I was a tad bit late into the month but it's the 30th so I made it…Any who, here tis. Enjoi.

Wooot another ch!

"Headmaster?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes, professor. I would like to speak with him, as soon as possible. If it's possible." Draco stood there, hands to his sides standing straight, like a good boy, trying to be polite as possible. But Minerva eyed him nevertheless.

"I'll see to it that he gets your message . Now you get back to class before I take any of your House points."

"Yes, Professor." And he left scowling at her within his mind. 'Bloody banshee, 'I'll see to it that he gets your message .' he mimicked.

"The sooner I get out the better." He muttered.

He saw the day as another worthless day. The sun hardly shown now that they were near the end of January, which didn't help his mood. Though it was bright from the fallen snow on the grounds. And it was cold, but he slept in the dungeons so there wasn't much of a difference.

He often saw Harry. During the blasted holiday, quidditch, passing by him during classes or going in between classes. He caught his eye more then once but Draco just turned away. It seemed Harry was going to keep his promise after all. And after much debating with himself meaning, yelling at himself in his quarters because he felt like contacting Harry, but he never did once talk to him ever again since the holiday. But he did however scowl at his Weasel and his Mudbloodwhenever Harry wasn't around. But never Harry. He couldn't possibly do that. Even though he denied itmany several times, the more he thought about it the more it seemed real.

He couldn't stop himself for a second from thinking about it. He didn't want it to happen but...he was falling in love...with Harry. And he wasn't even around the bloke!

He was stubborn and set himself on denial. He even started hanging around Crabbe and Goyle again and this guy he never noticed before, Blaise. He ignored his feelings and his depression from not so long ago, came back. But those days are gone.

February first came, a Sunday, behind his drawn curtains the sun was somewhat peeking out, slightly hidden by ominous clouds. And then a house elf popped into his room with a big crack. It was a girl house elf. Her floppy ears dangling as she walked towards him. Her huge eyes a deep violet.

"The headmaster says he'll sees you " she squeaked. And with another big crack she disappeared.

He didn't waste anytime, he quickly got out of bed and dressed and left to Dumbledore's office. He'd been waiting for this for what seemed forever. He finally reached his stone Gargoyle.

"I'm here to see Dumbledore." he commanded.

Surprisingly, the gargoyle moved aside and he stepped into the moving staircase.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Come in ." he heard from behind the doors.

"Ah, Draco, if I may. What brings your presence here today? Please sit." He sat behind his desk, leaning in his chair, a soft smile as always, fingertips touching lightly. His eyes penetrating from behind his half-moon spectacles, a light blue.

"Lemon drop?"

However Draco remained standing. "No, thank you." he paused and resumed his purpose, "Professor, I'd like to resign from Hogwarts."

"And why is that Draco? Are you unhappy here?"

"Forgive me but it is none of your concern."

"But it is. It is my school after all. I do have the right to know why you want to leave. Are you being bullied?"

"No...sir. But I've already discussed this with my Father. I shall be home schooled."

"Yes that's all fine and all, but what is the reason you want to leave?" His voice never hardened, it stayed kind and his face was soft with concern.

On the other hand Draco was getting aggravated. He didn't really want to leave Hogwarts away from Harry but...he couldn't stay and be able to live with him around. But he couldn't live without..

"I said it's none of your concern!" His voice was harsh and his hands were trembling.

Dumbledore sighed and smiled back at him.

"Fine Draco. But Remember you'll always have a place here if you change your mind. And when you confront your problems, remember that you're not alone."

Draco was looking at him incredibly. His anger had subsided but now all there was frustration. He bowed his head in gratitude.

"Thank you sir."

"Will you be wanting to leave us soon?"

Draco nodded his head, still down.

"Yes sir. In fact I'll be wanting to leave today." he said slowly.

"Ah, I see. Would it be possible for you to wait a little longer? The train doesn't come often, actually only twice a month."

Draco sighed. He didn't want to stay any longer. "That's fine sir. Thank you." And began to walk away.

"One more thing Draco. Please do go and eat something in the evening today. It's been a while since I've seen you in the hall at dinner."

"Yes sir." And he left, down the stairs, through the corridors, into the dungeons and into his room.

He laid in bed spacing out on the dark ceiling, the same color as Harry's hair, still fully dressed, seeing as he somewhat promised Dumbledore he'd go to dinner. His leaving would be for the best. He could live at home while Father did who knows what elsewhere. But he suddenly remembered Father said he couldn't go home. What was he doing?

It didn't matter, he would soon be out of everyone's hair. Maybe he'd join the Dark Lord. There was no point anymore in choosing right from wrong. Besides he was certain he fit the profile already. And Father would finally be able to be proud of him. Then it occurred to him, "What the hell happened to the haggy Narcissa?" he said bolting up. "That Bitch." he said harshly getting out of bed. He left to Slytherin's common room.

