All I've Got

Chapter Two: Graduation Celebration

"So did you find a date?" Harry asked Ron as they both walked down the stairs, wearing their best dress robes.

"Yeah, Hermione and I are going together," Ron sighed.

"You finally got the nerve to ask her?"

Ron frowned. "Yeah, but she thinks we're just going at friends. I guess she has her eye on Terry Boot--for God knows why--and she wants to see if he gets jealous or something. She said that he doesn't have a date."

"Ah, that's gotta hurt," Harry muttered, patting Ron on the back.

"Not as bad as I thought it would, actually," Ron admitted. "I guess I'm just getting used to the fact that she doesn't like me like that. Oh, well. What can I do?" Harry raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. "Did you find a date?"

"Naw," Harry replied coolly. "I figured I'd just go alone. You know--I didn't want to ask a girl to the last dance of school, in case she thought I wanted to--you know--have a serious relationship with her. Not good to get mixed up in something when you're gonna go out and see the world, you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I get it," Ron shrugged. "Of course, I'm thinking the opposite. I want Hermione to be in my life after school."

Harry grinned. "She might be. You never know."

Ron looked at his watch. "Time to go."

"What about Hermione?" Harry asked. "Aren't we gonna wait for her?"

Ron shook his head. "We're meeting in the Great Hall." He walked toward the portrait hole. "Let's go see what the Slytherins planned for us this time."

Harry deeply wanted to comment. He knew that Draco wouldn't do anything to him except insult him, as a part of their little game. He wouldn't try to hurt him anymore.

"Harry, what are you thinking about?" Ron asked, seeing the glazed look in Harry's eyes.

"Malfoy," Harry responded, shaking his head. "Just wondering what he did tonight. And if we can get a picture of him snogging Bullstrode." He smirked.

Ron grinned. "If only I brought my camera along."

When they entered the Great Hall, Harry's eyes flickered over the crowd. He spotted Draco at a table near them, sitting alone with his butterbeer.

Ron snorted as he followed Harry's eyes. "Malfoy doesn't have a date? What, Bullstrode and Parkinson got sick of him? Can't blame 'em."

Harry smirked again, mostly out of relief. There was no Parkinson to stand in his way this time; if he wanted to talk to Draco, he could.

Draco spotted him and sneered. "Potter, haven't got a date? What, couldn't find a girl who'd go out with someone as pathetic as you?"

"What about you, Malfoy?" Harry shot back. "Parkinson got tired of you? Couldn't give her what she needs?"

"Actually, Parkinson's just getting us some drinks. She'll back in a few minutes." Draco smirked.

Ron glared at Draco. "Malfoy--"

"Ron, don't bother," Harry smiled. "He's not bugging me. It's no big deal."

Draco scowled at hearing that.

"But Harry--" Ron protested, but Harry cut him off again.

"Seven years it enough to get me used to it, Ron," Harry sighed. "It really doesn't bother me. Oh, there's Hermione, come on."

Hermione had appeared in the crowd, smiling at them.

"Crikey! Hermione, you look fabulous!" Ron exclaimed when he saw her.

"You're not bad yourself," Hermione grinned, grabbing his arm. "This is what I'm wearing to graduation tomorrow. Isn't it classy?"

She was wearing a red sleeveless dress that stopped at her knees. It fitted her form perfectly. It had golden lining around the low-cut neck and the slightly upturned hem. Her shoes were red high-heels with straps wrapping around her ankles.

"Classy isn't the word to describe it," Harry smiled when Ron appeared speechless. "You look great."

"Thank you," Hermione sighed. Then she frowned. "I was just thinking... this is going to be the last day we're together. Like this. You know? We're never gonna have this again."

"We'll still be friends, won't we?" Ron asked, concerned, as they walked to a table farther away from Draco. "I mean, I know we'll be going our separate ways, but we'll still talk, right?"

"Of course we will!" Hermione smiled. "But--well, what I mean is... we won't be like this. We'll be distant and... I don't know. Not best friends anymore, I guess."

Harry frowned. "We'll still be best friends, Mione. I mean, we still talk over the summer, don't we? It'll be like that. We'll talk, we'll stay friends."

"But we won't be coming back to the castle after three months," Hermione murmured.

Harry smiled and hugged Hermione and Ron. "C'mon, you two. It's been seven years. I'm not planning on just forgetting our friendship, and I hope you two aren't, either." Ron and Hermione shook their heads. "So let's make a pact. Best friends for life."

Hermione nodded. "Best friends for life," she agreed.

"Best," Ron whispered, smiling again. "Always."

Harry grinned. "Now that that's settled... let's have a good time before we finally leave!" he exclaimed, grabbing a butterbeer off the table. Ron and Hermione did the same.

