Harry was in heaven.

Or, at least, someplace like it. He couldn't remember how he got here, only that he was hurt. Finally, Merlin, he had ached for this moment for so long. Looking around him, the world was made of colour, dark dark colour. It was almost like the night but there were no stars, and there was more colour. Colour that didn't exist.

It was silent, but in the good way. "Hello?" Harry asked, half to see if he could talk in this place, half to see if anyone was actually there. His words were sucked silent by the rosy air. This place was beautiful, and Harry had never felt more alive.

Suddenly he was laughing, an out of control, borderline hysterical laugh. Oh, Merlin, freedom.

He was free! The word repeated over and over in his head until he was shouting it out loud. He was free of that horrible world. Suddenly, "Son?"

Harry turned around sharply, "Mum? Dad?" And there they were, looking just as they had during the war, and so were Sirius and Remus and Fred and Dobby and all the others he had failed. "So I'm dead?"

"Close to it," replied Remus, looking gravely at his former student.

Harry felt like cheering, but instead he nudged his godfather instead, "Are you... serious?"

Sirius looked gravely at him, "Dead. Sirius."

Once again he was laughing, as his mum slapped her husband and his best friend. "Harry, this is a very serious - If you make this a pun I swear to god - situation, you could die."

"Why is that a bad thing? I could be with you!"

Then Fred, cheerful and happy Fred, spoke solemnly, "Someone needs to tell my brother hi for me-."

"Heaven's pretty fun, never imagined I'd end up there to be honest," Sirius interrupted, "But not now, Harry."

"Dobby?" Harry pleaded, he need just one of them to want him to come.

The small elf looked up at Harry, eyes wide and teary, "Dobby needs Master to take care of other Master..."

"But I want to be with all of you!" He'd be with his family, why didn't they see how good this was!? "Sirius, you promised we'd be a family!" Harry pleaded, "And I want to get to know you Mum and Dad!" The redhead had began to cry, and so had her husband.

"Not this way," comforted Sirius, "Not a family this way-"

"Please!" begged Harry, "I don't want to live anymore!"

Suddenly Remus was in front of him, kneeling on the ground as if he was in third year again, "I've felt that way, many many times, but know, you can get through it. It will be hard, I'm not going to lie, but it's possible," Harry had began to cry, "But you need to do this, for your friends, for you." Remus indicated to everyone behind him, "And we -" he paused as if over taken by effort, "Will be here to support you."

"We'll always be here," James came over and laid a hand on Harry's shoulder, and his wife followed, kissing her son on the cheek, "Until the very end."

"You can do it, mate," Fred chimed in, "And tell my brother that I love him, and he better keep that jokeshop running or I'll haunt his ass!"

"Dobby wishes for you to go back."

"We can be a proper family when it's your proper time."

"Just think happy memories, just like I taught you."

"We love you, son."

Harry screamed. He wished this was a book or movie so bad, because in a book or movie he'd be so happy by all their blessings he'd pop back onto Earth and be happy and kiss Draco or something. But this wasn't a book or a movie because all he wanted to do was to go with them, to fucking die already. "I can't do it! And you 'believing' in me isn't going to do fucking anything!" His mother brushed her hand through his hair, in a soothing motion he remembered slightly from his childhood, "I have nothing there for me! Just emptiness and nothing."

Suddenly she touched Harry's forehead and he felt a rush throughout his entire body, "You do have something-"

Flash.

Meeting Draco in the robe shop, and instantly hating him.

Flash.

Ron staying behind during Christmas break because Harry doesn't have a home to go to.

Flash.

Hermione helping with his homework constantly, when he doesn't understand it.

Flash.

The trio creating an illegal potion for months. Together.

Flash.

Hermione punching Draco in the face.

Flash.

Ron with his broken leg, saying "You'll have to go through me first"

Flash.

Laughing with his friends, his soulmates.

Flash.

Both of his friends staying at Hogwarts for Christmas, until Ron invites Harry and Hermione over to the burrow instead.

Flas-

"Fine!" Harry shouted, "I'll... I'll go..."

Lily touched Harry's forehead again, "I love you, my son-"

And then Harry woke up.

/*/*/*/*/*

Everything was black.

Where was he? He thrashed around in distress. Something gripped his hand, "Harry!" He instantly recognised the voice, that snobby voice that could trigger that fire in seconds.

"Malfoy?" Everything rushed back to him, "Draco! Are you okay? Where are we-"

"Harry, calm down. We're back at Hogwarts-"

"Harry!" he heard, his vision still blurry, "Are you okay? As soon as you left, I just got this feeling, Ron too-"

"Calm down, Mione', I'm fine. And Ron, before you say anything-"

"-Hey!-"

"Just let Draco explain what happened while I was out!"

