"Hey Malfoy." Harry said playfully as he walked into Draco’s living room. Harry was carrying a large package with a bow on it and a smaller package. Draco looked up from the book he was reading and saw that Harry was about to drop the package. He jumped up and helped Harry with the load he was carrying.

"Potter what’s this?" Draco asked, while plucking at the bow.

"A present for you." Harry winked and sat in a chair. He looked up at Draco and said, "Well are you going to open it or just stand there staring at it."

Draco felt his heart swelling with love for the boy sitting in the chair across from him. Draco almost couldn’t believe all the torture that he put Harry through at Hogwarts. All the name-calling and the repeated taunts about Ron and Hermione, who were now two of his best friends. Harry had saved him from evil, darkness, and his father. Draco felt tears spring to his eyes at the memories of the beatings he had received from his father. What kind of bloody poof am I crying about the past? What has Harry done to me? Draco already knew the answer. He remembered the night that he had almost died. His father had been trying to bring Voldemort back and Draco walked in on it. His father had beaten him to a bloody pulp and threw him out.

His father no longer cared for his son because Draco had threatened to inform Dumbledor of his plot. Draco was sick of being evil. Harry found him that night bleeding and unconscious. Harry had taken him home and placed him in his bed. Harry let Draco stay there until he was better. Harry told Draco about that night. Harry told him that Hedwig had flew over him while he was unconscious and stayed by his side until Harry got worried about her and went out looking for her on his broom. He found her with Draco a couple of hours later.

That was the summer after the last year at Hogwarts. Harry helped Draco find a house and move out of his father’s place. One night when they had stayed up talking, Draco started to apologize about what he had done to Harry at Hogwarts. But Harry just placed a finger over Draco’s lips.

"What’s done is done Draco. Let it go." Harry said softly. Draco grabbed Harry ’s finger and pulled it away from his lips. Before Draco could stop himself he leaned in and kissed Harry’s mouth which dropped open in shock. Draco’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. Draco pulled out of the kiss, looked down at his lap, and turned the color of a nice fresh red apple. Harry smirked and lifted Draco’s chin with his finger.

"I’ve been waiting for that for a long time Malfoy." Harry leaned in for another kiss and Draco grunted and moved closer. That was the best night of Draco’s life.

Draco was remembering the night that Harry found him and Harry was staring at him. "Earth to Draco. Aren’t you going to open your presents?"

Draco opened them to find a Muggle CD player and a Hoobastank CD. "Whats a ‘Hoobastank?" Draco asked looking quizzically at Harry.

"It’s a Muggle band." Harry said simply. Harry held up batteries to power the CD player. Draco watched while Harry set up the CD player. After it was set up Harry and Draco listened to the CD but half way through it Draco started to rub Harry’s thigh and the two ended up on the floor no longer listening to the CD.

**Five months later**

Draco placed the batteries in his CD player and clicked it on. Damn these Muggle things. He thought to himself. He placed the only CD he owned in and clicked play. Draco skipped to his favorite song and sat down and let the music wash over him.

A tear slid down Draco’s cheek and he smacked it away leaving a mark on his face. He never used to cry. Not until Harry had saved his life. Harry ran away. Harry couldn’t handle the taunts that people gave him when he went out with Draco. Harry said it was better this way. This way meant that Harry didn’t see Draco, or call him, or kiss him. Harry was dating a respectable girl now. Harry said that it was just a fling and Draco agreed. They parted with a short kiss and Draco watched as Harry left his house. All Draco had was this confounded Muggle CD player.

The lyrics made Draco’s heart hurt. There was a knock at the door. Draco pressed pause on the CD player and got up to answer the door. He wanted it to be Harry. It wasn’t. Draco was shocked to see Hermione standing on his doorstep.

"Hi Draco." She said softly.

"Um, Hi." Draco was kind of glad to see her. "Come in. Please?"

"Well there’s something I never thought I would hear. Draco Malfoy saying please." Hermione joked as she walked in. She took off her cloak and hung it up in the foyer. Draco led her to the living room and offered her a seat. She sat down and looked at Draco who was disheveled looking. "How are you Draco?"

Draco sat down and smirked. "Oh I’m fine. The only person who I have ever loved says we can’t be together and leaves me for girl. But I’m fine." Draco half smirked, half sobbed.

"It’s been rough on you I know."

"How could you know? Your married to the person you love." Draco said bitterly. "How is Ron by the way?"

"Ron is fine." Hermione smoothed her dress and looked at Draco, "He left her, Draco."

Draco’s heart leaped. "When? Where? How? Has he talked about me?" Draco couldn’t believe his ears. He leaned forward on his chair and looked at Hermione.

"Draco calm down! She was sick of him talking about you. He only was seeing her to throw people off. He didn’t want to be gay. He didn’t want one more thing that people knew about him and judged him for. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to find work if people thought that Harry Potter was gay." Hermione said the last part very quietly. She was picking at the hem of her dress. "He misses you."

Draco’s heart jumped to his throat, "He sent you to talk to me didn’t he? He wants to come back and be with me doesn’t he?"

Draco’s head throbbed with the news. He’s leaving, leaving, leaving. Draco said those words over and over in his mind until they didn’t make sense anymore. Draco felt like he was going to cry again. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. How could he cry over some guy? How could Draco Malfoy cry at all? Suddenly Draco wanted it all back. His father, his life, the evil. Draco knew that there wasn’t life after Harry. How could he move on? The one person that had been so kind to him is walking out of his life. He was vaguely aware of Hermione getting up to leave. Draco escorted her to the door.

"Draco, I’m sorry I had to be the one to tell you. I didn’t feel it was fair for him to just leave you." Hermione said weakly, "I’ll stop by again soon?" That was more of a question.

"Yes please do, don’t worry about me I’ll be fine. Tell Weasel I said hi." Draco joked.

Hermione smiled and said, "I will, take care of yourself Draco."

Draco shut the door behind her and walked back to the CD player. He clicked play again and the music drowned out his thoughts.

Draco hated that once again Harry Potter had in some way beaten him. Draco felt like a hollowed out shell.

That song ended and the CD player switched to the next song. For the next hour Draco sat there listening to the CD over and over. When the batteries finally died Draco curled in to a ball on the couch and thought to himself, Damn these Muggle things, they don’t last, nothing lasts, life, not love, nothing. Draco felt fresh tears form in his eyes. There was another knock at his door. This time he didn’t want to see anyone. Why couldn’t people just leave him alone? He thought to himself he went to the door and couldn’t believe his eyes. There stood Harry with his trunks and Hedwig. Harry smiled softly and Draco’s mouth hung open.

"I brought these because I thought you might need them." Harry held up a rather large package of batteries, "I brought these because I thought you might be sick of the one you have." He held up a bag of CDs, "Can I come in?"

Draco who was to shocked to say anything stepped aside and let Harry in. Harry brought in his stuff and turned to look at Draco, "I’ve missed you Malfoy." He said softly. Draco looked down. Draco was wondering what Harry was doing here. Was he just coming to say goodbye? Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco. Draco forcefully pushed Harry away.

"What you think you can come in here on your way out of town and have fun and then leave. Leave me?" Draco had trouble saying the last part. "I don’t want to be used Potter." Draco opened the door and looked at Harry, "You can leave now."

"Draco I want you. I want to be with you. Only you. I…I…I love you." Harry said the last part quietly.

"What about what people think of you?" Draco couldn’t believe his ears.

"I don’t care."

"What about getting a job?"

"I don’t care. I just want you." Harry looked in Draco’s eyes, "I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you…"

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