Draco and Harry stepped onto the platform of nine and three quarters with smiles as they held hands. They couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts so they could sneak away to visit the Library's secret room or the Willow tree if they have time. They hopped on the train, found an empty compartment, shut the blinds and door, and snuggled up to one another.

Harry sat on Draco's lap with his back against the wall and legs over the seats. He wrapped his arms around Draco's sides and sighed happily. Could this day get any better when you're sitting with the most beautiful man? Well, more like sitting on.

"Do you think we should tell Dumbledore about the secret bedrooms?" Draco asked and kissed Harry's cheek. He too was feeling mighty special. If it wasn't for the truce he made with Harry, he sure as hell would be stampeding this train to look for Harry and his friends to torment him and get Harry's attention just so he can look at Harry's handsome face and obsess about him later. The truce that brought him and Harry together. Slowly, but they got there.

"I'm not sure," Harry said with a shrug and an ambivalent look on his face. He did tell Dumbledore about the rooms, but only said it was a dream to his headmaster. He decided to make Draco laugh just for fun. But to also hear that beautiful heartwarming laugh again. "I mean, what if he finds bed sheets full of semen?"

Draco laughed and his hands explored up until they found Harry's dark messy hair and he ran his hands through Harry's hair gently. He didn't want to picture Dumbledore finding a bed full of his and Harry's semen. That'll actually be scary. He could do a whole DNA test and find out whose semen it belongs to. "We'll have to Scourgify the bed then, Harry. No big deal. He won't find any dead babies."

Harry moved his hand down Draco's chest slowly, wanting to feel the Slytherin's skin under his fingertips again even though they pretty much had sex more than three times a week. "To change that particular topic... who do you think will be the next Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" He didn't want to think about dead babies.

"I don't know, Harry," Draco said with a smile, shaking his head at ever knowing who the next DADA teacher will be. He rubbed his thumb over Harry's bottom lip repeatedly as Harry's hand trailed down south and that tightening feeling in his pants started. "It's always a mystery to us students."

Harry smiled back at the Slytherin and leaned forward to trail kisses down Draco's cheeks to his neck. "I love you," he whispered and kissed his neck sloppily like they were the only ones in the world. He bit into Draco's soft but salty neck.

"I love you too, Harry," Draco said in a shaky voice from the amount of love bite Harry was giving him. He leaned his head against the seat, so Harry had more room. As he felt Harry bite down harder on his neck, he felt his pants tighten a little more. He could feel the excitement down south. "Merlin. Are you going to rut against me now?"

Harry chuckled, hoisted a leg over Draco's legs until he sat on the Slytherin's lap and did just that. He could feel the Slytherin's hardness under him and it made him start to harden a little as Draco's body, whenever naked or not could always arouse him. Draco let out soft little moans that just made Harry rut faster and bite into the Slytherin's neck until he created a hickey that he felt satisfied with.

There was a pounding on the door. Both boys looked up at the compartment door and were glad the window curtains were down. Oh, what would they do if someone had seen them like this? It never happened the last time they made love on the Hogwarts Express two months ago.

Harry smirked and continued rutting on the Slytherin. He was loving the moans coming from Draco's beautiful mouth. He sucked on another part of Draco's neck as he wanted to create another hickey. Draco whimpered and wanted to just strip himself so he could feel Harry's beautiful sexy body on his own.

"Harry, Draco, are you in there?" asked a female voice that belonged to Harry's best friend Hermione Granger.

"No," Harry said with a smile and looked down at the buttons of Draco's trousers that he really wanted to undo so he can see Draco's meaty cock he loves and make love with it with his mouth. He could practically sense the knowing smile on Hermione's lips. "Is it you, isn't it, Hermione?"

"Yes, it's Hermione," Hermione said with a clear voice. "I'm sorry to ruin your...moment...but I just needed to tell you that the Prefect's meeting is on now."

"Oh, shoot!" Draco said quickly and looked at Harry, a frown made its way onto his face. He didn't want to go since he and Harry actually started something fun and exciting. "I've got to go, Harry," he said sadly, but he still had to get dressed into his school uniform. "I'll be out in a minute, Granger. I just need to get changed into school uniform."

"Draco, are you unclothed in there with Harry?" came the quiet voice of Pansy Parkinson, and who Draco could tell sounded very much smug.

"No, you idiot, I'm changing out of my day clothes into my school uniform," Draco corrected her with a smirk and an eye roll. His eyes found Harry's green ones and he smiled. "I would have been undressed fully if the two never disturbed us," his voice softened so only Harry could hear.

Harry grinned and pressed his hand to Draco's lap, crawling his fingers towards the bulge in Draco's pants. He didn't want Draco to go at all though. When will he come back to him? The Slytherin looked down at Harry's hand, and Harry tilted his head to the side and leaned in for a soft, and passionate kiss. Draco kissed back lovingly, but bit down on Harry's lip and chewed on it.

"I'll be out in a minute," Draco called out to Pansy and Granger after the breathtaking kiss with Harry, and he leaned away from his boyfriend to grab his trunk down from the rack. He closed the window curtain and took off his green sweater.

"Alright, just head down to the furthest carriage and that's where the other prefects would be," Hermione said to the compartment door before getting dragged by the arm down the train by Pansy.

Harry watched Draco undress himself slowly and sighed. An idea popped into his head and he grinned when crawling off the compartment floor to Draco and sat on his knees in front of the blonde. Draco raised an eyebrow as he took off his sweater and a long-sleeved t-shirt, and Harry got to unbuttoning Draco's trousers, zipping down the zipper and pulling down his pants to help him.

All in one next motion, Harry had pulled down Draco's white boxers and watched in memorisation as Draco's cock jumped out and pressed against the Slytherin's flat stomach. It was already leaking precome for Harry, and he licked his lips, wrapped his arms around the Slytherin's bottom and took the long slender cock into his mouth without a single warning. Draco groaned, though he expected it to happen, and his hands automatically find Harry's mess of hair and gripped onto it tightly while feeling Harry's lips push down his shaft. "Merlin, Harry..." It's one of the most spectacular feelings in the world.

Harry chuckled with his mouth around Draco's cock, and the vibrations of his mouth made the Slytherin moan. He descended his mouth down the shaft until his nose buried itself into Draco's groin with little blonde hairs there and he got a good sniff of his boyfriend's musky smell which went straight down to his own groin and gave him the need to have a hand down there stroking him or Draco's mouth. He pulled off all the way, curled his fingers around the base and tongued at the little slit where precome was leaking out from.

He licked up Draco's salty sweetness before taking him back in his mouth again. As he knew Draco didn't have that much time, he got to work in giving Draco's glorious cock the love it deserves until Draco's orgasm was roaring through him, and Harry's mouth was filling up with the Slytherin's semen. He didn't swallow it down. He actually pulled off Draco's cock and opened his mouth to show the Slytherin his mouth filled with his semen.

Draco blinked at Harry and his open mouth. He didn't know why seeing Harry's mouth filled with his own semen make him feel aroused and hard again. Damn Harry and his sexual ways. "Well, I can't leave until I've given you one too," he says to the Gryffindor who then eagerly swallows the sticky white semen down his throat. Merlin... "Sit down." His voice was commanding but gentle.

Harry gets up to his feet from the floor and sits down on the compartment seat behind him. He eagerly waits for Draco who was pulling up his boxers but quickly changing into his School Uniform. The only items he has forgotten to put on are his tie and robe, but to Harry, he looks damn sexy without one. Draco comes over, drops to his knees and doesn't even bother with the buttons. He just zips down the zipper, pulls Harry's pants and boxers down together and gets to work in pleasing Harry.

Harry didn't last very long since he's been getting harder in his lower regions ever since he rutted against the Slytherin earlier. When he finally came rocketing into Draco's mouth, leaving him huffing and puffing with his head resting on the chair back, Draco eagerly swallowed it all down and walked over to his trunk to quickly do his tie and put on his Slytherin robe.

Harry tucked his saliva-coated cock back inside his boxers and pulled his pants back up, feeling sated like always. He goes over to Draco whose locking his trunk back up, and when the Slytherin turns to him, Harry straightens his Prefect badge up and tightens his tie. He gives him a smile and wipes at Draco's mouth with his thumb where a little bit of white sticky liquid remained. He then wraps his arms around the Slytherin's neck and gives him a quick but passionate kiss, not even caring if he could taste himself in Draco's mouth.

"I guess I have to go now," Draco said at last when they leaned away from the kiss. His lips were swollen and looked highly snogged, and looking like they had been wrapped around a thick penis while giving it a blowjob. Nobody would be able to tell anyway. He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against Harry's like an animal.

"I'll see you soon, then?" Harry asked sadly while he was biting down on Draco's lower lip. He just wished he could grab his invisibility cloak and cover himself and Draco in it so they wouldn't be disturbed.

"Yeah," Draco mumbled with a little nod and leaned in for another kiss. He just couldn't get enough of Harry's wonderful kisses. Harry deserves all of his kisses for what he goes through.

Ron somehow got the door open after twenty minutes of waiting, grabbed Draco by the robe and pulled him out. "Come on lover boy, the meeting's now," he said while smiling at Harry's obvious snogged state.

Draco frowned at Harry and blew him a kiss from the compartment door. Harry chuckled as he loved how their goodbyes are like. He grabbed the kiss from in the air and planted it on his cheek. Draco waved with a loving smile, but a hand grabbed him and pulled him away.

Harry sighed and pressed his lips together. As the train started moving, he got lonely and bored and decided to sit with Neville, Ginny and some familiar Ravenclaw girl. He smiled at the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor snogging each other. "Hey, Neville!" he whispered, sitting next to his fellow roommate who held what looked like a cactus but alive and... breathing?

"Hey, Harry," Neville whispered back with a smile. He was about to ask Harry about how his holiday was but was cut off by Ginny saying her hellos.

"Hey, Harry," Ginny said with her own smile, her arm tightly around Luna's waist. "This is Luna Lovegood. I don't think you've met her before. She's my wonderful, darling, beautiful girlfriend." She then pressed a loud kiss to Luna's cheek, and the blonde Ravenclaw smiled with cheeks tinged a bright pink.

"Hello, Luna, " Harry said with a smile at the Ravenclaw girl. "It's nice to meet you." He doesn't pay attention to the other students around him in Hogwarts, but remembers Ron pointing her out before the last task. He's just been too depressed to notice anyone around him at times besides his boyfriend, best friends, and teachers.

"Hello, Harry Potter," Luna said in a dreamy tone of voice that surprises Harry a little as it's his first time hearing her talk. "It's nice to meet you too."

Neville continued from where he left off just as Ginny got Luna's attention once again by kissing her cheek. "How were your holidays, Harry?" he asked when gingerly patting his cactus on its skin were no boils were.

Harry grinned and tried to forget the first week, but he couldn't forget the second week as that's the week Draco saved him. Even if it was Professor Snape who saved him from death, but still... The best parts of his holiday were always with Draco. The dates, the snuggling and snogging and of course, the magnificent sex. "It was great! Draco and I went on a few dates in Venice, went shopping, and I celebrated my birthday with him and his mother..."

"I can't believe you stayed in Venice," said Luna just as she hears Harry telling about his holiday. "I've heard that a lot of Nargles like to talk to the dolphins in the Canals there, and they reproduce a lot there too."

Harry nodded at her slowly. He had no idea what Luna was talking about and what a Nargle even is. "That's cool!" he said sheepishly and ran his hands down his pants, not knowing what to say. "Sorry, but what's a Nargle?"

Luna beamed and told Harry exactly what a Nargle is from what it looks like, its colour, and what it does. And after the long but very interesting explanation, Ginny had cut in. "Isn't she cute?" she asked with a loving smile at Luna.

Harry laughed awkwardly. "Yeah..." he said just so he wouldn't hurt anyone because he didn't want to tell the truth. But he admires Luna's perception of Nargles and their existence though he doesn't know if they exist or not. Harry will never ever forget Venice. It truly was the most magical and romantic place on Earth. Especially with the one you love. Though he has heard that France is more magical and romantic.

"You stayed in Venice," Neville asked in disbelief, his mouth slowly dropped open in surprise. That's something he never thought would happen. But knowing about the Malfoy's wealth, they could probably afford the entire United Kingdom.

Harry nodded. How many times will he have to repeat himself? Honestly, if he here's one more 'You stayed in Venice?" he will actually consider sitting with Crabbe and Goyle in a different compartment. Well, that doesn't sound too bad. He could talk to them about Draco. He just loves talking about the blonde Slytherin wizard though. He tried to clear his mind of Draco but found it hard to. "Yes, Venice in Italy," he said softly, smiling at the memories of all those dates and snogging sessions throughout the manor.

"Merlin, Harry!" Ginny asked loudly in excitement. "Tell us everything!"

Harry chuckled and told the three about his dates with Draco in Venice, the photograph with the man, the water and mask parade thing where he and Draco kissed under the bridge. Pretty much he told him everything except for the private times he had with Draco and his self harming.

"That's so romantic, Harry," Luna said in her dreamy voice again, and Ginny giggled in agreement.

"So, let me get this straight..." Neville said, he was trying to think things through. "You got rained on by streamers with creepy people wearing masks and kissed under a bridge?" he asked incredulously with an eyebrow raised.

Harry shook his head. It was more romantic than that. "Not quite... we didn't really notice the masks on the people," he said, absentmindedly as he remembered the memory. He remembered those gorgeous silver eyes, the ones he misses already though he saw them minutes ago. "We were too busy staring into each other's eyes."

"Awww!" Luna and Ginny said together, placing a hand over their hearts in awe. Who knew going overseas can be so nice for a couple. It would be like a honeymoon.

Harry rolled his eyes at the couple. Yeah, yeah, it was an incredibly sweet date that he won't ever forget. "Yeah, and so the man steering the Gondola told us of the parade legend where you must kiss under the bridge for good luck, and so that's what we did."

Neville chuckled at how romantic but also how odd that sounds to have an older man tell you to kiss under a bridge. "How utterly romantic."

"I love Draco, so very much..." Harry said, trailing off as he thought about his blonde Slytherin wizard boyfriend who gives him butterflies every time he lays eyes on him or when he catches those silver eyes looking at him.

Ginny smiled as Draco came out of nowhere and was leaning on the compartment door. Draco was staring lovingly at Harry as he heard what came from his boyfriend's beautiful mouth. "You must really love him, Harry," she said, winking at Draco and thought about if she can get Harry to admit anything else.

"Yeah, I do," Harry said with a deep sigh. He loves him so much that he just can't explain it. "He's my everything. My soul. My life force, my will to live. He owns my heart."

Draco held his hand over his heart, wanting to just open the compartment door, storm in and jump on Harry to smuggle him with kisses. This was just beautiful. Hearing those words come from Harry's mouth is beautiful and oh so sweet. His darling. His Harry. His one and only.

Luna shook her head knowingly at Draco and smiled. "So, if you had a list of things you love about Draco, how much would there be?" she asked as she caught onto Ginny's mischievous game she's playing.

"Only one word," Harry responded with a big smile. When Ginny, Luna, and Neville all leaned a little forward to hear what that one word is, Harry finally said it. "Everything." His heart was pounding in his chest at the thought of the handsome blonde wizard who he is dating.

"Oh, look! Did Draco just walk past the compartment!" Ginny then asked quickly, wanting Harry to realise he had been heard spitting out his love confession by Draco. She saw Draco shake his head at her in disappointment and disappear from her sight.

Harry swiftly turned his head around and saw familiar white-blonde hair walk past the window. "I'm going to the loo," he lied and quickly, he left the compartment and turned towards the direction that Draco had gone. Moving towards the end of the carriage there was no sign of the Slytherin. Disappointed, Harry went to move into the next carriage when he felt a hand grab him and pull him into one of the compartments.

Harry didn't have a chance to see his assailant as lips crashed down on his and he felt the hands that had grabbed him press against him. He was shoved against the wall of the compartment and only saw the flash of white hair as he bent his head and gave himself to the kiss. Harry grabbed Draco's head and pulled it towards him, revelling in the feeling of Draco's hair slipping through his fingers. Draco's leg slipped between his, pushing against him.

