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When Death Calls (Complete)	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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"Avada Kedavra!"

There's a long birth of nothing then a blinding light sparking behind my eyes, stretching all existence out and away from me. My fingers curl, scrapping against broken glass and jagged stone...these things I can't see but I can feel them as if I'm teetering on the edge of this world - a sensation that's becoming all to familiar.

I blink.

It’s slow and painful and does nothing to shatter the white light that is consuming me. Maybe I really am going to die, perhaps death isn't willing to give me up so easily, allowing me just enough time to kill Voldemort before reclaiming me.

The stone pressing against my cheek is wet...blood maybe? But I can't move from it, can't lift my head or even open my mouth and all sound gets trapped and lost in my sore throat.

"...Harry..."

The buzzing in my head snaps with a violent jolt and my lips pry themselves open, revolting against the deadening weight entrapping me. I know that voice, but it doesn't seem to be coming from anywhere, just a phantom on the wind, beckoning to me. I manage to drag a gasp from my constricting lungs, my fingers crawling forward, creeping towards the voice wrapping around me.

If only I can get to him, than maybe this light will transform back to the colors of the living and the paralysis that seems to be threatening every one of my muscles will dissipate. I swallow, urging my tongue and lips to form his name, struggling to gather the breath needed to expel it out into the world beyond me. "D-d-dra..."

"Oh my god Harry, Harry! Can you hear me?" The urgent voice swims over my head and I feel a pressure grasping at my shoulder. "It’s going to be alright Harry. You did it, he's gone...its going to be okay..."

I squeeze my eyes shut and open, shut and open as color and shape slowly reform themselves. The pieces of the living world begin to converge, drifting back together, drawing before my stinging eyes the broken stretch of ancient stone - riddled with heaps of fallen rock and bodies twisted in death. The movement of feet shuffles in and out and I can't seem to see past what's directly touching the ground.

And then there's a mess of curly brown hair filling my view, large watery eyes fixing into mine. "Oh Harry...say something."

"Hey." I rasp, my hand inching up with great difficultly from the ground to touch any part of her, trying to let her know I'm alright. Her hair tangles in my fingers and slowly the weight pinning me flat starts receding, my ears suddenly filled with all the sound of the those still living.
Their voices reach me in a kaleidoscope of jubilation and sorrow.

Pushing up onto my hands, I hiss out in pain as every muscle in my body screams in protest. "You alright?" I ask, concentrating my vision on the ground once more as everything sways dangerously.

"Yeah..." Hermione answers softly, her hands reaching out to steady me as I struggle to bring myself upright. "Here, sit down for a bit."

I sit back on my knees, brushing a shaking blood streaked hand through my grimy hair. "It's really over?" I ask quietly, trying and failing to recall all the details of the battle that had just taken place. Why is it all so fuzzy?

"Yes Harry, it's finally over." Her arms warp around me, tears slipping over her dirty cheeks

"Where's Ron?" My eyes scan the courtyard with a slow kind of agony...so much blood and death...

"He's inside with..." She chokes on a sob with a shake of her head. "...they're with Fred..." She wipes her eyes on the back of her hand and tries to give me a little smile. "He was here but you weren't waking and...his family needed him...he was a bit reluctant to leave you though."

I nod, screwing my eyes closed again in an attempt to shut out all the horror around me. "Yeah...no, I mean I'm glad he's with them." Every word out of my mouth feels forced and foreign as if they don't belong to me. Everything is so wrong, so twisted. Yes the war is over, yes we won but the cost is too high and the weight of all the dead sits like a crushing boulder on my heart.

I wasn't fast enough.

And now what? They say the end is time for healing to begin but I don't know how to do that...

"What happened in the Forest?" Hermione clutches herself in a tight hug and I can see a storm of sorrow filling her eyes. I know she's trying to keep herself together by doing what she always does - asking questions.

Shaking my head I glance around, finding it hard to look at her. "Hermione, I..." my voice stops in midair when I see him, standing across the courtyard, atop the stairs leading into the castle.

He's staring at me, blond hair streaked back with mud and blood, trousers ripped at the knee - a steady flow of crimson trickling down his leg. His shirt, barely clinging to him from when my own hands had torn it, is soaked with blood - whether his or someone else's I can't be sure.

But it's his eyes that hold me, the striking blue forcing all the air from my lungs.

"Draco," I gasp out in a whisper and I just barely catch Hermione's confused look before I'm scrambling awkwardly to my feet. My legs feel like led as I force them forward, my feet catching and stumbling on the uneven surface, all the while his gaze boring into me, his body as still as a statue on the steps.

The same reckless desperation that had driven me to him earlier has come crashing back with vengeance.

I don't know what to expect when I get to him, our brief time together had been wrought with urgency and frantic lust, giving little to anything else. And then...then I had locked him screaming in the classroom as I fled to what I thought was going to be my death. I never dreamed I was going to see him again but here we are...

