Draco's POV
I lay on a moth-bitten, discolored couch in the ROR, my head on Harry's lap as he played with my hair.
"Do you want to tell me why you're crying now?" he asked in a hushed tone.
"I'm not crying," I answered. "I'm merely having an allergic reaction."
"To?" he prompted.
"Life," I sighed as another tear slid down my cheek. I didn't want to tell him that I was crying because my father wanted me to break up with him or else never come home.
He bent down and kissed my forehead. "Well I guess we'll just have to punch life in the face and teach it our own rules." he grinned.
I smiled despite myself and reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck
"I guess we will."
He wiped my cheeks with his thumb and kissed me.
"There," he whispered. "No more tears."
