Hey everyone,

I'm not even sure how long I made you guys wait, so sorry if it was long -.- It's been crazy for me lately, I'm working like crazy but I'm spending all my money on buying gifts and stuff for people back in brazil so I kinda..don't have food at the moment o.o and am living off of my last cigarettes. I spend most of my time working and when I finally have time for myself I have to call home, answer emails, upload pictures and what not. Also I'm spending loads of writing time on the upcoming Remmy-Siri fic I already told you guys about. Anyway here's the next chapter :)

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"Hey, Harry" the bushy haired witch greeted when she looked up and caught him coming in. "Wow, you're really early today. Did Snape actually let you guys go earlier just because it was Friday?" she asked frowning. It didn't sound like something their potions' master would do.

"Yeah, something like that." He said dismissively, barely looking at her or at his best friend who right beside her. "Guys, I'm going to sleep, ok? I'm really, really tired" he announced in a very final tone, it didn't leave any doubt that Harry wanted to be left alone.

Ron was frowning as much as his girlfriend as they wished their friend a confused and quiet 'goodnight'. They didn't quite understand how the happy Harry that had come back just the day before was suddenly gone again so fast. Something must have happened…

As for the Boy-Who-Lived, he didn't think twice about either of them as ran up the stairs as fast as he could and closed the door behind him. He could only think about one thing: Draco hadn't come to detention.

He couldn't believe it! He couldn't believe that Malfoy actually hadn't shown up! The slytherin simply didn't come to detention! He took away their last game, he took away what Harry had accepted would have been their goodbye. They might not have needed to part, hell, they might even keep meeting in the future, even if it was quick meetings in the room of requirement. But none of that was guaranteed, their only assurance had been the detentions, and today had been the last one, it was supposed to have been… perfect.

He breathed out heavily as he let all his books fall with carelessness onto his bed.

So many things were bothering on so many levels he didn't even know how to start looking for a way out…

He had fallen asleep in the room of requirement after experiencing that mixture of physical and magical intimacy. They had never gone that far with the other on their other encounters. They had never gotten so close to the other. In the back of his mind, it made sense to him that he'd be exhausted after something like that. But he hadn't understood why he woke up alone. He still didn't.

They… they nearly… their thoughts nearly became synchronized. It had become a bond like nothing Harry had ever experienced, like nothing he had ever heard of. It went beyond anything he could describe. So why, if Draco felt it too – and Harry knew he did – why did he disappear? Why the bloody hell didn't he show up later? The gryffindor felt so angry and so frustrated that he wanted to cry.

He picked the books up with disdain and placed them over the side table just to throw himself down on the bed, closing the curtains so no one would bother him.

He couldn't think about anything else. He closed his eyes and he could feel Draco's weight over him, he could imagine the blonde's breath on his neck, he could hear his moans, hear him calling his name…

His eyes opened again and he stared at the ceiling. Now that he had a taste of missing Malfoy he started to comprehend how truly out of control this feeling was. And he could admit to himself that… he actually wanted the other boy.

If he could he wanted to actually have Draco. He wanted to be around him and extend their private world for far more hours then they usually got. He wanted the blond to himself, he wanted to feel what they had that afternoon any time they felt like it, he wanted to give into all those times he felt the pull towards the blonde and satisfy his urges to touch him no matter where they were.

But he hadn't come.

With a string of curses, and incoherent accusations he made to the empty room around him, Harry soon drifted off, only to dream about the young slytherin who refused to leave his mind.

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"I bloody told you already, he's is going to go! I don't need to tell him anything" the blonde nearly yelled back. He was fed up with his godfather, couldn't the man see he was struggling with his own internal conflicts to deal with other people's problems? Even if 'other people' meant the man he was supposed to be serving.

"You were given an assignment, Draco. You have to see it through." Snape drawled, watching him with calculating eyes.

He nearly made a frustrated noise, it was hard keeping his cool poise when he was so troubled and tired like that. "I did see it through. I know… Potter is a bloody suicidal idiot, he will go after Sirius Black and the werewolf if you use them to lure him in." he said, in a calmer voice "Me being around Potter right now isn't going to help anything, I know"

The potions master's expression didn't change, he kept looking into his godson eyes the same way. "Listen to me, I am much more experienced than you, I can read people much better. You have to be with him, or it won't work" he said through gritted teeth.

