Cedric and Harry walked together outside the castle after Harry said goodbye to Draco with a kiss. Draco's arse, even as a few days have gone by is still sore. Harry and Draco didn't blame it on their need to have sex with each other. It's just a natural thing that happens, soreness. Cedric didn't know about Draco's soreness but he caught on how Draco was handling it. He too understands Draco's pain. Harry and Cedric were called up to the Quidditch pitch to learn about the third task. "So, how are you and Draco?" he asked with a knowing smile.

Harry blushed at the mention of his and Draco's relationship, and Draco's name even though he just saw Draco moments ago. "Uhm... he is good," he told him sheepishly. "He and I are good. Lots of snogging and um... you know."

Cedric laughed with a nod of his head, knowing exactly what Harry meant. "That's good. Has the Pamphlet come in handy yet?" he asked, winking at the young Gryffindor. "What I mean... have you tried anything from it."

Harry's cheeks flushed a darker shade of red and his heart fluttered, telling Cedric what he wanted to know. "Well, yeah we've tried some stuff," he admitted, pushing back a few strands of his hair from his eyes as a nervous gesture but he was wishing it was Draco doing that. He loves when Draco plays with his hair like it's the most satisfying thing to do. Harry was then looking up over at the Quidditch Pitch. Well, more like a Hedge Pitch.

Cedric noticed the dumbstruck expression on Harry's face and looked up to where his eyes were focused on. "Merlin's beard!" he said in shock, his grey eyes widening at the sight he saw.

"What did they do to it!" Harry said angrily as they walked up to the stadium. The entire smooth field of the grassy pitch was now a twisting mass of thick, tall bushes. No wonder Quidditch was cancelled for the year.

"They destroyed the Quidditch Pitch," Cedric said in disbelief, but shaking his head sadly. "I can't believe it. For this task they had to literally destroy the Pitch and put in a maze. So... I wonder what they'll put in the maze to make it challenging. There's just no way they would just have us find our way to the middle and win easily like that."

"Is this some kind of maze runner game or something?" Harry asked, with a hint of amusement and sarcasm in his tone, and he completely ignored what Cedric said. He knows that Cedric is right. Bagman would never allow the contestants to make it out of the maze that easily, not unless he wants Harry and the other contestants to fight to their deaths, but they couldn't do that, can they? That's just so violent. Only one person would make it, and him against all three older students would not stand a chance. So, they must be putting something in the maze. It would be cool to be in the maze runner though. Except for the giant monsters that lurk in the dark places of the maze.

"Uh... Maze runner?" Cedric asked, looking down at Harry with furrowed brows. He was confused about what a Maze Runner is. 

"Never mind..." Harry said, shaking his head to end the conversation. He didn't want to go on if Cedric doesn't know what he meant. "It's a muggle thing." Cedric nodded.

Bagman and the others were standing at the edge of the field. "Don't worry boys, your Quidditch pitch is going to be as good as new in time for the Quidditch matches next year." Bagman went on to describe the third task. A maze. Harry's heart picked up a beat or two as Cedric was right. This didn't sound nearly as frightening as dragons or the lake. Who knows what they'll add into the maze?

At last, Bagman dismissed them, Harry and Cedric turned to walk back up to the castle when Krum stopped them. "Can I talk vith you?" The Durmstrang student asked Harry in his heavy accent.

Harry nodded, shrugged, and looked at Cedric and said, "I'll catch up with you, Cedric." Cedric nodded, looking curiously at Krum, but turned and started to walk away with Fleur.

Viktor pointed towards the Forbidden Forest, "Lets valk over here," he said brusquely. Harry went after him. The usual scowl from the Bulgarian has given nothing away. Viktor smiled down at Harry and led him out into the Grounds of Hogwarts, not seeing the emptiness in the boy's eyes. They were heading towards the Forbidden Forest, Harry still felt as if this were a trick but didn't care.

Harry felt his sudden anxiety overwhelm him. Was Viktor going to corner him and jinx him? Harry didn't know but he held his hand near his pocket just in case. "Where are we going?" he asked as Krum led him past Hagrid's cabin. He felt scared now, but he hoped Viktor couldn't see it.

Finally, Viktor stopped and turned to Harry. "You are friendz vith Cedric?" he asked, his bushy dark eyebrow raising up in curiosity.

Harry looked puzzled, "Yes, of course..." He doesn't know where this is going. Was he going to talk bad about Cedric? If he were... he will try his best to stand up for his friend. Or perhaps Viktor was trying to pick or make sides. He wasn't going to let that happen.

Krum nodded, looked at him and hesitated, "Really good friendz?"

They were standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. "Yeah..." Harry said boredly, and his eyes wandered through the forest instinctively, searching for anything unusual that he wouldn't normally see. Perhaps he would see a centaur running through the forest, a hare, or an antelope?

"And 'ermoine, vot iz she to you?" Viktor asked, seeming a little more interested in the topic about Hermione that he brought up, and Harry just kept on feeling more awkward by the minute as Viktor talked to him about his friends. "She tellz me you are friends, but you seem to spend a lot of time vith her."

"Hermione and I are just friends," Harry said, and he suddenly smiled at Viktor's curiosity. He's either too blind to see it or It seems Viktor's got a thing for Hermione. Maybe he's just bluffing? "I'm being honest. Just friends. Buddies."

"And Cedric, he iz juzt a friend, too?" Krum asked him. "And what about Drako? That blonde boy you hang around with a lot."

"Yes, Hermione and Cedric both are good friends to me," Harry said impatiently, wondering where this conversation was going. But the topic about Draco suddenly excited him. "Draco's my boyfriend, Viktor. He and I are a thing, we're dating." 

Viktor suddenly smiled, but Harry could tell it was a forced smile. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said and looked down at his feet. "I vos going to azk you, after this tournament, maybe you vould like to go flying vith me? But you can take Drako with you too."

Harry looked at him with surprise. He couldn't believe that Viktor Krum would really want to go flying with him, and even better, with Draco as well. But Krum had mentioned flying with him after the first task and here he was asking again. He grinned broadly, "Sure! I would love to go flying-" Harry broke off as he saw something moving through the trees.

"Vot is it?" asked Viktor and they both turned to see a man emerge from the forest. Harry gasped in shock as he recognized the bedraggled figure as Bartemius Crouch. All in a direct second, a spell was cast and shot right next to Harry. Harry jumped back a little to dodge the spell. "Don't juzt stand there, run!" came the strict voice of Viktor.

Harry jumped and ran up to the castle, not looking back. He had hoped Viktor wasn't hurt or anything and that he was dodging the spells or even attacking the spell caster. The first person he should tell is Dumbledore, but he didn't want to disturb the Headmaster as he would have important things to do. So, Harry just went to the next person he'd tell: Hermione. Harry searched the castle, looking in the Library, the Great Hall, and the Gryffindor Common Room. Luckily, he found her reading a book in her favourite armchair. "Hermione!" Harry said, huffing from the long run.

Hermione looked up from her book, a bit annoyed as to someone had disturbed her silence. But as she saw it was Harry, she calmed down. "Hello, Harry." When she saw the worry in her friend's face, she looked at him seriously.

Harry made sure he wasn't going to mess up his words and thought about what to say first. It wasn't a very 'Harry' thing to do. "Hello, um... so, I was just taking a walk with Viktor, we were talking about Quidditch and someone was in the Forbidden Forest and attacked us!" Hermione nearly dropped her book in shock. "And yes, I saw who it was. It was Bartemius Crouch. Viktor saved me! I'm not sure if he's alright or not because as soon as he told me to run I ran."

Hermione placed her book on the side table, stood up from her chair and embraced Harry in a hug. "Oh, Harry, you should have gone straight to Dumbledore!" she told him earnestly and squeezed him hard as she knew her best friend could have been moments of from death today. "He should be told this because there's an attacker on Hogwarts grounds that could take anybody they wanted under our noses."

Harry hugged Hermione back even if it was an awkward hug. "I know, I know," he said like an irritated kid being told to do something twice by their parents. "I just didn't want to disturb him. He could be doing very important Headmaster stuff."

Hermione ended the hug and looked Harry dead in the eye, knowing Dumbledore wouldn't mind talking to Harry. He's like Dumbledore's favourite student! "Harry!" she scolds him seriously. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind talking to you even if he is busy. You're in the tournament! Anything that will put people in danger, especially with this tournament, should be reported immediately!"

Harry nodded, understanding what she wanted him to do but he just couldn't be bothered. There's just so much pressure on him to know about the next task and to not get hexed by anybody. "I'll go to Dumbledore if that's what you're asking me to do, he finally said, but he wouldn't be doing such a thing until he feels like it. Rain check: it probably wont be until tomorrow."

Hermione sat back down in her seat and crossed her legs over the other. "Good!" she said, glad that is over with and that Harry will go find Dumbledore. "And that is exactly what you should be doing now, Harry."

"Now?" Harry asked in disbelief, not wanting to go at all but he'll make it seem to Hermione that he was going. He doesn't want to disappoint her at all, so he made a mental note in his head to do it soon.

"Yes, now! Go!" Hermione said sternly, and pointing to the exit of the common room. Harry took that as a warning and proceeded out of the Common Room. He didn't want to go and talk to anybody right now; he was feeling a bit too down to. He noted to himself that he should go and see Dumbledore soon, just not now.

Harry exited the common room and headed for the library. He walked down to the Transfiguration courtyard, hearing his footsteps echo through the corridors. He passed many portraits talking to one another, ignoring his own presence. The next thing Harry knew was that he bumped into something. Or someone. He turned around and came face to face with his Potions Professor.

"Mr Potter, watch where you're going!" Snape spat, snarling down at him with a cold look on his face. Harry looked up at his angry professor and backed away against the nearest wall.

Harry thought his professor kind of reminded him of Uncle Vernon except for the long black hair and robes. It was hard not to think of his professor as his Uncle, and even now, he felt a panic attack on the verge of coming out. "Sorry, Professor," he said shakily, afraid for the hurtful slap he knew he would be getting.

"Look where you are going next time, Mr Potter," Snape said, now remembering Potter's his godsons' romantic partner. He sneered at him and walked off.

Harry nodded at his professor and felt a memory come back to him, an old one to be exact. Harry quickly ran through the corridors, finding someplace he could be alone. Finally, he reached the boy's bathroom and hid in a stall. The memory started coming back to him again, he started breathing heavily and remembered how much the punishments hurt.

~Flashback~

It was another early morning; Harry was 7 and was up early making breakfast for the Dursleys. He had just added the eggs to one of the saucepans when Dudley came storming down the stairs in his superman Pyjamas. He didn't really find an interest in superheroes or action figure every other kid his age obsessed about. He actually grew out of it. It was just too boring for him and he rarely had enough time to himself.

"I'm hungry, where's my food?!" Dudley asked in a tired and irritated voice. Harry knew how Dudley felt, to be hungry. But Dudley was always hungry. He probably could eat a whole cow, and Harry believed he could.

Harry sighed and flipped an egg over in the fry pan. He's used to Dudley's rude behaviour now. "It's nearly ready," he told him in a tired voice, but he forced his eyes open to try and stay awake. "I just have to add the bacon to the frypan and heat the toast. It'll be ready in two minutes."

Dudley crossed his arms over his chest, thinking he owns the house and that he's superior, and Harry rolled his eyes. "That's not good enough!" he spat at his cousin, wondering how on earth he is related to such a garbage slave. "I'm hungry and I want my food now!" he shouted again, slamming his hand on the table, and yelped in pain.

Harry chuckled at the idiotic gesture from his cousin. Can't the boy hold his temper in? Jesus... He's like a raging bull without the physical attacks which he's glad there aren't any. He doesn't know how to fight back. Especially not with Dudley. His cousin may have more fat than there is muscle, but he knows being crushed by Dudley's waist could kill him.

Dudley glared at Harry angrily, really thinking of rushing to his daddy and asking him to hire a new servant and to dump Harry somewhere far away. "You think that's funny?" he asked him bitterly with a sneer. "How would you feel if you slammed your hand on nails!?"

Harry placed the toast in the toaster and rolled his eyes. Can't Dudley just go away so he can make the Dursley's breakfast in peace? "Well, I'm not stupid enough to do such a thing," he said bitterly. "Other than you, of course. Oh, and if you want food then go to the Refrigerator and get some. It's not to far away. Only a few little steps."

Dudley looked at Harry with shock and anger. He had never been told he's stupid. Not even by his own family. He's been hit by his dad once, and that was when he was eleven. "MOMMY!" he yelled loudly, probably loud enough to make the whole neighbourhood hear him. "DADDY!"

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia came rushing downstairs in their Pyjamas. Petunia ran into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her son. "Oh, what is it my Dudley-kins!?" she asked him softly, and glared over at Harry. "What did he do this time?"

Dudley started to cry with fake tears rolling down his cheeks. He's been able to do that for a while. "He called me stupid!" he sobbed into his mothers stomach. Harry's mouth dropped at the lie Dudley told Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. He couldn't believe it. And the worst part was he knew he would always be put to blame. At times he wished he didn't survive the car crash which killed his mother and father.

Petunia glared at Harry angrily. "You apologize right now!" she shouted. 

Vernon came into the kitchen, glared at Harry, and smacked him hard across the head. Harry winced and hissed in pain as he backed up against the stove. "Boy! Apologise!" he spat angrily. He then then smelt something burning and looked over at the toast. "You silly boy! You're going to burn the whole house down!"

"No, I'm not!" Harry yelled back, but he regretted talking back to his Uncle as Vernon's face turned an ugly shade of reddish purple. He hated when this happened. "Dudley just distracted me from making your breakfast."

Vernon slapped Harry across the head again, but a little harder, and he leaned over the small boy to appear more taller though he didn't need to do such a thing. "DON'T GIVE ME THAT ATTITUDE, BOY!" he yelled angrily. 

Harry looked for a possible way to escape from this hell hole with tears in his eyes. "I'M SORRY!" he told his uncle a little too loudly as it earned him another hit to the head. Jesus Christ! "I didn't mean to burn the food!"

Vernon grabbed Harry's hand, and pressed Harry's hand down on the bigger frypan for his punishment. Harry tried to yank his hand out of his Uncle's grip, but it was too hard. The next thing he knew was that he felt a lot of hot pain on his hand. He felt his hand sizzle and burn from on the hot frypan. He screamed in pain, begging his Uncle to stop but he knew Vernon wouldn't stop.

Vernon smiled evilly at the pain it gave the boy, watching as he screamed and how the hot frypan burnt his hand. "That is what you get you Freak!" he spat in his face, and Harry was in too much pain to even clean his face off.

~End of Flashback~

Harry sat in the stall, feeling scared and anxious and down. He held that hand to his chest and had to tell himself that he was safe at Hogwarts. He was safe from Dementors, Voldemort, Death Eaters and any other beings that could kill him. The only thing he wasn't safe from, was his self.

Harry made his way out of the stall to the bathroom mirrors. He felt the need to cut, but if he did, he'd feel guilty because of Ivy and Draco. After all, Draco is offering him a chance to go see a therapist soon. He looked at himself in the mirror, seeing a pale-ish boy with black hair and emerald green eyes staring back at him. He needed to cut; he couldn't take this suffering. But he told himself no. He turned the tap on and splashed his face with water. He scratched hard at his cuts under his sleeves. He felt a bit better but still felt like a dirty freak. He wiped his face clean from the water with some paper towels and made his way out of the boy's bathroom. He didn't know where to go, the safest place to have a breakdown would be Moaning Myrtles Bathroom but what he really needed was his blade. He tried everything he could do to try to stop the urge, but nothing was helping.

Sighing deeply, he walked on over to the sinks. He opened the cupboard, took out his tin, spelled it open and took out the blade. He made five more cuts to his already scarred skin, the pain rushed up his arm and the blood dripped down over his arm and into the sink. The welcoming of numbness filled his chest and the relief that followed. He didn't know how long he was standing there and was unaware of how much blood he was losing. After a while, he rinsed his arm off but made sure the water was warm enough. He waited for the bleeding to stop; it was taking longer than usual. He started to worry that it wouldn't stop. What would he do? He couldn't let it bleed out. After a while, the bleeding finally stopped. He sighed and cast a drying charm on his arm and then made his way back to his dormitory for a lie down.

***** 

Blaise sat with Draco on his bed, listening to his friend talk about his first time bottoming with Harry Potter. He didn't want to hear it all but he had to make sure Draco was alright and well. Draco hasn't bottomed in... since that French bloke. He had to check up on Draco's well-being. "Are you certain you're ok?"

"Yeah," Draco said with a tiny smile as he remembered that wonderful time with Harry and how he made him feel. Nothing like he's ever felt before. "I am. Truly! It was the best time of my life!"

"Are you certain? You didn't have any negative feelings at all after you and Harry finished?" Blaise asked again but Draco shook his head. He sighed, muttering to himself 'idiota innamorato' before responding, "Nothing at all? No flashbacks to the French bloke?"

Draco shook his head again, this time, a little annoyed at the mention of the guy and having to repeat himself, "No. Nothing."

Blaise didn't believe him. There was nothing he could do anyway beside wait for Draco to talk about it all. He knew Draco would tell him eventually. There's nothing that blonde Slytherin wouldn't like to not talk about. (Epecially if it's about Harry Potter.) Draco loves talking about himself; It'll just take some time.

*****

Below would be Harry trying out therapy and accompanied by Draco. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, if you feel it'll trigger you. You may scroll until you've found the next bolded headline below where you'll find Harry's back at Hogwarts:)

*****

Harry, Draco, and Ivy were standing out in front of a building in Muggle London. The name of the building was called 'Headspace', with bright green letters.

Harry looked over at Draco and Ivy, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "I thought we would be going to St Mungo's?" he said and looked for the answer in those silver eyes like they could tell him the worlds secrets.

Draco shrugged with a nervous grin on his face and Ivy just sighed long and slow. She too was nervous even though she's been here a few times each 3 months. "Rest assured; I have booked us with Squib psychiatrists so you can tell them anything," she says with a nod at Harry when he gradually looks up at her. She could sense his anxiety, and it was making her even more nervous which didn't help at all. "I have my usual psychiatrist, the one I visit bi-monthly and Harry, you will have... I forgot their name already but they're nice! Squib Psychiatrists use a special piece of parchment so anything that you say in the room stays between you and the psychiatrist." 

Ivy, Draco, and Harry all walked inside of the building with dove white walls, a comfy looking yellow sofa to the right-hand side with a white, round coffee table. At the front stood a desk with glass panels around it, they all knew it was so nobody could attack the office clerks. Why would anyone try to do suck a violent thing? Harry had thought, frowning. 

They were all greeted by a young male with long blonde hair tied into a ponytail, light green eyes, and black butterfly glasses. "Good afternoon. Ivy, it's great to see you once again! If I can recall..." he typed away on his computer. "Ah, Harry Potter?"

"That'll be me," Harry said with a nod.

Draco noticed the office man's blonde eyebrow rose at him. He smiled and just said, "I'm just here for my boyfriend, that is, if I'm allowed to accompany him in the appointment."

The man nodded at him with his own smile, "Of course, you are." He turned to his computer and typed a few words on the keyboard which were unintelligible to the two wizards and the one witch. "Alright, if you three will wait around for a moment your psyciatrists will soon come to get you."

Only seconds later, the three heard footsteps come into the room from the side of them and looked up; A lady with really short light brown hair with hazel-brown eyes wearing black jeans and a light green t-shirt walked into the front room from a hallway. "I'm here for Miss Black?" she said but looked directly at Ivy. "There you are. So good to see you again, Ivy."

Ivy gave a smile, "Yes, it's great seeing you again Ms Baker!"

The woman gave Ivy a kind smile, looking her up and down and liking her fashion style once again. She glanced at the two boys for a moment and smiled, Good morning, boys, "I'm Ms Baker."

Ivy turned to Draco and Harry and gave them both a smile of encouragement. "Good luck!" she said to them, and then she turned and walked away with the brown-haired woman and down a hallway.

Draco looked down at Harry's free hand and intertwined his and Harry's hands together. He gave Harry's hand a small squeeze for reassurance and hoped this would help his cousin and his boyfriend. "Are you ready?" he asked and looked up at Harry into pools of emerald green.

Harry sighed and Draco knew he was nervous. He squeezed Draco's hand back and gave him a nervous smile. "Ready as I'll ever be," he said and with his other hand, he ran it through his hair. It is a nervous habit of his that Draco knows of.

