Harry woke up at around 7:30 when a bang was heard down the corridor. Draco went from his dazed trance as footsteps snapped closer and closer towards the Hospital Wing'a door.

Click click click. Harry split open his eyes, like an alligator sighting prey, to Draco shooting out of bed and hiding on the wall that the door withheld. There was no where else to stow away, so he had a small bit of hope protruding the back of his mind that whomever it was walking to the hospital wing, would slip past him and enable him to leave unnoticed.

Harry thrashed himself under the covers, heart beating quickly, leaving his apologetic eyes looking at Draco. The blonde looked back at his boyfriend, his eyes the same tone of sorrow.

Once the grand doors opened, both boys closed their eyes- Harry in fake sleep and Draco in anticipation. The heels clicked through the large wing until they stopped at Harry's bed.

"Potter, are you awake?" Draco opened his squinted eyes to find Professor McGonagal hovering over Harry. He could see the boy flutter his eyes open, the way Draco wished to see him open them. 

Harry slowly lifted himself from the bed and sat up, making Draco withhold laughter. It simply amused him how well his boyfriend could act.

Oh boyfriend, What a wonderful word. 

"Listen, I understand that you may not want to participate in any activities whatsoever, but I do encourage that you get a bite to eat, maybe have some friends visit you." Her voice was as caring as it could be, which was surprising considering the fact that Draco had only seen her correcting any student that veered from her path. "Last night's event were traumatizing, but I would best if you were to-"

"I'm fine, Professor," Harry said, "just another mess I've got to clean up."

Draco still hadn't left, which was a stroke of luck considering how he didn't have anything hiding him but a back turned and subtle conversation.

"Very well, Mr. Potter, and if you wish to talk..." Harry didn't hear the rest, him being focused on getting the ferret out of the room before McGonagall turned, and that thought put Harry's nerves on stance. Thankfully the professor looked around the room, giving Harry the chance to glare at Draco, his daggers for eyes pointing at the door twice, then back to Draco as a warning. 

Draco broke from his Harry-induced trance, eyebrows raising to his forehead, him finally getting the message. On his tip toes, he shuffled out of the room as quietly as humanly possible as Harry engaged and distracted McGonagall in conversation. As Draco ran after he was unseen, the last thing he heard was McGonagall informing Harry about the Diggory's wishing to see him. 

Draco really wished he could of stayed, just so Harry wouldn't have to be alone going through that. And then of course there was the media and his friends probably going to hammer questions at him all day. Draco promised himself he would make it up to Harry later.  

The Gryffindor wasted the day away with friends visiting him frequently, and although he was surrounded by people constantly, he couldn't have felt more lonely. He wanted Draco. Not anyone else but Draco. 

The day dragged on longer that any he'd seen in a while, and he thought falling asleep early would make time go faster just so it'd all blow over soon enough and he could stop being suffocated. Sadly, a  peaceful night's rest never came due to nightmares that woke him soon enough.

In attempts to fall asleep again, tossing and turning, however he woke at three o' clock in the morning, only to be scared to death by piercing eyes staring at him. Harry jumped and sat up in a fright.

"The hell are you doing?"

"I came to see a grindylow put on a Tu-Tu and dance like a ballerina, what do you think I'm doing," Draco leaked with sarcasm, sitting on the side of Harry's bed. "Sorry, too soon?"

Harry swallowed. "No, It's fine..."

"Is it," Draco raised an eyebrow, grabbing his hand.

"it's just... It's hard to believe, you know? I mean I was in a maze, with Cedric-"

"Harry, you don't need to tell me if you don't want to," Draco whispered, stroking his palm with his thumb. He saw how difficult it was for Harry to talk; he saw how his throat clenched and his eyes watered behind  his frames. "Here, I brought you something." 

From behind his back, Draco pulled out a single red rose and a box of chocolates. "It's not much, but it's not like I could leave."

"Where did you get them," Harry asked, sitting up and perking up.

"That's classified," Draco smirked.

"Even for me?" Harry took the rose and smelled it before putting it in the flower vase next to his bed, it being the only flower.

Draco took a breath, defeated easily. "Stole the rose from the greenhouse and paid off a third year for the chocolates." 

"How thoughtful of you," Harry laughed, kissing his cheek and digging in to one of the sweets displayed before him. "Was bullying apart of it?"

"Just a bit," Draco scrunched his nose and stroked the hair behind his ear. "Enough to work. It's not like I made him cry."

"You're awful sometimes," Harry shook his head, still smiling, and he offered a piece of candy to him. Draco took it graciously. 

"I know how much you love chocolate," he laughed with a full mouth. 

"Love chocolate I do," Harry took another piece. He scooted over and patted the bed so Draco could sit next to him. 

