Harry looked around in satisfaction at the member with as of the D.A. as they tried to produce Patronuses. Half the group had already been able to at least produce a silver mist and a few had actually produced a corporeal one, Cho, Fred and George, Hermione and Ron.

Two things happened simultaneously that Harry didn't know which occurred first. The door to the room opened and he saw Dobby standing there, wringing his hands in terror.

"Harry Potter, Harry Potter, sir. Dobby has come to warn you..." Harry's attention was drawn away from the trembling house elf by the excited gasps from one side of the Room of Requirement. Turning he saw a ferret Patronus bouncing past the students towards him. It leapt at him and he heard Draco's voice call out "She's coming!"

Harry gaze shifted from Draco's ferret Patronus to Dobby. He looked up at the stunned group of students who were standing motionless. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? RUN!" he bellowed. There was a split-second delay as they looked at him blankly and then there was a mad rush for the door.

Harry stood in the middle of the classroom watching to make sure everyone was getting out of the room. He shouted at them to make for the library or the owlery, so they weren't all travelling down the stairs towards their dormitories at the same time. There was a thumping noise and Harry turned around to see Dobby slamming his head against the floor. He ran back and picked up the small elf and shook him gently. "Stop it. Stop it! Dobby, I forbid you to hurt yourself. Go back to the kitchens, hurry!"

Running out the door of the Room of Requirement he could see the last of the D.A. members disappearing down the far staircase. Quickly he turned and ran the other way. He started down the far staircase but swore as he got a glimpse of Goyle heading up the stairs. The lumbering Slytherin was still a couple of flights down though and moving slowly. Harry turned and ran back down the corridor. Draco was standing in the middle of the corridor, Harry skidded to a stop. Draco ran up to him, "What are you doing! Get out of here, she'll be here any minute."

Shaking his head, Harry looked at him. "It's no good. Goyle is coming from up the other stairs." They both eyed each knowing that there was no way out for Harry. Harry shrugged and reached down and pulled up Draco's wand hand. The hawthorn wand was trembling in his grip. Harry quickly kissed Draco's hand as if to calm the Slytherin down.

Harry was breathing hard, but he looked at Draco, his green eyes boring into Draco's, "Do it."

Draco's eyes went wide, "I can't!"

"Between you turning me in or Goyle, I would rather it be you. Do it now, we are out of time." Harry forced his voice to be firm, even though he was shaking. They both could hear the thud of footsteps running towards them from both ends of the hallway.

"Damn you, Harry. You always have to be the hero." Draco went back a few steps and held up his wand. Harry nodded at him and gave a half-smile as Draco chose to hit him with the jelly legs jinx. His legs collapsed from under him and he hit the ground hard. Draco paled but he tightened his jaw with resolve, not breaking eye contact with Harry he called out loudly "Hey Professor! I've got one..."

*****

Harry wearily climbed into his bed. After he had finally made it back to the common room he had been assaulted by Ron and Hermione and all the Gryffindor DA members. Relaying what had happened over and over again had been exhausting and he finally had begged to be able to go up to his room. He climbed into his bed and pulled the curtains shut. He stayed there, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain on the windowpane and fell into a deep sleep.

As morning broke, Harry headed down into the common room and that was when he saw Draco pacing back and forth.

"Thank, Merlin!" Draco ran up to Harry and hugged him tightly, and Harry stumbled back a little in surprise. "Are you okay?"

Harry smiled in the hug, "Yes, I'm fine," he says and gives the Slytherin's ear a little kiss. "I got really lucky but I'm fine."

"Fine doesn't cut it, Harry," Draco nuzzled Harry on the neck. "I was really worried. What happened? Umbridge was furious."

Harry leaned out of the hug just far enough so he could kiss Draco. "Let's sit down, and I'll tell you what happened." Draco nodded and walked to one of the maroon red armchairs by the fireplace, Harry joined him and sat on the Slytherin's lap. Harry, as succinctly as he could, described what had happened in Dumbledore's office.

"So, he just vanished?" Draco asked in disbelief. How can someone just vanish? Nobody can apparate in or out of Hogwarts.

Harry nodded. "Him and Fawkes, just gone," he tells him. He didn't believe it either, but he was there. It was intriguing how the professor just vanished though, he wondered how that sort of magic can be done.

"No wonder Umbridge is so upset," said Draco, his hands moving around Harry's waist and he planted a kiss on Harry's neck. "And you got off with impunity?"

Harry shrugged and nodded, "There wasn't anything she could do, but it is just a matter of time until she tries to catch me on something."

Draco looked at the Gryffindor sitting on his lap, green eyes met with his own silver ones. "Don't tell me you are going to have more meetings," he said in disbelief, not thinking Harry would be that stupid. "You can't."

Harry shook his head sadly, "No, the D.A. is officially dead. No way we are going to risk it again. I forgot, thank you for the Patronus, between you and Dobby we got the message." He tilted his head and asked curiously, "How did you get it to talk?"

"What do you mean?" Draco asked absentmindedly, getting back to kissing Harry's neck.

"Your Patronus, it gave me your message," Harry said and pressed into Draco's kisses. He's always tried to get his own Patronus to speak but has had no luck.

"It what? It spoke?" Draco asked, his eyes wide in disbelief. How can a Patronus speak?

"You didn't do anything differently?" asked Harry curiously, turning his head to the side to look into silver eyes.

"No," Draco replies, staring deeply into green eyes. He doesn't remember doing anything different when casting it. "I just sent it on its way, but I was thinking that I had to warn you that she was coming."

"Well, it worked," said Harry. "Your ferret said out loud 'She's coming'. It was your voice, but there was so much confusion in the room that I don't think anyone recognized it."

Draco pushed Harry gently up off him and he got up from the chair. "I think we need to have a little celebration for your narrow escape," with a smile Draco reached for Harry's robes and slowly started to unbutton them while pushing the Gryffindor down onto the chair and kneeled down in front of him.

Harry bit his lip, wanting this more than anything. "Draco... we are in the common room," he had to warn him and he bucked his thighs up in want. "I don't want to be watched by every Gryffindor when they come in."

Draco smirked at that thought and kissed Harry's trousers in that one spot he wants to give love to. "Your dormitory room then?" he whispered against the material of Harry's trousers.

"Sure," said Harry quietly. He was excited, his entire body was excited. "Now, get off me."

Draco sighed but pulled himself away from the couch, dragging Harry up to the 5th year's boy's dormitory. As they entered, Draco kissed Harry. The kiss is soft and hesitant at first. There's a soft noise--a gasp, a sigh--and Harry realized it came from himself. For a moment embarrassment wells up in him, and then Draco's kissing him, hard and eager, his teeth rough on Harry's lip, his tongue licking away the sting. And then Draco pulls Harry to Harry's bed, shoving him down onto the pillows, legs spread over the small mattress. Harry stared up at Draco with hunger and need, while the Slytherin crawls on top of him with the same need and hunger.

Ron and Dean watch the two in amusement on their own beds, not knowing if they should head out of the room or just close the curtains around the two boys.

Harry leans in, opening his mouth to Draco's, letting Draco's tongue curl around his, Draco's arm around his back. Soft and careful and heated, and he gives himself into the kiss, lets himself be taken by Draco, his hands digging into Draco's arms.

"Fuck," Harry says, tearing his mouth away. He's panting, his body pressed against Draco's, his obvious erection against Draco's belly, but he can feel Draco's own hard length firm and insistent against his hip.

Ron stops himself from snorting, he looks over at Dean, pointing to the door to ask non-verbally if they should head out.

Dean shrugs and leans back on his bed, lifting The Quibbler up to his face to continue reading.

Ron bites his lip and closes the curtains shut on his bed that faced Harry's bed, so he could only see Dean and the window next to his 4-poster.

Draco's mouth is swollen and wet, and Harry wants to suck that lovely bottom lip between his teeth again.

Harry's breathing hard, his hands already sliding up the back of Draco's jumper. He groans as Draco's hands curve around his arse, lifting him up, and he wraps his legs around Draco's hips.

Draco sucks on the curve of Harry's throat, he shifts, his prick rubbing against Harry's.

And then Draco has his hand up beneath Harry's jumper, fingernails scratching across Harry's nipple. Harry hisses and writhes against Draco, the heels of his trainers hitting Draco's firm arse.

God, you're so fucking hot," Draco mumbles against Harry's skin, and Harry can't breathe. Draco's tugging at Harry's trousers and sliding his hands into his pockets to rub his dripping cock. Merlin, but Harry's harder than he thinks he's ever been, and his brain can barely function. Everything Draco does feels so good. He just wants to allow him to do anything he pleases.

Draco kisses him, slow and long and filthy, rutting his swollen prick against Harry's hip. Harry's hands go down to Draco's hips, fingers tight in the twill of Draco's trousers. Draco strews featherlight kisses across Harry's jaw. "Merlin, you're so fucking beautiful, Harry. You have no idea."

Harry smiles but doesn't open his eyes. "I rather think I should be telling you that."

And Draco pulls away, slowly. Harry's eyes flutter open; he starts to protest, but then Draco's pulling his jumper over his head, throwing it down onto the dorm room floor. Harry just stares at the Slytherin's body, so perfect. Strong and solid, his pale shoulders wide, his nipples hard and pink, his stomach flat. Draco takes Harry's hand, presses his palm against his skin.

"Please," Draco says, and Harry shakes, letting his fingers drift across Draco's warm, soft skin.

"You're so pretty," Harry whispers, and his fingers graze the cut of Draco's hipbones, sharp above the waistband of his trousers. "It's so unfair."

And then Draco smiles, reaching for the hem of Harry's jumper. Harry almost doesn't want Draco to pull it off, to see how lean and lanky Harry is, even if Draco has seen his body loads of times. But Harry doesn't stop him. Doesn't keep Draco from pulling it up, jumper and t-shirt as well, tugging them both over Harry's head.

Draco stops, the jumper still clutched in his fingers, and Harry knows Draco sees the day-old fresh new cuts on his wrist. He meets Draco's gaze.

They touch each other in long, slow, exploratory strokes. Harry lets Draco unbuckle his belt, open his trousers. He nearly comes from the pressure of Draco's hand on his prick through the fabric of his clothes, his pants.

"Harry," Draco says, almost reverently, and he down at Harry. "I want to feel...."

Harry just nods.

And then Draco's on his knees, pulling off the rest of his clothes, and Harry pushes down his trousers and pants, kicks his shoes to the side of the bed, toes off his socks, and they're naked and it's only skin-on-skin, their bodies pressed together in Harry's narrow bed.

Harry's struggling for breath now. Draco's fingertips ghost over his stomach, causing it to shiver, and Harry gasps at the touch.

"Have any lube?" Draco asked in a whisper, pressing light kisses on Harry's neck.

"Bedside table," Harry says. "Top drawer."

Draco grabs for his wand in his pants, muttering an "Accio Lube". The top drawer of Harry's bedside table opens up, the bottle of lube flew out and into Draco's hand. Draco smirked and with a flick of his wand, the curtains around Harry's bed closed shut. They should have been shut when he was undressing. Luckily enough, nobody was looking.

"Silencing charms?" Harry asked, his voice quiet.

Draco shook his head. "Let them suffer."

Harry chuckled. They kiss again, long, and slow, and then Draco says, "Roll over."

Harry lies on his stomach whilst Draco spreads lube over his fingers. Harry's quivering with anticipation.

Draco's fingers are cool, slick, and delightful. Harry squirms as Draco pets his arsehole, fingertips sliding across the soft furl of puckered skin. Harry buries his face in his forearm. It feels wonderful, spreading his body wide for Draco. And at the same time, he wants it so much.

Draco's finger enters his body, and Harry comes apart, gasping with the sensation, arching up into it. His heart's pounding, his legs tremble. "Oh," Harry says. Draco's careful--too careful, really--but Harry's entranced by the fullness of it, the feeling of Draco, here, with him, in his body. He rolls his hips. "Oh," he says again, and he hears Draco laugh softly.

"Just wait, you impatient beautiful lion," Draco says. He twists his finger deeper.

Harry spreads his arms out above him, pressing his face into the mattress, and Draco works another finger into him.

Harry pushes back against it. The stretch burns a little, even if he and Draco had done this many times before. But he likes it too. His body adjusts to the feel of Draco's fingers deep inside of him.

Draco withdrew his fingers carefully. Harry misses the warmth of them, the stretch of his arsehole around their thickness.

Draco has his hand on Harry's arse, fingers making small circles across his skin, thumb stroking along the top of Harry's crease.

Draco pushes Harry forward again, positions his hips up. Harry's body tenses as Draco's mouth is over his arse, and then Draco's tongue is swirling over Harry's hole, pressing inside the ring of muscle a little.

It feels incredible.

Harry moans, low and raw. His body is wracked with shivers. Harry's cocks his thighs wider, pushes back against Draco's face, lowers his head to the mattress. His legs tremble: the head of his prick drags across the coverlet, already wet and aching.

Ron looks up at Dean, who stared back at him with a chuckle. He lies down on his bed and folds his pillow over his ears.

"Merlin," Harry breathes out, and Draco sucks at him, the tip of his tongue pressing deeper, curling inside Harry's hole, and Harry could spend hours like this, being slowly opened by Draco's mouth, feeling the slickness of Draco's tongue as it fucks him, goes deep inside of him, Draco's teeth scraping lightly across Harry's skin.

Harry twists his fingers in the coverlet, trying so hard to hold off. He groans, flinches when one of Draco's teeth scrapes his hole, but the pain goes away as Draco's tongue drags across the puckered skin, making Harry's whole body shake.

Draco pulls his lips away and he's breathing heavily now. "Merlin. How you feel." His hands are on Harry's arse cheeks, holding them open, pressing them wide, and Harry doesn't care that Draco's just watching him, seeing Harry's hole flutter the way Harry can feel it does. "You're incredible, Harry."

"Stop flattering me, Draco." Harry looks back at him and his laugh catches at the sight of Draco's wide eyes and swollen mouth. He looks gorgeous. Brilliant. Harry swallows. "And fuck me properly," he says, but his voice is low and raw, filled with the need Harry doesn't bother to hide.

"Your wish is my command," Draco says. He's reaching for the lube, pouring it into his hand, then stroking his prick once, twice, before smearing the remnants around Harry's hole, into it, fingers dipping deep inside again.

Harry groans. "Draco--"

"Patience." Draco shifts, and Harry can feel the mattress dip beneath Draco's knees. Draco has a hand on Harry's hip, light but firm.

The tip of Draco's cock presses against Harry's arse. Harry relaxes, he feels Draco moving, gently waiting, then pushing. Merlin, but Draco's cock feels bloody amazing. It always is.

"Okay so far?" Draco asks on a ragged gasp. His fingers dig into Harry's hipbone, and Harry can tell Draco's holding himself back.

Harry breathes, opening his body around Draco's prick. It hurts a little, but it's not unbearable. He can feel his own cock soften a bit, but it doesn't go down. Not really. "Yeah. Okay so far."

Draco presses a bit further, and Harry's body clenches around the intrusion. A jolt of pain goes through him. "Wait," Harry says, wincing, and Draco stills immediately.

Harry takes a few breaths. The head of his prick is dripping, but his arse still feels tight. They're already in it, after all, and he wants Draco to fuck him. Hard. He feels his body start to relax once more. "Okay, you can move again."

Draco shifts, slicking with a bit more lube, pulls back just a little, then pushes. He slides much further this time. Harry feels a deep twinge inside his body. "Wow," Draco says.

"Yeah," Harry's relaxing now, willing his body to let this happen. "Keep going."

Draco puts both of his hands on Harry's hips, and the springs of the mattress creak as he pushes again, forward, deeper. Harry tries to spread his body wider for Draco, tries to let him in further.

Something releases and then Draco slides all the way in, quickly, and it knocks the breath out of Harry. He gasps, body quivering. "Fuck," Harry says. "Oh, fuck."

Draco is over him, reaching to touch Harry's slick prick. Harry keens as Draco strokes him, and his cock firms up, strains against Draco's touch. Circe, but his body is getting used to this, even as he's still shaking with the intensity and the strangeness of it.

"Hey," Draco says in Harry's ear, and Harry can feel the soft, warm huff of Draco's voice against his skin. "I'm going to sit back and pull you with me. You might like this better. Okay?"

Harry just nods again, incapable of saying anything.

Still attached, slotted deeply within Harry, Draco sits back on his heels and pulls Harry with him. Harry groans, feeling the shift of Draco's prick deep inside of him. Draco holds him close, helps Harry find his balance, his thighs on either side of Draco's. "That's it," Draco says softly. "Merlin, Harry. You're doing so good."

Harry leans back against Draco, arches back, his arms going backwards around Draco's neck. He lets Draco stroke his chest and praises him, tell him how brilliant he is, how amazing he feels around Draco's prick. It feels like it's been hours that they've been doing this, but it's only been a couple of minutes. The strangeness is shifting into pleasure, and when Draco circles his hips, his cock pressing further into Harry's body, Harry moans with the deep, satisfying ache of it. "Merlin, Draco. Again."

