Draco had thought that he had had a good idea about what war was like, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw on May 2nd 1998.

He heard Voldemort's message to Harry, telling him to go to the Forbidden Forest. Draco knew Harry would go, he hates the thought of people dying for him more than they already had. Draco had been there when Remus and Tonks had been killed, and Fred, he was shocked when that had happened because he hadn't actually minded them. Draco ran as fast he could towards the Forbidden Forest. He almost go hit by so many Curses but he couldn't stop, he couldn't let Harry die without him knowing how much he loved him.

Five minutes later he saw him, the boy with the Black hair entering the forest.

"Harry!" Draco cried desperately "Harry wait, please!"

Harry's stopped walking and turned around to see Draco fall down the slope, mud getting in his mouth and eyes. Once the fall had stopped, Draco scrambled up and ran to Harry, almost knocking him over with the force of the hug.

"Draco what are you-" Harry started to ask, before he was cut off. Draco had pressed his lips against Harry's. To his surprise, they didn't get hit by any spells but most of all, Harry kissed back.

"Thank you. But your mouth tastes like dirt.." Harry whispered softly as their lips parted

"Sorry. Kick some Dark Lord ass for me." Draco said smiling

"For us." Harry yelled as he ran into the woods, a determined smile on his cut and sad face