Sometimes

*I know you guys are so tired of hearing it...but thank you guys for your reviews. They keep me wanting to write more, and the more reviews I get, the more I tend to write...*tear* you give me purpose...*grin* Alrighty then...Chapter seven awaits!

“I love you Draco.”

Everything around me went dark. I shuddered, coming as the words reached my ears. I collapsed on top of Harry and pulled him into a tight hug. My head rested on his chest. His hand stroked my back. I stared at the wall. ‘I love you Draco. I love you Draco.’ The words kept playing over in my head.
No one had ever told me they loved me before. At least not with as much passion and truth as Harry had just then. My first instinct was to pull away. He had to have been lying. No one loved Malfoys. It just didn’t happen.

I could feel him stiffen after a while. I knew he was taking my silence for the wrong thing. “When I said I loved you,” he started.

Not letting him finish, I kissed his chest and sighed softly, “Harry, I love you too.”

His body relaxed again and I knew he understood. Loving was another sign of weakness. Malfoy’s didn’t love. They didn’t cry. They were cold. Harsh. Hateful.

Harry’s arms were so warm, so comforting. But for how long would they be around me? Eventually he’d grow tired of me. Then leave. I would be alone again. Just the thought of it was too much to bear.

The only option was to run now.

As I tried to get up, strong arms tightened around me. Sleepily he murmured no. I chuckled softly, deciding I could leave later. He was too intoxicating. I was drowning in his scent. His taste. Addicted to the feelings of completion when he smiled at me. To the feel of his hands. His lips.

Later. I could leave later.

Dozing only a short time, I was awakened to Harry moving away from me. I turned on to my side, “leaving already Potter?”

Laughing, he started to dress, “we can’t spend forever in this bed. I was supposed to be at Hermione and Ron’s already.”

“Oh bugger, I forgot about that.” This was it. This is where he left. I turned back onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow. I couldn’t let him see me cry again. Once was too much. Maybe he would give me his address and we could Owl back and forth. It wouldn’t be so bad going back to London. I could face my past for him. Get a job…then Harry and I could…

No. This was it. He was leaving.

A light kiss was brushed against the back of my neck, “aren’t you going to get up? We have to leave.” I lifted my head, and felt a tear slip down my cheek. A look of horror crossed his face. “You didn’t think I was going to leave you here did you?” He tried a shaky smile, “you’re stuck with me Malfoy. Even if I have to use magic.”

Grabbing the shirt had been wearing earlier out of his hands, I kissed him softly. He smiled and pushed back a strand of my hair. I stood and pulled on the jeans I was borrowing. “Harry?”

He looked up from tying his shoe, “yes?”

“I…I love you.”

The smile that reached his eyes nearly made my heart stop. I had never seen something so incredibly beautiful. I didn’t even have to hear the words to know he loved me too. When Harry had found me on the highway I had been so cold. So out of place. Lost. Trapped. I might as well have been dead.
The life in Harry’s smile, the pure love that he was giving so easily to me…It felt right.

Everything finally felt right.

*I admit it\'s a little fluffy...but Draco is so cute when he lets his feelings go...anyway, until laters, I\'ll try to post more before this weekend, since I gotta work a lot...