Ok, last chapter guys! Its very very fluffy and please excuse the Ron/Hermione-ness at the end, I just felt like it.
Draco was crying silently on Hermione's shoulder when she decided to say something.
"Draco?" He didn't say anything, or lit his head, or make any acknowledgement that he heard her, but she decided to tell him anyway.
"Harry really does love you." Draco kept ignoring her. "It's true. He loves you and-" Hermione was interrupted by two very loud pop's, and Harry and Ron appearing in the middle of the room.
Hermione immediately stood up and took her place next to Ron. Harry and Draco were both staring at each other. Ron and Hermione quickly left the two to talk.
They were still staring at each other, neither wanting to speak first. After two minutes of silence, Harry decided to speak.
"So, Ron wasn't lying then?" Harry asked, eyeing the open and half-full suitcase on his bed. "You really were going to leave." He looked at the ground and stared at his shoes. Draco was still staring at Harry.
"Why?" Harry asked.
"You said you didn't love me. What was I supposed to do?" Harry walked to where Draco was sitting, and stood in front of him.
"I was lying, you know." Draco sniffed and looked at the floor. Harry sighed and kneeled down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say what I said." Harry didn't want to say 'I was trying to make you angry.'
"Harry, I love you." Draco said, not looking at him. Harry was prepared this time.
"I love you." Draco looked at him, his entire face was shining with tears. Harry realised how much he really did love Draco. "I love you, Draco. I love you." Draco was crying as Harry pulled him into a hug.
Draco felt comfortable there. He didn't want to move. But something felt off. Harry didn't smell like Harry.
"Harry?" Draco asked, his face still buried in Harry's neck.
"Yeah?" Harry replied, glad he was back with Draco.
"You don't smell like you. Why don't you smell like you?" Draco asked, pulling back to look at Harry. Harry wondered for a moment, then remembered the guy in the bar. He suddenly got a bit insecure, but soon realised that it wasn't a good idea to lie to Draco anymore.
"This guy in the bar, he tried to, well, he was kind of drunk, and I couldn't get away, and, well, he tried to-"
"What?" Draco asked, suddenly serious. "Harry, did some guy try to… Oh Merlin silver socks! Who the hell was he? I'll kill him. Do you know who he was? Come on! I'll kill-" Harry silenced him with a kiss. He was filled with pride. Draco was really angry that some guy tried to hurt him.
"I'm really sorry Draco." Harry said, losing himself in Draco's neck.
"F-For what?" Draco was becoming a bit distracted by what Harry was doing to his neck.
"These past few months. I really do love you."
"I love you too, Harry. I'm so sorry, I was an absolute git. I love you. A lot. Don't ever leave me." Harry chuckled.
"I promise. Now, I think we should get this cleaned up, then we can go to bed and shag all night." Draco laughed at the last part, but looked around at the mess he had made, slightly ashamed.
"That sounds like a good plan. And I'm sorry, Harry." Draco said, staring at the floor. Harry sighed and noticed a photo-frame, upside-down, surrounded by glass. Harry picked it up and looked at it. His eyes filled with tears.
"You really were going to leave me, weren't you. I wasn't going to see you again." Harry felt his throat constrict, and knew he was about to start crying hysterically. Draco placed his arms around Harry, and pulled the photo from his hands.
"I was." Harry collapsed in tears, only now realising what could have happened. He clutched to Draco as if his life depended on it. It kind of did. He needed Draco. He would die without him.
Draco kissed Harry, but he didn't stop crying. He led Harry to their bed, and pulled him on top of himself. Harry was still silently crying. Draco just let him cry into his shoulder.
"I love y-you, Draco. So, s-so much. Please forgive me. I love you." Harry tightened his grip on Draco's waist.
"Shhhh, Harry. I'll never leave you. Never. I love you." And just like that, their relationship was fixed. Never again did they fight.
Hermione and Ron had their ears pressed to the door of Harry and Draco's bedroom, waiting to see what happened. They couldn't really hear what they were saying, but there wasn't any screaming. When they heard the word 'shag' they decided it was time to go. They reached their doorstep and stopped.
"We're so great." Hermione said with a smile.
"We are." Hermione kissed him and something occurred to Ron.
"Hermione?" He asked.
"Yes, my love?"
"Will you marry me?" Hermione smiled and kissed him.
"It's about time."
And so, we have reached the end, what a lovely journey! Thanks for reading, and you can have some cookies!