"Well, hello again," Draco said as he pushed Harry away from the wall and down onto the seat of the compartment. He sat beside him but faced him with his entire body, and he moved as close as he could. "I missed you." His foot was tucked in the tiny space that was provided for him in between Harry and the compartment chair while his other foot was rested flat on the ground over the chair.

Harry chuckled at his boyfriend and stroked Draco's leg that was closest to him. He had a sudden familiar urge, he was hungry for Draco Malfoy again. "Hello, I missed you too, and how was the meeting?" He tried his best to sound casual as he'll leave the certain hungry feeling for a while.

"It was fine, a bit boring, but okay," Draco said truthfully. He reached over and started caressing Harry's cheek with his thumb. "I thought these meetings would be a bit more exciting, like juicy gossip that's new to everyone."

"What was it about?" Harry asked curiously and in two steps after getting up from the chair, he was pulling the shades down of the compartment and snapped the lock shut. He would do anything to get what he wants.

"How to give out and away points and other rules," Draco said with his infamous smirk, remembering what kind of punishments he and Harry were talking about over the holidays. He was picking up a sudden vibe from Harry and he was really liking it.

"Mmm," Harry hummed and went back to join Draco on the compartment seat. "I like rules," he said with a smile. Who actually likes rules anyway? Well, the rules to keep people safe are good. It's just the boring ones like no snogging in the classroom, he hates those and will always break them with his sexy Slytherin boyfriend. Speaking of sexy... He licked his lips at the sight of the confused blonde man.

"Who are you and what have you done to my Harry?" Draco asked in delight, edging away from Harry an inch even though he was loving this vibe coming from Harry. It was turning him on hard.

Harry chuckled at his boyfriend who looks so delicious in this light. "I was only joking, my dear. Don't you remember saying that whenever I was a bad little Harry, I'd get a punishment from you?" he asked smoothly and licked his lips again.

Draco gave a wicked Slytherin grin and was back on top of Harry in a flash. Harry was glad he hadn't changed into his Gryffindor robes yet. He could feel the warmth of Draco's body on him and every inch of Draco pushing against him. Draco slowly lowered his head towards Harry's, pushing down in a slow rocking motion against the full length of his body.

"Do I get a punishment now?" Harry asked with a slow smile against Draco's lips. The hunger for this man was increasing. He wanted to taste him again, but he had to tell himself to be patient. He even wanted to fuck him hard against the wall.

"Unless you want to start moaning out loud for the entire train to hear, then sure, go ahead," Draco said sarcastically, deepening the kiss. He wouldn't mind that actually and they've done it before. He has been craving Harry's hot sexy body again after that awful boring Prefect duty.

Harry reached up and raked his hands through Draco's hair, roughly sweeping it back. He would love that. To annoy the hell out of everybody by moaning but he knows the other Prefects and Head boy and girl's would come knocking at their compartment door and tell them to knock it off. "I don't mind if I Doy."

"Doy?" Draco asked curiously, his lips brushing against Harry's lips softly. That's a word he has never heard before, but is it even a word? "What does it mean? Well, why did you say it?"

"Never mind... It's from a Muggle TV show," Harry said quietly while biting and pulling down on Draco's perfect sweet bottom lip. The Slytherin's taste was mouthwatering, he felt like drooling. "There's this kid named Doy who mispronounces his name. It's spelt D-e-w-e-y but he pronounces it as D-o-y."

Draco snorted and wondered if the kid had something wrong with him. Did the kid get dropped on its head as a baby? But he can't be rude like that. Who knows what kinds of things happen to muggle babies? "Muggle kids are weird."

"Heeey!" Harry whined with a prolonged 'e' and faked a frown. He ran his hands down Draco's neck, revelling in the feel of the Slytherin's skin against his own. "I was a muggle kid. Well, a half-blood brought up by muggles."

"And a cute one at that," Draco said with a loving smile as he has seen that one baby photo of Harry in the red photo Album professor Hagrid apparently gave Harry. He sucked on Harry's top lip like he was a sweet, which he was. Harry is his sweet. His lollipop.

"You're the cute kid, Draco," Harry said and remembered seeing that family portrait back at Malfoy Manor in the lounge room. Draco as an eight-year-old was so adorable, like a prince. A little handsome prince.

"Not a muggle one, Harry," Draco corrected him and licked across Harry's lips with his tongue, wanting entrance to Harry's delightful tasty mouth.

Harry bit down on Draco's tongue and sucked on it hard. It was delicious as always. He was delicious as always. Draco moaned quietly from the gesture and entered his tongue into Harry's mouth. Harry opened his mouth wide enough for Draco to explore him and felt Draco's tongue twine with his own. Draco licked around the inside of Harry's mouth, tasting him endlessly. Harry trailed his hand down Draco's shirt, to his pants and pressed his hand against Draco's prick.

"Want?" Draco asked in a whisper, his tongue licking Harry's tongue and being blessed with the other's saliva. The tightening and excitement in his pants had come back for round two.

"I want," Harry whispered, rubbing his hand up and down against Draco's prick. This is what he wanted to taste again. He wanted to taste the blonde Slytherin wizard's spunk and swallow it all again. He is craving it.

"I'd rather do it in a bed or on a couch, preferably away from people," Draco whispered back. This was quite a funny conversation to have on the train. But Merlin, he will allow Harry to do anything he wants. He began running his tongue along with Harry's mouth and down his jaw.

"Of course, you would, you posh prick," Harry mumbled teasingly as he was rubbing his hand over Draco's beautifully hard erection that he wants to cover with kisses and licks and eventually his mouth again.

"I bet you like it, don't you? My prick?" Draco whispered eagerly for an answer. This was just making him and his prick excited for what could happen next. He trailed kisses down Harry's jaw, making the next after the next sloppier with his saliva.

Harry moaned silently and started unzipping Draco's pants. When the zipped was all the way down he slid his fingertips over Draco's prick from outside his white boxers, knowing how much it pleasures Draco.

Draco started panting and stared deeply into Harry's green eyes that are filled with lust. He wants the same and he'll give it to him. He moaned quietly, "Oh, yes Harry. Please." He loves this so much. He loves how needy Harry can be for sex.

Harry stared deep into silver eyes and kept running his fingertips over Draco's prick, slowly going faster and rougher until his palm was pressing hard against the Slytherin's shaft. The beautiful noises the Slytherin were making was sure as hell going to make him drool and were already making him hard again. Sex can be never-ending at times.

"Can't believe we're doing this in the train once again," Harry whispered with amusement and licked his lips. Merlin. Draco's panting is just driving him off the edge. So damn hot. Draco chuckled and held down a moan.

Harry pulled out Draco's prick and started jerking it. Draco bit his lip and kissed Harry hard from the pleasurable feeling in his gut starting and Harry kissed back passionately and kept running his hand over Draco's shaft. He grabbed onto Draco's hips and pulled him forward. He ended the kiss and shuffled down below Draco until his head was right in front of Draco's prick. He leaned his head up and licked off the delicious salty-sweet precome from the slit and savoured it in his mouth. He grabbed the base of Draco's dick and continued jerking it as he wanted to taste more.

Draco inhaled sharply and moaned as a tongue teasingly licked around the head of his dick. It was such a beautiful moment and feeling. Having the Gryffindor's gorgeous mouth touching his prick feels so heavenly. It's like he was floating on clouds with Harry underneath him.

Harry moved one hand around Draco's back and pushed him further down so Harry could take him in whole. He began deepthroating the Slytherin and while still stroking him with the other hand. Oh, Merlin. The Slytherin was absolutely delicious and he just couldn't get enough of him.

Draco had other ideas, he started thrusting slowly into Harry's mouth because he wanted to come into this beautiful Gryffindor's hot mouth. He wanted to release everything he had inside him and fill Harry up with it like earlier.

Harry moaned and wrapped both arms around Draco's lower back, making Draco thrust deeper into his mouth. Draco groaned as Harry's moan vibrated on his prick which sent tingles up his shaft, to his balls and just everywhere. Harry could feel the Slytherin's dick hitting the back of his throat and tickling his tonsils and the roof of his mouth. It was extraordinary.

"Yes, Harry," Draco moaned quietly, thrusting deeper and a bit faster into Harry's hot mouth. He could feel the head of his prick hitting the back of Harry's throat. Such beautiful noises coming from beneath him.

"So good for me," Harry mumbled with a whole dick in his mouth. He kept pumping the base of Draco's dick and up halfway, wanting more than anything to swallow everything in Draco that would come out soon. It was exciting as he waited until Draco couldn't hold it in anymore.

Draco kept up the rhythmic thrusting movements, loving the feel of Harry's hot and wet mouth on his prick. Before he knew it, the tension building in his gut was becoming warmer and he knew he would come soon.

Harry sucked on Draco hard while reaching up to play with his balls. He caressed a finger over Draco's groin, loving hearing the shaky breath coming from his boyfriend. And then he leaned up and scraped his teeth over the gorgeous Slytherin's shaft.

Draco moaned and thrust harder and faster into Harry's mouth until he let out a shaky moan and came. He continued thrusting in Harry but only softly and slowly. As Harry felt Draco come into his mouth, he licked, tasted, swallowed, savoured, and continued jerking him until nothing was left. He couldn't get enough of Draco and wanted more, much more so he gripped onto Draco's hips and pushed him down deep inside his mouth with a groan.

"Merlin, Harry," Draco breathed as he rolled his hips and pulled out of Harry's hot mouth. He looked down at the grinning Gryffindor. "I think we should stop now, don't you think?"

Harry sighed and sucked on the head of Draco's dick. He kissed it and wriggled his way back up to meet silver eyes. "No, you're too beautiful and delicious," he said, gripping Draco's shirt and pulled him down into a heated kiss.

Draco pulled out with a smirk and felt pretty tired now. Having your cock sucked can be very exhausting. "My arms are tired from holding my weight. Can't we just sit down for now? Later on during the night if we're allowed to visit each other's dormitories, we can have some more fun then."

Harry pulled on Draco's bottom lip hungrily. "Fine, get off me then," he said while reaching up to brush Draco's fringe to the side.

Draco smiled and pressed a kiss to Harry's wrist. "Thank you," he said as he pushed himself up slowly from the position he was in. Harry sat up and licked his lips. Draco was about to shove his prick back in his boxers but felt a hand grab it and pull him over. Harry licked the beautiful pink head again and smirked. Draco leaned his head back and moaned quietly from the contact.

Harry grabbed Draco's waist and pulled the blonde Slytherin down to sit on the chair of the compartment. Draco rolled his eyes with a smile at how sex-craved Harry can be. But he loved him for it.

Harry sat on Draco's lap but placed Draco's prick up against his shirt and stroked it. He gave Draco a smile and leaned in for a kiss. Draco kissed back slowly and moved his arms around Harry's waist in a tight embrace.

"I forgot to tell you..." Draco said in between kisses. He didn't mind if he could taste himself on Harry. The only thing that matters is if Harry enjoyed it and by those sparkling green eyes, he can tell he has. "That you're beautiful too." Harry chuckled and sucked on Draco's bottom lip. "You're very...sucky today, aren't you?"

"Only for you, my love," Harry replied and snaked his arms up Draco's back to run his hands through his hair. That soft silky hair he adores. So pretty, perfect and soft...

Draco kissed Harry's nose, and the Gryffindor blushed and smiled. Draco took that time while Harry was distracted and tucked his cock back into his boxers and zipped himself back up. He moves closer to him and snuggles up to him while closing his eyes. He knew he could just fall asleep here in Harry's arms though he tried not to but eventually gave away to the urge and fell asleep.

-

Draco woke up to Harry kissing him repeatedly on the forehead, and it wasn't a bad alarm either. He loves his human alarm clock. By the sound of many feet shuffling outside of the compartment, he knew they would be at Hogsmeade Station already. He repeatedly opened and closed his eyes but felt sleep pull at him again. The feel of Harry's lips on his own wake him up enough to sit up and smile at the Gryffindor.

He stretched out his arms and legs, grabbed onto Harry's hand and headed to the compartment where they first were to grab their belongings. From there, they headed out of the train, placed their items with everyone else's, and headed to the black carriages.

Harry's eyes widened at the black bony skeletal-line horses that were pulling the carriages. When he and Draco got to their own carriage, Harry extended his hand out to touch the horse's snout, and it actually pressed its nose to Harry's hand. He smiled and felt just how bony but leathery the creature was.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Draco asks his boyfriend who looked as if he was reaching out to touch something but there was nothing but air. He was going to say that Harry's either forgotten his glasses and is seeing things, or that his spunk is messing with Harry's brain. Both reasons are impossible though.

"You don't see it?" Harry asks him sadly, thinking he is probably going crazy. But the only thing keeping him sane is that he can feel the creature, whatever it is. "You don't see this bat-looking horse?"

"What horse, Harry?" Draco asks, confused with what Harry's talking about when looking around at their surroundings. He takes a step up onto the carriage and turns around to help Harry up by the hand. They seated themselves on the comfy black seats in the carriage and places their arms around each other.

Harry watches as Neville, Ginny, and Luna Lovegood wander over to their carriage, and he notices Luna looking in the direction of the bat-like horse creature. He suddenly feels hope, that he really isn't seeing things. So could she see the creature? What was it though?

Neville's the first one up, but he doesn't look at the couple already on the carriage. He does shoot them a quick glance, but then looks away as he sits down furthest to them. Ginny then comes on, and followed by Luna.

Harry's just continued staring at the black bony horse, and he squeezes Draco's hand every so often just to make sure he's not in some weird dream. It just doesn't make sense. How come Draco, Neville, and Ginny can't see them but he and Luna can?

"You're not going mad, I can see them too," comes the familiar dreamy voice of Luna Lovegood, and both Harry and Draco look up at her. Draco's a little more hesitant though, and Harry can feel that Draco is a little awkward being around two younger students and Neville Longbottom. "You're just as sane as I am." Harry gave her a smile.

Suddenly, Hermione and Pansy join their carriage too. Hermione looks at Luna, smiles awkwardly and says, "Oh, hi Loony - sorry, I meant..."

Luna keeps the calm smile on her face. "Hi Mudblood Granger," she says serenely, and Ginny just sniggered and hid herself behind her girlfriend. Luna just didn't look insulted at all. "Oh, I'm sorry, bitch." She found out about the word from some Gryffindor girl in her year who kept muttering it behind Professor Trelawny's back.

Harry tried his hardest to keep in a snort of laughter, though he was a little shocked to hear someone call his best friend a bitch. Not to mention he felt protective over Hermione now. Draco was confused, but didn't pay attention to the girls at all. He too was shocked to hear someone, a Ravenclaw, call Granger a Mudblood.

Hermione looked stunned, and then triggered at being called such a disgraceful name. Pansy just looked confused. "I beg your pardon?!" she says at once.

"You heard her," Ginny says quickly with a quick glare at Hermione. "Don't call her that awful name. You mess with her, you mess with me." She looks back at Luna and smiles proudly. "I've taught you well how to deal with people."

"How dare you!" Hermione snaps, and she slams her book down beside her and gets to her feet. Ginny stands up and moves in front of Luna, crossing her arms, and gave the other Gryffindor a death glare.

"Don't touch her," she utters darkly. "One move and I'll-"

"Cut it out, will you?!" Neville asked of the two girl's loudly. "You don't want to get Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in trouble on the first day."

The girls didn't listen. Hermione stepped forward, her glaring eyes looking down at the youngest of the Weasley's. Ginny wasn't even supposed to be in this argument. This was between her and Luna, but Ginny got herself involved.

Pansy grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her back towards the seat she was on. "Come on, babe, let's go," she says with a glare towards Ginny and Luna as she gets up and pulls her to the carriage stairs to get off. "They are not worth it."

"Finally, the problem's gone," Ginny mutters, and she sits down beside Luna again.

"That was a whole lot of awkward," Draco had whispered to his lap, and Harry heard him and nodded in agreement. It was definitely weird seeing Hermione get angry at someone and look as if she wanted to strangle the someone. That someone being Luna.

