Title: The Boy Who Kept Falling in Love
Writer: Me; Azkaban91; Rosa.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't know these characters, I didn't create them, they belong to J.K. Rowling. This story is mine though, so don't steal.
Summary: Harry Potter keeps falling for the wrong girls... but maybe it's not a girl he's supposed to fall for.
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, a bunch of people that aren't really interesting.
Author's note: This is my first story in 3 years, so don't be too hard on me.

THE FINAL CHAPTER.

I hadn't expected it to end so soon after it took me so long to post the previous chapter, but so be it.

I'm not 100% happy with the ending, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. (:

Draco was walking down the hallway. He was still feeling miserable. How could he have let it come this far? He should've never gotten involved with the Gryffindor. Should've never gone to that party and gotten drunk.

Suddenly a pair of strong hands grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him into a dark corridor.

"What the..." Draco started, but was shushed by an unknown finger, pressing softly against his lips. He couldn't see who it was, but he knew there weren't many options. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, and it took a few seconds before his guess turned out to be true.

"Harry?" He sighed. "I mean, what do you want, Potter?" He sneered, quickly trying to get back into character. He was not about to let the other boy see his vulnerability.

"I just... I..." Harry started, but he was at a loss for words. Instead he just looked at the blonde, admiring the way his grey eyes showed so many emotions that he didn't want anyone to see.

"What...?" Draco asked, a little selfconcious.

Harry just shook his head.

"Fuck it." He muttered and pushed his lips onto the blonde's. Draco gasped, and Harry immediatly took advantage of the parted lips. The Gryffindor shoved his body into Draco's eliciting a moan.

Even though it had happened before, this felt so much better. So much more intense, now that Harry realised what all these feelings really meant.

But it soon ended when Draco came to his senses and pushed the other boy away. He stared at Harry for a few seconds, paralyzed with shock, before he ran off.

Harry groaned. Fuck. How could he have forced himself onto the blonde? He was stupid to think it would all work out so easily. Maybe Draco wasn't even really interested in him... Maybe it was some sick kind of Slytherin prank from him and Blaise.

Harry's face contorted, he felt sick.

Slowly and depressed he made his way back to his room. This was going to be another one of those days where he would just lock himself in the dormroom and drink himself into a stupor.

He entered the Gryffindor common room, ignoring everyone and making his way upstairs. He was already reaching for the door, when he realised something was wrong.

Confused he turned around to see Hermione and Ron standing behind him.

"We locked it." Ron simply said. Harry tried to open the door anyway but found it indeed locked.

"What... why?" He asked surprised.

"We're not letting you drink yourself in a coma!" Hermione said sternly.

"What?" Harry shouted, he felt immensly betrayed. "Alohomora." He tried, but it didn't work.

"Harry, just listen to us." Hermione continued. "You can't do this to yourself."

"The hell I can!" Harry shouted.

"Please, just talk to us." She pleaded.

Harry shook his head.

"Fuck this. If you won't let me in my room, fine, I'll leave."

Harry walked through the corridors, not really knowing where he was going. He was glad his friends hadn't decided to follow him. He was mad at them. So what if he wanted to drink once in a while? Why couldn't he? It honestly wasn't that bad. Okay, so maybe he had gotten drunk a bit more often than the other guys, but why did that matter? His life wasn't always as easy as that of others. He just needed to forget once in a while. It wasn't all that bad. Hermione and Ron were exaggerating.

He made his way towards the kitchen and snuck out some butterbeer. It wasn't near enough to make him drunk. Maybe if he was lucky he could get a bit tipsy. But atleast it gave him something to release some stress.

He searched the corridors for a place to sit and drink his butterbeer, but all the classrooms were locked. Eventually he just slipped into the bathroom and sat down on the ground.

He was only halfway his first butterbeer when he started to think about what he was doing here. He had actually gotten mad at his friends for trying to help him. Ran away to drink. God, this was horrible. Alcohol wasn't all that bad, but when had it become his main source of stress relieve? This wasn't right.

Frustrated he threw the bottle against the wall and watched it shatter.

Harry growled as he hit his head against the wall. What the fuck was wrong with him?

