Ever since they were little, Draco and Harry had had nicknames for each other.

He loved when they were five and it was snowing, and they would build snowmen and throw snowballs at each other and make snow angels. Draco always made perfect snow angels, and Harry sucked at it.

That was when Harry started calling Draco his angel.

He remembered when they were ten and it was so hot out they had decided to go swimming. Harry had been in the water in ten seconds flat, but Draco was afraid. He had never been swimming, and the water looked freaking cold.

But Harry had shouted "Come on Draco!" And Draco had looked at him, with the sunshine streaming through his jet-black hair, reflecting his green eyes, tanning his golden skin. He had felt a surge of strength and jumped in the pool.

That was when Draco started calling Harry his sunshine.

He shook when he thought about when they were fifteen and it was foggy. It had been dark and you couldn't see five feet in front of you. He and Harry were supposed to be close together, but Harry had walked a little too quickly. Draco had lost him.

And Draco was crying and screaming for Harry, because he was lost and he needed something to hold on to.

And Harry had come rushing to him, holding him in his arms and whispering "it's okay, I'm here Drake, I got you, I got you."

That was when Draco started calling Harry his rock.

He smiled when he thought about when they were eighteen and there was a thunderstorm. He had been walking through their shared apartment, which they had rented purely for financial reasons, when he heard crying. He had rushed to Harry's room, where he found the other boy curled up on his bed clutching his pillow. A clap of thunder rang throughout the room, and Harry flinched, crying harder.

"Oh god, Harry, Harry, it's okay, you're okay, I'm here, I got you," Draco whispered, hugging Harry and pulling him closer. "Why didn't you come to me?"

"Di'nt want you th'nkin I was bein' st'pid," Harry mumbled into Draco's shirt.

"Oh, Harry, I would never think you're stupid, I love you, I could never think you were stupid." Draco rambled.

Harry straightened. "You love me?"

Draco had tensed, mentally hitting himself for accidentally coming out to his best friend. "Fuck."

Harry had stared at him for ten seconds, nothing but shock written on his face.

Draco stood, pacing. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I never meant to tell you, shit."

Harry cut off his rambling by standing and kissing him.

Draco froze, shocked, for a moment, before kissing back, gently resting his hands on Harry's hips. Harry had pulled back, staring into his eyes.

"I love you too," he whispered.

That was when Harry started calling Draco his boyfriend.

He laughed when he thought about when they were twenty-four and it was hailing. Harry had been sitting by the window, watching the hail hit the ground. Draco had joined him.

"There's a lot of rocks out there," he commented. "They're everywhere."

Harry nodded, his eyes scanning the ground.

"You know where there's not a rock yet?" Draco asked nervously.

"Where?" Harry asked, his interest piqued as he turned to face Draco, who was on one knee in front of each other.

"On your finger," he whispered.

Harry's hand had fluttered to his mouth as he gazed in shock at Draco.

"Will you marry me?" Draco asked quietly.

"Yes! Yes, of course I'll marry you! Yes!" Harry jumped up, hugging Draco and kissing him over and over.

That was when Draco started calling Harry his fiancé.

He hated when he thought about when they were twenty-five and it was raining. His friend Hermione was a bridesmaid at his wedding and had asked to speak with him in private. She had taken him to one of the rooms, slammed him against a wall, and started kissing him. Harry had walked in, happily saying something about a good luck kiss, when he stopped, staring at the scene in front of him.

He had stormed out, not even listening to Draco's protests. Draco followed him outside in the rain.

Harry had screamed at him, how could you cheat on me, I loved you, what the hell Draco, cutting off everything Draco tried to say.

The rain concealed Draco's tears as Harry left.

That was when Harry started calling Draco his ex.

He cried when he thought about when he was twenty-six and it was cloudy. He had heard from Ron that Harry was getting remarried. Ron offered to bring him as his plus one if he wanted to go. Draco had agreed, simply to see how happy he was.

He found out later it was arranged by Harry's adoptive parents.

Ron told him it was arranged because Harry swore never to love again.

Draco had stood in the back of the room as Harry took the hands of the faceless girl in front of him. He opened his mouth, as if to say something. His eyes briefly scanned the room, and met Draco's. Harry looked shocked.

He had whipped around, facing the girl. "I do," he said with an unnecessary amount of force.

Draco had left shortly after that, later denying he had ever been crying.

That was when Draco started calling Harry his life.

He smirked when he thought about when he was twenty-seven and there was a tornado. He had been in Ron's house, when there was a knock on the door. Ron had opened it to reveal Harry.

Draco had stood quickly, and Harry looked shocked.

"You two need to sort everything out. It's been two freakin years. Draco, Harry divorced Jenna. Harry, Draco hasn't been in a relationship in two years. Go," Ron said. He left to go check the basement for something.

Harry had stormed back outside. Draco had rushed after him. "Wait! Harry!"

"No." Harry looked pissed. "Did you set him up to this?"

"No!" Draco said, surprised. "I wouldn't! I knew you wanted to stay away from me."

"You're damn right I do," Harry growled. He spun around, intending to leave, and gasped.

"Draco, there's a fucking tornado!" Harry screamed.

Draco whipped around to see, indeed, a tornado was headed very quickly to them.

"There's a storm cellar over there!" He shouted, pointing. "You go, I have to warn Ron!"

"There's no time!" Harry yelled back, grabbing his arms as wind whipped through his hair. "He's in the basement, he'll be fine! Come on!"

Draco ripped his arm away. "No! You don't want to be down there with me! You hate me! You want me dead!"

Harry grabbed him. "God, Draco, no. I don't want you dead. I could never want you dead. And I don't hate you. I love you. God, that's why I distance myself so much, is because I love you but you'll just cheat on me again if I get too close."

Draco opened his mouth to reply, but the wind whipped his words out of his mouth. He grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him down into the cellar, bolting the door shut.

Harry sat on a bench in the corner of the room, and Draco walked to the other corner and sat on another bench.

They sat in silence, listening to the wind screaming and things crashing, muffled by the door.

"I never cheated on you," Draco murmured.

"What?" Harry's head whipped toward Draco so fast it almost flew off.

"I never cheated on you." Draco sat up slightly. "Why do you think I don't talk to Hermione any more, haven't for two years? She said she wanted to talk to me. I said alright, and she led me to a room. I asked her what was up, and she pressed me against a wall and kissed me."

Harry's mouth dropped open. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" he whispered.

"You never gave me the chance," Draco whispered bitterly.

Harry got up and sat next to Draco. "I'm so sorry," he whispered.

That was when Harry started calling Draco his only.

He remembered when they were twenty-nine and it was snowing again. They had made a snowman with their daughter, Angel, had a little snowball fight with her, and they each made snow angels, which Harry still sucked at.

That was when they started calling each other their other half.

And, honestly, that was the best name of all.