The sudden silence was awkward until the carriage started moving. Draco sighs and tightens his grip around Harry, and his other hand comes up and wraps around Harry's neck so he could lean to his side and kiss his forehead. Harry smiles, looks up at him and leans up for a quick kiss.

*****

Everyone in the Great Hall, during the feast, listened very carefully to what the Headmaster said. That was until, he said the next and final sentence. "And might I please prompt you, that it is not tolerable to perform sexual acts on the Hogwarts Express. That includes if you are locked in one of the compartments with the window blinds down," he said, looking quickly from Harry to Draco and back to Harry with a twinkle in his eye.

Harry and Draco flushed at their own tables while looking down at the food with guilt. That was never meant to come up. How did the professor know about that? Everyone in the Great Hall was laughing, except for the teachers, of course, because of what the Headmaster told them.

Harry couldn't believe they had been heard. But that was it, how were they heard? The only moans he and Draco made were soft and quiet, not loud, and undisguised. He looked up at Ron with a slight smirk on his lips, wondering if he and Draco were heard. "I wonder who had fun on the train," he asked, trying to hide down the embarrassed flush on his cheeks but he obviously couldn't. It was physically impossible to do.

Ron snorted at the news the headmaster had told everyone. "Hmm... Yeah," he said and distractedly took a bite out of a curried egg. "Who would have done such a thing? Whoever it was, they've embarrassed themselves now."

"Was it you, Ron?" Harry whispered, smirking though he knew the answer to everyone's question in the Great Hall. He didn't think he wanted Ron to know it was he and Draco who shagged on the train. It'd be funny to see his reaction though.

Ron's ears and cheeks reddened as he shook his head. "Nope," he said flatly and looked up at his best mate. "Blaise and I wouldn't dare do it anywhere around people. Except for our dorms, of course. What about you and Draco? Was it you?"

Harry could tell he was blushing by the heat rising to his cheeks and he stared down at a bowl of steaming green curry. "Please don't tell anybody," he admitted in a whisper. Well, there goes that secret.

Ron snorted and shook his head, knowing too well about his best mate's love life. "Right, so it was you," he said with apprehension and he had a knowing look on his face. "Nice going, mate. The whole school would probably want to know who's been shagging on the train and, I promise, it won't be escaping my lips." Nor, sadly, his head.

Harry crossed his arms over the table and laid his head down on them, welcoming the darkness that surrounded around him. He sighed and felt a hand pat his head. He didn't know who's hand it was but didn't care. He was too embarrassed to eat anything, too embarrassed to look up and talk to anyone. But he managed to look up at Draco, who was staring back at him and gave him an innocent smile. Draco chuckled at Harry's smile and blew him a kiss.

Harry smiled lovingly at Draco, captured Draco's kiss, and planted it on his cheek. He blew Draco a kiss and watched Draco do the same. He laughed gently and looked back at Ron and Hermione and who is staring at him with knowing looks.

"Draco Malfoy has officially changed our Harry, hasn't he 'Mione?" Ron asked Hermione with a sigh of dubiety. He fished out a sausage from a tray of Toad-in-the-hole after he had finished off his curried eggs.

"Yes, he has," Hermione responded lightly and grinned at her raven-haired friend. She actually heard Ron and Harry's quiet conversation and she's a little disappointed in Harry for breaking the rules. "I wonder what they call each other? As in pet names for each other."

Ron shrugged. To him, this conversation was both a little boring but amusing. "Draco probably calls Harry his Harry boo boo, or Honey boo or something," he says and yet again he shrugs again because he just doesn't know what Harry and Draco call each other.

Harry snorted at the names, knowing Draco has never used them. But oh, the names Draco has called him are highly sexual and he loves them. "Oh, yeah, I call Draco many things," he admits with a smirk. "Like Drake, Drakey poo, Drakey Wakey, My Dragon." He hesitated for a moment, "Sexy man-beast."

Ron snorted loudly and spat out his sausage onto Hermione's opened book. He widens his eyes at his half-eaten sausage on Hermione's book that looks a little disgusting. Uh oh.

"Ron!" Hermione snapped, grabbing another book from her book bag and began hitting Ron hard on the shoulder repeatedly with her other book and spat, "You fowl little piglet!" She was not in the mood for anything else this evening. Being called bitch and mudblood by Luna really got to her. Ron flinched from the girl and her hard books she likes hitting people with.

Harry laughed at his two best friends while enjoying the look of disgust on Hermione's face and how red Ron's face was. "I honestly love you guys so much," he says with a bright smile that was sure to leave Draco falling to his knees in front of him with the look of love on his face.

"You better love me more than this woman as she keeps hitting me," Ron muttered and glared at the bookworm beside him. "Look, I'm sorry! S-O-R-R-Y!"

Hermione's face softened at Harry's words and she smiled, ignoring Ron's presence completely. "We love you too, Harry," she told him gently and with honesty in her voice. "So very much. You're our best friend. Of course, we love you."

Harry smiled and looked down at the sausage and spit covered book with disgust. He cast an "Evanesco" on the book and watched as the contents disappeared, but not the sausage. They literally disappeared. He looked up at Hermione with a guilty look and smiled wryly. He was in trouble now. That wasn't supposed to happen. He just wanted to remove the sausage from Hermione's book, not literally erase the words from it.

Ron held down a laugh at Harry's mistake by cupping his hand over his mouth and looking the other way. Oh, Harry was in so much trouble now.

Hermione glared at Harry angrily as he just vanished the content page of her book with the incorrect spell. "You little...mmmgh!" she didn't want to swear. She was brought up not to swear by her parents. "You used the wrong spell, Harry! It's Scourgify, not Evanesco!"

Harry shrugged guiltily with a smile. "Sorry... um, I'm sorry, Hermione," he apologises with sincerity and rubs the back of his neck. This day will haunt him forever. He just knows it.

Hermione sighed and cast the reverse charm and the Scourgify on her book, making the contents reappear. "You're lucky there's a counterspell," she mumbled irately.

Harry dug his fork into his mash potatoes and wondered what consequence Hermione would give him if there wasn't a counterspell. He'd probably have to clean up Crookshank's litter tray. Oh, that does not sound pleasant at all. To get that out of his mind he looked back up at Draco.

Draco smiled at Harry from the Slytherin table and mouthed an 'Are you okay?' Harry nodded at the Slytherin with a cheeky grin and Draco smiled lovingly at the grin and just wanted to go over and kiss it off his face. But why wasn't he? He could go up to the Gryffindor table and sit with Harry. He guessed he was just a little embarrassed that Dumbledore found out about their shagging in the train. He was glad the headmaster didn't say any names. But the look the professor gave him, and Harry was truly disconcerting. He sighed and continued eating his supper.

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The next time Harry saw Draco was after the feast when walking towards Gryffindor Tower with Ron and Hermione. What he wondered was why Dumbledore would hire such a woman for Defence class who wears pink of all colours.

Hermione and Ron smiled knowingly at each other as they saw Harry staring at Draco. Ron gave Harry a little shove towards Draco. "Go get your Slytherin prince, Harry," he said with one final little push to their right. "We're fine on our own."

Harry nodded blankly and caught up to Draco in a jog, wrapped his arms around his waist and kissed his neck from behind. Draco gasped a little which he smiled and turned around, embracing Harry in a proper hug. "Afternoon, my Darling," he said gently and presses his lips to Harry's in a quick kiss.

"Good afternoon, beautiful," Harry replies in a whisper and smiles when leaning forward for another quick kiss. The Slytherin tilts his head to the side, and his hand comes up to cup Harry's chin which then he deepens the kiss. He takes Harry's breath away when he presses his lower region to Harry's same region from which the Gryffindor gasps from. The Slytherin smirks when leaning away from the kiss, and his thumb caresses the skin of Harry's cheek.

"What a feast that was, having the headmaster find out that a particular couple shagged on the train," Draco said with a wink at Harry as he pins him to the nearest wall. He still couldn't believe how Dumbledore found out about their fun on the Hogwarts Express.

Harry laughed. It was actually the most interesting feast he's ever had. "I wonder how he found out," he said and contemplated how Dumbledore can find out such a thing. "We weren't loud enough to be heard by the whole train. You don't suppose the train has secret magical hidden cameras, right?"

"It's a mystery, my darling," Draco said and he leaned forward to kiss Harry's lightning bolt scar. "Dumbledore has his secrets, and so do we. We have nothing to hide, though some of our secrets are better of secrets."

Harry felt a little tingle on his scar from where Draco kissed it. It was a beautiful feeling. Almost like Draco's kisses could heal it and make it fade from existence. Yet without it, he wouldn't be Harry Potter, the boy who lived. He would just be a normal wizard boy.

"Shall we head to one of the secret places?" Draco then asked with a slow smile. He was eager to finish off where they had been earlier. He would stick out his naked arse for Harry any day just to have Harry's cock thrust into him. His arse was the home of Harry's hunky chunk of delicious meat.

"Sure, but which place?" Harry asked, staring deeply into pools of silver which slowly began to fill with lust. He could see the need and want in those pretty eyes. But goodness, a third shag in one day? It's not entirely a new record for them but it's still more sex than they would normally do.

"Depends on what you want to do in these secret places," Draco replied smoothly with a smirk. He was liking where this conversation was heading and was already feeling the urge to touch and kiss Harry everywhere he could. He even wanted to eat him out from the arse.

Harry smirked at what they could do in the secret rooms. "Well, what do you want to do then?" He asked slowly even if the answer he wanted is obvious. "Sleep? Cuddle? Dancing? Or, my favourite... shag?"

"I love all of those options, Harry," Draco whispered and kissed him eagerly. He leaned further forward and nibbled on Harry's ear lobe, trying to get some kind of reaction from Harry which was a tiny little moan. "Especially the last."

"Mm-hmm," Harry says in agreement and with a hint of excitement. He could feel his erection just waiting to be touched by Draco yet again. "Of course, you would, Draco Malfoy." Draco smiled and captured Harry's lips in a slow loving kiss, and Harry sighed in the kiss before pulling out as he knew he had to head back to Gryffindor Tower. "I think it's best if we head to our own dorms for the night though."

Draco frowned. He wanted to have some fun with Harry and sleep with him one more time before they had to sleep in different beds on the other side of the castle. "Why the sudden change of mind?"

Harry gave a small shrug. He just doesn't want Hermione and Ron to start worrying about him if he doesn't come back. "I don't want anybody worrying about our whereabouts, even though they know I'm safe with you."

Draco smiled sweetly at what his boyfriend had said. It's really sweet how Harry thinks they should head back to the dorms so nobody would worry about them. "As I am with you, Harry."

Harry smiled and reached his hand to Draco's face. He rubbed his thumb over Draco's cheek, and Draco pressed his face into Harry's palm. "I love you, Draco."

"Love you too, Harry," Draco replied and tilted his head to the side to kiss the inside of Harry's palm whilst his own hand came up and linked over the back of Harry's hand.

Harry cupped his other hand under Draco's chin and pecked him hard on the lips, sighing happily as Draco kissed him back with those delicious lips. "See you tomorrow, I guess?" he says when leaning away from the kiss, and all Draco can do is breathe and pant from the kiss that made him breathless. "I better go," Harry said as he gave Draco another soft kiss on the lips.

Draco slowly smiled into the kiss. He doesn't want to say goodbye for the night as he wants to spend the night with Harry, all alone, in bed, naked, feeling each other's skin. But oh well, life can suck at times when you can't get what you want. "Goodnight then, my darling Harry."

"Night," Harry said, at last, walking backwards and gave Draco a small wave. He swiftly turned around and made his way up to Gryffindor Tower for the night. When Harry entered the dorm minutes later, four heads turned to look at him. "What?" he couldn't help but ask. It's like he had something on his face, and they were smiling about it.

"Nothing, Harry," Ron said innocently, smiling as he knew who his best mate had been with. He crossed his legs over each other on his bed and thought about Blaise and when he saw him on the train the hours ago.

"Ye look undeniably snogged, Harry," Seamus then said with a wide grin on his face. He knew it would have been Draco Malfoy, the guy who highly snogged his dorm mate.

Harry laughed at that true fact. "Yes, I was with Draco," he admitted honestly, and he could still taste Draco's saliva on his tongue. He made his way to his bed, opened his trunk, and gathered his Pyjamas.

"Might I correct you, Seamus, but Harry's always looking highly snogged when he comes into this room from wherever he came from," Dean then said, looking quite amused himself at Harry's snogged state. Jesus Christ, Draco really knows how to snog the living muggle out of Harry.

Harry shook his head at his dorm mates and how correct they are and made his way to the bathroom, had a quick shower and head back to the dorm. He sighed in relief as his dorm mates were all snuggled up under their bedsheets. He hopped in bed and read before nodding off into sleep.

*****

Harry woke drenched in sweat after a few hours of sleep, his dream laden with Tom and Cedric's dead body. Merlin. It had been a while since having these dreams and feeling this depressed. But Harry didn't mind if his depression suddenly made an appearance, not really. All summer he had been trying to hold it down inside him so Draco doesn't see it pushing Harry back down into the dark pits of his mind.

He did not want to get up at all. He just wanted to spend the rest of the day in the dorm room alone and away from everybody else. Especially after last night and the argument with Seamus about how apparently he is going bonkers thinking Voldemort has returned, when in fact, he did. He felt really guilty about that now. He knew what he had to do, but does he really want to go down that path again? He loves having the cold blade slice against his skin and the blood forming into lines and then rolling down his arms. It was just so mesmerising, and he knew he wanted it, desperately. He cast a "Tempus," it was 4:56 am. Great, he thought. Another four hours until classes.

With a lazy flick of his wand, the curtains around him opened and all he could see was darkness. It was a pretty kind of darkness, but also quite scary as anything could be watching him from the shadows. But he knew his eyes would just play tricks on him in the dark.

He sluggishly got up and looked through his trunk for his blades. He picked up the old sock containing one of his blades and got back in bed. He flicked his wand at the curtains around them and they all closed shut. He cast a "Colloportus" on the curtains to lock them shut in case someone tries to open them up from the outside.

He rolled up his red and black checked pyjama sleeve. He looked at his cuts. Well, his faded and healed cuts from the last time he cut which was back in Venice. He pressed the blade into his skin and pulled it across his arm and hissed in pain. It felt good. It was a good pain. Where the blade travelled across his skin a thick line of blood developed and bubbled up. He watched as his blood ran down his arms like raindrops on his skin. So mesmerising and beautiful... but not enough. He added another four cuts to his arm and felt even better.

Everything had drained out of him including the guilt and sadness. That numb haze was back and overwhelmed Harry – in a good way – as he felt that familiar light feeling. Merlin, he felt like he could float. Feeling satisfied, he placed his metal friend back in the sock and cast a quick "Alohomora" on the curtains in front of him. He crawled over with his sock in his hands and dropped the sock in the trunk and closed it.

"Harry?" someone whispered.

Harry looked up in alarm, his bloodied arm out in the open. "R-Ron," he says when seeing that familiar red hair of his best mate. Damn it! he thought. This wasn't supposed to happen. He pondered how long Ron had been up for.

Ron looked down at the freshly made cuts on his best mate's arm that had blood trailing down and frowned. "Harry, mate..." He was going to ask if he were okay but seemed to already know that answer. He got up from his own bed and made his way across to Harry's.

Harry froze as Ron walked towards him. He didn't know exactly what to do. If Ron was going to ask him to talk, he most certainly will not.

Ron sat down beside Harry and tried not to look at the red lines across his best mates' arm. But they were just so... bright and it was hard not to look at them. "Harry..." he whispered sadly. "You should clean those up. I don't want them getting infected."

Harry just blinked and looked at his cuts which had stopped bleeding. The blood had dried up and almost looked like some kind of tattoo. Like large red thunder strikes, almost. So pretty... "I'm sorry," was all he could really say as he didn't really know how to reply to what Ron said before. He knows he should disinfect his guts, he has been told to do so before by Ivy but he just doesn't know where to find the type of thing. He doesn't want to steal it from Madam Pomfrey.

