⚠((Warning))⚠

This chapter contains very triggering things in it that include suicide.

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Harry rubbed his hands over his swollen puffy red eyelids. He hadn't slept a wink all week and he had been crying himself to sleep more than he often has because of the fear of going to sleep and having to relive a moment in his life which he doesn't want to remember or just any kind of nightmare that appears in his mind.

Harry cast a lazy "Tempus" and showed that it was around 6:00 in the morning. Frowning to himself, he got up quietly, not wanting to wake anyone up, and sluggishly got dressed into warm clothes. He searched for one of the potion vials in his trunk as he doesn't want to disappoint Draco and feel even worse, and when he grabbed a vile, he drank the whole tube. He then grabbed his invisibility cloak from under his pillow and walked out of the dormitory.

Luckily, he was the only one awake. So, he quickly made his way to the portrait and easily walked out of the common room's portrait. Looking around the corridor he was in, he decided he wanted to go see the morning sky. What better way to do that was to go to the Astronomy Tower?

Harry walked up the stairs and realized he wasn't alone. A girl whose long black wavy hair blowing in the wind was standing by the rails of the Astronomy Tower which kept her from plummeting to her death. "Ivy?" he said, his voice echoing and bouncing off the walls of the Tower.

Ivy turned around to face the Gryffindor. She was surprised to see Harry up this early. "Hello, Harry," she said with a downturned expression, and she was leaning against the rails. She actually prefered to be alone right now so she doesn't get caught doing harmful things to herself.

"Why are you up so early?" Harry had asked her and was puzzled to why a 16-year-old wouldn't have slept in. But knowing how hard it is to actually get some sleep because of the depression, he understands her struggles a little. Depression sucks and he wishes he never had this life. But then there's Draco who he loves so much and would do anything for.

"I could ask you the same, but, I'm normally up early," Ivy said as she turned around to look back up at the daybreak sky. She enjoyed waking up early to watch the sun rise. It was her favourite thing to do. "I couldn't sleep, so I came up here around 4 in the morning."

Harry walked up beside her to admire the view from the Astronomy Tower. It's also when he felt the sharpness of the chilly air on his face The sun was only just above the horizon in the distant and it's yellow gleam covered the mountains and landscape like a heavenly light.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Ivy said but had a frown from on her face. It wasn't actually a question. "The sunset. It's such a beautiful thing in our world that doesn't really get admired much. It should be. Same as the nature of the Earth."

"Yeah, it sure is," Harry said as he admired the beautiful view of the sunrise in the chilly morning. But... not as beautiful as Draco is, he thought and began to think about his wonderful boyfriend who was still fast asleep in the dorm room. He wanted to be with Draco, snuggled up close to him, Draco's arms around him, while tucked in under the sheets.

Harry turned his head to look at her, seeing the frown on her face. But he also saw a red substance on the corner of her mouth. She must have been down in the kitchens earlier eating something with red jam on it. "Is something the matter?" he had to ask, studying her eyes and seeing the same glossiness that Harry had always seen in his own eyes. "Do you need to talk about anything that's happening? And you have red jam on the left side of your mouth."

"No, I'm fine," Ivy said with a dimissed shake of her head, licked the red substance off the corner of her mouth and she looked down towards the grounds of Hogwarts. All the snow since Christmas had melted and flowers were starting to bloom as Spring had started weeks ago. "I'm just waiting on my mother's owl. She sends me an owl every month, mostly about when I get back home and when she goes to work. Boring stuff, really."

"Oh, she doesn't send you any candy's or gifts?" Harry asked her with a sad smile, and as Ivy shakes her head, he felt the same kind of pain Ivy was feeling. "Yeah, it is the same with me. The Dursleys don't care about me, they always give me worthless things. One time, they gave me a box of tissues for my birthday."

Ivy looked at Harry sadly. At least she has someone to cry with but she won't be doing such a thing ever. She prefers to cry alone, inside her 4-poster bed, with privacy charms around her so she isn't heard. "I guess we both have guardians who hate us."

Harry checked the time again. A "Tempus" told him it was nearly breakfast. It was to distract him from tearing up because of that true fact Ivy said. "We should head down to the Grand Hall," he said as he turned away from the sunrise, now looking towards the stairs of the Astronomy Tower. "Breakfast is nearing."

"I guess so," Ivy said depressingly as she walked away from the railings and Harry. She cursed herself for being so stupid to not being careful when with others. But she didn't know Harry would be there. The Gryffindor caught up with her as she neared the stairs down out of the Astronomy Tower.

Ivy was walking into the Great Hall with Harry by her side. Harry had asked her if she wanted to come to sit with him at the Gryffindor table, she agreed with a nod and they sat next to each other. Harry also wasn't sure how he should be feeling as the Witch Weekly magazine came out a few days later with an article about Hermione and her 'love interests'.

It was painful for Harry to see Hermione so hurt and embarrassed because of him. It made everything worse for him. When Hermione did enter the Great Hall, Harry asked her if it would be better if she wasn't seen with him as much.

"You don't have to, Harry," Hermione said anxiously as she crossed her arms over the table. "This will surely blow over in a few days. It would be easier if I didn't hang out with you at all but..."

Harry forced a smile, feeling a little guilty that he was happy to have an excuse to spend the rest of the day with Draco. "It's okay, I understand," he told her honestly. "They'll print some new scandal in a couple of days, and we can all go back to normal."

Hermione nodded and stood up from the table, ready to leave. "I'm going to sit with Pansy today," she said miserably and pushed a long lock of her hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry, Harry."

"Alright, I'll see you soon," Harry replied and watched her leave to the Slytherin table to sit with Pansy Parkinson who looked very surprised to see Hermione. He looked down at a basket of blueberry muffins and sighed, wondering where Draco was.

As they stared at the food on the table, Harry's wish came true as Draco sat down with them. "Hello, Ivy," he said with a simple smile at his cousin and then turned to face his boyfriend. His smile widened. "Hello, Harry," he said amiably, intertwining his hand around Harry's from under the table.

Harry gave an actual smile and squeezed Draco's hand from under the table. He raised their intertwined hands to his mouth and gave Draco's knuckles a quick kiss. "Hello, Draco," he said and his other hand reached up to Draco's hair, brushing a few strands away from those grey eyes he loves. "What brings you, my love, over here?"

"I just wanted to sit with my boyfriend, that's all," Draco told him as he closed his eyes while feeling Harry continue what he was doing. Harry even gave him a surprise kiss to the forehead which he adored with all his heart. "I love you, Harry."

Ivy smiled at the two boys and their little moment which was surrounded by everyone in Hogwarts. She's so proud of them. She feels like a mother to them now. "What about me?" she asked them with a fake pout.

Draco sighed a little quietly and looked over at his cousin, giving her a hard smile. "And you too, Ivy," he said earnestly. As much as he wants to be alone with Harry, he knows not to ignore his cousin and to include her in things like conversations and meet ups.

Harry grabbed a break stick and held it to Draco's mouth with his free hand, remembering on Christmas eve doing the same but with actual bread. "Open up," he whispered but Draco shook his head and Harry watched the Slytherin's cheeks turn pink. "Please? For me?"

Draco rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and nodded. He opened his mouth and when Harry stuck the breadstick in his mouth, he asked, "There, happy now?" He didn't get a verbal answer back, only a nod from Harry. "Good because it's my turn." He grabbed a Strawberry from a bowl and held it in front of Harry's mouth.

Harry chuckled, liking this morning already as he's being fed by his boyfriend. He's missed this too. Draco smirked and rubbed the strawberry on Harry's lips like he was applying lip balm. Harry sat there frozen, his cheeks becoming a little pink, and he didn't knowing what to do but bite into the strawberry.

Draco smiled lovingly at Harry and pulled the half-eaten strawberry away from Harry's mouth. "You're adorable, Harry," he said and ate the rest of the strawberry. Placing the end of the strawberry on his plate, he decided to dish a bowel up of porridge as his breakfast.

"No, you are!" Harry mumbled, and without him seeing, Draco had dished Harry's bowl up with porridge and added a few sultanas to it. It took Harry a few seconds to realize what his blonde Slytherin had done for him. He thanked him by leaning towards him and giving him a peck on the lips.

Draco pressed his lips together after Harry kissed him, he could taste the strawberry on Harry's lips, and he reached back over the table to grab another strawberry. "I highly doubt that's possible, Harry," he said and booped Harry on the nose with that strawberry. "Truthfully speaking, you're adorable and do the most adorable things without realizing."

Ivy tried not to surpass another giggle; she was finding her favourite couple adorable just playing around with food in front of many people and complimenting each other. Seeing her cousin having so much fun with Harry just warmed up her heart.

Harry grabbed the strawberry Draco was holding and held it to his Slytherin's mouth. "Open up that beautiful mouth of yours again for me," he says with a cheeky grin on his face. "Oh, and that's an order."

Draco ate the strawberry without hesitation; he didn't know that he also nibbled and sucked onto Harry's finger as Harry popped the strawberry into his mouth. His eyes widened in shock and embarrassment and he quickly leaned back and unlatched his lips from Harry's fingers. "Merlin's Beard," he said as a light blush spread across his face. "I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry smiled, feeling the wetness from Draco's mouth still on his fingers and it suddenly made him a little hard down there. "There isn't a need to apologize," he said with a shake of his head. "It was my fault after all."

"How is it-?" Draco wanted to ask how it was Harry's fault but then realized what Harry had meant and had done. It was on purpose. "Why, you little snake!" he whispered into Harry's ear with a smirk on his lips. "I bet you liked that. Didn't you?"

Harry definitely liked when Draco would suck on his finger. He wants it to happen again but when he and Draco are alone and not in the Great Hall filled with students. Then he surprised his boyfriend with his three favourite words. "I love you, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

Draco smiled at his boyfriend and felt that familiar heating sensation rise from his chest up to his face. "I love you too, Harry James Potter," he said back and reached his hand up to grab Harry'chin, and he kissed him on the cheek.

Harry smiled at his boyfriend, wanting to just end the space between him and Draco and kiss him in front of everyone. Maybe some other time. "You're cute when you blush," he admits like there's nobody in the Hall but him and Draco. He couldn't even hear Ivy's giggles in front of them. "Did you know that?"

Draco also wanted to kiss Harry, no matter who was watching. He felt his cheeks redden even more at the compliment. "So are you, and yes, I have been told multiple times by my boyfriend about how cute I am."

Ivy felt hungry and grabbed two pieces of toast and put them on her plate. After spreading the red jam that appeared on the table in front of her which is made only for her by the house-elves, she grabbed out her black flask from in her robe pocket and poured a little bit in a goblet then put the flask away.

Harry was watching her. She's seen that flask before at the Yule Ball. His curiosity was eating away at him. "What do you have there, Ivy? And what's with the jam that appeared only for you? Are you Lactose-free or something?" he asked her and moved towards the goblet to take a look at it but Ivy snatched it away a little too quickly like she was the flash. Merlin...

"It's um..." Ivy was stumbling to find a word to use instead of the special sauce she must have in her diet. "It is wine, and yes I'm Lactose Intolerant," she finally admitted over a second of thinking. She's lucky she has the ability to think faster than anyone else. "Don't tell anyone please. About the wine."

Harry nodded but still didn't seem to believe her. But then again he had to. The red liquid smelt so familiar to him. Maybe it was from Aunt Petunia's wines she stores. He wanted to know which one she drank though. "Could I have a taste?" His hand was moving towards her robe pocket.

Ivy snapped his hand away from her robe pocket, feeling her blood rush through her veins. "Harry," she said and calmed herself down within a minute. "It's not for you or Draco. You're too young."

Draco swallowed. This was bad. Ivy was showing her... teeth. Harry doesn't know it. Not yet. But it's better if the fewer people to know the better. He quickly gave Harry a kiss on the cheek, making Harry get distracted by looking at him. He smiled as Harry licked his lips, and so he gave him a quick kiss but leaned away after a few seconds. He then gave Harry a hug, but it was so he can get Ivy's attention by pinching her on the shoulder, making her look at him, and he pointed to his own mouth.

Ivy furrowed her black eyebrows but then understood what he meant. She covered a hand over her mouth and calmed herself down. She started eating her strawberry jam-covered toast and drinking from her goblet.

A few minutes had passed, and Harry and Draco were still ''play fighting'' over who was cuter or not. The school owls came flying in. A couple of barn owls, a couple of Eostrixs', 3 Eastern Grass Owls, and a very peculiar black owl flew right towards Ivy, landing perfectly like it had poise in front of her.

Ivy looked up from her toast and gave a small smile at her owl. "Why hello, Duke Owlington," she said distractedly as she grabbed the letter that was tied onto the Black owl's foot. Her face paled as she noticed it was her mother's letter. It had the same white envelope, the gold cursive letters 'WL'.

"Duke Owlington?" Harry asked as Ivy opened the envelope, now forgetting about the flask of wine Ivy had. He wanted to know why someone would name their owl such a funny name. Of course, Hedwig's a funny name but he was named after someone he read in A History of Magic.

Ivy looked up at Harry and shrugged as she pulled out the grey envelope. "What?" she asked him with a half-smile. She doesn't think it's a bad name. It's cute to her. "I was only 4 when I named him that."

"So, what's the letter about and who from?" Draco asked her and looked down at the letter in her cousin's hand as he began eating the porridge he dished up for himself many minutes ago. The porridge was still quite warm.

