Harry felt relieved that Ron had found out about what professor Umbridge has been making him do to himself in the detentions. His hand was bleeding from under his shirt. It was nothing he couldn't handle though. Although, he just didn't want anybody to worry about him and well, it was too late for that as he was sure Ron would say something to Hermione too.

When Ron told him that he would try out for keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, he felt a rush of near excitement as his best mate would be playing with him. It was actually pretty funny how Ron was hiding from Fred and George like he did something terrible. It even cracked Draco up too when he saw it.

Ron said he should tell Dumbledore about Umbridge and what she's doing, but Harry doesn't want to worry the headmaster as he knows he has other issues to deal with. Not to mention the headmaster hasn't spoken to him since June.

For three times a week, Harry and Hermione have always gone jogging at 6 in the morning, and ever since their first jog, Harry's noticed an increase in upper and lower leg muscles and has noticed he's been able to run further than he normally could. Aside from that, he's been eating at a normal rate for men his age instead of the little meals he used to have. Although the jogging has helped him, he still feels rather depressed every now and then.

And after his fourth detention, he walked into a roar of laughter and celebration in the Gryffindor common room. It wasn't until Ron told him he made it into the team as the keeper that Harry offered him congratulations but what he really needed was some time alone. It was hard making his way up to the dorms through the mass of people. He even chuckled at Hermione who was sound asleep while her drink was nearly about to spill on the floor.

He pounced on his bed in the dormitory and groaned loudly. His hand felt like hell and he could hear the loud music and shouting coming from downstairs. Then he felt a sudden urge to see Draco, to celebrate with him, to drink Butterbeer with him like all couples do when celebrating for some reason.

He could easily call Dobby and get him to pop into the room with Draco but did elves sleep? And he was sure that Draco would probably be asleep too. He didn't want to wake his sleeping Slytherin boyfriend, so he sighed and sat up on his bed. He looked at his hand and when he just stared for about a few minutes, Ron burst through the doors.

"Harry?" said Ron. "There you are." He sounded relieved, to Harry's annoyance. "Come back downstairs, please?"

Harry groaned again and leaned his back down on the sheets. His alone time was wrecked. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, Harry," Ron said with a smile. He was still holding his bottle of butterbeer. "Giddy up!"

Harry stared at his best mate. He wasn't drunk, right? He hoped not. Could people get drunk on butterbeer? "Alright," he said, defeated. It seems he'll never get his alone time. "I'll be down there in a sec."

"Great! Oh and... Draco's downstairs." And Ron was out the door in a blink of an eye. Harry felt a rush of excitement as he made his way back down to the common room which by then he saw that Hermione was awake but no Draco in sight. Bloody hell, Ron! He eventually told them about the detention with Umbridge and how it felt like the toad-like woman could have been possessed by Voldemort.

*****

Harry managed to escape Mrs Norris in the corridors and headed down to the Owlery to deliver an owl to Snuffles. When letting Hedwig fly off into the sunshine with the letter, his vision trailed to Hagrid's hut. Still no sign that anybody has been there as the curtains were drawn shut and there was no smoke coming from the chimney. But then something caught his eye. It was some kind of black horse, but it looked reptilian with leathery wings. He remembered seeing them pull the horse carriages. But then as it flew towards the trees, it vanished.

There was a creak and the Owlery door opened up behind him. In came Cho Chang holding a letter and a parcel.

"Hello, Cho," Harry said with a small smile. He wasn't expecting company. He just came here to be alone for some time.

"Oh... Hello," Cho said breathlessly. It seems she had run up to the Owlery since she was breathing a little heavily. "I didn't think anybody would be up this early. How are you and Draco?"

Harry smiled down at the floor at the mention of his boyfriend's name. "He's amazing!" he said jubilantly, digging his toe into the cement floor. "And I'm doing quite well too, thank you."

Cho nodded and walked over to one of the school owls. "How long have you two been dating for?" she asked, sounding a little curious while handing an owl a parcel.

"About 10 months," Harry said, and his brain was jammed with all the images of last year with Draco, the truce, the secret Quidditch flights at night and all those times he spent with Draco alone in either the Library's secret room, the Willow tree or the finder's bedrooms. He noticed the weird shaped thing in the Ravenclaw's arms and asked, "What have you got there?"

"It's my mother's birthday, I just remembered five minutes ago," Cho said, and she watched the small school owl fly off into the early morning sunrise.

"Well, wish her a happy birthday from all the Gryffindor's at school," Harry said while his mind was still filled with images of Draco. "And perhaps some of the Slytherin's..."

Cho nodded and smiled. "Will do, thank yo-"

There was a sound of footsteps coming up the Owlery. Harry panicked and looked around the room to find somewhere to hide as Mrs Norris would have somehow told Filch about him.

The door opened and in came Filch. Harry sighed and got himself mentally ready for whatever silly thing Filch is assuming he is Owling. It was a long argument and when Filch finally believed Cho and him that Harry didn't send any Dung bomb's, he left them be. Harry raced out of the Owlery, leaving Cho behind as he wanted to find Draco.

He headed for the Great Hall and when inside, he sat with Hermione and Ron. He bid them a good morning greeting, but they mostly talked about Quidditch and Ron asked for some help in the afternoon. Nothing in the Daily Prophet was interesting either. Harry yawned and picked at his eggs until someone sat down next to him and kissed his cheek. Harry smiled and turned his head to look at his boyfriend. "Hi!"

"Hello, Harry," Draco greeted with a smile and twined their hands together under the table. He noticed Harry's untouched breakfast and gave Harry a serious look "Eat, or I'll feed you for you." Harry flushed and began eating his eggs and bacon which earned him a kiss on the forehead in approval by Draco.

"So, Harry," Ron started nervously. "Think you can practise with me down at the Quidditch Pitch before the actual practice? I um... I'll need all the help and support I can get."

"Of course!" Harry agreed with a smile. Why wouldn't he go and help his best mate out? "I'll be there!"

"I too will be there," Draco then said, smiling dreamily at Harry's smile. Harry looked at him and caught him in the act of staring, so he fluttered his eyelashes coquettishly. Draco blinked with a blush forming on his face from that beautiful look Harry gave him. He looked across the table at Ron, "For practice. I-I can help you practise too."

"Thanks, Malfoy!" Ron said with surprise. It was a surprise to hear that Malfoy would actually help him. It's been hard trusting the Slytherin all year, even last year since Harry and Malfoy have started seeing each other.

Draco waved a hand airily. It wasn't any big deal to him. It might be cheating on his fellow house by giving tips to another house, but right now he didn't care. "It's just what a good friend would do." Harry then kissed his cheek with a smile just to thank him for what he's doing.

Harry, Draco, and Ron walked down the sloping lawns towards the Quidditch pitch with their broomsticks over their shoulders.

"Ugh!" Ron groaned, tilting his head back. "I still need to do my homework before it's due."

"You can just ask Blaise," Draco reminds the red-headed boy. "He'll love to help you with your homework. He has a lot of spare time on his hands, that Slytherin. He does his homework in class, if you haven't figured out, and anything he hasn't finished he does once he gets to the dormitory."

"Huh," Ron said thoughtfully. He really liked that idea and knew Blaise would help him. "How come I've never thought about that before?" And while Ron was thinking about that, Draco smirked and wanted to say something just a tiny bit harsh, but the warning looks on Harry's face told him to hold it in.

"Anyway," Harry said with a smile at the Slytherin. He needed to thank him for helping Ron in his own way. Maybe tonight he'll give Draco the time of his life. "We have got to practise if we want to stay on the team."

"We've got plenty of time to do it," Ron said in a heartened tone. He smiled at his best mate giving Malfoy the look to say he wants to speak to the Slytherin alone and said, "I'll gather the balls from the cupboard in the changing rooms."

As they approached the Quidditch pitch, Ron lifted off his broom and flew to the changing rooms, leaving Harry and Draco by themselves. Harry stopped in his tracks and looked to the ground with a blush, trying to come up with ways to thank Draco besides an obvious blowjob or sex.

Draco slowed down to stop as Harry had stopped a meter behind him and turned around. "Harry?" he was confused. Why did Harry just stop?

Harry looked up at the Slytherin and smiled at him lovingly. His blush reddening on his cheeks and he intertwined his free hand with Draco's and kissed him slowly. Both boys dropped their broomsticks, not caring where they fell and wrapped each other in a tight embrace while continuing to kiss under the morning sunlight. When Harry leaned out just an inch to stare into those silver eyes he loves that are gleaming with joy, he bit his lip and said, "I want to thank you for this, Draco. Thank you for helping Ron."

Draco smiled at his boyfriend and said, "It's not a problem, Harry." He had to tell him that the Slytherin's are planning something against Ron, but it shouldn't actually hurt the Gryffindor. Or so he hopes it won't. "This is just a little 'sorry from the Slytherin's' for giving him a future hard time on the Quidditch Pitch. Also, I intend to at least teach him a few moves I've copied from the Slytherin keeper so I'm sure Ron will do fine."

Harry couldn't stop smiling at him as he leaned in for another slow kiss. But he was a little unhappy about the fact that the Slytherin's were planning something and he didn't know what. Could it be very bad or would it be all for a laugh?

Ron, who levitated in the air just a few feet above the ground, smiled at the two boys snogging below him. "Ahem!" No answer from the boys as they continued snogging each other. Ron sighed and really felt like hitting a bludger at the boys so he could get to practise. He flew down to the boys and hopped off his broom. He walked over to the boys and literally watched them kiss in front of him. "Ahem!"

Still no response. Oh well, might as well get them to stop snogging with a little bit of mischief. Ron aimed the end of his broomstick at Harry's head and poked him in the head with it. It wasn't too hard, yet it wasn't too soft.

Harry moaned in the kiss even if he felt Ron irritate him by trying to break free of the kiss with this Slytherin he's holding in his arms. Merlin, he really could stay like this forever, kiss Draco forever.

Draco broke out of the kiss as he could feel how irritated Harry was just by sense and glared at the Weasel who dare disturb them. "Watch it, Weasley!" he snapped. "I'm being nice here. You don't want to get back in my bad books."

Ron just rolled his eyes at the Slytherin. "Sorry," he muttered with a grin and ran a hand through his ginger hair. "Come on! We don't have all day..."

Harry looked back into Draco's warm silver eyes and kissed him again with a smile. But it only lasted a few seconds as he really did want to help Ron with practising his keeper role.

Ron guarded the three tall goal posts, Harry and Draco playing chaser and trying to get the Quaffle past Ron. It was extra challenging having another chaser trying to score goals than just having Harry. And Draco kept giving Ron tips when guarding and how to barrel side roll and kick the ball away. Harry was impressed with Ron's success in blocking three-quarters of the Quaffles that he and Draco send his way and by the look on Draco's face, he's quite impressed too. Harry, Ron, and Draco flew to the middle of the pitch and gave each other a high-five.

"Well, I'm glad I could help," Draco said to Ron, smiling at the satisfaction of helping someone other than Harry in achieving something. "Good luck when practising with the team! Now, I must depart back to the Slytherin dungeons where I'll be wanted by Blaise and Pansy."

"Thanks, Malfoy!" Ron said with a kind smile. He was glad this blood-status hatred thing between them has ended. It was pathetic anyway.

"I can't thank you enough, Draco," Harry said sweetly as he flew over to him. He inched closer to his boyfriend. But before Draco could reply and fly off, Harry kissed him again for a thank you but also just to kiss him. Draco melted in the kiss and nearly fell off his broom but managed to position himself in a comfy seating on the broom as he continued kissing Harry.

Ron sighed and rolled his eyes at the two. Those two can never be apart from each other, can they? So, he just left them be and made his way back to the castle for some lunch.

They both leaned out of the kiss with a slight blush to their cheeks and smiled at one another. "I love you," they both chorus to each other but that only made their cheeks redden a little more.

"I-, err... Um- I should go," Draco stuttered with a smile. Merlin, he can get so love-struck when with Harry at times. He wonders how someone so amazing like Harry could like someone like him at times. But he knows Harry would probably ask himself the same question over and over again which just made him smile like a goof.

"Have a safe trip back then," Harry said with a shy smile. "Don't run into the twins on the way though. I think they'll be planning a little something just to anger Umbitch. I hope it works though."

Draco laughed at the new word Harry called Umbridge. Umbitch? He's never heard of it. But he did hear that Luna girl call Granger a bitch, whatever the word means. With one final kiss, and a warm "Bye...", he left with a blush to his cheeks and headed back to the castle to catch up with Pansy.

Harry stared at the Slytherin and couldn't help but smile. He feels as if he's falling in love with this guy all over again. Or perhaps falling deeper in love with the Slytherin every day. The guy practically chases away his depression at times just by staring into those beautiful silver eyes, or even kissing him or even just snuggling, cuddling, or even making love with him. He's like a Patronus. Chases everything terrible away until it resurfaces in his mind only hours later or if something reminds him of the Dursleys. With a big smile, he flew back down to the castle for some lunch with his mates.

*****

After talking to Sirius in the fireplace earlier that evening, Harry just really wanted to find Draco. Ever since walking into Dean and Seamus naked, in the dorm room really pulled at something in his gut and he just wants Draco. He can still see Dean lying on the bed while Seamus was bouncing up and down on Dean's cock. Merlin, you could masturbate to that image. But no, Harry just wants to find Draco so he can be fucked into oblivion by the Slytherin and feel him deep inside his arse. He figured the blonde Slytherin would be in the Slytherin common room and so he checked there. He wasn't there but he found Pansy and Blaise chatting about Merlin knows what. "Pans- Blaise!"

Both Slytherin's turned around and looked at the Gryffindor in their common room. It's not entirely a new sight to see. They've invited Hermione and Ron down in the Slytherin common room too. "Yes, Harry?" Pansy asked.

"Anyone seen Draco?" Harry asked immediately when walking over to them. He knew what he wanted with Draco and hopefully, the Slytherin wants the same thing. He just needs it. He wants the Slytherin's slender cock up his arse, making love to him.

Pansy shook her head. She hasn't seen Draco since breakfast. "No so-"

"I have," Blaise interrupted and pointed to the entranceway through to the dormitories. "I saw him enter the common room earlier with his broom from Slytherin Quidditch Practise. He's up in the dormitory probably having a shower or resting."

Harry nodded quickly as a thank you and rushed off to the 5th year Slytherin's boy's dormitories. When he entered the dormitory, he found Draco half-naked but putting on a grey shirt while the room had the same greenish glow that it always has from the windows looking out into the Black Lake. Merlin, he want. He licked his lips and went over to him with a big grin and pushed him down on the bed. He went into the bed and crawled on top of the Slytherin with his legs on either side of the Slytherin's waist. He leaned down to whisper, "I want you to fuck me. Hard. Hard enough to empty everything you have inside of you."

As Harry leaned back up to stare at Draco, Draco looked at him curiously with an eyebrow raised. That was a new word that he doesn't know the definition of. He's heard of the word before, of course. Harry keeps saying it. Whatever the word means, he just replied with an, "Okay."

Harry smirked and said in a hushed tone, "Excellent!" It almost sounded like a purr. He leaned down and kissed the blonde Slytherin wizard hard, thinking about places to make love with Draco. Have they done it in the LSB? Once, yes. He wants to make it a second time. When Harry leaned out of the kiss, he hopped off the blonde, threw a shirt at the blonde and told him to put it on, and led him out of the dormitory and the Slytherin common room. So, that's where Harry took Draco and when they entered the Library's secret room, Harry pushed Draco down on the couch and crawled back on top of him.

Draco just stared into those beautiful green eyes that are staring into his own silver ones with need, lust, and hunger. He still doesn't know what that word Harry said means. "What does f-"

Harry shushed Draco by placing a finger on his mouth and leaned back so he sat on the Slytherin's waist. "Shh!" he shushed him up. "It's a bad muggle word that people can get into trouble for saying. If you said such a word in school they would give you a detention."

Draco looked at him with excitement while grabbing the Gryffindor's tie and pulling him down towards him. "If it's that bad of a word then I think you deserve a punishment for, how you say, swearing?"

"What do you have in mind?" Harry asked flirtatiously, winking at the blonde. Merlin, he could feel himself harden from what he's sitting on and he wants it to fuck him hard.

Draco smirked and took Harry's glasses. He dropped the glasses on the floor beside the couch and stared into magnificent sparkling emerald green eyes. Harry blinked and tried to focus his vision but all there was, was a blur of white-blonde hair and a pale complexion. It was like he was actually looking at an angel, except there were no wings or halo. But Harry imagined there were wings and a halo on Draco as the Slytherin is such a beautiful sight.

