The exhilaration that Harry felt after the meeting at the Hog's Head disappeared when word spread of Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four. Hermione, Ron, and he debated hotly whether or not to try and hold the meetings. It was only when Dobby told him about the Room of Requirement that he realised that maybe it would be possible. He was willing to risk.

And in the early morning of Wednesday, after they had breakfast, they were down in the Library's secret room with the fireplace covering the room in warm comfort, but they also had a nice fluffy green blanket that Draco stole from the Slytherin dormitory. Harry laughed at how much of a badass Draco can be at times.

"So, our first official group meeting is in two days," said Harry with a smile as he watched the dancing flames in the fireplace. He was cuddled up to Draco on the midnight blue couch.

"Oh, but are you sure you want to risk it?" Draco asked hesitantly. He could already see Harry getting expelled by getting caught somehow but he blinked that sad thought away. Where would Harry go if he were expelled though? Would he get transferred to the American school of witchcraft and wizardry or perhaps the Australian one? He hoped the Australian one as the manor they have down there in Peppermint Grove is closest to the Australian School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Shazzabeer.) It's quite a funny name. Shazzabeer... Why do they have beer in the name?

"You're the one who said I should do it," Harry said softly, he could feel Draco nudging his nose in the crook of his neck. It gave him little pleasurable tingles.

"Yes, but that was until Umbridge banned all clubs in Hogwarts," Draco muttered with a frown. What if she catches you?" He remembered waking up to find a lot of Slytherin's surrounding the noticeboard in the Slytherin common room. It was a shame because of whoever found out about the group. Couldn't they just keep their traps shut? He would even join the group. Well, maybe he wouldn't as he doesn't want to be caught and possibly expelled. Merlin, what would his father do to him?

"We just have to make sure she doesn't catch us," Harry said simply. But the thought of being caught was utterly scary. What would he do if he was expelled? He'll possibly stay with Sirius or Narcissa if she lets him. "That's where you come in. Are you patrolling tomorrow night?"

Draco nodded in Harry's neck. "Goyle and I are both supposed to be on watch tomorrow," he tells him, disliking the fact that he must play the part of Umbridge's team, but he must.

"Well, be sure to keep clear of the seventh floor, okay?" Harry asked earnestly. The seventh floor is where the apparent room is, but he doesn't exactly know where it is yet.

"Where are you going to meet?" Draco asked, and curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to know where Harry and his group will be hiding so he can make sure the Inquisitional Squad don't find the location and tip them off. Pansy and Blaise will keep it a secret, of course. But Crabbe and Goyle probably won't.

"A house-elf told me about a special room, it is supposed to transform into whatever kind of room you need," Harry explained it simply. He was excited to see this room which sounds impossibly real.

Draco's eyes lit up and he turned his head around to look up at Harry. "Whatever kind of room?" he asked, surprised and curious about the magic that Hogwarts really has beneath its walls. But he was thinking of all the rooms he could create for his and Harry's benefit. They were mainly just large bedrooms or lounge rooms with love sofas.

Harry laughed and lightly ran his fingers down Draco's spine, thinking of all the rather special rooms he can think of for sexual activities with Draco. "Mm-hmm." He could think of a few rather kinky rooms involving tying Draco up to things while he fucks him or the other way around. He wondered if the room can make Dildos appear. He's never masturbated with a dildo before and it sounds interesting. He's wanked in the shower before when thinking of Draco when he was alone up in Gryffindor Tower.

"That bears some investigating, don't you think?" Draco was eager to find this room with Harry and to find what uses it's good for.

"Well, we are going to test it out tomorrow," Harry said with an excited grin. He could practically sense the sexual need radiating from Draco and it just turns him on. "If it can transform into a defence classroom, who knows what else it can create."

Draco hummed with a smirk as he sat up on the couch and stared at Harry. Harry leaning up and kissing Draco's forehead, and Draco leaned down and started kissing Harry's neck. But then the bell for the first class had interrupted them and they both groaned. They both had Herbology. Even though they felt stuck together, they managed to get off the couch and head to their first class of the day.

*****

Draco sat in charms next to Harry. He could hear little of what the conversation Harry, Ron and Hermione were talking about over the loud croaking of frogs, Ravens and the heavy pitter-patter of rain hitting the windows. All he knew was that they were talking about Umbridge and how she found about the meeting in the Hog's head. He's been asking around the Slytherin common room if anyone knew of someone who went to the Hogs Head on that Hogsmeade day. There was nobody who knew of anything of the sort.

He even heard a few things about his Uncle Sirius every now and then. He grew curious. But what he wanted to know was why Harry never told him that Sirius has been fire-calling him. He would have loved to have a chat with his Uncle at times. Of course, he knew that whatever these three friends are talking about, it has to be somewhat important. But could it really be too important? Too important that they need to keep certain things private.

As his raven began cawing, he wanted some attention from his boyfriend, so he ran his fingertips over Harry's hair above his ears. So soft and fluffy and very pretty. He placed his hand under Harry's chin and gave the raven-haired Gryffindor a slow kiss on the cheek.

Harry turned his head around to face his boyfriend and smiled warmly. He cupped both of Draco's cheeks and gave him a quick kiss so their professor wouldn't see them

Draco smiled goofily at Harry. When his raven cawed into his ear, he swiftly turned his head to glare ignorantly at it. How dare the crow disturb him! The crow just cawed again. Draco grunted and pointed his wand at the bird. With a sharp wand jab and the spell "Silencio!" the crow was left mute. Draco smirked at his work. He's finally managed to shut his crow up from the 30 tries he did earlier. The crow was pissed at the wizard and pecked him on the hand hard. "Oww!" Draco hissed in pain.

Harry laughed at his boyfriend and the crow. It was so humorous to see and watch as it seemed that the Slytherin and raven hated each other. While the blonde Slytherin wizard was distracted by laughing at the cawing crow, which he felt a little sorry for as it's just an innocent crow, he grabbed at Draco's tie and yanked him into a kiss. He could tell the Slytherin just melted in the embrace as those soft cling-able lips which are kissing his own began to slow down into a loving kiss.

Draco had indeed melted into Harry's loving embrace. He loves how Harry's kisses could be so unexpected at times. It always makes his heart flutter in his chest. Harry makes his heart flutter in his chest. He loves this guy so much, to the moon and back. The heart is not just in one body but two. Two souls make one complete. As he leaned out, his smile widened to see Harry's own smile. Such a rare occurrence. It is a beautiful smile and he makes sure to tell Harry that every day.

Sadly, Harry has Herbology with the Hufflepuffs next and Draco had Divination with the Ravenclaw's, so they had to separate for a little while. It was just one of those days where their classes were with other houses. But that was okay as they could see each other at lunch and in the afternoon. When he and Harry were the last in the classroom, he embraced his Gryffindor boyfriend in a loving tight embrace and kissed him slowly.

Professor Flitwick smiled at the two but left them be as he knew those two will depart in a minute's time to their next classes. And he was right, after exactly a minute, Harry and Draco had stopped snogging and departed ways outside with a quick kiss, a hug and then a wave goodbye until they see each other next time. The professor was so happy for these two boys. He's been happy for them for a while now, since whenever they made a truce. Little professor Flitwick always knew there was something about those two that sparked something interesting and now he knew. It is love.

*****

Harry had just finally finished his essay and handed it over to Hermione. Hermione scanned Harry's essay and made a few improvements. She handed it back to Harry. "Your essays are becoming much better, Harry."

Harry smiled, "Yeah, I've gotten too many essays that I just cannot procrastinate anymore." He thought to himself that it was more likely because he knew that as soon as he finished the essay, he would be able to see Draco. "That was my last assignment, I'm going to find Draco, I need to see him before tomorrow."

"Alright, Harry," Hermione said with a knowing smile, glad Harry seems a little happier now even if she does see him looking quite depressed every morning. She's just so glad Harry has Draco in his life to love and be loved. "Get back before curfew!"

"Of course, Hermione," Harry said as he made his way to the tunnel leading to the Portrait of the fat lady. He said the password and the portrait opened to reveal Draco with a smile. This was a surprise to him.

"Harry!" Draco said sweetly while embracing him in a loving hug. He hasn't seen Harry at all since breakfast due to homework and essays that needed to be completed. It's been a busy week actually.

"Hello! What are you doing here?" Harry asked in surprise, hugging Draco back tightly with a toothy grin. This was a great surprise, even if it wasn't an actual surprise but he felt like it was after finishing the essay. "I was actually out to find you."

Draco laughed warmly as he was actually doing the same thing. "I wanted to spend the night with you, Harry," he explains himself with equal the amount of surprise to his tone. "It's been boring without you."

"Or," Harry added, leaning out of the hug slightly so he could see Draco's face, "I could spend the night with you. How about a Slytherin sleepover again? Does that sound alright?"

Draco nodded excitingly, leaned in and ended the space between them in a slow kiss. Harry slid his hands up and over Draco's neck. "Let's go then," he leaned out of the kiss to say, and Harry smiled. Draco escorted Harry to the dungeons, from there he said the password and the secret passageway opened up. He led Harry down the hallways with the familiar signs showing where the first, second, third years and so on were staying.

Harry followed Draco into the boy's dormitories and there, he saw Blaise and Theodore. He gave Blaise a friendly smile and Blaise returned one. He sent Theodore a smile as well but the Slytherin rolled his eyes and ignored him. Harry pouted a little, thinking how rude that was. He then stared around the room in amazement, and he looked out the large windows and thought he just saw the Giant Squid swim by.

Draco laughed at the surprised-looking Harry Potter, even though he's been in the room many times and he kissed his cheek. "You can be so stereotypical at times, Harry," he says and wonders what Harry actually thought the Slytherin dormitories would be like when he first showed Harry back in their 4th years. Probably dark and scary as usual.

"I know, I just thought..." Harry was about to explain himself but instead got interrupted.

"You thought what?" Theodore asked bitterly with a scowl. "That we Slytherin's live in actual dungeons locked up in a cage? Pathetic! You Gryffindor's-."

"That's enough, Theodore!" Blaise snapped at him, nostrils flaring, and Harry actually took a step back. He's never seen Blaise get mad or seen Theodore in the dorm besides if he's asleep. "Leave them be, just like you how you leave Ron and I be."

Theodore glared angrily at Blaise before shooting an unimpressed look at Draco while drawing the curtains around him closed and leaned back on his bed.

Blaise sighed and shook his head. He got up and cast a few silencing spells around his and Draco's bed just in case. "I'm sorry about him, Harry. He's a pain in the arse."

Harry smiled respectfully at Blaise. He was glad Blaise was a great friend to Draco and to him too. "It's okay, and you're right, he most certainly is a pain in the arse!" That made Draco laugh and he sat on his bed. He reached over and pulled Harry by the waist over to him. Harry yelped he was pulled onto Draco's lap though, he wished he was sitting on something particularly hard and meaty right now. Draco nudged Harry's head to the side with his own and began kissing Harry's neck. Harry leaned his head back on Draco's shoulder and let the pleasure run through each kiss Draco gave his neck.

Blaise smiled at the two, missing Ron already and wondering when he should go see him again. Knowing Ron, he probably is up in his bed snoring away with piles of homework next to him. "If you're going to do anything...erotic...please make it quiet." Harry gave him an innocent smile. Blaise smiled back with a smirk. "Yeah, right."

Draco trailed kisses up and down Harry's neck and made sure he used his tongue. Harry bit his lip hard to stop himself from moaning. Blaise rolled his eyes, hopped into his own bed, and drawled the curtains around him shut. Draco licked from Harry's shoulder and up to his ear.

"Having fun?" Harry whispered, feeling Draco's hot tongue explore around his neck. He let out a gasp as Draco's tongue reached his ear and drew sticky circles on his earlobe. God...

"Undeniably!" Draco replied breathlessly while sucking on Harry's lower neck. Harry let an "mmm" slip from his throat and Draco laughed softly, mouth over Harry's neck. "Like that, don't you?" He bit down on the same spot hard, hoping to leave a mark and to brand Harry as his own.

"Yes," Harry whispered and was leaning down on Draco's chest. Merlin he could start going hard any minute now. Draco slowly lowered himself down on his bed until he was lying on his back and pulled Harry with him. Harry snuggled up with Draco but then a sudden movement caught his eye, and he was looking at the window next to Nott's bed. He widened his eyes at what he spotted outside of the window. It was a Merfolk. A Merman to be precise.

Draco looked to where his boyfriend was looking at with wide eyes and immediately spotted the Merman. He smiled at the creature. They were quite nice creatures to have around when studying for tests or just reading. He has no clue what they say, since he doesn't speak Mer-people. He'd like to learn though. Someday. "Let's name him...Octopian," he said, watching the Merman swim around with his trident.

"That's a pretty name," said Harry with admiration, tilting his head to the side. He chuckled softly when seeing Draco pout for his obvious jealousy. "Not as gorgeous as your name, Draco. Dragons are amazing creatures, but they're not as beautiful as you either."

Draco blushed with a shy smile. Never once has anybody said that about his name, except Harry of course, but he's still not used to it. "I love you, Harry Potter."

"I love you too, Draco Malfoy," whispered Harry, who cupped Draco's chin and leaned in for a kiss. When his lips met the blonde Slytherin's soft ones, he felt like he was melting on the inside from the warmth that filled his entire body.

"Pillow?" Draco asked suddenly, nodding his head at the front of his bed. Harry nodded and crawled up Draco's bed. He laid down and sniffed the pillow, smelling citrus and sighing in the pillow. Draco drew all the curtains around them closed and crawled over to Harry. He sat on Harry's lap and leaned down, staring precisely into emerald green eyes, and smiling. He noticed how the Slytherin green colours of his bed were making Harry's eyes incredibly greener if that was possible. It was a beautiful sight, like looking at nature itself. So beautiful and perfect. "You know, it's kind of romantic in here. It's nice and dark, not too dark though. Your eyes sparkle because of the Slytherin green curtains around us..."

"Aww! Thanks, Draco," Blaise said humorously. He was seated on his bed while reading his Herbology book before bedtime. It was time for payback anyway. He secretly rubbed his hands together with a smirk on his face.

"He meant me, Blaise!" Harry said loudly while staring up at the roof of Draco's bed. God... for the love of Merlin.

Blaise laughed at the Gryffindor in bed with his best friend. Oh, how he enjoys his life. "Draco, your boyfriend's jealous of us," he said smugly and pulled a face in the direction of Draco's bed.

"Am not!" Harry snapped back. He wasn't jealous at all.

"Are too, Harry!" Draco said tauntingly while running his hands through Harry's dark hair. He loves a jealous Harry Potter. He loves his jealous Harry Potter. "You're my jealous little Gryffindor." Harry's eyebrow raised, unimpressed with being called small. Draco seemed to know what was going through his mind and he smiled guiltily, "Minus the little part, of course."

Harry rolled his eyes at him, thinking much better and he pulled Draco down with his shirt and whispered, "Want to give Blaise something to listen to so he won't fall asleep? I just know it will probably haunt him for the remainder of his school years."

"I like what you're thinking, Harry," Draco whispered back with a smirk on his lips. Harry winked at him. Draco sniggered at that attractive wink, pondering what he has in mind, and he pulled Harry's shirt up. He leaned down and blew hard on Harry's stomach, making a farting sound.

Harry laughed hard; the feeling was vibrating over his stomach. It tickled like hell but felt so good.

"Alright, who farted?" Blaise asked vexatiously. He blames it on Harry as no Slytherin farts. Ever! Well, except for Gregory and Vincent. Those two break major wind during the night. It's quite embarrassing.

"Wasn't a fart, Blaise," Draco mumbled as he gave Harry another raspberry. Mm. He loves the taste of Harry under his lips and tongue. It's like tasting fresh wintry air on a nice cool day.

"What is it then?" asked Blaise who narrowed his eyes at the curtain to his right which he knew held two bodies in it.

"It's called a raspberry," Draco answered for him. And it's a very tasty raspberry, he thought while leaning back down to give Harry another raspberry but on his abdomen. It activated Harry's cock and made it jump in his boxers.

"Explain further..." Blaise prodded as he was still confused about why they were talking about a fruit.

Draco sighed happily at his work on Harry's stomach. There were little marks on Harry's stomach. "It's basically blowing on the skin and it makes that... noise," he explains it as simply as possible to his best friend.

Harry pulled Draco up towards him again to whisper, "I meant sexual, Draco. Want to give Blaise something he genuinely can't fall asleep because of?"

Draco smirked and nodded. That sounded exciting. "How do we do that, though?" he asks in a low voice. "Are we really going to...?"

Harry shook his head. He wanted to do that but no. "Just pretend," he whispered, pulling Draco down for a quick kiss.

Draco leaned out with the same smirk on his face. "Oh, yes, Harry," he moaned, pretending as best as he could that Harry was jacking him off with his hand, and he even bucked his hips up to make the bed creak. "Keep touching me there! Yes! Fuck! Yes, Harry! Oh! Keep going!"

Harry tried to hold down a laugh. This was utterly fun, and he could just see the look of horror on Blaise' face if he were to pull open the drapes. "Want me to go faster?" he asked quickly, enjoying this little fake role play.

"Yes, please!" Draco whimpered, and actually wanting Harry to have sex with him so he can actually feel something wonderful. "Harder and faster! Yes! That's the spot! Fuck me, Harry!"

"You're so good for me, Draco, so come for me," Harry responded gaspingly with a crooked smile. He heard Blaise groan loudly and presumably hit his head against the wall. Poor Blaise.

"I'm coming for you," Draco whines loudly again, bucking his hips up once again. "Ohhhhhh!"