"Hey," Draco said softly, grabbing hold of Harry's other hand as he saw his boyfriend's nervous expression. Ivy didn't even look that nervous when she came in here with them and left with Miss Baker. "I'll be in there with you all the time. If you don't feel comfortable saying anything then that's okay."

Harry nodded and ended the space between them in a warm hug. He needed a hug. Without one, this all would be so hard. Draco hugged him back and kissed Harry on the cheek, filling the Gryffindor with warm emotions and love. "I love you, Draco."

"I love you too, Harry," Draco whispered back and stuffed his nose behind Harry's earlobe.

The man at the desk smiled at the two boys in front of him, glad to see how much they loved each other. He tapped a couple of keys down on his keyboard and as he finished, a man with freckles and ginger shaggy hair came out of the hallway wearing a pink top hat, cream-coloured trousers and a light green t-shirt just like the one Miss Baker's wearing. "Hello, I'm Mr Linwood," he greeted them both with a handshake. "Now, which of you is Harry Potter?"

Draco nearly snorted at the ginger-haired man when shaking his hand, but he kept a straight face. He resembled another one of those Weasley family boys, he wondered exactly how many Weasleys there were in the world. But of course, with different names. He shivered at the thought of a whole world with ginger-haired people with the 'Weasley' last name and how spooky that'd be. He imagined coming across thousands of Weasleys in a day, all in London, in the shopping centres. He smirked at the man. "Another Weasley," he whispered to Harry with a chuckle when he stepped away from the man.

Harry ignored Draco's comment and cleared his throat, ready to talk to the man. "I am, sir," he said, feeling nervous still. He had to admit, he was going to laugh at Draco's Weasley joke, but it would be a little rude.

Mr Linwood nodded and gestured the boys to follow him. "Great, and come this way now," he said and led the boys down the white hallway. He turned around, walking backwards and smiled at Harry. "Oh, and there's no need to be nervous."

Draco kissed Harry's cheek as Mr Linwood turned back around. "Let's go, my lovely Harry." Harry nodded, and his cheeks tinged with a deep red from Draco's lovable words.

They followed the man through the white hallways, hand in hand with each other until they got to a T section in the hallway. It was like a T intersection on a road. They took a left and went inside a small spacious white room. There was a large white desk at the left-back of the room, a grey cushioned seat on the right side of the room, a coffee table beside the lounge with a yellow lamp and a white bookshelf filled with books and things in a small red basket that looked squishy to the touch.

The room smelled of the sweet, floral and woody scent of the Lavender plant. It made Harry feel less nervous and more relaxed. Mr Linwood gestured the boys to sit down, and so they did. Harry and Draco sat down next to each other, Harry on the right and Draco on the left. But Draco still had trouble sitting down, even on comfy pillows. He managed not to grind his teeth or hiss in pain as he sat with Harry, he just squeezed Harry's hand and held his breath, hoping his body won't make any movements to trigger the pain in his arse. Merlin... sex is so incredible but in the end it's painful. How does Harry put up with it?

Mr Linwood sat down at his desk and smiled at the two boys. "Now, Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy. It's very nice to meet you." He grabbed his yellow notebook and a black pen and sat comfortably on his seat. 

Draco looked at the odd looking stick thing in Mr Lindwood's hand and rose an eyebrow in confusion. He didn't even know what it was. He poked Harry on the shoulder. "What's that stick thing he's holding?"

Harry chuckled at his confused Pureblood boyfriend. It's just adorable how Draco knows nothing of the muggle World. "Right... You don't know of muggle items," said Harry, smirking at Draco's confused look. "That is a pen. It's like a quill, but you don't have to keep repeatedly dipping it in ink. There is already ink inside of it and can usually last a whole year or more."

Mr Linwood smiled at the pureblood. "Indeed, it is! I find it more useful than a quill. But of course, there are self-inking quills, but pens are more useful and less breakable. Anyway..." He looked over at Harry curiously. "So, have you ever had another psychiatrist before?"

Harry shook his head. He never wanted to get help and waste someone's precious time just so he can talk about things in his worthless life. He now felt more guilty and nervous than when he first entered the building so he squeezed Draco's hand to try to stop the nerves and the guilt. Draco squeezed back and looked him in the eye, giving him the 'Are you okay?' look. Harry gave a small smile; he wasn't lying but he wasn't telling the truth either.

Mr Linwood nodded and wrote that down in his notebook. "If I may ask, why have you never seen or had a psychiatrist before?"

Harry shrugged and looked down at the ground, not wanting to tell the real truth but he knew he must. He must do this for Draco. "I guess... I didn't think I deserved to get help," he told him and Draco, and shame reddened his face at what he admitted from deep inside. He really hated this, talking to an adult about this. They just don't understand at all. Nobody does.

Draco felt his heart drop in his chest and he squeezed Harry's hands. He always wondered why someone wouldn't get help if they're terribly treated by their own family. Of course, his father had hit him a few times for misbehaving, doing something he's not supposed to and lying to him, but it hadn't gotten that bad. Father never apologised after a few hours from the hitting, but when he did, he knew it was because of mother which he is so thankful to have in his life. Mother was like his guardian angel, but also as just a mother who he loves dearly.

Mr Linwood nodded again, pushing the sadness down his throat like medicine he just doesn't like. "Why do you think you don't deserve the help?" he asked curiously and twisted the pen in between his index finger and ring finger, which did indeed have a nice gold band on his ring finger.

Harry kept staring at the ground with no expression, wishing he could just fall asleep and have Draco take him home to rest because he doesn't think he should be having this appointment, especially after the thing with Viktor. He just wishes the couch will eat him up so he doesn't have to say anything else. "I just don't... I'm a f-," he stopped there and sighed deeply, knowing he shouldn't say he was a freak. Even since Draco promised him, he wouldn't. "I... I'm afraid I'm wasting people's time when talking to them."

Mr Linwood shook his head at him, not agreeing with him at all. He recalled many teenagers saying that to him, but none came out as brave as Harry could. "You're not wasting anybody's time, Harry," he assured him softly. "Not my time, not Draco's time, not anybody's."

Harry nodded his head, but didn't believe him. He still felt like he was wasting Mr Linwood's time but something in his gut told him otherwise.

Mr Linwood studied the boy's face, seeing as he was deep in thought. Harry had been deep in thought a lot since coming into the room, and when he, Draco, and Ivy came here. "So, Harry. How are things at the moment?"

Harry continued to stare down at the ground, trying to think about how to word what he felt. He finally looked up at the man with a small forced smile. "Things are okay right now, I've just been finding it hard to cope a lot," he said a little slowly, and became a little afraid in case his words turned into unhearable mumbling, then he would have to repeat himself. He doesn't want to repeat himself. "I've been feeling so depressed and I haven't been able to motivate myself into doing things I used to like. It all started a long time ago."

Mr Linwood nodded, grateful Harry could tell him something bigger and more helpful for him to be able to help him. "Okay, so you have been feeling really depressed and really sad?" he repeated what Harry said to make sure he had that correct without any errors.

Harry nodded, "Yeah." Draco then squeezed Harry's hand a little and smiled at him, telling him that he's doing a very good job in being here and coming out to someone about his life at the Dursleys. Harry squeezed back and looked into Draco's eyes, pressed their foreheads together and sighed.

"Okay," Mr Linwood said, writing it down with his own smile on his face, glad Harry had someone he loved dearly to be with him today.

Harry wished there was some magical machine that makes people see what you're thinking so he didn't have to say it. He closed his eyes, collected his thoughts so he could continue. "It's also been a bit hard because there's not really anybody to talk to about my problems," he said and looked back at the therapist man. "This was way before Draco and I became best friends, and then eventually we became boyfriends." He forcefully smiled at Draco and Draco gave him a real comforting smile back and kissed his cheek. "So, I just kind of stayed on my own a lot and hid in the bathroom or my bedroom when I wanted to get away."

Mr Linwood nodded and placed his finger to his lips in thought. Surely Harry has people to talk to in Hogwarts? He's a damn celebrity! "So, you've been feeling quite isolated, there are not many people around?"

Harry nodded. Even though he had Hermione and Ron, he wasn't just going to talk to them about his problems. Now that Ron knew of his depression, he still wouldn't talk to him about it. Then there's Ivy but she had her own problems to deal with. He didn't want to give her any more worries. He trusts Draco more than anybody now, even though it's kind of bad to think that when Ron and Hermione have been closer to him than Draco had. "Yeah," he said, hesitating for a moment. "There is no one I can talk to about it, no one with less than an understanding of it."

"Okay, so um... I'm going to try to find out a little bit more about you," said Mr Linwood. "So, I understand you both go to Hogwarts?" Draco and Harry both nodded. Mr Linwood nodded back. "So, Harry," he said softly, supportingly. "You see your friends every day, but you don't think you can talk to them?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, they are all amazing, and I get along with them really well, but it's just... I don't want them to worry about me as they all have their own problems to deal with," he told the therapist quietly, afraid he might actually start to mumble unintelligible words that make no sense to Mr Linwood.

"Okay," Mr Linwood said, nodded and wrote that down in his notebook. He then looked back up at Harry, deadpanned. "So, it sounds to me that you want to hide the way you are feeling from them?"

Harry's eyes trailed down to his hands which were intertwined with Draco's. He admired the elegant fingers of Draco's, the soft skin, and the clean round perfect nails. They were beautiful. They were Draco. "I guess... it is just easier to hide it all the time than trying to explain it to them," he said dazedly while trying not to sound miserable.

Draco smiled at Harry, rested his head on Harry's shoulders and looked down at Harry's hands intertwined with his own. To him, those hands and fingers were beautiful. They might not be as perfectly cut as his own but they were very pretty. They were Harry's hands, of course, they're pretty.

Mr Linwood smiled at the two lovebirds, it reminded him of his wife Chloe and himself. He then put on a straight face and looked back at Harry. "So, from what I hear, you are feeling very down, very unmotivated and that you think you have nobody to talk to."

Harry nodded, pondering why his anxiety hasn't increased and made him go into an attack. Maybe it's the smell of Lavender in the air or just being with Draco? "Yeah, I don't even have parents to speak to either," he added sadly, now looking back at the ground. In fact, how is it a little easy to say these things about his life? Maybe it is the Lavender?

Mr Linwood frowned, knowing about Harry's parents and the godforsaken path they took. "I'm sorry to hear that, Harry," he said gingerly with a sad smile. Harry nodded, thanking him for the apology. "So, I'm just going to go back in time a bit. When did all of this start? You said it's been going on for a while?"

"Yeah, um..." Harry said and had to take a moment to think back to those dark memories. "It kind of started back in my second year at Hogwarts, before the term started. My depression, I mean. Throughout my life, my Muggle relatives... they um... they've been making me clean, cook, just anything a slave would do and if I did something wrong, they would have... well, my uncle would... punish me. They've been making me slave for them since I was around three or four. First time I was punished was around five years old." Before Harry let a tear fall down his face, he felt arms wrap around him in a tight, soft embrace. He snuggled up to Draco and leaned his head on his shoulder. Draco gave Harry a soft kiss on the forehead, and it gave Harry a little bit of courage to keep going.

Mr Linwood nodded sadly but was grateful Harry had someone here with him. Not once has he sees a teenager bring their own lover in to therapy with them. This was new to him, and he's glad it happened. He can see that these two will be together for a long time. "It's been going on for years?"

Harry nodded sadly. What else could he say? Right now, Mr Linwood's asking the questions about Harry's life and Harry is answering them to the best of his ability.

"I see," Mr Linwood said. He sighed and wrote that down. He then looked back up at Harry. "Back when you never got your Hogwarts letters, did you have anybody to talk to when in Primary School in the Muggle world?"

Draco rose an eyebrow in confusion. He knew it had to do something with school and muggles. "Apologies for disturbing but what's Primary School?" he asked and raised his eyebrow in confusion.

Mr Linwood smiled at Draco. He knew Purebloods have no clue what Muggles really have in their world. "It's a school for muggle children, Draco," he answered. "Muggles have three types of schools, though it's usually two. Primary, secondary, and high school. Usually, secondary and High School are put together into one whole school. Primary is for the little kids. The secondary schooling is for kids ages 13 and up to 15 and High schools for the 16-year-olds to 17-year-olds."

"Oh," Draco said, slightly nodding at what he's being told. That, he didn't know. So muggles had three schools? At least there isn't three Hogwarts'. That'd be a little confusing.

Harry shook his head at the last question Mr Linwood asked him. "No sir, I had nobody to talk to in primary school," he said while thinking back to the lonely days of his life. He had no friends during primary school. Nobody liked him. He was utterly and completely alone. Even the teachers didn't like him that much. They would always pick him when they want a question answered but Harry understands why they would as he always got distracted, zoned out, and always looked out the window.

"I'm sure the school counsellor would love to have you around, Harry," Mr Lindwood said empathetically and held his palm out to Harry. "Couldn't you have gone to see them during Recess and Lunch?"

Harry shook his head again. He remembered all those times running away from Dudley and his friends during break times. It's all he did. He usually managed to get onto the roof of the school by the air conditioner's condenser. "I have always been hiding somewhere in the school grounds from my cousin Dudley," he admitted. "I was too scared to come out until the bell rang for classes to start. I'd just be watching him from my hiding place run around with his friends, trying to find me."

Mr Linwood rose an eyebrow in curiosity, but also in concern. He has a feeling what this is about but he wants to hear it from Harry first just to be sure about this. "Why were you hiding from Dudley and why were you so scared?"

Harry sighed dismally, recollecting the memories of the bruises he would get if he was found by Dudley during the break times. Bruises, scars, broken rib and all, Harry remembered each and every one of the memories and how much they hurt. Before he knew it, he rambled on with the answer to the psychiatrist's answer. "Because he and his friends would come and beat me up until I was bleeding. I was scared because... well... I didn't want to get hurt again. I remember every school day, having bruises and scars from both my uncle's doing as well as Dudley's. None of my teachers really cared. One did ask if I were okay, but I just told them I was fine."

Draco felt tears sting his eyes. Harry never told him about this. It's abuse which needs to be stopped! "I'm so sorry, Harry," he said sadly, wrapping his arms around Harry once again, wanting him to feel loved. "I wish you could have told me this."

Harry hugged him back, frowning. He just never wanted Draco to worry about him. Draco still had Ivy to worry over, and she has her own problems like he does as well. "It's okay, Draco."

Draco shook his head, not agreeing with his boyfriend. "No, Harry," he said with impiety, pressing his cheek to Harry's and trying to ignore the pain he felt in his arse as he had to lean over to the side a bit so he could be as close as he could to Harry. "It's not okay."

"It's why you're here with me, Draco," Harry said with a sad smile, loving how affectionate Draco can get for him. He still doesn't know how lucky he is to have Draco in his life. 

"Okay," Mr Linwood said softly. "Have you both talked to Dumbledore about Harry's reason not to go back to his Muggle relatives?"

Draco nodded, remembering talking to Dumbledore before the day of the second Task, and the day he realized he was Harry's most loved and missed possession. It was so heart-warming to find out and he couldn't stop thinking about it all night. "I spoke to him before the second Tri-Wizard tournament," he tells him simply. "It was before I knew that Harry was my most loved and missed possession."

Harry felt his face and neck warm up with a blush. "Draco!" he said chagrinedly, giving him a slight push from telling a little too much to his therapist. He knows there's nothing to be embarrassed about but that day was just a special time for him and Draco. "Not now!"

Draco smirked. He will never stop flustering his boyfriend because he loves how Harry reacts. He loves Harry's flustered expression so much. It's beautiful and so cute! "But it's always time to fluster my boyfriend," he told Harry sweetly while reaching up and brushed strands of dark hair away from green eyes. 

Harry rolled his eyes, but he couldn't stop his blush from heating up his skin with a dark tinge of red. "Oh, hush up!" he said quietly and shyly, wondering if he can cook toast on his face just because of how hot his face felt.

Mr Linwood laughed at the two men in love with each other. It's beautiful seeing lovers tease each other too. "Did Dumbledore agree to take Harry away from his relatives and make him stay somewhere else for the Holidays?" he then asked to change the topic to where it was supposed to be.

Draco shook his head sadly. Shouldn't it be Harry's choice where he chooses to stay? It's Harry's life, and to him, it looks like Dumbledore's controlling it. "He hasn't said anything," he told him wistfully and wished the headmaster could see that Harry shouldn't be staying there anymore. "The last he told me was that he will look into it and do the best he can."

Harry frowned at the news, wishing that he could spend the whole holidays with Draco. It would be incredible! Just going home with Draco, meeting Mrs Malfoy, which would be quite neurotic. Maybe he'll meet Mr Malfoy again? Oh, that could be bad. Maybe during the night Mr Malfoy would kill me and put my head on a stick, he was thinking with a shudder. How gruesome. He knows he's thinking too far about this.

Mr Linwood sighed regretfully, wishing Dumbledore could see past this 'Chosen one' title and give Harry his life back. "Very well, perhaps a letter to him about Harry's mental state will make him think otherwise."

Draco tightened his grip around Harry's hand. He wanted Harry to stay over so Harry can finally meet his mother. "I sure hope he'll keep my Harry away from those monstrous Muggles," he said with a sneer as he remembered how calm Dumbledore looked. "I'd love for Harry to stay at my family's Manor though. Or perhaps the Chateu in France, or the one in Italy."

Harry stared back into silver irises, his eyes widening in surprise at how many manors Draco's family own. Could be there more manors that the Malfoy family owns? "I'd love for that too, Draco," he said quietly, thinking bout the possibility of travelling the world, and wanting that more than anything.

"Whatever your plans are for homing Harry, I'm sure they will be just fine," Mr Linwood said with a positive smile. He then put on a straight face and sighed. "Now, about the punishments... if you don't mind me saying this, but do you think you deserve them?"

Harry frowned and stared at the ground. He knew he deserved the punishments as it was his fault for a number of things he did. Without him consciously knowing what he was doing, he was nodding his head. He heard Draco sigh from beside him and see him from the corner of his eye shaking his head. Harry looked up at the man; he was pinching the bridge of his nose in utter sadness and frustration. "Sorry," he said unhappily.

Draco leaned forward, placed his hands gently on Harry's face and kissed him while letting a single tear fall down his cheek. How could Harry say that? Harry kissed back slowly, tasting Draco's salty tear as it fell from his eyes. As Draco pulled out of the kiss, he stared into Harry's eyes. "Don't apologise, Harry," he said, trying not to sob about this saddening realization. "None of this is your fault and you don't deserve the abuse."

Mr Linwood nodded in agreement at Draco and looked up at Harry. "It really isn't your fault, Harry," he assured him firmly. "You don't deserve to be abused, nobody does." Then he hesitated and thought about how Harry must be doing in school. "Now, how are you in school? Is it too pressuring or is it too much for you? Any exams you are stressed about?"

Harry sighed, feeling the taste of Draco's tear still in his mouth. "School is fine," he deadpans. "It's not too pressuring but sometimes I just can't be bothered with the classwork. Exams are also fine; I try to study 4 weeks from the examinations, but it doesn't really help."

"I see," Mr Linwood said, tapping his pen on his lips. "Perhaps Draco can help you with your studies? I'm sure he'd love to."

Draco nodded at the man and smiled at Harry. It's true. He would do anything to help Harry with his studies and his depression. "I'm always willing to help you, Harry. I'll be here for you always." Harry smiled slightly and rested his head on Draco's shoulder.

"Okay, okay," Mr Linwood said. "It sounds like a lot has been happening. You have been feeling very low and depressed, you have some school pressure, you have problems with your relatives, and it sounds like you feel like you really cannot reach out to anybody to talk to them. It sounds like you can't confide with your friends at all and so I suppose I'm just wondering if you can tell me a bit about how you've been feeling. I mean, say this past week."

Harry bit his lip, thinking back earlier in the morning and the past week. "Um...well... Not very well to be honest. Let's just say, a guy named Viktor asked me to have a chat with him and so I did. He just talked about random things like If I'd like to go flying with him, about my friends and if they're just friends to me or more, and about Draco and our relationship. That was when I saw someone in the bush. I don't remember much after that except running away and talking to one of my friends about it. I felt really guilty after because I didn't actually see if Viktor was all right and ran away in time or if he was hurt... or worse."

