Chapter 7 : Confession

A week had passed since the last events occurred. Harry had been through a tough week at work. Crimes seemed to start emerging out of nowhere as soon as the countdown before Christmas day had begun.

Few days ago, after his sudden leave in the middle of Hermione's dinner party, Harry had received Hermione's visit the next morning. Finding the man in his weakest state, it didn't take her long before making him confess everything he had been keeping up from her up until now.

Hermione showed deep compassion towards the man. Instead of asking him all the questions she has in mind, she chose to lend Harry a friendly ear that he had been missing all along.

Since that one day, all means of communications between Harry and Malfoy has been cut. Harry hasn't tried contacting him since then, and neither has Malfoy.

Life went on the same way as usual. For Harry, everything went back to how it was before. He spent most of his free time meeting up with Ron during lunch and visiting Hermione on evenings. He was glad he was able to strengthen his ties with his best friends once again.

"So, for when's the little one?" Harry asked one Saturday morning at breakfast table.

Ron was sitting across the table, filling his mouth with the sweet cookies Hermione baked earlier for Christmas day. Hermione, on the other hand, was reading the newspaper.

"I found out I was pregnant for three months." Hermione explained, putting the newspapers aside and fixing Harry with a slight blush. Harry had rarely seen her that excited about something. "Which means…Only six months left. You have no idea how excited I am."

"I can tell." Harry showed a small grin and Hermione blushed. "What about the name? Have you guys decided yet?"

"Romione-" Ron stated.

"Not yet!" Hermione interrupted, throwing Ron a displeased frown. "And no, we're not going to give our son or daughter that stupid name of yours. For god's sake Ron, show some seriousness, this isn't a joking matter!"

Ron frowned back and with a full mouth, began explaining how much he was serious about his choice of name.

Harry watched the two lovers argue and wondered if that's how it would've been like if he and Malfoy were still in good terms. He showed a faint smile.

Hermione quickly stood up, picked the plates of cookies from under Ron's nose and put it in front of Harry.

"Have some. I just baked them this morning. Ron already finished half of what I prepared." Hermione announced with a sigh. "So have you decided on a date yet?"

Harry picked a cookie and pushed it into his mouth. He flinched; it was too sweet for his taste. "What are you talking about?" He asked in a muffled sound then reached for a cup of milk.

"Harry, don't tell me you forgot. Tomorrow's the Christmas party. We've all been invited by the Minister, remember?" Hermione reminded him. She wasn't surprised when Harry choked on his drink. The man had really forgotten.

Harry coughed then drank some more milk until he was finally able to take his breath. He had not only forgotten but he had totally erased this information from his mind.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, mate. You're not obliged to have a partner to show up at the party. Right, 'Mione?" Ron gazed at his wife who narrowed her eyes at him. "Did I say something useless again?"

Hermione ignored him and looked back at Harry. "Listen, if you don't have a date, I can always-"

"Ron's right." Harry concluded. "After all that have happened, I'm not sure I'd be able to stand the company of anyone other than my friends. At least for now…" Harry explained and looked down.

"Harry…"

Hermione looked worriedly at Ron then back at her best friend. "You can always come along with us." She suggested.

Harry threw her a confused gaze. "What? But wouldn't that be a bit…" Harry's eyes darted towards Ron who shrugged.

"'Yeah, I think Mione's right for once." Ron said while flinching at the rough nudge he received on his shoulder. "You should come along. It would be bloody boring sulking alone back home in a Christmas night."

Harry smiled genuinely. He was happy knowing his friends cared for him this much.

"Thanks guys. But I'll be fine by myself. Don't worry." He showed a faint smile then threw another cookie in his mouth, flinching at how sweet it was.

Ron and Hermione exchanged silent gazes. The three ended up changing the subject shortly after, talking about their Christmas memories back in Hogwarts for the rest of the morning.

The day passed by so fast that before he knew it, Harry was already running his way back to the office for an emergency call. Apparently, some teenager wizards broke into a shop and stole a good amount of goods when the owner had left for Europe a day ago. Exactly the kind of cases Harry hated the most to work on.

It always had to be one or two imbeciles ruining Harry's holiday with a lame thievery act. Harry had to apparate immediately to the bookshop and catch the two, which took less longer than planned.

Harry realized he wasted his whole evening in a case he wasn't supposed to take care of. But thanks to all of his friends giving him excuses such as "I've got plans with family" he had no other choice but to do it.