Draco pushed Harry gently off him and leaned down onto the Gryffindor and kissed him hard. He sat on Harry's lap with both knees sprawled over Harry's legs. When Harry felt a tongue slide across his lip, opened his mouth and let the tongue enter him. Draco leaned out of the kiss and trailed kisses from Harry's mouth to his neck. As he found Harry's sweet spot, he sucked on it hard, earning a whimper from Harry.

Harry ran his hands through Draco's hair, as the blonde Slytherin wizard sucked on his neck. "You're beautiful," he whispered with a smile as another whimper exited his mouth.

"You're also beautiful," Draco replied, his breath hot against Harry's neck. He sucked and bit down on Harry's sweet spot on his neck. "I own you, Harry Potter."

Harry lifted Draco up off of him and shook his head. "You don't own me, Draco Malfoy," he told him smoothly, and Draco smirked and tried to lean back down to continue his work of pleasure. Harry kept Draco a few inches away from himself and rolled his eyes.

Harry kissed Draco, running his hands through blonde locks, even if he couldn't see well. "You don't own me," he leaned away, brushing his lips lightly over Draco's feathery skin of his cheeks. "I'm not just one of your many toys." He booped Draco on the nose but stopped Draco from leaning in with a finger pressed to his lips.

Draco kissed Harry's finger but started licking it slowly up and down. Harry bit his lip, knowing he was becoming hard as this man above him was so undeniably sexy and he wants this man's dick inside him. Draco kept licking Harry's finger, he knew what Harry was feeling and smirked. As Draco started to suck on Harry's finger, Harry pushed Draco off of him and pulled him down on the other side of the couch. Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry as he was liking what he was doing before.

Harry gave Draco a smirk and climbed on top of him, sitting on his lap and leaning as close as he could until their noses were touching. "Don't tell me what to do, Draco." He kissed Draco's nose. "And don't tell me what to say." He leaned back up, brought Draco's hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

Draco tried to gain control but failed with a kiss to the chin. Harry chuckled and licked one of Draco's fingers. He sucked on Draco's middle finger and watched Draco do the cute little lip-bite as he knows that Draco is becoming hard. Draco groaned and wriggled uncomfortably under Harry, feeling himself harden. Harry rutted with everything he could on Draco while continuing to suck Draco's finger.

"Harry," Draco whined as he hit the back of his head on the couch and thrust up into Harry's lap. "Ouch..." It didn't actually hurt. He had no clue why he said it.

Harry smirked and took Draco's whole finger inside his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue around the pads of Draco's finger. He tasted sourly sweet, and he wanted more. "If this is a punishment then I like it."

"N-no," Draco protested breathlessly, gasping at how hard his cock would be right about now. He bets it would be as hard as a pipe by now. "I-I was going to get you to touch yourself while you s-stare at me."

"Oh, really?" Harry asked with utter amusement, thinking how horny that sounds. He realised how much of a slut he is for Draco. A bloody horny slut that he really shouldn't be proud of. But oh well. He knows he can wait a few minutes until he gets what he wants from this beautiful guy. "Well, that sounds like a better punishment even though I like doing this to you."

"So, will you do it then?" Draco then asked, licking his lips. Merlin, he's never seen Harry masturbate in front of him. He knows it will be a magnificent sight and he'll probably come in his boxers at once if he sees it.

Harry smiled cheekily and captured Draco's lips in a hot passionate kiss. Draco sighed happily and kissed back eagerly. "Did you want me naked while...?" he asks, his hot breath against Draco's lips, and Draco nods, kissing Harry's top lip. Like hell, he wanted to see this guy naked. To see his boyfriend naked, to touch his raw skin, to tease and shag him.

Harry leaned back from the kiss, grabbed his glasses from on the floor and crawled back to his side of the couch. He took off his shirt and pulled his pants down. Draco crossed his legs, really liking what was going to happen at any moment. Harry pulled down his boxers and chucked his clothes on the table. He folded his legs underneath his arse on his end of the couch and winked at Draco.

Draco stared at Harry's prick, just wanting to go over and touch it, run it across his lips and suck it hard until he can taste Harry's beautiful delicious spunk in his mouth. He loves the taste of Harry's semen in his mouth while he shags him dry.

Harry took a hold of his prick and began slowly stroking the shaft while looking directly into Draco's beautiful silver eyes which he could tell were full of need, passion, and excitement. Just looking at Draco made the need for coming increase dramatically, he needed it and wanted it so much. "Are you going to tell me when I should...err... go faster?"

Draco smirked at the question. Just seeing Harry masturbate in front of him was really making him hard. "Keep going slow until I say so," he orders him, and Harry nodded and continued the pace he was stroking. He saw the need in Draco's eyes and smiled, knowing what he wants exactly. He then felt the tension inside his gut slowly warming up and started panting a little.

Draco eyed Harry, looking him dead in the eyes just wanting to make love with him. Harry's green eyes staring back at him, wanting the same thing. "Go a little faster. Oh, and moan my name."On command, Harry pumped himself a little faster and let out a small moan as he moaned Draco's name.

Draco smirked at his name being moaned by Harry and watched as Harry kept stroking himself. Merlin... "A little faster," he ordered, slowly crawling himself over to Harry because it was just so mesmerising seeing Harry masturbate. Harry stroked his shaft slightly faster, watching as Draco crawled over to him in a rather sexual way and that just made him moan again.

Draco sat back down right in front of Harry and crossed his legs again. He stared into beautiful green eyes glimmering with lust and then looked down at Harry's prick and licked his lips, but he fought back the urge to grab it and suck on it.

The tension in Harry's gut grew stronger and hotter, he knew he was very close to coming. Draco winked at Harry and kissed Harry's cheek. "Faster, Harry." He leaned back and pressed his lips together.

Harry groaned, pumped faster, and began panting harder. He moaned loudly and felt the sudden release in his gut and looked down, watching spurt after spurt of come shoot out of the little slit of the head of his cock and paint his stomach with white stickiness.

"So beautiful, Harry," Draco said in a whisper, amazed out of his right mind. "That was incredible. You are so good for me." He leaned into a slow and needy kiss. Harry kissed back eagerly, removed his fist from his prick and cupped Draco's chin. Draco pulled out and leaned down to Harry's stomach to lick him clean. Harry ran his hands over Draco's pants zipper slowly. Draco let out a small moan from the contact and continued licking Harry's stomach clean of sourly sweet cum.

Harry unbuttoned and unzipped Draco's pants and pulled them down. He grabbed at Draco's erection and felt how hard it was under his boxers. Merlin's Beard... He couldn't wait until this hard cock was inside him. "Merlin, Draco. You're as hard as wood." He pulled Draco's boxers down, unbuttoned Draco's shirt and pulled it off his shoulders.

Draco leaned back down and grabbed the base of Harry's prick, and licked it free of Harry's come. He teased Harry by licking around the head of his prick. When he heard Harry moan, he took him in fully and deep throated him.

"I'm not done with you yet, Draco," Harry hissed as he pushed Draco up off himself and pushed him back to the other side of the couch. Draco gulped as Harry crawled over to him. He stared into magnificent green eyes and those eyes stared back at him with hunger. Harry ended the space between them in a passionate kiss. He ran one hand up Draco's chest and around his neck while the other hand grabbed at his own prick and rubbed it around Draco's hole for a tease.

Draco whimpered, and Harry grasped Draco's hand and enclosed it around Draco's prick. He began slowly pumping Draco for him and looked him in the eye. Draco let Harry pump himself and leaned into a slow kiss. Harry kissed back with a smile. Draco batted Harry's hand away and Harry leaned down to face Draco's prick, watching it twitch amusingly. He began kissing down Draco's leg, to the inside of his thighs and then his balls.

Draco leaned his head back and moaned. He couldn't take it anymore. He sat up, pushed Harry off of him, pushed him down on the couch so Harry was laying down and pushed Harry's legs out to the side. Draco works Harry open, with two fast fingers, then three. Harry leans his head down, canting his hips back as Draco's fingers disappear inside of him where it's warm and wet and dark and tight.

Blood boiling, Draco withdraws his fingers and teases Harry's swollen hole with his prick, grips Harry's legs to keep him open, and then shoves in hard, sliding down to the hilt with one smooth motion. Harry groans, fingers scrabbling at the couches cushioning, as the heat of his arse threatens to drive Draco completely mad as he fucks into him. Harry leaned his head back after every thrust and moaned, he hadn't been shagged by Draco since the holidays and missed it dearly.

Draco stopped thrusting, leaned down over Harry as he was still deep inside and kissed him. Harry moaned in the kiss, lightly brushing his fingertips over Draco's chest and to his nipples. Draco hissed from the pleasure and thrust into Harry, hitting him on the prostate over and over again. Harry groaned, raised his shaky arms up and ran his hands through Draco's wet sweaty hair.

Harry takes his rigid shaft with ease, even as he emits small, needy little noises as if he's not getting enough. So, Draco gives him more, grinding his dick in, his own arse clenching as he swirls his hips and reaches down to stroke Harry's dick again. Harry comes quickly over his stomach and Draco's hand, throwing his head back on a groan, and Draco comes too, spurting hard inside the other man, not even bothering to thrust because it feels so good with the entire length of him being massaged as Harry's arsehole tightens convulsively around him.

Harry inhaled a shaky breath, staring deep into silver irises and smiled. He needed that so much. He feels incredible! He feels that urge to be clingy to Draco all day now and to never leave his side. He pulled Draco down into a long slow kiss. "So, how did you know what fucked means?" He whispered in between kisses.

Draco laughed in amusement and ran his hand over Harry's cheek. "You literally said that you want to fuck me," he reminded him with a grin, still thrusting deep inside the Gryffindor but slowly. "At first, I didn't know what it means but then as I could see you wanted to shag... well. And honestly, that's really a word muggle use? It sounds so intense."

"Yeah..." Harry sighed happily. He remembered some kid back in primary school shouting it at a teacher and got expelled for it. It was hilarious when it happened. "You'd get told off by saying those words in muggle schools."

Draco leaned down so he was laying on top of Harry, his cock still deep inside Harry's arse. "So, there are more of these bad words?" he asked, intrigued at all the other bad words Harry could know about.

"Plenty more," Harry nearly purred while wrapping his legs around Draco's legs and pulled him forward, which also pushed Draco deeper inside of Harry. Harry bit his lip and closed his eyes from the pleasure at how deep inside Draco was. He could go for a round two actually.

"Did I hurt you?" Draco asked hesitantly. Gosh, he would hate if he did. Harry shook his head slowly. He gasped as he moved his hips slightly and Draco's cock brushed against his prostate. He smiled at his beautiful naked boyfriend. "I love pleasuring you." He would pleasure Harry all day and night if he could without becoming fatigued, but the mortal body can only really go a few rounds per 15 minutes.

"I love pleasuring you too," Harry whispered while he moved his hips a little and gasped again. Merlin, he loves Draco so much and not just with his heart but with his whole body. He could stay like this all day.

Draco was exhausted from shagging Harry and just wanted to stay like this all night. He leaned down for a quick kiss and then whispered, "I'll give you a blowjob twice a week until the term finishes for Christmas if you spend an entire week sleeping in my bed with me and more than that."

"That sounds like a lovely deal, Draco," Harry corresponded with a smile, and to him, it sounds like a bloody amazing deal too. He would love to spend an entire week, even if it's a dare, in Draco's bed in the boy's Slytherin dormitory. It meant sleeping and lots of love-making with Draco.

Draco gently pulled out of Harry with a sigh, and lay beside him. Harry stared up at the ceiling with a smile. Draco lay on his side, wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and closed his eyes. "Imagine if men can become pregnant." The question just came out of his mouth. He remembered a few weeks ago when he thought he was pregnant. He smirked. He can picture a little giggling baby with his blonde hair and Harry's green eyes giggling in his arms. How the hell could he take care of a child at 15? Merlin...

Harry snorted at that thought but he does admit that he likes the sound of that. "I'd be pregnant with your child then," he said and patted his abdomen where an invisible baby would be growing. If that could happen, he wondered what their child could look like. He didn't want to think about raising a kid with somebody else rather than Draco. He shouldn't even be thinking about this now, those types of thoughts are for the future.

Draco opens his eyes, rose his hand up and started rubbing his finger over Harry's cheek. His cheek was as soft as silk. "If I ever have kids, I'll probably continue the Malfoy tradition with naming our kids after constellations."

"Sounds fascinating," Harry whispered, especially with the word 'our'. Oh, he would probably love to have a kid with Draco but that's impossible unless he takes a male birthing potion and it's for the future. "But, why are we talking about this now?"

"I don't know honestly," Draco said with his own yawn. Merlin, shagging Harry is very tiring. He loves seeing Harry so vulnerable and moaning because of himself. "The question just popped into my head."

Harry snuggled up to the Slytherin sighed, wanting a nice warm blanket but all they had was a roaring fireplace. "Can we go back to the Slytherin dormitory and sleep there for the night?" he asked tiredly. "Let that be the first night in your bed."

"Sure," Draco said with a smile while leaning his head up to kiss Harry's cheek. They eventually dressed back into their school uniform and headed back to the Slytherin dungeons. They crept into the dormitory, made sure everyone was asleep, and they got into Draco's bed after quickly dressing in pyjamas. Harry just put on one of Draco's long oversized jumpers that covered his bottom, and to Draco, Harry looked downright adorable in his jumper. "Good night, my beautiful hot Gryffindor boyfriend," the Slytherin whispers, placing an arm around Harry and kissing him goodnight.

"Night, my gorgeous sexy Slytherin ice prince," Harry said in a quietened voice as he closed his eyes slowly and gave in to sleep. Draco smiled lovingly and pulled up the fluffy warm green blanket over the top of them both. He was so lucky to have such an amazing guy in his life. Eventually, after watching sleep take his boyfriend into the dream world, he closed his eyes and went into his own slumber.

*****

Harry walked into the Great Hall with a smile with Draco and they decided to sit with Pansy and Blaise. He kissed Draco's cheek and sat down with a little ounce of pain from his arse and intertwined their hands together. "Morning guys," he says brightly when trying to ignore the pain in his arse from the heavy shagging he and Draco did last night.

"Yes, good morning my friends," Draco greeted his two friends with a smile. "And good morning to my fucking beautiful boyfriend." A few Slytherin's and Ravenclaw's who heard him turned to glare at Draco.

Harry rose an eyebrow and shook his head, smiling. "It's my fault," he says remorsefully, averting his gaze from Draco and looking to where all the breakfast foods were in the middle of the table. The smell of bacon, omelette, and porridge filled his senses. "I taught you that word, sorry." He grabbed a crumpet and buttered it heavily.

"Fucking? What does fucking mean?" Pansy asked inquisitively while tearing her strawberry jam coated toast into pieces, and Harry tried his best to keep his maniacal laughter in. "Is it another word for a Kraken?"

Harry snorted and cupped his mouth with his hand to make it seem like he violently coughed. "Sure..." he says slowly, not wanting to actually say the definition right now. "But I'm warning you, you shouldn't say that in front of Hermione as she'll go off on you. And when I mean off, she'll literally scold you for saying the word."

"What does it mean though?" asked Blaise curiously, and beside him, Draco was sniggering while buttering some toast. He raised an eyebrow at his blonde friend, wondering if he knows anything that he doesn't.

"Yeah," Pansy said with consent, raising an eyebrow as she was curious about this new word. "What does it mean exactly if it has nothing to do with the Kracken?"

Harry stared into bright silver eyes and smiled curiously. "Should we tell them or let them figure it out by themselves?" he asked his boyfriend, wondering what he wants to tell his two Slytherin's friends.

"I'm not sure, Harry," Draco said, smirking down at his toast he began spreading lemon jam onto. He loves knowing words that Pansy and Blaise don't know of. "Should we?" Harry kissed Draco quickly before looking at the two Slytherin's. "Oh, that reminds me," the Slytherin adds, loving the lingering feel of Harry's kiss on his lips. "How is that bottom of yours?" Draco gave his two Slytherin friends a hint by asking Harry that even if it does embarrass Harry.

Harry blushed at the question and hoped nobody except these three Slytherin's hear him, "It kind of hurts... but this pain I can deal with."

Pansy giggled at the two and knew what they were talking about. It was obvious, of course. How else could Harry have gotten a sore arse? "I'm assuming you had a lot of fun whenever you did that." Blaise sighed and rubbed his hands over his cheeks, staring down at a plate of cut-up oranges. He did not want to talk about this topic that had just crashed down on them.

