Draco's mind was racing as he sat on his four-poster eclipsed by the silk curtains. The third task was tomorrow and all he could think about was what Hermione and Draco had said days earlier. If Harry died, Draco didn't want to miss his chance or leave anything left unsaid, but he wasn't even sure what that was. He had done his best to isolate himself from the others, including those he consider his friends; Crabbe and Goyle were to incompetent to figure out that something was bothering him and when he was around Pansy, he would just ignore her (and she couldn't get into the boys dorm).
This gave him time to think about how his was feeling, especially since he had been too bothered by his thoughts to sleep. He knew there was some part of him that cared for Harry and clearly had feelings for him (or else he wouldn't have kissed him), but there was still the side of him that loathe him. What will your friends think? Your father will never allow it! Draco lied on his stomach, curled up, clutching his head; contradicting emotions flew back and forth throughout his head.
Maybe you should get some rest. You'll be able to think easier if you just sleep. Draco sighed and lied straight; he used his arms to rest his head, since turning around to lie on his pillow would be more too much effort. He closed his eyes and sleep took over quickly.
Draco was standing alone in the center of the Great Hall as people danced around him. It was the Yule Ball and the champions were dancing with their companions; Viktor and Hermione, Cedric and Cho, and Fleur and Rodger. He couldn't understand why he was standing there and where Harry was.
"Draco, what are you doing just standing there?" Harry's voice whispered from behind him and he whipped around. Draco blushed as he stared into Harry's soft green eyes. "We're supposed to be dancing. Everyone is watching." Harry wrapped his arm around Draco's waist and pulled him into his chest, causing Draco to blush darker. Draco lightly placed his hand on Harry's shoulder and Harry took his other hand.
As they laced fingers, Harry pulled Draco along the dance floor. Draco's heart skipped a beat as he stared into Harry's eyes; he felt as if everyone disappeared and it was just him and Harry gliding along the dance floor. When Draco looked around, everyone else had disappeared and the walls had peeled away from the Great Hall.
Suddenly, Harry stopped and leaned over and kissed him.
Draco was surrounded by hedges that created a long dark pathway. He stood there for a few minutes before he realized that this was maze that was in the Quidditch field and he was now a part of the third task; he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand before proceeding with caution. Draco swallowed hard as he reached a fork in the road.
"Draco!" a voice shouted. It was distant, but Draco could hear what direction it was coming from. He ran towards the voice as they continued shouting his name.
"Harry!" Draco shouted back, "Harry, where are you?"
Suddenly, vines from under the hedges wrapped around Draco's legs and pulled him to the ground. They began to pull him underneath as he clawed at the ground.
"Draco!" Harry shouted, running over to him and grabbing his hands, "Draco, let me save you!" Harry tightened his grip on Draco's arms and pulled against the vines; Draco cried out in pain as he felt his arms were going to be ripped off.
"If I don't make it out, I just want to let you know that I…."
"I love you too, Draco," Harry finished, pulling Draco up and kissing him.
"DRACO!"
"What?" Draco sat up and looked to see Crabbe and Goyle standing over him. "Why did you guys wake me up? I was napping."
"Nappin'? You've been asleep all day. You slept through dinner and breakfast. We thought we'd wake you to watch Potter lose today," Goyle explained.
"Wait, what? You mean it's time for the third task already?" Draco shouted, jumping up off of his bed. This is your last chance! If you don't tell Harry now, he could die and you'll lose your chance forever! Draco didn't bother to change, but he pushed past Crabbe and Goyle and ran out of his room. He ran out of the room and to find Harry, despite not knowing where he was; however, he had a good idea that he'd be heading to the Quidditch field.
"Weasley! Granger! Where is Potter? I need to see him!" Draco shouted, running up to the two Gryffindors who were standing outside of the Great Hall.
"Why would I tell you?" Ron sneered and Draco glared at him.
"Because I need to see Harry, you twit!"
"I'll show you a twit!" Ron reached into his pocket and Draco reached back into his; he was going to have to block from whatever Ron had to throw at him. Hermione grabbed both of their arms, stopping them from moving them any further.
"He's on his way to the Quidditch field. If you hurry, and I suggest you do, you'll be able to catch him."
"Hermione, what are you-!"
"I'll explain later! Go Draco!" Draco nodded and glared at Ron one last time, before running off. You're going to tell the truth. You love Harry Potter and he better survive or else you'll make Ron and Hermione's lives miserable for the rest of their time at Hogwarts. If he does survive, then they should talk about pursing a relationship. Draco was exhausted by the time he reached the Champions entrance; he stopped to catch his breath as he looked around. He saw in the distant Harry walking in between Mrs. Weasley and one of the many Weasley brothers. Draco swallowed hard and stood up straight as his met with Harry's. Harry said something to the two of them and walked over to Draco.
"You make a decision?" Harry asks and Draco nodded. "Let's take a walk then." The two of them started to walk away from the Quidditch field, but Harry kept looking back at it.
"Don't worry, we won't go too far. What I have to say won't take very long," Draco reassured, stopping underneath a tree. Harry looked around as Draco scratched the back of his head. "I didn't want anyone else to hear…."
"Are you ashamed of how you feel?" Harry interrupted.