"Mate, don't apologise," Ron told him carefully. He placed an arm around Harry and rubbed his mates' upper arm up and down. "Now, why don't you call Dobby so he can clean you up?"

Harry looked at him and gave a small nod. But he hesitated and pondered if Dobby would tell any of the teachers about what he could see once he calls for the elf. "Dobby!" he called quietly. He hoped he hadn't woken the elf up, if elves sleep, that is.

Almost instantly, the small house elf popped in and looked at both males in front of him. "Harry Potter called Dobby?" he asked as he noticed Harry's bleeding arm, flicked his fingers and plastic needle and thread started stitching up the wounds before a bandage wrapped itself neatly around his arm. "Does Harry want Dobby to get Draco?"

Harry, without consciously knowing, nodded. He was just too busy feeling numb and really, he just wanted to be alone like always. But he had a gut feeling inside him and knew he also wanted to see Draco.

"Thanks, Dobby," Ron whispered to the small elf with a sad smile. It was interesting watching the elf work his magic at healing and how he kept a straight face when doing so without getting upset.

Dobby nodded, popped out of the Gryffindor dormitory and popped into the Slytherin one. "Mister Draco Malfoy?" he asked and looked around the dorm room which had an eerie glow to it from the windows looking out into the Black Lake.

Draco was still sound asleep as the elf popped in, dreaming peacefully about a romantic date with Harry he organised in Paris with bouquets of flowers, lots of kisses, special surprises, dinner by candlelight and walks through gardens.

Dobby opened the curtains to the blonde Slytherin's 4-poster with a click of his fingers and jumped onto the bed. "Mister Draco Malfoy?" Dobby walked a little closer to the sleeping Slytherin and poked him on the arm.

Draco opened his eyes at once and nearly yelled in fear at the big eyes that looked down at him. He crawled back fast until his back was up against the head of the bed. He calmed himself down slowly as he just noticed who was on his bed. "Oh, it's you, Dobby. You scared me."

Dobby decided he should state the reason he was here first. "Draco must come with Dobby," he said quickly at once and held out his hand, ready to apparate back to the Gryffindor Dormitory. "Harry is hurt."

Draco seemed to wake up fully as he heard Harry's name and 'hurt' in one sentence together and knew something was wrong. "Take me to him, please," he said and reluctantly took the elves hand, and Dobby popped back into the Gryffindor dormitory with Draco.

Draco swiftly looked up at the raven-haired Gryffindor being comforted by the red-headed Gryffindor and rushed over to them. He sat down on the other side of Harry and held his hand, knowing the Gryffindor was feeling a little numb right now as he could smell the metallic scent of blood in the room. It was Harry's blood. "Harry..." he said sadly and rubbed small circles with his thumb over the back of Harry's hands. "I hope you know how much I love you."

"How much we love you," Ron corrected the Slytherin, and Draco glared at the Weasel as he shouldn't be correcting him in this situation they're in. He could smell Harry's blood, his life force that should be inside Harry's veins and not bleeding out of him.

Harry forced out a chuckle as he could feel how annoyed Draco was at Ron. It was quite adorable. "I know, and I believe you all do." But then he felt kind of guilty as he made Dobby wake Draco up and he knew how much he loves his sleep.

Draco lifted Harry's chin up towards him so the Gryffindor would look him in the eye. And when he did, Draco smiled and kissed him. Harry just had to kiss back, and he did so slowly. Ron smiled sadly at them and headed back to his bed to catch up on some sleep. Draco leaned out of the kiss with a blush and cupped a hand under Harry's chin and smiled lovingly at his Gryffindor boyfriend. "Let's get some shut-eye, my darling," Draco whispers, crawls up to the pillows and lays down on half of the bed so Harry would have room on the other side. he'll talk with Harry in the morning.

Harry joined the Slytherin and just lay there quietly and Draco snuggled up to him. Harry let the Slytherin lay on him while hearing the sound of Draco's breathing slowing down until he knew Draco was fast asleep. Harry groaned as he remembered his first class of the day was Potions. But having Draco in his arms really helped him. He missed sleeping with the Slytherin as it feels like home.

Harry had no idea how long he lay in bed with Draco for since he just couldn't fall asleep. The burning in his arm wasn't helping either as Draco was currently laying on it. He looked down at the mess of soft whitish blonde hair, leaned his neck forward and kissed it. Citrus he could smell, and he adored it.

When he started hearing yawns and shuffling of feet, he knew it was at least time to get up, but he just stayed in bed with Draco lying on top of him. When he heard nothing else in the room except Draco's silent breathing, he knew he had to wake his Slytherin up but when looking at that beautiful face he just didn't want to.

The blonde hair was a little messy but still looked undeniably perfect. This boy was just so beautiful, and he knew he was the luckiest guy in the world to have such a sweet and handsome guy. Even if he didn't want to wake Draco up, he did by brushing the strands of blonde hair that covered his silver eyes away from them. What could possibly be better than seeing those beautiful silver eyes fluttering open?

Draco woke up with a yawn and looked up at the Gryffindor with a tired smile. "Good morning, my gorgeous Gryffindor Golden Boy." He leaned over and kissed him good morning before the dark-haired Gryffindor could reply.

Harry kissed back slowly with a slow smile. He loved waking up to this beautiful Slytherin boy in his bed. It's just sad that they have to sleep in their own dorms again. Unless they sneak away to the founder's bedrooms during the night under the invisibility cloak.

Draco pulled back from the kiss with that smile that leaves Harry melting on the inside but then he leaned back in for a quick peck. "We should head down to breakfast," he eventually says after many pecks and nuzzles into Harry's neck.

Harry wasn't feeling hungry at all. Even though he dislikes Potions, he'd rather get there early than be snapped at by Snape for coming late. "No, I'm good," he said tiredly and surpassed a yawn. "I'm not hungry."

Draco brought his hand up and caressed Harry's cheek. There was no way he was letting his Harry starve himself. Ever. "Harry... you need to eat," he said seriously, frowning. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

"I'm just not hungry," Harry said with a deep exhale and shook his head, wondering if it really was a good idea to wake Draco up. Now the Slytherin's just wanting him to eat, which he doesn't want to do right now. If Dobby hadn't gotten Draco, Harry would be heading to class right now without breakfast. But then again thinking of that, it hurt him and he felt bad for thinking such a thing. "Can't we head to class early?" He just wanted to change the subject so he can head to class and try to take his mind off things.

Draco sighed heavily. All he wants to do is keep his Gryffindor boyfriend healthy so he has enough energy to make it through the day and even the week. Quidditch is coming up too and Harry heeds his strength to compete against the other houses. "Harry... please eat. Can you do it for me?" he pleaded sadly.

Now Harry felt guilty and knew to make Draco worry less about him he just had to eat something. But could he really walk into the Great Hall in this state? "Alright, I'll eat," he just had to say so Draco's not worrying too much. But only for you, he thought.

Draco gave a sigh of relief and kissed Harry again in approval. "Good, and I love you, remember that," he said and pressed his forehead to Harry's chest. He could feel Harry's heartbeat against his forehead and he smiled when knowing how lucky he is to have Harry in his life. He feels blessed with Harry in his life.

"I love you too, Draco," Harry replied in a whisper. How could he not reply to this beautiful guy lying on him? He practically feels as if he's in heaven at times. "I'll always remember how much you love me as you should know how much I love you."

Draco smiled and slowly sat up on the bed and stretched out his arms to yawn. He had a good sleep, even if he had to get up during the night to see Harry. But, Merlin... Harry had self-harmed last night. He saw the bandages on the Gryffindor's arms. But why did Harry harm himself last night? He had no idea... He swore Harry was at least happy yesterday all the way into the evening.

Harry sluggishly sat up and wrapped his arms around the blonde Slytherin. Placing his head on Draco's shoulder, he kissed his cheek. He might not be in the mood to feel love, but he will give as much love as he can to Draco.

Draco chuckled at the loving gesture, turned his head around to look into emerald green orbs and kissed the boy slowly. "Let's go to breakfast, Harry. I need to get some food in your stomach so you have the energy to think in classes."

"You need to get dressed first, Draco," Harry reminded him as he stared at the silk green pyjamas that were being worn by his Slytherin boyfriend. He loved how good Draco looks in them though. Especially when the Slytherin is half naked.

Draco just smirked and reached for his wand but realised he left it back in his dorm room. I'm such an idiot, he thought with a scowl.

Harry then called Dobby back into the dorm just to have him retrieve Draco's clothes for him. And after Dobby gave Draco his clothes, he popped back out of the room. Draco got hit in the face by one of his shoes that Dobby had forgotten to pop in with, but the house-elf did retrieve them but sent them magically to the Slytherin. The shoe had fallen out of nowhere from the roof. "Sodding hell!" the blonde Slytherin hissed and rubbed at his forehead.

Harry laughed at the Slytherin and collapsed backwards on his bed. Hell, that was hilarious! Draco glared irritably at him, even if he was a little glad that Harry was actually laughing again. His expression softened when seeing Harry laugh as it's the most incredible thing to see in the world. It's when Harry's green eyes sparkle, and his laugh is full of humour, and his cheeks become a little pink. To him, it's really beautiful.

Harry smiled at him after his laughter stopped and he sat back up. He leaned up and kissed the blonde on the forehead where the shoe had hit him. "Does it feel better now since I kissed it?"

"A little," Draco said, smiling at Harry's smile that always makes his heart flutter and lights up his insides with love and happiness. "I'm going to get dressed now."

"By all means." Harry watched in amusement as Draco got dressed. He's always seen the blonde dress in front of him loads of times but every time it is more amusing. He grinned as the Slytherin pulled his pyjama pants and was now in his grey boxers. That round arse... Merlin. How he'd love to touch it again... He blinked and looked down at his red and black checked sleeves which he knew had bandages underneath them. He rolled his sleeve up and stared at the white bandage that covered his cuts. He pondered if he could... He scratched at the bandage. Nope. He didn't feel any sudden numb feeling.

Draco turned around and looked at his boyfriend scratching at his bandaged arm. "Harry, don't scratch your arm please," he pleaded with a frown. It hurt to see his lover like this again... in so much pain that he'd hurt himself.

Harry looked up at the Slytherin and nodded guiltily. He'd been caught. It only made him feel a little worse. And the powerful word 'please' coming from his boyfriend, how could he try to stop scratching when he really needed to? It was like the urge to cut, so hard to resist.

Draco pulled on his pants, tightened the belt around his waist and put on his white long-sleeved shirt. He sighed at the Gryffindor as he put on his robe, but he felt something long and hard in one of the pockets. Of course! His wand had been there where he left it. "You ready to head to the Great Hall?"

Harry sluggishly got up off the bed and nodded. He still doesn't want to go eat but had to do it for Draco. Draco intertwined their hands together with a smile and kisses Harry's warm cheek. They walked out of the dorm and head towards the common room. The Gryffindor common room is crowded with people. Well, Gryffindor's. Harry spotted Hermione reading one of her many thousands of books on the maroon armchair near the fireplace with Pansy sleeping on her lap and Ron looked deep in thought about something. He was probably thinking of Blaise.

They both only noticed it was around 7:30 in the morning. Still pretty early for breakfast but they headed out of the common room anyway. When they made it to the Great Hall, they noticed that the professors were already sitting at the tables and a few students were inside sitting at their house tables as well.

They sat at the Gryffindor table. Draco started buttering two pieces of toast with lemon jam as Harry hadn't even reached across the table to get anything to eat. He needed a little help, so he looked up at the Professor's table and tried to get his godfather's attention.

Severus Snape could sense someone has been looking at him and stared around the Hall until he met eyes with his godson, Draco Malfoy. He rose an eyebrow at his godson, asking non-verbally what he needs. Draco frowned and nodded his head towards Harry, telling his godfather who exactly needs help.

Severus looked at his godson's boyfriend. The bespectacled green-eyed and dark-haired Gryffindor that he loathes but actually can't as the boy's the son of his best friend. The boy looked quite depressed... but he seemed fine yesterday. The saddened look his godson gave him made him realise that Potter wasn't eating properly and would need a few boosts for a couple of days. He gave his godson a nod and carried his piece of toast out of the Great Hall to his storeroom in his classroom. Shame, he had no pepper-up potions in stock. Just one bottle of calming draught and a couple of bottles of the eating disorder potion. He needed to make more Pepper-ups but right now, he could only give the boy a calming draught which would last him at least a day and same with the eating disorder. At least if the boy was eating properly, that's what mattered the most, really.

Draco sighed when watching his godfather leave and turned back to Harry who looked so dead to the world, just like always. He began ripping the toast up into small bite-sized pieces for Harry. He didn't even see his godfather walking back into the Great Hall towards himself and Harry with a vial of potions in both hands. When he did see Severus standing behind Harry ready to spike Harry's pumpkin juice, Draco smirked, lifted Harry's chin up so he could look into his emerald green eyes and captures Harry's lips in a soft kiss while letting his godfather pour the vial into the Gryffindor's juice.

Severus' lips twitched into an almost small smile when seeing his godson show affection to the dark-haired Gryffindor. He even felt sympathy – but will never admit it to anyone – to Lily's son because of what he goes through. How could he not? The boy may be the replica of James, but those green eyes and kind heart shows the Lily in him.

Draco leaned out of the kiss with a smile and looked up at Severus who nodded at him and left towards the professor's table again. He eyed Harry's pumpkin juice and moved it in front of the Gryffindor and said, "Drink up, Harry. Please."

Harry reluctantly grabbed the goblet of pumpkin juice and brought it up to his mouth. He took a sip and in a few minutes after swallowing down the liquid, he felt a little better. Better than this morning and better than last night. He even felt a little hungry too. He stole the little pieces of bread from Draco's plate and started gobbling them up. Oh, Merlin... The lemon jam tastes quite... good! Sweet like honey but with that delicious lemony citrus taste as well.

Draco kissed Harry's cheek with approval as he was happy Harry was eating – even if it was a little help from a certain potion. But he hates drugging Harry like this. How else could he get Harry to eat, besides embarrassing him by feeding him but he doesn't want to do that all the time.

Severus felt pleased with himself when seeing Lily's son smile again. It was like a life debt had been paid and he could feel Lily smiling down at the both of them.

Harry turned his head and looked at Draco with a smile. He scooted a little closer and intertwined his hand with Draco's which lay on his lap. "What are we going to do until class starts?" he asks casually, curiously.

With his free hand, Draco began eating his own lemon jam flavoured toast. He was really pondering what he and Harry could do together before class. The options were to sleep in, read together, cuddle or... what else...? He was broken out of his thoughts as he felt soft lips kiss his cheek repeatedly. He smiled along with blushed at the loving gesture and took a sip of his own Pumpkin juice.

Harry continued kissing the blonde Slytherin wizard's cheek while sliding his arms across Draco's back and stomach to hold tightly in an embrace. He loves how crimson he can make Draco's cheeks because of his actions, but also his words. "Shall we head to Potions now and... just use the extra time to cuddle and read over different Potions we could be brewing in the future?" he asked with a smile.

Draco kissed him quickly on the lips. He is really enjoying this first day of school. "Yes, let's," he says and his eyes glance from Harry's green eyes to his pretty chapped lips which he has kissed.

As Harry and Draco lined up outside Professor Snape's classroom door, Draco placed his free arm that wasn't holding his items around Harry's waist and Harry put his arm around the blonde Slytherin wizards' neck. They smiled at each other for a few moments until leaning in for a slow kiss. Ron and Blaise, who stood in front of the snogging couple, smiled at them and intertwined hands with each other. And then the classroom door creaked open which made the snogging couple lean out of the kiss with a sigh. They filed into the classroom behind Ron and Blaise and took their seat on the Slytherin side of the classroom behind Crabbe and Goyle.

Harry didn't listen to Snape's talk about the O.W.L. examination next June and how important it was as he just stared at a spot in the front of the classroom. He had Draco to tell him at any time anyway and when the Slytherin intertwined hands with him, he gave a smile and when Snape wasn't looking, kissed Draco's nose.

