When Harry woke up the next morning, Draco was already awake and had left the room. Harry quickly put on some clothes before trying to find him in the labyrinth of the house.

"Draco" Harry whispered. "Draaaco! Where are you?"

"I'm here!" shouted Draco from a room near Harry. "Why are you whisper -"

Mrs Black's shout echoed in all the house.

"VERMINS! TRAITOR! HOW DID YOU DARE TO TURN YOUR BACK TO THE DARK LORD? HOW COULD YOU TRY TO BEAT HIM?"

Draco ran in the direction of the shouts, his wand in his hand. He met Harry in the staircase, near Mrs Black's portrait.

"Shut up! Both your sons are dead because of him." Harry said while sharply shutting the curtains with a wave of his wand. "You might have thought that after all these years with Kreacher she'd have plenty of insults to use but she always chooses the same."

"Who the hell was that?"

"Sirius' mother. Well, actually it was her painting. We tried to take it down but it seemed to be glued to the wall by a charm."

Draco gave a sidelong look to the curtains, his eyes frowned, before going back to the room he had just left. Harry followed him into the room where the Black's family tree was paint on the wall. He felt uneasy being there with Draco, it felt like he was betraying Sirius. On the other hand, Draco seemed on the edge of crying, gazing at all the portraits. Harry was about to ask why he would be so moved by this family tree when he remembered that he was a part of this family. He was related to the Blacks and his portrait was paint on the wall too, just beside his parents'.

Feeling Harry's eyes upon him, Draco asked what had been driving him mad since he walked in.

"What are those marks?"

"Sirius used to say that he was so hot he burned the tapestry."

Draco had a little crooked smile that relieved Harry. He could not handle seeing him cry.

"Aren't you hungry? I'm starving. It's a shame Kreacher left, his pastries were amazing."

Seeing Draco's questioning glaze, Harry explained the house elf's story who chose over freedom to serve one of the last Black: Ted Lupin.

In the kitchen, steps away from the painted room, Harry searched something to eat in the cupboards.

"Well, it's misery. They're almost empty. Err, I could make some toasts."

"Fine"

Unfortunately for them, Harry was not a good cook. After burning all the slices of bread left, he put on his coat.

"There's a grocery shop down the street. I'll fetch some beans and eggs. D'you want anything else?"

Draco shook his head.

"Okay. I'll be right back."

He awkwardly leaned over and kissed Draco's cheek before turning away quickly, his face red, and climbing the stairs. A couple of seconds later, Draco heard the front door slamming. He sat still a few minutes, looking at his hands. As he could not resist his curiosity, he stood up and started to wander off. He climbed to the last floor and walked in the first room he saw, which turned out to be Harry's room. Looking behind his shoulder though he knew that he was alone in the house, he opened the cupboards. Hidden between layers and layers of clothes, there was a little box. Slowly, cautiously, Draco opened it to find letters and moving pictures of a redhead woman and a young man who looked like Harry – Lily and James Potter. Putting the pictures back to the box, he read the letters. Some of them were Lily's to Sirius, others birthday cards from Ron, Hermione and Hagrid.

Draco's heart jumped in his chest and seemed to be blocked in his throat when he saw the most recent letters: love letters between Harry and Ginny, written in the last months. He last one dated from only a week ago. Tears came to his eyes while a sudden rush of anger took over.

What could he do to do the most damages? Write to her to tell her the truth? Crush everything in the house? Tear the pictures apart? That was Harry's weak point.

He was holding one of the pictures by the opposite corners when he heard the front door. Harry was back. He took deep breathes to calm down before going back to the kitchen.

"Where were you?"

"Toilet. Is that a crime?"

"Whoa, why are you so defensive?"

"Nothing. Everything's fine."

And he sat down at the table. Harry tried to make small talks but Draco remained silent through all the breakfast. Could he be angry because he kissed him on the cheek before leaving? No, that's a stupid reason to be angry. But why? What had he done?

As soon as he finished his breakfast, Draco stood up and climbed the stairs, leaving Harry confused. He walked down the stairs a few minutes later and slammed the front door. Harry jumped out of his seat and run behind him.

"Draco! Draco, wait!"

"What?" he asked back, without even turning around to face the other boy.

"What's going on? Why did you leave? Have I done something wrong?"

"No. You're Saint Potter and you never do wrong." He looked at Harry, tears shinning in his eyes.

Harry reached for him right when he started to apparate. He felt the familiar feeling of being trapped in a pipe as he saw outlines and colour prints. Somehow, he managed to keep his hold on Draco's arm though the latest had not planned to take him with him. Slowly, the world around him stopped turning. Harry needed a few more seconds to identify where he was. He only just started to recognise the rows of yews and the big gate and Draco was already fighting Harry's hold.

