Semper In Pectore Meo - Drarry (Sequel to "Small Accidents, New Beginnings")

Chapter IV - I Can't Do This

Harry's POV

I stood there, taken aback from what had just happened, as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

I didn't know why Draco had wanted to go back to the Malfoy Manor, but no reason was good enough for me to let him risk it.

If by not going he'd put himself in danger I'd protect him, he knew I would. 

So why had he acted the way he did?

I sat back on the couch, burying my face on my hands, trying to get myself together.

There's no way I'm going to let him go home, I couldn't do it.

What if my dream had something to do with this?

My eyes widened in fear and I stood up, putting my robes on and rushing out of the door to find Draco.

I can't let him go... I swore I'd protect him...

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Two hours later I still hadn't found Draco, and only then I remembered I had yet to try and use the Marauders map to find him.

I scolded myself for not thinking of it earlier, then ran to my room.

I picked it up from inside my trunk and unfolded it, pointing my wand at it.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." I whispered, and the map started to reveal the castle and everybody in it.

I searched for Draco's name and found it outside the castle, without any other names around it, so I guessed he was alone.

"Mischief Managed."

I folded the map and put it back inside my trunk, before rushing out of the quarters and running outside, almost tripping myself in the way.

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I found Draco laying on the grass under a large tree, and I walked closer to him.

"Go away." I heard him say.

"Draco, please-"

"Go. Away." He repeated and I sighed, sitting next to him.

"I just-"

"Don't! Shut up and go away!" he snapped, sitting up to look at me.

I leaned in, trying to capture his lips on mine to calm him down, but he slapped me, and I felt my eyes tearing up again.

"Stop that! Don't come any closer you prick!"

Don't cry.

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

"It's Malfoy for you." He said as he got up to walk away again, but I grabbed his wrist, preventing him from going, tears falling from my face freely now, and I couldn't stop them no matter my efforts.

He tried to free himself from my grasp, but I was stronger than him.

"Let go of me, Potter!"

Draco's POV

I didn't want him to actually let go, and deep down I wanted him to force me not to go to the Manor, I was terrified of having to face the Dark Lord and his crew.

But I knew I had to find a way I could complete the mission, and, at the time, pushing him away from me seemed like the perfect idea.

"I love you..." he whispered, struggling to keep his voice steady, and tears fell from his face.

It hurts too much to see him like this...

He stood up and before I could say anything else, he grabbed me by the waist and crushed his lips against mine.

I whined in protest and tried to pull away, but after a few moments, I felt myself starting to kiss back.

A few minutes later, I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him away from me softly.

He looked up to me with his puffy and red eyes, showing so much love and begging for me not to walk away again and it broke my heart into a million shreds.

I can't do this.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again, now letting my own tears fall, and I could sense the relief coming from him as he sighed happily.

"I love you too..." I said against his lips, and I felt him smile.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"I need you to let me go home on spring break..." I whispered, and his smile fell.

"Draco-"

"Please, Harry."

"No-"

"Please."

"I-I can't..." He whispered. "Please, don't go..."

"I have to, and there's nothing you can say or do to change my mind..." I told him, and I felt his body trembling in pure fear, and he seemed to be struggling to stop his tears from falling.

I pulled him into a hug and played with his hair with one of my hands.

"I'll be fine... I promise..."

"Y-You can't promise me that... I can't know for sure..." he mumbled against my chest.

"I'll try my best."

"What if that's not enough?" he asked, crying into my chest.

"We'll have to hope it is..." I whispered and kissed the top of his head softly.