The more time passed, the more increasingly bored Harry was becoming. He felt fine and he was going absolutely stir crazy. Checking the time, he realized that he could sneak out for a quick walk before lunch and no one would know any better. Grabbing his cloak, he decided to take Felix on a last minute walk.

Sneaking through the halls was easier when everyone was in class, and soon enough he was walking on the outskirts of the forbidden forest. The sun was shining, so Harry decided to walk in a little bit further. It was easy to lose track of time when it was so silent, but as he turned around he heard his name called.

"Harry Potter."

"Firenze. It's good to see you."

"You shouldn't be here," he said matter of factly.

"I needed some air."

"You are not well."

"No, I suppose I'm not."

"Be mindful of the stars Harry Potter."

Harry froze in his tracks as Firenze continued to walk.

"Don't tell me that," he said quietly. "The stars have never written anything good for me."

"You were saved once before."

"Neither can live while the other survives. I wouldn't call that saved Firenze. We both died, I simply came back."

"You underestimate yourself Harry Potter."

"I think everyone else overestimates my abilities. I got lucky, that's all it was."

"Mars has not been bright for many months, that is a good sign."

"Tell me what you see."

"The power of love is a constant in your life, Harry Potter. Remain in tune with your emotions. Trust your instincts as they have served you well thus far."

"I think the stars need to focus on someone else for a change," Harry said angrily, kicking a rock across the forest.

"I will tell you what I told you all those years ago. Good luck, Harry Potter. The planets have been read wrongly before now, even by centaurs. I hope this is one of those times."

The chill that ran down Harry's spine refused to leave him, even when he was soaking in a scalding hot bath. Draco found Harry sitting on the windowsill, staring out the window listlessly with a blanket draped around him when he brought lunch.

"Harry darling, are you okay?"

"No."

Draco squeezed himself behind Harry, hugging him from behind.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nothing to talk about."

"Something happened in the time between breakfast and lunch."

"It's nothing."

"Harry, if it's upsetting you, it isn't nothing," Draco said gently.

"Nothing can be done about it anyway. Just drop it."

A week later, Draco was still having a hard time "dropping it." Harry was detached, both physically and emotionally. He barely spoke, even at their group healing session. Neither he nor Athena could get Harry to speak. Draco had enough of the uncomfortable atmosphere, and thought he'd be better off uncomfortable at home with his mother.

Harry didn't even notice that Draco was packing until his bag was placed on the floor.

"Where are you going?"

"Home for the rest of the weekend. You clearly have some sort of issue with me that you need space to figure out."

"I don't have an issue with you, why would you think that?"

"That's the longest sentence that you've said to me in a whole week Harry. I've tried being patient and not pushing you to open up, but you've pushed me away. I don't know how to support you when you won't tell me what's wrong. If you don't talk to me how can I assume the problem is anything but me? You didn't even speak at our healing session. How can I be open when you're so closed off?"

"I don't know," he whispered quietly.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Draco replied gently, hugging Harry one last time.

"Please don't leave me."

"I think you could use some time for yourself to figure things out."

"I'll be worse if you leave," Harry rushed, turning and holding tightly onto Draco. "Please, I don't ask for much."

How could Draco leave when Harry was looking so vulnerable?

"Fine. We're going for a walk."

Harry's protests died in his throat as he allowed himself to be dragged outside. His mood soured as they neared the forbidden forest.

"Can we walk to the pitch instead?"

"We always walk this way, it's our spot, what's wrong?"

"Harry Potter and friend, the stars have much to say about you," Firenze greeted.

"The stars can leave him alone," Harry said fiercely, pulling Draco behind him as if that could shield him from a life much like Harry's own.

"I quite like the stars."

"Well you won't like these," Harry promised. "Let's go."

"I remember that night where the both of you had detention here like it was yesterday."

"I try to forget," Harry grumbled, tugging Draco away.

"The two of you have been connected long before that night. Draco Malfoy retrieving Hagrid that night solidified your connection."

Draco pulled his arm out of Harry's grasp, cursorily getting the better of him.

"Harry and I are written in the stars?"

"Yes. That much has become clear over time. The strength of your feelings for one another will continue to be tested. That is all I can say. Good luck Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy."

Harry stormed away with Draco scrambling after him.

"Potter. Harry! Harry Potter, I am talking to you!"

"What?!"

Draco ducked as a branch fell off of a nearby tree.

"Fuck."

"He told you something. Something about you, about us, and that's why you're ignoring me."

"Nothing good comes from the stars."

"Don't I have a right to know?"

"Don't you get it? I wish I didn't know. All these prophecies do is result in the harm or death of everyone that I have ever known. When you know there's a prophecy, that something has been foretold, all of your focus is directed to that. It consumes you, and you question all of your actions wondering what the catalyst to set it into motion will be.

I would rather be dead than ever have any of those things happen to you! I have too much blood on my hands already, and if all of the gods above forbid, yours was added, that would be it for me. I wouldn't live another day knowing that I caused something to happen to you. I couldn't. You are far too precious to me for any more harm to ever come your way.

Bad things happen to everyone I love, and I'll be damned if you meet the same fate."

"Considering you almost smacked me with a tree branch, I think we need to talk about this some more. Have you ever thought that your protection could be harmful? That not knowing could cause me more harm than good?

Harry all he said was that we were connected. He didn't say it was a bad connection did he? Just that our feelings would continue to be tested. You shutting me out and me staying irregardless of that fact proves how strong we are. What's written in the stars is not written in stone darling. We have the power to change it."

"He didn't say it was a bad thing," Harry replied carefully, replaying their past conversations. "The stars don't focus on trivial matters, which means my story isn't over yet. I'm scared. Especially with feeling so sick lately. He knew I was sick."

