This one is a hell of a lot longer than usual. Anyway, I hope this is suitable.

"You've done all of your homework?"

"Yes."

"You've packed everything?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Draco, I'm completely sure," Harry said slowly, not looking at the blonde boy who was pacing back and forth in front of him. "Calm down. It will be fine."

"You haven't even gone anywhere yet and I miss you already," Draco whined, finally throwing himself down on the bed. "Why do you have to go? It's safe here, not at bloody Hogwarts. They can get you there."

"Draco…"Harry whispered, crawling over to the blonde and laying his head on his stomach. "They can't. Dumbledore will be there, and anywhere that Dumbledore is at is the safest place for me. I have to go, I'm sorry."

"I know you have to go," Draco said softly. "I would just feel better about this if you were her with me, not away at some school where anyone could just walk up and curse you. Couldn't you just have Hermione and Ron tell everyone that…that you transferred or something?"

Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to Draco's chest. "I'll write you every day, love. I'll be home every weekend and I will think of nothing but you. Is that fixated enough?"

Draco swatted the Gryffindor's head. "I resent that. Fine, Remus and I will have so much fun it won't even be funny. And I won't lose a wink of sleep worrying about your well-being. So there."

"And Snape and I will do the same," Harry retorted. "Speaking of that great, slimy prat, has he come back?"

"No," Draco said, ignoring the 'slimy prat' comment. "But he sent a letter saying he'll be by bright and early tomorrow morning to get you. Remus is sure something is wrong, but Severus won't say."

"But Dumbledore's back," Harry said quickly, not sure if he was assuring himself or Draco more. "He'll know what to do. It will be fine, Draco. As soon as Dumbledore tells me what is going on, I'll tell you."

Draco nodded sullenly. "But if Dumbledore ends up getting you hurt, I swear I'll kill the bastard."

Harry smirked in a nearly Draco-like way and said, with a shrug, "It's to be expected."

Dumbledore had finally awoken. He was unable to stand, so he had, instead, crawled over and leaned against one of the damp stone walls that encased him. Blinking dried blood and dirt out of his eyes, a shadowy figure came in to focus outside of his cell. Narrowing his eyes, he croaked, "Why, so nice to see you, Tom. It's been a while. How have you been?"

Voldemort smiled acidly as he waved his wand, the cell door springing open to admit him. "Always one for idle chit-chat, Dumbledore. I hate to disappoint you, but it's not going to work on me anymore. I have a proposition."

"I'll spare you the wasted breath and decline now," Dumbledore said softly. "I'm quite sure I will find your 'proposition' most unappealing. I find most of the things you do most unappealing, come to think."

Voldemort's face visibly tightened. "I believe you'll want to hear this one out, old man. You see, no one knows you are missing. No one. As a matter of fact, I'm sure that no one is looking for you and no one is worrying about your well-being."

"Who took the Polyjuice?" Dumbledore hissed, studying the reptilian man standing in front of him.

Voldemort's thin smile widened and he pressed his long fingers together. "What I need from you, old man, is answers."

"I will not willingly give you anything," Dumbledore said in a voice much more cheery than his face.

"I know," the Dark Lord replied before pulling a small, empty phial from his pocket. "That's why it is good to have a Potions Master on your side."

"Yes it is," Dumbledore agreed. "But I wonder, where did you find one?"

Voldemort laughed. It was an unpleasant, dry sound, almost like someone rubbing two sheets of sandpaper together. "So naïve, Dumbledore. Severus supplied me with a bottle of Veritaserum. He has assured me that a few drops will suffice, but I took the liberty of administering the entire bottle to you whilst you were unconscious. You will answer any question I ask you correctly, won't you?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said grudgingly.

"You know where Draco Malfoy is, don't you?" Voldemort said icily, kneeling in front of Dumbledore, his crimson eyes narrowed to slits.

The Headmaster seemed to battle with himself for a long moment, his usually-twinkling blue eyes dull. Finally he hissed, "Yes," through clenched teeth.

"Excellent. He's with Harry Potter, is he not?" Voldemort pressed, enjoying the obvious conflict showing on Dumbledore's face.

The old man nodded jerkily, then quickly leaned over, expelling the entire contents of his stomach. Through retches he said, "An overdose of Veritaserum will make anyone sick, Tom. And, oddly enough, when you don't have it in your body anymore it loses its effect."

Voldemort stood and backed away, disgust and fury on his face. "It has been in your system long enough to still hold some effect. You're lying."