"You're so sticky, baby," Harry replied with a chuckle, running his hand up and under Draco's white shirt and pulled it up. He leaned his head down and sucked and kissed the Slytherin's pale stomach. "Oh, you taste so good Draco."

"Merlin's Beard!" Blaise snapped, throwing his pillow at Draco's closed curtains. His pillow went through the curtains and hit Harry on the head, though Blaise didn't know it. "Shut the hell up!"

Harry snorted and continued where he left off. But he threw Blaise back his pillow, and he heard it hit the floor. "Yes, Draco, in you go," he breathes, pretending Draco's cock is sinking deep into his arse hole. He actually wants it to. "Mmm."

"Shut it, the both of you," Blaise snapped again, banging his head against the wall in his bed. "Oww...."

Draco laughed.

"For Pete's sakes!" Blaise groaned, hopping out of his bed and grabbed his pillow, not looking up at the closed curtains where the moans were coming from and rushed back into his bed. He folded the pillow over his head to shut out the noise. Harry and Draco both laughed at how real they sounded. Draco leaned down and captured Harry's lips in a kiss.

*****

Severus sighed. Another month has been, and he needs to keep the green-eyed Gryffindor healthy. When seeing the boy look so miserable and his godson watching the Gryffindor with worry, he just knew he had to do something. He really does care for the boy, especially to what Potter told him about on their first therapy appointment. Potter thought that the abuse from the muggles and feeling like the Death of Cedric Diggory was his fault, but it was not, how could the boy believe such a thing? Hearing that also really took down those walls of stone that surrounded Severus' heart.

So, he made a trip to his storeroom, grabbed a vile of eating disorder potion and when the Gryffindor was distracted by his godson, he quickly poured it into the boy's Pumpkin juice, nodded at his godson and walked to the Professor's tables.

He watched from the table as Potter drank up the Pumpkin juice and immediately felt happier. He wished Potions weren't the only thing that could make the boy happy. Severus was snapped right out of his gaze at the couple from a particular strict voice from beside him.

"Severus?" said Professor McGonagall in her usual strict manner. She saw what her fellow Professor did and wanted to know about it. "What did you put in Harry's drink?"

"Minerva, must you suspect entirety what transpires on this fateful morning?" asked Severus profoundly while dishing himself a warm bowl of porridge. He understands her curiosity, but some things aren't meant to be told about including Potter's condition.

"Yes, Severus, I must," said McGonagall in a low voice. "So, do tell what you spiked Mr Potter with?"

"Just a draught to keep Mr Potter's hunger up," Severus drawled. What else could he tell her? That the famous Harry Potter suffers from depression because of his relatives? Unlikely to happen. "That's all the information I can give you. I can't tell further than that. Dumbledore's orders."

McGonagall nodded and said, "Alright" before continuing to eat her breakfast.

Draco smiled at Harry and how his mood changed suddenly. What exactly happened when he woke? Surely not another nightmare, he hoped. After finishing off his porridge and watching Harry finally eat something and finish all of it, he took his Gryffindor boyfriend out of the Great Hall and down to the Willow tree.

Draco leaned against the tree and Harry walked up to him and they intertwined hands. "Tell me about how the lessons went."

"Really good!" Harry said with almost excitement while looking into pools of Silver, and he squeezed Draco's hand slightly. "We had about 25 people altogether and they did extremely well. I wonder if this is what all our professors feel when we've passed an exam or got a high grade."

"That's incredible!" Draco said happily. But then his face turned serious, "But you should be more careful. Umbridge knows that something is up, seems like she knows you have a group set up somewhere because we've seen loads of people together in one corridor at once."

"Everyone left in groups of two's and three's though," Harry stated firmly. He was sure it seemed like everyone looked like they were in normal groups when heading out of the Room of Requirement. Why would anyone become suspicious of that?

Draco shook his head. "Maybe you should stagger up the departure times, get people to leave earlier and perhaps on their own," he suggests the idea for Harry. "Not everyone in Hogwarts walks in groups of threes."

"I'll try that next time," Harry said, cupping Draco's chin and kissed it. The little kiss put a smile on Draco's face. "Our next meeting is on Wednesday."

"Don't try, Harry, do. And I'll make sure I'm on patrol that day," the blonde Slytherin wizard said. "Be very careful, Harry." Draco's face was serious, "Don't get caught."

"I won't," Harry said with a promised smile. He loves how Draco worries for him so much. "I love how you worry about me."

"Of course, I worry for you, Harry," Draco said softly. How could he not? His Gryffindor boyfriend practically commits suicide every time he cuts himself. It's so worrying and concerning to see him wandering through the hallways looking so numb. "You're my boyfriend, my soulmate. Whenever I think of you and it's been a tough day I smile."

Harry smiled at the compliments and leaned in to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "You're my will to live," he says, looking at the Slytherin's cheek. "You are the reason I can get up in the morning and live my life-"

Draco leaned in, cupping Harry's face in his hands and kissed Harry passionately. He doesn't want to hear about how he's the only reason Harry gets up in the morning and lives. There just has to be other people like the Weasley's, his mother, and all his Gryffindor friends. They broke out of the kiss as the bell chimed for the first class of the day. Potions. Harry frowned at the bell and continued kissing his boyfriend until the bell stopped ringing and they had to leave for class.

*****

Harry was back up in Godric's bathroom, sitting on the floor and let out every emotion he could think of. He cut and cut and cut until he felt dizzy and felt the darkness start to engulf him. He could still hear Draco's hateful words ringing in his ears out on the pitch. One minute they had been battling each other for the snitch, the next he had been sinking his fist into Draco's stomach, wanting to cause him as much pain as Draco's words had caused him.

Banned for life from Quidditch. Last year he hadn't been able to imagine going a year without playing a game and now he was facing a lifetime. He sat there in tears. Even thinking about Draco hurt. All the memories since the beginning of last year always kept him on his feet but now, it just hurt and sank him deeper and deeper into his depression. He couldn't be bothered going down to the Great Hall for dinner as he'll see Draco there and everyone else. He didn't want to see anybody. He just wanted some alone time and he was glad he got it.

But still, Draco showed him the bedrooms. He thought he could get away from Draco but no, it seemed he's everywhere. He doesn't want anything to do with Draco, nor anybody else for that matter. He just didn't feel like living anymore. It was weighing him down so much. The best thing he felt like doing right now was pitching himself off the astronomy tower. He chuckled darkly at the thought of what the Daily Prophet would think about it. Saviour of the Wizarding World: commits suicide.

Ah, suicide, he thought. It would be so easy. Just one leap and everything would be over. Harry loved the sound of that. He still blamed himself for Cedric's death. What more would he want with life? Another death? He thought that it would be better to have himself die instead of others that he cares about. So, he decided that was it, he really did have enough. He hated this pain. All of it. He wanted to end it. He needed to end it. So, he placed the blade back in the tissue box and put it away. He stormed numbly out of the bedroom and up to the Astronomy Tower.

"Harry?"

Harry turned around and the last person he thought to see right before curfew, was Ron Weasley. "Ron..." Well, this is it... he thought. Goodbye, best mate. I hope to see you up there with everyone else too.

"What are you doing here... I-" Ron noticed there was blood leaking down into Harry's hand. He looked at him in alarm, "Your bleeding, Harry."

Harry shrugged numbly. "So?" he asked. He didn't care at all.

"Harry... if this is because of Draco..."

Harry ran, he ran away. He couldn't think or hear about Draco or anybody. He ran as fast as he could up to the Astronomy Tower. As he got there, he hauled himself over the railings but stood there for a minute, holding onto the railings from behind and felt the cool breeze of the night air. He watched the full boom beam down on him, he watched the bats flying by, some owls flying off and the mountains in the distance.

"Harry! Come back here, please!" Ron yelled worriedly. He watched Harry run off and raked his fingers through his hair and let out a sob. He knew who he had to find but was so mad at him he'd punch him in the face. He shook his head and headed to the Slytherin Dungeons.

Ron said the password and stormed through the Slytherin common room with tears in his eyes. He ran through the fifth year's boy's dormitory and eyed the beds. "GET THE BLOODY HELL UP! ALL OF YOU!" he roared.

There were sounds of grunting and heads being hit against the wall. All the five Slytherin boys opened their 4-posters bed curtains and glared at Ron.

Ron ignored all the other Slytherin's except one. He launched himself on the blonde, making Draco fall backwards on the bed and he kept him down on the bed with a hand at his chest. "HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO HARRY!" he shouted angrily, heart beating rapidly. "HOW DARE YOU SAY ALL THOSE MEAN STUPID THINGS TO HIM! AND HOW DARE YOU NOT APOLOGISE TO HIM WHEN YOU KNOW IT WAS YOUR FAULT! IT ALWAYS IS SOMEHOW! IF YOU REALLY LOVED HIM YOU WILL HELP HIM! SO, GET YOUR DARN ARSE UP OUT OF YOUR BED AND LOOK FOR HIM YOU BLOODY INSUFFERABLE GIT."

Draco had tears in his eyes from what Weasley had told him but also tried pushing the Gryffindor off of him. He regrets everything he has said earlier today during the first Slytherin Vs Gryffindor Quidditch competition for the year.

"Ron! Get off him!" Blaise snapped while grabbing Ron by the waist and trying to pull him off of Draco.

"NO!" Ron yelled, his head swiftly turning so he stared at his boyfriend with his own tears in his eyes. "Harry's going to kill himself!" That made everyone in the room stop and look at him sadly. "Draco doesn't know what Harry's going through right now! Losing someone he loves so much because of a stupid darn snitch!" He looked back down at Draco, his nostrils flaring. "I don't even know what happened between you two, all I saw was Harry throwing punches at you and I knew something was terribly wrong! You don't understand! You don't understand how hurt it makes me to see Harry all depressed and suicidal! I saw him bleeding! He had blood dripping down his sodding arm and he looked dead to the world! Do you know what that does to me? His best mate?!"

Blaise finally pulled Ron off of Draco and whispered calm words in his ear. In a matter of minutes, Ron had calmed down but was silently sobbing.

Draco curled his lip as he sat up, warm tears rolling down his cheeks. "Look... I'm sorry I said those words about his parents, and I know I should be apologising to Harry but he deserves so much better than me," he says lamentably and hugs his knees to his chest. He looked down his nose at the cold stone floor, frowning. "I'm such a terrible boyfriend, and if that means I have to let him go for real, I will because that's how much I love him."

"Draco..." Blaise said sadly, carefully and he went to join him on the bed, placing an arm around him. "You're not a terrible boyfriend and he does deserve you. You deserve each other. I know this because I see the look on your face every day and night that I see you enter this dorm and I know it's because you just came back from seeing Harry. It's love, Draco Malfoy. You love him."

"I do love him, Blaise," Draco wept, hugging his legs tightly and hoping Harry was somewhere safe. It's all he ever wishes. "I love him with my whole body and heart. It's why I should let him go... He's better off without me."

"Don't you dare let him go, Draco!" Ron snapped, nostrils flaring and he looked down at him aggravatingly from his nose. "You make him so happy; I also see the look on Harry's face and in his eyes when he's obviously been with you."

"What do I do, then? What can I do?" Draco asked sadly, staring at the end of his bed. But he knew what he must do. It was so obvious. He had to go find Harry before Harry tries to... kill himself, as Ron had told him.

"Do what you think is right, Draco," Theodore Nott said, giving him a little comforting smile. "I may hate seeing you with Potter, but I do admit you guys are adorable together." Draco sobbed, his eyes hurting from all the tears and he thanked him.

Before Theodore could show appreciation for him, Gregory interrupted him by saying, "Even though I'm terrible at relationship stuff, I believe you should go find him before it's... too late. You should go now."

"This is your last chance, Draco," Ron said seriously, crossing his arms forcefully and looking a little intimidating. "If you hurt him one more time, I will hunt you down and make sure you hurt the same way Harry does."

Draco nodded and wiped his tears away with his pyjama sleeves. "Noted," he says sadly, nodding yet again and sniffing hard.

"You should check the Astronomy Tower first though..." Ron said, trailing off. He just didn't want to think about what Harry could be doing now, or even if Harry's... alive. "I saw him run up there and I think you should hurry. I don't know how long he can..."

"Right..." Draco sobbed deplorably, grabbing his wand from his bedside table and got himself mentally ready to face Harry and the possible consequences.

"You should also use this," Ron said while giving Draco Harry's invisibility cloak. He had the Marauders map in his pocket but didn't think he should show the Slytherin that yet. He recalled at lunch; Harry was nowhere to be seen. So, he went to the Gryffindor Tower to the dorm and searched Harry's trunk for the map. But he didn't even see Harry anywhere on the map. Well, he saw Harry's footprints, but then they vanished at some wall. And he was nowhere near the Room of Requirement so where could he have been?

Draco let a tear run down his face at the material and nodded. He stormed out of the dorm, out of the common room and made his way up to the Astronomy Tower and hoped his worst fear wasn't about to come true.

But of course, as he made it up to the last set of stairs his heart dropped in his chest. He ran up to Harry, pulled him back over the railing and sat down with him in his arms. "Don't you dare do this to yourself, Harry James Potter!" he snapped but in a woeful voice. "Don't you dare put the guilt of your death in my hands! You wouldn't understand how I could live my life without you!" He could feel his... whatever he is... Ex-boyfriend... struggling to get out of his embrace, but he will not let go. He will never let go of this beautiful man. Never.

Harry tried and tried to loosen himself from Draco's grip. He had to go, he just had to. The abuse, Cedric's death and what happened only a few hours ago was too much on him. He couldn't bear to feel this pain again. "Gerrof me, Draco! Let me go! I want to do this!"

"I won't let you, Harry," Draco shook his head, crying into Harry's neck and inhaling his scent like it's the last incredible scent he would ever smell in his life before it disappears. "You cannot take your own life because of me! I won't allow it! I love you and I hate seeing you want to do this because of me." He let out a sob and leaned his forehead on Harry's back. "Look... I'm sorry."

"Don't you dare apologise, Draco!" Harry snapped but felt himself melt into Draco's embrace like he always does. His mind and heart were arguing with each other, one side of him trying to make him slither out of Draco's embrace to get away from him and the other side of him wanting to stay in the Slytherin's warm embrace. He just didn't know what to do. He loves Draco, but he hates him, and he loves him so much.

"What do you want me to say then?" Draco asked weakly, tightening his grip on Harry and closing his eyes when breathing in his scent.

"Nothing, don't bother saying anything," Harry said, a little solaced, and whilst feeling Draco's arms tighten around him, he sighed shakily. "I don't want to hear any excuses."

"I don't know what it was..." Draco's voice was barely above a whisper. "It was losing, it was all the chanting, it was you getting the snitch. The words just started coming out of my mouth and I couldn't stop them."

"Couldn't stop them? That is BULLSHIT." Harry swiftly stood up from the floor, turned around and stared down into tearful but beautiful silver eyes. "YOU WERE FUCKING MAD AND WANTED TO SAY ALL THOSE THINGS!"

"I DIDN'T, I DIDN'T MEAN IT!" Draco shouted back up at him, eyes flashing and heard pounding in his chest. Shouting? He and Harry have never had such an argument before. Yet he knows it's his fault.

"THEN WHY SAY SUCH THINGS TO ME WHEN YOU KNOW HOW MENTALLY UNSTABLE, I AM, DRACO!" Harry roars, not at all afraid that the whole of Hogwarts could hear them. Let them hear him, let them know that he's breaking and falling apart. Let them know that he and Draco...

"I'M SORRY!" Draco stood up and glared at Harry. "I WAS MAD, OKAY?!"

Harry took a few long and deep breaths to calm himself down. He hugged himself and looked up into Draco's eyes sadly. "It could just have easily been your hand that grabbed the snitch than it was mine," he says solacely. "You were just a second behind me. But I got it, and my reward? A Bludger hit straight into my back, my boyfriend insulting my dead mother, and a lifetime ban from Quidditch."

"I- What?" Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't think that could happen. He didn't hear about it until now. "What do you mean you are banned from Quidditch?"

"You haven't heard?" Harry looked at him sadly in disbelief. How could Draco not know? He was sure everyone would be talking about it now. "George, Fred and me. All three of us are banned. Thanks to the bloody High Inquisitor."

"I've been walking around Hogwarts, trying to think of something to say to you," Draco said sadly. He could see Harry slowly walking back towards the railings of the tower. He wasn't dumb. He was ready to lunge for Harry and keep him safe and away from falling to his death.

"What have you come up with?" Harry asked sadly. He kept taking the smallest steps backwards, so it seems like nothing and that it seems like the wind is doing all of this. But he knows Draco. He can see the alarm, guilt and worry creeping onto his face.

"I hadn't gotten much past apologising and pleading when I realised that nothing I could say would make up for what I did," Draco said, and he just wants to get onto his knees and beg Harry to forgive him but even he wouldn't forgive himself. "I am sorry, Harry. More than sorry."

"I don't think an apology can make up for what you did and said Draco," Harry responded numbly, and he couldn't help but scratch at his freshly made cuts. It's all he could do to keep his anger bottled up inside him for a while.

Draco frowned at the obvious gesture from Harry. "I am sorry. I am sorry I got mad at you for catching the snitch. I am sorry that I am jealous of how good a seeker you are. I am sorry that I let my temper get away from me and I said things that I don't believe and that I shouldn't have said. I am sorry that my words caused you so much pain. I am sorry that..." Draco took a deep breath and looked into Harry's eyes, "I am sorry that you won't be able to play Quidditch because of me. And most of all, I am sorry because I love you and I don't know what to do to make this better."