It was already night time when Harry finally dismissed. He pushed his apartment's door open only to be welcomed by a deadly silence. He should've gotten used to it by now but it still sent his mood down each time he noticed how lonely of a person he was.

His eyes looked at his bedroom's door and he remembered the day Malfoy walked him home after that crazy incident with Zabini. He hadn't talked to Zabini since then, but he later found out the man was half right about the story he told him to lure Harry in. Harry forgave him but chose to keep his distance from now on.

Malfoy on the other hand hasn't done anything wrong.

Malfoy perfected his act. He fulfilled every part of it to the point Harry began blaming himself for all that happened. And yes, he was right. He was one to blame for ruining their relationship by developing feelings for the man.

"Serves me right." Harry muttered. He threw his body on the couch and landed his hands behind his head while focusing on the ceiling.

Harry had been thinking too much about it lately, to the point he no longer felt ashamed for doing what he had done. He would always remember that astonished expression upon Malfoy's face after stealing a kiss from him. Oh, how sweet the man's lips felt.

"Stop thinking about it, damn it…" He cursed underneath his breath while hiding his face under his palm. Harry had already given up but a part of him was clinging tightly to that one memory. Whenever he would close his eyes, Harry would replay that scene over and over again. His body would shiver each time he does. It was painful yet beautiful.

"Malfoy…" He breathed out in a shivering sigh. Harry felt his heart clench around itself.

Harry spent the rest of the night curling up on his couch and waiting for sleep to take him away from the living pain he was going through.

His wish was granted but it was already too late. The sun peeked through the horizon, caressing but not yet melting away the cold snow that covered the city. Harry's eyes opened slowly to fix the table in front of him for a whole minute.

Today was Christmas day. One was supposed to celebrate with family and friends, but to Harry, it was just another random day that he would probably spend home, doing nothing but watching TV programs that would remind him of the festivity.

Harry closed his eyes once again. He would rather spend the day resting than getting depressed.

Few hours passed by rather quickly and Harry woke up at the sound of someone knocking at his door.

"Hermione?..." Harry wondered as he stood up lazily. His eyes landed on the clock that showed five in the afternoon. "Coming."

Harry reached for the door and opened it. Strangely, nobody stood there and a simple piece of paper was lying on the ground. He picked it up.

"Tonight at the Minister's party, 8 pm" Harry flipped the paper back and forth confusingly.

He walked few steps out of the apartment, looking down the stairs and grasping the shadow of a hooded person exiting the building. "Hey, wait!"

Harry called out to the mysterious person. He quickly ran down the stairs and pushed the building's door open to look outside. No sign of the hooded person around.

Harry shivered at the cold and sneezed. He was lightly clothed and quickly rushed back inside.

Wondering who that person might have been, Harry picked the piece of paper and read through the lines once again. Whoever this person was, they were inviting Harry to assist the party which he was avoiding the most.

"There's no way I'm going." Harry concluded. He walked back in and closed the door of his apartment.

Few hours later, the clock was showing past eight in the evening and Harry was fully dressed, ready to head out.

"What the hell am I doing?" Harry sighed deeply. The person might not be who he wishes them to be, but Harry wanted some company so desperately he would do anything for it.

"All right, just because I look like a pathetic git spending Christmas night alone at home... Might as well." He nodded at the mirror that showed his reflection. Harry pushed his glasses up, ran his fingers through his messy hair one last time before heading out.

Harry apparated to where the party was held. The place was crowded with guests and Harry's fear of attracting attention around got to him. In the blink of an eye five wizards and witches surrounded him and each of them would introduce themselves and attempt to get friendly with the man. Nothing could make him suffocate more than this.

Harry simply wished to go back home at that moment. He no longer cared whether or not he'd spend his Christmas night alone.

While trying his best to keep a wide smile around the strangers, Harry caught the sight of Blaise Zabini walk into the hall with a Slytherin female he recognized back from Hogwarts.

A frown showed upon Harry's face once their eyes met. Zabini flashed his usual seductive smile that sent shivers down Harry's spine.

To Harry's surprise, Zabini excused his date and was now walking his way. Zabini stopped close to the small group of people surrounding Harry.

"Harry Potter. It's been a long while, hasn't it?" Zabini announced with a wide friendly smile. The few wizards and witches exchanged questioning gazes about the man's identity. "Now, now. This shall be celebrated. Let us have a drink."