"I've been administered Truth Serum entirely too often for it to have any effect on me," Dumbledore said with the shake of a head. "I'm not telling you anything willingly."

"And if I were to say I have a pair of loyal Death Eaters positioned inside your school and they are only awaiting my word to start murdering your beloved, innocent students?"

Dumbledore, for the first time, showed fear on his face. "The students are…are back?"

"They will be tonight," Voldemort retorted, the sick smile back on his face. "They are coming back to a welcoming, safe environment with Headmaster Dumbledore protecting them all. They'll all be back as well, except for possibly young Malfoy. I'm sure that Harry Potter will seek the council of Professor Dumbledore, as well. He really does trust you, doesn't he?"

Dumbledore squeezed his eyes shut. "Dear Merlin, what have I done?"

Voldemort only laughed.

"Three left," Harry said, tracing the remaining three bottles of numbered potions with his fingers, palming the first.

"Lay it on me Potter," Draco said with a grin, holding out a hand to receive the first of the potions. Taking it and drinking it slowly he was hit with the sudden feeling of someone squeezing his eyes. He tried not to scream, but it was hard. After what seemed forever the pressure subsided, leaving Draco's eyes aching and a fuzzy red mist mingling with the darkness that was his vision.

"What happened?" Harry said hesitantly. He always used the same tone when asking Draco what the effect of the potion was. It was as if he were afraid to ask, but hopeful that it was something positive. Draco hated to hear this voice and then tell Harry that there was no sight, no improvement, and no nothing. He hated to let the Gryffindor down like that.

"It felt like my eyes were going to explode from pressure," Draco said flatly. That was the most accurate description he could come up with. True to what Remus had told them to do Harry this down word for word. They were both sure that Severus had enough on his mind and unhelpful descriptions would just add to the irritation.

Harry bit his lip and handed the next bottle to Draco hesitantly. "Just…just a moment. Don't take it yet. Listen, we don't have to do this if it hurts you too much. I'll just tell Snape that he can shove the remaining potions up his arse and crawl back into his cave like a good little vermin. Just…just say so."

Draco wrinkled his nose and said, "Its fine, love. There are only two left. They can't be any worse than that last one, I can assure you. Has it been long enough yet?"

Harry glanced down at his wristwatch and sighed. "Yes. Take it, if you must."

Draco grinned and downed the potion. After a moment he laughed, rolling the empty phial between his hands.

"What? Did it work? Can you see? What happened? What did it do?" Harry said in one breath, watching Draco shake with laughter.

The blonde took a few gulps of air and stammered, "It…it was Butterbeer. Just Butterbeer. I'm sure Severus thought I would need it by now. Smart man."

"Since when?" Harry muttered to himself and wrote a rather rude comment on the piece of parchment he had listed all the effects on. "It's probably safe to say that you don't have to wait five minutes for the next one. Here. Take it so I can watch your eyes fall out or something. I swear he is trying to kill you."

"He's trying to help me," Draco said as he snatched the last phial from Harry's hand. "Why do you hate Severus so much anyway?"

"Because old habits die hard," Harry said. "Now take the stupid potion."

"Fine," Draco snapped, downing the last potion quickly. The effect was instantaneous.

He…he could see. Well, in all actuality he couldn't see, not in the most literal sense of the word, but he could make out fuzzy images. It was almost like he was looking through a black silk screen. He could see everything; it was just dark and fuzzy.

"Harry, I can see you. Fuck…" he said softly, blinking his eyes repeatedly. Harry was there staring at him owlishly, his hair as messy and unkempt as ever. Everything was exactly as Draco remembered in his mind's eye, from the horrible spectacles to the startling green eyes that were sparkling with a smile.

But just as Draco focused on Harry, he started to fade away. He squinted as the image in front of him grew darker and darker until Harry faded back into the darkness. He thought he could feel tears sliding down his cheeks, but he couldn't be sure. He was still in a state of shock. "I…I could see you. You're just as I remembered…so beautiful…"

"I'll leave that last part out of the report," Harry said with a blushing smile. He knew that Draco knew he was embarrassed, but he couldn't seem to find the power to care. "Maybe this will help him find a potion, prove he's good for something," Harry said as he folded the parchment and set it on the bedside table. Now, let's snog."

"I should probably clean my teeth," Draco said. "My mouth tastes really lovely right now, I'm sure. I'll be right back."

Harry watched the blonde climb off the bed. Sighing, he said, "Alright, but when you get back we are definitely snogging."