"That was a hint to your question, Pans," Draco told her, grinning at her then looking Harry up and down. He was enjoying this a lot. "And yes, Harry and I had a lot of fun last night. Lots of exploring and experimenting."

Harry blushed and laid his head on the table. All he could say was that this was highly embarrassing and if anybody heard them, humiliating. "Dracoooo!" he complained with disconcert. "You're embarrassing me."

Draco laughed lightly. "I know, and I love how flustered you get," he says in barely a whisper, and he bumped foreheads with him. Harry looked up at him, propped his elbow on the table and placed his chin on his palm while staring at him lovingly.

"You love everything about me, Draco," Harry said, his head tilting slightly to the side with adoration. Draco mirrored Harry's loving smile and caressed his cheek. Harry leaned in, ending the space between him and Draco in a slow loving kiss.

"Awww!" Pansy said, placing her hand over her heart and elbowed Blaise with the other arm. "Aren't they adorable, Blaise! Brings tears of joy into my eyes." She wiped pretend tears from her eyes and gave a pretend sniff.

Blaise chuckled and had to agree with his best friend there. "Yes, extremely adorable. But I bet Ron and I are even more adorable, hm?" he asked interrogatively. He got hit with a buttered breakfast muffin in the face by Harry.

Pansy laughed at the white buttery stain on Blaise's' cheek. "Nope, Harry and Draco are first on the list of the most adorable couples in Hogwarts," she said and will make sure everyone agrees with her. She'll literally make a voting slip and get everyone to vote for their favourite couple.

Blaise threw the buttered breakfast muffin at Pansy's face, but it missed and stained her robes. Pansy's joyful smile turned into a frown as she glared at Blaise. "I'll get you for this!" she huffed, cleaning off her robes with a quick Scourgify. Blaise smirked and glared at the snogging couple. Well, they were snogging.

"Jesus Christ," Harry said, glaring back at Blaise but with a smile. Is this how fun Slytherin's can really be? No one rarely has food fights a the Gryffindor table. It gets a little boring over at Gryffindor, to be honest. "You guys aren't acting like Slytherin's at all."

"Who in Salazar Slytherin in Jesus Christ?" Blaise asked while watching Draco finally biting into his buttered and jammed piece of toast for breakfast. "I swear, I've heard so many muggle-borns say his name."

"He's practically a god," Harry told the Italian Slytherin, buttering his own toast lightly since he wasted it by throwing it at Blaise. "Well, a saviour who heals, helps and is nice to people. He can even apparently turn water into wine."

"So, he's you," Pansy says with a smirk to her lips, unable to come up with differences Harry has from this Jesus guy. "You're the saviour to the Wizarding world, you have powers, you help people... What else can you do?"

Harry shook his head. He wouldn't even wish to become Jesus because that just meant more attention. "Jesus was born by a God who created the world that we live in today. So, to answer your question, no, I am not Jesus."

"Anyway, I still don't know what Fucking means," Pansy said while dipping a biscoff biscuit in milk, distracting herself and others from the conversation they had started. "Can I have a hint, please?"

"Merlin, Pans," Draco said exasperatedly. He ran a hand through his neatly done hair and sighed in disbelief. How could she be so oblivious? "I gave you the biggest hint on what it means. How don't you now understand its meaning?"

Pansy shrugged. She didn't get the hint and it frustrated her. "I didn't get it, Draco."

"It means to..." Blaise leaned a little closer to whisper into Pansy's ear and Pansy's smile grew and turned into a cheeky smile. "And that is what it means."

Hermione sat down in Pansy's lap, and what pansy did next gathered the attention of her girlfriend and the other Gryffindor at the Slytherin table. "Fuck," she whispered.

Hermione glared at Pansy and hoped to Merlin she heard wrong. "What did you say?" she asked piercingly with a raised voice. Pansy should know better than this to swear but how did she find out about the word?

"N-nothing," Pansy stuttered and glanced up to Harry for help, but Harry merely looked beside him at Draco and kissed the blonde on the neck.

Hermione shook her head with disbelief. "You swore, Pansy," she said in a calmer voice, but she was still pissed about Pansy saying that word. "Tell me, who told you that word because I very well know that no wizard or witch who grew up in the wizarding world knows about that word except muggle-borns?"

Pansy pointed her finger at Umbridge who sat at the professor's table calmly cutting her waffles into tiny squares. The Slytherin slowly smiled her innocence at Hermione, but Hermione seemed to not believe her.

"Very funny, Pansy," Hermione said with a serious disbelieving look. "Who told you?" Pansy's finger turned to point at Harry. Harry rose his hands up in surrender. Hermione swiftly turned her head to glare at Harry. "Harry James Potter, did you or did you not tell Pansy about that muggle curse word?"

Harry shook his head, knowing how scary Hermione can get when angry. Life lesson he knows number one: Never cross Hermione Granger. He really didn't want to get into trouble at all.

"If I go down, I'm taking you with me!" Pansy snapped at Harry but was talking softly as she was glaring at him, and she was pointing an elegant finger at him. How dare he not speak the truth of what he did!

Hermione sighed and leaned her head on Pansy's chest. "At least you don't know of the other words." Pansy patted Hermione's fluffy hair, sighing in relief and was glad that was over. "Just so you know, Harry and Pansy... I'm not done with you both." She sighed in Pansy's arms. Harry and Pansy both gulped in fear. Draco laughed and placed his arm around Harry's waist.

Blaise felt ignored so he rolled his eyes and sighed at his friends. "So, what do you all want to be when you get out of here?" he asked to change the topic of swearing. Why was it something to argue about?

Pansy shrugged at the question. She just wants to make her family proud. "Someone important at the ministry to make my parents proud."

Hermione smiled humbly at Pansy, saying in a gentle voice, "That's my girl."

"I haven't a clue what I want to do," Draco answered with a light shrug. He could be a lot of things when older. His father wants him to become a politician in the Ministry, but he doesn't want that. "I could be a healer, an Auror or a Potions Professor at Hogwarts if Snape ever resigns."

"That's Intriguing," Harry said while leaning his head on Draco's shoulder. His nose could pick up Draco's scent and he smiled delightfully as he thought about what Draco could be. "I think I want to be an Auror."

"We can be Aurors together," Draco had recommended, but he does have doubts about it. He doesn't want Harry to risk his life just for one minor mission. He will, in fact, risk his own life to go find whoever hurt Harry and bring them to the Ministry or in fact kill them even if that lands him a cell in Azkaban. He would die for Harry, rot in Azkaban for Harry.

Harry's smile widened at the thought of working together with Draco and he poured himself a goblet of orange juice. "Yeah, I'd like that," he admitted, but he too had a few doubts about it. He rather Draco work somewhere that's safe and away from danger and harmful Auror missions.

"Draco Malfoy a healer?" Pansy asked with a disbelieving smile. She'd never think her best friend would be qualified to be a healer, not that she doesn't think he can. "That would be an interesting job. How about you, 'Mione?"

"I'm not sure," Hermione said, shrugging. She knows she could be anything she wants, but that's the problem. She doesn't know what to do. "I want a reasonable job at the Ministry."

"You should become the minister, Hermione," Blaise suggested to her while ogling Ron from across the Great Hall with a smile. The Gryffindor was simply wolfing down his eggs and bacon. "Well, the Mistress. Whatever the woman version of Minister is."

"That's not a bad idea actually," Pansy said with a nod, agreeing with Blaise about what Hermione should do when out of Hogwarts. There were two more years until they graduate, which is enough time to think about what she and Hermione want to do. "Hermione will do an amazing job!"

"Thanks, Pansy!" Hermione said, kissing Pansy's cheek and the Slytherin girl blushed and gave a little giggle. She hesitated and drew back, getting off Pansy's lap and sat next to her with a blush. Pansy frowned but saw what Hermione was looking at and why she reacted like that. Blaise shuddered at the sight and quickly looked down at his half-eaten breakfast.

Harry and Draco were both eating their breakfast until they heard a familiar croaky "Hem-Hem." They slowly turned around and froze. "Mr Potter," said Professor Umbridge, tilting her head to the side and gave the boys a fake smile. "Why are you holding Mr Malfoy's hand?"

"Um... Because he's my boyfriend?" Harry replied blankly to the professor. Who does this woman think she is? And why disturb him and Draco right now? It was rude of her to disturb them too. Draco smiled and squeezed Harry's hand.

"May I remind you that you are not a woman, and that pretending to be one is highly offensive!" the Professor said calmly, her frog-like eyes bulging into Harry's like she could read his mind. Fortunately, she couldn't read people's minds as if she could, the number of rude words Harry was thinking would have made her angry.

Pansy snorted but covered it up by stuffing a crumpet in her mouth. This was both hilarious and a little irritating. Poor Harry and Draco, being almost bullied by Umbridge and her homophobic thoughts.

I can be whatever I want, thank you very much you old toad, and I don't care what fucking offends you or not, Harry wanted to say. "I know I'm not a woman, Professor," he says with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Draco's just a very good friend of mine."

"Best friends don't hold hands, Mr Potter," The toad-like Professor said vaingloriously. "Surely you know that. Not unless you're a muggle child, in what they call a Kindergarten."

"Wow, Professor. You know what a Kindergarten is, congratulations!" Harry said sarcastically, clapping his hands and while he did so Pansy snorted, Hermione winced, and Blaise sniggered. Draco just sighed and pondered how he'll get on this woman's good side with his Slytherin friends.

"Don't give me sarcasm, child!" The Professor said loudly, nearly snapping at him. "If you could be so kind as to not hold Mr Malfoy's hand like a Kindergartener, I'll erase your detentions for this week. And if you don't, consider yourself unlucky with an extra three detentions."

Harry unlatched his hand from Draco's warm comfy hand and rose his arms in surrender, giving his professor a half-smile. Professor Umbridge huffed and walked away. Harry gave Umbridge the middle finger from behind her back and spat, "Bitch."

"Harry! Watch your fowl mouth and that disgusting language!" Hermione said in a warning tone, wanting to throw something at him but there was nothing except food to throw. She knew better than to start a food fight or the whole Great Hall will end up covered in food as students would start joining in. And she just didn't want to remember being called that name by Ginny's girlfriend.

Harry sniggered at Hermione and he intertwined his and Draco's hands back together. "Sorry, but she really is a bitch," he had to say because Umbridge really is what he said she is without a doubt. He'd like to throw her into a pit of Dementors so she can find out what it's like to have your soul nearly sucked out.

Hermione hesitated for a moment and then nodded in agreement with Harry. "Yeah, she is," she agrees with a sigh, not even wanting to believe it since it's rude but she does. Umbridge was a... B-word after all.

"So, what does b-" Pansy was going to ask but was cut off instantly when Hermione sat back on her lap and shushed her with a hand over her mouth. "I guess it's a bad muggle swear word then. Really bad."

"What does it mean, Harry?" Draco whispered into his boyfriend's ear as he re-linked their hands together from under the table and gave him a quick kiss on the neck.

"Another word for calling someone an idiot, git, ugly, stupid all in one," Harry replied in a low voice in case Hermione decides to snap at him again. Gees, the woman can be downright pissed and scary together. Pansy obviously heard them and chuckled, before kissing Hermione's hand.

"That sure was interesting..." Blaise drawled with a sigh through his nose, not even knowing how to respond as he just found out their Defence teacher is either dumb and doesn't think homosexuality exists, or she's just homophobic. "We all learnt two new English words today from Harry, and they're not pleasant."

Harry laughed at this hilarious day he was having even if it was still morning. "You all are welcome."

"Right... anyway..." Hermione then said, trying to start a conversation. When she finally thought of something, she smiled, "Who's excited about the exams?" Everyone groaned about the mentioning of the O.W.L.S. examination and ignored Hermione's statements on how to prepare and study.

As Harry finished breakfast, he kissed Draco goodbye and headed up to Gryffindor Tower and to his dorm. There, he found Ron reading a letter and by the look on his face, it wasn't a very good letter. "What is it?"

Ron looked up at Harry and smiled faintly while hiding the letter from his best mates' sight. "You know, just the usual Percy-telling-me-what-to-do-and-what-not-to," he said in a low voice, knowing that everything that Percy says doesn't matter to him anymore.

Harry nodded and sat next to Ron. He was interested in what the letter had to say. "Can I read it?"

Ron hauled out this week's edition of the Daily Prophet and handed it to Harry just to change the subject. "I think you should read this, Harry. It's um... bad, I guess."

"Thanks, Ron," Harry said while trying to find that letter but he gave up as he could literally see it in Ron's shirt. Yeah, he's not going to reach in there and grab it. Harry had a look at the latest articles just to try to distract his mind from the letter. He couldn't believe what he was reading. Umbridge the High Inquisitor? And she has the power to inspect all the professors? Merlin... He looked back at his best mate. "Can I read the letter now?"

"Are you sure, Harry?" Ron asked with furrowed brows, aware that the letter Percy Owled him is very rude to both him and Harry. "It's a little harsh."

"I literally don't care right now," Harry replied at once, taking the letter from Ron, and read it anyway. He frowned as he read the letter. It really was harsh. How could Percy ask Ron to do these things? To unfriend him. To not trust anybody. Percy called him violent and Dangerous. He knew Percy worked at the Ministry, but would he actually stand by the Ministry's side and not his own family? "Are you going to...?"

"No, Harry," Ron said, shaking his head and thought how Harry would even think he would do something so silly. He will never stand by the Ministry like Percy. "I'm not going to not be your friend, you if that's what you're asking."

Harry nodded numbly and felt so terrible. He didn't know why he felt like cutting because of a letter but decided to anyway. "Alright, I'm going to go for a walk to clear my head," he told his best mate quickly, "I'll be... with Draco too."

"Want me to come with you?" Ron asked while looking at Harry worriedly. He hoped the letter hadn't hit his best mate too hard. It was very harsh, the letter.

Harry shook his head. He needed to get away as the urge was clawing at his mind and kept getting stronger. "No, I want to walk alone," he says and surpasses the need to scratch at his arm. "It helps me, in some way."

"Okay," Ron said gently, though not really believing him just by the depressed look on his face. "If you want to talk about it though, you can come to me. I'm always here for you, mate."

Harry nodded and gave Ron a small forced smile before dropping the letter on Ron's bed and walked out of the dorm. The safest place to go would be Godric's room. He decided to call all the bedrooms by their founder's names as it's much easier and isn't too confusing.

As Harry entered the bedroom, he took a left into the bathroom and closed the door. He didn't know why he closed the door but reckoned it was just instinct as he always closes doors when wanting to hurt himself. It makes him feel somewhat protected from everything in the world. Like a barrier away from other things that would hurt him.

Harry crouched down and opened the sink cupboard doors. He grabbed the old tissue box from on the top left shelf where he left it last and took out his blade. He sat down and rolled up his sleeves, remembering making all the previous cuts from earlier in the past weeks and holidays. He trailed his finger down one of them, seeing as it was one of the deepest cuts he's ever made.

He smiled sadly and sliced the blade across his wrist, watching a deep line of red form on his skin. He immediately felt a little better, sensing the numbness that started to overwhelm him. He made four more cuts along his lower arm, watching as drops of blood dripped down his arm and splatted on the white-tiled floor. He cleaned himself up using water and let his arm dry on its own. When finished, he put his blade back in the tissue box and back in the cupboard and headed to Divination.

He made his way up to Divination but didn't realise how slow he was walking. But then again, it felt like it had only taken him seconds to reach the ladder into Professor Trelawny's classroom. He wouldn't care if he was late. He climbed up the ladder and entered the classroom. He did not look at anybody even though he knew they were staring at him. Now he just wanted to leave. He didn't know who to sit next to. Either Ron or Draco. He just knew they both would worry about him and Draco could see that he wasn't okay, so he sat next to Lavender.

Lavender was surprised that Harry had sat next to her. Parvati was giving her the silent treatment for some reason, but she didn't care. "Hello, Harry."

"Hey," Harry said numbly. He didn't look at her, nor anyone else for the matter. He just stared down at the table like it's the most interesting thing. It was the only thing he could look at to not gain the attention of others.

Lavender smiled. But like Ivy, she could see the difference in people now. She could see if they really were happy. "Harry," she said softly, her smile fading. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Lavender," Harry forced his voice to sound bubbly and gave her a strained smile. The fake smile turned upside down as he looked back at the table. Lavender furrowed her eyebrows worriedly at him and then looked around the room. She locked eyes with Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley.

