A fic

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Title: Secret lover
Chapter 2
Author: ireth_surion
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: spoiler to every book (just to be sure)sexual content, language
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry gets notes….Wonder who sends them and why? And two boys gets in to trouble, fist-fights, fate and boys will be boys
Notes :Un-beta'ed…my beta's computer crashed… any volunteers!!! constructive criticism welcome.
Obligatory Legal Mumbo Jumbo: Ahem. This has not been endorsed by J.K.Rowling or WB. I'm not making any money of this…yada yada yada. All notes are song-lyrics and they are owned by the artist and the record-label.
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"He ran down the hall, muttering under his breath; 'Stupid, stupid, stupid…' What had he done? 'Twit, twit, twit' his mind kept telling him. He raced to the Slytherin Common room, desperately trying not to fall flat on his face in the long cloak. He washed his hands quietly, removing the cloak and slipped under the covers.

'Now what?' he thought, not really wanting to think about the fact that he would have to face Harry in less then 7 hours. His face burned as he relived the second where Harry's emerald eyes, clouded with lust, locked on his and the feeling of power he felt when he brought Harry explosive happiness in the secluded library. The images made it stir in Draco, but Goyle picked the exact moment to start telling Crabbe about just how many 1st year students he had beaten in to a pulp that day, and how it had looked. Draco sighed, closed his eyes and fell into a restless sleep, dreaming about The Boy Who Lived.

He woke with a jerk, sitting bolt upright, hoping that he had only been dreaming about Potter and the library, his sleep-filled eyes gazed at the invisibility-cloak by the foot of the bed. 'Hell!' he thought, gathering every inch of courage and Malfoy pride to keep his head up high. As he walked in to the Great Hall to have breakfast. After having had a quick shower and generally rushing trough his morning-rituals.

Draco felt the weird mixture of hoping (to see Harry again) and wishing (that Harry will have left before he himself shows up). He got what he was hoping for, Potter sitting at the Gryffindor table, looking every bit as tired and confused as Draco felt. He sat down, grabbed a piece of toast and put butter and chocolate on it, trying to eat it while observing Potter out of the corner of his eyes.

Draco could see that Harry was holding or writing on a piece of paper, arms making a small shield around it to prevent anyone from seeing it. Harry didn't succeed and Draco heard Ron read out loud:

I'm Sorry! I didn't know.
Was it really you?
Was all of it really you?

"Oh Harry's got a girlfriend! Who is it, Harry? Where'd you meet her? What didn't you know? What was really what? Tell me, Harry", Ron's line of questions only stopped long enough for Ron to draw breath and Harry used the short pause to intervene: "Ron, it's nothing, really it isn't! I don't have a girlfriend, if I did you would know, alright mate?" Having said that, Harry picked up the note and strode out of the Hall. Draco soon discovered that it was easier to eat and enjoy breakfast when his attention wasn't all fixed on Potter.

After storming out of the Great Hall, Harry found himself walking back to Gryffindor Common Room. He had seen Malfoy at breakfast and he had looked tired and haggled. Was he regretting writing him? Harry hoped not, just the thought of Draco, the blonde hair, soft skin and shining eyes made Harry was to run back to the Great Hall and just kiss him till the world went away. He ended up by the chest by his bed. He opened it, whispering a small spell to make sure none else could get to the notes. He started re-reading them, thinking about Draco writing them… all this time. Reading them through, several caught his eye now that he knew who had written them.

Well you whispered to me
And I shiver inside
You undo me and move me
In ways undefined
And you're all I see
And you're all I need

And this one;

I'm slipping away
Like the sand to the tide
Flowing into your arms
Falling into your eyes
If you get too near
I might disappear
I might lose my mind

Did this mean that Malfoy was… in love…with him? Or was it just lust? Harry looked at the notes and they could mean both. But….Draco? He wasn't entirely sure just how he felt about that. It was ok for him to fantasise, but it was quite another for it to be a possibility in the future. Did he really want Draco to touch him that way? Yes! He imagined what it would be like to touch the blonde back, to caress him and make him moan out Harry's name...

The owl caught him just before Caring for Magical Creatures-class and he untied the note from its leg. It was the note he had heard Ron read out loud, underneath the already known message, there was;

Answer me, in person or by note.

Draco thought about nothing else during class and hoped that what ever he had missed wouldn't be in the exams. "What response could he give? In person? Nah, the embarrassment of being caught was still too fresh in his mind. What about by note? But then again, what was there to say? He wanted Potter, and Harry had to have figured that out by now".
Draco had compiled a note before dinner, seeing that Harry hadn't ratted him out to his friends (and thereby the whole school) or acted like he didn't like it. The note said;

Apology accepted.
Yes and yes, all me.
Want to complain?
Yours?

Draco sent it by owl just before dinner, his stomach feeling like he had swallowed hot coals. So far no one had noticed that this particular Slytherin had been distracted and distant all day, much to Draco's luck, but luck doesn't last forever and when a house-owl delivered a note to him just as dinner was ending, Pansy asked; "Why, Draco, you're also getting secret letters all the time. One might suspect that you and Potter were sharing the same girlfriend. Or are you just writing each other?" Draco noticed that Harry had stopped talking to Ron and was listening to what Draco had to say.

Making his voice drop to an icy tone, he said "I can't see how it's any of your business who I'm writing but let me assure you that any girl lucky enough to get my attention would not dignify Potter with one single look." Harry's head snapped in his direction, he stood up and said, "I heard that, Malfoy. You conceited prick, you want to apologise or do I have to smack you around…again" The Gryffindor table exploded in laughter and the Slytherin table looked to their leader, eager to hear what stinging insult would come next. Draco didn't say anything, he just got up and ran across the Slytherin and Hufflepuff tables. Across the room, Harry got up and did the same over Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables, they met in the middle of the hall, wands drawn.

Draco looked down at his wand and shook his head. He put the wand back inside his robe and Harry made his own wand disappear as well.

They circled each other, eyes wide and sparkling, breath coming in short bursts across slightly parted lips. This time Harry rushed at Draco, getting his hands entangled in the other boy's hair and Draco went down backwards, arms pin wheeling, in vain, to try and keep his balance. Draco got pinned to the floor instantly and he was just about to draw his fist back to punch Harry, when he realised that Harry had his fingers in his hair to prevent Draco's head from getting banged against the hard stone floor.

