All I've Got

All I've Got

Chapter One: The (First) Fight

Draco licked his lips as he entered the broom closet. It had been three weeks since their last meeting, and it was too long. Draco felt that he couldn't keep going if he didn't have Harry, and that was the biggest problem for him.

In two days they would graduate--going their separate ways. Draco would most likely become a Death Eater, and... what would Harry do? Save the world? Fight against Draco? Possibly kill him?

It was a miracle the relationship worked. They fought about everything--which is what brought them together. It was an oddly Slytherin, sex-based relationship, and yet Harry stayed. He hadn't even tried to talk Draco into something even the tiniest bit more serious. The Gryffindor was okay with the love/hate aspect.

"Malfoy," someone whispered from the darkness, and Draco could almost feel his knees buckle. It had been too long since he'd heard Harry say his name like that...

Harry's lips were on his, and they were pushing boxes out of the way as they backed against the wall. Something sharp pressed against Draco's shoulder blade, but he ignored it. He somewhat liked the pain. After Harry had discovered that, he had started calling Draco his 'kinky little rabbit.' Draco didn't understand why. What was so special about rabbits?

Oh, Draco didn't care, as long as Harry was his.

It was strange, that Draco didn't even care if people found out anymore. He had grown so used to this that it was routine--a routine that he couldn't go without anymore.

Did Harry want people to know? Did he dream about a real relationship with Draco, where they would get along and be friends, even, or did he just think of the hot, sweaty passion that they already shared?

"Oh, Draco," Harry moaned as Draco kissed a tender spot on his neck.

How could he have let his mind wander so far, when he had a sex god right in front of him?

"Draco," Harry moaned louder.

Draco knew what that meant. The only time Harry called him by his first name was when he wanted sex. Badly.

"Missed you, too," Draco whispered, unbuttoning Harry's shirt.

Harry smiled slightly as Draco kissed down his chest to his pants. "What was your excuse this time?" he asked, closing his eyes.

"That they should leave me the hell alone and get a life of their own," Draco shrugged.

"That works," Harry chuckled as Draco undid his trousers. "I just told them that it was getting stuffy in my room, so I wanted to go for a walk."

"Any problems?"

"Hermione's getting kinda suspicious, but she doesn't expect this," Harry sighed as Draco pulled down his boxers. "Oh, God."

Draco smirked as his hands went over Harry's genitals.

***

"Where the hell have you been?" Hermione asked as Harry climbed in through the portrait hole. "It's one o'clock in the morning, Harry! You have another N.E.W.T.s test tomorrow--or shall I say, today!"

"It'll be fine, Hermione," Harry sighed. "Nine hours of sleep with be enough. And I was just out. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is," Ron interjected, fighting back a yawn, "you disappear at least once a week, and we have no idea where you go! We used to be friends, Harry, if you can remember that, but now, we barely even know you! Where do you go? What do you do? Why are you so afraid to tell us?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not afraid to tell you, Ron, I just like to have my privacy! I go on walks, alone, because I need to clear my head once in a while! Why is that so hard to believe?! And you know everything about me that you need to! If you can't accept the fact that I like to be alone once in awhile, instead of being suffocated by all the idiots who think I'm some great god or something, then go get your own life!"

He ran up to his room, slamming the door before him. Seamus and Dean sat bolt upright, but Neville, who slept like a log, continued snoring.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked, getting out of bed. "What happened?"

"Butt out," Harry snapped. "It doesn't concern you!"

Dean made a face. "Sorry, just trying to help. Are you sure you're okay?"

Harry gritted his teeth as he took off his robes. "I'm sure, Dean. Everything's just fine. Just go back to sleep. And leave me alone. Okay?"

As Harry lay down, the door opened again, and he heard Ron walk over to his bed. "Harry, we need to talk."

Harry ignored him.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked. "Why are you so upset? What can I do to help?"

"You can't do anything, Ron," Harry growled. "It's not anything you can help with. I just have to clear my head sometimes. Now go away!"

Ron sighed. "Harry, I'm worried about you. Is--is this about... Sirius? I-is that why you're so upset?"

Harry stayed quiet. He couldn't say no. That would mean one more lie put on the pile.

"We were friends last year," Ron whispered. "We could tell each other anything. You trusted me. I just want to know what happened to that."

"Things change, Ron," Harry muttered, his voice suddenly soft. "People change."

"Yeah, and all I want to know is: what happened to Harry? What happened to my best friend?"

"If you think friendship lasts for that long, through shit like this, you really don't know how life goes," Harry sighed.

"What happened to you? All that's left of you is... Potter."

"Why is that such a popular question?" Harry asked himself.

***

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was shining over the grounds and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was the perfect day for swimming in the lake.

Harry was struck with a pang of guilt as he saw Hermione and Ron make their way out of the common room without him. Why had he been so emotionless? Was Draco wearing off on him that much? He didn't used to act like that.

"Ron, wait!" he called, running up to them. Ron turned around to face him, scowling.

"What d'you want?" Ron asked, as if he were addressing Draco. "I haven't got all day, Harry."

