You'll come back

When they call you

No need to say goodbye.

You'll come back

When They call you

Harry tilts his head backwards, eyes closed and gasping aloud. A tiny pearl of sweat shines on his slightly parted lips. His hands are tightly clenched and he trembles as some energy unknown to man radiates from him.

"Draco", he gasps and his body tenses from the euphoric thrill that washes over him

…

Harry is flying far ahead from him. He is accelerating more and more, and all of a sudden he disappears from his sight. He leans in to move faster, trying to locate the raven-haired boy, when a pair of soft lips brushes his ears and whispers:

"Did you really think I would leave you behind?"

…

He nestles his fingers in the other boy's hair and tugs him closer.

…

Furious emerald eyes directed towards him. "You really are some piece of work Malfoy", he hissed.

"Always have been" Draco teased with a soft tone. "I've also always been utterly gorgeous as well." he smirked with a glimpse in his eye.

A smile emerged on the tip of Harry's lips. "Yes that is most sincerely true", he said and took a step closer and before Draco had had a chance to blink he found his lips crashing against Harry's.

…

A warm hand firmly placed over his.

…

"I don want you to leave me! Harry… I love you Harry!"

"I love you to Draco", Harry whispers and gently presses a kiss on Draco's forehead. "And I'm never going to leave you, youfool."

"Draco!"

The blonde boy jerked away from his memories and gazed upon Blaise with glazed eyes. Draco had a surprised expression on his face as if he still couldn't take in the fact that he still existed in the real world, especially since he hadn't been spending that much time in it. Blaise had made sure to notify him of that, it must be admitted that he had a point. Draco had spent the weeks after Voldemort death looked up in his room and mind, thinking of none the less but his beloved Harry.

"You really need to snap out of this", Blaise scowled at his best friend.

He was worried, he wanted Draco to move on with his life and stop sinking deeper into this self-pitying depression that was lurking in behind the corners of Draco's mind. Blaise's word made Draco sigh. How the hell was he supposed to get over Harry? Especially now when what was left of the wizard society had more or less been plastered with posters of the Golden boy. Draco could see that Harry's smile was a bit awkward and uncomfortable. He knew Harry had never enjoyed the fame and now that the war was over his fame had escalated to the stars.

Draco could see right through the picture and he knew by the suppressed squirms Harry made that all of this was nothing of what he wanted. Unlike the girls who had stood next to Draco admiring the poster by squealing over gorgeous and handsome he was, but it was such a pity that he was dating Ginny again.

That phrase had made Draco choke on his own breath. It was a clear sign, shoved right into his face that whatever he and Harry had had was most definitely over. Harry had moved on and it was about time he did so to.

But it was so hard, there wasn't a Harry-free-zone in the entire Wizard world; he was on the frontages to the Daily Prophet – they were blasting about every single move he made – Draco admired the pictures in the newspapers and he felt a warm puddle of pride over what the bloke had accomplished even though his own heart broke every time the photography shot a shy smile towards him.

No, he had no interest in snapping out of it. The gloomy part of his mind was a safe-zone, even the painful memories of his love brought their own form of comfort.

"Draco you need to get out to the real world. Seriously, I don't want to drag your sorry arse out of this mansion myself but you are giving me no choice!"

Draco looked up, sincerely surprised to discover the fact that Blaise was still around. It took him a while to realize that Blaise also had a firm grip around his wrist and was dragging him through the front door – out to the real world. He buried his heels into the ground and leaned back, and by doing so shifting his weight, making it harder for Blaise to drag him as he realised were they were heading. All of the sudden he hit the ground, falling flat on his back.

"What the fuck did you drop me for!" he growled.

Blaise looked down at him with a strange grin on his face. "I didn't drop you; you were the one leaning back."

"You were the one holding on to my wrist, you dropped me!"

"Are you saying you didn't want me to let go?"

"Well, fuck yes! What part don't you get?"

"You're saying, you wanted me to drag you out of this mansion?"

Draco didn't answer out of pure shock. The expression on Blaise's face was completely unknown to him; he had a gleeful, mischievous grin spread across his face. Within a blink of an eye he had reached out for Draco's collar, dragged him up on his feet and slapped him. This action left Draco blinking out in the air for another minute. Did Blaise just slapt me?

"For the sake of Merlin, would you please just snap out of this? Go out! Do something! I know you're sulking but for Gods' sake it's driving me insane!"

He wrapped his arms around Draco and pulled him into a tight hug, Draco came enough to his senses to lift his arms and wrap them around the other boy's waist.

"For fuck's sake Draco, it kills me to see you like this", Blaise murmured.

A hint of a smile played on Draco's lips as he heard Blaise's words. His sulking had been unfair to Blaise; even though he hadn't thrown any tantrums – something that would've been expected of him – instead he had socially and mentally withdrawn himself from everything and everyone. Including Blaise, the one he told practically everything to, of course he got worried. Maybe he was even right, Draco looked up and felt a little bit more alive than he had done for a long time.

