A/N: I plan on doing an epilogue that will take place once they're out of school. I'm thinking maybe a real wedding day. If there was anything that was not explained in the story that you would like cleared up, let me know. Also, let me know if there is anything specific you would like to see in the last chapter.

Draco and Harry walked to their old rooms in silence. Harry bit his lip and reached out to slip his hand in Draco's. He received a bright smile for his efforts. He blushed and let himself be pulled along. Draco gave the password and tugged Harry in after him. He considered going to the bedroom so they could lay in the bed, but he didn't think Harry was ready for that. He led him over to the couch instead. They both settled in next to each other.

Draco blushed before asking, "Do you mind if we cuddle?"

Harry gave a half smile. "Really? Not really what I would expect from you, but I have no objections."

Draco pushed Harry to lie down and then settled his own weight on top of Harry's. He wrapped his arms around Harry as best he could and tucked his head under Harry's chin. "That's better. I've missed this," he sighed, happily.

"Are you going to tell me now?"

Draco sighed. "I supposed I should." He lost himself in thought for a few moments to get his words together. "I think I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you. I was only 11 and didn't really understand my feelings yet. I also didn't realize that I liked boys. I was enthralled with you, but I just put it off as wanting to be your friend. I talked about the boy at the robe shop every day until I left for Hogwarts. It hurt when you rejected me. A lot. I became angry and took it out on you because of how I was raised. Over the years, I found myself craving your attention, no matter how I had to get it. I spent a whole week locked in my dorm when I found out you were dating Ginny."

Harry frowned. "Is that when Snape told everyone you had caught the flu?"

"Yes. He covered for me so no one would find out the truth. He made the other boys in my dorm sleep in the common room that whole week. He threatened them with detention if they complained or told anyone what they knew about me that week, which wasn't much. Severus was the only one who knew the whole story. He's my godfather, so he knows things that most people don't. Anyway, I tried to forget about you. It was difficult, though. You were everywhere I needed to be. It really took a toll on me."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

"You had already rejected me once. I wasn't going to give you a chance to do it again. Not to mention, you wouldn't have believed me. You would have thought it was prank or something. I was being driven crazy, though. Every time I went to class, there you were. Every time I turned a corner, there you were. Every time I went to the library, there you were. Half the time, you were with your girlfriend. I didn't know how much more I could take. It got so bad, that I had to do something. Anything. It reached the point that I didn't care how it turned out for me. I didn't care if you laughed at me or told the whole school. I was determined to at least get a kiss from you. If it went badly, I was going to arrange for homeschooling."

"But you never kissed me. Why not?"

"I was going to the day you knocked me down the stairs. Didn't you ever wonder why I was so close behind you? I had been following you for 15 minutes to gather my courage. I was going to turn you around and kiss you. Depending on your reaction, I would stick around and talk about it or run far, far away. I never got the chance. You reached the top of the stairs and froze. I peeked around to see what was going on. That's when I saw Ginny with that Irish fellow. I knew you would run off rather than face the betrayal right away. I changed my plan to following you and maybe try to comfort you. You kind of ran in the wrong direction, though, and knocked me down the stairs. That hurt like a bitch, by the way."

Harry winced. "I'm sorry. I really would never have hurt you like that on purpose."

"I know. I forgave you immediately. I woke up in the Hospital Wing with Madam Pomfrey asking a ton of ridiculous questions. She was asking if I remembered what happened, if I remembered my name, if I remembered where I was. I remember reading a book years ago about head injuries and amnesia. I knew that this was my perfect chance. I know how you are, and I knew you would agree to go along with whatever ridiculous story I concocted."

"Hey!"

Draco continued as if Harry had never spoken. "You like to save people. Even though I wasn't your favorite person, you would still want to help. I knew that if I could just get you to realize that you could love me, everything would be fine. Apparently, head injuries are not conducive to thinking things through. At first, everything was perfect. I had you and you treated me like I was precious and fragile, as you should. I loved being able to hold your hand, tell you I love you, and making you blush. The more time went on, the deeper my feelings got. The deeper my feelings got, the guiltier I felt for lying to you. I could see that you were falling for me, too. That made me feel worse. I tried to tell you the truth the night of our 'anniversary'. You threw me off with the offer to consummate our relationship. I had dreamed for years of giving myself to you."

Harry gave him a small squeeze. "You had already had sex, though."

Draco lifted his head to look in Harry's eyes. "No, I hadn't."

