Notes: First in a three parter, inspired by 'Hero'. The lyrics in this chapter are what Draco would think in terms of Harry. The next chapter will be what Harry would think in terms of Draco. The final chapter being lyrics that apply to the general situation.

"Would you run
and never look back?
Would you cry
if you saw me cry?
And would you save my soul, tonight?

Would you tremble
if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
for the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight"

Enrique Iglesias: "Hero"

Harry sat beneath a tree not far from the Hogwarts gates. He felt it ironic: the (allegedly) safest place to be yet the wrought iron gates sat wide open on their hinges. Picking at blades of grass he stared up at the night sky. He'd been doing this a lot recently; he was craving solitude from the hustle and bustle of the school. The paranoia over the coming battle was being valiantly concealed but even the most naïve of Hufflepuff first years could sense the mass hysteria that threatened to erupt at any moment.

Out here however, he was alone. That wasn't to say he escaped his own thoughts about the Final Battle. Quite the opposite really. Harry had come to terms with the knowledge that he had around a fifteen percent chance of survival and these nights had let him come to terms with the knowledge. He had to do what he had to do. There was no use in him feeling sorry for himself (as he had initially done) over something that couldn't be controlled. However he was still hell bent on proving the odds wrong.

There was another reason for Harry's being here on certain nights. Nights when a burning meant he would be waiting by the gates until it stopped.

The loud 'pop' of a person apparating just outside the castle walls sounded, echoing throughout the stillness of the night.

A dark figure, shrouded in a heavy black cloak, was stopped by barriers of magic at the gates until a few moments later they gave way and allowed access. Beneath the hood of the robes was a mask of porcelain that was pulled off slowly, shrunk with a charm and placed in an inside pocket.

The figure was walking slowly and with seeming difficulty. Harry pulled himself up using his hands against the scratching bark of the tree trunk. He stepped towards the figure who stopped and raised his face. Harry took in a sharp breath and raised his hand to pull down the hood.

Pale blond hair fell from inside, cascading over the face that was tipped downwards. Harry cupped his fingers around a pointed chin and raised the face upwards to inspect the damage. Silver eyes peered out from behind long lashes, a light bruise forming beneath the left one.

"Draco," Harry said slowly, "what did you do to deserve all this?" He asked as he ran a fingertip along a bleeding cut on Draco's cheek.

"Nothing." The blond replied, "The Dark Lord is just tense over the battle and needed to …work out a little frustration." Harry stepped round to Draco's side.

"Are you in a lot of pain?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

"No more so than usual, I don't need carried up to the castle like a helpless princess if that's what you were insinuating?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked back at Harry as he started towards the castle. Draco winced and inhaled sharply as he stepped onto his right ankle.

The sharp breath upset the regular breathing rhythm and he brought an arm round his ribs as he steadied his pattern of inhales and exhales. Harry tutted and strode forward to where Draco was standing.

"Come on princess." He said as he pulled Draco's left arm over his shoulders and hoisted the blond up to support his weight.

"Harry I'm fine stop fussing." Draco whined as he tried to move away to hold his own weight. He found that Harry had him held tightly and was steering them both up the path to the Entrance Hall.

They walked together in a comfortable silence, every so often broken by Draco assuring Harry he could walk by himself and Harry point blank ignoring him. After a few minutes and a lot of moaning the pair ascended the steps into the marble hallway.

Harry walked them towards another staircase that led upwards to the right. Draco pulled on Harry to stop him walking.

"Where are we going?" He asked. "My room's this way." He said, jerking his head towards a staircase that led down to the dungeons. Harry rolled his eyes.

"I know that, but you need checked out in the Hospital Wing." Draco groaned and managed to tug himself away from Harry.

"You know that I can heal myself just as well as Pomfrey could." Harry sighed.

"Yes of course I know that, I just wanted you properly looked over." Draco gave a small smile at the forlorn expression on Harry's downcast face and took a step to close the gap between them.

He cupped his long fingers around Harry's right cheek and placed a light kiss on the side of his mouth.

"I can assure you that I am fine." Harry looked up and scowled.

"You could barely walk!" Draco leaned in and brushed his lips over Harry's cheek.

"The muscle was just cramped, it's loosened up now. I'll heal up my few cuts and probably my ribs and come morning I'll be perfectly healthy. Okay?"

Harry sighed in resolve.

"Fine." Draco nodded once at him before turning and making his way to the stairs. One hand on the descending banister he turned back round to Harry with an eyebrow raised.

"Are always going to wait for an invite?" He asked Harry who bit his bottom lip and nodded.

"Bloody Gryffindors," Draco mumbled before speaking clearer, "Will you come stay the night …again?" He added with a smirk. Harry nodded and made his way over to Draco, bypassing him and going down the stone steps. Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head as he too made his way down the stairs.

