~Heyo I'm back, and I'm writing smut in this chapter~

It was finally Saturday, and Hermione, Ron, and Harry were going to Hogsmeade with Dobby. Harry explained the Draco before hand that Dobby might be uneasy being around the son of his last master. Draco understood, and took the time to do his homework. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were waiting outside for Dobby. Harry had on a grey knitted jumper, a black coat, black jeans, black leather boots, a Slytherin scarf for irony, black gloves, and a black beanie. Hermione was wearing a long sleeve shirt with a blue jumper on top, a black coat, blue jeans, brown leather boots, a grey scarf, and a pink hat. Ron was wearing last years Christmas jumper, a red coat, denim jeans, black boots, a hand-me-down blue coat, and a red hat. After a couple minutes of waiting outside, Dobby finally popped in front of them. Dobby was wearing mismatched socks, two hats on top of each other, two scarves, and a shawl wrapped around his pillow case. Harry bent down to fix his scarf a little.

"Are you ready Dobby?" Harry chuckled. Dobby nodded.

"Dobby is so excited to spend a day in Hogsmeade with his friends Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. Today will be so fun." Dobby said happily. Hermione and Ron giggled, and they started walking to Hogsmeade.

When they got there, it was a bit crowded. Harry noticed that Dobby was being pushed around on the ground by everyone's feet.

"Here, let me." Harry said as he picked Dobby up, and placed him on his shoulders. Harry smiled.

"There, now you won't get kicked around. So where do you want to head first?" Harry asked. Hermione and Ron were on his left holding hands.

"Thank you Harry Potter. Dobby does not know where to go. Dobby has never been in Hogsmeade. Dobby has only heard great things of it." Dobby said confused as he looked around.

"How about we go to Weasleys Wizards Wheezes, first? We can look around at all the funny and cool things there." Hermione suggested. They nodded their heads, and walked to the flamboyant store. Immediately they were bombarded by the red headed twins. Fred started.

"Hello there Harry-"

"Ron-"

"Hermione-"

"And you are?" Fred asked as he held his hand out to Dobby. Dobby hesitated before shaking his hand.

"My name is Dobby." Dobby said in his high pitched voice. The twins smiled.

"Well hello there Dobby-"

"Welcome to our store-"

"If you need any help-"

"Let us know." George finished as he whisked Fred away to another customer who was about to fall off the ceiling.

"That's Fred and George. They're my brothers." Ron said pointing to the two.

"How about we look at their newer stuff. It should be right over here." Harry said as he directed the group over to a stand of new things. There were new types of skiving snack boxes, a perfume that makes you smell like what everyone wants you to smell like, and gag perfume to give to friends that doesn't wash off. Dobby was amazed at all the stuff, and how happy everyone looked.

"This is amazing, Harry Potter." Dobby said, amazed. There were students running around, and various noises could be heard throughout the room. Hermione and Ron were currently taking Dobby up the stairs. Harry was in the back of the group as he watched Dobby talk with the two. As Harry was walking up the stairs, he got a little dizzy. It was an okay amount at first, but it escalated quickly, and Harry fell down to his knees, and unintentionally banged on the stairs with his knees. Hermione, Ron, and Dobby looked back, and rushed to his side.

"Harry are you ok?" Hermione asked. She tried to get Harry up, but he fell again. Harry was shaking his head. The noise was so loud, and everyone was screaming for joy. But it felt really wrong to Harry. Next to them, a couple kids were playing with exploding snap cards that the Weaskeys were selling. Harry looked up to his friends, then he heard a loud bang come from one of the cards. Harry jumped, and looked around. Hermione and Ron saw what was happening, and Ron pulled Dobby onto his shoulders, and then helped Harry up. They helped carry him through the back door, and out into an empty alleyway. Ron brought Dobby down on the ground, and went to Hermione's side to help Harry. Harry had his knees on the ground, and he was hunched over a little, had one hand on the ground, and one over his mouth.

"Do you feel sick?" Ron asked as he squatted to Harry's level. Harry shook his head. He was shaking a little, though. Hermione was on the ground rubbing his back.

"What's wrong? Was it the noise from the store?" Hermione asked concerned. Dobby's ears went down, and he looked sadly at his best friend. Dobby carefully walked to them.

"Dobby is sorry if he did anything to Harry Potter." Dobby said remorsefully. Harry took his hand off his mouth, and patted Dobby on the head lightly.

"Its ok, Dobby. It wasn't you fault. I can't control this, it just happens." Harry said quietly to Dobby.

"Do you want to go back to the castle?" Hermione asked. Harry sighed, and sat down on the ground completely, took his gloves off, and rubbed his eyes.

"No, I'm fine now. How about we just go to the Three Broomsticks?" Harry excused. He pulled his gloves on, and stood up. He picked Dobby up on his shoulder, again, and Harry started walking to the tavern. Hermione and Ron reluctantly followed. When they got there, they went to the corner seats, and they all sat down. A waitress walked to them.

"Hello. What can I get for you?" She asked nicely.

