gryffindor to stop quivering whenever another human being came in close contact with him.

With a soft sigh, he had continued on his food, his eyes meeting emerald pools almost every other minute...

Letting his fingers travel across his fine, silk sheets, Draco closed his eyes, remembering every intoxicating touch that Harry had let linger on his skin. He felt himself tense slightly, as realization hit that he was alone.

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A/N: It is still not all that great, and also extremely short, but I knew that if I continued, I'd have to add the next chapter into this one. That wouldn't have been such a problem except from the fact that the next one is in Harry's point of view. He will remember very soon, and so you guys, be ready for it!

Though this chapter was slightly depressing, I hope you guys still enjoyed it.

I'm sorry if you didn't, maybe the next one will appeal to you a bit more?

Shadow.