Don't Go

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Harry often thought about what Draco said in detention a few weeks ago. He thought about what his life would be like if he had been sorted into any house other than Slytherin. It probably would have been Gryffindor. He would have stayed friends with Ron and Hermione. He wouldn't have been friends with Draco. Wouldn't have been in love with him. They could even have been enemies. If what Draco had said about being friends was true, he would still believe what his father did about people outside of Slytherin and share his dark circle of friends. He would follow in his Lucius' footsteps and eventually become a dark wizard, a Death Eater, or something like that.

It was a strange thing to imagine, that one single thing could change many lives for the better or worse. If he was sorted into Gryffindor he would most likely end up marrying Ginny Weasly. Harry almost laughed aloud at that.

Harry was sitting in the common room, next to the fire. The last time he checked the time it was midnight. He couldn't sleep. He didn't want Draco to know, but what happened with his scar bothered him a lot. The last time it happened was the night in the graveyard after the Triwizard tournament when Cedric Diggory died. When Voldemort was being brought back to life. Harry couldn't exactly make out what he saw. All he knew was that Voldemort was there. Lucius was there as well, and Crabbe and Goyle's fathers. Everything was blurry. The only logical explanation for him having a vision like that was that Voldemort was planning something; something involving Harry. That was what kept him up. Around 3am he eventually did fall asleep, but not peacefully. An hour later Draco woke up to find him missing from his bed. He started searching frantically. He calmed down immediately when he found him, and then joined him on the green satin couch next to the dying fire. Harry slept better after that.

By then people were used to the idea of them being together, but the sight of them sleeping in each other's arms still excited some controversy under the Slytherins. Nobody other than who saw them found out about it, though - more perks of this house.

When they woke up half an hour after breakfast started, they decided to skip it. They went back up to the dorms and changed into their robes. Draco didn't have to ask why Harry had slept there. He could see that Harry was already trying to figure out how to answer. After a while he did.

"What happened yesterday," he said. "It worries me a lot. I didn't want you to worry as well."

"Lucky for you, you're the only thing I worry about, so I have room for worry," Draco answered. "Tell me what happened."

"I couldn't see much," Harry sighed, and continued. "I saw Voldemort. He was with a few other men. Crabbe and Goyle's fathers, and…" he trailed off.

"And who," Draco growled.

"Your father," Harry said quietly. "I think they're planning something. Something concerning me."

"If my father is there it probably concerns me as well," he scowled and touched the Dark Mark under his robe absently. Harry slid up Draco's sleeve and looked at it.

"It's really unfair that you have this," he said. Draco sighed. "I know," he said. "My father seriously expects me to become one of them. He doesn't care what I want, but I'm going to stand up to him. Soon."

"Do you really think that would have been different if we were never friends?" Harry asked.

"Definitely." Draco laughed darkly. "If you were never in Slytherin, I would have only been friends with Crabbe and Goyle – not that that could even be seen as friends, they're more like henchmen. Plus both their fathers are Death Eaters. That couldn't possibly have changed my perspective."

"Yeah, I thought something like that," Harry said.

"I really do want to stand up to my father soon," Draco said. "Staying here with you instead of going home was kind of the first step. I don't know how he will react when I tell him. He might kick me out. My mother wouldn't allow that though. So either I stay or one of them leaves. Wouldn't that cause a lot of trouble for the perfect little dark child."

Harry kissed him. It was an urgent kiss, as if he needed it to stay alive. All the depressing thoughts vanished, and filled their minds and all their senses with only each other. Draco needed it as well. Desperately.

Harry was very quiet throughout the day. Partly because he was so caught up in his thoughts and partly because of his lack of sleep. Draco spent this time tormenting first years with other Slytherins as usual, but Harry knew that if he needed him he would be right there as soon as he did.

The first time Harry spoke was at dinner. After nibbling on some pumpkin pie he cleared his throat in Draco's direction. He immediately turned his attention to Harry.

"I want to go back to my house. Where my parents died," he said. For some reason, Draco looked shocked.

"Why?" he asked. "I mean why now?"

"I've been thinking about it for a few months. After yesterday even more. I want answers," Harry said.

"There's no guarantee that you're going to find any there." Draco was trying to sound as soothing as possible. He really didn't want to start a fight with Harry, especially after what happened yesterday.

"I know," he said quietly. "I guess I just want a little closure as well. Or to know for sure that they really existed. That it really happened. All I know is what people have told me. I don't know," he said finally. Draco was scowling.

"Whats wrong?" Harry asked, concerned now.

Draco laughed quickly. "I'm supposed to be the one worrying." He sighed. "If you want to go, then go."

Harry frowned. Draco was acting very strange. He didn't like it. He didn't want to tell Harry what it was either. That was the worst part. The only thing they've ever kept from each other before was that they were in love.

"I was kind of hoping you would go with me…" his voice trailed off. The obvious hurt in his eyes moved something in Draco.

"You'll think I'm stupid if I tell you," he said.

"If you know me as well as I think you do, you'll know I could never think you're stupid," Harry retorted. "An idiot sometimes but not stupid."

Draco laughed half-heartedly before he sighed and finally answered. Harry waited patiently.

"I just really don't want to be near the place you should have died," he said. "I try my best to forget that it ever happened. Even thinking about it agitates me, because a life without you… I wouldn't be me. I'd be a very bad version of me. You make me care about things, and the thing I care about most is you." He really did look agitated.

Harry didn't know what to say. This was all very unlike the Draco he knew. "I'm sorry, Draco," he said. "Let's go." He held out his hand. Draco took it and Harry led him first to the Slytherin dungeons, where he fetched the invisibility cloak and when they were both safely under it, to their usual spot by the lake.

The weather was starting to warm up lately. There was a slight breeze that ruffled their cloak. The flowers were starting to emerge and made the air smell of spring. The sky was filled with large, blue-gray cumulus clouds that gave the lake a similar shade. The wind through the tree-tops of the Forbidden Forest whistled in their ears. This place always calmed them. It was their sacred place. This is why Harry brought them here. He didn't want Draco to be upset about anything, let alone something Harry did or said. He should be happy. Always. Draco was sharing that train of thought.

He looked at Harry and wan't surprised to see him staring at him again. He remembered what Harry had said the last time it happened and almost blushed. Harry's green eyes were full of wonder and, if Draco wasn't imagining it, love.

He didn't know it, but his grey eyes were looking the same. When they closed their eyes their lovers' own still burned ice and emerald into their lids.

Their lips met without either one realising, but they were both expecting it. Craving it, even. They stayed like that for a long time. Wrapped together in the invisibility cloak, next to the black lake, connected fiercely at the lips.

"I'm sorry," Harry said again finally.

"About what?" Draco asked, slightly breathless.

"I didn't mean to upset you," Harry said. Draco laughed. "Don't worry your little head about it," he said. There was a darkness in his eyes despite his reassurance. It made Harry very uneasy. Draco was acting exceedingly strange tonight. He frowned and pressed his lips to the other boy's again. He didn't know what else to do. Something was wrong with his Draco and he needed to find out what. But how?