Harry winked at him and quickly caressed his neck with soft fingers, still looking angry and ready to fight, so no one would suspect. Draco, whose heart was pounding fast and hard enough for him to hear his blood rush in his ears, took 2 seconds to enjoy the tingling sensation on his scalp and felt it spread trough out his body, to settle ay the base of his spine. He put his hands on Harry's shoulders, pressing him back and off him. Harry tilted right, taking Draco with him and they were on their sides rolling around on the floor with every one staring at them.

They were both jerked off the floor, Malfoy by Professor Snape and Potter by Professor McGonagall. While still holding on to Draco by his shoulder, Snape hissed "What do you think you're doing? There's a war coming and you're the Leader of your house, like Potter's the Leader of Gryffindor! You two are suppose to be working together on this! You're houses are the ones best equipped to fight back He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Courage from Gryffindor and Ruthlessness from Slytherin, now shake hands and start being civilised to each other!" Draco could hardly keep a straight face during this lecture and he could tell from Harry's face that he was being told something similar.

Being released from their teachers, they strode over and shook hands. Draco took the chance and gently drew circles on the back of Harry's hand with his thumb, caressing the skin and he could tell from the way Harry's eyes damped over and from the small smile on his lips, that Harry enjoyed it. They let go of their hands and looked to the professors, knowing that some sort of punishment was coming their way. Snape and McGonagall nodded and Professor McGonagall said; " Boys, this can't go on like this. You have to co-operate, so from now on you're both teaching the students in Defence Against The Dark Arts class. Twice a week, together, no dividing the class and teaching separately."

"Fine!" the boys said in unison, sending cold looks to each other and every one near. But Draco liked the arrangement, twice a week getting to watch Potter and maybe even getting in to "fights" again. He really couldn't find a downside to this "punishment". This is when he remembered the note that had triggered all this, he unfolded it and read:

Mine
I wait in the darkness.
Frozen winds surround my face.
In the cover of darkness I can make believe it's you.
I feel you like the rain
I feel you like a storm cloud building in my heart.
I wonder if you know the pain, to want the one thing you haven't got.
Just a twist in time ...and you could be mine
Just a sip of wine ...and you could be mine
Just a kiss divine

Draco had to swallow hard, this was a come on! So, he wasn't the only one pining with desire and want. But… should he make his move now? No, better let Potter come to him. And they were teaching together tomorrow, there would be time before and/or after class to talk. He wrote an answer, sent it and hoped that he would dream about warm skin, green eyes and soft fingers tonight.

All I have to do is hold you
There's a racing within my heart
And I'm barely touching you
The moonlight plays upon your skin
A kiss that lingers takes me in
Turn the lights down low
Take it off let me show
My love for you
Insatiable
Yours

Draco awoke not remembering if he had been dreaming and went about his morning business like usual. This was the day when he had to teach DA-class with Harry and he could feel the fluttering of butterflies in his stomach. The day went by without incidents and Draco's mind kept returning to the sensation of Harry's hands in his hair and the weight of Harry's body on his. His heartbeat speeded up, *flash of Harry in the shower, pleasing himself, lips slightly parted, head back and eyes closed, water running over his torso* Draco felt his own breathing becoming quicker and he was getting annoyingly hard, making his boxers feel too tight.

"Draco, what would you say to that?" professor Sprout looked at him sternly, "About what?" Draco answered with his usual drawl cold, not looking at the professor. "Forget it, just… class dismissed" the professor, like all the other members of the faculty, was working every afternoon and most nights for the Order and she was not in the mood to try and force the children to learn, not today.

Getting off early gave Draco a chance to get his act together, he couldn't teach a class defends if he looked like a love-sick school-girl. So, he took a cold shower to rid his mind of distracting pictures of naked Harry and wore practical jeans and his school-robe over that. Better to ruin school-clothes than his own, in case some newbie messed up a spell.

He went to the hallway where the Room of Requirement was to be found and saw Harry walking up and down the hall, apparently thinking hard about a practising room. Harry looked up at saw Draco standing there, red spread across his face. "Hmm" Draco thought, "He hadn't been thinking solely about practise after all" A door appeared in the wall and Draco opened it before Harry had a chance, inside was a circular room light only by candles and there was a pitcher of cocoa? and a bowl of ice-cubes standing on a table next a grand bed. What appeared to be crimson silk covers and lots and lots of pillows was on it…and were they ropes?
Draco snickered and turned to look at Harry, Harry had turned a delicate shade of scarlet, his breath hitched and he said "It's…I mean…I didn't think…What is this?....This wasn't me, you have to believe me, Malfoy". Draco, still smiling, was sure that this was exactly what Harry had been thinking about, but they had a class to teach and he didn't feel like trying to explain this room right now. So all he said was "I'm sure you didn't, Potter. Now make it go away! I'm not going to shag you in there anyway, you know. Ropes aren't really my thing."

Harry was about to answer when the first student showed up. "Is this the class-room" he asked, Harry blushing and Draco laughing at the question. Seeing how Potter froze, Draco slammed the door shut behind him, saying "No, this was different. One moment and we'll fix it." He pushed Harry, hard. "Harry, make it appear… now!" Draco hissed trough clenched teeth. Harry shook his head, as if to clear it and started wandering back and forth again. This time succeeding in creating a room fit to practise magic in.

During this class, Harry grew noticeably paler and his eyes darted across the students all time, never resting on anything longer then 2 seconds. He was getting impatient with the younger students and Draco actually had to intervene several times, being the good guy. Draco looked at Harry, wondering why he was like this. It's only class and apparently that was the wrong attitude towards this, course when Harry heard 3 Ravenclaw-girls giggling, not paying attention, he lost it. "What are you thinking about?! Boys?!?! This is Defends against Dark Arts, not pottery! You'll need this to defend yourselves and probably several of your friends! And not 'some' day far away in the future, but, more likely then not, this year or the next!! Not paying attention in this class WILL get you killed!!! Is that what you want?!?!" Harry shouted at them. His eyes wide with fear and exhaustion, the responsibility was getting to him. He took one last look at the class, spun around on his heel and raced out of the room.

What had they expected? To be here just to get a boyfriend? "Well, you would,Harry, if he was willing" his mind told him "Oh, shut up!" This was more important, this was their future! "So is getting loved and love someone in return" "No! that's not as important!" he kept this conversation with himself going till he reached his secret place, this is were he went every time he felt like being alone.