Draco smirked at What Viktor had asked of Harry. "You can be so oblivious sometimes, Harry Potter," he said flatly. "Viktor asked about your friends and if you are just friends or more, and he asked you to go play Quidditch with him. Are you catching on to what I'm getting at?"

Harry thought for a moment to what Draco was saying and then a sudden realization hit him. Oh, right. "When he asked about you I just came right out to him about you being my boyfriend." Mr Linwood Awwed silently, making Draco grin. "And then he asked me if you want to come along with me."

Draco thought about that offer from Viktor Krum for a moment. It would be nice to learn a few things from the Quidditch Champion. "It's kind of hot knowing my boyfriend is good enough to be asked out by a famous international Quidditch star," he said and placed an arm around Harry's shoulders and winked at his boyfriend.

Harry blushed and looked up at the man as Draco leaned towards Harry's neck and rubbed his nose behind Harry's ear. "Sorry, sir," he says and tilts his head to the side a little so Draco had more room to do anything that's appropriate in the room. "Please, continue."

Mr Linwood smiled at the two boys. He would say to get a room but they were already in one. "No need to apologize. And wait... do you mean Viktor Krum?" he asked in disbelief but also in surprise. Draco and Harry nodded.

Mr Linwood gave the boys an impressed look, wondering how they can just meet someone famous in one day. But then again, he did meet Harry Potter today and is currently listening to his life story right this instant. "Now Harry, it wasn't your fault for running off like that. We have two main survival instincts. Fight or Flight. You chose flight, which is a very good instinct. It's sometimes better to run away from a situation than to stop and fight it. Tell me about last week, apart from today."

Harry sighed, memorising last week and how Seamus, Dean, Ron, and Neville all found out about his depression and his cutting problem. He remembered the date, the times he was alone with Draco snogging, having sex, and just hanging about. "I had a few ups and down," he eventually said. "My dorm mates somehow found out about my depression. I haven't told my friend, Hermione about it though. I know I should, but I just don't like worrying people. I don't like the attention it gives me; it gets annoying having people ask if I'm alright. The less negative parts of my week were when I was with Draco."

Draco smiled back and with his free hand, reached down to place over Harry's hand and gave it a little squeeze. "I loved those parts of my week and months with you too, Harry James Potter." He bit his lip, trying to fight the urge to just lean in and kiss Harry.

"Good. Good," Mr Linwood said, writing that down. He looked up at Harry. "Now, tell me more about what you love doing, Harry."

He loves doing me, Draco thought, trying to hold down a chuckle but all his did was smirk. Well, that only happened twice in one day and it was magnificently blissful. He loved having Harry's beautiful mouth on his prick, sucking, kissing, and loving it until he came inside that perfect mouth. And he loved having Harry deep inside him, making love to him in the most incredible way possible. But because of the sex, his arse is painfully sore but it was all worth it.

Harry thought deeply about this. He doesn't know of a lot of things he likes to do. "Erm... what I really love is Quidditch, snuggling up in front of a fireplace on a cold rainy day with a nice hot drink. I like watching TV, but that rarely happens. I kind of like reading too... err... that's pretty much everything I like."

"Ouch!" Draco said in a mock-hurt tone, placing a hand on his chest where his heart is. "Why wasn't I on that very short list?" Mr Linwood tried to hold down a snort of laughter at the bickering from the couple.

"Hey!" Harry said, lightly pushing Draco playfully which made the Slytherin laugh. How dare the Slytherin think he's not on any list of his. "He means what I love doing, not what I love. Besides, you are on the top of my list of things I love."

"That is much better to hear," Draco said to Harry's ear, and then he looked at Harry's cheek and kissed it in approval, glad he's on one of Harry's list and on the top. Harry smiled and leaned his head on Draco's shoulder. Draco then kissed Harry's forehead and he felt Harry relax into his embrace and kiss.

Mr Linwood wrote something down in his notebook and then looked back up at Harry. "For me to be able to understand a bit further, can I ask you what some other thoughts are in your head when you feel down? Like, what makes you feel these thoughts and how do they occur?"

Harry tried to remember all the times when he needed to cut. It was all when something went wrong, after a nightmare, or waking up feeling shitty. There's just so many reasons why he cuts. "Well... when I'm angry at myself, sad, feeling unworthy, frustrated, or when I have an anxiety attack."

Mr Linwood nodded his sympathy and furrowed his eyebrows worriedly. "If I may ask, how do these anxiety attacks occur?" he asked using a soft tone, and he leaned forward in his chair. "What happened in your life to have them?"

Harry gave Draco's hand a little squeeze for assurance. He needed the help of Draco just being by his side to talk about these hard things. "Nightmares, past punishments, small tight spaces..." he said and trailed off, a flash of emotion and past punishments was clearly being remembered by him by the thoughtful look on his face. Draco gave Harry's hand a little squeeze back. Why does Harry keep saying the abuse he gets are punishments when they're not?

Mr Linwood wrote down how Harry thinks the abuse is punishments. He looked back up at Harry. "I see. I'm guessing these nightmares are because of... You-know-who?" Harry nodded with a blank expression. Mr Linwood sighed. "I won't ask about the abuse, that'll be for some other time when you come back and when you think you are able to talk about them. The tight space, however, how did that become an occurrence for an anxiety attack?"

"Umm..." Harry said uneasily, not knowing if he really should tell. He looked at Draco, waiting for an answer and as Draco nodded reassuringly, he began. "The Dursleys made me sleep in a cupboard under the stairs for the first 12 years of my life."

Draco shook his head sadly and lifted his hand up to stroke Harry's cheek. How could someone do that to a child? They've got to be monstrous to lock up a child in a small area. Who knows how healthy the cupboard was if it was filled with spiders, and insects, and cobwebs, and dust.

Mr Linwood's jaw dropped down in shock. How could someone do that to a child? Why would someone do that to a child? He managed to keep a straight face. "Okay. Okay," he said and tried to stay calm. He would adopt Harry if he could. "If you'll let me ask, how do you manage to cope with the abuse?"

Harry felt the anxiety in him finally start to make him afraid but he pushed it down as he doesn't want to feel weak in front of Draco or even Mr Linwood. "I-, erm...I hurt myself." He felt ashamed for admitting it.

Mr Linwood sighed and nodded, knowing it's a very common way to cope with depression. "Okay. I hope you know you are not the only one who suffers from depression and abuse, Harry. When you want to hurt yourself, what emotions run through your head?"

Harry nodded and then looked up at the man. "I know I'm not the only one who suffers," he says but sometimes he feels like he's the only one. "It's anger, sadness, loneliness, unworthiness, upset, guilt, fear and frustration that make me want to...cut. I do it because It makes me feel better, it makes me feel alive at times."

Draco frowned at those words coming from his boyfriend's mouth. He wished there was a way he can help Harry when he feels like that. He understands what Harry is saying though. Ivy thinks the same too.

"Okay," Mr Linwood said and tilted the top of the page in his notebook inwards. "Can you expand on those emotions? As in, what makes you angry, sad, et cetera?"

Harry stared back at the ground where he had been before, there was a small ant scurrying along the carpet of the floor. "I tend to be angry at my relatives for hurting me, angry at myself, angry at the world," he explained in a lethargic voice. "Sad because of how unworthy I feel, how I shouldn't be existing except for defeating some stupid death eater as my destiny. As well as having people call me names, like Fag and all or having people whisper behind my back. Loneliness when I just feel alone and want nothing more to have someone by my side hugging me and telling me I'm not all right". Harry felt Draco's arms find their way around his torso in a hug and gave him a sad smile. "Unworthy as I feel like I shouldn't be living and that I should have died with my parents by Voldemort. Guilt as of like today, I could have left someone to die. Scared when I'm with my relatives, I don't know when I'll get punished or if I will. Finally, frustrated at myself for doing something wrong, simple things like getting something wrong on a test and not doing enough with my life."

"Okay... have you ever had suicidal thoughts, and have you ever tried to ignore the urges of hurting yourself?" Mr Linwood asked him. Looking at the state Harry's in, and the long sleeves down past Harry's wrist, he's just curious.

Harry nodded to both questions. "I've had suicidal thoughts, yes, and I've tried to ignore the urges, so I just scratch at my cuts." He couldn't believe he just said and told that. Was there some kind of magic in this room? Surely, he wasn't under Veritaserum, right? Isn't it illegal to brew unless it is under the Ministry's approval? He didn't remember drinking anything at all today, which he knew he should at least drink some water when he gets back to Hogwarts.

"Okay, and I'll skip the suicidal thoughts for the next time," Mr Linwood said. "So, back to the urges. Holding a block of ice is a good way to stop the urge from cutting. As well as wearing a lucky band or hair bubble around your wrist and snap it against your skin. You can draw on your skin with a red pen or marker where you would cut, rip up some paper, exercise, or write your hurt, anger, frustration somewhere on a piece of paper. You can also scribble on paper using a red pen, squeeze a stress ball or simply tell your friends about the urge and start a conversation with them. It has helped a lot of Muggles in the past, as well as Wizards and Witches."

Harry nodded slowly but wondered if he will every try those options. But if Draco wants him to do it, then he will. "Thanks for the tip, sir. I'll make sure to use one of the choices."

Draco cut in with a little smile, "Or, you can try using all of those options and see which one you like doing better."

Mr Linwood smiled. "It's no problem, Harry," he said gently. "And you should really listen to your boyfriend," he added as he reached into one of his table drawers and fished out a green brain stress ball with the words 'Headspace' was printed in black ink and threw it to Harry.

Harry's seeker skills found their way in as Harry caught the ball coming towards him. "Thanks," he mutters, squishing the ball in his right hand as the other hand was intertwined with Draco's. It was very squishy, and he has never touched anything so amusing and addicting. Besides Draco's body, of course. But this ball he could carry around everywhere.

Mr Linwood smiled and placed his pen and book down on his desk. "I'm afraid that's all for the appointment, boys," he said with a sad smile. "Please, do come by again if you want. Monday afternoon again? Same time?" Harry and Draco nodded at the kind offer.

Draco got up off the couch with a smile and a silent grunt from pain and turned to Harry, holding his hand out to him. The Gryffindor grasped onto his hand, and Draco help him up off the chair. He then faced the therapist man, "Alright, goodbye Mr Linwood."

"Bye, sir! I mean... Mr Linwood," Harry said and distracted himself by placing the squishy green brain in his pocket so he doesn't have to look up at the man when saying his goodbyes. He somehow feels a little shy now because he practically told him everything there is to know about his life at the Dursleys, except for the punishments he had gotten from Uncle Vernon.

"Goodbye boys, have a safe trip back to Hogwarts!" Mr Linwood said and opened the door for the boys. The boys nodded their thanks and exited the small room, hand in hand. They headed out through the white hallways but didn't see Ivy anywhere.

Draco led Harry to the yellow seat in the front of the building. He sat at the end of the seat and pulled Harry down on top of him. Harry giggled but didn't fight back, he just wanted to be as close to Draco as he could. Harry lay on top of Draco, his head resting on Draco's chest and his legs bent backwards towards his bottom. Draco lifted Harry's chin up so Harry was staring at him, and he leaned forward and kissed Harry eagerly. He'd been wanting to since they got here but didn't know if it was okay too. Harry kissed back passionately, not wanting to let go of the kiss at all. Today was just exhausting!

They both broke out of the kiss as a familiar "Ahem!" woke them from their snogging trance. They both looked up to see Ivy with a smile on her face, something they don't see a lot. "Ready to go home?" she asked with that big smile on her face.

Harry and Draco both nodded. Harry hopped off of Draco, off the couch and stood up. "Yes, I can't wait to head back to a nice warm lit fireplace with hot Chocolate," he said with a tired voice, exhausted from the whole appointment with talking and answering questions all the time.

Draco rolled his eyes and started up at Harry. "Aren't I going to get a helping hand to get up, my Gryffindor Golden Boy?" he asked with a smirk and crossed his arms over his chest. He just couldn't be bothered to get up. His arse might be sore still but that's the least of his problems.

Harry looked down at Draco with a smile. He held out his hand, bowed, and said, "Your chariot is waiting for you, my princess."

Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry but took his hand. He's not some kind of princess. He doesn't have the parts and he is so glad he doesn't. "Don't push your luck, Potter," he drawls but adored the moment as Harry gave a kiss to his knuckles.

Harry was the one to roll his eyes and he helped Draco up off the couch. "Yes, well, wouldn't you rather get back to Hogwarts so we can find a nice candlelit room somewhere in the castle? I bet you know which one I'm talking about." He gave him a knowing wink, hoping Draco knew where he meant. "We can be sitting in front of a warm fireplace, cuddling, snogging, drinking hot chocolate and doing whatever?"

Draco kept the smirk on his face as he was liking that idea already. Especially, with doing the 'whatever' part. He can still top though his arse hurts. "Sounds lovely," he nearly purred. "Might as well get back to Hogwarts an hour or two before dinner so we can do that 'whatever' part. As well as snogging, cuddling and drinking hot chocolate."

Harry leaned in an inch closer to Draco, so their noses were touching. "Let's make it happen then," he had to whisper so Ivy wouldn't hear him. He was thinking of coming out to Ivy and the rest of his friends that he and Draco had sex with each other for the first time. Though, their first time was a few months ago. "Don't want to be missing out on any snogging sessions with me in secret rooms, now do you?"

Draco shook his head and leaned an inch even closer to Harry, so their lips were touching. "Of course not, my love," he said and couldn't help himself. He ended the space between him and Harry in a kiss. It was one of those kisses that surprised Harry, making his senses overwhelm him.

Ivy rolled her eyes and grabbed both boys' wrists and led them out of the building. Draco and Harry felt their lips being pulled apart from further snogging and sighed. Ivy smirked as she led both boys to a park, made sure nobody was around, grabbed both boys tightly and apparated to Hogsmeade. They all landed with a 'thud' in an Alleyway in London. Harry was surprised he didn't fall over, or his tummy started turning from the apparition.

(It would be safe now. :) )

Ivy took them to the Leaky Cauldron, quickly escorted them through so nobody would notice them, and entered into Diagon Alley after entering through the brick wall with a tap of her wand.

Draco led Harry to the front window of Madam Malkin's Robe Shop, stared inside at the fitting stool where they met for the very first time and sighed happily. "Remember when we first met each other?"

Harry smiled and looked through the window at the two stools which were still there. He remembers everything. It was the first time he looked into those silver eyes which he never knew back then would look at him in a way that a true lover would. "Yes, I remember meeting a snobby rich prick."

Draco snorted, though, he does admit on being a snobby rich prick. "Well... what would you have done back then if I didn't act that way and was better towards you?" he asked, though he had a feeling that he knew the answer. He wanted to hear it from Harry. "And what about if I would have kissed you?"

"Well, for starters, I would have accepted your friendship," Harry said and smiled at Draco's reflection in the glass of the window. "That is if you weren't so judgemental of Ron and Hufflepuff house. And about the kiss... I wouldn't know what to do. I'd be confused as to why a guy is kissing me because back then, I had only seen boys and girls kissing since I rarely went out into the world since The Dursley's rarely took me out. And maybe I would have probably kissed back. Maybe if you weren't such a snob and became my friend, then you would have earned a boyfriend by the third year."

Draco grinned at that wonderful idea. But he wouldn't change a thing of the past even if the world was in his hands. "I would have loved that, Harry," he replies lightly. "Or perhaps if Hagrid didn't say how bad the Slytherin house was, you could also have earned a boyfriend by the third year. Oh, and by the way, when did you find out guys can be gay and girls... well, you know?"

Harry brushed a strand of his dark hair out of his eyes, knocking his glasses to the side a bit. He fixed his glasses on his nose and remembered back to the Holidays before the second year as Hogwarts started. "It was before the second year. I remember going for a walk into town and I saw two males snogging. You?"

Draco sighed and stared back into Madam Malkin's. He pictured an 11-year-old version of himself being all nice to Harry Potter when first meeting him and then snogging him. He pictured the expressions on everyone face as they saw two 11-year-olds snogging. He smiled at the thought and remembered the question he was asked. "Let's just say, I went shopping with mother and saw a couple of guys snogging," he explained nonchantedly. "At first, I thought it was interesting since they were guys. I remembered asking my mother what that was all about, and she just replied with the word 'Love'. That was when I was around six or seven years old. By the time I reached 10, I started noticing guys more than girls. As I turned 11, I met my Gryffindor prince who I fell in love with." He reached over and rubbed Harry's neck with a finger. "So, tell me, Harry. Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Harry blushed and felt his heart start pounding in his chest. He placed his hand under Draco's chin and brought him closer, ending up kissing Draco in a passionate way. He smiled as he felt Draco kiss him back, and he placed his free arm around Draco's neck, forcing him as close as he possibly could be. He hoped by kissing Draco that he would get the answer to his question.

As soon as Draco pulled out of the kiss, he smirked at knowing the answer. "Let's just head back as I want that warm fireplace, candles, snogging session and hot chocolate." Ivy rolled her eyes, wanting nothing more than to see Lavender again and started walking away down Diagon Alley. She wanted to go shopping while she was here.

Draco and Harry exchanged knowing looks and followed Ivy through Diagon Alley. All she did was buy a long black cloak, a new cauldron, and a new scarf. And after that, they returned through the barrier into the Leaky Cauldron, then down a dark alleyway where no muggles were in sight and Ivy apparated them away.

When Harry, Draco and Ivy entered through the large castle doors of Hogwarts, they all parted their own ways. Ivy was going to look for Lavender, and Draco and Harry made their way to the Library.

Harry moved closer to Draco and intertwined his hand with Draco's. Draco smiled at Harry, then down to their intertwined hands and kissed his cheek. As they entered the library, they headed to the middle of the large castle library and took a left. They walked down the large bookshelf aisle until they came to a stop at the smaller bookshelf filled with old books. Draco pulled the book trigger and watched as the bookshelf opened up like doors to the familiar darkened hallway.

They both entered through the Hallway and watched as the familiar wall torches lit up with dancing flames. As soon as they heard the bookshelf close, they made their way down the hallway to the large Oak door. Harry opened the door up and stood aside so Draco could enter, earning him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. Harry closed the door behind him and watched as Draco lit the fireplace up with his wand, dimmed the lights so it was feeling romantic and lit up the small candles around the room.

Harry stared around the room with a hint of excitement. But they were missing something. "Wow! This place looks better under candlelight," he said with awe, and Draco nodded with total agreement. Then he looked back at the Slytherin with a small smile. "But we're missing the hot chocolate."

Draco walked up to Harry and wrapped his arms around Harry's back. "I was thinking we could go to the kitchens to get that," he said as he booped Harry on the nose with his own nose. The simple gesture made Harry's smile widen, so Draco did it again. "We could also bring dinner down here too."

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, excited by that thought. Has he and Draco had dinner by candlelight before? No. Not counting the Great Hall. "I love the sound of that, dinner by candlelight," he whispered softly and leaned his head closer till their noses brushed against each other in a feathery touch.

Draco smiled at the option and walked backwards to the door, pulling Harry with him by the hand. "Well, let's get going then," he said and looked back at Harry from in front. "I'm sure Dobby would love to see you again."

Harry let himself be pulled and smiled at the way his boyfriend's arse moved when walking. He still couldn't believe he had fucked that pretty arse, made love to Draco and made him moan, and came inside of him. "I was thinking more on the lines of the snogging session before we go," he said and pulled Draco closer to him, placing a hand under Draco's chin and closed his eyes as he leaned in.

Draco liked that idea very much and watched with half-lidded eyes as Harry's green eyes closed and his face came towards his own. He placed his hands around Harry's waist, tilted his head to the side and ended the space between them. He still watched Harry's face as they kissed, and Harry looked so relaxed and happy in his arms and loving embrace. It made Draco's heart flutter in his chest as he knew his own kisses made him relax and calm down.

Draco backed them both up to the nearest wall he could find and pinned Harry to it as he kissed him, and that's when the kissing intensified. Tongues were soon in battle with each other, and after long seconds, the person who gained entrance was Draco. He slipped his tongue past Harry's warm lips and into Harry's mouth, caressing Harry's tongue with love and passion.

As soon as a couple of minutes of snogging was over, they pulled back with red-chapped lips. Harry got his wand out from his pocket and cast a "Tempus!" showing it was around 4:36 pm, close enough to dinner time. "We should go and get some dinner. I'm exhausted and hungry from all the talking and explaining."

