All I've Got

Chapter Five: Going Home

"So where are you going?"

"What?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Draco shrugged. "After today. What are you gonna do? Where are you gonna go?"

"I don't know," Harry sighed. "I'm not going back to the Dursleys for sure. I want to get a job at the Ministry, but it'll take three years before I actually get the job."

"Auror?" Draco asked, looking up at Harry.

"Yeah." Harry smiled. "So what are you doing after today?"

"I don't know," Draco sighed. "Haven't thought about it much."

"How could you not think about it that much?" Harry asked, eyebrows raised.

Draco shrugged. "Harry, we just established that I'm not going to be a Death Eater last night! I haven't decided my whole future in those twenty-four hours!"

"Sorry for asking," Harry muttered, burying his face in Draco's silky hair. He paused. "Hey, Dray?"

"Yeah?"

"Move in with me?" Harry asked nervously.

"What?" Draco whispered, slightly confused. He looked Harry in the eye.

"Move in with me," Harry repeated, smiling. "Please?"

Draco smiled. "Yes." He kissed Harry passionately, wrapping his hands around the taller boy's neck.

**

"Harry?"

"What, Hermione?" Harry snapped without looking up at her.

"You're upset with me?" Hermione asked nervously, leaning against the wall of the boys' dormitory.

"No, Hermione, not at all," Harry hissed sarcastically. "You two only told the whole bloody school that Draco and I are going out!"

"I didn't!" Hermione pleaded. "I tried to stop Ron! He wouldn't listen to me! Please, Harry! Talk to me!"

Harry didn't reply. He put his hands on the lid of his trunk and paused.

"I didn't," Hermione whispered. "I'm sorry."

Harry rounded on her. "Sorry isn't good enough, Hermione!" he shouted, stepping towards her threateningly. Every step he took, she took one back. "By this time tomorrow all of England will know! Did you ever think that maybe I didn't tell anyone for a reason?! Did the thought even cross you that I might have wanted to keep it a secret?!"

"Leave her alone."

Harry turned around to see Ron standing in the doorway.

"She didn't do it," Ron hissed. "She did try to talk me out of it.

Harry growled and turned back to his trunk, slamming the lid shut. He grabbed the handle of it and dragged it off the bed to the door, but Ron didn't move.

"Do you mind?" Harry snarled, his eyes flashing. "I don't want to be late for the train."

"I'm not moving until I get my questions answered," Ron replied calmly.

"Then we're all gonna miss the train."

"That's just too damn bad, isn't it?" Ron growled. "Either you answer, or none of us are going home this summer."

"I don't owe you an explanation," Harry spat. "I don't owe you anything. And I'm not answering any FUCKING questions for you to go to Skeeter with!"

The room was deadly silent. Harry's glare didn't falter. "Are you going to move or not?"

Ron didn't speak. He was frozen in the doorway, leaning against the frame. He searched Harry's eyes, but didn't find anything but anger and hatred.

"Dammit, Ron, what the Hell is your problem?!" Harry shouted, kicking his trunk with rage. "I don't want to talk about it! I'm not going to answer any bloody questions! I just want to get on the train and get back home!"

"Why did you do it?" Ron asked, so quietly that Harry barely heard him. "Why did you pick him over us?"

There was a long silence. Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I didn't," he hissed finally. "I didn't choose anyone. I didn't say that I wanted Draco more than I wanted you. I never said Draco was better than you."

Ron was silent, and Harry sighed again.

"You chose yourself over me. You chose your ego over your best friend," Harry whispered dangerously. "Happy? I answered your bloody question."

Ron stepped away from the door, his face red with rage.

"I never thought you could be such a traitor," Harry hissed, picking his trunk back up.

"I'm not the traitor, Harry," Ron snarled, "because I'm not the one shagging Malfoy."

There was another long, angry silence. Then, before Harry knew what happened, Ron was sprawled on the floor, clutching his stomach. Harry shook his throbbing hand as Hermione let out a terrified scream.

Harry didn't bother to stay. He dragged his trunk into the common room, slamming the door behind him.

