CHAPTER ELEVEN: For Good

A/N: I don't own any rights to Harry Potter. Little magic is used and homosexuality, violence, rape and language are used. Don't like it? Don't read it. You've been warned.

"It's okay Draco…I'm fine, really. I barely felt anything." Harry lied to him. What Harry really felt while Draco and his father were talking was his lungs filling up with green smoke and barely being able to breathe. His knees began to spasm so much that they hurt him to the point of tears.

"Why didn't you just apparate from your bedroom to where I was?" Harry asks.

"I couldn't. My father bewitched the door so I couldn't leave. I knew people could get in because I knew exactly which spell he did. I just didn't know an alternative spell to get out. That's why I called for Snape to help…"

"Come on," Harry said, "let's go up on the roof. Snape got rid of all the odor and poison so it's safe now." Draco nods and lets Harry lead the way.

They walk in silence the entire way up and they both felt nervous and found themselves wanting to cuddle because of how scared each of them were. Harry's heart began breaking, wondering if the worst was about to happen, wondering what this means for their "relationship", whether or not Draco still wants to be with him knowing that everyone in the school has common knowledge of their secret, and more importantly, Harry was wondering as to what would happen between Draco and his father.

"Listen," Harry began, "I know that we made a promise to keep this a secret but I have to clear something off of my chest…I told Hermione about us and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I ever said anything to her about it and I don't know what this means for us or for you but…I still want to be with you and to be your only hope in the world. I know you and your father don't get along but…you also told Crabbe and Goyle." Draco looked confused at this statement.

"How did you find out that I told them?" he asks Harry.

"They pulled me down from the staircase the other night and ordered me not to see you anymore." Harry waited in stillness so nerve-wracking that he had to ask Draco what would happen between them.

"Listen, Draco…I hate to ask this question now but…do you still want to be with me?" But before he could finish his question, Draco gently took his hand and kissed him, gently yet quick.

"You know I want to…it's a difficulty hiding it from my father and I'm sure your aunt and uncle would not be happy about it either. I just think that…I think it would be too hard…" and Harry's heart started to crack from the inside out and all Draco said was, "but that doesn't mean we can't try to make this work…we just have to be careful."

"Ron said to me that we should just sit together in the Great Hall and flaunt our relationship. He said to let people stare. They're only making fools and idiots out of themselves…at least I think that's what he said."

"Harry…I can't sit with you. I can't be seen with you, ever. I'm sorry but…this has to be a secret relationship…I'm sorry. If you can't accept it being secret then…then I can't be with you at all."

"Why? Why must it be secret? Love is supposed to be beautiful, right?"

"This isn't love," mumbled Draco under his breath.

"What?"

"Who said this is love, Harry? We just started dating a few nights ago, not even…" But Draco knew it in his heart how he felt and Harry was right.

"You're in denial," Harry said, "you can't handle this then maybe we shouldn't be in a relationship but…I want people to see us walking down the hall holding hands. I want to be able to dance with you during the Yule Ball…"

"Harry…I'll have nobody to live with. My father will kick me out, you know it and I know it."

"Then we'll live with my sister over the summer. Her name is Tanya and granted, she lives in America but still…she'll be willing to let us stay with her."

"What's she like?"

"She's…Tanya. She is a rockette, a ballerina, a tap dancer and an opera singer. What else do you want to know?"

"I want to know if you actually think this can work…because Harry…you have to realize what I'm about to do to my reputation…" Draco says, closing his eyes and begins crying.

"This will work…if you don't believe it will then we shouldn't bother trying but I promise you from the bottom of my half-muggle heart that it will work. Why would you ask such a question?"

"I just couldn't bare to say yes to the most important thing of which I don't know of…I'm not sure of anything right now except for one thing," Draco says.

"What are you sure of?"

"I know for a fact that even though it's just been a few days that…I'm in love with you and my father can't take that away from me. Nobody can take that from me and they'll be in a great deal of trouble if they tried."

"I'm in love with you too, Draco."

"And he personalizes it!"

"Of course I'll personalize it. I think it means a lot more."

"Fine. I'll do it too…I love you, Harry."

They began kissing and playing with each other's hair until they were so tired that they had nearly fallen asleep. Harry says, "This is kind of embarrassing but…I'd like to um…"

"Oh, come on. Don't ruin the moment," Draco says.

"No, no…nothing like that."

"Then what is it do you want to do?"

"There's a song that I know and when I'm with you, I hear it clearly but when we are away, I seem to forget the lyrics to it…"

"What song is it?" Draco asks.

"It's from this musical that my sister is hooked up on…The musical is called Wicked but the song is called For Good…it's at the end of the musical when the two witches are saying goodbye to each other because one of them gets melted."

"I've never heard of it before…" and suddenly Harry began singing the second verse to him.

"It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime so let me say before we part that so much of me is made of what I learned from you. You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart and now whatever way our stories end, I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend. Like a ship blown from it's mooring by a wind off the sea. Like a seed dropped by a sky bird in a distant wood. Who can say if I've been changed for the better but because I knew you, I have been changed for good." Harry blushes, "I know the entire song by heart…" Draco began to cry without Harry seeing him. It didn't work.

"What's wrong, Draco?"

"I know that song too…"

"How do you know it? I didn't think you listened to musicals."

"I don't but I do know that song in particular."

"How?"

"They played it at my best friend's funeral," said Draco.

"Oh…I'm-I'm so sorry. I wouldn't have sung it knowing that that's…I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, Harry really, don't worry about it. It was really…I'm not good at finding breathtaking words so I'm just going to say it as it is. That was really fucking sweet of you to sing to me and it was nice to hear it from you and not some weirdo trying to get in my pants…" Harry laughed as Draco said this.

"You deserve better than a weirdo. You deserve everything."

Draco blushes yet again, sighs and was at a loss for words. He had no idea what to say except, "Thank you…you…are…so beautiful to me," Draco said and laughed, "no, I'm sorry. That was…awful."

They both laughed.

"I love you, Draco."

"I love you too, Harry…but I'll be right back. I have to go and get something."

Draco had brought back a blanket for the two of them and some pillows with a picnic basket.

"I made this before meeting up with you…figured we could lay out here and watch the sunrise if you wanted to. It's nearly five in the morning as it is so what's the use of going to sleep now?"

"Oh, Draco…" and for once, Harry didn't know what to say, "thank you, really…that's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me…"

"Oh no it's not. Trust me."

And so they say waiting for the sun and cuddling underneath of what was left of the stars. They watched the sunrise together in total tranquility and serenity. They both knew that from then on out, everything would be okay…They knew it'd be a battle keeping their relationship stable but it was worth it.

(THERE WILL BE ANOTHER CHAPTER, I KNOW IT SOUNDS LIKE THE END BUT IT'S REALLY NOT.)