All eyes turned to Draco, who was still slightly blurry. "You got hit, with a variation of a stunning spell-"

"But how did I get here if we didn't have our wands?"

"Accidental magic, or at least that's what we're guessing so far. All I remember is heroically running to you, grabbing you and then we were outside Hogwarts."

"Sorry to interrupt, Draco-" Hermione started

Harry blurted, "Since when is he Draco to you?"

The curly haired girl stared at him, indicating that what he had just said was very rude, "Since he became halfway decent-"

"Not that decent," Both Ron and Draco muttered.

"-And stayed by your bed the entire three days you were out."

Draco frowned, "I did no such thing, I would never waste precious time on the likes of you," He spat at Harry, and Harry smiled.

"Yes. You would." Hermione and Ron said at the same time, utterly serious.

"Anyway," Hermione said, "Back to what I was saying, I believe he was able to bring you back because he cares so much about you- don't protest Draco, we all know it's true - it triggered his magic to be released, or he was able to channel his magic unconsciously."

At this, Harry stared at the blond, who was despairingly clear now that Harry's eyes weren't blurry. Draco was sitting on a chair next to the white infirmary bed Harry was laying in. His hair was messy, and obviously hadn't been brushed in days, although he was wearing different clothes. Wow, Draco had sacrificed his hair for Harry. This was practically giving up his life for Harry's, no, this was giving up his life. Draco had started talking again, looking anywhere but Harry, "As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted," Hermione scoffed at this, "I then carried you - don't look so surprised Potter, although you are heavy as fuck - and brought you to the infirmary like the hero I am. Then told people where the camp is and stuff, they're still off looking for it. After that I gave zero shits about you and didn't stay by your bed, no matter what your whores say."

"Excuse me?" Ron asked, clearly offended by being called a whore.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "What? It was a compliment. You'd be a good whore, although I'd be the best, with my dashing looks and all. What?! Stop looking at me like that, Granger, unless you'd like to try, I just want to let you know, I don't come cheap-"

"You'll come though," Harry snickered.

Smirking, Draco turned to Harry, "For you, I'd come anytime." Although they had both meant it as a joke, Harry blushed like an idiot, and couldn't look at Draco, because he was totally not imagining that very thing. Oh Merlin, he had fallen hard.

Ron had his hand to his head, "Just fucking make out already," Harry thought he heard his friend say.

"What?" Harry asked the ginger, daring him to say it again.

Unfortunately Hermione said it instead, "He said just kiss already! Merlin, it's hard enough with Draco staying here and refusing to leave for three fucking days." You knew it was serious when Hermione swore, "But now you're flirting like you have been for the past five years, it just more obvious and sexual, so just fucking kiss already!"

Touching a delicate hand to his chest, Draco chocked dramatically, "And here I was thinking you wanted me-"

"Like hell, you're as straight as my hair!"

"Mione'" Ron murmured, "Maybe we should leave-"

"Damn right, we should leave!" Hermione grabbed her boyfriends hand and started to storm out of the room, "If you are not-"

"Have fun!" Shouted Ron, covering Hermione's mouth before she said some other vulgar thing.

The two boy's stared awkwardly at their feet, faces red. "Well..." Draco drawled, "That was something..."

"So? Apparently we're flirting with each other?" Harry blushed, turning away from Draco. Suddenly Draco is sitting on top of Harry, legs on either side of Harry's own legs. Jerking up to look at the blond, "What are you doing?"

"Following Granger's advice."

"Oh."

And then Draco's leaning down, arm's on either side of Harry's head, pale blond hair falling in front of his face and tickling Harry's face. Fuck. Harry is screwed because he's already panting like hell.

"Why did no one tell me he's awake!" Madame Pomfrey shouted, storming into the room. Immediately Draco leaped off Harry, blushing like hell.

"Sorry, Madame Pomfrey," Harry apologised, trying to prevent himself from stuttering.

"What are you sorry for!? You're the one hurt! Now you, Draco Malfoy, you should have called me as soon as he woke up!"

"Dear Madame Pomfrey, I'm so sorry-"

"Don't apologise, just get out so I can check on my patient!"

Harry laughed at how easily Madame Pomfrey was able to humble Draco as Draco said, "Sorry ma'am," He winked at Harry seductively before rushing out of the room.

/*/*/*/*/*

He had nearly kissed Harry Potter.

And Harry Potter had nearly kissed him back.

Fuck.