Draco didn't reply. All Harry heard was a snigger from the loo.

Remus was pleasantly surprised by Hermione's willpower. Not only did she have the patience to sit calmly in a room while Remus fidgeted uncontrollably for hours on end, but she somehow possessed the coveted ability to completely tune him out. If only he had learned to do that when Sirius was around, it would have saved him many a pointless fight.

For some reason it didn't hurt nearly as bad to think about Sirius now that he had Severus. Sirius. Just the name brought a tear to his eye and a smile to his heart. He had loved Sirius, that much was true, and Sirius had loved him in turn.

They were together for a very long time, minus the years Sirius had been in Azkaban. Remus remembered the night that Sirius, soaking wet, had showed up at the door to his flat, shivering all the way down to the core. It had been just after he had resigned from Hogwarts. Sirius had stopped by on his way out of town. Remus had been scared for the man's life, but Sirius didn't care.

Sirius had just smiled that smile that had always melted Remus' heart and said, "I missed you, Moony. So much."

And Remus had melted just like every time before.

A brief visit turned into a week, which turned into all summer. Remus was expecting the Ministry to burst in at any moment, but they never did, not even with a Hippogriff in the back gardens.

Sirius had been his lover for such a long time that he wasn't sure he could love again. He was sure that Sirius had been his mate. He knew that for his heart to hurt so much he could hardly breathe, that Sirius had to be the one. The only one. After much research he decided that this was nearly impossible, since he had been able to move, think, and function without Sirius being there.

It was hard, but it wasn't the end. There was still that bit of hope inside of him that someone would come along and be able to fill the gaping hole in his heart that was ripped out when Sirius died.

Severus, although not a perfect fit, filled most of the hole. There were still moments when he ached for Sirius, but they were becoming fewer and far between.

He realized that throughout his musings he had stopped tapping. Apparently, so had Hermione. "What were you thinking about?"

Deciding that it would probably be easier to just tell the truth than to lie to her, he said, "Sirius."

She nodded. Remus found it odd that one word could explain everything, but not unlikely. It explained it all.

Hermione snapped her book shut and stood. "Well, I had better go pack, I've got things strewn everywhere. I'll cook dinner later, alright?"

Remus nodded and said, "Alright, Hermione. I'll see you later."

Hermione smiled warmly, taking a few long strides to the door. She turned back and said, "I'm glad you're happy, Remus. With…with Professor Snape, I mean."

Remus twirled the quill, broken from all his tapping, between his fingers. He grinned at her and said, quite plainly, "So am I."

Dinner had been a quiet, intimate affair. Draco was reminded of the last time he had eaten a dinner prepared by Hermione, and had to snicker. He half-expected to be hit with a dinner roll, but one never came. He also made certain that he was using the right side of the knife to cut up his food.

After the dishes had been cleaned up, good-nights had been exchanged, and everyone had disappeared to their respective rooms, it hit Draco all at once that this time tomorrow, he would be alone. Harry would be gone. It took everything he had not to cry.

Draco didn't even realize that Harry had pushed him down onto the bed until his shirt was half-gone. "W…what are you doing?"

"The conga," Harry said sarcastically. "I'm taking your shirt off, what do you think I'm doing? I've got a surprise for you."

Draco rolled his eyes, letting his arms fall into place around Harry's waist. "What's the surprise?"

"I, my lovely, am going to read your goose bumps," Harry said matter-of-factly, blowing long streams of cold hair over Draco's skin.

"In order to do that you would have to know Braille," Draco said slowly, as if explaining reason to a small child. "That is something you have yet to learn."

"I've learned," the Gryffindor replied. "That's what I've been doing all week. I thought would be a good…surprise. You wanted me to do it, and I could never deny you anything."

Draco was, again, overwhelmed with the feeling that he was going to cry. "T…thank you. You've no idea how much this means to me. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Harry said in a tone that suggested that Draco was daft to ever think that Harry wouldn't learn. "Now, remember when I said that we could do anything you wanted tonight?"

Draco's eyes slid shut as he felt Harry press their hips together. All Draco could manage was a weak, "Yeah…I seem to recall that conversation."

Harry gently scraped his nails down Draco's chest, eliciting a shuttering gasp from the blonde. "Good. Now, I'm true to my word. We are going to do whatyou want to do."

"Anything?" Draco said slowly, tugging Harry closer.

"Yeah," Harry whimpered.

"So…if I said I wanted to…say…recite poetry, we would do it?"