"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I just... I don't know. I was in a perfect mood when I came back from my walk. I guess Malfoy's just wearing off on me. You know, he's just so damn--"

"Annoying, Potter?" Draco hissed.

Harry turned around to see Draco standing there, alone. "What are you doing in this part of the castle, Malfoy?" he asked. "The Slytherin common room is down a few floors."

"I had to talk to you," Draco said, suddenly nervous. "About Potions. You know, we're partners."

"Later, Malfoy," Harry hissed.

"Potter, this is important," Draco said pleadingly. "Please. I need to talk to you now."

"It can wait!" Harry barked. "Tell me later!"

Draco gritted his teeth. "Fine, Potter. After your first class, meet me in the library so we can talk."

That created an image in Harry's head. Why did he want to meet in the library? He knew Draco wasn't that kinky...

"Okay, just go!" Harry hissed. "I'm trying to talk to my friends! Get lost!"

Draco smirked, and walked down the corridor in the direction he came.

"Okay, where were--we?" Harry asked, turning back. Ron and Hermione were gone. "Damn."

He walked slowly down the hallway towards the Great Hall.

Harry was halfway there when a hand grabbed him and pulled him into an empty classroom.

"Malfoy, I told you, later!" he hissed, but he couldn't help himself. He felt through the darkness and found the body.

"Wait, Harry," Draco whispered. "I really want to talk."

"Something's wrong." It was more of a statement than a question.

"No. Nothing's wrong--everything's perfect." Draco sighed and pulled out his wand. "Lumos. That's the problem."

A dim light illuminated the room, and Draco saw the confused expression on Harry's face.

"Now wasn't the best time," Draco muttered. "Look--just go to breakfast. We'll talk tonight."

"What about at the library?" Harry asked.

Draco shook his head. "Too public. I don't want anyone to hear." He smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Potter, I'm not breaking up with you."

**

As Harry entered the Great Hall, he looked around. Ron and Hermione were sitting at the end of the table nearest Harry, with an empty seat.

Hermione spotted him and waved him over. "We saved you a seat," she smiled.

"I accept your apology," Ron sighed tiredly, pointing to the seat next to him. "C'mon, let's eat."

Harry grinned and sat down. "I thought that you'd be really mad at me." Then he frowned slightly, thinking. "Why did you two leave?"

"To talk it over," Ron shrugged. "And we decided--it's okay if you get upset every once in awhile. And we're okay with you disappearing sometimes. You do need some time to clear your head, we understand that."

"Thank you," Harry smiled, picking up a piece of toast.

**

"Eh, Potions," Harry sighed. "God, why does it have to be our third class of the day? Why can't we have it last?"

"Best for last, Harry," Ron said darkly. "You know how much we love Trelawney. Of course, it's our last Potions class of the year. Ever." Ron grinned. "Wow, no more Snape!"

"Except..."

Ron frowned. "Oh yeah, that. Stupid Snape, has to be there, doesn't he?"

Harry sighed and sat down at the desk next to Ron and Hermione. Draco hadn't arrived yet, so he had no one to talk to until then.

"Class beginning," Snape hissed, marching through the doors up to the front of the room. "You shall all be happy to know that you have all scraped by on your N.E.W.T.s." He shot Harry a disdainful look.

"Now, today I will be passing out your final grades, and we will have a quick pop quiz."

Harry looked around. Draco--or any of the Slytherins, for that matter--wasn't there. He raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Potter?"

"Where are the Slytherins?" he asked. "They should know what time Potions is..."

Harry felt pleased with himself. This was their last day before graduation--his last day to push Snape's buttons in front of an audience, and he couldn't pass it up. Dumbledore had specifically said no detentions for the seventh years, and if Snape took away house points, he knew it couldn't been enough to lose them the House Cup. Snape couldn't take five hundred twenty-seven points away in one class because of one person, could he?

"Mr. Potter, please keep your attitude in check today," Snape hissed through gritted teeth. "The Slytherins don't have classes today. They are decorating the Great Hall for the graduation party this evening."

"Why can't we do it?" Ron protested. "We'd be better for it than they would! They're gonna set up a booby trap for us or something!"

"Fifty points!" Snape barked. "Weasley, you know school rules. Whoever volunteers their House first gets to do it." He smirked and turned to the blackboard. "Question one: Longbottom, what potion could slow your blood stream to keep poison out of your system for longer?"

Harry tuned out after that. He had forgotten about the graduation party that night. And he didn't have a date.

Of course, Draco would probably be upset to see Parvati or Lavender hanging on his arm.

But Draco was sure to have a date. Harry knew damn well that 'Malfoys don't go to parties alone,' as Draco told him only every time there was a dance or celebration since they began their relationship.

Who would he be taking? Parkinson? Bullstrode?

Harry shuddered at the thought. He just couldn't imagine Draco caught behind a statue, snogging the porky Slytherin girl, Millicent Bullstrode. It wasn't his style.

And Parkinson was far from Draco's type, also. Her pug-like, ugly face was bad enough--Harry hated to see her smirking or laughing, which she was sure to do if she had Draco's arm.