"I don't... understand." Harry stammered, tossing the bottle of alcohol to the side and stumbling to his feet. As he saw Draco stare coolly at him, posture defensive and tense, nausea and self-loathing washed over him and Pansy Parkinson's words echoed in his mind.

"I think its time we had a long overdue talk." Draco answered slowly. "We need to see if I can get passed what you did and make this work. If we even have anything left."

And suddenly, Harry was tired. He was more than tired; he was drained. He was achingly exhausted of being pushed away, of being constantly yelled at and berated and rejected. Why couldn't people see how goddamned sorry he was? He was sorry. He didn't remember how many times he had repeated the phrase in the last three months. He was terribly, desperately, unbelievably sorry. The void in his heart continued to ache and didn't know how much more he could take.

"You're just going to leave again anyway." Harry responded brusquely and he strode into the kitchen, rummaging in their cupboard for another bottle of Ogden's. "Why should we even bother?"

Draco followed him, incredulity etched upon his refined features. "Excuse me?"

"You don't want me anymore, Draco." Harry said, turning back to him as he tried to uncork the bottle of Firewhiskey. He ran a hand down the side of his unshaven face wearily. "I don't want to spend the night hearing you throw it back in my face." When the bottle finally opened, Harry took a long swing, satisfied as the drink burned down his throat. He almost choked, however, when the bottle was knocked from his hand, shattering all over the floor.

"Don't you dare assume you know what I want!" Draco seethed, his hand trembling slightly. "You've no idea what you did to me!"

"And I've told you how sorry I am!" Harry shouted back, anger seeping into his voice.

"Oh, you're sorry, I'm sure." Draco sneered sarcastically. "The-Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived is sorry and that justifies cheating, doesn't it? You lied and you cheated and you fucking pretended to love me!" Draco's voice turned desperate and uncharacteristically small.

Harry felt his stomach drop and his self-loathing multiply. If there were ever a hell specifically created for him, it would hold no sadistic Dark Lord, no bloodthirsty Death Eaters and no Dementors. Those things were nothing compared to endless amount of pain and regret he felt as he watched his Draco, normally haughty and proud, become so insecure and small. His hell would force him to relive these moments constantly, to watch again and again the hurt he'd caused the person whom he loved most in the world.

"I never pretended. Ever." Harry said thickly, his eyes searing with tears. "I've always loved you, Draco."

"Then how could you do that to me?" Draco cried, all pretenses of his cold facade gone. "Tell me, Harry, tell me why!"

"I don't know.. I don't know." Harry said miserably. "I don't know why I did it. I was scared and I didn't know if this was going to last. I knew I loved you, but I was so damn scared--"

"You were scared." Draco interrupted flatly.

Harry nodded, tears escaping from his eyes and leaving a salty trail down his cheeks.

"That is the stupidest excuse I have ever heard." Draco said angrily and his body trembled. "What the hell were you scared of, Potter? Me?!"

"I was scared that you could be it for me." Harry answered and he slumped down to the floor, his shoulders hunched. "Its a shit excuse and I know it. But I love you, Draco, and I don't know what to do if you leave me for good. I'm sorry that I've let you down and I'm sorry for always being gone. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and I love you so much, it hurts." Harry stared up at Draco with desperate eyes. "Please.. please come home."

Draco looked back at him with unreadable eyes for a long while until Harry could no longer take the scrutiny. The other man finally turned away from him and spoke with an toneless voice. "I... I don't know if we can make this work anymore...I just can't, Harry, I can't. I thought I could forgive you, I thought we could figure this out, but I don't think I can anymore."

Harry's stomach clenched painfully, his heart tearing, and he felt a new lump in his throat as he tried to swallow back his tears. Draco stuffed his hands in his pockets, a habit he'd picked up from Harry himself, and began to walk towards the door. He stared after Draco as the conclusiveness, the finality of the situation began to hit him. He watched as Draco looked at him once last time before the door quietly shut behind him.

What have I just done? Draco thought to himself with horror. He had broken up with Harry. They were officially, undoubtedly over. There would be no more late nights wrapped up in each other, watching films on that ridiculous Muggle contraption. No more adoring green eyes gazing at him, no more comforting embraces, no more nights filled with such a passion-filled lust that only Harry could generate. As he walked out of the tall building, he stopped abruptly and looked up at the dark window of the third floor.

"He'll come after me." Draco whispered desperately to himself. "He always does; he'll come after me. He'll force me to make our relationship work." He waited in the darkness for over five minutes, his frame beginning to tremor. He hadn't just let Harry go. He hadn't. Flashes of their past flitted across his mind and a lone tear streaked down his nose as no Harry came lumbering after him. When he was forced to admit defeat, Draco began to walk, his fists clenched so tightly, his knuckles were white. He walked towards Pansy's flat, she would know what to do with him... she always did. He was more than five streets away from his... Harry's flat when he heard someone call after him. Heart soaring, Draco turned around quickly.

"Love, you've dropped something." An elder woman said kindly, handing him a couple of galleons that had seemingly fallen from his pocket.

His heart sank.

"Thank you." Draco murmured to the woman and he tried to ignore the prickle behind his eyes. He would be damned if he cried anymore tonight. He continued on his way, dragging his loafers on the pavement in a way that would have Pansy berating him.