"I…That's not what I meant and you bloody well know it," Harry groaned, pressing a kiss to Draco's collarbone before pulling his own shirt off. "I meant…I don't want to say. You know."

"If you can't say it then you don't need to be doing it," the blonde chuckled.

"I can say it," Harry argued. "I meant…sexually…" He tried his very best to keep the blush out of his voice. Unfortunately, judging by Draco's knowing smirk, he failed.

"Do you have any idea how completely odd that word sounds coming out of your mouth?" Draco snickered, feeling Harry settle back on his thighs and pressing the palms of his hands firmly against Draco's stomach.

"W…what?" Harry said in the same mortified tone.

"Sexually," Draco answered smoothly, hooking his index fingers in the front of Harry's trousers and pulling him back on top of him, in the process unfastening the button. "You've never said anything that even hinted at the fact that you are a sexual being before. Say it again."

"I don't want…" Harry began, but was interrupted as he felt Draco drag his trouser zipper down. "D…Draco what are you…?"

"Oh would you just stop arguing with me and say it?" Draco said as he slipped his hands down the back of Harry's trousers, bringing the worn fabric down as he slid the palms of his hands lower and lower. "Sexually. Sexual. Sex…"

"Why does it would right when you say it?" Harry breathed, pressing a trail of kisses along the blonde's throat, pleasantly surprised when he felt his hands gently grasp his arse.

"Doesn't matter, just say it," Draco gasped, his eyes fluttering open. He didn't waste any time wishing he could see, he just wished that Harry would just keep touching him. "Please?" He added, not sure if it would matter much.

Harry smirked against Draco's neck. "Reduced to begging, are me?" Harry said with a laugh. Harry peeled off Draco's jeans, carefully avoiding the area he was sure Draco wanted him to touch the most.

"Yes," Draco said flatly. Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, Draco allowed his fingers to roam over the vast expanse of Harry's skin. They blazed a trail up slightly muscled arms, over tensed shoulders, and finally coming to rest on pursed lips. "Say it now, so I can see you. And relax, you're tense."

The Gryffindor grinned and nipped the pad of Draco's finger gently. "I'm tense because I'm nervous. I'm more nervous than I've ever been, and I've faced a bloody dragon. I just don't want to fuck this up, you know?"

"Yes," Draco said slowly, pulling Harry so close that their chests were pressed flush. "I don't want to fuck it up either. Now, you said we could do what I want, so I want you to say the word 'sex'. Just…humour me."

"Fine," Harry huffed. "Sex. Are you happy?"

"I don't think you could have said that in a tone less alluring than that. You can do better. Try again."

"Wooing you was never part of the deal, I don't think…"

"DO IT!" Draco said through clenched teeth.

Harry rolled his hips and said, "Fine. Ssseeeeexxxxx."

Draco snorted and said, "Never mind. You're useless, you know that? Good for absolutely no…oh, do that again."

Harry smirked to himself and said, "That's what I thought. So, can I stop saying it and we can just do it?"

"Fine."

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"Would you like me to butter your muffin for you?"

Harry lifted his head from the table with a yawn. "What?"

Remus lifted a butter-coated knife and a muffin. "Would you like me to butter your muffin for you?"

"N…no," Harry said slowly, laying his head back on the table. "I'll butter my own muffin."

"Tired?" The werewolf said, trying his very hardest not to smile.

In all actuality, 'tired' was an understatement. A gross understatement. Harry was under the distinct impression that he would probably have been less tired if he had never went to sleep. He had spared Draco the torture and left him sleeping. He would go and say a quick goodbye as soon as Severus arrived to pick him up.

Remus had insisted on preparing breakfast, partly because of his anxiety about Harry leaving and partly because of his anxiety about seeing Severus again. He had prepared an excess of food, and neither of them were eating. Harry assumed that Draco would be having breakfast later.

There was a bit of commotion in the front room and Harry knew that the Potions Master had arrived to take him and Hermione to London. He was to meet up with Ron, Ginny, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley at the Leaky Cauldron, where Snape would leave them. So, in short, it was a hand-off.

"I'll go fetch Hermione," Harry said wearily, sliding out of his chair and thumping up the stairs.

Remus watched Harry go, and then returned to staring at his breakfast.

He could smell Severus approaching before he could see him. Closing his eyes he anxiously awaited his voice, his touch, his mere presence.

"Hello," he heard the man say from the doorway in an awkward tone.

"Oh, hi love," Remus said as nonchalantly as possible. He wasn't entirely sure if he sounded nonchalant or like he was in extreme pain. "Come have some breakfast."