"Cheers!" Hermione said happily, tapping their glasses together.

"What?" Ron asked, confused. "What does 'cheers' mean?"

Hermione chuckled. "It's a muggle thing. When something good happens, they say 'cheers' and everyone takes a drink."

"I'll never understand muggles," Ron muttered, tossing back a swig of butterbeer.

"You will if you hang out with us after school ends," Harry said after he was done chugging his butterbeer (something he had found great amusement in since their sixth year). "I know that I may be an Auror, but I'm still gonna live like a muggle when I'm around home, with the exception of the occasional Repairing Charm or such."

"Sounds fun," Ron said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "How can you live like that? It's so... boring!"

"Being raised that way helps," Hermione hissed, shooting him a reproachful look. "I'm going to live the same way, Ron. It's the easiest way, since my parents are muggles!"

Ron bit his lip. "Mione, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just still too used to the Magic world to go without it."

Hermione smiled. "I know, Ron. I was just playing around. You need to loosen up!"

They all laughed at that and Harry picked up another bottle of butterbeer.

"Ron, do you want to dance?" Hermione asked after a moment of silence.

"Uh--I don't... I can't...." He looked at Harry, and he shook his head encouragingly. "Okay, but I'll probably step on your feet. I suck at dancing," Ron sighed, taking Hermione's arm.

Harry was alone. Ron and Hermione were dancing (with the occasional 'ow!' from Hermione when Ron stepped on her toes) and Draco was laughing and joking with his group of bratty Slytherin friends (if you could call them that). Things were just as they should have been.

Suddenly, Draco broke apart from his friends and walked towards Harry.

"Potter, left all alone to your thoughts?" Draco asked. "Must not take you long to go through them all."

Harry ignored him and watched as Hermione taught Ron how to waltz.

"Oh, poor little Potty baby's left out of the little group!" Draco sneered. "Can't blame them. Looks like the Weasel and the mudblood finally realized how boring you are. Maybe they'll get real friends now."

Something inside Harry snapped. It had been seven long years, and Harry still couldn't handle Draco calling Hermione a mudblood.

"Better than the likes of yours, Malfoy?" Harry hissed, standing up. He was inches away from Draco's face. "Your little scumbag cronies? Go out with Parkinson and get a free shag once a week? But they're no better than you are. Just Slytherin pieces of shit."

Draco's eyes widened. Harry seemed serious. He must know that Draco was just playing around...

But Harry didn't stop there.

"You know, you think that people like me and Ron are blood traitors. You think we've betrayed nasty little pureblood bitches like you. But we're not the traitors. Because we stand up for what we believe in. We fight for it. If anyone's the blood traitor, it's you."

When Draco was silent, Harry couldn't help but smirk. For the first time Harry could remember, he had gotten to Draco. He'd succeeded in getting under Draco's skin. And he liked that feeling.

But at the same time, the pained expression in Draco's eyes actually hurt Harry. He had turned into a Slytherin, hadn't he? He felt as bad as one at that moment. And the fact that Draco wasn't replying scared him. It made the pain worse.

Finally, Draco took a shuddering breath and whispered, "Meet me in the broom closet in five minutes." Then he turned on his heel and stormed out of the Great Hall.

Ron and Hermione were frozen on the dance floor, staring at Harry.

"What happened?" Ron asked after a moment. "What'd he say?"

Harry shook his head. He could feel his cheeks burning with anger and embarrassment ('half the bloody Great Hall just saw that!' he thought).

Seeing the almost-evil glowering on Harry's face, Ron took a step back. "It couldn't have been that bad. I mean, what about what he said last year?"

Harry made a face. "You still remember that?" he asked, temporarily forgetting his anger. "Blimey, that was a year and a half ago."

"That was the cruelest thing he's ever said to us," Ron shrugged. "How could I forget? That's the one reason I know I'll never get along with him."

Harry frowned, his anger slowly flooding back into him. "I'm just sick of him. This was my last chance to pummel him, I guess..."

Ron grinned. "Wow, I didn't think of that. I wish he would come back in here, I could have a go at him."

Harry froze. 'His last chance'? That wasn't right. It wouldn't be the last time they'd be seeing each other, would it?

Despite his anger, he couldn't help but feel worried. What if it was? What if the only other time Harry got see Draco was when they were facing off? When Harry was supposed to... kill him?

He shuddered. What if Draco became a Death Eater? Nothing could become of this relationship, he already knew that, but what if they become sworn enemies? No excuses, the relationship would have to end one way or another. And Harry knew it had to be tonight.

"Ron, I'm not feeling good," he said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"My stomach. I just fell... kinda sick. I think I'm gonna go to bed." He tried to smile, but failed. "'Night."

"G'night, Harry," Ron said concernedly.