"Fuck-" The Gryffindor's head hit the wall. "-ing..." And again. "I-di-ot" And three more times. First he had tried to force himself onto Malfoy of all people. And then he had wanted to get drunk to forget, and eventually he had even pissed of his friends that only wanted the best for him. He felt so ashamed of himself.

Out of pure frustration he banged his head against the wall once more.

"Potter!" A horrified shout made him realize he wasn't alone anymore.
"What are you doing? You're going to give yourself a concussion!" The other boy continued.

Harry groaned as he realized who this person was. Draco kneeled down next to him and held his shoulders, trying to refrain him from splitting his head open.

"I don't care." He muttered, refusing to look up. "I screwed up everything. I practically raped you and I turned into an alcoholic."

Draco stayed silent.

"I'm sorry." Harry said. "I don't know what I was thinking. Well, no, I do. It's just that Blaise said you liked me, and well, I like you too. So I thought I could just do whatever I wanted. Because I'm Harry freaking Potter and all that. And I just thought that maybe this time luck was on my side, but I guess I pushed it too far. I'm sorry."

The blonde let the words wash over him as he sat down next to Harry. He still didn't say anything.

When it stayed silent for a while, Harry spoke again.

"I'm going to go apologize to Ron and Hermione." Harry sighed, and started to get up.

He was almost at the door when the other boy spoke.

"He was right." He said, barely audible.

Confused, Harry turned around.

"What?"

"He was right." Draco repeated, harder this time. "Blaise was right."

Harry made his way to the wall.

"Blaise was right?" He asked. "You mean..." He hardly dared to ask it, but he had to. "You... you like me?"

Draco looked down at his lap, biting his lip. Harry bend down and took the other boy's head in his hand, forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Do you?"

Draco still didn't answer, but his eyes, once again so full of emotion, betrayed everything.

Harry's thumb softly stroked the other boy's cheek. He kept looking in those grey eyes as he inched forward. He smiled slightly before he pressed his lips on the other's. Slowly massaging them until he felt a reply. Draco's lips moved back into Harry's. It was a sweet kiss, neither of them forcing the other to go any further.

Suddenly Harry was pushed away and he fell backwards.

Draco looked horrfied as he slowly touched his kiss-swollen lips.

"No. This is wrong!" The blonde groaned.

"Draco... " Harry said softly as he got up. He felt a little guilty for forcing himself onto the other boy once again.

"No! Fuck." Draco muttered, pulling his knees up to his chest and burrying his head in them.

"I'm so sorry... " Harry muttered, but he was getting confused.

"It's not that, it's just... God, this is so wrong! We... we can't..." The blonde choked, on the verge of tears.

"It's not wrong, Draco." Harry reassured him, carefully placing a hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Yes it is." The Slytherin insisted

"No it's not. Why would this be wrong?"

"Because... we're both guys. And you are... you know... and I am..." He rambled

"That doesn't matter. Really, if you reall want this as much as I do, we can try." Harry said.

"Of course I want it, but it's just not right... I-I... " Draco started but broke down crying.

Harry silently wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer, letting the blonde bury his head in Harry's neck as Draco cried.

When after a while his tears dried, he sniffed.

"I want this." He whispered. "I really do. But we... we just..."

"What if we just try?" Harry said softly and Draco looked at him confused but hopeful.

"If it doesn't work out we can always stop. No one has to know. We can keep this between us." Harry continued. It made his heart ache, when he thought that this could end up not working at all, but he needed to at least try.

"I-I don't know" Draco said, not really sure of himself. "I want to... but... I'm scared." He winced, admitting this was hard. He never admitted his weaknesses, but maybe it was time for a first.

"No one has to know." Harry said.

Draco closed his eyes for a second. All kinds of different thoughts raced through his head, but he couldn't deny that he wanted to try this. Really, he didn't have much to lose. They could just sneak around. He had his own room, so no one would know if Harry were to come over. They could have quick secret make out sessions in broom closets.

A small smile played on Draco's lips.

"Do you want to try?" Harry whispered hopefully.

"I think I would like to, yes." Draco answered.

Harry grinned and pulled the other boy closer. "Thank you."

Draco smiled as well and burried his head in Harry's neck.

~*THE END*~

So, what do you think? ^^

BTW: Did you notice the little joke? :]