I make it halfway across the expanse before he moves, his feet taking careful steps down the stairs as he watches me run towards him. I barely register voices calling my name around me and know somewhere deep down that I should be addressing them. That I should be making sure everyone else is alright and comforting the mourning, but for the second time today I find myself unable to do as I should.

Instead I relent to my selfishness and drag myself across the yard pushing away everything but him...again...

Ironically facing death as seemed to bring the Slytherin out in me.

I push past a group of people and feel my heart skip and stomach flip as he picks up his pace, his feet nearly running down the steps. I reach out as I near him, for what purpose I'm unsure, but my fingers are aching to touch him again - perhaps to prove to myself that it's not a dream, that I really am alive and so is he.

Because everything around me is mad, everything is broken, and I shouldn't be breathing.

In a split second he's right in front of me and his face contorts in anger, his eyes snapping with fury. My mouth opens around his name again, my fingers just brushing against his sticky red chest and then there's a burst of crunching pain exploding along my jaw. I gasp and stumble, my hand pressing into the quickly bruising skin as I stare wide eyed at him.

He shakes his fist out, the skin on the knuckles cracked and growing purple from the force of the punch. He's glaring daggers at me, his jaw clenched so tightly it looks as if he's going to break his teeth.

The quiet madness that has been humming through me every since coming to face down on the ground is reflecting in his eyes and it's a strange kinship that blossoms in my chest despite the numbing pain in my face. It’s something without proper words but I can feel it and can see it in him. It's unearthly and unbalanced and I want to wrap myself in him again - to let the scent of his skin and taste of his mouth wash away this nameless...poison.

I hear Hermione call out to me, but I stay perfectly still with my hand holding my jaw and my eyes drowning in his. And then in the blink of an eye the world slips away from me again.

It all happens so quickly, Draco's fuming silence shatters with an abrupt scream of furious pain in the midst of a sudden explosion of red light. I yelp and leap towards him as his hand claws against his Dark Mark, his body swaying, his eyes round as saucers before rolling back in his head as he collapses to the ground in a heap of twitching agony.

I fall with him, his body held at an awkward angle in my arms. "Draco!" I scream, my eyes roaming his body trying to sort out where the new injury is coming from but he's covered in so much blood...

My eyes land on the brightly glowing Dark Mark and it all comes suddenly back to me, Draco's voice from earlier swimming in my head.

"...Traitors call..."



       ****

The last several hours have been hell.

The moments after his collapse were a fuzzy disjointed mess of terror and I can only recall them in small snippets. There was nothing I could do but clutch him to me and beg for Hermione's help. For once she had no idea what to do and we were surrounded by so much suffering and so many wounded that there wasn't anyone available who could.

Somehow we made it to St. Mungo’s. Don't remember how we managed that but I do recall suddenly standing in the over crowded waiting room, shouting at the workers in crisp white uniforms to do something for him.

It took too long to get him into a Healer...

No one wanted to treat someone with a Dark Mark and all the other wounded stared at us as if I had gone insane. They couldn't fathom why Harry Potter, the boy who had just moments ago defeated the Dark Lord, was trying to save one of his followers. One witch had even out right and asked me that, only for me to stare at her with a crazed laugh and tears in my eyes that no doubt only cemented their view of my mental collapse.

But all that was hours ago and now everything is horribly quiet.

They haven't let me see him since slapping him on a gurney and wheeling him into room 424. That number is seared into my eyes as I've been staring at the polished brass digits even since they shut the door on me.

"Harry?"

I glance up from my spot on the floor slumped against the wall, to find Hermione staring down at me, a frown tugging on her lips. She's washed up, the dirt caking her hands and face since last I saw her is gone and she's wearing a clean set of clothes as well, her hair neatly brushed and pulled back.

How long have I been here exactly?

"You're back." I say simply, my voice cracking. My dry stinging eyes rove back over to the closed door before me and I hear her sigh.

"I went to the Burrow to be with everyone." She sits down next to me, placing a careful hand on my knee. "They were all asking about you."

"Wha'd you tell them?" I ask and I know I should feel bad for not being there with her but I'm not, I don't really feel anything at the moment. Maybe that witch was right, maybe I have lost it, maybe this war I've been fighting all my life has finally broken me just as it ended.

I never would have thought that all it would take is Draco dying behind closed doors to do it.

Fate has a funny sense of humor it seems.

"I told them you were here, I just didn't mention..." She trails off as her eye's flicker quickly over to the closed door. I can tell she's dying to ask me a million questions. That it's probably killing her trying to figure out why I lost it when Draco got hit with an unknown curse and why I've camped outside his room every since.

"How are they all doing? How's Ron?" I hear myself asking but it sounds strange to my own ears.

"Alright, as good as can be expected I suppose."

I nod, feeling a brief but powerful pang of sorrow at the fresh reminder of Fred's death.

"Did...did something happen between you and Malfoy?" She asks softly.

I don't answer right away, just keep staring at the door, trying to will it open so I can know what’s going on behind it. They haven't told me anything, despite the fact that I bombard them with questions anytime someone enters and exits the room. "Yeah." I finally breathe out, barely loud enough for her to hear.