"Crabbe?!" he called.

"What?" he responded from a chair near the fire.

"Has your mum talked to the banshee?"

"Why don't you ever call her your mother?"

"Has she or has she not?!"

"No I don't think so. Why?"

"Can you send your mum a letter to check what happened to the hussy?"

"Why don't you do it?"

"Because Father told me not to send any post."

He hesitated a bit but in the end he said, "Fine."

"Well, can you do it now? Before it becomes pointless."

Crabbe eyed him. But obeyed and left while Blaise walked to Draco.

The Hall was nearly full when he got there and when it was time to feast he got a look from Dumbledore.

"Settle down, settle down. I have some sad news to inform you of. Someone we know will be leaving. So we feast to wish them off this entire week. I shall tell you who but first we eat." And with a wave of his hands, food appeared.

"Dig in." And he smiled towards Draco.

'He better not do it' Draco thought within. 'Oh Merlin he's going to do it! I have to leave!'

Then Pansy came to diliver Crabbe's message about Narcissa and tugged on his arm.

Escape was futile.

Although he didn't have much of an appetite, he got some food, and some pumpkin juice. He accidentally looked over to Gryffindor's table and saw Harry smiling at him. Draco rarely did this but he blushed and looked down at his food.

'No! I can't change my mind, I've already decided to leave.' Draco was having second thoughts. 'It was a stupid mistake to have looked over there!'

He played with his food and sipped from his cup now and then out of habit. And scolded at Pansy to leave him alone.

He sighed. He couldn't be there when Dumbledore announced his parting. He couldn't see the look on Harry's face when he found out. He stood up from his seat catching a look from Blaise sitting with Crabbe and Goyle a few seats across. Draco cast him a sneer with a reminder of what had happened not so long ago, like twenty minutes ago. He felt his palms with fingertips as he left and drew out little crescent moons.

"Now that we are finished, it is my duty to inform you all that, as many of you may know already, Mr. Draco Malfoy will be leaving Hogwarts."

There were many gasps from all the tables and small quiet triumphs. Dumbledore was astonished.

"Really no-one knew? Oh, well it is true, he will be leaving us, sadly. But it seems he rather not have stayed for the announcement as you can see. But he will be leaving first thing on the 14th."

All through the Hall people were talking, all except Harry. Who stayed shocked glancing over to the Slytherin's table in search of Draco.

"What?" Was all he could mutter.

In Gryffindor common room people were still buzzing on for the reason why Draco was leaving.

Harry heard scattered conversations:

" Do you think he got chucked out?"

" I think Dumbledore's trying to keep it on the D.L."

" I heard he's working for You-Know-Who now, like his father."

"What's wrong Harry?!" Ron spoke with glee. "Aren't you glad ? We're finally getting rid of MALFOY!" He was jumping with joy like a little school girl.

Harry sat quiet and saw as Ron bothered Hermione while she knitted.

'This can't be happening. Draco leaving? Why? Is he really working for Voldie? Is he being chucked out for something he did?! What?!' Harry was growing impatient. He wanted to know. 'Why did he plan on leaving without telling me goodbye?! Why did he ignore me after all these weeks?!'

Harry flushed and pushed himself up and ran to his trunk. He took out his cloak and wrapped himself in it.

"He's not leaving without telling me." he muttered as he dodged and passed Gryffindor's over to the Fat Lady's Portrait.

He ran to the dungeons as quietly and as fast as he could.

He finally arrived or so he thought. It was the same wall they stopped to the last time, unless he changed the entrance.

"Only one way to find out."

He pressed his hands on the wall and he seeped in, but his time he closed his eyes and walked through it. The passing wasn't so cold this time, he just hoped he didn't end up on the floor again.

He walked in and felt the warmth of the fire on his face. He opened his eyes to see Draco sleeping bare-chested flat on his back on his blood red bed.

Harry slipped off the cloak and sat beside him looking at his face, his neck, his chest, his abdomen. He hasn't seen him in what felt like ages, hasn't been this near to him in ages. He looked so beautiful. His skin radiating against the shining flames, their shadows dancing across him. His hair messy, falling on his face. Harry liked his hair like this. His eyes set on Draco's closed eyes and down to his lips. He missed his kisses more than ever. To be this close up to his lips and not be able to kiss them, that was truly unfair. He drew nearer and nearer until his lips landed softly on Draco's. Harry opened his eyes to find a pair of eyes staring back at him. He felt arms close around his waist and lips correspond to his.

Draco cursed himself for this…and while he was at it he cursed Harry for it too.

He nudged Harry away. "Good evening to you too, Potter."

So...how was it?...Well comment please even if its to tell me it sux or if it doesn't. Or even to say Doby's sock.

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See ya next month. =D -Vash