Draco spent the next Half hour picking up bodies and throwing them into the forest behind his house. He came across the place here one who killed Harry once stood.

Harry. Draco couldn't believe he was dead. His crush since he was 15 was now dead. And he wasn't able to profess his love for the boy-who-lived.

Who apparently kept on living.

A groan was heard in the ballroom, making Draco jump and hex a window. He turned around and saw Harry getting up off the floor.

How the fuck did he resurrect from the dead. Draco didn't know, and he was way too confused to process anything.

"What the fuck?" Draco asked out loud. Harry looked up.

"'Lo, Malfoy," he said.

"Don't just 'Lo Malfoy me! How are you alive?!" Draco cried as he ran over.

"Eh. The killing curse doesn't affect me I guess. That and the fact that the guy who threw the curse at me missed by a mile and only grazed the top of my head. It made me pass out." Harry told him. Draco only stared in awe at him. "Where're Ron and Hermione?"

"I...I sent them to complete the horcrux hunt. I was going to take your body to get buried along with my parents, potter. You're lucky that you woke up now," Draco whispered.

Draco was trying to hide his pain behind a mask. But Harry could see how much he was hurting. His parents were dead on the floor only a few feet away from the two of them, along with his aunt which was across the room.

He took Draco in his arms awkwardly at first; Draco had tensed and Harry didn't know what to do. The two of them just sighed and melted into each other's touch after a few seconds.

"I'm sorry about your parents. They were good people." Harry whispered to him.

"At least my mom was," Draco whispered back. Harry nodded and tightened his grip on him.

"What are we going to do now?" Harry asked.

"Well, I sent your friends to get Longbottom. I assumed the prophecy would be passed on to him...could it still work for him now?" Draco asked, tingling from Harry's touch.

"I don't know," Harry told him. "Maybe I should go back."

"Or maybe you shouldn't." Draco interrupted. "Think about it. That death eater that 'killed' you was dragged out of here earlier by others-I hid you and me behind the piano so they wouldn't take you away too-and the news has probably spread that you're dead. Why don't you use it to your advantage?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked confused.

"Well, you could wait until you know where the Dark Lord is, then sneak up on him and kill him. Or you could go to fight when no one expects it-shock everyone and then go for the kill." Draco explained.

"That sounds like a good idea..." Harry mumbled, staring at Draco's lips.

"Now we just have to figure out how to keep you a secret from everyone..."