"My mother," Ivy said dazedly, slightly frowning at the Passionfruit scent from the envelope. She hoped this letter would be a nice one and nothing negative. "I'm not going to open it yet though. After breakfast, probably." She gave her owl a piece of toast and watched Duke Owlington take off back to the Owlery.

Harry nodded and looked beside him at his boyfriend who he realized was staring at him the entire time. He gave Draco a small smile and the Slytherin returned the smile with a blush. Harry kept staring at Draco and didn't even realize Ivy got up and left. "Hey, where are you going?"

Ivy turned around with a deep sigh, trying to hide her real emotions from sight with a forced smile. "Oh, nowhere special," she said and stuffed the letter from her mother into the pocket of her school robe.

"Oh, okay then," Harry said but furrowed his eyebrows worriedly, knowing she could go anywhere in the school and disappear. He looked back at Draco, catching him staring again. Fuck it. If Gregory, Vincent, And Theodore see this so be it. He slid his hands around Draco's waist and pulled him closer. One of his hands comes up and held Draco's cheek, the other stays by the Slytherin's waist, and Harry tilts his head to the side and connects his lips to Draco's.

In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment as they are in each other's protective cocoon. No bad thoughts, because of the protective cocoon, could separate them or make them feel down.

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Ivy was walking out of the Great Hall and decided to head to Moaning Myrtles Bathroom. When inside the abandoned girl's bathroom, she went and sat beside the sinks. She hesitantly grabbed the letter from her pocket, starting to shake a bit, and read it.

Dear my ungrateful Daughter

You are a sorry excuse of a daughter. You are a disgrace to the world which we live in. I can't believe I never sent you off to an orphanage when I had you, it would have been much easier if you were never born. Honestly, you're lucky you've made it this far in your life. Because timid, anxiety-ridden little girls don't survive long in the real world. They get crushed and don't get back up. But it's not like anyone needs you. I am moving far far away, away from your revolting self. You are a niggling, small, miserable, soulless creature. You got nothing. Good luck finding a home you fowl, slutty, disgusting, piece of trash. Nobody likes you; you dumb, ugly, stupid little brat and you know it. You know what to do next after you've read this letter. Hope I never see you again you disgusting little girl.

sincerely,

Willow LeStrange

Ivy dropped the letter onto the floor, feeling her eyes starting to sting with tears of anger and sadness. She let it all out in a high-pitched, wailing scream.

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Back in the Great Hall, everybody heard the wail. "What was that?" Harry asked at once, scanning the Gryffindors around them as if they'd be able to tell him what that loud noise was. It was as if a banshee had escaped and was running around the castle.

Draco looked up and around the Great Hall, his eyes landing on Pansy and Blaise. All three knew what that noise was, where it was coming from and who made it. He glanced up at Dumbledore who he noted was whispering to McGGonagall, then to Madam Pomfrey. Looking back at Harry he assured him everything was alright. "It's alright, probably a ghoul in the halls somewhere."

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"I have no one," Ivy whispered to herself, a river of tears streaming down her pale face. "I really am stupid, fowl..." She decided this was it. She really did have enough of life as it is. "Is this what you want, mother?" Her voice only raised higher. "Fine, you bitch!"

She searched her robe pocket for her blade which she found in a skull candle sitting lonely on a bookshelf in the Slytherin common room. It was hard to get since the flame in the candle never died or faded. Sighing, she grabbed ahold of her blade but also grabbed a piece of scrunched-up paper from her pocket, and transfigured a chipped tile into a pen and began writing.

To Draco,

I'm sorry, I can't live like this anymore. I have nothing left; I've lost everything. You know how much my mother hates me and how much she abuses me. This summer I lied, I never said she fed me once a day, she fed me once every two weeks. I'm sorry, I just couldn't tell you. I understand if you're angry, I deserve to be hated. I'm just a freak. A freak who's never supposed to have been born.

If you find my mother's letter, you may read it as I won't be here anymore. You don't know how alone I've felt these past few years. Yes, I had you and Pansy, Blaise and I slowly made friends with Harry Potter which I never knew was possible. I'm grateful for the friendship with him, he's a great guy and I know you two deserve to be with one another. You two are like two peas in a pod, inseparable.

Anyway, this isn't about you, it's about me. I'm sorry, Dray. I'm sorry for all the lies I've told you, especially with my muggle friends. They've been ignoring me. Going out with one another and not inviting me. I've felt so worthless, ugly and stupid. I know if you were here with me, you'd be telling me I'm neither of those things and I'm glad. I'm so glad to have you in my life. Without you, I wouldn't have even been alive this year or even last year or the year before that. I have to go now. You are like a brother to me, a brother that I never had. Goodbye, my beloved brother. I love you.

Love, Ivy

Ivy pulled up her sleeves and looked down at her latest cuts. She sent the letter to Draco with a spell, hoping it would get to him after she... They were healed. She took the blade to her skin, slicing her wrist, watching the blood pour out. She watched it in awe, as this would be the last time that she ever felt... Something. She cut again, and again, and again. Ivy had made five cuts, soon enough there were ten. She did the same with her other arm, watching as the scarlet blood dripped down her arms. The blood. Her blood. She cut on her legs, stabbing them, crying out in pain and pleasure. She then blacked out.

*****

Draco had just finished breakfast with Harry at the Gryffindor table and got up to leave for Herbology. He felt Harry's shoulder on his and looked over to see Harry walking side-by-side with him. He linked hands with Harry, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and walked to Herbology with him. His boyfriend really was gorgeous, like a lonely rose resting inside a garden filled with daffodils. So beautiful and pristine. It was a lot of work to even take his eyes off Harry.

Harry smiled at his boyfriend and he pulled him closer a little. A moment of silence crept over the boys as they walked to class. "Let's hurry," he said and started walking a little faster with Draco in tow. He doesn't exactly want a detention. "I don't want us to be late."

As soon as the boys got to Herbology, they found a spot around the large table beside each other. What they wanted was for the class to hurry up and end so they could go find Ivy to make sure she was okay.

"Good morning, my lovelies," said Professor Sprout in her regular happy tone. "Today I'll be teaching you about the Leaping Toadstool. You'll all be repotting them, actually. So get your books out to page 201 and start reading before you start!"

The sounds of books being placed on a wooden table, and pages being opened echoed through the greenhouse. Harry felt like someone was watching him and he expected it to be Draco but when he looked beside him at his boyfriend Draco was already reading about Leaping Toadstools. He looked around the table and that's when he spots Ron looking at him. He gives him a little smile, which his dormmate gives him back.

Draco had two people he had to watch out for. Ivy and Harry. Ever since finding those cuts on Harry's arm, he has been so worried. He is always hoping Harry is okay, someplace safe, away from sharp objects and around people who could hurt him. Harry really is a sweetheart. He is so happy to have Harry in his life. Even if his boyfriend suffers from something, which he does hope he will let spill soon.

Through the first 10 minutes of the class, Draco couldn't help but glance at Harry a few times. He knew Harry was glancing back at him and he liked it. No, he loved it. At times, they would even stare into each other's eyes, admiring the beauty of them.

Harry leaned closer to Draco as he couldn't help it. Every time those silver eyes look into his green ones, his heartbeat would pick up rate and he would feel a little dizzy. Not the bad kind of dizzy. The good dizzy. He was dizzy in love. His hands slide around Draco's waist, and as he sees a lovely gleam in Draco's eyes, he closes his eyes and leans in for a kiss.

Draco smiles lovingly at him, wanting that kiss more than anything. He only gives him a little peck as he and Harry aren't alone in a room somewhere in Hogwarts. "Harry," he whispers and brings his hand up to cup Harry's cheek. "We can do this after class." Harry frowned and looked down at his class work he had to do, and Draco frowned with him and got back to repotting the Leaping Toadstools.

Harry and Draco looked back at each other and smiled. They couldn't help it. They moved back closer to each other, Draco grabbed Harry's waist and dipped him over the table, kissing him gently and carefully, and Harry's arms came up and wrapped around Draco's neck. It was the kind of kiss that steals your breath away but gives it back. It definitely took their breath away. Everything around them became oddly quiet but they didn't mind. Not really.

Harry could feel Draco's blonde fringe lightly tickling his forehead, and he could feel the blonde Slytherin's crotch touching his own. He smiled against his boyfriend's lips, and one of his hands crept up the back of Draco's neck and up through the Slytherin's hair.

Hermione and Pansy were giggling at the two making out in the greenhouse in front of everyone, and Seamus and Dean joined in. Theodore was leaning on the table and rubbing at his chin like he was in thought as he watched Draco and Harry kissing. Gregory and Vincent just stared blankly at the couple snogging over the table.

"Ahem! Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy," Sprout said loudly, her voice booming through the Greenhouse. "As much as I love watching you two showing your love for one another, I do need you to still pay attention and get your work done."

The whole class then erupted into laughter, which made the happy couple pull out of the kiss with deep blushes on their faces. Draco helped Harry back to his feet and gave him one more little kiss before getting back to finishing his class work.

About 10 minutes later, a letter came flying through the Greenhouse but it wasn't delivered by owl. Draco grabbed the letter in mid-air as it flew towards him and read it. He sighed sadly at Ivy's letter and what she was trying to do. How could she do this? Where was she? What happened to her?

"Draco, what's wrong?" Harry asked concerningly, his eyebrows raised. He put a hand on Draco's shoulder for reassurance and leaned closer. "What does it say?"

"It's Ivy," Draco said quietly, not wanting anyone in the class to find out. He needed to find her and bring her to the Hospital Ward. "She's trying to kill herself. She can't though." He felt a pair of arms around him, giving him a hug. Such cosy and soothing arms. He felt Harry's head lean onto his shoulder.

Pansy and Blaise heard what Draco said, and with a nod, Pansy stopped what she was doing and hurried over to Professor Sprout. Harry watched her lean down to whisper something to their Herbology professor, who nodded with a worried look on her face. Then Pansy leaves the greenhouse.

"Read it," Draco deadpans, giving Harry the note, and Harry scanned over the letter and his frown deepened. It was a suicide note. He had never written one of these before because at the Dursleys' he knew nobody would care about the letter or about his death. Uncle Vernon would probably just chuck him in a fire and burn him into ashes. He looked up at Sprout, note still in his hands. "Professor, Draco and I have to go find someone."

"Very well, you and Mr Malfoy may go," Professor Sprout said without asking for a reason as she saw the looks of worry on the boy's faces. 

Harry left the note on the table, grabbed Draco's hand and rushed out of the classroom with the Slytherin by his side. They ran, not knowing where they were going. Every corridor felt like a dead end, and they both hoped they would reach Ivy in time.

"Where would she go if she was feeling like this?" Harry asked quickly, not wanting to say the rest in case it hurt Draco even more. The thought of doing so would make him hurt all over. "Hang on, what do you mean earlier? She is trying to kill herself but cannot?"

"She'd be at that moaning girl's bathroom," Draco managed to stumble out the words and they headed to the second floor of the castle. They both could smell the metallic smell of blood as they entered the abandoned girl's bathroom. Draco saw what he dreaded since reading that note; Ivy lying on the floor, blood soaking her wrists and robe.

"Fuck!" Harry yelled, running a fast hand through his hair, and looked beside him at Draco who didn't even shed a tear. He looked sad but he wasn't crying as if this sight wasn't the most horrible he's ever seen. It's as if he's seen it before. 

Draco saw the letter Ivy's mother sent and read it. How dare a mother say that to her own daughter! How dare a mother make her daughter feel like this! 

Harry watched as Draco just stared at the witch bleeding out on the floor as if waiting for something to happen. Harry started to walk towards the girl bleeding out on the floor but Draco grabbed his hand, stopping him. 

"Don't bother," the blonde says in a low drawl. Harry looks at him in complete disbelief, but then his eyes linger on the girl on the floor who grunted, the blood pooled by her wrists began to disappear as if evaporating. She began to shake as she stumbled to her hands and knees. Harry stepped forward, wanting to help her but Ivy's whipped her head around, looking at him. 

Harry's face paled; the girl's eyes were blood red and angry, her breathing heavy and forced, and she bore long pointy fangs where her canines were. "W-what?" he stammered, and hearing him, the witch was up on her feet in an instant. 

Draco stood in front of Harry, blocking her from him and he raised his wand at her. He had an expressionless look on his face and Harry watched him in shock, it was a split-second move when Ivy flung herself at them and Draco sent a spell at her, stunning her. She fell to the floor, unmoving. 

Harry stood frozen to the spot. It looked as if Ivy was going to attack them, and Draco defended him. It's as if he's done this before. He looked at the unmoving, quiet girl on the floor. He was so confused and shocked. "Draco... What?! She - Ivy, erm... what?"

Draco then gently cast a levitation spell on Ivy's body, and she rose up, her arms dangling by her sides. Harry had a moment's glance when Ivy's arms came into view. She had scars on her wrists but no fresh cuts were seen as if what she had done didn't happen at all. "I'll tell you everything," Draco tells him in a flat tone. "Just help me get her to Madam Pomfrey."

Harry nodded. They rushed out of the bathroom and headed to the Hospital Ward. About 3 minutes later the boys get stopped by Professor McGonagall in the corridors. "Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy, stop!" yelled Professor McGonagall from around the corner.

