I don\'t need them.

Harry knew he shouldn\'t skip class, but he couldn\'t help it. Draco seemed to be in despereate need of comfort. So that\'s why Harry did it.

He told his friends that he felt ill, that he needed to sleep some more, which was kind of true, though he wouldn\'t be sleeping.

Draco was outside sitting near the same tree as he was before, his red-rimmed scanning across the letter as if hoping, praying that he had read it wrong.

But Harry saw the obituary. It was true.

He came up beind Draco, plopping down beside him. \"Hello, Draco. I know you probably want to be alone right now. I just thought that you needed some one there for you, you know? Some one who knows what it\'s like.\"


Draco jumped/twitched when he heard arry, tucking the letter safely away in his pocket before Harry could read the name of who sent it. The very woman who had killed his GodFather.

What a strange predicament this is?

Wiping his eyes on his sleeve and sniffling softly, he closes his eyes and leans against the tree, tipping his head back. \"Goddamn it Potter... you get that Bastard... And you make sure that it\'s as rough and painful as you can.\" He murmers, rage building up inside of him, knowing perfectly well that it was a death eater who had killed her. And knowing that it was on orders of Voldemort that she was murdered.

He swallows the lump in his throat, his chest tightening as he fights back another spout of tears. \"It\'s just not fair... we she hasn\'t done anything other than marry my father... why would they do that? To get to me? To get to my dad?\" He leans foreward and burries his face in his knees. \"This is such shit.\"


Something inside Harry snapped, and he moved closer to the blonde, pulling him into his arms. \"Believe me when I say that I will do everything in my power to rid the earth of that filth,\" he muttered.

\"Voldemort is nothing back a pathetic excuse for a wizard, who has to use his little death eaters to do his dirty work. He doesn\'t deserve to live. And the sooner I take care of him, the less people will have to die because of him.\"

Draco allowed himself to be taken into Harry\'s arms, being wrapped in the warmth and closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling. Blaise would hold him, but not like Harry was now. He felt something flutter in the pit of his stomach and he rubbed his cheek across Harry\'s shoulder. \"Thank you...\" He whispers gently.

\"Harry!\" A loud voice came from way off and Draco immediatly disconnected with Harry, looking over to see a very upset Hermione tromping towards them.

Draco\'s lips part and he bites down on his lower lip as she advances. \"Harry Potter. What do you think you\'re doing? Skipping class? Lying to Ron? You said you were going to go to the-\" She blinks. \".... Malfoy?\" Stunned and not knowing what to say, A short blush filled her cheeks and she blinks some more.

\"Yes Mud bloo- Granger?\" He asks, raising a brow.

\"Were you and. umm... Harry? Were.... and then... hug?\" She asks, slightly hyperventalating.

\"Yes, Granger. Potter was trying to comfort me.\" Damn mudbloods, always getting in the way. Huffing slightly, he bit his lower lips and climbed to his feet, checking his pockets to make sure he had everything before walking off.

\"Harry... what just... happened?\"


Damn Hermione, she always ruins everything. They were just getting close. And now Harry felt cold, without Draco\'s warmth.

He had to do a double take and make sure that it was Draco sitting there when he refrained from calling Hermione a \'mudblood\'. Yep, it was Draco all right. Maybe the death of his mother and incarceration of his father had put a change on Draco Malfoy.

Hermione was still looking down on him with a stern look. \"I know I shouldn\'t have skipped class like that. It\'s just that Dr- Malfoy looked like he needed comfort. His mother is dead, Hermione. And it\'s probably on Voldemort\'s orders. I just... I know what it feels like to have someone you love ripped away like that.\"

She stayed silent for a moment. \"Harry, I know that you have a saving-people-thing... but Harry, I don\'t think even you can save Malfoy. He\'s an evil little twirp who is a mini version of his father. I wouldn\'t b e surprised if he had his mark already.\"

Harry shook his head at the witch, saying the words that Hermione next to never heard. \"You\'re wrong, Hermione.\"

And with that, he walked away.


Draco brooded and sobbed the rest of the morning away in his bed, his curtains shut and a silence charm placed on them. Finally getting out at lunch time and washing his face, he combs his hair and walks down to the Great Hall.

As he sits down, he feels a hand on his back. \"Mr. Malfoy. A word?\" Snape asks and Draco nods, standing and following the male outside into an empty corridor. \"I know what has happened to your mother. And it is a great tragedy. But I have agreed to watch over you. If you wish, you may make yourself home at my home this summer if you feel at all uncomfortable in your own house.\" Draco nods and Snape smiles Gravely. \"Now go eat.\"

With another nod, they walk back and Draco sits down, but one look at the food, his stomach turns sour and his chin dimples. His mum would never eat anything again. Not be able to taste the sweetness of her nightly tea and honey. Not eat another Christmas dinner. He swallowed thickly and his brows came together, feeling as though he was having another breakdown. Standing up with a curt nod to Blaise, he walks out to the hall, curling up next to a gargoyle just a few corridors away from the Great hall, sobbing silently into his knees.

Harry had seen that before. Hell, he\'d even gone through that; taking one look at his food and realising that they\'d never eat again, and it\'d only make you feel like retching.

