The rain steadily pattered against the window, a full moon allowing its light to peacefully wander into the room. A soft sincerity of comfort washed over the two boys completely, lost in each other's embrace warmly. The darkness that surrounded them both was inviting, the nighttime scenery pulling them both into an abyss.

They were in the Gryffindor dorms, appreciating the time alone they are spending together as the others were off visiting family since it was Christmas Break. Harry was offered to come to the Weasley's, but this time he politely declined. He didn't want to miss a moment like this, he wanted to cherish every millisecond.

It was quiet, apart from short breaths and gasps— the sound of their lips coming together for a kiss or the occasional whimper Draco would release because he wanted Harry closer, closer, closer. As if Harry would slip through his fingertips like mere dust. He desperately wanted to feel everything, skin against skin, Harry's warm flesh attached to his own.

It wasn't supposed to end up like this. It really wasn't. Draco wanted happy endings, like always. He was selfish and he knew that. The blond ached to have Harry all to himself, to show others how lucky he was to have the Gryffindor. Draco's heart has never been this full of pure love before; it was quite disgusting at first, to know how much he started to care for Harry.

But he never once tried to stop the spiraling sensation of feeling warmness all over his body whenever Harry placed his lips upon his pale neck. Or the tangling of their hands— tan, calloused fingers intertwining along his own slender ones.

Everything about it was euphoric. All the secretly shared kisses, and whenever Harry said something that was sickeningly charming and sweet, a blush would never fail to paint itself across Draco's pristine cheeks. The intimate moments between them, ranging between possessive sex where Harry wouldn't spare him and marked him everywhere. Bruises and love bites scattered, a dull pain left in Draco's lower back afterward to oh-so gentle sex where Harry would take his precious time on pulling the blond apart piece by precious piece.

That consisted of hand holding, kisses in between moans, and Harry whispering sweet nothings and promises into his ear as Draco felt the stronger boy inside him, everywhere. More than physically.

Draco's skin was unbelievably tender, it was as if Harry touched his skin he instantaneously felt fire erupt inside his veins.

This past week they've both been enjoying their time together with little to no interruptions. They laughed at each other, shared kisses whenever, and had sex multiple times. Even in the Gryffindor common room. Draco never sweated more in his life that night, he was placed in many different positions, letting Harry go animalistic on him. He was laid down, the fireplace adding to the heat, but oh boy was Harry a sight to see.

All on top of him, hair damp from their actions and sticking to his forehead with green eyes searing into his own own with such passion held in a simple stare.

Now, they were calm. Draco was currently blissed out, coming down from such a mind blowing high of an orgasm. Small tears built up in his ducts and they silently strolled down his cheeks, it was tranquil.

His fingers were still tangled with Harry's, being held down into the mattress firmly as the ravenous boy kissed alongside his head, close to the tips of his ear. Draco hummed quietly in satisfaction, legs still profoundly wrapped around Harry's waist.

Draco was undeniably sensitive, after coming twice in a row from nothing but Harry inside of him. Not to mention his heart shattering into millions which added to the sensitivity he was attempting to mask.

Draco shakily pressed his pink tinted lips to Harry's bare shoulder, allowing it to linger before trailing the kisses downwards— to Harry's bicep, to his forearm, and finally to his hand. Still holding it, he lifted it to his mouth, letting his lips cascade over the busted knuckles (from where Harry had gotten a little too angry and punched a mirror). The blond released a shaky sigh, and Harry halted his own actions.

"Are you okay?" Harry's rasped voice came up, slicing through the silence of the room which dragged Draco out of his lost mentality.

A lazy smile swept over Draco's face, pressing another gentle kiss upon Harry's hand as he managed to choke out a quiet, "Yeah."

Draco then proceeded to bury his face within Harry's neck and shoulder, not being okay in the slightest. He was happy, but he wasn't fine. He didn't have to pretend with Harry, not that he had to either way because Harry was quick to pick up on his emotions.

"No you're not," Harry whispered, lifting himself up in order to have a full view of his love's face. The Gryffindor did not frown at the sadness clearly plastered all over Draco's expression. He knew what it was about very well. Instead, he put a soft hand on Draco's slightly wet cheek, his thumb rubbing comfortingly along the tear stained skin.

"How can I be?" Draco whispered, his legs undoing themselves from around Harry's waist and lowered them onto the soft sheets of the bed underneath them. Subconsciously, Draco leaned his head into the palm of his boyfriend, letting the single touch fulfill his senses. "You're- you're-"

Harry didn't allow him to finish, knowing Draco was on the brink of full in tears at any given moment. "I know, I know," he mumbled, leaning back down to kiss the boy's fluttering eyelashes.

Draco seemed to ease at that. A nearly inaudible breath of air exhaled from his lungs and his shoulders relaxed, but he still managed to slip his arms around Harry's naked torso, his hands resting on sharp shoulder blades. He weakly began to pull Harry down closer to him, locking eye contact as he did so; chest against chest.