Harry looked defiantly at Draco. The silver eyes looked over at him soberly. The pale skin of Draco's face was marred only by the faint trace of a bruise where one of Harry's punches had landed. With trembling fingers, Harry reached up and traced the line of the bruise down his cheek. Draco put his hand over Harry's and turned his head so that he could kiss the palm of Harry's hand. He softly grasped both of Harry's hands and held them between the two of them.

"I love you too, Draco, but I can't deal with this pain any longer," Harry let his warm tears fall down his face at what he admits and the look on Draco's face wen to sad to downright crushed. "I need help, I admit I do. I can't live in or with pain and guilt."

"This is why we have Severus for you to talk to, Harry. As well as me and my mother if you want," Draco said gloomily and wiped away those beautiful tears from his beautiful... what he's hoping to be boyfriend again. "Severus will do his best to help you, you just need to tell him what your previous therapist said and told you to do. How to cope with urges, et cetera."

"I am willing to get help, even if it's from him," Harry said and he actually means it this time instead of doubting Snape. "I'll tell him everything he needs to know about everything."

Draco leaned forward, resting his forehead against Harry's. "Please, promise me you won't try something like that again," he asks of him carefully, tilting his chin up a little to press a kiss to Harry's forehead. "I love you so much and would die for you, Harry Potter. You really don't know how your death would affect me. I'll tell you how I would feel: Broken, Shattered, Incomplete, Lonely and depressed. You make me whole and you complete me."

"I promise and I'll try my best not to," Harry said numbly, squeezing Draco's hand and bumping foreheads with him. "It's just so hard. You also complete me and make me whole and I'd hate to see you in the same pain that I am in." They stood there for a few minutes just listening to each other breathe. Harry slowly felt some of the pain ease. "Are we okay?"

"I don't know, Harry," Draco replied with remorse, his shoulders shrugging slightly. "You will have to decide that."

"I can't decide on my own, Draco," Harry responded by letting another tear fall down his face. It came out of nowhere and stained his cheek with a little wet river. Draco couldn't take this. He leaned in for a tight hug and let all the tears fall down his face. Everything he kept bottled up inside him since the Quidditch match came out in tear droplets. "I love you so much, I'm so sorry for today."

Harry leaned out of the hug until his face was in front of Draco's. He frowned at the tears streaming down his boyfriend's pale but beautiful face. "I love you too, Draco," he responded quite casually, though he still was pained by the incident. "It's okay, today was just a... I don't know. It happens with couples like us. They fight but always make up in the end." With a sigh, he ran his hand over Draco's cheek and ended the space between them with a soft gentle kiss. Draco melted in the kiss, missing the feel of Harry's lips on his own and thought that he wouldn't have had a goodbye kiss if he and Harry actually... broke up. He couldn't take it. Harry's lips are so soft and gentle like always. He ran his hands up Harry's back, to his hair and curled his fingers through the soft raven locks.

Harry pulled out of the kiss, staring deeply into Draco's silver eyes he loves so much. He gave Draco a smile, a real one. He leaned in for another quick kiss and hugged Draco, smelling the vanilla cologne and citrus hair gel and it immediately calmed him down.

"Come on, Harry," Draco said sadly, more like tiredly, and kissed Harry's forehead. He was really tired and needed some sleep now or he'll possibly be grumpy tomorrow. He didn't want Harry feeling any worse by being so cranky and tired in the morning. "We should head to bed."

Harry nodded sluggishly in the embrace. "Where to?"

"Slytherin dorm, conceivably?" Draco asked lamely, his slight smile faltering and ending up as a frown.

Harry leaned out of the hug and intertwined their hands together, feeling ready to get back into everything but take it a little slow. Right now, he just wanted to take the remaining pain away with the only thing he knew could. "How about the Room of Requirement? I want you to give love to me."

Draco looked at him with uncertainty. Would Harry really want to shag now? After what has happened? "Do you mean...?"

Harry nodded again. He remembered all the times when he had sex with Draco and he felt really depressed that day, it made him feel really good. Not sexually really good but emotionally. He actually felt happy every now and then. "I actually haven't told you this as it's kind of embarrassing but... I think sex helps me in some way..."

"It helps you?" Draco asked slowly, raising an eyebrow with disbelief. This just doesn't make sense and why is Harry talking about this now? "How could it help you?"

"I don't know," Harry mutters and shrugged. He looked back up into those silver eyes he loves. "It just does. It reduces all my stress and anxiety, boosts my mood and increases my compassion."

"More sex, less stress," Draco said with a little grin on his lips. He didn't know if he should have said that, but it was a little funny.

Harry continued as he knows Draco needs to hear it all. "It also takes my mind of things that are... hurtful, and it's kind of like exercise so it helps me sleep better."

"Sexercise," Draco said with an amused snort. Oh, he really needs to stop with these puns. Focus, Draco, he thought. But what Harry was telling him was actually making a lot of sense. No wonder Harry feels better after shagging. Even he himself feels really great and gets more sleep.

Harry forced a chuckle at him. "So, can we?" he asked almost eagerly but hid it well with a small frown which he knew wouldn't make anything better but it's all he could do right now. Smiling? What's smiling?

"Of course, Harry," Draco said nonchalantly while giving Harry a kiss on the forehead. "I love you and if shagging is something that helps you, then I will give it to you. But I can't do it every day. Were only mortals and have a limited amount of energy in us."

"Understood." Harry looked at him and leaned in for a kiss. Draco chucked the invisibility cloak over the both of them as he knew it would be past curfew already. The kiss was needy, exciting but also a little emotional as they were both feeling sad from today's fight. But they didn't want to think or talk about it anymore. They both said what was needed to be said and made up for it.

Draco leaned out of the kiss, smiling with his teeth. "Let's go, then."

Harry led Draco up to the Room of Requirement while under the invisibility cloak. It took a while, but they finally got there. Draco stared at the wall with confusion. He looked at Harry and noticed he closed his eyes and was clearly deep in thought. He caressed Harry's cheek with his finger and smiled.

Harry opened one of his eyes and stared at Draco, his green eyes flashing with passion and excitement. "If you could have any type of room, what would you want?" he asked quietly while staring into silver orbs full of excitement and need.

Draco smiled. He was excited for what could happen in this room and he will make sure it is the best shagging session Harry has ever had. So, if it is true that shagging can help Harry, then he would like a very comfy bed to fuck Harry hard with. "I'd just like a nice comfy bedroom that I can share with you."

Harry nodded and thought of Draco's bedroom at his Venetian Manor, as it was extremely comfy. But he also thought about Godric's bedroom and the Gryffindor colours. As he opened his eyes, a large wooden door was forming in the blank wall.

"Whoa..." Draco said in surprise as a large brown wooden door that looked like it had been carved from the finest wood in the world had appeared in front of him and Harry. Harry opened the door and they walked through the door, astounded at the sight before them. It looked exactly like Draco's room at the Venice manor but in Gryffindor colours with the tiniest hint of Slytherin green on the pillows and quilt.

Draco pulled Harry to the bed and leaned up against it. For long seconds they stand there, clinging to each other, gentle, tracing tongues, fingers threaded into hair and whispers that no longer need to make sense.

Gaining in confidence as Harry pulls their hips tight together and groans at the friction, Draco draws him down onto the bed, falling onto his back and tugging Harry down until he is sprawling over Draco, one hand cupping his face and the other curled into the maroon quilt beneath him.

"You sure you want to do this?" Draco whispers, as he vaguely needs to know before he completely loses himself to the warm mouth on his throat and the weight of Harry all over him and the friction of Harry's denim-covered erection against his own.

"Yes, Draco. Fuck!" Harry says, mumbling into his neck and pushing against him with such slow intention that Draco can't help groaning out loud. He needed this so much, he wanted to feel good instead of shitty and depressed.

"Okay, I want to," Draco says after a moment, gasping slightly. The only things that matters are Harry's mouth and the wave of pure relief in his stomach and the fact that Harry is kneeling unsteadily on the bed and tugging his jumper over his head and Draco can touch him again, tracing fingertips over smooth, warm skin and pulling at his own shirt.

Harry helps, removing Draco's shirt and exploring every inch of exposed skin with careful hands and slow kisses. Their movements are languid, aching, rising and falling together as robes and trousers and woollen socks are kicked to the floor and they push, arch, gasp against each other until the only words are 'please' and 'yes' and 'fuck' and Draco is inside Harry, holding his hips as he leans down, green eyes alight beneath damp dark hair, rising and sinking down with beautiful, maddening control. Draco touches him, hearing his whimper, feeling his blunt nails scraping his chest, watching his head tip back and staring, dry-mouthed, at his exposed throat.

"Yes," Draco whispers, sliding his hand firmly over desperate, slippery hardness and letting out a short, harsh breath as he feels the scorch of arousal pull tight in the pit of his stomach.

Harry looks down at him, flushed and open, smiles breathlessly and spills hotly all over Draco's hand without ever looking away from his eyes. Draco stares back, groans softly and pulls Harry down into a messy kiss as his release rushes through his body and inside Harry. Silence, once more, falls over the bedroom as they lie tangled and sticky.

"I love you," Harry whispered as he pulled the blankets and quilt over himself. He feels amazing, so good like every time he's been shagged by Draco after having a horrible day. This is definitely what he needs.

"I love you too," Draco responds tiredly, snuggling up close to Harry and feeling the warmth of Harry's body against his. He stared deeply into the emerald green eyes and smiled. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?"

Harry smiled back and pushed back a strand of Draco's hair from his eyes. "Yes, many times," he says, feeling a blush form on his cheeks. "Too many times, but I love each and every one of the compliments."

"Good, because you deserve every one of those compliments," Draco had said, hesitating for a moment to really look at Harry with love. "Because, you're beautiful, Harry Potter. The most beautiful guy ever seen in the world."

"You're beautiful too, Draco Malfoy," Harry said sweetly. He just couldn't get enough of these compliments, so he gave some back. "Much more beautiful than anything in the entire universe. The stars, planets, flowers, gardens, earth. You're bloody gorgeous, like an angel from heaven. Your hair shines in both the moon and sunlight and it's an extraordinary view. You're silver eyes shimmer in the most breathtakingly way. Your-"

Draco kissed Harry before he could finish off the sentence. Harry melted in the kiss and slid his hand up Draco's thigh. But then he leaned out of the breathtaking kiss and laid down on his side facing Draco, reached up and ran a finger down Draco's cheek. Draco smiled faintly and laid down facing Harry, his fist holding his head up.

"How are you feeling, my darling?" Draco asked gently, curiously, and remembering everything Harry had told him before they came into this room.

"Really amazing," Harry said with a truthful smile. He was telling the truth. Why wouldn't he when the most beautiful guy in the universe has fucked him into oblivion? "It was like I could actually sleep for weeks, if not, days. I was honest with you, Draco. Sex really does help me. I feel so... good. I feel like I could be happy for at least a whole week. The stress and anxiety I were feeling have... it's like it was drained out of me."

Draco smiled. This was something he likes to hear. At least there is something that can help Harry. "That's good, and perhaps, if you are really feeling depressed and can't hold in the urges, a nice shag should do the trick."

Harry laughed and kissed Draco's cheek repeatedly. "Maybe not, though," he sounded unsure. "My arse would be killing me if that was the case. As much as I love our shags, I still need to have an arse that doesn't hurt all the time I sit down on it. Especially on the bloody Great Hall tables. They're so hard to sit on!"

Draco groaned and remembered exactly how that feels. He remembers his first time having Harry's thick meaty cock up his arse and how sore he was a few hours after the incredible shag. "I know! They really need light pillows on the seats."

"Mmm," Harry hummed and laid his head back down on the pillow. He felt amazing but also bloody fatigued from the beautiful sex he had with Draco. He needs some sleep and a lot of it as he never gets enough of it.

Draco smiled amiably as he saw how tired his boyfriend looks. He too was so sodding tired and needed his sleep. "Go to sleep, Harry," he whispered and kissed Harry's forehead. Harry closed his eyes, but a minute later he opened his left eye. Silver eyes were watching him still. Draco leaned in for a long innocent kiss, which Harry accepted as he kissed back softly. "I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, Draco," Harry said slowly with a smile and that smile melted Draco's heart. "More than you'll ever know."

"Now seriously, go to sleep," Draco ordered but softly while running a hand slowly through soft raven hair. And finally, Harry closed his eyes. Draco pulled the sheets and blankets over the top of them both and fell asleep minutes later after Harry had.

*****

The library was filled with students studying for the end of term exams. Hermione hissed over at Harry, "Stop staring at Draco with your puppy dog eyes and go sit with him already."

Harry blushed as he'd just been caught and looked away from the Slytherin who actually heard Hermione and he winked at Harry. Ron laughed but didn't contradict Harry.

"Honestly, Harry," Hermione hissed, and beside her, Ron was folding the pages in his book which he knows will make Hermione have a fit. "We have exams starting next week! If he's the reason you're distracted, which I'm pretty sure I know is correct, maybe you should go study with him."

Harry shrugged and looked back down at his textbook. The truth is he thinks he doesn't spend enough time with his two best friends than he should do.

"She's right, mate," Ron had finally said something instead of laughing his guts out. "You really should sit with him."

"I just feel as if I don't spend enough time with you guys," Harry decided to tell them. He really hopes that wasn't true as he loves spending time with his best friends and Draco.

Hermione smiled gratefully at Harry. She's glad he told her and Ron that. "Harry, we're your best friends. We spend as much time as we can together and your relationship with Draco won't come between us three."

Harry nodded. But he was still unsure if Hermione was telling the truth. He would hate to have to choose between Draco and them. "Alright, as long as you're sure," he can't help but look at them with uncertainty.

"Oh, we're sure," Ron replied with a smile, and Hermione nodded in agreement.

Harry sighed, grabbed his book bag, and left the table with a quick goodbye. He walked over to Draco, kissed his cheek, and sat down next to him at the table. Where were Pansy and Blaise? Why weren't they sitting with Draco? "Hello, my honeybee."

"Honeybee?" Draco asked with a soft chuckle. Never once has he ever been called a honeybee by Harry. He actually likes it but he'll never admit it. "That's cute."

"You're cute," Harry just had to say while he was taking his textbook out of his bag. "I literally cannot study when I'm so far away from you."

"I'm flattered that I'm a distraction, Harry," Draco said casually, finally looking up at Harry from his flashcards and fluttered his eyelashes at him. Harry laughed a little quietly, knowing Madam Pince was around here somewhere. "You are also a huge distraction too, you know?"

Harry smiled smugly. "I know I am, and you should be flattered because you're undeniably beautiful," he says coquettishly and reaches over to cup the Slytherin's cheek. He fills chills run through him when his hand touched Draco's soft cheek, and he caressed his cheek with his thumb.

Draco gave him a loving smile, but complete with a tinge of red on his face and he rubbed his face in Harry's palm. "You're beautiful too," he reminds him sweetly. But then he remembers something that happened a few months ago. "That reminds me... remember back on the train when you were talking to Loony, Weaselette and Longbottom about everything you love about me?"

Harry blushed, not remembering Draco being in the compartment at that time. "I... yes..." he says slowly, and a little timidly. "You were there?"

Draco nodded and kissed Harry's nose, and Harry blinked, caught off guard by the lovely gesture. "I had just come back from the prefect meeting when I found you in that compartment. I was leaning on the door but Loony and Weaselette knew I was there. If I recall correctly, the one thing you love about me is...everything."

Harry blushed redder, his hand dropping away from Draco's cheek and he muttered down to the table, "Cheeky bastards..."

Draco kissed Harry's cheek repeatedly, probably gaining the attention of the other students in the library but he didn't care. But Merlin, he loves this boy so much. "I love you, Harry. I love everything about you as well."

"Love you too, you sneaky snake," Harry responded to him while leaning his head on Draco's shoulder. He looked up at him from the Slytherin's shoulder and planted a quick peck on his chin. "And for your information, they're not Loony, Longbottom or Weaselette."

"I can call them whatever I want, my sexy man-beast," Draco said contentedly, leaning his head towards Harry and he bites gently down on Harry's ear lobe. Harry gasped a little, and so Draco nibbled on the flesh of Harry's earlobe.

"If you didn't know, their names are Luna, Neville and Ginny," Harry says, distracted by Draco's nibbling teeth on his ear. Now he just cannot study. Draco's still distracting the fuck out of him.

Draco kissed the skin behind Harry's ear. Harry let out a gasp, grabbed Draco's study cards from the Slytherin to distract himself and read over them. "What are the properties of Hellebore and what are its uses?"

"Hellebore is a flowering plant used in Herbology and as an ingredient in Potion making," Draco described it as much as he remembers from his notes. "The syrup of Hellebore is a substance extracted from the Hellebore plant." He then got back to kissing Harry's ear.

"Impressive," Harry said remarkably with a nod. He wished he could remember all that. If only he had a smart brain like Draco's. Draco made an "mmm" noise as his lips touched Harry's neck, and Harry felt the vibration of Draco's hum through his neck and tried not to moan by letting out a chuckle.

"Your turn! Let's see if you've done some studying," Draco said with a smirk, leaned away from the delicious neck he likes and looked Harry in his breathtakingly green eyes. "What is Fluxweed and what are its uses?"

Harry groaned silently. He doesn't want to answer questions today or any day for that matter. "Draco, do I have to?" he asked, clenching his jaw in annoyance.

"Yes, Harry. You want to pass, don't you?" Draco asked curiously and seriously as he does want Harry to pass. He then leaned in to whisper, "I'll give you a blowjob under the table no matter if you answer correctly or not."

