A/N: Well, I haven't updated in a looong time, simply because I lost interest and Draco in reality really has no guts, but I'm continuing because a reviewer of mine asked me to. Might as well…there are a few chapters left until this fic is over anyways. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and please do review ;)

Chapter 13: Show me Love

After Harry's confession, the two men stayed quiet and still, listening to each other breathe; as they both lay there, Draco wasn't sure what he heard more – the beating of his own heart or Harry's sighs beside his ear but, no matter how awkward their position was, Draco found that he was strangely comfortable with the weight on his chest. He realized that he was warmer now than in any other time he was in the Mansion. Not even the layers of fur blankets in the guest room he stayed in left him feeling content as he was now. Yet, despite his desire to stay as he was, Draco was not sure how to deal with the situation. Moved by anxiety, Draco spoke.

"Potter…this is awkward," Draco mumbled, turning his head to face Harry beside him. What Draco expected was a remark from a stern face, but it never came. In place, Draco saw instead a pair of closed eyes, an eased expression, and the faint sounds of a small snore. Draco was genuinely too startled to react in anyway. Who falls asleep after a confession?

"Hey, Potter…!" Draco called out slightly louder than before, but the other man didn't respond. Wiggling out from under Harry's body so that the two were parallel from each other, Draco waited; when nothing happened, the blonde was convinced that the other man was completely knocked out, and took the chance to observe Harry's profile.

Draco never cared to wonder about the other expressions that Harry might've had, and since they constantly fought, Draco could only remember Harry's angry and bitter face. Though there were rare occasions when Harry broke out into a smile, it was only directed to people he was fond of. Times like that made Draco envious and so, something as simple as Harry's sleeping face, was the next best thing Draco could hope for.

As Draco continued to stare at Harry laying beside him, he slowly became more anxious, and for the first time in a while – unconfident. Reminding himself that he was within Harry's care while Voldemort was still out there doing who knows what, unsettled Draco and frustrated him. He thought when will it be time to really go through with exacting his revenge on Voldemort? When did he plan on leaving Harry and the others in the Black Mansion and move on in life? Or did he really have to leave at all?

Crunching his brows together, Draco huffed and sat up, still looking at Harry. According to the situation the two were in now, it was only a temporary condition. The thought of serving his purpose (to provide information about Voldemort), compelled Draco to do the opposite. After doing what was expected of him, would Harry go back to the way he treated him before? Would Hermione and Ron break all ties with him as well? The questions and doubts that plagued the blonde multiplied like a virus and before he knew it, Draco was on his feet feeling more agitated by the second. He paced around the room, but never actually tried to leave; his eyes continuously darted back to the bed where Harry laid unconsciously.

He loves me…Draco thought as he slumped into a chair beside the bed. His fear of being rejected by the one man he unexpectedly became too fond of, turned out to be just a silly notion. As Draco watched Harry sleep, his cheeks were tinted a slight shade of pink and he averted his attention instead to the pendant he still had in his hand. Draco felt suddenly calm as his senses were pervaded by the warmth the pendant emitted in his palm. His heart felt at ease for once. Then, for the first time, Draco wondered why the pendant changed temperatures.

He examined the pendant he bought for his ex-girlfriend (but which was returned in the early chapters), saw the way light reflected on its smooth sapphire surface, and thought "what a pretty useless thing." Draco only carried it as a reminder that someone had once loved him. Having it returned to him when it was meant to be a gift out of his rare goodwill, left a bitterness in Draco's chest, but he did not feel that now. Only tranquility filled his heart and eased his mind; however, it made him realize there were questions left unanswered behind the pendant. After all, it wasn't he who received the pendant directly from its owner when it was returned – it was Harry who had given it to him; it was Harry who told him that Pansy did not want to be with him anymore and thus, she had no use of the pendant.

But, was it all true?

Suddenly doubtful, Draco stood up and shook Harry awake. "Potter…Potter, you little incessant prick! Get up!" Draco almost shouted.

