So, I was watching Victorious and the episode where Jade and Beck break up and then the one where they get back together was on. When they get back together Jade asks is Beck still loves her and he says he never stopped. That was my prompt. Instead of Harry breaking up with Ginny to keep her safe, he broke up with Draco.

Harry stood stiffly next to Ron and Hermione, managing a grimace each time some student or teacher pledged their eternal gratitude to him. He scanned the room, searching for a flash of blond hair or a flicker of grey eyes.

His search yielded no results. Over and over he tried. So, he slapped on a smile and went back to shaking people's hands, ignoring the urge to find Draco, instead, standing with his best friends who needed him just as much.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" Draco yelled, stalking over to Harry, his hair a mess with bloodshot eyes. He halted right in front of Harry, crossing his arms tightly across his chest.

"Do you have any idea how worried I've been? You leave and go gallivanting off in your fucking tent, then show up bloody and broken in my living room. Speaking of, where the fuck is my wand? Then you come to Hogwarts, looking for some fucking tiara, die, and now you're letting people pledge their eternal gratitude because they know you won't call them up with those favors."

Draco took a breath, before attempting to continue his rant. "You fucking died, do you know how worried I was? How much-" He was cut off, Harry pressing his lips lightly against Draco's.

"I'm sorry for being such a git." Harry said, beaming as he stared into the grey eyes of the man he loves.

"You better be." Draco muttered, but he pulled Harry against him, kissing him sweetly, just liking the feeling of their bodies pressed together.

Harry pulled back for air, leaning his forehead against Draco's. "You still love me?" Harry murmured, afraid of the answer.

"I never stopped." Draco replied. Harry's smile was real for the first time in months. He embraced Draco, feeling the expensive fabric under his hands.

"But, I left you." Harry said, his smile falling slightly.

"But, you came back." Draco said softly, kissing him again more firmly.

"Harry!" Hermione's cry was scandalized as the two pulled apart, only now realizing their audience.

"Hermione, I-" Harry started, only to be interrupted by Ron.

"I owe Seamus five bloody galleons. Why couldn't you have done this before you killed Voldemort?" Ron demanded, looking cross as he walked away. Presumably to find Seamus.

Harry gripped Draco's hand tightly, unwilling to let go. "Hermione. I know he's been awful to us in the past. But I love him. Isn't that enough?" He gazed pleadingly at his best friend, begging for her to understand.

She let out a sigh, blowing a strand of her hair away. "I'll give him a chance." She conceded, giving them both a small smile before heading off to find Ron.

Harry stared after her, before tugging on Draco's hand, pulling him out of the Great Hall. He ignored Draco's questions, waiting until they came to the nearest broom closet. Harry swung the door open, bowing as he gestured for Draco to walk in.

"We better start making up for lost time."

Sorry I've been so inactive. Summers annoying. It's hard to write gay Fanfiction when you're staying in your grandparents house with fucking wifi that never works.