"When?" I know the look on her face without even turning to her. I know that I don't even have to answer because she'll figure it out soon enough. She'll flip back through that insane memory of hers and zero in on all the times we were apart for any length of time, than compare them to our interactions after and then finally..."oh...did you run into him after seeing Snape's memories?"

"Something like that." I mutter as my mind suddenly fills with images and sounds of us moving together, the memory of his touch on my flesh still burning so brightly in my mind I can almost feel it, can almost hear him groaning my name. I clench my fist against the onslaught.

Everything is so fucked up.

"What happened? You looked so distraught when you found us on your way to the Forbidden Forest, I thought it was because...but that wasn't it was it?" I stay silent as her gaze probes me. I don't know if I'm relieved she's so smart or horrified at the thought that she's probably going to figure it all out. It doesn't take long before her hand reaches up and brushes against my neck. I know without even looking that she's tracing a small purple bruise, know it with complete certainty because I can still feel his mouth on me when I let my mind filter back to it. "Oh Harry...you didn't...?"

But I did and she knows it without me having to say anything. I let out a sigh and bang my head back against the wall.

"But why?" She's struggling to piece it together, unable to fathom why I would have snogged Draco Malfoy right before I was supposed to die. It's probably a good thing she doesn't know how he had fucked me against the wall, I think she would die of a heart attack at that.

I shrug, just as unable to voice my feeling for Draco to her as I was to him when he asked. I mean I've barely let myself think about them, always keeping them locked away until I thought it was the end and then they had come busting out with a need I couldn't...can't...control any longer. I suck in a breath and gingerly touch the deep bruise spreading across my jaw.

Bit funny really, I had expected him to punch me...just didn't happen when I thought it would.

"Why'd he hit you?" She asks after realizing that I'm not going to answer her last question.

"Probably because I locked him in a classroom the last time I saw him." I reply with a small chuckle that spikes with a painful gasp as I push the tears away that try to well in my eyes.

No more crying.

She looks startled, her eyes narrowing, no doubt recalculating what she imagines happened between us. "What? Why would you do that? Was he threatening you?"

I laugh a bit hysterically, rubbing a hand over my tired face. "No. We were...I just..." I trail off, biting my tongue and blinking hard at his closed door. I can't talk about this, not now, not when he's... "You should go back to the Burrow and be with Ron, I'm fine, really."

She's quiet for a long while, her hand gripping mine. "Alright but Harry you really should let a Healer look at you." I nod absentmindedly, having no intention of doing so. "And you really should try and come see everyone soon, it's important to be together right now."

"Yeah." I nod, the guilt at not being with the Weasley's pricking at my heart, tugging at me to give into it. They're my family for fuck's sake! What is wrong me with me that I can't move from this spot on a too clean hospital floor to go and comfort the people who have taken me in as their own? "I will...just need some more time. Give them my love yeah?"

"Alright Harry." Hermione sighs, her eyes glancing once more to Draco's door before pulling me into a tight hug. "Take care and please be careful."

I kiss her cheek, mumbling some sort of goodbye and then I'm all alone again. Pulling my knees into my chest and propping my chin atop them, I let the gentle hum of the workers waft through me, let the white stillness of the hall drag my vision to a single pinpoint - everything dropping into a fuzzy black except the numbers on the door. I focus with every ounce of my being on those numbers, allowing them to consume me until I can't feel or think about anything else.

424

My own little world bottling me up, keeping me from slipping into nothing with the fear of what may happen.

                                                                               ****

"No...doesn't matter. Just want you..."

I jolt awake with a gasp, the memories invading my dream slowly slipping away leaving my heart pumping fast and my head spinning. I press my face into the crook of my elbow, annoyed that I had dozed off again.

But something's different.

My eyes pop back open and with a quick blink they come into focus, my vision suddenly filled with two bright blue eyes staring at me - mere inches away.

Draco's awake for the first time since they let me into his room - after nearly an entire day of barring my entrance as they worked on him and then they had demanded I shower and change first, lest I carry germs. He had looked like death when I had first entered, lying prone on the stiff standard issue bed, his chest wrapped in bandages. I had dragged a chair right up to his side and curled up into it, refusing to move whenever they came back in to check on him or administer more potions.
There was no way in hell I was leaving in case they decided to try and keep me out again.

"Potter." Draco's voice is barely audible and scratches so plainly against his throat it's almost painful to hear.

Almost but not quite.

Because he's alive and finally awake and talking and I feel as if my heart is going to leap from my chest at the sound of it.

I can't seem to move as we stare at each other, my head lying on my arm that has been barely managing to stay atop the very edge of his mattress. I don't know what to say and still nothing comes to mind after several long moments, so I open my mouth and blurt out, "you're awake."

Smooth move I know.

"How long have I been here?" He asks quietly.

"Two - no three - days."

His eyes slip shut and he pulls in a long breath. "What happened?"

Loaded question that. "What do you remember last?"