"How are you feeling?"

"Better," he said. "I have a huge headache, though."

"Don't they have potions for that?"

"I've taken some. They don't work. I think it's just my scar. It keeps burning no matter what I do."

"Your scar hurts," Draco asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"It does whenever I'm in danger, I guess you could say, whenever he's near."

"He couldn't be here, could he? The Dark Lord?"

"No," Harry said, "He touched it." 

"Touched it?"

"Yeah," Harry raised his finger and poked the top of Draco's forehead just as Voldemort had before, "Just like that."

"And it hurt?"

"As bad as if not worse than the cruciatus."

A pit of anger ignited in Draco's stomach, "How do you know what the cruciatus feels like," he bit dangerously, "Did he use it on you?" Harry quieted himself. "Harry."

"Three times," Harry whispered. 

"Three times," Draco boasted. "Three times!?"

"I was fine, Draco, really!" 

"He touched you! He used an unforgivable on you!"

"Yes, and I'm fine! Now would you just shut up before you wake up the entire goddamned school!" Draco opened his mouth to argue back, but Harry spoke in a softer tone than what he was using before. "Really, Draco, I'm okay. Look, I have chocolate." Harry gave him a half smile. Draco didn't return.

"So, you want me to deal with the fact he hurt you?"

"To put it simply, yes. Unless of course you would want to complain to your father... who was also there... supporting him... and being there for him... hoping for my impending doom... So that would go over well."

Draco bit his lip and pulled his knees to his chest. For once, he truly hated being a Malfoy, but by doing so, he felt lost. For once, he didn't agree with his family choices. For once, he absolutely felt isolated from himself. 

But in that isolation, he felt happiness. He felt like he belonged somewhere else. To Harry. And he hated the meer possibility let alone fact that Harry was tortured. 

Draco reached over to Harry and wrapped his arms around him. Harry resisted, but then encased the blonde and put his neck buried in his shoulder. "I want to tell you." 

"Then tell me," Draco mumbled back, letting go of him. 

"I was running in the maze with Cedric," Harry said quietly, Draco taking his hand, Harry looking at their interlocked fingers. "And we both saw the cup. I suggested we catch it together seeing we were both-" Draco snorted, playing off like he was coughing. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Just you and your inner Gryffindor." Harry rolled his eyes and snickered at the boy before furthering his story.

"Seeing as we were both for the school anyway, we could win together. Logical enough, right? So we both reach for the cup, thinking it would go back to the arena, but we didn't. We ended up in a grave yard. And before we could react, Wormtail- you know him, right?"

Draco nodded. "Unfortunately."

"Wormtail held this... this thing, a baby I guess you could say. Voldemort. And Cedric was there, and he  killed him as if it was nothing." Harry swallowed, wincing, and Draco pulled Harry's hand to his mouth, kissing it, noticing the difficulty in spitting those gruesome words out.

"Wormtail tied me to Voldemort's father's grave, then lit a fire in a cauldron, And threw the baby into it. It was so weird and just wrong," Harry cringed. "And then he got a bone from the grave I was on top of, and threw it into the cauldron. He cut off his hand." Harry paused shutting his eyes, grimacing about the event taken place only the day previous. Draco rubbed circles on Harry's hand and swallowed.

"And he finally cut my arm, and threw the blood into the batch. And then it all started to change," Harry shook, eyes vacant and empty, "Just like that... he was alive again. His snake eyes and all. Then all the death eaters started showing up, your father." Harry looked up and met eyes with his boyfriend for the first time since the story began. Draco felt so much disgust, he thought he were to throw up, and as a result, he put his other hand on his back, rubbing it.  

"He walked over to Cedric. And that's when I finally spoke up. And he... he," Harry trailed off, tears forming in his eyes. Draco squeezed his hand, and he leaned on Harry, buring his head in his neck. "That's when he used it on me, the cruciatus." Draco winced at the words, and Harry leaned on him, sniffing. He whispered, "It hurt really bad."

He sounded that of a kid, and for some reason, that made it seem even worse. "I know," Draco whispered back. 

"And then he made me duel." That was unexpected to Draco.

"You dueled?"

"Yeah. And there was a point where he tried to kill me, but I used a disarming spell and our wands connected. Then these ghosty things just came out of no where," Harry swallowed. "They all started distracting him, and I broke the spell, grabbed onto Cedric and accioed the port key."

Harry was silent a bit. Then, "I saw my parents." Draco stroked his arm. "They helped me get out. I miss them," he sniffed. 

Draco took his arms and surrounded Harry in them, cuddling just as they did the last night. He put the chocolates on the nightstand next to them, and Harry allowed himself relax himself in Draco's embrace.