Harry snorted at that answer and how much he likes it. Merlin, but what if he moaned too loudly? That would gain the attention of a lot of people around them. "As much as I would love that, maybe not here. Leave that for one of our secret places."

"I cannot wait," Draco said excitedly with a grin and he kissed Harry's neck again. He really couldn't wait though. "Now, back to the question..."

Harry rolled his eyes at his neck-kissing-obsessed boyfriend and tried remembering what he read in his Herbology book about Fluxweed. "Fluxweed is a magical plant and member of the mustard family known for its healing purposes," he explains. "When picked at the full moon, it can be used when creating the Poly juice Potion."

"And?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing there's one more thing Harry didn't say that he should know.

Harry sighed and smiled at him when he says, "Sixteen scruples are used to make the Potion."

"Good, it looks like you deserve a blowjob after all," Draco whispered, his lips brushing against Harry's sweet spot on his neck. Harry let out a little gasp, and Draco poked his tongue out and drew a wet line up to Harry's ear.

Harry groaned and could feel himself already turning on and becoming a little hard. "We can do that someplace else, not here, Draco," he says in a low yet calm voice. Draco sighed in defeat and kissed the sweet spot. He was really looking forward to sucking Harry off and tasting his deliciously salty but sweet spunk.

"Say, remember when you got turned into a ferret and I was able to turn you back with a kiss?" Harry asked with a smile but also tried to change the subject. He did not want to start moaning when Madam Pince could be somewhere around.

"Of course, how could I not?" asked Draco sweetly. He remembered that day quite clearly for how could he not? It was a remarkable day! Besides the fact that he was turned into a bloody animal. But it was when he and Harry told Ivy that they were dating already. He enjoyed the view of Ivy looking oh so proud and happy for him.

"Well, I remember how your lips tasted like vanilla and wondered if you had been wearing lip balm or some kind of lip makeup then," Harry said while reminiscing the sweet taste of it. It was sweet and very clingy.

"In truth be told, I was," Draco said while biting down on the sweet spot on Harry's neck. Harry gave a little moan and just wanted to grab Draco's cock to jerk him off but told himself no. "Did you like it?"

"Yes, very much," Harry said humbly with a slow nod. He wished someone would build walls around the table so he and Draco can have some peace and quiet. "But I prefer your naked lips and... gorgeous body."

Draco chuckled at Harry's answer, reached into his robe pocket, and took out the white and silver little tube. "Did you want to try some?"

"Sure," though Harry sounded a little unsure. This was makeup they were talking about. Yes, he's worn mascara but that was just one time and he doesn't think it was noticeable. Draco popped the lid off the lip balm, Harry looked down at the white balm in the lid and Draco began applying it on Harry's lips. Harry just watched Draco's face as he applied the lip balm to his lips, and he looked so concentrated on the simple task. He rubbed his lips together, tasting the definite vanilla flavour.

Draco smiled put the lid back on and put his lip balm back in his robe pocket. "Now, read over the study cards and answer the questions I give you." Harry nodded and tried his best in answering Draco's study cards questions. He believed he did excellent, getting the questions right but also having to answer more questions on a core subject. Finally, study time was over, but it also meant that they both had Charms now. They both packed up and headed to Charms.

As they entered, they took their normal seats on the far-right corner of the classroom. They watched everyone else file into the class and intertwined their hands together. Draco laid Harry's hand on the table and drew circles on his palm with his fingers. Harry laughed as it tickled him and leaned in for a quick kiss. As soon as the Professor walked in and discussed what they were going to learn about, Draco winked at Harry and kissed his cheek.

Draco accidentally dropped his quill on the floor. "Oops! Dropped my quill..." he didn't even sound rushed like it was an accident. "I'm just going to get it back..."

Harry rolled his eyes but observed that Draco wasn't grabbing his quill, he had crawled under the table. "Draco? What are you doing?" he whispered, but his curiosity turned into urgency. Draco smirked from under the table and started unzipping Harry's pants. "Draco... no!" Harry hissed but felt hands softly stroke his prick from inside his boxers. He let out a small moan from those beautiful hands stroking his length that will soon become hard.

Draco kept the smirk on his face and took out Harry's dick. He leans forward to brush his mouth over Harry's prick, which twitches at his touch. Draco drops soft, questing kisses over the head; he licks at the slit, tonguing around it, and then Harry's dick jerks, thickens, growing under his ministrations. Draco opens his mouth and takes Harry in, tasting the drop of fluid produced from the tip, sucking gently, then harder, feeling the thick weight of Harry's dick brush against the back of his throat as he hardens. Draco draws his mouth down, circling his fingers around the base of Harry's erection, twisting them as he bobs his head forward.

Harry lets out a moan but cups his hands over his mouth and bites down hard on his lip. The Professor turned his head to look at Harry questionably. Harry just smiled and gave him a thumbs-up; he was flushed in embarrassment. Draco's hot wet mouth on his prick felt so amazing, he was skilled from all the other times he's sucked Harry off.

Draco's lips are pink, stretched wide over Harry's thick shaft, his tongue constantly in motion. Draco makes a rumbling sound like a laugh and does it again, the vibration causing shocks of pleasure to snake up Harry's prick and down to his balls, which are already drawing close. Draco's fingers tighten, stroke down in time with his mouth, then up again, squeezing hard at the base. Harry gasps silently with his hands still over his mouth, biting his lip hard. Draco moves forward with his tongue, sucking Harry hard.

And then Harry moans silently, he rolls his eyes backwards from the beautiful pleasure and is coming, shooting over Draco's tongue with hard pulses. Draco licks, taste's and swallows Harry whole and removes his mouth with a lingering, swirling lick. Satisfied, he places Harry's prick back inside his boxers and zips him back up. He crawls back out from underneath the table, grabs his quill, and sits back on his seat next to Harry like nothing happened. He leans forward and places a gentle kiss on Harry's cheek. "That was fun," he whispered with a smirk.

"I cannot believe you just did that," Harry whispered with embarrassment, sweat drops clear on his forehead which he quickly wipes off, and he stared down on the table while a flush creeps up his cheeks.

"Well, I just did," Draco whispered back smugly, grabbed Harry's chin so the Gryffindor was facing him and kissed Harry's mouth. "See? I promised you would get one, and you did."

"I meant in a room, alone with you," Harry states clearly. He wiped the come off Draco's mouth and lips with his thumb and smeared it on Draco's robes. He then caught Draco's lips in a quick kiss. "Not in a bloody classroom filled with students."

"Congrats, Harry," Draco said smoothly, tilting his head to the side to study his boyfriend for the millionth time. He loves what he just did to Harry and what he's tasting in his mouth. "You've been fucked in a classroom full of students. I honestly can't wait to tell Weasel, Blaise, Granger and Pansy this."

Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco but with a side-smile, hoping so much that Draco doesn't mean that. "Don't you dare!"

"Oh, I will," Draco said with assurance, smirking at him and steeples his fingers over the desk. He will do it again though. It's a beautiful feeling of having his lover come in his mouth and fill his belly with all Harry's little swimming sperms. "They will be thrilled to hear that I gave you a blowjob in the same room as them."

"Or on the train, remember?" Harry added, moving his legs uncomfortably to the side. Now he just wants Draco back between his mouth sucking him. But Merlin, that was an amazing day. Having Draco fuck him in the mouth even though he was supposed to give him the blowjob. Not to mention the times he rode Draco's cock on the train home and when Draco rode him.

Draco smiled at the memory. "I remember that," he says, nodding. "Nearly got caught by Granger when you were rutting on me. Beautiful time, by the way."

"Mm. It was very sensational, wasn't it?" Harry asked in a whisper, folding his arms over the other on the desk. He still could not believe Draco had just done what he did. In a classroom. Where the professor is just two rows in front of him.

"It was," Draco whispered eagerly with delight and placed his chin on Harry's shoulder. "Sadly, we can't do it again on the train as Dumbledore somehow found out." Harry laughed and kissed Draco, tasting himself on his lips. When he pulled out of the kiss, he ran his thumb over Draco's swollen lips and smiled.

"Alright, class," the tiny Professor Flitwick said. "Today, we'll be learning about silencing charms."

Draco looked at Harry and smirked. Perhaps he can get a decent shag in the classroom after he learns this spell. Harry looked at him curiously and saw that beautiful smirk on his face. "No!" he hissed to his boyfriend. Draco kept the smirk on his face and licked his lips as he leaned in for another kiss.

The small professor crossed his arms in disapproval at the boys snogging in his class. "Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy!" he snapped, "Unattach your lips from each other or I will give a detention!" Harry immediately leaned out of the kiss with a silent squeak and looked to his desk with a smile and a flush to his cheeks. "You both know snogging is against the rules in every classroom in Hogwarts."

"What the sodding hell was that, Harry?" Draco whispered curiously when the professor looked away from them and got on teaching the class. He swore he heard Harry emit a squeak and he thought it was just adorable. Harry gave him an innocent look. "Harry, darling, you squeaked."

Harry just flushed redder in embarrassment. First Draco gave him a blowjob from under the fucking table. Next, the professor yelled at them for snogging and lastly, he just squeaked. Fucking SQUEAKED!

Draco smiled at his Gryffindor boyfriend's embarrassment. "I love you, Harry James Potter," he said in a hushed voice, not really caring about the fact that he could be heard by the entire class of students.

The professor and everyone in the classroom was staring up at the couple. Some girls were giggling while Hermione shook her head in disappointment as they both should let the professor teach them about the spell and not be snogging in class.

Harry smiled with embarrassment at his Slytherin boyfriend and said, "I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy." They kissed again, not knowing they were being watched still. Draco placed a finger under Harry's neck and Harry placed his hand on Draco's other arm.

Harry knew it was just too silent and broke out of the kiss. His flush deepened, everyone was staring up at him and Draco.

The tiny professor Flitwick crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his fingers on his elbow in impatience. "It appears I must separate the both of you," the tiny professor said.

Hermione stood up from her seat. She really wants the lesson to continue and what better way is to separate the lovebirds who can't keep their fingers to themselves. "I agree," she says it like she's in a liberal voting system to the European Union.

"Yes," the professor smiled as he wasn't the only one who likes the decision though it secretly hurt to separate them. "Right... Mr Potter swap with Blaise Zabini!" When they didn't move, he snapped, "Now!"

Harry was the first to move but before he moved up, he checked his zipper was fully undone and his pants were buttoned up. They weren't. He was glad he checked first before moving. He glared at Draco when doing up his pants; Draco gave a sad smirk at him. Harry stood up, looked down at Draco and gave him a frown before walking off to the other side of the room to swap seats with Blaise. Blaise gave him a pat on the back as they walked by and sighed.

Ron snorted at Harry and gestured for Harry to sit down next to him. He wasn't angry at Harry for making Blaise sit away from him. Annoyed, but not mad.

Harry smiled sorrowfully at him and sat down. But then he realised he had forgotten his books and book bag. He looked up and Blaise was already sending Harry's books and book bag over to him with a flick of his wand. Harry gave the Italian Slytherin a non-verbal "Thank you," and Blaise mouthed a, "Don't mention it!"

The professor smiled at his student's successful charm and said, "10 points to Slytherin for a successful Levitation charm."

Harry grabbed his books and book bag and placed them beside him. How utterly embarrassing, he thought with a miserable sigh. He looked up at Draco who was already staring at him and blew him a kiss. Draco propped his elbow on the table, leaned his head on his palm and smiled lovingly at Harry.

The small professor sighed at the two and went on with the lesson. "The charm 'Silencio' makes the thing that the spell is cast at mute for a while. Anyone wants to demonstrate?" There was no answer. "Alright... get to work then. And remember-"

"-It's homework if we don't successfully cast the spell," all the students chorused tiredly.

The professor smiled gratefully and said, "Yes, now get to work then!"

Harry sighed and looked down at the table. "You, know..." He couldn't hear himself talk. "Ron?" He still couldn't hear himself. What the bloody hell was happening?

Ron smirked and put his wand on the desk. He felt undoubtedly proud of himself. "I cannot believe I have actually cast a spell correctly..." he said with disbelief but felt relieved that he could. "And it was only my third try."

"You what?! Give my voice back, now!" Harry commanded but still, no noise was heard from his mouth. This wouldn't have happened if he was still sitting with Draco. Actually, it probably would but Draco would be teasing him in a different way.

"I'm sorry, Harry. What was that you said?" asked Ron with false innocence, cupping his hand around his ear. "Can you speak a little louder for me?"

Harry glared at him. "How dare you..." He mouthed bitterly and shook his head in disapproval. "Give. My. Voice. Back. Now. You. Little. Shit!"

"Sorry, Harry," Ron said contently, picking up his wand and twirling the end of it on the desk. He was clearly enjoying this way too much. "I can't hear you." Fortunately for him, it would be better if he couldn't hear Harry right now.

Harry raised his wand up to Ron's mouth and said, "Silencio!" Of course, he still couldn't hear himself, but it seemed to work.

Ron laughed but he couldn't hear himself. "I-." Now it was his turn to glare. "Harry! Give my voice back!"

Harry shook his head with a smirk. Hermione watched her two best friends arguing without their voices and laughed with joy. She knew Blaise had been helping Ron with homework and was very proud of how good Ron has become in casting spells as well as Harry.

And then finally, the class was over, and Harry and Ron got their voices back. Harry felt a hand grab onto his wrist as he exited the classroom but didn't see who it was until he felt soft lips kissing him back demandingly and white-blonde Hair. Oh, how he loves when Draco does this, so he kissed back eagerly. They kept snogging in the corridor until they both were soon to lose their breath.

Harry stared into the silver eyes of Draco Malfoy and smiled. He didn't even notice how Draco somehow had his hands pressed to the wall behind him. "Don't we have Care of Magical Creatures now?" he asked, panting, "It takes a while to get down there so why aren't we...?"

"Couldn't help myself," Draco tells him and kissed him again. He can never stop himself from kissing Harry ever. He's just too kissable and lovable. "You're just so sodding beautiful."

Harry blushed from the compliment and bit his lip. "Alright, but can we go now?" he asked quickly, he really didn't want to be late.

Draco sighed and released Harry's hands from the wall. "Let's go then, my beautiful Gryffindor boyfriend." He smirked when seeing Harry's cheeks redden even more. Harry intertwined a hand with Draco's, gave the Slytherin one more kiss and then they headed down to Magical Creatures.

Fairies. That's what professor Grubbly-plank was teaching them about. Harry and Draco stood at a large tree searching for a little fairy. It was hard as there were so many holes in the trunk the little fairy could hide in. They didn't even know what one looked like except that it was a little humanoid with insect-like wings.

Draco sighed; he was a little bored of just wandering around the tree for any sign of a fairy. Harry smiled at his bored Slytherin boyfriend and put his arms around his back. Draco looked around for any sign of the professor and when nobody was around, he stared curiously at Harry and placed his arms around Harry too. Harry leaned in and kissed him slowly. He could never get enough kisses from this man. He was just breathtaking at sight and when being kissed by him. They both heard a little giggle and looked around in alarm.

There, fluttering right beside them at eye level was a little fairy. The little fairy has curly brown hair and blue eyes, she is wearing the colours of purple on her dress and a purple flower crown on her hair. Her pointy wings were purple and blue and looks like diamonds as the sun shone down on them. "Hello," she said with another little giggle. The boys couldn't understand her as she was just so small. All they heard was a small little high-pitched noise.

The fairy giggled at the boys again as they have their arms around each other still. She wasn't surprised when seeing two males kiss, a couple of boy fairies in her hollow kiss a lot. It's quite adorable. She understood that the boys didn't know what she was saying but with a flick of her tiny purple sparkling wand, white sparks shooting from it and she grew to a normal-sized 13-year-old girl. "Ah, much better." She smiled at the boys and lowered herself on the ground slowly.

Harry and Draco stood there in shock with their arms still wrapped around each other. They never thought a fairy could shrink and grow at will. Because the fairy was bigger, they could see little purple flowers on her curly brown hair and recognised them to be Rhododendrons. The fairy's dress was literal purple flower petals but bigger and to Harry, she looked like she came from one of those girly Barbie princess movies.

"Right," the fairy said, having a feeling they just wanted to know her name. Typical curious wizards and witches. "I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Harmony."

Harry blinked at her and calmed himself down. The little fairy really scared him. Not everything muggles believe are true about the wizarding beasts. He thought the girl could sprout fangs and possibly gobble him and Draco up but shook that thought aside. "Hello, Harmony," he said calmly. "I'm Harry."

"And I'm Draco," Draco greeted with a quick smile. He too was thinking on the same lines as Harry. A beast that's only six inches tall grew to about 156 centimetres tall. Well, he wouldn't call this girl a beast.

"May I ask," Harry said before Harmony could respond. "Are there such things as tooth fairies?" He had to know. All muggle kids believe in the tooth fairy though as they grow older they believe it's their parents that gives them the gold coin. Was that actually a myth or is it real?

Draco looked at his Gryffindor boyfriend curiously. He pondered what tooth fairies are and why their title has something to do with teeth. Oh, Merlin. He hoped what Harry was thinking about wasn't a type of fairy that steals your teeth or eats you whole.

"A tooth fairy?" Harmony sounded quite annoyed and she fluttered her wings. It created a little gust of wind which the boys felt ruffle their hair. "You think there are such things as a tooth fairy?" She sighed and shook her head, not believing this.

"Well..." Harry trailed off. He didn't really believe in them, but he just had to ask. It would have been weird if there were though...