Draco excused himself and went after Harry, he got out in the hall just in time to see Potter disappear behind one of the colourful tapestries. He pulled the fabric aside and looked at the other boy. "What's wrong, Harry?" he asked softly, slipping in and letting the darkness settle around them as the fabric fell back down. With the tapestry in place Draco couldn't see anything, but held his hands out and grabbed hold of Harry, pulling him closer. The slightly shorter boy was crying, Draco could tell only because he could feel the tears falling to his hands. He let a hand slowly run over Harry's chin, feeling all the tears that are still falling like rain. Harry wasn't sobbing or sniffling, he was just crying like his heart was breaking a million times over, like his world was crumbling in his hands.

Harry couldn't help crying, even if Malfoy was here… here with him. He had actually come for him, for Harry Potter! Harry could feel his spirit lift a bit. And not just his spirit… he was so close and he felt so warm, so safe and Harry needed to feel alive.

Draco didn't think this was the best time for talking and he just put his arms around Harry and tried to comfort him, tried to make him safe and without worry. At first Harry didn't move or stir, he stood like a statue in Malfoy's arms, but slowly he softened up and he hugged Draco back, rubbing his tear-stained face in Draco's robe. The tears were slowing down and Harry was pressing closer to Draco, grinding against him and the small nook heated up. So did Draco and he had to swallow hard to hide a moan when Harry let a hand run over his groin. "Harry, no….not here" he said, trying to sound like his normal, cool self. Of course he didn't succeed and Harry heard it in his voice, his hands started to go inside Draco's robe to touch the flawless skin underneath. Draco took hold of Harry's shoulders and pushed him back a bit, but he didn't want to make Harry think he didn't want this. So he let his fingers grab hold of Harry hair, pulled the head back a bit and covered Harry's mouth with his lips. He nipped and sucked on the lower lip and he could taste the tears Harry had spilled. Draco let his tongue dart into Harry's mouth, mimicking intercourse and letting his hands run over Harry's chest, downwards, hands stopping on Harry's waist, pulling him even closer. Now both of them were grinding, groping and touching, their breathing in sync.

Draco let his hands slip under Harry's robe, allowing his fingers to feel the soft skin and his mind flooded with possibilities; the two of them naked, half-naked, touching, kissing, licking…his blood boiled and he was trembling as Harry let his own hands follow Draco's example, caressing the skin around Draco's bellybutton. Harry trailed his hands upwards and pulled Draco's robe over his shoulders and down to the floor. Draco shivered as the cold air brushed against his naked flesh. Draco thought 'What the Hell, if he wants it' and pulled Harry's robe off as well.

Harry let his hands run over the muscles on the Slytherin's torso, liking the firmness of it. The way he could make Draco moan, just a bit if he applied a bit of pressure. He could get used to this, to kissing that soft spot just below Draco's jaw-line, to hear his name moaned and panted out just like that. And to the way Draco seemed to fit just right to his own body, how the other boy's touch made him feel like there was no tomorrow and like his skin was catching fire.

Just as Harry pushed Draco up against the cold wall, pinning him with his body, they both heard Ron and Hermione calling out for Harry. "You think Malfoy hit him" Ron asked. "No, but they could be fighting somewhere. We'ed better find them, no matter what." Hermione answered. They went further away, still calling for Harry. Draco almost didn't have to courage to breath, until they heard their footsteps leading away. Just as he thought it save to start kissing Harry again, the sound of several students leaving the practise-room was thundering between the walls. "Did anyone see where our teachers went??" "Does anyone know why he left so sudden?" that and much, much more was said, and Draco understood their bewilderment.

"Why did you leave, Harry?"

"Don't want to answer, wanna keep kissing"

"Please, trust me. Why did you run? Why are you acting like this?"
"Just…don't ask. You…"

"Harry!"

"No Draco, not now. Not yet, I can't talk about it…"

"Won't talk about it, is more like it"

Draco felt Harry stiffen against him and the warmth of him left from Draco's side. He could hear Harry putting his robe back on, Harry sighed and there was light. Harry looked back at Draco as he left, head down and Draco thought that he looked like he was growing up too damn fast.

Draco got dressed and decided to take a look in the practise-room, lucky he did; inside was one of the Ravenclaw-girls who were partly responsible for Harry freaking out…and she was crying. "Why are you crying?" Draco, being one of the teachers didn't think he could leave one of the students crying in an empty room. "He...He…I'm so sorry!" she sobbed, not looking up and her small body shaking. "Don't worry about it, it's not really because of you." Should he comfort her? And how did one do that, with a girl? "I know… it's just…the class seems to think so…" she looked at him with wide, wet eyes.

She got up and closed the distance between them with 3 steps. Draco didn't have time to response or even think, suddenly she was in his arms, her delicate arms around his neck and her head on his chest. "Oh, I thought that you were so… arrogant… and that you didn't care about anyone not Slytherin". Now what was he to do? He couldn't tell her to leave him alone and he wasn't sure just how he felt about her being so close. "Eeehhh, it's ok. You go back to you're Dorm now. I'll see you at the next practise, alright?" he said, patting her on her head. This only made her hold him tighter and she started nuzzling his chest. "Hmmm, I really think that you should go now" he tried again to get her to let go. Nothing.

"Ahem!"

They flew apart, fast. Looking guilty, even though Draco knew that he was innocent. He looked to the source of the noise and saw that Harry was standing in the doorway, leaning against the post, not looking happy. "I'm…We were just…" For some odd reason Draco felt like he had to explain himself. The Ravenclaw-girl looked from one to the other, shrugged and left the room. "So…still want to know why I freaked?" Harry asked, voice so low Draco had to strain his ears to hear. "Yes" it seemed like the only thing to say. "Then let me make another room for it. This one wont do" Draco left the room and stood back while Harry paced the hall.

Finally a door appeared and they entered, it was the room Harry had made once before that day. But this time without the robes. Draco smiled and looked around to Harry, but Harry wasn't looking back. He was, apparently, occupied with grabbing a cup of hot chocolate. "Trust me" he said, not looking at Draco. Draco nodded and got himself a cup of the hot drink and sat down on the bed, Harry sat down next to him. "When I tell you, would you…*voice almost gone* hold me?" Harry's face glowed scarlet and he refused to look at anything but his own hands. "Of course, no problem" Draco pushed himself further into the bed, resting his back against the headboard. Harry drank that chocolate and laid down with his head in Draco's lap.
"Here goes;"

"I know that Voldemort's back, we all know it. I also know about the prophesy and only one will survive. And that's ok, I hope it'll be me. But then again… So many people that I know will have to give their lives for me to succeed. There's been too many already. And I feel guilty. And responsible…"

"Harry, it's not your fault! And you're not responsible for everyone at Hogsworth"

"Shhh, and of course I am! If I just left, no one would be in any danger! Can't you see! The school will get attacked because I'm here!... No, 'course you don't! Your farther's a Death Eater, you're life's not in any danger at all, is it!?!?!"