Both boys slowed down and watched as the professor stormed towards them with a very familiar note in her hands. "What is the meaning of this?" she asked at once worriedly. "I have been to Promona Sprout after she fire-called me about the note. She and the rest of the professors are all looking for..." Then she saw the floating girl behind the boys. "Ivy... What happened to her?"

"There's no time for explanations Professor, we have to get Ivy to Madam Pomfrey immediately!" Draco said quickly and his expression crossed with worry and exhaustion. It was tiring carrying a body with his magic. It was slowly draining him. "She'll need a blood regeneration Potion, I believe. Or blood and a whole lot of it to drink."

McGonagall nodded firmly, and Harry looked between the two, confused and horrified. Blood to drink? He should know known... Red eyes, pointy fangs, red "wine" she keeps in a flask, her very own jams and sauces that appear when she wants them, and blood? She was a damned vampire. But also a witch? A witch-vampire!

"Yes, very well, this way!" said the Professor and she helped the boys with levitating Ivy. The boys followed her around, then finally made it to the Hospital Wing, ran inside with a still unconscious Ivy Black in the air and laid her down on a bed.

Madam Pomfrey came in from her office and rushed to Ivy's side. She looked down at the scars on the witch's arms and legs. She knew exactly what they were as she knows of a few suicidal students. She walked over to a cupboard nearby, grabbed a blue liquid potion and went back over to her. Opening Ivy's mouth slightly, she poured a few droplets of the potion into her mouth.

"Calming Potion for when she wakes up," the medic witch says. "To stop her from committing bloodshed. We don't need a young hungry vampire roaming the halls of Hogwarts feasting on anyone she finds."

Harry focused back on the Professor as two chairs were summoned by Ivy's bed which he and Draco sat down on. "She tried to take her own life," he said with a frown and intertwined hands with Draco just to reassure himself and Draco that everything would be fine. How can this... witch-vampire go from being depressed and committing suicide to becoming a blood-drinking vicious monster?

"The poor thing," McGonagall said, wiping a single tear from her eye and didn't notice when Professor Snape and Professor Sprout had walked into the Hospital Wing. She scanned the note, tore it apart, chucked it in the bin and spat, "What kind of mother would say something like that to her own child!"

"Oh, how is she doing?" asked Professor Sprout carefully to Madam Pomphrey. "Mentally and physically is what I want to know."

Madam Pomphrey made a small incision in the girl's skin on her arm, to the young boy's horror. She watched as the cut on the young girl's arm had healed a little too quickly to her knowledge of cuts and wounds. She dabbed a wet cloth over the faded cuts to remove the blood from Ivy's limbs and spelled her robes clean of blood. "Mentally I really don't know," she told the other Professor, frowning. "Physically, she will be okay. She's our only half-witch, half-vampire in Hogwarts." 

"Half witch, half vampire," Draco muttered with a nod. "She's tried to kill herself many times but cannot. Jumping off the Astronomy Tower once does nothing, it just takes a few minutes until she's back on her feet. Cutting herself doesn't help either as she heals the minute she washes the blood off her arms. She cannot die."

Madam Pomfrey scanned the girl's body with her wand, going from head to toe. She hesitated when she got to the girl's eyelids. She could see something very odd, like a round plate over the girls eye but when she lifted an eyelid up all she saw were blue eyes. She looked at the two boys, not knowing if they know this already. "Did you know Miss Ivy Black wears contact lenses?" she asked them and then looked up at the three professors. "Her blue eyes are fake. Does anyone know of her real eye colour?"

Draco shook his head, and so did Harry. They had no idea she wore contact lenses. "We never knew of this, Madam Pomphrey," Draco informed her. Perhaps sending Ivy here was too dangerous. "I've never seen her put contact lenses in at all. I thought those eyes were real."

"Where are all the other professors? Are they still looking for her?" Harry asked all the adults surrounding him, Draco, and Ivy. He was still in shock at hearing all of this. Ivy has committed suicide many times before but her vampire abilities don't allow her to die? That's like torture... 

"Mr Malfoy, Mr Potter, this isn't the first time a Hogwarts student has tried to commit suicide," Professor McGonagall told him, and her usual strictness had gone, faded. "And yes, they're still out looking for her. Even the Prefects and Heads of Houses. But they were told not to tell anyone about what they're doing."

"You two better be off," Madam Pomphrey said with a smile that reassured the boys that Ivy would be okay. "Ivy will just be a little shaken up when she awakens. That's all. She'll probably wake sometime this afternoon, so you may come by then."

Draco sighed lightly, glad to still have Ivy with him and Harry and that she wasn't... dead and fully-vampire. "Thank you, Professors," he replied soberly as he needed to thank them for being here with Ivy. He then got up with Harry and walked out of the Hospital Wing hand in hand with him. When they little were far away from the Hospital Wing, Draco pulled Harry into a hug and started sobbing uncontrollably in his arms.

Harry hugged back gently, heart-wrenching at the blonde's cry, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Shh... It's going to be okay, Draco," he told him soothingly, holding in all what he's learnt today. He doesn't know if he should be frightened that there's a live vampire student in Hogwarts or intrigued. The only werewolf he has come by is Remus Lupin. "We should go somewhere until evening, just to relax and cuddle." He leaned away from the hug and raised his hands up to the Slytherin's face so he could wipe away the falling tears with his thumbs. "Sound good?"

Draco nodded and stared into Harry's green eyes full of emeralds. He couldn't help but lean in and end the space between himself and Harry. He needed this, he wanted this. When he felt Harry kiss back, he began to calm down. He leaned his head on Harry's shoulder. "Okay," he eventually said and leaned away from the hug, wiping his eyes on his robe sleeve. "Lead the way, Harry."

Harry and Draco were walking around the castle for what felt like hours, looking for a place to go by themselves when it hit them, straight in the face. It literally hit them. "Oww!" Harry and Draco both winced, rubbing at their foreheads.

"What was that?" Harry asked as he was looking straight down a corridor. What was it he and Draco bumped into? Is there an invisible wall somewhere?

Draco had his hand up in front of him like he was in the dark with no light source feeling around for something the naked eye couldn't see. "I think this is a portrait, but then again, it looks so real," he said in wonder, staring at the corridor they somehow crashed into. He definitely felt something in front of them.

"Oh, don't you think it's big enough to hold a secret passageway behind it?" Harry asked him while placing his hands out in front of him and feeling the enormous portrait for himself. It was almost scary to know there were secret places like this. Who else would be hidden in the castle?

"Yeah, I bet there's a-" Draco found a wall torch a little beside the giant portrait. "Yes!" He opened the portrait by the wall torch which revealed a dark hidden passageway. Curiosity got the best of him. "Want to see where it leads?"

Harry nodded excitedly and grinned. He just hoped it wouldn't lead him and Draco to something bad like a pit of lava or vipers. "Sure."

They both got out their wands and cast a "Lumos" so they could see in front of them as they entered through the dark hidden passageway. They walked on and on until they noticed that the passageway became brighter and the floor and walls were covered with what looked like vines. They then came to a mysterious wooden door with more roots and vines snaking up and around the door and a little wooden carved symbol of a badger on the doorknob. Harry and Draco both looked at each other, looking to see if the other agrees to open the door.

With a click, the door opened to what looked like a beautiful large pristine garden, with long meadows of flowers, a pond, and a white gazebo. Draco and Harry both cast a quick "Nox" to take away the light from their wands as they smiled at the beautiful scenery before them, smelling the different types of smells and listening to the different noises the garden had to offer.

"This is brilliant!" Harry said and his eyes widened with amazement. He smiled widely at the gardens before him. He has never seen such gardens before in his life. One thing he knows for sure is that these gardens are nothing compared to Draco's beauty. This Slytherin makes him feel all fluttery and dizzy inside. But how could a large garden be inside the castle?

"It sure is, Hun-" Draco said but paused, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks. He has never called Harry Hun or Honey. Harry calls him those words. He saw Harry turn to smile at him, so he returned the smile and glanced down at Harry's lips. "I-"

Harry cut Draco off by reaching his hand up, trailing his thumb down Draco's cheeks to his lips. He looked up into Draco's silver eyes and leaned towards him, kissing him square on the lips. Draco kissed Harry back slowly, smiling in between the kiss and cupping his hand over Harry's chin while his other hand slid around Harry's waist. They stayed like this for over a minute, kissing each other so lovingly but they had no intention to feel anything sexual. They both pulled out of the kiss panting for air, as they rested their foreheads against each other.

Harry looked into Draco's warm grey eyes, feeling his heart pound in his chest for his Slytherin boyfriend. "Just in case you need remembering, you're honestly so beautiful."

Draco looked into Harry's emerald green eyes lovingly. Merlin, he loves his Gryffindor boyfriend. Two can play it at that. "No, you're beautiful," he told Harry honestly with a smile, his face only becoming pinker. "You're so beautiful I feel like I'm wasting my time when I'm not looking at you."

Harry snorted; that was so cheesy! He shook his head and smiled sweetly at him, knowing his face was probably as red as a tomato now because of the compliments. "No, that's impossible," he tells him lightly. "You're more beautiful than, erm, well, I dunno. Earth? You might not see it, but I do."

Draco felt himself blush and he shook his head. "Harry, you have your scars, and that is alright," he said while giving Harry's nose a kiss. "They are part of you and you're beautiful just the way you are."

Harry's blush darkens and he swears the colours of his cheeks are tomato red. He leaned in for another kiss, lifting both of his arms around Draco's neck and the Slytherin wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him in closer. As soon as they felt they needed air, they broke apart, smiled at each other lovingly and walked, hand in hand, towards the gazebo which had another emblem of a badger. They both placed their wands on the table and sat down on the wooden chair under the gazebo, next to each other, Harry laying his head on Draco's shoulder.

Harry looked into Draco's eyes again and tucked a single strand of white-Blonde hair behind his ear and kissed his cheek. "Stay here," he said while getting up and moving towards the meadow of flowers.

Draco watched Harry go to the flower meadow and smiled lovingly. He watched as Harry searched the meadow for the perfect flower. Draco then zoned out and thought about Ivy being in the Hospital Wing. She would love this, he thought with a frown. I hope that sometime I can show her this astonishing place. He knew this place would brighten her day up as she loved nature and its animals.

Harry looked around the meadow, seeing poppies, daffodils, roses, lilies and Azaleas. He decided to grab a rose because it's the flower of love and romance. Without getting pricked by the rose, he walked back towards the gazebo to Draco. He walked up the steps, nearly tripping over the last step but managed to steady himself, and sat next to Draco.

Harry laid the red rose he picked on Draco's right ear, smiled and looked into Draco's stunning eyes. "I've been thinking about that first kiss with you that morning in the magical room," He said as he was feeling a blush across his cheeks as he stared deeply into Draco's eyes. They called the room by the colour theme it gave them every time the room changed, so blue for Ravenclaw, red for Gryffindor and so on.

Harry thought that this was the most, and the first romantic thing he ever had done in his life. He has always wanted to see a real garden and the best thing about it is that Draco's here with him. The sounds of the small waterfall rushing water into the pond, the birds chirping, the sounds of the wind blowing through the trees made the moment seem magical.

Draco blushed even more from Harry giving him a rose and from what Harry had told him just then. "Yeah that really was a wonderful kiss, by the way, Harry," He said as he gave Harry a beautiful smile that he knew Harry loved. "You're a really good kisser too. I love your kisses and I love you." He then leaned in to kiss Harry before he could answer back.

Harry kissed back eagerly, feeling as if the moment could last forever. Feeling Draco's soft, warm lips on his own caused an electric sensation to rush through him, a powerful sensation that only this Slytherin could give him. As their lips separated, they never broke eye contact but they both blushed and smiled at each other. Draco gave Harry a forehead kiss just to make the moment a bit more special.

All of a sudden, 2 Rainbow Lorikeets, 1 Cockatoo and a Galah came out of nowhere, carrying what looked like a picnic basket. The air had suddenly smelt like Pumpkin pasties, Butterbeer and treacle tart. The boys watched in utter surprise as the birds slowly and carefully dropped the picnic basket onto the table they were sitting at. Draco opened the basket to reveal A couple of Pumpkin pasties, two Butterbeers and two little Treacle Tarts.

Draco and Harry looked at each other even more surprised, they didn't think this could happen in a garden. But this was Hogwarts, anything could happen if you knew where to look.

Harry looked into the basket, smelling and seeing the mini Treacle Tarts he loved. Most of all there was warm Butterbeer too. "What in Merlin's Name?" he asked the basket of food like it would spit out the answer to him. "How is this even possible?"

Draco saw a note on top of the picnic basket and read it out loud. Although the handwriting wasn't that neat, so he found it a bit hard to read.

To Harry Potter

Dobby made Harry Potter and Mr Malfoy some Afternoon Tea.

Congratulations on finding the hidden Hogwarts Garden of Amare.

Legend has it that only true soulmates can come across this Garden.

From Dobby.

Draco smiled at the note. How did Dobby know he and Harry were here? "Seems like your Elf made us Afternoon Tea," he said with a warm little smile. "How very kind of him." The question about how the elf knew about this place still lingered in his brain. Unless, all house-elves know of the place.

Harry nodded and dug into the basket for a treacle tart. He hasn't had this in ages! "Dobby is the best elf friend I've ever had," he told the Slytherin happily. "Even if he still thinks of himself as a servant."