Draco smiled with a nod and went with Harry out of the room. He intertwined his hand with Harry's and cheekily asked, "Are you sure you're not hungry from the snogging and not for a certain someone?"

Harry snorted at Draco's weird comment and wished he never asked the Slytherin that. He admits to himself that yes, he would like to swallow Draco but just not right now. "Wow, Draco. Just... wow..." Draco kept the smirk on his lips and kissed Harry's cheek.

They both headed out of the library and to the kitchens. As they neared the portrait of a bowl of fruit, Harry looked around for oncoming students and when the coast was clear he tickled the pear. The portrait swung open, so Harry and Draco entered. The first house-elf they came across was of course Dobby.

Dobby looked up at the two boys and his eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "Master Harry Potter and Draco," he beamed excitedly. "How can Dobby serve Mister Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy?"

Harry smiled down at Dobby. "Hello, Dobby," he greeted his house-elf friend with kindness. "We're here to get dinner on the go." He looked beside him at the handsome blonde Slytherin and poked Draco on the arm. "What do you want for dinner, Master Draco?"

Draco shrugged and felt something in his pants twitch because of the title Harry gave him. "Anything you want," he replied with a hard smile, trying to hold down his lust for his boyfriend.

"Alright," Harry said and thought about a certain food he liked. As soon as a meal came into his head he looked back down at Dobby. "Are you able to make salad wraps? Also, can you get us some hot chocolate in a cup to-go."

"Of course, Harry Potter sir," said Dobby with a happy nod. "Is that all Dobby can give you?"

"Yes, that would be all, thank you," Harry said sincerely. He then hesitated, wondering if Dobby would go out of the way to put the dinner into separate containers. "When you make them, can you please put them in a container as we'll be taking them someplace else to eat? Same with the hot chocolates."

Dobby bowed down, his long nose almost touching the floor. "Dobby will do that for the two sirs." He then started walking further into the kitchens with a little skip of his small feet.

Harry sighed at the title Dobby gave him. "Oh, and Dobby?" He watched as Dobby turned around slowly to look back up at him with wide light green eyes. "Please, just call me Harry. Not master. Just Harry. That's an order." Dobby nodded excitedly and made his way into the kitchens to start making the meals.

Draco led Harry to the long table in the kitchen and sat down with Harry, grinding his teeth a little as his arse came into contact with hard chairs. He looked to his side at his boyfriend and admired Harry. He raised his arm and brushed a strand of Harry's hair from his eyes, "You know I love you, right?" He had to remind Harry.

Harry nodded slightly with an adored smile, feeling himself blush just the way Draco said that to him. "Oh, I have a feeling you do." He smiled lovingly at Draco and rubbed his thumb over Draco's cheek. "I also know that it's true." If the blonde didn't love him he knew Draco would have never agreed to go on dates with him. He cupped Draco's cheeks with both hands and leaned in for a passionate kiss. But as they both heard little feet running up to them, they immediately pulled out of the kiss, blushing as they had been caught.

As soon as Dobby came rushing into the kitchens, with a floating container and 2 thermos flasks behind him, Harry and Draco stood up from the stool almost excitedly as they were eager to get out of the kitchen and head back to the room. Harry grabbed the container from out of the air and one thermos flask and looked down at the house-elf. "Thank you, Dobby. This is much appreciated," he said in a quick voice as Draco grabbed the other thermos flask of hot chocolate from in the air.

Dobby bowed again. "It's Dobby's pleasure, M- Harry," he stuttered and rushed away back into the kitchens, disappearing from sight.

Harry smiled at the elf's leaving figure, grabbed Draco's free hand, and pulled him out of the kitchens. Draco steadied himself so he wouldn't fall over and followed Harry out. They rushed back to the library and into its secret room.

Harry shut the door of the secret library room immediately and placed the container and his hot chocolate on the table beside the couch. "Glad to be back here, and I am starved," he said, sitting down on the couch and opening the container to unleash the smell of salad wraps with Peri-Peri chicken. He looked up at Draco who came and joined him at the couch, smelling the dinner and hot chocolate.

Harry grabbed a peri-peri chicken wrap and took a bite from it. He groaned at how good the wrap tasted. It was delightful! How are elves so good at making delicious food?

Draco chuckled at his boyfriend and his cute noises. He decided to grab a wrap and taste it for himself. He absolutely loved the wrap, the spiciness just made it a whole lot better. Draco noticed a bit of mayonnaise had dropped onto Harry's new shirt. He sighed, placed his wrap down in the container and crawled over to Harry. He looked Harry in the eye and leaned down, licking the mayonnaise off as it was an expensive shirt Harry was wearing. He felt the need to just take off Harry's shirt and just start kissing, licking, and biting Harry all over his chest.

Harry watched Draco lick the mayo off his shirt. It was extremely hot. He pictured Draco licking him with that beautiful tongue. He accidentally squeezed his wrap and mayo had run down onto his fingers.

"Harry, Harry. So messy," Draco grabbed Harry's hand and started licking the mayonnaise off of Harry's fingers. Harry watched him in amusement, watching as Draco licked off every bit of mayo from his fingers and oh Merlin, it's just so hot. Draco then started sucking on Harry's fingers, one by one. Harry shifted in his seat and tried to distract himself by taking another bite from his wrap, but it was no use.

Draco looked up at Harry from where he continued sucking on his fingers and noticed he had some mayonnaise on his lip. He leaned forward with a smile and licked it off Harry's lip. Harry chucked his half-eaten wrap back in the container, grabbed onto Draco's shirt and pulled him forward into a kiss. Lips and teeth mashed together. Draco pushed Harry further and further down onto the couch. Harry could taste mayo, chicken and Draco and just wanted more. By the time they finished kissing, hearts were beating fast and hard against their chests and lips were swollen and red.

"That was so bloody hot," Draco said, panting and moving back to where he originally sat. He grabbed his wrap from the container and took a distracting bite from it to stop the urge to pin Harry down onto the couch and make love to him.

Harry grabbed his wrap from the container but noticed it was a bit loose and had lettuce falling out of it so he just picked at it. "Ditto, but all our snogging sessions and love-making are hot," he said as he pulled out a long string of lettuce, tilted his head back and lowered it into his mouth.

Draco smirked at that comment, knowing very well that it was true and he watched Harry eat the string of lettuce in such a weird way. "Exactly!" he said, distracted as he watched Harry do the same thing with a slice of tomato.

As soon as Harry finished off his wrap, he began taking sips of the hot chocolate from the thermos. "Mmm," he mumbles, loving the taste of the chocolate. When was the last time he had chocolate? A very long time ago. Well, not since Valentine's Day. "I haven't had chocolate in so long."

Draco raised an eyebrow curiously at the information he had received from Harry. "What?" he asked in disbelief and hoped to Merlin that Harry would have had some form of chocolate during the school year. "How come?"

Harry shrugged. "Well, there's the Dursleys, and I don't really eat sweets anymore," he said, feeling the sadness try to push him back down. He felt a hand on his knee and looked up into glittering grey eyes; the physical contact made Harry able to push the sadness away that's trying to get to his head. He smiled at Draco and took another sip of the hot chocolate.

Draco felt the need to just send these Muggles to Azkaban, or whatever Muggle prison there is. How dare they not treat Harry equally and give him the things this Dudley dude gets. He smiled back at Harry, grabbed a hold of his hand, and kissed his knuckles.

Harry crawled his way across the couch to Draco and laid down on him. Draco put an arm around Harry as he finished eating his wrap and kissed Harry's forehead. Harry took another sip of his hot chocolate and sighed happily; glad he has Draco in his life to love him as much as he could love him. He looked up at Draco and gave him a quick kiss on the chin.

Draco smiled lovingly down at Harry and leaned down for a slow kiss. Harry placed the thermos flask down on the floor next to the couch and kissed back softly, tasting chocolate, cream, and Draco. The snogging became more intense and harder. Harry broke out of the kiss and turned his body around, so he was on top of Draco. He moved closer to Draco, wrapped his legs around Draco's waist and hugged him. Draco snaked his arms around Harry to tighten the hug.

They stayed like that for a few minutes but then Harry unlatched his arms around his boyfriend and moved them up and around Draco's neck. Harry closed his eyes and kissed Draco, running his tongue against Draco's lips. Draco opened his mouth and their tongues twinned together and Harry let out a moan of pleasure. Kissing Draco felt wonderful, he was so soft, chapped, and gentle. Harry pulled away and licked his lips, loving the taste of Draco in his mouth. "That was wonderful!" he whispered softly and opened his eyes.

"It better have been!" Draco replied and saying that made Harry laugh softly. Draco smirked at him. "Although, it doesn't take much to please the Wizarding World's Chosen One now, does it?"

"Oh, piss off you absolute twat," Harry responded gently, raising an arm and covering his eyes as he snorted. "You tosser." Before Draco could respond, Harry leaned forward and closed the gap between them again. Draco immediately kissed back, parting his lips slightly as an indication of what he wanted, and Harry fulfilled it. As soon as they both needed air they pulled out, lips red and swollen from the intimate kissing.

"You're such a tease," Draco said with a roll of his eyes as he tried to lean back in to get another kiss from Harry but the Gryffindor chuckled and Draco rolled his eyes again. If Harry wasn't going to let him give him kisses one way then he'll try another way. He kissed Harry's cheek first, then started kissing down his face down to his cheekbones. Harry leaned his head back, letting Draco kiss his skin.

Draco left a trail of kisses down Harry's jawbones to his neck, he also started unbuttoning Harry's shirt and yanked it open. He stared down at Harry's bare chest and smiled. Harry helped to get his shirt off and chucked it on the floor. He also tried to pull Draco's shirt off, but Draco pulled off his own shirt with ease and threw it across the room with a smirk.

"Much better," Harry mumbled, staring hungrily into Draco's warm silver eyes. Draco leaned back over to Harry's neck, continuing to kiss his neck but the last kiss on Harry's neck turned into a love bite.

Harry inhaled deeply at the feel of his lovers teeth sinking into his neck. Draco then sucked on the sweet spot on Harry's neck, he heard Harry let out a moan and smiled, he started biting down at Harry's sweet spot as well as slowly grinding himself on Harry. Harry flinched and loved the pleasure that the bite brings to him, even if it stung a little. He let out a whimper as he felt Draco sink his teeth into his neck just like a vampire would but he didn't feel any sharp pointy fangs or anything. "God, Draco," he moaned. Draco loved hearing his name being moaned out by Harry and bit down harder, knowing the area on Harry's neck he's been paying great attention to will be red and sore. Maybe too sore... He quickly leaned back in worry and cupped his mouth with his hand, "Shoot! I'm so sorry, Harry."

Harry bit his lip and sighed, loving how it made him feel. "I-it's okay, Draco. I loved it." He shifted his weight from on Draco to a much comfier space. Draco had to bite his lip hard to hold down his own grunt as Harry sat on his dick.

Draco ignored the feeling and hugged Harry, smelling his pine hair products and inhaling it like it was a rose. "Good," he whispered, biting down on that same spot again but softer. "Because pleasing the Chosen One can be marvellously tough!" He leaned back out to stare into shining emerald green eyes and Harry snorts as his answer before he closed the gap between him and Draco again, kissing him softly and tenderly before pulling apart and eyes fluttering open. 

"Twat," Harry mutters as he looked Draco up and down again, really liking what he sees, "I don't know how I came across you, I don't even know how you even like me back. Your just so perfect." His eyes trailed down as he said each word, "Perfect hair, skin, lips, body."

Draco blushed at the compliments and smiled back into those emerald green eyes he loves. "You are on the light side, always seeing the kindness in people and that's why I love you. As well as your gorgeous looks, of course. Nobody could beat how handsome you are, Harry James Potter. Well, besides me, of course. I'm flawless!" He ran a hand through his blonde hair, grinning proudly. Harry rolls his eyes, although is enjoying Draco showing off. "You're just lucky you came across me. I'm your destiny."

Harry leaned in and kissed Draco again, running his tongue across Draco's bottom lip for entrance. Draco smiled into the kiss and opened his mouth, giving Harry access. Harry, of course, entered his tongue in Draco's mouth and caressed Draco's tongue, tasting him once again and wanting more. Eventually, they broke away, lips still bright red and swollen, staring into each other's eyes.

Harry looked up at Draco and started kissing his neck. Draco leaned against the couch and tilted his head back, feeling Harry still kissing his neck which gave him tingles of pleasure all over. Harry slowly rubbed against Draco's pants, knowing exactly what he's doing and what he wants up his arse.

Draco began breathing heavily as he could feel an erection start. "Merlin's beard, Harry!" biting his lip hard over a moan. But he just doesn't think he can have sex with Harry today. He wants to, to be inside Harry and making love with him but he still feels sore in his arse.

Harry laughed as felt his own erection start. "Sorry," he whispered and kissed the Slytherin's neck again. Draco bit his lip harder and Harry continued with the trail of soft kisses around Draco's neck until he found the sweet spot which he gently sucked down on as much as he could, eventually making it red. He bit down on the skin, hearing Draco moan quietly. He loved hearing the sound of Draco moaning, grunting and whatever else because of him. It was just so exciting, so pleasant, and so damned hot. 

Draco could feel Harry slowly rubbing against him still, even if his pants were very thick. "M-merlin, H-Harry!" he moaned, feeling his pants tighten almost painfuly. Harry stopped biting Draco's neck, leaned back, and started kissing Draco. The blonde didn't fight to gain control, he just did, grabbing a hold of Harry and flipping him over so he's on top and Harry is below him. They both panted at the sudden gesture and Draco immediately leaned in, ending the space between them. Harry wrapped his legs around Draco, pulling him closer.

Draco cupped Harry's left cheek with his left hand and slowly moved his right hand down Harry's body from his neck to his waist. Draco licked Harry's bottom lip, fighting for entrance and he easily got it. He pried Harry's mouth open with his own and inserted his tongue, exploring Harry's mouth and loving it. Draco let out a slow groan, Harry moaning the same.

Draco and Harry had jumped out of the kiss as they remembered about curfew. They both sighed, wanting to spend more time together sometime. Draco leaned down for one last kiss before pulling out and getting up off the couch. He held out his hand for Harry to take, and Harry grabbed onto Draco's hand and was pulled up onto his feet, his nose was only inches away from Draco's. He looked at Draco's neck, seeing red love bites made by him. He smiled as it'll probably be seen by many people quite soon. "You've got nice love bites on your neck, you know."

Draco blushed; he knew Pansy and Ivy would have a fit of excitement if they see the marks. "And who's fault is that, Harry?" he said, smirking, and also seeing his own love marks planted on Harry's neck. "You also have them, but I tend to keep them on you as you look absolutely stunning with them. They're my mark of love."

Harry nearly snorted at the compliment. "Same with you, my love," he said, letting out a happy sigh. "But we must get to our dorms. I'm sure Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus are going to worry about my whereabouts from... you know, that night. I don't want them to worry so much about me."

Draco kept the smirk on his lips, but it then turned into a smile. "Yeah, it is better not to keep them waiting," he said as he reached up and twirled one of Harry's locks of hair around his finger. Harry smiled lovingly and grabbed his shirt from on the floor and pulled it on. He also tossed Draco's shirt to the Slytherin. Draco managed to grab his flying shirt with his seeker skills and pull it on.

Harry walked back towards the door. He then turned around and looked down at Draco's right hand. The nice black Malfoy ring shone a little, and Harry admired it. He grabbed Draco's hand and brought it up to his face. He placed a kiss to the Malfoy symbol on the ring, and Draco just smiled down at him.

"I like the Malfoy ring, but then again, I don't like it," Draco tells him flatly, and Harry looks at him in disbelief. He looks down at his ring, twirling it around his finger. "When I mean that, I say being a Malfoy, having expectations, having to act a certain way." When Harry let go of his hand, he walked over to the enchanted window and watched as the rain started pouring down over the treetops of a forest. Harry walked over to Draco and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder which Draco then kissed Harry's hand and sighed. "I don't want to act like somebody I'm not. I want to be myself. Have freedom. Live life to the best I can."

Harry walked around Draco until he was in front of him. He intertwined his and Draco's hands together. "I understand that, I also want happiness for you and I'm sure your father wants what's best for you too. You don't have to act anymore though; you should be yourself no matter what anybody says."

Draco smiled lovingly at Harry. He loves Harry's little compliments and positive speeches towards him. "This is why I love you, Harry," he says while bringing their intertwined hands up to shoulder height and he leaned down to kiss Harry's knuckles. "Always seeing the good in people and telling them how great they are."

Harry smiled and tilted his head to the side, brushing his cheek against his shoulder to get rid of an itch. He didn't want to itch as his hands were busy holding perfection. "This is also why I love you, Draco," he says sweetly and swung their twined hands back and forth. "Telling me how amazing I am with my traits and characteristics, my flaws and everything. Always sticking by my side on my darkest and hardest of days. You've been able to help me feel better a lot and I adore it." Then he hesitated, knowing he must get back to the Gryffindor common room. "Now, we better head off to our dorms."

Draco sighed, grabbed the empty container and the thermos flasks. He followed Harry out of the secret room and out of the Library. They peeked their heads out of the large Library doors, Draco looked into Harry's stunning emerald green eyes and leaned in to kiss him.

Snape noticed the two as soon as he was about to head off to the dungeons. He looked at the two in pure disgust but managed to keep a straight face. He's not homophobic, no. He questions his sexuality and has done for a while since he was a teenager. He just doesn't know what he likes in people.

He strode over to the boys with a sneer, knowing he'll have to get used to seeing them together. "Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy, enough Snogging and head to your house dorms!" he snapped at them. Harry and Draco immediately broke away from the kiss, looked up at their Potions Professor and departed ways.

Snape watched his Godson head towards the Slytherin Dungeons. He was thankful the boy finally admitted his feelings for Potter even if it was ages ago. All the unnesessary ranting about Potter from his godson and how he's so 'wonderful' and other words he does not use in his daily vocabulary as they are too... weak and unusable.

*****

That night, Harry lay in bed thinking about the fun he had with Draco in the library's secret room. The intense snogging and love biting, it was all so much. Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as Seamus and Dean came rushing into the dorm room snogging and slowly taking their clothes off. Ron was down in the common room, Harry knew. Harry just sat there, frozen to his bed, not knowing if he should say something for them to know of his presence in the room. As soon as he saw Dean about to take his pants off, Harry cleared his throat with a cough. 

Seamus and Dean looked over at Harry and deep blushes then appeared on their faces as they were apparently about to shag in front of Harry. How mortifying! "I-, we-, m," Seamus stuttered awkwardly, looking from Harry to Dean and back to Harry.

"Sorry, Harry," Dean said and ran a hand through his short hair gawky, a blush clearly formed on his chocolate brown skin. He couldn't believe what he and Seamus nearly got themselves into and who would have seen the whole show.

Harry sheepishly smiles at the two boys and sighed. He gave them a dismissed hand wave, telling them it's okay. But he had to say it verbally so they understood. "It's alright, I get what it's like when you want to... you know."

Dean cleared his throat and sat down beside Seamus, forgetting he was half-naked. When he saw Harry pull down the collar of his shirt, he saw love bites. Hickeys. "Nice hickeys, Harry," he said while a smirk appeared on his face. It seems like he and Seamus weren't the only ones getting into sexual activities with their lovers.

"Draco did that to ye?" Seamus asked with bulging eyes as he then saw the love bites on Harry's exposed neck. He's been given a few by Dean but it was a long time ago. A few months ago to be precise.

Harry froze as he hadn't realized he was showing what Draco gave him but then nodded with a guilty smile as he had nothing to hide. They both knew he and Draco had shagged in this very room while they were present but surrounded by privacy charms. "I also gave him one too."

Seamus smirked and gave Dean a slow kiss on the neck. "Ye know, ye're allowed to give me love bites whenever ye want to," he said to Dean, almost purring. He collapses down in bed, wanting to get back to what they tried to start. Dean smirked and closed the curtains around him and Seamus.

"Oh, boy..." Harry whispered to himself, hoping he won't be hearing anything too weird. He hoped they would use privacy charms, so he closed the curtains around himself and lay in bed, managing to drift off into sleep.