"Unless you mean T-Rine," Harmony said and she lifted off from the ground. She flew over to an oak tree, her wings fluttering fast, and she inspected some photosynthesis growing on a branch of that tree. She smiles and with a little wriggle of her fingers, purple magic came out of her fingers and surrounded the mushroom, making it enlarge a few more inches. "She's one of the fairy's who goes around and collects all the muggle children's teeth from under their pillows and replaces them with gold coins."

Harry blinked up at her yet again. So, there is a tooth fairy after all? Merlin... No wonder when he left his fallen teeth under his pillow back in his closet they disappeared when he woke up and were replaced by a gold coin. When he was younger, he actually believed the tooth fairy was real. But as he grew older, back in primary school, he heard from other kids that the tooth fairy wasn't real... but then who gave him the $1 coin? It just couldn't have been Uncle Vernon at all as the squeak from the cupboard door wakes him up every time and he knew his Uncle would never give him money. But he let that thought slip from his mind as he didn't want to be thinking about them. He looked back into Draco's shimmering silver eyes and kissed him slowly.

Harmony giggled down at the two, flew back to them and said in a curious voice, "Don't you have a class to do? What exactly are you supposed to be doing? Feeding us?" She laughed with a hand on her stomach and landed back on the ground.

Draco leaned out of the kiss with a smile at Harry. He then looked at the fairy. "We're supposed to find a fairy and watch it in its habitat," he explains it to her. "That's pretty much all we have to do..."

Harmony huffed. "You both know how to get a fairy's attention, right? Or at least anybody else in your class?" Harry and Draco shook their heads. Harmony smiled and fluttered her wings a bit. She loved talking to non-fairies about the fairy life. "Well, you got my attention by kissing. We fairies can feel the sense of love from miles away and love watching whatever is causing the vibe. Your love sense is very strong. I'm sure all us fairies could have felt it."

"Indeed, we have, Harmony," said a girl's voice from behind Harry and Draco, and the two boys jumped out of surprise and turned to face her. These fairies keep popping up out of nowhere. They stared at the fairy with wavy black hair and brown eyes. She wore a longer dress than Harmony with sunset orange petals, an orange and light pink flower crown with roses and has orange and pink butterfly wings.

"I'm Octavia," the other fairy greeted them, her smile forced. Then she looked at her fellow fairy, an expression of guilt etched onto her face and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Harmony, you know we're not supposed to do the growing thing. Not when humans are around!"

"Wizards," Draco corrected her. But he regretted correcting the fairy as he just got a pissed glare from her. He will tell his mother about this encounter when he can. It's extraordinary and a little scary!

"Anyway, back to how to get a fairy's attention," said Harmony, crossing her arms with a grin on her face. She pushed back a strand of her curly hair, showing her pointy fairy ears. Much like an elf but smaller in size.

"No!" Octavia said at once. She wanted a little something first. "I could sense a very powerful love connection over here and wanted to see who it is from." She looked at the boys. "Whom it's from."

"She wants you two to kiss again," Harmony said casually with a smile. She loves her sister so much. How she wishes she also had a brother. Well, the boy fairies back in the hollow are like her brothers but some of them, no, most of them gross her out with their shenanigans.

Draco looked back into Harry's eyes and leaned in to kiss him. It was just a soft kiss, nothing hard with tongues. No. Just soft, gentle, and loving. Harry slowly smiled in the kiss and tightened his grip on the Slytherin.

Both fairies sighed dreamily as they felt the love connection in their magic from these two wizards. "Alright," Octavia said, smiling at the two. She's had enough kissing scenes for today. Actually, that was a big fat fairy lie. "You can stop now. If you really want to know how to summon a fairy then we'll tell you."

"It's pretty easy," Harmony added, tapping the end of her want distractedly. Her wand was spitting out tiny violet sparks. "There is showing affection to each other. That's one of the main things fairies feel and come out to observe."

"But there's also a little thing called a fairy ring," Octavia said and fluttered her wings excitingly. She summoned a couple of wild daisies out of nowhere with her wand and placed them on the ground.

Harry looked at Draco and smiled. Remembering Ivy dancing around the fairy ring last year like she was some little child. Draco smiled back as he knew exactly what Harry was thinking about. They both smiled at each other and kneeled down to the pile of daisies. Harry started placing the daisies in a circle and Draco made his own little circle but he made his inside Harry's ring.

"Have you made fairy ring's before?" Octavia asked curiously as she stared at the perfect circle of daisies. Just adding a second circle would make a fairy ring stronger. With a little flick of her orange wand that had little brown vines circling from the top and down to the tip, she made a little basket of strawberries appear for the two boys to enjoy. The basket was made out of the green leaves on the ground. "And here's some berries for you two."

"We haven't made fairy rings before," Harry said with a shake of his head and he picked up the basket of strawberries and had a few. The strawberries were quite juicy. "And thanks." He looked down at the circle of flowers and had a flashback to back at the Dursleys a few Summer's ago. He was bored and started making a flower ring from Dandelion's that were growing in the backyard. Aunt Petunia didn't care though, she was glad someone getting rid of the pesky weeds.

Draco looked up at the girls, but he could see from the corner of his eye how distant Harry looked and could tell he was really thinking hard about something. "We've seen fairy rings before," he tells them and even eats a few of the strawberries. "Just not here. Back at the castle."

"Oh," Harmony said. She sounded a little surprised at that. And then colours started exploding around the two wizards and fairies. They looked up and it seemed like there was a whole family of fairies standing around them. But they all used the growing spell on them.

"Umm..." said Octavia awkwardly, rubbing her arm up and down slowly. "This is our family..."

"BOYS?!" Harry and Draco knew that voice from anywhere. It was professor Grubbly-plank. The professor froze as she saw the life-sized fairies surrounding her two pupils. She couldn't believe her eyes. "Merlin's Beard..."

Octavia smiled confidentially at the witch woman and walked up to her. "Hello, I'm Octavia," she introduces herself and curtsies. "Since none of your students really know how to summon us fairies, I'd like to teach you."

The professor was at a loss for words as she knew Fairies couldn't talk to humans. Well, not when they were only 6 inches tall. "Alright, you may do that."

"Professor?!" Hermione, Ron, Blaise, Pansy, and the rest of the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's ran into the clearing and all froze at the sight before them.

"Oh, goodie!" squeaked Harmony. "More people to teach!" Her eyes travelled to one particular girl with brownish skin and black hair. She knew the girl was from India as she's met a few Indian fairies before. And my... she was a sigh of beauty. Her heart started hammering in her chest as the girl also looked at her.

Parvati gulped when seeing the particularly pretty fairy looking at her. She was new to this feeling as she's never felt this way before. Palms sweating and heart pounding in her chest.

Lavender looked curiously at her best friend and then to where she was looking at. The fairy. She looked back at her best friend and smiled a little. She pondered if the Indian girl has ever really had a crush on anybody. Well, Parvati never told her about anything, so she guessed she either wanted to keep it hidden or she just had no crush.

"Harry?" Ron said fearlessly, not liking these fairies at all no matter how colourful they are. He's just very suspicious of them. "Are you and Draco okay?"

Octavia glared at the red-headed boy wizard. "Bold of you to assume we would have done anything to them," she hissed, lips pressed together tightly. "We're nothing like pixies, you know. Or even horned Serpents for the matter."

"Sorry," Ron muttered and hid behind Blaise just in case these fairies had some form of dark magic. Blaise just sighed with a roll of his eyes and intertwined his hand with Ron's.

Octavia ignored those two boys, even if she could feel the love sense between them and stared at the odd woman in front of her. "Now, back to the lesson." She began to tell the class and the teacher of wizards and witches about fairies, where they live, what they eat and what their purpose in the forest is. She told them how to get a fairy or fairies attention by showing appreciation with friends, lovers or family and making a fairy ring.

The professor took everything she knew in and knew she really had to get back to her office to write this all down. "Thanks for the lesson, Mrs... Octavia," her voice seemed a little shaky yet she knew fairies had no bad bone in their body. "My students and I need to go back up for dinner." Octavia nodded at the woman. "Let's go, class!" the professor called as she made her way back through the trees.

Harry and Draco stared at each other for long moments before finally getting up from the ground, bade the fairy's goodbye and followed their professor out of the forest while nibbling on the strawberries together.

Parvati glanced at the brown-haired fairy once more before turning and leaving with Lavender out of the forest. Lavender elbowed her best friend in the side. She could see the way Parvati looked at the girl. It was intriguing "So, want to tell me what that was all about? Staring at that fairy like that?"

Parvati gulped and shook her head. Not that she'd ever tell anybody about everything that goes through her head. "Nothing to talk about," she tried to let the conversation falter.

"Uh-huh," Lavender said slowly in disbelief. She doesn't know why this girl isn't telling her anything. "Well, I'm just letting you know that liking girls is not a crime and it's not bad. Take me and my girlfriend for that matter."

"How would you know?" Parvati muttered with a frown. She was jealous Lavender and everyone else could get who they want. "My parents want me marrying someone of power."

Lavender frowned at her. She knows what it is like to have demanding parents, but they slowly agreed to accept that she likes girls too. "Love whoever your heart wants, Parvati. Not who your parents want. That's my advice."

Parvati gave the girl a nod. "Thanks, Lav," she says and linked arms with her. She smiled at her and thought how hard it must be to have a lover on trial. "Now let's hurry up and get back to the castle. I am starved!"

*****

Harry entered the Great Hall with a frown. Yes, he and Draco did make up for the other day's horrible Quidditch Match, but he still felt like something was missing. He cut earlier in the morning as he woke up at 3, but he still felt like something was missing.

He sat at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione and Ron. He didn't eat anything; he was too numb to eat. He couldn't eat. He noticed the worried looks on both Hermione and Ron's faces and gave them both fake smiles just to reassure them that everything was fine. But everything wasn't fine. Not for the great Harry Potter.

Harry just noticed Hedwig fly through the windows with the other owls and land on the table beside him. He fed her a treat and took the letter from her mouth.

Dear Harry,

You are loved so much, and I hope this letter will help you in some way. Read it in your own time, please.

Love, yours truly, Draco

Harry stared at the letter intriguingly and then looked up at the Slytherin table. Draco gave Harry a small smile, Harry returned the smile and nodded. He got up ready to leave but a hand had pulled him back down.

"Eat, Harry," Ron said firmly. He couldn't let his best mate off on an empty stomach. He just needs him to eat something and not go hungry during the day.

Harry sighed, placed the letter in his robe pocket and grabbed a piece of toast without buttering it. He got up to leave but that same hand pulled him back down. "What is it now?" Harry asked tiredly. If he wasn't so numb, he'd be so frustrated at them now. Can't they just leave him alone?

"Eat," Ron repeated with a mouth full of porridge, and Harry sighed miserably while applying some cut up banana and honey on his toast.

"Harry, please, eat something in front of us," Hermione prodded gently, wanting him to eat something that she can physically see. "It'd make us feel a lot better that we see you eat something. We're really worried for you."

"Thank you for your worry, and fine," Harry muttered and bit into his toast. He really shouldn't have come to breakfast now. It was much safer back in the dorm room with the drapes closed all around him. Without a second bite, though he knew he would eat the rest on his own, Harry got up and left while stuffing the toast in his mouth quickly so it seemed he was eating it. He did hear Hermione calling his name to come back but he didn't listen.

As he got outside, he did slowly ate his toast. He didn't want to disappoint his only two best friends anyway. He walked over to a tree and sat down behind it so if anyone comes looking for him, he wouldn't be spotted. He took the letter out of his pocket, unfolded, and read it.

Dear friend and lover,

We're writing to you to let you know we hope you feel better. We know that things are hard, the stress is so much and when you reach out all there are is uppercuts. They are the cause for the ones on your wrist. It's the reason why you cry, make a ball of your fists. We understand that you have a lot you go through. The fact that they yell, your Uncle would hurt you in so many different ways and your cousin would just torment and bully you. We're so sorry, Harry, that you have to go through it all on your own.

No one gets you, that plastered on fake smile that you're always wearing. The real one has been gone now for quite a while. Your arms bleed but the blood tells you you're living. It takes away the numb feeling these people were giving you. That razor blade has become your closest companion. It relieves all the pain you want to abandon. Your arms are scared so you think you're unlovable. But honestly, we just want you to feel comfortable.

Please don't cut, Harry. Please don't cut. I, we promise you that you are so loved. You are, Harry. We love you. Right now we see that you're stuck in a rut. If you feel the need to say you're all out of luck, we're just an owl away when things get rough. The fact of the matter is that we all know you're enough.

Put the blade down, Harry. It really isn't worth cutting your wrists. No good will come from a slit up and bruised wrist. You cover your scars and cuts with long sleeves so they won't see. But Harry, you can't hide all the hurt and pain from us. You say you are so miserable and that there are times you want to die. But then you pull out a razor and cut while you cry when locked in a bathroom or your own bed. We understand it makes you feel human, and like you are still alive. But you have to understand that the feeling is all a lie!

You put yourself in danger when you're slicing up your skin, Harry. You're only letting self-hate find its way into your mind and body. We promise you'll get better, Harry, but just meet us halfway. Oh, and please, throw all your razor and pins all away. We swear that you can make it, there's no doubt in our minds. You're gonna feel better once this door has been shut, Harry. We know it.

The people of this world label you, but you must understand that not a single word is true. Who actually cares what the world is saying about you? They don't know, Harry. They just assume they know what their 'Golden Boy' lives like. They are not with you when you're lonely and up in your room, Harry. Nobody sees that part of you besides your lover. They are not with you when you're begging to be up above in the heavens where no pain exists. Of course, that is what people believe.

These people are not there when you need a little love when in your darkest of moments. When you feel like you have nothing to give, don't think like that. The people of the Wizarding World don't know that. So... who's to say than you even would want to live? Harry, you have to know that every life is precious, and that is what we promise you. You deserve to be happy, and clean from the cutting, Harry. You deserve so much to be a person who's surrounded with loving.

Harry, I love you so much. (This is Draco, by the way). As do Ron and Hermione. Whenever you need to talk or feel like cutting, please, come to one of us. Or just me. :) We'll help you out as much as we can. We love you. XOXO.

After reading the letter, Harry was in tears. The letter was so beautiful. It was so true and real. He felt someone sit down beside him. He didn't care who it was, he hugged them. When he looked up, he saw Hermione and she gave him a sad smile and hugged him back.

"We really do love you, Harry," Hermione told him softly. How could she and Ron not? Harry may be the Wizarding World's Golden boy but to her, she only sees Harry. A boy who grew up abused right under her own nose.

"We do, mate," Ron said quietly, sitting on the other side of Harry. He wasn't good at all the affectionate things like hugs but gave a tight embrace to Harry.

Harry felt a tear ran down his face. It was just such a beautiful letter and how did they all know what cutting feels like? Of course, he knows they know it makes him numb but what about the feelings that he feels alive? How do they know what that feels like?

"We helped a little bit," Hermione responded woefully with furrowed brows. But she knew Draco was the one who mostly wrote the letter. She just hoped the letter will help Harry somehow.

"Thank you, guys," Harry responded with a sob. He just realised how lucky he is to have such good friends. But really, he would have preferred them to not know of his problems but felt relieved that they did anyway. "It's so beautiful."

"Harry, can we see your...?" Hermione asked but paused as she didn't want to say the last word. She just hoped it wasn't a triggering word to him. She didn't want to upset Harry any more than he already is.

Harry shook his head. He wasn't feeling like showing them right now, especially since he cut this morning. It'd just be so...scary to show them. "Maybe some other day," he replies flatly. He hesitates, thinking about why they would want to see his self-harm inflicted cuts. "Would you guys really want to see them?"

"Of course, Harry," Hermione said gently, and she ended the hug and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder just for comfort. "We'd like to see what you do to yourself. I admit that I'll find it disturbing but I'll do anything to help."

"Same here," Ron said as he let go of the hug and slowly looked down at Harry's long sleeves. Then his face turned serious. "Now, about your cuts..."

"-Yes, speaking of them..." Hermione quickly interrupted but she too she trailed off. This was a serious matter to talk about. She didn't want her friend getting some kind of infection. "You know they can easily get infected, right?"

"I don't really care," Harry replied blankly, staring at a patch of grass in front of him that's gently swaying in the wind. He really didn't care about that. But when he really thinks about it, he can see why they're all worried. The two large veins in his forearm, if he cuts into them... well, he just wouldn't know what would happen. Could he stop breathing? No... that sounds impossible.

"You should care, Harry," Draco said as he was walking around the tree and kneeled in front of Harry, and Harry gradually looked up at him. Draco reached forward to grasp at Harry's hands, and he brought them forward and kissed his knuckles. "I care, a lot because I love you so damned much. I love you more than all the stars, planets and moons in the atmosphere. You don't understand how much I love you."

"Draco!" Harry beamed and pulled Draco by the tie towards him into a kiss. Draco smiled in the kiss and cupped Harry's chin in his hands, glad Harry's able to give love and kisses to him in the non-sexual way.

"I guess this is our time to leave," Hermione whispered to Ron and she quickly stood up with a smile. Time to leave the lovebirds alone so they can talk. And if she wants to talk to Harry, she can just ask him this afternoon before or after dinner.

Ron nodded and got up from the floor. He gave the two a smile and walked off with Hermione, even if he was still a little angry at Draco from the Quidditch accident.

Harry pulled out of the kiss and thanked Draco for the letter with kisses here and there all over Draco's face and neck. How could he return the favour? He doesn't know. But Draco told him he doesn't need to give him back anything except his love, which Harry can easily give him.