Harry smiles, leans his head back, seats himself more solidly on Draco's cock. He kisses Draco's jaw, bites the soft skin just below.

And Draco smiles back, his hand going to Harry's slick, aching cock, pulling, his hips bouncing, pushing Harry up on his knees, then letting him slam back along Draco's prick. Harry can feel the slap of Draco's balls against his arse, the press of Draco's other hand against his chest, holding him as Harry arches back against Draco's body. Harry's hands are pressed backwards, slipping over Draco's shoulders, holding on tight as Draco gasps against Harry's ear.

"Merlin, Harry," Draco says, his mouth brushing against Harry's earlobe, his nose pressed into Harry's hair. "I want to fuck you, make you come," He moans, pushes his hips forward. He bites Harry's throat, his tongue licking away the sting. His fingers are flying across Harry's prick, pulling at his foreskin, his thumb smoothing across Harry's slit, pressing into it the way Harry loves. "Fuck, you're mine--"

"Yes," Harry breathes out, as the bed shifts and moves with their weight, and Harry feels like he's floating, lighter than air like he's flying with Draco, moving in tandem, and it's so sweet he doesn't want it to end. Except he wants to come, desperately.

Draco rocks him, bouncing harder on his knees, and as he thrusts harder, Harry sees stars. His prick is rock hard, and Draco keeps striking these delicious spots inside him. "Fuck. Yes. Just like that. There. There. Fuck, yes. There!"

On the last thrust, Harry whimpers as his body begins to clench, and then he spills over Draco's fist, his arse spasming around Draco's mercilessly hard length. It's a vicious, intense, brutally satisfying orgasm, and Harry's body is wrecked with pleasure.

Draco pushes Harry forward to lie on his stomach, Harry's arse twitching with pleasure. Draco grunts, and then he comes inside of Harry in long pulses. Harry moans, feeling Draco fill him up from the inside. "Thank you for the celebration fun, my love," Harry says from the duvet where his face is pressed.

Draco smiles and pulls out, leaned down and kissed Harry's shoulder. He could do that again. "You're welcome, my Darling."

Dean and Ron sighed in relief, glad this was all over and that there were no moans heard on the other side of the room.

"I love you, Draco," Harry says slowly. He stretches, flexing his arse.

"I love you too, Harry," Draco drapes himself over Harry. They shift, finding a comfortable position in the narrow bed, pressed up against each other. Harry's sated and warm, glowing from his orgasm and amazed at what they have just done.

Harry pulled Draco's hand over his body, twining their fingers together. They lie there quietly for a long moment, Draco's thumb tracing small circles across Harry's knuckles.

And then Seamus walks in; he stops as he sees the closed curtains around Harry's bed. He looked over at Dean and Ron. He curiously walked over to the bed which the drapes were closed. "No!" Dean hissed at his boyfriend. But it was too late, Seamus opened the drapes and stared wide-eyed at the sight before him.

Draco jumped in shock and covered himself and Harry up to their chests with the bedsheets, hoping the Irish Gryffindor didn't see anything he should not have.

Harry just gulped and flushed, wondering if they were not the only ones in the room and who heard him and Draco.

"Sorry," Seamus said awkwardly. He took a few steps back, removing his hands from the drapes which fell back into place, closing the boys in. Luckily to the Slytherin, Seamus only saw his back and half of his arse, but nothing else.

"You better be," Draco whispered in irritation at the drapes.

Harry looked at his Slytherin boyfriend and kissed his cheek; Draco simply calmed down from the loving gesture and looked at Harry. The Slytherin raised his hand to caress Harry's jawline and kissed him.

"Head to breakfast?" Harry asked quietly, nibbling on the Slytherin's bottom lip. He was a little hungry now.

"I thought I was your breakfast," Draco caressed Harry's warm flushed cheeks with a smirk.

Harry laughed at the Slytherin. "You kind of are, but I am a little hungry for actual food," he had to tell him what he actually wants. Food that will fill him up.

"Oh, all right," Draco said with a tired smile. He reached down, his head moving the drapes forward as he tried to find his and Harry's clothing.

Ron smirked as he saw Draco trying to find his clothes, which were nowhere near him. He walked over to the other side of the bed, picked up both boy's clothes and walked around the other side of Harry's bed to give to Draco.

Draco saw the hand with Harry's and his clothes and snatched them away from the hand, "Thanks, whoever that is."

"No bloody problem," Ron said in a hushed voice, making his way out of the dormitory to breakfast to leave the two to get dressed. Dean put his magazine down on his pillow, grabbed Seamus by the hand and quickly followed Ron out of the dormitory.

Harry really didn't want to get dressed, he just wanted to lie naked with his boyfriend for hours. But sadly, he knew he had classes to go to. After dressing and cleaning themselves up with cleaning charms, they headed down to the common room only to find a lot of people surrounding the Gryffindor noticeboard. They walked up to the group and read the newest notice.

"Umbridge is now the Headmistress of Hogwarts!?" said Ron in disbelief.

"Merlin..." Draco said quietly. He swallowed as he knew what it also means.

"Umm... Draco?" said Harry, now noticing the new badge on his boyfriend's robes with the letter 'I' on it. when the Slytherin hesitantly looked at him, he pointed to the badge. "I didn't recognize that badge from this morning... What does it mean?"

Draco intertwined hands with Harry and frowned when looking deep into green orbs. "This badge represents the members of the Inquisitorial Squad which is a group Umbridge selected that support the Ministry. But rest assured, I do not support them. We also maybe, possibly can dock and add points."

Ron turned away from the notice board and looked at the Slytherin suspiciously. "You better not use this against us, Draco..."

Draco cut him off with a serious face, "Why the sodding hell would I? I might be on this squad, but it doesn't actually mean I will follow its rules besides the actual decent rules like not to misbehave, jinx students, et cetera."

Harry made an "mmm" noise in amusement and wrapped his arms around Draco tightly. He leaned his head closer to the Slytherin until his lips were inches away from his own. "My boyfriend's a rule breaker. That's so hot... and sexy," he whispered to the Slytherin with a smile.

"Harry," Ron said with a shake of his head. From the moans he heard this morning, he doesn't want to hear about these weird compliments about Draco.

Draco ignored Ron and smiled at Harry's lips which were inches away from his. But he leaned forward towards Harry's ears and whispered, "I'd like to give Harry Potter five points for making it out of Dumbledore's office alive, Five points for giving yourself to me in bed, another five for letting me undress you, five for letting me feel your naked body and ten for the amazing sex we had."

Harry blushed from what Draco had said and done. Surely, he can't actually do that, right? If he could, he hoped nobody heard him or that one of the professors can find out what he gave Harry points for.

Ron just stared at the Slytherin in utter surprise but finalized with a sneer. Can Draco do that? He wondered if Blaise was on this squad thing... Maybe he can add on more points...

Draco leaned away from Harry's ear and looked at him with a smirk. "Shall we head down to breakfast now?"

"But you just had your breakfast," Harry whispered with a flutter of his eyelashes. He had no idea why he said that but the sneer on Ron's face directed at both him and Draco just cracked him up on the inside.

Draco kept the smirk on his face at that comment. He liked where this conversation was going but he actually was hungry for something filling. "Well yes, but I'd like a nice hot bowl of porridge."

"I'm feeling rather jealous of the porridge now," said Harry with a small pout. He doesn't even know how he's hiding the laughter deep inside of him. Draco let out a soft laugh and took Harry out of the common room and down to the Great Hall.

*****

Harry took a deep breath and pushed open the door to Snape's office. Each session with Snape had gone worse than the one before. It was becoming harder and harder to block him out. The last few sessions Snape had found memories of Draco and had sneered at Harry's attempt to block him. "Merlin, Potter... Please block those memories out, I do not intend to perceive them."

The worse thing about the Occlumency lessons was that rather than making his nightmares end he seemed to be getting worse rather than better. The dreams of the hallway, the doorway, and worse even Voldemort's conversations were becoming a nightly experience.

Snape was standing by his desk waiting for Harry as he entered the room. He scarcely had time to set down his books before the Potions master has lifted his wand and spat out "Ready, Potter? Leglimens!"

Harry felt the thoughts flying forward, He was so exhausted by the events of the day before that he knew he would have a hard time shielding his thoughts of Draco. He fought desperately to suppress them, to push other memories forward but he could feel Snape's relentless search.

Unwillingly, the image of Draco and his last time together entered the whirlpool of thoughts and he tried to pull it back to send the Protego shield to stop Snape. But there was a flood of images racing through his thoughts, They were stretched out on Harry's bed in the dormitory, legs intertwined. Draco sitting up and pulling off his own jumper and shirt. Draco reaching and slowly unbuttoning Harry's. Harry hastily pulling it off and throwing it on the floor. Harry shouted to try and stop the memories and it was with a gasp of relief that Harry suddenly realized that Snape had ended the Legilimens spell before the memory had gone any farther. The relief ended as soon as he opened his eyes and saw the fury on Snape's face.

A blow hit him across the face, and he fell to the ground. Stunned he looked up at Snape looming above him. "Potter... You forgot to block!" Snape shouted down at him; Harry scuttled backwards afraid that Snape would kick him.

"Sorry," Harry shakily touched his hand to his cheek that was burning from Snape's blow.

Snape sighed and shook his head. "No... I should be apologizing." Harry looked at him in disbelief, seeing the stress in the man's face. "You're teenagers. I ought to have comprehended I could gaze that deep into your mind. So, I apologize for shouting and perceiving those memories that I know you'd like to retain for yourself."

Harry wanted to burst out laughing. Snape apologizing? Now, this has got to be a dream. But he just smiled at the man and said, "It is okay, Professor. You're just trying to help me with the whole V- He-who-shall-not-be-named- fiasco."

"Yes." Snape just stood there, staring blankly at the ground. But then he looked up at Harry,

"We haven't organized an appointment in an extended time, Potter," he reminded him. "How about now? I may as well get Draco if you'd like."

Harry blinked. His Potions Professor had just gone from the scary dungeon bat he was to a calm and almost fatherly figure. "Sure," Harry did not know what else to say. It was nice of Snape to do this; the only time Harry knew that Snape was ever nice to him was in the therapy appointments.

Snape swept out of his office. Harry sighed and looked around the office, his eyes fell on the Pensieve. Harry was curious about what Snape had kept in the Pensieve, but he didn't want to snoop and possibly look into something he shouldn't do. Merlin, save him if he ever saw something rather disturbing.

But he was still curious. Without hesitating, Harry went over to the Pensieve and leaned over the basin, submerging his face. What he saw made him regret the impulse to intrude into Snape's most secret memories. As he watches his father torment Snape he became so lost in the memory that he forgot about Snape's imminent return until he felt something grab him and he looked over to see the furious visage of an adult Snape standing next to him. "Having fun?" Snape snarled as he gripped Harry's arm harder. Harry felt his entire body being shaken as he was flung back into the present. Landing on the floor he looked up to see Snape's enraged face and Draco's confused one staring down at him.

"How dare you?" Snape yelled at him, "Did you like what you saw? Did you see the truth of what kind of man your father truly was?"

Harry scrambled to his feet and away from Snape, he stood next to Draco. Neither of them dared to look at each other or Snape.

His voice was like ice raining down on them. "I hope you're happy, Potter. Get out of here, I have no time for fools."

Harry and Draco hastily made for the door, just as Harry put his hand on the door, he heard Snape's voice call out. "Potter. You will speak to no one about what you saw here tonight. Not even him. You will never come here again. I am through with attempting to help you." Harry looked back briefly to see Snape standing by his desk, with a quick nod he slipped through the door behind Draco. As the door closed, he could hear the sound of a jar breaking against it.

Draco looked at him, they both instinctively reached out to hold hands. Draco reached out and ran his hair through Harry's hair. "Let's go to the Slytherin dormitory." Harry nodded and they turned to head down the corridor.

They headed down to the Slytherin Dungeons, through the secret entrance after saying the password and to the 5th year boy's dormitory. As they entered, all but two beds had closed drapes around them. Draco's and Blaise's

Blaise looked up from his book and smiled at the two.

Harry smiled back at the other Slytherin as Draco enveloped him in his arms. They stood there for a long time, just enjoying the quiet and lost in their own thoughts. The coolness of the room and the steady feel of Draco's chest rising and falling against his own worked to calm Harry's racing thoughts and ease the tension in his muscles.

Finally, Draco stepped away and looked at Harry, "What happened? When he came to fetch me, he looked shocked out of his mind."

Harry gave a soft laugh, "He saw a memory from yesterday morning."

Draco groaned, "You mean..."

"Yeah, from yesterday..." Harry paused as a memory kept appearing in his head. It was of his Uncle slapping him. "He wasn't pleased when seeing the memory." Harry reached up and put his hand on his cheek where Snape had hit him. "Definitely not pleased."

"What was in the Pensieve?" Draco asked idly, as he laid his own hand over Harry's. "His own thoughts, I take it."

Harry hesitated. He still hadn't had a thought to think about the memories he had seen of Snape and his own father interacting when they were in school. Of his own father bullying Snape. "I can't say, I mean. There is a reason why he put them in the Pensieve. I don't think I should—"

Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry to stop him from saying anything, "It is okay. Do not tell me. I don't want to know. It's been a pretty traumatic couple of days, can't wait to see what tomorrow brings." Harry nodded wearily and laid down on the bed, Draco stretched out next to him and put his arms around Harry. The black-haired wizard's eyelids fluttered shut and he was asleep before Draco pulled the blanket over them. Draco silently stroked Harry's dark hair and stared up at the ceiling of the 4-poster.

They woke up to the sound of yawns and shuffling from outside of Draco's closed 4-poster bed. Harry yawned and lifted himself up with his elbows and stared with a smile at the blonde Slytherin next to him. He always sleeps well when with Draco. "Morning gorgeous."

Draco smiled and kissed him, "Good morning, beautiful." He hesitated and remembered last night and what went down. "Are you all right?"

"About Snape, and all?" Harry nodded. The thing with Snape was alright, just not his emotional state. But he felt a little good today. "Yeah, I guess."

"Well, fortunately with Easter hols coming up we don't have to worry about seeing him for another week," Draco reminded him of the next holiday coming closer. "Give him time to cool down." Draco drew back the drapes on his 4-poster with a flick of his wand so the light could flood through. He hopped out of bed with a small yawn, eyeing the other beds and knew the others had either already gone down to shower or they're in the common room.

Harry looked at Draco who was fidgeting with his robes. "About Easter... do you have to go home?" He asked hesitantly. He didn't want Draco going back to Malfoy Manor in case Voldemort was there. "Can't you stay here? Most fifth years are staying to study for the O.W.L.s"

"I have to," Draco looked down at Harry with a smile. "My mother. I need to make sure she's okay."

"Can't she leave?" Harry had asked. "What if she met you in London? Or perhaps you could stay at one of your other manor's? I'm sure the Weasley's would love to have you and Narcissa over again, they wouldn't mind at all. They love the company."

"We could try," Draco said with a shrug. It'd be nice to stay at the Venice manor again or go to the Weasleys. He does admit, he has grown quite fond of them. "But as if my father would ever let her leave his sight because of he-who-should-be-dead is roaming the United Kingdom."

"But can't you ask for help?" Harry asked quietly. He was sure many people would like to help Draco and his mother. Would McGonagall help them? He doesn't know...

"From whom? Snape? Dumbledore?" asked Draco. He doesn't know many other people who would be willing to help him. "Snape isn't going to lift a finger to help us now and Dumbledore is gone. Even if I could, my mother would refuse."

"What if they don't let you come back?" Harry asked sadly. He'd hate to not be able to see Draco again. "Or try to do something? If Voldemort is seeing as much into my head as I am his..."

"We don't know that, not for sure," Draco said, his tone was soft but serious. He sure hoped Volde-fucking-mort can't see that deep into Harry's mind. "And besides, what is the worst they can do to me?" He shrugged. "Father wouldn't let anyone else have a go at us."

"What about your aunt and her husband?" Harry asked quietly, knowing how evil Bellatrix and her husband is. They're like the Joker and Harley Quinn but the roles are reversed. "They are family and... evil. I saw what they did to Neville's parents."

Draco ran a hand through his hair, "What am I supposed to do?" he asks him. "What would you do? If your mother was trapped in a house with a bunch of power-hungry wizards? Would you send her an owl and tell her you weren't coming home anymore? I don't think so."

Harry wanted to lie and say that he wouldn't do it but knew that Draco wouldn't believe him even if he said it. "Okay, I won't say anything more about you not going home. But just be careful and stay out of the way. And let's think of a way to try and convince her to leave. Perhaps if I can talk to her."