"We must not let this food go to waste," Draco said and fished out a pumpkin pastry and a Butterbeer. He held up his Butterbeer as he said, "Cheers to love, laughter, and a happy ever after."

Harry grabbed out his own Butterbeer from the picnic basket and raised it to Draco's. He clinked their Butterbeer bottles together with a little smile and they both took a sip. The warm liquid ran down his throat and warmed his stomach up from the inside. "Would this be our second or third date together even if we didn't exactly plan it?"

Draco shrugged. "This is probably our third date together," he told the Gryffindor who began to eat a Treacle tart and drink his Butterbeer. "But every time I am with you feels like a date." He noticed Harry got a little bit of Butterbeer on his lip. It was distracting. "You have a little something on your lip." He pointed to where the butterbeer moustache was situated on Harry's lip.

Harry blushed a little and licked his bottom and top lip. He wasn't that embarrassed over it though as he's done this multiple times when around Draco. "Did I get it?"

Draco sighed and shook his head, feeling a fun and daring thought pop into his mind. "No, it's still there. Here, let me get it for you," he said as he leaned closer to Harry, licking the Butterbeer of Harry's lip and then embracing him in a kiss. He parted Harry's lips with ease due to Harry not fighting back for the entrance of his own mouth and he slipped his tongue into the Gryffindor's perfect mouth.

Harry, surprised, kissed back and moaned a little from the Slytherin's tongue in his mouth but then Draco pulled away. He rolled his eyes at Draco and his playfulness while feeling a ball of Draco's saliva run down his tongue. "You're such a tease," he said with a smile and finished off his Treacle Tart.

Draco smirked back at his boyfriend whose taste was in his mouth. He then started eating his Treacle Tart and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "This is actually pretty good and it's less sugary than I thought it would be." He caught Harry staring at him, "Like what you see, Potter?"

Harry smiled back at Draco and nodded. He couldn't lie to his boyfriend. "Yes, I do like what I see," he said firmly and finished off his Butterbeer only a few seconds later.

Draco smiled lovingly back to Harry and he reached under the table for Harry's hand. When he found the soft hand he loved holding, he brought it up to his mouth and placed kisses everywhere on the back of Harry's hand, and his knuckles, and his fingers.

Harry bit his lip at the feeling of Draco's tongue licking up and down his fingers. He pictures something else that's not his fingers Draco could be licking like that. To distract himself from those thoughts, and the sudden hardening in his pants wanting to be licked like that by Draco, he grabbed his wand with his free hand and cast a quick "Tempus" that showed it was nearly 2 pm.

They had 30 minutes until Madam Pomfrey would let Ivy go. "Want to go walk around and look through this garden?" he asked the Slytherin, continuously smiling and watching as Draco's eyes looked up at him. "I have been wondering if this garden is endless."

Draco nodded, smiling at Harry at the thought of discovering places in this garden with his boyfriend. "Let's go," he replied with eyes that sparkled with excitement and he stood up. He held out his hand for Harry to take in his.

Harry reached his hand over to Draco's and held on to it as he stood up. They walked off the gazebo and followed a cobblestone rock path leading towards what looked like a forest. The wind, though the boys had no clue where it was coming from, sent a shudder of movement through the branches. Sun-dappled leaves created flickering shadows the further Harry and Draco walked under. Pinecones and acorns were scattered over the ground under the trees. Animal Burrows were tucked underneath the tree roots. The boys even saw a Jackalope, a few tree snakes, bluejays, hummingbirds and other birds flying around.

Harry's eyes suddenly spotted an interesting circle pattern made with flowers. "A fairy ring?" he said and kneeled down to take a better look at it. He remembered a kid's Television show by the name of 'The Fairies' and how fairies happily sang and danced around the fairy ring. It was a boring show to him.

Draco looked at Harry and smiled. "Ah, a fairy ring," he said as he now was seeing the peculiar ring of flowers and mushrooms a few feet away from them. "Yes. They are quite the decorative beings. My mother has some in her Greenhouses, they help light the place up during the night."

"Oh? Muggles do believe in fairies, but only muggle children do. Muggle adults stop believing in Fairies as they believe Fairies are a figment of their imagination as they grow up," Harry says as he reaches out to touch the flowers. There were daisies and poppies in the flower ring. He didn't want to move the flowers out of the ring in case the fairies gets mad at him. "I only know of Fairies from a muggle Television show. TV for short. Although, I did see a fairy in my Aunt's garden once but it flew away."

"A muggle what?" Draco asked as he scratched at his chin, confused with what Harry was talking about. All he knows about muggles are phones from what Ivy's told him. That's all. What's a TV?

Harry started looking down the narrow cobblestone path, thinking about where it would lead too if he and Draco were to follow it further down to see where it goes. "It's basically like a picture to us wizards, and how they move. Muggles call or moving pictures a TV," he said blankly then looked up at the Slytherin. "It's where they watch things that have been recorded by other muggles."

"Oh, I understand now," Draco said with a nod but was still confused about how muggles know about fairies. Who told the muggles that fairies exist? Did they get punished? Why would some wizarding folk expose the existence of fairies?

Harry stood up and returned to Draco's side. He gave him a kiss on the cheek and then began to start walking down the cobblestone path. He was intrigued by what lay ahead of them. "We should explore more, we don't know what we might find."

Draco smiled when feeling Harry's lingering kiss on his cheek and caught up to him in a jog. "Sure."

Harry grabbed Draco's hand and held it in his as they continued down the cobblestone pathway with trees covering them from the sun's rays above them. It's what Harry didn't understand, as he looked up at the sky and didn't see castle walls around them or a roof above them. It was as if they had teleported to a different place or maybe realm. He rushed in front of Draco, making him stop with a hand on his stomach, and planted a kiss on Draco's nose.

Draco looked down at his nose where his boyfriend kissed him and smiled. His face felt a little warm now. It was a familiar warmth feeling. He was blushing and he gave a little kiss to Harry's chin. 

Harry smiled and leaned away, looking at the ground. He grabbed Draco's hand and pulled the Slytherin down the pathway to keep going through the forest. "We really should do this again as our next date," Draco says. "Unless you want to go somewhere else for our next date."

"I'd like to try something new," Harry said with a light shrug and began to think about where he and Draco could go. A dinner date perhaps? He wants to go to a restaurant for dinner but he and Draco aren't allowed to go to Hogsmeade during the night. "Where should we go for that date?"

Draco looked back up at the Gryffindor and smiled warmly at him. "Perhaps somewhere away from Hogwarts?" he suggested with a squeeze of their entwined hands as if he sensed exactly what Harry wanted. He was looking forward to that day already, whenever it would be.

"Sure, we can probably do that," Harry said with a nod and he pulled Draco closer. He leaned towards the blonde and gave his neck a kiss. "When and what time should our date be?"

Draco hesitated a little as he didn't want to arrange anything right now. He was to busy stressing out about if Ivy was okay. "We actually should probably head back now," he said and reminded himself that Ivy could wake up any minute now. He needed to be by her bedside when she woke up. He had a lot of questions to ask her.

Harry understood and nodded but felt a little sad that Draco skipped his question. He loved the topic of dates when it arrises. "Of course, Hun," he said with a wink at Draco for what was probably the third time that day.

Draco blushed at the pet name but continued to head through the forest and back to the door leading out of the garden. When both Draco and Harry stood at the exit to the gardens, they looked back and admired the view for what felt like would be the last time. They knew it wouldn't be their last time because they would come back soon.

Harry finished looking around at the scenery and looked back to Draco. He could never pry his eyes away from Draco even for a little while. "So... are we going to tell anybody about this place or keep it a secret?"

Draco looked at the scenery once more. "I actually was hoping we could keep it just between you and I, like it's our place," he says. "But I also want to show Ivy. She will absolutely love this place; she loves nature and animals!"

Harry looked over and smiled at Draco sadly, "I would like that too, keeping the gardens a secret," he said softly. "And I don't mind her coming here, as long as it stays between the three of us. Yes, Climate Change exists, unfortunately."

Draco opened the door leading out of the gardens back into the corridors of Hogwarts. He still doesn't know what Climate Change is. "What exactly is Climate Change?" he asks Harry curiously.

Harry walked through the doorway, cast a quick "Lumos," and waited for Draco to close the door. He was thinking about, since the Slytherin mentioned his house, if he should he tell him about their first year and the sorting. And he didn't want to scare the Slytherin with what Climate Change is. "Well, actually... to tell you one thing, the hat nearly put me in Slytherin. It was my first option, but I denied it as I was told some biased things about the house of Slytherin."

Draco looked at Harry in surprise and closed the door with a 'Slam'. He began walking through the tunnel and bombarded Harry with questions. "What?!" he asked in disbelief but he knew that face Harry gave him. Harry wasn't lying. "The hat put you in Slytherin? How come you never told anyone? Why did it try putting you in Slytherin? You're the most Gryffindorish Gryffindor in the house of Gryffindor!"

Harry sighed from all these questions he must answer even if it was only one. "I never told anybody because, well, everyone thinks that anything associated with Slytherin is dark," he stated. "If I didn't reject the hat's sorting me into Slytherin, I'm sure that they'd all lose hope in the good side of the Wizarding World."

Draco raised an eyebrow, wondering if that would really be a bad thing. "Oh, I get that," he said with a distant nod. "But, how would showing a few Slytherin traits ruin their 'Chosen one'?"

Harry just stared at the ground blankly. "You know, Slytherins being Dark and Evil from what everyone says and believes," he said and looked up at the blonde Slytherin. "Do you get me?"

Draco nodded. He understands his boyfriend's worries now. "We're not really evil though," he says with a sad look, not understanding why anyone would believe that. "Yes, Slytherins can be power-hungry but only for Power over others like higher ranks in a community. Yes, most death Eaters are Slytherins but there are a lot of us Slytherins who are just as kind-hearted as every other Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff."

"True, but last year we caught a Gryffindor Death Eater," Harry told him, nearly bitterly at the memory of the rat man. "His name is Peter Pettigrew." He frowned as he knows Peter was one of his fathers friends. How could the man betray his father? "Well, we didn't catch him. He ran off in his animagi form."

Draco's face froze in horror. He knew that name from somewhere. The name was all over the news years ago. It's why Sirius Black was sentenced to Azkaban for killing Peter. "Peter Pettigrew? Didn't he die from murder by Sirius Black?"

Harry shook his head, feeling slightly guilty for that day. Didn't Draco know Sirius wasn't a killer? Why would his godfather, and best friend of his dad, kill their old best friend? "No, he faked his own death so Sirius would get caught and get sent to Azkaban. One day I hope to tell the Wizarding World of Sirius' innocence."

The boys were disrupted as they got to the end of the secret passageway. Draco looked around for the same trigger to open the portrait, pulled the unlit wall torch, and with a 'click' the portrait swung open. They peeked their heads out, scanning the corridors for any students. Luckily, there were no oncoming students, so they rushed out, letting the portrait close up and hurried along to the Hospital wing to see how Ivy's doing.

Draco and Harry ran through the corridors of Hogwarts until they were at the Hospital wing, panting, hand in hand. They both walked through the entrance doorway towards the bed where Ivy lay with mint coloured curtains shut around her. They hoped she was awake and is able to talk about things though they knew talking wouldn't be something she wants to do.

"Madam Pomfrey?" Draco called out through the Hospital Wing, feeling slightly concerned that the medic witch was not around to make sure Ivy wouldn't leave and try anything else. He hoped to Salazar that Ivy's alright and sane.

"Yes?" Madam Pomfrey walked out of her office to see the two boys who carried Ivy earlier in by the door. "Oh, hello dears. You're here to see Miss Ivy Black. She's all fine, been healed and is under Elixir to Induce Euphoria. It lasts a couple of days so that should probably help her heal her mental state. Side effects are excessive singing and nose-tweaking. Any questions?"

Harry shook his head and just as he was about to thank her, Draco was pulling him over to Ivy's bed. They opened the curtains and there she was, Ivy, but with a smile on her face, and she was reading that latest copy Witch Weekly.

Ivy looked up at the two boys and beamed like there was nothing wrong with her and that she hasn't tried anything. "Draco, Harry!" she said a little too loudly and put the magazine down beside her thighs. "It's so great to see you two again! Where have you been? I've been dying to know what my favorite couple has been doing."

Draco sat on her bed and wrapped his arms around her oddly excited body. Since she is happy, he might as well talk to her about what she had tried doing. "We care about you so much, Ivy," he tells her gently. Beside him, Harry was watching the goth closely as if any minute her eyes could turn that blood red colour again and she could jump at him. "Please, never do something like that again. Promise me you won't."

Ivy pulled out of the hug, looking at her woeful cousin and wiped away the tear from his face. She smiled at him and his worry for her, but she was okay. No, she was more than okay. She was happy. "Thank you," she said and gave him a pat on the shoulder, then she looked up at Harry. "I promise I will not do it again. I'm sorry you had to see me before, Harry."

Harry hesitated; the goth's blue eyes were glued to him like her red eyes were only an hour ago. His heart broke to know that the girl is so broken. Now she seems happy like nothing happened at all. "Ivy, there's so much out there for you, not just Draco and I," he told her softly. "There are so many places to explore and see through the world. You will find that special girl and she will lift you off your feet. You are worth so much, you were gifted with this life and gifted with the friendship between the three of us."

