A/N: Harry tells Draco his secret... Draco gets mad. Silent treatment ensues, and there's a surprise at the end... Hehe. Thanks to reviewers.

Forgiveness

Thick, disgusting, ugly, wretched guilt settled deep in Harry's bones. Days had passed. Meetings with Draco had passed. Harry was in an established relationship with the boy, but guilt ripped at him, chewed him up, spit him back out, every moment of every day, for he still hadn't seen fit to inform Draco that he was the one who had murdered Lucius.

Harry needed someone to talk to, an adult, someone who knew about this sort of thing... Sirius was dead, Dumbledore was dead, his parents were dead... that left Snape or Remus.

Remus was in his office grading papers when Harry knocked at his open door on Friday night. He looked up and smiled. "Harry, come in, please. Would you like tea?"

"Yes, please," Harry said. He nervously took a seat in front of Remus' desk as Remus conjured up tea. He poured two cups of it and handed one to Harry, who didn't drink.

"Is there something you wanted to talk about?" Remus asked gently after a moment.

"Actually, could you close the door?" Harry muttered. With a wave of his wand, Remus closed the door and looked expectantly at Harry. "It's about... Draco Malfoy."

"Did you hear him say something?" Remus asked sharply. "Did he try to attack you?"

"No, no, no!" Harry said. "I—I've been... Well, I've been seeing him..." Harry grimaced inwardly at the look of shock on Remus' face. "Yeah. Except, he doesn't know that I was the one..."

"He doesn't know that it was you that killed his father?" Remus said. Harry flinched at his words.

"Yes. But I... I'm afraid if I tell him then he will hate me. Draco has been the only one who understands... I mean, he listens to me. He is very... comforting." Harry knew his face was bright red with these admissions.

"It seems to me that in a relationship, especially one such as yours, honesty is the best policy."

Harry stared at him for a moment before laughing. "I can't believe you just said that," he said.

"Yes, well, it is a bit clichéd, isn't it? But the point I'm trying to make is, if you don't tell him, he will probably find out one day and then where will you be? If he feels strongly enough for you, he will forgive past mistakes and focus on the present, so long as you tell him soon." Remus fiddled with his teacup. "I had this boyfriend once who lied to me for months about shutting up my pet fwooper in the oven. He said Warbles had gotten himself caught, but... He had really done it. I left him simply because he didn't tell me the truth sooner. You see?"

"You're gay?" Harry asked. "And you had a pet fwooper named Warbles?"

"Nothing wrong with either of those things, Harry," Remus said calmly. "Is there anything else you need?"

"No. Thank you very much, Remy." Harry stood, leaving with a chuckle as Remus repeated loudly, "Remy?!"

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It was never a good sign when one's boyfriend asked to meet in the library. No snogging could be done in the library due to that batty old librarian prowling rows. The only thing the library was good for was studying or talking about serious things, and Draco knew Harry didn't want to study. He strolled down the hallway towards the library calmly, though, despite his nervousness.

Harry was already there, fiddling with a quill at one of the tables in the back. Draco surprised him by wrapping his arms around him from behind and kissing his neck softly. Harry squeaked, and Draco sat down with a smirk.

"Gotcha," he said. Harry nodded. He said nothing else though, and didn't meet Draco's eyes. "Harry," Draco said, eyes softening. "What is wrong?"

"Kiss me," Harry whispered. Draco obeyed, puzzled, kissing him softly, and then pulled back.

"Why--?"

"Because I'm pretty sure it's the last kiss I'll ever get from you," Harry said. "There's something I have to tell you."

"Anything, love," Draco said. He placed his pale hand over Harry's, rubbing Harry's knuckles with a thumb.

"I... I was the one who killed your father. I killed him, and he asked me to tell you that he loved you and I never did, so now I'm telling you. He said, 'please ask Draco to forgive me'. Then he asked for my forgiveness. I forgave him, then I killed him. I never told you because you would hate me more. I'm so sorry, Draco."