"Harry! I'll tolerate you saying that only because you're obviously not in your right mind, but don't ever say anything like that again. If I stick with my farther, I'll most likely get killed by you or a classmate. And if I choose to stay here with you, I'll get killed by my farther or one of our family-friends. Don't you see!?!?! No matter what, I'll get killed!"

Draco felt the hand, that so far had been idly stroking his inner thigh, tighten. Harry didn't look up, but he spoke with conviction as he said;" No… even if you decide to stick with your parents, I'd never kill you"." You're just saying that to get me naked" Draco answered mockingly, trying to change the subject to a much more enjoyable one; sex.

But apparently Harry wasn't done talking or venting. "Say, Draco, aren't you at all scared about what's going to happen? About the fighting and the war?"

" What do you think, Potter? Even if I'm not killed, I'll probably be fighting several of my friends, no matter what side I end up on" he drawled, voice growing colder just thinking about what might happen, what most likely's going to happen.

Harry didn't pay any attention to the change in Draco's tone of voice and asked" About that… What side are you going to end up choosing? Do you know?".

This time his voice was ice and his body became rigid as he answered;" What?! Are you asking me who I'm going to kill? My friends or my family? And you ask it as if you had the right…"

Why was he talking like this? Why was he deliberately trying to hurt the one person he needed to calm him? He knew that Draco was torn between what was right (witch meant Harry's side) and what he had been brought up to believe was right (witch meant Volemort's side), but he still had to taunt him. Maybe the pain he saw in the other boy's eyes did some how, sooth his own. But then again, Draco's farter was a Death Eater, and they had killed his parents and several good, decent wizards. Pictures of the dead that Harry had not been able to save fluttered behind his closed eyes. Here was the son of the man responsible of some of it, and he thought that none of this was his fault. Had he inly stood up to his farter, maybe some would have been saved, maybe some would be alive today! Harry felt hid blood begin to boil again, this time with furious rage. He made a run for it, to hit, curse and maybe just… kill the blonde boy, the Slytherin, the one who had to be responsible.

Draco pushed Harry off his legs and jumped out of the bed. Striding towards the door. "What's wrong?" He heard Harry call after him, but this time he didn't even slow down. Harry had no right to ask questions like that. And The-Boy-Who-Lived thought he was the only one with problems… But of course Draco's the conceded one.

With his back turned to the bed, he could hear Harry get out of it and run?! across the floor. Draco whirled around quickly, just in time to see Harry, face twisted in fury, leap at him." What the…Bloody Hell" he yelped as Harry slammed in to him, hitting and kicking. Draco tried to stand his ground, but to no avail, yet again, he went down. This time he did make noise, running along the lines of;" Are you loosing the few marbles you had left, you git?!" and a whole lot more cussing too.

Harry kept quiet and kept hitting…and he was hitting hard this time. Draco decided that 1. this had gone far enough and 2.that he should stop yelling to preserve energy. With both boys pouring all their energy into fighting, the room went quiet except fast breathing, ruffling of clothes and the sickening sound of flesh impacting hard against flesh.

Draco grabed Harry by his shoulders and moved one leg upwards to connect with the most sensitive part of the male anatomy, but (lucky for him) Harry shifted position just then and only got hit on his upper thigh. The shift in positioning meant that once Draco's knee connected with Harry, Draco leaded the move trough and Harry went sprawling over his head, crashing to the floor behind.

Draco jumped to his feet, one of his eyes already swelling, making it difficult for him to focus. He absently licked his lower lip and tasted the coppery taste of blood. "Potter!" he hissed, lips drawn back in a sneer and eyes bright with pain and fury, "Just because of…" his voice trailed off, as if unsure of just how to continue. He locked eyes with Harry and said;"…you know what I mean. That doesn't mean that I have to take it when you loose it." Draco straightened up and held his head a bit higher;" I'm not Harry Potter's… whipping boy or…" he shuddered "…boy toy"

Potters green eyes went black as humiliation, rage and lust tore trough him. Making him want to kill Malfoy with kisses or his fists, he wasn't quite sure. Malfoy saw indecision flicker across the other boys face and used the distraction to pull out his wand, this time not caring weather or not Potter got hurt. Harry noticed and drew his own a second later, but didn't have time enough to counter-curse before Draco shouted; "Petrificus Totalis!" Luckily Harry had good reflexes (mostely due to intensive Quidditch-practice) and he dodged the spell and yelled;" Stupefy"but Malfoy dodged that one easy.

Just as Draco's eyes got the colour of ice and his mouth curling up in a vicious smile, Hermione and Ron burst trough the door closely followed by Dumbledore. Malfoy got as far as to open his mouth, when Dumbledore mumbled " Silencio ", flicking his wand and Draco found himself unable to say anything. As he looked to the other students he could tell he wasn't the only one and from the twisted look on Potter's face, he could tell it was driving the other boy crazy. Malfoy snickered, not that anyone would be able to hear, but he did it none the less.

Dumbledore looked from Draco's swollen eye and cracked lip to the lump in Harry's forehead and the way Harry was holding his left arm, as if it hurt just letting it hang down his side. Dumbledore gestured for them to follow him and Draco noticed out of the corner of his eye Hermione pointing, trying to ask Harry about the decoration of the room, Harry ignored her, walking out of the door after Malfoy.

Dumbledore lead them to the infirmary, lifting the silence-spell and asked Madam Pomfrey if she could do something to help the two boys. As Pomfrey tended to them, making potions and speaking healing-spells, Dumbledore sent Ron and Hermione away, following them out the door, he called over his shoulder;" Would both of you boys report to my office once you're mended?"
Draco knew it wasn't a question and cringed inside thinking about what trouble he would be in. Right now, all he wished for was that it wouldn't be in the same room as that git Potter. He left as soon as he was done, leaving Harry behind. He must be able to find the way by now, having been in the headmasters office at least once a year since their first year. He had to wait for Harry by the door, the gargoyle told him it was told only to let them in if they were both present.

Harry showed up, looking sad and troubled and suddenly Draco remembered what they had been talking about just before Harry freaked out on him. He stared more closely at the Gryffindor, maybe to see if Harry was hurting. The only thing he could see, was how dark the green eyes were and how pale the dark-haired one looked. "And looking pale… that's supposed to me" the thought ran quickly across his mind, gone before he really had time to notice.