Harry woke with a slow start and blinked up at Draco. "What are you shouting for?" Taking in deep breaths, he moved to sit up and leaned against the backboard of the bed. Then he looked at Draco feeling slightly disappointed. "I thought I would at least wake up with you beside me…"he muttered, but Draco overpowered his voice.

"Tell me Potter, since you're the one who returned this to me," Draco began, "what did Pansy really say to you when she gave this to you?" The blonde man raised the pendant so it swayed in front of Harry's face. "You told me she said something along the lines that she wanted nothing more to do with me – is that true?" Draco demanded.

The silent reply confirmed that Harry, indeed, was holding out on Draco and this revelation angered the blonde man. Withdrawing the pendant from Harry's face, Draco could barely contain his fury when he asked, "What did she really say?"

Harry looked away when he replied with a quiet voice, "…She said she would be waiting for you."

Another silent session ensued, mostly because Draco was dumbfounded by the simplicity of the truth while Harry waited for his response. Shifting his feet, Draco's anger dissolved into confusion as he asked, "Why would you lie to me about that Potter?"

Draco watched as the dark-haired man rubbed the back of his neck while a small frown creased his forehead. Taking a deep breath and finally making contact with Draco's eyes, Harry admitted, "Actually, I didn't know why either at first…I saw the look on your face when I was going to give it to you. You seemed surprised and relieved by it, even happy in a way."

"…And what's wrong with that?"

Harry stared at Draco. "Nothing actually, just that it was a woman bringing that look to your face."

The blonde was taken back but Harry grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him closer until he was half on top of Harry, his feet still touching the ground. "Don't look so shocked Malfoy," Harry murmured. "I can be jealous sometimes, can't I? I wanted to crush any kind of hope you had with Pansy. Need I say more?"

"Dumbass! You had no idea what I went through because you told me that!" Draco retorted as he tried pushing himself away. He felt a little happy, a little embarrassed, and little bit angry, but mostly happy.

Harry wouldn't let him go though. "Oh, really?" said Harry with a smirk. Then without warning, he hauled the other man over the side of the bed and flattened him against the mattress. The blonde's heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest as he looked up into Harry's hovering face. "Tell me about it," Harry murmured smiling. "I'd like to hear about how you fell in love with me."

Draco's face flushed red in an instant. "Who said anything about that?" the blonde shouted and pushed Harry away with the hand that held the pendant.

"But didn't you?" Harry asked touching the hand pressed firmly against his chest. Prying it carefully away from him, Harry then continued, "Didn't your heart beat just a little faster when you saw me? Didn't you feel your gut roll when you were close to me?"

The blonde couldn't take his eyes away from Harry, even as the raven-haired man's palm pressed tightly into his own and pinned his hand down beside his head. Draco felt the scorching hotness of the mineral between their two palms, but it didn't hurt him one bit. In fact, it was like the stone was melting into him. The sound of breathing could only be heard in the silence that ensued. Draco was embarrassed by Harry's earnest confession, but what he said was all true.

"You gonna leave me hanging like this, huh, Malfoy?" Harry asked in a low voice, and leaned down until their chests almost touched.

Draco's breath hitched at their close proximity. "I feel that and more," Draco muttered out grudgingly trying to sink into the mattress. "I can't think straight sometimes. I feel numb sometimes. I don't know what to do most times," said Draco glancing at Harry. Yes, Draco felt it all, the symptoms of being in love, but he was still scarred, still unsure. Was Harry doing this only for the mission? Was he only playing with Draco only for the information? Was Harry –

"Set your mind at ease Malfoy," Harry said straightening himself sighing, but he still held on to Draco's hand encouragingly. Glancing down and giving a half-smile, he said, "I won't turn away from you."

Draco sat up. "Show me you won't," he quietly demanded. Show me you love me, he thought unconsciously. Automatically, Draco's fingers tightened around his Harry's own as he stared expectantly at the man before him.

Harry smirked. "Don't mind if I do," he said leaning forward and kissing Draco.