Draco looked at his boyfriend who he knew had just harmed himself. What happened when Harry walked out of the Great Hall after breakfast? Did someone say something cruel to him? Merlin, if someone did, he'll go all Malfoy on them and give them his worst. He looked around the classroom warily, trying to spot the git who hurt his boyfriend. Nobody in the room was staring at Harry like looks could kill. So, if nobody said or done something mean to Harry then what happened?

Professor Umbridge made her way into the classroom with a smile from the ladder. "Morning everyone."

Harry had forgotten about Umbridge visiting classes. He could see the flash of pink in the corner of his eye but didn't look up at all. He just kept his head down and hoped class will be over soon. He didn't listen at all to what Umbridge and Trelawny were talking about. It just sounded like distant voices that seemed kilometres away.

"Morning Ms!" Lavender said cheerfully with her own smile. But deep down she wanted to scream at this lady and hex her into the next week.

Trelawny looked at Lavender from handing out books and smiled. She made no eye contact with Umbridge. Then she looked at the boy next to her favourite student and could sense a dark aroma from him. She shuddered and looked away.

Harry sighed miserably when looking down at the table. Palmistry is what they had to do today. His neck was getting a little sore, so he tilted it to each side but then locked eyes with his Slytherin boyfriend. He immediately looked back down at the table. He was waiting for the lesson to end so he could get out of here. But he also didn't as he has Potions next.

"Harry?"

Harry slowly looked back up at Lavender. "Yes?" he asked insensibly. What could she want now?

"Take my hand," Lavender commanded him, wanting this to quickly end so she can ask Parvati why she's being so ignorant.

"What?" Harry asked slowly. There was no way he would hold this girl's hand. Not even any girl's hand. Just Draco's. Draco's warm, soft, and comfy hands.

Lavender sighed at him. "This is palmistry, Harry," she tells him rigorously. "It requires you to not just hold the other's hand but to look at their palms and read their hand lines. And trust me, I'm not looking forward to holding your hand either. Who knows what kind of boy germs you've got. Ivy's mentioned muggles believing in cooties, or whatever they're called."

Harry frowned and looked over at Draco who was holding Blaise's hand and looking at his palm. He felt a surge of jealousy towards the Italian Slytherin. How dare he hold Draco's hand!

Lavender giggled at how Jealous Harry is towards another guy holding Draco Malfoy's hand instead of his. But then her face turned serious. "Draco is treating you okay, right?"

Harry looked at her and nodded. Why would Draco treat him badly? He's the best boyfriend Harry could ever have. "Yeah, he's the best boyfriend in the entire universe," he told her mildly. "Why would you think that?"

Lavender smiled at him. "That's good," she says brightly, completely ignoring Harry's question. "But you listen here, Harry. If he gives you any troubles you come immediately to me and Hermione, got that?"

Harry forced a laugh towards her. This girl is starting to sound like Pansy. Merlin... How could he and Draco survive two Pansy's in one castle? "Alright, mum," he mocks, making the girl smirk. "But I know he'll never give me any problems. He's too sweet."

"Good," Lavender says, and then in an instant, her mind is focused on the lesson. "Now, if you won't give me your hand then I'll give you mine. What you need to do is just look at the lines on my hand and look at the book."

Harry didn't even hear half of what Lavender said so he just slowly gave her his palm. Lavender's fingers on his palm didn't even tickle, not like how Draco's does. When Draco runs his fingers over the lines of Harry's palm, it would tickle. Seeing Draco with Blaise almost like they were holding hands really send a ping of hurt and jealousy at them.

And then finally, the class was over. Without saying goodbye, Harry was the first to rush out of the classroom and down the ladder. What he didn't expect, was someone chasing after him.

"Harry!" Draco yelled as he ran up to his boyfriend. He's been so worried about Harry all lesson. Why did he sit with the gossip-girl? It's what Ivy used to call Lavender before she started dating her. Ivy said the name just reminds her of a muggle TV show.

Harry sluggishly turned around to face his boyfriend. He really just wanted to get away, but it was so calming to hear Draco's voice. "Just leave me alone, Draco," he said, ashamed of himself for saying such a thing to his boyfriend who only just wanted to know what happened to make Harry look depressed.

Draco frowned at Harry's words. He has never recalled Harry telling him to go away. "Harry," he reached out to clasp Harry's hand. "What happened? This morning at breakfast you were fine and now..."

Harry shook his head; he didn't want to talk about it. Even thinking about the letter made him scratch at his cuts. He turned around and left him be in the corridor.

Draco sighed deeply. All he knew was that Harry left for Gryffindor Tower after breakfast. So, it had got to be something that happened there. He looked around at the swarm of students walking around him until he caught sight of a familiar red-headed boy. "Weasley! Oi!"

Ron looked up at him just after he and Blaise crawled down the ladder from Trelawny's classroom. "Yeah?" he asked, straightening his robes out and looking at Draco curiously.

"Do you know why Harry's been..." Draco paused with a frown, "looking like he just... you know?" He lowered his voice to say, "Self-harmed?"

Ron also frowned as he knew why Harry's been looking like a dead man to the world. He reached into his book bag and grabbed the letter from Percy and handed it to Draco. "Read it," he says. "It would tell you how Harry's probably feeling... what Harry was feeling after reading the letter."

Draco took no hesitation and read the letter. How dare Weasel number five say such cruel things about Harry. Violent? Never in his life has he ever seen Harry violent and dangerous. He's literally a sweet and innocent little lion. Harry is his little lion. Not even a violent bone in the Gryffindor's body. He looked back at Ron, "Can I rip this up?"

Ron gave a laugh and nodded. "Sure," he agrees to the Slytherin's needs. He has no use to it anyway. "What use is it-"

Draco tore the letter into tiny bits and Incendioed the bits of parchment into ashes. "I'm hoping Harry's going to Potions already and not skipping," he drawls at the ashes on the floor. "Merlin, how would Professor Snape react?" He then left Ron and Blaise in the corridor. He had to make sure Harry's at Potions already. Thank Merlin he was though, but his depressed Gryffindor boyfriend was sitting next to Neville this time. He sighed and sat alone.

"How's he doing?" Blaise asked quietly into Draco's ear, making his friend jump in his seat a little from surprise, and he sat next to Draco. He read the letter before Divination and couldn't believe what Percy Weasley had told Ron to do.

"Not well," said Draco unhappily as he couldn't keep his eyes off Harry. He wants to go over there and give him a big hug but is afraid Harry would just look away from him. "I'm extremely worried about him. Having a suicidal boyfriend is stressful, but I don't mind it. I love him and he knows it."

Blaise nodded and turned his head around to look at Ron who sat next to Hermione Granger. The class seems to be back where it originally was. Gryffindor on one side and Slytherin on the other. "Would you believe that Ron would unfriend Harry?"

"No," Draco said as he grabbed his quill, parchment, and potions book from his book bag. He shook his head. "He is too good of a best mate to do such a thing."

Blaise chuckled at his best friend and how fond Draco's becoming for them, but that all stopped when the potions classroom door slammed shut and everyone automatically quietened down. "Turn to page 23," came a familiar monotoned voice. Everyone did what Snape told them to do.

Harry sighed at the page. Calming Draught. What good could it do anyway? It only lasts a day.

"You may begin," said Snape coldly then walked to his desk to watch his students closely. His eyes were drawn to the boy he saved during the holidays. Merlin the boy looked depressed and quite numb. "Mr Potter! Get to work!"

Harry looked up at his professor and nodded slowly. He started chopping up the Lavender herb while trying to not look at the sharp knife he was holding.

Snape got back to work on observing his class. He ignored the angry glare at him from his godson and knew Narcissa's little Dragon is non-verbally telling him to back off. Oh, how he doesn't want to back off what he loves doing but for his godson, he will.

After about an hour, Harry and Neville finished off their potion without it exploding into bits. Harry gave a flask to Neville for him to try and took the other one up to Snape. He didn't want to feel better because of the potion, he liked the numbness his blades gave him. As Snape let them go for Lunch, Harry was the first one out the door. He could finally be alone, so he made his way to Gryffindor Tower to the dormitory.

Draco felt like going after Harry. He needed to but Blaise stopped him just in time. "He ran out of the room like it was on fire..." he says worriedly, brows furrowing and he wished he could follow him to make sure he doesn't try anything life-threatening.

"I know, Draco," Blaise said softly as they walked out of the classroom. "Let him have his alone time if he really wants it."

*****

Draco was wandering around the corridors, heading to the Slytherin Dungeons when he saw a flash of familiar black messy hair. He jogged after Harry, wanting to know why he was here and not at Quidditch practice. "Harry?" he called.

Harry swiftly turned around and smiled at the blonde mess of hair coming towards him. Well, neatly styled hair. It has been a long day again and he hasn't seen the blonde since breakfast. "Hello, Draco."

"Why aren't you at Quidditch practise?" Draco asked as he caught up to Harry. He studied Harry's demeanour, knowing how depressed he has been these weeks. The only thing he's been able to do to keep Harry happy is by sex, which they've been having a lot of nearly three times a week, and cuddling in each other's arms. Jogging also has a positive impact on Harry too, making him look more fit.

"Oh, um... Fred got hit by a Bludger, so Angelina had to call practise off a little early," Harry said as he embraced Draco in a loose hug, his arms around Draco's waist and he gave Draco a quick peck on the lips.

Draco nodded and smiled in the hug. "He's okay though, right?" he asked softly, hoping the mischievous twin was doing alright. He still needs competition when the next Slytherin and Gryffindor Quidditch competition is.

Harry laughed. Draco Malfoy caring for the Weasley's? Now that's new to hear. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, are you becoming fond of the Weasley's?" He was quite disbelieving of Draco caring for the Weasley's, but he could be wrong.

"Of course, I am Harry," Draco whispered just in case there was any Weasels eavesdropping on them. He wouldn't actually admit it to any Weasels though. "Well, I have to since they're practically everywhere you go and they're your friends."

"So how are things with you since finding out about Ivy's trial?" Harry then asked, knowing how upset Draco was the last time they talked about this. It was upsetting and worrying when finding out Ivy was on trial for underage apparition.

"Not as bad as I was," Draco said with a little shrug. It was quite hard for him but just believing that Ivy was all right wherever she is it somehow helped. "I sent mother a letter asking me for as many details as possible about Ivy's trial but haven't got anything back from her."

Harry kissed Draco's neck just for comfort. He might not understand what it would be like to have a relative on trial, only that he would feel stressed and anxious about them. But having Ivy as a best friend who's on trial, he definitely feels a little anxious and scared for the punishments she may be given. "I'm sure your mother's already on it, Draco, Honey."

"I hope so," Draco said in a low voice, but he couldn't help but smile at the pet name Harry gave him. He hoped Ivy was all right. Who knows what the older witch could be feeling about this? He then hesitated and said, "You do realise Umbridge's out to get you?"

Harry sighed sadly. Everything out in the Wizarding world is out to get him. It's fucking tiring. "I know," he drawls.

"And I think she wants you out of the school," Draco said, giving a slight frown from the meetings he, Pansy, Theodore, Vincent, Blaise, and even Gregory have been going back and forth to. He just knows she is planning something. How would he survive school without Harry being there? No more cuddles, kisses and snuggles... "I believe she'll do anything to try and expel you."

"Can you believe how she's teaching us?" Harry asked with a frown. He just can't believe this at all. It's like going back into muggle school where you only learn things for memory, and knowledge like maths and Science. "Without our wands, not teaching us how to defend ourselves. It's basically muggle school, just without the teaching of magic."

Draco agreed with a grimace, but only on how Umbridge is teaching her classes. He never thought about it being like muggle school. "Honestly, I'd rather have Quirrell back. How are we supposed to prepare for our O.W.L.S. with her teaching us?"

Harry gave a shudder at the memory of Quirrell. Merlin... he had forgotten that was only five years ago. He hesitated at one particular recent memory he was thinking about. "Well, Hermione and Ron were talking about that, and Hermione asked if I would... give defence lessons."

Draco raised one of his delicate blonde eyebrows, "To whom?"

Harry shrugged, "Gryffindor's, classmates, I guess," he tells him. "I told her no." How exactly could he teach a bunch of student's defensive spells when he hardly knows any except Expelliarmus and Expecto Patronum? There were books, obviously. But that's Hermione's thing.

"I believe you should do it," Draco consorts, and he nods his agreement at what Granger suggests Harry to do. It's a very good plan, he admits. Not that he would ever agree and admit it to Granger.

Harry looked at him with surprise, "You do?"

Draco nodded, putting his arms around Harry, and pulling him close. "You and I both know that things are happening that we can't control," he says tellingly, his nose bumping with Harry's. "The best way to prepare is to learn as much as we can now. You are a natural teacher. You know a lot more about defence than most of us, you should teach others."

"Okay, I'll think about it," Harry said thoughtfully with a nod. He kissed him on the nose, making the Slytherin smile and blush as Blaise and Pansy walked past them with knowing looks on their faces. "Hermione said she was going to organise a meeting to see who's interested."

"There's one thing though, Harry. Please, don't get caught." Draco's face was serious, and he wrapped his hand behind the nape of Harry's neck and looked at him soberly. Harry flushed and nodded. "There is something I have to tell you." Draco shifted uncomfortably, "Umbridge came to me and a few other Slytherin's."

"She did? What for?" asked Harry curiously, his hatred for Umbitch rocketing higher than a snitch can fly into the atmosphere and get lost in space, if that was even possible.

"She wants us to spy for her," Draco admitted, and even he didn't want to do such a thing. Spying on his boyfriend for this evil toad woman? Like hell no! But he would have to stay in her good books. His own mother and father are counting on him to stay as close to the Ministry as he can.

"She what?!" Harry looked at him in disbelief, wondering why she needs to get the Slytherin's to do such a thing even if the obvious reason is to expel him from Hogwarts. "What did you tell her?" Oh, hell. This could all end badly.

"What do you think?" Draco scowled, "If I refused then she would know something was wrong. I figure I can help you keep out of trouble if she thinks I am on her side. And, I might find out more of what she is up to and be able to tip you off."

"That could be really useful," Harry said in approval, nodding. It actually sounds kind of exciting to him. "If I do the lessons it will be good to know what she is planning for patrols and everything."

Draco nodded and kissed his nose back, "Now you are thinking like a Slytherin." He was loving the way Harry's cheeks blush pink with little kisses here and there. But what could he say? He always blushes whenever Harry's kissing him or complimenting him.

Harry smiled with a slight blush to his porcelain cheeks and he wrapped his arms around Draco. "Shall we meet in the Library's secret room to spend the weekend together?" he implies, his fingers running through the hairs on the back of Draco's head.

"I'd love to," Draco said and he was already looking forward to the weekend. "We can dance, have a little bit of fun, get your house-elf to bring us food..." But then he hesitated and frowned at the latest news, "Oh, another thing. The Slytherin's will be down at Quidditch Practise tomorrow."

"What?" Harry asked and sounded pretty confused. What he knew was that tomorrow the Gryffindor's have to practise down on the pitch. Not the Slytherin's. "But it's Gryffindor's turn."

"I know, but anyone can go down to the pitch at any time," the blonde Slytherin said, hoping tomorrow won't end badly. "The Slytherin's want to give Ron a hard time. And it's not me, Pansy, or Blaise."

"No, don't do that," Harry said sadly. He could already picture how miserable Ron would be if the Slytherin's make him lose concentration and make Gryffindor be defeated. "He is conscientious enough as it is. If you guys raze him, he will play terribly."

"What do you think would be worse?" asked Draco seriously, the corners of his lips moving down to form a frown. "A hard time at practice or a huge to-do during the first game? May as well get him used to it."

Harry shook his head. He wasn't liking this one bit. "I don't like it, Draco." Why can't life be simple? "Would you actually go with them to practise?"

"Well, it is already planned," Draco said weakly, and he breathed in slowly. "I don't think me, Pansy or Blaise can stop it... Blaise isn't going so I guess I'll stay with him until it ends, then I'll come to find you."

Harry nodded, "I think I should go and tell Ron this..."

"Yeah, I think you should," Draco says. But he wants to tell Harry a little something else too. Something he shouldn't tell, but it needs to be told or future dangerous questions will come up later. "I need to tell you something first though. It's about Ivy." He hesitated for a moment, leaned away from Harry and sat him down on the floor next to the wall. He sat next to him and crossed his legs. "Firstly, I'm sorry for not telling you about this at first, but I had to keep it a secret for Ivy's protection. Pansy and Blaise already know it because of Ivy's behaviour and what she eats. They found out last year towards the end of the year."