Harry gaped at him. "But the stories…"

"Are just that. Stories. Pansy started telling everyone that would listen that we had sex after the Yule Ball in Fourth Year. Other girls just added their own stories."

"Why wouldn't you deny it?"

"I was stupid. I thought if you heard all about how amazing I was in bed, you might get curious about it. I never slept with anyone, though. I was a virgin when you and I were together, Harry."

Harry smiled, softly. "I was, too."

"What? You never…"

"No. With Ginny, I wasn't really interested in it. I told her I wanted to wait until I was married. The truth is, I could never picture me and her in that way. I never thought I was gay. I thought I would want to by the time I got married."

Draco bit his lip. "Did I ruin your plan to wait?"

"No. I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't wanted to. You were the first person that made me want to."

Draco leaned in and kissed Harry softly. "I'm glad. I never wanted anyone but you."

"You never explained about that last morning."

Draco looked a little sheepish. "It wasn't what it looked like. Blaise had suspected for the last year about my feelings for you. I slipped up when I was talking to him the day before. I had mentioned that he owed me for this girl he tried to set me up with. She was horrible. He had set me up with her about a month before school started this year. He had let it alone at first. Apparently, he wanted to think and see if there was a way for him to blackmail me. In the end, he decided he just wanted me to be happy. He had seen you leaving, so he decided it was the perfect time to talk to me about it. He knew the password from that party we had. He let himself in and told me that he knew. It felt good to tell someone. I told him about how long I've loved you and that this was my one chance. He was going to play along with everything, but you kind of put a stop to that. The holding hands and hugging was just him offering me comfort. He and I both knew it wouldn't last much longer. He was worried about how I would feel when it was over. You never have to worry about him. He's completely straight. I actually pretend to flirt with him sometimes, because it makes him extremely uncomfortable and it's hilarious. You should try it sometime. He's a great friend. He doesn't shy away from affection towards me just because I'm gay. He does, however, get uncomfortable if I let, say, my hand linger a few seconds too long on his arm. His voice gets really high pitched. It would be great to see his face if we both did it."

Harry chuckled. "That would be great. If I give you another chance, though, I expect you to know that you're mine. No flirting with anyone unless I give the okay."

"Of course not," Draco said, indignantly. "After everything I went through to get you, I would never mess that up. Does this mean you're giving me another chance?"

"I want to. I'm just worried, I guess. I mean, Ginny cheated on me. I thought you cheated on me. It hurt a lot more with you, though. I was never really in love with Ginny, but I was in love with you. I still am."

"I've been in love with you since I was 11 years old. It hurt a lot when I found out you were dating Ginny. I thought I would never get a chance with you. Knowing that it could backfire on me and make you never speak to me again, I still took a chance. I will do anything I can to make it up to you for the rest of our lives if you give me another chance."

"How do I know how much was real, though?"

"I'll tell you. Obviously, I lied about our past. I lied about my memory. I never lied about my feelings. I may have overacted when I was with you. I'm not that sappy or easygoing. I'm a spoiled brat. I'll demand gifts and attention. I spend too much time getting dressed and doing my hair. I'm likely to be late for dates. I'll probably forget your birthday, and then tell you I was giving you birthday sex for your present so you don't realize that I forgot. I'll most likely end up burning all your clothes over a period of time so you don't immediately know what I'm doing. I'll buy you new clothes with some flimsy excuse of why I'm doing it. I never clean up after myself."

"Is this you talking me into giving you another chance?" Draco pinched him. "Ow!"

"I'm just saying that you can't expect things to be like they were. The real me is a mix of what you've seen all these years and what you've seen recently. You will still want to throttle me from time to time. But, if you give me a chance, I'll more than make up for it. I do have many moments of being sappy."

I like sappy you. I also like passionate and angry you. I'm willing to try again. As long as there are no secrets this time."

Draco gave him his favorite smile. "I can do that. In the spirit of no secrets, I should probably tell you that I plan to hex the Weaselette at the earliest opportunity before sending her flowers for being stupid enough to free you up for me."

Harry rolled his eyes and chuckled. "As long as you don't do it where I can see. I would like to be able to claim I knew nothing about it. I would love it if you could arrange for me to see the memory in a pensieve, though."

"Not quite the Golden Boy everyone thinks you are, huh?"

Harry snorted. "Ridiculous nicknames. I've never claimed to be noble."

"Don't worry. It'll be our little secret."