"Blimey, Harry, I know you're worried, but you've got to stop pacing." Ron shifted weight, unsettled. He was still somewhat uncomfortable with Harry and Draco's relationship, but he was slowly coming to terms with it. Draco's current situation didn't make things better, however.

Harry paused in his nervous steps, twisting his head around to look at Ron. "What if he's not okay? Fleur didn't even give us an answer—"

"She shoved us out so she could help him," Ron interrupted. "And Hermione." He leaned against the windowsill. Hermione had been in pretty bad shape. Ron's blood boiled when he thought of it now—her quiet whimpering from the leftover pain of the cruciatus curse, the word mudblood carved into her arm... But Hermione was strong. She would get through this, no problem—he was pretty sure, anyway. But Draco... well, Ron didn't know Draco.

Harry growled under his breath, raking his fingers through his already-mussed hair. "I need him, Ron."

"Look Harry, I—"

"What would you do if you lost Hermione, Ron?"

Ron shook his head with a sigh. "Okay. Okay, I get it. But he's going to be fine."

The door opened behind them, and Harry's head snapped up.

"Harry," came Fleur's silky voice. "you can go in. Ron, let's check on Hermione."

Harry shut the door behind him and scrambled to the bedside. "Draco," he breathed. His heart jumped into his throat when Draco stirred and opened his eyes at the sound of Harry's voice. Harry knelt beside the bed and gripped Draco's hand.

"How are you feeling?" Harry murmured.

Draco smiled. "Good. Better." He tugged on Harry's hand. Understanding, Harry stood up and crawled onto the bed beside him. Draco snuggled into Harry's chest with an air of familiarity. Harry's heart thudded. He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, pulling him in closer.

"I'm sorry," Draco mumbled, nestling his face into Harry's neck.

Harry sighed, his hand moving up and down Draco's back. "You have to stop apologizing."

"I hurt you."

"Draco..."

"I... betrayed you. God." Draco pulled away a bit, eyes flicking up toward the ceiling as Harry looked at him.

"You were trying to keep us both safe," Harry said. "I didn't understand that then. But I do now."

He tugged Draco back into him. The blond accepted the motion happily, then paused when he saw the deep bruising on Harry's throat. He sucked in a deep breath, wriggling back enough to stare, wide-eyed, into Harry's face.

"It's not your fault," Harry said quickly, before Draco could utter one word. "You saved my life. Remember? I would be dead right now if it weren't for you. Come here." He snaked his arms around Draco's waist and kissed him. Draco smiled as the brunette pulled away.

"What are we going to do now, Harry?" he asked after a moment.

"What do you mean?"

Draco licked his chapped lips. "I... I want to help you, Harry. Fighting the Dark L—you-know-who. The war. No matter what happens... I want to be there with you when it does."

Harry nodded, planting another light kiss upon Draco's forehead. "Okay," he replied simply.

"I love you," Draco whispered. A sad smile spread over his face. "You're the only person I've ever told that to."

Harry blinked. "But... your family..."

Draco sighed. "You know my family, Harry. It shouldn't be that big of a surprise."

Harry closed his eyes briefly. "That's very sad," he whispered. He stroked Draco's hair. "I love you too, Draco. I love you."

Draco gave a contented sigh and the two fell silent. The afternoon quickly turned to evening and evening turned to morning; when the sun rose, it found the two boys fast asleep in each others arms.

A/N: Blaaah. I don't like part 2 nearly as much as part 1. xP I kinda suck at endings. Ah well. Thanks for reading; please, please, please leave a review. :)