Draco smiled and nodded at the appreciation Harry gave him. He crossed his legs when sitting on the ground and intertwined his hands back with Harry's. "So, did it work?" Harry raised an eyebrow, and Draco chuckled at his oblivious boyfriend. He loves Harry and how oblivious he is with things. "Will you come to us if you need to harm yourself, even in your darkest moments?"

"I'll try, Draco," Harry assured him. Well, he will try his best as he doesn't think he can actually make it to them without the urge pushing at his mind to cut. They just don't understand how hard it is. "I really will."

"Good, because you don't deserve pain," Draco stated with a smile that he hoped raised Harry's spirits. And secretly, it did make Harry's day seem brighter. "You deserve so much love and happiness and I try to give you that every day whether it's through cuddling and kissing, or through sex, or just anything."

Harry leaned in for another kiss. He's going to give this guy millions of kisses today and he doesn't care how tired his lips are at the end of the day. This beautiful guy needs all of it for how sweet and supportive he is. He then thought about the ways in which he can try to decrease his urges, "How about we start the urge killers now?"

Draco nodded and kept the smile on his face. He was so proud of Harry wanting to start now. It really made him burst with joy on the inside. "Of course, so should we start with the ice cube first?"

"Yes, I need to use every different method I can," Harry said thoughtfully. Why not try it? Although, he doesn't know how an Ice cube can help him. "So, the only place I would find an ice cube would be the kitchens."

Draco stood up and pulled Harry up off the ground. They intertwined their hands together and walked back into the castle until they got to the portrait of a fruit bowl. Harry tickled the pare and watched the portrait open. They headed inside and was greeted by, of course, Dobby.

"M- Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, sir's," Dobby said excitedly, his light green eyes full of exhilaration. "What can Dobby do for you?"

"Hello, Dobby," Harry said with a quick smile. He hasn't seen Dobby in so long. He really needs to catch up with this elf some more, as well as Winky. "It's very good to see you again. Can we have a small ice cube, please?"

Dobby gave both boys curious looks before nodding and running into the kitchen. In seconds, the house-elf ran back to them holding an ice cube which he hissed from the cold pain of the block and found it quite hard to hold.

Harry grabbed the chilling ice cube and hissed at how cold it was too. Draco cast a preserving charm on the ice cube to stop it from melting. Harry cast a levitating spell on the ice cube, thanked Dobby for his help and the two men escaped the kitchens and headed down to the Ravenclaw bedroom.

Once inside, they headed into the bathroom. Harry stared at his reflection in the mirror, but his eyes trailed to his boyfriend smiling back at him. His beautiful boyfriend who looks so much like an angel. No, he is his angel. The ice cube floated through the bathroom and landed on the benchtop with a small thud.

Draco snaked his arms around Harry's waist from behind him and kissed his cheek softly and repeatedly. Harry smiled at the mirror, really loving having Draco in his life as his boyfriend, especially how helpful he's been. He wouldn't have even known if he would survive the Death of Cedric and the abuse from the Dursleys if Draco wasn't there for him. Well, Snape saved him. But Draco came after. Would he have died that night if he and Draco never started dating? Would he still be alive? If he were dead, would he be able to see his parents? All the depressing thoughts came back to him and he frowned. He had the urge now, he needed to cut but definitely not in front of Draco. He sighed, grabbed the ice cube, and held it in his hands.

Draco frowned at the frown that Harry had on his face. He saw Harry pick up the ice cube and felt worried for his boyfriend. "Do you have the urge now?" he asked curiously and carefully as he knows how fragile Harry can be in this state. "What happened? What made the urge come back?"

"Just thinking," Harry replied sadly as he rolled up his sleeve and stared at his scarred arm. He decided to at least use the ice cube to give it a go. He placed the ice cube on his forearm and started rubbing it up and down.

Draco watched Harry with curiosity as the ice cube ran up and down Harry's scarred arm. He shuddered at how it must feel, so uncomfortable and cold at the touch. He hoped the ice cube was helping Harry, "Is it helping?"

Harry sighed as he felt the cold ice cube rub up and down his forearm, leaving a chilling wet trail behind. "Yeah, a little," he replied, shivering from the icy touch. But he couldn't admit that he liked feeling numb, he really liked it as he would keep away his emotions for a while. He kept going and knew Draco took off the preserving charm as the ice began to melt away, turning into water and running down his arms. The water felt a bit like blood but was much runnier as blood took a while to run down his arm because of how thick it is. After all, blood is thicker than water.

"How are you feeling after that?" Draco asked cautiously, rubbing his hands over Harry's shoulders in hope to help him a little. He knows it's a way to calm someone down. "Did it help? Has the urge disappeared?"

"My arm stings, I don't know if that's a good or bad thing," Harry admitted hesitantly. He likes the sting now but thinks it's just because of the cuts he made earlier during the day. "It took away the urge, definitely."

"Good," Draco said with approval, kissing Harry's cheek. This made him smile, why wouldn't it? Harry could have found a new way to stop the urge without hurting himself. Well, hurting himself with something sharp. "Good. Oh, why don't we try the butterfly option then?"

Harry shrugged and stared into the eyes of his boyfriend through the mirror. Those pretty silver eyes he loves that glimmered with hopefulness. "I'll just dry my arm but we still need pens or texters for that," he reminds the Slytherin and thought about who could have texters on them. Do wizards have texters? He knows muggles do.

Draco grabbed his wand from his robe pocket, pointed it at Harry's arm and muttered a drying charm. He wondered who might have texters, whatever they are, and are they like pens? "There, dry. Now, do you know anyone who might have any of those muggle pens and... texters?"

"Hermione might, or Lavender," Harry told him, but he knew Hermione would have them more than Lavender. Or if he finds the other muggle-born children in Hogwarts, they could have some. "Not sure, we could ask?" He tilted his head backwards and stared up into Draco's silvery eyes. He leaned up and kissed him slowly.

After the slow kiss, the boys headed up to Gryffindor Tower to find Hermione. They thankfully found her reading a book in the common room with a nice fluffy maroon blanket covering her up as it was quite a chilly day.

"Hello, Hermione," Harry made his presence known to her, and he gave her a small smile. It was great seeing her again, even if it was just an hour ago when he last saw her.

Hermione looked up at the two and smiled. "Harry, Draco, hello there." But she was a little annoyed that they chose to disturb her now when she's in the middle of reading a chapter.

"Do you have any pens or texters, Hermione?" Harry asked quickly. He just wanted to get this over and done with so he and Draco can have some alone time together.

Hermione nodded curiously. She had a few texters she brought from home as Lavender and Parvati likes drawing with them. But she couldn't figure out why these boys would want to use them. she's never seen Harry drawing, neither Draco. "Why?" she asked, and then thought of a funny reason why they would want them. "You're not planning to colour the castle, are you?"

Harry laughed at the thought of colouring the castle in different colours. Draco smiled at his boyfriend's laughter. He really loves Harry's laughter as it's so soft and manly. He shook his head at Granger, "It's to help Harry with his urges to self-harm."

Hermione nodded sadly but hesitated at how serious this was, and so she asked, "Why do you need pens and texters to help fight the urge?"

"Butterflies," Harry said simply. He knew it sounded a little strange, but the thought of having butterflies on his arm that looked almost like a tattoo is kind of cool. He'd feel somewhat like a rebel. But a real tattoo? He doesn't think he wants to get a tattoo.

"Pardon?" Hermione asked quizzically with her head tilted to the side a bit. She didn't understand this at all. "What about butterflies? What do you mean?"

"By drawing butterflies on Harry's arm, and marking our names inside the butterflies, it would help Harry from cutting," Draco explained, smiling at the thought of drawing such Hufflepuff things on Harry. But he had to admit, it would be quite sexy seeing such pretty things on such a pretty guy. "You see, the butterflies are like our life force. If Harry cuts over one, it bleeds and dies. So, he just killed a butterfly and would feel guilty because of it. Do you get what I mean?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment but nodded a few seconds later. That actually sounds really good to her. "Yes, I get what you mean," she says and nods yet again as she thinks about the easiest butterflies she can draw. "So, can I draw a butterfly on your arm, Harry?"

"Of course, you can, Hermione," Harry said with his own nod. He didn't understand why he wouldn't let Hermione draw one on him. He'd let anyone in Gryffindor, that he knows, of course, to draw a coloured butterfly on his arm. "I'm going to ask as many people, who I know, to draw a butterfly on my arm."

"And if they refuse, I'll just make them," Draco added with a smirk to his lips, and it made Harry laugh. But then the thought of one Slytherin up against a ton of Gryffindor's. Well, that surely wouldn't work at all. Harry smiled at his boyfriend's bravery and knew he'd need it. He squeezed Draco's hand and kissed his cheek.

Hermione placed her book on the table beside her and kicked the blankets off. "Alright, I'll be right back," she says, and she gives them a quick sincere glance. "Don't go anywhere."

Draco wrapped a protective arm around Harry and squeezed him tightly. "Oh, I can assure you he won't be running off," he assures her and places a quick kiss on Harry's forehead to keep him sane.

Harry watched Hermione disappear behind the staircase, and he looked back at Draco who surprised him with a kiss. As minutes had just gone by, Hermione returned with a packet of coloured texters but also accompanied by Lavender and surprisingly, Ginny. Harry didn't know when Hermione, Luna, and Ginny made up from that time on the carriages on their day back at Hogwarts. He guessed the DA lesson's paid off in a different way as he recalls the three talking with each other during a few of the lessons.

Hermione had a big smile on her face and led the girls to Harry. She took off the lid of the packet and placed the coloured connector texters on the table next to her book.

Harry sighed as he felt Draco leave his side and grab a coloured texter. The next thing he knew, he was shoved into the seat Hermione had been previously sitting on. He looked up at Draco for support, when getting a nod in return, Harry smiled and rolled up his sleeve. But he wished he didn't as the girls all gasped in shock and fear at what lay on Harry's skin.

He felt a ton of weight on him just realised he was being hugged by all three girls. He tried to hug the girls back, even though he'd rather be hugged by Draco but couldn't move his arms as they were glued to his side. He felt relieved as he felt the weight pull off him. He looked back up at Draco who was wearing his infamous smirk and winked at Harry. Harry looked back down at the horrified girls who all grabbed a texter each. Hermione grabbed a black texter, Lavender a dark purple and Ginny a red.

Hermione was first to draw her delicate black butterfly on Harry's skin, making sure it was large enough to fit her first name on the inside. Harry felt the texter Hermione chose slide against his skin, but nothing like how Umbridge's quill dug in. The black felted texter tip was soft and smooth against his skin and was easy to use. It felt a little uncomfortable to his skin, especially after having a whole block of ice on it previously.

When Hermione finished, she gave Harry a sad smile, kissed his forehead and gave him another hug.

Draco rolled his eyes at the attention Harry was getting. He just wanted to sit in Harry's lap and hiss at anyone who comes near them. He hesitated, furrowing his brows as he thought that sounded very animal-like and he wondered if the ferret spell was still on him. Harry smiled at his jealous boyfriend. He just so wanted to kiss that frown off his face.

Ginny was next to draw her red butterfly on Harry's arm, she positioned it just a few inches southwest of Hermione's butterfly, but her eyes kept trailing to Harry's cuts and she frowned. She tried her best to concentrate on making the butterfly perfect with swirls and spirals around the sides. She caught Harry staring up at Draco and smiled, it made her feel a little better and to focus her attention on the butterfly. When she was done, she wrote her name and then stood back with a smile, really liking the butterfly she made.

Lavender was last with her dark purple butterfly, locating it to the right of Hermione and Ginny's butterfly, making sure it was neat and pretty. She made the butterfly look like a Monarch butterfly, just without the orange and black. She wrote Ivy's name on the inside of one wing, and her own on the other wing. She clipped the texters lid back on and smiled at her artwork. "Okay, that's all of us done." She turned to Draco, "Your turn, Draco."

Draco nodded and grabbed the closest coloured texter he could find that was Slytherin green. He crouched down onto his knees and stared up into emerald green eyes. He kissed the palm of Harry's hand and took off the lid. He studied the texter, as it was nothing he's ever seen in his life. So, muggle and interesting. He wondered how muggles made this contraption.

He remembered he had a butterfly to draw and snapped his attention back to Harry's arm. He carefully drew the body of the butterfly on Harry's left wrist with no butterflies lay, making it look delicate and elegant. The position he sat in made him smirk, but he shook the thought out of his head and started the antenna and the wings, making them look elegant. He wrote his name in the normal way he usually writes it, elegant cursive letters but made sure they were readable. For something extra, he drew the Malfoy emblem underneath the body of the butterfly. When finished, he smiled and clipped the lid back on the texter. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Harry's lips, which Harry smiled and kissed back.

Hermione, Lavender and Ginny giggled at the lover boys. Ginny sat down on the maroon rug in front of the fireplace, gazing outside at the snow falling from the heavens. Lavender was leaning against the couch, and Hermione sat on the armrest of the armchair Harry was on.

Harry looked down at his arm and the butterflies and he stared in amazement at how pretty they all are. They were all so unique in their own way, and he could tell everyone had their different style of the butterflies. He felt a little funny though, having almost tattoos on his arm. "They're so beautiful, thanks, guys."

"You're welcome, Harry," sang three familiar feminine voices.

"So..." Draco said and sat down on Harry's lap with his legs over the end of the couch's arms. Just by looking at Harry's arm, he wants to make more butterflies but who could make more? Where were the other Gryffindorks? "Who shall we interrogate next? Finnegan? Thomas? Longbottom or Weasley?"

"All of them, Draco," Harry said and wrapped his free arm around Draco's waist, pulling him towards him. He didn't really mind anymore that Draco calls them by their last names. He leaned to the side over the chair's arms and looked at the three girls. "Anyone knows where the boys are?"

"Ron's up in his room," Hermione said distractedly. She was watching the dancing flames in the fireplace. "Neville, I don't know, somewhere in the castle or perhaps in the greenhouses. Seamus and Dean are...I don't know.

"Go find them yourselves..." said Ginny, and Hermione gave her a small glare.

Draco removed himself from Harry's lap, and Harry held out his hands to Draco, and with a push, he was back up on his feet. He gave Draco a kiss, grabbed the coloured texters, and made their way up to the fifth-year boy's dorms. When entering, they smirked at the two couples snogging in the dorm room.

Draco tried his best to mimic a "Hem-Hem," from Umbridge. He sniggered as he got the boy's attention by the horrified looks on their faces. But Ron, Blaise, Dean and Seamus calmed themselves down when they saw it was only Draco and Harry. "Might as well call this the snogging room. Don't you think so, Harry?"

"That definitely should be the name," Harry said with a soft laugh. When was the last time he and Draco had a snogging session in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory? Well, he only remembers little kisses here and there but no actual intense snogging where there's all tongue besides before sex. "Anyway, we have some texters... So, would you all like to draw a butterfly on my arm?" He rolled up his sleeve past his elbows to reveal the arm with the butterflies and red cuts.

The four stared at Harry's arm in shock from the cuts they could see, but also amazement at the four butterflies that lay on his arm.

"That's the gayest thing I've ever seen," Seamus admitted with a smile and decided to just ignore the red cuts that lay on his dorm mates' arms. "Let me do one!" He ran from Dean's grasp, grabbed an orange texter, pushed Harry down onto a bed, sat next to him and started drawing a butterfly carefully on the arm with the green butterfly that was Draco's.

Dean, Ron, and Blaise walked over to the bed Harry and Seamus was on and watched in astonishment at what was happening. Blaise grabbed the dark blue texter; Ron got the maroon coloured one and Dean grabbed a light blue one. They fiddled with their texters, waiting for Seamus to finish with his.

"There, a Pearl-boarded Fritillary butterfly," Seamus said as he finished his butterfly with a few swirls on the wings. "Very common in Ireland." He wrote his name carefully right underneath the butterfly just like the girls had.

"It's beautiful, Seamus," Harry said laudably and admired the butterfly. He's never seen quite a butterfly like that before. Well, of course, he's never been to Ireland. He looked up at the other boys in the room, "Who's next?"

It was a race to Harry's side, a lot of playful pushing and shoving just to sit beside Harry to draw their own butterfly. With a jelly leg jinx and a smirk, Blaise won between the other two Gryffindor's and started drawing his own butterfly on the same arm Seamus drew his butterfly, but just above. He wrote his name just above the antenna in elegant formal letters.

Ron was next to draw his maroon butterfly, but just to the left of Blaise's one. He had to hop over to Harry because of the Jelly-leg Jinx Blaise cast on him. He made the butterfly look like the ones that flutter around in the Burrow's garden. A white cabbage moth. It was common but delicate. He wrote his name in big letters inside the butterflies left wing.

And finally, it was Dean's turn. He drew his light blue butterfly on Harry's right wrist, making it look normal but as fancy as he could draw it. Sudden footsteps into the room caught everyone off guard and they turned their heads to look at a flushed Neville.

"Um... Hi..." Neville said gawkily. He looked at everyone surrounding Harry's bed and wondered why they're all so close. "Is there some sort of cult thing happening here that I missed out on?" Draco snorted at that thought but hid it as a violent cough.

"Nope," Ron said with a goofy smile. Even though he wished it was some cult that he could scare some other Slytherin's and Gryffindor's with. He could literally picture everyone in this room chanting something weird in the Great Hall before dinner and then every other student and professor walks in and has no clue what they're doing. "Just drawing butterflies on Harry's arm."