Draco smiled at the gesture and made a noise kind of like a squeak. Harry looked at him curiously, Draco never makes squeaking noises, but he found it adorable and kissed his nose again.

"Mr Potter!" Snape barked at the Gryffindor and his pathetic affection towards his godson which is disturbing the class. "Please abandon your fondness to my Slytherin student confined within until you're absent from my classroom!"

Harry flushed at being caught and nodded at his professor. Damn Draco and his attractiveness to distract him in class. While Snape looked away from Harry and continued about the importance of O.W.L.S, Harry began to take out his Potions book ready to start brewing. He noticed Ron was looking over at him worriedly, he didn't know what to do so he gave his best mate a smile.

Ron smiled back at his best mate but still worried for him. He couldn't exactly forget what he saw earlier this morning that lay on his best mate's arm. And was that a real smile of a fake one? He couldn't tell these days.

Finally, from what felt like hours of explaining, Snape was on about the potion everyone had to brew today. The draught of peace. Harry tried to listen to Snape and his explanation of the potion, it's just that monotoned voice was so boring to hear.

Harry groaned at how difficult this potion seems to be. Draco sniggered at him for his hate for Potions which he still has no idea how Harry could hate it. With a little help from Draco here and there, Harry managed to complete the potion without Snape snapping at him. Yet again, Ron was watching him. It got a little annoying, even Blaise thought so as he wanted the attention.

Harry smiled at his potion which had silver vapour rising from it. But he couldn't have done this good of a job if it wasn't for Draco. He filled a flask halfway up with his potion, put his name on the label and took it up to Snape's desk.

Snape looked at the contents in Harry's flask and nodded in approval. Seems like Potter and the relationship with his godson does have a few pros to it.

Harry sighed as Snape told them they have homework to complete by next Thursday. He packed up his items and put them back in his book bag. Draco emptied the rest of his own and Harry's potion into more flasks and stored them in Snape's storeroom just for future uses. When he came back, he gave Harry's cheek a gentle kiss and smiled.

Harry smiled back at him and kissed him slowly, not caring if he was being glared at by Snape. When he leaned out of the gentle kiss he whispered into Draco's ear, "I need to use the loo. Be right back."

Draco nodded and watched him leave. A few minutes later as Harry got back, he noticed everyone had left for charms already. He sighed; Draco was gone too. He also noticed his stuff had gone as well and guessed Draco took them. What a magnificent boyfriend he has. So, kind, and caring and thoughtful. Just as Harry was about to turn the corner to head off for Charms, he heard a familiar monotoned voice calling his name.

"Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes and turned around to face his Potions Professor. Can't people just leave him alone? "Yes, Professor?" He asked bubbly, trying to sound polite instead of downright annoyed.

"How are you doing?" the dark professor asked in an almost polite tone, and Harry blinked and rubbed at his ears momentarily, wondering if he heard right. Snape caring for him? He must have woken up in another dimension.

"Do I have to recite myself, Potter?" the Professor asked with a scowl. Merlin, did the child not only achieve bad eyesight from James, but was there someone in the family that was death? "I asked how you're doing since that... night."

"I'm fine, Professor," Harry replied coldly. He just wanted to walk off but didn't want to be shouted at. It would just remind him of... The Dursleys, and his Uncle. He felt a warm soft hand intertwine with his own and felt himself calm down. He looked up at the boy beside him and smiled.

"Harry, my beautiful boyfriend," Draco said smoothly while leaning down just an inch to kiss Harry's cheeks. Harry blushed at the compliment from Draco and the lovely little kiss from him. Could his life get any better?

Snape rolled his eyes at the couple and sighed. Why can't his godson let him talk to Potter alone? This was a very important matter to discuss. He's been thinking since Potter drank the potion that maybe he will come out to him about what he goes through that wasn't included in the child's suicide note.

Harry snaked his arms around Draco's neck. All he wanted right now was the professor to leave him and Draco alone. "Draco, my beautiful boyfriend," Harry said sweetly by returning the compliment and giving Draco a kiss on the nose.

"You're more beautiful, Harry," Draco said while wrapping his arms around Harry's back. He knew he was annoying his godfather just by saying such powerful words, but he liked it. No. He loved it. He could have pinned Harry up against the wall and snogged him hard in front of his godfather.

"No, you are." Harry booped Draco's nose with his finger. He grinned at the glimmer he noticed in the blonde's eyes. Such a beautiful silver colour like diamonds sparkling in a white room or sunlight. Snape glared at the two and left them be. What good will it do him anyway? All he wanted was to ask the boy if he was doing fine and the boy seems fine.

"Well, that was easy," Draco said, smirking as he watched his godfather leave. He could finally have Harry all to himself now without any distractions, unless Umbridge appears around the corner then he would have to step away from Harry.

Harry cupped Draco's chin and turned Draco's face back around to face him. Such a beautiful boy he is dating. How could he be so lucky? he kept asking himself. "Shall we head off to Charms now?" he asked while moving his hands down Draco's chin to his neck and around to the back of his neck.

"We should as we don't want to be late," Draco agreed, inclining his head to the side a bit as he leaned in for a kiss. Harry smiled in the kiss, missing how soft Draco's kisses were when touching his own. The kiss was just full of love, no tongues whatsoever. Just love and passion. They gently pulled out of the kiss and headed to Charms. When entering the charms classroom, they snaked their way around every student and sat next to each other at the right-back tables.

Harry got bored of waiting for every other student to arrive, so he leaned his head on Draco's shoulder and smiled. "So, I haven't seen Ivy anywhere around Hogwarts," he said distractedly when watching Draco's hands curl around his, and he was breathing in the familiar vanilla cologne that Draco was wearing. "Got any clue why?"

"I haven't any idea, Harry," Draco said and kissed Harry's raven soft hair. Mmmm. Pine. So sweet. He couldn't stop kissing Harry's hair and breathing in the scent.

"Think they decided to run off and get married somewhere?" Harry asked with a chuckle. He loves how sweet and loving Draco can be in the classroom even if they're not allowed to kiss each other which was very disappointing.

Lavender glared up at Harry because of his statement and threw a paper ball up at him from her Rose-gold coloured muggle notebook Ivy gave her.

Harry flinched as a paper ball hit his nose. He rubbed at his nose slowly and looked down at it. "Nice shot, Lavender." Draco sniggered at how Harry went cross-eyed and thought that was just adorable as well as funny.

Lavender shook her head in disapproval at Harry and stared down at her notebook. This was not the time to joke around about Ivy.

"I think you have a pretty good idea of what not to say to an annoyed Lavender," Draco said as he unwrapped the paper ball. He noticed words on the piece of paper but couldn't see what it read because of how scrunched up the paper was.

"What does the note say," Harry asked curiously while propping his chin on Draco's shoulder, and looking down at the unfolded note. He could see a few words on the note, but they were just so small to see.

"How do you know it's a...?" Draco asked curiously. Yes, he definitely saw words, but it could be anything. Could be directions, an invitation, Ingredients...

"Anything Lavender throws at someone is obviously a note," Harry tells him and wonders if Lavender gave them some juicy gossip to read. Unless it is a note from Ivy but wouldn't she deliver it verbally than by note? "Read it."

"What do you say?" Draco asked slowly with a smirk. He will be doing nothing without proper manners directed to him. Even if it's from his boyfriend.

Harry laughed at the blonde wizard wanting him to use proper manners. He looked up at him while fluttering his eyelashes just to try and look cunning before saying, "Pleasseeee, Draco, my love?"

Draco kissed Harry's forehead slowly in approval and then looked back at the note. He read over it twice and a look of puzzlement crossed his face. "It says that Ivy is at the ministry," he said with bewilderment, not understanding this at all. "What's she doing there?"

"It means," Lavender said clearly, turning her head to look at them and getting the boy's attention. "She has been found out about her underage apparition. They say she's going to be put on trial. She's lucky she didn't hiss at them or show her fangs. Who knew what they would do if they found out she's a-" but she stopped halfway through her sentence and looked at Harry, noticing his confusion.

Harry was confused. Does Ivy have fangs? She hisses at people? What is she?

"What?!" Draco responded in shock and tried to stir the conversation away from her vampire cousin. How could she be found out about her apparition already? What could happen to her? Merlin...

"Aren't you...mad or upset about it?" Harry asked of her. He frowned at himself and how dumb he sounded and for whatever Lavender's keeping from him. Unless Draco knows... But of course, she would be mad! She's Ivy's girlfriend and she'll be worrying about her greatly.

"Of course, I am!" Lavender snapped at him, gaining half of the class's attention. "I'm bloody furious! My girlfriend's on trial-..."

"That's enough, Ms Brown," Professor Flitwick answered while hopping on his large book to see every one of his students. "Good morning, everyone. Now today..."

Lavender sank down in her seat in frustration and began doodling in her Rose-Gold coloured notebook.

Draco and Harry exchanged worried glances at each other throughout the lesson. They couldn't believe Ivy had been caught, especially by everything she's been through. Harry only half-listened to the professor's lecture on the Locomotion Charm as he was worried for Ivy but also for Draco as he knew this would be hard for him. He kept a firm grip on Draco's hand and squeezed it for reassurance, whenever Draco squeezes back, Harry smiled.

Once the class was over, it was Harry's turn to make sure that Draco was alright. He led Draco to an alcove in a corridor and sat under it with Draco. He breathed out slowly. "I know you're normally the one who asks this to me but, are you alright?" He asked with concern, tilting his head to the side and staring deeply into pools of silver.

Draco sighed and frowned. He would never lie to Harry about how he's feeling and hoped by talking about it, it will also help Harry to talk to him whenever he feels depressed. "To be honest with you, no, I'm not okay," he comes out clean to him and shakes his head. "I'm so worried, Harry. I'm scared for Ivy. What if she actually gets sent to Azkaban? What if she tries to...?"

"Hey," Harry said softly and cut him off. He frowned and placed his hand over Draco's hand. "I have faith she'll get through this. I have hope she'll be discharged from the...thing. We have to believe in her as she would believe in us and I trust she won't do anything to harm herself. She couldn't either way if she's already in custody."

Draco snuggled up to Harry, resting his head on Harry's shoulder and closed his eyes while breathing in Harry's aroma. This is exactly what he needs, a comforting snuggle with his one true love where all his worries leave him for a while.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco lightly and kissed his forehead. He leaned his head down and pressed his forehead to the blonde Slytherin's head and said, "She'll be okay Draco." He heard sniffles so he brushed Draco's hair out of his silver eyes which were filling with a few tears. "I can't promise it, but I know she can get through anything. She's a brave, strong, intelligent young woman."

"Thank you, Harry," Draco said sincerely and gently, blinking away his tears and rubbing his nose against Harry's neck. "For everything. You're incredible."

"It's no problem, Draco," Harry said while smiling down at his beautiful boyfriend. His life feels complete with this young man in his life. So complete. Draco shifted into a position where he was facing Harry and licking his lips, he leaned in for a kiss.

"Boys!"

Harry and Draco jumped out of the kiss and looked at the woman who disturbed their loving kisses. How dare McGonagall disturb us! Draco thought with a scowl. His scowl turned into a small frown as the professor looked sternly at him. Gees, this lady can be so frightening at times.

"Professor..." Harry said blankly, confused with why they're being interrupted when it is Lunchtime. Why should he and Draco get told off for snogging in the corridors when it is lunchtime? It made no sense. "It is lunchtime, right?"

The strict professor looked at her fellow Gryffindor and smiled. "Yes, Mr Potter," she nodded curtly. "It is lunchtime so why are you both not in the Great Hall right now with your friends?"

"I'm not very hungry, professor," Draco muttered, his hand lacing together with Harry's. Well, he was quite hungry, but he wanted to spend his lunch with Harry. Beside him, Harry nodded in agreement, even if he was kinda hungry too.

"Very well," McGonagall said lightly, not at all showing her slight concern for her two students who're not going to the Great Hall to eat. "I hope I do see both of you at Dinner this afternoon." She looked down at Harry sternly, "And you, Mr Potter, I trust you'll be in class tomorrow morning."

"We both will be there," Draco promised her with a small affirming smile. He will always make sure Harry gets to class and at least eats something. Education matters the most, and he will make sure Harry learns everything he can.

McGonagall nodded and walked away. Probably to the Great Hall where everyone else will be. Harry looked back at Draco and smiled while thinking about what they can do together, "Where should we spend our Lunch, if not in the Great Hall?"

Draco shrugged gently in Harry's embrace. He really had no idea; all he wants is to stay with Harry for as long as he can before class starts again. But then he remembered something he had forgotten. He left his pyjamas up in the 5th year's boys dormitory on Harry's bed. But that didn't really matter. He has the same pair of pyjamas in his trunk down in the Slytherin boys dormitory. "Let's go spend lunch up in Gryffindor," he suggests to the Gryffindor beside him.

"Alright," Harry said quietly as he brushed a strand of blond hair out of the Slytherin's breathtaking silver eyes. He stood up and helped Draco up off the floor then they both headed to Gryffindor tower.

They entered through the portrait into the common room and surprisingly, it was empty. No Gryffindor in their sight. But they took no hesitation and went up to the dormitory. It was also empty. "I'm going to head to the toilet," Draco says just as Harry sits down on his bed with one leg brought up to his chest, his neck resting on his knee. "I won't be very long. Stay here!"

How could Harry say no to this handsome guy he's dating? He nodded at Draco and smiled back. Draco took a step forward, leaned down while cupping Harry's face in his hands and ended the space between them in a gentle kiss. Harry kissed back with a slow smile and brought his hands up to Draco's arms which he rubbed affectionately.

Draco knew he would have to depart here so he and Harry have enough time to do whatever. Mm. Whatever sounds quite nice. He leaned out and smirked, gave Harry one quick kiss and exited the room.

Harry sighed happily and laid down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling of his 4-poster. It got a little boring just lying around in the dorm room, so he walked down to the common room and sat on one of the maroon coloured armchairs in front of the fireplace. The fireplace roared with the flames of life as they danced uncontrollably. Harry didn't know how long he just stared at the fireplace for until he heard a familiar voice.

"Potter!"

Harry looked up at the incomer and smiled warmly. Draco had just entered the room with that beautiful smirk he loves to see, even if he loves the blonde Slytherin's' smiles more. But there's just something undeniably attractive about Draco's familiar smirks.

"I want cuddles!" Draco mumbled with a pout and launched himself on the chair Harry sat on. Harry laughed at the needy Slytherin and gave him what he wants with a kiss on the forehead. Draco smiled and looked up into green shining eyes. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Harry's softly and hoped this moment will never have an end. "That reminds me..." He looked back up into green eyes worriedly. He really needed to know what happened this morning and why his boyfriend woke up so depressed. "I was so worried this morning. What made you... hurt yourself?"

Harry sighed deeply at the type of conversation he knew Draco wanted to start. Even if he didn't want to talk about this, he could with Draco, but it'd be hard. "I... had a nightmare," he tells him hesitantly. Now he felt utterly stupid because everyone has nightmares but... these ones are worse than any other nightmare someone could have.

"Can I ask what they're about, my darling?" Draco asked carefully and kissed Harry's nose just to make the Gryffindor smile, which Harry did. He smiled with him and placed his hand to Harry's chest, his fists grabbing handfuls of Harry's shirt.

"That night... after Cedric and I were teleported by that Portkey," Harry hurries to say and squeezed Draco a little tighter in the cuddle, so he doesn't feel down which he found quite hard not to do. But having the Slytherin here with him in his arms always managed to make him feel a little better.

"Oh, Harry," Draco said sadly. He kissed him slowly and could see Harry's slight happiness fade. "Whenever you do have a nightmare can you please call Dobby to come and get me? I'll always be here for you even if I have to wake up at 12 in the morning."

"Okay..." Harry said with a slow exhale. He does not even believe he could do that but well, he will try his best for Draco. "I will."