Zabini excused himself before stepping in the middle of the group and snatched Harry out of it. Harry couldn't complain. He silently agreed by following Zabini after excusing himself as well.

"I could tell you've been struggling badly back then." Zabini stated.

"Don't expect me to thank you, Zabini." Harry muttered in a displeased tone. He stopped at the buffet and poured himself a drink.

"You don't have to, Harry. It's my job to thank you after all." Zabini smiled carelessly. He picked a glass of champagne and sipped from it.

"What does that mean?" Harry frowned.

"Remember the reporter who kept stalking me and ruining my reputation? He quit." Zabini explained.

"So you're going to try sounding thankful and attempt to lure me into one of your traps again, aren't you?" Harry threw harshly back at him.

Zabini let out a small chuckle. He seemed nothing but amused by Harry's reaction.

"You're more than right to be careful around me, Harry. I don't blame you." Zabini's eyes looked towards the crowd of people that earlier surrounded Harry, and that now piled up around a certain couple. "It must be tough being famous, isn't it?"

Harry sighed shortly and looked around the hall. His eyes searched through the present people, trying to spot the one person that left the note by his door earlier.

"Zabini." Harry suddenly called him. "Have you by any chance been in my neighborhood earlier this evening?" Harry glanced suspiciously towards the man.

Zabini's eyes didn't seem to look away from that one couple. Shortly after, had he realized that Harry addressed to him.

"Pardon me, I wasn't paying attention. What was the question again?" Zabini seemed deep in thought and it was the first time Harry had seen that side of his.

"I was asking whether you…"

Zabini's eyes rushed back towards the middle of the hall and this time Harry took a glance as well. To his surprise, Zabini had been watching both Ginny and Dean that stood in the middle of the hall along with few of their mutual friends.

"May I ask you something personal, Harry?" Zabini asked while Harry was in the middle of pouring himself more wine. "Ginny… She has been cheating on you without your very knowledge, am I right?"

Harry frowned. "If this is supposed to turn into an insulting conversation then you better-"

"I have a confession to make." Zabini suddenly said. "Harry… Are you willing to hear me out?"

To Harry's surprise, Zabini showed a troubled expression. Harry wondered for a second whether or not to accept listening to someone who once tried taking advantage of him. But in the end, Harry nodded.

At the other side of the hall, pairs of couples walked in every two seconds. Hermione walked in a rush, pulling Ron along with her, scolding him for being late. Neville and Luna were sitting apart from each other, Luna's father taking the sit in between them and indulging in a very expressional conversation with his daughter.

Across from the Gryffindors sat two familiar Slytherins. Malfoy had showed up with an elegant date, yet a very noisy one. Pansy had been clinging to him since earlier and Malfoy started regretting accepting coming along.

"Come on, Draco. Don't be all gloomy in such a festive day. You'll make all the hot men around us run off." Pansy nudged the man next to her while she picked a glass of wine in the other hand.

"If you came here to get yourself a date, then why exactly am I tagging along?" Malfoy muttered in an annoyed tone.

"We all know you attract hot guys." Pansy explained. "Like Potter for example."

Malfoy threw a glare towards the woman who chuckled amusingly.

"You're very cute. But really, with that expression on your face you are definitely spending tonight's Christmas like a lonely prat."

"Who are you calling a prat?"

Pansy totally ignored his comment and enjoyed checking out the wizards around the place.

"Well, well." Pansy let out one of those evil chuckles of hers. "Look what we've got here."

Malfoy rolled his eyes as in a "what is it again" kind of way before looking the same way as Pansy. Malfoy's eyes landed on Harry who was leaning against the buffet table next to Zabini. The two seemed in the middle of an intimate serious conversation.

The scene ticked Malfoy off for some reason and Pansy noticed that. "Looks like your little lover is seeking comfort in someone else's arms." Pansy hummed the sentence in a teasing way.

Malfoy clicked his tongue and looked away. "Lover? My ass. I don't care what happens of him anymore."

Pansy found the situation extremely amusing, especially after Malfoy told her everything that happened between him and Harry. She came to one and only conclusion by the end of Malfoy's tale. The two of them are a bunch of idiots.

"Well, if you're deciding to continue being your utterly unattractive self, then I might as well look for some handsome men by my own." Pansy stood up immediately. She put a quick kiss on Malfoy's cheek who showed a disgusted reaction before she walked away to cling on the first wizard she ran into.

