A/N: Hellooooooo! Hope you like it. I really am enjoying writing these… I hope this makes up for the last chapter! They are both pretty short, and I wanted to have some suspension… but they were too short to not post right after eachother.

Summary: Draco knows he doesn't deserve Harry Potter as his boyfriend, yet he stayed. He has to suffer, and when he finally ends that suffering it gets worse...

Warnings: This is veryyyy gay. It's not got any smut, but the kissing is more detailed than I usually write it. It's also Drarry so… if you don't like it, this is not the fic for you. This is also veryyy sad…

Chapter 4: Remedy

When they got there Draco tried to pull away from Harry's embrace, but Harry held him close. Harry was persistent in not letting Draco go, and Draco groaned impatiently at that. It wouldn't look good if Harry wasn't letting Draco go.

That's when Draco realised that Harry didn't want to let him go after yesterday night when he had apparated away. They also hadn't properly talked yet, Draco knew that their relationship was bound to end soon. Harry could only take so much of Weasley's persistence. No matter how hard Harry believed he wouldn't abandon Draco eventually, Draco knew that it wasn't going to stay like this.

Draco was a death eater. He had worked for the man who had killed Harry's parents and many of his loved ones. He had been responsible for Dumbledore's death. His aunt had killed his godfather. He didn't fight for the "light" side and ultimately many others had died.

When Draco made a move to sit down, Harry still held on to him. It was as if Draco was his lifeline.

"Harry, calm down. I'm not going to disapparate, okay?" Draco whispered into Harry's ear.

Harry let Draco go so he could sit down, but then sat on his lap. Draco rolled his eyes. Hermione entered the room, with a tray that had 4 teacups and a kettle.

"Hello Harry, hello Draco!" Hermione said in an awfully cheerful voice as she placed the tea in front of them.

"Hello," Harry replied.

"Would you care for some tea?" Hermione asked.

"Sure," Draco said politely, and Harry nodded.

She poured some tea for them, and Draco realised she hadn't commented on the fact that Harry was sitting on his lap.

"Harry, can you pass me my teacup?" Draco asked, a little annoyed at Harry's clinginess.

Honestly, Harry was being ridiculous. When Weasley came in the room, he'd probably lose his head over this. Why wasn't Harry worried at all about that? Harry reached over and Handed Draco the cup, and Draco took a sip of the scalding hot liquid. It burned his tongue but he didn't mind all that much.

After a few moments of silence, Weasley entered the room. His face was calm, but he seemed a bit off. Draco guessed it was because Hermione had talked sense into him.

"Ron sit down please," Hermione said, her voice a little less cheerful.

Draco took that chance to look away from the group and look around their flat. It was homey, with a warm fireplace in front of the couches. There were pictures of Hermione and Weasley on the mantelpiece, hugging and kissing. Photo Weasley glared at Draco and he glared back.

Another photo of Harry, Weasley, and Hermione all smiling at the camera was near. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw a fuzzy spot of orange. Upon closer inspection, there was a giant orange tom-cat cleaning off his fur near the fireplace.

"You've got a lovely home." Draco commented, looking at Hermione and avoiding Weasley's gaze.

"Thanks," Unexpectedly, that was Weasley's voice.

Draco's eyes widened involuntarily, Harry shifted and his vision was blocked by a mop of black locks. Draco peered over and rested his chin on Harry's shoulder uncomfortably.

"Only telling the truth…" Draco commented unenthusiastically.

"I umm… I'd like to apologize for my behavior…" Weasley muttered.

"What? I think I need to get my ears checked. Weasley is apologizing to a Malfoy. Harry, are you hearing this?" Draco mocked sarcastically.

"Don't be a prat, Draco." Harry commented.

"I suppose I forgive you, and I apologize for all I've done during Hogwarts. I was a real prat, as Harry likes to put it." Draco said in a more civil tone then after a second of silence he added "Harry, can you please get off of me?"

"No, you git." Harry replied stubbornly.

"I suppose… I forgive you too, we're all good right?" Weasley asked.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that we're friends. I may be in love with your best mate, but that doesn't mean I like you. I'm being civil only because of him." Draco pointed out.

"That goes without saying," Weasley replied.

"Crookshanks!" Hermione squealed when she caught sight of the orange cat knocking the pictures off of the mantlepiece.

Draco pulled out his wand and cast a non-verbal wingardium leviosa, the pictures floated up before breaking. Hermione scooped the cat up and placed him on the ground before Draco levitated the pictures back on there. It was a bit difficult as Harry was sitting on his bloody lap, but he managed.

"Harry, please get off of me." Draco said for what felt like the thousandth time.

"Nope," Harry said firmly.

"Harry, get off of your boyfriend. He's not going to vanish the minute you let go." Hermione said in a stern voice.

"Of course he won't. He'll leave the minute things get too heated and if I'm merely holding his hand, he can let go and then I'll have to search for him again." Harry pointed out in a matter-of-fact-manner.

"Are you accusing me of being a coward?" Draco challenged.

"No, I'm pointing out that Ron may hurt you. It's understandable to want to leave when someone is yelling at you that you're worthless." Harry said a bit protectively.

"I don't need Weasley to tell me that, I already know." Draco scoffed.

Wow you weren't kidding when you said he was insecure about that… I really am sorry." Weasley's voice was quiet and apologetic.

"I am not insecure, Harry what are you telling your friends?" Draco spat "And seriously Harry, get off of me!"

Harry looked unconvinced, and Draco huffed impatiently.

"I thought they were dating…" Weasley whispered loudly in Hermione's ear.

"Honestly Ron… They're flirting, I suspect that Draco doesn't really mind Harry being clingy all that much. He's probably flattered that Harry is trying to help him, but also a little embarrassed he told his friends. The reason he's so mad is because he is scared you'll get into one of your-"

"I can hear you, you know." Draco cut her off.

"I am aware Draco," Hermione's voice was now louder but it dropped into that horrible whisper again "He's just scared you'll get into one of your tantrums again."

"Can I interject in your conversation for just one moment? Which one of us is clinging to the other for dear life as if any negative word you say will make me disapparate?" Draco pointed out.

"Fine, I'll get off your lap, you git." Harry made a move to sit next to Draco on the couch, but Draco grabbed his waist and forced him to stay.

"I knew it!" Harry proclaimed as he settled back down.

"You're just complaining because you want an excuse to be mad at me!"

"Yup, Scarhead." Draco chuckled then kissed Harry's cheek.

"Ferret."

"The-boy-who-lived-twice-but-turned-out-to-be-gay,"

"Oi! you're gayer than me!"

"No, I'm Pottersexual, I'm attracted to Potter and Potter alone." Draco said with a laugh.

"I didn't know you liked my dad that way!"

"They flirt in the weirdest way…" Weasley muttered.

"I know, it's quite unnerving. I think we should change the conversation…" Hermione agreed.

"Oi Malfoy, are you a Chudley Cannons fan?" Weasley asked.

"Umm… yeah." Draco admitted a bit sheepishly, the only reason for that was because his father had called them stupid and uncoordinated.

He and Weasley launched into a conversation about quidditch. Harry and Hermione discussed elf rights. Maybe, just maybe it was going to be okay.