"Ohhh," Neville said with a prolonged 'h', looking down at Harry and his colourful but scarred arm. Multi-coloured butterfly-covered arm. "Can I draw one too?" He didn't ask questions.

Harry nodded with a smile. He'd like to have as many as possible so it's easier to resist the urge. Though, he really hopes he can resist the urge for Draco. He doesn't want to disappoint him at all. "Of course, Neville. Everyone can." Neville smiled and grabbed a gold-coloured texter.

Dean still had to finish his butterfly and so he continued drawing on Harry's arm. Neville sat on the other side of Harry, held Harry's left arm, and started drawing his own golden butterfly.

Harry thanked them all for the artwork they did on his arms. He really liked this, even though it made him feel a little girly. He can't complain about it though, he's tried on girl's makeup before. "All of you, it's beautiful."

Every boy in the room gave Harry a joyful smile. "It's the least we can do for ye, Harry," Seamus said candidly. "We would love to see ye get better, to fight ye're way through all ye're troubles."

A murmur of "Yeah" were heard throughout the room.

Draco knelt down in front of Harry and studied each arm with colourful butterflies and smiled. He cast a permanent charm on both of the arms so the butterflies won't fade away for a few weeks until the charm would need to be re-cast. Harry smiled and leaned down to capture Draco's lips in a kiss, not caring if they were being stared at by five other boys.

Blaise smiled and grabbed Draco by the collar to pull him out of the kiss. "Come on lovebird, you have Quidditch practise now," he reminded his best friend, and he smirked at Harry pouting a little at Draco.

Draco groaned and kissed Harry again. Blaise rolled his eyes and dragged Draco out of the room with a smirk. He loved pissing the hell out of his best friends, but only for a little while. Draco frowned and tried to reach out to Harry but had already left the room.

Harry laughed at his boyfriend and let out a deep sigh. He lay back down on his bed from where he was seated and stared up at his best mate who looked down at him. "Merlin, I love him so much."

Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville all smiled down at Harry and said, "We know, Harry."

With a grin, Seamus pushed everyone on the bed on top of Harry and then jumped on top of Dean and yelled, "GROUP HUG!"

Everyone groaned as they were squished under whoever was on top of them and muttered, "Seamus!"

Seamus chuckled in Dean's neck. All he wanted was a group hug. Can't a guy get what he wants? "Sorry guys."

*****

Harry walked back into the Gryffindor common room, he still had a faint stunned feeling as he looked around the room and saw Ron and Hermione over by the fireplace. He sank into the armchair near them and put his head in his hands.

"What happened?" Ron asked, looking up from his homework.

"Is it Cho?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded and slumped looking into the fire. "She started talking to me after class about Cedric and was really upset," he tells them but what scared him was their reaction to what he was going to tell them. "She was crying."

"So, what happened?" Hermione asked, biting the end of her quill. This couldn't be good by the look on her best friend's face. What had Harry done this time?

Harry shrugged, "I didn't know what to do," he says and noticed how curious Ron and Hermione looked. "She obviously wanted me to comfort her, so I gave her a hug and then she looked up and we were under the mistletoe..."

Hermione shook her head in disappointment, "Harry, please don't tell me you kissed her."

"I didn't know what to do!" Harry said at once with regret. "She was just standing there obviously waiting to be kissed I didn't think I should just walk away. That would make her cry more, wouldn't it? I just wanted her to stop crying. And it wasn't like I could tell her why I'm not interested in her. She should know I'm dating Draco. Everyone knows."

Hermione's look told him that clearly, he hadn't thought all of his options through clearly. He could have just taken her to a professor to calm her down and talk about things instead of kissing her just to leave her alone. "So, you..."

"I kissed her," said Harry, frowning down at the floor. It wasn't meant to happen. He just wanted to get out of there and go see Draco. But well, could he still?

"Harry!" Hermione snapped. She was so disappointed in him. What she hoped was that word didn't spread throughout Hogwarts. "What would Draco think! How would he feel about this!"

"I don't know, okay!" Harry responded back quickly. He just wished he could go back inside and escape while he still could before. "I hope he'll understand that it was just a bloody kiss. It's not like it was my first Mistletoe kiss. That one I had with Draco."

Ron started laughing uncontrollably. Hermione shook her head at the both of them and waited for Ron to stop rolling around on the floor. "How was it? " Ron asked, gasping for breath.

"Wet," Harry said truthfully. He didn't like it one bit. "She was crying and everything."

"Not a good sign, mate, having a bird start sobbing when you kiss her," Ron says deplorably but he did feel a little disappointed in him for doing such a thing. "You should stick to boys, stick to Draco."

Harry gave a laugh and looked over at Hermione. She was looking from Ron to Harry in disbelief.

"Don't either of you realise what Cho is going through right now?" She proceeded to tell them exactly all of the worries that Cho Chang was going through right now with Cedric being her best friend and then turned to Harry, "And you! How do you think she is going to feel if you don't follow up the kiss?"

Harry shrugged with a frown to his lips, "I'll just be sure not to let her catch me alone again." He just hopes Draco hasn't heard about what had happened and that he's not mad at him.

Hermione shook her head at him. "Harry, that is just going to be worse!" She looked over at him. "You'll need to tell her you're seeing Draco. In fact, how come she doesn't know that you and Draco are dating?" she added hastily as Ron looked at them. Ron looked between Hermione and Harry and then shrugged. "Good, now let me finish this letter to Viktor."

Harry thought back to kissing Cho. If anything, the experience taught him that he was definitely bisexual. There was just a tiny spark of interest when she had kissed him, just a tiny little spark. But it's nothing like what he'd felt the first time he and Draco had kissed. Or even Fred. Those kisses just lit something up inside him and filled him with warmth and love. Mainly Draco made him feel like that though.

Draco. Harry groaned as he realised that he had to find a way to talk to Draco before term ended in two days. The way that gossip travelled between the houses he knew that the fact that he'd kissed Cho would be all over the school by morning.

Harry was so dead. What would happen if Lucius and Narcissa found out? They'd want his head on a stick. Well, he was hoping they wouldn't go that far. He sighed miserably and headed up to the dormitory.

The next day, Harry saw Draco in one of the corridors as he just got back from the morning therapy appointment with Snape. It was just about how his week had been, how he's going with school, if he's started using the techniques to stop from self-harming, and if he's thinking the Butterfly effect was helping. It was a short 10-minute appointment as Snape had to talk with Dumbledore about something. He didn't know why Draco hadn't come with him this time to the appointment but had a feeling he knew. "Dracoooo!" he called, jogging up to him.

Draco turned around slowly and looked at Harry unhappily with a frown and crossed his arms over his chest. His Malfoy mask appeared on his face, and he lifted his chin up to look intimidating instead of woeful. "What?" He didn't know if he should be angry at Harry or sad, so he chose both.

Harry frowned as he saw Draco's Malfoy Mask appear. He knew why Draco was upset. Clearly, everyone knew now. "Draco, I-"

"Harry, do you love me?" Draco interrupted him with the question. He sounded pretty insensitive. He knew Harry loved him; he really did but he just wanted to hear him say it. It just hurt when he heard that Harry kissed that Ravenclaw girl. What he wanted to know was why Harry kissed her.

"Of course, I love you Draco," Harry said candidly and took a step forward, reaching a hand out to grasp at Draco's arm. Draco hesitantly stepped back. "I love you deeply with all my body, soul, and heart. All of me loves all of you, Draco." He hesitates. "Is this about Cho?" He tried to grab a hold of Draco's hand.

Draco kept his hands to himself. But even he couldn't resist the urge to caress Harry's cheek and hold his hand and embrace him in a hug. What Harry did really pained his heart and even staying this far away from him doesn't help at all. "Yes, it is Harry. Explain now."

"Cho was crying," Harry started quickly and used his arms to emphasise what he was saying. "It was about Cedric, there was Mistletoe, I'm dumb and I love you."

"You're such an idiot, Harry," Draco said, shaking his head in disappointment and he presses his lips together tightly, remembering all the good times he had with Harry when kissing and cuddling. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about that then but he couldn't help it.

"I agree," Harry said with a quick nod. He could tell Draco needed more to the truth, so he began, "It was just one big awkward nargle-nest. Somehow, we ended up being the last ones to leave the DA meeting. She is still upset about Cedric and wanted to talk about it, she was one of his best friends." Harry shrugged, he still couldn't figure out how he had ended up kissing her, "And she was crying and there was mistletoe. And well, I think she likes me, not that I like her," He added hastily. "I didn't know what to do and it just seemed the easiest way to get her out of the room was to kiss her so that she would leave."

"You just kissed her so she would leave?" Draco drawled, grimacing at his boyfriend. "Seems like telling her you weren't interested might have gotten the message across a little more directly."

"It was a peck!" Harry exclaimed it quickly. "It was nothing like how I kiss you and how you make me feel." He understands why Draco's angry and sad. He would too if he saw Draco kiss another bloke. But girls? They don't exist for Draco, not in a romantic way. He knows how gay Draco is. Out of 100, he would be a 100%. Harry has caught his boyfriend staring at him and his arse like it's the most beautiful thing many times over the years. It's damn sexy and he loves it. And then he shrugged, "I hate girls crying. It makes me stupid."

"I would have to agree to that," Draco said, his arms lowering to his side. At least he knew Harry wasn't lying. He could tell by the look in his green eyes. "Forget about it. After all, I've put you through, I figured you earned a free pass this time. Not, mind you, that you have my permission to kiss every crying girl or bloke that you come across."

"I promise, no more," Harry said brightly. He sighed with relief and gave Draco a loving smile, "I love you."

"I love you too, Harry," Draco said, tilting his head to the side and he took two extra steps towards Harry and hugged him. He closed his eyes and sighed when feeling Harry's arms wrap around him. He felt like home once again when in Harry's arms and he pressed a kiss to Harry's neck. "Honestly, you saved me from misery today. I'm sorry for ignoring you."

"You've been ignoring me?" Harry asked sadly, not remembering being ignored. Well, he only just saw Draco today and that was right now. If he didn't see Draco he would have gone to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Draco frowned; he wasn't meant to ignore anybody. He just couldn't deal with the pain, so he excluded himself from others. "Well, I've been ignoring everyone to be exact," he corrected himself.

Harry smiled weakly. Maybe it's best if they come up with something to make sure the entire school knows he and Draco are dating. "You know, I think you should come up with something to say to the entire school just so they know that I'm not into anyone besides you like during breakfast or something."

"What? Shag in front of everyone?" Draco asked with a smirk of fascination. He liked where this was going but shagging in front of the whole school? No thanks. Even remembering Hedwig getting shagged by his own owl in the Great Hall that weird day was humiliating enough.

"No, I was thinking more on the lines of snogging," said Harry with a smile and he slowly moved his head towards the Slytherin's face. His eyes glanced quickly up and down Draco's face from his silver eyes which sparkled with love, and to his lips that needed to be kissed and loved.

"That, my darling, I can do," Draco responded in a low voice, and just as Harry's face neared his, he pressed his brows to Harry's, his nose brushing against Harry's nose, and he kissed him with all the love he has in his heart for his boyfriend. The amount of love he has for Harry is never-ending.

Harry kissed back slowly, wanting to pour everything he has into the kiss for Draco, and he ran his fingers roughly through Draco's blonde hair. He pushed Draco up against the wall and kissed him hard.

Draco moaned and took control over the kiss, turning Harry around so he was the one up against the wall. He pushed his leg in between Harry's legs and brushed his fingertips over Harry's soft skin on his neck. "Shall we continue this in the Great Hall?" he asked willingly.

"Absolutely!" Harry answered. Draco smirked and ruffled Harry's already messy hair. He intertwined their hands together and headed down to the Great Hall. As they entered, Draco pushed Harry up against the door, hearing a loud 'Thud'. He knew people were watching them and he liked it, he wanted the whole world to know Harry was his and his only. He stared deeply into emerald green eyes and kissed him again, and the way he kissed Harry probably looked to the students around them that he was consuming Harry's lips. It better look like it because he owned Harry and his lips and his gorgeous body.

Everyone in the Great Hall was whispering, some squealing and giggling, and other's smiling at them knowingly.

Harry held his arms around Draco's back and pulled him closer as he kissed back passionately but Draco had other plans. He grabbed Harry's hands, slammed them up against the door above Harry's head and intertwined their hands together. Harry smiled in the kiss, knowing how embarrassing it was to be watched by the many students in Hogwarts when snogging your lover but he didn't mind. "I love you, Draco Malfoy," Harry whispered, but he wasn't silent enough to be heard from all the students closer to him. There was a loud whisper of "Awe's', and giggles and Harry blushed.

Draco smiled lovingly at Harry. "I love you too, Harry James Potter," he said loudly, he was most likely heard by the older students on each table closest to him and Harry. That only made Harry blush more and Draco ended the space between them again in another slow kiss.

There were claps and whistles heard around the room and Harry and Draco really loved it all. When they broke out of the kiss, they knew what they both wanted and headed to the secret room in the Library.

-

When Harry fluttered his eyes open, he met a beautiful sight of his naked boyfriend lying next to him. He softly trailed his fingertips up Draco's thigh to his chest. As silver eyes flickered open, Harry kissed him.

"Hello, my darling," Draco muttered with a yawn. He feels utterly phenomenal from a few hours ago. He really can't decide whether he loves doing the shagging or being shagged by Harry. They both are equally pleasurable experiences he shared with this beautiful Gryffindor beside him. But one thing for sure, he loves Harry's thick delicious meaty cock whether it's in his mouth or up his arse. He feels really special and blessed with Harry making love with him with his big glorious cock. He actually wonders if it'll grow any longer and become thicker in the years coming.

"Hello," Harry replied with a loving smile. He also let out a yawn as he was extremely fatigued from the sex and just remembering seeing Draco look so vulnerable to him while he opens him up slowly and fucks into him. It was just so extraordinary. "Thanks, the sex was incredible."

Draco let out a throaty "Mmm," in reply and agreement and snuggled up to Harry. He moved his head to the side and winced as a sharp pain overwhelmed him. He smiled when knowing it was a hickey that his Gryffindor boyfriend gave him during that beautiful sensational night last night.

Harry laughed wearily at his tired boyfriend and kissed his eyebrow, and the Slytherin raises that eyebrow Harry kissed. Harry was aiming for Draco's forehead but his eyebrow will do. He then remembered it is close to Christmas. "It's Christmas in a couple of days," he reminds him, though the Slytherin already knew it obviously. "I was hoping we could spend the whole day together, but of course with Hermione and Ron for a couple of hours."

"Christmas fuck?" Draco suggested sleepily and eagerly. He could go for a round two with this guy any day and anytime. He's just so beautiful and feels amazing inside of him and his dick is spectacular.

"Only if you want to," Harry advised with a sleepy smile. He moved his hands from Draco's chest down to his thighs and over his arse cheeks. He gave the Slytherin's arse a little squeeze which made the blonde gasp. "We can do it at any chosen time."

"Sounds sensational!" Draco said with joyfulness. He really can't take it if Harry was teasing him for more... He will literally sit up, grab Harry's meat-sac of a cock and wriggle his arse down on it until he was fully seated on Harry and Harry was up his arse again. But he refrained himself from doing such a thing. "I cannot wait!"

Harry smiled at his sleepy boyfriend. He loves seeing a tired Draco. It's just so sweet and cute, like watching a white fluffy kitten fall asleep. "Naww! Did Dwayco not get a good enough sleep?" He asked mockingly with a pout.

"Yes, Dwayco didn't get a decent amount of sleep as his bottom was vibrating blissfully from having you fuck him," Draco mumbled happily and kissed Harry's shoulder. Okay, maybe that was a lie as he did have a really good sleep hours ago. But that was hours ago. Not a full night or anything. "And I'm hungry since we skipped breakfast, and I'm hoping Lunchtime isn't too far away."

"Awww! My poor baby ferret," Harry said playfully with a chuckle and Draco made a noise of disapproval at being called a ferret. This Slytherin guy is driving him crazy but in a good way. "Does your arse need kissing better?"

Draco smirked at that comment and definitely wanted his arse kissed by his sexy Gryffindor boyfriend. "Yes, please," he says and lays back down on his back, and under the sheets of the bed, he spreads his legs apart.

Harry rolled his eyes at his sex-craved Slytherin boyfriend and crawled backwards under the quilt, not losing Draco's eye contact. "Merlin, Harry..." Draco watched those green eyes disappear under the blankets. Harry kissed Draco's prick from under the blankets and he breathed in Draco's manly smell. It was arousing him once again. "Heeey, that's not my bottom!" Draco said in a soft but demanding tone. He wanted his arse kissed.

Harry trailed kisses from the base of Draco's prick down to his bottom. He moved further down and gave Draco a raspberry on the inside of his thigh. Draco laughed from the pleasured blow, pushed the blankets off of himself and Harry and pulled Harry up by the arms into a long kiss.

Harry remembered the presents he brought for Draco. It really was a hard gift to find because well, Draco had almost everything. And he even got Narcissa a few presents and even Mr Malfoy. He had to impress the older Malfoy somehow. What better way is to give them a present as a thank you for accepting Draco as being gay and accepting the fact that he fell in love with Harry and started dating him. "Do you know how hard it is to find you a decent gift?" He asked during the kiss. "And a gift that I hope you don't already have."

Draco smiled in the kiss. Honestly, he doesn't want Harry to give him anything as all he's ever wanted was this man in his life. But then again, he wants sex as well. "I know, Harry," he mumbles, the only thing he could see right now is Harry's eyes. "You know you don't have to get me gifts. Sex is a perfect gift, as well as being with you and waking up beside you every day."