Malfoy didn't show any concern. He kept glancing towards Harry and Zabini now and then while sipping from his glass of wine. Before he knew it, he had drunk two full cups and he started feeling slightly more relaxed.

Malfoy hated crowded parties such as this one. His Christmas were usually spent with his mother back in the manor but this year his mother decided to leave him to marry a man and run away to France with him, leaving Malfoy alone.

Malfoy's past week was as boring as his entire life after Hogwarts. Although he would've considered Hogwarts boring as well but his actual life was way worse. He didn't think he would find excitement in the short plan he played along with Harry the week before but as it ended, Malfoy realized how boredom started sneaking back into his everyday life the way it always did.

Malfoy put down his empty glass, mentally slapping himself in order to stop pouring wine. His slightly tired eyes looked almost unintentionally towards the buffet table. Zabini and Harry were no longer there.

His grey eyes scanned the entire hall but no single sign of the two men. Malfoy began wondering if Zabini didn't force Harry to follow him somewhere so he could take advantage of him again. Slight worry showed on Malfoy's face but he immediately shook his head.

"That idiot deserves it." He muttered in a sigh. His hand lost the fight of restriction and ended up reaching for the bottle and pouring more wine into his glass.

Meanwhile, Harry and Zabini decided to head away from the crowd. They ended up leaving to the deck.

It was freezing cold outside but had stopped snowing. Harry zipped up his coat and let out hot breath into his palms, rubbing them together to warm up a little.

Zabini walked to a small bench covered in snow. He brushed some of it aside and sat down, patting the spot next to him for Harry to join.

"What is this all about?" Harry asked, keeping clear distance between him and the man. "Let me warn you. If this is going to end up with you trying to push yourself on me again, I can assure you I won't hesitate to hex the living out of you." Harry seemed serious.

Zabini showed a smile and nodded. "I understand. Now, please have a sit, Harry."

Harry hesitated a bit before deciding to join the other on the bench. He hissed lightly at how cold the surface was.

"Remember Harry, that day I took advantage of you in your drunken state?" Zabini suddenly brought up. Harry's glare showed how uncomfortable he was around this subject. "Of course you remember, what am I thinking?" Zabini smiled once again. Harry could notice it was a forced smile for once.

"That night, there was someone else in that bar. Someone I've had eyes on for as long as I can remember." Zabini explained while looking down at his hands. "That person… They never gave me much thought. I've loved them for years but they never cared about me. I cannot believe I went all the way as to push myself on you only to try and trigger their jealousy…" Zabini stopped for a moment to sigh.

Harry had been listening silently to the man. He couldn't remember well the events of that night but he could still hear Zabini apologizing over and over again while making his way on him.

"You're saying you almost raped me just to make someone else jealous?" Harry responded harshly. "Do you have any shame left?" Harry immediately stood up. He could feel rage start boiling inside him.

"I know, Harry. I know. This is why I told you… This is a confession. So please, I beg of you. Listen to me until the end." Zabini begged. His eyes looked pathetic, miserable. It was the first time Harry has seen him this vulnerable. Harry crossed his hands and stood there silently. Zabini smiled in relief.

"Your past wife, Ginny, have been cheating on you with Dean." Zabini suddenly brought up. "… And Dean had been cheating on me with her."

Harry's eyes widened silently at the confession.

"A month ago, Dean came to my house. He announced that he could no longer keep up with me. That he needed to settle down, have a normal life, a normal family." Zabini sighed once again and this time he held his face in between his two hands.

"I was broken hearted. I couldn't take it. I turned into the heartless seductive asshole I am. I started hunting down every famous person, sleeping with them, dirtying their reputations only so I could catch Dean's attention. I thought that maybe if I did that, he would burn with jealousy and face me… But he didn't. And that's when you came along, Harry…" Zabini uncovered his face and looked at Harry this time.

Harry was silent all along. He was still processing every single word the man spoke. Everything the man said was new to him, yet made perfect sense.

"At first, I thought we were the same. We both lost our lovers to another person. But I was honestly not expecting Malfoy to join the picture." Zabini stood up and walked a bit around the bench.

"Yours and Malfoy's relationship is honestly beyond my understanding. The rivalry yet attraction between the two of you make it one solid of a relationship. I was a bit jealous, I must admit. And so, I tried playing along." Zabini chuckled faintly. "No man has ever resisted my flirting before. To think that with you, Harry I knew my first defeat… " Zabini couldn't help but laugh.