They entered the office and Draco was humbled against his will, without knowing why. "Please sit" Dumbledore said, pointing at two chairs opposite his. Draco waited for Harry to take a seat, before he sat down. "So… you two still can't get along" he sounded tired " But we need you two to win the war, we need you to work together or " he said the last part with a small smile "not to kill each other, at least" The headmaster looked from one to the other, as if waiting for reply.

"It was me professor…" "I might have started it…" they said at the same time, Draco looked at Harry and drawled :" Don't try, yet again, to be the hero, Potter. I provoked him, Professor and Harry had nothing to do with it." "Why, that's honest of you Mr Malfoy. Taking the blame for, what did you call him 'Harry'??" Just then he realised that he never used to call the Gryffindor anything but Potter… or Halfblood…Muggle-raised… His eyes widened as he looked to Harry for a plausible explanation. But no, Harry stubbornly refused to even acknowledge that he was in the room.
"Uhm…erh..I" he licked his lips, sinking more in to the chair beneath him. "Maybe that's not important to this matter" Dumbledore said, dropping Draco a single wink. He continued before the Slytherin had a chance to comment;" But what you two were doing 20 minutes ago is of great importance. To all of us. I wasn't going to say to to you Mr Malfoy, not yet and not in the presence of Mr Potter, but you leave me no choice"

The Gryffindor and the Slytherin looked at each other, nervously and with a sense of foreboding. Dumbledore didn't start talking again, until he could tell that he had the attention of the two boys. "You see, this is to both of you. We need both of you on the same side to win this war. Lord Voldemort and his second in command, this is were you come in Mr Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy can not fight clearheaded and collected, if their heir to it all fights for us… on our side."

Draco felt like he had been punched in the stomach, he could feel his breathing clench up and his sight started narrowing, going black around the edges. "Are you alright, Malfoy? Didn't think we didn't know about your dad, did you?" Potter was gloating, smiling evilly from the other chair. "Mr Potter!, that's quite enough of that" Dumbledore was out of his own seat, walking towards Malfoy, looking worried.

"I'm perfectly alright!" he sneered, shaking his head a bit to clear it. "It just came as a bit of a chock to me, that's all. Not about my farther, but about the Dark Lord…Why should he care about someone as insignificant as me? I'm not even a Death Eater." Dumbledore spoke gently;" That's what you've been groomed and trained for, for all these years. Your farther was the only follower that had a son, who could possibly be worthy of taking charge of Voldemorts army" The headmaster put a hand on the blonds arm, to steady him.

Draco could feel Harry's eyes on him. He wondered weakly if this would change things between them and if Harry was worried. "What?! I'm…" his voice gave out, he cleared his throat " I didn't know. No one has said anything about this. He gave me… and my choice.. to him?!" His hands were going white from the effort he was using to keep himself steady in the chair. Draco didn't want Harry to see him this way, he didn't want to show any kind of weakness in front of him.

"None the less" Dumbledore continued " you're doing a good job becoming one. Don't think I couldn't figure out what spell you were planning to throw at Mr Potter. And had you succeeded there had been nothing I could have done to protect you. The Unforgiveables are called that for a reason" he looked very sternly at Draco. "Do you understand, why we need you to work together?"

This time it was Harry's turn to speak:" Ehh, no. Not really Professor." He didn't like to look at Malfoy when the other boy clearly was hurting. And he didn't want to see those silver eyes dark with horror. Had they been alone, he might have tried to hold the shaking Slytherin, but not in front of Dumbledore. Not when Draco had been so mad at him, had tried to curse him, with a dark-spell.

"You need to work together, because you, Mr Potter, are the only one who can keep Mr Malfoy safe, should his farther or his farthers master try to claim him. I can't keep an eye on him all the time. You can, Harry" The old wizard looked older then he used to. He turned to a clearly sick Malfoy "And you, Mr Malfoy. Mr Potter needs you to teach him proper defence against the dark spells. I know your farther has taught you all of them…" Draco found himself looking into knowing eyes, wondering just how much the headmaster didn't know about his students. Could he read minds? Draco decided to test this theory by thinking real hard about what he had been up to, that night in the library, with Hero Potter. He let him mind wander back to Harry's closed eyes, his parted lips, the small moans he had pulled from the dark-haired one with slow, knowing strokes of his hand. The way Harry's lips had been Oh! so close to grazing Draco's and the electric moment when those lust-filled green eyes had locked on his grey ones.

He watched Dumbledore intently, but he could see no change in the older mans demeanour, and decided against the mind-reading idea. He'ed better start paying attention, apparently they were being told something important. He tried getting all distracting images of Harry out of his head, and turned to listen to what their Headmaster had to say.

Harry couldn't seem to take his eyes of the Slytherin to his right. He, Harry Potter, had to keep him safe. More responsibility crashed down upon him. And he had to take lessons from this arrogant blond. Dumbledore was talking about their punishment and Harry didn't believe what he was hearing;" What!?!?! No! I mean we can't even teach together, Professor. There has to be something else…" he looked to Draco, surely the other one didn't want this either. But Draco was just staring straight ahead, and Harry thought that he wasn't paying any attention at all to his surroundings.

Draco snapped back to reality, startled. Had he missed something important? From the choked look on Potter's face, he would say 'yes'. "What?" he said, sourly, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Maybe I should say it again, then. Now that Mr Malfoy has decided to join the conversation."
"What, I can't think about the fact that I have a destiny… planned by my own father... and to be the Heir to all that is evil and foul in the wisarding world! I mean, yes I think that mud..I mean, muggles shouldn't do magic, but that's far from actually killing them all." He sighed and looked miserable.

"Of course, Mr Malfoy. I wouldn't expect anything less from you, but you do need to know what your punishment is going to be. And it has been decided that, seing how teaching together was a disaster, we've decided that the two of you have to live together." Dumbledore winked at Draco again…this time Harry noticed.

Did Dumbledore just wink at Malfoy? Why on earth would he do something like that? He looked to Draco for an explanation, but the boy just blushed. "Come on" he thought at Draco, yell, get pissed, anything.. just not the two of them living together. Sharing the same space, day in and day out. And, what much worse, the nights… Harry tried imagining himself getting any sleep at all, with the sound of Draco breathing in the bed next to him. With that thought came pictures of them having to share a shower, the getting dressed in the morning…and undressed in the evening. Was that why Dumbledore winked at Draco… was this suppose to happen? This wanting and longing.

