You walk in the library (as Harry) and saw Draco Malfoy overslept. What do you do?

A) Kiss him.

B) Throw a blanket over him.

C) Fuck him.

D) Stun/jinx him

I saw this literally on a post on Instagram and I was like omg! Ahahaha! Harry HAS to A, B and C him.

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Harry woke up from a nightmare, but this one was different and more painful. It was about Cedric and what happened in the Cemetery. He sat up quickly, panting heavily, eyes adjusting to the darkened room of the dormitory. He could hear voices but didn't know where they were coming from. He needed to cut. He felt the urge even if he had cut days ago.

He yanked the drapes open, looked around the room and noticed everyone was asleep. He rubbed at his eyes; they were wet. His neck, back and stomach are wet from sweat. He pulled close the curtains and yanked his sleeves up, scratching hard at his wrist just to numb the pain a little but it wasn't enough. The Vulnus Expleret Charm had worn off after he didn't recast it over the last three days.

Oh, and how he wished he could just sleep peacefully like his dormmates or even better, not wake up at all. At times, he wished that he would suffer from an intense anxiety attack from the nightmares and not be able to wake up. It would be nice, peaceful, and possibly soothing.

Harry just sat there in bed, thinking about how life would be if his parents never died. He'd probably be happy and enjoying life. He wondered if he would still have Ron and Hermione as best friends, or even Draco as a boyfriend. He would hope so though. They're great friends and Draco's an amazing boyfriend. He wondered if he would have still been nearly sorted into Slytherin by the Sorting hat.

His thoughts then turned negative as he remembered his nightmare. It was the first new nightmare he'd had in ages. He started remembering the nightmare clearly now. But, instead of his mother, father and Cedric saying what they had said, they were angry at him, disappointed and Cedric was shouting at him for not saving him. The pained words of his mother, father and Cedric were still stuck in Harry's head.

"What have you done, Harry?" Whispered his mother.

"You have put shame to our family, son," said his father. "I thought you'd be better than this."

"He killed me because you let him do it. Why didn't you stop him? Why didn't you save me?" snarled an angry Cedric.

Harry let his eyes fill with tears, he knew it was only a nightmare, but he couldn't stop thinking that it was his fault. It was my fault. I let Cedric get killed. I didn't even take out my own wand in the Graveyard as I only watched from behind.

Harry felt the guilt overwhelm him again. He scratched harder at his wrist with the cuts made from days ago, the scabs came off and started bleeding, but he didn't mind. Maybe if I bled some more, I'd blackout. Harry only realized it was still dark. Was it now Thursday? Or was it still Wednesday? Harry grabbed his wand from his bedside table and cast a silent "Tempus," showing it's around 3:20 in the morning.

With a flick of his wand, the curtains shut around him. He wondered if he could lock them shut so he tried. "Colloportus!" he whispered as his wand faced the drapes in front of him. The drapes glowed a lighter red before the glow faded. Harry crawled over and tried opening them but couldn't. Interesting. What else could he lock?

"Accio eclipse tin!" Harry whispered. He wondered if this would work. And in seconds, the tin flew right into his hands. Harry gave a sad smile and spelled the tin open. Before he grabbed his blades, he cast another "Colloportus!" on the drapes to the right and left side of him.

He tipped the tin upside down and let the blade fall into his hand. He rolled up his sleeve and traced a finger over the last cuts he made. He held the blade to his forearm and sliced across his delicate pale skin. He really likes this numb haze he goes in. And as the blood on his arm forms in the line that his blade had crossed over his skin, mesmerizes him. It is just so beautiful. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more.

He sliced the blade across his arm four more times. The blood bubbled up on his arm and trailed down like rivers. Blood rivers. He felt satisfied but there was nothing to clean himself up with and he didn't want to stain his pajamas. He cast a quick "Alohomora" on the front drapes of his bed and then cast an "Accio black jumper."

In front of Harry's bed, the trunk opened, and a black jumper flew out of it and into Harry's arms. He sighed in relief and wrapped it around his arm just so the blood can soak up into it. With his free arm, he dropped his blade back inside his tin and spelled it shut. He wondered if a 'Depulso' would send it back to the bathroom but didn't want to take that chance. Either way, he did cast a "Depulso" on the tin and it flew away. He just hoped it flew to where it had been since the start of the year.

He carefully unwrapped the jumper from his arm, letting out a little hiss of pain as the blood had stuck itself to his jumper. He just placed the jumper in front of him and 'Alohomoraed his drapes open.

Harry stared outside at the sky through the window opposite him. He silently got out of bed and made his way to that window. He sat on the window seat and stared down at the grounds below him. He watched as the bats flew across the sky, forming shapes over the forest in the distance. But there was one black bat that actually flew towards Gryffindor Tower, stopped, and looked at him with its blood-red eyes. It was like the bat wasn't scared of him at all and was friendly. Strange. He's never heard of a friendly bat besides in muggle children books.

He decided to let it inside the dormitory by opening the window. He doesn't know why but he trusts the bat. It's like the trust of a human he feels but for the bat. He closes the window just a little so the cool air cools him down and so the bat doesn't feel too uncomfy in a warm dormitory. He sat back down on his bed, and the bat flew towards him and hanged upsidedown from his bed. "Hello there," he whispers to the friendly bat.

The bat with blood-red eyes only blinked at him and twitched its big ears. But then it squeaked and itched its nose.

Harry forced a smile at the bat. But if it's this friendly, it must be someone's pet. Wild bats just can't be this nice. "Do you have a name?" he asked the bat, and surprisingly, it nodded. "Oh, okay. I would ask you for your name but you can't answer back. So... how about I name you Octavia? I don't know your gender so sorry for the girly name."

The bat showed its teeth in what looked like a grin and squeaked again but in agreement to the name. "Octavia it is then," Harry said, and wondered if bats are soft to the touch. He knew they carried diseases like rabies but he just wants to feel their fur under his fingers. So, out of curiosity, he reached upwards to the bat and touched its stomach. His eyes widened as he felt the soft fur of the bat, and the bat didn't seem to mind the attention. But when Harry's arm, the one with the fresh cuts which was covered by his long pyjama sleeves, neared the bats head, it squeaked in alarm and it's blood-red eyes seemed to glaze over with a darker red colour.

Harry pulled his arm back just out of instinct, but the bat then flapped its wings and flew back towards the window out of the dormitory that Harry opened for it previously. Harry frowned, not knowing what happened at all. Why does the bat want to leave? And it's eyes... they glossed over. It was satisfyingly strage. "Please, don't go," he said. "I just met you."

The bat turned around in mid-flight and gave a frown at Harry. From there, it squeezed out the gap from the window and flew off, leaving Harry all alone again. Harry went over to the window and watched the bat he named Octavia disappear from sight. It saddened Harry. He really thought he gained a new non-human friend but he managed to ruin it somehow.

As time went by, Harry watched the yellow ball of light slowly rose in the distance and over the horizon. It was a peaceful morning, the only thing that startled him was the movement of bedsheets around him. He swiftly turned his head and saw three of his dorm mates slowly emerge from their beds, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Harry sighed and just continued staring out the window. He wondered if he was noticed by someone, anyone. Surely someone had seen him by the window. Apparently not as Harry turned his head to look at his dorm mates getting out of bed. I'm invisible to the world, to my dorm mates and friends. Oh, goodie, he thought darkly, looking back out at the window again. When Harry knew everyone had left the dorm room, he sluggishly wandered back over to his bed and got dressed.

Harry exited the common room, skipped breakfast as he wasn't hungry and just decided to go for a walk along the grounds. When he stepped outside into the cold air, he could immediately hear the tweeting of birds in the early morning as well as the sound of the wind shaking the trees.

The walk around the lake looked too long right now so he headed back inside and made his way to the Greenhouses. He'd like to sit under the Willow tree again. Some say trees have hidden healing powers so maybe the Willow can heal him in some way. He walked slowly past the library only to be stopped by certain handsome Slytherin.

"Harry?!" Draco said worriedly, walking up to Harry and placing his hands around Harry's waist so Harry can feel his love vibrating from his body. Dull green eyes he sees. Beautiful empty emerald green eyes.

"Hey," Harry said tiredly, blankly staring at Draco's tie and neck when his own arms came to rest around Draco's neck. It's been a hard three days, and he doesn't see Draco besides in some classes where the Slytherin continued to look at him worriedly. And when the bell rang for lunch or dinner, Harry would always get up from his seat first and rush out of the classroom and up to the boys dormitory in Gryffindor Tower.

Draco always followed him because he didn't want Harry to be alone all the time, and when Harry was inside the drapes of his bed, Draco would always join him and just lay with him in silence, give him kisses, and ask Dobby to make some sandwiches. Harry loved it all, what Draco was doing when he was so depressed. But it just was too hard to put on a smile and act happy. The food Dobby made just tasted so bland and like ashes.

The only time Harry got his alone time was in the mornings and if the classes he had after lunch wasn't with Draco. He'd just go up to the secret bedrooms to the Gryffindor one, which he calls Godric's bedroom, and just lays down on the bed for what feels like hours, trying not to think about having to go back to the Dursley's, and jumping off the Astronomy Tower to end it all.

Draco lifted Harry's chin up to meet his eyes and it snapped Harry out of his thoughts. "Are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned. He knew it was a stupid question to ask Harry because of course, Harry isn't okay. He hasn't been for years, and the third task just made it a lot worse.

"I'm fine, Draco," Harry tells him, and stares into those silver eyes that gleam with worry. Another lie he's told and how many more lies must he tell? The only being keeping him alive right now is Draco and his friends. He knows Draco loves him, but Harry believes that he doesn't deserve someone like Draco who's so kind, loving, attractive, smart, and so much more.

Draco didn't believe him and frowned. The dull look in Harry's eyes was enough to know he was lying. "Are you sure, my darling?" he asked, but knew there was a large chance Harry would lie to him again.

"Yeah," Harry said senselessly and looked away from pools of silver. He placed his forehead on Draco's shoulder and just closed his eyes, basking in the loving embrace of his boyfriend and the little kiss Draco gave his cheek. He eventually leans his forehead up but stays in Draco's arms as the Slytherin continues talking.

"Harry, if you need to-...."

Harry zoned out and neglected everything Draco was telling him. He was just to numb to even think properly. Everything around him was becoming a blur and his ears started ringing. He didn't even flinch when a hand was being waved in front of his eyes.

"Harry?" Draco said worriedly, furrowing his brows. "Were you even listening?" He pushed back a strand or two of Harry's hair out of his eyes, and Harry nodded tiredly. "Okay then," he added in disbelief, still frowning as he stared into those beautiful but dull emerald green eyes. "Where were you going? Have you had breakfast?"

Harry shook his head at the last question. All he wanted was to go for a walk in the nice summer weather. "I'm not hungry," he said expressionlessly. "I was just going for a walk."

"Can I walk with you then?" Draco asked, and his hand searched down until it found Harry's and he twined them together. Harry eventually nodded, and Draco squeezed Harry's hand gently with a sad smile to his face. He wished Harry can talk to him about all this he's feeling. He knows Harry is woefull about the third task and Cedric's Death but everyone's sad about that. It's one of the main topics throughout Hogwarts now.

Draco ended the space between them in a tight hug, making sure Harry can feel the beating of his own heart against his chest but through his jumper, it would be impossible. "I love you and don't you ever forget that, Harry," he said it to Harry's neck, and gave a little kiss to Harry's neck. He just wants to slide his hand up Harry's shirt to his chest and just make sure Harry's heart is still beating because seeing Harry wander the halls so emotionless makes him seem dead. It's heartbreaking, and Draco doesn't want the dead part to happen. Nobody does. It'll break him too much.

Harry hugged back. He didn't want attention. He didn't deserve it. "I love you too, Draco and I won't forget it," he told him, and assured his truth with a peck to the lips. After, he stuffed his nose into Draco's neck and sighed at the vanilla scent entering his nostrils which he loves.

Draco smiled at Harry giving him attention and he kissed Harry's temple just to give him attention back. He leaned away from the hug and thought about going somewhere alone with Harry. "Do you want to head to one of the secret spots?"

"Sure," Harry replied flatly. "Can we go to the library's hidden room?" He remembered he forgot to show Draco what he could transform a couch into, all thanks to... Cedric. He sniffed and closed his eyes but it didn't help at all. The image of Cedric's lifeless body popped into his head and he frowned.

Draco cupped Harry's chin when seeing Harry's frown which made a frown appear on his own face, and he leaned in and kissed him. He was hoping it would help Harry out a bit. Harry kissed back slowly, he missed Draco's kisses and forgotten what they felt like because of this depressing week he's had.

When they leaned back out for air, Draco gave Harry a big reassuring smile, but Harry only gave him a fake smile. They intertwined their hands together once again and headed into the library. Once they were inside the secret room Harry hesitated and pointed his wand at the couch, thought of a blue kind of bed and muttered, "Lectulo Sponda." The couch immediately turned into a wooden king-sized bed with dark blue sheets, pillows, and a Duna.

Draco stared at the couch, well, bed in shock. He's never seen that kind of transfiguration spell before. Before he was going to say anything, Harry flopped onto the bed face first and groaned. Draco laughed at his boyfriend and sat on the other side of the bed. "How did you learn how to do this, Harry?" All Draco could hear coming out of Harry's mouth was "Hufflepuff," "Birthday surprise," and "help." Draco stroked Harry's hair and sighed. "Was this supposed to be a birthday thing you've forgotten about?"

"Yes," Harry mumbled, face still in the pillows. He felt bad now, he did forget to show Draco this. It was something he had planned to show Draco since Draco mentioned it.

"Was this also the doings of...?" Draco had to ask, not wanting to say his name. Harry nodded slowly into the pillow and Draco frowned and laid down next to Harry on the bed. He used his elbow as his own pillow and rubbed soothing circles on Harry's back. "Come here, Harry."

Harry removed his head from the pillow and looked up into his boyfriend's silver eyes. He moved forward and snuggled up into Draco's arms. "Will you be okay back at the manor?" he suddenly asked. "I'm worried that something-"

"It will be okay, it is only two months, and then we'll both be back here," Draco said, squeezing Harry's hand tightly. "But I'll try my best to come see you over the holidays. We could meet up somewhere when you're allowed to. Or when you go to the Weasleys, I could Floo over if mother lets me."

Harry slightly squeezed Draco's hand back and thought about that possibility of seeing Draco over the holidays. That is if he survives the first month of living with the Dursley's. He didn't think he could, but being this close to Draco calmed him down. "A lot can happen in two months, and Voldemort-"

Draco bit out, "Yes, I know. I'm hoping that maybe he'll be off somewhere, or Father will be away with him for meetings. Mother said that the last time The Dark Lord was alive, Father would be gone for weeks, months at a time."

"And if he isn't?" Harry asked in a whisper. He can just picture it all. All hell would break lose. Not only will Draco be in trouble, duelling would start as well. "What if these Death Eater meetings are at your house?"

"If the Dark Lord is at Malfoy Manor, I don't think he is going to bother with a 15-year old," Draco told him firmly. "I'll just be up in my room, thinking of you most of the time if that does occur."

"He just had a... killed someone," Harry said sadly, not wanting to say anything reguarding Cedric. He couldn't even say 'student'. "Don't take a chance, talk to Dumbledore. He'll find a place for you."

"Shhh! Let's not talk about... that," Draco said gently, and moved his hand up, placing a finger to Harry's lip. He smiled when Harry kissed his finger. "I guess I can ask Mother if we can stay in Venice." He then licked his lips. "It just means extra Spaghetti Bolognese and Lasagna."

Harry forced a laugh at Draco's obsession with spaghetti bolognese. "Can I stay with you and your mother in Venice then?" he asked and thought about it for a moment. He knew Venice was literally a city floating on water in Italy. "I'd love to explore a new country. Especially with you."

"Of course, you can, Darling," Draco said and raised his hand up to Harry's hair, gently running it through fluffy messy black locks. "My home is your home. You are my home."

"I love you so much, Draco," Harry said in just a whisper, and snaking his arm around Draco's waist to be closer to him. What he wants is to just feel anything besides this pain right now. Just to feel different for once. He wants sex, wild sex so he can feel that and the good after-feelings of it instead of the pain. But by wanting that, he just feels like a... what do muggles call them? Ah, yes, a slut. And that makes him feel bad, dirty, and gross about himself.

Draco pulled Harry closer to himself and could suddenly feel a vibe coming from Harry, and it wasn't a lustful or positive vibe. "I love you too, Harry," he says and gives him a loving kiss to his closed lips. "So very much."

They both sighed as they heard the bell ring for the start of class. Draco unlatched himself from Harry and got up off the bed. He smiled at the sleepy boy still in position but with an arm covering his eyes, and walked around Harry's side of the bed and tickled him on the ribs.

Harry suddenly squirmed and laughed when being tickled. He was never tickled in his entire life, and Draco changed that. Unless his mother and father tickled him as a baby but he wouldn't know that. "Okay, okay. I'll get up," he managed to say when his laughter stopped.

"Good," Draco said, beaming at how ticklish he had just found out Harry was. He took this as his asvantage. "Don't want to be late, especially for Potions." Harry sat right up with a frown. Potions. Of course. The class he dreads.

Draco sighed sadly at Harry's frown. He grabbed Harry's hands and hauled him up from the bed. "C'mon, we should get going," he said, pulling Harry towards the oak door. Harry mumbled something unintelligible and Draco could only hear the words 'Snape', 'Git', and 'Detention'. Draco kissed Harry's cheek with a smile and led him down to the Dungeons for Potions.

They entered the classroom and seated at a table to the side of the classroom. Harry just remembered it was the Slytherin side of the room he was sitting in, but he didn't mind. Not really. If anyone would try take the mickey out of him, he'd have Draco who would protect him.

Like it was timed, the potions classroom door banged shut. The only person who'd have that force would obviously be Professor Snape. "Turn to page 56," said the cold monotone of Severus Snape. "You all - if you're decent enough - will be brewing a calming draught."

Harry only half listened to what his professor was saying. His mind was occupied with his dark thoughts as he stared to this one spot in the room. As instructed, everyone, except Harry, turned to the required page and began reading the instructions.

Draco nudged Harry in the elbow because he has seen the Gryffindor zone out into reality and probably wasn't even listening to the professor. Even if he and Harry had a little romantic time earlier doesn't mean he's not watching Harry's every move. He never not pays attention to how down Harry looks. Harry looked up at the blonde wizard. "Page 56, Harry," he whispered into the Gryffindor's ear. "We're making calming draught."

Harry nodded and read through the instructions. He needed Lavender, Crocodile Heart and Peppermint from the potion's storeroom. Interesting ingredients. He looked back at Draco and whispered, "Who's going to get the ingredients?"

Draco smirked, an idea formed in his head. "You?"

Harry sighed miserably, hopped off his seat and walked into the storeroom. And as he searched for the bottled ingredients, the storeroom door closed shut and he swiftly turned around, only to be pinned to the back wall with only whitish blonde hair in sight and lips kissing his own. He eventually kissed back eagerly, really liking this little snogging session in the potion's storeroom.

But the uncomfortable feeling in his pants increased and he wanted to feel the Slytherin's lithe body against his own again. He wanted to feel him again, to touch him and to... Well, he couldn't decide if he wanted the Slytherin to shag him or shag the Slytherin. Either one will do as his body was just screaming and moving for more.

Draco smirked in the kiss and pushed their bodies closer together. He wanted to have a bit of fun with Harry too, but because they're in the storeroom and anyone could come in at any time, he held the need in but kept intensely kissing the Gryffindor. He intertwined their hands together and brought them up above the Gryffindor's head.

Harry moaned in the kiss. Having Draco make him feel so vulnerable and hard only made him want the Slytherin more. He opened his mouth, giving the Slytherin entrance to do whatever. He loved feeling vulnerable to the Slytherin and feeling so powerless.