His gaze drifts back open and to me again, lingering on the purple and blue painting across my jaw. "Seeing you across the courtyard with Granger and then hitting you."

I smile softly. "Yeah that fucking hurt." He doesn't look even remotely apologetic, his eyes glued to mine holding nothing at all, everything pushed away behind his mask. I'm a bit surprised he's capable of that in his condition but I suppose he's been doing it nearly constantly for years.
I shift nervously, licking my suddenly dry lips. "Right well...we're not sure exactly...it was a bit chaotic...but there was suddenly this flash of red light and you were screaming and clutching at your Mark. And it looked really red, worse than when we were...er...before..." I bite my bottom lip as a blush flushes my cheeks. "And then you sort of passed out."

He looks as if I've just recited the most boring poem aloud and than he glances down, his eyes stopping dead on a certain point and I realize I'm still holding his hand from when he was unconscious. My stomach plummets as he stares at them but I don't dare move or even breathe as I wait for him to respond. "How did I get here?"

"Me and Hermione brought you once we realized you needed professional help." I sit up slowly, careful not to jar him or the bed before leaning back in my chair. I don't move my hand though, I've grown used to the warmth and weight of his palm and long slender fingers and if he's not going to pull out of it than neither am I.

"Right." Draco sighs, still watching our joined hands and I allow myself to glide my thumb cautiously over his wrist. His fingers twitch just slightly. "So...you're not dead then." He says suddenly and I jerk back.

"No...I mean yes...I mean I was but now...I'm...not..." Well that was a jumble mess of confusion but my brain seems to have frozen, taking with it coherent sentences.

His eyes are turning cold again as he snorts at my fumbling response. "I can't even begin to figure out what that is supposed to mean Potter." He pinches the bridge of his noise and turns his head tiredly on the pillow.

Potter.

He keeps calling me Potter again. I can't take this, my nerves are torn to shreds from all that's happened in the past few days. Our time in the classroom, the battle, and than waiting in this bloody horrible chair for days praying he wouldn't fucking die is all to much. I haven't had time to process anything and it’s all jamming up against my throat now and I have to squeeze my eyes shut to keep myself together.

I know I shouldn't have expected him to act any differently once he woke up, I mean he did bloody punch me and I did lock him in the room after shagging him and blurting out how I was going to go die...and god what must he be thinking? I know I'd be pissed too.

So WHY am I so hurt at his coldness? Was I seriously delusional enough to think he'd wake up and just pull me into a kiss? Is that was I was hoping for?

"Do you know where my parents are?" Draco asks as he stares at the ceiling, his breath catching visibly in his chest as if each inhale and exhale sends spikes of pain through him.

"I think they're being held for questioning." I answer cautiously, unsure how he's going to take the news. "I'm sure they'll be fine though...lots of witnesses and all, you know, about how they helped...at the end..." I don't mention how his mother had saved my life in the forest because he looks likes he's about to pass out again and I realize that I probably shouldn't be putting any strain on him.

Or at least not any more than I've already done.

"Perhaps." He says it so quietly I barely catch it and my mind is much to frazzled to try and sort out the meaning behind that one little word.

"You should get some rest."

His eyelids flutter but he shakes his head. "It appears I've been resting for three days already." But his head sinks further down in the pillow, the tension in his hand slowly relaxing in mine. "I still have questions..."

I squeeze his hand and ignoring the logical part of me that is screaming at me to stop, I reach up and brush the hair off his forehead - fingering the soft tresses before pulling back. "Stop being stubborn, I'll answer them later, just go to sleep."

He mumbles no doubt some biting insult but moments later his breathing levels out and he's asleep. I watch him for a moment, taking in all the quiet angles of his battered body, the softness of his closed eyes, and exposed throat. Leaning forward I place a delicate kiss against his temple, breathing in the scent of him, allowing it to wrap around all my senses.

                                      ****

The lift dings open onto the nearly deserted sterile white corridor and brushing my hands nervously down my black slacks, I step out into the harsh lighting and squeaking floor. I pass a few Healers who smile at me politely without bothering to ask where I'm heading, they all already know much to their chagrin. My eyes linger briefly on the patch of floor I had spent nearly an entire day sitting on before pausing at Draco's door, dragging in a slightly trembling breath.

We haven't spoken since his brief moment of consciousness yesterday morning and I have since found myself both anxious and dreading the time he finally re-emerges. Because I have no clue what to say or do, this being wholly new and slightly terrifying territory. But there's no more time to wonder and worry and agonize over it because according to the witch at reception he's alert and awake and apparently being a pain in the ass.

Of course that last bit is not at all surprising.

"Oh just do it." I berate myself and gathering every ounce of courage I can, I push the door open with a quick knock and step inside.

Draco doesn't look up from his spot in the middle of the bed where he's sitting crisscross as I enter, leaning back against the door to shut it. He's looking down at himself, his fingers running gently over the bandages bound tightly around his chest, the corner of his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

I clear my throat and his fingers drop to his side, his eyes angling up to glance at me through his fallen hair. "Feeling better?" I ask, pressing my palms flat against the grain of the door behind me. I have seriously got to get a grip but he just looks much to beautiful sitting there, wearing only a pair of thin sky blue pajama bottoms.

