Disclaimer: Same as the first part. Written in Draco's Point-Of-View.

When he asked me to be his boyfriend, the first thing I did was laugh. Laugh in relief. He felt the same way as me.

But my friends took it the wrong way. They thought I was laughing at him because he was gay. Or because he was in love with me.

I saw his face fall, tears forming in his eyes, those beautiful eyes. I opened my mouth to apologise about my friends, but, too late. He'd already turned and fled the scene, my friends howling with laughter at the sight of the heart-broken Boy-Who-Lived running down the corridor, his friends following closely.

I felt the need to follow too, to comfort him, to tell him I felt the same. But my friends had already moved, going towards Charms, leaving me in the corridor, torn between whether to go to Charms, or go to him.

I went to Charms. All I felt was guilt.

In all of the lessons we had today, he wasn't there. Just an empty, lonely space, reminding me.

It gets too much, and as soon as the bell goes signalling dinner, I rush out, leaving everyone in the classroom puzzled.

In the Great Hall, I sit at the very end of the table, wanting to be alone.

In the middle of eating something tasting of cardboard, three owls swooped into the hall.

Everyone watched in wonder as the school owls swooped down at the youngest Weasley boy, and Granger, and the other directly at me. The owls simultaneously dropped the letters infront of the receivers, and flew off again.

I looked at the letter suspiciously before deciding to open it.

Draco,

I know you will make fun of me for writing to you, but this is the last thing I'll ever write.

This morning really hurt me. Hurt me deeply. I truly do love you. Ever since I first saw you in Madam Malkin's getting fitted for new robes. Something just made me want to know you.

But now, I never will. I dunno how to really say this. Perhaps Astronomy Tower? No, I'm not asking you out again. Just think. It's a long way to fall if you were to step off the edge and plummet down towards the grass.

I leave to you my wand. Do whatever you want with it. You'd probably burn it. I don't care anymore.

Love,

Harry

I picked up his wand, and a split-second later, I ran off, towards the stairs, towards the seventh floor, towards the Astronomy Tower.

I barely registered the clattering feet of Weasley and Granger behind me, I concentrated on getting to him before he took his life.

At last, I reached the door at the top of the Astronomy Tower. It creaked open, and just as I got it open, I saw a black haired figure lean forwards on the edge, and fall.

My heart stopped beating, my lungs stopped inflating, my muscles stopped working.

No. No! Please! I thought.

Suddenly, I lunged into action, hung over the edge desperately, his wand in my hand. I aimed it at the falling body, and with all the power I could muster, shouted a powerful Cushioning Charm. My voice echoed. I glanced around and saw Weasley and Granger pointing their wands at him too.

I looked down just in time to see him land.

I just hope it worked.

I elbowed and shoved my way through the crowd returning to their common rooms.

Why do they have to end dinner NOW of all times?

I accidently elbow fellow Slytherin's, but I don't care about them.

I only care for him now.

I finally escape the crowd and rush over to the huddled figure on the grass.

There's no blood. Good.

I kneel down, not caring for my expensive clothes.

I feel for a pulse. There's one! It may be faint, but it's still there!

I nearly laugh in relief, but I stop myself. The last time I did that, it sent him into throwing himself off the tower. Not a good thing.

I lift him up, one arm under his legs, the other under his neck.

I see Weasley and Granger approaching. I nod my head, indicating he's alive.

They nod back, and go back to the school, me following, making sure I had a clear pathway to the hospital wing.

He's stable.

Thank Merlin.

Those strong Cushioning Charms worked.

Madam Pomphrey goes over to the door and starts ordering everyone to leave. Except from Weasley, Granger and I.

I immediately rush over to him.

The beautiful angel that haunts my dreams.

The black hair that often brushed against my cheek in my fantasies. The tanned skin against mine. The glasses which are placed on him now, shielding those beautiful green eyes that hypnotise you.

Without realising it, I had his hand in my two, stroking it with my thumbs, tears falling freely down my cheeks.

He stirs and mumbles.

I look up, alert.

He wakes up properly and blinks a few times before seeing us three.

Granger tugs on Weasley's arm, urging him away from his bedside.

He looks at me questioningly, and opens his perfect mouth to ask something.

I cut him off by kissing his hand gently.

"I love you too, Harry," I say, poring my heart into those five words.

He grins, his grin lighting up the whole ward, his face becoming the one that is often found in my dreams.

He sits up and leans forwards, his thin arms wrapping around my waist.

"I love you too, Draco," he says back.

I grin too, pulling him closer to me.

Our very own Gryffindor and Slytherin were meant to be together. Chalk and Cheese.

A/N: Okay, so there was 10 words of dialogue, but ah well. Review!!