"You're one weird man…" Harry concluded.

"You think so?" Zabini pushed his hands into his pockets and walked back towards Harry. "I guess love makes the strongest of men turn into a vulnerable being." Zabini finally said.

Harry looked silently aside.

"Thank you, Harry. Thank you for listening to me, I truly needed it." Zabini smiled genuinely. He patted softly Harry's shoulder. Harry simply nodded and watched him walk away.

Zabini stopped by the door and looked back.

"By the way, Harry. Do not underestimate my observation skills." Zabini said loudly. "He's been watching you." He added with a wide smirk before leaving a confused Harry behind.

Harry repeated Zabini's tale in his mind, trying to spot a single lie, a small mistake that would prove his mischief but failed. Zabini had been truthful for once and Harry could feel it. His honesty surprised him still. Zabini was in love with Dean for years, probably since Hogwarts, but Dean left him for Ginny just life Ginny left Harry for Dean.

So little did he know him, Harry still could understand the pain of being cheated on and left behind. Just like him, Zabini was broken hearted.

"I guess I would let it slip this one time…" Harry sighed deeply. He still couldn't forgive Zabini entirely but he had decided to see the man under another light.

A chill ran through Harry's body and as he lifted his head up to look in front of him, someone pushed the door open and walked into the deck.

The person walked around the deck for a while. They seemed to ignore Harry's presence. Harry followed them with his eyes.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry asked loudly.

The man turned back, showing his face clearly. Malfoy's gray eyes fixed Harry for a second before looking away.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Malfoy responded in a confident tone. "Did he push you around again? You don't look like you're able to refuse people, Potter."

Harry narrowed his eyes.

"And you don't look like you're here because you're oh-so-worried about me. So let me ask you again, what the hell do you want, Malfoy?"

Malfoy turned back to face Harry. He had a dark grey coat on that suited him perfectly. His stormy gray eyes eyed Harry whose heart throbbed violently.

"You make it sound as if I'm a threat." Malfoy narrowed his eyes in a displeased manner. He took few steps around the deck. "Moreover, I'm out here to catch some fresh air. Do you have a problem with that?"

Harry didn't seem convinced with the answer. "Fine then. Take your time."

He stood up, dusted off his coat and walked to the door. Malfoy's eyes followed him.

"Are you chickening out again, Potter?" Malfoy loudly spoke, making Harry to stop by the door and turn back to face him with a glare.

"You're going to run away again? Can't face me anymore after what you've done last time? How much of a coward can you be, exactly?"

Malfoy's harsh words seemed to have gotten to Harry. He stood there for a while before opening his mouth.

To Malfoy's surprise, Harry lifted up his hands and clapped slowly.

"Good job on being a fucking arse, Malfoy." Harry spoke in a loud tone. Malfoy opened his mouth to speak but Harry was faster this time.

"What exactly do you want me to say? What part should I begin with, hm?" Harry took small steps towards Malfoy as he acted as if he was in deep thought.

"The one with me thinking you were a good person? The one when I thought I might actually give you a second chance and that you could be a great friend? Oh, or is it the one… With me falling for you like a bloody idiot while you were too busy playing the role of the perfect boyfriend to notice the pain I've been going through?" Harry blurted out everything he had been keeping inside him all along.

"I've been a fool, thinking that you could return my feelings. The day you showed up at Hermione's party, I thought it was a sign." Harry laughed sarcastically. "A fucking fool, that's what I am."

Malfoy stood silently in front of Harry. Those grey eyes of his fixing Harry, killing him inside.

"Why are you not saying anything, Malfoy? Insult me, make fun of me. Isn't that what you're always excelling at?" Harry almost shouted those last words, his heart breaking into pieces, but Malfoy chose to stand silent.

Now that he had let everything out, Harry felt much better but somehow weaker. Standing in front of the man he once hated but now loved, it made him miserable. Zabini's words were true. Love can make of the strongest man a vulnerable being.

"I have one last question, Malfoy. After that, I will leave and make sure you'll never hear of me again." Harry spoke calmly.

Malfoy gazed silently at him. He didn't show any motion nor spoke a word. He simply glanced at Harry.

"Fine, I'll ask ahead, anyway." Harry insisted. "Have you ever felt…Even the slightest thing towards me?" Harry asked forward.