Just then Draco noticed how altered the man actually was, he could tell Snape was trying to put his plan into action and he didn't cope well with the fact that his godson wasn't doing what he wanted.

He felt like coming out and saying it right then. That he could bloody read Harry Potter's mind, that he didn't want the other boy to fall for their plan, that if he was around him he might end up talking the Boy-Who-Lived out of it, that Harry would listen to him, that he could end up betraying everyone he knew just to save the gryffindor who was always on his mind. But he didn't say it; he just bit back another frustrated growl and murmured something unintelligible.

"Now, I want you to go to you dorm, and when you go to Hogsmeade tomorrow you have to talk to him, do you understand?" he asked with a harsh voice.

"Yes" he answered even though he wasn't planning on actually doing it, he just wanted to get out of there.

At the man's nod the boy turned around and closed the door on his way out.

Snape was left grinding his teeth together and fuming as he stared at the closed door, he wanted to murder Draco and be done with it.

He was trying, for Merlin's sake, he was doing everything in his power and above it to keep both Dumbledore's golden boy and his godson alive and out of trouble, but the dammed boy just had to have an immeasurable self control, didn't he?!

"Lucius has taught you well, Draco..." he said with venom to the cold dungeon walls.

It was becoming clearer and clearer that he had underestimated the Malfoy Heir's pride, strength and misplaced sense of duty.

Why couldn't he just follow his orders and give into the temptation of protecting the Boy-Who-Lived, why?!

Of course, the potions master knew that a spell like the one he had cast at the both of them wouldn't be able to make Draco actually fight for Harry Potter, who was above all his personal rival. But he had imagined something would come out of it, that somehow he could bring back some of the human in his godson. He knew he'd be safe if Potter befriended him, he also knew that such a scenario was very unlikely, no matter what he had already seen. But if Draco walked away from this now, there'd be no turning back. If he really did hand the gryffindor in on a silver platter as Snape had requested, then the boy would really have lost every bit of soul left in him.

And the potions master wouldn't let it happen.

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At first he hadn't wanted to go, he wasn't feeling well at all, it was like his spirit was broken. He hadn't stayed in bed for long that morning, unlike what he used to do every Saturday. He was glad he had gotten up earlier though, his troubled dreams weren't very pleasant and it was better to be awake.

Ron had to nag him enough to get him out of the room and even more to convince him to come with them to Hogsmeade. Harry wasn't really in the mood of tagging along as a third wheel, but when he looked around his room he suddenly felt too lonely… it was stupid, but he couldn't help feeling it. It was as if… suddenly something was missing.

There had been no silver eyes searching for his during breakfast, no platinum hair for him to watch, Draco hadn't shown up then either…

He couldn't even control his frustration as he dropped onto any chair and ran his hands through his hair, it was clear that his day wasn't about to get any better.

"Harry, cheer up mate, come on" Ron suddenly said, after having watched him in silence for a couple of minutes. "We get to go out today, away from OWLs and Umbridge, don't need to keep such a grim face"

He breathed in heavily and breathed out just the same way. "Yeah, I know, sorry. I'm just… I got my mind on other things" he said dismissively. "So…ahm… got anything in mind for today?" he asked, trying to get involved with his friends somehow, maybe it'd help him forget the feeling that was pulsing inside his chest.

"Not that much, everyone's pretty tired. I'm guessing we're just going to hang around in the Three Broomsticks or something. But it's good though, since everyone's studying like mad, we just want to laze around for some time." The red head answered between bites.

Harry just hummed in acknowledgement and poked the eggs he had put in his plate. He wasn't sure it was such a good idea to sit around doing nothing but trying to socialize with other people. He needed something to take his mind off of things; he needed something that'd keep him busy.

He was going to say something then, but decided to think about an alternative before refusing to go. If he was going to do nothing after all, he might as well do it surrounded by people.

Breakfast went by and soon the three of them were following everybody else to the patio. But when Harry saw the quidditch pitch, faded off into the landscape, something woke in him, he knew what he'd do that day.

"Hey guys, I think I'm…" he started hesitatingly, not sure of what to say exactly. "I think I'm going to skip Hogsmeade this time…"

"What? Why?" Hermione asked at once, not letting him finish "oh you have to come! It'll be fun, just us, away from all of this" she gestured vaguely towards the great castle "I'm sure there are lots of things we have to talk about, didn't you say something about next week…?"