"Good," Draco says, accepting what Harry promised him and he kissed him again slowly with a crooked smile. The Gryffindor sighed in the kiss, and Draco's hand unreleased Harry's shirt and moves its way down until resting at Harry's zipper. Harry moans silently with satisfaction and gently thrusts his hips up, suddenly wanting Draco's hand to unzip him and grab his cock.

Draco pulled away from the kiss, turned around and sat on Harry's hardening bulge in his pants. He presses his back into Harry's chest, turns his head to the side and gives Harry kisses while rutting his arse against him.

"Christ, Draco," Harry says breathlessly and thrusts his hips up with a grunt. Draco smiles pruriently, gets up from Harry's lap and turns around. He reaches down to grab Harry's hand, pulls the aroused Harry Potter up to his feet and leads him up to the boy's bathroom while he swings his hips and pokes his arse out for his boyfriend.

Harry smiles hungrily at Draco and watches that round, pretty arse move in those black pants that he wishes were too tight for the Slytherin. He suddenly feels more aroused than he was back in the common room when thinking about driving his cock up into the Slytherin's arse in the near future. Though, he didn't know why Draco took him into the bathroom instead of somewhere nice and comfortable like his bed.

It all happened so fast after they stripped each other naked in a stall right there in the gents' of Gryffindor Tower. Draco moaned softly as Harry had pressed him cheek-first to the closed door and driven into his luscious, wildly jiggling arse with all the force and scorching energy he felt coursing through his veins. He tasted Draco's delicious mouth, his salty skin, run his hands over the incredible, velvety softness of it; he'd wrapped his fingers around Draco's slender, throbbing cock, had revelled in the sounds Draco made as Harry had his way with him, his slim, pale body pliant and willing in Harry's arms.

And as he'd fucked Draco, for the first time in days, since the Holidays actually, he hadn't thought about his depression and Draco had savoured every brutal, jarring thrust of Potter's spectacular cock up his arse.

Harry had fucked and fucked and fucked Draco into the wooden door, wringing helpless cries and shameless demands out of him, until they'd both shuddered with orgasm and Harry had spilled into him for so long and with such formidable intensity that he nearly went blind from it. And after they gradually put their clothes back on, they had gone back to the 5th year boy's dormitory, Draco on wobbly legs with a gloriously sore arse and collapsed onto Harry's bed and fell asleep instantly when snuggling up to his boyfriend.

*****

Harry met Hermione down in the common room at 6 in the morning on a Tuesday. She wore her hair up in a high ponytail which Harry has never seen her done before. A pink singlet she wore, and covered over it was a black sports jacket, and to finish she wore black running leggings and multicoloured running shoes. Harry just wore some sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt. He knew it was cold outside but if they were going running he would warm up pretty fast and he didn't want her to see his scars.

"Morning, Harry, are you ready?" Hermione asked excitedly, her brown eyes sparkling and she suddenly began jogging on the spot.

"I guess so, yeah," Harry says, and he nods his head whilst surpassing a yawn. "I'm ready. Where are we going?" Trying to sleep for eight hours is kind of tiring, and then having to wake up at six is a little worse. But he didn't want to keep Hermione just waiting down here for him.

"Just around the Black Lake," Hermione told him and nodded her head towards the tunnel out of the Common Room. "If we can make it all the way around," she adds but sounds a little disbelieved in herself and she links arms with him. "But let's just see how far we can go first."

Harry nods again and heads out of the common room with Hermione. They ended up down by the shore of the Black Lake, stretching out their limbs ready for their jog. Harry was just doing lunges when he watched Hermione do the splits on the grassy spot they were on. The fucking splits both ways. Side splits and front splits. Doesn't that hurt? "Jesus, Hermione. How are you so flexible?"

Hermione looks up at him, grinning through her teeth. "Believe it or not I used to do Gymnastics when I was younger," she tells him when reaching her arms forward and her legs were open wide in a side split.

Harry's eyes widened a little in surprise. That, he didn't know. What else doesn't he know about his best friend? "What else haven't you told me?" he asked curiously, nearly falling over as he tries to lunge.

"Well," Hermione starts, the sides of her mouth twitching up into a smile and Harry just groans silently to himself, thinking how much he doesn't know about her life in the muggle world. "I did participate in a spelling bee in year four."

"Of course, you did," Harry says with a shake of his head, knowing that Hermione would have participated in anything challenging just to be on top of her class. They then began jogging around the shore together, keeping at a slow pace. Hermione continued to tell him what she hasn't told Harry about her life in the muggle world, like watching YouTube videos about Conspiracy Theories and Documentaries or going rollerskating which was a total surprise to Harry. He never thought that Hermione, a bookworm, would roller skate around her hometown. He also found out that she's been to Summer Camp and learnt how to play the flute and ride a horse. She's done a lot of things he was unable to do as a child because of the Dursleys.

Harry never thought jogging could actually be a tough exercise to do, though there were other sports he could have done that are harder to do like weight lifting or even sprinting. They weren't even halfway around the Black Lake when he felt like collapsing, and when looking beside him at Hermione, he could tell she was puffed out too. It's not every day that he would go out and to a 5k jog with a best friend.

They finished the jog after another kilometre of jogging and went to rest under a tree. Harry with his heart still racing from exhaustion, called for Dobby to bring them a glass of water, and he did. Harry cherished the glass of water, feeling the coolness of it run down his throat and cool him down. He actually feels clear-minded now like he could go through the day and not feel like shit at all. After their racing hearts calmed down, and they had a few more glasses of water brought down by Dobby, they then decided to head back up to the castle and get ready for the day. They had another running session in a day at the same time, and Harry actually felt a little excited about it.

When Harry reached the boy's dorm and entered, he saw Draco awake and sitting up in his bed, just staring up at the ceiling. The Slytherin had stayed the night over in the dorm and knew Harry was going jogging with Hermione early in the morning. Harry smiled and went over to him, sitting down on the side of the bed.

"You're all sweaty," Draco says quietly so he doesn't wake Harry's dorm mates up, but he doesn't seem to mind at all if Harry's sweating as he's staring at Harry's sweaty body, eyes dilating, and running his hands slowly up Harry's arms and to his neck.

Heart rapidly beating against his chest, Harry goes in for a quick kiss with the Slytherin and just as he leans out, Draco's hands grab his waist and pull him down until he's on top of Draco who's lying down on the mattress of his bed. He smirks. So this is what the Slytherin wants. His sweaty cock up Draco's arse? That, he doesn't mind doing.

Surprisingly though the day, it turned out alright. No dark feelings, no urges to run into the bathroom and harm himself. His day was all clean and innocent, besides the sweaty morning shag he gave Draco, and yet the Slytherin wasn't bothered by how much he was sweating or if his sweat was dripping onto Draco's pale lithe body. It was just a pure blissful sweaty shag. A heavenly shag.

*****

Harry stormed out of Professor McGonagall's office. He had a weeks' worth of detention with that Umbridge woman just because he was telling the truth. The worst thing about the detentions was that he was unable to meet with Draco after dinner. Or maybe he could, detention couldn't take more than a couple of hours to complete. There would be time to go down to the Slytherin Dungeons...no scratch that. He didn't know the password, not like last year. And as he made it back to his dormitory, he went straight to bed and fell asleep thinking about Draco.

When Harry woke that morning, he was actually feeling a little hungry. But the bandages on his arm were a little uncomfortable. He shut all the curtains around him and rolled up his sleeves. The bandage was still neatly wrapped around his arm. He wanted to see his cuts, wanted to remember what he did so he found the end of the bandage which was tucked under another bandage and unwrapped it from his arm. The trails of blood still lay there but came off easily as he rubbed at them. And the cuts he made had dried blood smudged around them. He rubbed at the blood and it easily came off. He kept rubbing until he could see his pale arm clearly with only the red lines of his cuts. It sure was a pretty sight. A very pretty sight... but not as beautiful as Draco.

He scratched hard at his cuts and immediately felt the numbness overwhelm him. It made him feel good. Really good. But it wasn't enough to make his dark thoughts rush away. He dug the bandage under his pillow as he couldn't be bothered with finding a bin anywhere.

He actually went down to breakfast but sat at the Slytherin table. He doesn't know what's been happening... a day ago he just couldn't eat at all. But now he could. It was confusing. Just... how? He was startled as Ron and Hermione came to join Blaise and Pansy at the table.

He mostly ignored whatever everyone was talking about. All he could hear from Ron was 'No' and 'Snape'. And then Hermione yawned, Harry couldn't be bothered with lifting his head to see what she was doing. In the corner of his eye, it just looked like she was waving her hands around like someone over-excited. Heh, he thought. How he wishes he could be excited right now. When he felt a hand intertwine with his own, he felt a little calmer and looked up into worried silver eyes. He gave his Slytherin a reassuring smile. Well, he hoped his smile was big enough to fool Draco but by the look on the Slytherin's face, he just didn't believe Harry at all.

That just made Harry feel a little worse. Under the table, he scratched at his cuts from under his sleeve. He felt a little better but wished he had his blade with him so he could run off somewhere and cut.

"So, Harry, where do you think the hats Hermione made for all the house-elves have gone to?" Ron asked determinedly like Harry could automatically believe his side of the story that the elves would be too scared to even pick up a self-made hat or scarf made by Hermione.

All eyes around him on the table turned to Harry and he just wished he could crawl up into a ball and disappear. Draco frowned as he knew Harry wasn't feeling the best. He glared up at Ron. "Come off it, Ron!" he spits, flaring up defensively. "Can't you see he is in no mood to talk?"

Ron looked at Harry curiously and noticed how down he looked. He didn't know what to say to his best mate as he knew if he would ask if he is okay, he would obviously get the 'I'm fine' lie. "Sorry," he croaks at Harry, but sounded quite blank.

Harry dished himself up with a small bowl of porridge, added some walnuts and prunes into it as well as maple syrup. It was some new recipe he saw on the television at the Dursleys over the first week of the holidays. It was supposed to be healthy, but the maple syrup didn't look like it fitted in the 'healthy' item of the dish. He simply kept his main focus on his porridge and slowly took a few bites of it.

The rest of the morning seemed to be okay to Harry. Charms with Professor Flitwick, being taught why OWLS were important was kind of boring but it got a little fun when learning summoning charms. He even stole Draco's quill with the summoning charm, even though he sat right next to him because he just wanted to be noticed by this gorgeous Slytherin once again. It was fun, making Draco try to take the quill from him and ended up nearly falling off his chair.

And then in Transfiguration, they had to learn Vanishing spells. Harry nearly accidentally vanished Hermione's book instead of his snail which earned him a glare from Hermione. Beside him, Draco was sniggering when Ron actually made Blaise's book vanish, and Blaise glared at first but calmed down a few minutes later.

Finally, lunchtime! Harry walked out of the classroom with Draco who had to run to the bathroom real quick but he didn't leave until he gave Harry a quick kiss, so Harry headed to Gryffindor Tower. Right now, he wanted some alone time even though he knew he should be practising the vanishing spell during this time so he doesn't have homework. He entered the Pink Lady's portrait and rushed up to the boy's dormitory. He got onto his bed, crawled up to the pillows and laid down on his side, facing away from the door.

While Harry was resting on his bed and waiting for Draco, Draco was in the gents' bathroom in a stall and looking at his abdomen with a frown. He knows something is wrong with him, he's been throwing up a few times since sometime during the holiday but he knows he hasn't eaten anything bad. He's always eating healthy and making sure he doesn't get sick. He has read a few books about the condition he's in and there are only a few reasons why he's throwing up. Either he's pregnant, which makes some sense since it all started a few days after Harry made love to him during the holidays. Or he's just got an infection which he doubts. There are a few other horrifying reasons why he could be throwing up.

He hasn't told anybody because he just doesn't want to. But could he be pregnant? Was that possible? There are potions, he knows, but he hasn't had anything besides juice and water as a drink. The thought of carrying Harry's child felt... it excited him a bit but also scared him. He doesn't want children yet. Not until he's graduated from Hogwarts and has a successful job. Deciding he should tell someone, he went straight up to the Hospital Wing to see Madam Pomfrey.

"Ah, Mr Malfoy," Madam Pomfrey says just when she noticed Draco walking into the room alone, and she finished applying yellow healing balm on a young Hufflepuff girl's arm where terribly bitten by a crup. "How can I help you?" she asks in her professional healer voice, places the balm down and walks over to him.

"I um..." Draco looks around the room wearily, only seeing a few sleeping or unconscious students in beds. He still had to be cautious with what he says and who hears him. "I think I'm pregnant, Madam Pomfrey," his voice was no louder than a whisper, and he swallowed a little hard. "I've been throwing up a few times during the week, and it started a few days after Harry and I... um... yeah. And my umm," he could feel himself flush, "my nipples have been feeling a little tender."

"I see," Madam Pomfrey says and she gestures him to a bed. Draco nods and when the healer turns away and heads to her office, Draco lays down on the bed waiting for her. Madam Pomfrey comes back carrying a few different coloured potions, and she places them on the table beside his bed. She sways her wand around Draco's abdomen, muttering a simple spell but nothing happens. No balls of light of any colour. "You're not pregnant, Mr Malfoy. You just have a stomach bug, and what you would need for your nipples would be a nice rub from Mr Potter."

The colour to Draco's cheeks darkened and he sat up, wondering how she can say that so easily. "So, is there a way you can cure the stomach bug then?" he asks curiously, a single blonde eyebrow raising to his fringe. "It's a bloody annoying thing to deal with."

Madam Pomfrey nods, turns to the table beside her and hands him a potion coloured orange. "That will help with your stomach bug," she says, watching him drink the potion until there's nothing left, and she sits down beside him. "But I need to tell you that male pregnancies can only occur if you've taken a birthing Potion and have had sex sometime after digesting it. Males can't just get pregnant, not unless they're Veelas or Alpha Wolf Males. Then, pregnancy can occur easily. For Pure-bloods like you, it can occur, yes, but only if whoever you have sexual intercourse with is a higher class being. A Veela, alpha male werewolf, vampire, or fairy, for example."

Draco nodded his head. So he wasn't pregnant. That was a relief, but it also was a little saddening to think about. For days he had thought he was pregnant with Harry's first child and at fifteen, which is still very young for anyone having a child. "Thank you for helping me, Madam Pomfrey, and telling me all that," he says lightly, tipping his head with an awkward smile. "I should go. I don't want Harry worrying about my whereabouts."

"Of course, off you go then," Madam Pomfrey said and shooed him off the bed. "I have my other patients to treat." Draco nods and quickly gets up off the bed, the empty potion bottle lying on the bed sheets where the dip in the bed was where he sat. He left the Hospital Ward and headed up to Gryffindor Tower, wondering what Harry was doing right about now.

Draco practically launched himself at Harry and embraced him in a hug and a kiss when he entered the Gryffindor boy's dormitory and saw Harry on his bed. He knows it has only been a few minutes but minutes away from the one you love seems like it feels forever. "Merlin, I hate being even two feet away from you," he says in between kisses.

Harry forced a chuckle and kissed him back, running his hands up Draco's back to his soft blonde groomed hair. He too has been thinking about Draco a lot. It's hard being without Draco, he gets so lonely even if Hermione and Ron are close by.

"Most important question..." Draco started with a slow grin, but he knew the conversation he was going to start might bore Harry. "Do you have any homework you need help with? I want to make sure you're finishing off all of your homework by the due date."

Harry groaned and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. "Yes!" he admits petulantly, and Draco chuckled. Harry pressed his forehead against Draco's and sighed. "I couldn't vanish a snail. A sodding snail! And I need to finish off my Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures and Potion's essay."

Draco leaned out of the embrace and smiled lamely at him while folding his hands over Harry's warm hands. "How about we go to the library to finish off your homework?" he implies gently, already shuffling out of Harry's bed but before doing so, he leaned down and kissed Harry's hand.

"Sure," Harry agrees with a smile, though, his Homework wasn't on his list of things to worry about right now. But he knew he had to get it done or he'd get a detention, and that means less time with Draco.

After one last slow kiss, they headed to the Library. Well, more like the Library's secret room. Once they were in the room, Harry opened his transfiguration's book to the required page of Vanishing spells.

