This man in front of me, was someone I once knew, but now this same man had a blade inches from my throat, preparing to end me.

I could feel his warm body close up against mine as he pinned me to the wall of the alley but as I looked at him, it was almost like I never knew him at all.

His normally messy raven hair was coated with sweat and dried blood. His beautiful green eyes which always glimmered in the light were now dull, filled with a murderous look full of hatred and rage.

This is no longer the man who I spent every night curled up together under the stars, forgetting about problems which loomed over our heads. He was no longer the man who did anything to help me and was the first person to genuinely care about me.

This was no longer the man I once loved.

"Did we mean anything to you?," I hissed at him, satisfied when he flinched back in shock. He closed his eyes as if he was in pain, but it wasn't enough, "Did I mean anything to you?"

The blade started to tremble but remained in place, it shined in the moonlight, further taunting me.

His rage earlier fueled my own, and I was ready for him to take it.

"Look at me. Look into my eyes and tell me that you never loved me. That I never meant anything to you. Tell me it was all a fucking lie."

His eyes remained closed but he whispered 3 words, "I can't Draco..."

I clenched my teeth in fury and said "You lost that right to say my name a long time ago Potter."

Potter's eyes snapped open but they neither looked like they were angry nor filled with the same murderous rage as before, instead Potter looked as if the whole world had fallen on his shoulders. He sighed and said

"I never stopped loving you. I couldn't. All I could think about was you idiot."

"Then how come you're the one with the blade to my neck-" but before i could say anything else, Potter drew the blade away from my throat and threw it to the floor, letting it skid away into the night.

"I was doing it for your own protection," he said.

"Oh I'm sooo sorry, it was for my own protection. Oh grow up. Was my protection telling the whole damn school what a filthy death eater I was which caused everyone to treat me like garbage and not trust me."

Potter stepped back and said "Draco you don't understand-"

"You never gave me the chance to understand. You betrayed me. You didn't even say a fucking word," I spat, "You were the only person I could be myself with. I didn't have to act like the heir to the Malfoy line when I was with you but then you left. You left me. Everything we had was gone just like that. It's like it never happened. Did you even care?"

I finished my rant out of breath. As I leant back against the alley wall, I was sure I was breathing as heavy as a dragon. Before I knew it though, the anger was gone, replaced with a wave of sadness. I could feel the tears threatening to fall but I denied them the chance.

Finally my eyes landed on Potter, his whole demeanour had changed greatly, he looked shocked but that wasn't all. In his eyes, I could see his guilt there on display for the whole world to see. Not only that but I could see he was in pain. Not the physical kind but the mental kind. The one I was all too familiar with. I almost felt guilty.

Potter took a deep breath before he spoke his next words, little did I know, this man would flip my whole world upside down for what felt like the millionth time.

"Dray, I know we hate Dumbledore but he shared information with me that the death eaters were going to torture you to get to me. I couldn't let them hurt you. That's why I did what I did. It hurt me so fucking much to say those cruel words, but I cared too much to see you get hurt by those monsters."

Now it was my turn to be shocked shitless and was almost too stunned to speak. As he spoke, he looked straight into my eyes, his stare never wavering. I knew he spoke the truth.

All the memories came back this time. Not as a painful reminder of what I had lost but as sweet nostalgic bliss. Like the time we snuck out under the invisibility cloak and shared a broom as we flew across the beautiful landscape that circled the castle. Or the many times we spent at the lake doing homework when in reality we ended up joking around the whole time.

Before I could express any sort of emotion, a thought hit me like a brick. "If that's the case, why were you trying to kill me with that blade?" I said while aggressively gesturing to the darkness.

If the situation hadn't been so serious, I would have laughed at the way Potter seemed to squirm in embarrassment.

"Well you see Dumbledore wanted me to kill you-"

"HE WHAT NOW?!"

"He kinda spewed his for the greater good shit and that was the last straw. I could never kill you Dray. You are my world. Everything I do is for you. No nuthead is going to take you away from me. I came to make things right. The blade was just to make you listen as I'm sure you were close to killing me before."

Sweet laughter filled the stillness of the night and all of a sudden the anger, hate and rage all flowed away.

With my voice cracking ever so gracefully, I whispered "You did this all for me, even after all this time?"

Harry cracked a smile, "Always." Tugging on my collar, he pulled me towards him, and I felt his lips on mine.

Home is not a place but a feeling.

That feeling when I am with him, is the only place I ever want to be