Severus strode in and dropped into the seat Harry had vacated. Remus poured him a cup of tea and offered him a muffing, which was received gratefully. "Thanks."

Remus nodded, returning to the delicate task of winning a staring match with his plate. "So…" he began, wanting to ask so many questions but starting with the most vital. "How is Dumbledore? Did he tell you where he's been for so long?"

Severus cradled his cup and shook his head. "He said nothing about it to me. He probably won't ever tell me anything, he probably thinks I don't need to know. It would make everything a lot easier, but no, he has to keep things secret. Typical Dumbledore."

"Yes, that does seem to be his preferred tactic," Remus mused. "He only seems to use it on the ones who need the information the most, like you and Harry."

"Well, unlike Potter," the Potions Master said in the gentlest tone he could manage while talking about Harry, "I don't throw temper tantrums and break things."

"You just whine," Remus added, amused when Severus nodded grudgingly.

"Ah, breakfast!" Came the entirely too shrill voice of Hermione as she practically skipped into the kitchen. "I'm completely famished. I've been up since half-four trying to organize my trunk well enough so I can fit all my things in. I think I'll just ask Harry if he's got any room to spare. I'm quite sure he does, but…Professor Snape, could you possibly pass the raspberry jam?"

The aforementioned man took a break from his systematic mix of massaging his temples and grinding his teeth to pass Hermione the raspberry jam. All at once he came to two conclusions: One, that Hermione Granger was in no need of more sugar and two, that the afternoon trade-off couldn't come any sooner.

Shortly afterward he wondered how in this godforsaken world he get corralled into babysitting the Boy-Who-Lived and his frizzy little friend.

And then Remus smiled, and he was starkly reminded. It was all the effing werewolf's fault.

Glancing at his watch, Severus grumbled, "Where is Potter? We should leave soon if we are going to remain on schedule. We have to travel the Muggle was to remain low key."

Hermione halted smearing jam on her second bit of toast and said, "He was going to say goodbye to Draco."

Remus sighed deeply just as Snape dramatically rolled his eyes. "So what," he snarled, "We'll be even later and I'll be stuck with your enlightening presence for longer than absolutely necessary?"

Hermione spooned more jam onto her toast. "That would be a fair assumption, Professor."

Remus tried, and failed miserably, to bite back his laughter.

-

"Draco?"

"Stop it, I'm trying to sleep. Just come back to bed."

Harry crawled on top of the blonde, laying his head on his chest. "We're leaving in a bit, but I thought you might want to say goodbye to me. I guess I was wrong."

"You suffocating me, you prat," Draco grumbled. "I very well can't bit you farewell if I'm dead, now can I?"

"So youdo want to say goodbye to me? You want me to leave?" Harry said in the most wounded tone he could manage.

"Of course I want you to leave," Draco yawned. "That way I can wank again."

Harry pressed a kiss to Draco's naked chest. "But when I'm here you don't have to wank. I'll do it for you."

"I was joking," Draco said softly. "I don't want you to leave. I'm going to be all alone in this smelly old house with nothing to do."

Harry glanced up into Draco's face and he had a memory of Sirius complaining of the same thing. Harry hoped to Merlin that Draco would be smart enough not to leave.

At this point, he wasn't sure. "I'll come back every weekend and every break. I'll even drag you along to Christmas at Ron's house."

"Sounds fun," Draco wheezed, "Now get off me."

Harry wiggled as he felt Draco pinch a bit of skin through his shirt. "Stop, and I only get off if you promise to get up and come downstairs. I want to make a spectacle of snogging you in front of everyone." He twitched again as he felt another pinch.

"Hey love," Draco said as he pinched Harry again, "If I keep pinching you will you keep wiggling?"

"Bloody pervert," Harry laughed. "You don't want me to get off of you; you want me to get you off! Unbelievable!"

Draco chuckled and smoothed a hand down Harry's back. "I can't help it that you enjoy throwing yourself on top of me and wiggling around. I must say that this is one of the better mornings of my life."

"It's because I'm here," the Gryffindor said and kissed Draco's chest again. "Okay, if I keep wiggling will you get out of bed so I can take you downstairs and snog you for show?"

"As long as I can clean my teeth and body first."

"Just so long as you are quick about it."

"But I…"

"We are leaving soon; we don't have that much time."

Draco fell silent, wrapping a naked leg around Harry's bum and saying, "We had better get cracking then, eh?"

Harry didn't reply.