"We'll have 3 butter beers-" Ron said, but Harry cut her off.

"Sorry. 2 butter beers." Harry corrected. He turned to Dobby. "What would you like? Butter beer is too strong for you, but anything else is fine." Harry said. Dobby nodded his head.

"Maybe a hot chocolate?" Dobby said nervously. Harry flashed him a smile, then turned to the waitress.

"A hot chocolate for him." He said.

"And for you?" The waitress asked Harry.

"Oh, I'll get some fire whiskey if you have any." Harry said. The waitress walked back to the bar table. Hermione turned to him.

"What are you thinking? Fire whiskey! Your only 17." Hermione scolded. Harry rubbed his forehead.

"Hermione, I'm legally allowed to drink Fire whiskey. Plus, I need something stronger than butter beer right now." Harry said exasperatedly.

"What's wrong, mate? Tell us." Ron asked concerned, leaning against the table. Dobby turned to Harry.

"Does Harry Potter have a head ache? Dobby can help fix Harry Potter, if Harry Potter wants it." Dobby offered. Harry shook his head.

"Its ok, Dobby. I'll be fine. I was just startled. After this, maybe we can go to the woods a little bit. Does that sound ok?" Harry asked. Dobby nodded his head happily.

"Harry, you told us you were better. You said you weren't having anymore memories or flashbacks. Why do you insist on keeping these things from us?" Hermione scolded again. Harry sighed. He turned to Dobby.

"I'm sorry this day was ruined. Do you think you and I can continue tomorrow? We can go to the woods tomorrow, but I'm just not feeling good right now." Harry said apologetically.

"Its ok, Harry Potter. We magical creatures can feel your aura, and Dobby can sense that you are hurting very much. Dobby should have stopped you when we were outside. Dobby could feel your aura outside as well, and it was very sad. Dobby will leave, and Dobby will only go to the woods with Harry Potter when he has a happier aura." Dobby said wisely, and he popped out of the tavern. Hermione and Ron looked at Harry.

"So you have been feeling that way all the time?" Ron asked. Harry put his head in his hands, and nodded. The waitress brought the drinks. Harry immediately took a drink from his Fire whiskey.

"Harry, please tell us what's happening. We want to know, and we want to help. You can't go through life without telling people how you feel." Hermione said gently. Ron nodded his head. Harry sighed, and pulled his head up.

"You want to know how I'm feeling? I'll tell you. Everyday, I wake up, and I'm emotionally tired from the incessant nightmares and memories. I go to breakfast, and I notice all the people missing from the tables, and from the front of the room. I am constantly feeling sad and horrible, because of all the things I did. I jump at the smallest sounds because they remind me of the battle. I regret everything I've done, and I wonder how come I'm not dead. The others are dead from fighting my war. And I die in front of everyone, yet I come back. I'd rather everyone else come back, and I'd just stay dead. At least I would be useful. I could at least see my parents, and Sirius, Dumbledore, and Severus. I could have finally been reunited with them, but for some reason I came back." Harry leaned forward to the two, a grim expression on his face. "Do you have any idea how it feels to have people die for you, and you can't even stay dead? It is the ultimate 'fuck you' to everyone who gave their lives for me. I taunt them by my very existence, because I'm the Boy-Who-Lived twice. Not once, but twice. No one could have died at the battle. All I had to do was die, but that damned snake had to die first. If I could have somehow gotten the snake first, I would've been able to die, and I wouldn't have bothered anyone." Harry said. He leaned back in his chair, and took a long drink from his drink. Hermione and Ron looked at Harry with pity.

"So this is how you always feel?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded.

"Its survivors guilt." Ron said. The two looked at him. "In Professor Flitwick's class, we read about one of the first goblin wars, and how many goblins died. The other goblins felt so depressed because they battled for the same thing, yet those selected died. Professor said they felt survivors guilt because they survived, and the others didn't." Ron added knowledgably. Hermione was stunned that Ron could pull something like that together.

They sat there for a moment of silence. Harry finished his drink, and so did Hermione and Ron.

"I feel better, now. How about we go back to the castle?" Harry suggested. They nodded, and they walked back to the castle. Harry brought the hot chocolate back with them so Dobby could drink it.

"I think I'll just go drop this off in the kitchens, I'll head back to the class afterwards." Harry told them as he left. Hermione and Ron headed to the classroom, and Harry gave the drink to Dobby, who happily accepted.

When Harry walked back into his classroom, Draco tackled him with a hug. Harry tensed a little, before melting into the hug. Draco let go, and immediately started ranting.

"Merlin, Harry, are you ok? Do you feel well? Do you have a fever? I swear the twins will get it if they scared you-" Draco started ranting, before Harry cut him off.

"Don't worry, it wasn't the twins. And I'm fine now." Harry comforted.

"Bullshit." Hermione said plainly as she walked to the two. Everyone looked at her scared since he's never cussed before. Hermione walked to Harry, and levitated him in the air.

"What the hell, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed. Hermione started walking to their quarters.