Harry raised an eyebrow, thinking about what Draco's said and what he hasn't told him about Ivy. But what does he mean by Ivy's behaviour and what she eats? Ivy's behaviour isn't negative at all. And what she eats? What odd stuff does she eat?

"I'm going to just come right out and say it," Draco said tensely, and he fiddled with his fingers. They felt a little cold so he reached beside him and twined his hand with Harry's. "I'm sure you know that her colour of eyes is unnaturally blue, and we found that out together on the day she tried to commit suicide... Her eyes are indeed black, and there are a few creatures in the wizarding world who have pure black eyes. Another thing... I'm sure you've seen Ivy put what you think is tomato sauce on her food. Especially food that's got garlic in it. Believe it or not, even if she is allergic to garlic, as long as she has something with it she can eat it. That's the biggest clue there. She's also pretty strong and fast, and I mean inhumanely strong and fast. Her skin feels really cold too. Harry, I hope you know what I'm talking about."

Harry just remained silent, thinking deeply of one creature that meets everything Draco has told him. What else could she be? "It actually makes sense," he admits with a slow nod. "I've had a bat visit me in the past or I just see it fly around at night. It's not just any kind of bat either. It's got red eyes and is very friendly. I've patted her before when she flew into the dorm room during the late hours of the night. She just hangs around sometimes. And with what she eats, it makes complete sense that she puts human blood on the food that she can't eat. She's a vampire."

Draco nodded, and he felt relieved he has admitted it to someone else. It hurt to have to keep such a big secret from Harry this whole time. But what confused him was her apparent bat transformation. He didn't know that. He knows some vampires can transform into bats though. "Yeah, she is, and please keep this a secret, Harry. She's half-witch, half-vampire. She was born both and raised as both."

"I'll keep it a secret, but knowing Hermione and the longer she spends with Ivy, if she ever comes back to Hogwarts after her trial, it will take her two guesses before she finds out about what Ivy is," Harry explains it to him, and he leans his head on the Slytherin's shoulder. He's not mad Draco kept this from him. He understands it would be hard for Ivy if everyone finds out what she is: A bloodthirsty vampire running through school sucking the blood out of every hormonal teenager.

"Thank you, Harry," Draco said, and then he leaned away to stand up. He helped Harry back to his feet. "I shouldn't keep you waiting. Go tell Weasel about what the Slytherin's will be doing to him tomorrow."

Harry forced a laugh. "You're welcome, I guess... and yeah, I should." He cupped Draco's face and kissed him quickly then headed off towards Gryffindor Tower, leaving Draco with a smile on his face. What went through his mind at that point was how come he never saw the easy signs of Ivy being a vampire? Her skin was cold, her eyes are black when taking off the lenses, and she's really strong. Not to mention her thirst for blood. How she gets blood? He has no idea.

*****

Harry woke up feeling even terrible than when reading Percy's letter and that was only a couple of days ago. Another bloody nightmare of that night in the graveyard. Harry knew it was around 3 in the morning because the sun wasn't even up, and the moon was slowly disappearing behind the mountains in the distance out the window.

He silently got up, grabbed his invisibility cloak, and made his way to Godric's bedroom. And when inside, he took no hesitation and went inside the bathroom. But then he ran to the toilet and was violently sick to his stomach, only when his stomach was empty, and he was dry heaving, he attempted to get up and make his way to the cupboard. What the hell was that? He thought. He has been eating normally so why the sodding hell did he just vomit? Whatever that was from, he felt even worse.

He grabbed his metal friend out of the tissue box in the cupboard and sliced his skin five times. He immediately felt the overwhelming numbness sensation from cutting at his skin and he felt more focused on what's around him. He watched his blood drip down his arm for a few minutes before putting his blade away and cleaning himself up. From there, he headed back to Gryffindor Tower under his cloak so he can get dressed. After, he headed to the kitchens for something to eat as he doesn't want to go someplace filled with students.

And while Harry went down to the kitchens for something to eat, Draco was eating at the Slytherin's table with Pansy and Blaise. He's been waiting for Harry to walk through those large doors so he can kiss him good morning, but he never came through. His worried boyfriend instincts kicked in and he knew something had probably happened... But what?

Severus could see the worry in his godson's eyes and knew it was because of Potter. He also knew it was the day Potter gets his next dose of the Eating disorder potion and a calming draught. But the problem was where Potter was. He hurriedly ate the rest of his eggs on toast and made his way down to the Dungeons. But of course, Potter's walking down to the basement where apparently the Hufflepuff entrance to their common room is. He followed the boy from a safe distance behind, so he wasn't seen and just as he rounded a corner, he watched the boy stop at a portrait.

He watched closely; Potter rubbed a finger over the pear. It was intriguing to watch the portrait open. He never knew about that. But where did it lead? Once Potter walked through, Severus rushed up to the portrait, but it closed shut before he got to it. Damn it! He thought with a scowl. He raised his hand and gently rubbed his finger over the pair. He took a few steps back in shock. Did it just laugh?

Obviously a Hufflepuff contraption! He walked through the open portrait hole and there he sat Potter sitting at a large elongated table, much like the ones at the Great Hall. But just by staring at the boy from behind, he felt a little compassion towards him. He was all alone, without Draco or any of his friends.

But in the corner of his eye, he saw something move. He looked over and there stood a house-elf looking at him. He placed a finger to his lip to shush the creature and gestured it to come towards him.

When Dobby saw Harry's potion professor ask him to come to him, he obeyed but was a little curious as to why this wizard wanted to speak to him when he's never been spoken to by any other wizard or witch besides Harry, his friends and Dumbledore.

When the house-elf was standing in front of him, he opened the portrait back up and led the house-elf out. When safely away from Potter and his listening ears, he bent down to eye-level with the creature and said, "Are you competent to teleport me to my Potion's ingredients storeroom and back here?"

Dobby nodded at the man wearing all black. He held out his hand for the man to take, Severus raised one of his eyebrows but held the creature's hand. He was teleported with a 'pop' into his storeroom. He immediately walked towards his healing potion section and eyed every potion's name tag until his eyes stopped at the 'Calming Draught' and the 'Eating Disorder' Potion.

Severus grabbed the two vials and gave them to the elf. "Could you please pour these healing potions in Mr Potter's breakfast?" he asked the house elf. "He hasn't been feeling too well as I can distinguish."

Dobby eyed the healing potions curiously. He looked up at the man and nodded. "Dobby will help Harry Potter. Dobby will make Harry happier."

"Very well," Severus said. "Before you depart, please pursue me." He then walked out of his storeroom and to his desk at the far end of the classroom. He dipped his quill in the ink and began writing a skipping slip. Once done, he handed the piece of parchment to the elf. "Deliver that to him too. And inform Mr Potter that Draco intends to convene with him at... a specific tree."

Dobby nodded again. "A certain tree?" the small elf asked curiously, wanting to know more about this location.

"Mr Potter will understand where to converge Draco," Severus assured the house-elf. "Please, off you go! I ought to converse with my godson."

With a 'pop' Dobby left back to the kitchens to pour the potions into Harry's porridge while Severus headed back to the Great Hall. He neared the Slytherin table and tapped on his godson's shoulder. "A word?"

Draco looked at Pansy and Blaise who refused to look anywhere but at him and his godfather and sighed. He nodded at his godfather and followed him out of the Great Hall. When nearing the grand staircase, he stopped and said, "What is it? Do you know where Harry is? Is he safe? I-"

Severus cut him off in his monotoned voice, "I'm confident Mr Potter is secure. He's always in safe hands under Dumbledore's guard. I intended to inform you that you and Mr Potter will meet up at the tree. I don't comprehend which but I'm certain he does."

Draco understood what he meant. The Willow tree is where he will meet Harry. He opened his mouth to ask about Harry again, but the Potions professor had already turned on his heel and left. Rude, he thought as he made his way back into the Great Hall.

Harry couldn't believe he retrieved a note from Professor Snape saying he was allowed to skip Potions and History of Magic today. It was unbelievable! He just didn't believe it but when he asked Dobby about it, he said it was real. But seriously, Snape giving him a pass to be out of two classes? Merlin... He even retrieved his grade on the letter with a 'Great Work!' written in black ink. He got an E. He just couldn't believe it. Doing homework with Draco actually helps him a lot.

But he also had homework to do for Potions that Snape had tasked him for today. Looks like he wasn't getting off that easy. He sighed and after finishing his porridge he felt extremely better. He felt somewhat happy but how? Maybe it was something that Dobby put in his porridge. Could it have been the walnuts? He then made his way back up to Gryffindor tower so he can get started on homework.

Harry met Draco under the Willow tree at lunch. He snuck up on Draco and kissed his neck. Draco chuckled and turned around to stare into emerald green sparkling eyes. "Harry Potter, how lovely to see you again as I never saw you yesterday at all since breakfast, Divination and Potions. Care to explain?" He knew about the letter thanks to Ron, but he just wanted Harry to tell him about it. To talk to him about it so he can comfort his beautiful boyfriend.

Harry smiled sadly at the memory. He felt like he could tell Draco about some bits of yesterday but not a lot. "Wasn't feeling... myself," he tells him sincerely, his hands finding Draco's warm ones and he intertwined their hands together.

"Oh," Draco said with a slight frown. At least Harry seems to be okay. "Are you okay now though?"

Harry raised a hand to Draco's face, caressed Draco's cheek with his thumb while staring deep into silver pools filled with worry. "When I'm with you, I'm always okay," he says sweetly. "You're like a loving magnet, you push away my depression for a while." That part was true, but if he had cut too deeply then the loving magnet wouldn't work.

Draco couldn't help but smile, grab onto Harry's hand from on his cheek and kiss his palm. "Whenever you need to...just come to me, Harry. We can both fight the urge together. I'll always be here for you, remember that."

Harry embraced Draco in a hug and smelt the vanilla cologne from the Slytherin's neck. He looked up into Draco's eyes and kissed him softly. How many times does he have to think or say that this is the man he wants in his life for a very long time?

When the kiss ended, Draco looked at Harry sadly and asked, "Can I see your arms?"

Harry sighed and leaned out of the hug. He rolled his left sleeve up as he knew he had nothing to hide from Draco and revealed lines of fresh red cuts from yesterday morning.

"The other arm?" Draco asked while trying his best to hide the worry. He knew it was a little too much to ask to see his suicidal boyfriend's arms, but he just wanted to see and try to understand it all. He knew he wouldn't understand Harry's pain, but he will try to.

Harry frowned and rolled up his right sleeve to reveal the same fresh red cuts, but they were the ones he made this morning. Bright red and very concerning. He was okay showing Draco his cuts, it's just when he felt numb, he wouldn't ever show him or anybody. He would just want to feel numb.

Draco frowned and brought both of Harry's arms up to inspect. They were so deep... the cuts. So red... Merlin, wouldn't this hurt? How could he help Harry with his cutting? "Is there any way at all that I can help?" he asked and gave each scar a gentle kiss like it could heal Harry's scars.

Harry shrugged slightly, awkward that the Slytherin was kissing his scars. He really doesn't know but he would like the help at times. "I don't know, Draco." He even sounded unsure of himself.

"Can I book another appointment for you, Harry?" Draco asked sadly, looking back up into green eyes. "You and I both know it helped you just a bit."

"We won't be able to get there without Ivy, Draco," Harry reminded him. He's totally forgotten about Ivy. Merlin... how good of a friend is he now? He pulled his arms away from Draco and rolled up the sleeves.

"I know, but perhaps Severus can be at help," Draco suggested gently. He hoped he didn't hurt Harry by applying too much pressure onto his arms. Maybe the cuts are pretty fatal. If even the slightest of touch to his arm hurts...

"Professor Snape. Helping me?" Harry said in complete disbelief. This has got to be some kind of joke and he doesn't exactly trust adults because of the punishment he had been given. "I don't know, Draco. I don't really trust adults, not in this state I'm in."

"But you trust my mother," Draco added with a small smile, knowing how well Harry was around his mother in Venice. She was acting like another mother would but towards Harry. "You told her, Sirius and me about everything."

"It's because she's your mother, Draco," Harry replied almost at once, smiling at Draco's smile that lit his insides up with happiness and warmth. "She has this...I don't know, this vibe. A motherly vibe and it's much stronger than Mrs Weasley's. It's like she's my own mother, minus the Black heritage."

Draco thought that this was incredible to hear from Harry. "I'm glad you trust her, and that she's like a mother to you," he says lightly. It was so heartwarming. "She would love to hear that from you. You are a part of the family already, except for marriage." And then he adds in a quieter mumbled voice, "Which will come later."

"She did say I can call her mum once at your Manor," Harry admitted sheepishly. It was quite funny to hear from Narcissa herself. He already felt like family when she invited him into her home. He didn't hear what Draco had mumbled though. He still was smiling at the memories of all the dates they went on.

"How's Quidditch these days, except for that bludger incident, of course?" asked Draco inquisitively, and Harry winced from the last time Fred had an accident with a Bludger.

"It's fine," Harry said. He really misses going one on one with Draco. "I keep catching the Snitch before anybody can actually score a goal, but I think it's because I don't have anyone to challenge with."

Draco nodded. He felt the same too when practising alone on the pitch with only the Slytherin's. "Are you ready for our Quidditch Match?" he then asks, slightly changing the topic to something a little more intriguing. "There are only two more weeks left to go."

Harry grinned his excitement. "I'm so ready! It's been too long since we've been sneaking out at night to play."

"Don't look too confident, Potter," Draco said smugly, smirking. "You only got the snitch last time because I wasn't stupid enough to fly into a Quidditch stand." Harry chuckled and kissed Draco again but slowly. "So, about Severus..." Draco trailed off with a smile after the kiss. "If I can get him to agree in helping you, will you be willing to talk to him about everything?"

"Ugh!" Harry said in disappointment. He wouldn't be caught dead talking to Snape about his problems. He'll just end up muttering nonsense to the potions professor than being able to talk to him. "Can't I talk to your mother?" his voice became softer instead of full of dissatisfaction. "She's lovelier and doesn't hate me."

Draco smiled at the compliment to his mother. "I'll tell you what... Let's go and ask Severus after our last class of the day and if he says no, then I'm sure my mother would love to come around and talk. But that's only if he refuses and if he says yes... well, you are welcome."

"Okay, fine," Harry said glumly with a defeated sigh. Why does it have to be Snape? And why is life so unfair? Besides having Draco in his life, of course. "I hope Snape refuses though."

Draco laughed. Typical Harry. "I'm sure you do," he said with a teasing nudge on the side. "I still don't know how you hate him so much."

"Hmmm... let me see," Harry said vexatiously while crossing his arms over his chest. He hoped he didn't sound sarcastic though... "He's rude, annoying, snappish, hated me since first sight..."

Draco shook his head in disapproval with a smile and pulled Harry's hands down so he could intertwine them with his own. Yes, his godfather can be a pain at times but that's just it, nobody has seen the caring side of Severus Snape but him and his mother. He leaned closer and kissed Harry's nose. Harry smiled and crossed his eyes to look at the tip of his nose. He smiled lovingly at Harry. How can this Gryffindor be so adorable and hot at the same time? "You're so charming, Harry."

"You're so cute, Draco," Harry responded back sweetly while returning the loving smile. They both leaned in for a kiss but bumped into each other's foreheads. They chuckled, Harry leaned left and Draco right and they kissed slowly. It was just a soft touch of lips, no tongues as it's just love they are giving each other. The kiss of love. Eventually, they knew Herbology was their next class so they ended the share of lovable kisses and headed there.

Fanged Geranium was what they had to learn about in Herbology, and it was tough. The little rascals kept biting at everyone's fingers. The funny thing was Seamus tried to strangle his, and it didn't work out very well. It only made the plant even furious and try snapping at everything and everyone.

Harry tickled his Geranium under its chin. He laughed as the plant started making weird almost giggling sounds. It was such an adorable little plant. He pondered if he would be able to take it home with him. Well, he doesn't exactly know where home is besides Hogwarts. It's either with Sirius at Grimmauld place or with Draco and Narcissa at the Venetian Manor.

Draco tickled Harry under the chin with a smile. He loved how Harry was teasing the plant but also felt a little sorry for the plant as it doesn't have hands it can whack anyone with to make the torturous ticking stop.

Harry squirmed a little and laughed from the tickles and wasn't looking where his finger had gone. 'Chomp'. "Oww!" He said loudly, releasing his finger from the plant's teeth. He was shaking his fingers in the air and glared at the plant. "You nasty fucking little bugger!"

Draco smirked at the swear word and gave Harry's Geranium a high-five which it gave him back. Well, it was more like a finger-five. His work here was done, and he made friends with a little plant too. Can his day get any better?

