Harry's heart fluttered, he found himself almost enjoying it. Harry started to open his mouth to Draco's coaxing when he remembered himself. Harry leapt back, and headed back inside. Draco heard him mutter 'Faggot…' and then the back door slammed shut behind Harry.
Draco was then left in the freezing cold, alone. He muttered 'Goddamit,' and too went back inside.
As he stepped inside, he caught the eye of Mrs. Weasley. She had a very concerned, motherly look on her face, 'Is everything alright, dear?' she asked.
'Everything's fine, Mrs. Weasley.' He lied. Draco paced through the cluttered, overcrowded house in a daze until he reached the living room. There, he simply collapsed into a chair, and stared at the fire.
He stayed there long after the fire burned down, after most everyone had gone to bed, he sat and stared at the fading embers, until everyone else was upstairs.
In the morning, when Mrs. Weasley came down early to make breakfast, Draco was gone from the armchair. She bustled around the kitchen and assumed he had gone to bed, but after everyone else had come down, no-one had seen him.
'It's like he just disappeared. Why would he just leave?' Hermione glanced at Harry accusingly, but Harry sat there, silent.
'How do we know he went voluntarily? He could have been taken.'
'Well, whatever the case, we should start looking for him.' Mr. Weasley silenced Black Jack with a pat on the shoulder. 'Harry, Ron, you two search north. Jack, Josie and I will take the east, George and Fred can go west, and Ginny, Hermione, you go south. Everyone else stay here in case he turns up again.'
With very few more words, everyone went their separate ways, and searched high and low for Draco.
'We're wasting our time, looking for that snake. Have you forgotten we have a Dark Lord to defeat?'
'We need to find him, Ron.' Harry soldiered on, ignoring Ron's building frustration.
'Why?'
'Because we do. I don't want to see him get hurt, I need to make sure he's safe.'
'To make sure he's safe? What is he, your boyfriend? Have you forgotten about the six years of Hogwarts he went out of his way to make a living hell for us?' Ron stopped, grabbing Harry's arm to make him stop too.
'No, I've just forgiven him. Maybe you should try it too, sometime.'
'I've seen the way he looks at you, and whether you like it or not, you've looked at him the same way too.'
'I don't know what you're talking about, mate.' Harry brushed past him and continued up the hill, only for Ron to grab his arm again.
'You know exactly what I'm talking about. I may hate the weasel, but you're my best mate, and I want to support you, whatever. But I can't support you if you won't even admit it to yourself.'
'Let go of me, Ron,' he said, levelly, as if he were trying to keep some inner beast in check. He felt Ron's grip of his arm vanish, and Harry raced forward, leaving his friend behind. His instincts told him that Draco was close, very close.
For what seemed like hours, Harry ran through the wood, until he came to the edge of a sheer cliff. He was at the top, and on the edge, staring down at the bottom, was Draco.
'Draco!' Harry stumbled his way up to him, and grabbed him by the hand, yanking him away from the edge.
'Harry, what do yo-' Draco was cut short by Harry, bringing them together in a deep, needy kiss which spoke more than a thousand apologies ever would. That one kiss, and Draco melted in Harry's strong arms.
This story is officially FINISHED. Sorry! No sequel, 6th chapter, etc. Done and done.
From now on, I will be concentrating on doing my Avatar re-write.
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