Draco shook his head. He honestly has tried but she just won't leave the manor. "I've tried, Harry, I have," he assures him. "She is too scared, and it's been too long. I don't think she'll ever go and if she doesn't then I don't. I am all she has; I'm not going to abandon her."

Harry shuddered at the thought of what the worst Voldemort and his Death Eaters could come up with. "Well, owl me if you can. Or send a Patronus."

"And, what exactly would you do?" Draco looked at him in amused disbelief, "Storm the Manor? Stop worrying about it, Harry. I'll be fine."

Harry tried to smile but couldn't quite manage it. He hopped off the bed and put his arms around Draco. "Sorry, I ruined things with Snape again." Draco just shrugged. Harry pulled Draco's head towards his and slowly kissed him, taking his time to nibble on Draco's lower lip and jaw, "I'll be here when you get back. Just be sure you come back in one piece. Send me an owl if you can, okay?"

Draco groaned and pulled away from Harry, "Study hard while I'm gone so we have plenty of time to play when I get back."

"Alright," Harry caressed Draco's cheek with a smile at the word-play. "Let's just head down to breakfast, I want to spend the rest of the day with you until you have to leave."

Draco smirked and pulled off Harry's robe, chucking it on his bed. "Or, we could have a shower together before breakfast."

Harry kissed him again and intertwined hands with him. "I like the sound of that, let's not waste time."

Draco led Harry to the Slytherin boy's bathroom. They undressed; Draco cast the body wash spell in the shower which made the air smell like vanilla. Harry sighs from the lovely smell and launched himself at Draco, kissing him hard while rubbing against him in a slow motion.

Draco moaned and curled his fingers through Harry's black hair. But if this was going to be his last shower with the boy until he comes back, he wanted to feel him. He wanted Harry to fuck him hard, to fill him up with everything the Gryffindor had. He wanted to remember this day throughout the Easter holidays. "Harry," he whispered, sucking on the Gryffindor's bottom lip. "I want."

"You want?" Harry asked eagerly. Draco nodded. The Slytherin turned around so he faced the wall, leaned up against the shower wall supporting himself on one hand and bent over. He sucked on a finger and reached back and ran his fingers down the cleft of his own arse.

Harry made a pained noise in the back of his throat and took two quick steps forward.

Draco's slick fingers slid inside, and Harry watched, mesmerized. He had three fingers in before Harry had fully comprehended what was happening, and by then, he was nearly coming all over himself. It was beautiful; Draco was beautiful, and he too wanted this. He wanted to feel the blonde's beautiful hot arse on his dick, to hear those beautiful moans and grunts the Slytherin made and to fuck the blonde until he came inside him.

It felt weird, nothing like Harry's ever done to him in the past. He's never done this to himself before, but he'd do anything to turn Harry on. He pushed his fingers in and out of his warm entrance, but the Gryffindor crouched down below him and took his finger out, replacing the finger with his tongue and Draco just felt like coming already. He loses himself as the warm slippery tongue circled and press inside him, slow, careful but firm, opening and raking over neglected nerve endings that spark fiery trails under his skin. He inhales sharply and scrapes at the heated bathroom wall with sweat-damp fingers.

Harry pushed his tongue in deeper, curling it inside the Slytherin's entrance, knowing how to properly tease the blonde. His hands gripped onto Draco's thighs, holding him still as he feels him tremble above him.

Draco leaned back, feeling Harry's tongue sink deeper into himself. He moaned, "Harry-- Please, fill me--"

Harry slid his tongue out slowly but kissed the blonde's arse. He felt his erection harden from those words. They always turned him on. With a smile, he stood back up. "Lean further back, Draco. And spread your legs."

Draco did as he was told and arched his back. He gasped as he felt Harry's large dick up against his entrance and so he leaned back again, slowly pushing back but the head of the Gryffindor's dick wasn't even inside of him fully. He needed it to be though. "Merlin! Fuck me hard, Harry!"

Harry eased himself in Draco and began to move, gripping the Slytherin's thighs tightly while he slowly pushed himself in Draco. Slowly, but carefully the Gryffindor started to push in all the way, hearing these beautiful gasps and moans from the Slytherin underneath him. He could feel the tension in his gut building up, sending these pleasurable heatwaves through his groin and balls and he wanted to release them into the Slytherin. He needed to.

The blonde Slytherin moaned, curling his fingers against the shower wall as Harry pushed in again. He moved back onto Harry, helping the Gryffindor fuck him hard. He hissed and grabbed Harry's thigh at the sudden, but not an unexpected intrusion. "Love you," he grunted to the boy behind him. He managed a brief smile in return and squeezed his eyes shut to give himself some moments of adjustment.

Harry reached under the blonde and stroked his stomach. Draco opened his eyes and pushed himself back on Harry; Harry kept rocking into Draco rhythmically. Harry cupped Draco's balls and gave them a light squeeze and then moved on to start stroking Draco's straining erection. Harry's movements soon became erratic and he tried to hold onto himself just long enough to allow Draco to come first.

"Harry, darling, you feel so good," Draco panted. "I love you buried deep inside me."

Harry groaned at Draco's hushed words, his forceful movements were created a slick, slapping sound. "Fuck... Draco..." Harry bit out, gritting his teeth as he pumped Draco's dick insistently.

"Oh yes... Harry... yes... oh, fuck... oh, hm. YES! HARRY! Draco screamed as he arched his back and came so forcefully, he watched his come spit out onto the shower wall.

A few more thrusts sent Harry spiralling into his own orgasm, and he came with a desperate grunt into Draco, eventually stilling as he rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through his spent body.

Draco breathed and leaned back up with Harry still in him. He pushed the Gryffindor backwards down onto the clothes shelf where their clothes lay and sat on his lap. "Draco, what are you-" The Gryffindor's dick slammed back up inside him and he moaned again, leaning his head up against the wall.

"Merlin, Draco," Harry whispered, hugging the blonde around the stomach, and placed light kisses on the Slytherin's shoulders.

Draco smiled as Harry's prick is still up his arse and he savoured this moment. He even bounced a few times up and down on this glorious thick cock attached to the most beautiful man in the world that he's dating. Would it be weird if he wanted to empty Harry's balls of all the little sperms swimming around there all into his arse so he's dripping semen from his tight little hole? "I love you," he whispered, turning his head to the side to kiss the Gryffindor slowly.

"I love you too, Draco," Harry whispers back with a small grunt, the Slytherin still moving his arse up and down on his cock. "Shall we head to breakfast now?" He would like to have another round, but breakfast is calling for him.

Draco let out an "mmm" as he leaned his head on Harry's shoulder. He felt full, this was definitely what he needed if he was going back home alone. A nice hard shagging session. "Sure." He removed his body from Harry's softening dick and turned the showers off.

Harry dried himself and Draco with a drying charm, and spelled the wall clean because of the events that happened in this very shower stall. They both got dressed back into clean clothes and made their way down to breakfast.

"Dray! Harry!" Pansy called as she saw her fellow Slytherin friend and Gryffindor friend enter the Great Hall. "Over here!"

Draco and Harry sat down at the Slytherin table on the other side of Pansy. Draco bit his lip, biting down hard because of the slight pain in his arse as he sat on the hard seats. But it was all worth it.

"I know it's a little late to say this but, where's Ivy been?" Harry asked while looking up and down the Slytherin table for any sign of a familiar girl with black curly hair and blue eyes. He hasn't seen her at Hogwarts at all unless he's just been too distracted by Draco to even see her. But he doubts it. But then he's been quite distracted with the DA. Why didn't she join in?

"Last I heard she was at Lavender's," Pansy said while tearing a piece of toast up. She liked eating her toast in small pieces. "But I could be wrong because Lavender's here at Hogwarts. I honestly don't know where she is. She's 17 this year, and last year during September and October she had her trial so she couldn't come to Hogwarts. She should be at Hogwarts so she can finish her last year."

Harry nodded, he didn't know what else to say so he started pouring some cornflakes and milk into a bowl. He was starving but also didn't really feel like eating. He ate anyway, for Draco.

Draco intertwined his and Harry's hands together from under the table and kissed his cheek softly. It was a 'thank you' for the morning fun.

Harry looked at Draco and smiled because of the lingering kiss on his cheek. He kissed him lovingly while cupping the blonde's cheek.

Draco wanted to protest to the kiss as he knew where Harry's tongue had gone up but didn't mind as he enjoyed any type of kiss from this beautiful bloke beside him. Oh, Merlin. How long could he last without having Harry around? Oh, he reckons he will last. It's only a week anyway. "Draco?" said a distant voice, but the blonde Slytherin really couldn't hear it as he was too deep in thought. But, what about Harry? What if he needs him for some reason? What if he really needs him and to help fight the urges? Just like last holidays, Harry could only last a week before... his suicide. But, of course, he was at those abusive muggles house. "Draco?" Oh, he hoped that Ron and Hermione will do their best in helping Harry. And hopefully, they'll help him.

"Draco!" Pansy snapped, hitting the blonde boy's wrist with her Witch Weekly magazine to get his attention.

"What?" Draco asked absentmindedly and rubbed his wrist from the slight assault. He hoped he wasn't worrying too much about Harry. He grabbed a piece of toast and started buttering and spread some lemon jam on it.

"You must have been really deep in thought," Pansy said a little worriedly. Even Blaise has become a little distant from everyone. "Anything you need to share?"

Draco just shook his head and bit into his toast. There's nothing important to his best friend that concerns her. Only Harry's best friends. "No. I just need to talk to Ron and Hermione about something."

"Why?" Pansy asked curiously. If her girlfriend, Hermione, is involved then she must be involved also. Harry even grew curious. What did Draco need to talk to Ron and Hermione about?

"Urgent matters, Pans," Draco replied while leaning his head on Harry's shoulder and Harry turned his head towards him and kissed Draco's forehead. The blonde Slytherin smiled and asked, "Think you can cat-call your girlfriend or whatever you lesbians do to call your girlfriends over?"

Pansy huffed and left the table to go and fetch Hermione.

Harry swirled his spoon in the milk of his cereal with a low whistle. "Nice one, Hun," he said, a little unimpressed. It was a little funny with the 'cat-call thing but he also knew it was a little rude.

"What?" Draco lightly shrugged and kissed Harry's cheek while dropping his toast on the plate and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. "I do need to talk to them about a matter that's dearest to me."

"And what exactly is this dearest matter?" Harry asked curiously, reaching his hand up and playing with one of the blonde hairs on Draco's forehead. It's so amusing! The hairs just bounce back in place.

Draco sighed deeply. How didn't Harry pick up what he meant? "You, Harry," he whispered into his ear. "I'll be literally worrying about you every hour of every day. Can you promise to stick with your friends all week? Try not to hurt yourself, please. But even if you do, I understand as I know it's hard to fight the urge."

Harry smiled and placed a hand over the Slytherin's cheek. He doesn't know how good he will be at this promise, but he will try his best to not harm himself and to stick with Hermione and Ron at all times. "I love you, Draco, and I hope you will remember that. I promise to stick with Hermione and Ron throughout the week and I'll try not to harm myself either."

Draco placed his hand over Harry's, moved Harry's hand towards his mouth and kissed the knuckles. "I love you too, Harry, and I appreciate that you'll at least try when the holidays start." Harry leaned in and kissed him slowly.

"Ahem!" Pansy interrupted with a grin. Serves Draco right for being so rude.

Harry broke out of the kiss and looked up at the two. "Ye-?" Draco grabbed Harry's chin and kissed him. Harry slowly smiled into the kiss but ended it as Pansy obviously wanted to talk to them.

Pansy smiled at Harry but glared at Draco, and she scowls, "I've told Ron and Hermione that you'd like to talk to them."

"Thanks, Pansy!" Draco said with appreciation. He removed his head from Harry's shoulder and looked at him. "Ready to head down to the train?"

Pansy smiled, left the two boys at the table, and strolled out of the Great Hall to find her girlfriend.

Harry nodded sadly, wishing he could go with Draco over the Easter holidays. He'd love to see Narcissa again since he knows by her letters that she's doing well. He'd even like to see Mr Malfoy too, that is if he's not with Voldemort.

"Hey," Draco said softly and squeezed Harry's hand firmly. He noticed the sadness in his boyfriend's eyes. "I'll be back, don't you worry."

"I know, Draco," Harry said with a small frown while he looked down at the table. He knew his cornflakes were getting a little cold. "It's just... A week. It'll be a long week without you."

Draco caressed Harry's cheek with his thumb, and Harry looked back up at him. "C'mon... I know the train doesn't leave until ten, but I want to get down there early so I can say my goodbyes to you." Harry then nods.

They exited the Great Hall and headed down towards where the carriages were, spotting Hermione, Ron, Pansy and Blaise already there next to a few trees. Harry smiled at the snogging couples until he watched Draco walk over to Ron and Hermione, and leading them to a tree to sit down at.

"So," Ron sounded awkward, knowing what happened a couple of weeks ago in the dorm room. He tried to forget about that morning. "Why did you want to talk to us?"

"It's about Harry," Draco said earnestly while looking over at Harry talking to Blaise. Blaise looked a little scared, but his mask kept concealing his true emotions from Harry every now and then. That was quite odd to him.

That made both Hermione and Ron look over at their Gryffindor friend in concern. "What about him?" Hermione asked and looked back at the blonde Slytherin curiously.

"Can you two watch over him for me, please?" Draco asked them softly. "Never take him out of your sight. I asked him if he could try to fight the urge and come to you guys if he feels like harming himself. I know that is a pretty big thing to ask, but as long as I know he's safe... Think you can do that for me?"

"We're always here for Harry," Ron assured the Slytherin with a smile. And because of Harry's state, he knows to always look out for him. "He's our best mate." Hermione nodded truly at him.

"Thank you," Draco responded with a small smile, and felt the urge to just hug the two but stopped himself from doing such a thing. He felt relieved that Harry has such great friends. "Really! I don't know how Harry can go - even without me - an entire week."

Ron looked up at the pathway leading back up towards the castle, seeing students in the distance walking down towards them. "You better say your goodbye's to Harry now, Draco. Everyone's coming."

Draco sighed, seeing the many students who are not staying at Hogwarts over the holidays walk towards them. He left the two Gryffindor's and made his way towards Harry, grabbing Harry's hand, pulling him away from Blaise and into a long and deep kiss.

Harry smiled into the kiss and felt the sting of tears well up in his eyes. He swallowed hard, feeling a ball of pain in his throat that he wants to get rid of. He pulled out of the kiss slightly, looking deeply into silver irises and embraced the Slytherin in another hug.

Hermione sighed in awe at her friend and giggled. Pansy, who stood next to Hermione, started sobbing a little and after a few seconds, Hermione started sobbing too. Blaise sighed while placing a hand to his heart at the two sobbing people. It was beautiful and melancholy at the same time.

Draco smiled and leaned out of the hug, just slightly, and kissed each of Harry's eyelids. "I love you, Harry James Potter, always remember that."

"I love you too, Draco Malfoy," Harry said with a little sob. This was hard. It's hard to say goodbye even if it's for a week. "I will always remember it."

"Good," Draco kissed him slowly, not wanting the moment to end and not wanting to leave for a whole week. He wanted to stay with Harry, but he also wanted his mother to come by but knew it'd be impossible.

Blaise sighs at the two and managed to pull them off. "C'mon, Draco. Time to go." As much as he'd love to leave them there to cuddle and enjoy the rest of each other's company, he knew he also had to get on the train with Draco, so they don't arrive late to home. He doesn't want to think about what would happen if he were home late.

Draco frowns but gives Harry a quick kiss. But then he gives Harry another kiss, and another, and another. So, Blaise and Ron had to pull them both apart with grins. "Goodbye, Harry," Draco says, smiling sadly. It really is hard to say goodbye. "See you in a week."

Harry nods and steps back so he is next to Hermione. "Goodbye, Draco. See you very soon."

Hermione smiles at the two and places a hand on Harry's back. "Let's head back up to the castle, Harry," she said softly, looking over at Ron who decided to join herself and Harry. The Golden Trio walked back up to the castle together; Harry had a promise to keep, and he will keep that promise for Draco until he gets back.

*****

During the first few days of the Easter Holidays, Harry tried his best to keep the promise and to not run off and hurt himself. It was really hard, but he managed not to. He kept close proximity to Hermione and Ron, only wandering off when he needed the loo, but he came right back after. He didn't know what Draco had told Hermione and Ron as they're very clingy to him, always giving him hugs and telling them how much they care for him. It got to the point where he really wanted to run off. Of course, they weren't hugging him every minute or every hour. It was mainly three times a day and Harry was okay with that.

And when the fourth day arrived, Professor McGonagall asked Harry to come to her office as there was someone who wanted to see him. So, Harry obeyed and followed his Professor to her office. Walking through the large wooden castle door, Harry's eyes laid on a familiar blonde woman with bright blue eyes and a kind smile.

"Narcissa?" Harry said in surprise. He looked around the room for Draco but didn't see any white-blonde hair anywhere, handsome face with pretty eyes and a smile. "What're you doing here? Why are you not at the Manor?"

