Ok, well I felt sooo bad for taking that long to update, so here ya go, two chappies in two days! Isn't that delicious? Ok, hope you like it. OH! And by the way, whenever I read a fanfiction with a song mentioned in it I always look up the song, so here is my advice to you. If you ahven't already done this, you should go back and read chapter 7 while listening to that song, the impact and effect is like, doubled!!!

Disclaimer~ I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, Harry, Fred and George would have done a lot more on the train in the last chapter of the fourth book ;)

Draco looked down at the angel in his arms, holding him tighter without even realizing what he was doing.

It was the morning after the ball, Draco and Harry were lying in their bed holding onto each other. After the dance last night Harry had gone home as to not arouse suspicion (That worked well.) Draco had danced with several others but none were as passionate as his waltz with Harry.

He had come home to find Harry sitting at their mirror, just looking at himself. When he saw Draco he put on a very half-hearted smile and got up to kiss him.

That night Draco's heart nearly broke.

As they lay in bed together he heard a sniffling noise, so he looked over at the other pillow. Harry, who clearly thought Draco was asleep, had begun to cry. Draco felt horrible. It had been hard for him to see at first, but as he listened to Harry's choked breaths it hit him;

Harry loved Draco as much as Draco loved Harry, and if Draco was scared, Harry must be terrified.

Harry, the love of his life, who had already lost so many people; first his parents, then Cedric, Sirius, Hedwig, Fred, Severus, Tonks and Remus. So many people he had loved had been wrenched out of his arms. Not to mention that he had grown up in such an abusive home that Draco was surprised Harry had trusted him at all.

But he had trusted him. He had opened up his heart like church and let Draco in and for what? He let himself fall in love, and Draco had caught him only to lose his grip. Now Harry was falling again and he wasn't sure if he had anyone to catch him this time.

Draco stared at the ceiling as he listened to Harry's heart-wrenching sobs as he drowned his pillow in tears. Draco heard Harry gasp in a shuddering breath and he couldn't take it anymore. He rolled over and tugged Harry into his strong arms. He felt Harry freeze.

"D-draco, I thought y-you w-were asleep."

He tried to wipe his eyes but Draco held him impossibly tighter so that his arms were pinned to his sides, and as he ran his hands through the bony locks he began to whisper in Harry's ear.

"I am so sorry. I'm sorry for putting you through all of this. I'm sorry that I don't have the guts to tell my own mother about us. I'm sorry that I can't stop this damn tradition, I'm sorry I can't give you the happily ever after that you deserve more than anyone. But I can promise you one thing. I promise Harry, on everything I hold most dear, that I will make this work. I'm sorry we have to go through all this shit to be together, but It's will only be a little longer, then we will be each other's- forever and ever I promise you."

And Harry snapped.

Gasping and sobbing he buried his head in Draco's neck and continued to clutch his chest as Draco held him close. He began to take rasping breaths.

"I'm- sorry- to... I-I'm b-being such a b-baby. I must seem s-so stupid, but I'm so sc-scared Draco. I love you so much and now they're telling me that I might have to l-lose you..." He let out a shuddering wail as he tried to physically connect himself to Draco. "B-b-but I can't bare the thought of losing you. Draco, you c-can't even imagine how much you mean t-to me and if I lost you now....I...I don't know what I'd do with myself."

He continued to cry into Draco's shoulder and Draco felt something inside him break, and something else stand firm. He wasn't going to let that happen. Never. He could only imagine what life would be like without Harry, and it all seemed like a nightmare. This would work. It would happen. He couldn't lose his Harry.

A single tear slid down his pale cheek.

"DRACO, HARRY! GET YOUR CUTE ARSES DOWN HERE IMMEDIATELY!" Pansies voice caused Draco to flinch and Harry jumped in his arms.

"Bloody hell," Harry groaned, sitting up and pulling back the covers. "Can't she just knock like a normal human being?" Draco rolled his eyes and stood up, stretching. Harry stood, slipped on his glasses and took Draco's hand in his. The sight of their fingers interlocked made Draco smile. The two of them walked out to the living room where Pansy had mounted the arm of the loveseat. She grinned toothily when they walked in. She stood and waved her hands wildly in front of her.

"Guess. What." She said looking at them both. They stood there but she didn't speak. Draco sighed.

"What?" he asked.

"So last night all of the matchmakers apprentices were allowed to come into the back room with Mamma Nayka and give their opinion of the suitors. Now the first question was 'who was the most aesthetically pleasing person their' and of course we all put you Harry baby, you were hot with a capital smoking. But we had to put two others so we did. Now Mamma Nayka then sat quietly for like, what, twelve minutes, around that before she tapped her fingers on her temple and it was like the goblet of fire all over! Three names on paper shot up and she looked at them before smiling that the three finalists were...." She grinned before looking up and holding up three fingers, counting off.

"Harrison Winwick, Sean Walters, and, last but certainly not least.... HARRY POTTER!" She stood for a second looking at them both processing the news.

Then they grasped the situation. Harry gasped.

"Wait, you mean that I am one of the final three suitors!?" Harry asked smiling and looking shocked all at once. She grinned before letting out a laugh. Harry squealed and ran over to her. They hugged and began jumping up and down, shrieking something that sounded suspiciously like "I'm going to the finals!"

Draco could have joined them, except he just didn't squeal. Instead he sat down on the sofa dazed. He ran his hand through his hair, and then put his head in his hands. Then he started to laugh. Loudly. The sound halted Harry and Pansy's screams. They looked over at him. At first Harry thought he was crying until he looked up with the biggest grin on his face.

"Do you know what this means Harry?" He asked standing. "This means we have this in the bag! A few table manners, a little background check and just be your sweet self and she's sure to pick you!" He laughed again before grabbing a smiling Harry and dipping him, kissing him full on the lips. Harry squeaked into Draco's mouth before he was pulled back up again.

"Draco—mmmm- D-draco, baby, calm down you're acting like we just had a kid." Harry laughed at Draco's happiness but on the inside he was singing with glee.

Draco beamed and bounced around the room. Pansy rolled her eyes and looked at Harry.

"Now Harry, hun, you're already every man's fantasy, now we just have to make you the dream of a grumpy eighty year old broad." Harry nodded nervously but Draco just laughed (seems a little drunk doesn't he?) and came up behind Harry.

"That won't be a problem Pans, I have to do this so that we can be married and live together forever? Hell, if you needed me to I could turn him into the queen of England."

Then he dipped Harry again.

HAHA! DONE! Do you like it? Yes, I realize that this was a rather sad chapter, but I like it anyway. But what matters is did YOU like it? I hope so. You know what I like? That smexy little review button. And you would to, if you clicked it ;) Flames will be used to steam up Harry and Draco's mirror.

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