Draco looked up at Harry with a soft smile and mouthed 'I love you', compassionately. He then looked back down at Ivy with the same smile placed on his lips. "Indeed, you are my one and only cousin, and I'd hate to lose you to anything. I love you; Harry loves you, same does Pansy and Blaise. You're not alone in this world."

Ivy both looked at her two friends and smiled greatly. "You guys, Pansy and Blaise are the only reason why I can still get up in the morning and live," she told them in a bubbly tone like the conversation wasn't sad at all. "I love all of you so much! You lot are the best friends a girl could ever wish for."

Draco and Harry frowned at what she just said and how happy she seemed still. It's like she was a robot who had only one emotion. Surely there must be something other than me, Pansy and Draco that she'd live for, Harry thought and looked to his boyfriend and mouthed 'I love you, too' since he didn't get to say it back.

"By the way, what's with the rose on your ear?" Ivy asked Draco curiously with a raised eyebrow, pointing at the red rose on her cousin's ear. So that's why she could smell roses when they weren't even in the Hospital Wing. It was sweet to see but there isn't any rose bushes around Hogwarts that she knows of. Unless she's too blind to see them.

"Oh," Draco said and a blush rose to his cheeks. He smiled up at Harry who still stood by the bed. "Ask him! He's the one who gave it to me, the sweet bastard."

Ivy then looked up at Harry and smiled knowingly. So that's who put a nice red rose on her cousins ear? She should have known. "That's very sweet of you to do, Harry," she said amiably with a hand over her heart. "My cousin is really lucky to have you as his boyfriend."

Harry nodded and smiled at Ivy, "I'm the lucky one to have Draco, actually." Who would make him happy without Draco? Who would give him hugs, kisses, and love? "He sure is beautiful, isn't he?" It wasn't a question at all as he knows the answer very well.

Draco blushed a deeper shade of red and smiled back at Harry. He hoped his face wasn't as red as his mother's lipstick. "I love you, Harry. So much that you wouldn't understand."

Harry rolled his eyes playfully at the confession which he truly loves hearing and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. "I love you too, Draco. More than anything in the world."

Ivy looked up at the two boys and giggled at them. She loves watching these two lovebirds kiss, and hug, and cuddle if she ever catches them doing so. She wants to catch Harry and Draco in the act of kissing and cuddling. But every time she wants to find them, they just disappear. It's like they went to someplace without her seeing.

Draco looked over at Harry with a smile on his face, glad Harry could make his cousin laugh with these simple loving gestures and words he and Harry tell each other every day. "Do that again," he tells him quickly with a little poke on the side. "I think she likes it."

Harry kissed his boyfriend on the cheek again, but then he kissed him down to Draco's jawbone and kept going until he reached the Slytherin's neck. He gave him kisses on the neck everywhere, not knowing that Draco's closing his eyes and parting his lips like he's in pleasure. His kisses become a little sloppier, and he starts using his tongue to just tickle Draco's neck. He stopped what he was doing and leaned away when he heard Draco moan.

Ivy's smile grew wider at the sight of her two favorite people giving kisses to each other and let out another giggle. The look on her cousin's face when Harry started nearly giving him hickeys was exciting to see. "Guyyyssssssss, stopppppp!"

Harry ignored her request and began to kiss Draco square on the lips in front of Ivy. Draco tilted his head to the side and kissed him back eagerly. When Harry kissed his neck... he couldn't explain it. He started becoming hard when Harry started using his tongue, and he just lost it. He wanted Harry alone, somewhere private, stripping each other of their clothes so he could give Harry the same feeling Harry gave him.

Ivy rolled her eyes and sighed, wishing she had someone to do that with. Well, she had all the Beauxbaton girls who're either lesbian or bisexual to have a little fun with during the night. But it's always a one-time thing, and most of the girls are straight. She wants someone to share love to forever. "Alright, you can stop now. You guys are so darn cute together!"

Harry and Draco ended the kiss and looked over at Ivy, smiling cheekily at her. Harry looked around the room to see if anybody was listening. "While you were here, we were going to find a place to relax and... well, we stumbled across a portrait of what looked like another corridor of Hogwarts," he said, smiling as he remembering all that happened in that particular garden. "But it wasn't a corridor, it was a portrait. I won't go into too much detail, or I'll be here the entire day, but we found a magnificent garden. A secret garden."

Ivy looked at the boys, surprised. She just cannot believe it. "A hidden garden in Hogwarts?" she asked them in disbelief. "Well? What are we waiting for? Let's go, I want to see this garden." She got up off the bed but felt a little dizzy as she began walking with the boys.

Draco shook his head and sighed. He had to know if Ivy's discharged from the Hospital Ward. He doesn't want anything happening to her. "Has Madam Pomfrey said you can go?"

Madam Pomfrey came out of nowhere like she knew she had to be there. "Yes, Ivy is free to go," she said with a kind smile and gestured the door. "Just make sure to keep a close eye on her, she could faint due to blood loss, but I gave her a blood replenishing potion when she was unconscious. But even that could make her faint."

"Thank you again, Madam Pomfrey," Harry said as he grabbed Draco and Ivy's hands and led them out of the Hospital Wing. God, he doesn't recall how cold Ivy's hands were. It's like he's touching Ice. He let go of Ivy's hand when they exited the Hospital wing, and he clung to Draco.

Ivy looked around the corridors, feeling excited but that same familiar dizziness. She wanted to see this secret garden so much. She was thrilled Harry and Draco were able to find such a thing. "So, are we going there now?"

Draco smiled at his excited cousin, wanting to show her the gardens already. But this all had to do with time. Dinner would be soon, and he doesn't exactly want to miss out on it. "It depends on what time it is. Does anyone know the time?"

Ivy watched as Harry led her and Draco through corridors and corridors until she knew they were nearly there because they started slowing down. But all she sees is a corridor in front of them. "I got a glimpse of the clock in the Wing, it read 4:30 PM."

Harry started slowing down his walking and stopped at the portrait of a corridor. "Great!" he said. But right now, he wasn't really hungry. "That gives us an hour and thirty minutes until dinner time. He pulled down the wall torch and heard a familiar 'click'.

Ivy looked up at the corridor, shocked, seeing that it's not actually a corridor and that it slowly opened up, revealing a hidden passageway into the dark. "Wow!" she said under her breath and immediately walked in, not caring about light. She can just feel her way to the end of the tunnel or use her eyes to see. She could come here during the night on her own and explore the place.

Draco glimpsed at her, smiling as he saw her reaction. He was happy he and Harry could show her this new place. He wondered if he and Harry are the only ones who know about the secret garden. "Nearly there, just down the passageway," he said, casting a "Lumos" as he and Harry walked in after Ivy.

The three walked down the passageway, Harry and Draco knew that they were getting close as the passageway had become much lighter and had starting to see the same roots and vines as they did previously. Before they knew it, they had come to the door with the snake-like roots and vines.

Draco smiled at Ivy as Harry opened the door and watched her look around at the scenery. He was glad they showed her this place. He knew she will go skip about this place during the night. He could see it already.

Ivy was the first to enter and was totally shocked with awe as she saw the scenery before her eyes. "It's beautiful!" she said breathlessly, smiling like she was in a fairytale and walking towards the pond that was a little off from the gazebo.

Harry and Draco followed her, hand in hand. "It sure is," Draco said with a short nod and a kiss to Harry's cheek which made Harry laugh softly and lean closer to him. He grinned with his eyes closed and placed his arms around Harry in a side hug. He turned his head to the side and placed a slow but sloppy kiss to Harry's neck. Harry groaned softly and tilted his head sideways, so Draco had more room to kiss.

"He sure is," Harry said, feeling Draco kiss his neck and tried so much not to let out a moan. The Slytherin kept kissing his neck as they followed Ivy, each kiss getting more sloppier and when he did let out a moan, Draco knew that must be Harry's sweet spot and he remembered where the spot was in his head. Harry turned his head to Draco's face and decided to end the space between Draco and himself.

Ivy smiled at the two boys in awe. Yet again she catches them kissing and this feels like she's in a romantic Hallmark movie. What she wanted to know is how her cousin and Harry discovered this secret place. "How did you manage to find this place?" she asks and looks back at the pond, she didn't see her reflection but she smiled.

Draco and Harry broke out of the kiss and looked over at Ivy. "Err... it just slammed right into us I guess," Harry told her, remembering every last detail of how he and Draco managed to find this place. It hurt a little bit too. He hopes he doesn't have a bump from the impact.

Ivy turned around and gave the boys a confused expression, raising her eyebrows at how this place can just slam into the couple. "Slammed right into you?" she repeated in disbelief. "What do you mean?"

Draco chuckled a bit. If only she knew how it happened. "More like we slammed into it," he corrected Harry, smirking as Harry rolled his eyes at him. "Shall we explore a bit more of the gardens?"

"Yes, we should," said Harry with a nod as he looked around the gardens at the gazebo, the cobblestone pathway leading through the forest, the pond they were near with green Lilypad's floating around. "Can we show Ivy the fairy ring?"

Ivy looked up at Harry in wonder. This garden has a fairy ring? This day keeps surprising her every minute. "Merlin's Beard! There are fairies here?" Ivy asked as she looked around at the flowers and towards the forest, trying to spot any fairy rings. "Take me there this instant!" she added softly, "Please...?"

"Well, we haven't actually seen any fairies yet," Harry told her. He looked beside him at Draco who he catches staring at him yet again. He smiles and gives him a peck on the lips. "However, I am sure there are fairies. If there are mermaids in the Black Lake, there will be fairies here."

Ivy started singing a song as she walked around the Gazebo with excitement.

Down the winding pathway,
Where pretty flowers grow.
Around the side of the daisy bush,
A secret place we go.
Through the Magical Mystery Tree,
A place you cannot see.
Fairyland is where we live,
The Fairies. 

Harry rolled his eyes at Ivy and the kid's theme song she sang. He had to admit, she has a true rock stars voice. Would Ivy take to the stage after Hogwarts and use her voice as a career?

Draco listened to every word of the song and sighed, missing Ivy's beautiful singing voice even if she sang a weird song about fairies. Is there such thing as a Magical Mystery Tree?

Ivy hesitated as she spotted the fairy ring the boys were talking about and skipped over to it. It was a daisy and poppy flower ring. "It's a fairy ring," she said and smiled at the beautiful ring of flowers. "Who wants to dance with me?"

Harry shook his head while Draco positioned himself in front of Harry and placed his arms around the Gryffindor's waist. He won't dance with Ivy, but he will dance with Harry. They haven't danced in some time. "Dance with me, Potter," he whispered into the green-eyed Gryffindor's ear, and then Harry looked into his eyes and lifted his arms around Draco's neck.

Ivy's grin grew wider when seeing the couple dance together without music except the tweet of birds. An idea popped in her head. Harry and Draco looked at each other, both sharing the same "Uh, Oh" expression on their face. She started skipping around the ring of flowers and started singing.

We love a fairy ring,
It makes us dance and sing.
Skipping in a circle,
And fluttering our wings.

Dancing around the pretty flowers,
Yes, we can dance for hours.
Oh yes, we love a fairy ring.

Harry laid his head on Draco's shoulder; Draco kissed him on the forehead and they both smiled at Ivy.

Harry cast a quick "Tempus," which showed it was around 5:20 pm. "We have around 40 minutes to wonder about this stunning garden until dinner time," he informs the two Slytherins. "Shall we head back to where we were going earlier, Draco? You know... through that forest?" He grinned back as Draco gave him a nod and he walked off past the fairy ring down the cobblestone path.

Draco jogged and Ivy skipped up to Harry, trying to catch up to him as he kept walking. Draco latched his hand around Harry's and smiled as he stared into his emerald green eyes. The three kept walking down the cobblestone path, it kept going and going and going. The tree's surrounding the pathway were all different looking.

There was Gum Trees, maple trees, birch trees and so many different kinds from around the world. It was like walking through an entirely new world. The three then suddenly stopped as there was a luscious green hedge the size of a door in front of them but arched. It had an opening and looked like it went in different directions if you entered through it.

Draco looked at the odd hedge in confusion, then realized what it looked like. It was a maze. "Wow, this place is full of surprises," he said as he wondered how far the maze went. He didn't see it from the gazebo. How big are these gardens? If it could hold a forest, a maze, a whole garden then what else could be in these gardens?

Harry looked at the maze and the type of hedge was used for the maze. He felt like he wanted to go inside but was unsure whether they should or not. "Should we enter, or should we start to head back as it feels as it is nearly dinner time?"

Ivy cast a quick "Tempus," showing by the golden numbers that it was 5:55 pm. "Oh, we definitely must get back," she said while feeling her tummy rumble as the thought of food popped into her head. "There are five minutes until dinner. Let's go, my dead stomach is hungry."

"Yes, lets," Draco said and turned around to head back but was stopped by a familiar house-elf. What's he doing here? "Dobby? When did you get here? And how did you know we were here?"

Ivy and Harry looked down at the house-elf named Dobby. The house-elf gave them a nervous smile. "Dobby has come to warn Harry Potter and Mr Malfoy," he says gravely. "It was not a good idea to bring Miss Ivy Black to the secret Garden of Amare. Bad things will happen to Mr. Harry Potter and Mr. Draco Malfoy in this garden. Dobby does not know when bad thing will happen, but Dobby knows it is soon. Miss Ivy Black should have come with her soulmate, whoever Miss Ivy's soulmate is. Not by Harry Potter sir. This garden is only found-able by soulmates."