"You snuck out last week and encountered him in the forest."

"Yes," Harry said ashamedly, his eyes cast downwards.

"You can't keep hiding things like this from me Harry. It's adding unnecessary strain to our relationship and driving a wedge between us. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, but I require a certain level of trust."

"I'm sorry. I'll do better. You can go visit your mum. I think I need some time."

"Are you sure?"

"If I need you I know where you are."

"Promise me that you'll come to me if you need me."

"I promise."

"I'll be back for dinner okay?"

"Okay. Tell Narcissa I say hello."

"She'll tell me I should've brought you."

"Next time," Harry promised.

Draco didn't know how he thought he could've left Harry earlier. All he did was worry about him the whole time he was with his mother.

"You need to occupy your hands and your mind Draco."

"And how do you propose I do that?"

"How does Harry do it?"

That's how Narcissa Malfoy found herself learning how to make pizza dough. Draco was very proud of their work, and wrapped pizza to bring back to Harry. He couldn't wait to show him.

Draco stopped at his room first and paused in confusion at the sound of music coming from Harry's room. The bathroom door in his room was open, and he cracked the door to Harry's to investigate where the music was coming from. He was surprised to see Harry sitting on his bed with a guitar, and even more surprised when he began to sing.

"My ship went down in a sea of sound
When I woke up alone, I had everything
A handful of moments, I wished I could change
And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade"

With a frown, Draco leaned his head on the doorway and listened to the lyrics Harry was singing.

"In a city of fools, I was careful and cool
But they tore me apart like a hurricane
A handful of moments, I wished I could change
But I was carried away"

There were more than a handful of moments Draco wished he could change. Wasn't he carried away by the weight of what his family was asking of him?

"Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
And you can keep all your misery"

Was that how Harry felt? Were his healer sessions making him feel worse? Are all of his feelings just a facade?

"My lungs gave out as I faced the crowd
I think that keeping this up could be dangerous
I'm flesh and bone, I'm a rolling fucking stone
And the experts say I'm delirious"

Draco had told Harry that keeping up these false pretenses was harmful. Was he finally recognizing that as the truth?

"Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
You can take back your misery"

Was therapy really doing more harm than good? To take back its misery Harry would have to address these feelings with Athena.

"Arrogant boy
Love yourself so no one has to
They're better off without you
(They're better off without you)

Arrogant boy
'Cause a scene like you're supposed to
They'll fall asleep without you
You're lucky if your memory remains"

Draco couldn't help but feel as if this part was related to him. He was an arrogant boy, and had felt many of these feelings growing up. He did feel unloved at points, especially at the end, and thought everyone would be better off without him.

He performed as he felt he was supposed to, and felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. His memory didn't deserve to remain. It was better to die unknown than infamous.

"Give me therapy, I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
You can take back your misery"

Draco couldn't help but notice that Harry's voice had gotten louder, his strumming angrier and more deliberate.

"Therapy, I'm a walking travesty
But I'm smiling at everything
Therapy, you were never a friend to me
And you can choke on your misery"

As the song came to an end, Harry just sounded defeated. He looked as if he wanted to smash his guitar, so Draco walked in before that could happen.

"I didn't know you played."

Harry jumped, an unreadable expression on his face.

"I don't. Not anymore."

"I think you should. You're very talented," Draco complimented, sitting down next to Harry.

"Sirius taught me. It used to make me feel close to him. Now, it just reminds me of loss."

"Maybe we should try some happier songs than hmm?"

"What's happier than Therapy by All Time Low?," he joked dryly.

"Almost any Taylor Swift song."

"Fine."

With a grin that looked all wrong on Harry's face, he tuned his guitar and began another song.

"I think he knows his footprints
On the sidewalk
Lead to where I can't stop
Go there every night"

Draco's mouth opened and closed as Harry serenaded him with I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift.

"I think he knows his hands around
A cold glass
Make me wanna know that body
Like it's mine"

Harry wasn't even looking at his guitar, he was looking directly at Draco.

"I think he knows
When we get all alone
I'll make myself at home
And he'll want me to stay
I think he knows
He better lock it down
Or I won't stick around
'Cause good ones never wait"

The red in Draco's face only spurred Harry on further. He has nothing else to lose.

"He got that boyish look that I like in a man
I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans
He's so obsessed with me, and boy I understand
Boy I understand"

Draco wouldn't say obsessed... well, maybe he would.

"Wanna see what's under that attitude
Like, I want you, bless my soul
And I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows"

"I do not have an attitude!"

"Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I'll drive
Lyrical smile, silver eyes, hand on my thigh
We can follow the sparks, I'll drive"

Harry would play forever to have Draco look at him like that, especially with lyric change to "silver" eyes instead of indigo the second time around.

"So where we gonna go?
I whisper in the dark
Where we gonna go?
I think he knows"

Harry could hope Draco knew after this.

"I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my
I want you, bless my soul

I ain't gotta tell him
I think he knows"

"Harry what was that?"

"I think you know," Harry replied with a smirk, lazily strumming his guitar.

"No, I do not know. I feel as if this has to be discussed."

"What are we discussing? We can discuss over dinner."

"The pizza!," Draco squealed, and the song was soon forgotten.

"You made this?"

"Is it so surprising?"

"Of course not. I think it's very sweet that you committed my recipe to memory," Harry replied, pulling Draco to sit between his legs.

"You're very touchy feely all of a sudden."

"Do you prefer the alternative?"

"No. I missed this," Draco admitted, relaxing into Harry.

Listening to Harry's heartbeat as they ate, Draco wondered if he did know.