Draco slid his tongue in through Harry's lips and twinned their tongue's together as he was granted entrance. He tasted the Gryffindor endlessly and just wanted so much more. But he kept up with tasting this wonderful Gryffindor as he was just so beautiful when powerless against him. And Harry was driving him off the edge as he could already feel the Gryffindor's erection rubbing against his own.

The storeroom door opened up and there stood Severus Snape. He glared at his godson snogging the Potter brat and cleared his throat. He had no clue what to do about those two as he's never caught students snogging in his storeroom ever before. He had a few options though. 1) Drag them out by the ears, which sounds dreadfully amusing. 2) Leave them be, not a chance. 3) Shout at them and give them both detention.

"I suspect that you both ought to return to the classroom to finish off your Potion considering that you barely have fifty minutes left instead of snogging each other senseless." A few students behind the professor began laughing.

Harry and Draco stopped kissing and looked in each other's eyes. Harry slowly turned his head to look at their angry professor with a small smile. Draco, on the other hand didn't care what his godfather had to say as he wanted to continue where he left off. And eventually, after a minute had gone by and he knew Snape was still glaring at them he finally looked away from Harry at his godfather.

"Well?" Snape asked humbly. "You both have ten seconds to gather everything you need from this storeroom before I get to number one." He hesitated and started counting. "Ten..."

Draco grinned and grabbed the Lavender which was on the shelf above Harry's head.

"Nine..."

"Eight..."

Harry froze, still two more ingredients he needed to find in under eight seconds. He shuffled away from Draco and practically leaped around the room, looking for the correct ingredients while trying to ignore the feeling in his pants.

"Seven..."

"Six..."

Finally, Draco found the Crocodile heart in a bottle and looked for the final ingredient. The peppermint.

"Five..." Snape was clearly enjoying this as he crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk on his face.

Harry scurried around the room, looking for the last ingredient. Draco looked from top shelf to the bottom shelf, he bumped into Harry while doing so and chuckled.

"Four..."

Now Harry was panicking. He looked from the top shelves and around. Then there was one bottle that stood out from the rest with a minty green colour to the liquid. "Up there!"

"Where?" Draco asked quickly as they were clearly running out of time.

"There!" Harry quickly pointed up to the fifth shelf. They wouldn't be able to reach it unless they had a ladder.

"Three..."

"We need a ladder!" Draco said, swiftly looking around the room for any sign of a stepping stool or a ladder. He glared at his godfather. "Mind helping us?"

Snape shook his head, amused at his two students clearly panicking. "Two..."

"Oh, come on!" Draco spat at his professor. "It's too high up! We can't reach it! We're not that tall."

"One..."

Draco narrowed his eyes at his godfather. "Please?" he asked firmly, kindly.

"Time. Bad luck." But Snape got the ingredient down for them anyway. He just enjoyed annoying his pupils, and even scaring them.

Harry and Draco took no hesitation and ran out of the room back to their table to start their potion. Snape shut the Potions door and strolled back to his desk to keep a close watch on his pupils.

Ron and Hermione gave both the Gryffindor and the Slytherin curious and amused looks before turning back to work with their partners in brewing the potion.

"I'll do the Crocodile heart, you cut up the Lavender," Draco whispered with a smile and pressed his knee to Harry's. He's glad he made Harry feel better about himself, and to feel something in the down below regions.

"Alright," Harry whispered back as he opened the lid containing the Lavender and took one out. He popped the lid back on and started cutting the Lavender up into bits while trying to ignore the sharp knife he held in his hands. He admired how the cold knife blade gave a shine in the dim lit classroom, but he tried his best to ignore it. But... it's just so shiny...

Draco noticed Harry staring at the knife and frowned worriedly. He took it off him, knowing the Gryffindor was probably thinking of different uses of it. "Just rip it off, Harry," he said softly, he could hear the worry in his voice, but he really was worried.

Harry nodded and just ripped the lavender into smaller bits. Although, he missed seeing the sharpness of the knife. He sprinkled the lavender bits around the liquid in a circle in the cauldron.

Draco placed a Crocodile heart in after Harry did the lavender. He looked at the top of the page, seeing the familiar 'ER' for Ebony Rod. Reaching into his book bag, he grabbed his ebony rod and according to the instructions, stirred clockwise five times.

Harry reached over and grabbed Draco's hand which stirred the rod. Draco looked up at him and smiled adoringly. He leaned closer to Harry, while keeping a track on how many times he's stirring and kissed him slowly. He really doesn't care about the 'No snogging in class' rule because it's just so annoying to comply with.

Harry brought his free hand up and curled it in Draco's hair as he kissed back. Draco responded by sliding his knee up Harry's inner thighs while his other hand travelled down the Gryffindor's arm.

"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy, please maintain your snogging outside of this classroom or else you both find yourselves with a detention," Snape said bitterly as he flipped through the pages of his large Potion's book without looking up at them.

Hermione shook her head at the two boys in disappointment, while Pansy was tiredly checking out her nails and Ron just chuckled with Blaise at the two.

With deep blushes on their cheeks, Harry and Draco pulled out of the kiss with a smile. And yes, there, on Harry's face was a smile. It has been hard for Harry to try and actually smile since the Death of Cedric, he stills blames himself and will always blame himself for it.

Draco quickly pulled out the rod as he finished the final stir and dropped a teaspoon of peppermint oil into the cauldron. The cauldron sizzled and turned a dark blue colour. He dipped two vials into the cauldron and filled it up halfway for his professor to grade. He popped the cork on top, gave Harry's cheek a kiss and walked to the front of the room to pop the vial down in front of his professor with a smile.

Snape just glanced from his godson to Harry and back to his godson. He gave his godson a small smile, which wasn't a very good smile, but it was sufficient enough.

Draco returned to the table where he saw Harry staring down into the blue liquid. "Did you want to try some?" he asked curiously. He knew the draught could calm Harry's emotions and decline his depression, but would the Gryffindor actually take it?

"Don't know," Harry replied slowly, shrugging. He was thinking about it, taking a sip, and seeing what would happen. He has wondered what it would like to be happy and feel great instead of depressed and mopey. On the other hand, does he deserve the feeling of happiness? Or even love? Especially because how he killed Cedric and how Joshua lost his love for eternity. Oh, now he just felt even worse. He definitely wouldn't take it, so he shook his head at the very handsome blonde Slytherin wizard next to him.

Draco sighed; he was hoping Harry would take it. Would Haarry be more excited if he were to take the cauldron? He didn't know. But he loved this Harry he has, no matter how depressed he is. He loves this Harry he has sitting beside him. This beautiful young man named Harry James Potter.

"Class dismissed," said Snape as he has his hands clasped together and glaring at everyone in his classroom to get out. At the professor's glare, everyone rushed out of the room as quickly as possible.

"What do we have now?" asked Harry as he fiddled with his Potion's book. He was trying to place it in his bookbag while the bag hanged from his shoulder.

"Herbology," Draco muttered as he snatched the book from Harry and put it in the Gryffindor's bag himself.

"Thanksss," Harry said in Parseltongue without knowing it. He was just to distracted by the blonde Slytherin's presence to know he spoke Parseltongue.

Draco looked at him curiously, having no idea what Harry said. All he knows is that it's Parselmouth. "What exactly did you say?" he asked his Gryffindor boyfriend. "And Merlin, it's hot when you speak in your snake language."

Harry blushed and bit down on his lip with a grin. "I said thanks," he said simply. "And thank you for the... err... compliment?" He sounded unsure of if that was a compliment that Draco had given him.

Draco intertwined their hands together and kissed Harry on his temple. "You are very welcome, my dear Harry Potter," he said lightly. "My one and only."

Harry looked around the corridors and noticed nobody was around. He tried to smirk at the Slytherin and said, "You have a very pretty arse." Draco looked at him right then, felt a little uncomfortable in his pants, and licked his lips. "Let me repeat that..." He pinned Draco to the wall, grabbing the Slytherin's hands and slamming them against the wall over Draco's head. "You have a very pretty arse", he said in Parseltongue.

Draco groaned and tried to turn himself and Harry around, but Harry had him pinned completely so he couldn't get away or turn around. Harry licked his lips; Draco licked his lips also and then Harry leaned in and kissed him hard. He couldn't tell if he liked doing being pinned to the wall by Draco or pinning Draco to the wall. It's like he can't decide whether he likes being shagged or doing the shagging. It was just all too much to think about.

He liked doing both because he can pleasure Draco and Draco can pleasure him. He guessed it's just how the other feels. It Draco's feeling needy or tired but wanting to shag then Harry would do the shagging. If it's the opposite, then Draco would shag him. When Draco opened his mouth for Harry, Harry slid his tongue inside Draco's mouth and began tasting the Slytherin while raising his knee up to the Slytherin's prick.

Draco moaned and hit his head on the back of the wall. "Ouch!" he mumbled, winced at the slight pain and leaned out of the kiss.

Harry just smiled at the blonde wizard in his trap. "You alright?" he asked gently "Anything I need to kiss better?"

"I know one place that you can kiss better," Draco whispered in an eager tone, and he smirked as he rubbed himself back and forth on Harry's knee. He just wants pleasure, and lustful sex, but he can't because Herbology is next. He doesn't want to be late for that right now.

Harry kissed him again but nibbled on Draco's bottom lip. "I think it's best if we head to class now, don't you think?" he suggested. "I don't want a detention for being late." With one last kiss, he slowly let go of Draco's hands and then walked off to Herbology.

Draco smiled at the Gryffindor walking away, but what he wanted to see was that arse fully naked underneath him as he slowly pushed himself into it. And that fluffy hair as he grabs onto it and continues to thrust into that fine arse. Or the feel of Harry pushing inside him as he lowers himself onto Harry's cock and rides him until Harry's all soft and wet and comes inside him. Okay, now Draco was getting a bit carried away. He smirked and followed after Harry to Herbology.

When entering one of the greenhouses, Draco led Harry to the back of the room. He just remembered he had to show something very important to Harry. Luckily, Professor Sprout hadn't entered yet, so he had heaps of time to hopefully show Harry the carvings. He stopped at the end of the table and pointed to a carving on the table. "Harry, I believe this is your-"

"-My parents..." Harry said in a rather soft and nearly excited voice. He trailed his finger over the heart, the letters of 'L' and 'J' and smiled. He looked at Draco, "Got anything sharp?"

Draco looked at him worriedly, but he knew what Harry meant. He reached into his book bag and grabbed his metal nail file which had a very pointy end to it. He gave it to Harry slowly and looked him in the eye blankly.

Harry kept the smile on his face as Draco handed him the weird looking sharp nail thing. No wonder Draco's nails are so perfect and well-manicured. Underneath the heart, which was about the size of a baby's palm, he drew the same sized heart and inside that heart he wrote 'D+H'. It kind of looked like one of those ancestry tree things but with only hearts. He also wondered when his parents made this and if there were any other hearts like this.

Draco smiled warmly when seeing the distant look on Harry's face like he was really deep in thought. And what Harry had done under James and Lilly's heart just warmed his real heat up with love. While Harry was deep in thought, he slid his nail file back into his book bag. It was like he could read his mind when saying, "I haven't looked around for more. Sorry."

"It's alright, Draco," Harry said with a small sigh. He would never expect Draco to go looking for more just for him. He didn't mind. This one mattered the most. It was the carving of his parents' love for one another.

The professor had entered the Greenhouse and instructed everyone to take out their notes and begin writing about Walkingplant. And as the lesson began to bore Harry, he sank back down into his dark thoughts that overpowered him. He had only half written down what he needed to know from on the board and began to zone out every now and then. He scratched at his cuts. It helped relieve the emotional pain a bit but not a lot.

Draco noticed the familiar depressed look on Harry's face and sighed. He wished he knew how to help Harry and make him feel at least a bit better for a longer period of time. It just looks like doing and saying cute things to Harry, coming close to sex, and flustering him makes him react in a happier way.

He thought back to earlier this morning. How did he get Harry to smile then? He felt as if it were a word that he had forgotten and it's on the tip of his tongue. He just could not figure it out. When was the last time Harry smiled? After... After... Right after the snogging session in Snape's ingredient storeroom. Of course! So, he just had to pin Harry to the wall and snog him? Sounds easy enough.

Everyone sighed in relief when the bell had rung for lunch. They all packed up their things and headed to the Great Hall leaving only Harry and Draco behind. Harry slowly put his things away. He hadn't even noticed Draco was waiting for him. He just thought he left with the others. He swung his book bag over his shoulders even if his body tried to stop him.

"Do you want lunch, Harry?" Draco asked as he leaned against the desk with a smile. What he needed was to feed Harry with a large meal. He has no idea how Harry still gets around after skipping all these meals.

Harry shook his head tiredly. "I'm going to skip," he said, and that made Draco frown. "I'm not really that hungry."

Draco sighed sadly and held out his hand. He wasn't going to let Harry starve himself. "Come with me, Harry Potter."

Harry hesitated and slowly placed his hand in Draco's. "Where are we going?" he asked curiously but Draco only winked at him. The simple little gesture made his face burn red with a blush.

"You'll see," Draco said and led the Gryffindor out into the corridors and towards the library. He opened up the secret passageway to the Library's secret room and as they entered the room, he pinned Harry up to the wall and kissed him hard.

Harry kissed back slowly, but then eagerly as he too wanted more. When the Slytherin's tongue and lips were fighting for entrance, he gave in and opened his mouth.

When Harry's mouth opened wide for Draco, he took no hesitation and slid his tongue in the Gryffindor's hot mouth. He tasted him once again, running his tongue along Harry's tongue, his gums, and the inside of his cheeks. When he heard a moan, he trailed kisses down Harry's mouth to his jaw. He kissed the hollow of Harry's throat. Harry emitted the most extraordinary half-hiss, half-gasp and tilted his head back, as far back as he could go. Obligingly Draco leaned closer and began to kiss his way up along Harry's neck until he reached the corner of Harry's mouth.

"D-Draco," Harry whispered, and it sounded like a moan.

"I want you," Draco muttered as he caressed Harry's side, letting his fingers trail down over his hip, between the fabric of Harry's shorts and pants.

Harry brushed his lips against Draco's ear lobe, causing the Slytherin to gasp. Harry licked a swathe over his ear and slid his arms around Draco's waist. And he began assailing Harry's ear with bites and flicks of the tongue that increased in fervor with each moan they summoned. He broke away at last, to allow Draco to pull his shirt over his head and fling it to god knew where. Draco steadied his breathing, and Harry leaned back on the wall. His chest was smooth and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, every curve and muscle tightening with each erratic breath he took; his nipples were rigid even though the room's air was warm and muggy around them.

Their eyes met and held for a long time in an unbroken, unblinking stare. Finally, somehow, Harry's hands found their way to his stomach, taking off his robe and unbuttoning his shirt while his mouth worked miracles against Draco's neck, his tongue trailing rivulets of warmth over his skin. They gasped together when flesh met flesh, when their nipples grazed, and groin tightened against groin. Harry's eyes fastened on his face, his throat and cheeks flushed with things Draco wasn't certain he could name. He ran his hand over Draco's chest and down over his waist.

Draco twisted, arching his erection towards Harry's hand. He began sliding open the top button of Harry's fly.

Draco slowly started unbuttoning his trousers and slithering out of them, letting his pants fall to the floor of the room. Harry moved close to him, shinnying out of his clothes, and encircling his arms around Draco in a light embrace. Draco, once he placed his hands on Harry's skin, couldn't seem to stop touching him. He just missed Harry's touch and feel so much.

Draco caressed his way down to one of Harry's buttocks, cupping and squeezing it, gauging Harry's reaction and overjoyed when he received a moan in response. He shivered and felt his erection burgeoning, and a moment later felt Harry's own hardening against his. He never did things on impulse, yet it was impulse that brought him to his knees before Harry, and impulse that made him hungry to taste Harry inside of him again—impulse born of an inexpressible longing.

Draco's hands running uncertainly and unthinkingly over Harry's thighs, down over his calves, hardened from so many hours of previous Quidditch practice and exercise Hermione and Ron made him do for the final task into bronzed and implacable muscle. Harry's cock quivered in front of him, hard and strong, stretched out before him, and Draco wanted it again, wanted it so much he felt as if he'd go mad for it.

Harry lifted his hand to Draco's face and pushed his hair away from his forehead, letting his fingers linger, caressing his cheek, running over his jaw-line, down to the nape of his neck, where he cradled Draco's head in his hand, looking at him without words. He then reached down into his robe and grabbed his wand, pointed it at the couch and said, "Lectulo Sponda."

The dark blue couch transformed into a double bed with dark blue pillows and quilt while everything else was white. He intertwined their fingers together and led Draco over to the bed. They pulled the quilt and sheets down to the other side of the bed and hopped in.

When seated on the bed, Draco bowed his head and moved to kiss Harry's fingertips as they rested on his thigh. Harry closed his eyes and parted his lips in a noiseless sigh, his other hand weaving and tightening a gentle grasp on Draco's hair. Draco traced the crevice of Harry's fingers with his tongue, running over calloused knuckles and short fingernails. He sucked one knuckle lightly into his mouth. He glanced up at Harry, and then couldn't look away, and Harry held his gaze, sighed again, deeply, and offered Draco his fingertips, letting Draco take them into his mouth, swathing, claiming each one.

While his tongue slow-danced patterns over Harry's hand, Draco slipped his own over the inside of Harry's thigh, stroking it gently, slowly, watching as the muscles tightened in pleasure, as Harry's erection stiffened and pled for attention. Harry sat with his shoulders back against the bedhead, his eyes on Draco, his fingers alternately grasping and feathering Draco's hair. Their occasional involuntary clench was the only other notable reaction he gave to Draco's touches.

He kissed the underside of Harry's scarred wrist, and Harry shivered. He turned his head and feathered tiny bites over the soft but scarred underside of Harry's arm, the one that cradled his head. His skin was so smooth, tinged pale where it should have been tanned from the sun—and the scars and cuts from his self-harming stood out the most, but Draco did not mind at all.

Draco ran his tongue over each scar and cut, each incision, and Harry's gaze seared him with its intensity, daring him to look away. Draco didn't—he couldn't. His lips were glued to the skin, determined to taste and lick and caress what they could of Harry Potter, and when he nibbled lightly at the inside of Harry's elbow, Harry shuddered and said one word, "Draco," and his tone said much, much more.

Draco couldn't restrain himself, and he buried his face between Harry's thighs, inhaling his familiar and beautiful scent and moaning. Harry spread his legs and shivered and moved to the edge of the bed until his shoulders barely touched the wall and Draco had access to every bit of him. He left teeth marks in Harry's flesh in his hastiness to sample every sweet thing he could. Harry's hands moved over his back, pulling his head in towards his thighs, roving over his shoulders, digging nails into his skin when a moan didn't go far enough.

Draco licked and bit his way over the inside of Harry's thigh. He plunged his nose into Harry's groin, inhaling, feeling Harry's cries of pleasure surging through both of them. Harry bucked towards him, his voice a strained plea now. Draco was so aroused he found it difficult to move. Harry's cock brushed his cheek and Draco ran his hand over it, feeling its weight, its chiseled strength beneath his palm. He kissed his way over the shaft, not caring how sloppy his kisses were, only caring about the moans Harry was releasing every five seconds, about the way his dick bobbed in mid-air, glistening with precome, about the hazy glory in Harry's eyes whenever Draco looked up at him—especially about that.

"Draco—" Harry's voice was weak—"please..." and finally, finally, Draco slid his lips over the end of Harry's cock.

The hot slickness of it invaded him. His eyes flew up to Harry's, and he knew, suddenly and unforgettably, that whatever this was, it was something they both felt, something they wanted equally; and with that, he was lost. He moaned around Harry's cock, wetting his lips on the thick, warm head, feathering light kisses over it that sent Harry into a spasm of moans.

