A/N: Err, sorry for mistakes. I hate prpositions, cause I dunno which to use In many sentences. I know them but they are… used different way in Polish so… Don't blame me!

Rosa Whore

Hermione, Ginny, Ron, other Weasleys, Neville, all the professors, even Draco were crying. Beautiful dark tombstone was only symbolic, because Harry's body disappeared somewhere.

Silver tears were falling upon Dracon's cheeks, lighting as pearls. Malfoy let them flow. He didn't care who was looking at him, there wasn't any person who would tell him: "Don't give up, I'm with you. Harry didn't die for nothing." Granger? She was the most intelligent witch, he has ever met. Weasley… Leave it with no comment.

Draco missed not only Harry, but also Severus, his godfather. Nagini killed him. Only for victory? He was sure Voldemort was dead, although he'd like more Potter alive and, if it's necessary, Voldemort, too. Malfoy wanted to hug his lover tightly, tell him these words he has never said to anyone… Dracon shook his head. It wasn't the best time to think about this.

When we wanted to leave this cursed place, Hermione decided to approach to him. Her eyes were sad and wet. She was crying… So long… Harry was brother for her. Ugh, it's so… But he couldn't finish, he had no word. Was it fucked? Or unfair? Or…

"Thanks, Draco" Hermione whispered.

"Oh… Um, yeah… No problem. I mean I liked him… After… Err, you know…"

She smiled.

"I know about you. Harry… Harry told me."

"You are his best friend ever" Malfoy replied.

Suddenly her face was red.

"Thank you again. But Ron was his best, too". Hermione put her hand on Draco's shoulder. "I mean we were like siblings. But only YOU truly loved him. Still love I think. Don't try to cheat yourself, Draco. Remember I know the truth. And do it for Harry — not for me or somebody else. Do it ONLY for Harry. Okay?"

"I… I will" he nodded. "And, Hermione, sorry…"

"What?" she asked, being disorientated.

"Sorry. For calling you mudblood… Err, I'm not good in apologizing…"

"That's nothing, Draco. I forgave you about two years ago. Even if that stupid kids — I mean Harry and Ron — didn't trust you. I did. I believed you were good boy." Hermione winked to him and left alone.

After Harry's came back

"…and, you know, I apologized her! I was so sad after your… something… Hermione told me you had told her about us…"

"Draco, stop talking and look at me" Potter whispered. Draco did it. "I know you don't like them. And you were depressed, caused of Severus' death and my disappearing. I understand. He was nearly your father."

"Really?" Draco asked skeptically. "What can you know about…"

"I had Sirius!" Harry was angry. Oops. He really, seriously had to cut his tongue. Or just shut up. "I loved him as a father I have never had! You stillHAVE your parents! Leave me alone now!"

"Harry, wait, I'll…" Malfoy tried to stop him, grabbing his boyfriend wrist, but Potter was faster.

"You will WHAT? Hurt me again? Apologize? Explain? Don't waste your time and lungs."

When Harry left their flat, Draco sat on the armchair.

"Shit."

Two days later

Knocking to the door woke him. He put on the slippers and walked across the living room to the door.

"Who's there?"

"Draco, open the door" Harry asked.

Malfoy did it faster than he could say Rumpelstiltskin.

"Oh, Harry! I'm so sorry!" he started, speaking fast. Very fast. "You can't imagine just how terrible I felt after our… argument. And my… ehm, it was my fault. I know. Will you forgive me?"

Harry laughed.

"I did it two days ago, just after leaving our home. I thought I was unfair to you."

"So welcome home, my Resurrection Joe."

Harry hugged his boyfriend.

"I love you, my Rosa."