The kiss seemed to last forever. Draco's hands found their way into Harry's hair and Harry's hands roamed up and down Draco's small figure.

Draco pulled away, out of breath. His tears had dried onto his face and his hands stopped shaking.

"You already know that I love you more than you could imagine. We're only seventeen, we can still change our lives before it effects us horribly. Draco Lucius Malfoy, be mine. This might not be a fairytale but it's better than nothing," Harry said, resting his forehead against Draco's.

"Would that make me your boyfriend?" Draco asked, grinning.

"It would make you whatever you wanted to be," Harry smiled.

Both boys, neither had a normal life. Neither had a good family but they could chooss to change.

They chose love over fighting. Kindness over malicious actions.

Everyone was waking up in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

And for the first time, Draco was alive.