Chapter Thirteen:

Harry felt as though he were flying, tearing down the hallways. I'm finally doing what I want. I don't care anymore! Tears streamed down his face as he pumped his arms, gaining speed.

"Malfoy!" He shouted, catching sight of him. Everyone was still in the Great Hall. Everyone was still smiling, eating, laughing. Everyone except...
Malfoy walked faster but it was no use; Harry's sprint beat him. Harry grabbed his shoulder, pulling him around, making Draco face him.

"Leave me alone, Potter!"
"No!"
"LEAVE ME ALO-"
"NO!" Both of Harry's hands were grasping Draco's shoulders tightly. "I won't!" Harry said fiercely. "You've done nothing but accuse me of running away, saying I'm not being truthful to myself. But it was you who said you wouldn't tell if I didn't. I did though! I told Hermione! I told and you didn't. It's you that's the coward- that's running!" Harry paused, waiting for Draco to say something. Draco was limp though, eyes to the floor. Harry's eyes opened in shock as he saw it-

a small tinge of rose fluttered onto Draco's cheeks.

"I have an answer..." His voice was barely audible, face down to the floor. "To your question..." Harry remembered the question he asked... "I- you are-" He trailed off. He can't say it. He-

"What am I." Harry repeated, more of a statement than a question. Draco's eyes searched the floor. He took a deep breath.

"Everything."

Harry's arms fell to the floor, face reddening. Draco's own face was tinged a deeper shade of pink then before, eyes still to the ground.

"Without you, I think I'd die. You're the first one..." He looked up at Harry, gray eyes weak. "Who ever even... I don't know... gave me a purpose. Even when I was hating you... you were all I could think about. Even when I was jealous-" He shook his head as Harry grinned.
"You were jealous?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"Why not? You have fame and fortune- friends..."
"Draco-" Harry shook his head, sighing. "I got my fame when my parents died. I'd trade that for parents any day."

Draco gulped and reddened further. "I- sorry... I just... forget it." He turned and took a step. He didn't get far though, for Harry's hand was already around his wrist.

"It's me who should be sorry. I should've told you sooner. I should've-" Stop talking and tell him already! Harry grimaced, looking at the ceiling. "Truth is... I love you."

Draco turned slowly, his blush now a deep shade of crimson. He couldn't say anything, simply stared, wide-eyed at Harry.
"I know... you don't feel the same... the same way. I just... you know- thought you should know." Still Draco stared. "Well... say something." Harry frowned. What have I done...? When I told Hermione I loved Draco, her reaction was bad enough. When he overhead... well... that turned out badly too. So now... the truth comes out and-

Draco, face still pained, pulled Harry in, pressing his lips against Harry's, eyes now shut tight. He pulled away, his forehead against Harry's. "Why hadn't you told me sooner... why? When I was talking about it? When we-" Draco trailed off, sorrow in his eyes.

"Does it matter when I tell you? Or just that I told you?" Harry pulled Draco back into a kiss, hand under his chin. His hand trailed under Draco's shirt, lying on his back. They pulled away at the same time, both wearing matching blushes.

"I was scared, I guess. I mean... you're a death eater! You-" Harry frowned. "It doesn't matter. I don't even care any more. One day without you and I practically went mental! I just- I can't stand being away from you." Harry paused and they stared at each other. That was one word too many I think... Harry blushed, brow furrowing.

"That was way too corny-" Harry murmured. But Draco wasn't finished.

He took a deep breath, eyes meeting Harry's. He steadied his nerves, speaking quietly.
"I love you, too..."

Harry's eyes widened and Draco was finally smiling gently, eyes soft. Harry's first reaction was saying "Bloody hell", his next to smile back. And finally-

Draco and Harry were lost in each other's scarlet blushes, in each other's lips, tongues met.

Harry pulled away first. "What are you going to do about Voldemort?"

Draco was silent for some time.

"I don't know."

"What if he-"

"I don't know."

"And if he tries to-"

Draco simply shrugged.

"Whatever happens, I'll stop him." If it couldn't get any cornier. C'mon Harry... just say it... Harry sighed.

"We'll stop him." Damn that was cheesy. Draco looked at him skeptically.

"'We' huh? I like the sound of that." Wow it just gets cornier and- all thoughts ceased to exist as Draco wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him close, closing his eyes. "I hate what you do to me, you know that? Making me turn into a damn idiot..." Draco grumbled, pretending to frown.

"Right back at ya."

Ack sorry for all this out of character crap. I was listening to techno love songs so yeah... this is what I get as a result I guess. Well... I hope this chapter was at least slightly enjoyable; apologies if it totally failed.