*****

Harry was down in the common room early that morning reading the final chapters of 'The Hunger Games MockingJay' which Hermione let him borrow. He was the only one in the common room and he liked it that way, but then he heard someone sit down on one of the armchairs beside him. He slowly looked up from his book at Hermione. "Oh, hello Hermione," he said with a forced smile.

Hermione returned the smile, but a real one. "Hello, Harry," she said and stares down at her book in Harry's hands. "How's the book? Are you liking it?"

"Oh," Harry said blankly. But he does like the book. He wishes he could put himself in a book sometimes so he can see it like a movie, but he knows that would be pretty dangerous. "Yes, actually. I'm really enjoying the book. It's so interesting, what these teens have to... compete in. I almost feel sorry for them."

"That's good," Hermione said softly. She's glad Harry likes the book. She then saw the most interesting but concerning thing on Harry. Well, on his neck. "Um, Harry? What's that on your neck?" she asked worriedly, looking at the slightly visible red mark on Harry's neck.

Harry pulled down his collar, wishing he could see it himself but he had no mirror. He wanted to see the bite of love Draco gave him, branded him with. It means he is Draco's, and it shows it clearly. "Oh, it's a bite mark."

Hermione gasped in concern. How could this be? Dumbledore would never let a vampire roam the castle unseen."Harry, don't tell me there are vampires-"

Harry chuckled, thinking about a Vampire version of Draco. Even though he is pale-ish, but not too pale, and has silver to grey eyes like the shining moon. He sighed, but no matter what creature Draco would be, he'll always be as hot as the sun. "No, no. No vampires," he told her. "Unless you count Draco as a vampire."

Hermione cupped her hand over her mouth in surprise. She was not ready to here this. Well, she was. But this just surprised her."Merlin, Harry..." she gasps, "he gave you a... a hickey?" 

Harry nodded; being branded by Draco felt so... incredible. "Yeah," he said and wondered if he should tell her about his experiences with Draco or if he should keep it a secret. He thought that maybe he should just ask her random questions, to start a conversation since he doesn't really talk to her that often unless he needs her to look through his essays before handing them into his Professors. He's mostly always with Draco.  "But the thing is, I think Draco and I are going too far in the relationship." He sounded quite honest as if he doesn't need to try and fake it in front of her.

Hermione raised an eyebrow curiously. Why would Harry think that? "How so, Harry?" she asked him softly, leaning towards him a little to hear about this important information. She'll help Harry out with anything he needs.

Harry sighed and wondered how he could say this. "Well, he and I have come pretty far already," he decided to say. "From just snogging, to intense snogging and now love bites? What's next?"

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said and gave a little giggle. He should know this already. "I'm pretty sure you know what's next," she said with a wink towards him.

"Hermione!" Harry snapped awkwardly at her but in a whisper. He did not want to talk about sex right now or he would think about Draco and it would turn him on then he would have to find Draco and have sex with him just to release his sexual feelings towards Draco. He was already getting hard from just thinking of Draco naked.

"What?" Hermione said with a grin on her lips. She didn't really want to talk about this topic but she will for her friends even if they're guys. "It is true, Harry. Is it not?"

Harry nodded slightly, she was right about that. "I'm just hoping we haven't come too far," was all he could say to her right now. When he is ready he will tell her about his sexual experiences with Draco. Only the first one, not all of them obviously.

Hermione shook her head, her hair flowing side to side from the gesture. "You haven't come too far, Harry," she told him softly and was glad she and Harry were having this conversation. "Just go at your own pace. It's the best advice I can give you."

Harry gave Hermione a thankful smile. "Thanks, Hermione," he said while looking out the window to distract his mind from Draco's cock. God, he was hard now. Bloody Hell. The sun was shining heavily through the windows as he was looking out at the valley of mountains in the distance.

"It's not a problem at all, Harry," Hermione said as she stood up from the armchair with a smile, not noticing the growing bulge in Harry's pants. "Now, we have Charms first and then I have Arithmancy."

Harry sighed, looked back over at Hermione, and got up from the armchair he sat in. "I know," he told her and knew he would be staring at Draco all lesson and thinking of his dripping cock entering his mouth and filling his mouth up with delicious salty-sweet semen. "We best be off then." Hermione nodded and made her way to the portrait with Harry by her side. They had no idea where Ron was but guessed he was with Blaise somewhere.

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As Harry walked into supper with Ron and Hermione, he could feel every pair of eyes upon him. It was no wonder that news of what had happened in Divination spread throughout the school that afternoon. The room was uncomfortably quiet as they walked to the Gryffindor table towards their normal places. As they sat, the room exploded into a hive of excited conversation. Harry ignored it all and looked up at the Slytherin table. Draco got up from his seat and came to join Harry, Ron, and Hermione at the Gryffindor table.

Harry had spent the whole afternoon in Dumbledore's office and was still shocked at what he had learned. Snape was or was actually a Death Eater. The screaming still echoed in his head as Pettigrew was tortured. Harry wanted to get a quick look at Neville. It was a shock to find out what had happened to Neville's parents.

Hermione looked at Harry worriedly. She's noticed the lack of hunger with Harry for a while now. Her suspicion had raised a lot but she knew he was starting to eat again. "You really need to eat something, Harry," she said in a serious voice. "Especially when the third task is nearing."

Harry never felt less like eating but at least it would give him something to do and he didn't want Draco, Ron, or Hermione worrying about him. Eating distracted his mind from the Divination lesson and what took place and happened during the lesson.

Speaking of Draco, he just sat down next to Harry and intertwined his and Harry's hands together. "Good afternoon, Harry," Draco said, smiling and rubbing small circles with his thumb over Harry's hand. "Are you all right? I heard about what happened in Divination."

Harry nodded. God. Why must the Divination incident always come up? He didn't want to lie but he also didn't want to talk about it. "I'm absolutely, positively great!" he lied his happiness, trying not to sound sarcastic, sad, or hurt.

Draco sighed at Harry's obvious lie. He placed an arm around Harry's waist, and Harry leaned into Draco's embrace. He kissed Harry's cheek just to try and make him feel better. By the dull look in Harry's eye, he could tell Harry wasn't okay. "All right, but if you ever need to talk-"

"I said I'm fine!" Harry snapped, wanting to just leave and go somewhere alone. Everyone around him at the table stopped what they were doing and looked at him. It was only a few people, and Harry's friends. Not the entire Great Hall. He squeezed Draco's hand softly back, knowing how rude he sounded and looked up at Draco with an apologetic frown. "I'm sorry for snapping. It's just... I don't want to talk about that class right now. Perhaps later I could talk... maybe."

Draco gave Harry's hand a little comforting squeeze back and smiled. "It's quite all right, Harry," he assured him, not at all angry that Harry was in a mood and snapped at him. "You can talk to me about it whenever you want, whenever you're ready."

Seamus butted into the conversation, leaning towards Harry with a grin on his face. He was in the best view of Harry in Divination so he saw everything but didn't know what had happened besides Harry fainting in class. "So, Harry. What in Merlin's name happened in class?"

Harry looked beside him at Seamus and narrowed his eyes. Why must Seamus always become curious and butt into conversations he isn't supposed to? Draco squeezed Harry's hand softly again. "Sod off, Finnegan!" the Slytherin snapped at Harry's defence. "You don't know how Harry's feeling right now!"

Seamus was about to say something off but remembered a couple of nights ago when Harry disappeared. It was the night Harry ran to the Astronomy tower. He ignored Draco and frowned at Harry. "Sorry, Harry," he apologised, instantly regretting what he had done as he knew about Harry's state. "I wasn't thinking straight. I was just curious."

"It's fine, Seamus," Harry responded flatly, staring blankly down at a bowl of croissants in front of him. He just can't believe he practically fainted in class in front of everyone and woke up in a jolt like he was possessed. "You have every reason to be curious."

Seamus' frown turned into a small smile. He grabbed a cup of Pumpkin juice and took a small sip. "Especially since I've been yer dorm mate for years," he added vigorously. "I know what yer nightmares are like, Harry, and that one was very concerning."

"Just please, come off it," Harry said wistfully to his dorm mate. He looked away and down at his plate which Draco was adding food to. He thanked him just by leaning his head on his shoulder. It wasn't really a gratifying thing to do but it's all he could do right now. "I don't want to talk about it." He looked up at Draco through his glasses and asked, "Can we go someplace alone, please?"

Draco was about to agree to the question but noticed something odd but familiar; Harry wasn't eating anything, nothing at all so he put a few more roast potatoes on Harry's plate. "No, not until you eat something," he said sternly and grabbed the fork next to Harry's plate. He will feed Harry if he must.

Harry stole his fork back from Draco and stabbed his fork in a piece of broccoli. He shoved it in his mouth with a frown on his face. "Happy?" he asked after eating and swallowing the vegetable. Draco shook his head and Harry knew he had to eat more than a vegetable. Harry stabbed his fork into a roast potato and ate it slowly.

Draco frowned, forgetting how hard it is to actually feed Harry when he's in this state. It's like trying to feed an energetic Puppy Crup for the first time, not that he's ever tried that. "Try to at least eat half of the vegetables and half of the chicken I gave you, Harry."

Harry stabbed his fork in a roasted carrot. "I can try, I just don't feel like eating," he admitted half-heartedly and now wished he was up in the dormitory alone with the drapes covering him on his bed.

Draco snatched the fork out of Harry's hand with the carrot still on it and lifted it to Harry's lips. "Open your mouth, Harry," he told him steadfastly and pressed the carrot to Harry's lips. "I'll literally feed you.'"

Harry felt his face burn up with embarrassment. It had been months since Draco had last fed him. He quickly took a bite from the carrot so people wouldn't turn to look at him with odd looks on their faces. "Give me that!" He spat quietly with the soft carrot in his mouth. Draco knew Harry wouldn't be able to eat so he would just have to embarrass him by feeding him.

After everyone had finished eating, they filed out of the Great Hall. Harry and Draco were one of the last to leave. "Did you want to spend the night together, Harry?" Draco asked with a smile as they and a few other people were left in the Great Hall so the chatter was dying down. "So, you can tell me about what happened during Divination."

Harry nodded blankly at the ground as he and Draco got up from the Gryffindor table and walked out of the Great Hall. All he could make out where they were going was up. The trip to the seventh floor seemed to go by in just a minute to Harry as he was too deep in his train of thought. When he stopped, he didn't even realize he was standing at the familiar wall which had a door open up. How did they get here so fast? He only slightly felt Draco's warm hand intertwined with his own, and he heard Draco mutter under his breath.

Draco could always see the dull and empty look in Harry's eyes, it was extremely worrying and concerning, and he watched as Harry walked into the room, almost like he was floating and sat down at the round midnight blue table with puffy chairs. He had asked for a cozy dark room. Draco decided to join Harry at the table and kept a close eye on him and his familiar gloomy depressed behaviour. "Harry?" he asked in a gentle voice, a voice in which it was like he was talking to a baby, and he sat up straight as he viewed Harry's features which lacked expressions.

Harry crossed his arms on the table and lay his chin on his arms. He liked this silence in the room, besides the smell of the candle, the little creaks in the room, and the sound of Draco breathing next to him. He looked up at the blonde when his name was called and said in a tired voice, "Yeah?"

Draco reached over and laid his hand over Harry's while he stared into those familiar empty green eyes. "Talk to me, Harry, please?" he asked of him, frowning and wishing he could do something to help Harry get rid of his depression for a while. "What happened during class?"

Harry just sat there staring at the candle in the middle of the table. It was a nice little candle with a glow of the flame that reminded Harry of the lustful glow in Draco's eyes as he rams that beautiful cock up his arse and fills Harry's body with shivers of pleasure. "I fell asleep during Divination, woke up from a nightmare and suffered through a headache," he told the Slytherin to get those sexual thoughts out of his head. He felt dirty to even think such things. "That pretty much summed up the whole lesson."

Draco nodded sadly. He wished he was there with Harry so he could help him. "I'm sorry you have to have these nightmares alone, Harry," he said just to tell Harry he was not alone in this. "I wish I knew how to help you fight them. I may not understand what you are going through and how you feel, but I'm here for you every step of the way."

Harry looked up at Draco and gave a small forced smile. He knows Draco's there for him, but a lot of the time he just wants to suffer alone. "I know, and thank you, Draco."

Draco leaned over and kissed Harry's forehead. "You are welcome," he said as he got up from the seat and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders, who still was seated on the chair. "Now, I'm going to have a shower. Are you coming?" When Harry nods, he smiles.

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To their left was a white door that they hadn't noticed at all when they came in earlier when all that was on their minds at the time was somewhere to sit down and relax.

Once they were both in the bathroom, they slowly took off their own clothes with ease. They just only noticed the bathroom had candles on the sinks, enchanted windowsills, and the bathtub. It just made the room seem more romantic as all that lit the room up were candles.

Harry looked Draco and up and down with a smile, and Draco blushed a dark shade of red and smiled at his boyfriend. He can admit that Draco's handsome face, pretty eyes, tight ass, are just amazing to look at. What caught Harry off guard was when he looked down at his own faint cuts on his arms. Dang, it! He forgot to spell the cuts away. He tried to ignore the cuts, hopped into the shower, and turned the taps on.

As Draco saw the familiar cuts on Harry's arm and the new ones he hadn't noticed before, he furrowed his eyebrows in worry and hopped in the shower with Harry. He felt the water shower down on him like he was in a rainstorm. The water droplets just made Harry look depressingly hot as his emerald green eyes shined in the dim-lit candlelight. He intertwined his and Harry's hands together and brought Harry's hand up to his mouth. He trailed kisses down Harry's hand and down his arm, ignoring the weird feeling of the cuts under his lips.

Harry felt a little weird having Draco kiss his cuts, but it sure was sexy in some kind of way. At first, he thought that he should have yanked his hand back but having Draco know about his problem helped him in some way. Harry stared into those loving silver eyes and those silver eyes stared right back. He closed the distance between him and Draco, slowly wrapping his arms around Draco's back.

He could feel Draco also snaking his arms around his back and pulling him closer. They both inhaled a quick sharp breath as both of their dicks touched one another as if it was their first time. But it wasn't. Harry moved the thought aside and continued kissing Draco passionately under the raining shower. He moved his hands up Draco's back and ran his hands through Draco's soft silky hair, messing it up completely.

Draco's then took over the kiss, running his hand up Harry's back and through his already messy hair but loving how soft Harry's hair is when tangled around his fingers. He slowly backed Harry up against the wall of the shower. One hand slid down Harry's cheek, down to his neck and all the way down to his thigh. Draco held onto Harry's thigh with that one hand, the other hand is still tangled in Harry's hair. Draco ran his tongue across Harry's bottom lip, asking and wanting entrance.

As Harry opened his mouth, Draco immediately entered his tongue in Harry's mouth. He pushed himself against Harry some more, slightly rubbing his dick against Harry's. They both moaned in the kiss from the contact they were making from their dicks. Draco decided to slow down and pull out of the kiss, anything shagging related he'd rather do in a comfy warm bed and not in some shower. He kissed Harry's forehead and whispered, "Stay here."

Harry nodded and started washing his body, wondering what Draco was going to do. Draco hoped out of the shower to retrieve his wand from his robe pocket, he then hopped back in the shower, muttered a familiar body wash charm that Harry remembers around the shower and watched as a slight purple mist came out of nowhere and made the shower smell like Vanilla. He then placed his wand down on the soap holder.

Harry smelt the air in the shower and sighed deeply. He looked over at the soap holder with the lonely cream coloured soap bar he unwrapped weeks and weeks ago when he last had a shower in here. He liked this new magical way of washing yourself, but he preferred doing it the muggle way. He grabbed the bar of soap which was now dry and rubbed his hands over it under the water. He started rubbing the soap over his skin, but as he reached his shoulder blades, he felt a hand grab at his own hand.

"Want me to help?" Draco asked, already grabbing the soap from Harry's hands and he watches as Harry's cheeks become a little red. He smiles with adoration, thinking how cute Harry looks when embarrassed.

"Uh, sure," Harry said with an embarrassed smile. He felt the soap bar slide across his shoulders, down his back and around his sides. It was quite comforting having Draco wash him, but if Draco went a little further down... that would just be too awkward. Washing himself and his private areas are kind of private, and even if Draco's seen all of him naked and raw, it would be a bit too awkward if Draco were to wash him down there. "Did you want me to do you too?" He knew what he said sounded very sexual. He didn't mind at all.

"No need," Draco said as he shook his head and scrubbed the soap up Harry's stomach and over Harry's bare chest. It was quite a delicious sight to see, washing Harry like this. "I'm good with the magical way of washing myself." He smirked at what it sounded like Harry wanted to do to him and oh, how he really wanted that.

Harry sighed in relief, but the thought of washing Draco did cross his mind. "Okay, then... I think we've been in the shower for too long," he then said after feeling that soap trail down his back. He's already washed his entire body anyway. May as well head to bed," he said and felt a little eager. He definitely wanted to head to bed and he wanted to be in bed with Draco again, naked, and sleeping with him for the night.

"True and yes, we should head to bed," Draco said, and with a wink, the blush appeared back on Harry's face. He grabbed his wand from the soap holder, ran a hand through his wet hair, and walked out of the shower.

Harry turned off the taps and walked out of the shower. He grabbed a towel from the towel rack and dried himself off. He looked over at Draco who was drying his hair with a towel. He tried not to giggle at how fluffy and messy Draco's hair was compared to how it normally looked when it's styled and neat but couldn't keep the giggling inside himself.

Draco looked up at Harry with a warm smile and a shook his head at Harry's giggling, knowing it was about his hair. He headed into the bedroom, made his way to the bed, and got himself under the nice cosy warm sheets. He watched Harry exit the bathroom, his glasses slightly crooked on his nose. Draco thought that was sexy and he bit his lip. He moved to the right side of the bed so Harry could hop onto the left side. When Harry crawled up onto the bed, Draco snuggled up close to Harry, lay his head on Harry's chest and looked up at Harry, who was staring back at him. "I bet Rowena would have a fit if she saw us in her bed."

"Yeah," Harry said, staring at the blonde mess of hair and silver eyes. "She probably would." Just this sight of Draco he was seeing could give him an erection. It was giving him an erection which he hoped Draco couldn't feel right now.

Draco brought up his hand from his side and started drawing patterns on Harry's chest with his finger. He just admired the rise and fall of Harry's chest as he drew random images and doodles on him. "I love you, Harry James Potter."

"I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy," Harry said and relaxed at the gesture with a happy sigh. He was loving this moment no matter if he did humiliate himself in front of his classmates in Divination. The feel of Draco's finger doodling invisible images on his chest was entrancing but his mind began to picture images of these fingers and hands touching him down in the spots where he is most sensitive. He suddenly blinked and in his eyes, Draco could see lust.

Draco smiled at Harry's lust-filled eyes and leaned forward, ending the space between them. Harry kissed back passionately, running his hands through Draco's hair, and tugged on it. Draco asked hungrily for entrance to Harry's mouth, and without hesitation, he got it. He pried Harry's mouth open and entered his tongue in Harry's mouth, tasting him hungrily. Harry ran his hands down Draco's neck, gently trailed his fingers down Draco's back and over his spine. Draco moaned and twinned their tongues together.

Draco then started kissing down Harry's jawline, down his neck, to his chest, trailing kisses until he got to Harry's nipple that was closest to him. He rubbed at Harry's nipple with his thumb. He looked up at Harry and smirked, really liking how he was affecting Harry.

Harry hissed in pleasure. His skin was buzzing from the friction, a warm heat that spread outward down Harry's legs and up to his neck. Draco bit his lip at Harry's hiss and began licking Harry's nipple. Harry whimpered and felt himself harden. Draco kept going, liking the feel and taste of Harry on his tongue.

He then moved further down under the blankets and started kissing down Harry's stomach until he got to the point where he knew what was underneath the blankets. He crawled underneath the blankets, disappearing from Harry's sight and explored with his hands and mouth with kisses over Harry's lower body until he felt Harry's delicious erection.

He grabbed a hold of Harry's erection down by the base, attached his tongue to Harry's cock and licked upwards. He was delighted to hear Harry moan, and he gave him what he wanted by sliding his mouth over the head of Harry's cock and took in a few inches of delicious meaty flesh. His own erection was hard and needed attention, and he felt a little stream of warm precome leak out of him and onto his stomach. With a free hand, he removed the blanket from over him so Harry could watch him give love to his cock.