He took a step back and started waking his way up the stairs. "I'm going to my room to change", he could feel the familiar sneer curve his lip. "A Malfoy doesn't disgrace himself by dressing like this in public."

Blaise didn't say a word.

"Oh, Blaise?"

"Yeah", he said and jerked at the sound of his name. "What?"

"If you ever slap me again I will hex your balls all the way to Siberia."

Blaise frowned as the blonde turned away and disappeared out of his sight. There was no doubt. Draco Malfoy was back.

xXXXx

Harry sighed as the reporter nervously fumbled with his final question. He drew a breath relief when the photographer arrived. And he sighed once more when he realized that the photographer was even worse than the reporter. The camera was shaking so badly in his hands that Harry would be surprised if he actually turned out with a useful picture.

It had been more than two months since he defeated Voldemort and everyone seemed to meet him with a mixture of fear and respect, which included some people who had been good friends with him before the war such as Seamus, Dean, and even Neville. It was getting more and more annoying as the days went by. But at least all the action had given him something else to think about instead of…

"Mr Potter, if I may add one final question?" the little man had a squeaky voice and Harry simply nodded in return. "Well I would like to know who you are going to bring to the ministers bale?"

He tried to act as if the question didn't affect him at all; he wasn't so sure on weather he succeeded or not. He put on a smile and planted a casual tone. "Oh I would love to tell the girl in question first", he squeezed out a chuckle and the nervous reporter tuned in.

Harry hadn't really thought about who he wanted to take to the ball. He could only think of one person he would want next to his side. But he had already burnt that bridge.

The reporter gave him a courteous nod and walked outside the door before he disappeared.

His departure allowed Harry to relax, he pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose and inhaled a couple of deep breaths. He appreciated to have the time to relax in what had once been Sirius favourite armchair, but he also dreaded how much this quiet piece of mind would give him time to think about Draco.

He knew in the back of his head that what they've had was something that could never be. The golden boy and a former deatheater was a combo that was never meant to be. To break it off with Draco was the right thing to do, even if it felt nothing but wrong. His pondering was interrupted as the clock struck five. He had one hour to pick up Ginny and escort her to their date in London. He never had any time to think, good thing he didn't – it hurt way too much to think.

xXXXx

"Harry I don't think this will work."

"What?" He looked up, surprise painted all over his face. The freckled girl had had a crush on him since she was eleven years old and now she was telling him that it might not work.

"You've changed; I cannot explain it better than that. But it's like I can't reach out to you any more. For God's sake Harry, you've been starring down your plate for an hour without speaking!"

"Oh", he whispered. Ginny's grey eyes had made him think of Draco's. Her eyes seemed so pale compared to his; his were always burning with something. Either it was fury or hatred or love and passion. Ginny's were so dull in comparison. He hadn't even noticed how the time flew by. Was she right? Well of course she was. His obsession with Draco had only grown stronger since he had left him. "I'm sorry", he mumbled.

She sighed. "Don't be. "You've always been far away from me, but I always thought it was because of Voldemort and the war and I believed it would all change as soon as it was all over. Instead you seem to have drifted even further away. It makes me wonder if you ever thought of me in this way at all?"

"I…" I love Draco, he wanted to say but the words never came. He couldn't breathe as the realisation hit him: he still loved Draco. Despite the betrayal, the war, his prejudices and the expectations the world had laid out in front of him. Yes, he still loved the bloody git. The thought made him gasp aloud.

"I think we should end this", her voice sounded muffled in Harry's ears, he only nodded in response not quite capable of doing anything else.

She stood up and walked away leaving Harry numb by the dinner table. What should he do now?

xXXXx

Dear Mr. Malfoy

You've been invited to attend at the celebration of the new Wizard World…

"You should go." Blaise stated with a casual voice and flipped a page on his papper.

"Hell no!" Draco snapped.

"Why not?" Blaise still went with the casual tone, he didn't even bother to look up from the Daily Prophet.

"Because he will be there." Draco was starting to get tired of how of Blaise insisted on pairing him back together with Harry. Couldn't he just be pleased with managing to get Draco out in the real world?

"All the more reason to go." Apparently not.

Blaise sounded way too cheerful for Draco's taste. "Blaise…"

A grin played on Blaise's lips. "All I'm saying is that you can't win him back if you don't go after him."

Draco chocked. "He made it pretty damn clear that he wants nothing to do with me."

"You're a Slytherin my friend", Blaise wrapped an arm around Draco's shoulders. "Be a sly little fuck and win him back."

Oh this was way too cheerful for Draco. He didn't want to manipulate Harry; he wanted him to love him by his own will. He was scared of what he might see in Harry's eyes if they ever met. He knew it would never be the same.