"You're back I see." He side steps my question, cocking his head to the side as his eyes rake up and down my body. "Funeral?" He asks, tapping a finger to his lips and then directing it at my attire.

Well the receptionist was right, Draco Malfoy is back in all his drawling glory.

I nod. "Yeah, we had a small gathering for Fred at the Weasley's. There's going to be a mass memorial next week for all the fallen though."

"Fred Weasley passed? Oh...I rather liked him..." Draco looks truly sorry for all but a second before he's flipping his hair out of his eyes and swinging his legs around to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Really?" I screw my nose up at him. "I could have sworn you hated all things Gryffindor."

He gives me a long sideways look that causes my blood to pump hot and fast through my veins. "I wouldn't say all..."

"Oh." I blush, glancing down at my feet and realizing that I still haven't moved from against the door. "So...so your better? I mean your feeling...alright?" My words come tumbling out in a rush that chases the flush higher across my cheeks and down my neck and I curse myself inwardly. Why can't I seem to form intelligent sentences around him anymore?

Planting his bare feet on the floor, he pushes off the bed with an unconcerned shrug. "I don't want to talk about that." He crosses his arms and props his fingers under his chin, gazing at me in a way that makes my insides melt in both desire and fear. "Are you going to just stand there glued to the door or are you going to come in properly?"

I jerk forward, trying not to show any of the nervousness that's coursing through me and walk round to the opposite side of the bed he's standing on - dropping my jumper onto the chair as if that's why I moved across the room from him. Of course it's not. I just don't really trust myself around him anymore. "Umm alright, what do you want to talk about?"

"Oh I don't know." He taps his finger against his jaw, his eyes narrowing with barely suppressed anger. "How about what the hell you were thinking locking me in that fucking classroom."

I gulp. Oh that. Right.

"Well." I clear my throat. "Like I said I had to go let Voldemort kill me and -"

He makes an angry sort of growling sound while rounding the bed and drawing nearer me. "You keep saying that but here you are. Clearly not dead."

I clench my fists and glare back at him. "Well I didn't know I'd survive did I!?" I snap, growing suddenly annoyed. "How was I suppose to know that I could come back from the dead!? That's just fucking mental!"
Because it really is, I mean seriously, how IS it that I'm still alive? That whole experience on the unearthly platform was just so utterly surreal and makes no bloody sense.

"What do you mean back from the dead?"

"I mean Voldemort killed me and than I...sort of just...came back..." I wring my hands together, so completely uncomfortable about what happened that it's making my feel slightly sick.

"That's not possible." He's looking at me like I've gone insane and I'm getting so tired of people looking at me like that, like I've completely lost my sanity, that I can't help but lash out at him - even though he does have a point.

"Don't you think I know that!" I shout, huffing in a spiraling anger that is sweeping up all the confusion eating at me and sending it crashing around the small hospital room with a crackling of unhinged magic.

Draco's gaze darts about quickly as if he can see my manic emotions bouncing through the room. But he doesn't back down instead he grabs a fist full of my shirt and drags me towards him, staring down into my face with wide livid eyes.
"Regardless." He seethes and somehow being brought so close to his own rage I feel my own slowly ebbing out, replaced by a frantic humming in my blood that quickens with each flash of his eyes. "That doesn't answer why you locked me up."

"I've already told you!" I bite back at him, although I know that's not really true, but I can't seem to bring myself to tell him how much I needed to keep him away from me in those last moments. Because than he'd know...he'd know how much I...

"Wrong Potter." He hisses, tightening his grip on me, pulling me even closer till we're breathing the same air and our noses are almost touching. "In fact all things considered you've said shockingly little."

"What was I suppose to do Draco?!? You tell me!? I had to go, I had to die, so what was I suppose to fucking do!!!?" I spit out, daring him to challenge my decision while at the same time almost begging him to...I don't even know...something, anything to show me how he feels behind his anger.
“You didn’t have to go! You didn’t have to be the hero and sacrifice yourself!” He shouts back at me.
“YES I did!” Of course he doesn’t know that and the confusion flickering quickly across his face clearly shows how insane I must sound to someone who doesn’t know about what Voldemort did to his own soul.

“Why?! Why did always have to be you!”
“Because!” I struggle in his grasp, pushing away and pulling into him in a mess of conflicting emotions, as if my body can’t decide if it wants to grasp more of him or flee as far away as possible. “Because he couldn’t die until I did!”
It’s a true mark of everything he had seen during the war that he doesn’t immediately start spouting how mental I sound. Instead he gives himself a brief moment of silent questions and than apparently decides to let it go for now and cling back to his anger.
He glares at me, clenching his jaw and biting the tip of his tongue. "You could have just bloody left then."

I grasp at his hand nearly ripping into my shirt, digging my own fingers into his flesh. "Could I have?" I croak, unwilling and unable to look away.