Harry really couldn't understand what was happening. It's like his depression had lifted a bit and all he feels is... He feels so good. Is sex supposed to make this happen, to lift his depression a bit as he only feels so good! It just can't though, can it?

Draco lapped up the salty fluid that ran down the shaft and pooled at the base, exploring the ridges and veins of Harry's cock with his tongue. The head tickled the roof of his mouth and scraped the back of his throat, and he slid his lips slowly over more of it, eager to take in as much as he could. His mouth closed once again over the salty-sweet length, and he began to tongue and suckle, drunk all over again on this new kind of addiction.

Harry cried out and automatically began to fuck Draco mouth, and the expression on his face was so sublime that Draco nearly came the second he saw it. This was Harry who didn't want him to stop, made Draco dizzy, unbearably light. It was over so soon: he tilted his head back and let his mouth be fucked by Harry's cock, and it was wonderful—and Harry came with a curse and a yell and an impulsive jerking back of Draco's head so that their eyes met and held the whole time Harry's come was coursing into his mouth.

Nothing could have stopped Draco from drinking his fill of Harry Potter just then, nothing could keep him from lapping up every drop and pumping his tongue against the bone-hard shaft, moaning crazily for more. Harry gasped and gasped for air, squirming his pleasure, and managing a half-desperate, "God, Draco," as he emptied himself. That was all Draco needed, with his eyes hungry for the longing in Harry's gaze, to come on his own, before he even knew he could come untouched. As Draco spurted come over his own stomach, Harry reached down and spooled the hot liquid around his fingers, drawing from Draco's mouth a single sob of pleasure before he sank back onto his knees, spent, and overwhelmed.

For many long moments, they did nothing but catch their breath, panting, letting the brisk room air bring them slowly back to coherence. It was Harry who spoke first, his voice parched and lower than usual. "Merlin, Draco," he murmured, as Draco lay back on the bed, willing his eyes to focus on Harry's own. "That was unbelievable." Harry ran his finger over Draco chest, one hand trailing over Draco's hip while the other played with his nipples. "Thank you for... this. It has been quite some time."

Draco smiled grandly. "It's my pleasure, really," he said, a contended moan escaping him.

Harry lay down beside Draco on the bed and sighed with his hands over his stomach. "How come you didn't react... to my scars?" He turned his head and looked at him.

Draco shifted closer and placed his hand on Harry's stomach. "I don't want you feeling uncomfortable, Harry. I know at times you want to be alone and I'll give you your alone time." He drew circles with his fingers below Harry's belly button. "At times I see that emptiness in your eyes, and I become worried, but I know not to press on you and ask if you're alright because most of the time... you're not." He sat up and stared down at Harry.

Harry sat up, reached up and ran his hand over Draco's thigh. It was so smooth, and soft, and tight with muscle, tensing under his fingertips. Harry lowered his mouth to Draco's chest and took his nipple with his teeth, worrying it.

Draco moaned again and let his palm slide down over Harry's ass. His cheeks were round and full, begging to be squeezed and caressed, claimed and fondled and stroked and slapped. He bit his lip to suppress a groan and placed his other hand on the other buttock. Slowly, unhurriedly, he kneaded Harry's arse, petting it, smoothing the skin, watching Harry's breathing grow shallow. Finally, Harry's breath caught, and Draco chuckled.

Harry straddled his hips, and instantly they were both hard. Draco gave Harry's ass a hard squeeze, and Harry moaned and sunk his lips against Draco's neck. They were warm and soft and perfect, and his dark hair tickled Draco's nose. Draco felt a pang of disappointment that in order to reach up and brush it out of Harry's beautiful eyes he would have to give up touching his ass; this was followed by a giddy rush of joy at the remembrance that Harry's ass would still be there, and that there was nothing to keep him from touching it as much as he wanted.

He slid his hands over Harry's back, pressing down, pulling him closer without realizing it until he felt their heartbeats against one another, skin-tight on skin. In the back of his mind, he realized Harry was giving him a hickey, but he felt only a rush of glee, and maybe pride, at the thought. Even if he had thought to protest being branded this way by Harry Potter, it felt too good to think about stopping.

Harry nipped at his throat. Draco whimpered and touched his hand to Harry's cheek, pushing his dark hair away from his face. Harry's kisses grew more feverish, and Draco stretched his neck, arching into them and inadvertently grinding his erection into Harry's, sending jolted cries of pleasure through them both.

Harry gripped his shoulders and held him in place even though he had no intention of moving. The urgency felt good, so good, and he responded in turn, digging his fingers into Harry's flesh, hungry for contact. Harry shivered and moaned and kissed his way up to the underside of Draco's jaw, nipping and nibbling, grinding his cock into Draco's thigh. Draco arched off the mattress, and Harry chuckled.

"Do you like that?" A groan. Harry kissed his jaw. "Want it inside of me"

Draco's eyes flew open and found Harry's. "Inside you, it will be."

"Please--"

"Mmmm." Draco grinned and began to kiss Harry's chest hungrily, reaching down to stroke him while Harry's hands massaged his back. Draco was focused, determinedly devouring Harry, who felt more and more light-headed with each touch. After a while, they gave up talking and communicated only through moans and occasional gasped cries of "more." Harry would never know what they used for lubricant—probably a mix of drying come, precome, and saliva, as Draco's tongue licked and sucked and nipped at his body and his fingers began to explore Harry's opening. It was Draco who moaned when the first finger nudged past Harry's entrance, the look in his eyes half-amazed, half-giddy. "Harry," he murmured, sweeping his lips across Harry's forehead. "You feel so good." His finger moved in a slow circle inside of Harry, stretching him gently. "You feel hot and tight and wet," Draco continued, running his hand over Harry's chest. "Does it hurt?"

Harry shook his head and lost himself in Draco's eyes. Draco tentatively added a second finger and called forth a gasp from Harry's lips, a gasp that ended abruptly when Draco scissored the two fingers inside of him and turned into a moan of pleasure and pain. Draco shushed him and smoothed his forehead, playing with his hair and smiling down at him with love.

"Tell me if it hurts," Draco whispered.

"It doesn't hurt," Harry responded truthfully, riveted to him.

"I can't wait to be inside of you," Draco murmured, kissing the hollow of his throat.

"I can't wait to feel you," Harry blurted back, and instantly he felt vulnerable as if he'd crossed some unspoken line and there was no going back.

Draco must have noticed because he said nothing. He loosened and stretched Harry until Harry's breath caught and his cock twitched in pleasure under the touch. "Ready?" he whispered.

"Please."

At first, when Draco nudged the head of his cock past Harry's entrance, Harry felt as if he were splitting apart at the seams. He tensed, then forced himself to relax, and concentrated on the look of pure pleasure creasing Draco's face as he pushed himself into Harry. His muscles were taut and his eyes were starred with a brilliancy that made Harry suddenly shudder with the yearning to take him in again, be taken over by him, to be in him, to be, to, to a thousand things at once.

He gasped as the Draco's cock slid into him and claimed him, too, and he felt every bit, every ridge and line of its length inside of him. "Draco," he whispered weakly.

Draco's only response was a high-pitched whimper and a shudder that wracked his body as he buried himself in Harry and wrapped his arms around him, clutching him close. Harry could feel him trembling, could feel the tremor inside his own body, so connected were they, so tight and deep and full was this. Draco began to move slowly, tediously, quivering from the effort, and Harry lay back in his arms, adjusting to the feeling of being held and fucked and bathed in warmth from Draco's gaze.

Harry let his eyes fall shut, and his heart cartwheeled when Draco kissed his eyelids a moment later, light kisses that left him a little breathless. In response he impulsively clenched his muscles around Draco, wanting to draw him into him even farther, as much as he could. He was totally unprepared for Draco's squeal of pleasure, and the way his cock, already stiff and hard and filling him completely, spasmed inside of him, brushing his prostate and making his own dick throb in need and want and pleasure.

"Merlin." Draco began to move faster inside of Harry, sweat forming on his shoulders, as their eyes locked and Harry tightened his arms around Draco's waist, wanting more and more and more. "Harry," Draco murmured, and he gasped while he tasted Harry's throat, plundering his skin of its sweetness, and leaving the hot wet tingle of his kisses everywhere he touched. Harry gave himself up to the tremors forming deep in him and leaving him in guttural, animalistic sounds he never knew he could make. Draco reached down and wrapped his hand around Harry's cock and stroked it frantically, and Harry's vision exploded in light. He contracted around Draco's dick and came, spurting hot liquid over his own stomach and Draco's; grasping Harry like a lifeline, crying out something unintelligible; Draco came too, almost the moment Harry's muscles contracted, and their cries blended together and cut through the night, dissolving at last into gasps and murmurs and moans.

"Harry, that was incredible..."

"Incredible, Draco."

They clung to another recklessly, still feverishly, Draco nuzzling him everywhere and anywhere he could reach, Harry strangely moved, fighting a sudden impulse to hold Draco closer. Draco sighed contentedly and kissed a line over Harry's forehead. "I've been wanting to shag you again for a long time.

Harry tangled his hand in Draco's hair. "Since when?"

"A very long time."

Harry smiled lovingly at him but then groaned and remembered they still have two hours of class. "When does lunch finish?"

"Not sure," Draco muttered. He pulled himself out slowly and lay down next to Harry again. "Did you want to find out?"

Harry sighed and laid his head down on Draco's shoulder. "If you're hungry we can get something to eat."

Draco chuckled and kissed his sweaty forehead. "I've already eaten."

Harry opened his mouth to protest but realized what the Slytherin meant and snorted. "Right...

"I love you, Harry James Potter," Draco blurted out with an adoring smile.

Harry returned the loving smile and leaned over to kiss the blonde wizards jaw. "I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy." He sat up and hopped off the bed. "I'm actually hungry, so I'm heading to the Great Hall." He walked over to the pile of clothes and started dressing himself. He looked up at his sexy blonde Slytherin still lying on the bed, "Coming?"

Now Draco groaned and leaned his head on the pillows. He slowly got up, feeling utterly exhausted and started getting dressed with Harry. Harry kissed him and zipped up Draco's fly with a smirk. He wouldn't actually admit this but having sex with Draco somewhat helped him a bit. It's like the fog in his mind had cleared away as he was bursting with pleasure because of Draco. Perhaps sex could be his new coping tool? Well, maybe not. But he'd like it. He'd also miss the feel of his blade slicing across his wrists and his blood leaking down his arms. "What do we have after lunch?" he asked, trying to distract his mind from cutting.

"We have Charms," Draco told his Gryffindor boyfriend, and Harry kissed him again. Harry made sure he has all of his belongings before heading out of the library's secret room with Draco and heading down to the Great Hall for lunch.

But as they entered through the Great Hall, Harry froze. He felt as if the whole school had gained twice the number of students and the walls were suddenly closing in on him. "I- Err, um..." Harry stuttered and blinked as he felt like the room was starting to spin. "I'm sorry, I need..." He walked out of the Great Hall and looked back at Draco apologetically. "I'm feeling a bit dizzy right now. I'll see you around..."

Draco sighed and walked after him. He was really hoping Harry felt better after the fun they had in the Library's secret room. "Do you want me to come with?"

Harry frowned. He was hoping he could be alone for a bit, but he felt worse for letting down Draco like this. He really did feel hungry. But now? He just wanted to be alone. And what about Draco's hunger? He hoped he wasn't making his beautiful blonde wizard starve just for him. He'd hate that. Now he really did want to be alone. He knew the company of Draco would keep his mind calm for a bit so why not have him come with? "If you want... I'm just heading back to Gryffindor for a lie-down."

"As you wish." Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's waist as they walked up to Gryffindor Tower. Harry thought the walk would be pretty quick, but it felt like hours. And as they were finally nearing the fat Lady's portrait, he felt like he could just run inside but he was just so exhausted. He absolutely loved the sex with Draco, but he honestly thought it had drained him of all the energy he had. And he had no idea what happened at the Great Hall either.

He was actually feeling pretty great after the sex but when entering the Hall, it all just vanished, and he felt so damned dizzy. Why was that though? Was it because he really hadn't eaten anything for a few days? Was it because of the drainage of his energy after the shagging?

By the time they were up in the dormitory, they took no hesitation to carefully lie down on Harry's bed together. Draco placed an arm around Harry, and Harry snuggled up to him. He kissed Harry's forehead with a smile. "Dobby?" he called out into the dorm room.

With a 'pop' Dobby the House-Elf had apparated in and smiled at the boys. "Hello, Harry and Mr Malfoy," the house-elf greeted. "How can Dobby serve Harry and Draco? And Dobby hopes that Dobby isn't ruining Harry and Draco's time together."

Harry forced a smile at the House-elf. "You're not ruining our time together, Dobby," he assured him. "Draco actually summoned you."

Dobby looked at Draco in surprise. Of course, in the past Draco has ordered him to do stuff when he still was the Malfoy's servant, but this was different. "How can Dobby assist you, Mr Draco?"

"Can we have some lunch, please?" Draco asked. He knew Harry probably wouldn't eat anything but he will get Harry to eat. It's his main goal. "Just a cheese toasty, thank you. That is all."

With a nod, Dobby 'popped' out of the room to the kitchens.

Harry looked at the Slytherin. "I'm not hungry."

Draco sighed and placed soft kisses on Harry's cheek. "I know. But you must eat, and so do I even if I did eat you." Harry gave him a small smile at that comment. "And I'm hungry for actual food. You may be delicious, but I still need to eat filling food and you do too."

"I know, Draco." Harry sighed. He was startled out of his mind as Dobby popped back into the room carrying a plate with two sandwiches cut into quarters.

"Thank you kindly, Dobby," Draco said politely. The house elf gave a little bow and popped back out of the room. Draco grabbed a square and bit into it, and eventually Harry did the same.

After Harry finished half of a sandwich, he sat up and hugged his legs around his chest. With a flick of his wand and the spell "Avis," cockatoos came out of nowhere and landed on his bed.

"Harry!" Draco murmured with half a sandwich in his mouth. He was swatting the birds away from his sandwich. "Get these pesky birds away from our food!" Harry only giggled and kissed the blonde Slytherin's cheek. He sent the birds away and they flew out the window, which was not closed before, in a matter of seconds.

"Thank you." Draco kissed Harry's temple in approval before finishing off the half of his sandwich. "Eat your other half, Harry."

Harry did what he was told and ate the other half of the cheese toastie. He then looked around the room for something else to cast a charm on. He spotted a large bag laid out on the floor with nothing in it and grinned. Sorry to whose ever bag that was. He cast a "Porcus" on the bag, transforming it into a piglet.

The piglet squealed and ran out of the room. Draco laughed at the pig. His day couldn't get any better. "I'm sure Lavender will have a fit when she sees that pig running through the common room," he says, remembering hearing abouut the girl keeping her Transfiguration homework. "What did she name it? Drowsy?"

"Daisy," Harry corrected him. "Oh, she most certainly will see it. In fact, I think I saw her down there when we came up here. So... wait for it-"

"Wait for what?" Draco asked but Harry shushed him with a finger to Draco'a lips.

"DAAIIISSSYYYY???!!!" screamed a girl's voice from somewhere in Gryffindor Tower.

"That," Harry said, and they both laughed together. But then the familiar bell rang for the end of lunch, and Draco groaned and collapsed back down on Harry's pillows.

Harry brushed the blonde Slytherin wizard's hair out of his eyes and kissed him. Draco slowly smiled into the kiss as his arms rose up to cup Harry's cheeks. Harry pulled out of the kiss, only to run his hands through blonde hair. "I love you and want to stay here with you alone, but we must go to class."

Draco sighed deeply, wanting that so much to stay with Harry in his bed. And to possibly have another round of sex with him. "I know, and I love you too," he said, smiling with all the love from the bottom of his heart.

Harry pulled Draco up off the bed, which was a little hard. He cast a mouth cleansing charm on Draco's mouth, so his breath doesn't smell like anything in particular. He looked him deep in the eye, "Then let's go."

*****

Harry woke up and sat upright. It was the second night in a row he had woken up in a cold sweat shivering, his clothes that he was wearing drenched, his scar once again throbbing. Harry sat there and thought for a few minutes, he knew he just wouldn't get back to sleep.

The drapes around his bed were closed shut, he slowly rolled up his sleeve and looked at all the cuts that lay on his arm. He just realized how many there were. But he really did not care. He wanted more as he just felt worse from the nightmare. He really didn't want to get up, couldn't be bothered would explain how Harry felt. He did so anyway, even if he felt like his body was made with led.

He sluggishly made his way down to the boy's bathroom. He was lucky everyone in his dormitory slept heavily. It was my fault Cedric is dead, Harry thought as he grabbed the tin from inside the cupboard and spelled it open. It is my fault he's returned, no one else is to blame. I was the one who was in that graveyard that night, I had the power to stop him, but I didn't, I stood there and watched it all happen. I deserve to be punished.

Slowly and recklessly he cut into his arm, the blood flowed uncontrollably. Harry let it, it bubbled up and ran down his arm. The feeling of the familiar numb wave hit him, and he felt relief. He cleaned his arm up and stored the blade back in its tin, spelling it shut and put it back in the cupboard. He then made his way back up to the dormitory. He walked into the dormitory to find Dean, Neville and Ron already getting dressed for the day. He did not want to talk or see anybody at all today. He just wants to be alone.

Dean turned around from picking out if he should just wear his jumper or his robe and looked at Harry. "Hey, Harry," he says brightly. "Where've you been?" He tried to hide the worry in his tone by sounding happy.

Neville and Ron looked up at Harry, they too wondered where their fellow Gryffindor mate had been and Harry forced a smile at him. "Just been for a walk to clear my mind..."

"Was it a good walk?" Dean asked as he pulled on his jumper.

"Yeah," Harry said tiredly. He decided to take this lie a bit further to make it sound real. "Saw some centaurs running through the forest. It was a cool experience. They were yelling about the moon and the planets." He was quite impressed with this lie, even if he hated lying to his mates. "I couldn't quite hear what exactly they were saying."

"I wonder what apparent danger or something that they could know about," Neville said, and he sounded very distant from the world and was clearly deep in thought. "Would the sky turn red in a couple of days? Or perhaps a nice shade of purple or yellow? Would the grass turn pink? Or perhaps it will rain chocolate and the clouds will turn a brown colour? Or even better, grass tasting like chocolate. Could a deadly virus spread through the human race tomorrow, in a few weeks' time or maybe years? Could a tornado strike at midnight?"

Ron looked at Neville worriedly and then to Harry. "I think you broke Neville, Harry." he said and suddenly grinned at his best mate. "He's spouting nonsense to us."

Dean and Ron laughed while Neville just stared out his window as the yellow ball of light slowly rose over the horizon. Harry looked to the ground blankly before turning around and heading out of the dormitory. He doesn't know how he should feel about what Ron said as he just felt too numb to even feel anything.

"Harry..." Ron called regretfully. "I'm sorry..."

But Harry had already left the dorm. He had a sudden urge to reply back and let Ron know that he didn't take what he said wrongly but left it be as he just wanted alone time. He ended up letting his feet decide where he was headed, and to his utter confusion, he ended up at the Astronomy Tower. Yeah, he thought to himself. Thanks, body. Is this what you want?

It's what he wants. To just jump off and end the pain. It sounds wonderful. He walked to the railings amd looked down below at the castle cloisters. He pondered how long it'd take him to hit the cloisters below, and what would break first. Five seconds? Three?

The thought of going back to the Dursley's for the holidays pushed him forwards, and he stepped over the railings, grippin onto the railings from behind. He didn't want to go back there to that family. Why would he? It's all pain and torture. He has nothing there to live for. The only home he has is Hogwarts, and that's really sad. He should have a family that loves him, but he doesn't. He beliees he was born in the wrong place at the wrong time. He's just a waste of space after all. His only purpose is to defeat some dark lord but he failed, and he caused a student to lose their life. It was all his fault.

Feeling the need to jump, he just closes his eyes and listens to the wind flowing through his hair, and the birds tweeting in the distance. "Dobby!" he suddenly calls out.