Narcissa just smiled, "I'm plenty sure you know that when Voldemort is not anywhere near the Manor, I can travel."

"Yes, I know about that," Harry said, nodding quickly. He knows that and he's happy she can travel again. Merlin knows how boring it is not to travel anywhere. "Does that mean Draco can come back too?"

"I'm afraid not, Harry," Narcissa said with a sudden frown. She fiddled with the long sea-green bell sleeves of her dress. "But he does want you over for an hour. Only an hour as we don't know when he-who-should-be-dead-in-hell will be back at the manor."

Harry laughed at the new term for Voldemort's name. He was excited if this means that he can see Draco now. "So, can I see him now?"

Narcissa looked up at Minerva McGonagall for permission, "Can he, Minerva?"

McGonagall pressed her lips together in a straight line, clearly thinking this through. "If you can promise Mr Potter gets back safely, then I guess he can go," the professor agrees.

Harry grinned and felt like hugging his Professor as a thank you but knew he couldn't do that as he would probably get detention. Oh, well. He'll get her a present in the future. Maybe a mug that says, 'Best Professor', but he will have to hand it to her in secret, so his other professors don't get jealous.

Narcissa walked over to her son's boyfriend and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You ready?"

Harry looked at her and nodded with a smile. He was more than ready. "I'm always ready to see your son, Narcissa."

Narcissa laughed at Harry and led him to McGonagall's fireplace. She grabbed the vase from on top of the mantle and held it out to Harry. "Say 'Malfoy Manor guest room 12' in a clear voice, Harry."

Harry nodded, grabbed some Floo powder and said those words clearly as he stepped into the fireplace. He was wooshed to another place, but he couldn't see a thing as it was pitch black. He stepped out of the Floo, only to look behind him as the silhouette of Narcissa stepped out, muttering a "Lumos" with her wand.

The ball of light at the end of Narcissa's wand seemed to light up the whole room, and Harry knew it was someone's bedroom. Well, it looked like one of those very gothic-looking bedrooms with black and red furniture including a bed, armchairs, and bookshelves. Harry got a sense that this room probably was used by Ivy, as it had tons of gothic styled furniture, clothes, and everything. The walls were a dark black, the floors were wooden floorboards. It just had to be Ivy's.

Narcissa turned on her heel and made her way towards a door, tapping her wand in a circle formation around the handle. Harry watched her and then heard some loud noise like wood scraping against the floor. Then the door opened, light shone in and Narcissa entered the lightened room.

Harry followed close behind her and recognized the room to be Draco's. Silver eyes looked up at his own, he smiled and ran to Draco. He pushed the blonde back onto the bed and embraced him in a hug. "Draco... my beautiful Slytherin," he whispered, ignoring Narcissa's chuckles.

"Harry, my beautiful Gryffindor," Draco whispered back, reaching up and running his hands through black hair. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Harry said while leaning down and kissing the blonde Slytherin wizard as if he could disappear in a blink of an eye. He tried not to think that. A life without Draco is just depressing.

Narcissa smiled at the two, pulled the old castle torchlight up, which made the bookshelf close, and she left the room.

"Seems like I didn't need that shag in the shower last Sunday," Draco said while smirking after the kiss. He stared up into emerald green eyes and ran his hands up and down Harry's sides. "But I'm glad it happened."

"I'm glad you liked it," Harry said and kissed the smirk off Draco's face. He found Draco's hands on his waist, moved them to his lap and linked them together. "But I'm hungry, got any food?"

"Well, there's me," Draco said quietly and squeezed Harry's hands in his. Harry chuckled at that sexual comment and kissed him. He really missed his wizard boyfriend so much. He leaned out of the kiss and stared back into silver eyes that glimmered with the emotion that Harry knew was love. Draco sighed in disappointment as he wasn't going to get what he wanted and sat up, knowing Harry meant real food. "Come on then. I'll take you to the kitchens."

"Excellent!" Now Harry's stomach grumbled even louder, and Draco chuckled because he could hear it. The Slytherin lifted up Harry's top and kissed Harry's stomach repeatedly. He loves the little lion roaring for food in his boyfriend's stomach, it was an adorable little lion that he will feed to fulfil its hunger.

Harry just stared down at Draco with an eyebrow raised. This was quite funny what his Slytherin boyfriend was doing to him and he didn't mind it one bit.

Draco then led Harry down to the kitchens, but they heard an apparition crack and peeked around the corner into the lounge room. Harry hissed in pain and held his hand to his scar. This could only mean one thing...

Harry gasped quietly. There, facing Lucius Malfoy stood Voldemort. He looked at Draco and whispered harshly, "I thought your mother clearly said that he would not be here!"

"I thought so too," Draco whispered with a frown and was hoping this wasn't some set-up to capture Harry. Merlin, if it was, he'll Floo Harry immediately to one of the other manors around the world. "I'm sorry, Harry. I should have known not to let you come."

They both listened to the conversation quietly, knowing how much danger they both are in by just standing there.

"But, my lord, weren't you the one who rescued all your other followers from Azkaban?" Lucius asked blankly and showed no emotions except for a sneer on his face. He couldn't show emotion to this dark wizard except for blankness.

"Ah, yes, It was all me," Voldemort said in his cold deathly tone." They all should be arriving at my place of stay tomorrow. And if not, well, they're just going to suffer the consequences."

Lucius saw a flash of white, looked directly up at the two boys peering around the corner and frowned. What was Harry doing here? Shouldn't he be at Hogwarts? Of course, he wouldn't mind a visit from Harry. He is a lovely gentleman after all. But when the Dark Lord was around? It's just so dangerous, the boy could easily be killed in a matter of seconds!

Lucius hastily looked back at the evil wizard in front of him. "My lord, please refrain from looking behind you as my son is disturbingly running around the halls naked." He looked back at Draco and pointed a finger towards the stairs. "Go to your room, Draco! The dark lord does not want to see your nudeness!".

Harry could have laughed at the thought of Draco running around the manor naked, even though he would definitely love to see that image. He would most definitely make Draco do it someday. Okay, maybe not but he would at least try.

Draco pushed Harry away from the corner just so Voldemort wouldn't see his boyfriend standing in the halls. "Yes, father."

They ran back up to Draco's room, through the many long and dark candle-lit hallways but stopped, frozen to the spot in fear. The hallway that leads to Draco's room was blocked off by a large twelve-foot green snake. Harry thought the snake reminded him of that Boa Constrictor back at the zoo when he was 11, but larger and deadlier. Definitely deadlier.

Draco and Harry both shuddered at the sight of the large snake and silently stepped backwards, but it was too late. The snake saw them. It shook his head and rose itself, telling the boy's that it's the predator here and hissed at them.

Harry grasped at Draco's hand and ran, full speed down the previous hallway. He looked behind them and the snake slithered after them. It was like a race, the first to Draco's room wins. But Harry and Draco had to get to the bedroom as they didn't want to know what would happen if they do not make it. They kept running. Looking back behind them every once in a while to see where the snake was and it was always slithering fast towards them.

As they rounded a corner into another hallway, something shiny catches Harry's eye. Whatever it is, it wouldn't be useful, but Harry grabbed at it. He recognized it. A sword. A long silver shiny sword. More specifically, the sword of Gryffindor. But how did it get here? He recalled Dumbledore saying it will come to him whenever he needs it most. But how could it get past all the wards at the manor?

"Harry," Draco said in a shaky terrified voice, eyes widened in horror. "Whatever that is. Sword. Wherever that came from. I say you use it. Now!" The snake rounded the corner and hissed angrily at them.

Harry held the sword out in front of him and backed away, ready in case the snake tried to strike. He was ready. Draco was behind him, at a safe distance away from Harry, the snake, and the sword.

The snake neared Harry, pulled itself back in its striking position and did just that. It struck at Harry, fast. But Harry swung the sword up, across, and down. He has never fought with a snake before. Well, except for the basilisk but that was much larger and could gobble him up in one piece. This snake was smaller, but faster.

The snake struck again, trying to attack Harry. But Harry swung the sword at it, and the snake backed its head away just in time but struck again. Harry swung again, and again. His only goal was to keep Draco alive, and even if he dies trying at least he knows that he died to save someone he loves dearest.

Then the snake turned its head towards Draco and tried attacking him. But Harry's sword got in the way, blocking its path.

"Boys! What is the meani-." Lucius turned the corner and froze, looking at the snake, Harry, and his son. "Merlin." He gulped in fear, afraid of what might happen to his sons. Yes, Lucius Malfoy just thought of Harry Potter as his son. He may as well be since he knows how happy the Gryffindor makes his Draco.

The snake turned its head around and looked at Lucius, hissing disappointingly at him. It began to slowly move towards Lucius, still hissing as its path was blocked by three humans.

Lucius fearfully backed up against the wall next to a spiky plant with a grey cylinder vase, breathing heavily as the giant snake neared him. He knew any spells against the snake would be a terrible idea so he closed his eyes and just prayed that these two boys will run off and save themselves. His only mission in life is to keep his family safe, and that's what he'll damn right do even if he dies doing it.

Harry took this as an opportunity and swung the sword at the snake, slicing its head off as it stared at Lucius. There was no way Harry would let anything happen to this family. This new family of his.

The snake turned into a cloud of grey dust, floating up into the air. Faces formed in the dust, horrible, terrifying, and scared faces.

The faces of the snake's latest victims. A loud blood-curdling dark scream was heard echoing through the manor. Harry just hoped that was Voldemort just finding out that his fricking pet had died. Serves him right!

Lucius' eyes shot open at once but didn't see the snake anywhere except odd grey dust particles in the air. He sighed in relief when seeing his son and son's boyfriend alright, still alive and staring at himself with worry but also relief. He glanced around the hallways, it was empty, no snake. He strolled up to the boys and hugged them both tightly. "Both of you, have done well. I am proud. Draco, you know what to do." Draco nodded slightly in his father's embrace. "It's safer for you both to head back to Hogwarts. Now, go!"

As soon as his father let go of the hug, Draco ran off with Harry towards his room but hesitated and looked back at his father. When his father ushered them to go, he took Harry back up to his room. He thanked Merlin that that snake was gone. It was horrifying. Just so horrendous. He closed the door behind them as they entered his bedroom, panting and could not get the thought of the snake out of his head.

Harry was the same, that snake was just a nightmare of a beast. But as he looked at Draco, who looked horrified out of his right mind, he just noticed how tired the blonde was. There were shadows under the Slytherin's eyes, and he moved stiffly. He cupped Draco's chin and kissed him slowly, feeling tears well up in his eyes from the near-death experience they encountered.

Draco kissed Harry back gently, moving his hands down to wrap around the Gryffindor's back. As he pulled out, he said, "You should get going, Harry."

Harry looked at him in disbelief and with sadness, "B-but your father said..."

Draco wiped back the tears that fell on his boyfriend's face while blinking back his own tears. "I know what my father said, but I don't want you to stay with The Dark Lord present in this Manor," he deadpanned. "I don't want you being in danger because of me, I just won't let you stay and danger yourself. Bloody Voldemort is in this very manor, it is not safe for you at all! I will see you back at school, Harry. I still need to look after my mother."

"But-"

Draco pressed his finger to Harry's lips and shook his head. "No buts, Harry," he said softly and quickly, his finger moving down Harry's lip until his finger reached Harry's chin and Harry's lip bounced back into place. "I love you so much, and I will tell you about everything I have heard when we both are back at school. I want you back at Hogwarts, it is for your own safety."

"Okay," Harry said after a moment with a quick nod and kissed him again. "I guess... I will see you soon." He walked back towards the bookcase where the secret door was held. The only problem was he didn't know how to open it back up. He hesitantly looked at the Slytherin, "Oh, and Draco?"

Draco looked back up at Harry, "Yeah?"

Harry smiled faintly, "I love you too, so very much."

That put a smile on Draco's face. He walked quickly up to Harry, pinned him to the wall and kissed him hard, his tongue twinning with Harry's. He moved his hand towards the castle wall torch and pulled it down, hearing the bookcase move to the side and open the entrance up, revealing the door to Ivy's room.

Harry moaned in the kiss, his free hand sliding down Draco's chest to his stomach. He leaned out of the kiss with a smile as he stared lovingly into silver irises. "I should go," he whispered, moving his hands up to the blonde hair, pushing it back and Draco nodded and took a step back, watching Harry disappear beyond the door that his cousin had previously been through.

Harry walked back through the Floo, entering Professor McGonagall's office. His strict professor was sitting at her desk, her quill scraping on the parchment.

McGonagall looked up at her pupil with a smile, "Glad you're back, Mr Potter. I hope your visit was pleasant."

"Yeah," Harry said with a nod, remembering the sight of Voldemort and nearly becoming snake food. He could have sounded sarcastic but chose not to. "It sure was."

"You may go, Mr Potter," said McGonagall and continued writing on her parchment. "Your presence is not needed any longer."

Harry nodded and exited the Professor's office, making his way back to the Gryffindor common room. As he entered the common room, he was engulfed in a hug from Hermione.

"Harry! Where have you been! We were worried sick!"

"Sorry, I was with Professor McGonagall," Harry told them quickly, hoping it wouldn't raise questions. "She wanted to talk about a few things that I cannot tell you about." He didn't know if he should tell Ron and Hermione about going to Draco's manor, or the whole snake attack and seeing Voldemort.

So that night, he lay in bed all curled up and warm under the blankets. He pressed his lips together and remembered kissing his boyfriend and how it lingered on his lips. And while thinking of the blonde wizard, he sank into a deep sleep with a smile on his face.

*****

The last three days went by quickly, Harry was excited to see Draco again, even if he last saw him three days ago. On the day that everyone came back, Harry walked down towards the carriages to give him a surprise greeting. He was excited, literally smiling and jumping up and down on his feet. As soon as he saw ahead of whitish blonde hair, and watched as the boy walked off the carriage, Harry ran to him, jumping on the blonde Slytherin in a tight hug. "Draco!"

Draco laughed and hugged back just as tightly. And as he leaned out of the hug slightly to look deeply into those emerald green eyes he loves so much, he leaned in and kissed him gently.

Harry smiled into the kiss and kissed back excitingly. But then he remembered the events that had happened when he visited the manor and grew worried for his Slytherin. He leaned out with a frown, still seeing those shadows under the blonde's eyes. "Tell me, Draco. What happened during the holiday? What happened after I left? What did Voldemort do?"

"I'll tell you when we get back to the castle," Draco said slowly with assurance. He didn't want students hearing about who is staying at his mouse. He knows for sure that he'd be called names by the students and he would become untrustworthy. Then he lowered his voice to a whisper, "Can we go to the LSR?"

Harry nodded and intertwined their hands together. "Of course." They headed back up to the castle, listening to the conversations going around them but there was one thing Harry knew was a little strange. Blaise Zabini, a few people behind him was frowning. The Italian boy never frowned when he came back to Hogwarts. As well as a frown, the Italian Slytherin was walking awfully slow.

Harry thought he recognised what Blaise was feeling right now. But he shook his head, thinking that maybe he was jumping to conclusions about Blaise and looked back at his tired blonde Slytherin boyfriend. He rose his hand up and caressed Draco's cheeks. Draco turned his head to look at him with a small smile. Harry smiled back and kissed him.

As they were inside the warm corridors of Hogwarts, they headed to the Library's secret room. Draco slumped down on the couch and stared absentmindedly at the fireplace in front of him. Harry flicked his wand at the fireplace, lighting it up with burning dancing flames and sat down next to Draco. He reached over and closed his hand around the Slytherin's, looking at him worriedly and waiting for him to start.

"During the first four days of the week, Father was always with Voldemort," Draco begins to tell him. "They have been travelling, away from the Manor, to places. I never knew where they went to. Voldemort has been at the Manor before, but the house is so big, and Mother always has me stay in the family wing or my room up until now. I never actually saw him up close until now."

Harry froze, "Voldemort? You saw him in the flesh, stared into his eyes?"

"How many other people with red eyes do you know?" Draco scowled. "But then the day after you left, more people started coming. It was because of my Aunt Bellatrix. She insisted I join them for meals, and once the Dark Lord realized that I was going to school with you he became very interested."

"What do you mean he was interested?" asked Harry curiously, aware that if Draco tells them too much it would get extremely bad.

"He wanted to know the classes we took together, who you spent time with, the truth about the articles in the Prophet," Draco explained it easily but shrugged. "My mother tried to deflect the questions, pointing out that we hardly knew each other. But my father was eager to prove himself useful to him even if I could tell he was faking it. Father kept encouraging me to relate every little detail about you. But I knew by the way he was looking at me, that he wanted me to lie about you. It seems like my father has grown very fond of you."

Harry smiled, knowing that Mr Malfoy is like another father to him. It really is quite true. "What did you say to them?"

"That we were in different houses and except for a few classes together we never spend any time together." Draco quirked a smile, "I opted not to mention our extracurricular activities in the bedrooms and dormitories."