By the time he limped his way to the bottom, Harry was already there waiting for him. Draco came up beside and slipped his hand discreetly into Harry's, fingers curving and coming to rest over each other's knuckles.

They walked in silence again, torchlights flickering in the damp of the dungeons as they billowed past. The couple turned down the corridor that lead to the Slytherin common room and dormitories but stopped at a painting of several dragons. Large green ones flew through black storm clouds as smaller red ones duelled on the ground below, firey breath leaving large scorch marks on the grass.

Harry opened his mouth to speak but Draco cut him off swiftly.

"No Draco/dragon jokes! They weren't even funny the first time." He turned to look at Harry who was wearing an expression of complete innocence.

"Would I do such a thing?" The Gryffindor asked sweetly as Draco gave the painting the password (parseltongue) and they stepped inside.

The fire was still burning brightly in the hearth, illuminating the elaborately decorated room in a warm orange glow.

"Harry, you do it every time you come here." Harry huffed indignantly as he slipped his robes off his shoulders. Draco went over to a large mahogany chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of black silk pyjama bottoms, laying them neatly on top of the wood.

"Shouldn't you floo Dumbledore before doing that?" Harry asked, indicating towards the pyjama bottoms with his head.

"There's nothing to tell," Draco stated plainly as he tugged a pair of crimson, cotton pyjama bottoms from his drawer, "I believe these are yours?" He asked before tossing them to Harry and continuing, "Everything for the battle seems pretty much set the same as it was a month ago."

He unfastened the many small, black buttons of his outer robes and shrugged them off his shoulders, folding them neatly over the back of a chair. He heard Harry tugging his own jumper over his head and tossing it unceremoniously to the floor.

Draco wanted to turn round to watch the muscles of Harry's chest moving and contracting as he slipped off his jeans but he knew where that would lead and quite frankly his ribs hurt like hell.

He pulled off his shirt and, unbuttoning his trousers, slid them to the floor. Draco stepped out the pool of fabric and sat it on the chair as well. He heard covers being thrown back and the mattress creaking as Harry lay down.

Draco slipped his boxers off and took his pyjama bottoms from the chest of drawers. The silk slid easily up his long legs and the elastic waistband attached itself haphazardly onto his slender hips. He fumbled around inside his folded robes for his wand and stepped in front of his full-length mirror.

First, he pointed his wand at his ribs. The pale skin covering them was already looking decidedly bruised but the angry purple colour began to fade slowly with his incantation. Draco then put the tip of his wand to the cut on his cheek, which sealed itself easily, then moving his focus to the bruise around his eye which was also easily dealt with. Finally a quick cleaning charm took the dried blood from his face and Draco made his way to the large, four-poster where Harry was already under the covers with his eyes closed.

Draco sat on the mattress and slid his legs beneath the green duvet, pulling it up to his shoulders as he rest his head on the soft pillow. He turned onto his right hand side, facing away from Harry, and let his eyes fall closed.

Draco felt a warm arm snake around his waist, pulling his back against a bare chest as Harry buried his face in the hair at the nape of Draco's neck. The blond sighed as Harry placed light kisses along his shoulder blade.

"Only one week left." He said, mostly to himself. Harry made a noise of agreement from where his face was now pressed against Draco's spine.

"You'd better come back Potter." Draco said in a warning tone, the use of his last name adding the seriousness to the statement. Harry's kisses stopped as he raised himself up onto his elbow.

He placed a hand on Draco's shoulder and rolled the blond carefully onto his back. He wasn't sure what to say. He knew he couldn't guarantee it so he wouldn't lie. He kept his eyes on Draco's as he lowered his head, only closing them at the last moment.

Their mouths met softly, moving lightly against one another. Draco's lips parted at the same time Harry's did, tongues coming together with well-practised synchronicity. Harry threaded his fingers through Draco's soft blond hair as he placed a closing, soft kiss lightly on Draco's bottom lip. He pulled his face up, seeing the expression expression on Draco's face.

Harry had grown accustomed to finding a multitude of emotions in the eyes of a once cold, callous Draco. The silver eyes were scared but there was a flickering of uncharacteristic hope. Harry brought his head down to Draco's ear and placed a kiss on his ear lobes.

"I'll try."

Draco sighed and rolled back onto his side, Harry slipped behind him again and placed another kiss on the blonde's shoulder.

"Good night Harry."

"Night Draco."

Harry's eyes fluttered closed slowly, Draco's chest rising and falling in a steady pattern of sleep beneath his palm. Harry too, drifted off, a quiet whisper of 'I love you' muttered against pale skin.

To be continued...?