"I'm sure they're proud of you, Harry," he kissed his temple, just in the fact it felt right to do so. 

"It just would be easier knowing they were here." The back of his eyes stung with tears but he refused to let them fall. 

"I know," Draco whispered, putting his chin in Harry's shoulder. "I'm sorry I was stupid. I should have been there for you." 

"Stop worrying about it. Nothing could have helped me, broken up with you or not," Harry said bitterly, "Although I am very very happy you're here now. I wanted to be with you all day."

"Me too. Pansy basically had to lock me in my room so I didn't come see you."

"What a sight that would be. Draco Malfoy visiting Harry Potter with chocolates and a flowers after the Dark Lord ascends."

"It'd be a sight for everyone but us," Draco almost laughed, imagining the reactions. 

"Sometimes you're still a sight to me. Sometimes I forget Draco and just think you're Malfoy."

"It's a switch, Potter," he sneered in his normal sneering voice, "I'm so convincing I even have my own boyfriend fooled," he smirked. "Prat," he added. Harry smiled momentarily, biting his lip. What a messed up relationship they had in retrospect.

"The Diggory's came to see me today," he finally said after a while's silence. 

"And," Draco whispered. 

"They told me how brave I was to bring him back, Cedric," he swallowed, "But I didn't consider it that brave. It made me feel, sort of, unwanted I guess. If I didn't participate, he wouldn't of died. And-"

"Harry, he's with his family now. He doesn't have to be in the hands of the Dark Lord left to die in disgrace and no matter if you were in it or not, you-know-who would have... look this isn't your fault, Harry. Don't believe it is at all. It's his. You need to trust me. Look at me. Harry you are not in the wrong. And thanks to you, you got them their son back. That's all that matters." His words were straight from his heart and he didn't really know what he was saying. It felt so strange talking that way.

Harry, after a bit of silence and no movement, nodded his head and looked into Draco's eyes. Draco lay down next to Harry on the bed. It felt like a key into a lock when they were together, fitting one another perfectly.

They talked the rest of the night, and Harry slept little, although he liked it that way when he was with Draco. Sleep was irrelevant.

At this point, they'd lost track of time and it was already hitting day break; dawn.

"I have to go," Draco said solemnly, "might not want to be back after sunrise. People will wonder. When do you get out of this horrid place?"

"Two days. They need to make sure I am okay in the head. My leg still is sore too. Wouldn't want me beat up going home would they. Although the Dursley's wouldn't care."

"Too bad for them, Harry will be scratch free in no time. We leave Friday. Will I be able to see you off," Draco bit his lip.

"No, all my friends will be too protective of me. Term ends in only 5 days. I'm sure they want to spend as much time with me as possible," Harry frowned and Draco sighed. "Write to me?"

"My father won't allow it. And I'm sure You-Know-Who will have something to do with my summer, won't want the Golden Boy himself writing to the son of his best death eater." Harry's frown deepened.

"I'll miss you. A lot," he whispered. They looked at each other just for seconds ever passing too quickly. And then it was as if Harry couldn't take it any more and he smashed his mouth to Draco's, their lips meeting in fire. The thought that this would be the last one until next term in the back of their heads drove them to go until their lung capacity was almost empty. They sucked on each other's lips languidly, but desperately. Draco let go, dying for air. 

"I'll miss you, too," he breathed, "Even more," he kissed him again, a peck, and then another. "You know what I realized while being with you?"

"What?"

"I hate good byes," Draco looked deeply into his eyes, stroking behind his ear yet again. 

Harry breathed deeply. "It's not really good bye is it? It's more like a break?"

"No not a break. I already went on a break from you and I hated it."

"A pause?"

"I like that better," he said, "Don't cause any trouble this summer, or you won't hear the end of it when we get back." A snort from Harry assured his answer. A while of comfortable silence and Draco reluctantly got up from the bed, Harry watching him. He said his final piece walking out, "So I guess we're enemies, Potter?"

Harry smirked, however then broke into a smile, "Get out of here, Malfoy." Draco wanted to hate it, but even the use of last name made butterflies dance in his stomach. 

"Oh and don't think big bad Malfoy won't make the train ride hell for you, Mr. Boy Who Always Causes Trouble."

"Oh trust me, Malfoy, I can handle you, " Harry said cocky as could be. Draco stopped halfway out the hospital wing door and looked at Harry as If he was crazy.

"What's that supposed to mean, Potter?"

"I guess we'll have to see, won't we. Good day."

"Good day?"

"You said you hate goodbyes, so it's good day. Now get out."

"Always so... always so you. See you, Scarface," Draco walked out the door smiling like an idiot only to finish the statement to himself, "until next year."