Harry was sweating by the time he looked down and saw Draco bobbing his blonde head up and down on his dick. The sight made him even more hard, and not only that, but the feel of Draco's saliva coating him and the feel and vibration of his cock hitting the back of Draco's throat. It was purely blissful the way Draco was taking all of him in his mouth. And he meant all of his cock, all the way down to the small black pubic course hairs.

The thought sounded dirty but Draco wanted to be chocked by Harry's prick. He wanted Harry to take over and thrust into his mouth with blinding force so only Draco could see a blur of Harry's stomach and pubic hair. That was a need for Draco, but that'll come some other time. His dick seemed to jerk in agreement at that thought.

He looked up at Harry through his blonde eyelashes as he continued his deep throating and was delighted by the look of Harry's flushed skin shiny with sweat, and that pink bottom lip being bitten down with such force that Draco knew marks would show in the morning. But this also was a sign, a sign that Harry was about to come.

Draco removed his mouth from Harry's dick which Harry whimpered his dissent, but Draco gave the head an affectionate kiss and a lick, making the corners of Harry's mouth twitch up. He leaned back and surprised Harry with his hand which still resided on the base of Harry's cock, and began to jerk him off roughly and frantically.

It didn't take Harry that long until he needed to let out everything he had. He let out a protracted moan and felt himself come all over his stomach and prick. Draco watched in amusement as the explosion of white hot sticky cum came spitting out of the little slit on Harry's dick like a water fountain. He then leaned down and started licking off Harry's cum, savouring the salty-sweetness on his tongue and in his mouth.

Harry looked down at Draco, he was still sweaty and breathing heavily from his release, and Draco looked like he was enjoying licking Harry clean. He noticed Draco had caught himself staring and winked at him. This is so fucking spectacular! He whimpered as Draco's tongue circled around the slit of his cock's head and so he laid his head back onto the pillows.

Draco teased Harry around the velvety head with his tongue for a few more moments which felt like hours before he slid his mouth down the side of Harry's fleshy cock. His exploring mouth reached the base of Harry's cock, and he stuffed his nose in Harry's groin which a groan, inhaling the raw smell of Harry that always turned him on and right now, he knows the running pool of his own semen is running down his thigh.

It made him move down further and spread Harry's legs further apart so he had more room to explore with his hungry mouth and tongue. He pushed Harry's cock into Harry's stomach and licked his lips as his mouth attached to Harry's balls. Harry's body jerked upwards, and Draco placed a hand on Harry's stomach to keep him down. He smirked and took Harry's balls in his mouth, sucking firmly on them and trying to take them all in his mouth. It wasn't impossible, but he knew his mouth couldn't be stretched that wide.

He pulled his mouth off Harry's balls and just affectionately licked them like a cat cleaning itself. His hand that was on Harry's stomach travelled down to the thick cock which Draco could tell was growing harder by the minute. Oh, Merlin. He leaked more onto his thigh as he looked up at Harry's cock which leaks pre-come, then to his own and sure enough there was a large wet sticky pool of semen on his stomach and thigh.

Harry shivered with pleasure as Draco breathed down on his wet cock, sending a wisp of hot air onto his hardening length. Draco's tongue was slow, and it trailed a wet trail of saliva up Harry's length, to the head, and back down again. Draco grabbed Harry by the legs and lifted him up so his arse was on show for him. Licking his lips in thought of tasting Harry's arse once again, he made that thought come true. He pushed his tongue out of his mouth and licked a path up Harry's crack, and Harry whimpered, arching his back up off the mattress. When his tongue reached Harry's entrance, he circled his tongue around and eventually pushed in.

Draco couldn't get enough of Harry's clean and fresh taste, and his saliva was pooling in his mouth, wanting to be spread around Harry's entrance and inserted inside. He pushed in another few inches, loving the moans and whimpers coming from Harry, and until his teeth grazed over Harry's sensitive skin. He pulled back, watching in diversion as Harry's entrance slowly close in.

He then crawled over to Harry with a genuine grin on his face, and Harry looked up at him, face still flushed from before. He sat in front of Harry's dick and leaned down towards Harry's face, giving Harry a long loving kiss and knowing Harry would taste himself on his lips. Harry decided to return the favour by slowly running his fingers from Draco's chin down his chest and down to his dick. Harry grabbed the base of Draco's dick and started rubbing his hand up and down the length slowly. He heard Draco moan in the kiss and continued at a painfully slow pace.

Draco broke out of the kiss, sat up and looked down at his dick being jerked by Harry's hand. God... he wanted it. Harry's hand felt so good on his dick, so amazing, and he was so wet down there from earlier. He's surprised he hasn't come yet since he leaked so much. As he saw Harry lean in for another kiss, he kissed back so eagerly and placed his hand over Harry's hand which was jerking his shaft and made Harry's hand go faster. He wanted to come now but he also wanted to come in Harry and fill him up. He batted Harry's hand away and patted the pillows beside him, gesturing Harry to lay down beside him.

Harry mirrored Draco's adoring smile and crawled up to the bed and lay down next to Draco. He rested his head on the comfy pillow and brushed a few strands of Draco's sweaty hair out of his eyes. Draco took a really long look at Harry, studying his beauty and perfection in the candle-lit bedroom. Harry was perfect, even though he suffers from things but to Draco, he was still so perfect. He blushed as he knew he's been staring at Harry for minutes, long minutes but he didn't care as he loved staring at this beautiful boy in front of him.

Draco moved on top of Harry, sitting on his waist. Staring deeply into pools of emeralds, he lean down and kissed the gorgeous boy underneath him. The kiss was passionate, needy, and eccentric all in one. He tangled his hands in Harry's soft messy hair, slowly trailing kisses from the Gryffindor's mouth and down to his jawbone. He hesitated and looked back up into warm pretty emerald green eyes. He travelled back to Harry's mouth, giving him wild kisses that made the raven-haired boy feel lightheaded and breathless. Harry's body trembled and arched under the Slytherin's.

Draco trailed kisses back down Harry's mouth to his throat, placing light kisses up and down his neck. Harry was becoming utterly lost in Draco's warm touches. Then the Slytherin descended to his neck and nuzzled it affectionately. Kissing his pulse point and dragging his warm tongue over the smooth arc where Harry's neck became Harry's shoulder. He sucked lightly at the spot.

Harry angled his head, giving his Slytherin boyfriend more access to the soft flesh on his throat. Moaning and panting while gripping Draco's hair with trembling fingers. Fuck it felt good. Harry could not be bothered to feel bad about the swear word as he just didn't care, he felt amazing.

"Merlin," Draco whispered as he tore himself from Harry's throat with a soft pop. "You're gorgeous. So, sodding perfect." One of the Slytherin's hands tangled themselves in Harry's hair and tugged backwards, making the Gryffindor expose his throat even more. Draco attached himself to Harry's throat once again. Sucking the throat's healthy side into blue and purple oblivion with the bruises he was sure to leave.

Harry only whimpered and arched up once again as his breath came out in small huffs of hot air. He couldn't see Draco as he damaged what was left of healthy skin on his throat. Right now, all that Harry could see was the dim dark blue ceiling above him. Not that he minded. Not really.

Harry gasped as Draco's hand that wasn't tangled in his hair gripped his hip with slight force. The hard hold making him burn all over. The Slytherin rocked hard against him, making the bed creak of the sudden drive. Harry whined into the dark room as the motion was repeated, the sudden friction wonderful beyond imagination.

Harry pressed up at the feeling and felt rough hands against his lower back. Draco pressed his forehead to Harry's as he pushed their torsos together slowly. Harry moaned. Draco smiled. This is perfect, the Gryffindor thought dimly.

Draco's hands slipped lower, abandoning Harry's back in favour of cupping his arse. Harry's hips collided with Draco's and he felt himself harden properly as he felt an equally enthusiastic response from the Slytherin.

"I love you," Draco breathed out and gave the raven-haired a rough thrust to emphasise. Harry had a hard time finding words as his mind was chanting out 'more, more, more' incoherently. He managed to focus on silver eyes drilling into his own emerald green ones and nodded.

Draco smiled at him; he rose from Harry with a knee on either side of his hips. He looked at him with something wild in his eyes as he leaned down and gave the raven-haired Gryffindor a slow kiss. Unhurried in opposite to every action so far. Harry allowed himself to be manipulated, his hands coming up to stroke Draco's broad shoulders.

Draco nudged Harry's legs with his knees, clearly telling the Gryffindor to spread them. Harry allowed his legs to fall open without a struggle. Draco kissed his jaw in approval before settling between his legs, still keeping distance with the help of his elbows on either side of Harry's head.

Draco stroked Harry's right thigh with fond movements. "Are you're going to wrap them around me?" He asked the black-haired boy underneath him. Harry closed his mouth and breathed deeply through his nose. Letting his eyes flutter close as he imagined the scene in front of him. Draco thrusting and his legs wrapped around those maddening hips. He swallowed soundly.

Draco smiled, "Alright. Turn around you beautiful wizard." Harry felt something tightening in his stomach at the thought. He wanted it, Merlin he did. But it wasn't like him to not put up at least a bit of a struggle, so he arched an eyebrow at the Slytherin and gave him a 'come-on' expression.

Draco smirked at him and thrusts their bodies and cocks together. "I recall viewing a position in that pamphlet Diggory gave you ages ago and I want to try it out," he said and leaned down to where his love bite was implanted onto Harry's neck, giving it a little affectionate bite.

Harry groaned and rolled himself over, so he was lying on his stomach. He felt fingers slide over his shoulder blade. Pressing him down onto the soft cushions. He tensed as he felt a warm hand caress his now exposed arse. Cupping his cheeks and squeezing affectionately. He moaned loudly into the pillow.

"Merlin, you got a pretty arse," Draco mumbled as Harry felt a hot mouth kiss his neck. Every touch felt intense since he couldn't see a damn thing that wasn't white pillows or a dark blue wall. His breath hitched as he felt Draco's fingers start to explore his arse in the more private areas. Fingers teasing the edge of his hole with their warm touch.

"Oh," Harry moaned and tensed slightly.

"Shh," Draco just murmured and left a warm kiss in between Harry's shoulder blades.

"It's kinky how you've been thinking about me down below you just like this," Harry then says as something wet seemed to coat the fingers that a second ago had been dry. "Mhmmf-" He breathed as his body seemed close to shaking. God this felt weird but he loved it.

"By kinky, I hope you mean sexy," Draco answered Harry softly. His fingers circled Harry's hole in steady movements, sometimes bordering on slipping inside. He placed another kiss in between Harry's shoulder blades. "Just relax", he then muttered and slipped a finger carefully inside. Harry wanted to tense again; he really did.

Harry moaned loudly at the sparks that ignited at the feel of a second finger entering him and brushing by something. His hips rocked back on Draco's fingers but the Slytherin held him down with a soft warm hand on his back. Draco kept moving his fingers, scissoring, and stretching. Every now and again he would rub at that spot that made Harry arch and burn all over. And in the end, the Gryffindor just wanted the preparations to be over.

Harry felt his breath quicken. He felt how Draco stuffed a pillow underneath his hips and the action was followed by the words "Spread your legs." With his pulse pounding in his ears the raven-haired Gryffindor did as he'd been told. Almost feeling the warm of Draco's skin less than inches from his own.

"Merlin you look good like that. All spread open," the Slytherin whispered as warm hands grabbed hold of Harry's hips. Harry felt himself whimper as something big pressed against his entrance – God, Merlin and all seven wonders.

Draco pressed slowly inside of him and Harry tried to breathe as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. His inside burned, but not in an all-bad way. The Slytherin steered Harry completely with the firm grip on slender hips and the slow slide of him filling Harry.

"Blimey," Draco mumbled once he was firmly sheathed inside of the Gryffindor. Pausing to let Harry adjust. At the moment Harry just gasped for air, trying to grab a hold of something – anything – but couldn't find a goddamn thing. So, he lay there, underneath the most gorgeous wizard alive, and just breathed.

And then Draco slowly began to move. Making Harry's body arch as he pulled out of his body and curl as he pressed in once again. Harry just whimpered and moaned as his brain seemed to have turned into goo. It felt powerful – almost scary – to have someone beautiful inside of you. To have someone filling you.

Draco pressed even deeper and increased his speed slightly. His cock brushing that wonderful spot inside of Harry and making the raven-haired boy whimper at the feel. The whole thing felt so intense. Draco moving in and out of him while he just breathed. To be filled like this in this position felt frightening, incredible, and utterly amazing.

Then Draco pushed into him again with a grunt and hit that wonderful spot inside of him and Harry lost it. He moaned loudly as he pushed back towards Draco, helping the Slytherin to go deeper, to claim him. Draco seemed to get the idea and began to thrust in earnest. Still taking it fairly slow but with a grip on the black-haired Gryffindor's hips that left no discussion of whom was in charge.

Harry gladly allowed Draco to control the pace as he focused on breathing, his whole body shaking with the burning pleasure. And every time Draco hit that spot inside of him, he hissed and howled at the feel. Lost in the rhythm of feeling incredible. The pleasure made Harry spread his legs a little wider, allowing the Slytherin to press even deeper.

"Merlin, Harry," The Slytherin hissed as he lifted Harry's hips to be able to thrust in harder, slowness and carefulness gone from the steady pumping. Draco plunged in and Harry whimpered beneath him, drunk on this burn inside of him. Drunk on pleasure. "You're so good for me, Harry James Potter. So perfect and beautiful."

Harry only gasped in response and Draco chuckled slightly as he went a little faster, making the strokes a combination of utmost pleasure and a dull burn. Harry was immediately addicted to the intoxicating mix.

"Draco," Harry moaned and arched his back as the Slytherin pushed himself deep inside with an increasing rhythm. He felt a hand press down between his shoulder blades to hinder him from moving while another warm hand kept grasping his hip. Draco held him down as he plunged deeper, pressing Harry into the mattress. Not that the raven-haired lion cared, he was far too gone to focus on anything other than the burning fire inside of him. Merlin, he was hard.

Harry moved his hands down towards his cock while riding out Draco's thrusts. He moaned and close to vibrated as the pleasure inside of him kept building. The Slytherin seemed to sense what he was doing because suddenly Harry's hands were held over his head in a tight grip. The raven-haired Gryffindor whimpered as Draco kept on pounding while hissing "No, Harry."

"Please," the raven-haired boy begged. He needed friction; this was unbearable. "Please."

"Hold on," Draco groaned and Harry's body shook of the strong thrusts that made him go limp, tense, and crazy.

"Please," he begged again. Trying to pull his hands out from the hard grip above his head.

"Let me," the Slytherin murmured as Harry whimpered into the mattress.

Harry nodded his head frantically while whispering another "Please". He'd stopped trying to free his hands and just waited for Draco to do something, anything.

Draco kept on ramming into Harry's slim body as he took a hold of Harry's cock. Stroking it up and down with firm movements. The raven-haired boys back arched at the touch as he almost sobbed at the overwhelming pressure that was on the brink of release.

Another brush on that maddening spot inside of him combined with Draco's stroking hand pushed him over the edge. Harry cried out as his whole body convulsed. Making him jerk and shake as he felt wave after wave of pleasure inside of him.

After a small eternity in the heat of a volcano, Harry's whole body simply slummed down on the bed, drained on anything resembling strength. It felt like he'd played Quidditch for five days without pause.

Draco was still holding him down, his hips driving into him with a rapid speed. Harry allowed his exhausted body to be controlled by the Slytherin the few seconds it took before also Draco fell off the edge. Gripping the raven-haired boys' hips with a brutal force and coming inside of him. Harry shuddered at the intimate sensation.

Draco pressed a small kiss to Harry's back before slipping out of the Gryffindor's lean body and rolling to the side. He turned his head towards Harry's exhausted form with a broad smile. The Gryffindor couldn't do much other than breathe and tremble. His whole body coated in sweat and also cum.

Harry's eyes flickered over Draco's sweaty hot body, the Slytherin was panting from the pleasure and the fatigue. Draco stroked a warm hand over Harry's forehead. "That was... amazing," he whispered, softly kissing Harry's cheek.

The Gryffindor had a hard time focusing his gaze and his eyelids seemed to have a life on their own with the way they tried to fall down. "It sure was... Merlin, I'm so going to feel this in the morning," he mumbled, snuggling up to Draco and wrapping an arm around him. "I love you, Draco Malfoy."

Draco chuckled and wrapped his own arm and leg around Harry. "I love you too, Harry James Potter," he told him as he closed his eyes and scented the air which was filled with the smell of sex and sweaty bodies. "More than you know."

"Mmmm," Harry said, closing his eyes as he just filled so fucking amazing. Draco smiled as he opened his tired eyes and pulled the bed sheets and Duvet over their nude bodies. He stared into tired green eyes with love. He leaned in for a quick loving afternoon kiss, cupping his hands over Harry's cheeks and Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's back.

Harry sighed and rested his head on Draco's chest. He stared up into beautiful shining silver eyes and smiled lovingly. "You really are beautiful, Draco," he admitted effortlessly. He blushed as he said those last words, they weren't supposed to come out of his mouth but did anyway.

Draco leaned over and kissed Harry's sweaty forehead to show his gratitude for the compliments. If Harry doesn't stop with these sexual compliments he might just have to roll back behind Harry and thrust into that beautiful arse again. "I know, you're beautiful too and I mean every bit of you," he added casually. "Whether it be your scars, your hot messy hair, your nerdy glasses, or your beautiful green eyes. You definitely taste amazing, Harry. I could do you all night."

Harry smirked, liking the compliments very much. "Thank you, my love." He looked around the room in thought. "Should we tell one of the professors about this room and the others too? Surely there would be sacred information kept in here someplace that Dumbledore would probably like to look over."

Draco shrugged slightly. "Maybe we should tell the professors about these bedrooms. Maybe we shouldn't. But, would you really want to give up our secret shagging places to the professors? They'd probably be down in all the rooms searching all night and day for whatever these sacred things are. If they even exist, that is."

Harry sighed. Of course, he wouldn't want to give up the place he and Draco like meeting up at. "This is a quite an unusual room, so I assume there's important information hidden in each of the rooms," he tells him.

Draco thought about the library's Secret Room, and that couch inside it. It would be nice knowing how to transfigure it into a bed. "That sounds intriguing," he said and looked across the room at the door leading to the bathroom. "Wish I knew how to transform a couch into a bed though. It'd be much comfier."

"Yeah," Harry said with a deep sigh, thinking about a couch and its uses for him and Draco during sex. "Much comfier." And then Draco yawned, breaking Harry out of his thoughts of a couch, Draco sitting on that couch, while he's sitting on Draco's lap with Draco's dick deep inside his arse. Harry sighed sleepily. "I'm going to sleep now. You drain me - in a good way."

"Love you too, my sexy sleepy Gryffindor," Draco said with a roll of his eyes at Harry. Smirking as he wrapped an arm around the other bloke and kept him close to his body, soul, and heart.

"Mmmmm," Harry said deeply and buried his nose in Draco's chest. "Goodnight." He fell into a deep sleep only minutes later, and Draco lay awake for a while, staring off into the darkness of the room until he felt sleep and gave in.

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Harry woke up with a familiar hiss of pain coming from his arse which he has felt before. He looked down at the sleeping Draco next to him, he looked so beautiful and peaceful. He knew it was a little creepy but he stared at the blonde as he slept, watching Draco's features relax and his breathing steady.

He grabbed his wand from the bedside table and cast a quiet "Tempus," telling him it's around 5:20 in the morning. Great. Why must the world wake him up this early? He placed his wand back on his bedside table with a grunt of pain and lay closer to Draco, feeling the Slytherin's breath ghost against his face. Harry felt Draco roll over onto his back. He smiled, sat up, leaned down and kissed Draco on the lips and surprisingly, after a few seconds, Draco kissed him back.

Draco obviously faked that he was asleep, and as soon as he felt soft warm lips on his own, he kissed back lovingly. "Morning gorgeous," he said sleepily as Harry pulled away, and he fluttered his eyes open. He looked up into magnificent emerald green eyes and a handsome face which he'd give his life to.

Harry smiled down into those beautiful silver irises that remind him of the moon and twinkling stars in a night sky. "Good morning, beautiful," he said subduedly, his eyelids still trying to close shut but he kept forcing them open. "Did you sleep well?"