Harry rolled his eyes and muttered to himself, "Git of a boyfriend picking sides with a plant instead of me... Bloody fucking plant gaining all of the attention. Wait until I lock it up again in its pot for the day."

Draco only heard the words, "git," "sides," and "plant," from Harry. He kissed his boyfriend's cheek with a smile, finding it funny how Harry could ever think he would pick sides with a plant over him. After all, it was just a little fun and games.

Harry smiled when feeling Draco's lips kiss his cheek. He intertwined a hand with him while glaring down at the Geranium. "We have Potions tomorrow."

"It's not that bad, Harry," Draco said subtly. He was blushing as he'd been caught kissing Harry by Professor Sprout. At least the professor didn't take it too far and give him a detention for it, or even faint.

"For you, no," Harry said with slight arrogance. "You're his favourite student, might I add."

Draco sighed and shook his head at Harry's attitude. He leaned closer and whispered into Harry's ear, "If I fuck you on his office desk, I'm sure it will change his mind about me. How do you like that, Harry? My sexy, Gryffindor man-beast."

"Maybe we should do that," Harry said with a grin while looking deep into Draco's eyes and everything the Slytherin said just turned on his private areas. Of course, he wouldn't want to do it anytime this week but possibly next week.

As Herbology finished, they departed ways with a kiss and Harry headed to Transfiguration and sat next to Ron. He totally forgot about Umbridge and how she will be checking up on every classroom. He only half-listened to what Ron had to say about Umbridge getting something she deserves. He wished Draco were here with him. He would probably feel much better having him here when Umbitch is here to inspect.

Harry gave a small sigh of relief when Professor McGonagall marched into the classroom. The sooner the class starts the sooner it will end. It was nearly funny when McGonagall kept ignoring Umbridge and her 'Hem-hem's'.

When Seamus handed back Harry's essay, he felt relieved he got an E. An E just like in Potions. How will he thank Draco for this? He tried listening to McGonagall's lecture, but it was hard when you have an annoying pink toad in the classroom with you.

Harry tried his best to complete the spell on the mice. He nearly stuffed up but remembered how Draco taught him to do it even if he used a snail. Harry gave a sigh of relief as class was over. No more Umbridge until tomorrow! He quickly packed everything up and Hurried to the Potion's classroom in the Dungeons.

Draco was leaning on the door of the Potion's classroom waiting for Harry and when he saw him, he wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and kissed him. Even just having an hour away from Harry really sucked. Harry kissed back slowly and lovingly even if he still felt numb. Well, he could feel the numb haze lifting and his dark thoughts coming back to him. He knew what this means. Either another trip back to Godric's room or just to scratch at his cuts.

Draco leaned out of the kiss with a smile. He could see the worrying numbness in the boy's eyes. His little modest Harry. So cute and innocent but suffering terribly. "I missed you, Harry."

Harry forced a chuckle at the Slytherin. "How?" he asked numbly. He admits he also missed Draco during Transfiguration's. It was hard not to be around him when he needed him the most. "It's only been an hour."

"I know." Draco kissed him on the lips quickly before leading him into the Potion's classroom. Harry sat at a desk in the front while drawing circles around the table with his finger. Draco continued to eye Harry concernedly, he knew something was up. Harry's eyes were so dull, lifeless and he was unable to help but think if Harry still blamed himself for Cedric's death. He walked up to Professor Snape and asked if he could help Harry with his depression.

The dark Professor clasped his hands together and looked from Draco to Harry and back to Draco. "I suppose it would be best if Narcissa would assist Mr Potter as I have not a considerable extent of time for meetings due to all the O.W.L.S.'s I have to grade in the adjacent future."

Draco sighed, disappointed. The owls are a fair time away though. So, his godfather has no good excuses to try to convince him otherwise. "But the O.W.L.S.'s are next term, Professor. Couldn't you at least try the offer until then?"

Severus thought for a moment, looking at his ink bottle like it could see the future. "You declare it's an offer, Draco. What might I obtain in return?"

"I'll help Harry ace his Potion examinations," Draco said haughtily. He's helped Harry with homework before so how bad could it be? "Help Harry get at least an E in his finals. Or if you'd like, I can help him get an O."

"That's a vast offer, Draco," Severus said, his eyebrow raised. How could his godson do that in a matter of months? "What if I intend further than that?"

"Name your price then?" Draco said, but then he regretted asking as he knew what Severus wanted. "I will not break up with Harry if that's what you're asking!" Harry looked up at them in alarm. Would Draco's godfather dare do that to their relationship?

"I wasn't going to declare that, Draco. I am happy to take up the insignificant offer. I am also happy for you mutually, even if I have doubts about your relationship," Severus said as he turned to glare at Harry. "Mr Potter unquestionably requires the enhancement in grades if he's willing to be an Auror, as what I assume, he aspires."

"Very well, Professor. It is a deal," Draco stated firmly, getting his Professor's attention back. "When will Harry's appointments be and am I able to come along?"

"Thursdays. After class," Severus declared bitterly. "Only you are competent to come, nobody else and please, no snogging in the appointment."

Harry chuckled at that rule. Okay, maybe this rule will be hard to break. He hates getting interrupted by someone when snogging Draco.

"Alright, no snogging," Draco said with a nod, although sighing at the damn rule. Why can't it be something simple like no... alright, he does get his godfather's point there. "That is a shame, I love annoying the heck out of you."

Severus rolled his eyes at his Godson. He does declare he's somewhat fond of infuriating his godson in return. Perchance they ought to commence organising prank wars in the future. "Good. Now, since we have that all sorted... Both of you, out!"

Harry scrambled to his feet, grabbing Draco's hand, and strolled out of the classroom, eager to get away. Draco laughed and pulled Harry to a wall; his hands pushed Harry's hands up against the wall as he stared deeply into his green eyes. He leaned in and kissed him hard. All Draco could hear coming from Harry's mouth, was a slow "mmm" and he loved it.

Severus caught the two snogging outside of his classroom and sighed. Merlin... how does he survive these two? "Must you be snogging in the halls whilst I am around on this dreadful night?"

Draco broke out of the kiss and narrowed his eyes at his Godfather with a smirk. He wrapped his arms around Harry's back and pulled him into a loving hug. "Aren't we adorable?" he asked his Godfather with a smile.

Severus scowled at the loving couple. Can't they get a room? "Don't give me that look, Draco."

"Yes, whatever Professor," Draco said but kissed Harry's cheek. This is why he loves annoying his godfather, making him admit stuff that he most certainly won't say in class. "We are, aren't we? Admit it, Professor."

"No, Draco," said Severus with a shake of his head. "None of your foolish flirting with Potter is adorable."

Harry sighed and pulled Draco into another kiss, ignoring his Professor's hateful and rude words. Draco smiled in the kiss and cupped Harry's cheeks, loving every minute of this.

"Let me remind you both that I intended what I said beforehand," the Potion's Professor unwaveringly said. "No snogging in the appointment sessions or anywhere in the vicinity of my classroom!"

Draco groaned and pulled out of the kiss. He glared back at his Godfather. "Fine!"

"Good," Severus scowled in annoyance at his godson's attitude. Really, how does he survive these two? No, children in general. "Now, both of you intend to return to your equitable house dormitories for the night after dinner!"

With a sigh, Harry and Draco walked down the corridor and headed to dinner. But dinner was pretty short as they wanted to spend some time together alone, so they headed up to Gryffindor tower. When entering the common room, they headed for the showers. They undressed, Harry turned on the taps and Draco sighed at the warmth that showered down on him.

Harry stood right underneath the shower which drenched him, and Draco laughed. "Ha-Ha," the Gryffindor said with sarcasm. "Very funny." Draco joined Harry underneath the raining shower and placed his arms around Harry's waist. He smiled at how hot Harry looked when all wet.

Harry looked up at his boyfriend's neatly styled hair and brought his hands up to run them through. He smirked at how perfect it still looked even if the Slytherin's hair still had a few strands of hair sticking up, but he loved it. "If you had the power to transform into one animal at will, what would you chose?"

Draco shrugged at the question. He has never been asked such a question. "I've never thought about it. Maybe a snow leopard or a white wolf?" He has dreamt about running through a snowy forest as a white wolf or even yet, a snow leopard. "You?"

"Probably some kind of bird, like an eagle or a crow," Harry said while placing his hands behind Draco's neck, and he pressed their cocks together. "I don't know." He loves the feel of his genitals touching Draco's. It just feels so natural and good. It's a little like sex, just without the movements.

Draco smiled and kissed him slowly. He could feel Harry melting in his embrace, and it was beautiful. Harry is beautiful. Harry is his and only his. He tightened his grip on Harry and that just made their pricks grind together, but he doesn't feel any need to have sex.

And after a couple more minutes of light kissing and hugging, they turned off the showers, dried themselves off and got dressed in their nice snugly pyjamas. They crawled into Harry's bed back up in the dormitory, kissed goodnight and fell asleep in each other's arms under the maroon coloured bed sheets.

Well, that was until Harry said, "I need some help on my homework task I got this morning." He opened his eyes and stared at his sleepy boyfriend. He leaned over and placed gentle kisses on the Slytherin's eyelids as they were closed.

Draco groaned into Harry's neck and placed an arm around his waist. Why now? He wants his sleep. "Why didn't you finish it earlier?" he mumbled tiredly.

"I tried," Harry said honestly. He really did but he just didn't understand what he had to write about on the various varieties of venom antidotes. Like does he list all of them? Should he explain briefly all the ingredients in every antidote?

"But?" asked Draco as he sleepily opened his eyes. Harry has got to have a good excuse for this. Will he ever get to sleep?

"I just don't know what he wants me to do on it," Harry confessed with a sigh. He tried to think of many other ways in which he could write this homework essay. It's just so difficult! It's like advanced maths. Pythagoras, for example. Sin, Cos, and Tan. Difficult. Just without the mathematical equations.

"You're supposed to list all the varieties of venom antidotes and what ingredients they have in them," Draco exclaims to him and lets out a yawn which makes Harry yawn too. Yawning is contagious after all.

Harry looked at him, puzzled. "How did you know what my homework task is?"

Draco smiled. How could he not know? "Everyone got the homework task, Harry," he told him. "Well, I don't know how you obtained homework since you weren't even in class this morning. Which reminds me... where were you?"

"I... um..." Should Harry tell the Slytherin about his morning or keep it bottled up? He knows from Draco that it is better to talk about things though.

Draco moved his hand up to Harry's cheek and rubbed his thumb at the Gryffindor's cheekbone. He wanted Harry to talk to him about whatever happened even if the talking goes until midnight. "Talk to me, my love."

Harry sighed and told his blonde Slytherin boyfriend about how he woke up feeling terrible, how he didn't want to eat in the Great Hall and why he wasn't in class. "So yeah, and then my grade on my moonstone essay was an... E!"

"Congrats, Harry!" Draco said with commendation and leaned over to kiss him. But he was still worried for Harry. Especially the part where he was sick to his stomach. He leaned out of the kiss and sighed, "So, what caused you to vomit?"

Harry gave a little shrug. He hasn't a clue why he vomited. Perhaps his eating disorder has come back? Oh, Merlin. He hopes not. "I don't know... I wasn't feeling hungry at all that morning, but I ended up pushing myself to the kitchen."

Draco thought that was good that Harry could make himself eat. But he would like Harry to be able to eat willingly. "We can talk about this tomorrow, my darling. Right now, you should finish off your homework. When did Sev say it is due?"

"Tomorrow," Harry mumbled guiltily. He just wanted to sleep. It was silly of him to not finish it when he had those two hours to get it done.

Draco groaned again and sat up. He really needs to teach Harry how to properly organise his time, so he has time for things he likes to do. "Let's get this essay finished then. And you'll be doing it. I'll be watching and helping you with small bits and pieces and questions."

With a deep sigh, Harry reached into his book bag and grabbed his potions book out and the parchment he was writing on. He got Draco to read what he had already done and sighed in relief that it was 'Great!' He hoped it was great... And after thirty minutes, Harry finished off his essay and placed it in his bookbag to give to Snape tomorrow. He pulled Draco back up into bed, kissed him slowly as a goodnight then fell asleep minutes later.

*****

They both woke up as the sounds of feet shuffling were heard throughout the room. Harry groaned and rested his head on Draco's chest just so the Slytherin won't be able to move. Draco gave a chuckle and kissed Harry's forehead which made Harry smile and wraps his arms around the blonde tightly.

"Harryyyyy" Draco muttered with a prolonged 'y'. Even if he was a little tired, he still wants some food in his stomach and head to class early. "We need to get dressed and head to breakfast. I believe it's Bacon and egg Toasty Tuesday."

Harry just groaned on Draco's chest. He actually slept far better than normal nights where he would only get around 4-5 hours of sleep. Last night, it seemed he had around 8 or even more. He felt really proud he slept well. "Fiiiiiiiiiine," he sluggishly leaned away from Draco's chest but leaned down to give the Slytherin a morning kiss.

Once dressed, they proceeded to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry piled an egg and a couple of slices of bacon on a piece of toast he put on his plate and folded in to make it like a hot dog.

Draco laughed at how Harry ate bacon and eggs on toast instead of doing it the normal way and cutting the bread in half like a sandwich, but he couldn't complain. It was adorable how Harry did it. He continued to eat his toast covered with lemon jam while putting an arm around Harry and slightly listening to Pansy rant about how Niffler's are better pets than Bowtruckles to Blaise.

When they both finished eating but there was still time until class, they headed out into a corridor for some alone time. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and smiled while Draco placed his arms around Harry's waist and smiled back.

"I decided to do it," Harry said, staring into silver orbs with a loving smile. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking to even think about it.

"Do what?" Draco asked as he placed a little kiss on Harry's nose.

"The defence lessons," Harry said while looking down at the tip of his nose where Draco kissed it. He loves how Draco gives him affection with all these sweet kisses. "We're actually going to have a meeting at the Hogs Head this Saturday and see who decided to join."

"Damn, I was hoping to spend the Hogsmeade day with you," Draco murmured foiledly with a little frown. He was really excited about this day so he can spend it with his Harry and do as much as they can.

Harry clucked his tongue on the roof of his mouth in thought. "Sorry, love," He raised a hand and caressed Draco's cheek while tilting his head to the side. "Can I make it up to you some other way?"

Draco smiled sweetly at him. He was thinking of having a dance with this Gryffindor some time. But a different kind of dance. There's the dancing together with slow music playing in the background, and there's dancing in bed together. "How about a dance?"

"A dance? Here, in the middle of the corridor?" asked Harry in disbelief but with an excited smile. He loved the sound of that, to just dance in the corridors while staring into each other's eyes. It sounded damn romantic.

Draco shrugged. He didn't see anyone walking through this corridor, but he would rather have a private dance with this guy. "There's no one around so I guess we can, but let's have that dance sometime during the night in the future."

"Let's save that dance for the library's secret room then," Harry said while leaning out of the embrace and intertwined their hands together. Whenever that promised dance will be, he cannot wait. "Right now, we have got to get to class."

Draco gave a sigh until Harry leaned in and kissed him. He kissed back with a slow smile but then Harry broke away and they started walking out of the castle, making their way down for a double lesson of Care of Magical Creatures.

But as they got down there, they had to split into houses as Umbridge came down to inspect the class. More like she came to interrupt.

Harry paid no attention to Umbridge as she interrupted the Care of Magical creatures' class. Instead, he just stared at the ground blankly, wondering what it would be like to actually turn her into the toad that she is. What was the spell? Bippity Boppity Boo?

Hermione grinned at what she was seeing and poked Harry in the shoulder. Harry looked at her curiously, waiting for an answer from the gesture. He disliked being poked because the touch always stayed for a while. It was quite an unpleasant feeling, unless it was Draco who was poking him.

"Draco's been ogling you for the past 15 minutes," Hermione whispered with a knowing smile to her lips, and Harry felt himself blush as he hesitantly looked up at Draco, who was indeed watching him with a smile and a slight red tinge to his cheeks from being caught.

Harry smiled and wriggled his fingers at the blonde Slytherin, noticing how redder his cheeks were becoming. Oh, Merlin. Harry just wanted to snog the Slytherin senseless in front of Umbridge but really did not want detention because of it. Or, he wondered, would it be worth it? He moved closer to Draco slowly, while keeping an eye on Umbridge and decided to play a short game of 'What's the time, Mr Wolf '.

"Harry!" Draco hissed, looking from his boyfriend to the High Inquisitor with concern. Whatever Harry is trying to do, he hopes it won't be something that he'll get into trouble for. "What are you doing?"