The familiar sound of a pop from an elf was heard, and Harry opens his eyes and looks down. "M- Mister Harry Potter, what are you doing!" came the elf's concerned voice.

"I'm just... feeling jumpy," Harry says to the cloisters down below.

"Mister Harry Potter, Jumpy?" Dobby says, confusion clear in his tone. "What is this feeling of jumpiness?"

Harry could have laughed. So the elf didn't get his reference to suicide? "Never mind," he mutters, finally looking away from the cloisters and at the house elf. "A little help, please? To get me away from the edge."

Dobby rushed over to Harry, wrapped his hand around Harry's wrist and teleported Harry down two levels to the fifth floor. He let go and looked up at him. "Is Mister Harry Potter okay?"

Harry faked a smile at the elf. 'Oh, of course I am," he says with forced happiness. "I couldn't be happier! I'm probably the happiest in this school." Oh, all the lies he's telling. It's actually a little funny to him. He just doesn't care about life at all. It's all a big lie to him. He wished he had jumped off the Astronomy Tower when he had the chance.

Dobby looked a little disbelieved, but he did nod eventually as if to believe Harry. "Alright," ehe elf says. "Dobby is just making sure Mr Harry Potter is feeling okay. Dobby must return to kitchens to help make breakfast."

"Okay," Harry deadpans, and he gives the elf a fake grin before turning to walk away with a "Bye!" Harry let his feet lead him to wherever they wanted to go, to which turned out to be a fair distance away, in front of a broom closet on the third floor.

He warily looked around before entering through the door and the wardrobe inside of the closet. The music room was lit up with candles and Harry could hear the faint sound of piano chords being played. He froze, someone was already in here. He kept walking, intrigued to find out who was playing the piano and when he spotted familiar whitish blonde hair, he sighed deeply.

Draco turned around, startled by the person who entered. When it was Harry he saw, he calmed down and smiled. "What a beautiful surprise on this Wednesday morning."

Harry forced a smile and walked over to him, forcing himself to forget that he trried taking his own lif some moments ago. He pressed a couple of the piano keys down, hearing the different tunes they make. He sat down next to the blonde Slytherin wizard and as he felt those soft lips kiss his cheek, he touched the Slytherin's leg with his own.

Draco intertwined their hands together and leaned in for a kiss. Harry kissed him slowly, his other hand moving up the Slytherin's thighs and up his back. Harry's gentle touches sent shivers down Draco's spine and he wondered if Harry wanted sex. But they shagged a few days ago, but that was no excuse not to have more fun. What was on Draco's mind most of the time was Harry's state.

He knew Cedric's death would affect Harry more than anybody else except Cedric's family of course, as Cedric and Harry were quite close when competing in the tournament. He'd even get jealous of them even though now knew Cedric had a boyfriend which relieved him as earlier in the year he thought the Hufflepuff was trying to flirt with his Harry.

The conversation he had with Joshua back before the final task kept repeating in his mind. He still hadn't any idea who could have impersonated him. Could it have been that... Bartemis Crouch guy? It probably was but how would the guy even be able to access his hair to create a Polyjuice version of himself? Unless one of his own friends had been imperiused... But that couldn't be possible, right? It just couldn't be. But then again, it makes perfect sense.

Draco couldn't recall a day where any of his friends had been acting strange. Well, except last week before the final tournament with Ivy. She had been acting a little strange but well, it was the end of the month. And well, that is when she gets her... err... he doesn't want to think about that. And again, with Pansy, she had been acting a little weird last week too on the day before the Third Task. Unless it was her... The same as what Ivy gets which he doesn't want to think about.

Draco ended the kiss as he felt breathless against Harry's kisses, but also to get his mind off... his friend's weird attitudes over the last week or two. He stared deeply into those emerald green eyes he loves so much and smiled. "Want me to teach you a song before class starts?"

Harry nodded tiredly and leaned his head on Draco's shoulder, and Draco kissed Harry's forehead. "Most importantly, have you had breakfast?" the Slytherin asked him.

Harry blinked and stared down at the piano. He hasn't eaten anything at all. Not since the day he and Draco last had the time of their lives. "You wouldn't believe me..."

"What?" Draco asked softly, even though he knew what Harry said. He really hoped Harry was eating.

"Nothing..." Harry said distantly with a frown. It seems he made a mistake entering here. He wished he were back up in the boy's bathroom and having a mental breakdown.

"Dobby?" Draco called out into the room as he saw the distant look on Harry's features. He knew the elf wasn't his, but well, he was Harry's and hoped the little elf would pop into the room if he could sense Harry's presence. If elves can sense their master's presence.

As requested, the house elf popped into the room with a smile. But his back was facing the boys. He turned around and smiled at the sight of the two guys in the room. "How can Dobby help you two?" He gave Harry a suspicious look.

Draco smiled at the elf. "May we please have some breakfast?" he asked kindly with a squeeze to Harry's hand. "Toast with strawberry jam would be fine. Oh, and to add to that, some orange juice too."

"Of course, Mr Malfoy," Dobby said in his normal excited tone when being ordered to do something for his favourite people. "Is that all?"

Harry refused to look up at the elf, since he last saw him minutes ago. He wasn't hungry anyway. He never was anymore. And when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, he eventually looked up into silver orbs and just nodded.

Draco looked back at the elf. "That would be all, thank you," he said politely. He watched the elf disappear with a 'pop' and turned his attention back to Harry. He kissed Harry's forehead, and repeated the process, kissing down Harry's nose until he reached the tip.

Harry slowly smiled from the affectionate kisses from his boyfriend. But as he tensed his arm and felt the numb wave hit him again, he felt as if Draco deserves better. Draco deserves somebody way better than him. He deserves a real prince, and not some depressed piece of shite like himself.

But he loves this Slytherin so much. Believe it or not, this Slytherin wizard helps him with even the smallest of affection and love towards him. He really feels as if he's falling in love all over again with this guy. Draco makes him feel special, even on the toughest of days.

Draco saw the small smile come across Harry's face and he continued his process of kissing Harry all over his face. He even trailed kisses back to the Gryffindor's ears and nibbled on his earlobe, which Harry's breath hitched, and he jerked up from the touch. That only made Draco smile as he found another one of Harry's sweet spots.

With a 'pop' Dobby had apparated into the room with a big smile and a levitating plate of toast and two cups of juice. He snapped his fingers three times, the table that held the gramophone appeared within a blink of an eye to the side of the boys and the gramophone just magically levitated in thin air and flew towards the piano, landing gently on the part of the piano that was flat. The plate of toast and cups of juice flew towards the table and landed lightly without a single spill of juice.

Draco stopped nibbling on Harry's ear and winked at the Gryffindor as he turned around and grabbed a strawberry jam coated piece of toast. He looked at the elf and nodded a thank you. With a nod in return from the elf, he popped out of the room and probably apparated back to the kitchens. Draco tore the piece of bread in half, placing one back down on the plate and the other to Harry's mouth. "Eat."

Harry shook his head, a blush forming on his cheeks from this embarrassing yet fun thing to do. With a smirk, Draco spread some of the strawberry jam from the toast onto the tip of Harry's nose. Harry's blush deepened and he narrowed his eyes at Draco. "Git."

Draco only laughed and licked off the jam from Harry's nose. "But I'm a lovely git," he whispered and started sucking on the tip of Harry's nose. "I'm your lovely git."

Harry groaned from the sudden uncomfortable feeling in his pants. "Just feed me," he murmured quietly, and Draco brought the piece of toast back up to Harry's mouth. He felt rather proud of his teasing ability towards Harry. He watched as Harry started biting down on the toast but still didn't look up into his eyes. He sighed as he loved seeing those beautiful elegant green eyes look up into his own. They shine in the most spectacular way. Prettier than all the stars in the universe, prettier than every flower in the world and prettier than nature itself. The prettiest being in the universe is Harry James Potter. His one and only. True love. He planted a soft kiss to Harry's lips as he was eating because well, he just couldn't stand not kissing the guy. Harry is a prince who deserves all the love in the world because of what he goes through. Harry deserves all his love and he will damn give all of it to him.

Harry slowly ate the other piece of toast that was on the plate. He doesn't know how long he would last until he had to go to the bathroom and throw up. And just to make certain that he hopefully doesn't, he started drinking the cup of juice closer to him. The toast did taste pretty good to Harry, and the orange juice did too. It was better than eating really good smelling food and finding out it tastes bland like ashes.

Draco beamed as he saw Harry eat the rest of his toast. He started eating the other piece of toast for him as well and started drinking his cup of juice too. He was really glad he could help Harry eat, even if he knew how much it embarrasses the Gryffindor. "Still want to be taught a song?" he then asked as he banished the plate and empty cups away.

"Yes, please," Harry said, almost suppliantly. "As long as I'm not late for Divination though. Even though I don't really care about the class."

Draco ran his hands down to Harry's waist and gave him a quick kiss. He reached for his wand in his robe pocket and cast a quick "Tempus." The golden numbers appeared in the air and showed it was around 7:48 am. "We have ages until class, which starts at nine."

Harry pressed his finger down on one of the keys, hearing a low note come from the piano. "I guess we have enough time then." He slowly looked up into silver irises. "You have Transfigurations and then Ancient Runes, don't you?"

"Yes," Draco said, his heart going crazy in his chest as those green eyes finally looked up into his own silver ones. "And you have Divination."

Harry nodded. He would love to skip Divination and just stay down here with Draco now. It was weird, earlier in the morning he just didn't want any attention from anybody but now he wants to spend the rest of his day with Draco. It confuses him. He just guessed that Draco really is like a magnet that gathers up his depression and sends it to one side of his mind where it's contained. Or perhaps is he like a Patronus? Where he chases away the depression until it sneaks back in. They both appear to be good representations of his love for Draco and his depression.

"Okay. So, this key here..." Draco placed his hand over Harry's hand, folded his fingers over Harry's except his and Harry's index finger. He moved their hands to the furthest piano key on the right side. "This is the 'A' key. And on the other side is the 'C' key. It starts as A, B, C, D, E, F, G, and then it stops and starts at A again. I will teach you the sharp and minor notes later." Harry just nodded. This looks complicated but he knows in due time he'll get better at it.

*****

Harry was up in Dumbledore's office talking about the arrangements on how long he'd been staying at the Dursley's for during the summer. It had been a long talk as well.

"Two weeks, Harry," Dumbledore said. "That's how long you'll be staying at the Dursleys for during the summer holidays."

Harry gave a sigh of relief. Any more than that and he'd be banging his head on the walls continuously, hoping he'd knock himself out. "That's great, professor!" he said, giving the man a fake smile. "But...what about Draco? Will I be able to stay with him? Like, at the manor or another of his family's manors?"

"It depends on whether Draco's mother and father want you around, Harry," Dumbledore said with a smile to his face. "I do think you'd be safer in one of their manors on the other side of the country than in Malfoy Manor though. We do not know if Death Eaters come and go in that house of theirs."

Harry internally 'yessed' at the news, knowing he could stay with Draco. After all, Mrs Malfoy said he could stay with Draco in one of the letters she wrote to Draco a while ago. "Mrs Malfoy did say I could come over at any time," he tells him. "Mr Malfoy is also starting to agree too, even with his son's sexuality."

Dumbledore smiled and sat down at his desk. "That's wonderful! And I'm guessing you know the answer to the question, so you may go now, Harry," he said, gesturing his hand to the door.

Harry nodded and headed towards the door. He then turned around and looked back up at Dumbledore with his hand on the doorway. "Professor, about the founders... Where did they sleep when they were... still alive?" Harry asked, curiously. "Did Godric sleep in Gryffindor Tower? Did Helga sleep in the Hufflepuff dormitories?"

"I assume they slept there," Dumbledore said, clasping his hands together. "Why the sudden question?"

Harry shrugged and thought about how he should word what he was going to say next. His intention wasn't to tell Dumbledore about the bedrooms, but just give him a hint to where they could be. He noted to himself that he should go back to the Gryffindor room's bathroom and collect his blade, as well as the boy's bathroom as there's only a couple of days left until the holidays. "Let's just say... I had a dream about someone opening some kind of... wall...and then there was this dark tunnel... I think the someone in my dream cast a Lumos and they walked to the end of the tunnel. At the end of the tunnel were three doors. A red, Yellow and Blue door. By the time they opened up the yellow door I had woken up."

Dumbledore rose an eyebrow at Harry curiously and looked as if he was doing Legillimens on him. And then he asked, "Did you see who this person in your dream was, Harry?"

Harry shook his head though he knew it was himself. "All I know was that they were in the Transfiguration Courtyard, by a blank wall with torches on either side of it," he described and suddenly thought this through. Should he have said that? "That wall held the tunnel to the three doors."

Dumbledore nodded. "So, if what your telling me is true...there could be bedrooms to the founders in this very castle," he asked and automatically, Harry nodded. He hesitated for a brief moment. "Hmmm... I wonder what information they could have stored down there," he added, trailing off.

"Yeah..." Harry said, but knew there was just old books on magical creatures, herbology stuff and plenty more which he hasn't read yet. He then sighed, a little bored with this conversation. "So, I'm going to go now," he said with unease. "Bye, Professor!"

Dumbledore waved goodbye, opened one of his drawers to his desk and grabbed a Lemon Drop.

Harry didn't know if it was safe to gather his blade from the Gryffindor room since he just told Dumbledore where the hidden passageway is. At least he didn't tell Dumbledore how exactly to open it. Even if it were the simple spell of Alohomora.

Harry did decide to get his blade from the Gryffindor bedroom. Once he got it, he slipped it into his pocket and headed back to Gryffindor Tower to put it back in the old sock and close it inside the trunk. When he finished, he slammed right into Draco as he was just wandering around the castle. "Sorry, Draco," he said sadly.

Draco shook his head but noticed Harry's depressed demenour. "Please don't apologise, Harry," he said gently, placed his arms around him and pulled him closer. "How are you on this fine evening by the way?"

"I'm fine," Harry replied, lying straight to Draco's face again. It hurt but when he wants to be alone it's all he can do. He realized that it doesn't actually work at all so he doesn't know what to do in the situations he wants to be alone. He understands Draco's just caring and looking out for him but he does want alone time after stressful conversations.

"Have you eaten at all?" Draco asked curiously, studying Harry's eyes. He still didn't believe the 'I'm fine' lie. He just wishes Harry will talk to him so he can try helping him with everything he's going through.

Harry didn't want to lie, but he also didn't want Draco to worry. He hadn't eaten anything since that morning in the music room and when was that exactly? Two or three days ago? He didn't worry about it, he was fine. He shook his head, deciding on the truth to tell Draco, "I err... no, I haven't.

Draco gave a slight nod, but frowned at this information. Harry hadn't eaten anything for a few days, and if he keeps this up, he'll probably gain back his eating disorder. It took a while for Draco to help Harry through it, which he did. But then Harry said, "So, I spoke to Dumbledore earlier and he said I only have to stay with the Dursleys for two weeks during the summer."

"That's great, Harry!" Draco said, smiling at the news. But still, two weeks is a long time and who knew how many times Harry could...be abused during then. He dreaded thinking of it and dreaded the thought of knowing Harry would be abused during that time. He just wants to take Harry home with him, to get him to meet his mother and to show him the entire manor and his favourite places. He wants to show Harry his ancestors in the manor's portrait gallery.

"I guess so," Harry replied senselessly. He pondered if he will ever survive the first two weeks of the holiday. Nearly every day the Dursley's give him hell, and he doesn't want to go back and suffer anymore than he already has.

"Yeah," Draco said, sighing. "Two months. Did he say if you could stay with me? Either at the Manor or in Venice?"

"Dumbledore said that if it's alright with your mom and dad, then it's fine and I can stay with you," Harry said, giving a little forced smile. But he was excited to spend time with Draco during the Holidays. It meant endless love-making, kissing in rooms alone, cuddling, making out in front of Draco's parents. "But he did say that anywhere out of the country would be a safer place than your manor. Even if you had a mansion in America, Australia, or Hawaii, we'd be safe there too."

Draco nodded. He agreed with Dumbledore there. The family manors are possibly the highest warded manors in the wizarding world. "Well, we do have a manor's there," he said boldly, smirking. "We also have one in Fiji, New Zealand, Paris..."

Harry lightly shoved Draco and muttered, "Spoilt brat."

Draco rolled his eyes with a smile, "Yeah, yeah," he said but pulled Harry back close to him and kissed his cheek. "I'm a spoilt rich kid."

Harry forced a laugh at how Draco insulted himself, but then the image of Cedric popped into his head and he frowned. He could only imagine what Joshua's going through right now. Losing someone you love. If He ever lost Draco, he'd feel so lost and wouldn't be able to live with himself. It'd be like a part of him was missing and to live, he would need that part.

Draco saw the familiar frown and hugged Harry protectively, kissing him on the cheek repeatedly. Harry looked up into Silver eyes and leaned in to close the gap between them. Draco kissed back softly, making sure Harry feels loved and supported.

When the kiss ended, Harry still had a frown on his face. "I-, I need to go," he said, and after that, he headed back to Gryffindor Tower in a rush.

Draco watched as Harry walked away with a frown, his demeanor so dull and gloomy. He wished Harry could open up to him and tell him what's wrong, but Draco knew it was about Cedric. Did Harry think Cedric's death was his fault perhaps? No, it couldn't be... Harry couldn't blame himself for Cedric's death, right? Draco sure hoped not because it wasn't Harry's fault. Draco shook his head; he couldn't think these thoughts right now. His boyfriends' in an intensely unhealthy state and he wants to help out the best he could, but he can only do that if Harry lets him.

While Draco was worrying about his boyfriend, Harry was back up in his dormitory lying down, curtains closed around him and wanting to die. He was asking himself what he had just done, walking away from Draco like that.

It was stupid, rude, and ignorant. You should be ashamed of yourself. He kissed you and all you did was walk off? What kind of boyfriend are you? a voice was telling him.

Harry did his best to ignore the voice and scratched at his cuts, feeling a little better afterwards. He closed his eyes and wished he could just fall asleep and not have to wake up. He couldn't sleep at all; he was still awake when everyone had returned to the bedroom for the night. He sat up and sighed woefully, looking around the room and everyone was asleep.

He tip-toed over to his trunk and opened it, searching for his invisibility cloak. When he found it, he thought about why exactly was he getting it in the first place? It's not like he was going walking around the castle at night, he only wanted to go to the boy's bathroom. He shut his trunk, looked around the room once more, grabbed his wand and exited the dorm.

When Harry entered the bathroom, he grabbed his tin from the cupboard, spelled it open and sat in a corner of the bathroom. He muttered a few silencing charms and privacy wards around him so he couldn't be seen, just in case someone does enter the bathroom. He grabbed his blade from the tin and rolled up his sleeve. He quickly and smoothly he sliced his arm five times, each one deeper than the next. He felt some sort of better, at least numb for a while at least. After quite a long time in the bathroom, he wandered over to the sinks and cleaned up. He then made his way back to his dorm and as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a restless sleep.

*****

Draco Malfoy was worried. Utterly worried. Harry had been looking much more depressed and duller for the last few days. It was more than how Harry would normally be, duller than he'd ever seen him. He didn't even think Ron and Hermione even saw the difference in Harry. Draco knew there were now two more days until the end of school and that Harry had to go back to those darn muggles for two weeks. Two weeks is still a long time, too long for someone who looks so dead to the world. He still had to give Harry his birthday present, even if his birthday is during the holidays but he didn't know if he'd even be able to see Harry at all.

Whenever Draco did talk to Harry, Harry would just be nodding sadly and replying numbly with 'Yeah' and 'I'm fine'. Draco didn't believe those words. Just by looking at Harry, he could tell how depressed he was. He has tried getting Harry to talk about anything that's bothering him, but Harry just keeps saying that he is fine and that there is nothing to talk about. The only way he can help Harry is if Harry lets him, but Harry's been ignoring everyone, even Ron and Hermione. Harry wouldn't pay attention in his classes, even if it was the last week of school and Professor Snape kept snapping at him which Draco knew only worsened Harry's state.