"Good decision," Harry said with a laugh. He wondered what Voldemort's expression would be like if he found out Lucius' son was dating and fraternizing with the enemy. That would end badly. "So that was it? Dinner conversations?"

"Dinner with a twelve-foot snake and a man with no nose," Draco said with a grimace. "Well, the snake only lasted a couple of days thanks to you." Harry grinned. "It definitely put me off my appetite. But since the snake died, Voldemort has looked a little sad and tired. Didn't think the man had a heart. There were a lot of Father's associates there right a day after you left. They spent a lot of time planning and talking about something."

"Really?" Harry said, intrigued. "Do you know what?" This could be good information to give to The Order of The Pheonix.

"Not really," said Draco with a slow sigh. "Just a lot of discussion behind closed doors. A lot of people coming and going. Had the impression my father was nervous about whatever it was." He leaned his head down on Harry's shoulder, snuggling up close to him.

Harry kissed Draco's forehead and wrapped an arm around him. "Thank you for telling me this, Draco. You have been so brave throughout the holidays." He just needed to tell Draco how well he's been doing under the stressful situation he was in when Voldemort was in the same house as him.

"Your Gryffindorness must be rubbing off on me," Draco said with a sneer and gave a small smile to his boyfriend, and Harry chuckled as he knew that was true and kissed him. Draco kissed Harry back slowly. He placed a hand on Harry's chest and slowly pushed him backwards onto the couch. After the loving kiss, they headed for the Great Hall as they knew dinner was close and sat at the Slytherin table.

"Afternoon, boys," Pansy said and let out a yawn. She piled some roast vegetables on her plate but pushed them around with her fork.

"Afternoon, Pans," Draco said tiredly. He stared at the warm pot of Shepherd's pie and couldn't decide if he wanted some or not.

Harry smiled at his boyfriend and Pansy. He was wondering if all Slytherin's are this tired. He noticed Draco just staring at the Shepherd's pie and grew a little worried. He hoped his boyfriend has been eating well so he dished Draco's plate up with the pie, "The Slytherin house is quite fatigued."

"Hm?" Draco said while looking at Harry, he didn't hear what Harry had said. He looked down and tiredly smiled at the food Harry put on his plate. He felt lucky to have such a darling look after him.

Harry chuckled at his adorably tired boyfriend. He picked up the fork that lay untouched next to Draco's hand and dug it into the Shepherd's pie. He scooped some up and held it to his Slytherin boyfriend's mouth. "Eat, Draco." He looked at Pansy, "And you."

Pansy gave a small nod and began eating her dinner. Draco stared at the fork with his dinner on it and felt his cheeks become warm. Normally he would do this to Harry but the roles are reversed it seems. He smiled at Harry and leaned forward to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. Harry's smile grew from the gesture and moved the fork closer to Draco's mouth and Draco let Harry feed him.

"Hey, mate?" asked Ron, joining them on the Slytherin table next to Pansy. He smiled at the couple's being a... couple.

Harry looked at his best mate, and Draco kissed Harry's cheek again which made Harry smiled softly. "Yes, Ron?"

"Have you seen Blaise?" Ron asked while stealing one of Pansy's broccoli's as the Slytherin's eyes were slowly closing shut from tiredness. What is with the Slytherin's today? Even Hermione has noticed it.

Harry looked up and down the Slytherin table, not seeing his best mates' Italian boyfriend. He looked at Ron, shaking his head, "No, sorry. Last I saw him was when everyone came back on the horse-drawn carriages."

Pansy heard the conversation about her dear friend and opened her eyes up at once. Then she looked at Harry worriedly, "Blaise and I kept owling each other over the holiday. I think he had it worse than me and Draco, but he never told me."

"What do you mean he had it worse?" Harry asked at once and started to feel concerned for Draco's friend. What was going on with most Slytherin child's families?

"And whatever happened to owling me?" Draco asked his best friend seriously, though he did grow concerned for Blaise and his state. Blaise hardly talked to him on the train back to Hogwarts. Actually, he only saw Blaise on Platform 9 3/4 and that was it. His fellow Slytherin didn't even sit with him and Pansy. "I'm beginning to feel like a third wheel here."

Pansy looked at her fellow Slytherin and smiled repentantly. "Sorry, Draco," she replies gently. "We will make it up to you in the meantime."

"You better," Draco muttered while grabbing a Yorkshire pudding. Harry smiled at his now hungry boyfriend and put Draco's fork back down on the blonde Slytherin's plate. He started dishing up his own plate with Lasagna.

"I think Blaise's parents are loyal to... V-Voldemort," Pansy stuttered at mentioning the Dark Lord's name, and she looked back at Harry. "I think they tried persuading Blaise to join them, but I could be wrong."

Harry nodded and ate his Lasagna in silence for the rest of dinner. He hoped the Italian Slytherin really wasn't being forced into joining the Death Eaters as he'll know how much it would upset Draco. He stole a few Yorkshire puddings from Draco's plate when he wasn't looking. Pansy caught him multiple times and smirked, trying to steal one for herself but Draco caught her and slapped her hand away.

"Thief!" Draco spat while glaring annoyingly at the Slytherin girl. Harry squeezed his intertwined hand with Draco's to calm him down and eventually, it worked. He found it funny how he hasn't been told off by Draco for stealing his food.

Pansy shrugged innocently. It wasn't entirely her fault. "Your boyfriend over here stole a few as well, so you can't just blame me," she says flatly and pointing a finger with red nail polish at Harry. Now it was Harry's turn to glare at Pansy.

"Let me remind you that Harry is allowed to steal my food as he has special rights," Draco tells her proudly while smirking at his best friend. Harry sniggered as he knew he has other privileges with Draco.

"What're you chortling about, Harry?" Pansy asked intriguingly and finished eating her roast vegetables. She just cannot wait to get into bed so she can finally get some well well-deserved beauty sleep.

"Nothing...." Harry said naively with a smile at Draco. "C'mon Draco, let's head to your dormitory for the night." He stood up from his seat and held out his hand for Draco.

Draco glanced at Pansy one last time, glaring at her before heading out of the Great Hall with Harry down to the Slytherin Dungeons. When inside the dormitory, they collapsed on Draco's bed with silent laughter.

Harry could smell a faint citrus smell on Draco's pillows and sighed deeply. He was glad Draco was back, it had been lonely and boring without him. Then Harry heard something and wanted to know what it was. "Shh! Listen." Draco stopped, they both listened carefully and heard silent sobbing from behind them. They sat up and looked at the 4-poster bed with closed drapes, they turned their heads and looked at each other worriedly.

They both silently hopped off Draco's bed and crept up to the bed with the sobbing sounds. Harry opened the drape on the right side of the bed, staring at a teary-eyed Blaise Zabini. "Blaise..."

Draco immediately yanked open the other curtains facing the head of the 4-poster bed and stared at his best friend restlessly. "Blaise... are you alright?" he asked softly but with concern.

Blaise looked up at the two and nodded. All he wants is to be left alone. "I'm fine." He then hurriedly rushed off his bed and out of the dormitory, leaving two worried boys staring at the door to the dormitory.

"Draco," Harry said sadly, now looking at his boyfriend. Does Ron even know what's wrong with Blaise? "Should we go after him?"

Draco frowned and looked at him. He shook his head as he really doesn't know what to do. "I don't know, Harry," he tells him flatly, unable to answer Harry's question as he knows when Blaise wants to be alone, he'll make sure he gets it. "I don't even know what happened with Blaise. I saw him on the Platform with his mother for a quick second, but then she left and he just... got onto the train so emotionless like a robot. "We should keep a close eye on him," he then adds in barely an audible whisper. What's wrong with his best friend?

Harry nodded, agreeing with Draco on keeping a close eye on a certain Slytherin. When silence engulfed the room, they decided to have a shower and head to bed.

*****

Harry and Ginny ran out of the library, bursting through the doors in a fit of laughter as they were chased by their books, parchments, and quills. Harry was looking back to see if the furious librarian was following them when he ran straight into something solid, someone he realized. He looked up to see Draco's smiling face staring at him.

He put his hands on Draco's shoulders to balance himself and hugged him. "Hello, Harry." They both turned to the sound of Ginny's laughter. She had her arms around her waist, bent over as she laughed, tears streaming down her face.

"Hello, to you too," Harry kissed him with a smile after looking away from Ginny.

Ginny smiled at the two when she stopped her laughter, before clearing her throat with an "Ahem!".

Harry looked at her, then to their fallen papers, quills, and books. "Ginny, remind me not to let you sneak me chocolate in the library again," he said as he gave Draco a quick kiss on the cheek and stooped down to pick up their fallen papers and books.

Draco smiled at the gesture and crouched down to help pick up some fallen papers.

"What fun would the library be if you can't sneak in chocolate? Next time, I'll make sure we don't get caught," Ginny said with a laugh, as she twisted her long red hair out of the way to gather up her own things. Then she leaned closer to whisper, "So, should I talk to Fred and George? About how to get you into Umbridge's office."

"Yeah," Harry said quickly, letting the Slytherin embrace him in a backwards hug. He inclined his head to the side to look up at Draco, "You won't tell Umbridge what she said, right?"

"Why should I?" Draco whispered his answer and kissed Harry's temple. "She may be the high Inquisitor, but she doesn't need to know about secret sneak-ins into her office."

Harry leaned up and kissed him again for his appreciation. It was great to have a spy as a boyfriend to give bits of information here and there.

"So..." Ginny said with a prolonged 'o' as she felt a little awkward just standing there. "I'm just going to go...find Luna. Bye!" She skipped off down the corridor like Luna does with a smile.

"What in Merlin's name was that all about?" Draco asked the Gryffindor who he so happened to see running out of the library with she-Weasel. Why were they running? And for what reason?

"We were kicked out of the Library for having food," said Harry with a smile. He tried to sound a little innocent even though he knows food isn't allowed in the Library. It was one of the main rules he just doesn't seem to follow. "It was Ginny's idea though."

Draco sighed at how the She-Weasel was giving Harry terrible ideas that can get him into trouble. "You naughty boy," he drawled, reached his hand up and tapped his finger on Harry's nose. "It looked like you were having fun though."

"Jealous much?" Harry asked, smirking when the Slytherin rolls his eyes. The darn fucker. "Ginny is nice but she's not a boy. She's not you."

"Good observation skills, Harry," Draco said sarcastically with a grin and Harry laughed loudly. Draco shut him up with a quick deep kiss. "What is it with you and seekers anyway?" he asks just as he leans away from Harry's delicious hot mouth.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry curiously, and he could feel his brow rising up his forehead.

"Chang is a seeker and Girl Weasley is a seeker?" said Draco while tightening his grip on his boyfriend, and Harry tilts his head to the side and gives him the obvious But I want you look.

"I only want the Slytherin seeker," Harry said, the corners of his mouth rising into a perfect smile and he kissed the blonde Slytherin's cheek repeatedly.

"Remember that," Draco said seriously, and he watched beautiful dimples appear on Harry's mouth. He has noticed them since seeing Harry smile for the first time in their first year but he's been too busy with loving Harry as who he is, worrying about him, worrying about his mother, and fitting homework into his schedule to see the pretty dimples. "Now, let's review Potions. I want to make sure that you are ready for tomorrow in case Snape tries to trip you up."

"Alright," Harry said breathlessly, basking in the look Draco's giving him. "Lead the way."

They mostly snuggled together and read over the Potions that they thought would be on their O.W.L.S. in a few weeks. The fireplace was burning with the dancing flames of life and it created a nice warm temperature in the small room that fit the mood perfectly. That was what they needed to concentrate on. A nice warm room, a blanket over them both as they snuggled together and the enchanted windows making the Gryffindor and Slytherin feel extra cozy by listening to the rain in the forest. Before it was around curfew, they both departed with a hug and a kiss and headed for their dormitories.

*****

Harry checked the time; it was almost time for Potions. Double Potions. Harry wished he could think of an excuse, any excuse that would get him out of having to sit in Snape's classroom for the next two hours.

"C'mon, Harry. We don't want to be late." Harry looked up and saw Ron standing next to him.

"Right, sure." Harry looked back towards the Slytherin table and Draco was moving towards the exit, as well. He looked at Harry and smiled for just a moment before turning away. There was nothing to do but to go to class and face Snape.

With relief, Harry realized after the first half-hour that Snape was opting to just coldly ignore both him and Draco. Until the end of class Harry when he walked up to Snape's desk and set down his flask of potion. He kept his eyes down, not daring to look him in the eye. He had half turned away when there was a crash. He looked back to see the flask lying broken on the ground. Snape looked at him coldly, "Zero points, Potter." Harry was struck by the very certain reality that Snape was going to fail him and no matter how what he did in class he wouldn't be able to stop it from happening. He didn't bother to protest but went back to his table and started stuffing his supplies back into his bookbag.

Ron looked at Harry with a confused look on his face, "What happened? It looked like Snape did that on purpose." Harry shrugged. He hadn't told Hermione and Ron anything about what had happened with Snape. The image of his own father taunting and bullying Snape continued to haunt him. Hopefully, he would get the answers from Sirius this afternoon. Everything was set for him to talk to him using Umbridge's Floo. He wondered what Fred and George had meant by diversionary tactics.

Harry looked up at the Slytherin table and noticed how Draco was concentrating hard on his Potion. Like he could sense Harry was looking at him, Draco looked up and locked eyes with Harry. They smiled at each other. Harry leaned back to look at the Irish Gryffindor with a smirk, "Got any parchment I could write on?"

Seamus raised an eyebrow, a little curious with Harry but gave Harry a piece of Parchment.

With the smirk still on his face, Harry began writing a love letter to Draco. He folded it up as best as he could into a paper plane which was the only thing he could do and threw it across the room. He watched the paper plane zoom across the room towards Draco and landed on his Potions textbook.

Draco glanced at the weirdly shaped parchment, grabbed it, and unfolded the letter. He read it quickly and looked up at Harry with a blush.

Harry fluttered his eyelashes at the Slytherin and blew him a kiss, which made the Slytherin's cheeks redden even more. Harry giggled and read a chapter in his Potions book to take his mind of how red his boyfriend's cheeks were. Seconds later, he felt a presence next to him and looked up, Draco was leaning a hand on the desk while the other held up the small piece of parchment. Oh, Merlin, this couldn't be happening.

Draco smiled at the letter and read it out loud. "Your beautiful silver eyes speak to me in love. The way you look at me with love. Your cute gestures and that smile. You make me mad for a while. How can you be so pretty, my Draco? For you are my only world. Honey, I love you so much. So loving is your touch."

A few "Aww's!" were heard around the room from hearing the poem. Pansy and Hermione giggled at the two while Millicent just smiled.

Snape looked up and scowled at the two. He let them be as it was their education that they should be focusing on and not gross love letters to each other.

Draco leaned in towards his Gryffindor boyfriend and kissed him, not caring how angry his godfather could become because of it. Harry brought his hands up to the Slytherin's neck while kissing back passionately with a small smile.

Ron, Dean and Seamus smiled at the couple happily snogging in the classroom.

Although, Blaise Zabini sat in the back of the classroom away from everyone. He didn't want to be seen, not even by his boyfriend. So, as everyone was too busy watching the happy couple, he silently but hastily exited the classroom and made his way down to the boy's bathroom. He couldn't believe he wasn't seen by the Potion's professor. He really was invisible to everyone.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, his hands on both sides of the sink as he rocked back and forth and let out the tears he's been hiding away since the night Harry and Draco found him crying in bed. He knew it was a stupid thing to do, cry in the dorm room when anybody could come in at any time. He needed a place to himself, somewhere nobody could find him. The bathroom was as closest as a place for himself. He could just sit in one of the stalls and cry. But he didn't like crying anymore. He would do anything to take away the emotional pain he was feeling.

The pain had become his new emotion since Christmas Holidays when the Dark Lord had returned, and his own mother and father had become extremely ruthless to their own son. They have been trying to force him to join Voldemort's side so the family will be safe from harm, but Blaise doesn't want that. Yes, he wants his family safe and secured but he doesn't want to join Voldemort's side and have to fight against good. No, how would Ron feel about that? Exactly! He will probably hate Blaise and Blaise does not want that to happen. It'd just make him feel even worse. But he could live with the pain for a while as it was just little mental breakdowns here and there.

It wasn't until the second day of the Easter holidays where his mother and father came home in a foul mood. The day his own father – stepfather - locked him up in his room, shouted at him for being a faggot and that the only way he could prove to his father was to join the Dark lord. No way in Merlin's name he would do that! He told that directly to his father, told him how much he loves this boy he is dating at school. So, his father grew madder, hit him, crucio'd him and left him in his bedroom to lay there, screaming in pain. He didn't even get fed at all, he had to call for house elves to make him food but after the fourth day, he just couldn't be bothered with it anymore. He couldn't eat. He wouldn't eat.