"But I'm with you every single day, and we can have sex whenever we want," Harry says, and he reaches behind Draco's neck to link his hands together. He rubs their cocks together, and their nipples rub against each other's, creating delicious friction that makes them not want to stop their movements. Eventually, Harry stopped his movements and just went in for a sloppy kiss, trying his best to ignore the slight hard-on he had.

"And I love that, very much," Draco said after the kiss but brushed his lips over Harry's. His hardness wanted Harry's attention and he didn't think it would go away. "I love you, so very much."

Harry smiled lovingly at Draco. Could his life get any better? "I love you too, so very much." And then Draco kissed him, softly and slowly. Yet again, it was only a loving kiss with no tongue and whatever else.

Harry reached for his wand and muttered a quick "Tempus." He looked up at the glowing numbers for just a minute, Draco started kissing Harry's neck, Harry groans at the time that displays 8:20. "Shit!" 50 minutes to get up, have breakfast and head off to class. He moaned when Draco's kisses were replaced with a tongue on his neck.

"Let's go, Draco," Harry mumbled while feeling his stomach rumble. He leaned away from Draco's amazing hot mouth on his throat. He was so hungry he could literally eat a whole cow. "We've literally got fifty minutes left. I still can't believe we fell asleep."

"Where?" asked Draco tiredly. He didn't want to go anywhere except stay in this warm comfy bed alone with Harry even though he was a little hungry but the amount of Harry's spunk he swallowed felt like it fulfilled him. It appears his stomach doesn't agree with him.

"Breakfast," Harry said quickly. Where else would he go when hungry? Well, there are the kitchens, but he wants to be in the Great Hall where tons of food lay on the table. If there was any left... "I'm hungry, aren't you? And we need to hurry..."

Draco didn't know how to reply. Yes, he was hungry, but he just wants and needs to stay in bed. But as his stomach rumbled, he knew he just had to eat something. "Mm-hmm."

Harry smiled and gave him a quick kiss. He leaned back out and looked deep into those silver eyes he loves. He placed a kiss on each eyelid and Draco laughed because of it. He got up off the bed and started quickly getting dressed.

Draco just lay on the bed and smiled up at the ceiling with the quilt covering his waist. "Have I ever told you how much I love you, Harry?" he asked slowly just to let the words sink into his boyfriend's mind.

Harry looked up at him just as he pulled up his pants and put on his belt. He looked at him with love, "Yes, many times, my love. And I love you too, Draco. But get the hell up and get dressed. I told you, we've got less than ten minutes to get dressed and have food."

"More than Weasley and Granger?" asked Draco with a smirk as he sits up and hugs his legs to his chest. It also exposed Harry's favourite parts of his body which the Gryffindor couldn't get his eyes off when pulling on his shirt and doing his best to do his tie.

That was a very big question. Of course, Harry loves Draco more than Hermione and Ron. It's just, the love he feels between Ron and Hermione and the love he shares with Draco is quite different. He loves Hermione and Ron like brother and sister while he loves Draco as a lover, as someone he wants to be with for a very long time, someone to share beautiful memories with, someone to make love with and someone to give love to.

Harry doesn't look towards the future. No, he focuses on the present. He focuses on all the memories he makes with Draco every day and he holds on to them and keeps those memories stored in a bright room in his mind. "Yes, Draco Malfoy," Harry said at last. At least Ron and Hermione weren't here for them to hear this conversation. "I love you more than Ron and Hermione."

Draco's heart fluttered in his chest for what Harry said. He finally removed himself from the bed and quickly dressed too. And as soon as Draco finished dressing, they headed out of the Library's secret room and down to the Great Hall for a quick breakfast. They sat at the Slytherin table next to Blaise and Ron.

Draco lay his head on Harry's shoulder and placed his arms around him, clinging to him like a koala. He always looked up into Harry's green eyes whenever he could during breakfast and smiled lovingly at him. This was a perfect day, he thought and gently kissed Harry's cheek.

Harry looked down at his clingy boyfriend and kissed him slowly. He found it utterly adorable how clingy Draco was today. He wondered if it was because of the sex. He does admit that when Draco's the one who shags him, he does get rather clingy too during the day or night, but also quite protective. But he doesn't show it because he just does not want to seem... like an attention seeker. But now, he guesses it's not being an attention seeker.

Blaise chuckled at the couple. He was mostly laughing at Draco because of how clingy he was to Harry. He didn't want to know why Draco was being so clingy, but guessed he knew that already. He was happy for him though, the look his fellow Slytherin gives Harry is entirely full of love. So much love he could tell the couple would be with each other for many years to come. It was beautiful.

And when Harry leaned out of the kiss, he brushed a few strands of Draco's whitish blonde hair out of his silver eyes. And then something moved out of the corner of his eye. He looked down at his empty plate. Well, it was empty. It now had a piece of toast on it. He didn't know who put it there but the grin on Blaise Zabini's face told him who did it. He gave the Italian Slytherin a thankful smile.

Harry picked up the piece of toast and held it in front of Draco's and his own mouth. Draco took a little bite of the toast and Harry did the same. They ate the toast together until they reached the middle. As they finished off the toast, they connected their lips in a kiss.

Draco slowly smiled in the kiss, and he just couldn't stop smiling. When he leaned out of the breathtaking kiss, he whispered, "I love you, Harry Potter."

"I love you too, Draco Malfoy." And now Harry couldn't stop smiling. Is it possible to fall deeper in love with somebody? Because Harry feels like he's falling deeper in love with Draco Malfoy. Every day he feels it, and, in his heart, he knows how much it's true.

Even throughout the rest of the day, Draco still clung to Harry as a koala would to their mother. But this clinging was far deeper than a mother's love for their son or daughters. It was deeper than the depths of the Mariana trench and deeper than the Grand Canyon. It was true love.

*****

Draco strolled through every corridor of Hogwarts he knew of and still couldn't find Harry. Where was he? He couldn't even see Weasel or Granger anywhere either. Speaking of the Weasels, he hasn't seen any of them since yesterday. So, what exactly happened? Yesterday was the best day he could ever think of. He knew he was rather... huggy and lovable to Harry but that's because of how amazing Harry makes him feel both in bed and out in the corridors together holding hands and snogging.

He was getting rather worried now that it neared lunchtime and everyone was lining up to head to the Hogwarts express to head home for the holidays. What was even sadder was that Harry wouldn't be able to stay at the Venetian manor as Draco just doesn't know where his Gryffindor boyfriend is. Throughout the school year, he was so excited to take Harry home with him for Christmas. His mother said in one of her letters that she will stay at the manor for Christmas. Now, it's just him and mother for Christmas. Unless his father pops in somehow. But that is unlikely. When he caught up to Blaise in a compartment on the Hogwarts express, he sat with him and asked, "Have you see-"

"No," Blaise interrupted with his own frown. He didn't look up at Draco as he was just too worried to make eye contact. "Pansy's currently looking through the train for Hermione. I told her it's no use as we asked Dean and Seamus and they told us they just vanished."

"Just vanished?" Draco spat in disbelief. How could three people just vanish into thin air? Unless Dean and Seamus were lying to them about something...

"Just vanished," Blaise repeated to him. It made no sense. He finally looked at his fellow Slytherin, "Do you think Seamus and Dean lied to us? Could there be more to their apparent vanishing story?"

Draco shrugged. It was most likely the truth as those Gryffindor's are Harry and Ron's dorm mates. The best thing he could think of is to find those two and ask them what exactly happened. "Shall we go probe them?"

"You can," Blaise said expressionlessly. He just couldn't be bothered. He was kind of scared to go back home, especially since the whole Voldemort-is-back thing. He knew his parents were big supporters of him. He just hoped his own parents won't make him do certain... stuff.

"Blaise?" Draco said worriedly with furrowed eyebrows. His best friend looked a little... scared? What's up with that? Usually, he's all straight-back, poise and looking like a royal prince. He never shows his fear unless it's something terrible.

"Yeah?" asked Blaise slowly, wearisomely. He looked back to the ground and tried to hide his frown with a small smile. He hopes to Merlin that nothing will go wrong, not that it does but he can just feel something's going to happen. Maybe Divination wasn't bad and worthless after all?

Draco placed a hand on the Italian's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. "Are you all right?" Now his worry was growing by the minute. First about Harry's whereabouts, now about his best friend's state.

Blaise looked back up at his best friend and gave him the biggest smile he could. "Yes, Draco," he says with a quick nod. He gave his friend a little poke in the shoulder just to appear okay. "I'm great!"

Draco was still a bit unsure. The sudden change of attitude from Blaise seemed a little... too good to be true. Before they knew it, they were already in London. They could hear the loud chattering of parents waiting for their sons and daughters to hop off the train. Draco watched Blaise get up and head out of the compartment. Before the Italian could leave, he said, "Wait, Blaise..."

Blaise turned around and looked at his best friend curiously, raising a brow with impatience. "Yes?" He just wanted to leave, head home, and lock himself in his room and read some of his books over and over again. Or to just talk with his mother about how school year.

Draco stepped forward and embraced him in a loose hug. If he never got a hug from Harry, then he'll give one to his best mate. "Be safe, Blaise. Stay strong. Remember Pansy and I are only an owl away."

Blaise froze at the sudden gesture but eventually hugged back. "Thanks, Draco," he said in a hushed voice, secretly giving a little smile. "I will, and you too."

Draco leaned out of the hug and bid his best mate goodbye before grabbing his trunk and hopping out of the train. He looked around the platform, there standing with Blaise's parents was his mother. He smiled at her and walked towards her.

Narcissa gave Blaise's mother a cheerful farewell before turning back to her son with a smile. She embraced him in a hug. "Hello, my Dragon," her embrace tightened around her son and she sighed happily. "How was school, and where is Harry?"

"School's fine, mother," Draco told his mother and wrapped his arms tightly around her. But then he sighed as he didn't have Harry next to him, holding his hand or hugging him. "Harry... I don't know where he is."

Narcissa gave her son a sorrowful look before giving him her arm for apparition. She had no idea what has happened to Harry but hoped it wasn't anything horrible. "Want to talk about it at the manor?"

Draco nodded and leaned out of the hug. He knows it's best to talk about it than to bottle it up. Sadly, Harry is still learning about that. "Yes, please." And with a slight flash, they had landed in the Venetian Manor in the lounge room. Draco made his way to the couch and sat down on it with his legs folded.

In what felt like a second, a smell of Apricot had overwhelmed his senses and he knew his mother had a cup of tea levitating around him somewhere. This was always how it'd be when he needed to talk about something important or worrisome. Always a cup of tea while talking as it almost calms the mind and it gives you something to do if you know you're going to break down into tears.

So, then Draco started talking as he grabbed a white gold-rimmed saucer with a bone white teacup with little blue fancy flowers on it from behind him, "The last time I saw Harry was yesterday afternoon and then after that, it seemed like he had vanished."

Narcissa nodded at her son and took a sip of her tea in her own teacup. She was a little confused about how someone could just disappear. Unless Harry had an adult with him when apparating but surely the teachers would be telling her son where his boyfriend is. "Nobody can vanish, Draco. Not unless they're able to apparate and we both know Harry can't."

"I know, mother," Draco said tiredly. If only Harry was at the Burrow, then perhaps he could Floo there if his mother allows him. "Wouldn't a professor tell me where Harry went then? None of the professors even spoke of Harry. It's like he never existed! It was so infuriating!"

"Wait..." Narcissa said and gave her son a fake confused look. "Who's Harry?" Draco raised an eyebrow at his mother but then narrowed his eyes, giving her the sign to stop whatever she is doing as this is serious. Narcissa chuckled. "I'm just joking, Draco. Maybe something... disastrous happened. Your professors would like to keep it to themselves instead of giving information to the students that could frighten them. But let's not talk about that. Please continue."

Draco nodded and raised the teacup to his mouth to take a sip of his tea as his mouth felt a little dry. And then he continued, "This morning, I went searching for Harry and just couldn't find him anywhere. Nowhere in Gryffindor Tower, and not in Slytherin. Even Blaise and Pansy couldn't find Ron and Hermione."

"You didn't even ask any of the professors?" asked Narcissa curiously, her white-tipped nails tapping against her ceramic teacup. Draco shook his head. "Well, that's what you could have done."

"I know, I know," Draco repeated. He knew he should have done that but why bother the professor's when they've had to deal with school children the entire year?

Narcissa noticed how her son was deep in thought, much like her husband Lucius when he's deep in thought about something in his office. "Speak of your thoughts, Draco."

Draco looked at her as he took another sip of his tea. Could he tell her or should he not? It's still best to talk about it though. "I guess I didn't want to trouble any of the professors because they've dealt with students all year long."

"Oh, Dragon," Narcissa said with a sigh of delight. This gladdened her to hear that her son cares for the professors a little. "The professors have been dealing with students all their teaching life. For example, Severus. He's been teaching for what? Twenty years?"

Draco felt like correcting his mother but pushed that thought aside. It's 23 years Severus had been teaching for, not 20. "I know, I just didn't want to bother them at all."

Narcissa smiled at her son and how caring he is for everyone. She also knows how much Harry cares for everyone. These two have so much in common, it's beautiful! "Back to the point. May I ask what you did the day before? This is just so I have an idea of Harry's... behaviour."

Draco blushed. Should he tell his mother what he and Harry did the night before last night? Merlin, that'd be very... embarrassing.

Narcissa laughed girlishly at the blush on her son's face. She wouldn't mind talking about rather intense subjects with her son. It's quite normal, even if she knew how embarrassed her son would be. "Talk to me, Draco."

"Are you sure you want to...?" Draco asked his mother. When he got a nod from her, he continued but his blush darkened. Oh, Merlin. How would she react? Maybe like Pansy and Ivy did when they first found out about his and Harry's first shag? Merlin, those two were loud and giggling a lot. "Well, Harry and I had sex that night."

Narcissa nodded simply. She kept a straight face even if she were smirking when she brought the cup up to her mouth. "And?"

Draco smiled at the memory of that beautiful night. Having Harry shove Draco's arms up over his head while pounding into him hard and feeling Harry's beautiful prick hit that wonderful spot in him that makes him see bright lights in his eyes. Merlin, his arse still is a little sore, but he doesn't mind. It was incredible! "Well, um... when we woke up, I was rather... clingy to him. I kept by his side the whole day. I felt like having him near me will protect me from everything that's bad in the world. I felt really protected."

Narcissa laughed again. She was so glad her son felt so loved when he was with Harry. It's such a gift to see those two wizards together. Such a beautiful gift that she will treasure all her life. "And what about Harry? How was he doing?"

"He was actually pretty happy," Draco said with a smile when looking into his orange-coloured tea. He remembered back on that unfortunate day after the big Quidditch game. "We actually discovered something about having sex."

Narcissa rose a delicate eyebrow at her son. That was odd to hear. "What is it?" she asked curiously.

If possible, Draco's blush darkened. "It helps Harry. Sex, I mean. Sex helps him." Narcissa looked at him in disbelief and gestured to her son to continue. "So, um... He says that when having sex, he feels less stressed and anxious, his mood boosts so he feels rather happy and he feels more compassionate towards me."

"How interesting," Narcissa said intriguingly. She's never heard of such things about sexual intercourse before. She didn't even know shagging could do such a thing.

Draco continued, "He also says it takes his mind off things and he even said it's kind of like exercise." Narcissa laughed joyfully at that last sentence. "I know, mother. It's literally Sexercise."

Narcissa calmed her laughter down and nodded at that word. "You must have really liked that night," she said with a wink of her eye.

"Mother!" Draco snapped in disapproval, thinking how inappropriate it is for her to say and do that. Narcissa giggled yet again. "But yes, I really enjoyed it."

"And what do you prefer?" asked Narcissa curiously. She'd like to know about her son's sex life every now and then. Just not in too much detail... "You like shagging Harry or being shagged by him?"

"Uh..." Draco said awkwardly. This was quite an uneasy topic to talk to his mother about. But really, he can't decide what he likes best. "I don't actually know. I guess... it just depends on how we're feeling."

"How so?" Narcissa asked and took another sip of her tea.

Another question he really can't explain. "I'm not sure... I guess when I feel some kind of sexual power over him or I just want to feel him... then I'm the one who shags him." This is really hard to talk about. He can't exactly say 'Oh, yeah... Mother, I like fucking him because I love to feel his beautiful sexy body and skin under my hands. I also love pounding into his hot, slick arse as I love hearing those moans come from his beautiful throat that just gave me a blowjob.' Merlin, the face his mother would make when hearing those words come from her son's mouth. "And then when I feel overpowered by him... then he shags me." That was very uncomfortable to talk about... At least it's over and done with, or so he hopes.

"Interesting," Narcissa repeated again. She took another sip of her tea before saying, "So, you don't exactly know what you like doing? Except for both?" Draco nodded at his mother. "I see."

Draco wanted to head to his room. Even if he hasn't seen his mother since the holidays, he had enough of mother and son talking time. Leave that for some time else... "If you will excuse me until dinner..." He got up and looked in his teacup. It was still half-full. "I'll also take this with me..."

"Of course, my dragon," Narcissa said. It was quite fun embarrassing her son by talking about his sex life. Perhaps in the future, she could interrogate Harry with his as well.

With a small nod goodbye, Draco left the room to his bedroom. He ignored his portrait snogging Portrait Harry because that just made him slightly jealous and continued his small journey to his bedroom. Finally, he closed his bedroom door from behind him and jumped onto his bed with a groan. He hoped to Merlin that Harry was okay and safe wherever he is.

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