He bit his lower lip, it was hard thinking up a way to gently but surely deny his best friends' request. Especially when Hermione was right – well, she was always right, but anyway – he should sit down with them and let them know everything he knew if something were to happen.

But he couldn't do that, not today, not when facing the Dark Lord seemed like a stroll in the park compared to the prospect of losing the one person whose soul seem to complete his own. Not that he'd ever had him, not that it was a final thing that Draco was going his own way now, but Harry's fears grew wildly, and his imagination did as well.

"Mate, come on, why are you ditching us all of a sudden? I thought… you figured out whatever it was that had been going on… I thought you'd be back to normal… if something happened, you know, you should say something" Ron said in his awkward way,

Oh, he just had to go and make Harry feel guilty, using his promise against him! How would the Boy-Who-Lived get out of it now?

Harry ran an impatient hand through his messy hair, looking once again at the quidditch pitch. Yep, he definitely had to go there, no matter how much his friends pleaded.

"…Ok… here's the thing… "he started, a little bit of honesty might get him somewhere "Something… is happening… it's… complicated… way too complicated for me to explain" he emphasized, although he still felt that it came out as a major understatement. "…and hopefully when... I sort things out, or when… my head is a bit clearer, I'll tell you guys about it" well that last part was a lie, but they wouldn't know that. "But… right now, and I mean specifically today, I'm really not in a good state to just be around people and just play around and stuff, I need… I don't know, I just want… some time alone to think" he made sure the alone part came out very clearly.

He couldn't quite read Ron's expression, whatever it was wasn't very good. He must feel let down, Harry guessed, and for the second time too. Hermione on the other hand looked puzzled, and the Boy-Who-Lived just hoped with all his heart that even if she did put two and two together, she'd just shrug it off as impossible and never address him about it.

The bushy haired witch sighed "…We don't want to force you to do something you don't want to, but… I still… I hoped you'd come to us… you'd tell us what's wrong, what's going on. We don't usually keep secret from the other, Harry. And… I still hope that, when you do figure out what you need, you'll remember that we're your friends… and that we're here" she said in an uncharacteristically soft voice, it was clear she felt let down as well, which just added to his guilt.

He sighed and nodded "I will, and I'm sorry that I can't say anything right now… " he said and then looked up to see that all the Hogsmeade group was already heading to the gates. "You guys better go or you'll miss the carriages" he pointed out with a tentative smile.

And so his friends said soft 'goodbyes' and quickened their pace to catch up with everyone else.

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The entire day he did nothing.

He sat on the middle of the deserted quidditch pitch trying to imagine what it'd be like to race Malfoy on broad day light. It was stupid.

Actually, it was quite pathetic (…). That all he could think about, even though chaos was about to take place, was the way the sun would reflect on the platinum locks if Draco had been there right then.

Said blonde was, though, nowhere near Harry. He sat in a pub surrounded with people whose faces he couldn't even tell apart from the other, trying to avoid any color that seemed gryffindor in any way.

What he hadn't told Snape last night was a cruel truth, he could not meet Harry right now, or he'd just blow everything. His new-found feelings were something he couldn't deal with and couldn't accept, so he hid instead.

Monday would possibly bring the death of Potter and thus the end of this excruciating feeling of guilt. He'd get over it. This spell, whatever it was, would wear off and Draco would be free from wanting someone so much. He'd be free from this vulnerability… he'd be free from the person who kept him alive.

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A.N

Yeah, well I'm ending it here, this chap is shorter than most, but I couldn't put the next scene here cause it clearly belongs in the next chapter, oh well lol.

Answer to Reviews:

Hey, I just wanted to say, thank you especially for those who reviewed on the same day the chap came out... It was a really crappy day for me :/ and it was wonderful to get home and be able to read your reviews, thank you guys :) You keep me going.

Illyra: Wow that was fast O_O lol you reviewed like...15 minutes after I posted lol. Anyway, yep, I agree with you on that one, definitely scary! Thank you :)

Nenifer121: Ownn thank you :) I'm smiling like an idiot now :) Err I always get a bit nervous writing slashy scenes, I don't know if I'm any good with them, cause I don't like to get very graphic about it lol, hope it turned out well! Hhahahah yep, Draco was sweet this chap in a very weird way :DD Hmmm read an find out XD

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