I listened to Over My Head by the Fray while writing, so you might want to get an idea of the chappie by listening to that song.

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This is the penultimate chapter. Next to last. Pretty goddamn eptastic, ne? Okay, here's the thing: I've got two bonus chapters that I want to write, and the eptastic last one. So, I think we should have a contest. Whoever wins the contest gets to read my bonus chapters and the last chapter first. If you have ideas, send me a message please. Don't tell me in reviews.

Well, here it is.

Seeing Harry after he had mistreated him so badly was painful to Draco. Physically painful. All he wanted to do was kiss him again, but something had to be said for taking it slow. And christ, it didn't help that Harry was so attractive. He was perfect in every way, and Malfoy couldn't help himself from walking over to him. Ron and Hermione looked at each other, then nodded and departed. Harry looked at him, wide eyed. "I didn't think you'd come." He whispered. Draco sighed, running his fingers through his blonde hair. "Neither did I. We need to talk. On the balcony?" Harry nodded, going to take his hand, then thinking better of it and drawing back.

Draco stepped out into the cold night air, breathing it in. It pierced his lungs, but it felt good. He took a few more, to clear his head, then spoke: "It's a nice night, isn't it?" Harry muttered a quiet yes, then turned away. "C'mon, Harry. What's wrong?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "This is not what I expected, Malfoy. This is not how I ever expected things to turn out."

"That doesn't have to be a bad thing, Harry." Draco said quietly. "I didn't expect to fall in love with you at all." Harry flushed slightly at the word love, but got his bearings and whipped around. "I'm tired of you thinking that you can step on me! I'm tired of you taking me for granted! I'm tired of being hurt! But most of all, I hate people leaving! And you were going to, you almost did!" He yelled, tears coming to his green eyes. "You played these sick and twisted games with me, and I'm sorry to say it, but I liked them! I liked you! And you- you lied to me. You lied. You said that you love me. Twice now. You lied, and I hate you. So just leave me alone, and go back to your father." He whispered, the power leaving him. "Just leave me. It's not what you want, and it's not what I want, but I think it's best."

The words physically hurt Draco. "I'm not lying, Harry." He touched Harry's shoulder. "I swear that I'm not."

"Why." Draco rested his head on Harry's back, feeling his back move as he asked the question. "Why did you fall in love with me. I want to know." Draco sighed. "Harry James Potter. Why did I fall in love with Harry James Potter." He drew back and sat down, and Harry sat beside him, head in hands. "Because you eat your pancakes funny. You cut them into pieces, and you put them around the edge, and then you dip them in the syrup in the middle."

"I fell in love with you because you would kill to get Ron and Hermione to go on a date. Because you care about them." He wasn't having a hard time telling Harry this. Each and every word he was speaking were the truest he ever had. "I fell in love with you because you are painfully attractive and you don't know it." He put his hand on Harry's knee, and although he could tell that Harry wanted to jerk it back, he let it stay. "I fell in love with you because you secretly like Abba and you'd never admit it."

Harry put his hand over Draco's. "I fell in love with you because you're so cute when you're trying to remember something." Draco stroked his hair, kissing the top.

"But most of all." He paused. "Most of all, I fell in love with you because you need me. And I want to be there. To protect you. To protect you from people who want to hurt you. I want to save you. I want to be your family. I want-" He cupped Harry's head in his hands, looking into his eyes.

"Harry. I just- I just want you. That's all I need, that's all I'll ever want. So.. you can walk out of here, but I think you know- that I'll never do anything to hurt you again. Because- because I love you more than anyone else in th-" Draco's words were cut off by a pair of lips. Harry's. It wasn't a sweet and simple kiss, but they weren't making out either.

It was somewhere... something in between.

Harry drew back first. "Wow-" Draco breathed. Harry giggled, resting his head against Draco's. "Yeah." Draco laughed. "I don't think I've ever been happier in my entire life." He said softly, stroking Harry's hair. "Me neither, heh."

Harry looked up the night sky. A song playing over the speakers found their way to the couple, twisting around them. "Draco?" "Yes, Harry?" "I think I've found it."

"What have you found, love?"

"Someone worth living for." He turned to Draco. "I was going to kill myself, you know. I was. My friends can only do so much. I was going to. But you found me, and I found someone who would comfort me. Someone to understand me and love me. And it was you." He squeezed his hand.

"It's you, it's always been you. Because- I have to say it now, don't I? Because, well, I love you. You're weird and secretive and sometimes mean, but I love you anyways. And isn't that what it's all about? Loving someone in spite of what happens, because of what they do to you." Draco realized that the song was Coldplay, and it was...

Nobody said it was easy.

Draco smiled. "I fell in love with you during this song." He said softly. "And he speaks the truth, ne?" Harry nodded. "It's not easy, but it's worth the effort." He rested his head on Draco's shoulder.

"Care to dance?"

But no-one ever said it would be so hard...

I'm going back to the start.

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By the way, the way that Harry eats pancakes is the same as my brother. My brother also holds a secret love for Abba. It's adorable to hear him singing Dancing Queen then try to cover it up. And I'm not in love with my older brother, so get cher minds out of the gutter.