"Okay...." Draco says quietly as he re-read how to cast the Vanishing spell from Harry's Transfiguration book. "All you have to say is 'Evanesco' and point your wand at this..." he pulled out a golden goblet he stole from the kitchens. "Goblet."

"Draco, where did you get that?" Harry asked curiously, tilting his head to the side when looking at the Goblet and his eyebrows drew together in concern. Merlin... if this boy stole something he shouldn't have...

"I stole it," Draco said simply with an innocent shrug, and Harry's mouth fell open in shock. Draco placed his hand under Harry's chin, closed his opened mouth and looked back down at Harry's Transfiguration book. "It was easy to do anyway," he adds, the corner of his mouth lifting up into a little smirk. "I just went into the kitchens and searched the cupboards for a Goblet. Though, I didn't find it so I asked an elf for one."

Harry sighed a little in what seemed like relief and crawled on top of the Slytherin. He sat on the blonde Slytherin's lap and ran his hand down the Slytherin's chest to his prick. "I think you're the one who deserves the punishments, my love," he said smoothly while rubbing his hand over Draco's erection.

Draco bit his lip and ran his hands up and down Harry's waist, really liking where this is going but education is his top priority right now. He doesn't want his lover to fail any of his classes, so he lifted himself from the couch and in which Harry was lifted too and he fell forwards towards the end of the couch on top of Harry with a smirk. "No funny business, darling," he says gently and thrusts his hips forward. "Education comes before sex."

Harry made a little noise of disapproval which made Draco smile and he leaned down to quickly kiss him. When leaning away, he sat back up and looks down at the table. "Practise the spell on..." He paused as he didn't exactly know what Harry would practise the spell on. He didn't have anything he hates that he wants to vanish. "Get the snail, if you still have it from this morning, and you'll practise the spell on it."

Harry nodded and grabbed out the container containing the little snail he used in Transfiguration from his book bag. It was somehow still alive. He picked up the little snail by its brown shell and placed it on the table. It only moved half a centimetre across the table so this would be easy. "Evanesco!" Harry muttered and pointed his wand at the slow snail. It didn't disappear. He sighed and let his head fall down on the table.

Draco smiled at Harry and patted his tattered black hair. He was so proud of Harry for at least trying. "You'll get it sometime," he said with a voice filled with support and encouragement. "Just keep practising."

Harry kept practising the spell and finally after fourteen more tries and concentrating hard, even if he found it highly difficult when it gets kind of boring and your boyfriend is stunningly hot and distracting, he finally vanished the snail.

Draco kissed him as a congratulation and that kiss lasted for many minutes until they were out of breath. "Have any more homework you need to complete? He asked after a moment of full deep breathing to gain back his momentum to speak.

Harry sighed and nodded. He needs to finish drawing the parts of a Bowtruckle and finish off his Astronomy homework. "Care of Magical Creatures, Potion's, and Astronomy," he listed with a frown, unwilling to do anything more that he feels will clog his brain.

"Let's get started then," Draco urged him with a smile. Harry grabbed his CoMC, Potion's and Astronomy book and placed them on the table. They worked in complete silence unless Harry asked a question or if he needed help (which he needed a lot of), and Draco gave him as much help as he could. Draco had finished his Astronomy and Potion's homework last night, so it was easy helping Harry as he knew the answers to what most of the planets and stars Harry had to draw were and what Moonstone was and its uses. He would also finish off his diagram of a Bowtruckle tonight as he had a lot of time on his hands.

And then they heard the bell go for the next class as Harry finished labelling the Bowtruckle. Merlin... why was his head aching this much? But it wasn't like the pain he's used to feeling in his scar.

"At least you don't have homework tonight," Draco prompted him and then leaned back in to kiss him again.

As Harry knew he had about 34 minutes until detention, he raced up to his dorm, grabbed his blade from inside the old sock and headed to the Transfiguration Courtyard. When he saw the familiar pink outfit, he hid behind one of the statues and held his breath. As Umbridge headed down a different corridor, Harry strolled over to the blank wall, looked around at his surroundings and muttered an "Alohomora." He walked down the tunnel, into the Hufflepuff bedroom, down the green door and through the Gryffindor bedroom. He headed straight for the bathroom, opened up the sink cupboard and placed the sock in the tissue box. He checked the time with a "Tempus," and cursed, he had five minutes to get to detention.

He walked out of Umbridge's office at midnight. His hand was aching from where her quill dug into his skin. But it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He has cut deeper than the quill ever had. It was just small lines from what the quill made, even if did keep digging every time he wrote a line. He cradled his hand as he walked down the darkened corridors of the castle. He still couldn't believe he'd been writing for six, almost seven hours and had to come back three more times. He felt relieved as he entered his dorm and flopped down on his bed with a groan, wishing today would just go away.

The next morning in Divination, Harry and Blaise swapped seats. Harry sat with Draco and Blaise sat with Ron, they both liked it that way. Even throughout the long boring lesson, Harry could feel Draco's eyes on him. He snuck a few glances at Draco from time to time, as his face was so much more interesting than what they were supposed to be doing during class. He could even get away with just leaning his arm on the table and staring at Draco for long minutes. It's mostly what he did though, just stare lovingly at Draco whose face was concentrated on the lesson and want nothing more than to just grab his robes and yank him into a soft kiss. But of course, even if he did do that, he'd be the centre of attention. He hated attention. Well, not unless it was from Draco.

Eventually, Draco had enough of the boring lesson and stared deeply into Harry's brightened pools of emerald green as they also stared back into his. He smirked and booped Harry on the nose, earning a silent giggle from his Gryffindor boyfriend. He caressed Harry's cheek with his thumb and ran small circles up and down his cheekbones.

Harry moved his chair closer to Draco, and when he was close enough, he leaned forward and bumped heads with him. His smile widened as Draco's silver eyes sparkled with joy, and Harry closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to Draco's and feeling the Slytherin's blonde hair against his own forehead. The Slytherin did the same, and they both brought their wands out from their robe pockets and pressed their wands to each other's, creating an X with them. A white glow emitted from the tips of their wands without the boys knowing, and a stream of white magic from both of the boys' wands snaked up and around each other's stream until it formed a heart at the end of the stream.

From across the room, Seamus and Dean smiled at the couple and what they're both subconsciously doing. It happened to them a year ago during the night as they lay together on Seamus' bed with their wands touching. They didn't even know what was happening at the time when it happened, but instead of a pure white, the colour of their glow was light sea green. Dean did some research on his own the next day after that happened to them, and he found out exactly why it happened. It's like a bond, but not actually bonding the two wands or souls together. It only happens with true soulmates and when their wands touch each other while both of the wand holders are relaxed.

Draco then opens his eyes, wanting to see Harry's face again and he does. It fills him up with warmth and love. But then he sees what his and Harry's wand had created and smiled bashfully. He knows what it is, of course. The mark of true love, and in other words, soulmates. He admires the white glow and the streams coming out of his wand and Harry's. It's beautiful, but not as beautiful as Harry, obviously.

Harry suddenly opens his green eyes and the first thing he sees is Draco's eyes glistening with... tears? which concerned him a little, and then he sees what's happening with his and Draco's wands. What the fucking hell is happening? All he sees is a white glow, and a white stream of magic that ends up with a heart. Goodness Gracious Merlin...

He blushed at the heart shape and bit his lip. He quickly looked at his professor and back at Draco, then he leaned in and captured Draco's lips in a gentle kiss. He could hear whispers coming from everywhere around the room but ignored them, all that mattered was kissing his gorgeous boyfriend in the middle of class. He hated the attention but thought it was worth it.

When Harry finally leaned out, he stared into glimmering silver irises and smiled lovingly. He loved how he could make Draco's cheeks and lips turn into a very attractive shade of pink-red when snogging them. He loves Draco so much. And the stream of magic is still happening, this time it's a little brighter but when he removes his wand from Draco's, the white glow and streams slowly fade.

"Harry," Draco whispered with a blush on his cheeks and a smile to his lips. Merlin... this is embarrassing but he likes it. No... he loves it. He might not like the attention it's gaining, but he likes the attention Harry's giving him. It's all he wants. And the way Harry was staring at him through most of half the lesson makes him want to just get under the table and give him a damn blowjob. His cock jumps in agreement and he thinks down boy. He missed the white glow and stream and pondered if he and Harry can make it happen again some other time. He hopes so.

"Yeah?" Harry said dreamily as he stared at a pure angel in front of him. This beautiful guy is a breathtaking sight. Merlin. How could he be so lucky? He had to blink a couple of times to stop looking at Draco likes he's the most beautiful thing in the world, but he had to admit that Draco is that beautiful being.

"You know we're being watched, right?" Draco asked awkwardly, his voice barely a whisper, while running his finger along the bottom of Harry's lip. He just wants to kiss him again, to feel those soft lips on his own.

"I know, and I don't really care," Harry said smugly but decided to look around the room. "What?" he asked everyone bitterly. "Can't I snog my boyfriend in class?" Oh, he knew the answer to that question. He wasn't allowed to kiss Draco in class but he did it anyway.

Professor Trelawny fainted like a damsel in distress, the back of her hand against her forehead as she fell into a heap on the floor.

"Ouch..." Harry whispered, flinching from how hard his professor fell. That must've hurt. Especially, on the stone floor.

"You idiots!" Lavender snapped at them, her face starting to colour a deep pink, and Parvati placed a gentle hand on her arm to calm her down. Everyone turned their heads to look at Lavender. She sank back in her chair, feeling humiliated.

"Is nobody going to help her?" Ron asked, amused out of his mind and his blue eyes lit with an inner glow of mischief. What he knew was that if a Professor was sick and there was no other professor to take Trelawny's place, then they had a free period.

Blaise chuckled and laid his hand on Ron's hand as he knew what was going through his boyfriend's head. Free period and no class.

"Literally nobody's helping her," Draco whispered to Harry, his blonde eyebrows raising in delectation. This was utterly humouring. "It's like nobody cares about her. The poor thing."

"So, is anybody going to help the professor, or shall we just leave?" Seamus asked with a bemused smile, he was already getting up from his seat to leave the classroom. The class was boring anyway and most of the class were half-asleep.

"Shay!" Dean scolded in a harsh whisper, shaking his head in disapproval at his Irish boyfriend. "Help me take her to the Hospital Wing."

Seamus groaned and rolled his eyes like a kid given chores from their parents. "Aye, fine." Everyone watched the two boys levitate their professor out of the room, the professors head bumped on the trap door on the way down.

"Ouch..." Draco mimicked Harry and rubbed the back of his head, knowing that probably hurt. He looked back at Harry and smiled brightly while intertwining his hands with the Gryffindor's across the table. He just wanted to escape this humid classroom and head to someplace with this Gryffindor with vibrant emerald green eyes.

"I guess we leave then," Ron said, his face rosy and excited. This day had just got better for him and everyone else already. "No Professor, no class."

"Shall we head out, Harry?" Draco asked pensively when students started leaving the class by the trap door. He stood up and held his hand out for Harry, ready to just head somewhere with his boyfriend to snuggle with.

Harry smiled and closed his hand over Draco's. He was eager to escape this place with Draco. To go someplace alone, snuggle, kiss and cuddle or something fun. "We most certainly shall."

Draco's smile widened and he helped Harry up off his seat with a pull. When the Gryffindor was looking directly into his eyes, he leaned in and pecked him quickly on the mouth. When he pulled away, he took Harry out of the classroom.

Harry didn't know where Draco was taking him but knew now that it was to the Library. Well, the Library's secret room. As they entered, they both collapsed onto the couch side by side and sighed deeply.

"That was totally worth it in the end," Draco said with a slow sigh of relief. Finally, no more classes for another thirty minutes. He turned his body to the side, his back laying against the couches back so he could face Harry.

Harry nodded as he agreed with his boyfriend. It sure was a good day. "Yeah," he said and distractedly reached over to play with Draco's fringe, twirling thin straw-like strands around his fingers. "So, what do we have next?"

"Let's just spend some time down here together and then head off to Herbology," Draco said, feeling a little bushed as he closed his eyes to get some rest. He reached up and ran his hands through Harry's dark hair.

Harry smiled and slowly leaned over to kiss Draco's cheek, seeing the tiredness take Draco away into the land of dreams. He got up off the couch and walked over to the dresser. He placed a disk in the music player, heard a click and jumped back on the couch to snuggle up to Draco. He didn't even realise it was a whole album of ACDC and Guns n Roses he just put on until the first song came on. Highway to hell.

"Ugh, Muggle songs!" Draco said, his lips pressing into a white slash at his annoyance of the songs. The songs are very loud too! Like they're screaming into the microphone. But they are kind of catchy... and somehow relatable if you really think about it. What's it called? Rock music?

Harry laughed at his Slytherin boyfriend. Of course, he thought, Draco would react like this. It is adorable, to say the least. He looked up and kissed Draco's jaw. "I believe you're quite fond of the muggle music."

Draco snorted and wrapped his arms around Harry in a loose hug. He loves Harry's laughs. It's been quite a while since he's heard the Gryffindor laugh. "You wish, Harry."

"Oh, I do have a few wishes," Harry replied thoughtfully while relaxing in the hug with his cuddly Slytherin. He smiled and rubbed his face in the Slytherin's citrus-smelling robes. Merlin... he loves cuddling with Draco. He could just stay here forever with Draco.

"What are these wishes?" Draco asked lightly, looking down into sparkling emerald green irises filled with an inner glow of content. Harry looked away from him and to the fireplace in front of them, his smile faltering for a second.

"They're all about you, actually," Harry said quietly, turning his head back to him and leaning forward towards the Slytherin's collar. He brushed his nose against Draco's neck. Such a soft neck... so kissable. Such an urge to hold back.

"Go on," Draco prodded eagerly as he would like to know what his Gryffindor boyfriend had been dreaming of. He dreams of Harry sometimes when he's not just dreamless sleeping, so he knew Harry would have dreamt of him at some points too.

"Dancing with you, going out on dates, shagging, baths together, cuddling," Harry listed with his fingers and in a slow and sleepy tone. Draco was so comfy and snugly he could literally fall asleep in a matter of minutes. He leaned up an inch and started kissing the Slytherin's neck.

"I'm surprised shagging isn't on the top of the list, Harry," Draco said lasciviously with a smirk. He ran a hand through Harry's messy, fluffy raven locks and sighed happily as Harry's kisses brought little tickles here and there all over his neck.

"Oh, it's not," Harry replied coolly and smiled joyously up at the Slytherin he loves dearly. "Being with you is."

Draco smiled down at him lovingly. He knows he has the best boyfriend ever even if Harry deals with with mental health every day. "You're so sweet!"

Harry grinned at him, scooted down the couch a bit, laid his head on Draco's lap and looked up at his boyfriend. He lifted his hand up to caress Draco's cheek, and Draco grabbed his hand and kissed the back of Harry's hand repeatedly. Harry bit his lip, grabbed onto the Slytherin's tie with the other hand which untucked the tie from under Draco's Slytherin vest and pulled him down for a slow kiss. He had to admit that kissing Draco upside down was a little weird at first, but he liked this weird. It was an exciting weird. The kiss was just as exhilarating as the other kisses when he wasn't upside down.

And then the bell rang for the next class. Harry groaned in the kiss while Draco just smiled and kissed him deeper. Harry lifted himself up from the lounge and turned off the muggle song player. Draco slowly got up from the couch and headed for the door with Harry by his side.

They walked into Greenhouse four on time and stood by the long table waiting for their professor to arrive. Harry became a little board, intertwined hands with Draco and leaned his head on the blonde Slytherin's shoulder.

Draco smiled down at Harry and kissed him on the forehead. Harry looked up at him with a smile and leaned forward, kissing Draco slowly for a few minutes until they were interrupted by a small "Ahem!" from their Herbology professor. They looked up at their professor with light blushes on their cheeks.

Harry silently groaned as Professor Sprout went over why OWLs are important and blah blah blah... He mostly zoned out when hearing the word 'Owl' as he really hated having nearly the same speech over and over again.