My question stretches between us in a thick silence punctured only by our ragged breathing.

"So then why then? Huh? Why did you fucking come to me?" His voice drops low and menacing as he abandons his previous question in face of my stupid refusal to answer. Or maybe he's feeling just as unhinged as I am and can't help from bouncing around inside his own head and spitting out whatever presses forward the fastest...

Judging by his crazed look I think it’s safe to say that it's most likely the later.

Of course this one isn't any better and it’s the third time he's asked it now, apparently he has no intention of letting it go. "Because...because it was my last chance to...to..." I stutter, my eyes flicker down to his mouth so close to mine and it would be so easy to just lean forward and press my lips to his. To stop this horrible screaming match we've settled into, to silence the questions that ask too much of me...shit just to FEEL him again.

"To what? It was your last chance to what?!? Damn it Harry tell me!" He shakes me jarringly with the fist in my shirt and I push him away, stumbling back into the wall behind me.

My head spins as I stare at him, my mouth open and panting for breath that is suddenly coming in short supply. Why is this so hard? Why can't I say it? It’s on the tip of tongue but refuses to budge. "Why do you even care?" I blurt out, shaking with the force of my emotions.

And that was the wrong thing to say.

Draco immediately goes rigid as if I've doused him with a bucket of freezing water. His hand twitches at his side and for a second I think he's going to punch me again but then he's cursing and sends a sound kick against the leg of the chair that has been my home for so many days. He wheels back at me, positively glowing with what can only be rage as the crack of the damaged wood vibrates in the thick air. I sink further away as his hands smack violently against the wall on either side of my head and god does this seem familiar...

"Do you have any idea what it felt like?" He whispers menacingly, his eyes capturing mine and refusing my retreat.

"I don't...what?" I ask confused. I feel myself slipping in his gaze once more, the raw emotion glistening back at me dragging me under and pinning me breathless in their intensity.

"Do you know what it felt like to finally have you after all these bloody years?" He presses closer, his body just brushing mine, sending a raking shiver through me. "To have you in my hands, to be in you, to hear you screaming my fucking name -" A small whimper slips past my lips as his eyelids stoop heavily. "And then...then you say that you have to go and god damn die and without another bloody word you run away! You fucking run away and lock me in and...Damn it Harry! Can you even imagine how that felt!?!?"

His words slice through my heart and I'm left staring stunned up at him. My mouth opens but no sound comes out and I'm just starting to think that we'll be locked in this staring contest for eternity with neither of us able to speak another word when I hear the gentle click of the door being pushed open.

"Harry - what the hell?" Ron's voice shatters the silence, cutting through the tangible tension radiating off of us.

My eyes snap over to the doorway where he and Hermione are standing, each of their eyes wide with shock, a dusting of pink spreading across her cheeks. Draco doesn't move, I can feel him still staring at me and I'm completely trapped between him and the wall with three sets of eyes boring into me, all holding equally horrible questions in them.

"Umm right...hi guys could you just give me a second?" I mutter stupidly, trying to smile at them like this is a completely normal occurrence. As if finding me in a rather intimate stance with our nemesis is nothing to think twice about.

Hermione eyes me carefully, her gaze dipping up and down, taking in every little nuance of the way we're nearly pressed together. I can see her trying to fit this into the story she's been trying to completely form from what happened before between us and I'm almost positive she's about to start shooting questions at me.

But than she stops, shakes her head and says quietly, "sure Harry." Clearing her throat, she tugs on Ron's arm but he doesn't budge, his eyes are flickering between my face and Draco's back as if he's trying to figure out if I'm in mortal danger. "We'll wait outside. Come on Ron." She says quietly.

The redhead jerks his arm away from her. "Like hell! What is going on mate? Why are you...with Malfoy...what?!?" Ron sputters, his face quickly changing color to match his hair.

Knowing I'm not going to get anywhere with Ron while in this position, I shift my attention back to Draco - my heart sinking when I realize he's still staring at me with the same intensity as before.
Damn it, is nobody going to give me a chance to deal with the other?

"I'm just going to...I'll be right back..." I say trying to sound carefree about the whole situation when really my entire body feels like its going to explode from both embarrassment and an intense desire to just ignore my friends and finish what Draco and I had started.

Draco leans closer and I feel his breath brush across my cheek as he speaks quietly but clearly. "No I don't think so. Not until you give me some answers."

Well fuck.

"Oy Malfoy let him go!" Ron shouts and I think I hear Hermione holding him back as I find myself drawn into the boy before me again.

"Come on Ron, Harry wants some privacy!" She says sternly but Ron is never easily persuaded once his temper enters the mix and I hear him striding determinedly into the room.

I really, really don't need this right now! As if hashing out my feelings with Draco wasn't hard enough now I'm being forced to do it in front of my two best friends while the blond git keeps me pinned to the wall. Could this possibly get any WORSE?!

"Just a second Ron!" I hear myself snapping out as I watch Draco.