"This," Harry whispered with a smirk, looking back at Umbridge and took the last steps towards Draco to place a kiss on his fairly warm cheek.

Draco smiled lovingly at Harry and tangled their hands together. He looked back at Umbridge, who was thoroughly interested in what she was doing and took a few steps back, taking Harry with him. They kept walking backwards until they entered the forest, Draco pulled Harry behind a large tree and pinned him to it. He smirked at the powerless Gryffindor, "You have no idea how long I've waited to do this."

Harry stared into silver eyes with need, licking his lips, he said, "Then do it."

Draco kissed him hard, tangling his fingers in Harry's messy black hair. Harry responded by moving his hands down Draco's sides to grip his arse cheeks. Draco moaned in the kiss but knew they could not keep this up for long as class was to soon end so he leaned out, panting, and really loving how red he made Harry's lips turn out to be. He smiled at Harry, and Harry smiled back. "You are incredibly handsome, Harry," he whispered, giving Harry another quick kiss.

Harry blushed from the compliments and bit down on his bottom lip. "Not as handsome as you, Draco," he complimented back, his hands still squeezing Draco's arse cheeks and moving them apart.

Draco shook his head, knowing that's not entirely true as the most handsome man is literally standing in front of him while pinned up against the tree. "Let's head back, I don't want people making up a search party just to find you."

Harry smirked as he had other ideas and turned the both of them around, so he had Draco pinned to the tree. "Or... I could make it look like you had just been snogged to death by me," he says smoothly. "Truthfully, I know it'd be rather hot to see you walk out of the forest with your hair messed up because of me an-"

"Do it," Draco interrupted, giving Harry a challenging smile and he pressed his cock against Harry's through the material of their pants and boxers.

Harry kept the smirk on his face as he moved his hands up to Draco's head, pulling at the hairs and ending the space between them in a hard kiss. He raked his hand through the Slytherin's blonde locks while hungrily asking for entrance in Draco's mouth. And as soon as he obtained entrance, he slipped his tongue in Draco's mouth and started tasting him.

Draco moaned as he felt Harry explore him with his wet hot tongue. It was sensational and something he craved for. It wasn't until Harry leaned out, that Draco just didn't want that moment to end. As he saw Harry's cheeky grin and green eyes looking up at his hair, he knew he probably looked at least like a blonde version of Harry but just without the cute glasses, scar, and gorgeous green eyes.

Then they decided to walk back to the lesson, not gathering the attention of students until Blaise started snickering at Draco because of his hair. Draco felt humiliated but squeezed Harry's hand for reassurance. As he felt Harry squeeze back, he began to calm down.

Harry too sniggered at the blonde messy hair and started tidying it up as he felt like he had his fun for the day. He just loved seeing a messy-haired Draco, it always brightens up his day no matter what. But by the look on the Slytherin's face, he knew he felt uncomfortable, so he fixed Draco's hair.

"Are you using your saliva for gel?" Draco whispered and smiled awkwardly. He swore he saw Harry lick his palm and use it to caress his hair. Even if it was kind of gross, he had to admit that it was bloody hot.

"It depends, will you be mad if I did use my saliva?" Harry asked, distractedly fixing the Slytherin's blonde hair. He wouldn't mind if the Slytherin did the same to him. He loves Draco's saliva. He could let Draco salivate in his mouth for long minutes.

"Not at all, Harry," Draco said, and he rose an eyebrow as he saw Harry lick his hand again and use that hand to fix his blonde hair. Merlin, sweet mother of Merlin.

"Boys!" Professor Grubblyplank snapped at the Gryffindor and Slytherin. "Might I remind you that this is not a hair salon but a class where you are learning about Puffskeins?" Harry immediately dropped his hands from Draco's hair and rushed to Hermione before Umbridge could turn around and see him.

"I apologise for interrupting, but who was doing what in your class that disturbed you?" Umbridge asked sweetly to Professor Grubblyplank.

Grubblyplank glanced at the two boys for a sec before turning back to the High Inquisitor. "I'm sorry, but I just thought I saw two students in the forest... playing with dirt instead of studying the Bowtruckle."

"Is that so?" Umbridge asked and took a note down on her clipboard.

Harry grinned at Draco. If he hadn't walked away from Draco in time who knows what could have happened? Probably another detention. Oh, Merlin. How would another detention be like? Harry tried to focus on the class instead of looking over at Draco, who was very distracting, as his hair still was a little messy but still looked neat as well. Draco was literally perfect. He doesn't even know how Draco doesn't believe it.

As soon as Umbridge left, Harry sighed in relief and made his way back to Draco. He wrapped his arms around the blonde and kissed his cheek. Draco smiled and turned his head around so he could give Harry a kiss. Harry pulled out of the kiss as he had a strange feeling that they were being watched. And, of course, they were. They were being watched by their classmates, but they really didn't care.

Even Seamus and Dean started snogging just so everyone wouldn't pay attention to Draco and Harry. And then followed by Blaise and Ron, they started snogging and then Pansy and Hermione.

Professor Grubblyplank just sighed and smiled at the happy couples. The rest of the class either giggled at the couples or stared at the ground and Neville was one of them. Neville looked from the ground and up to the Slytherin's. He locked eyes with a particular Slytherin who goes by the name of Theodore Nott and felt his cheeks warm up. But why were his cheeks reddening?

Theodore raised an eyebrow at the Gryffindor looking at him and then he smirked. Neville gulped at that Slytherin smirk from the boy and took a few steps back just out of caution. Theodore rushed over to Neville and pinned him to the tree right behind the Gryffindor and felt his cheeks reddening with what he knows is a blush. They both stared into each other's eyes for a short while, hearts pounding in their chests, blood boiling in their veins until Neville grabbed the Slytherin's tie and yanked him towards him in a kiss. A shock. That's what they both felt. Lips and teeth mashed together and they both melted into each other's embrace. Neville moved his hand up to touch the Slytherin's cheeks, but Theodore slapped his hand away. Neville hesitantly lowered his hand but slid it around the Slytherin's waist. That hand stayed there throughout the kiss until they were running out of air.

Theodore was the one who ended the kiss. He stared into those hazel eyes that look so attractive and which are staring right back at him. "Neville... I..."

Neville leaned his forehead on Theodore's. This was something new in his life that he doesn't know how to take further. Yes, he's knows that this particular Slytherin is rather attractive. Especially since he plays Quidditch, is rather... handsome... He just doesn't know what to think or know. He's never thought about having a loving relationship with someone as he's always focused on his schoolwork. He just can't give up, just like how his parents didn't give up on trying to kill Bellatrix. Which... they failed miserably. But he didn't want to think about that depressing thought. "That was wonderful," he said breathlessly, staring into pools of blue. A very pretty blue... Almost like the ocean's shade of blue.

Theodore chuckled softly. "I-I was wondering... since it's Hogsmeade weekend this... umm... weekend, I was hoping we could-"

Neville cut him off, "-Yes." He hesitated and placed his other hand on the Slytherin's waist. "I'd like to go with you to Hogsmeade... like a date."

Theodore smiled and leaned a little closer, to which Neville's cheeks flared redder in colour. "Wonderful!" And then he kissed him again.

Harry smiled at his dorm mate kissing one of the Slytherin's. He was really happy for Neville, that is if Nott is the one who Neville chooses and he wishes them both happiness.

"Seems like I need to have a talk with Theodore," Draco said in a hushed tone. Theodore has never told him he liked boys, so this was something new to observe. "I didn't know he had an interest in men. I thought he had a thing for Pansy."

"Seems like it," Harry responded quietly. It also appears that he would have a talk with Neville too. He looked at Draco, "What class do we have next after Lunch?"

"Potions," Draco muttered and looked back at Harry. Harry groaned and rested his head on Draco's shoulder. Draco laughed sympathetically and kissed Harry's forehead with a smile. "Come on, darling. Let's head up for some lunch."

*****

Harry felt happier for the rest of the weekend as he spent it with Draco. It was mostly just working on homework for a few hours but after that, they'd just snuggle up to each other either in the Library's secret room or their house common rooms. They much preferred the secret room as it was just them two alone with each other. But it was also nice being with others in the common room of the house of Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Harry and Draco decided to meet in the library's secret room at lunch. Harry went down to the kitchens to gather some sausage rolls, meat pies and garlic bread to eat with Draco. When he entered the room, he saw Draco fiddling with some CDs near the music player. He crept in silently, placed the picnic basket down on the couch and snuck up behind the Slytherin.

"I know you're there, Harry," Draco said, looking at Harry's reflection in the mirror in front of him. His glasses were a little crooked on Harry's nose and his insides just melted from how adorable that is. How could he not when your boyfriend smells amazing like Pine and the scent just fills up the room like the smell of Spaghetti Bolognese on a Friday afternoon.

Harry sighed, snaked his arms around Draco's waist and kissed his neck. Damn it, he was supposed to frighten Draco for a little bit of fun. He looked at the mirror and smiled deviously. He noticed his glasses were a little crooked, so he pushed them up his nose and fixed them in place. "Right... I didn't see the mirror, forgot it was even there."

Draco pushed in a CD into the music player, hearing it click and start playing the first song: Wild Horses. He turned around, intertwined his and Harry's hands together and led them into the middle of the room. He bowed down, stared up at Harry and offered his hand, "May I have this dance?"

Harry laughed and nodded. He grasped Draco's hand and placed the other hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco smiled and placed his other hand on Harry's waist. They slow danced together, looking deep in each other's eyes, and swayed with the rhythm of the song.

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses we'll ride them some day
Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses we'll ride them some day

"What is the meaning of this song?" Draco asked curiously as he was so lost in the pools of emerald green staring right back at him. "It's confusing."

Harry shrugged slightly and leaned his chin on Draco's shoulder. "I think it means that If you say that wild horses wouldn't make you do something, you mean that nothing would make you do it. For example, wild horses wouldn't drag this secret out of me. You get me?"

"Oh, I get that now," Draco said with a nod. But then his face turned serious, "What secret are you hiding from me, Harry Potter?"

Harry shook his head. He hasn't got any secrets to tell unless he tells Draco about all the times he's cut. That'll just be uncomfortable to tell... "I'm not hiding anything from you, Draco Malfoy." Well, except for the Gryffindor room but he needs that place at times for his own reasons.

Draco looked at Harry hard, thinking if he was telling the truth or not. He gave a soft sigh and kissed Harry's cheek. By the time that song finished, American Pie started playing.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
Something touched me deep inside
The day the music died
So

Bye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good ole boys were drinking whisky and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Draco laughed at the lyrics, he did not understand what any of it meant and asked, "What in Merlin's name in a Chevy and a levee?"

Harry smiled at Draco and leaned in to kiss him. He loves how he knows so much about the muggle world and Draco has no clue that it even exists. "A Chevy is a type of car, and a Levee is another word for petrol station," he explains, his forehead bumping against Draco's pale forehead as they danced in slow circles. "It's just slang from back in the '60s and 70's."

"Ah, okay," Draco said. He understood that now. He wondered how different the muggle 60s and 70s were from the wizarding world's 60s and 70s. "Was that another song from the pebbles?"

"The stones, Draco," Harry corrected him with a smile. "The rolling stones." It seems he has a lot to teach Draco about. Oh, how would he teach him how to use a toaster, microwave, or a washing machine?

Draco made a noise of disapproval. Weren't stones and pebbles the same thing? "Whatever it is, pebbles and stones are the same things."

Harry laughed at the Slytherin. "I guess so."

"No, I know so," Draco whispered smugly while leaning in and kissing the smile off of Harry's face. Harry let out a small "mmm" during the kiss as he wrapped both arms around Draco's neck.

Shot through the heart
And you're to blame
You give love a bad name (bad name)
I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name (bad name)
You give love, a bad name

Draco led Harry around the room in a ballroom dance with the music. It was a little hard to keep with the rhythm as it was a rock song, but they didn't mind as they enjoyed every bit of the dancing.

*****

Harry walked into Snape's private quarters in the Slytherin Dungeon led by Draco. It was his first appointment with the Potion's professor, and he was a little nervous. They both stood face-to-face to a portrait of a large forest with an old circular well in the centre of a small grassy clearing. To Harry, it looked scary and he thought he saw a hand move up from the inside of the well.

"Hellebore," Draco muttered, and immediately, the portrait swung open. He smiled over at Harry and kissed his cheek.

Harry gave Draco a nervous smile and sighed, hoping this appointment won't go terribly. Harry walked through the portrait, followed by Draco until they entered an apartment-looking room with black and silver armchairs and a couch. It had a brightly lit fireplace, a couple of dark bookshelves, a kitchen and a hallway leading to a door at the end.

Harry sat down on the couch and shyly looked down at the fluffy grey circular rug which lay on the floor of the lounge room. It was a little weird, knowing your dark Potions professor had something fluffy but black in his living quarters.

Draco sat down beside Harry and held his hand for comfort as he knew Harry would need it. He could see the nerves in his boyfriend's eyes, he could easily see it.

"So, how did you sleep last night?" Snape asked flatly as he stared at the two boys from on his favourite armchair right next to the flaming fireplace.

"I had a great sleep," Draco said enthusiastically with a smile. He knew his godfather just meant Harry, but he thought by sounding enthusiastic, Harry would open up a little more to his Professor Snape.

"I meant Mr Potter, but that's moral too," Snape said, giving his godson a twitch of his lips which he thought resembled a small smile.

"I slept...okay," Harry replied while looking up at his professor. That wasn't a total lie, but he didn't get eight to ten hours of sleep last night. The best he could do was about five hours. Last night he just slept four hours but that was okay, right?

Snape nodded thoughtfully as he looked into those green eyes of Potter's. So much like her eyes. "I know you do not trust me, Potter, and I completely comprehend why. I know I've misjudged you dishonestly, and I've shown you hatred and loathing in the past. Now, however, it is essential that you understand that we're in treacherous times as the Dark Lord is approaching. You are here for not only your well-being but so I can benefit you, so let me help you."

Harry nodded. He will try his best to open up to this man Draco trusts so much even if he has some issues with this man. "I'll try, Professor."

"Good," Snape said with as much appreciation he could muster. "Let's commence with the nightmares that you've been partaking, Potter."

"What about them, Professor?" Harry asked numbly as he remembered each and every one of them. Just by thinking of them made him want to scratch at his cuts but he had Draco right next to him and he knew the blonde Slytherin wizard will pick up that he wants to hurt himself.

"What are they about?" Snape asked, scowling in annoyance at how the child's not looking up at him when talking to him.

Harry shrugged a shoulder sadly. "They're just the same ones that happen all the time," he tells them. "Voldemort returning, C-Cedric's death in the g-graveyard, the a-abuse I get from the Dursleys."

Snape frowned at the stuttering from the boy, as well as admitting he was abused but was relieved his godson was here to comfort the boy with just the slightest of touches. "Would you like to talk about these nightmares?"

Harry was deep in thought about whether to tell about his nightmares or not. Yes, he still had nightmares of Cedric and the same ones as last year and the year before, but they were fainter. The nightmares of Cedric's death were the hardest on him. "The nightmares of Voldemort returning are slightly fading from my mind but are still there. It's just...I was...flying through a graveyard, into a window of a house and seeing Peter Pettigrew and Barty Crouch Junior. I saw a large snake as well as a disfigured baby-looking thing which turned out to be Voldemort."

Draco frowned at Harry, squeezed his hand lightly and laid his head down on his boyfriend's shoulder. Why does his boyfriend have to go through such horrendous things in life?

"And the other nightmares?" Snape asked while slightly taking off his scary dungeon bat mask and replaced it with a caring expression.

"Cedric's death was the hardest," Harry said weakly while frowning at the memory. He tried his best not to scratch at his arm hard. "It felt like it was my fault, my fault I let Cedric die. I should have taken that bloody cup, not both of us."

"It wasn't your fault, Harry," Draco reminded him sadly. Even if Harry had taken the cup, he could have lost him forever. How could he live without this man in his life? He knows he'd be heartbroken to bits.

Harry looked up into beautiful shimmering silver eyes looking woefully at him. "I know, I have just realised that it isn't my fault," he said, lying directly to Draco's face. Now he felt even worse but it's better to lie about this than to actually admit he stills believes it's his fault.

Snape looked at Potter in disbelief, he could see the same look Lily gave him when she was lying to him about going out with friends when she really was with James. He sighed and decided to let that conversation be for another time. "Would you like to share one of your nightmares about the abuse?"

