Slowly, not wanting to give Draco the wrong idea, Harry sat up and wrapped his arms more securely around the other wizard. "You're not going to lose me. Not on your life, Malfoy," he whispered. "So long as you don't plan on leaving or kicking me out..." No, Harry didn't want to think about that ever being a possibility from Draco. He tightened his arms around him, probably to the point of being too tight but he couldn't help it. Harry never wanted to think about the possibility of losing Draco. Even if it was to the Dark Lord or because of the Dark Lord.

He slowly loosened his hold and looked at him. "I'm absolutely certain," he said. If there was anything he got from either of his parents, it was his sheer stubbornness. "You come first though, Draco. Always have since we met... so, if you don't like something, you have to tell me." Especially in regard to Tom Riddle and whatever this was that was growing between them all.

After everything he had gone through with his own relatives, he wasn't going to lose Draco. His first real friend and first love. Merlin, that sounded cheesy.