"To what?" Draco probes and I'm not sure if I'm grateful he's not asking me to respond to his last question in front of everyone or if I want to kick and scream that he's back to asking THAT one AGAIN.

I'm vaguely aware of Ron shouting something at us while Hermione snaps at him...and Draco's still watching me, so close I can nearly taste him.
"To be with you." I hear myself finally whisper, the words retching themselves from my tongue in response to the desperation in his blue eyes. "I needed to be with you before it was to late...before I never had the chance again..." My voices drifts off, taking with it all the air from my lungs.

"What the fuck you on about?" Ron's voice drifts in and out of my ears as I wait for Draco to respond with bated breath, unable to tear my eyes from him.

I can see his throat working, his jaw clenching and relaxing again and again. His elbows bend further as he slides his forearms up against the wall, bringing himself against me, his forehead dropping to press into mine. "Why?" His voice is softer but still urgent and I just barely feel the brush of his lips on mine with that one simple yet oh so complex word.

"Because..." My eyes flutter shut, my hands reaching up to grasp at his bare shoulders. "...I..." and that's all that I manage to get out before I can't hold myself back any longer. Ignoring Ron's angry demands to know what’s going on, I close the miniscule gap between us and sink fully into his lips. Warmth spreads quickly through me at the touch of the firm kiss and I marvel at the amazingly wonderful sensation coursing through my body.

Everything else fades away as my body is slowly engulfed in a burning fire, my arms wrapping around his neck as I press up and into him, my mouth opening to his searching tongue. He kisses me deeply, his fingers finding purchase in my hair, and I forget that we aren't alone - that Ron and Hermione are just across the room staring in both shocked silence or cursing up a storm as I kiss him wantonly.

And dear god I never want to stop.

He pulls away and I moan, blinking in quick succession as I sag against him, letting the strength of his body hold me up. Although it really should be the other way around, considering he is hurt and in the hospital and all, but it’s as if every little ounce of strength I had a moment ago has left me, leaving me quietly shaking against him.

It’s strange. I'm not weak, I know this, and yet...

"That's not really an answer." He chides quietly but he's smiling, his hand pressing softly into my cheek. "I think we need to work on your communication skills." His lips touch mine in a barely there kiss and I shudder.

"Gryffindor's are much better at action." I mutter before sealing my mouth to his once more, tugging on his shoulders and thinking that there really are to many clothes between us and I ought to do something about that when there's suddenly a loud crash from across the room.

We both jump and jerk apart, turning towards the noise, that judging by the broken glass at his feet, had something to do with Ron chucking something.

"STOP IT!" He roars as Hermione sags down onto the bed. "What the bloody hell is going on?!" Ron looks like he's about to pummel Draco and than maybe even me.

I probably shouldn't have kissed him.
At least not in front of them before I had a chance to explain. Of course I can't imagine that conversation going any easier or better than this. If telling Draco was this hard - and as he's continually pointed out I haven't really SAID much - I'm not all together certain I would have been able to tell them ever.

So maybe it is for the best that they just witnessed me snogging him.

"Oh Ron honestly." Hermione pipes in and my gaze swings to her. The pink in her cheeks is now a bright red and she's having a hard time looking at me or Draco without the blush flaring up even more. "It was just a bit of kissing."

Which is clearly an understatement.

Because I know that what we were doing couldn't be anywhere near classified as a 'bit of kissing' and I tug nervously at my rumpled shirt - suddenly grateful for Ron's fit of temper interrupting us and bringing me back to my senses. If he hadn't...I gulp, feeling myself flush just at the memory of what I was so close to doing.

Ron sputters indignantly and I cast a sideways glance at Draco. He looks a mix between bored at the outburst and annoyed that we were interrupted, his stance screaming his indifference at my friends - his trademark sneer slightly curling his lips.

"You can't be serious Hermione!" Ron yelps, rounding on his girlfriend. "Something is obviously wrong!"

"Actually Weasley, you're quiet wrong." Draco drawls out and all eyes snap to him. "That is what snogging is supposed to look like, perhaps you never learned correctly?"

I snort and Ron gapes, his eyes narrowing. "You slimy little git!" He roars and starts forward.

I can see the unbalanced rage radiating off him and know he's about to attack. "Calm down Ron!" I shout, moving in his way and pushing him back slightly.

He glares at me. "What the hell has happened to you huh? Defending Malfoy now?"

I've completely lost all my patience, this has all gotten way out of hand. "Don't be an idiot." I hold my ground and run a hand tiredly through my hair. "Look we need to talk."

"Damn right we do, but not here with HIM." He shoots daggers at Draco but his breathing is starting to slow down and the red in his face is easing just a bit. It's really all I can ask for, at least he doesn't look like he's going to try and kill him any time soon anymore.

"Fine. Just...wait in the hall yeah? I'll be right out."