Harry and Draco looked at each other, a little anxious about this 'bad thing' that could happen to them. It was all because they showed Ivy the garden. "We didn't know there was a consequence to showing someone else the garden," Harry says to his house-elf friend in a flat tone. "Draco and I just wanted Ivy to see this place because we know she loves animals and nature."

"Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy must be careful when visit this garden next time," Dobby told them firmly. "Dobby does not know what bad thing is, Mr Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy need to find out for yourselves. All Dobby knows is it is about the truth." Then he disappeared with a 'pop' out of their way.

Draco blinked at where the house-elf was, then he put a hand around Harry's back. "Let's get going," he then said and tried not to think about what Dobby meant as they reached the gazebo and was out of breath. They started to walk towards the doorway to the portrait and Harry opened the door. Ivy and Draco hurriedly rushed through the doorway without looking back as the door closed on its own and Harry caught up to them.

It took them a few minutes to reach the portrait and with a 'click' of an unlit wall torch, the portrait opened and the three rushed through it without looking around and making sure the coast was clear.

Harry was the first into the Great Hall and then came Draco and Ivy as they made their way to the Slytherin table and sat down on the other side of Pansy and Blaise. Pansy looked up from her dinner with a smile at Harry, Draco, and Ivy. "Harry, how nice it is for you to join us again."

Harry looked at the food on the Slytherins table and how so neat and fancy it looked like always. "Thanks Pansy," he replied with a small smile at her and began dishing up his plate with roast potatoes, pumpkins, peas, cauliflower, and roast chicken. "It's always great spending time with my boyfriend and his friends."

At the Gryffindor table, Ron looked up from his chicken leg he was wolfing down and saw that Blaise was staring at him. He blushed as Blaise gave him a wink and turned the other way to talk to Ginny, which he saw was staring at Luna, who was staring back with cheeks burning red. This was so bloody confusing!

Harry chuckled at the Slytherin eyeing Ron and started eating his roast meal. "Ron, is it?" he asked the Italian Slytherin, smiling at him. "I mean... Ron did tell me after Christmas that you two kissed under a mistletoe."

Draco smirked at Blaise, his best friend. He doesn't recall Blaise telling him about the mistletoe unless he forgot. But a Malfoy never forgets. "Oh, so it is Weasley?" he said and crossed his arms over his chest. He knew it. "I thought so."

"I-" Blaise said and paused for a moment, before saying "Do." Everyone should have known by now. He hasn't been hiding his feelings for Ron. Ivy, Draco, Pansy and Harry smiled at the sudden 'coming out'.

Harry smiled back at Pansy, Blaise, and Draco, whilst giving Draco a wink to which his boyfriend blushed. He wished he could stay longer but he feels exhausted from today. So much had happened. "Well, I must take my leave. I need a good night sleep."

"In that case I'm coming with you," Draco said with a quiet voice to Harry but loud enough for Pansy, Blaise, and Ivy to hear. He wants to spend a night with Harry in Gryffindor Tower for the first time.

"Oh, okay," said Harry who didn't think that would happen. He would have thought Draco would have made sure Ivy gets to the Slytherin common room safely other than go with him. "I guess we'll go then. Bye guys!"

"Goodbye, Harry," Ivy said warmly and opened up her arms for a hug, which Harry got up from his seat and hesitantly gave her without hesitation. She smiled and gave him a squeeze in the hug. "I'll see you tomorrow. Look after my cousin for me during the night."

"You better look after my best friend," Pansy mutters with her chin raised high. She'll make sure Harry will suffer, in the nicest way possible, if her best friend doesn't get enough sleep. "If you don't, I will bring havoc over you and your little Gryffindors when you least expect it."

Harry gave a firm nod, and with a wave goodbye, he and Draco then walked to the doors of the Great Hall and exited. They left to go to the Gryffindor dorms to get a good night sleep since it was a really tiring and stressful day. But they first had to stop at the Slytherin boys' dorms so Draco could get his pyjamas and a white fluffy towel, and then they headed up to Gryffindor Tower.

Harry grabbed his pyjamas and his red towel from his trunk, and with Draco, they headed to the boy's bathroom. "Why don't you join me, Harry," the Slytherin said from the stall next to him. Harry bites his lip and smiles, quickly checking his wrists to see they are clean. With relief, he grabs his things and heads to the stall Draco's in.

When in a shower stall together, Harry can't help himself but watch the blonde undress. When Draco looked his way, Harry felt his face warm up and he quickly got to undressing. Draco looked down at Harry's arms. No cuts. It's as if Harry spells his cuts away. Maybe he does. But Draco would surely know of it. He also took a good look at Harry's body; he's so glad he helped Harry be able to eat with the ED Potion as the Gryffindor has put on a bit of weight. Instead of slim and a bit bony, the bloke was rather normal-sized and even had a bit of muscle showing in the right places.

Draco turned his focus towards muttering a soap spell on the shower with his wand, so it was like the shower was raining soap over them and making the shower smell like peaches. It's just a random scent that came to his mind.

Harry was a little confused as he didn't know there were spells out there that could rain soap or body wash. But he liked it. The peachy smell was nice too. The impossible becomes possible when he's at Hogwarts and Draco's the one who makes him realize it. When the Slytherin was naked and Harry tried not to drool at the sight, he raised his hands and placed them on the Slytherin's stomach, feeling the skin under his fingertips.

Draco smiled at his touchy boyfriend and moved his hands around Harry's back, tickling him with his fingertips in the right spots he knew Harry liked. His hands slide further down, gripping Harry's arse cheeks, and he lifted his boyfriend up a little and pinned him to the wall. Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, and Draco pushed their bodies closer. Their lips part when they feel each other's cocks touching the other, and Draco begins to rut against Harry.

Harry moaned a little as he could feel the pleasure building in his gut and he tilted his head back, exposing his throat while his hands found their way around Draco's neck. He wanted to feel Draco. To feel Draco inside him for the first time. His first time. He needs it. He wants it. He wants his boyfriend to fuck him, to make him feel good, amazing. He craves for Draco to be inside him. "Please, Draco," he whispers as he looks up at Draco's messy hair with amusement, really loving how hot it looks when it's messy and wet. "Fuck me."

Draco leans away from Harry, dropping the dark-haired man back onto the ground but keeps his arms around him. He leans forward and presses his lips to Harry's, kissing him softly under the raining shower. When Harry kisses him back, Draco swipes his tongue along Harry's bottom lip for entrance to his mouth. Harry eagerly opens his mouth for his boyfriend, and Draco slips his tongue inside the Gryffindor's mouth.

Harry opens his mouth wider each time Draco's tongue enters his mouth and then pulls out to kiss him, and then enters him again. His brain is completely shut down, only focusing on the feel of Draco in his mouth, tasting him, and loving him. Draco moaned in Harry's mouth, feeling that need for lust and love and so he leaned out of the warmth and cosiness of Harry's mouth. "I love you, Harry," he says as he opens his grey stormy eyes and stares into Harry's green ones.

"I love you too, Draco," Harry whispers and presses his forehead to Draco's. He slides his hands down Draco's chest, flat stomach, and to his dick, his cheeks ablaze at what he had done. He wrapped his hand around his boyfriend's dick and gently pulled it towards him. His hand moved up Draco's length and swiped his thumb along the soft velvety head of the cock in his hands, gathering the pre-come onto his thumb. He quickly raised that arm up and stuck his thumb in his mouth, telling Draco what he wanted and he saw a spark in Draco's eye. Lust. "Let's head to bed."

Once Draco nodded while Harry turned the taps off and they dried themselves off and got into their pajamas. They headed back to the dormitory and rushed over to Harry's bed. They got into bed, completely ignoring Seamus and Neville watching them, and they closed the drapes around the bed and themselves.

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Draco watched Harry sink down onto the mattress, and he allowed himself to be pulled beside Harry, all the while looking into Harry's wide, inviting eyes. The kiss was inevitable, even from the moment they had left the bathroom; just picking up exactly where they'd left off. Draco absently ran strands of Harry's hair through his fingers as they kissed, completely unhurried, revelling in the soft pressure of Harry's mouth on his, and the tongue playing with his own.

Harry's hands caressed up and down Draco's back just firmly enough to ruffle his pyjama top. He could feel the silk tickling his skin and even though it felt glorious, he wanted his hands on Harry instead. He wriggled in closer to Harry, inducing a satisfied moan that came from the back of Harry's throat and into his mouth, setting Draco's lips tingling as it passed between them.

Harry forced the kiss a little harder, nipping at Draco and taking less care with his tongue. He got what he wanted when he felt Draco's hands slide underneath the bottom of his pyjama top and push upwards, trailing his blunt fingernails over Harry's skin, causing a shudder to ripple through his body and his breath to catch in his throat in a half-groan.

And then Draco was dragging the pyjama top up and over his head, breaking the kiss only enough to free it and cast it aside before forcing his hungry mouth over Harry's and fighting back. The temperature was rising, but not as fast as Harry's cock, and his pyjama bottoms were way past uncomfortable and into genital torture territory.

Harry was hot, but Draco's hands were hotter. They clawed at his body now, scratching tracks into the flesh and kneading him with a force not far short of bruising. Harry tilted his head back and moaned aloud at this erotic branding of Draco's, feeling Draco's lips press against his throat, holding the back of his head in place so he didn't stop kissing him there, where his skin was so sensitive to even the slightest touch. He sighed heatedly, drawing the sound out long and low until Draco whimpered in reply, ghosting hot breath across Harry's naked shoulder as he exhaled deeply.

When Draco twisted beneath him, Harry went with the movement, allowing himself to be lowered flat against the mattress, his head on his pillows, until Draco straddled him, balancing on outstretched arms, pinning him with a stare that held no trace of anything other than lust. And then Draco leaned down, but not to kiss Harry. Instead, he attached his lips to Harry's neck, giving Harry only sloppy kisses everywhere he could reach.

Harry moaned as Draco found that one sweet spot on his neck, but then they heard chuckling and giggling. Muttering to himself about curious Gryffindors, Draco cast a silence charm around himself and Harry so they weren't heard. Then he smiled and got back to what he was doing, and while he got back to kissing Harry's neck, Harry was unbuttoning Draco's pyjama shirt and sliding it down his back. Draco had to lean away and pull the rest of his shirt off, disregarding it to the end of Harry's bed.

Draco leaned back down but this time, he tongued at Harry's sweet spot, tickling him there with his wet tongue. Then without a warning, he bit down on Harry's neck, giving him a lovebite that he was sure would bruise Harry with his love. Harry whimpered at this new feeling, which he loved the sting as it was Draco who was giving him this pleasure. His body just seemed to get hotter and hotter but he knew his dick was the hottest part of his body and needed Draco's attention.

Draco felt the unmistakable jump of Harry's cock on his stomach he could feel how hard Harry was. He pondered if Harry would take the next step with him. He wanted Harry right here and now. Even if it's in a room full of Harry's dormmates. He didn't care about them right now. He cared about Harry. He cared so much that he added one more lovebite to the arch where Harry's neck meets his shoulder.

He leaned away from Harry's beautiful neck bruised with his love and stared down into those emerald green eyes he fell in love with. His eyes seemed to be shimmering with lust. "I want you, Harry," he told him earnestly. "I need you."

Harry looked up into silver eyes, startled. Does Draco want the same thing that he does? Sex? He wants it so badly though. He craves it. "Do you mean...?"

Draco nodded with a half-smile. He could see the spark of lust in those gorgeous eyes of Harry's. "Yes, I have for a while," he makes out though his body was telling him to just get on with it already. "Every night, I think about it and I've always wondered what it would be like. I am tired of just thinking about it. I want you. And I'm sure you want me too by the way you're moaning."

Harry nodded with a grin. He wants it as much as Draco does. Probably even more. "I do, Draco."

"We don't have to though, "Draco said softly just to make Harry realise they don't have to do it yet although his body was nearly shaking out of excitement. Today could be the day he finally has sex with his boyfriend, and that's meaningful. "If you're not ready or feel uncomfortable we don't have to."

"No, I do want you," Harry said firmly and hesitated, biting his lip. He flushed because of this thought about if Draco can...knows how to do it. Has the blonde done it? It should be easy though. Like Seamus said, it's a pole in the hole. "Do you know how to?"

"Yes," was all Draco could say and he smiled at Harry's sheepish smile. Merlin, Harry was so adorable yet so sexy. He didn't know when to tell Harry about Edwardo and what happened. He knows he should, he knows Harry's going to ask him questions at some point. The cute but curious Gryffindor.

Draco's mouth was already open as he sealed his lips over Harry's and slid his tongue past Harry's teeth. The kiss grew harder still, and Harry nipped at Draco's lip, sharp enough to shock them both a little. It made Draco want to use his teeth, too, and he buried his face in Harry's neck, not even bothering to savour the salty tang of his skin before he sank his teeth in, making Harry cry out his arousal in a broken, gloriously defeated voice.

Draco felt a hand jab between their bodies, worming its way down to their groins until it was stuck tight, sandwiched between them, with too little room to get a grip on anything. He bent his knees slightly, rubbing his erection against the back of Harry's hand, taunting him, groaning at the feel of knuckle bones gouging into him, pressing harder and harder until Harry's hand was squashed flat against the long bulge of his own cock.

