Chapter 9 (Real chapter)

"We're having fun, aren't we, so why do we have to go and make it all official?" –Manny Santos—Degrassi, not mine :)

A/N: I know, I know, it's kind of a short chapter. Sorry about that. I just had a plan, and this fit in with it, so please don't be mad. Please read and review. Enjoy!

It had been about two weeks since Ron and Hermione had found out about us. They had agreed not to tell anyone, and of course, kept their promise. They promised that they were not angry at me for choosing Draco, (although they let it be known that they had their doubts about it) but they were upset because I lied to them. Anyone in the world could see why I wouldn't inform them of this, right? Why couldn't they?

Enough about Ron and Hermione, though! Draco is a better avenue of though at the moment. It turned out that Ron and Hermione finding out about our relationship was actually good for it. We got to see each other as much as we wanted (well, almost) without the worry of making up excuses. It didn't matter. The weirdest thing, though, was Draco's improvement.

It wasn't much, really, but once in a blue moon, I'd get a smile in the hallways. It was a very good feeling. I also now thought it was funny, rather than alarming, when students would say, 'What the hell was that?' after it was done.

Somewhere alone the lines of our relationship, the most important thing in my life became him. I would have liked to say he wasn't…but I'd be lying. It wasn't just attraction. He meant something to me. A lot. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, he's a big part of me. Draco Malfoy is like my savior. During my depressing days, he gives me reasons to want to live. The funny thing is, he's usually more depressed than I am. What I'm feeling…is very confusing, but it's definitely not…completely unpleasant.

"Come on, Draco," I whined childishly, "Please," I wrapped my arms around him so that there was no space between us. He laughed softly. Draco's laugh did not come often, but when it did, it was an absolutely amazing sound; a beautiful sound. Usually, it was when he was making fun or teasing, that he sniggered or chuckled, but this was an actual laugh, and it was mesmerizing. I felt absolutely lucky that I was the only one who would ever be able to hear it.

"Harry, I want to, but the people in your dorm…"

"Don't worry so much. I made sure they're all busy. Seamus is…well, he's avoiding me at the moment and I believe Neville is out touring the grounds with Dean….what? Draco, I told them to leave!"

Draco laughed again, "Oh, I see, and what about…uh, what about, well, you know,"

This time it was my turn to laugh, "Is it really that hard, Draco? You can't say his name without being insulting?"

I had been teaching Draco the 'If you don't have anything nice to say….about my friends, don't say anything at all.' More often than not, he was picking the second option.

Draco pouted, (cutely, I might add, but I didn't tell him this) "I am trying. So, anyway, what about…Weasley?"

"There now," I condescendingly patted him on the head, "That wasn't so bad now, was it? Where do you think he is?"

"With his girlfriend?"

I snorted, "Of course. Do they ever separate themselves, Draco?"

"Okay, so no one will bother me?" he discovered happily.

I intertwined my fingers with his, smirking, "No one except me,"

"You're a cruel man, Harry Potter," He squeezed my hand.

"Oh, yes, Draco, come on,"

We walked the long way to the Gryffindor Common Room and when we got there, he stopped short. I was about to say the password when he quickly clamped my mouth shut.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Harry, you realize that you are giving me this password?"

"Yess…?"

"And, at any time, I could go in here, and take all your stuff…and completely take advantage of you or anything at all. You know that, right?"

I smiled, realizing what he meant. It actually kind of meant a lot to me that he said that. "I know, Draco," I said the password quite clearly, eyeing him, "but I'm trusting you not to,"

He followed me in, but he didn't stop his protests. "I'm not so sure that's a good idea, Harry,"

I rolled my eyes, "Are you going to take my stuff?"

"No, but If I were, would I tell you?"

"Draco, just relax, okay? I don't want to start an argument with you,"

He sighed, and took my hand again, "Okay,"

I took him slowly up to my dormitory and he closed the door behind me. "So, I was thinking maybe we could talk for a bit?"

Apparently, Draco had other things in mind, for I barely spoke a word and he was kissing me. At first, I got into it, but then realized what I was doing.

"No, Draco, really. Seriously, we need to talk,"

He sighed, throwing his hands in the air, "Fine, fine, let's talk,"

"Okay, I need to know what this IS to you, you know? This relationship…"

"I figured it was something stupid like this,"

"Draco, it's not stupid to me, though. I need to have something set straight,"

"We're having fun, right? So, why do we have to make it all official?"

"Draco, why are you being all defensive?"

I looked into his eyes and almost dropped dead from the sheer intensity in them. The feeling struck my heart so quickly, I knew exactly what it was.

"I need you to listen to me…" I took a deep breath, "because I love you,"

The hands that were holding mine so tightly quickly pulled away. He turned to face the door angrily, "Why would you do that to me?"

I sighed, and moved the stray hairs away from his face, "What?"

He turned back around to face me glaring with pain so deep in his blue eyes, "You are the only one I trust, Harry; the only one I've EVER trusted. So, why would you lie to me?"

It suddenly hit me what he was talking about, but I didn't stop. I needed to get through to him. I needed him to realize that I really did feel this way. It wasn't a lie.

"Just…just take it back and I'll forgive you," he whispered almost desperately.

I shook my head, "I can't!"

"I hate you. I hate you so much, Harry," he had tears in his eyes, "I didn't want to have to end this,"

"Then, don't!" I screamed, terrified at the idea of losing someone who mattered to me so much.

With the tears now falling freely down his face, he smacked me across mine, muttering, "You ruined everything," and slamming the door behind him.

I rubbed my hand across the red check, "I always do," I muttered to myself. Draco, being the one who mattered most in my life, was gone, and the loss hit me harder than the slap. Thinking of his pained eyes, and obviously shattered hope, my own tears began to fall. I really lost him.