Draco nodded and yawned. His yawn made Harry smile and reach down to run his hands through Draco's blonde hair. "Yeah, and I had the strangest dream," he said as he relaxed and closed his eyes when feeling Harry caress his hair. It was such a gentle moment filled with love and promises for more later.

"Oh, really?" Harry asked curiously and gave a little kiss to Draco's neck. It wasn't a sexual kiss, it was a kiss filled with affection and passion. "Whatever was it about?"

"Shagging you," Draco said in a quiet voice, grabbing a hold of Harry's waist and pulling him down onto his body. He sucumbed at the feeling of Harry's naked body pressed down on his own and Harry's warm breath on his neck. When Harry leaned his head away and looked directly into his eyes, he leaned up and kissed Harry gently.

Harry suddenly moaned in the kiss, remembering how vulnerable he was last night compared to Draco who rammed that delicious cock in his arse. He didn't even use lubricant last night! As soon as they both pulled out, Harry got up off the bed, tried to ignore the stiffness and ache in his ass and got dressed ready for the day.

Draco sighed and sat up, watching Harry go into the bathroom and minutes later come out dressed, and like always, Harry's tie wasn't tied properly and his shirt wasn't tucked in. He smirked, finding it a little sexy how Harry doesn't make himself look professional and instead, makes him look hot. He checked his nails for a bit and decided to get dressed also since he was getting a little cold just sitting there naked. As he finished, he spelled his teeth clean and then walked up to Harry and helped fix his collar and tucked in his shirt.

"Thanks," Harry said, smiling a little forcefully as he knew he should have done it himself but really couldn't be bothered to. He felt like some kid that's being dressed by their mother, not that he had a mother anymore.

Draco nodded and leaned in for a quick kiss. After the kiss, he linked arms with Harry, and they headed to the Great Hall. When they arrived at the Great Hall they kissed once more and walked over to the Slytherin table where Hermione was sitting with pansy, Lavender and Ivy were down the table a bit, but Blaise was seated with Ron at the Gryffindor table chatting to the Weasley siblings.

Harry and Draco sat across from Hermione and Pansy. Although, when Harry sat down, he hissed in pain and Hermione and Pansy looked up at him with concern. He tried cupping his mouth with his hand and biting down on his lip to mask it, but it was no use as the two girls has already noticed.

"Harry?" Hermione asked and she had stopped eating her toast. She held it halfway up to her mouth. "Are you all right?"

Harry nodded slightly and tried to find a comfortable spot on the seat. Draco only kissed his temple with a smile, knowing exactly what it feels like. "My butt just hurts," he admitted, before freezing and looking down at the table with a deep flush to his face.

Draco just snorted quietly when Harry admitted that and thought to himself if Harry actually wants to come out to his friends already. It would be nice to see their reactions. Especially Pansy and Ivy's reactions. Though, he knew they would probably squeal and start annoying him and ask him all about it.

Hermione nodded, but then a sudden realization hit her. She cupped her hand to her mouth in surprise and nearly squealed. "You mean?" she said, she leaned closer over the table with an excited smile. "You... you both had sex for the first time with each other?" she whispered to the two boys.

Pansy looked up at Draco in surprise, then a grin appeared on a face. "Oh, Merlin's Beard!" she said, excited, and then squealed just like how Draco predicted. She then giggled her excitement and threw a grape from the bowl in the middle of the table at the two boys.

Harry's flush deepened in colour when Hermione somehow found out about what happened last night and how Pansy was reacting. Now he had to wait on Ivy's reaction and oh, he hoped she would take it in a mature way.

Hermione giggled at the obvious realization that she was right by the colour of Harry's face, and the way Draco was looking at Harry with his own coloured face. "You guys totally did!" she said out loud but kept her voice sounding casual. "And Harry, you're blushing!"

Harry shook his head in defeat; he knew that wouldn't work on Hermione. Stuff you, blush. Go away and go bother someone else. "I guess I can't deny it now," he eventually says modishly and looks beside him at Draco who's smirking and dishing himself up some warm porridge with honey and sultanas. The smell was delicious and now he wanted some. Ignoring Hermione and Pansy's giggling, he grabbed a spoon from the spoon holder on the table by the large pot of porridge and scooped a spoonful of Draco's porridge with a grin. Draco didn't seem to mind at all, so Harry just continued eating Draco's breakfast with him.

"Oh, and this wasn't our first time," Draco decided to say, and the two girls looked up at them both with smirks at this sudden news that they liked to hear. He hoped Ivy could hear them, and as he looked down to where she and Lavender Brown were, he could see she was grinning like an idiot. She had heard their conversation. "This has been going on probably since March and April, just to let you two curious women know."

"You keep surprising me every day, Draco," Pansy says casually as she butters some toast. "I cannot wait to tell Ivy this though. I don't think she heard us. By the way, Draco, your mother and I ran into each other during the weekend and she told me to give you this." What appeared in her hand that she got out of the pocket of her robe was a small red box with a dark blue satin ribbon. She gave it to Draco and Draco swallowed in fear of what might be in that small box as he grasped it from Pansy's hand.

Draco undid the ribbon and had a peek inside the box. He quickly snapped it shut with a smirk at the bottle of Lubricant inside the box. Really though? He's already got one bottle. Oh well... at least he doesn't have to stock up on any lube for a while.

Harry was eating some porridge from Draco's bowl when he thought of something and it actually has to do with Draco. Draco's birthday was soon. It's been on his mind for quite a while. "Excuse me and Hermione," he said and smiled at his best friend as he stood up from the seat. "We have to talk about something... alone."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at him but eventually nodded and sat up, leaving a curious Pansy still sitting and tugging at her hand like a child wanting the attention of their parents. She looked down at her girlfriend with a smile, then at Harry. "Of course." With Harry, she exited the Great Hall and followed him down to the entrance Hall.

When Harry knew they were out of sight and ears from curious people, he started, "This is actually about Draco's Birthday." Hermione's eyes widened slightly at the sudden celebration. "I was thinking of having a surprise party. We can ask the elves in the kitchens to make party food. I know the perfect spot for the party. It's outdoors but it'll do. We can play music, play games and whatnot. We can invite Pansy, Ivy, Blaise, and Ron too."

"That sounds so much fun, Harry," Hermione said gleefully with a frantic smile. "It's so sweet what you're doing too. Making a whole surprise birthday party just for him and inviting his good friends. When is it exactly?"

"His actual birthday is a couple of Mondays away, but we can celebrate it on that week's Sunday," Harry said, and he warily looked around them for eavesdropping students. "I was hoping you would come, and you can tell Pansy about it anytime but in a secluded area. I don't want others finding out. I'll invite Ron, Ivy, Blaise and Lavender when I can."

Before Hermione could respond, Ron's voice was heard from above them, "Mate, what are you doing with Hermione?" Harry and Hermione looked up from the stairs and saw Ron and Blaise above them by the railing looking down at them. And them in blinding speed, Pansy appeared next to Blaise with her hands on the railings and peeking down at them with curiosity. And finally, Draco appeared. He strutted over to the railings and peeked down with his eyes, his chin raised with poise and he surveyed his boyfriend down with Hermione. He narrowed his eyes at Harry, searching his eyes and pondering what those two were talking about.

Harry gave his Draco a smile, knowing by the look on the blonde's handsome face means he's curious. "Oh Draco, Draco, wherefore art thou Draco?" he said and heard Hermione's giggle, knowing she knew what he was saying and who it's based on, but he ignored her. Watching Draco's expression turn into confusion was lovely. "Deny thy father and refuse thy name," he continued. "Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love. And I'll no longer be a..."

"Capulet, Harry," Hermione tells him. She had a feeling Harry forgot the last word. "Capulet."

Draco blinked in confusion, and Harry completely forgot about Hermione and walked up the stairs to Draco. "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy: though art thyself, though not a montague," he said and grabbed hold of Draco's hand, and got down on one knee, making Draco smile. "What's montague? It is nor hand nor foot. Belonging to a man, o be some other name. That which we call a rose. By any other name would smell as sweet; so Draco would, were he not Draco call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title." Okay, maybe he knows a lot of the play. He did, after all, have nothing to read as a kid and found the play in a book in a small old dusty box in a cupboard upstairs.

Draco leaned down and pressed a loud kiss to Harry's forehead, then leaned back up and saw that beautiful smile on Harry's face that he likes to see. "Oh, Harry, my Harry, my dearest Harry," he said and with his free hand, cupped Harry's cheek. "'Tis my promise to give thy my love. Thy does not smell of a rose but a breath of fresh air and pine needles. 'Tis the most beautiful smell of them all. I ask thy, how does a name smell sweet when in fact, it is just a word? Thou meaning confuses me, but the perfection here is thy."

Ron then snorts, ruining the moment the Gryffindor and Slytherin were having. But he wouldn't call it a moment. He's just confused with what's going on. "What the bloody hell was all that, Harry?" he asked in a mixture of shock and confusion. "You're speaking odd old English."

"Italian-English," Blaise corrected him, his smile faltering at the sound of his own other language but old. Very old. "It was a language used for poets, and writers. Very popular in the 17-1800s. Tell me, Harry... how do you come to know of the old language?"

"Shakespeare," Harry said with a shrug and got back up from on his knees, facing Draco. Then he looked down at Hermione who stood there with her arms crossed over her chest and a knowing smile planted on her lips. "I'll owl you about the thing's details so you can find the place for yourself."

"Thing?" Draco said out of curiosity, his eyebrow raised and it looked like it nearly reached his hairline. What thing was Harry talking about? Was it important? It must be important if it's this secretive unless Harry will tell him about it soon.

Harry just looked back at him and smiled. He raised his finger up and pressed his index finger to Draco's lips, "It's a secret, my Draco. I can't have many people knowing about a big secret now can I?" while he dragged his finger down Draco's lips, he began to think about Draco's birthday and what he could get him. Actually, what can he get Draco? His boyfriend probably has everything! He'll ask Hermione in the letter he will send her later on about ideas but he'll probably think of something on his own. After all, he wants to gift Draco with something from the heart. When his finger reached Draco's chin, he cupped it with his hand and gave Draco a quick peck on the lips. "Now we should head to Herbology. I don't want us being late."

Draco smiles with a nod, and they both twine hands without saying another word. That just left Hermione, Pansy, Blaise, and Ron. But those four followed behind Harry and Draco. Another thing Harry must think about is when he will ask Ron, Blaise, Ivy, and Lavender over for Draco's surprise birthday party. He decided to do it before lunch during Transfigurations where Gryffindor had Transfigurations with the Ravenclaws. It gave him enough time to tell Ron and Lavender about it, and told them to ask Ivy too.

*****

Harry found Cedric walking to the library on a rainy chilly day. He caught up to the Hufflepuff and looked around to make sure no one was nearby. "Cedric, I was wondering... you are pretty good at Transfigurations... right?"

Cedric nodded his head. "I like the coursework, and I'm taking the Transfiguration N.E.W.T. levels next year, so I guess you could say so," he said, smiling at the young Gryffindor's wariness. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, it is Draco's birthday in a couple of weeks," Harry told the Hufflepuff, and he scratched at his hand while looking around again for any one of Draco's friends or Draco who could be peeking around a corner. "I was wondering if you could help me with something."

"This sounds intriguing," Cedric said, and his eyes sparkled at what Harry could possibly need him for. "What did you have in mind?" Harry put his head close to Cedric's and whispered into his ear, Cedric gave a burst of laughter that was quickly quieted thanks to a glare from Madam Pince as they both entered the library. "Sounds ambitious, I'd love to help you. When do you want to do it?"

"Can we start this Saturday?" Harry asked him quietly so he wouldn't get told off by Madam Pince. He would hate to get Cedric in trouble.

Cedric nodded at the idea. "Sure!"

*****

Harry walked over to Draco after Potions on a Friday afternoon. The Slytherin was packing up his items from Potions and the class was half-empty. It was Draco's surprise party on Sunday, so he had to tell Draco where to go. "Hey, my love," he said, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck when the blonde turned to him and he gave him a surprise kiss that rendered Draco speechless for long seconds.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows during the kiss as Harry rarely comes up to him during class and wraps his arms around him in any way when they are still in the classroom. "Hello, my darling. How are you?" he asked as he leaned away from the kiss, snaked his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him close.

"I'm good," Harry says. It was true though; he hasn't cut in a few days. But still, he feels the urges come at him at times, so he just scratches as his cuts. "How about you? Oh, and by the way, meet me under the Willow Tree this Sunday at 10 in the morning."

"I'm spectacular, Harry," Draco said with a gently smile. But then he just looked curious at where Harry asked him to meet. "Why? Are we going flying on Sunday morning?"

Harry shook his head. "I just wanted to spend some quality time with my boyfriend before his birthday," he said and tickled the soft blonde hairs on the back of Draco's neck with his fingers. "It's all I want."

"I'm thankful you know when my birthday is, Harry," Draco said and Harry smirked. Nobody knew of his birthday except his bestest friends, Pansy and Blaise, Ivy, and his family. He has never told Harry when his birthday is. "Only the people closest to me know." Harry raised his brow, and Draco knew he was asking if he knew of his birthday. Of course, he did. Everyone knows when Harry's birthday is. "Everyone knows when your birthday is, Harry. I wouldn't be surprised if it became a National Holiday."

Harry smiled at that weird thought of having his birthday as a public holiday for wizards. He's glad it's not though. He can just picture himself and Draco celebrating that day just like a New Years Eve celebration. "Well, just please be there," He implored kindly with a little kiss to Draco's nose. "I do miss our evening flights though, even though there are now giant hedges in the middle of the Quidditch Pitch."

"Why did they have to put that bloody maze on the Quidditch Pitch?" Draco asked him, sighing in disbelief and thought about other places they can put the maze. "Couldn't they have placed it somewhere else? The place they had the Quidditch World Cup would be a good spot. It's big and could hold an entire maze in it." He then gave Harry a little smile. "And I'll be there, I promise."

"Good," Harry said with a nod, glad that was sorted out. Now he needed to find decorations and hope Draco's presents had arrived by owl and were in the Owlery. Draco smiled, gave him a slow yet passionate kiss for a few minutes and then walked with Harry to the Great Hall for dinner.

After dinner, Harry wanted to see if the gift to Draco had arrived yet. With a kiss goodbye from Draco, he then turned and left to the Owlery. As he got there, he saw a package next to a sleeping Hedwig. He swiftly walked over and tried removing the package from Hedwig's nest. When he finally had it, he rushed back to Gryffindor Tower and to his dormitory. He opened his trunk and placed the package neatly inside under a bunch of clothes and locked his truck back up.

*****

It was now Sunday morning 7:00. Harry was the first to wake and get dressed into some lue jeans and a simple dark green hoodie, and he was the first to jump on Ron's bed to try to wake him up. It took a few minutes, but he managed to wake Ron up and they both rushed to find Hermione who was already up reading in the Common Room. From there, they got under Harry's invisibility cloak and headed down to the Slytherin dungeons.

They all decided to go into the Slytherin's dorms to get their lovers and wake them up. When they had already made it down to the Slytherin Dungeons, Harry looked around the dungeon corridors for incomers but there was nobody so he whispered the password to the Slytherin common room, and the secret passageway emerged.

Taking off the invisibility cloak, the three Gryffindor's entered through the secret passageway and went their own way to wake up their lovers. Harry watched Hermione disappear under and through the girls tunnel before following Ron down the boys tunnel. He opened the door to the 4th year boy's dormitory and entered through before Ron. He wasn't going to wake Draco up yet. He knew Draco would be by the Willow Tree at 10 in the morning.

Feeling Ron's presence disappear from his side, Harry went over to Draco's bed, kneeled down and pulled the drapes over his head. Draco was lying on his side, facing Harry but was still sound asleep. Harry smiled at the beautiful sight, crossed his arms over each other on the bed where there was enough room, and rested his chin on his arms. He wondered what Draco was dreaming of. He knew when Draco was dreaming. He would always have that cute little smile on his face. Could he be dreaming of his parents? Or perhaps... him?

The thought of being in Draco's dream was exciting and a little sweet to him. A sudden memory entered his head. It was a good one. Not a positive one, but a good one. It was this one time at the Dursleys, he found a box of records and music tapes which he knew would have been from the 60s to the 90s. One of the tapes had his mother's name on it on some sticky tape with blue markers. He had listened to the whole tape which included songs by the Beatles, Blondie, Led Zepplin, The Rolling Stones, Cyndi Lauper, The Mammas and The Pappas, Bonnie Tyler and a heap more bands and singers. One of the songs he remembered quite well and connected to his heart at this moment.

He sighed and started humming the tune. It was quite a nice and slow melody, and very catchy. He reached over and pushed a strand of Draco's blonde hair away from his closed eyes. His boyfriend's a heavy sleeper so he knows Draco won't be waking up anytime soon. "Stars shining bright above you," he whispered in a soft voice, but he realized he started singing and continued fiddling with Draco's hair. "Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'. Birds singing in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me."

"Say night-ie night and kiss me," he continued his silent cantabile with a smile and tilted his head to the side to get a better view of Draco on his side. "Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While I'm alone and blue as can be, dream a little dream of me."

"Nice voice, mate."

Harry knew it came from Ron, and that was something he would have never thought his own best mate would say to him. Or, in fact, anyone would say to him. He looked behind him at Ron and a sleepy-looking Blaise Zabini sitting on Blaise's bed. He gave the Italian Slytherin an apologetic smile, knowing he probably didn't want to get up this early. But this all was for Draco.

"We're going to meet up with Hermione and Pansy to get the things done, Harry," Blaise informs the Gryffindor kneeling beside his best friend's bed quietly, and who had been singing some song he's never heard before. The Gryffindor had a nice singing voice, he could admit that. "So... bye!" He grabbed hold of Ron's hand and pulled him to the door. "Come on, Ron."

Harry nodded and knew Hermione, Ivy and Pansy were to be heading off to the kitchens to gather the food, and Ron and Blaise would go find some picnic blankets. That just left him to go down to the library's secret room to retrieve the music player and a mound of songs. But he didn't do that when Ron and Blaise left, he stayed behind and looked back at Draco who's still sleeping peacefully. Thank Merlin for that.

He contemplated giving Draco a kiss on the forehead before he leaves but didn't want to wake the blonde Slytherin up. He eventually did kiss Draco but gently on the cheek. And after that, he gave him a quiet "I love you" in his ear and then left to the Library's Secret Room to grab the music player and the CD's.

Once Harry made it under the Willow Tree, he could see picnic blankets spread out around the trunk of the tree as well as a large picnic basket with white plates and cups set out around it. How did they manage to get all this stuff? Harry asked himself and looked at the place in amazement. It was incredible! "You did such an amazing job, guys!" he said, impressed with a proud smile. "I don't know if I could have done it without you."

"It's no problem, mate," Ron said as he came up to Harry and grabbed some of the songs from the pile Harry was holding. "It's what friends do."

Harry smiled and placed the song player down on the grass beside the trunk of the willow. It was nearly ready. He did a quick "Tempus," telling him it's around 9:25 am. He sighed in relief; it was enough time to make the party happen. All he needed was Draco and the party would be complete.

"Well, I guess this is our cue to hide," Hermione said, holding onto Pansy's hand as she walked back towards the trunk of the Willow Tree.

"Can't wait to see Draco's reaction," Ivy said with a grin of excitement, slowly making her way behind the Willow tree to hide. Even Pansy was jumping on the balls of her feet. "He's never had a birthday party like this before. Oh, and Lavender couldn't make it. She, Parvati and Padma are having a girl's day together."

Harry nodded, understanding why Lavender's now not coming. This was only a small friend's party after all and Draco probably doesn't want too many people over for his party when he finds out about it.

"Right-o," Blaise suddenly said. "Everyone quickly find somewhere to hide. I believe Draco will be here quite soon."

Pansy smirked and walked behind the Willow tree; the stump clearly was large enough to be able to hide about three people behind it. Hermione followed Pansy behind the Willow tree, giggling from excitement.

Harry watched as Blaise and Ron hid behind the longer and thicker branched of the Willow tree, they were out of sight from anything. It was amazing what Willow trees can offer. Harry just stood at the front of the Willow tree, waiting for Draco to arrive. When Draco did arrive, to his surprise, Harry ran out from under the Willow Tree and up to Draco. "Happy nearly Birthday, Draco!" he said, giving him a big hug and a long kiss.