Draco's lips parted ever so lightly, raising his head an inch to reach Harry's mouth. Lips faltered beneath the brunet's, giving it the tiniest of pecks. That was until Draco's whole mouth was captured within a devoted kiss, tongues and teeth clashed against one another. Almost like Harry was hungry for more, another round where he would probably push Draco against the wall and take him there.

But no, it was only wholesome ecstasy. Trapped in each other's mind, feeling upon bodies to remember every single laid out detail, and the taste of one another. Oh God, Draco never wanted to forget what Harry tasted like. He was bittersweet, an unexplainable taste that rested upon the brunet's tongue.

"I'm going to be okay, you're going to be okay," Harry emphasized, letting his hand run down the soft skin of Draco's thigh, lightly grasping it.

Draco only shook his head, closing his eyes. "How do you know that?" He weakly addressed. He couldn't fathom what he would do if something happened to Harry. He knew Harry was strong and powerful, he was completely sure of that, but what if he did something selflessly stupid? Per usual.

When more silence fell into the room, Draco pulled himself up, out of Harry's warm embrace as laid his back against the wall. He avoided looking into green eyes as Harry sighed out, wriggling out of the disheveled covers to obtain his sweat-pants he discarded on the floor with Draco's clothes. The grey sweats were pulled back up his body, now resting on his hips, not a word to say between them.

A slim, pale finger swiped a stray tear off his face, holding the duvet close to his chest for comfort. "Harry..." he drawled, beckoning for a response.

The other boy didn't say a word back.

"I trust you, I do. I'm just scared."

That's when Harry visibly turned in the corner of Draco's vision, an unreadable expression on his face because it was too dark in the room. He could still feel Harry's worry from his words, Draco didn't need to see.

Another heavy sigh lifted itself off Harry's shoulders, a turmoil building within, a conversation needing to be said, but neither wanted to use words.

Harry was leaving and Draco simply had to come to terms with that. He knew Harry had no other choice, but it frightened him greatly. The blond was aware that he didn't need to worry, to fear like he did— Harry was powerful, strong and perfectly able to look after himself. All the 'what if's' still flooded his mind, all the things that could possibly go wrong.

"I know," came Harry's hauntingly heavy voice, giving solace to Draco's inner self. "I am too."

Draco's lidded eyes were fixated on the outline of the Gryffindor's back, wanting the boy to come back over and hold him, to whisper in his ear that everything was going to be all right.

"Then don't go," the sentence itself was heartbreaking, so terribly timid and the amount of emotion that was held in the tone clearly made Harry's heart wrench.

Draco bundled up the sheets up to his waist and he silently maneuvered his way towards the edge of the mattress, aching for skin contact.

"You know I have to," the usually bold boy said, with much caution to his words. "It won't be long, maybe a month. I just need to find these damned horcruxes."

Draco rested his chin on Harry's shoulder, looking up at him, bottom lip slightly jutted out. "That's too long."

"Yeah..." Harry whispered, letting his head fall down to look down at his lip. "But, the sooner I get this done, the faster I'll be home to you."

The blond allowed a faint smile appear, it quickly disappearing. His hands drifted along Harry's jaw, turning it lovingly towards him. Draco turned his head upwards, his lips hovering over Harry's. "I want you to come back to me as soon as you can."

A small kiss was shared, it felt of shattered glass on the verge of breaking. Draco's hand still cupped the sharpness of Harry's jaw, drawing him closer, deepening every touch once more.

The kiss was fierce on the Gryffindor's end, applying a decent amount of pressure onto Draco's mouth. But, it eased into feathers— dainty.

Draco's back fell back onto the mattress, a sigh escaped and suddenly, without realizing, his fingers were tangled in brunette hair while strong hands gripped his waist, elevating his hips.

"Harry," the Slytherin's voice cracked, awaiting a response to his last said statement.

Amidst heavy kisses, longing and unspoken words, blazing touches with care and safety for one another. The duvet a-strewn, just the two of them basking in the time they still had together.

"I promise I'll come back to you," Harry whispered, barely inaudible, but Draco let it soak into his veins.

A calm breath left his lungs, feeling his mind disconnect from the world around him once more as all his attention focused on Harry above him, green eyes staring into his entire being.

They both felt at home, ready to return to one another when the war ended; which Harry would make sure it would. Every bone in Harry's body was determined to make the war end, to make sure the world was safe — to make sure Draco was.

Draco smiled weakly, yearning for another kiss, which he got a second later. This time, lips were pressed upon his forehead. An act so full of pure love and contentment.

"I promise," Harry repeated for reassurance.

Draco's slim body finally relaxed, no longer tense from the most dreaded future. All he was thinking about was the now and truthful promises. The night couldn't have gifted them a better goodbye.