"Everyone, inside, now! Harry has something to tell you." Hermione said sternly as she levitated Harry up the stairs. Ron and Draco followed. When they got inside, Draco closed the door, and silenced it. Hermione floated Harry to sit on his bed. She then conjured up a couple chairs for them to sit in. When everyone sat, they looked at Harry.

"Harry, sorry for raising my voice, but you have to tell Draco. You will feel better. And lying isn't good." Hermione said. Draco became worried.

"What's going on? Harry? What are you lying about?" Draco asked concerned. Harry folded his arms.

"Hermione, I'm not repeating it. I said what I said. You tell him if you're so intent." Harry said tiredly. He laid on the bed, and faced away from them.

"Fine be like that. I'll just show him." Hermione said as she stood up. She pulled a memory from her mind with her wand, and expanded it for Draco to see. It was the memory inside of the shop, and then the memory of them in the tavern. From Dobby talking to Harry, to Harry drinking Fire whiskey, to them leaving. When everything was done, Hermione sat back down. Draco looked to Harry's lying figure.

"So you haven't been feeling better." He stated. "You have been feeling worse."

Harry nodded his head a little.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Draco asked. Harry still didn't face them.

"I didn't want to burden you. The war is over, so you should be living your lives happily, and not worrying about me all the time. You need a life, too." Harry said quietly, muffled by the pillow.

Draco walked over to Harry, and sat on the bed.

"Harry, we will always worry about you. And you do the same. Right now, you are in pain, and we want to help you, but you need to tell us the truth. Not hide it away." Draco consoled as he rubbed Harry's shoulder. Harry sat up, and looked at Draco and the others, but then looked down.

"Its so hard. I don't want to be miserable all the time. I had enough of that as it is as a child. My life is meant to be full of havoc and bad luck. Looks like Sybil was correct when she predicted my death every year. Every year, a piece of me died, and I lived with it." Harry laughed a little, but had a sad undertone. Harry looked to Draco, and immediately wrapped his arms around his. Harry was shaking.

"I don't want to feel this way. Please help me." Harry said as he cried lightly. Draco patted his back, and held him. When Harry was done crying, he sat back up, and wiped his eyes.

"I actually feel better now that I told you." Harry chuckled with a thick throat.

The rest of the day, Hermione, Ron, and Draco all hung out in the quarters, drank tea, and talked. Hermione and Ron left to go back before curfew. Harry and Draco curled up around each other, and they feel asleep with no interruptions.

Harry and Draco woke up late the next day. Surprisingly, Harry had a dreamless sleep. They both got dressed, and headed to breakfast. Harry and Draco walked happily to the two.

"Hey guys." Harry said cheerfully. He genuinely felt better today. Draco sat down next to Harry, and loaded his plate up.

"So you actually feel better today?" Hermione asked, as she spread the jam on her toast. Harry nodded.

"You can ask Dobby for proof. I fell better now that I told you." He smiled. "Although there still is a little bit of sadness still, its definitely better." He added.

"Well, it isn't going to disappear after one night." Ron acknowledged.

The rest of the day went by normally. Dobby wouldn't go out to the woods with Harry yet, so Harry and Draco spent the day inside their quarters, snuggled in their bed, drinking tea and talking about everything and nothing.

They teased each other, and would give the other kisses on the nose and eyelids.

"How about we have a bath?" Harry suggested. Draco agreed, and they stripped their clothes, and made their way to their bathroom.

Harry filled the large tub with hot water, with scented bubbles. Harry and Draco slipped in, opposite of each other.

"So you feel better?" Draco reassured.

"I feel much better than yesterday. I feel happy." Harry said. Draco smirked.

Draco sat up, and straddled Harry. This surprised Harry since his eyes were closed, and he didn't see the action, until Draco actually sat on him. They both blushed since they were naked. Draco was obviously hard, and Harry was getting harder.

Draco gave Harry a slow, seductive kiss, before lightly grinding on Harry's crotch. Harry moaned at the bare contact. The kissing and the grinding became more intense, and soon, they were both moaning. Draco slowly inched his hand down Harry, and then suddenly, grabbed Harry member, which made him gasp. Draco started to slowly move his hand up and down Harry's length.

Harry moaned with pleasure. Draco then moved a little from his position, and placed his groin right in between Harry's legs. Draco looked at Harry for consent, which Harry agreed to. Draco then slowly entered Harry. Draco gave Harry a moment to adjust, before slowly thrusting into Harry.

As Draco was thrusting into Harry's frame, he was moving his hand up and down Harry. As they furthered, the thrusting intensified. Draco started lightly brushing his finger against Harry's member, which seemed to produce this ecstasy inside Harry, since he started moaning even louder.

Just as Harry and Draco were reaching their climax, Draco intensified his thrusting, and started hitting Harry's sweet spot with every thrust. He continued to pump his hand around Harry.

They both finally reached their climax, and they sang into the water. Draco looked at the water with slight disgust, and he drained the tub, and they both showered off.

They both curled up into bed, and slept around each other.