"Draco."

He stopped. It couldn't be. No, it couldn't. His mind was playing tricks on him as the most beautiful voice he'd ever heard called his name, panting heavily.

"Are you really there?" Draco whispered.

"Look at me."

And as he turned around, Harry tugged him closer, his mouth finding Draco's in a way that was so right, so familiar, he visibly sagged with welcome relief. Draco's eyes fluttered shut and his arms wound themselves around Harry's neck as he drank in the perfect taste that was all Harry. Draco kissed him in a way that was almost violent, like if he was starving and satiated all at once. Harry's hands traveled all over Draco's body, slipping under the gray pullover and tracing all of the contours of the other man's body with a sort of reverence. He pulled away from Draco's mouth and looked him in the eye, a recognizable determined glint in his emerald orbs.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy." Harry said resolutely. "I'll be damned if I let you go without a fight."

Draco gazed back into Harry's eyes steadily.

"Take me home, Harry."

Eight Months Later

Harry waited anxiously for Draco to arrive home, the tiny box in his right pocket feeling a thousand times heavier than it really was. This was it. Tonight was the night that he would finally ask Draco to marry him. While things were not always easy between... in fact, they were more than difficult at times, Harry knew that Draco was irrevocably the One. The time spent away from the man all those months ago were now the nightmares that haunted his sleep. They had fought over it a thousand times more, each fight worse than the next, but they had managed to pull through.

"We always do." Harry muttered, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He was startled from his thoughts, however, when he heard the front door open.

"Harry! I'm here, where the fuck are you?"

He bounded from the couch to greet his lover, pulling Draco into a warm kiss.

"Hi." Harry murmured, wrapping his arms around the other man's neck.

"Hi yourself." Draco answered, giving him a dazzling smile. He nuzzled Harry's ear and licked the shell, enjoying the feel of it on his tongue. "What's for dinner?"

Grinning, Harry interwined their fingers together and pulled Draco into the dining room, where a lovely candlelit dinner, all consisting of Draco's favorites, had been set up.

"Candles? Caviar?" Draco looked surprised. "What's the occasion?"

"Do I need an occasion to spoil you?" Harry asked, pulling out a chair.

His lover smirked. "Of course not."

They ate quickly, Harry smiling delightedly each time Draco, taking a bite of the food, moaned in appreciation. They talked and talked, Draco chatting endlessly about his newest coworkers dreadful sense of style, while Harry tried not to let his nerves show.

"Alright, what's going on?" Draco said suddenly, setting down his glass of wine. "You've been completely distracted this whole time and I want to know why."

"I-I haven't been distracted." Harry lied weakly, fingering the velvet box.

Draco, of course, was not convinced. "Spill. Now." He demanded.

Taking a deep breath, Harry stood up from his chair, pulled out the tiny box and settled down on one knee. He opened it to reveal the small silver band, a tiny emerald encrusted in the center.

"What are you doing?" Draco said shrilly, his voice panicked.

"Draco Abraxas Malfoy," Harry began determinedly. "when I first met you in Madam Malkin's all those years ago, you were the brattiest, snobbiest person I had ever met in my life-"

"Oi!" Draco protested feebly.

"-and, truth be told, you haven't changed much. You're still very snotty and extremely high-maintenance and sometimes, slightly condescending." Harry smiled suddenly. "But... truth be told," He repeated. "you're also one of the most amazing men I've had the privilege of getting to know. I love you everything about you. The bad parts, the good parts, all of you."

"Merlin..." Draco gasped, his eyes fixed on the ring that was nestled in the velvet box. "Is this really happening right now?"

"Draco Malfoy..." Harry gazed at him adoringly. "Well... will you marry me?"

"I-I..." Draco seemed to be at a loss for words. His cheeks blushed a deep red, his mouth twisted, as he launched himself at Harry, throwing his arms around the other man's neck. Draco pressed butterfly kisses on every patch of skin he could find, his mouth tracing the words 'yes' on Harry's flesh.

"I love you." Draco said softly.

"I love you." Harry repeated back to him quietly. He smiled, took the ring out of the box and carefully, he slipped it on Draco's pale finger.

"Its a perfect fit." His lover mumurmed, admiring the ring.

Harry looked at Draco, love and adoration etched on his every feature. He thought about how outstandingly lucky they both were to have found each other, how close he had come to losing the other man. He thought about how Draco looked in the morning, how he looked when he laughed, smiled or cried. Harry thought about how perfect they were for each other. Draco was the only one strong enough to ground him, the way Draco knew how to distinguish Harry the Chosen One, from Harry the person. Harry managed to keep Draco from getting to egotistical and concieted and Draco taught Harry to be a little bit more selfish and self-caring. They were a perfect it.

"Yeah..." Harry responded, still looking at Draco. "Yeah, it is."

THE END.

A/N: Awww, its finally done! Yay, yay, yay. And with that promised happy ending! I contemplating having Draco break up with Harry for good, but my stomach was in knots at the idea, so I didn't. Thank you all so much for reading & reviewing, I really appreciated it! -hugs-

I also might do a little oneshot sequel to this, throw in some mini Draco's and Harry's. You never know. (;

Love and hugs,

Jazmin.

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