Draco was staring at a point over Harry's shoulder, mouth slightly open, his fingers still now. His grey gaze was sharp, but he said nothing, didn't move, didn't blink, for long moments. Then his eyes refocused on Harry's. "You... killed my father." Harry met his eye unblinkingly; he would not look away from his shame.

"I'm not asking for forgiveness," he said. "I just—"

"You killed my father... and he was begging?" Harry nodded slowly. "You killed my begging father and you didn't give his last message to me." Draco finally pulled his hand away and stood up. "Harry... Just stay away from me." He began to walk away.

"Draco, please," Harry whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry won't bring back my family," he said calmly. "How many of my relatives, my father's friends, did you kill? Give me time to think this over, Harry. Goodbye."

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Harry found refuge in his bed. He tried to think of the positives. Draco hadn't reverted to calling him by his surname. That was a good thing. He had said to give him time, which meant that once time had passed, they might have another chance together.

Harry shouldn't have told him. How could he ever have found out? The guilt had only been emboldened by the pain of Draco leaving him. The roaring monster was awake in his chest again, and it was going insane, tearing at Harry's heart, ripping him open and salting the wounds. Harry felt physically sick, and the sobs would no longer come from his raw throat.

He had to see Draco again. How could he give up so easily? He—He loved Draco, and was only just admitting it to himself. He was in love with the boy and he wouldn't give up so easily.

"I'll tell him I love him," he whispered to himself. "I'll spend the rest of my life fixing this." That decided, he got out of bed and left.

It wasn't all that late. Students and teachers still roamed the corridors. The sun was just dying outside, and Harry was reminded strongly of the night he had first kissed Draco; the lighting was the same.

Draco wasn't in the library or the Room of Requirement. He wasn't near the lake or at the Quidditch pitch. Harry could only assume he was cloistered in his dorm. So Harry went to the entrance of the Slytherin common room and sat.

Slytherins jeered at him and shot him suspicious looks and even small curses as they went in and out. Harry used the shield charm and waited.

It was the middle of the night before Draco came out. He stopped upon seeing Harry; his eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing here?" he snapped.

"Draco, please, wait—" Harry got up, but fell over as soon as he did; his legs had fallen asleep. Draco reached down and hauled him up by the robes, steadying him until he could walk. Then Draco startled Harry by rearing back and punching Harry with all his might.

"OW!" Harry said, rubbing his jaw. "I think you broke my jaw!"

"If I had you wouldn't be able to talk," Draco pointed out.

"Since when do you fight like a Muggle?" Harry asked.

"Since I met you," grumbled Draco. He began to walk away. Harry followed. It was in the middle of the darkened entrance hall where Draco turned around and said, "Stop following me."

"Draco, I need to tell you something," Harry said.

"Fine. Then go away."

"Ok. I—I love you. I'm in love with you." Harry didn't meet Draco's eye.

Suddenly Draco moved forward. He lifted Harry chin with a hand so their eyes met. "Really?" he asked softly. Harry nodded. "Well... I'm in love with you, too, Harry." He kissed Harry deeply, his mouth lingering, and then stopped.

"Draco..." Harry traced a hand along Draco's jutting cheekbone, his face full of love.

"I forgive you, Harry." And then Draco pulled out his wand, pointed it at Harry's heart and whispered "Avada Kedavra." Harry fell, the look on his face unchanging, forever in love.

Draco stared at Harry's body for a while before kneeling. He kissed Harry's wild-haired head one last time and then turned his wand on himself and whispered the incantation one more time.

In a flash of green, Draco Malfoy was dead and forever with his enemy, his lover, his Harry.

A/N: This is the end. I know, it's short, but I just felt like I needed to end it here. Had it gone on, I doubt I would've finished it. Anyway, review, tell me what you think. Read my other stories (not Origins or So Right... They're dead.) Yup. It feels weird actually finishing a fic. I'm gonna go now...