The next couple of months went by fast.
Harry spent most of them preparing for the final task, usually with Draco around. Harry and Draco have managed to keep their thing private, whatever it was, it was a secret; with the exception of Hermione, who found them out making out in an empty classroom.
"Oh." She said as she walked in on them, getting the attention of Harry and Draco, who were too busy sucking each other's faces off to notice her.
"Shit, Hermione!" Draco turned around surprised, caught off guard.
"Go on…" She said, as she slowly slid out and closed the door behind her, smirking at the both of them.
They would also get the occasional dirty look from Michael when they passed him by. It did not bother Harry, but Draco would guiltily look down.
"You didn't do anything wrong." Harry assured him.
"Yeah, it's definitely Harry's fault." Hermione added, Draco lightly chuckled.
"Hey!" Harry protested.
It was a sunny day in early May when the two of them were making out in the Forbidden Forest. They went on a picnic date, and they figured the forest was the best place for them to get some privacy. Obviously, they stayed at the edge where it is safe.
Until they heard a sound…
"Did you hear that?" Draco pulled away from Harry's lips.
Harry looked around, his hair all messy from Draco rumbling it while kissing him. "Hear what?"
And then, Harry heard it.
"That." Draco jerked to his feet.
"I heard it now." And so did Harry.
They watched as a man made it out from behind one of the trees. Harry recognized him as Mr. Crouch from the ministry.
"That's Barty Crouch Sr!" Draco recognized him too, probably as his father's colleague.
Barty Crouch Sr seemed to be talking to someone Harry and Draco did not see. Something about sending owls and ministry work. He seemed unwell. His clothes were torn and covered with mud and blood, his face was unshaved, and he seemed sleep deprived and starved.
"Mr. Crouch, are you okay?" Harry took a step closer.
Crouch grabbed Harry by his collar, and pulled him closer. "I need… I need to talk to Dumbledore."
"We can go to hi-" Harry started saying, trying to pull away from Crouch.
"You must warn him… I've done some stupid things…"
"Alright, if you just let me go-"
"I need to tell Dumbledore."
"Okay, I'll bring him to you." Harry said, and then looked to Draco. "Just stay with him."
"No! Don't leave me!" Crouch screamed terrified. "I escaped. They're coming for me."
"Who?" Draco asked, but Crouch totally ignored him.
"I must tell Dumbledore… Bertha… is dead… my son… I made a mistake… the Dark Lord is getting more powerful… I must warn Dumbledore…"
"Okay," Harry finally managed to escape his grip, "stay here, I'll go get Dumbledore." He then turned to Draco.
"I'll stay with him," Draco told him. "Go."
Harry ran to the castle and through the hallways to Dumbledore's office. He found the Headmaster and convinced him to follow him. Dumbledore did not need much convincing.
"What happened?" Dumbledore asked on their way there, and Harry told him everything he saw.
"What were you doing with Draco in the Forbidden Forest?" Dumbledore asked.
Shit. Harry just got flustered.
Dumbledore seemed to put two and two together. "Never mind." He smirked.
When they got there, however, Draco was lying unconscious on the ground, and Crouch was gone.