Draco smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling Harry closer to him. He was a little confused why Harry decided to celebrate his birthday a day earlier but he didn't mind. "Happy nearly birthday to me," he said when pulling out of the kiss and looking into the deep green of Harry's eyes.

Harry smiled with his teeth, brushed his hands down Draco's arms, and intertwined their hands together. "I want to show you something," he then says. "Something I hope you'll like."

"Ohhh, are we going to shag under the tree?" Draco asked casually with a smirk and trailed the 'h'. He could picture a few blankets and pillows on the ground beside the trunk of the Willow. "I certainly wouldn't mind. It sounds wonderful though, but I'd prefer a bed to do that on with you."

Harry snorted and felt his cheeks redden as he knew they were being heard. Now he knew their secret is out as Ron, Ivy, Blaise, and Pansy know they've had some fun at some point. "No, not that kind of surprise," he said with a little shake of his head. Then he brought Draco closer to him so he could whisper, "But if you want, tomorrow night on your birthday we could have some fun. It'll be my treat." Harry leaned forward and bit down on the Slytherin's lip just for fun, but then he heard a groan from Draco and kissed the pain away.

Blaise and Ron obviously heard the conversation between Harry and Draco and they tried not to snicker at what they were hearing.

Draco liked the sound of his birthday even more, especially during the night. "Sounds utterly wonderful," he says and tilts his head to the side, looking down at Harry's lips and wanting him to bite his lip again. It may have hurt but it was lovely. "I can't wait." Harry smirked and led Draco through the Willow tree, pushing away the branches and leaves.

"Surprise!"

Draco's eyes widened at the sight of Ivy, Pansy, Blaise, Hermione and Ron jumping out at him and almost scaring him senseless. He had Harry there by his side to hold onto if it was needed. Ivy actually jumped on Draco in a hug, making him fall over.

"Oi! Get off my boyfriend!" Harry snapped in a warning tone but grinned at the Slytherin girl. Ivy giggled at Harry's protective boyfriend state and got up off of Draco who looked up at Harry and smirked.

Pansy rolled her eyes and started dishing out some sausage rolls, crackers and dip, fruit, frankfurts, fairy bread, and tea cakes into sections around the picnic basket. "Who's hungry?!" she yelled, hoping conflict wasn't going to happen as a rush to getting the food first.

"Me!" Ron yelled, making his way to the picnic blankets. Blaise chuckled at his hungry boyfriend and followed him down onto the blankets, grabbing a piece of fairy bread and feeding it to Ron.

Harry kneeled down to Draco's level and sat by his side on the grass. Draco pulled Harry into a lovable comfy hug on the ground and whispered, "Thank you for this. It's amazing, and I love what you've done with the place."

Harry tightened his grip around Draco in the hug and sighed in relief, thanking Merlin Draco likes his early birthday party. "You are very welcome! But... what worries me is... aren't you disappointed I let others know about this spot?" he asks in a quiet voice, not wanting the others around them to hear what he was saying. He didn't want the others to become curious about the realization that Hogwarts has many secret spots in the castle.

Draco shook his head during the hug, gave Harry's neck a kiss to tell him it's all okay, and he whispered, "No, Harry. I'm not disappointed or angry at you. Besides," he pulled out of the hug and looked into those deep emerald green eyes, "we have the other secret spots to ourselves. Maybe after our fifth or sixth year, we can share those spots with everyone."

"It wasn't just me, everyone here helped me," Harry said with a truthful smile, and his hands crawled up Draco's back. "I only grabbed the music recorder. Hermione, Ivy and Pansy got the food and Ron and Blaise got the blankets."

Draco's smile widened at what Harry's not admitting. He snaked his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him slightly closer. "I'm grateful of them, I really am, but they aren't the ones that organised this," he had to remind Harry. "You are! Merlin, you make me the happiest guy alive, Harry James Potter."

Harry smile also grew and he moved a hand up and around Draco's neck to give him a quick peck on the lips. "You also make me the happiest guy in the world, Draco," he told him and walked his fingers up Draco's chest. "No matter if I'm broken on the inside because you always somehow are able to lift the darkness from inside of me and send it away. It's one of the reasons I love you so much."

"I love you too, Harry James Potter," Draco said and closed the distance between him and Harry, kissing him slowly and passionately with everything he could give Harry. Harry kissed back eagerly, feeling the love overwhelm him with happiness.

Pansy, Ivy and Hermione all held a hand to their heart and said, "Aww!" Ron and Blaise stared at the two males in front of them. Blaise rested his head on Ron's shoulder and Ron rested his head on Blaise's.

Harry and Draco pulled out and lay their foreheads together, panting from the loving kiss. Harry took a step back and pulled Draco to the picnic blankets, sitting down next to Hermione. He grabbed a frankfurt, dipped it into a small cup of tomato sauce and bit into it. Draco grabbed a piece of fairy bread, not knowing exactly what it is but ate it.

The seven teenagers continued eating, joking, and talking amongst each other. By the time lunch came, everyone packed everything up. Blaise and Ron took the picnic blankets back to where they found them, and Hermione and Pansy returned the picnic basket, plates, and cups. Ivy gave Draco her own big bear hug and headed back to the Slytherin common room, so Harry and Draco were left alone.

"You'll get my present tomorrow," Harry said and placed his arms around Draco's neck, and he smiled when Draco pulled him by the waist closer to him. Nobody had taken the music player away so it was still on and playing music. Right now, it was playing 'Hey Jude' by The Beatles. "The other presents are already up in your dorm room, thanks to Blaise. By the way, today wasn't just the only surprise for you."

"Oh, "Draco said, and his eyes gleamed over with excitement. "Do tell me more." But Harry shook his head, closed his eyes and pressed his lips onto Draco's gently. He slowly began kissing Draco and Draco kissed back. After minutes of sharing love with each other, Draco pulled away but kept Harry close to him. "Harry, I think I was visited by an... an angel last night while I slept."

Harry tilted his head to the side in confusion. An angel? How could that be? "Oh, um... how so?" He asks curiously, doubting Draco actually was visited by an angel. He doesn't believe in angels, of course, but some muggles do. "What did the angel do?"

"It sung, Harry," Draco told him, a little distracted by the memory of his dream. Harry was in his dream, and he was too. Nobody else. He and Harry were just sitting under some kind of tree, facing each other while in the background the sun was rising over the horizon of trees. "To me, I mean. It sung to me. I couldn't see the angel but it was there. I heard it. It had a really pretty singing voice."

Harry then realized what Draco meant. It was him who sang to Draco in the early morning of today, not some angel. He blushed at the compliment from Draco, that he was called an angel and apparently could sing well. What was going through his mind was the thought of if he should tell Draco that it actually was him or leave it at the angel. He didn't want to crush Draco's beliefs, if he did believe in angels. "Do you believe it was an angel, Draco? Do you believe in those types of spiritual beings?"

"Not really, but it could have been," Draco said with disbelief at first, before shrugging. "What else could it have been? My knowledge of magical creatures that sings to you as you sleep or when dreaming is debased."

"Perhaps... it was me," Harry finally said after a few silenced moments. Draco tilted his head to look at him from a different angle, and Harry just smiled. "What were you dreaming of last night, Draco? Maybe it'll help you remember if there was anything blurry in your dream."

"The only person in my dream was you, Harry," Draco admitted, and wasn't even that hard for him to even admit it. It was simple to him. "You and I were sitting under a tree, watching a sunrise in the distance and sneaking glances at each other. We also slow danced together while the sun's rays lit up the horizon. It was a lovely but short dream."

"Stars shining right above you," Harry sang softly, and Draco looked at him in disbelief, but then in surprise. He smiled and reached down to intertwine their hands together. "Night breezes seem to whisper I love you. Birds singing in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me." He leaned towards the Slytherin and kissed his cheek. "Oh, and meet me tonight after dinner in the gardens. That party wasn't all I had planned for you today."

Draco rose an eyebrow curiously, but he didn't ignore the fact that his own boyfriend had sung a few of the first lyrics to the song he heard in his dream. "Oh, really?" he asked, a hint of excitement in his tone, and Harry just smiled, grabbed the music player and the load of CDs from beside the trunk of the Willow tree. Draco helped, and with exchanges of quick "I love you's", they decided to head to the Library's Secret room to place the music player back and then head to dinner.

After dinner, Harry met Draco in the secret garden of Amare. He hadn't been there in a long time, not since before his previous date with Draco. It was such a sweet, romantic place to them. Even though that bloody maze had to ruin everything by spilling Harry's darkest secrets out to Draco. Even Draco's secrets were spilled. However, Harry is proud it did because he's been feeling a tad bit lighter than he had before. He fought the urges the best he could with the green brain stress ball, but when they were such heavy urges, he just went to go find Draco so he could cuddle, vent, and kiss him. Or he just let himself go and cut as he knew he needed it.

At last, Harry turned around to hear the door open and there stood his boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Harry smiled, pointed his wand at the music player and listened to the familiar 'click' and the first song came on. Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles. Harry walked over to Draco, gave him a quick kiss, and led him to a nice grassy area, the music player levitated wherever Harry went. With another flick of Harry's wand, the music player slowly sank down onto the floor.

"So," was all Draco could say. "You wanted to meet with me here because...?"

Harry laughed and placed his arms around Draco's neck. "Do you not see how romantic this is with the song playing in the background, the garden with small fairy's lighting up everywhere, and we're here together."

The corners of Draco's mouth twitched up into a smile and he wrapped his arms around Harry's back. He sees it all and he loves how much effort Harry put into this just for him. It wasn't even his birthday yet! Only in a few more hours. "Oh, I definitely see it," he said with a grateful smile at what Harry's done for him.

Harry wanted to show Draco something more, which was right above them. He pondered if Draco knew where his constellation was and if he could point it out to him. He pointed up above them and said, "Look up above us, Draco. Do you know where your constellation is?"

Draco slowly looked up from Harry's gaze, his eyes travelling up at the sky and seeing millions of twinkling stars. "Whoa," he said slowly in amazement, his eyes widening and he felt like he could just reach up and touch one of the stars. Then he recalled what Harry asked of him. "And of course I know where my rightful name is in the star. It may be hard to see, but it's there."

"Can you show me?" Harry asked, looking up at the night sky with the millions, if not trillions of stars up above them. Which one of those stars held the Draco constellation? It was only very recently that he discovered that there was a Draco constellation. He didn't realise Draco was named after a constellation, if he was that is, or perhaps named after dragon. Dragon. Draco. Sirius too had a name from a constellation. Sirius Orion Black. Perhaps a lot of wizarding families have constellations as names. 

"Sure, but do you know where the star Polaris is?" Draco asked as he looked back up at the sky to the Draco constellation.

"It's the star on the bottom of the 'Little Dipper' constellation," Harry said and looked back up at the night sky where he knew the 'Little Dipper' star was. He spotted it easily, and the Polaris star. "Am I right?"

"Yes," Draco said with a little nod of his head. "Can you change the song, please?" he then had to ask. It was getting annoying with the gruesome words. "I don't want to hear about Father Mackenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the Grave. Literally, nobody cares."

Harry laughed at the Slytherin. Maybe Draco should say that to Father Mackenzie in person. Or not... since he is dead. "It sounds like Father Mackenzie is a zombie just how the lyrics in the song describe him."

"A zombie..." Draco said in a low voice, furrowing his brows. "Aren't they an American sort of ghoul?"

"I guess so?" Harry said but agreed with Draco on the long-term that the song wasn't very nice to dance to. It was more just a song than a dance. "There are hundereds of films in America about zombies. They're depicted as a brain and flesh-eating humanoid that's dead but also living." He grabbed his wand from his robe pocket and pointed it at the music player, changing the song to 'Help' by the Beatles.

Draco shook his head, "No, thank you, I like my brain. The zombies can stay in America; I am so glad we don't have them here." He twirled Harry around on the spot just to let go of such a weird song from his mind. He then pointed his wand at the music player and changed it to a more romantic and slow song. He put his right hand on Harry's left hip, and his left hand gently grasped Harry's right hand and held it up at about shoulder-level.

"Me too," Harry said, placing his left hand on Draco's shoulder. Ever since he found out he's a wizard everything in the wizarding world both awed him but terrified him too. It would be horrifying coming face-to-face with a real zombie!

Draco nodded and began leading the dance. "So, a zombie to Muggles apparently eats your brain," he said flatly, not knowing how it can even reach through a human skull and rip out the brain. It seemed impossible. "What kind of monster could do that and how?"

Harry shrugged. He doesn't know either. "The concept of zombies eating your brain is only made up by some muggle person or a group of muggles," he assured him. "I'm glad movie zombies don't exist though; they'd be tearing everyone apart and eating their guts and everything."

Draco made a face of disgust at that kind of knowledge Harry was telling him. "What kind of muggle would write about that?" he asked Harry, but also himself. "Something that is just so gruesome... Why does it exist with muggles?"

"Muggles like weird things, that's all I can say," Harry said, not too sure about why muggles like such things either. "They have many different descriptions of vampires too. Some say that vampire's burn in the sunlight, others say they sparkle like diamonds. It's preposterous! There are the killing vampires that are all dark, scary and look like giant naked bats and they kill for blood and then there are the weird sexy vampires that drink blood out of a goblets and wine glasses and lure people into places so they can drink their blood and transform them into vampires."

"Interesting..." Draco said awkwardly as he knew of his cousin's other half. A vampire.. But Ivy doesn't sparkle in the sun, though, that would just be impossible. She doesn't burn in the sun because of that necklace she's always wearing. But she's got a ring with the same gemstone too. Muggles just kept getting weirder and weirder every day that he learns about them.

"Yeah," Harry said slowly with a long sigh. He completely forgot about how the conversation got to what they were talking about now. "In fact, how did we even come from talking about constellations to talking about the supernatural and zombies?"

"I blame it on the muggle songs," Draco said, smirking down at the muggle music player. Such an odd contraption. How did it get to Hogwarts again? It had something to do with the twins. He was a little surprised at the fact that Harry was leaning towards him for a kiss, and so that is exactly what he gave his Harry.

Harry kissed the smirk off of Draco's face for fun and Draco kissed him back. The kiss was only short and full of love, and Harry laughed as he broke out of the kiss, never losing eye contact with Draco. Draco pushed back a few strands of Harry's hair out of his eyes, Harry rubbed his cheeks over Draco's fingers and that's when the next song came on.

Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?

The muggle songs were getting to Harry's heart, but he didn't mind it at all. Elvis Presley's song sure knew when to make an appearance in a loving moment between two people. Harry noticed Draco had been staring up at the starlit sky above them, so he cupped Draco's chin with a hand and kissed it. Draco looked down at Harry with a smile and leaned in for a kiss.

As the song finished, Harry cast a "Tempus" and sighed as it was nearly curfew. Draco pointed his wand at the music player and changed the song to 'Say you love me' by Fleetwood Mac. He twirled Harry around and pulled him close, moving his arms around Harry's hips. Harry laughed and moved his hands up and around Draco's neck.

'Cause when the loving starts, and the lights go down
And there's not another living soul around
Then you woo me until the sun comes up
And you say that you love me

"Thank you for this, Harry. It's very sweet and utterly romantic," Draco said, smiling sweetly and appreciatively at his boyfriend who so happens to be the best thing that has ever happened to him. It was all true from the bottom of his heart.

"You are very welcome, my love," Harry said, smiling back and leaned over to plant a kiss on Draco's forehead. "I'm just giving you something special before your birthday. How do you feel about baths?" He asked absentmindedly, staring into Draco's silver mesmerising eyes.

"Baths are nice, I guess," Draco said nonchalantly and began to picture a lovely hot bath with divine-scented candles, rose petals, coloured bath bombs and a lovely bottle of red wine in his head. He was unsure to why Harry wanted to talk about baths. Unless.... Harry had something bath-related planned. But maybe it's not even that. He decided to act like he knew nothing. "They are great for relaxing. Why?"

"Oh, nothing," Harry said mischievously, knowing he'd have to collect a few roses for tomorrow night's surprise. Honestly, he couldn't even wait for tomorrow. Sadly, it does start with school but he will make it up to Draco with what he has planned.

"You, my Gryffindor Golden Boy, is up to something and I want to know what," Draco said with a curious smirk on his face, and Harry grinned innocently. Draco could see past those guilty yet beautiful eyes of Harry's, and he could see the mischief Harry is hiding from him. "Are you going to tell me?"

Harry shook his head. He's not going to tell anything about his surprise for Draco. "Nope," he said with his most innocent smile, and Draco rolled his eyes in disbelief. Why would he waste such a surprise for Draco by telling him? "I'm not telling anything, Draco, because I've got nothing up my sleeve."

"That's very hard to believe," Draco said and leaned away from Harry and the dancing only to cross his arms in disbelief and stare at a grinning Harry. Damn, that little grin from Harry is so cute. He could stare at it all day.

"Would you like to learn how to produce a Patronus, Draco?" The question just came out of Harry's mouth, which it was to change the subject. He didn't want to tell the secret planning of tomorrow. "I'll teach you how Remus taught me."

Draco's eyes lit up at the suggestion of what they can do. A Patronus? He's heard of them, and knows Harry has a corporeal Patronus. "Yes, I would love to learn how to cast my own Patronus!" he said and got out his wand from the pocket of his black jacket and stood up straight. "What do I need to do?"

"Think of a happy memory," Harry told him, sounding quite strict but had a smile on his face. "Keep that memory inside your head and say, 'Expectro Patronum'. Like so." Harry held out his wand and pointed it towards where the Gazebo is, thinking about the first time he shared a kiss with Draco. "Expecto Patronum!" In a flash, the stag sprang out of Harry's wand and galloped through the gardens, around the Gazebo, leapt back towards them and stood next to Draco. Draco tried petting the stag on the snout, but his hand just went through it.

Then Draco tried, he held out his wand, closed his eyes and thought of the happiest memory he had. In a flash, an animal leapt out of Draco's wand. Harry watched as Draco's Patronus transformed from what looks like a ferret, to a type of big wild cat, and back to a ferret again. Harry roared with laughter, and Draco's face was red with anger at a particular memory of being turned into a ferret, not once but twice. As the Patronus got closer to Harry's Patronus, it changed back into a big cat. Harry thought the cat must've been a type of Lynx or maybe a Caracal. 

"I've never seen a Patronus do that before," Harry said in awe and watches Draco's cat Patronus play with his Stag Patronus. "Change from one animal to another." He smiled, "You do walk a lot like a cat, you know. It makes sense." Draco snorts.

"What does it mean if someone's Patronus changes?" Draco asked him as he watches his caracal  chase Harry's stag around. But what confuses him is why he has two Patronuses. Why must it be a ferret and a cat? Is his Patronus not strong enough?

"I dunno," Harry said flatly. He too wanted to find that out. "On the topic of Patronus', my mother and father had the same Patronus, but the only thing different was the gender of the deer. My father's is a stag and my mother's is a doe. Anyway, we should go. I don't want to be caught after curfew, especially by Filch."

"It'll be you who Filch will catch first," Draco said, crossing his arms over his chest and a smirk appeared on his face. "I'm betting on it, and a Malfoy never loses a bet. It's our nature to always win in bets. We are the most influential family in the Wizarding World."

"Don't bet too high," Harry said, and he cast a Wingardium Leviosa on the music player and a few CDs lying near them, making them levitate up into the air. And from there, he and Draco decided to head to their dorms for the night. "And we will see who wins the bet, Malfoy. Unless you're scared..."

Draco smirked, knowing he never loses a bet. Harry can try but he just won't win against him even if this bet wasn't really that advanced with actual prizes involved. "I'm never scared, Potter," he said boastfully. "And you wish."

By the time they reached the end of the tunnel, Draco pulled the trigger and made sure the coast was clear. When it was, he walked back to Harry, grabbed both of his hands, and kissed him goodnight. He could feel Harry smile into the kiss, which made him not want to leave Harry's side at all. When he felt as it was time, he ended the kiss and hugged Harry his thank you for the day and for tomorrow's surprise which he cannot wait for.

Harry sighed happily and tightened his arms around Draco. The Slytherin smiled, breathed in Harry's scent, ended the hug with a nod and headed down to the Slytherin Dungeons. Harry watched Draco leave, robes billowing behind him. He hopped out of the portrait, first placed the music player inside the tunnel as he couldn't be bothered taking it back to the Library's Secret Room, and made his way up to Gryffindor Tower to head to bed.