12.

                                    

                                          
Harry's POV
                          
He stared at me long and hard before getting up and leaving the room.
                          
I paled at the sharp pain in my chest.
                          
Stop it. You know why I'm doing what I'm doing.
                          
Rather selfish.
                          
WELL EXCUSE ME FOR NOT WANTING THE DARK LORD TO KILL YOU.
                          
...
                          
I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE DRACO.
                          
I'M NOT-
                          
IF HE FINDS OUT THAT YOU AND I ARE DATING HE WILL USE YOU TO GET TO ME.
                          
NO HE-
                          
HE IS.
                          
...
                          
I KNOW HIM. HE INVADES MY MIND DRACO. HE'S A PART OF ME.
                          
...
                          
HAS IT EVER OCCURED TO YOU THAT YOU AREN'T FULLY BONDED TO ME BECAUSE PART OF MY SOUL IS CONNECTED TO VOLDEMORT!?!
                          
I felt a sudden wave of fear and quickly stumbled out of the bed. The pain I was feeling in my chest was absolutely excruciating. It felt like he was dying or suffering or probably both.
                          
Perhaps I should have been lighter. He's going through a lot and I have no idea what it is. I never ask. Which makes me a horrible person by default.
                          
I'm sorry. Come back. Please? W-We'll figure something out so that we can go together. Okay?
                          
"Harry?" Blaise blinked.
                          
Draco came back in with tears streaming down his face before pulling me in for a tight hug.
                          
I wrapped my arms around him tightly before before kissing his cheek. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "I didn't know."
                          
He sniffed but remained silent. 
                          
"I should have asked." I nuzzled his jaw as I pulled him closer.
                          
"What just happened?" Blaise blinked.
                          
"Honestly, you two need to stop talking in your head so much." Hermione sighed.
                          
"Mione can you and Blaise do us a favor?"
                          
"Uh- sure. What's up?"
                          
"I need you guys to go to the Yule Ball with us..."
                          
"Of course." Blaise nodded. "I'll take Draco and you can borrow Princess for the beginning part...and then once everyone gets situated you guys can hang out or somethin'."
                          
Hermione blinked at Blaise. "You're actually nice?"
                          
"No. I'm just an asswipe that smells like baby lotion."
                          
She growled at him. "OH SHOVE IT."
                          
"We just started dating, princess." He kissed her forehead.
                          
Her face turned crimson as she started swatting at his chest frantically. "Stupid."
                          
Draco laughed a little at the bickering pair before resting his chin on my shoulder.
                          
"What have we gotten ourselves into, Potter?" He sighed.
                          
"No idea, Malfoy." I felt him stiffen. "But we'll figure it out together." 
                          
He nodded before ushering me back to my bed. 
                          
"I'm not pregnant Draco. All I did was throw up because I got twirled too fast." I grumbled.
                          
"Do you want me to treat you like you are?"