Malfoy's eyes darted instantly aside and Harry's followed. Malfoy took in a deep breath then let out a long sigh. The silence took longer than few minutes and Harry understood its meaning.

"All right. I understand now. I get it." Harry sighed. "I'm just going to-"

"Are you bloody serious? Harry Potter…" Malfoy finally spoke Harry's full name. He lifted up his hand and ran his fingers through his blonde almost white hair as he faced Harry. "…And a Malfoy. Do you realize how ridiculous this sounds?"

Harry blinked in confusion at Malfoy's words. His green eyes followed the male who walked around and rubbed in between his eyes.

"W-What do you mean?" Harry hesitantly asked.

"I cannot believe you've got such poor taste in men, honestly, Potter. Such disappointment." Malfoy threw Harry a frown. Somehow it looked softer than his usual frown.

Malfoy took few steps towards Harry to stop right before him.

"If you are that excited to dirty your name with a Malfoy's then be it. Do not blame it on me if this ends up in the Daily Prophet for the following months."

Harry's eyes softened as he showed a genuine smile.

"Haven't I already done that the moment I chose you to play the role of my boyfriend?" Harry took the last step to almost close the distance between them.

"This better not be just another act, then. I do not plan to waste another oh-how-many bloody years just to get to be your fake boyfriend again." Malfoy muttered. He placed his hands around Harry's waist.

"Again? Wait, what does that mea-?" Harry narrowed his eyes in a confused way but his lips were stolen by the man in front of him.

The kiss, almost as sweet as it felt the times before, took Harry's breath away. The way Malfoy pressed his lips against his, held him tighter in his arms, returned the affection Harry had been craving to get all along, it was all better than Harry could ever imagine in his lonely fantasies.

The coldness outside couldn't compete with the flames of desire and the burning passion within Harry's body.

A freezing cold sensation landed on Harry's face and he opened his eyes to notice a white snowflake land on his cheek. Soon, more snow fell down and the whole space around them was covered in white.

Tender fingers brushed against Harry's cheek, warming up the spot where the snowflake fell. Harry smiled tenderly at the sight of the passionate stares of Malfoy. He lifted up his hands and put the hood on top of Malfoy's head, covering him up.

"So it was you." Harry concluded.

"What ?" Malfoy threw him a questioning look.

"The note by my door this evening." Harry showed a small smirk. "You could've just sent Raff but you came all the way by yourself... How thoughtful."

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. "Way to ruin the mood, scarhead." Malfoy muttered in an annoyed yet embarrassed way. He took off his hood and walked towards the door.

Harry laughed loudly while watching his back. "Hey, wait for me." Harry amusingly called. "Draco!" For the first time, Harry was confident enough to call him by his first name when no one else was around.

Malfoy didn't look back, but Harry could see him brush his cheeks to try and rub the slight blush away.

Back inside, more drinks have been served and everyone was enjoying their time. Hermione and Ron were telling almost every single person in the party about the coming-up baby. Neville and Luna were struggling to get Luna's father to find a date in order to leave the couple alone. Pansy was surrounded by four wizards that Harry could recognize as famous Quidditch players.

Harry and Draco were sitting together at a table, drinking to their heart's content. Ginny and Dean passed by and Ginny threw disgusted looks towards Harry. Draco cursed the woman silently, he had always hated her for a reason or another.

Zabini was drunk and had appeared out of nowhere to snatch Dean away from Ginny. The two had an intense loud argument that ended up with them making out in the middle of the hall. Ginny threatened to hex the both of them but out of shame, ended up leaving with some other wizard, probably one of her many lovers.

Harry enjoyed himself for the rest of the night. Meals have been served, drinks have been consumed. It was the first time in a long while Harry drank openly without caring about any consequences. Because he knew one thing for sure, Draco was there for him.

No matter how much we keep pushing away the loneliness inside us it only keeps growing bigger, feeding on our last strings of happiness until there's none left. But the moment we accept it, the moment we face it with determination and strong will, we notice how much we were blinded by self-hatred all along, because all of the people we have put faith on before were actually there for us.

Harry was never alone, and never again will be.

~End~

I should apologize first for the very very late update. I have been through a lot and my mood for writing left me for a while. I am honestly glad I ended this here although I had more ideas to add. I do not want to make you wait any longer so I decided to settle things now.

I hope you enjoyed the ride~