The idea of sleeping next to Potter was dawning on Draco just then. Even if it would be one bed over, it was still so close. He sneaked a peek to the Gryffindor, but Harry didn't look as in to the idea as Draco did. So, feeling the familiar sneer settle on his face, he scowled at Harry;" This is all your fault! Living with you?! …on top of everything else, I'm surprised I don't just quite this school"
"You can't" Harry blurted out before thinking

A pale blonde brow arched up ;" Why, Potter! I didn't know that you cared!"
Harry tried to get rid of the lump in his throat and said;" Just because we're enemies, is doesn't mean I want you dead or tortured."

Dumbledore went to his seat;" Well, now that's all settled. Now, all of your belongings have been brought to your shared room. The room will have two doors, one that open to the Slytherin Common Room and one that opens to the Gryffindor Common Room. I would like it if you could sustain from letting other students sneak trough your room to reek havoc on other students. This goes for both Slytherin and Gryffindors." He gestured for them to leave " Please, do come and see me again if you need to, both of you. Now go and settle in. You're both excused from going to any classes tomorrow"

Harry nodded to Dumbledore and left the office, not caring if he was followed by the Slytherin. Living together? Bah! Why was he being punished because of Malfoy? "You did start the fight in the Room of Requirement and you did go along willingly when the both of you were fake-fighting in the Great Hall" his, always honest it seemed, mind told him. And it wasn't like he hated the idea of being able to sneak a peek of Draco getting up in the morning or that he didn't have to wake up every morning looking to Neville's empty bed. Just the thought of his fellow- Gryffindor dying made all his petty worries about sleeping quarters and small fights with Malfoy disappear.

This was, after all, just school and he would have to fight in the war once he graduated, once his childhood truly was over, this summer. He hadn't even bothered talking to a guidance counsellor about a career, he knew what he was to be. A Hero! The title should make him proud, but it didn't. The enormous amount of responsibility that came with it, was more then he could handle and he knew it. As he knew that many of the people who trusted him would die, before all this was over. He looked to Draco, who looked more miserable then he did. Well, how would he have felt, had his parents decided for him…knowingly?

Living together? A Gryffindor and a Slytherin? Ha! But his mind wasn't really on it, he thought about his 'destiny'. It was, of course, flattering to be chosen to be the Leader of the entire army of, amongst others, Death Eaters. He would rule over his farther! His eyes sparkled, the power, the fame, the superiority… he could rule… and he wouldn't have to feel small or scared ever again. He would claim his rightful place, next to You-Know-Who, a prince, an Heir! Evil shone in the light of his eyes, all ice and malice.

Just the thought of seeing black-hooded figures bowing down to him, Draco Malfoy, made him feel a whole lot better about all this. The more he thought about it, the less disadvantages he could find about his 'destiny'… except maybe that he would have to kill off Potter. He didn't want to, and wished that he could just pretend that Harry didn't matter in this war, but he did, and Draco knew it.

And he knew that one of the first orders he would get, would be to eliminate The Boy Who Lived, if Harry wasn't dead or dying already. The mere notion of it made Draco's insides cramp up in to a tight knot and made it difficult for him to breath. He saw in his mind, how Harry would look, hit byThe Cruciatus Curse. How the Gryffindor's body would arch in pain, the way those once so forrest-green eyes would deepen into black as the boy was loosing his mind and that Harry would be cursing his name as he died. He had to prevent that from coming true, somehow.

Just as Harry was about to talk to his companion, two figures emerged from the shadows. "Ginny!" he gasped, trying to figure out what she was doing here.

"What are you doing here? And… who's that?" he pointed to the other person.

"Oh! That's Pansy… We're both here to show you the way to your new room. Is it true that you have to share a room with… him?" she made noises of disgust, making a small nod with her head in Malfoys direction.

"Erhh…well, you see…uhm, yeah. We have to live together until we can get along without fighting" he stuttered, not looking Ginny in the eye.

"I'm sure you know how to behave properly, even if he doesn't. So, just behave, Harry and you can return to me… I mean, us… the Gryffindor Tower" she blushed and looked down, but not for long. As Harry looked at her, she raised her eyes to meet his. She licked her lips, biting down on the lower one while maintaining eye-contact. Ginny looked to Harry's lips and Harry had to consciously fight, not to lick his own.

"Ohh… Ginny, tte…tell the others that I'll move back soon. Just have to do this, for Professor Dumbledore" Harry was having trouble looking anywhere. To one side was Ginny, Ron's sister, trying to get his attention, on another was Pansy, Slytherin, and on the last one was Draco, looking like he was 2 seconds from killing Ginny with his bare hands.

"The way? Shouldn't you lead us?" Harry gestured down the hall.

"Yes, follow me… I mean us" Ginny answered.

Pansy and Draco looked like they were having an interesting conversation and didn't pay the Gryffindors any attention at all. Harry felt like kicking Pansy, just get her to move her hands away from Draco's shoulder, and… did she just kiss him on the cheek? Now Harry felt like throwing up, fainting and cursing the living daylights out of the bloody Slytherin!! And why didn't Draco do anything?? He was just…enjoying it!

Draco watched Harry's reaction trough his lashes, lips curving up in a small smile, against Pansy's neck. He was so easy to read when he was surprised about something. Draco was sure he could use that piece of information to something… some where. He let his own lips grace Pansy's, sucking gently on one of them, while making a small noise of pleasure. Once he was done he looked to the dark haired boy, who was trying to ignore him. Back turned and involved in a discussion with the Weasley- girl about NEWT's and Quidditch. All that kissing for nothing, but when he looked in to Harry's eyes, he could tell that the Gryffindor had indeed noticed what had happened.

They reached the room, it was on the same level as most classes, but the doors inside would be able to lead to Gryffindor and Slytherin. Both girls had to get back to their classes, but Ginny leaned in and whispered, loud enough for the two others to hear, in Harry's ear;" Now that you're only two in a room, maybe we could… get together when Malfoy's not in?" her voice was husked and even Harry could tell that she didn't want to talk about school or The Order.

Harry could only answer;" Oh…hmmm…well…uhmm…We'll have to see about that" and he scurried in to his new room.

The room was oval, with a bed I each 'end', a couple of trunks at the end of either bed and two desks opposite each other in the middle. There were 3 doors in the room, the one they had just used to enter the room, one that led to a private bathroom and the one that was Gryffindor/Slytherin-related. Harry didn't want to just 'grab' a bed, so he stood back as the Slytherin entered and let him have first pick.