He couldn't even be bothered with Owling Pansy, Draco, and Ron after the fifth day. He asked himself if his own mother could rescue him, but she never came. It continued until he could come back to Hogwarts. As much as he loves his parents, he does not want to see them anymore. And with the Dark Lord roaming free, he was scared, worried and anxious for Ron's, Draco's, Pansy's, Ivy's, Hermione's, Harry's and his own life. He didn't want anything happening with his five best friends, he wouldn't even know how to live with himself if he somehow manages to get them killed.

This is because Blaise Zabini felt lost, unloved even if he knew Ron loved him. He felt lonely, stupid, exhausted... He just really didn't want to feel this emotional pain anymore. One thing for sure that he knew was that Harry Potter also struggled and somehow coped with his depression by hurting himself with a razor. He wondered what it would be like to feel as Harry called it 'Empty'. To feel numb and bleed from all emotions.

Blaise then headed out of the bathroom and to Gryffindor Tower. He knew what he had to do but it would be risky. He hoped nobody was up in the 5th year Gryffindor boy's dormitory so he could find what he needed.

When entering the Gryffindor common room, he went directly up to the dormitory. He sighed in relief as nobody was there, cast a privacy charm around himself and locked the door with a "Colloportus."

Walking to Harry's trunk, he opened it and peered inside, wondering where you would keep something sharp. He felt bad for going through Harry's stuff, but right now, he just wants this. He looked through everything he could find. An old sock, a weird green rectangular tin that smelled like mint, more socks, pockets from clothing items and shoes. He finally found a blade inside a book and studied its sharpness. He quickly cast a duplication spell on it and placed the other one back in the book before closing the trunk up, slipping the blade inside his robe pocket, unlocked the door with an "Alohomora," and headed to the Slytherin Dungeons where he could hide in one of the toilet stalls.

As he closed the toilet door behind him and sat on the closed toilet lid, he took out the blade and studied it again. It looked sharp indeed. He rolled up his sleeve and stared at his bare arm with nail scratchings on it. Scratching wasn't really useful, but when he wanted a little bit of pain that numbed him, it helped but only slightly. He bit his lip hard and dug the blade into his wrist, pulling it across his skin and creating a thin line of blood. But the bloodline thickened until his blood started dripping down his arm. He felt this sudden feeling. It was new, but he liked it. Numb and Empty. That is what he felt. He could not feel his pain anymore and he liked it very much. He made four more cuts, making a total of five and immediately felt the overwhelming stronger numb sensation.

Blaise watched his blood roll down his arm and thought that it was very satisfying. He blinked and knew that he had to clean himself up even if he didn't want to. His eyes locked with a roll of toilet paper on the wall. He took off two pieces and placed them down on his bloodied arm, watching as the blood formed on the toilet paper. He had to admit that it was a beautiful sight, watching his own blood form on a piece of toilet paper – even though he knew that was weird to think but he really did enjoy it. Once his arm was blood-free, he rolled down his jumper and robe sleeve, stood up, opened the toilet lid, chucked the bloodied piece of toilet paper in the bowl of the toilet, and flushed it.

Placing his blade in his robe pocket, he walked out of the Dungeons and back into the corridors. He didn't know where he was heading to, only knew he was heading out into the chilly air. And of course, the first people he comes across are Draco and Harry.

"Blaise!" Draco yelled, jogging up to him with Harry beside him. "Wait up!"

Blaise had no option but to turn around and face the emerging boys. Even if he tried to run away, he knew it would just cause suspicion and concern towards him. "Yeah?" he asked numbly, staring at the stone floor beneath him and wanting it to just eat him up.

Draco stared into his best friend for a long amount of time, seeing something familiar but also new in the boy. Or, was it new at all? "Blaise... Are you all right?"

Blaise just nodded, knowing he just lied to his best friends. Heh. Still empty. Usually, even the tiniest of lies would make him feel bad and guilty but nope. He does not feel a thing except numbness. Numb and empty. "I'm fine, guys. Honest," he said with the biggest fake smile he could give, which turned out to be not that big at all. And after that lie, he turned around and headed back towards the Dungeons, leaving a worried Slytherin and Gryffindor behind him.

He didn't want to see anyone. He wishes he were dead. It would all be easier. Won't it? He shook that thought out of his head. What was he thinking? But as he walked up the stairs to the third floor, he stopped at a window and looked down to the grounds below. It was a long way down, that's what he could tell. "Do it", a voice whispered in his head. "Your parents hate you, your friends only like you because you're Pureblood, because you have wealth. What's there to live for if your life is full of lies and fake friends? What about a fake boyfriend? Ron doesn't love you for you, he loves you for your wealth! It's all he wants. He wants the riches of your family. Just do it. Jump. You know you want to!"

"SHUT UP!" Blaise bellowed but then started to cry. He leaned his back against the wall to the side of the window and sank down to the floor with his hands gripping his hair. He cried and cried, feeling utterly worthless and really thinking deeply about what the voice in his head had told him. He didn't want to be here. He doesn't deserve to be at Hogwarts, he told himself. What's the use anyway if he...

He let more tears run down his face as he pictured himself jumping out of the window, the glass breaking round him on the window and he falls fast, down to the ground and as he hit the floor, darkness and the feeling of nothing. Everything was black. He blinked and tried to think that thought away, but it was just too hard to forget. What the sodding hell! Why was he thinking of committing suicide?

But the thought really sounded amusing. To just leave the world he lives in. To not exist. To not feel anything. Is there such thing as heaven? Or the afterlife? He swiftly looked up ahead of him as he heard a noise. Someone was coming. He cannot risk being found out. He got up and rushed off, all he knew where his feet were taking him was up. Five minutes later, he realized he was at the top of the Astronomy Tower.

He questioned himself as to why he was up here. Does his own body and soul want him to commit suicide? Merlin, he feels utterly worse now. Fine, he thought to his own body. If that's what you want, then fine.

He walked to the edge, hands pressed down and curled on the railings and looked down at the deep drop below him. It's only one jump, then it's over. He broke down into more sobs. What was he doing? No. He just couldn't do this. Not tonight. Maybe before going back home? Yes, that sounds like an excellent plan. But can he wait that long?

He wiped his leaking eyes on his sleeve and made his way back down to the Slytherin Dungeons and to the dorm room. Once inside, he didn't disturb the sight of Neville and Theodore making out on Theo's bed, nor Crabbe, Draco and Goyle getting themselves into bed. He just surrounded himself inside his bed with the curtains all shut around him and tried to get some sleep even if it's been hard with that too. He just couldn't sleep. Not for long hours though. The longest this year that he's been without sleep was for about four hours. Four bloody hours! He mostly gets two or one hours of sleep at night these days. It just gets so bloody tiring. Can't he have a good night's sleep just once? No, it seems unlikely. It really sucked. And so, he just listened to everyone else fall asleep and he just lay there, looking up at the ceiling of his 4-poster.

*****

"How did your Career Advice appointment go with Snape?" Harry asked Draco as soon as he sat down at the Slytherin table. He stole an English breakfast crumpet from Draco's plate with a mischievous grin.

Draco shrugged and smiled at his cheeky boyfriend. "Probably could have gone better," he said and looked down at his half-eaten breakfast crumpet with lemon jam. "He spent the hour yelling at me about you." He shook his head, "I have no idea why he hates you so much."

Harry hesitated, he hadn't told Draco about the Pensieve memories and how badly his own father had treated Snape. Talking to Lupin and Sirius had helped only a little. "I think it goes back to my father," he finally agrees to tell him a little. "They really hated each other in school."

Draco looked at Harry and laughed. He was so glad Harry's father wasn't into men, into Snape. What would a Harry Snape look like then? He doesn't know if he wants to find out. He loves his Harry James Potter, the son of Lily Evans and James Potter. "We hated each other and look where we are now."

Harry grinned, "Well, I think we should both be grateful that my father and Snape did not solve their differences like we have." He hesitated and buttered up the English breakfast crumpet he had. "So, no career guidance, just yelling?"

Draco shook his head and poured himself some apple juice. "He thinks I should go into Potions," he said, giving a slight grimace at the thought. It honestly doesn't sound too bad but how would he deal with a whole classroom of children?

"You don't want to do that?" asked Harry, a little confused about how his boyfriend wouldn't get a career with something he is good with. He knows how good Draco is in Potions. "You are excellent in Potions."

Draco shrugged again. He doesn't mind the thought of becoming a Potion's master. "In Pureblood families, usually the father searches for a job for their son or daughter," he explains. "But teaching Potions does sound fun."

Harry shook his head in disbelief. Why do pureblood families have so many damn rules? "You'll just do whatever he says?"

"Well, it depends on what he decides, of course," said Draco, looking at the tiny holes on the crumpets with an uneasy expression on his face. He didn't want his own father to tell him what he should do with his life. "If he says Death Eater, I will politely decline."

"You think he will?" asked Harry, aware that Mr Malfoy could get Draco a job in the Ministry somewhere that's very high up in the ranks. He bit into his crumpet and sighed out of his nose at the taste of it melting in his mouth.

"I've given up trying to predict my father, but it is best not to worry about it." Draco drowned his juice before looking at Harry, "When is your appointment?"

"Tomorrow," Harry said, smiling at him and thought about what McGonagall could tell him. What job recommendations would she be willing to suggest him. "Do you suppose I should have more ambition than just living past the age of 17?" He hoped that didn't come out bad.

"Harry..." Draco shook his head sadly. He doesn't want to even think of that. To change the topic, he said, "You probably should plan to do something. You are only going to be able to ride on that 'Boy Who Lived' role for so long."

"I was thinking of Auror," Harry said as he saw how uncomfortable Draco was from the other topic. "But I have other options like teaching DADA here at Hogwarts since I am so good at it." He felt a little guilty now that he had said something that sounded like he meant suicide. Hell, he hasn't even thought about that. Not since... after Cedric's death which he still blames himself for. Just a little less than he had before. "

Draco looked at him and just nodded, "I can see you being an Auror." But he could also see the slight frown on his boyfriend's face.

"You can?" Harry tried to sound surprised, he didn't know how well he did. Just the thought of Cedric's death and how it was caused by him made his self-esteem lower a little and his depression rise to the front of his mind.

"You can think on your feet, you do what needs to be done without backing down," the Slytherin explained why Harry would be a good Auror. He has more to say but used the main reasons for his explanation. "Of course, you are rubbish at Potions. You would really need to work on that."

Harry grimaced. He knows how terrible he is, he doesn't want it rubbed in. He feels a lot worse now. To make the Slytherin beside him not worry about him, he continued with the topic, "I know, maybe you could help? Snape never will."

Draco nodded with a smile. At least Harry hadn't gone all mopey and wanted to leave breakfast alone. He knew how he could make his boyfriend smile, "I could be persuaded, with proper incentives."

Harry forced a laugh. "Why do I think those incentives won't involve the usual kind of payments?" he asks while thinking of Draco getting what he wants by sex and blowjobs with him instead of just kisses here and there.

"Because you know me very well," Draco said as he leaned in to kiss him. Harry kissed back slowly, but it only made him feel a little better. It didn't help him that much though. He leaned out of the kiss and tried not to let that familiar frown come across his features. Gosh, why does even the smallest of insults and thinking of that night in the Graveyard really push at him?

He stared back into silver irises and sighed deeply. He just had to get away now. He gave Draco one last kiss, giving as much love to the kiss as he could before getting off the seat and walking out of the Great Hall, leaving a worried blonde Slytherin watching him go.

As he entered the Gryffindor common room, he noticed Dean, Seamus and a couple of other students surrounding the notice board. What knew Educational degree is there now? He walked up to the noticeboard and stood behind his dormmates. Another pathetic rule about how boys and girls should be... at least eight inches away from each other.

Seamus looked behind him and moved to the side a little so Harry could read the noticeboard. He placed a hand on his fellow Gryffindor's shoulder and smirked. "Jokes on her! Does she even know there are gay couples in Hogwarts? They can snog each other all they want, and the straight couples can't even be close to their lovers. How dumb is this toad woman!"

Everyone surrounding the noticeboard except Harry began cackling in delight at what the Irish Gryffindor had said. And Harry just stared into space, not really caring about it as he made his way down to Godric's bedroom.

When inside the bathroom, he did his normal routine of grabbing his blade out of the tissue box from the cupboard. He rolled up his sleeve and made five cuts on his arm. He felt the immediate numbing sensation. Feeling slightly better, he put his blade back inside the tissue box in the cupboard and headed out of the bedroom. He hesitated when seeing the Slytherin door. It still hasn't been opened at all. Whatever lies in it could be either deadly or just a bedroom. Right now, he didn't want to find out, so he headed to Transfigurations.

-

Right after Transfigurations and finally telling Ron and Hermione about him giving Fred and George his winnings from the Twi-wizard tournament, Harry sighed with relief as he's been needing to tell them that for ages but just didn't have the time. And then Ron practically told everyone who matters in Gryffindor about it. And then he told Blaise, who told Pansy, who told Draco who already knows.

And then on the last weekend of May, the final match of the Quidditch season had taken place. Draco had met harry down at the Quidditch pitch and they decided to sit with one another on the Gryffindor stands. Even Pansy and Blaise had come to join them. Although, to Harry and Draco's concern, Blaise had been looking down. Really down. They didn't know what was up with the Italian Slytherin and wanted to ask what's wrong, but the muttering of all Hogwarts students would be too loud for them to hear what Blaise could have told them.

Draco turned to Harry and smiled at him while placing his arm on Harry's waist and pulling him close. He gave Harry a little kiss on the forehead which made the Gryffindor smile and said, "I heard what you did for those mischievous twins, my darling. I'm so very proud of you!"

Harry grinned with a slight blush and looked up into silver eyes. "Thanks, Draco," he said loudly over the many chattering students of Hogwarts and kissed him. "It's just what a good friend would do."

"It's no problem," Draco said as he pulled away from the kiss, his lips pink and warm from the number of kisses Harry gave him. "It's another reason why I love you, you're so kind, generous and truly a magnificent person on the inside and out."

Harry's blush reddened some more, and he leaned in for another kiss with a smile. Due to the cold weather, they clung to each other to keep themselves warm. The kiss they shared was just a slow and loving kiss but also it was to keep each other's lips warm from the chilly breeze. They broke out of the kiss as Lee Jordan began commentating that the round was starting.

"'Arry," said a Hoarse voice in Harry's ear. "'Ermione"

Harry and Draco looked up and saw Hagrid's bearded face beaming down at them from two rows above them. Hermione was with Pansy on the seats below Harry and Draco.

Draco kept a firm hold on Harry and placed his chin on Harry's shoulder to both keep him warm but also protect Harry from the chilly air.

"Can yeh please come with me?" Hagrid asked in almost a whisper, and he looked quite excited. "While ev'ryone's watching the match?"

Harry sighed. He just wants to watch his best mate try his best to win this match. And he wants to spend it with Draco. "Can't it wait, Hagrid? At least until the match is over?"

"No," said Hagrid, shaking his head. "It's got to be now ... while ev'ryone's lookin' the other way ... please?"

"Of course," Harry finally said with a sigh. Draco looked at him sadly, he doesn't want Harry to go. "Hermione and I will come." But before he left with Hermione and Hagrid, he turned around to look at Draco, but kept a close eye up at the Slytherin stands and noticed Umbridge wasn't there at all or anywhere in the vicinity of the Quidditch pitch. With a sigh of relief, he wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed him slowly but lovingly as he has no idea when he'll get back.

Draco smiled in the kiss and tightened his grip on Harry. Why did Hagrid have to come at this time and disturb his and Harry's time together?

Hermione sighed impatiently at the couple. Harry obviously heard the sigh from Hermione and slowly smiled in the kiss. He continued kissing Draco for a couple of seconds before pulling out with a sigh and leaning into a hug. "Love you, Draco."

Draco smiled, "Love you too, Harry," he responds quietly and quickly. "I will see you soon then." Harry nodded and leaned out of the hug but gave him a quick kiss before following Hagrid and Hermione out into the Forbidden Forest with a dreamy smile.

"So, 'Arry," Hagrid said with a smile down at the distant look in the boy's eyes. "How's that Slytherin bloke of yours?"

Nothing could take off the smile on Harry's face when talking about his lover. "He's amazing," he replies. "Really good."

"And yeh, 'Ermione?" asked Hagrid. "How's the lady goin'?"

Hermione smiled up at Hagrid as they headed deep into the forest. "Pansy's great!" she said gleefully. "She's a real doll."

After finding out that Hagrid has a giant in the Forbidden forest named Grawp, they headed back towards the Quidditch pitch, but it seemed that the match had ended. Harry spotter a gleam of whitish-blonde hair in the crowd returning to the castle, beamed and ran up to him. "DRACO!"

Draco turned around while walking up to the castle with Pansy to find whose voice that was. When he saw a flash of black hair in the distance, he smiled and walked up to him while manoeuvring around the other students. Pansy obviously saw where her best friend was looking and beamed when seeing Hermione.

