AN: Okay so I wrote this a couple of weeks ago and to be honest it was extremely hard to write and you'll see why. Anyways here and is and I personally love this story.

****And for anyone who didn't understand the whole Seeker and Snitch thing: It's saying that Draco is like the snitch, hard to catch if you don't know what you're doing. And Harry is the Seeker. He can catch the snitch even though it's hard. It's saying that Harry captured Draco's heart even though it's nearly impossible. ***

Disclaimer: P.S. These characters are not mine.

Draco laid with his head resting on Harry's chest as they laid by the lake. Harry's right arm was wrapped around Draco, holding him close. The dark-haired boy's eyes were closed and his breathing was calm. He was content. After finally coming out they had no peace. Constantly harassed by anyone who thought their relationship was wrong.

"Seeker?"

Harry opened his eyes and looked down into the grey eyes that he loved so much.

"Yeah, Dray?"

"Do you regret it?"

Harry sat up quickly. Draco ended up on the ground completely. Harry's eyes burned holes in Draco's the side of his boyfriend's head.

"Look at me, Draco."

The blonde slowly his eyes and met them with the emerald green ones of Harry Potter.

"How can you ask me that? I love not having to hide our relationship."

Draco looked down at their entwined hands.

"But…what about everyone else?"

A came under Draco's chin and gently raised it so he could lock eyes with his green-eyed lover.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you listen to me. I don't give a bloody hell what anyone else thinks. All I care about is you. No one else matters more than you. They never will. I could never regret anything that led me to you. And if I could take all the judgmental idiots away, I would. But I can't. I'll take all the hate they can give me. As long as I have you then I'm okay. How many times do I have to say that I love you before you truly believe me.? I. Love. You."

Draco sighed heavily.

"I know you love me. I do. It's just…it's like the entire world is against us."

Harry smiled sadly.

"You have to stand for what you believe in."

"Even if you're standing alone."

Draco finished. Harry smiled.

"Exactly. It's us against the world."

Draco squeezed Harry's hand.

"Yeah. We better get going. Almost curfew."

"I'll walk you back, yeah?"

Draco nodded, a smile creeping onto his face.

The two boys reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room with ten minutes to spare. Harry smiled and pulled his Slytherin against his chest.

"Goodnight, Snitch."

Draco smiled into Harry's neck.

"G'night, Seeker. I love you."

"I love you too."

Harry whispered. He let go and waited for the blonde to enter the portrait before heading back in the other direction, towards Gryffindor Tower. He was half-way there when he heard his name.

"POTTER."

Harry turned his head to see a group of seventh year boys heading towards him. They were from both Slytherin and Gryffindor house. Harry turned and kept walking.

"Hey Potter, I'm talking to you, you fag."

Harry stopped, his hands curled into fists at his side. He spun and glared at the boys with fire in his emerald eyes. The Slytherins and Gryffindors surrounded Harry. Every single one of them had a look of disgust on their faces.

"Fag."

"Pansy."

"Poof."

"Fairie."

Harry gritted his teeth. Ron Weasley stepped forward.

"You're a no good fag, Potter. You deserve to die."

He seethed. Harry remained straight faced but in the inside he was itching to let his temper go. Blaise stepped up .

"Then we'll give him what he deserves."

Ron landed an unexpected punch to Harry's kidney. He doubled over in pain and Blaise then hit him with a strong punch to the temple. Harry hit the floor and was immediately attacked with kicks to his entire body. He curled into himself in attempt to keep himself alive. He opened his eyes and looked up at his attackers and the last thing he saw before he was enveloped in darkness was Ron's foot coming towards his head.

Draco sat in the Great Hall at the end of the Slytherin table all alone. He looked over at his boyfriend's usual spot and found it empty. His eyebrows furrowed. Harry was almost always there before him. He always met him at the Great Hall entrance. He wasn't there today.

Draco pushed the food around his plate. A large shadow cast over him and he looked up at Professor Dumbledore.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'm afraid I have some bad news."

Draco was immediately filled with dread. Harry. It had to be Harry.

"W-what?"

Dumbledore looked remorseful.

"It's Harry."

Tears rushed to his eyes but he held them back.

"What's wrong?"

"Harry was found beaten last night. He seemed to be coming back from the Slytherin's direction. He had almost reached Gryffindor Tower."

"D-do you know who did it? Is it bad?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"Several boys were caught. Harry doesn't look good."

Draco turned to look at the rest of the Great Hall.

"Are you all bloody fucking happy now? You're not satisfied until you damage someone, huh? You all deserve what comes to you. You beat Harry-Harry bloody fucking Potter-and now he probably damn close to death because of you. I hope you're fucking happy with yourselves."

Draco turned and left the Great Hall sitting in silence.

Draco entered the Hospital Wing and saw Harry laying on one of the beds. He had tons of wires and needles all over. He walked over and took the other boy's pale hand in his own. This skin shouldn't be so white. It wasn't healthy. A tube was coming from Harry's mouth and potions were being pumped into his veins. This shouldn't have been happening. Not to Harry. It wasn't fair. Draco pulled a chair over next to the bed and grabbed his boyfriend's hand in his own again. His head was resting on their entwined hands.

'I'm so sorry. This is entirely my fault, Seeker."

Tears burned in his eyes and he slowly let them fall. A single tear ran from his eye and down his cheek onto Harry's hand.

"Mr. Malfoy."

Draco's head shot up as he heard Madame Pomfrey's voice. Pomfrey looked at the blonde Malfoy. His eyes were red from his tears and he was a disheveled mess.

"Is he going to be okay?"

Pomfrey looked defeated.

"I'm not sure. His injuries were severe. He had four broken ribs, a shattered radius and his leg was broken in three places. Thankfully all of those could be easily healed by magic and potions."

Draco knew that wasn't it.

"But?"

Pomfrey sighed.

"But he did receive several blows to the head. Right now he is in a deep coma. I gave him some potions to help."

"You have no hope, do you?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. I've talked to Dumbledore and we feel it's best to pull the plug."

Draco's fist clenched and his other hand tightened its grip on Harry slightly.

"NO."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy."

"You can't give up on him. I'M not giving up on him. So, what? The war's over now and he's not needed. Well he's never given up on anyone. Even me. I won't let you kill him. He'll wake up. If it's in ten days or ten years, I don't give a bloody fucking hell. I'll be here for him. I'll be waiting."

"I'm sorry."

AN: okay so there you go. Just kidding. Not the end. This was really long as a lone shot and I know it's only 1,000+ words but I kind of want it to be two chapters. So I'll make it two. Next one…I think so. :)