Draco went to the bed furthest away from the door, where he had entered. He threw himself on the bed, Hands under his head and legs slightly spread, he closed his eyes and tried to think about what to do with this new information about him being an heir.

Harry watched in silent amazement as Draco flung himself on the bed, looking so enticing and he wondered if the boy had any idea of what he was doing to Harry. "I bet he does, Malfoy always knows just what he's doing and what he looks like doing it" he thought to himself. So Harry looked trough his stuff, to determine if everything was in place. And it was, even his notes were there, locked away in the small chest. Content with this, he went to his bed to take a nap. It had been a day with changes and he had to think it all trough.

Teaching with Malfoy, that went well. Well, it had, until Harry had freaked and ran away. The little nook, heat, lips and hands everywhere. Harry sighed to himself, wondering if this all meant that he was gay or bi? He didn't really want to sleep with Ginny " Does that mean you want to sleep with Draco?" his mind asked, or maybe he just needed another girl to compare with. He decided to find one soon, if only to piss off Draco for kissing Pansy.

Being on the bed made him restless, to be honest, being in bed with Potter just 10 feet away made him restless. He raised his head to locate the other and saw the distinct form of Harry on the other bed. Was he sleeping? Draco went to find out. And there he was, everybody's saviour, The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, sleeping. Harry was on the bed, arms and legs spread out in every direction, eyes closed and he was looking peaceful, the blonde decided. So Draco just stood there, looking at the boy who were to save his soul and his future. He didn't look like he was able to do so, but as a Malfoy, he was aware that things seldom turned out to be what they looked like.

Harry started to move in his sleep, eyes moving under the eyelids and he was mouthing words Draco could not hear. He leaned in closer, put his ear to the other boys mouth.

"No! Don't do that Neville!" the voice was so quiet that even with his ear to the mouth Draco had a hard time understanding.

" They'll get you! Get away!! Watch out… behind you!" Harry was trashing around more and it was difficult for Draco to keep his ear close enough to catch it all, so he put his hands on Harry's shoulders to have more control.

"Luna… don't! Don't make him… don't notice this time…!" to listen more carefully, or so he told himself, Draco got on to the bed, on his knees to, Harry's right.

"Ginny! Ron! Leave!! They're Death Eaters… Who are they?" Harry started to shake and Draco held on tight, leaning in even more.

" What?? No! Let me go… I have to get to…*hmpf* " his arms went flailing all over the place and Malfoy retreated a bit to keep from getting hit. As soon as Harry was quieting down, he leaned in again.

" That one? Look Ron… I know him! Those eyes!!...silver… Neville get away from Luna…NOOOOO!!!
With the last 'noo' Harry bolted up, or tried to, because of Draco being almost on top of him, all he managed to do was tumble up and flop right back down.

"Oh God! I'm sorry! Are you alright Harry?" Harry looked at him from under his ruffled hair "Yeah, Draco… I guess. I'm just not used to waking from… never mind… and finding someone on top of me" he tried to sound angry but failed.

"I didn't… sorry. Not like I was attacking you…" Draco made to leave or at least get up, he was rather uncomfortable, halfway on his knees and torso turned away from Harry.

Harry remembered the nightmare, too well, and he didn't feel like being alone right now. And he definitely didn't feel like starting a new fight with Draco, so he did the only thing that came to mind.

He reached up and grabbed the other boy by his hair and pulled his face close to his own. He looked in to those silver eyes, so similar to the ones in this nightmare, but yet different, softer, and he looked for some indication that he wasn't the only one who wanted this, no! needed this. He saw Draco's lips curl into a little smile and then he was pulled in to the kiss.

Draco was chocked when Harry pulled him in for a kiss, but when Harry didn't make the move to actually follow trough with it, Draco took matters in to his own hands.

As their lips meet Harry felt heat spread trough out his entire body, starting with his lips and spreading downwards. The feeling of those lips, so soft and yet strong and Draco was grinding them against Harry's, his hand was behind Harry's head and he was holding him firmly in place. Not that Harry would want to move away.

The kiss deepened as Harry pushed him tongue between Draco's lips and searched his mouth, discovering him, tasting and devouring him. Their breathing had speeded up and they were both panting, Harry found that he didn't need to have both hands in Draco's soft hair, so he let one of them move lower. Moving till he reached the edge of the robe and he moved for Draco to remove the clothing.

Draco complied, only because Harry did the same and they were both naked to the waist. Their lips never leaving each other, the kiss never breaking. Soon they were on the bed, on their knees, facing each other… almost, if only the pair had their eyes open.

Harry didn't feel like breaking the kiss, not even to catch his breath, out of fear of having to think about what he was doing at the moment. He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that this was Draco Malfoy, the blonde arrogant Slytherin; the person who had to buy his way on to the Quidditch- team with his fathers money, this was the creature who kept insisting that he was above everyone else, this boy had continuously mocked his friends heresy and hexed them repeatedly, just for being who they were. And somehow none of it mattered as long as Draco let his skilled hands run over the Gryffindor's anticipating body, as long the blonde would keep breathing like he was doing right now; breathing warm air in to Harry's mouth, quieting several moans from both of them.

Silver eyes looked at the dark-haired boy; Harry didn't open his eyes, not once. And Draco rather liked the view of how he could see those green eyes move under the thin skin of the Gryffindor's eyelids. He closed his eyes again, the sensations were more powerful when he didn't have to bother with the sense of sight. He let his skin feel all of the heat radiating from the other boy, making his own skin burn everywhere they touched. He let his hand slide down Harry's back, resting it on the firm buttock. He squeezed a little, just to feel the teen next to him squirm.

But, what was he doing? This was Harry Potter, this was the 'hero' he had been told about as a child, this was the filthy, little half-blood who had refused his hand in friendship back in their first year. That insecure, infuriating child had grown up, had somehow become this * his mind pictured a wonderfully naked Harry*. This was all what he father had taught him to hate, to find inferior to himself; Ruffled appearance, glasses, scares, not Slytherin and not pure-blood. And he found that it didn't matter, not with his hands on Harry and Harry moaning out his name just the right way. Not with the taste of the wind and sweetness in his mouth and the sensation of a hurricane of need in his head.

They broke the kiss, both boys looking flustered and red cheeked. None of them had the guts to make eye-contact right away, but they would have to eventually. So then Gryffindor gathered all of his legendary courage and lifted this eyes to meet the ones of the Slytherin. "He looks… different somehow." Harry thought to himself, maybe it was because of the bright colour that grazed his face or the fact that the blonde looked happy.