Now fear had replaced sadness and anger on Draco's face. He kept looking behind him every now and then while.

"Let go of me"

"Not until you told me what was that act for?"

"You're really that stupid?"

"Tell me now"

"I found your letters to Ginny that what happened" shouted Draco's trembling voice.

Harry felt a rush of guilt hearing him telling her name.

"Okay, and?"

"What "and"? Wait…you're dating her?"

"Whoa. You're giving me the "crazy jealous boyfriend" act?"

"That's not an answer. Are you dating her: Yes or no?"

There it was. Harry knew that it would happen, that someday that little game would have to end. But that did not mean that he was happy about how the things were turning out.

"Yes."

"Does she know about us?"

Harry shook his head.

"That's what I am to you, your dirty little secret?"

"Don't take it like that…"

Draco gritted his teeth. "I'm going to tell her."

Though Draco seemed keen to reveal their relationship to Ginny, Harry noticed that he took care of leading Harry behind a yew, where no one could see them.

"Alright" Harry brought out of his pocket the Marauder's Map which never left him. "She's in her dormitory in the Gryffindor Tower. I'm afraid that your Vanishing Cabinet was destroyed when Crabbe set the Room of Requirement on fire. But if you do find a way to apparate into the castle, please let me know." He put the map back in his pocket. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd love to meet your parents."

Draco turned pale.

"Now, who's the nasty secret?" he said while raising his eyebrow and with a large smile – he knew that Draco could not resist him like that. "Can you talk about that now? Please."

Draco rolled his eyes and sighed of irritation. "Fine". Then he held out his hand for Harry.

"For someone who doesn't want his parents to know about his secret boyfriend, you've got guts."

"It's for apparate, dumbass. We can't talk here."

Harry held Draco's hand and they both started to swirl. Soon, Harry found himself in the small street near "their" pub. No matter how hard he tried to deny it, Draco was quite sentimental and romantic. However, as soon as their feet touched the ground, Draco dropped Harry's hand and headed to the pub without a look for him. Harry followed him in silent.

They sat down at the closest table and ordered two coffees.

"So, when did you both started dating?" Draco asked in a distant tone.

"I think you got it wrong. I already was dating her when we started to see each other."

"Oh. We "see" each other."

"I don't mean…Did you really thing that we were dating?"

Draco blushed and tears of anger shone in his eyes. "You're the one who called me "boyfriend", though. But does that word mean something to you? I'm not yours but you're not Ginny's. At least, you don't act like it."

Harry thumped the table. "Don't imply that I don't love her. You have no idea what she means to me."

"No I don't. Nor I know what I mean to you."

"It's…complicated."

"Really?" He rose his eyebrow. All his disdain could not hide the sadness that Harry saw on his face. Harry could not look at him in the eyes. He could see how much he meant to Draco and knew that the truth would break his heart. But he had to tell him.

"I like you. No, really. I mean it. I've enjoyed every second we spent together. But it wouldn't have happened if Ginny had left Hogwarts. I really love her. You were – I mean, I don't think there would ever be a future for us. We're too different. And… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I think it's better if we stop there." He put some bills on the table for the coffees and stood up. He could hear Draco's sobbing as he left the table and walked to the door.

"But…I love you" cried Draco behind him. His hand on the handle, Harry closed his eyes and stood still for a second. A tear fell down his cheek as he left the pub.

"So, what has been bothering you? Don't like at me like that, I know you too well."

Ginny had come back for the holidays and the couple was walking in Diagon Alley. Harry thought that breaking up with Draco was hard, but telling everything to Ginny was even harder. Actually, he would rather fight a bunch of Death Eaters than confront Ginny.

"I have to tell you something. While you were at school, I went to bar and I met-"

"Stop. I think I know what you're going to say. You're famous, attractive, you can't hold your drink and you felt lonely." She paused, giving him a side look to see if he confirmed. She sighed before going on. "As I am a wonderful girlfriend, I am willing to give you another chance."

Shocked, Harry stopped in the middle of the alley. "Ginny, I-"

"Yes, I know, you're sorry, you won't do this again, bla bla bla. I do hope for you that you won't do this again because I know plenty of jinxes and I'm pretty good at it."

"You're excellent"

"Flattery won't take you anywhere, Harry." She replied with a smirk and she gently pressed the tip of her forefinger on his nose. "Besides, Ron's moving in with you."

Walking down the alley on a beautiful day, holding hands with Ginny, Harry knew that he could not be happier. But that's when she turned towards him and gave a bright smile that he knew that he wanted her to be his wife.