Harry practically ran into Draco's arms for a hug and the Slytherin nearly fell over from the impact but laughed because of it.

"Missed me much?" asked Draco with a big smile and pressed a kiss to Harry's neck, and Harry sighs and closed his eyes.

Yes, because I thought I was going to be eaten by a giant, thought Harry with a chuckle. "Yes!" he beamed, snapping his eyes open and then he pulled him into a loving kiss.

"HARRY! HERMIONE!" shouted Ron with a smile while waving the silver Quidditch cup in the air. "WE DID IT! WE WON THE QUIDDITCH MATCH!"

Harry smiled while still kissing Draco at that news and deepened the kiss, and Draco sighed happily through his nose, his arms tightening around Harry's lean but toned body.

"HeRmIonE!" yelled Pansy with a smile as she skipped up to Hermione.

Hermione laughed at her girlfriend and was embraced in a hug that knocked her over onto the frosty grass. "PAnsYyYy!"

"By the way, guys," Ron said while looking through the crowds for a certain Italian Slytherin. "Where's Blaise?"

"I don't actually know," said Draco as he leaned out of the kiss with Harry, and he shrugged when he looked at the red-headed Weasley brother beside the two girls. "One minute he was at the stands, the next minute he was gone."

"Oh," said Ron, sounding a little disappointed. He didn't want to waste any time down here when he and his mates could be up at Gryffindor celebrating with bottles of Butterbeer. "Well, C'mon Hermione and Harry. We've got a Gryffindor party to look forward to!"

Harry groaned, not wanting to leave Draco and kissed his Slytherin lover again. Pansy and Hermione were still snogging on the wet grass.

Ron sighed, wondering if these couples will stop snogging each other's faces off. "Fine, I guess I'll see you both up in Gryffindor soon after all the Butterbeer is gone and the party is over." He hoped that would get them up their lazy arses. He didn't even mind if Draco were to come too.

"Wait!" yelled Harry, giving Draco one last hug and kiss before jogging after his best mate.

Ron smiled and looked down at the two girls openly snogging on the ground, and Hermione looked up from kissing Pansy and Pansy started kissing her neck. "Are you coming or not, Hermione?" asked Ron. "Oh, and Draco, you're celebrating too."

Draco smirked and wrapped his arms around Harry as he neared him. This was going to be one hell of a party that he will witness. How wild do these Gryffindor's get? He honestly cannot wait to see how wild Harry gets though. He knows for sure he would be dragging Harry up to the dormitories for a nice hard shag at some point during the night.

And during the Celebration Party, Draco was right about how wild he Gryffindor's get. They were dancing, shouting, throwing things around the room, playing games of Wizards chess which weren't too wild and he ended up beating a few Gryffindor's besides Ron. He tried talking to some of the Gryffindor's, but they were a little too busy dancing around the room like they're under the Tarantellegra spell.

He mainly stood by Harry or sat with him drinking Butterbeer, a lot of the time making out with him on the armchair near the fireplace and planting deep kisses all over Harry's neck. He even let Harry give him a hickey one time on his neck which he made sure wasn't noticeable by hiding it under his collar. He just enjoyed the celebration where he was with Harry and beating the Gryffindorks at Wizards Chess and Exploding Snap. And what was his prize for winning? Nothing actually. But the prizes were all made up for by Harry with blowjobs for the rest of the year.

And finally, after everyone was becoming tired from lack of energy from all the shouting and dancing, Harry pulled Draco up to the boy's dormitory and they made love slowly together on Harry's bed with the curtains around them shut, their hands twined together, their lips pressing together in a slow kiss, and their bodies rocking together until Draco emptied himself inside Harry and leaned down for a gentle kiss.

The Slytherin slowly pulls his softened cock out of Harry's arse, and he collapses down next to Harry's tired body, his hand moving over Harry's stomach and up to his neck where he plants a quick kiss too. He lies down, his head resting on Harry's pillow, and Harry rolls onto his side to snuggle up to him.

Draco moved his leg in between Harry's legs, and Harry gasps and bites his lip. Draco looks at him, tilting his head to the side and asks, "You didn't get to come, did you?"

Harry shakes his head and is immediately pushed down flat onto his back by Draco, and the only thing he sees and feels is Draco leaning down to his crotch area and a pale hand with long elegant fingers wrapping around his cock. He spreads his legs out wide and pushes himself up on his elbows to watch the whole thing. He groans, tilting his head back as Draco's tongue laps up at the little clit on the head of his cock, and then Draco's mouth descends down the shaft and Harry's getting the well-deserved blowjob he wants.

Minutes later after torturous licking, deepthroating and sucking, Harry is spilling thickly into Draco's mouth and the Slytherin lets the taste of Harry's semen roll on his tongue before opening his mouth to show Harry and then swallowing it down. Harry smirked at how dirty Draco can be but who was he to say that when he's done the same thing?

"Come on, Harry," Draco whispers as he sits up and reaches for his clothes. "We're sleeping in the Slytherin dorms tonight. I don't want to hear any moaning coming from Dean and Seamus tonight. We both know they like to get bonkers after a celebration." Harry grins and nods.

-

An hour later after the celebration party, Ron went looking for Blaise but couldn't find him anywhere. His last guess would be the Slytherin dungeons, so he checked there. He finally found him in the dormitory on his bed. The only other persons in the dorm were Draco and Harry who was silently sleeping together with smiles on their faces.

"Blaise!" Ron whispered with his own smile and sat down on his boyfriend's bed. But as brown eyes looked up into his own eyes, he could see something familiar that concerned him. He was about to ask if he was okay, but Blaise cut him off.

"Ron," said Blaise expressionlessly while looking deep into blue eyes. "I love you."

Ron's jaw dropped a little at those words coming from his boyfriend's mouth and his heart started fluttering in his chest. He's never ever had that said to him by Blaise, not ever. He didn't even think Hermione or Pansy said those three powerful words to each other either. He's only heard Harry and Draco say that to each other.

Then he saw tears built up in Blaise's eyes. It's something he's never seen before and it broke his heart to have to witness. "Hey," he said softly with a worried smile and intertwined hands with him. "I-, I love you too, Blaise Zabini."

Blaise let the tears fall down his face. Next thing he knew Ron was hugging him close to his chest. He then broke down and cried, muttering nonsense to his boyfriend and really feeling something pull deep inside him when Ron said those words back to him. He really felt like he could tell this man anything, anything about his life but he just doesn't want him to worry anymore as he knows the red-haired Gryffindor has his own problems to deal with.

"What's the matter, Blaise?" asked Ron while scenting such a familiar smell from Blaise that he has smelt before. Musky cologne and a faint coppery smell.

"I'm fine," Blaise muttered weakly with a frown. He itched at his cuts from the lie he had just told as he felt guilty for lying to his lover.

Ron noticed that gesture. That very familiar gesture and frowned worriedly. He has noticed Blaise has been looking quite down lately, but he just couldn't pick up when it first started. "Blaise, please! Can you tell me what's wrong?"

Blaise shook his head and wiped his eyes with his sleeves. Ron's face paled at the disturbing sight on his boyfriend's arm as his sleeve moved up from the gesture. He sniffed and felt his own eyes well up with tears.

Blaise froze at the realisation of what just happened. He yanked his sleeve back down and frowned at Ron's concerned expression.

Ron carefully reached over and grabbed Blaise's arm, slowly pulling up the sleeve while glancing up at his boyfriend's teary face. His face had paled even more at the many lines of cuts his own boyfriend had made in secret without him knowing. He looked Blaise deeply in the eyes, leaned forward and kissed him. Merlin knows that this wonderful bloke needs it!

"Tell me, Blaise," Ron says as he leans away from the short kiss. "What's wrong? What made you do this to yourself? You can talk to me, trust me."

And that was when Blaise broke down into sob again. He told Ron everything that happened over the holidays, but he was muttering everything and didn't think Ron would know what he was talking about. But Ron knew exactly what Blaise was talking about as he could read the Slytherin's lips, thanks to Fred and George teaching him when he was younger. Blaise could see the anger burning in Ron's face when talking about his parents.

Blaise's crying eventually got to the point where it was loud enough to disturb the crickets of the night. Draco then woke up. His eyes adjusting to the room and the first thing he saw was his boyfriend fast asleep in his arms. He smiles and presses a light kiss to Harry's temple. But when looking over Harry's head, he sees his best friend crying into Ron's chest. He slowly removed Harry's hand from his waist, though he smiled at how clingy Harry can get. He quietly got out of bed, nearly falling on the floor as his foot got tangled in the sheets but he managed to get free and walk over to his best friend.

"Blaise..." he said softly with a frown. As Blaise looked up at him, he immediately felt his own tears in his eyes as he saw the cuts on his friend's arms. They weren't anything new, Harry's were a little worse. He focused his attention back on his best friend and sat down to hug him. He looked up at the red-haired Gryffindor and asked what's the matter with his best friend.

Ron told Draco exactly what Blaise had told him. And by then, as Blaise continued sobbing, Draco's tears were falling down his face at what was secretly going on in his best friend's life.

"We can go and talk to Severus about this, Blaise," Draco told him carefully. When Ron looked up at him to protest, he shook his head. "Harry talks to Severus about his problems too so there's nothing to worry about. He's been doing it since before the Christmas Holidays. It does help him, I can see his progress a little and trust me, talking helps."

Blaise shook his head. "I don't want to talk," he sobbed quietly. "I don't deserve the help."

Draco sighed deeply; he's heard those familiar words come out of Harry's mouth. "Please, Blaise? At least try it out?" he asked of him gently. "Do it for Ron! Do it for me and Harry and Pansy. Ron can even come with you to see Severus."

Ron looked at the blonde Slytherin and Draco knew that Ron wouldn't want to even go near the Potion's professor. 'Please, Ron!' Draco mouthed to him.

Ron thought about it for a moment. As much as he hates Snape, if this will help Blaise then he'll do it for him. He gave the Slytherin a nod and Draco smiled sadly at him. "Let's go to sleep, Blaise. We can talk more about this tomorrow."

"Okay," said Blaise with a sniffle. He didn't want to go to bed at all, but he will for Ron. As he lay his head down on his pillows and Ron snuggled up to him on the bed, he started slowly calming down and falling into a restless sleep.

Draco smiled sadly at them and went back to his own bed. He slides back in bed, places an arm around Harry's waist, and Harry twists his torso around to look sleepily at his boyfriend. "Go back to sleep, Harry," he whispers while hoping desperately that Blaise will get through everything.

"Where did you go?" Harry asks and his voice was a barely audible whisper. Draco just shushed him and told him again to go to sleep, and Harry slowly nods and leans his face towards him for a slow goodnight kiss.

*****

Harry woke up in Draco's bed, finding it without Draco which made it feel undoubtedly empty. Where were his Slytherin and the warmth Draco's body gave him? He reached for his wand on Draco's bedside table and cast a Tempus and realised there were only twenty minutes left until class. Shit! He quickly got up, dressed in his robes but then as he looked up the only window with a window seat in the dormitory, he spotted who he needed who was still wearing his green silk pyjamas.

Draco was seated on the grey window seat, his body facing to the left of the room, his legs up onto the seat, his arms wrapped loosely around his legs and the side of his body leaning on the glass of the window while his head just stared out into the depths of the Black Lake; he hadn't even seen Harry yet. Draco's white-blonde hair had a greenish gleam to it on one side and Harry walked over and smiled at the beautiful sight in front of him.

The thing that worried Harry the most was the tear trails that ran down his boyfriend's cheeks. He sat down next to Draco's feet, reached over and wiped at the Slytherin's cheeks to rid of the falling tears.

Draco then looked beside him at Harry, the tears just kept coming. "Ha-rry," his voice sounded broken and that made Harry frown. Harry then grabbed Draco by the ankles and pulled him towards him. The Slytherin chuckled sadly as his arse dragged against the seat towards Harry, and his legs threaded through Harry's arms and around his waist. Harry's legs just rested beside Draco's waist and he embraced his boyfriend in a tight hug and sighed deeply. Why was his Slytherin crying? Why had his Slytherin been crying?

Like Draco could tell what Harry was thinking, he said," Blaise..." He felt like he couldn't say anything more. It was hard to talk about. His best friend had been depressed for ... whoever knows how long, and he didn't even see it at all. Well, he could see how down his fellow Slytherin was but thought it had something to do with the O.W.L.S. coming up and how stressful it was. He feels utterly miserable now. How come he never saw the actual signs! What he really needs is Harry.

"My beautiful Draco," Harry said with a frown and leaned out of the hug. He stared into those beautiful silvery eyes and wiped away the falling tears from his boyfriend's face. What was this about Blaise? What happened overnight while he was sleeping? "Tell me what's wrong."

Draco let out a sob and cuddled up to Harry. He knows he can talk to Harry about anything, but does Blaise want another person to know about his struggles? Perhaps, since Harry has struggled with his depression for years, he can also help Blaise as well as Severus. And so, he told Harry everything that Ron had told him about Blaise, what Blaise goes through, what his parents have done, everything that makes him suffer. But by the end of telling it all, Draco was just sobbing quiet buckets of tears.

"Shh!" Harry whispered and places little kisses here and there over Draco's face. He whispered calming words into his boyfriend's ears, telling him that it's not his fault for not noticing it all, telling him that Blaise will get through this. He even told him Blaise can come to one of his therapy appointments with Severus every Wednesday. He actually wouldn't mind Blaise being there at all, it would make it easier to bond with him and create a healthier friendship with him as well as Severus.

Something deep inside of him was telling him that it was his fault Blaise was like this. Voldemort returned to flesh and blood because of him. Cedric died because of him. All the Death Eaters are regrouping again because of him. All the Death Eaters are forcing their sons and daughters to join Voldemort because of him, and Blaise was abused because of him. Merlin, now he feels really penitent. He tried to take that thought away for the future as right now he needed to comfort and give love to Draco.

"Draco... right now, I think it's best to go to Severus to have the day off," Harry suggests while rubbing soothing circles over the Slytherin's back. "I'll stay with you too. Ron and Blaise will stay together for the rest of the day as well. Don't you think that's a good idea? I don't want you failing any subject by not concentrating because of this."

"Okay," Draco sobbed and tightened his grip on Harry as if he could disappear in a blink of an eye. He didn't want Harry leaving him. "Don't leave me..."

Harry sighed deeply and kissed Draco's cheek. Why would his Slytherin prince even think he'd leave him alone? "I'm not going anywhere, Draco," he shook his head and raised his hand to cup Draco's chin. "Come with me to see Severus. We have Potions first anyway and it's not far to walk to the classroom."

It took a while to get Draco off the seat by his sluggishness, but Harry managed it. He walked arm in arm with Draco to Professor Snape's Potion classroom which only took a couple of minutes to get there. When they got there, however, the class had already started.

"You're both late, Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy!" Snape snapped and glared at the latecomers. Why was his godson still in his pyjamas?

Every Gryffindor and Slytherin in the classroom turned their heads to look at the two. Humiliation reddened Draco's cheeks as he remembers he was still wearing his silky green pyjamas.

"A word please, Professor Snape," said Harry softly while keeping a firm grip on Draco's arm. He too felt a little humiliated but felt humiliated at himself for not getting Draco to dress into his robes instead of just rushing to class.

Snape still glared at the two, but as he saw a tear fall down his godson's face, he knew this had to be urgent. "Yes... of course," he said to the Gryffindor latecomer. He then looked around his classroom, "Everyone commence reading page 563 while I'm absent."

"Yes, professor," a low chorus of voices were heard around the room.

Without hesitation, the Potions professor exited his classroom and followed Harry and Draco out into a corridor. The two boys sat down on a stone seat, Draco looking down at the floor with a frown while Harry embraced his boyfriend in a tight hug and kissed Draco's forehead.

"Enlighten me, boys," started Snape while crossing his arms over his chest. He was thoroughly disappointed in these two. "Wherefore are you tardy for class?"

"Can we have the day off, sir?" Harry asked whilst ignoring the real reason they were late. "As well as Blaise and Ron." And Draco started silently sobbing again in his arms but kept his face hidden in Harry's robes so he doesn't look silly.

"Why?" Snape asked while looking worriedly at his godson. He hardly sees his godson crying. "What transpired to cause my godson who's as strong as a horse to weep?"

Harry looked at his sobbing boyfriend and as he got a nod from Draco, he sighed deeply and said, "Blaise needs help, professor." The professor merely raised an eyebrow. "We found him last night... crying. He's suffering, sir. H-"

"-He's suicidal!" Draco interrupted with a sob, getting right to the point.

Snape looked at them both in disbelief. How could Blaise Zabini be suicidal? Don't his parents give him the life of a royal? But then again, he's noticed how the boy has been looking quite down lately. But he just reckoned it's because of the O.W.L.S. since many students are getting so stressed out about it.