Draco nuzzled Harry's ear with his nose before biting down on the tender flesh of his neck again, not hard enough to bruise like the last two love-bites, but enough that the teeth marks would be visible for anyone to see. He was past caring. Harry tasted too good, he felt so good writhing up against him.

Harry's constant mewling got Draco painfully hard. He finally gave in to his own impulse and moved his body away just enough to fumble with Harry's waistband of his pajama pants and plunge his hand inside the waistband of his underwear. His cock was tacky with sweat, and Draco's hand stuck to it the instant he gripped it in the circle of his palm and tightened his fingers. Harry moaned his name, and Draco started to give him what he deserved.

He squeezed Harry as he wanked him, trying for the umpteenth time to make the tips of his finger and thumb meet around the circumference of his hard penis, and drawing a hot, possessive flash of pleasure at his failure. Draco sensed movement from Harry, and shifted his gaze to watch him try pulling his own pajama shorts down. Oh, that will come soon dearest Harry.

Draco watched the delicious meat of Harry's cock journey through his fist, faster and faster, getting wetter with every pass and he inhaled sharply, filling his lungs, scenting the smell of sex expanding between them, salivating at the insanely strong urge to lick Harry from head to toe. He watched as Harry grabbed his own balls, the way the tips of his fingers disappeared into the shiny mass of little black pubic curls as they dug in and twisted, making the sac bulge alarmingly under the violence of the touch. Watching that just made Draco wank him faster, straining against the muscles in his arm, forcing them to work harder.

Harry's groans were addictive. Draco crashed his mouth back against Harry's, closing his eyes but still seeing the searing image of Harry groping himself projected on the insides of his eyelids. Harry was struggling to breathe. There was a very arousing hint of panic in his movements, and Draco tortured him all the more, devouring him with kisses, giving him no space to inhale.

Harry was shuddering under his touch, collapsing against the headboard of his 4-poster bed for even the tiniest amount of support. Draco knew Harry was going to come. It was time to go in for the kill. He wedged a thigh into the small gap between Harry's legs, jamming Harry's hot hand and its precious contents against his body as he pinched his thumb and forefinger into the slippery-wet ridge beneath the broad flare of his glans and rubbed. He ignored the shaft, concentrating only on working the very end of Harry, rolling it firmly between his fingers, feeling it jerk enticingly, the vein pumping blood right to the very tip, making it swell, making Harry cry out for him. Draco felt all-powerful. He held Harry's orgasm in the palm of his hand, keeping it just out of reach, just for a few more seconds.

When Harry's face was completely red, his lips quivering with incoherent moans, far, far past the ability to speak, Draco let him come. Harry's shout cut through the tinnitus ringing in his ears from the music, and the expression of pained relief shaping his features was something Draco would fantasise about for years to come. Harry convulsed; there was no other word for it. Draco was almost shocked by the aggression of Harry's orgasm, and even as his eyes memorised the gradual smoothing away of the tension in his face, he massaged Harry's steadily pumping come between his fingers, making them both slippery and sticky, and creating a breathtaking glide of flesh against flesh as they each slowed, Harry replete, Draco in sympathy.

Harry seemed paralysed in his release, his muscles refusing to respond. Draco could read the languor in the slack set of Harry's mouth, and he felt a hot, wet flush of satisfaction ripple through his chest, centring in on his groin, making his balls throb. He seemed to watch himself from outside his body as he raised his wet hand to his mouth and licked his palm, tasting spunk and salty sweat, two perfectly complementary flavours together. He felt like he watched his own eyes flicker closed as he sucked each finger into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the digit, sucking every last remnant of semen away, like swallowing the syrupy sweetness of a sugary treat, except that Harry tasted better than any confection.

When he opened his eyes finally, Harry was watching him silently, intently. He kissed Harry, swallowing the high-pitched whimper of sustained desire that could have come from either one of them.

Harry tasted him; tasted himself on Draco's lips, his tongue. Draco sensed the energy return to Harry, and he heard the faint scuffle of fabric as Harry tugged his jeans and underwear down past his feet and kicking them to the end of his bed, before feeling those same fingers reach out and touch him. They traced feather-light tracks up and down the stiff length of his cock, exploring the hot hollow between his thighs, where the seam of his trousers was abusing his testicles. His sigh was almost silent. It was just a slow exhalation of breath into Harry's mouth, but it described his condition more eloquently than a book full of words.

Harry gently pushed Draco away from him, watching his face the entire time as he pushed his pajama bottoms down until they were kicked off at his ankles. Draco felt warm, dry fingertips trace the circumference of the waistband on his underwear before they slid inside so slowly, easing them over the obstruction of his erection, and patiently guiding them down his thighs.

The air in the bed was warm, but Draco had leaked so much that his shaft turned cold as the air caressed it. He looked into Harry's eyes and he knew; knew that it was time. It was time to feel Harry. To be inside of Harry. The shakiness from excitement came back to him. He couldn't wait any longer. He's been wanting Harry for a long time. Too long.

Harry consciously spread his legs apart and brought his knees up and out so his feet were flat against the mattress, knowing what was coming next. Or who would be coming inside him. He had a feverish flush tingeing his face and had slightly panicked, lust-filled eyes which stared at the Slytherin.

Draco widened his eyes a little in surprise, seeing Harry open himself up for him. It was bloody sexy, and he couldn't stop staring at Harry's arse, how round it was, how his butthole clenched and unclenched, and how it'll be his in a minute. Everything inside Draco's body was pounding or pulsing or clenching in torment, willing him to pounce on Harry and already give him pleasure.

He didn't have any lubricant unfortunately so he would have to use natural liquids. He cupped his hands in front of Harry's face like a child wanting a cookie that their mother had just baked and said, "Spit on my hands, Harry." Harry quirked an eyebrow at him, and then smirked and did as he was told.

Draco parted his lips again, thinking how he could have come then from that sexy smirk Harry gave him. He had to forcefully blink and look away as he had a task to do. He spat in his own hand and rubbed their saliva together, then coated his cock's length and head with the bodily liquid.

He looked back up at Harry and with the rest of the saliva, he smeared their mouth liquids over the soft skin of Harry's arse, and stroked the rim of Harry's hole, before sinking a finger into his entrance. Harry shuddered all over and his eyes dropped closed, exhaling a deep, hungry sigh as Draco began to work him to readiness.

Draco's heart hammered in his chest, his cock twitching wretchedly in its desire to know what it's like to be in that round ass of Harry's. He pumped his finger slowly, withdrawing it almost fully before sliding it forcefully in again. Soon enough a second finger had joined the first, and all of Harry's muscles twitched at the feel of this unfamiliar feeling.

After a while, those fingers didn't seem so disturbing to Harry. It didn't exactly feel amazing, but neither bad. It felt... neutral, but still pleasurable because it was Draco in front of him. Draco who held him down and worked him open. And that made all the difference in the world. But then the Slytherin pulled his fingers out of Harry, added a third one and slammed back inside him. Harry cried out, not in pain but pleasure. Draco shushed him with a little kiss, and was amused at what he could make Harry feel, and while he distracted Harry with that kiss, he pulled his fingers out.

Harry actually felt devastated when Draco drew those delicate fingers out of him. It was like a bereavement, every muscle and nerve singing their tension, primed, and at the peak of arousal. At least, that was what Harry thought, until Draco leaned away back below him and stared at him with a smile and that sexy predatory look.

Draco was back to shaking with excitement, his heart thumping madly in his chest. He couldn't wait any longer. He crawled his hands over to Harry's elbows, his knees inside Harry's stretched out legs, and pressed the head of his penis gently against Harry. He slipped inside while watching Harry's fevered, sweaty face, his eyes glittering and his lips parting in the most beautiful way. He bit his lip at this new feeling of Harry's tense, hot anus covering the head of his penis, and the beautiful moan coming from Harry's mouth. He marvelled at the strength of Harry's arse swallowing him up.

Draco was barely in Harry and Harry felt full. He couldn't have moved, not for anything but only to wrap his legs around Draco's bottom to encourage him to do more. Anything more. Harry felt his body split in two in the most incredible, achingly beautiful way, as Draco slid another, then another inch inside, going so slowly, handling him like a fine china doll, worshipful and with immeasurable care. And fucking hell, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.

Draco gave Harry an affectionate little tug on his cock. "Did I hurt you, Harry?" he asked him softly, and when Harry shook his head, he took him further, prodding another couple of inches in until Harry felt like he could feel the tip of Draco in his chest. Draco pumped his hips slowly, sinking deeper inside and working at loosening the passage enough for him to glide in comfortably. He circled his hips and Harry's vision blacked out when a wave of lust crashed over him, leaving him breathless and sweaty, the surface of his body feeling like it was on fire.

"Oh, Harry," came the heavy moan that took Draco a few seconds to figure out it was himself who made it. He slid into Harry carefully, withdrawing almost all the way before plunging firmly back in again. Before he knew it, his groin slapped up against Harry's buttocks, shocking a frantic groan from below. .

Draco's face loomed closer, applying more pressure to Harry's legs and squashing his body in two. Harry felt panicked. The limitations placed on his movements were a complete and utter turn on, and the way Draco had positioned him just so made every inward thrust feel like it was tearing him in two. It was fucking incredible. He was terrified Draco might stop.

Draco's breath rushed across Harry's chest for a moment before his face veered away and buried itself in his neck. The added pressure of Draco stretching out over Harry made his cock sink an extra fraction of an inch inside, and Harry thrust upward for all he was worth, elated when he felt Draco's testicles slap lightly against him.

Once he'd started, he didn't seem able to stop. Draco was slow at first, thrusting the length of his shaft in quickly, but taking a long time to pull it out again. He watched Harry struggle to control his body, trying to leave shaking and spasming, but failing. He leaned away just slightly to watch Harry's beautiful face as he fucked him with all he had. He wanted to just stare into Harry's eyes as they both rode the waves of pleasure together. He felt his cock push through the resistant, sticky flesh, and heard his own skin slap against Harry's.

"Don't stop," Harry whined. It was the best he could manage. "Please, Draco." Draco wanted nothing more than to comply and give Harry what he wanted. And so he did.

Draco stared down at Harry, his lips wet with saliva, his face flushed and excited. Harry forced his neck up, begging for a kiss. Draco didn't disappoint him. He just moved in hungrily and opened Harry's lips with the force of his own, sliding his tongue right in until Harry imagined he could feel it in the back of his throat.

The violence of the kiss brought on a renewed vigour to their coupling, and Harry found himself being battered at both ends, not knowing which one he was getting off on more; they both felt so good. Draco's hands were hurting Harry's legs. There was pain in his cramped muscles, but nothing would have convinced him to ask for anything to change. He had Draco inside him, and the sounds of Draco all around him. It's all he wants.

When Draco finally backed off and concentrated purely on pumping his hips in and out, Harry smiled and sighed, sated. Goodbye, virginity. He lost it faster than any of his friends. Well, except Seamus and Dean. Whenever those two did it. That didn't matter anyway. Draco Malfoy, the most handsome boy in the entire world is inside him with that beautiful delicious cock filling his arse.

"Please, harder," Harry breathed. "Draco, please. So good for me."

Draco found himself speeding up his thrusting until the smack-smack-smack of their flesh was heard around them. Just not outside the bed where Dean and Seamus were staring at Harry's closed bed, smirking, clearly seeing the bed moving back and forth like there were two people in that bed making love with each other. They were right about that. Neville was just reading silently, turned away from the bed, and Ron was already asleep with his hand over the side of the bed, fingers an inch from touching the floor.

Harry didn't need to ask for more; Draco wanted to give it. His cries and shouts matched Harry's as he channelled everything he had into pummelling into Harry's loosening hole. They lurched and thrust and strained together until their sweaty, sticky bodies were on the verge of collapse. Draco looked down into Harry's face, seeing the tension building, almost ready to explode. Good Salazar.

"Oh," Draco gasped through heavily gritted teeth as he could feel Harry clench his arse over his dick, stopping him from being able to move in Harry. "Stop looking at me like that or I'm a goner. And stop tightening your bottom over me. You're suffocating my penis."

"I'm not doing anything," Harry told him with the cheekiest smile he could manage from the pleasure he was feeling, making sure he squeezed all the muscles right up inside him as tightly as he could, feeling incredibly smug when Draco's eyeballs rolled up into his head and his hips jerked forward, breaking his measured rhythm.

"Dang it," Draco gasped. "Don't." He wants this to be slow. Wants their first time to be slow and not rushed. He wants to remember this as much as he can.

Harry clamped his hole down all around Draco, not letting up as the thrusts continued, but more erratically. "Draco," he purred, rolling his hips the few fractions of an inch he could move within the restraining grip around his legs. "I love you," he murmured, letting his eyes close sluggishly until he could only see a blurry outline of Draco through the fuzz of his eyelashes.

"I love you too," Draco ground out, his lips white and stretched as he fought himself. Harry watched his Draco's resolve crumble, his hips give way to frantic jerking, battering into him without care, making him feel loved, and wanted. He did feel loved and wanted and really happy. Draco, to him, is an Expecto Patronum to a dementor.