Ron's silent for a moment before he nods and stalks out the room, Hermione shooting us a brief apologetic look before following him and closing the door behind her. I stare at the empty expanse of wood and try to regain my composure. I am seriously over these shouting matches and I know that's what’s waiting for me in the corridor. I close my eyes and breath deeply, it’s a bit funny if you think about it. Instead of celebrating the end of this insane year hunting those damn horcruxes and the end of the war, we're fighting.

About Draco Malfoy no less.

It really shouldn't be surprising. Its not as if I was expecting them to be happy about it...of course I never even thought there would come a day where it would actually be a real live issue. Just a fantasy in my head.

Then there's a sudden pressure against my back and two long pale arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back into his chest. "Lovely friends you have there." Draco mutters sarcastically against my ear and I feel my stomach flip.

It’s a bit ridiculous how quickly he can turn me on.

"They are." I correct, leaning into him and letting my head fall against his shoulder. "They just hate you, what with you being a royal pain in our asses for the past six years."

He smirks. "Well I either did something right or your a bigger masochist than I thought." He presses his lips to my jaw and I reach behind me to thread my fingers through his hair as my eyes fall shut.

He trails his mouth along my jaw and my breath starts coming in heavy puffs and I should to be leaving...right...? All thought seems to be slipping away as one of his hands presses flat over the top of my trousers while the other works its way down my thigh. "Supp's...waiting..." I mumble, biting my lip as his mouth descends along my neck.

"You know, technically we started out thing first." Two fingers trace up the inside of my thigh, stopping just short of the considerable bulge aching for him.

"True but it’s not my fault you wasted so much time being mad at me." I crane my neck back and pull on his hair, trying to bring him down for a kiss.

He hovers just out of reach and snickers. "Still mad Potter so don't think we're done with our discussion." His eyes darken and then he's kissing me and I try to simultaneously push back into him and arch into the hand nearly cupping me. I growl in a mix of frustration and desire and then his hand on my stomach is moving, running the heel of his palm flat and hard down my straining length.

"Oh god," I gasp and he rocks into me, his own hardness rubbing against my backside. "You...you better...ahh...stop." It's rather a miracle I managed to get those words out, seeing as I really don't want him to stop for anything.

We really just have the worst timing.

"And why would I want to do that?" He hums into my ear and in one dizzily disorienting second, I find myself being spun around, my knees catching the edge of the firm mattress, and I fall atop the blankets in a sprawling heap. I spring up onto my elbows just as Draco drops his knees on either side me and grinds his hips into mine. I let out a gibberish mess of noises and he smirks. "You were saying?" He asks cheekily.

"Not fair." I pant as I arch up into him. "I really...ahh fuck...have to go."

His hands skim up under my shirt and play across my skin in a teasing touch. "That's not very convincing." He punctuates his words with a long hard rub up my crotch with his own and my eyes screw shut, trying to remind myself that my friends are waiting just outside the door. "You're going to have to do better than that to get out."

"Bastard." My muscles feel like jelly and my arms give way beneath me, my hands clenching into the sheets.

"Yes I am." His tongue plunges into my open mouth and everything gets all lost and fuzzy and distant again, leaving only the wondrous sensations coursing through my body at his every move. "You love it." He nips at my lip and I nod despite myself, my arms winding around him, pulling him down until he's crushing me into the bed.

"Umm Harry?" Hermione's soft tentative voice sounds through the closed door, my arms and head dropping back in frustration. "Are you coming?"

"Not yet." Draco mutters in annoyance as he rolls off me.

"Y-yeah," I raise my voice and push myself up into sitting, thankful it was Hermione and not Ron barging back in. I don't think there would be any talking to him if he had caught me in that sort of position with Draco. "Be right there!"

Brushing a hand through my hair, I straighten my shirt and try to adjust my trousers but it's painfully obvious how hard I am no matter how I shift them. Damn, should have brought my robes.

"Difficulties?" Draco chuckles from his spot propped up on one elbow, watching me with humor and - much to my delight - barely suppressed desire.

"Shut up," I grumble, trying to think of the most disgusting things I can. It’s a bit difficult mind you with him lounging on the bed looking so utterly gorgeous. "Damn it." I give up, walking over and snatching up my jumper, holding it so that it covers up any evidence. Besides I'm sure the up coming conversation will kill any lusty thoughts. "So ah...I'll see you." I say awkwardly, shifting my weight from foot to foot.

He gives me a long look and flops onto his back. "Indeed and Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't, I mean just...never mind..."

I open my mouth to ask what he was trying to say but he rolls onto his stomach and waves me away with a small smile that seems a bit too sad for my liking. The look on his face tells me that even if I ask he's not going to answer, so with a sigh, I turn towards the door and pull it open.
"Bye," I say reluctantly, wanting nothing more than to crawl back onto the bed with him. But I shake my head, gather my courage, and step out to meet the mountain of questions that no doubt await me.

A/N: So that was long…hope you all liked it! I know they seemed a bit bipolar but those two are just so freaking emotional together. Also I will touch on what happened to Draco a bit in the next one.
Thanks so much to all who reviewed, I got so giddy every time I had a new one :)
There’s going to be one more part to this I’m thinking.
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