"Oh for Merlin's sake, would the bloody boy come on?" Snape grumbled, checking his watch for what seemed the millionth time. "We are going to be late!"

Hermione plopped down onto her trunk and sighed. "I'm sure he's coming. Draco was probably slow to get up."

Remus raised his eyebrows but said nothing. Instead, he sidled in next to Severus and grasped his hand.

The Potions Master looked over to the werewolf then down to their intertwined hands. His own pale, spindly fingers looked odd next to Remus'.

"Will you please go and see what is taking them so long Hermione?" Remus said conversationally, his eyes not leaving Severus' face.

"Of course Remus," Hermione said, "But if I walk in on something I would rather not see, I will hurt you. Repeatedly and relentlessly. Be warned."

"Knock first," Severus supplied futilely as Hermione began her ascent up the stairs.

Remus snickered and pulled Snape into a hug. "I missed you so much. Don't ever go so long without writing again, you understand. I'll cut you."

"I couldn't very well write you, I was with the Dark Lord," Severus said gently, hugging Remus back nevertheless. "And before you ask, he Obliviated me. I don't remember anything. He has something though, he has a plan. You and Draco need to be extremely careful. I mean it. Donot leave. Under any circumstance."

"Not even if our neighbours are having a fabulous cocktail party?" Remus said with a chuckle, but when Severus didn't laugh he said, "Relax. It was a joke. We won't leave. Y…you'll come here though, right?"

There was a deep sigh from Severus and he said, quite stiffly, "When I can. I'll be busy, but…I'll come. I promise."

"Good."

Remus pulled away and pressed a kiss on Severus' lips.

"All right, all right, we are coming down so make sure you lot are decent," Draco's cranky voice sounded from the stairwell and there sounded exaggerated, stomping footsteps. "It's took bloody early to wake up. I don't know whose brilliant idea this was…"

"Stop whining Malfoy," Hermione's harried voice replied, and the peal of laughter that followed was uniquely Harry's.

Hermione and Harry appeared first, toting Harry's trunk between the two of them. Draco followed at a bit of a distant, both hands outstretched and gliding down the walls.

Upon reaching the landing, Draco said, "Talk, Snape. I need to find you and slap you for leaving me here so long with bloody Gryffindors."

"I find it hard to believe that you were heartbroken," Severus drawled, grinning nonetheless as Draco approached him both with caution and determination. Upon finding him, he wrapped him into a tight hug.

Severus couldn't remember when he had been embraced so much in one day.

"Here's the list of the potions effects, sir," Harry said softly, handing the older man the list he had made. He lifted his chin defiantly as Snape reviewed Harry's scrawling handwriting. "One of them worked."

"Excellent. I'll see what I can do to improve on it. Good work, Potter."

Harry was surprised when God himself didn't descend from the sky and strike the lot of them dead. He didn't, however, and Harry proceeded to thank Snape for the compliment.

"Well, we had better get on our way. We need to make up for lost time. Potter, help Granger with her trunk. Remus, would you be so kind as to help me with Potter's?"

Remus nodded and lifted Harry's trunk as Draco said, "I'll just wait here. I'm not allowed to leave. I've been told numerous times."

They loaded the trunks in record time. They were back in the house in less than five minutes, everyone saying their goodbyes. Harry pressed his forehead against Draco's and said, "I'll write you as soon as I get there, I promise. I'll see you this weekend, yeah?"

"Alright," Draco whispered, pressing his eyes closed. "Is it wrong that I miss you already?"

"Course not," Harry chuckled. "I'm a loveable guy. If it is any consolation, I miss you too."

"Good."

Harry smoothed his hand down the side of Draco's face and sighed. "It's time for our extremely sloppy theatrical kiss now. Thought I would warn you."

"Thanks," Draco started to say, but his words were interrupted as Harry pressed his lips against his and he instantly reacted to the kiss, melting into it and nearly collapsing. Harry seemed to be memorizing him and his taste and his feel so he could remember when he thought he had forgotten. Draco was quite sure it would be impossible for him to forget this moment.

When Harry finally pulled away, panting, Draco could swear he felt tears lacing his own eyelashes. But he wasn't crying. Damn it, he was not crying.

And then Harry left. He couldn't feel him anymore. His heart broke.

All was silent until he heard, softly and in a thoroughly shattered voice, "Goodbye."

"Bye."

Draco wasn't sure who said it until he felt his lips move. He had said it.

And he felt Remus' hand slip into his as he heard the taxi drive away.

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