Harry ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of his upper teeth. Draco's eyes watched its progress with a look of ravening hunger. "I want you," he breathed, arching his spine as best he could, fascinated by the way the sheen of sweat on his chest caught and reflected white light.

Draco's mouth dropped open and a groan came out that sounded like it had come from somewhere deep inside. He pounded into Harry so hard that the bed rattled, and Harry just laughed and stuck his backside out as far as he could, egging Draco on to do his worst and keep going. Then, Harry let out one bellow that was louder than the others and a thick, white arc of semen sped out of his slit and fell across his chest.

"I love you," Draco gasped, the look on his face almost pleading with Harry to believe him, as if there might be the slightest flicker of doubt. But there wasn't. He loved Harry with all his heart, body, and soul. The sight of Harry's spine arched painfully up off the mattress did Draco in.

"Draco," Harry sighed, and that was when Draco came. His body went rigid, and his neck corded with the strain. His orgasm roared through his body, drawing every last drop of strength with it, snapping his head back with its violence. He felt the hot wetness in Harry's hole, his lessening thrusts working the come along the length of his shaft until he was gliding slowly in a beautiful, gently pulsing passage, milking the very last sensations from his shattering completion.

But the sexiest part by far was getting to watch Draco's face melt from frustrated agony to exultant bliss. He was just so beautiful when that happened. As the thrusts became less and less energetic, he finally allowed Harry's legs to unfold, but slowly, giving them time to stretch out and relearn how to move.

God. Harry knew he is going to feel this tomorrow. He winced and hissed as his legs dropped, and Draco made an apologetic moan, doing his best to help, even as his slippery wet cock dropped out of Harry. He drew comfort from the thought of Draco's sperm swimming around in his arse, filling his body.

Draco leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to Harry's lips before rolling to the side of him with a happy sigh. He snaked an arm around Harry's stomach and twined their legs together. He smiled and leaned his head on Harry's shoulder, looking up at his exhausted boyfriend's face. "That was amazing," he whispered while his feet dug into the covers and sheets of Harry's bed, trying to find warmth.

"Merlin, I'm so going to feel this in the morning," Harry mumbled, snuggling up to Draco and wrapping an arm around him while Draco chuckled at the true realization. "Yes, it was an incredible experience." He's glad his first time was with Draco. He reached his free hand up and pushed a sweaty strand of Draco's hair out of his eyes. "Is this your first time?" he asked with a tired smile.

Draco hesitated for a moment before he decided to nod his head. He didn't want to ruin this evening by telling his boyfriend that no, this wasn't his first time and that his first time was with his rapist. "Why would someone want to have sex at 13 or below, Harry?" he asked him with a smirk, sounding a little awkward. It was the first thought that came to his mind. "It's a little too young, don't you think?" He could still feel his dick vibrate from the shagging they just experienced minutes ago. An incredible feeling that he would never forget. "How about you?"

"Yes," Harry said with a nod and a yawn. Merlin, I'm so tired. His body was sending his brain all sorts of happy messages. The cotton sheets felt cold against his feet, so he leaned forward and dragged the duvet and sheets up from the foot of the bed to help him and Draco get warmer quickly. "Thank you. This was my first and hopefully not my last time."

"Well, that can be arranged," Draco said with a smirk at the answer he got and kissed his raven-haired boyfriend's cheek softly. He rubbed his own cheek over Harry's and sighed at the scent he was smelling. It was the scent of sex. The scent of Harry after sex with him.

Harry felt himself blush and he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more to Draco's longing amusement. The thought of telling Hermione about this crossed his mind but he thought that he shouldn't say anything until a few months ahead. "So, how did you know how to... you know?" he asked awkwardly with a crooked smile.

Draco kissed the crooked smile away and replaced it with an actual beautiful smile that he loved to see every day. He leaned away from Harry's face, raising a hand to caress Harry's cheek and said, "I did my research." He'll tell Harry another day. He yawned, as yawns are highly contagious. Thanks a lot, Harry.

Harry chuckled as he had a feeling he knew who would have told Draco about how to do the do. It was obviously Ivy. But how would she know if she's a lesbian? Unless she has other gay friends that are her age. "It was Ivy that told you, wasn't it?"

Draco nodded with a long sigh. Ivy always has the answers to his questions whether it's about dating, school work, or even sex. It's like having an older sister who knows more about life than even his parents do. "Yes, but I also put two and two together," he told Harry with a smile and looked up at the ceiling of Harry's 4-poster bed. "She's like a sister to me, Harry. She has the answers to all my questions."

"Oh," said Harry with a nod of understanding. He knew a little about how to have sex with a guy because...well, he just knows how to. It's Pole in the hole, as Seamus described it. He yawned and moved the duvet above his shoulders, loving the warmth of not only the blankets but the warmth radiating from Draco. He felt like he was at peace, in a really happy place.

Draco smiled at his sleepy Gryffindor boyfriend and pulled him closer. "Go to sleep, Harry," he says with a quiet voice and presses a kiss to Harry's forehead. "I'll see you in the morning when you wake up." Harry only gave him a quiet "Mhmm" before they both fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Harry woke up with a hiss of pain; he realised he had a very sore ass. He wondered if it was because Draco didn't use any lube when shagging him last night. Last night. The memories flooded through his brain. It was simply a blissful night. He smiled and looked down at Draco with tousled blonde hair, who locked eyes with him. "Good morning, Draco," he says tiredly, reaching his hand down to the blonde and caressed his cheek. "How are you this wonderful morning?"

"I'm wonderful now that I'm looking at your gorgeous face," Draco says with a tired smirk and raises his hands up to cup Harry's face. When he watched a red tinge rise from Harry's neck up to those pretty cheeks of his boyfriend, he muttered, "Now give your boyfriend a morning kiss."

Harry could never say no to his boyfriend, even if he didn't say please. He studies Draco's face before stealing the morning kiss he craved. These were gentle, feather-light kisses that lit up Harry's insides and made his whole body throb in appreciation of the subtle stimulation they experienced last night. As they kissed, Draco rubbed circles on Harry's temple with a fingertip. "I love you," he says as he leans away from the kiss for a minute while he runs his index finger over the slight puffiness of Draco's bottom lip.

"I love you too, Harry," Draco says, smiling and pressed a kiss to Harry's wandering finger. "Shall we get dressed and head down to breakfast or stay here, relax with each other in bed, and have a late breakfast in the kitchens?"

"Well first we need to get you back to the Slytherin boy's dormitory so you can get into your clothes and Slytherin robe," Harry reminded him and gave him another quick kiss. He leaned away, got out of the sheets and duvet and reached for his boxers. He slipped them on, clenching his teeth from the sudden pain, moved the drapes slightly to the side and quickly slipped out from his bed. "Oh, hello." He tried not to wince or make any gesture that he was in pain right now. Well, his arse.

Dean gives him a half-smile, knowing what happened in Harry's bed but he could tell it was Harry's first time just by his forced breathing. He won't tell anyone though. Neither will Seamus. Harry better tell him all about his experience when the Slytherin's out of the room. "Hello, Harry. Did you have fun last night?" he asked his dormmate calmly with a wink.

Harry felt himself blush and rub the back of his neck awkwardly. His blush was a raw red colour, flaming hot enough to make his skin at least red. But it didn't. He didn't think his dormmate knew of his sexual experience with Draco. Unless he had ears that could hear through privacy and sound charms. "It was...err... really fun," he told him, looking down at the floor. He forgot that he was only dressed in his boxers so he turned to his trunk and fished out some clothes and Gryffindor robe.

"Are you a top or a bottom?" Dean had to ask Harry as he held a bet with Seamus ages ago when they found out Harry was with Draco. It was worth 5 galleons which he hoped Harry wouldn't let him down.

This just made Harry feel even more so awkward and it made Harry struggle to pull his pants up. Should telling a fellow male about his sexual experience be this difficult? Did he even want to tell Dean? "Um... I was, erm, bottoming," he said with a sheepish smile as he put his long-sleeved white shirt on and put his tie around his neck, the ends hanging by his chest. He looks back to his right at his bed and sees Draco's head poking out from the red drapes, watching him dress and hearing the conversation.

He smiles at his boyfriend and goes around the side of his bed, looking into his bed through the red drapes and seeing Draco getting dressed into his green silk pyjamas. "Ready for the trip down to the Slytherin dungeons, my love?"

Draco hesitates for a minute, and he nervously bites his lip and shakes his head. "I don't want to embarrass myself by walking the corridors in my pyjamas and risk being laughed at by all the students of Hogwarts," he says as he rubs his legs, not wanting to leave Harry's bed at all.

"You don't have to," Harry says matter of factly and when he sees Draco open his mouth to speak, he presses his lips to the Slytherin's to shut him up but it meant the world to Draco with just the soft brush of Harry's lips on his own. He leaned away, pressing his lips together as to savour the kiss. He leaned away from the bed and disappeared from Draco's sight only to come back with his invisibility cloak. "Wear this as we go to your common room."

Draco nods as he covers himself with the invisibility cloak and steps out of Harry's bed, looking around and seeing Weasel, Finnegan, and Longbottom's bed empty but Dean Thomas sitting on his bed accompanied by Seamus Finnegan, snogging each other open-mouthed. He smirks at them, looked down at Harry's hand but sees Harry's not exactly ready. He sighs, takes off the cloak, and fixes up Harry's shirt, collar and does Harry's tie for him. Smiling with satisfaction about how smart he made Harry look, he pulled the cloak on over himself and intertwines Harry's hand with his.

"Are you done yet?" Harry asks him, smirking at the spot where his boyfriend disappeared under his cloak. When he heard a silent "yes" from beside him, he just smiled and headed out of the dormitory with Draco beside him under the cloak. They rushed out of the common room, Harry doing his best not to make it obvious to Draco that his arse was sore every time he moved, and down to the Slytherin dungeons. Harry stared at the entrance of the Slytherin common room, deciding to get under the cloak too.

"Red boletus," Draco then says, and the entrance to the common room appears. They enter, ignoring everyone in the room, and headed to the 4th boy's dormitory. When inside, Draco looks around first for three particular Slytherins and when he doesn't see them, he lets Harry inside. He goes to his trunk after giving Harry the cloak back, and he pulls out his uniform and Slytherin robe.

He gets dressed, feeling Harry's eyes on him which makes him smirk. He looks over at Harry after putting on his uniform, and is currently doing his tie. "Breakfast, Harry." Harry gave him a nod and after the Slytherin put his robe on, they headed to breakfast after hiding the cloak in Draco's trunk.

They walked into the Great Hall together and headed for the Slytherin table. Draco had no problem sitting down. It was Harry who found it tough to. He bit down on his lip, probably hard enough to draw blood, and sat down next to Draco. "I didn't go to hard on you, right?" the Slytherin whispered to Harry's ear, but Harry shook his head. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he had sex with Draco, and his arse is on fire because of Draco. He doesn't mind it though.

"So, where have you two been all night?" Pansy asked the two boys who happened to come into the Great Hall together like they'd been together all night. She narrowed her eyes and squinted at them suspiciously. "We never saw you come into the common room last night, Draco. We're very suspicious of you two."

"We had an early night," Draco told them easily, giving them hard smiles for their suspicion. "And Harry and I got up early so he could meet me down at the lake for an early breakfast date filled with croissants and bagels. We didn't want our date to be too late on in the day because we know you two-" he pointed two delicate fingers at Ivy and Pansy, "-will get highly curious of us and decide to search for us when all Harry and I want is peace."

"That is true about us," Ivy said with a toothy grin, and she gave Pansy a gentle elbow on the side. "We like knowing where you two head off to, but you should have told us about the date though. It would save us from worrying about your arses in the future so we don't get the teachers into organizing a search party."

"I was hoping to organize another date for us soon," Draco said as he looked beside him at Harry, smiling as he dished himself and Harry a bowl of porridge with honey mixed in. "Somewhere nice, romantic, where we haven't been before. What do you think, Harry?"

"It sounds wonderful," Harry says softly, and as Draco lifts his chin up with two fingers, he leans forward for a kiss. Draco's hands slid carefully up to cup Harry's cheeks instead, framing his face as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Harry felt Draco's thumbs caress the hollows in his cheeks that appeared when he worked his jaw, and he sighed at the tenderness in the touch.

Under the warm press of Draco's palms, Harry's facial movements stilled until their kisses were chaste and soft; just slow, doting pecks across each other's cheeks, and the corners of their mouths. At that moment, Harry's heart pounded with something warm, and tingling and harmonious. It was wonderful, this being in love. Parting the kiss after that was difficult, but they did it because there was no other choice as they had to breathe and eat.

They began eating their porridge in silence but Blaise kept giving Draco suspicious glances here and there. He knows something's up and that Draco's hiding something, he seems really happy. He's been his roommate and best friend since they both started Hogwarts. So what's his best friend hiding?

Eventually, when they finished eating, they had to go to class together. It was a shame they had different classes though. Harry had Divination while Draco had Transfiguration. But they still had time to spend together before classes started. With goodbyes to Pansy, Ivy, and Blaise, they got up from the table, Harry giving a soft grunt from the sudden pain but smiling like it was nothing, and they headed to the Library's Secret room.

They stayed in the LSB, what they call the 'Library Secret Room' for short, for the rest of their morning until they had ten minutes until class. They depart ways with a lingering kiss goodbye, Harry going to Divination while Draco goes to Transfigurations. 

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