Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any profit from this story. The owner of these characters is solely J.K. Rowling. This story is AU so as such; I have taken several liberties with the timeline of the original story which is parallel to my story, just like an alternate universe. With my own original characters added in as well.

Warnings: violence, abuse, swearing, non-consent, M/M, eventual mpreg, depression, self-harm, angst

I appreciate any creative criticism so long as it helps to increase my writing skills. Please enjoy!

Italics indicate character thinking to themselves.

I'm sorry this chapter is so late. I'm dealing with severe and crippling depression and I just couldn't do it. I'm sorry. I will try better in the future.

Ashitaka

Chapter 7: I love you

Harry stayed on his knees numbly on the ground as Dumbledore helped to whisk Draco to the hospital wing to get stabilized. He stared down at his hands that had recently held Draco's face between them as his heart threatened to pound out of his chest. Why? Why did this happen? His mind was a blank as he was gently grasped by warm hands that helped get him to his feet, steadying him as they led him out of the gathering crowd to follow the path that Draco was taken on, not conscious of the fact that he too was being led to the hospital wing as well.

The walk seemed to go on forever along the way, his footfalls unsteady, and he nearly tripped himself several times as they made their way in complete silence. On entering the hospital wing, Harry only became aware as he hurt Madame Pomfrey rushing around a lone bed, frantically waving her wand and uttering spells beneath her breathe along side Snape and Dumbledore.

Shaking off the hands, he walked over to the scene with an almost serene air about him as he approached the bed. He reached out with shaking hands to push his way to the bedside and pick up one of Draco's hands in his own giving it a light squeeze. He wasn't aware of Dumbledore trying to move him out of the way, stopping only when Harry turned with a snarl on Dumbledore that he could stay.

It felt like forever before Draco was deemed stable enough for the three to decide whether he should remain there or be transferred to St. Mungo's. While they were discussing it, Harry found his way into a chair that somehow made its way to the side of the bed while he kept a hold of Draco's small pale hand.

Harry felt the tears that threatened to fall as he looked down at Draco's hand, his thumb unconsciously brushing across the others knuckles, as the events of the evening ran over and over in his mind. He didn't even try to stop them as he relived everything that Draco hurled at him before jumping and the fall. He started to lightly chew on his lower lip while he was thinking.

It felt like a dream. The angry words that he hurled at Harry, the look of hurt and confusion written clear across his face before he jumped off the tower. The fall itself was not in of itself terrifying although he supposed it should be. He felt almost a relief that his pain and all of this would be behind him as the hard ground drew closer and closer before he felt unbelievable pain which sent him blissfully into the darkness.

When he woke again, he blinked in the sudden brightness that surrounded him. After a few minutes, he slowly opened his eyes again, this time he was able to keep them open. That's when he began to take notice of his rather surreal surroundings.

He found him in the Room of Requirement, it was dressed as it had been when he first went to make his confession to Harry. He sat down into one of the comfortable arm chairs angled facing each other in front of a merrily burning fire, looking at his watch in nervousness. His fingers fiddled with the helm of his cloak as he bounced his leg in anxiety. This was it, he was going to make his confession, Harry would laugh, and they'd go back to hating each other in peace. Or if things went right, they'd be together fighting in this coming war.

He was startled as he heard the door to the room creak open revealing Harry standing in the entrance way with his wand up, facing his direction.

"Well come in then. I'm not going to bite." Draco nervously smirked over to him indicating the other arm chair. Silently Harry sank into the chair, sighing a bit as he watched the dancing flames.

"Well, what did you need to talk about?" Harry asked without turning towards him.

Good, this'll make it easier if he isn't looking at me.

"Harry, I have a confession to make, and please before you make any comments, please just hear me out." He stared at Harry's profile, watching at the other boy turned to face him, indicating he was listening. "I am being fully candid and honest with you, but if you don't believe me, you can just ignore and forget everything and just walk out of here unhindered okay?" Harry nodded in agreeance to the blonde's words, listening carefully and respectfully to him.

"Please go on then Malfoy." Harry waved his hand indicating to do so.

"I love you." He blurted out in a rush. He straightens in his seat staring Harry down who looked at him with a look of shock, disbelief, and confusion.

"You what?"

"I love you. Don't make me repeat myself Potter." Draco smirked over to Harry who sat quietly in his seat. "You don't need to say anything in return, I just had to get it off my chest." He felt his face flush as he spoke, slightly hurt that the other boy had yet to say anything to him. Shaking his head, he got to his feet and moved to pass between the two chairs when a larger tanned hand grabbed his wrist.

"I'm sorry. Don't go." Harry looked up at Draco with a pleading look. "I have to confess this isn't what I expected when I was asked to meet you here. It seems as though you beat me to the punch." Harry smiled up at the blonde's confusion. "I love you too you git." He tugged on Draco's wrist, causing the smaller boy to fall into his lap. Harry then wrapped his arms around him and looked up at him adoringly. "I've loved you since the beginning. Since that day in the robes shop when we met." Harry smiled up at him, his green eyes echoing his heartfelt words to Draco.

Stay with us Draco... Don't you dare leave!

What the heck was that? Draco shook his head and looked down into the green eyes he loved so much smiling happily as he curled up in the warm lap, tucking his head into the nook of Harry's neck where it meets the broad shoulders sighing happily. Time seemed to come to a stand still as he felt Harry tighten his grip on him.

Damn you! Wake the bloody hell up!

"Harry was that you just now? 'Cause I'm not asleep. I can move if you'd like?" He murmured into Harrys neck.

"No luv, that wasn't me. I didn't say anything."

"Oh. Well never mind then." Draco sighed happily as felt his eyes slide closed.

Wake THE fuck up! Don't you dare leave now! Not when you owe me an explanation… you don't get to do this. Not now. WAKE UP!

Draco's body jerked as he slowly opened his eyes to be blinded by the brightness of the room, feeling in extreme pain all over his body as it didn't seem to have a single point that caused it but multiple. He moaned and his hand twitched, causing a larger warm hand to gently squeeze his as he sank back into the darkness once more.