And then finally it was time to do actual work and Harry didn't mind. They had to go over what they know about Mandrakes, which didn't take very long at all. To top it all off, the professor gave them homework for the night. Harry sighed in relief when the class was over, but then that meant it was at least two hours until the detention with Umbridge.

*****

Harry walked slowly to Professor Umbridge's office for his second detention. He felt sick at the thought of writing out more lines and his hand was still sore from the previous night's detention. The corridors were empty as everyone was down in the Great Hall for dinner. He heard the sound of footsteps walk up to him from behind and felt his hand intertwine with someone else's hand. He smiled as he knew who that hand belonged to and looked up into silver mystifying eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked in his familiar numb state. "You're supposed to be at dinner."

"I could ask you the same thing, Harry," Draco said worriedly with furrowed brows. "And how in Salazar Slytherin's name did you end up with four detentions in one day? What the bloody Hell did you do?"

Harry shrugged. He was tired and didn't want to go to Umbridge's office because that meant demonic quill digging into skin time. But he could handle that pain easy enough as he's hurt himself way worse than any quill can. "I couldn't believe the lies she was saying about Voldemort and Cedric," he eventually told him, his eyes looking away and down the corridor. "And she is going to try and teach the DADA class without even having us practice with our wands!"

Draco shook his head, hating this woman already. He knew a little about this Umbridge woman and how... evil she is. "Don't mess with her, Harry," he warned him carefully. "I've heard things, she can't be trusted. Don't get on her bad side."

Harry gave a laugh, "I am pretty sure that it is too late for that," he said with a grimace. "She was at my trial, too. Was one of the ones that voted me guilty."

Draco looked at Harry worriedly. Merlin... Why does everything have to happen to his boyfriend? Can't they just have a year off it all? "Will I be able to see you after the detention then?" he asks, frowning at how monstrous this Pink Toad lady is being to Harry. He wants his father to sue her but she works for the ministry with the Minister so that would be a bad idea.

"She kept me until midnight last night," Harry said lamentably, looking back at him into his worried silver eyes. What even is the deal with the pink woman? Can't she actually be turned to a toad? "I will try to meet you but don't think I can." He embraced Draco in a quick hug. "I have to go, I can't be late."

Draco smiled and tightened the hug. It is disappointing how Umbridge keeps Harry all night. Doesn't the woman even get her sleep? "Perhaps if we have a quick lunch tomorrow, we can head down to the Willow tree and please, stop getting detentions."

"I'll try, Draco," Harry assured him though he didn't know if he can stop getting detentions if he's doing literally nothing. "But, Umbridge keeps getting on my nerves." He leaned his head back out of the hug and with a hammering heart, he kissed Draco. Draco slowly smiled in the kiss. He loves Harry's fluttery soft kisses as they almost feel like butterflies touching his own lips.

"Can you accompany me to her office?" Harry asked hesitantly with a slight frown. He hates these detentions. He hates Umbridge in general and was thinking how much he hates her compared to Snape even if the professor did save his life but he doesn't want to think about that night. "I hate going alone."

"Sure will," Draco said as he intertwined their hands together again, and they made their way to Umbridge's office. With a small departing kiss at the Professor's door, Draco departed down the hallway in the opposite direction. Harry watched Draco leave, watching as he disappeared around the corner. He felt the tingling sensation from the kiss on his lips and held on to it as he entered the professor's office.

It was even worse than the first night. Harry's hand already sore burned in pain and he had to grit his teeth to not make any sound. He was determined not to give her the satisfaction of knowing that it hurt.

It was after midnight when Umbridge finally let him go. The corridors were empty as he made his way wearily back to the Gryffindor tower. As he walked into the common room, he was glad to see that everyone had gone to bed already. He couldn't face the thought of talking to anyone. His hand hurt so badly by the end it was almost impossible to write.

Harry tried getting some sleep but all he could do was lay there and feel the stinging sensation on his hand. It stung like a bee's stinger, but more like twenty bees stinging his hand at the same time. He had the urge to itch at his cuts, and so he did. He felt a sudden relief as he did so, it was like numbing the pain from his hand as well as his emotional pain. He knew what he had to do now, but did he really want to cut again? It was now about 2:20 in the morning with a quick "Tempus," Harry drew the curtains back and looked around the room. Silence. Sleeping dorm mates. He was just too tired to go anywhere right now, so he closed the curtains around him and hugged his arms around his legs and stared at his toes wriggling in his socks.

Harry didn't even realise he had yanked his sleeves up and started scratching at his arm. He scratched harder at his left arm, welcoming the pain. Pain was the only thing he could control. All the pain he felt inside, the abuse from the Dursleys, Cedric dying because of him, it was all too much to bear and he was tired of the heavyweight on his shoulders. Harry forced the thoughts of Cedric dying and the Dursleys in the back of his mind and scratched harder at his arm. The pain was so comfortable. In a matter of minutes, he was falling into a deep sleep.

In Potions the next morning after a good morning run with Hermione, he could hardly keep his eyes open because he found it really hard to get up as he woke up feeling like shit. If it wasn't for Ron's constant nudging, he would have fallen asleep right at the table. Snape glared at him throughout the class and took ten points from Gryffindor when he failed to answer Snape's question about hellebore.

Finally, the class was over and as he stood up and saw Draco slowly gathering his things. Harry turned to Ron and said, "I need to do something to wake up. Think I'll skip lunch and go for a walk with Draco."

"Can I come with you?" Ron asked, a little reluctantly. He wouldn't mind going for a walk with Malfoy and Harry. It just means he has to watch them snog in front of him, but he wouldn't mind as he will just bring Blaise along.

Harry laughed; Ron hated missing a meal for any reasons. And what's with the sudden 'want to hang out with Draco' thing Ron has? But he would like to just go with Draco alone. "No, only me and Draco! Sorry, Ron. "

Harry gave a quick look back at Draco to make sure he had heard and got a nod and smile in response. He hurried up the stairs, headed to the greenhouses and into the bright sunshine of the September day. As he passed the three greenhouses, he made his way over to the giant Willow Tree.

Draco caught up to Harry in minutes and closed his arms around Harry's stomach. He hasn't even given Harry a good morning kiss and will make sure he does that.

Harry smiled and placed his hands over Draco's hands which rest on his belly. "I love our little greetings," he says mirthfully, tilted his head back and looked beside him at the Slytherin.

"As do I, Harry," Draco said quietly, kissing the crook of Harry's neck and sighed hot air through his nose onto Harry's neck. "As do I."

Harry shifted on his feet and felt how tired his legs were. Merlin, he could collapse onto Draco if they wore out, but he knew the blonde Slytherin wouldn't mind. "Let's sit under the Willow," he said blearily and turned around so he faced his lover. "My legs are literally killing me."

As they sat down, Harry leaned his back on the trunk of the Willow and sighed. He has no idea how he has survived with Umbridge and her detentions. He'd rather pitch himself off the Astronomy tower than have another detention with Umbridge. But then again, he would have to think that through as he knows how much Draco loves him and he really wouldn't want Draco to suffer anything terrible like his death.

Draco leaned down on Harry's chest and leaned up to kiss his cheek. He could tell Harry was thinking by how distant he looks but he just hoped the Gryffindor wasn't thinking dark thoughts. "How was that Umbridge woman?"

"It was fine," Harry said in a low voice, looking down at the perfectly combed hair of his boyfriend. "Didn't talk much, I just did the lines she made me do." Harry didn't want to tell Draco what was happening in detention even if he knew he should.

"Are you going to be free this weekend?" Draco asked and drew circles around the back of Harry's left hand that lay on his abdomen. He'd love another whole two days with Harry alone if he could. Just a whole weekend full of cuddling, kissing and possibly dancing.

Harry shrugged lightly as he stared up at the Willow's different branches and the spaces in between the leaves where the sun shone down on them. "Not sure, and I want a free weekend too," he agreed with him. "I have Quidditch practice, but I am sure I would have some time with you." He looked down at the Slytherin and brushed a few strands of the blonde hair away from his silver eyes.

Draco nodded and smiled from the gesture. "Don't forget that if you have more homework I will be happy to help," he endeavours while caressing his hands over Harry's other hand, and Harry winced and tried to pull back his hand.

Draco looked up at him, puzzled and didn't let go, "Harry? What the hell is that?" The bright red angry marks were clearly visible in the sunlight. Harry tried again to pull back his hand. "It looks like letters. How did you get that?"

"Umbridge. Detention," Harry explained with a frown. He didn't want to go on with the conversation but knew he should if Draco's concerned. "She has some demonic quill that makes you write with your own blood."

Draco looked at him, horrified. How could someone come into possession with one of those quills? Why would the Ministry even allow quills this evil? Unless Umbridge is doing this in secret... "You mean..."

"Yes, I've been going to her detentions for about two days and had to keep writing in my own blood," he drawled apathetically. "Can I have my hand back, please?" Harry didn't mean to snap at Draco, but he was just so bloody tired.

Draco didn't let go, holding on to Harry's hand tightly, staring at the scars that were starting to form. At least he knew this wasn't another form of self-harm. "That isn't right, it's so...evil." He traced the healing scar softly and Harry tried not to wince.

"Since when is anything that happens to me right?" Harry asked with a bitter laugh. Since when was living my life ever right? he thought. Since when was existing ever right? Now his dark thoughts are coming back...

"But, Harry, your hand..." Draco softly pressed on. He really wanted to tell someone about this... At least Severus or McGonagall as she's the head of Gryffindor house. Harry needs to tell someone.

"I'm fine," Harry told him with a deep sigh. He knew of course, that was a lie and he knew Draco wouldn't believe it either but what else could he say? "Only two more nights and I'll be done. No more detentions, no more Dumbridge."

Draco looked like he was about to object. Harry caught his chin and leaned down towards him and gently kissed him. "Dumbridge?" he asked with a chuckle after the gentle kiss. Well, the title surely fitted Umbridge even if she wasn't dumb. She was more like a smart toad looking creature with a wand.

"It's true!" Harry said loudly and he had a cheeky smile to his lips. But the realisation hit him that the Umbridge woman wasn't dumb at all. She's more of an... Umbitch. Yes, that's exactly what she is. Or Dumbitch. "Okay, she may not be dumb, but she looks like it."

Draco shook his head in disbelief that Harry could ever be rude and he smiled at his boyfriend. He had no idea Harry had a sour side to him, but he liked it. It was bloody hot. "You can be so rude, Harry James Potter."

"Only when I need to be," Harry said softly, brushing his hand through Draco's blonde hair until he leaned down and placed a kiss to the Slytherin's forehead. He just lingered at Draco's forehead for a minute, scenting his citrus hair products and just repeatedly kissing the blonde's forehead but in different locations.

"I wonder what would have happened if you let the hat put you in Slytherin?" Draco asked while staring blankly at a fallen willow leaf ahead of him. Merlin... what would the 11-year-old version of himself say to the 11-year-old version of Harry? Well, that was if Harry did come and sit down at the table.

Harry shrugged. He felt a sense of Deja Vu but couldn't remember the last time he and Draco had talked about this topic. "I feel like we've had this conversation before," he said slowly, narrowing his eyes a little at the Slytherin's forehead.

"But still," Draco added with a smile, looking up at him. "We could have been best friends if it happened." He has actually thought about that, becoming best friends back when they were both 11. What could have changed?

"Or more, but that didn't happen," Harry said. In the past, he has wondered what it would have been like to have a romantic relationship with Draco but now he just doesn't wonder about it anymore as he already has Draco as a boyfriend and wouldn't even change a thing.

"Do you wish it did, though?" Draco asked inquisitively. He knew he would never change the past even if he could otherwise everything that he and Harry has been through whether its bad or good wouldn't have existed.

"No," Harry said in a low voice as he shook his head. "I wouldn't change a thing of the past. I prefer this life, with you in my arms and you by my side. Even if I suffer from my mental health but that's just a thing I have to go through."

Draco smiled lovingly up at Harry. This raised his spirits when hearing that. "I'm glad you wouldn't, I would never choose past over the present. We've been through so much together, and I would never change that."

Harry mirrored Draco's loving smile and leaned a little closer to whisper, "I love you, Draco."

"I love you too, Harry Potter," Draco said warmly, reaching up to grab Harry's face and push it down towards him as he captured Harry's lips in a slow delightful upside-down kiss.

Harry let out a "mmm'" in the kiss, not wanting it to end but knew that class was about to start. He lowered his hand to cup Draco's jaw and deepened the kiss with a head tilt. He hesitated and leaned out, "Lunch is nearly over, we have Magical Creatures."

Draco sighed and ran his hand over Harry's cheek in little strokes. Even when upside down, Harry looks so gorgeous. He really doesn't want to go but Education is very important. Especially the education of his lover. "Let's head off then."

As they neared Hagrid's hut, they saw Professor Grubblyplank handling a green moving stick figure. They walked closer up to their professor to get a closer look at the Bowtruckle.

"It's so cute," Harry said lightly, his expression slacked as he grabbed one for his own. It had small little black eyes that looked at him like how a puppy dog does and it kind of reminded Harry of a pray mantis.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the green stick figure and crossed his arms over his chest. He was not going to be ranked with a green stick thing. Besides, the little green thing wasn't even as cute as he was or even Harry.

Harry looked up at his boyfriend and chuckled at how obviously jealous the Slytherin was. It's adorable how Draco was acting so jealous just because a Bowtruckle got called cute instead of him. "Jealous, are you hot stuff?"

"No," Draco drawled with his head held high to mask out that he was a tiny bit jealous, but he felt better with Harry's compliment towards him. Only a little jealous though. Those little black eyes staring at him, teasing him to admit it was cute. But it was not cute!

"Oh, don't worry yourself, Draco," Harry said with an assuring voice while smiling sweetly at his boyfriend and his eyes seemed to brighten to Draco's amusement. How can he ever survive with Draco's cuteness? Merlin... "You're much cuter than this little guy."

Draco smiled lovingly at Harry and the compliment towards him which made him blush. He then glared down at the tree guardian and poked his tongue out at it, making Harry laugh which made Draco feel satisfied with himself.

Harry rolled his eyes at his totally not jealous boyfriend and placed the Bowtruckle back from where it was. He snaked his arms around Draco's neck while leaning in for a passionate kiss in front of the whole class. Draco slowly smiled in the kiss and embraced his arms around Harry's lower back, wanting Harry closer to him.

"Boys!" the professor snapped, staring at the snogging couple, lips twitching into a small smile. "Can one of you tell me what a Bowtruckle is, it's origin and how to gather it's wand-wood since you both are obviously too distracted by each other's presence to concentrate on this class!" A few giggles and snorts were heard around the two boys but nobody paid any attention to them.

Harry leaned out of the kiss with a smile and stared into silver eyes lovingly. He remembered Hermione explaining about the Bowtruckle last lesson as well as what he read in the books and tried his best to remember it. Unfortunately, he couldn't.

"The Bowtruckle could be found in western Europe, southern Germany, and certain Scandinavian forests," Hermione explained for her best friend but in Harry's voice just with a simple little spell. Harry looked at his best friend in shock while trying to mouth exactly what she was saying just to seem like he's saying it. He hasn't heard of that kind of spell before. "A Bowtruckle served as a tree guardian for its home tree, which was usually a tree whose wood was of wand quality. The twig-like fingers were well adapted for digging out woodlice in trees and can also be used as a weapon against a foe when aimed at the eyes. The Bowtruckle was a hand-sized, insect-eating, tree-dwelling magical beast with long sharp fingers, brown eyes, and a general appearance of a flat-faced stick figure made of bark and twigs, which served well as camouflage in its natural habitat. They were immensely difficult to spot."

The professor looked surprised. She simply nodded and turned back to the class, and Hermione quickly broke the spell so she doesn't sound like her best friend anymore.

"Nicely done, Darling," Draco whispered proudly while brushing his hands through Harry's hair, but he knew Harry actually wasn't saying anything. Someone else did.

Harry smiled faintly. "At least she didn't faint."

Draco laughed. "That's true."