"Can Blaise join me in my therapy appointments with you, Professor?" asked Harry suddenly though he knows the therapy appointment would just be about Blaise more than himself and how he's feeling every day. But it would be best to help Blaise more since his problem is recent.

Snape just looked at him. Eventually, he nodded. Why not have another person in the session instead of making up another time during the week to have one? "For Sure. However, that's merely if Mr Zabini would intend to. Regarding the class dismissal of the day, I'll allow you to endure this one off."

"Thank you, professor," Harry said with relief. He would hate that Draco would have to have to go to class. Or even Blaise. It would be so worse for Blaise as he knew from his own experiences and feelings when suicidal. He understands Blaise. He understands how much he just wants to stay in bed all day and sleep the day away and hopefully just stay asleep the entire week or more.

"Presently to make matters obvious, that doesn't imply you to go away to Hogsmeade," Severus said clearly. "You remain in the castle." Harry nodded at him. Draco kept staring at the floor. "Pursue with me." The boys sluggishly followed their professor back to the Potions classroom. But they didn't enter. Draco didn't want to humiliate himself anymore.

Snape strolled into his classroom and turned around swiftly as he was in the front, "Class Dismissed.

Hermione raised her hand, and Snape glanced at her, "But professor, we still have an hour and 45 minutes left until class finishes."

"Class dismissed!" the Potion's professor stated again.

Hermione sighed. Pansy placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder as she knew her girlfriend wanted to study some more. They both packed up their things and headed out of the classroom.

"Dray?" asked Pansy worriedly as she and Hermione just stepped out of the room and saw the tear trails on her best friend's cheeks. "Oh, Draco, what is wrong?"

Harry shook her head at her. It's not the time to talk about things right now where Blaise is in need of direct help. "Not today, Pansy. Please."

Pansy raised a slow eyebrow at him. Has he forgotten that she's Draco's best friend? "I'm his best friend, Harry. I should know-"

"Ms Parkinson," Snape scowled in annoyance. He doesn't want to be wasting time when he could be helping someone. "You and Ms Granger head to the Library! I have important matters to discuss with some Slytherin's."

That just made Pansy and Hermione curious and a little worried. But they did as they were told and made their way to the library to study.

"You two," Snape said to Draco and Harry. "Enter. Now." He strolled into his classroom and sat at his desk. He opened all his drawers to find the sheet of parchment and finally, under half a dozen sheets of examinations he still needs to finish writing, he found the 'Immediate Student Day Off' parchment document. He quickly wrote the names of the four boys who need the day off and signed it by himself. Circling the word 'emergency', he gave the Gryffindor the parchment and ushered them out of the classroom and down to the Slytherin Dungeons.

Harry stared at the parchment intriguingly. He's never seen this type of parchment document before. He was sure McGonagall didn't have one of these, but he could be wrong.

When entering the Slytherin common room, Snape took no hesitancy when heading towards the 5th year's boys' dormitories. And as he entered the dormitory, his eyes trailed to the boys lying down on Zabini's bed. He looked down at Mr Weasley and Mr Zabini sleeping peacefully, but he could see how tired Blaise looked. Merlin, the boy needed his sleep. He didn't want to wake the two, but he tried to wake up Weasley first.

Harry and Draco made their way to Draco's bed and sat down at the end. But Harry patted Draco's pillow, knowing the Slytherin needs some more rest. Eventually, Draco crawled up to his pillows and lay down. Harry kissed his forehead in appreciation, which gave him a little smile from his boyfriend, and hopped in bed with him. He pulled up the sheets and blanket, so they covered both him and Draco up to their chest. Draco snuggled up to Harry, feeling protected and loved even if he feels quite sad. And Harry placed his arms around Draco, wanting the Slytherin to fall asleep so he can catch up on sleep.

Ron sneezed in his sleep, and the sneeze hit Snape's face, causing the man to scrunch up his face and close his eyes in disgust.

Snape wiped at his face with his sleeve, muttering about how teenagers carry a lot of germs. He flicked his finger on Weasley's forehead, causing the boy to wake up.

Ron woke up immediately and as he opened his eyes, he screamed at the disturbing sight looking at him. "AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Snape took a step back from the screaming boy. What is this boy's problem? "Mr Weasley! Calm yourself!"

Ron stopped screaming at once. He didn't mean to. It's just when waking up and seeing your scary dungeon bat of a professor looking down at you when waking up is very creepy. But then he remembered last night. He looked down at Blaise with a frown and pushed the Slytherin's hair up above his forehead. He planted a light kiss on his sleeping boyfriend's forehead.

Snape rolled his eyes at the couple. But what caught his eyes are the couple on Draco's bed. He watched Harry play with his godson's hair and could tell Draco was slowly falling asleep.

Harry smiled at Severus as he noticed the Professor looking their way. It was still strange to see a smile on the man's face, but it was a good change to see every now and then. When he knew Draco had fallen asleep as his breathing became slower and his grip on him had loosened, he also tried to fall asleep as Severus began talking to Ron and Blaise.

*****

Harry was dreading June not just because of the looming menace of the O.W.L.s but also because Draco's birthday was rapidly approaching, and he was stumped as to what he could give him. He had been banned from going to Hogsmeade and he couldn't order anything by mail.

An idea slowly formed in his head during Astronomy class one night, as he stared up at the night's sky and heard the music of the crickets. The solution finally came when Hermione announced that she was participating in the Ravenclaw's annual O.W.L. All Night Cram Session and that she expected Harry and Ron both to participate.

Ron hemmed and hawed as long as he could, but finally agreed. He wanted to bring Blaise though, just so he can keep a close eye on him.

Harry shook his head, "I can't," he tells her and hopes she will understand his reasoning as to why he doesn't want to study. "I'm not going to spend an entire night in Ravenclaw with Cho glaring at me."

Ron looked at him in disbelief, "What do you mean you aren't going, mate!? I wouldn't have said yes if I knew you weren't going!" The bloody bastard!

Hermione glared at Ron but turned to look at Harry, "Promise me that you'll spend the day studying," she asked kindly of him. "If you are going to apply for Auror training, you have to do really well on the exams."

"Hermione, it's Draco's birthday that Friday!" Harry reminded her with a slight frown. Well, she didn't know when his birthday was. There's just no way he'd miss out on Draco's birthday.

"Well, at least study on Thursday," Hermione said in a rather soft and pleading way. All she wants is for her best friend to pass his O.W.L.S. "Please?"

Harry groaned and looked to the floor, "Fine..."

Hermione smiled, "Thank you, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes at his bushy-haired friend. But then as he knew he can't order anything because of Umbridge, he hoped he can count on Hermione to order Draco's presents for him. "Hermione, do you think you'll be able to order a few somethings for me? It's for Draco's birthday."

"Sure!" said Hermione, she sounded quite excited at finding out what her best friend wants to get his lover. She gets curious about these things. It's Pansy's thing to be curious so it rubbed off on her. "What is it you need me to order?"

Harry whispered the gifts in Hermione's ear.

That morning, he snuck into the Slytherin common room and found both Draco and Pansy sitting on the black lounge chairs talking. Harry crept up behind the chair Draco was on, leaned down and wrapped his arms over the blonde Slytherin's chest and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Morning, beautiful."

Draco felt himself blush raw red and looked up at Harry with a smile, "Morning, gorgeous. What are you doing here on this fine morning?"

Harry walked around the chair and sat next to Draco, leaning into him and the Slytherin wrapped his arms around Harry. "It's your birthday on Friday, so I-"

"Oh, Merlin!" Pansy squealed in delight. She hoped there was going to be another birthday celebration like last year. That day she remembers was so fun! "Is there going to be another surprise birthday party for our dear Draco?"

Harry chuckled and shook his head at her. It's no surprise birthday. Maybe on Draco's seventeenth, they'll have a real celebration where there's alcohol involved. "Even if there were, it would not be a surprise any more thanks to you, Pansy."

"You are utterly welcome, Harry," Pansy said with a smirk. It was a shame there wasn't going to be another party for Draco. "Anyway, do enlighten us about what you'll do for Draco's birthday."

"Yeah," Draco said intriguingly. He'd love to know what he'll get even though he would want it to be a surprise. "Do tell us, my darling Harry."

"Nope," Harry said, smiling and shaking his head at them. He just wants to see the surprised look on Draco's face when he gives him the presents. "Not going to tell. A present is called a present for a reason, my love. The same goes with a surprise."

Draco sighed and kissed him. "Now will you tell me?" he asks and thinks kisses are the key for Harry to open up and tell him but Harry shook his head. Draco kissed him again. "Now?" Harry shook his head. Draco kissed him again and again until Harry began laughing.

When Harry finally stopped laughing, he whispered into Draco's ear, "Meet me in the LSR in the morning on your birthday. I will not give any hints, it's a surprise." He looked at Pansy, "And it's not a surprise birthday party."

Pansy sighed and laid down on the couch, looking up at the roof of the common room. She wishes it were, but a girl can dream.

Draco smiled at his best friend, then looked down at Harry and kissed him. A movement on the other side of the common room makes him look up. His other best friend, Blaise Zabini, had just walked out of the hallway that leads to the dormitories. Draco frowned as he knew what happened in his best friend's life that made him so miserable.

*****

Draco came whistling through the Library's secret room. Harry sat up with a smile from where he was waiting for him. "Happy birthday!" he said with a nervous smile.

Draco smiled at him. He couldn't wait to know what he got. "So, what do you have planned this year?"

Harry took Draco's hand and led him to the dresser where the music player was. "I was hoping we could dance together," he said, thinking about the songs they could dance to. "I've missed dancing with you."

"I'd love to dance with you, Harry," Draco said as he put his arms around Harry, ready for a dance. "Thank you for this, for putting time and effort into whatever else you have planned for me."

Harry pointed his wand at the music recorder, levitating a disc into it and began playing I cross my heart. He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. "You are very welcome, Draco Malfoy."

Draco ran his hands down Harry's torso and stepped forward, forcing Harry to move with him. Their bodies were tight together, but they moved as one. Draco led them around the room, the beat of the music setting the pace. They only stopped when the disc popped out of the music player, either it was broken or that was the only song on it. Harry sighed and changed the disc's around.

"Oh, and your first birthday gift," Harry walked behind the chair, hid the large present behind his back and walked back up to Draco. He smiled, kissed him, and revealed what he got Draco.

Draco's eyes widened at the octagon black box with a black ribbon on it. He opened up the lid to find a rectangular scotch glass with his name Draco Malfoy carved into it. He laughed joyfully at that little gift.

"I know you're not seventeen yet, the age to legally drink supervised by an adult, but I wanted to have you prepared for when we do have our first drink together," Harry said and was hoping the gift was alright. But that wasn't all he got him.

"Merlin, I love you," Draco laughed and hugged him tightly before sitting on the side of the couch. He put the glass on the table beside him and grabbed out his other gift from inside. He gasped at the 3D lamp yellow outline of him and Harry smiling at each other. Though, he didn't know it was a lamp. He remembers exactly what day and where it was taken. Malfoy Manor during the Christmas Holidays. "Thank you again, Harry."

"Happy birthday, my love," Harry says and kissed Draco's cheek. "Oh, and I know you already have that Moon lamp I gave you but I just had to get you another one because you light up my world, Draco." The Slytherin snorted at that cheesy compliment and Harry just smiled.

Harry moved towards Draco, sat on the Slytherin's lap and kissed him. He moved his hands up to the blonde's hair while swiping his tongue across those warm lips of Draco Malfoy's. Draco leaned out, placing the lamp on the table and smirked at the sudden thought they could be doing as he zipped his pants zipper down.

Harry placed his hand over Draco's which began to unbutton the top button and shook his head. He moved Draco's hand away from the zipper, zipped him back up, pushed his grey shirt up and kissed the Slytherin just above the pants line whilst not looking away from silver eyes. Draco smiled down at his teasing Gryffindor and pulled him into a kiss.

Harry kissed back, a sudden dark feeling came back and tried pushing him back down into his depression, but he fought it hard while kissing Draco. The blonde Slytherin was like a Patronus to him, chasing his dark thoughts and feelings away with this beautiful light that shines brightly in the dark. He didn't want to feel depressed today, especially if it was his boyfriend's birthday and he wanted the day to be memorable like every other day he spends with the blonde. As he withdrew out of the kiss, he crawled around and sat behind Draco on the top of the couch.

Draco laid back on Harry, thinking it would be a little cuddling session, but he was wrong as the Gryffindor's hands started massaging his shoulders. He's never been massaged like this before, so this was new to him and he really liked it.

Harry kept massaging Draco's shoulders while placing light kisses on the crook of the Slytherin's neck. They stayed like that for the rest of the morning, but occasionally got up and continued dancing to a list of songs from the '80s and when they got tired, they cuddled together on the couch.

With a flick of his wand and the charm "Accio Shakespeare Book!", the book that was deep inside Harry's book bag came zooming out and landed in his hands. He handed it to Draco with a smile.

"What's this?" asked Draco as he studied the cream coloured book with the title 'Shakespeare' in large red bold letters. He sat up and turned to face Harry, "What's Shakespeare?"

"William Shakespeare was an English playwright, poet, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's greatest dramatist," said Harry and leaned over to kiss Draco's forehead with a wide smile. How does he not know this? The Slytherin melted in his embrace and moved closer to him so their knees and thighs touched. "This is one of his many works. One of his most famous books is Romeo and Juliet about two people who fell in love."

Draco looked up at Harry and smiled, he was deeply in love with Harry James Potter and knew by the first sight that he fell for him even if he tried to hide it with the Malfoy Mask. He brought his hand up and caressed the Gryffindor's cheek. "Thank you," he said and placed his hands around the Gryffindor's neck and leaned in for a kiss.

It was just a slow and innocent kiss until Harry leaned out and said, "I figured you'd like it as it has a lot of poems and stuff you'd like. Even your mother and father might like a few of Shakespeare's writings."

Draco looked back at the large cream coloured book and opened it to a random page. He smiled as he knew it was on the love poems section of the book. "I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest," he read from the book but really, he meant every word he said to Harry.

Harry leaned down and kissed him. He knew how romantic Shakespeare's writings are, but when Draco says something from the book, it really makes his heart flutter and skip a beat and the message really sinks into his heart.

As it was lunchtime, Harry whistled as he had another surprise, and Dobby popped into the room.

Dobby smiled when seeing the two boys snuggling on the couch and clicked his fingers three times, a small round black and green frosted cake appeared on the table beside the couch as well as a plate of fried kosher dill pickles with horseradish sauce in a small white bowl.

"Thank you, Dobby," Harry said with an appreciative smile as he looked at Draco's favourite meal lying on the table. He just hoped the Slytherin liked mint chocolate chip cake.

Draco licked his lips and groaned from the familiar delicious smell. His mouth was watering, and he just wanted to begin eating already.

"Anything else, Harry Potter, sir?" Dobby asked, he sounded quite calm and nothing like his usual excited self. It was almost like he was a butler after all.

"Um... two plates, a knife and two spoons please?" asked Harry kindly. He didn't want to eat with his hands and he knew Draco didn't want that either. Especially the cake. Who eats cake with their hands? Well... there's Dudley.

Draco turned his head around and kissed Harry's cheek as a thank you for the new surprise. He honestly doesn't know how Harry can come up with all these ideas for his birthday. He realized he has to do so much better for Harry's birthday but how? How can he compete with Harry on this task?

Harry smiled down at Draco before hearing another 'pop' and looked around the room not seeing a little house elf anywhere. He looked back over to the table and saw a knife, two plates and two spoons sitting on the table. "Erm, lunch for two," He said with an embarrassed laughed.

"You are amazing, Harry," Draco said with a loving smile. He really feels as if he is falling in love with this Gryffindor wizard over and over again. His love for this guy is just so strong it probably could destroy Voldemort and anything evil that stands in their way.

"I'm really glad you like it," Harry said amiably. He just loves surprising Draco. "Now, enough talk and let's just enjoy your birthday lunch."

After lunch, there was still so much cake left and they both could not eat it all as they were stuffed. So, they decided to take it to Gryffindor tower. They entered through to the common room and all eyes looked up at them at the sudden delicious smell that engulfed the room.

"Who wants cake!" Harry yelled to the whole room.

Everyone in the room blinked at them, then they scrambled to their feet, placing books and quills down and began shouting, "ME!"

Draco laughed at everyone and began cutting slices once Harry put the cake down on a table. He duplicated the plates he and Harry used but scourgified them, so they were clean and began handing out cake to the hungry Gryffindor's.

George, with a mischievous grin planted on his face, stole two plates of cake for himself while Fred snickered at him.

Hermione Granger caught George in the act and shook her head disappointingly at him. But she questioned the twins as to why they were here when only months ago they left the school on broomsticks.

George ignored her and rushed up to his dormitory. It seemed the twins were working on something big but what were they doing in Hogwarts? And how come no professor has found out about their reappearance?