He wanted to follow the Slytherin out, God knows that he did. But he didn\'t. He knew that the other boy needed space, and he didn\'t want to crowd him, even if he thought he needed it.

So instead he sat there, eyes watching the door.


Hermione watches Draco leave and follows Harry\'s line of sight to the door. \"Harry, I\'m sure he\'ll be fine. It\'s not like he\'s never delt with deaths before, his father being what he is. For all I know, the hypocrite deserves to lose someone.\" She purses her lips and takes a bite of her mashed potatoes.

But she didn\'t know how wrong she was. Draco had always had some sort of prtection with his family, up until the moment that his father went to Azkaban. That was when things started going crazy. This is the first death that really happened to him. And he\'d never felt worse before in all his life.

Sighing softly, he stands up and heads to a bathroom to wash his face off, then head back into the great hall to atleast pretend to be eating.


Harry narrows his eyes at the narrow-minded witch. A death of a family member is devastating, not matter how used to them it may seem.

Just then the doors open and Draco walks in. He didn\'t looke like he had been crying, but Harry knew he had been. His eyes were still a little red, and Harry wanted to go up and tell Draco that everything would be all right; that he was going to get revenge for his mother\'s death as well as the deaths of so many witches and wizards who have dies.

Dinner finally ended and Draco breathed a sigh of relief, having eaten one small bite of sweet potato and gagging.

So with an empty stomach, the prefect went back outside to the quidditch pitch, sitting in the center of the fild, brooding some more, but no lnger crying, resisting the urge to. Almost everyone had seen his turmoil written on his face when he entered the Hall. And he really didn\'t want some First years to stumble over him and see him bawling his eyes out.

Sniffling softly, he lays back and watches the clouds pass by in peace, remembering the warm feeling he got when Harry wrapped his arms around him. How his stomach did backflips. How wonderful and safe he felt in those powerful limbs.


After dinner, Harry watched the blonde leave the Geat Hall, still looking upset. He knew that he shouldn\'t go after the boy, but that didn\'t stop him from wanting to. But by the time he had gotten to his dormitory, the need to see if Draco was all right was itching all over him.

Checking the map, he found the Slytherin out in the middle of the quidditch pitch. He grabbed a cloak and headed towards where he knew the blonde would be.

When he got there, Draco was laying back, his hands interlocked behind his head. It looked like he was looking up at the clouds, but Harry had a hunch that his silver eyes were really unfocused. He didn\'t even see Harry comming, not until he took a seat beside the pale boy.

\"Hey, Draco. A little lonely out here by yourself, wouldn\'t you say?\" He looked at the obvious distress in the boy and thought back to how good it felt to have the warmth of Draco in his arms, comforting him.


Draco blinks when he heard Harry\'s voice. He pulls himself up and preshes a few stray peices of grass off his back and out of his hair. \"..Yeah... a bit.\" He admits, staring down at his hands. \"I\'m sure that everyone knows by now.\" He murmers with a sigh, glancing over at Harry.

\"And everyone\'s going to go all out on pitying the poor Malfoy who\'s lost his mum and dad because of how evil he is.\" He tips his head back and stairs back up at the sky. \"This really does suck...\" His nastrals flare as he huffs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the key, twisting it in the sunlight, a forlorn look filling his features.

Harry felt empathy for Draco.

\"I know how it feels, well except for the being evil part. But just know that if you need to talk, I\'m here. I know what it\'s like.\"

He wanted to hold the blonde again, but decided against it.


Draco smiled softly, setting the key back into his pocket and reaching over to place a hand on Harry\'s shoulder. \"I.. um... thanks.\" Draco? Saying thanks? Is this still the same Malfoy that was written in the original books?

Swallowing thickly, he felt those alien tears prickle at his eyes, but he bites back on them, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. \"Really... H-Harry. Thanks.\"

Did Draco Malfoy just call Harry Potter by his first name? *le gasp*


Harry was very taken back. \"It\'s no promblem, Draco,\" he said softly. And no longer able to resist, he moved closer, enveloping the pale blonde in a hug.

His hands somehow found their way to Draco\'s hair, and Harry couldn\'t help but marvel in the soft, flaxen hair.

Draco stiffened when he felt Harry\'s arms envelope him, but after a moment of the other male stroking his hair, he relaxed and his own arms wrapped around Harry. His features soften and he rests his head on the male\'s strong shoulder, marveling at the way his hair lifted when Draco exhaled harshly.

The blonde male sits up slowly, still not moving out of the embrace, staring at Harry and blinking.

His line of sight dipped down to Harry\'s slightly parted mouth and Draco couldn\'t help but lick his lips slowly. Swallowing thickly, he glances back up to those forest eyes, lost in his own erotic thoughts of what he could do to the man if they weren\'t out in public. Dragging in a tight breath, his eyes slowly flutter shut and he moves forward to press his lips gently to Harry\'s, holding back on a moan of pleasure, revelling in the soft feeling of the flushed mouth pressed against his own.
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Dun dun duuuunnnnn. Cliffhanger. How will Harry react? What will Draco do once he finally realises what he\'s actually doing?!? OH NOES!

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