a/n: Harry Potter and anything related does not belong to me (unfortunately)

Rain was pouring outside, the tapping on the windows soothing the two occupants of the room that lay in each other's arms, tangled in sheets. Oblivious to the world outside, they basked in the warmth of the others embrace as the moonlight grazed their features.

"Harry?" asked Draco, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Hmm?"

"What am I to you?"

"You are the person I need more than anything in this world,"

Draco shook his head, "No, I mean am I your boyfriend, your partner…what?"

Harry thought for a while before answering, "You're my kryptonite."

"Your what?" asked a confused Draco.

"Did you ever watch superman?"

"Who?"

"I'll take that as a no, well he was this guy with powers, like super strength and he could run really fast and other stuff, kryptonite was this stone that made him really weak."

Draco sat up, looking hurt, "You think I make you weak?"

Harry laughed lightly, sitting up as well, "No, you are my weakness, the thing I can't resist, and the thing I can't live without."

Draco smiled and snuggled up to Harry, "Oh."

"Does that answer your question?"

Draco nodded, "But I thought you said that kryp-whatever made that super dude weak?"

"Yeah, it was his weakness but in a bad way because it was a danger to him, you're my weakness in a good way – an extremely good way."

Draco seemed satisfied with this answer and lay back down on the bed, "So why did kryptonite make superman weak?"

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, pulling him closer, "I can't remember, I just remember that it made him weak, oh and that he wore a red and blue lycra suit."

"Sounds like a bit of a freak to me."

Harry nodded in silent agreement and the peaceful silence enveloped them again, as they listened to the rain. They were about to fall asleep when Draco quietly whispered,

"I like being your kryptonite."