Draco paced around the room, threading his fingers through his hair in frustration. He couldn't bare the torture anymore, it was killing him and most of all killing Harry. Draco couldn't hurt anymore people than he already had, especially not the person who had stood by him, loved him when no one else would. It wasn't as if Draco didn't love Harry because he did, incredibly so. They couldn't be together and this project wasn't making things any easier, Harry still believed they could have a relationship much like any other normal relationship. But then again, Harry had always been a little naive, thought Draco. It wasn't Draco's fault, fate just didn't want them together, in the beginning they almost killed each other and now when they had experienced feelings for each other it wasn't allowed. How could he abandon Harry? Harry had saved him from the blaze in the room of requirement, if it wasn't for Harry he'd be dead. He remembered Harry's words, "We can't leave him!", he knew Granger and Weasley would've left him to die. But Harry had gone back for him, knowing he could've died too, he realised Harry wasn't the stuck up, know it all he thought he was. He had a caring heart and put others before himself, and in matter of months respect for Harry turned into love. This was dangerous, to him and Harry. He had been told it was forbidden but he hadn't listened and both of them would have to pay the price. Draco didn't want to be the one to tell Harry, Harry would have to find out for himself.

Hermione had been listening to Harry ramble on about the Malfoy boy for what seemed like eternity. She wanted to help him but she couldn't because she knew. She knew about the forbidden bond between Harry and Draco, she knew the consquences and what would happen to them if they chose to pursue their feelings into a relationship. They couldn't be together and Hermione didn't know how to tell Harry that.

"Maybe you should just leave him Harry, it's probably for the best" Hermione sighed, not having the guts to tell him what the best outcome was.

" I can't Hermione, I'm in love with him for Merlin's sake" Harry replied, resting his head in his hands in frustration.

"You can't be together Harry, it just doesn't work" Hermione stressed, trying not to reveal too much information, but even she knew that Harry wasn't dumb enough to question why Hermione was being this way.

"And why can't I? I know he was a dick to you and Ron in the past but that won't stop me from loving him, he's changed, he wasn't even evil to begin with. Surely you can understand that, Hermione" Harry explained, protecting Draco's name from being slayed. He didn't know why he was trying to protect him, he wasn't sure about most things anymore.

"Harry it's not about that, you just can't be together. It's forbidden!" Hermione shouted, clamping a hand over her mouth when she realised she'd said too much.

"What do you mean forbidden? Who forbades it?" Harry asked, confused as to why his friend was acting this way.

"Nothing Harry, I meant nothing" Hermione stammered quickly, standing up and walking to another side of the room.

"Yes you did, you don't ever get things wrong Hermione. You know what your talking about. So tell me what you meant" Harry shot back, becoming more angry at his friend.

"It's nothing Harry, you won't understand" Hermione shook her head and sat down on the armchair, threading her fingers through her hair lightly.

"Hermione just tell me! I'm not leaving until I get a sufficient answer!" barked Harry, becoming confused and frustrated.

"You won't like the answer" Hermione sighed, looking down at the floor, she couldn't bare to look Harry in the eyes.

"Hermione, tell me what forbades me and Draco to be together. I have the right to know!" Harry's voice became softer, but the harshness of his voice still lingered uncomfortably in the room.

"A prophecy" whispered Hermione, wishing she hadn't have said anything to Harry about it at all.

"What is the prophecy? How do you know about it? Who else knows?" Harry shot question after question, needing answers.

"I can't tell you, people close to you and Draco know of the prophecy. Since there is no older wizard close to you, you would need someone that is close to Draco" Hermione replied, looking into Harry's eyes, he didn't deserve all of this. He'd just settled back in to normal life, he didn't need this.

"Who could tell me?" Harry finally asked, the silence becoming unbearable.

"I shouldn't tell you this but I suppose you have the right to know. Narcissa Malfoy may be the person to ask" Hermione confessed, knowing Harry couldn't be kept from this forever. He'd have to know sooner or later.

"Thank you" Harry replied quietly, standing up and walking to the door.

"Harry, don't do anything stupid. Don't ask Draco's mother about it, don't ask about the prophecy. Just stay away from Draco" Hermione begged, looking deep into Harry's eyes but she knew his mind was made up.

"You know I'm not going to do that Hermione" Harry sighed, then left.

"I know" Hermione whispered, watching Harry close the door then slump back into the armchair wishing she'd kept her mouth shut.

Harry tried not to keep his anger levels under control but the confusion he had building up inside him spurned his rage. A prophecy? Who had devised this prophecy? Who had gone behind his back and told him who he wasn't allowed to love? Him and Draco had been given enough stress and all they wanted to do was to love each other. Was that really too much to ask? Harry knew it had to be about the death eater thing, it couldn't be anything else. No love would be forbidden, except being in love with someone from the dark side. An enemy. But really, now Voldermort was dead nothing could be seen as a threat, or so Harry thought. All he knew was that he had to speak to Draco's mother, she would tell him anything if it was to do with Draco. Did Draco know? Harry would surely be pissed if he did, after all not saying there was some kind of prophecy saying they couldn't be together after all the time they'd spent together? Betrayal was the only word Harry could conjure up if Draco did know. But no, he didn't want Draco to know that he knew, he wouldn't get a straight answer. Draco would dress it up, put a spin on the truth. No, Harry needed the complete and honest truth and the only way he would be able to get that would be at Malfoy Manor.

Since they had no classes because of the baby project Harry was free to go to Malfoy Manor and he wasn't leaving without an answer. Harry thought riding his broom there would be the best way to travel, he needed time to think of how to word things to Draco's mother, how to get her to answer his questions. Narcissa knew nothing about their sort of relationship and Harry felt as if he loved Draco enough to tell her, not sure how she would react. Draco would not be happy if he found out Harry was doing this, Draco didn't see his mother often enough and now Harry was visiting her telling her about her son's sort-of relationship with the savior of the wizarding world. He hadn't seen Narcissa since the war infact, he owed it to her ever since she saved his life. Though he wasn't quite sure she'd have saved him if Draco hadn't been okay. You could never tell with her, she was a snobby, stuck up rich woman, proud of her pureblood family but had a heart of gold when it came to Draco. She became softer and nurturing, Draco was the only thing to family she had now. Harry wasn't quite sure he would get on like a house on fire with Narcissa and instantly become her son-in-law, though marrying Draco was rather appealing. He shook that out of his head, he wasn't even allowed to be with Draco, weddings were definatley out of the equation.

Harry sighed as he was faced with the huge, pristine white mansion for the second time in his whole life. He was just as scared as the first time. He gathered enough courage to knock on the door, albeit timidley, and wait until a pale, neat figure greeted him.

"Potter? What are you doing here?" Narcissa glared at Harry, her pale blonde hair reminded him of Draco. Everything about her reminded him of Draco, like mother, like son.

"I need to speak with you. It's urgent" Harry replied, pleading Narcissa with his eyes.

"What could possibly be so urgent?" She replied haughtily, her blood red lips pursed spitefully.

"It's about Draco" Harry answererd, tactically, knowing she would react to this.

"What is it? Is he hurt? Did anything happen to him?" She stammered, resting her hands on Harry's shoulders with a pained look in her eyes.

"No he's fine. If you just let me explain you'll understand. Please, it's really important" Harry begged, meeting Narcissa's gaze.

She sighed, his distress became evident to her so she opened the door and let him inside.