Draco kept staring at Harry during classes. In every class, Harry would stare at this one place in the classroom and nod off into his thoughts. As good as Draco was at multitasking, his main focus was on Harry. He didn't know how to help; he didn't even know if he should book an appointment for Harry because of the state he was in. He couldn't even sleep himself as he was too worried for Harry. He noticed how Harry never went to breakfast, Lunch or Dinner at all. He didn't even believe it when Harry said he went to the kitchens. He didn't need to even talk to Dobby as he saw the pain in Harry's eyes and that pain just tore at Draco's heart.

Draco found Harry walking alone to class and decided to catch up to him. It didn't take long as Harry was walking so slow. As soon as he was side by side with Harry, he intertwined their hands together. He watched as Harry looked up at him, those dull, dreary eyes staring back at him. He smiled down at Harry even though he was frowning from the inside. When he saw Harry give him a small smile which he didn't know was fake or not his smile grew so he kissed his cheek. No cute tinge of red on Harry's cheeks that he'd normally see.

Draco sighed and rubbed his thumb over Harry's lips, "I love you so much, Harry," he said, letting a tear fall down his face. "No matter what. I'll always love you. So please, if you ever need to talk to me about anything, I am here for you." He watched as Harry slightly nodded and he wished he could just look through this boy's mind and see what he's thinking so he could try to understand and help as much as he could. His heart fluttered and his cheeks blushed as Harry wiped the tear from his eye with his thumb and kissed his cheek. At least he knew Harry was still capable of showing and giving love, even if his demeanor was so damned numb and lifeless.

"I love you too, Draco. More than you'll know," Harry said tiredly, zoning out for a bit. "And I'm sorry for running off the other day."

Draco shook his head and cupped both of Harry's cheeks. "Don't worry about that, Harry," he reassured him. "All that matters is how you feel. I understand you were mentally unstable then, and I'll support you every step of the way." He rubbed his thumbs over Harry's cheekbones and kissed him. He smiled as he felt Harry kiss back. He rests his forehead against Harry's and whispered, "We better get to class. We both know how angry Professor McGonagall gets when her students are late."

Harry gave a small forced smile. "Sure, let's go."

Draco smiled and walked with Harry to Transfiguration. He doesn't even know how Harry can get to classes on time when he walks so slow. He notices how Harry even somewhat glides away from him even if they're holding hands. And when he moves closer to Harry, Harry glides away again. When they entered the classroom, they took their normal seats together and Draco kept a close eye on Harry.

"Good morning, students," Professor McGonagall said, peering around at her students. "Today for entertainment, I'll be teaching you all about the spell Floris. Can anybody tell me what the spell is used for?"

Hermione, who sat next to Pansy, raised her hand.

Draco knew that Harry was just trapped inside his invisible box. When Hermione finished her ranting about the spell, with a flick of Draco's wand and mutter of "Floris," a Lily appeared in his hand. He took off the stem and placed it on Harry's ear as he remembered Harry doing that to him a little while back but with a rose.

When Harry turned his head to look at him, Draco smiled and whispered, "You're beautiful." Draco's smile grew as he saw that beautiful red tinge on Harry's cheeks appear. He kissed Harry's cheek, even though it earned him a stern but amused look from the strict professor. Draco chuckled and heard a faint, "You're beautiful too," coming from Harry. He squeezed Harry's hand from under the table and focused on the lesson. He muttered another "Floris," which a delicate red rose appeared, and he gave it to Harry.

Harry gave a small smile, not a fake one but a real smile. Everything sweet Draco does, tend to make Harry feel a little better. Harry decided to just practice the spell, muttering "Floris," and watching as Hibiscus', Poppy's and Hydrangea's appeared on the table. He gave Draco the Hydrangea as he believed it was the prettiest flower from the lot, and because Draco was the prettiest person he ever knew. But as he gave Draco the flower, his arm was still throbbing from last night's cutting session after the nightmare. Not the nightmare he usually gets but the new one. The one where his mother, father and Cedric are all disappointed in him. Just by thinking of the nightmare sank Harry back down into his depression.

Draco sighed when seeing that familiar numb and empty look on Harry's face like he was a dead man. He squeezed Harry's hand again, hoping it can bring him back to life. It didn't work, Harry just stared at one particular spot for the rest of the class. Draco stared down at the Hydrangea Harry gave him, it was prettier than the other flowers Harry conjured, and he couldn't help but smile lovingly at the boy he loves so much.

By the time class finished, Draco stood by Harry's side until they got to the Fat Lady's portrait. Draco would have loved to go into the common room but didn't know if Harry would want him to or even if the Gryffindors would let him. So, he just watched Harry disappear behind the portrait without even a kiss goodbye. He sighed and was about to head back to the Slytherin common room, but he turned around, said the password, and entered through the portrait. He rushed through the common room, ignoring everyone but looking for Harry. A girl with brown hair pointed up to the boy's dormitory and Draco gave a nod of thanks and headed up to the dormitory. He knocked on the door, just like how Harry's dormmates asked him to do when visiting but nobody answered. Draco sighed, turned the doorknob, and rushed inside. Empty. He dreaded the worst that Harry could have gone to and done. The bathroom. A bathroom. Just any bathroom.

Draco stormed down the stairs to the boy's bathroom, checked everywhere but just couldn't find him. Groaning, he rushed out of Gryffindor Tower and to the second floor. When entering Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, he could smell a kind of metallic aroma. It was blood as he knew. He looked around the bathroom, checking every stall but nobody was there. He leaned against one of the bathroom stalls and sighed, raking his hand through his hair and hoping Harry's okay. However, he didn't know that he was being watched.

Harry sat in the corner of the bathroom in fear and shock, he covered his mouth to stop him from breathing so heavily. Draco was here. He was lucky enough to have remembered putting up silencing and privacy wards around himself when he first came down here so he sighed in relief knowing Draco couldn't hear him. But what Harry wondered was why Draco was down here.

Did Draco come looking for him? Did he do something wrong to upset Draco? Well, he knew he didn't give a goodbye kiss, but he just felt too depressed to do it. He couldn't. He'd just break down into tears and cry all over Draco, just like he did on the night Cedric... No... He couldn't think of that right now... The guilt was still building up inside him and he could never forget it.

Each night the new nightmare just got even worse, and he kept feeling his anxiety souring through the roof, which didn't help him, and the wave of depression and anxiety he feels every day. It was horrible. He just can't eat, he can't sleep. He feels anxious about it all, just wanting to get some sleep but he can't. Every time he does go to sleep, he gets nightmares or sad dreams, so he doesn't get much rest, if any. If he does go to sleep, it's because he stayed up so late, that he didn't realize he fell asleep, or it's the cutting he does. He feels like he hasn't slept at all when he wakes up in the morning.

He's scared of losing Draco, and his best friends. He doesn't know what of, but mostly Voldemort finding them and killing them. He's kind of scared that he might be losing his mind by not being able to sleep or eat. He feels his heart drawing out the thoughts rushing through his head, his head's about to explode. He hates it all!

The sad look on Draco's face made Harry just want to go up to him and tell him that he is okay, but his fresh cuts were still bleeding on his arms and didn't want to get any blood on Draco. It was too dangerous to get up and clean off the blood as Draco is just a few meters away from him.

Harry just stared at the frustrated Draco. If Draco's frustration was because of him, he felt worse. He then heard a familiar ghostly wail and looked up to see Myrtle floating down from the roof, staring at Draco and them to him. He hoped Myrtle really couldn't see him, so he gave her a small wave with his good hand. To Harry's fear, Myrtle waved back. Harry backed up until his back was against the wall, he watched as Myrtle floated down to Draco.

Draco looked up at the ghost girl and sighed. He wondered if she had seen Harry somewhere, anywhere. "Hello, Myrtle."

"Hello, Draco," Myrtle said, floating in front of him with a curious smile on her lips. "Why are you here? This is a girl's bathroom."

Harry tucked his blade and tin in his robe pocket and pulled his sleeves down over his wet cuts, not caring if he bled through them. Yes, Draco. Why are you here? he thought to himself.

"I know, Myrtle," Draco said, raking his hair through his hair once again in a gesture of frustration. "I'm just trying to find my boyfriend, Harry. I'm really worried about him. He's been looking so much more depressed and dead to the world these days."

Myrtle smiled and looked from Draco to Harry and back to Draco again. "You don't have to worry about Harry as he's right over there!" she said, giggling and pointing to the corner where Harry was.

Harry gestured Myrtle to Shh! and to cut it out whatever she's trying to do. He really doesn't want to be found, especially with freshly cut wrists that made him numb from the guilt and pain he haw been feeling.

Draco swiftly looked to where Myrtle pointed but didn't see Harry anywhere. He looked back at Myrtle and narrowed his eyes. "I don't see him," he drawls, frowning at the spot Harry apparently was at. "Please, do not toy with my feelings, Myrtle."

Myrtle frowned at the harshness towards her, ghostly tears started falling down her face. "But he is!" she cried, her arm still pointed to where Harry's location was. "He's over there! He put up some kind of spell and so he's not seen!"

Harry glared at Myrtle as she just told Draco what he had used and where he was. He quickly got up, not caring if he's bleeding through his long-sleeved shirt and moved from the corner a bit but stayed in his wards.

Draco looked back over to where Myrtle said Harry was but still didn't see him. "He's not there, Myrtle!" he said, sounding a little bitter in his tone, and his eyes seemed a little tight. "Are you blind or something?"

"I am not blind!" Myrtle yelled and her ghostly tears were running down her pale face.

Draco leaned his head back and banged it on the stall wall. He winced and sighed, hoping Harry was somewhere surrounded by friends. "Alright, and I'm sorry," he said just to calm down the ghost, but he did mean to apologise to her. "Just please, don't say he's somewhere when he's not."

"But he is over there!" Myrtle yelled and flew over to where Harry was. She floated just above Harry's head. "He's right below me! I told you, he used some kind of spell so you can't hear him or see him."

Draco sighed and walked over to Myrtle, what he didn't know was that he was standing a couple of feet in front of Harry. "I don't see him, Myrtle," he said, looking up at the ghostly girl with a frown. "Do you remember what spell he used exactly?"

Harry gulped and took a few steps back; afraid the wards might wear off. He didn't want Draco to find him, even though in his heart that's exactly what he wanted. To feel loved, to be loved, to make love and everything in between.

"How am I supposed to know?" Myrtle said loudly. "I was too busy sobbing about what my life could be like if I never died. And maybe I was destined to die."

Well, that's depressing, Harry thought. Draco was still quite close to him; he could just reach out and run his hands through his hair but didn't want to be caught and questioned as to why he was here.

Draco rolled his eyes at Myrtle's sad life dreams. "Right..." He tried remembering every silencing spell he knew of and privacy charms. He could only think of a few.

Harry took this as a ticket to leave. While he knew Draco was thinking, which he knew was such a cute look on the Slytherin's face, he slowly made his way around the edge of the bathroom until he knew he was at the end of his silencing and privacy ward. If he ran now, Draco would surely see him from the corner of his eye. He looked up at Myrtle who was watching him curiously.

Myrtle looked back down at Draco with a curious smile. "He's about to leave, you know?" she told him

Draco looked around the bathroom with a frown, not seeing anybody. "Myrtle, please stop," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. He hated this! He needed to see Harry. Needed to speak with him, to let him know that it isn't his fault if Harry believes it is his fault for Cedric's Death.

Harry wondered if he could extend his privacy wards. He muttered the incantation, pointing his wand at the end of the previous ward. He didn't know if it worked so he slowly walked towards the door to exit, watching Draco cautiously in case he turned around and could see Harry. When he was by the door, he ran through the exit and went back up to Gryffindor Tower

Myrtle shook her head, wondering why Harry wanted to leave so quickly. "He just left," she told the blonde Slytherin. "Sorry."

"Did you at least see what he was doing down here?" Draco asked worriedly, staring at the exit out of the bathroom where Myrtle said Harry was. "That is if he was here. I just need to make sure..."

Myrtle sniffed. "He sometimes comes down here to bleed from a..." she began to tell Draco what Harry uses but forgot. "What's it called?" she asked herself and also Draco. "A very sharp thingy."

Draco sighed in frustration and worry. If Harry really was here, does that mean that he was... cutting? But what about all the techniques the doctor talked to him about? Isn't Harry using those techniques anymore? Maybe he just feels too depressed too... "Did you see where he kept his blade?"

Myrtle shook her head. "I saw he kept it in some kind of... tin," she said, and sniffed again as if she was going to break down into more sobs.

Draco sighed. Harry must've taken the tin thing up to his dormitory. Harry would probably hide it in his trunk, and Draco thought that he will have to have a look when he's not there. Or search with Ron, just to be trustworthy. "What colour was the tin?"

Myrtle shrugged as she said, "Green."

"Thanks for the help, Myrtle," Draco then said, and he bit his lip as he hoped to find Harry soon. "I'm going to go find Harry." He hurriedly walked towards the exit, hearing the lonely ghost tell him to visit more often.

Draco rushed out of the bathroom. He admits that it's cool to have a ghost friend. He just doesn't want a ghost boyfriend. The first stop was back in the Gryffindor common room which he had to check, but nobody was there so he guessed it was lunchtime. Maybe Harry went to lunch? Merlin knows Harry must be starving, and he sure was hungry. He rushed out of the common room, past the portrait and to the Grand Hall.

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When Harry entered his dorm, he was lucky to be alone. He walked over to his trunk but hesitated. Should I use some kind of spell to hide the tin then? Myrtle's bathroom is too risky a place for me to cut now At least he still has the boy's bathroom. Bloody Myrtle told Draco where he was and what spells he used.

Godric's bathroom was the best place to go to now if he needed to cut. But, oh well, over the holidays I can do my worst. Harry decided to hide the tin containing the blade back in the boy's bathroom. But Draco knows about the tin, which is bad because Draco could tell Ron and his dormmates about it, which then his dorm mates would make sure to check the bathrooms for a specific green tin and report it to Draco.

Harry then tipped the tin upside down and let the blade fall down onto his hand. He dropped the tin inside his trunk and placed the blade in his robe pocket. This way he can head anywhere with the blade and use it to bleed out his emotions wherever he goes.

Even though it was dangerous, Harry headed to the boy's bathroom to wash off his arm. He made sure nobody was in the boy's bathroom and pulled up his sleeve. He hissed in pain as his blood was stuck to his jumper. He walked over to the sinks and ran water over his arm, dried his arm with a drying charm, pulled his sleeve back down and headed back up to the dormitory.

-

As Draco had entered the Grand Hall, he scanned the Gryffindor table for Harry, and he was nowhere to be seen. He scanned the Slytherin table and yet, he was not there either. Harry was still not eating, unless he had been eating in the kitchens, but Draco didn't believe that. He really should ask Dobby if he's been with Harry at all but was caught off guard as a hand had wrapped around his own. He looked at the person, hoping it was Harry, but it wasn't.

"Draco?" Ivy said, looking at Draco curiously. She could sense his worry and grew worried herself. What was he worried about? Where was Harry? "What's wrong, Draco?" She was studying Draco like she could read his mind.

"It's nothing, Ivy," Draco said, pulling his arm out of her strong grip. He looked over at the empty space between Ron and Hermione. "Um... can you go find Harry using your... abilities?" He looked back at her, frowning. "I'm really worried about him."

"Sure," Ivy said with a firm nod. She'll do anything for her cousin, and for Harry who she needs to find. She too hoped Harry was okay. "Can I br-"

"No, you cannot bring Lavender," Draco said at once and nodded his head to the exit of the Great Hall. "She'll slow you down. I just need to make sure Harry's... somewhere in a comfortable place. I also need to talk to Dobby." He started walking out of the Great Hall, really wanting to know if Harry's been keeping himself healthy or not.

In long minutes, he finally got to the portrait of a fruit bowl. Ivy caught up to Draco just in time as the portrait swung open. But as she just made it to the portrait, it swung shut on her. She sighed and decided to go on and find Harry.

Draco was immediately greeted by Dobby as he walked in. "Dobby, this is urgent," he stated quickly, urgently. "Has Harry came to you for dinner, lunch or breakfast at all this week?"

Dobby shook his head. "Harry Potter has not come to Dobby since Draco's surprise," he said with little excitement from the memory of that day, but he didn't see the worry in Draco's eyes until a few seconds later.

Draco nodded. He felt disappointment. "Okay," he said in a quiet voice while thinking about ordering Dobby to deliver Harry breakfast, Lunch, and dinner in bed. It's so he can go over to Gryffindor and stay with him, make sure Harry eats, and spend much more time with him. "Thank you, Dobby."

Dobby then saw how worried Draco looked and frowned. "Why is Draco Malfoy asking Dobby this?" he asks the Slytherin. "Is Harry Potter okay?"

"I'm not too sure, to be honest..." Draco said, folded his arms, and trailed off. He didn't want to worry the house-elf since he knows house-elves can feel the emotions of wizards and witches.

"Wherever Harry Potter is, Dobby can teleport to," Dobby assured Draco with a smile, and Draco's eyes seem to light up a little. "If Harry Potter is anywhere in the castle, Dobby can find him."

"Do you know where he is now?" Draco asked and hoped Ivy had found Harry already. But then again, he wants to find Harry first. He wants to be there when Harry's not feeling himself, when he wants to harm himself, and when Harry needs him the most.

Dobby apparated away but in three seconds he was back. "Harry Potter is sleeping."

Draco sighed in relief but was still worried. Harry had lied, he hasn't been to the kitchens to eat. He wouldn't know how Harry wouldn't eat as his stomach would be rumbling madly. "Okay, good. He needs his sleep."

"Does Draco want Dobby to apparate him to Harry Potter?" Dobby then asked the Slytherin. "It is no problem for Dobby to do so."

Draco bit his lip in thought. This could be his chance to find where Harry hides his blade, or blades if he has more. Or, he could watch over Harry while he sleeps. But then again, he doesn't want to snoop in Harry's stuff. Even though Harry is his boyfriend, it doesn't mean he is allowed to go through Harry's items as it's an invasion of privacy. But he also wanted to watch Harry sleep peacefully. "Sure. I'd like that."

Dobby nodded, grabbed hold to Draco's hand and apparated Draco up into the Gryffindor 4-year boy's dorm room.

When Draco looked around at the familiar red and gold settings, he noticed a lump on Harry's bed, so he walked over and sighed. He looked over at Dobby but he'd already apparated back to the kitchen. When standing over Harry's sleeping body, he ran his hand softly through Harry's raven hair and smiled at his beautiful sleeping boyfriend. He wanted to hop into bed next to Harry but didn't want to wake him, but he walked to the other side of the bed and slowly laid down beside Harry. He wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and just laid there silently, listening to the little snores coming from Harry. Such cute little snores.

In a matter of minutes, Harry started shaking and Draco knew he was having a nightmare. He sat up and rubbed at Harry's upper arm, trying to awaken him. When Harry didn't wake, Draco started shaking Harry. "Harry! Wake up!" he yelled. He was thankful nobody was in the dorm except himself and Harry. "Harry!" he yelled again, shaking harder at his sleeping boyfriend.

Harry finally woke up from his nightmare, his tearful eyes immediately opening as he felt hands on his sides. He swiftly sat up, turned around and thought he was dreaming and seeing an angel. "Draco," he said with a broken voice. What on earth is Draco doing here? Well, yes, he's always allowed in Gryffindor Tower...

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry in a tight embrace. "Harry, it was only a nightmare," he said softly, kissing Harry's cheek. "You are safe. I'm here now, and I love you with everything I have."

Harry frowned and hugged him back tightly, thinking Draco could just disappear from his touch if he let go. This is eactly what he needed. His lover with him while he's not feeling his best. "I love you too, Draco."