"Will you let me talk?" Draco snapped, than took a deep breath to calm him down. "Look, I figured that this would be a private moment, so maybe we should be alone! Anyway, I really have been fighting with this since the kiss incident in the Hospital Wing. I know you were expecting Cho, but what did you think when you say it was me."
"I guess it was just a fantasy," Harry responded with a shrug. "I talked to Hermione about it all, even before that moment and well, I guess it's hard to explain."
"You have no idea," Draco mumbled under his breath. He took another deep breath, but before he could say anything else, Harry swung his arms around him. There's no better time than this moment right now. Just say it. "Harry. I'm pretty sure that I like you and…you need to get back to the Quidditch field for the final task." Draco pulled away from Harry, breaking the hug and look down. Harry lifted Draco's chin and stared into his grey eyes.
"I want to be alone with you when I get back," Harry says, lightly kissing Draco's lips. "Also, I give you permission to act like you hate me in front of your friends." Draco blushed as Harry kissed his cheek and walked back toward the stadium.
"There you are Draco! Let's go watch the third task!" Pansy shouted, followed by some other members of Slytherin house. "Are you feeling any better?"
"Like a weight has been lifted off of me. Now, where's my 'Potter Stinks' badge!" Draco answered, with a wide smile on his face.
Draco was anxiously tapping his foot as they waited for either Cedric or Harry to win (since both Viktor and Fleur sent up the red sparks). Everyone was pretty anxious; every so often Draco would look over at Hermione and see that she was biting her lip or nails.
"Do you think that Potter died?" Crabbe asked and Draco grunted. A beetle suddenly flew in and landed on Draco's shoulder. It was Rita Skeeter; he had started working with her for her column on Harry and his friends. Due to recent events, he hadn't really been going outside to see the beetle woman. Now, given their recent standard, Draco brushed her off of his shoulder.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light and Harry had appeared in front of the judges on top of Cedric's body with the Tri-Wizard cup in his hand. Draco stood up to see over the crowd. Harry appeared to be sobbing and suddenly everyone began swarming Harry and Cedric; Draco began to push through the crowds of people to try and reach Harry, but as soon as he got close, he was gone.
Draco hadn't heard anything from anyone for a few days and was now more anxious then before he told Harry his true feelings. He hadn't been sleeping and he was hoping that he would hear something from other students around the school. The only thing was that he heard that Cedric was dead and that Harry had witness it. Draco felt bad for Cedric, but really wanted to be by Harry's side. At this point, it's all he wanted.
"Draco," a voice whispered as Draco walked down the hall. He looked around that hall, but couldn't find anyone standing near.
"Peeves…?" he responded in confusion.
"No, it's Hermione. Harry told me to use his Invisibility Cloak, so none of the other Slytherins would know I was talking to you."
"Oh. Well, no ones with me, so you can take it off."
"I'd rather not. Harry's alone in the Hospital Wing and wants to see you. You'd better hurry before someone goes to see him. I heard the Creevey talking about going to see him." Draco nodded and started to walk toward the hospital wing, but stopped.
"Thank you, Hermione, for everything. And I really do mean it." Draco looked around, because of the silence. "Hermione?" No response. "In retrospect, I'm glad you weren't around to hear that." Draco chuckled to himself and continued walking to the hospital wing.
He poked his head in to see it was empty, beside Harry and Mad-Eye Moody, who was asleep. Draco excitedly slipped instead and shut the door; he ran over to Harry's side and leaned in to hug him.
"Ah, Draco, easy," Harry whispered, putting his hand lightly on his chest, "I've still got some pain and we don't want to wake up Moody." Draco looked over at the unconscious body of Mad-Eye Moody and frowned. "Don't worry, that one didn't turn you into a ferret, but I'm pretty he would have." Draco's frowned more.
"What do you mean that one?" Harry proceed to tell Draco everything; the cup being a port key, Voldemort's return and the Death Eaters, Barty Crouch Jr. impersonating Moody. Draco just stared at Harry, he didn't know how to respond; he just clutched onto Harry's hand.
"Draco…. Your father was there. He was one of the Death Eaters, so I need you to make a promise to me." Draco's mind was racing. He wasn't prepared for anything that Harry could ask, especially with his father as a Death Eater. "You won't be like him. You won't join Voldemort's side. Promise me that you'll never become a Death Eater."
"I promise." Draco wasn't sure if this was true or not yet. He had only started to develop feelings for Harry and he knew he was going to be asked to follow with his father's loyalties. However, given the situation, he figured he should make this promise to appease Harry. "How much pain are you in?" Harry shrugged in response. "Then let me know if I hurt you." Draco climbed onto the bed with Harry and straddled his waist.
"D-Draco! Wh-what on Earth are you doing?" Harry whispered, but Draco smirked down at him.
"Shut up, Potter. Just let me know if I hurt you." Draco ordered, leaning over and kissing Harry passionately. Harry placed his hand on Draco's lower back and pulled him closer; Draco's heart was racing, he thought it would stop beating. He never felt so wonderful in his life.
Suddenly, there was a camera flash startling Harry and Draco. They looked over to see the Creevey brothers standing in the aisle, Colin clutching his camera in his hands. Draco's butterflies turned into pure rage and his cheeks flared red.
"You filthy little mudbloods! Give me that camera this instant!" Draco shouted, jumping off of Harry and charging at the Creeby brothers.
"Ow! Draco, relax! Don't stand there you idiots! Run!"