Harry's POV.

We arrive back at Hogwarts and Draco crumples into my arms, sobbing.

"Hey, shhh. It's going to be okay," I whisper.

"How?" He asks weakly.

I don't answer, set on just repeating the same phrase.

"It's going to be okay."

Days later, it's still not okay.

Draco hasn't heard from his father and he's terrified for his mother.

We haven't spoken, it seems like he doesn't want to speak to me.

At dinner I leave a note tucked into Draco's bag and wait at the Astronomy tower for his arrival.

The clock chimes 8 and he still isn't here. I start to get up glumly just as the door creaks open.

"Hey, Potter," he whispers shakily.

I quickly stride towards him about to try to provide comfort, but unsure of how to.

"Um.. Mal- uh... Draco?
What can I do?"

"Why'd you follow after me?"

I pause.
"It seems like the answer to that should be quite obvious."

You can feel the tension.

"No. I need- I need to hear you say it. You did it because it's your job, right? To protect from the Dark Lord?
You did it cause- cause that's what you had to do."

"Dra-"
he shakes his head.

I look up into his sad, broken, terrified eyes and see a flash of something cross the cloudy grey.

"Why?"

I can't stop staring at him and suddenly he's a step closer.

And again. And again, and again until I'm almost pressed against a wall.

I look anywhere but his eyes,
he knows why I did what I did.

I did it because I couldn't bear the thought of him in danger.

He carefully places his fingers on my face, guiding my vision forward.

We're staring for a few seconds and then his lips are on mine.

Slowly, softly, then hungrily. 

I can't breathe or think and all I know is that his hands are running up and down my sides,
and I'm kissing Draco fucking Malfoy.

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