"Did you want to talk about the nightmare?" Draco asked, rubbing soothing circles on Harry's back and gave Harry's forehead a kiss. "Mother says it always helped me when I got them as a child, and it's never let me down."

Harry shook his head and pressed his head into Draco's chest. He didn't want to tell anybody about the nightmare, not even Draco. "No," he whispered.

"Alright, then," Draco said gently, still rubbing circles in Harry's back just to calm his boyfriend down. He does hope that Harry will tell him someday about the pain from deep inside and what's actually causing it. "Oh, and Harry?"

"Yeah?" Harry asked numbly, his hand running down Draco's hip. It's just a little kind gesture for Draco, not anything sexual.

Draco pulled out of the hug but still kept Harry close. He stared back into emerald eyes and placed a hand over Harry's cheek. "I love you so much, Harry Potter," he said in a soft whisper.

"I love you t-"

Draco leaned in with a smile and ended the space between them, kissing Harry lovingly before the Gryfindor could finish his sentence. Harry kissed back slowly and passionately, snaking his arms around Draco's shoulders. Draco reacted by slowly pushing Harry back down onto the pillows and lying on top of him.

Harry didn't want to have sex even if he knew it does lift his spirits up. He would just feel dirty and miserable if he and Draco do decide to have sex. He pushed Draco up so their lips disconnected, and Draco looked down at Harry with confusion and concern. "Can we not... you know, please?"

Draco nodded, "Alright, no shagging," he said with a smirk and leaned back in to continue what he started. Shagging was honestly on the bottom of his list right now even if he craved it at least three times a week. They were interrupted when the door opened and Seamus and Dean came rushing in, kissing, and taking their clothes off until they were only in their boxers.

Draco smirked at the couple wanting sex and whispered, "Should we tell them they're not alone?"

"Nah," Harry said awkwardly, and drawing the curtains around them shut with a flick of his wand. "Let them do... that."

"Alright," Draco said and leaning back in for a long lingering kiss with his wonderful boyfriend. Once Harry and Draco started hearing moans, which wasn't for a couple of minutes, they started giggling. Well, Draco was doing most of the snickering. Harry was trying not to think about what was happening in that bed not far from them.

Harry pulled Draco down into a kiss to stop him from snickering as he could be disturbing Seamus and Dean from their fun. Draco kissed back eagerly, his arms supporting his weight on either side of him. When they pulled out of the kiss, and they knew that Seamus and Dean stopped doing their thing they fell asleep next to one another.

But of course, Harry didn't fall asleep at all. He just lay there silently watching Draco fall asleep. Those silver glistening eyes drooping closed, worry lines relaxing, lips reclining, and breathing becoming lower. Harry played with Draco's soft hair as he slept, twirling the strands of hair around his fingers gently. Draco looks so beautiful when sleeping, Harry thought as he kept playing with Draco's hair.

Harry was too scared to go back to sleep, he didn't want to wake Draco up because of the nightmares so he just lay there and silently read until morning. But when it got close to morning when Draco would wake up, he decided to give the Slytherin some actual pleasure. He zipped Draco's fly as far down as it could go, and pulled down Draco's white boxers and pulled out Draco's cock. He licked his lips, wanting to taste Draco's rawness and thought fuck you depression. I can suck my boyfriend off whenever I want and not feel disgusted about it. He grabbed the base of Draco's cock, gave a good hard sniff of his boyfriend's musky scent and opened his mouth to accomodate the velvety head into his mouth. From there, he got to work in pleasuring and loving his boyfriend's manhood.

As Draco woke up, he was staring right back into his favorite emerald green eyes. But then he realized what Harry was doing, and the intense pleasure of Harry sucking and bobbing his head up and down on his cock overwhelmed him, making him hard in just a split-second and he moaned out loud.

He totally forgot about Harry's dormmates but they didn't matter right now. Not when he's got the most beautiful man's perfect lips sucking his dick and worshipping his manhood. He reached down to Harry's dark hair which he threaded his fingers in.

Draco's chest became a little hot, his cock was coated in Harry's saliva, and he knew he wouldn't last long. He doesn't know how long Harry's been doing this for but knows he's coming close to the edge where his orgasm will roar through him and out into Harry's mouth. He wants it so bad though. His hands gripping Harry's hair tighter, he couldn't control himseld and thrust up into Harry's mouth.

He actually had a thought about Harry butt naked, facing the front of the bed and still sucking Draco off, and Draco getting a full face of Harry's arse which he sees himself licking up Harry's crack and pushing his tongue deep inside Harry's arse hole. It's just a position he thought about. Giving pleasure both ways.

Suddenly, Draco cried out and his orgasm rushed through him and out into Harry's mouth, spurting pulse after pulse of come into Harry's throat. Harry swallowed it all down eagerly, kept deepthroating him through his orgasm, and rolled the salty-sweet taste of Draco over his tongue. He couldn't get enough of Draco and cleaned the Slytherin's cock semen-free with his mouth.

Draco smiled, exhausted, and leaned up for a morning kiss, not caring about the taste of a part of him that Harry worshipped and has in his mouth. All that mattered was if Harry enjoyed himself, and the little smile he noticed on Harry's face told him the truth. Harry sleepily returned the kiss since he didn't sleep at all and cocksucking is kinda like a sport but using his throat muscles.

"Did you get a good night sleep, Darling?" Draco asked, relaxed his body, and laid back down on his back. That was truly incredible to him. Harry gave him a surprise blowjob while he slept. He loves Harry's creative ways to pleasure him.

"Yeah," Harry said, lying to his face and put Draco's delicious cock back inside his boxers. He yanked the curtains open and caught sight of a certain bed that had a lot of wild things happening on it last night. But his own bed had a wild thing that happened on it and he was the one who made it happen.

Draco grabbed Harry around the stomach and pulled him back on the bed with him. Harry chuckled softly and snuggled up close to Draco. Draco kissed Harry's hair, smelling the pine products in it and then started trailing kisses down his neck. He thought about giving Harry a love bite but thought against it.

As soon as Harry heard more curtains being drawn open, he sat up and stared at Seamus who got out of bed and thankfully with his school clothes on. Draco sat up as well and when he saw Seamus, he smirked, "We enjoyed the show last night, Finnegan. Thanks."

Seamus looked over at them quickly and a noticable blush formed on his cheeks. "Ye uh... heard?" he asked awkwardly. Harry and Draco nodded. "Right, uh...sorry."

Draco just smiled, "Don't apologize, it's a normal thing to do. We've all had our fun in here." Seamus nodded and walked out of the dorm, a dark blush still on his cheeks.

Harry sleepily pushed himself off his bed, still suppressing a yawn from his mouth. He decided to go have a quick shower, taking his robes and school uniform with him.

"Can I come?" Draco had asked with a smile as he pulls up his pants, wanting to see Harry butt naked in front of him. He'd like a shower with Harry. It has been quite some time since they showered together.

Harry shook his head. "Not today, Draco," he said in his normal expressionless tone and walked out of the dorm.

Draco sighed and noticed Ron looking at him with an amused look. "What?" he asked, crossing his arms as a defence in case the Weasel wants to spit something bitter out at him.

"Nothing..." Ron drawls, trailing off into his own deep thoughts. But his thoughts weren't as negative like Harry's.

Draco rolled his eyes; this was obviously about the shower thing. "Don't you and Blaise go for showers together?" he asked, smirking as he probably knew the answer. Ron's face turned a bright shade of red and Draco laughed, earning a glare from Ron. "Of course. Does he have a pet name for you?"

"Obviously," Ron muttered.

"What does your Blaisey daisy call you then?" Draco asked the Weasley Gryffindor. He was enjoying this quite a lot. "C'mon, tell me! Oh, I bet it's Wonny."

Ron nearly choked on his spit at that name. "Sure... let's go with that odd name then." Draco rolled his eyes, knowing he just won't get an answer from the Weasel so he got up off Harry's bed and left the room to go find Harry.

Harry was down in the bathroom taking a shower, he tried that body soap spell Draco showed him a while ago. He made the body soap smell like his shampoo and conditioner which was pine. As he finished showering, he couldn't help but think about how he woke up from a nightmare with Draco by his side. It was scary but also calming. But the nightmare still got to him.

He looked down at his wrist at the fresh red cuts from days ago. He itched at the cuts, feeling a slight numbness overwhelm him. He smiled weakly, dried himself off and got dressed. He headed back to his room to find Ron laying on his bed clearly deep in thought. "Where's Draco?" Harry asked, looking around the room for his boyfriend but didn't see him at all. It was like Draco was invisible. Where was he?

"He left," Ron said casualy, not really caring about the rude Slytherin at this moment.

Harry nodded numbly. "Did he say where he was going?" he asked his best mate for an answer. He hoped Draco hadn't left because of him, or because he was bored.

Ron shook his head, saying, "Nope."

"Okay... see you around then," Harry said as he decided he wanted to head back to Godric's bedroom just to snoop around. But also to wonder where Draco went. He didn't even hear Ron say his goodbyes. And with that, Harry left to Godric's bedroom.

About a couple of minutes later, Draco entered the Gryffindor boy's dormitory to find Ron still on his bed. He sighed at the lazy teenager, "Is Harry back from the shower yet?"

Ron sat up, nearly bumping his head on the end of the bed. He looked up at the Slytherin and noticed he was holding something. Well, a couple of somethings coloured green, red, gold and silver. "Funny you should ask, you just missed him. What you got there?"

"Birthday presents for Harry since I won't be there on his birthday," Draco said, smiling at the presents in his hands. "I wish I could see him on his birthday though. To see the look on his face when he opens the presents, I'll want to see that."

Ron gave the Slytherin a smile at what he's doing for Harry. He cannot believe he's thinking this but the Slytherin really is warming up to him. They're almost friends. "Very thoughtful."

A look of puzzlement crossed Draco's face, "But you don't know what I got him..."

Ron shrugged. Draco was right, he didn't know. "Did you want me to give them to him? Or, put them in his trunk or-"

"Put them in his trunk," Draco said quickly. Now he can find this tin Myrtle told him about. The tin containing the blade. Or blades. He took a few steps towards Harry's bed to his trunk. He looked up at Ron for assurance, "Can I?"

Ron nodded at the Slytherin, smiling, "Of course, you're Harry's boyfriend," he replies. "I don't know why you had to ask. You and Harry share practically everything. Food, money, et cetera. You're already like a married couple."

Draco gave a smile and a faint blush at that future thought, but distracted his mind from that by placing the presents on Harry's bed and opened the trunk up and that's when he saw a tin. He picked it up, knowing Harry's opened it many times and shook it. Draco frowned. Nothing. Nothing was rattling around in the tin. He opened the tin up. Nothing, like he suspected.

Ron gave Draco a curious look. "What are you doing?" he asks the Slytherin who's looking at a green tin like it held someone's deep and dark secrets. But did it? But then he realized what tin that was. It was the one he and Neville found in the boy's bathroom

"I thought that maybe..." Draco said, trailing off as he didn't even want to think about it. "This could be where he hides... Where Harry hides his..."

Ron frowned, knowing what Draco meant. "Should we search his trunk some more, just in case there is...?" he suggests slowly.

Draco was already up to it. He was careful not to move anything from where it was. He made sure to check twice, under scarfs, socks, beanies, and clothes. What Draco knew was suspicious was an old sock without a matching pair. He sighed and looked in the sock. There, shining back at him was a blade. He let out a sob and threw the sock back in the trunk. "I-it's in the t-the bloody sock! The b-blade."

Ron shook his head sadly and grabbed the sock from the trunk and looked inside. He frowned at seeing the blade and sighed. "What should we do?" he asked, staring at the blade his best mate uses to self-harm with.

Draco backed away from the trunk, hopped in Harry's bed and brought Harry's pillow up to his nose. He gave it a little sniff and hugged it to his chest, wishing the pillow was Harry. "I don't know and that's the problem," he said worriedly, rubbing at his face with the pillow.

Ron clucked his tongue and dropped the sock back in Harry's trunk. He walked over to Draco, sat down in front of him and embraced him in a hug. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said in a dry tone. He just didn't want the Slytherin sobbing.

Draco hugged back, sniffed, and blinked back tears. "I can't believe it either," he drawls, smirking at this odd gesture. After a few seconds of hugging, Draco felt awkward. "Okay, you can let go now," he said, dropping his arms to his side and leaning away from the Gryffindor.

Ron let go of the hug clumsily, feeling a little embarrassed that he just hugged his childhood rival. But they weren't rivals anymore. Just friends. "We shall never speak of this again." Draco gave a side-smile, and Ron sighed and looked down at Harry's trunk. "Should we hide it from him?"

"I'm not sure," Draco said, crawling over to Harry's trunk from inside his bed and closed it. "I have a... relative who goes through depression. Pansy and I hide her blades from her but she somehow manages to find them or get more from somewhere."

"How do you manage and how do you help them?" Ron asked curiously, getting up from Harry's bed and going to his own bed to lean against one of the posters. He knows Blaise will have a field day when he finds out he had hugged Draco. It's going to be hilarious and he knows it.

"People have different ways, Ron," Draco tells him, staring at the ground blankly. "I manage by staying calm and... knowing where my relative is. I help my relative by sticking by their side every day and letting them know I'm there for them. But now, my relative has someone else to stick with. A lover."

Ron nodded. "Whenever I want to find Harry, he's nowhere to be seen," he told the Slytherin. "Nowhere in Gryffindor, I check the bathrooms and still don't find him, anywhere outside. It's hard when you don't know where your best mate is, and he struggles with..." He frowned.

"Yeah," Draco said sadly with a clenched jaw. He understands exactly what it's like. He's got a suicidal boyfriend and cousin. "I get what you mean. So, should I give Harry his presents now or leave them in his trunk?"

"Make it a surprise and leave them in his trunk," Ron tells him, shrugging. It's what he would do for Blaise. "That way, he won't know who it's from. Surprise, surprise."

Draco opened Harry's trunk back up. He picked up the presents from Harry's bed and stacked them neatly in Harry's trunk, ignoring the sock containing a stabby and closed the lid. He looked up at Ron with a small smile, "Thanks, Ron."

"Uh... No problem, Draco," Ron said with a dismissed hand wave, smiling back as he's still not used to Draco Malfoy thanking him.

"I know it's a little too late to do this but..." Draco walked up to Ron and held out his hand. "Truce?"

Ron laughed and shook Draco's hand, "Truce."

Draco dropped his hand, nodded, and headed back out of the dorm to find Harry. But, through long minutes of searching, he couldn't find him. He grew worried. What if? No, don't think like that. He didn't give up on finding Harry but headed to the Great Hall to get some food in his belly.

"Dray, how lovely to see you again," Pansy said, smiling brightly while checking her nails out. She glanced up at him but saw how worried her best friend looked. Oh no... What has happened?

Draco nods and sat down beside his friend, staring at a bowl of curried eggs. He was trying to think of something other than Harry and hoped that Harry was okay, safe and sound somewhere in the castle away from sharp objects.

"Draco, if this is about Harry, I hope he's treating you right," Pansy said and glanced around the room for her best friend's boyfriend, narrowing her eyes at the Gryffindor table while her eyes try to ignore Hermione Granger braiding her hair while reading a book. It's intriguing how she can multitask like that.

"No, No. Harry's treating me as he should be," Draco assures her, piling some potato wedges onto his plate. "I'm just... worried about him." He poured some chili sauce on the potato wedges and stabbed one with his fork, eating it slowly.

"Good," Pansy said, stealing one of Draco's wedges for herself. "And I'm sure Harry's fine."

"If you mean fine then depressed," Draco muttered to himself, not caring if Pansy's stealing food from him. She can have the wedges if she wants. His worry for his boyfriend is eating away at him more than his own hunger is.

"What was that?" Pansy asked, almost irritably. She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to think about what he said to her.

Draco sighed and ate another wedge. "Nothing," he said slowly. His gaze didn't reach anyone's eyes as it flicks around the room, hoping Harry could walk in at any time but he didn't.

Pansy sighed and gave Draco 'the stare' that she'd normally use when she wanted to know something that Draco was hiding from her. Draco ignored the look Pansy was giving him and finished off a wedge. "Come off it, Pans," he mutters, standing up and leaving the Great Hall without looking back.

"You're losing your look, Pansy." Ivy appeared beside Pansy, sitting down beside her and laying a hand on Pansy's shoulder. "I could hear your conversation from a few people down."

Pansy shook her head and stared at the Great Hall's door where Draco had just left. "I'm not actually losing the look; it's just not working on Draco anymore." She sighed and looked up at the Gryffindor table where Hermione was. She locked eyes with Hermione and smiled, "I'm going to see Hermione. Want to come?" she looked back at Ivy. "You can see your precious Lav." She was watching her best friend blush from the name.

Ivy blushed and pointed a finger at herself. "I only call Lavender, Lav," she said and smiled. Then she waggled her finger at Pansy, "Not you."

Pansy smirked and stood up. "Are you coming then?" Ivy nodded, pulled her legs over the table, and stood up. She and Pansy linked arms and walked over to the Gryffindor table.

*****

Harry woke up from a nightmare again, the same one about disappointing his mother, father, and Cedric in the graveyard. Last night before he went to bed, he'd put up silencing wards around him so if he does wake up screaming, nobody would hear him and wake up. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he cast a quick "Tempus," telling him it was around 3:45 in the morning. He sighed miserably, sluggishly got up and silently got dressed.

Harry reached into his robe pocket, pulled out his blade and made his way down to the boy's bathroom. As he entered, he walked into the nearest stall to him, closed the door behind him and sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat. He rolled up his sleeves and cut his arm five times, deeper and deeper, feeling the numbness overwhelm him as he watched his blood drip down his arm onto the floor. He dabbed a piece of toilet paper on his fresh cuts to stop the bleeding. He dumped the bloodied piece of toilet paper into the toilet bowl and flushed it down. He slipped his blade in his pants pocket and headed back up to his dormitory.

Harry looked through his trunk and tried to find the book Hermione gave him to read but couldn't find it. He then remembered giving it back to her a couple of weeks ago when he finished the book. But he found something curious. There were gifts in his trunk. Gifts in the colours of red, green, silver and gold. Harry shook his head and closed the trunk.

He's never seen presents in his trunk before. But still, it didn't make him feel any better. Even if they were birthday presents for him, he'd rather open them on his birthday but that day is ages away. Although, he thanked the person who put them in there. At least he'll have birthday presents to look forward to opening.

His only guess for the mystery gift-giver was either Draco or someone in his dorm room. He sighed, grabbed his blade from his pocket and placed it back in the tin. He then started packing up his items in his trunk as the Hogwarts express is due to leave by lunchtime. But Harry just wants to spend his day alone.

Harry did feel an inch hungry but felt like he could only eat something small. After everything he owned is packed and locked up inside his trunk, he made his way down to the kitchens. And of course, he was greeted first by Dobby the overexcited elf. Harry told Dobby to make him something small, like just a piece of toast or something. Dobby nodded in excitement and ran off into the kitchens. Harry sat down at a table and laid his head in his arms, thinking about how he must go back to the Dursleys for two weeks. What a nighmare.

Harry was pulled out of his thoughts as a plate of waffles floated over to him and landed next to him on the table. Harry looked up at the plate of waffles and sighed, he felt the familiar sickening feeling in his gut when looking at them. The vials of the eating disorder potion had all been used up, so Harry couldn't take them. Even if he still did have the vials, he wouldn't take them.

When Dobby asked if Harry was okay, he just replied with the usual words of "I'm fine," as he picked at the waffle in front of him and took small bites. He asked Dobby if he could have some alone time. With a nod and a look of worry and concern, Dobby retreated back to the kitchens.

