I finally have a chance to type again! And 3 glorious days to laugh at my boyfriend because he has to test in school! God I love being a senior. Lol. Sadly thought, this is the last chapter to this story. Though there will be other stories!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, though I really wish I did…..

Chapter 8: I Love You

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Harry walked down the hallway, heading towards the library. Paintings fell silent as he walked by, it was beginning to become eerie. His last class, Adv. DADA, had just ended.

Suddenly the raven-haired boy was grabbed from behind and thrown up against the wall with much force.

"Mmm…." Draco's body was pressed against his own.

"Damn it!" Harry yelled, "I think you broke my spine!"

Draco smirked as he pinned the former Gryffindor up on the wall.

"I was just watching you walk and….got a little excited," Draco kissed Harry, licking his bottom lip and begged for entrance.

Harry granted it to the blonde and they fought for control of this kiss. Neither wanted to give in. Harry suddenly pulled away.

"We're in the middle of a well traveled hall, everyone will see us!" Harry exclaimed.

He tried to push the blonde from him, but he wouldn't budge. A simple pout stuck oh his face.

"Bad potions master." Harry laughed.

Draco finally pulled away from Harry.

"I like that one." Draco was already thinking of the next time he and Harry had sex.

Both boys simply laughed.

Harry and Draco slept together that night, but nothing more than innocent kissing took place. Harry awoke the next morning, feeling rather damp. He finally jumped up.

'Someone peed in the bed,' Harry thought.

He laughed, knowing it wasn't him. Harry thought about how he would laugh at Draco for going to the restroom in the bed. He pulled the covers away from himself and his breath faultered.

Blood. It soaked the entire bed. Harry was covered in it as well, though, he felt no wound. In fear, he turned the blonde over quickly. He gasped loudly. The blonde looked as if he had been stabbed repeatedly and bled to death. Harry had no clue as to how he slept through such a massacre.

"What a wonderful thing to wake up to in the morning, eh?" A cooing voice could be heard from the corner of the room.

Harry quickly looked up to see a black boy slouching in a chair, his hands formed a steeple, covering his nose and mouth, not hiding his sly smile.

"Zabini? You killed Draco?" Harry growled, his heart began to race with furry.

"I hope you enjoyed you're last fuck from that gay traitor," Zabini laughed.

Harry hugged the lifeless body, not wanting to believe that it was true. The last person he loved, was dead.

"He asked that I didn't kill you, though," Zabini added, "So, I decided to wait until you woke, so you could fight back. How pleased the Dark Lord would be for killing a traitor and the Chosen One."

Zabini licked his lips and stood.

"You've screwed with the wrong wizard." Harry growled, still clutching the hollow shell he once called a lover.

Harry disappeared. Zabini drew his wand and looked around, completely on guard.

"Crucio!" Harry appeared in front of the boy.

Zabini twitched on the ground in pain.

"Crucio!" Harry yelled again.

Harry was so overwhelmed with furry, he couldn't see straight. He could see only red and Zabini.

"You killed the last person that loved me," Harry kicked the black boy in the stomach.

Zabini rolled over and his face formed a smirk.

"That sounds like a personal problem," He laughed breathlessly, "He was a traitor, and you deserve to be miserable."

Zabini cried out as small cuts appeared on his body, similar to paper cuts. Harry had done something similar when his Aunt Marge insulted his parents right before his 3rd year. Only, she had swollen to an immense size and floated away.

Harry shook in sheer rage. A nearby nightstand transfigured itself into a wolf. It leered hungrily at Zabini. The beast pounced on him. He screamed as it tore into his flesh, spraying blood. He struggled, trying to get up off the ground, but it felt as if he were bound by thousands of ropes.

Harry watched grimly as Zabini was eaten alive. All that was left of him were a skeleton with its jar open and blood soaked into the carpet.

He ran to Draco and ran his fingers through the blonde's hair. Tears formed in his eyes as he gripped the body tightly.

"I love you, Draco," he whispered softly and gently brushed their lips together.

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McGonagall knew something was amiss when Draco didn't show up to teach his first class. He was always on time, and would tell the Headmistress if something was wrong and he couldn't make it. The fact that Harry was missing as well made the matter all the more distressing to the Headmistress.

McGonagall entered their study. It was quite, as usual. Nothing seemed to be wrong. She decided to head up to Draco's bedroom first. As she opened the door, she screamed.

Blood stained the floor and a skeleton lay on the ground. Draco lay sideways in his bed, with the covers drawn to his shoulders, as if he were sleeping. Blood dripped down the side of the mattress.

"Draco!" She ran do the blonde and pulled back the covers, letting out another cry.

She put her head down on Draco's and cried. Upon looking up the wall in front of her said 'Nothing'.

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The headlines were covered in Draco's death. Pictures of aurors examining the wall were everywhere. They learned that the skeleton belonged to Blaise Zabini, recently escaped from Azkaban. Even top aurors were puzzled by the nightstand covered in blood, and every drawer contained human remains.

Draco was buried in a quaint family cemetery right next to his mother. It was a tragedy someone this young died, and many attended.

And of Harry? He was found curled in his bed, his eyes closed and a peaceful smile on his face, dead. There was no explanation, no curse could be found. There was not the slightest drop of his own blood on him.

Some say he died of misery, he was finally taken by the curse he carried for his entire life…

But McGongall knew better. The warm smile on his face gave it away. Draco had taken him out of his misery on Earth, to live in eternal peace.

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No flames! I'm sorry I know you didn't see that coming, but there's the twist. And at least it ended happy! Please review! I love all my readers and reviewers to death!

WOOT!