"You should go."

"I should, shouldn't I?"

Blaise nodded.

xXXXx

Oh well this was just stupid, why had he come here in the first place? He should have known that the invitation was nothing but an empty gesture. The ministry had sent him the invitation because he still wore the Malfoy name and hadn't been convicted for his former actions, but he was obviously not desired at this bale and it was perfectly stated by malicious glares and frosty greetings. It was a silent scream of how they would all have been much better of if he had declined the invitation. Hell I would have been better of if I had declined the invitation, he sighed. But it was too late for regrets now, so he held his head high as he walked into what appeared to be a great bale room (magic can do wonders). He heard the sound of soft violins playing, accompanied by delighted chatting voices.

He wasn't supposed to be here at all. Even though he was slightly bothered by the cold welcoming and dry greetings, the only thing that truly bothered him was the absence of a certain green eyed gentleman.

Where the fuck is he?

xXXXx

Harry tried to control his breathing. Why had he come? Wasn't this over? I didn't know you were so eager to end it. Harry ignored the silly little voice in his head; the incompetence over deciding what to do with his feelings towards Draco Malfoy was killing him. He shouldn't be feeling the way he did, like the light of his own life had just walked in through those doors.

The blonde man looked as handsome as ever. It took a great inner strength not to cross the bale room and pin the git up against the wall and…

"Hey! What are you doing behind this plant?"

"Err..." he scrambled his brain for some sense making words but Hermione only rolled her eyes instead of waiting for an answer and dragged him out on the dance floor.

"Where did this dance floor come from?" He could swear that people had been mingling a second ago.

"Oh for Merlin's sake Harry, have you ever heard of magic?" She rolled her eyes at him.

He smiled sheepishly at her remark.

A pair of grey eyes met his. The weak smirk underneath sent an electric shock down his arousal. Why was he smiling? Oh god, don't ever let him stop smiling. He shivered as Draco walked towards him. They eyes were locked towards each other when a wave of Draco's hand indicated that Harry should follow him out on the terrace. He tried to calm down his heart that apparently needed no more encouragement to race to the tops. He mumbled his excuses towards Hermione and moved, not sure on what Draco wanted, fuck he wasn't even sure on what he wanted. Hmm… hoe about snogging him senseless? Oh well that was a good idea indeed.

The night breeze was cold and refreshing; the crowded bale room was starting to get heated and uncomfortable already.

"Hi." Soft like velvet silk… and shy?

Harry turned his head and the dizziness emerged as he looked into Draco's eyes. Oh this was not good. He would have to get out of here as soon as possible or he would soon attack Draco and do some very unspeakable actions towards the other man. He swallowed a lump in his throat before he answered.

"Hello."

xXXXx

The moonlight was a very seductive light Draco decided as he saw how the silver white light swam in a pool of emerald green. He tried to smile confident despite the butterflies in his stomach. He couldn't believe he was so close to Harry once again. And there was no disgust in Harry's eyes has he had expected. He seemed a bit confused and marvelled at being so close to Draco. Could it be…? No of course he wasn't interested in giving Draco a go, but still, Draco couldn't help that he hoped for it more than anything in the world.

He felt a wave of electricity pulse between them. He was expecting sparkles when Harry raised his arm and wrapped it around him. The touch made him quiver and he couldn't do anything but to lean into Harry's embrace. The puzzle was complete; he didn't know he had missed him this much. As if a part of himself had finally reconnected with his heart. He sighed happily and when he leaned in to kiss those lips. It was even better than his memories.

"Harry I…"

I'm so sorry Dra…"

They didn't even bother to finish the sentences, there was nothing left to say that their actions hadn't made clear yet Draco felt that he needed to here some words aloud. And he thought Harry should here some things as well. He broke off the kiss and placed a firm palm on Harry's chest pushing him away.

"This is too quick", he gasped. And it truly was. This was what he desired for so long, but not if he was going to be a silly toy and then be quickly tossed aside. "I need to know what you want from me."

Harry trembled as he answered. The blush on his cheek grew stronger as he answered. "I want you. All of you! I was an idiot to let you go and will never commit a mistake like that again. Damn it Draco, I've missed you so much that I've barely been functioning out in the real world. I need you Draco. Please forgive me." His voice was hoarse and his words tripping over eachother, and eyes glowing like a Bengal fire. This was what he wanted to hear and he crashed his lips against Harry's.

"I love you."

"I love you to."

No need to say goodbye

- The end -

A.N: I wan't to thank those of you who have read this and commented. Really your comments have made my days. And I'm so sorry for taking forever with uploading this chapter. I have done my best not to give this a too cheesy ending. I'm afraid I failed miserably. Oh well... what is done is done. ~shy smile~

Thank you for putting up with me.