While Harry heard the pattering of tiny feet fade away, he sighed and pushed back the plate of waffles. He cast a "Tempus," telling him it was around 6 in the morning. Great... Harry thought. Four more hours until the Hogwarts express leaves and then it's back to the Dursleys. Harry grabbed the waffle he was picking at and walked out of the kitchens back to Gryffindor Tower.

Meanwhile, when Harry was halfway to Gryffindor Tower, he spotted Draco. He knows he should be spending his time with Draco since he won't be seeing him for two weeks but he really didn't want to talk to anyone right now, or to just go up and say hi and possibly get a kiss and a hug from Draco. He chose to head back to his dormitory, seeing people he cared about today will just make him miss them more when he must hop onto the train. It was better to ignore everyone as saying goodbye was really hard.

Harry entered through the common room, the familiar feeling of sickness washed over him, so he quickly made his way down to the boy's bathroom. He entered the nearest stall, shut the door behind him and leaned over the toilet bowl, letting out his stomach's contents. He sobbed, wiped his eyes with his long sleeve, grabbed a piece of toilet paper and wiped his mouth clean of vomit. He closed the lid and flushed it down. He opened the stall door, walked over to the sinks, and gargled some water. He spat out the water, cleaned his mouth with a spell and headed back up to his dorm just to lie down and wait the long hours until the Hogwarts Express arrives.

A few hours later, Harry got on the Hogwarts Express and chose a compartment alone, he didn't want to sit with anybody on the way back. He's just going back to the Dursleys anyway, so even if he did sit with either Hermione, Ron or Draco, it'd just make the goodbyes seem harder to say. He also remembered to put his blade back in the tin early this morning so he wouldn't forget about it, even though he knew the shaver he disassembled back at 4 Privet Drive had about five blades and he hid the other three around his bedroom.

Draco was searching the Hogwarts express for Harry with his trunk in his hands but had no luck finding him. He noticed there were about 5 compartments that had their doors locked and blinds shut but he didn't want to go and disturb anyone. But in one of those compartments, Draco had a feeling there was a lonely Harry Potter.

"Hey, Draco?" Pansy called out from one of the compartments she was half inside of and half outside. Inside thecompartment was Ron, Blaise and Hermione. "Are you sitting with us?"

Draco looked over at his best friend and shook his head. "No, I want to find Harry," he told her, frowning at the thought of finding Harry all alone instead of with his friends or even him. Oh, Harry. Where are you?

Harry froze and looked up at the compartment door. Was Draco right outside of his compartment? He was about to grab his wand and cast a privacy spell but remembered he wasn't allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts. He hugged his legs and rested his head against the wall behind him.

"Want us to come with you?" Ivy asked kindly, tilting her head to the side which Draco could tell she was using her vampire senses to find Harry. "Do you know where he'd be?"

"No," Draco sighed, but raised an eyebrow at her, asking if she could scense him but she shook her head. "I know he's in one of these compartments. Either here or... back at Hogwarts but I doubt that."

Pansy nodded and Hermione came out of the compartment beside her. "What's going on?" the Gryffindor girl asked curiously, looking at Draco and then to Pansy.

"Nothing," Draco mutters, staring blankly at the compartment door he was in front of. But his eyes trailed down to the jar Granger was holding in her arms. He squinted his eyes, looking at the thing rested inside the jar. "What on earth do you have there?"

"It's nothing... just a pet," Hermione lied, keeping the jar out of Crookshanks' sight. It would be bloodshed if she gave the nosy cockroach to Crookshanks, and not to mention murder.

"You have a bug as a pet?" Draco asked, a little disgusted by that fact. Who would keep a bloody bug as a pet and not some beautiful noble owl like Ulysses or Hedwig?

Hermione nodded but quickly went back in the compartment. Pansy gave Draco a sad smile and entered the compartment after Hermione, shutting the door behind her.

Draco sighed and knocked on the compartment door in front of him. "Anybody in there?" he asked the door. "If there is, may I please come in?"

Harry sniffed from hearing his boyfriends beautiful voice and sighed. It was either ignore Draco and feel bad or open the compartment door and feel pain as he leaves with the Dursleys. He sighed and unlocked the door but didn't open it, he just sat down and stared blankly at the ground.

As soon as Draco heard the door click, he opened it up to find who he's been looking for, for ages. "Harry," he said softly, walking in and shutting the door behind him. Harry's trunk was under the window and Hedwig was on top of it sleeping in her cage. He placed his own trunk against the seat furtherest form them, sat down next to Harry and resisted the urge to kiss him. Instead, he intertwined their hands together. "I've been looking everywhere for you, Harry," he says, kissing the Gryffindors cheek and feeling the softness of Harry's cheek under his lips.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered regretfully, closing his eyes and feeling the perfect lips of Draco's leave a lingering kiss on his cheek. When those lips pulled away, he leaned his head on Draco's shoulder.

Draco sighed and ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "Don't apologize, Harry," he said, squeezing Harry's hand in his and gave him another kiss but to the forehead.

Harry squeezed Draco's hand back and relaxed as Draco threaded his fingers through his hair. "When will you pick me up from... the Dursleys?" he asked sadly with a down casted gaze at the floor. He just hoped the first two weeks of holiday will go by quickly so he could see Draco sooner.

"As soon as I can," Draco answered softly, leaning his head on Harry's head, hoping these muggle relatives lay off Harry otherwise he will storm the Dursley Household with Pansy, Ivy, and Blaise and take the muggles down. "I can probably sneak in during the night on your birthday if mother will let me."

"Do you even know where the Dursleys live?" Harry asked in a whisper, thinking about Draco sneaking out of Mallfoy Manor just to sneak in through his bedroom window of the Dursley's household and celebrate his birthday there. His wish is to have his birthday with Draco Malfoy and he doesn't care where it'll be as long as Draco is there with him. But honestly, he doesn't care about his birthday at all. It's just another day, reminding him he was put onto this ungrateful Earth just to kill some Dark Lord but failed to do so.

"4 Privet Drive, Little Winging," Draco said, remembering Harry telling him this a few months ago. "I'll be able to find it with a little help with my mother's magic. Then he smiled and looked down at Harry's lips, and then up to his eyes. "Can I... kiss you?" he asked, licking his lips.

"You don't need to ask permission, Draco," Harry said, giving Draco a small fake smile. "I'm your boyfriend." He leaned closer to Draco and licked his lips, "Just kiss me."

Draco leaned in slowly, never losing eye contact until their lips met. Warm soft lips met his own and he clung to them like it was the last time he'd ever be kissed by his boyfriend. He cupped his hand over Harry's cheek and deepened the kiss. Harry responded by moving his hands up and around Draco's neck and pulled him closer. When they pulled out, lips red and chapped, Draco ran his thumb over Harry's cheekbone. "I love you."

"I love you too, Draco," Harry replied, running his hand through Draco's hair, and tried messing it up which he loved doing. But every time he tries, he fails. Draco's hair just can't mess up like his own. It's perfect.

"Heeeeey!" Draco whined but kept the smile on his face. He didn't mind it though, if Harry somehow managed to mess his hair up a little bit. Harry was enjoying himself, and if that makes Harry happy, when Draco will allow it. "I always need to look my best when meeting my parents."

"You always look your best, Draco," Harry said, distractedly still carding his hair through Draco's blonde hair and watching as his fingers disappeared into the blonde locks. "You're always so damned perfect."

Draco shook his head, disagreeing with Harry about that. He's not perfect. "I'm not perfect, Harry," he replies gently. "Nobody is."

"I don't believe that," Harry said in disbelief, folding his lips to form a straight line. "You're smart, funny, attractive, cute, hot as hell, rich, happy. What isn't perfect about your life?"

"The only thing that makes my life perfect is having you in it," Draco tells him, smiling sweetly and blushing at what he admitted. "And money doesn't buy happiness, I'm sure you know that. Sure, you can buy whatever you want, but after a while that thing beecomes useless to you. I didn't buy you, I won you. I won your heart and I couldn't be prouder to obtain that beautiful part of you."

Harry felt his own cheeks warm up and he leaned in for a quick kiss. These compliments just get to him, grab his emotions and make him feel so loved. Draco wasn't the one to win his heart, he won Draco's heart.

"And, your also smart, but in your own way," Draco said, smirking at Harry's red cheeks which he then cupped and felt just how warm his cheeks were. "And you're funny, attractive, cute, hot, probably rich but I don't know about that. Everyone believes you've got so much riches and wealth."

"You missed out on happy," Harry said, even though he knew the answer. He wasn't happy. Not unless he was with Draco physically. Draco was his Expecto Patronum to a Dementor.

Draco frowned, wishing just the smallest of touches can give Harry happiness. "Are you happy, my darling?" he asked his boyfriend carefully.

"I'm only happy when I'm with you," Harry said with a small smile on his face. "You make me happy in a way nobody else can. And forget the butterflies, I feel a whole zoo when I'm with you."

Draco felt his heart do flips in his chest when hearing that. He smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss. As he leaned out, he cleared his throat and began clicking into a rhythm. Harry was confused at first but recognized the tune. His fake smile turned into a real one as he sat comfortably on the seat and stared into Draco's silver eyes.

Draco smiled back, glad he could make Harry happy and began singing to the tune he remembers. "If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea, I'll sail the world to find you." He stared deeply into Harry's eyes, and he felt himself get lost in them. "If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, I'll be the light to guide you."

"That was beautiful, Draco," Harry had said, smiling with a slight blush to his face. "I never knew you could sing that well."

Draco just smiled and thought singing could be passed down from his mother and to him. He leaned closer to Harry. "Can you sing?" he asked, but he knew the answer. He's heard Harry sing a few times and he feels like he's in heaven when hearing Harry singing.

"You've heard my singing before, Draco," Harry said, and Draco smiled and nodded his head. Harry felt a little embarrassed as usually he keeps his singing voice deep inside himself and doesn't let it out until he wants to. But he doesn't believe his singing is good. Draco's voice is honestly so much better and angelic than his own.

"You've got a beautiful voice, Harry," Draco said, and he reached up to brush away locks of Hair from Harry's face. "I've heard you sing, and it's wonderful. You're wonderful. That song you sang to me while I was sleeping on my birthday, that was beautiful."

Harry's face reddened a little more, loving the compliments coming his way from Draco's mouth. "Oh, then... I guess keep clicking." Draco smirked and continued clicking to the rhythm of the song.

Harry sighed, bit his lip, and tried remembering some of the lyrics. When he remembered them clearly, he began to sing. "If you tossin' and you're turnin' and you just can't fall asleep, I'll sing a song beside you." He leaned his head on Draco's shoulder and looked up at him. Draco smiled down at him. "And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me. Every day I will remind you. Ooh." He found Draco's hands with his own and intertwined them together. "Find out what we're made of when we are called to help our friends in need. You can count on me like one two three, I'll be there. And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four three two you'll be there. 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah." After, he gave Draco a kiss on the chin.

Draco's smile widened and ended the space between them in a soft and passionate kiss. When he leaned back out, he brushed a strand of Harry's hair out of his eyes. "I wonder who gave you their beautiful singing voice out of your parents."

Harry shrugged sadly as he remembered the nightmares and how mad his own mother was with him for killing Cedric. "It was probably my mother," he deadpans. "I hardly doubt my father could sing since Sirius never mentioned it."

Draco nodded, agreeing with Harry. He laid his head back onto the wall and closed his eyes. "You'll always have my shoulder when you cry, Harry Potter. Just remember that." He looked beside him at Harry. "I'll never let go and never say goodbye because I love you so much."

Harry reached up and ran a hand through Draco's soft hair, leaned in and pressed his lips to Draco's in a kiss. He smiled in the kiss when Draco kissed him back, and when one of Draco's free hand moved its way out of his clutch and went for his groin. Oh. Oh. That's what he wanted. As he leaned out of the kiss, he nodded his head at Draco and what he wanted.

Draco smirked, hopped off the seat onto the floor in front of Harry and pressed Harry's legs out to the side. Licking his lips, he unzipped Harry's trousers and pulled down his black boxers enough so he can let Harry's cock out into the cool air. Draco then got to work in pleasing Harry with his tongue and mouth.

For long moments, Draco was sucking, bobbing his head up and down on Harry's lap, and giving Harry's cock such intense pleasure that it drained all of Harry's bad thoughts from his mind and replaced it with soft moans and little bucks up into the Slytheirn's mouth. Of course, Harry had to keep his moaning to a minimum as he didn't want the whole train hearing his sexual moans that was all because of Draco's warm, sucky perfect mouth.

Draco pulled his mouth of Harry's saliva-coated cock, Harry gave a little moan of protest but Draco made up for it by circling his tongue around the velvety head of Harry's cock and lapped up the salty sweet precome leaking out. Harry's taste was so intoxicating that Draco wanted more, and he could do this for hours but knew he didn't have that kind of time. What he had was the smell, taste, and feel of Harry's beautiful cock as he worships it inside his mouth and with his tongue.

Draco grabbed the base of Harry's cock and gave it a few jerks upwards while Harry thrusts up with a groan into his ministrations, and Draco's tongue got into the motion of circling around the head and poking at the little slit to lap up precome. He leans his face away, but savours the precome in his mouth and watches, almost hypnotised as he jerks Harry off, his foreskin almost covering Harry's entire length and head and he repeats the process rapidly, all the more while wanting Haarry's thick dick inside his arse and making love to him.

Harry's breathing became heavier, and Draco knew what was coming. He sped up his jerking but only for half of Harry's length, moved his face in front of Harry's cock's slit in firing zone, and slid his lips over Harry's length. He heard himself moan, and he could tell how much the simple moan affected Harry as he knows what it feels like. It vibrates and makes the need to come increase, and it's exactly what he wants Harry to do.

He could feel the veins in Harry's cock harden, ready for explosion, as well as Harry's entire length harden. In his mind, he's cheering, Come on, come on. Come for me. Harry didn't disappoint him at all. When Draco gave one last half jerk and swallowed more of Harry's length, Harry came with blinding force and a small cry that could have been made by a mouse, into Draco's mouth.

Draco moaned once more with this blessing of Harry's powerful delicious orgasm in his mouth which he eagerly swallowed down and savoured. He cleaned Harry up with his mouth and tongue, much like what Harry did with him this morning until his cock was free from semen. Draco really couldn't get enough.

He looked up into Harry's green eyes, smiled and pressed a kiss to the head of Harry's cock. "That was fun," he said, enjoying the view of Harry's sweaty forehead, heavy panting and the sight of his cock still out in the open and the smirk on that handsome face of his. He decided to be a little dirty. "You're really delicious, you know?" He leaned forward towards Harry's groin, feeling Harry's cock brush against his cheek, stuffed his nose in the tiny hairs there, and gave a little sniff at Harry's musky scent.

"So sweet yet sour and the best treat I've ever had in my life," the Slytherin continued, leaning back. "If we had more time, I would go for round two just so I can fill my belly up with your delicious sperm. I would ride you as well until you come into my anus, filling me up there. We can practise making babies together in that time too." Harry snorted, and Draco smirked. "You like that, do you? Which one do you like better? The thought of your sperm filling me up or practising making babies together."

"Both, actually," Harry answered and he leaned down to place a kiss on Draco's forehead. "In fact, why don't we do both right now?" He slides his hands down Draco's shoulders as the Slytherin got up from the floor. "We're only two hours into the train ride and it takes fore hours to get to Kings Cross Station. So if you want to practise making babies now, let's get on with it."

Draco was smirking as he sits down on Harry's lap, places his arms around Harry's neck and leans towards Harry's ear. "Then let's do it," he whispers, nibbles on Harry's earlobe and breathes his hot breath on his ear. "I want you, Harry Potter. I want your thick penus inside me right now."

"God, Draco," Harry whispers back in nearly a moan, suddenly wanting that too. His dick was becoming impossibly warmer in the cool air of the compartment. He looks to the door of the compartment, noting that it's locked and the blinds are down, and to the window which needs it's blinds pulled down. "Window. Blinds. Now."

Draco pecked him on the lips hard, got off him and pulled the blinds of the window shut. The compartment suddenly got a little darker, and Draco immediately got to unzipping his trousers, pulling them down with his white boxers and tossing them to the compartment's seat. He felt the cool air of the compartment on his cock but ignored the feeling and looked down at the fleshy meat of Harry's dick that soon would be inside him. Merlin's Beard, he wanted it all up there now.

Harry moved forward on the compartment chair, and the first place his eyes went to was Draco's cock. He licked his lips, remembering the taste of it from this morning. What he wanted was for Draco to take his school shirt and jumper off, but when Draco's cock appeared in his line of view, the Slytherin placed his arms back around Harry's neck, and managed to kneel over Harry's lap with Harry's cock pressed up against his stomach.

"You're going to have to help me here, Harry," Draco then said and slowly rubbed his cock against Harry's. Harry nodded with a bite of his lip, leaned back against the chair, grabbed Draco's arse cheeks and lifted him up a little in the air. "You might need to get me ready for you too," the Slytherins adds, but Harry already had three fingers inside his mouth, wetting them with saliva, and then they were pulled out and disappeared from both boys' line of view.

The next thing Draco felt was a slippery finger circling around his entrance and he whimpered, leaned forward towards Harry and burried his face into the Gryffindor's neck. That's when the teasing began, and Draco just wanted the perparations to be over but at the same time, he wanted it to continue. The finger gradually slipped inside, and Harry realized he was the one to moan first.

Draco bit down gently into the skin of Harry's neck as he felt Harry's finger slip deep inside him, and Harry grunted out, already wanting to be inside the Slytherin. Oh merlin... keep going. Harry's finger thrust deep inside Draco, was then pulled out, and that one finger turns into two and thrusts back inside the warmth of Draco's channel. Draco was biting down on Harry's skin hard enough to give him a love bite, and as Harry continued fucking him with those two fingers which then turned to three, he had probably given Harry more than three lovebites on his skin.

Those three fingers were pulled out, and Draco gave a pout at the warmth he missed from those fingers and leaned away from Harry's neck to look back into green eyes of emeralds. But then those fingers made an appearance again, and they rested on Draco's butt cheeks. Draco knew what this meant. He raised himself up using his legs, reached under him to Harry's cock and lined it up to his entrance. He sank down slowly until he felt the head of the thick cock underneath him push past the ring of muscles.

He looked back into Harry's eyes, and his hands then came to rest on Harry's shoulders again as he sinks down further on Harry's length, sighing with pleasure the more his arse is swallowing up Harry's thick manhood. Harry's just staring at him, concentrated on the feeling of Draco's hot arse swallowing his cock up. His hands are squeezing Draco's arse repeatedly just to tell him that he's doing so good and feels so good on him.

Draco moans as Harry finds his prostrate, and he sinks down all the way on Harry's full length. Merlin... He glances down just for a second to see the magic of having all of Harry inside him, and he smiles when seeing that he is seated on Harry's cock. He's ready to ride Harry's bull.

"Are you ready, my sexy snake?" Harry asks him, and his hands adventure up until they rest on Draco's waist. He actually cannot believe they're having sex on the fricken Hogwarts Express. But he honestly can't wait.

Draco then nods. He was born ready. Born to ride Harry's beautiful cock. "I'm ready, Harry." And that's when he starts moving, and making love to Harry. They were just two bodies in constant motion making love to one another.

About half an hour later after Harry came inside Draco, they rested for a few minutes and actually took of their shirts and jumpers, then they switched their positions so Harry was deepthroating Draco again, and then fifteen minutes later is making love to Draco by bouncing up and down on his cock, and then a few long minutes later, Draco is coming inside Harry's arse, making the Gryffindor feel sated and happy.

Harry was riding Draco through his orgasm, his arms around Draco's back, and their chests touching slightly so they could feel each others racing heartbeats. Harry just felt so happy after the deep pleasure and kisses Draco was giving him. His brain was even sending him happy thoughts and messages. He just hoped this happiness will last for long hours of today and tomorrow.