Harry hurried out the Great Hall, clutching his stomach. If he could just feign pain until he was out, Ron would believe it.

As the door swung shut behind him, he smirked and checked his watch. It was one minute until he was supposed to be there.

'It's like taking candy from a baby!' Harry realized as he walked down the corridor toward the entrance hall. 'They don't even suspect anything! Anymore, anyway. But hey, they trust you again, right?'

Harry chuckled to himself. He couldn't believe Ron and Hermione had fallen for the same excuse every week for a year and a half. How thick could they be?

He reached the broom closet and pulled the door open. Automatically, there were lips on his, but this time it was just a quick kiss before Draco pulled away.

"What's up?" Harry asked, pulling out his wand. "Lumos."

A dim light illuminated the room, making Draco look even more beautiful and seductive than ever.

"Harry, we need to talk about something."

Harry knew something was up for three reasons. One: Draco never broke the kiss unless his mouth was otherwise occupied. Two: Draco never called him Harry, not even in a moment of passion. Three: the words 'we need to talk' were the most feared words in the world.

"Wh-what about?" Harry asked nervously.

Suddenly Harry felt a pain in his chest. Was Draco breaking up with him? After this long?

Sure, Harry was thinking about ending the relationship earlier... but he was upset with Draco, and he couldn't help it. But now that he had calmed down, he wasn't sure what to think anymore.

"I--I was wondering..." Draco muttered, looking at the floor. "Well, everything's going fine in this relationship. As I said earlier."

Harry nodded. Draco's nervousness calmed him slightly. Not much made Draco nervous, and a brake-up wouldn't be one of them.

"It just kinda... I don't know, kinda surprised me," Draco sighed, sitting down on a supply box, staring down at his folded hands. "I mean, Gryffindors are supposed to be saints, right? So why weren't you bugged because you were shagging a Slytherin that you hated? Did you want more in the relationship?"

Harry's eyes narrowed as he sat down next to Draco. "I've thought about it, but I knew you wouldn't go for it. What's this about, Dray?"

Draco looked up, his face as red as Ron's hair. Harry barely managed to suppress a snort of laughter.

"I-I guess... I guess I'm saying that--I want more," Draco stuttered.

Harry's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Wh-what?" he asked, completely shocked. "Y-you want to--to date me?"

Draco sighed sadly. "I understand if you don't want to. I don't know what I was thinking. I mean--why would you, Harry Potter, want to date someone as worthless as a Malfoy?"

Harry frowned. This was the first time Draco had even shown any emotion towards Harry except anger and lust. Was he being serious? And what got Harry was, that was the first time Draco had insulted his family name. It wasn't like him to do that. 'He must really mean it,' Harry thought.

Draco took a shuddering breath and stood up. "Well, have a nice life, Harry. See you when I see you."

He turned to leave. Just as he was about to open the door, Harry grabbed his shoulder and spun him around, kissing him gently.

Draco had to hand it to Harry--he was sweet, sensitive, and a sex kitten full of passion. You don't find a man like that often. You don't find anyone like that, really.

Most of their kisses were savage and animal, full of heated passion and desire. But this one was different. There was still a strong desire between them, but there was a gentle, more loving feeling there, too. Draco could get used to this!

Harry pressed his body against Draco and hugged him as the kiss ended. He felt as if he could never let go.

"So that's a yes?" Draco murmured into Harry's soft, unkempt hair.

"You're cute when you're insecure," Harry replied, smiling. "Yes, Dray, I would love to be more than enemies with you."

Draco chuckled. "Well, I could hardly call it enemies..."

"After that fight we just had in the Great Hall, you don't call us enemies?" Harry asked, pulling away just enough for Draco to see his surprised yet amused expression.

"Okay, maybe I don't want to get serious with you," Draco joked.

Harry gasped. "Was that a joke? Out of Draco Malfoy's mouth? And he didn't mean it cruelly? Merlin's Beard, I think he's coming around already!"

"Coming around?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. "What, I was always evil or something?"

"Well, you certainly seemed like it," Harry teased. "But I guess you have a Gryffindor heart buried deep inside that Slytherin façade."

"Whoa, whoa, Gryffindor heart? Do you really think I'm that noble?" Draco asked, not a hint of a smile or smirk on his face.

"I guess we'll see, Dray," Harry sighed. "You know the press will have a field day with this. They just love to make me out to be a selfish bastard."

"The press doesn't have to know," Draco sniggered. "All we have to do is avoid each other tomorrow, and no one will suspect anything."

Harry smiled. Thank God you don't want to be seen in public with a Gryffindor unless you're holding their dead body!"

"Well, it has its perks being a Slytherin," Draco smirked, pressing his lips softly against Harry's.

He ran his tongue over Harry's soft lips and Harry moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth wider, allowing Draco entrance.