He could here Hermione shouting for help. He didn't care. Ron deserved that, and more.

Oh, if Harry did what he wanted to do to Ron at that second, he would be in Azkaban for murder.

Hermione ran out of the dormitory and raced past him, screaming for help. Ron still hadn't gotten up.

**

"Jesus, Harry!" Draco hissed, when Harry showed him his bleeding knuckles. "What, did you get in a fight with a wall?!"

Harry didn't answer. He was still seething for his 'chat' with Ron.

The door of the compartment opened, and Ginny walked in.

"You broke a few ribs, you know," she sighed, without saying hello.

"Well tell him I said sorry I didn't brake more," Harry hissed, slumping back against the wall of the train. "Stupid bastard."

"I don't think he meant for it to happen, Harry," Ginny protested. "I just think he wasn't thinking. He didn't mean for everyone to hear."

"Harry, you broke Weasley's ribs?!" Draco exclaimed. Harry and Ginny nodded. "Bloody Hell, I wish I was there! I could've done a leg or an arm!"

Harry couldn't help but smirk at the comment. Then he frowned, thinking.

"You're okay with this?" Harry asked, looking Ginny over suspiciously. "With Draco and I?"

Ginny shrugged. "I don't care. I don't like Malfoy, but it isn't choice who you date," she sighed. "Can't do anything about it. And you're still Harry, right?"

"Guess I'll always be," Harry sighed. "Merlin! Is there some way of switching lives with someone else?!"

"Not that I know of," Draco smirked. "I wouldn't mind switching with you."

Harry shot Draco a haughty look and buried his head in his hands. "How's Hermione?"

"Pretty upset," Ginny replied, smiling sadly. "She doesn't blame you, though. She knows Ron was being a prick. She asked me to apologize about Ron for her." She rolled her eyes. "I agree with her. I mean, it's none of Ron's business if you're dating Malfoy."

"Well thanks for the recognition," Draco drawled. "You do know that I'm still in the room, don't you? You could at least act like I'm a living breathing human being."

"Sorry I still don't think you deserve to be a living, breathing human being, Malfoy," Ginny shot back, rolling her eyes. "I liked you better as a ferret."

"Would you let it go?" Draco hissed. "It was three bloody years ago! If Harry could get over it, I'd think you all would forget it easily!"

"Oh, right, because you were attacking him," Ginny said sarcastically. "Yeah, we wouldn't be upset at ALL if you turned the Boy Who Lived into a rat! After all, it was him you were attacking, not us..."

"Okay, that's enough, you two," Harry sighed. "Please, I'm really not in the mood to listen to this."

"We can take it back to Ron's seat," Ginny suggested, her face serious, not taking her eyes away from Draco's cold gray eyes. "Just wait until he finds out you were bugging me. He's gonna flip. He should be here in a few minutes, if you have anything to say to him."

With that, Ginny stood up and walked to the door. Harry followed her.

"You were just kidding with the Ron thing, right?" he asked quietly. "I really don't wanna deal with him again today."

Ginny nodded. "He can't even get out of his seat. He's not going anywhere." She looked over Harry's shoulder at Draco, who had pulled out his mirror and was fixing his hair. "Can I kill him?"

"Not right now," Harry replied.

Ginny frowned with disappointment and waved. "'Bye. See you back at Grimmauld Place?"

"Guess so," Harry sighed. "'Bye."

"Grimmauld Place?" Draco asked when Harry closed the door.

"Oh--I forgot to tell you," Harry smiled. "I'm sure you know what Kreacher told your Mum. Well, we go back to the House of Black during summer. That's the Order of the Phoenix headquarters. It's... Sirius's old house."

Draco frowned. "Oh. So are you going straight there?"

Harry nodded. "I have nowhere else to go, except the Dursleys, and I'd rather die than go back there."

"What about moving in together?" Draco asked, confused.

"It's gonna take a while before we find the right place. I'll need a place to stay until then."

"Wanna go looking tomorrow?"

Harry nodded again. "Sure. Have nothing better to do. And I know Ron will be there, so any reason to get out of the house is alright with me."

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