Harry smiled, stopped his love-making with Draco but kept Draco's cock deep inside his arse, and gave Draco a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for this incredible sex, Draco," he whispers into Draco's ear and shivers when the Slytherin's fingers crawled up his back. They felt like cotton to him.

Draco kissed Harry's neck and sighed his happiness. "You're welcome, Harry," he says, smiling at the lovebites on Harry's neck that he made. "We can do this again whenever you want." He tries thrusting up but Harry's already seated on all of him down to the base so he really couldn't move.

"Or we can be sensible and get dressed so we're ready to go when the train stops," Harry says, and actually leans up so Draco's cock drags halfway out of his arse, but the drops back down and they both moan simultaneously. He pressed his forehead to Draco's, closed his eyes and thanked God that he's got such an incredible boyfriend. He can't forget about Draco's cock either. He thanked God for that too.

"If you get your pretty arse off me, then I can get dressed unless this is your way of telling me you want more," Draco said with a wink, and smirks when Harry grins and gets up off him to get dressed. He looks down at his dick, softened by the sex they had that only happened minutes ago. He feels exceptionally happy because not only does he have Harry's semen still inside him, he also got to come into Harry's arse too.

He smiles, relaxes back on the seat but reached besides him to his boxers and slides them on and up his hips. He gets up, reaches for his trunk and puts it on the seat beside him. He opens his trunk, finds some nice trousers, a grey button down shirt and a cashmere sweater and he puts them on. His School clothes he puts in his trunk with his robe, then locks it back up and puts it aside.

Harry had just pulled up his boxers and tracksuit pants that he got from his own trunk when he noticed how slow Draco was dressing. But he admired the expensive material Draco was wearing like the nice cashmiere sweater. He just smiled and zipped up the fly on his tracksuit pants which grabbed Draco's attention. When he puts on his old t-shirt and black jumper, he closes his trunk and joins Draco back on the seat.

Draco puts an arm around Harry, and Harry melts into the embrace. Draco kisses his forehead, sees Harry's smile and smiles himself at this beautiful moment. They stayed like that for the rest of the train ride back to the station. Harry fell asleep on Draco's shoulder but was awoken quickly by a kiss to the forehead and fingers running through his hair. He opened his eyes, yawned and all he could see were these magnificent beautiful silver irises staring back at him.

"Am I in heaven because I swear, I am looking at an angel," Harry said in a sleepy tone, hoping that sounded like a compliment. But it was a compliment. Harry was just to exhausted from the previous sex they had that he wasn't really thinking openly.

Draco smiled at the definite compliment and felt his cheeks warm up. He loves his Harry and his sweet compliments. "You're adorable, Harry," he said softly and kissed Harry's nose.

Harry shook his head with a blush to his face. "No, you are." He looked down at the tip of his nose through his glasses and smiled. "You definitely are more adorable. Just that smile of yours lights up my world. Not to mention your kisses. You make flowers grow even in the saddest part of me."

"It's not possible that I'm more adorable, Harry," Draco said, feeling his heart fluttering in his chest just because of these compliments from Harry and the way Harry's looking at him. Eventually, he then stood up from the seat as the train stopped in its tracks. "Now, come, I want you to meet my mother."

Harry now felt more nervous than he had since dancing with Draco at the Yule Ball. This was Draco's mother he was about to meet. The woman who gave birth to his incredible boyfriend. He was excited but so nervous. He hesitantly got up from the seat, intertwined his and Draco's hands together, grabbed his trunk and Hedwig and followed him out of the train.

Harry's ears were bombarded with the loud muttering of many people talking. He looked around the train station at the many wizards and witches waiting for their daughters or sons to come off the train.

"Wait - Harry," Draco says as he follows Harry to the secret entrance to the Muggle Train Station. "Don't you want to meet my parents?"

"I do," Harry replied flatly with a small nod. "But I always go through the barrier back into the Muggle World once I get off the Hogwarts Express. Hermione does the same too. It's just always been that way."

"Oh, okay," Draco says lightly, following Harry through the exit to the muggle train station.

"I'm guessing your parents always pick you up as you hop off the train?" Harry asks the blonde Slytherin when they emerge out the other end of the barrier, and he locks eyes with his boyfriend's pretty silver eyes.

Draco nods his head. "Yes, they do," he says, distracted by Harry's and his green eyes and nearly bumps into a muggle man passing by.

"Excuse me – thank you!"

"Sorry," Draco says to the man, though he curled his lip as he was nearly touched on the shoulder by the muggle. He doesn't trust muggles that much. At least he knows not all muggles are like Harry's relatives.

Harry froze to the spot as he caught sight of Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley in the corner of his eye. He turned around on the spot, so his back was facing the Dursleys.

Draco looked at Harry worriedly and gave his hand a little squeeze. "What's wrong, darling?" he asked suddenly and stood closer to him, wanting to guard off any unwanted energy trying to attach itself to Harry.

"My Uncle's here," Harry whispered and placed his trunk down on the floor with Hedwig's cage, feeling the heat radiating of Draco and it calmed him down a bit from becoming frightened. He didn't want to seem weak in front of Draco. He had to stay strong.

Draco sighed, looked over Harry's shoulder an inch and saw the largest man he's ever seen, complete with a smaller version of the man and a very thin woman. He glared at the big man and then looked back into Harry's green eyes and lifted Harry's chin up to meet his eyes. "Harry, throughout the first and second week of the holidays, I want you to be brave and stick up for yourself," he tells him gently. "Can you do that for me, please?"

Harry nodded slightly and had to remind him, "Draco, it's why I'm a Gryffindor." Although, he didn't think he'd be able to stand up to himself when his Uncle and Cousin are around. It was hard. They were like giants that could crush him and he's just an ant.

Draco placed his trunk down beside Harry's and wrapped his arm around Harry in a tight embrace. "That's not what I mean, Harry," he said, kissing Harry's temple with all his love. "I love you so much, and don't you dare forget that."

Harry frowned but familiar dark robes and long white-blonde hair caught his eyes. Lucius Malfoy. The Lucius Malfoy, the father of Draco Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy who joined Voldemort when he was summoned. Harry noticed Lucius was staring at him and Draco which he gave the older man a fake smile and Lucius' lips twitched into a smile. He also noticed a pretty blonde woman next to Lucius who was smiling and he remembered seeing her in Hogsmeade when he was robe shopping with Ron. Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother. "I love you too, Draco Malfoy and I'll never forget that," he said, leaning away just to look at his boyfriend.

Draco smiled, leaned out of the hug, and kissed Harry long and sweet. From the other side of the train station, Lucius Malfoy rolled his eyes at the 'adorable' couple and walked up to them with Narcissa by his side. Well, Lucius doesn't exactly admit that he finds his son and Harry Potter adorable together. But deep down, he sees something beautiful.

Narcissa stopped her husband, leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed happily, "Don't they look gorgeous together?" she asked her husband as she stared longingly at her son and a boy she knows whose name is Harry Potter. She couldn't wait to meet her son's boyfriend.

"If you mean dreadfully gorgeous, then yes," Lucius muttered with a wry smile. So Harry Potter's joining the family? At least he'll get the publicity if that does occur. But the papparatzi appearing on his front door step every day, he admits, would be very annoying.

"Oh, Lucius," Narcissa said sadly, looking up at him with a frown. "Why are you like this? Can't you see they're happy together? You remember the Yule Ball photo, don't you?"

Lucius sighed and tilted his head to an angle, admiring the two lover boys in front of him. "I guess so," he eventually says after a few seconds. He watches closely as Harry's hand moved down to the curve of his son's back while kissing Draco. That hand better not move further down. "I'm still new to this whole accepting thing, Cissy."

Narcissa linked arms with her husband and walked up to her son and his boyfriend. She chuckled as they were still snogging. She looked up at her husband, seeing as he rolled his eyes. She shook her head and looked back at the two snogging boys. "Ahem," she said softly.

Finally, Draco and Harry lean out of the kiss and smile at each other. But, Harry's eyes trail to Draco's parents who are behind Draco and he gives them a little shy smile.

"I love you, Harry," Draco says again, making sure it sinks into his boyfriend. But what he didn't know was that his parents were a few feet away behind him and could hear exactly what he says to Harry.

Harry blushed and looked from Draco to Narcissa, to Lucius and back to Draco with a smile. "I love you too, Draco," he said, feeling glad he was expressing his love for his boyfriend in front of Draco's parents. It let them know that their son really is loved by someone who loves him from the bottom of his heart.

Narcissa smiled at Harry with her warm blue eyes. The same blue that Harry could just see in Draco's silver eyes. "Ahem!" she said softly, but a little louder.

Draco hesitated at knowing whose voice that was, and he slowly turned around to greet his parents. "Hello mother and father," he greeted nervously and formely, squeezing Harry's hand just to assure Harry everything's okay. But it actually was to assure himself that this will be fine.

"Hello, Draco," Narcissa said politely, smiling at her son and wondering when she'll be seeing more of Harry. Will he actually be coming over and when will that be? "Are you going to introduce us to your boyfriend here?"

"Oh, right," Draco said with a smile and bit his lip. "Mother, Father, meet Harry Potter." He kissed Harry's cheek and smirked at his parents, "My wonderful boyfriend. And Harry, this is my mother and father."

Harry blushed even more and held out his hand for a formal handshake with Narcissa. But then he remembered what he had touched that was apart of Draco. Narcissa's smile widened but she didn't shake Harry's hand, and Harry thanked Merlin for that. Instead, she brought him into a gentle hug and kissed his forehead. "It's so great to finally meet you, Harry."

Harry hesitated from the gesture and flushed bright pink under her affectionate attentions, but hugged Narcissa back. He smelt her perfume scent of Cinnamon and felt the same motherly love as Mrs Weasley had when she gave him hugs. "It's great meeting you too, Mrs Malfoy."

"Mother, you're squishing Harry," Draco said, smirking at Harry's reaction and was heartened to see just how much his own mother cared for Harry like she adopted him as her own. He just finds this quite amusing, seeing his own mother hug his boyfriend and give him a little affectionate kiss.

"Right. Sorry, Harry," Narcissa said ponderously, leaning out of the hug and stood beside Lucius. She just could not help but smile at the boy her son would possibly keep in his life for... she hoped forever. She did care about grandchildren but the only thing she wants for her son is happiness.

"No need to apologize, Mrs Malfoy," Harry said, giving her a smile. Even if he knew this family had possibly been Death Eaters for centuries, he'd like to get to know them a bit more and see if they truly have good in them just like Draco does. Narcissa seemed lovely and good-hearted. And if they're not good people, well, he'll just run away with Draco and live happily ever after someplace far away from here. Perhaps Australia? It seems like a good country. Although, he was a little concerned about the boxing kangaroos and the drop bears they had. Well, he has read about Australia and it seems like the Animals are all deadly. It just makes it even better.

Lucius held out his hand right for Harry, that wry smile still on his face. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Mr Harry Potter," he greeted. "If not for the first time, let this be our renewed greeting."

Harry nodded and shook Lucius' hand firmly with his left hand which hasn't touched any part of him or Draco beside's Draco's waist. He thought it'd be a cold chilling hand to touch, but no, it was quite warm. Much like Mr Weasley's but a little paler. "Pleasure's all mine, Mr Malfoy." Your son who has got the most round and fuckable arse is all mine, he thought.

"Yes, well..." Lucius pulled Harry closer with his cane by the collar and stared at him sternly. "If you so happen to hurt my son in any way, I swear, I'll come find you and rip out your heart and feed it to the peacocks at Malfoy Manor," he tells him bitterly. "Got that, Mr Potter?"

Harry quickly nodded; he would never hurt Draco. Draco was like this kitten once you got to know him. So kind, sweet and lovable. Well, more like a ferret who gets frisky easily. "Y-yes, sir!" he said firmly like a soldier. "I will never hurt your son, sir."

"Father! You're scaring him!" Draco snapped and pulled Harry away from his father's grasp. He glared at his father while giving Harry a protective hug and kiss to the cheek. Harry smiles at Draco's warm embrace and just couldn't feel more at home than he is now.

Lucius rolled his eyes at his son's protective manner. His smile faded from his lips, "Well, we must be off now."

Draco sighed. He intertwined his and Harry's hands together and stared into emerald green eyes again with love. "I'll see you very soon, Harry," he whispered, caressing Harry's cheek with his free hand. "Stay brave and fight your way through your mental health if it's the last thing you do."

Harry nodded. He will try but he doesn't know how he'll be able to even stand up to his Uncle. "I'll try, Draco," he promised him softly. "I'll try my hardest for you."

"You're allowed to come over at any time," Narcissa said to Harry, then looked at her husband. "As long as you-know-who's not there." She sounded quite serious as she didn't want such an evil man in her house.

Lucius nodded. He'll never let anything happen to his son, wife, and his son's... loving acquaintance. "I'll arrange a meeting at some other place," he told his wife but needed his son and Harry to hear it too. "Perhaps, the Notts' or Goyles' would lend him their house."

Harry shuddered from the inside at the mention of Voldemort, even if he could say the name over and over. He felt his walls that Draco broke down, build back up again. He just hated remembering that night in the graveyard. It was pure mental torture to him.

Draco frowned when Harry put on his empty and dull look at the mention of you-know-who. He squeezed Harry's hand but didn't get a squeeze back in response. "Harry?" he asked softly, quietly.

Harry looked back up into the silver eyes of his boyfriend. "Hm?"

"I love you," Draco whispered, inching closer to Harry's face, wanting to kiss him one more time. It's all he could ask for when he won't be able to see his boyfriend for two weeks.

"I love you too, Draco," Harry said, trying to mask his depression with a fake smile. He is hoping he will survive the Dursley's for two weeks then after that, he can spend all the time in the world with Draco. "More than anything in the world."

"I love you to the moon and back, Harry James Potter," Draco whispered, finally ending the gap between them and kissed Harry slowly, wanting to remember this moment by just a single kiss which he could still taste himself on Harry's lips. Oh well. Harry kissed him back with as much love he could, even if it were hard to.

Lucius sighed and rolled his eyes, trying to surpass a smile. Narcissa knew of her husband's look and kissed his cheek and whispered, "True love always finds its way, Lucius. No matter the obstacles in its way."

"BOY! GET OVER HERE NOW!" yelled Uncle Vernon from the other side of the train station, earning stares from the many witches, wizards and muggles.

Harry pulled out of the kiss at once and flushed in embarrassment. He hated his Uncle's guts so much. "I- I need to go," he said quickly, grabbing his trunk from his side.

Draco sighed at that monstrous Uncle of Harry's and nodded. He hates Dumbledore for making Harry stay with those Muggles, even for two weeks. "Stay safe, Harry," he said, giving Harry one last hug.

Harry hugged back tightly and felt tears sting in his eyes, "I will try." As the hug was broken, Harry grabbed Hedwig's cage, walked a few feet towards his relative's, turned around taking one last look at Draco and turned back around and continued towards his relative's.

Draco sighed and hoped, just hoped, those Muggles won't pester his Harry anymore. If they do, he will sue them until they've got nothing left. He would need the help of his father to do so though but that means telling his father about how they abuse Harry.

Narcissa saw the worry in her son's eyes, raised her hand to Draco's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. "I'm sure he'll be fine and if not, I give you permission to check up with him by broom or something that I can plan," she told her son gently. "Perhaps I can befriend Harry's Aunt, she seems nice in a kind of... evil stepsister kind of way... Okay, maybe not nice but evil stepsister is a yes."

Draco laughed and agreed with his mother about that. But he doesn't want to be rude since he knows Petunia Dursley is the sister of Harry's birth mother, Lily Potter. So insulting Petunia is like insulting Mrs Potter and he didn't want to do that.

"Can we go now?" Lucius asked and began to people-watch as he was bored out of his right mind.

"Sure, father," Draco said, smirking at his bored father. And with that, the Malfoy's and their son disappeared beyond sight and apparated home. The first thing Draco did was rush up to his room with a smile on his face and jump onto his bed face first.

He just hopes that tonight he doesn't wake up to find that the Quidditch World Cup was tomorrow and that everything he was with Harry was only a dream. But the feel of Harry's kiss still on his lips, and the knowledge that his arse hole is a little wider from Harry's cock being buried deep inside it, told him that it all wasn't a dream. But it was his dream come true.

Draco rolled over onto his back and sat up, looking around his bedroom. He spots his trunk, which he knows Misky the House-elf brought up for him while he was thinking of the pleasure time he had with Harry on the train. He got off his bed and headed over to his trunk, deciding to unpack his things and put them away.

When he got out the box with the eternal rose from inside his trunk, he decided to put it on his bedside table so he could look at it every night and day and remember that day and Harry's beautiful smile. But then his mother appeared by the doorway of his room, and she was leaning on the doorframe, smiling at him. "May I come in?"

Draco nodded and petted the space in front of him on his bed, "Of course, mother." Narcissa's smile widened as she entered her son's room and sat in front of him. Draco knew what she was here about. Every day he comes home from Hogwarts she'll come to find him and ask how his year was. It was a little boring to talk about but he loved the talks. It was their way of bonding.

"How was your year, dear?" Narcissa asked, yet she didn't seem to realize that she rhymed. That wasn't on her mind right now. What she wanted to hear about was her son's year and how Harry came into the picture in full details. "And please, tell me how you and Harry got to where you are now. I want to hear about the full details."

Draco smiled at his mother and went on to tell her how he and Harry got together starting from the time he saw Harry at the Quidditch World cup, then to the first day of school and how he asked Harry for a truce. He even admits to her that he always glanced up at Harry during his classes just to admire his beauty, watch him and want him. He even told her that the Library's Secret Room and Willow tree gets used more often. He told her about the Potion tutoring, the late night catch-the-snitch games, their first kiss, their first Christmas together and when Draco asked Harry out for the first time. He pretty much told his mother everything, besides the sexual experiences he had with Harry in detail. He did tell her when he and Harry first had sex.

Narcissa listened to her son closely about his whole year and it really made her day hearing about her sons exciting year. It warmed her heart hearing about how the two came to be. It was beautiful to her. She then spots the box with the gold-glazed Rose inside it on her sons bedside table. "Is that the rose you were talking about? The one...?"

Draco reaches behind him to the box and grabs it. He places it in the little gap between him and his mother. "Yes, Harry gave it to me on Valentines Day," he said with a smile and grabbed it out from the box to show her it. He twirled it around with his fingers. "I love Harry so much, mother. You don't understand."

Narcissa awwed and placed an arm around him. "I know you do, dear," she says and presses a kiss to his forehead while admiring the expensive looking rose in her sons hands. "I can tell. I've seen it with my own ways. It's the way you look at him, and the way he looks back at you. It's beautiful and I couldn't be more proud to be your mother than I am now. Now get ready for dinner. It's almost ready."

-

As Harry approached his relatives, his mental walls had gone up completely. He walked numbly over to them and got a thump to the back by Dudley.

"I knew you were a fag," Dudley whispered into Harry's ear, and Harry ignored his cousin and looked up at an angry Uncle Vernon.

"You are in a lot of trouble for your tardiness, boy!" Vernon said angrily but in a quietened voice to his nephew.

What? For Loving a guy with all my heart? Harry thought, surpassing a sigh. He pressed his lips together and remembered the feeling of his blonde Slytherin's lips kissing his own. Just the feeling of Draco's kisses gave him hope. Hope that he will make it past these two weeks that he will have to spend alone.

"You will not ignore me, boy!" snarled Uncle Vernon venimously. "It's bad enough having to waste petrol just so we can pick you up from your freaky school's train."

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry had to reply, and followed Dudley and Aunt Petunia to the car. The car ride back to 4 Privet drive was long, silent, and boring to Harry. He'd been punched by Dudley in the arm four times already when they got home but he ignored it all as always. He believed he deserved the pain; he was a freak after all, and he'd gotten Cedric killed.

When he entered the house, he ran up to his room, locked the door behind him, shoved his trunk under his bed and sat down on his bed, waiting for the first command from his Uncle or Aunt to do something but it was silent.