Telling the Truth

Harry walked along the aisle of the train after saying farewell to his two best friends before they stepped inside the prefect's cabin.

"Sorry Harry." They had said.

Though their absence usually made a toll on him. This year it truly didn't matter to him. His thoughts were with a certain boy whose name happened to be Draco. That year Harry had: realized that the reason none of his relationships had worked was because he was gay, he was in love with his rival Draco, Draco was in love with him, and his fondest wish was that Draco would allow it to go public. The last one wasn't going to happen. Harry brooded unaware of the collision courses around him.

"Hey Potter! Potter! What are you up to?" Draco's voice came from behind him.

'This is how it has to be.' He thought before turning to see his lover/enemy.

He didn't want to play this game anymore.

"You look a little ill Potter. You finally realize that you're not the Golden Boy?"

"No more." Harry simply stated before walking to the last cabin in the train.

Draco's eyes were wide in shock. 'No more.'

What did he mean by that?

"Hey lets sit down. I'm getting' tired." Goyle voiced.

Harry and Draco sat with their elbow propped upon the window, their eyes gazing unseeing, into the fog. The train shuddered to a stop all too soon for the brooding duo. Harry some how managed to be off the train and half way to his Uncle, Aunt, and cousin, before Draco was even on the ground. Draco watched the soft black hair until his eyes shifted to the disgruntled three waiting for their nephew.

"Took you long enough, boy." He heard the savage looking man say.

He could tell Harry wasn't in for a nice holiday. It tore Draco up so much more inside that the last words he had said to Harry had been an insult. He was suddenly overcome. Without thinking, without speaking, he darted forward grabbing Harry's arm and wurling him around to face him.

"There is no way I'm letting you walk away from me like that." He spoke in a huff of breath before pulling Harry in, smashing his lips against the others.

The two stopped only when they heard Harry's Aunt Petunia hit the ground roughly and Uncle Vernon mumble a string of curse words.