They had made eye-contact, but none of them were willing to speak first. To talk about what they had just done, or were starting to do, would make it more real, would make it in to something. But the silence was getting awkward and they couldn't not say anything, so Draco cleared his throat and started;" Uhmm… I… we've." He looked down at his hands and tried again;" I mean, what do we do now?" Draco let one of his hands run trough his hair, to try and get it to lie down. He didn't succeed. The Slytherin sat back on his heels, still on the bed but close to running back to his own. Why didn't Harry say anything? He just sat there, gawking at him.

A million thoughts was running trough Harry's brain at the time, his mind desperately tried to make sense of all this and to sort trough all the memories; the sensations. He noticed that the other one was trying to say something and he got his mind to shut up. As the pale blonde pushed a noticeably shaking hand trough his messy, sweaty hair, Harry's heart skipped a beat. He had to run his own fingers trough that hair, he did realice that he had done so not 5 minutes ago, but now he didn't just want to… he needed to. He realised that a lot of his needing was about Malfoy these days. His eyes trailed down to the pink lips and the way they moved as Draco talked, the way they trembled a bit as the boy exhaled.

Looking at the tufts of dark hair that was even more messy and out of place then it used to be, Draco braced himself for Harry not wanting this as he did. "Just look, still sitting there, he must be regretting starting this." Tears of humiliation started to rise in his eyes and he could taste salt in the back of his mouth. "Well, I'm sorry if I have offended you in any way. I must have misunderstood." He said out loud, not looking anywhere in particular and fingering the covers nervously.

The dark haired head snapped up "What! What did you say… Me! Offended??" Harry had to laugh out loud, shaking his head. This was priceless, here he was half-serious about just taking what he needed with out asking and the other one thought him offended He laughed even harder, clutching his hands on his stomach and rocking back and forth.

Draco watched in horror as Harry laughed at him, he was actually laughing so hard that tears stood out of his eyes and he was having difficulty breathing. The Slytherin was used to being cruel to people and he had had people being cruel to him, but nothing had ever hurt, as it hurt him to hear that wonderful laughter aimed at him and just after they had… He closed his eyes, took in a deep, slow breath and said calmly, icy;" I am glad that you are happy, but I do fail to see the humour in this" he gestured to the bed "Would you like to enlighten me, Potter?"

Harry stopped laughing so hard it sounded like he had been slapped across the face. He quickly turned his attention to the blonde and saw that he was close to tears, calm voice or not, he was hurt.

"I wasn't…" but he could tell that Draco wasn't listening, he spoke louder "I wasn't laughing at…"

"Well, you weren't laughing with me, were you?" it icily drawled from the Slytherin, face even more bloodless then usual.

Harry did the only thing that he could think of; he grabbed the other boy by his shoulders and hissed in his ear " If you must know, I was laughing because you were apologizing to me, asking if you had offended me. And all I had been thinking about for the last hour has been about how to get you in bed. Because I physically need to touch you, to wrap my arms around you and make you do everything I want. I have been trying not to attack you, and you think you're the bad one. Get it?"

Draco turned his head to look Harry in the eyes ;" Are you serious?" now he was the one gawking. Harry attacking him, anyone for that matter.

"Yes!" the dark haired one pressed his fingers more deeply into Draco's shoulders to empathize his point and dropped his head a bit to the side.

"But Harry, I'm bigger then you" Draco retorted smartly.

"So… you don't think that I can take you, do you?" Harry let a small smirk play across his lips, licking them slowly, deliberately looking Draco straight in the eyes the entire time.

Draco seemed to ponder about this, shaking his head;" No, I'm stronger then you."

Harry leaned in and let his lips brush against the pale neck; "You forget, Draco. I have the strength of desperation and you don't want to fight me" as if to prove his point, he let his tongue flicker out and play on Draco's skin, smiling as he felt the blonde shiver.

This time Draco was at a loss for words, what could he say to something like that. He swallowed hard, trying not to choke. He tried talking anyway ;" Orhh, Harry… I could take you…" What was he saying? His face felt too hot, cheeks burning.

The otherwise gentle Gryffindor watched was the otherwise sleek Slytherin struggled to find words. He couldn't help sniggering. Here goes, he thought just before throwing himself at Draco.

Draco felt his wrists being held tight, at the same time he felt weight being flung on top of him, pinning him helplessly to the bed. He couldn't yelp or scream as Harry had knocked all the air out of his lungs. His eyes widened as he felt the other boy spreading his legs with his own, and then wiggle from side to side to get comfortable. He struggled against the tanned hands, to get out from under Harry, in vain. He was caught and Harry seemed to have no trouble holding his hands over his head with one hand "there must be magic in this" he had time to think, before the hand that wasn't pinning his arms to the mattress, shoot down his body to his jeans. Not down the jeans, just teasingly stroking the skin at the waistband, Draco couldn't help moaning a little and he could feel Harry being as hard as he was.

Harry had his wand in one hand without Draco even realizing it. He muttered a spell and small robes came from nowhere and bound together the Slytherins fragile wrists. “Silencio” he said next, waving his wand to the room.

“Now, I think we are ready” he said, looking down at the now bound Draco lying under him.

Draco could feel the pleasant excitement that came with surrendering control to someone else, but could he trust Potter? What is this was just a plan to… his thoughts stopped when the teen in question let his warm, wet tongue slide down the side of his neck and down his torso, to rest a little while by his nipples.

Harry could hear by the sharp intake of breath, that the silent boy under him was enjoying this and he continued licking his way down. He was savouring the taste of the clean skin, sweat and the subtle musk of lust.

The blonde had to remind himself of breathing, and it had seemed so easy before. Before the warm tongue had reached the zipper in him jeans and he had heard Harry open it… with his teeth.

“what..” he tried to get Harry’s attention, but the black haired boy was too into what he was doing to notice.

“Harry” he tried squirming his hips, but Harry took that as a sign to keep moving and the Slytherin was getting close to panic.

“Potter!” he said a bit harder and the Gryffindors head snapped up, stunned.

“What.Did.You.Call.Me…Malfoy!” now it was Harry’s turn to sound like ice.


“ I.. “ he looked away “I just wanted you to know that… please… treat me nice, because I-have-never-done-anything-like-this-before-and-I-do-want-you-to-but-I’m-scared” having said that, he closed his eyes and relaxed against the bed."/>

Chapter 1
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