"I'll tell you about one of the nightmares about a punishment from a long time ago," Harry said, hesitating for a moment just so he can clear his mind of dark thoughts. Well, try to clear his mind from those thoughts. "So, I was just making breakfast one day when I was around...five or six years old, and I burnt the toast. Uncle Vernon was really mad and grabbed my hand and placed it in the sizzling hot saucepan while it was on high heat."

Draco gasped in shock and embraced Harry in a comfortable, warm, and loving hug. How could such monstrous muggles even do such a thing? "I love you, Harry," he says, and cupped Harry's chin gently. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that alone."

Harry hugged Draco back tightly and sighed miserably into his neck. "I love you too, Draco, and thank you so, so much. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you."

Snape rubbed his hand over his face and sighed at the news that had come out of the boy's mouth. Now it is time for the big question at hand, "Do you believe that you earned the abuse?"

"Yes, I believe I do," Harry said absentmindedly and in a quiet voice, feeling ashamed to admit it when he heard Draco gasp again. He wasn't supposed to let that slip but oh well. It came out and he can't go back in time and change what he said. "I did burn the toast, after all."

"Bloody Hell, Potter!" Snape muttered. He was angry at the Dursleys and how they treated this kind but arrogant boy. "It wasn't your liability! You were only a child and wouldn't distinguish how to work an oven or a stove at that age. No child that age ought to be cooking for an entire household!"

"I know that now," Harry said sadly while staring blankly at a black pillow behind Draco. Draco leaned out of the hug and kissed Harry's forehead with a frown, his hand finding Harry's hand down by his side and he held it in his.

"Do you suffer from any panic or anxiety attacks?" Snape asked, summoning three grey mugs filled with tea from the kitchen.

Harry grabbed his mug from mid-air, not caring how hot it was to the touch. He nodded while taking a sip of the mint tea. "Flashbacks, episodes, anxiety attacks, you name it," he said, his tongue burning from the hot tea.

Severus frowned and took a sip of his own tea. He didn't think the boy suffered from mental episodes and flashbacks at all. "Can you express to me in what way these attacks occur, Potter?"

"When hearing blood-curdling screams, whether they're in my head from that night in the graveyard or actual screams," Harry said, zoning out by looking at the fireplace with dancing orange and yellow flames. "Just anything traumatic, really."

Snape nodded and let out a quiet sigh. "Alright... now let's converse about self-harming," he starts up the conversation with something a little easy, but also a little difficult. "When do you have the urge? And do you have any conducts in which you can break the desires to cut yourself?"

Harry hesitated and sighed. No point in hiding it anymore. "I have the urge whenever something sad, anxious, depressing, or hurtful happens. Like earlier this week, Ron had gotten a letter from his older brother, Percy, stating that he needs to unfriend me and not trust anybody. Another thing that causes the urge is when a crisis or a recent difficult life event, like Cedric's death, happens or floods my memory. And abuse, trauma et cetera..."

Draco cut in as he still couldn't believe a Weasley would say something so cruel towards Harry, "And yes, Professor. Harry does have ways to stop the cutting." He looked at his professor while stroking Harry's hand. "Harry's previous doctor has explained to us that if he feels the urge, he should hold an ice cube in his hand or rub it over his skin, slap a lucky band around his wrist, write his feelings down in a diary, exercise. He can draw butterflies on his arm and name them after everyone he loves, squeeze a stress ball, rip up paper, draw with a red pen on his skin and make lines like he did cut."

Snape looked astounded at the ideas as they were, in fact, very good and useful techniques. He never thought about these types of muggle techniques before, but they sound intriguing. The past techniques he's used with some Slytherin's was with spells to stop kids from scratching at their arms. These ideas sounded much better. "I want you to attempt all of those options, Potter. Have a stress ball throughout all your classes and squish it on every occasion you need to. I'll tell your other professors about how you need the ball but not about why you need it. As of Quidditch, that's all the exercise you actually need but try to at least fly three times a week. I don't know how you would come across an ice cube, but if you do, try that option. Ask Miss Granger for a hair bubble so you can use it at any time when you feel the urge as well. I'm certain you can purchase a diary from somewhere, if not, just converse to Draco about your urge and he'll assuredly aid you."

"Of course, Professor," Draco said with a smile. He promises to stick by Harry's side for as long as he can each and every day. "I'll always help Harry."

"I do not recommend you drawing on your skin, specifically if it's got healing cuts," Snape said seriously. "However," he leaned back in his chair, "that butterfly technique resonances like an interesting method and would undoubtedly help out more than drawing lines on your skin. And while you do, contemplate the butterflies as a life force. If you cut on or close to one of them, you've killed it and failed your friend too."

Harry nodded and squeezed Draco's hand. That does sound terrible to do, killing a butterfly and failing his best friends. "I understand that, sir," he said, and Draco smiled at Harry and squeezed back.

"Good," Severus said with a sigh. He checked the time; it's been around thirty minutes. That's enough for one appointment. "Now, I'm afraid that concludes for this week's appointment. Come back same time next week."

Harry nodded while getting up off the couch, and Draco intertwined their hands together and stood up from the couch. Draco looked at his godfather with acknowledgement, "Goodbye, Professor Snape."

"Goodbye, Professor," Harry said with a small smile. He was thankful Snape kept his negative feelings inside him otherwise, well, he probably wouldn't have been able to come out to him. He would have shouted at him and stormed out of this place, leaving Draco probably feeling disappointed.

"Goodbye Draco and... Harry," responded Snape while giving the boys a small smile.

Harry gave a nod of thank you to his professor as he exited the living quarters and out the portrait with Draco. Wow, he just saw an actual smile on his Potions professor's mouth. That's a very new thing to see now-a-days. "Well, I've never seen Professor Snape smile at all," he alleged as he just knew that they were heading to the fifth-year boy's dormitory.

Draco laughed and kissed Harry's cheek. He was so happy Harry got to see the caring side of his godfather "It's a start, and you'll be seeing more of the Professor's smiles if you keep going to his appointments."

"Maybe I shouldn't be going anymore then," he said sarcastically as he knew that wasn't a reason not to go. Before Harry knew what was happening, he was pulled into a hallway lined with signs that stated, 'First years', 'Second Years', 'Third Years', and so on. He followed the smiling Draco down the hallway until they stopped at the sign that said, 'the fifth Years'.

"Harry...you don't mean that, right?" Draco asked sadly as he opened the door without hesitation and led Harry into the boy's dormitory to his bed which was between Blaise's and Theodore's. He sat down on his bed and pat the covers next to him for Harry.

"Of course, I don't, Draco," Harry said softly, sitting down on Draco's bed next to him. "I want to get better. I really do, but I can't without the help of Snape and you." He could see a few long reeds swaying slightly against the small underwater current of the Black Lake from out the large windows, and something moving in the distance but couldn't see what it was. He wasn't close enough to the window.

Draco smiled at his surprised boyfriend and pushed Harry down on his bed, closing all the curtains around them. He crawled on top of Harry. "Good, because I want you to get better and feel better."

Harry smiled and stared up into glimmering silver irises before grabbing the Slytherin's collar and pulled him down into a kiss. Draco kissed back lovingly, running his hands up to Harry's head and threading his fingers over Harry's scalp. Harry let out an "mmm" in the kiss as he ran his hands up Draco's spine from underneath his shirt.

Draco broke out of the kiss with a smile and took off his robe, jumper, tie, and shirt and tossed them to the end of the bed. He jumped back on top of Harry with hungry silver eyes and kissed the smirk off Harry's lips while sliding Harry's robe, jumper, and shirt off and chucked them on top of his own.

The closed curtains around the 4-poster made the inside of the bed a nice and relaxing dim-lit feel as the boys continued snogging. Harry slid his hands up and down Draco's warm chest, getting a feel of the man on top of him. He slid his hands further down Draco's chest, down past his stomach to the fly of his zipper. He slowly unzipped Draco's pants and pushed them down.

Draco chuckled and helped Harry by taking his pants off, as well as his boxers and chucking them to the messy clothing pile on the end of the bed. He unzipped Harry's pants and pulled them off, leaving the boxers on for a while as he continued kissing Harry passionately. Draco's erection rubbed against Harry's slowly, they both moaned and pushed each other closer together until Draco pulled off Harry's boxers, leaving both of them naked and raw.

Draco licked his lips, and pulled down the bed sheets, bring Harry sliding towards him with a giggle. Draco smiled, laid on top of Harry and pulled the blankets over their naked bodies. He continued kissing Harry while rubbing himself on Harry.

Harry whimpered and slid his hands down Draco's naked back until he reached his bottom and squeezed his bum cheeks. Draco hesitated and broke out of the kiss, staring adoringly down into beautiful sparkling emerald green eyes, "I love you, Harry James Potter." He gave Harry a short but powerful kiss and in that kiss, he remembered a particular muggle pop culture item.

Harry smiled and stared lovingly into gorgeous pools of sparkling silver, "I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

"Wise men say, only fools rush in," Draco sang softly, making a slow smile form on Harry's lips. "But I can't help falling in love with you." He smirked when seeing a little clear trail of precome leak out of the little slit from the head of Harry's cock. "Shall I stay, would it be a sin?" He looked back up at Harry's face just as the Gryffindor's legs seem to wrap around his back. "If I can't help falling in love with you."

Harry chuckled at the beautiful song that just made his heart flutter when hearing the powerful words come out of Draco's mouth. He pulled Draco down into a sloppy but loving kiss, and his inner thighs rubbed up and down Draco's waist. Draco groaned in the kiss and pulled out, "Heeeey! I wasn't done yet."

Harry smirked and pulled Draco back down into a kiss. Draco sighed and gave in to the kiss until his lips were swollen and sore. He leaned back out, smiled at the beautiful boy who lay below him and caressed his cheek while continuing the soft singing, "Like a river flows, surely to the sea." Leaning his weight on one arm, he reached down and grabbed Harry's cock. When he did so, more clear fluid oozed out of the little slit. Just his touch made Harry gasp and buck up into his hand.

"Darling so it goes, some things are meant to be," moving his hand up Harry's length, Draco gathered Harry's pre-come on his fingers and brought them up to his mouth to lick off the salty sweetness of his fingers right in front of Harry's sight. He could see and feel and smell how aroused Harry was becoming. "Take my hand, take my whole life too." Harry reached his hands down, wrapping them around Draco's arms and he pulled them towards him. Draco lost his balance and fell on top of him. The Slytherin smiled and pressed a kiss to Harry's abdomen. "For I can't help falling in love with you."

"Beautiful, Draco. Very beautiful," Harry whispered with a smile and applauded him quietly. Merlin, how can he say how much he loves this man on top of him? "You're beautiful, your body, your voice, your everything. Now, shut up and kiss me again."

Draco laughed and shook his head. As much as he would love that, he still wanted to tell this beautiful boy how much he loves him. "Not going to happen, my beautiful man-beast." They then heard a snort come from somewhere inside the dormitory but didn't know who's it was. Draco pulled the blankets from his backside up over his shoulders as he leaned down on Harry. "Alright, who's there?" he asked the Slytherin green curtain on his right. "Is it you, Goyle? Or is it Nott?"

"Nope, neither," the voice said, and which the voice actually belonged to Blaise Zabini. Harry and Draco could tell the voice sounded quite amused as to what the person heard come from Draco's mouth.

"Ron? Is that you?" Harry asked while feeling Draco's prick rut up against his own. He let out a little moan that only Draco could hear, and Draco smiled at the little moan he heard.

"Nope," the voice of Blaise said. He knows that the two are either naked and are about to shag, or they've already shagged. "Guess again."

"Blaise?" Draco asked the curtain again. The person snorted again. "Oh, Blaise," He gave out a small laugh. "How long have you been here?"

"Just a few minutes, so if you did anything before then you needn't worry," Blaise said, he was sitting by the window looking out into the Black Lake. He's seen two mermaids swim by in the past two minutes.

Draco smirked and looked back down at Harry. He felt a hilarious idea come to mind that would hopefully make Blaise leave him and Harry alone. Harry cupped Draco's cheeks and kissed him softly. Draco slowly smiled into the kiss and tangled his fingers in Harry's raven hair.

Draco leaned out with a loving smile and rolled over to Harry's side, propping his head up with his hand as he stared into emerald green eyes. He trailed his fingertips down Harry's side to his waist and up again, finding Harry's body just mesmerising to the look and touch.

Harry closed his eyes slowly and focused on Draco's touch over his skin. Draco pulled down the sheets to view Harry's naked body. He studied the boy beside him, looking from head to toe and really wanting this to last forever. Forever. Forever his. "I have loved you for a thousand years."

Harry fluttered his eyes open and smiled lovingly at his boyfriend. "I love you for a thousand years more," he says, and Blaise sighed at the singing boys. Merlin, they both had good singing voices.

Draco leaned over and gave Harry a quick kiss to the mouth but deepened it slowly. Harry smiled and pushed the blankets off of Draco, he trailed his fingers softly up and down Draco's thigh. Draco gave a soft "mmm" in the kiss and curled his finger's in Harry's black hair. He leaned out with a smile, "Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight. It must have been something you said."

Harry laughed and bit his lip when studying Draco's body. He looked up and down the Slytherin and smiled. He blushed as he was caught, obviously checking out his naked boyfriend in bed. "You're beautiful, in every single way."

Draco caressed Harry's cheek. Could his life get any perfecter with having Harry in it? No, it couldn't. "You're beautiful, Harry."

Harry smirked, moved his head to the side and kissed Draco's hand. He looked back into silver eyes, reached his hand over to Draco's hair and brushed it out of his eyes. "When I see your face," he starts singing, not even caring that Blaise was in the room and could hear him, "there's not a thing that I would change. 'Cause, you're amazing, just the way you are. And when you smile," Harry grins as the corners of Draco's mouth point up into a smile, "the whole world stops and stands for a while. 'Cause boy you're amazing, just the way you are."

Draco blushed at his boyfriend's singing and smiled. "'Cause all of me loves all of you," he started singing a song he's heard on the music player down in the LSB one time he and Harry were dancing together. "Love your curves and all your edges," and he kept running his hand along Harry's thighs and waist, "all your perfect imperfections. Give your all to me," his hand trailed down from Harry's waist to his cock and he gave it a nice little squeeze, "I'll give my all to you." He looks back up into Harry's green eyes that are filled with lust and he starts stroking his thick length. "You're my end and my beginning, even when I lose, I'm winning."

"And I give you- oh," Harry moans when trying to sing the next part as Draco circles a finger over the head of Harry's cock, and Harry feels aroused and lustful by that single touch from the Slytherin's finger. He can feel everything start up, and something in his gut turns on again.

"How many times do I have to tell you," Draco shushes Harry's moan with a quick peck, and he squeezes the crown of Harry's cock, "even when you're crying, you're beautiful too." Harry looks back at him, eyes away from his engorged member and he smiles at the compliment. "The world is beating you down, I'm around through every mood." Harry frowns a little, and Draco understands him. "You're my downfall, you're my muse. You're my worst distraction, my rhythm, and blues. I-"

Harry pulled Draco into a soft but needy kiss, slanting his face and slotting their mouths together, lunging forward into the kiss as their teeth clack and lips smack. Every day he just feels like he's falling for this blonde Slytherin wizard even more. Draco trailed his hands down Harry's chest and over his nipples. It's fucking incredible and Draco feels a bit insane.

Harry hissed from the pleasure but deepened the kiss, he wrapped a leg over Draco's waist and pushed himself flat against Draco with a groan. Draco grunted from the contact of his groin on Harry's and pushed the leg that is under Harry's leg further up until it touched Harry prick.

As though reading Draco's mind and spontaneously deciding to drive Draco further round the bend, Harry drags his hands down Draco's bowed back and firmly grabs his arse, filling his hands with the round cheeks, making him gasp around Harry's tongue.

As though emboldened further just by that gasp, Harry drives his tongue deeper into Draco's mouth, his hands squeezing Draco's arse cheeks, massaging them apart in maddening circles. Harry's mouth tastes citrusy and strangely smoky and Draco isn't even able to enjoy it as much as he'd like to because Harry is now brazenly jiggling handfuls of his bum, kissing Draco hard enough to send his head cracking back against the bed end and make his balls pull up painfully tight against his body.

Draco claws at Harry's back, the kiss turning increasingly feral. Harry is now growling continuously into Draco's mouth, his hands slipping touching him properly, to find the soft fleshiness of Draco's arse and knead as he ruts the hard bar of his erection against the firmness of his stomach.

Crying out softly, Draco wrenches himself out of the kiss, desperately gasping in shrill wheezes for air, squirming and disentangling one hand from Harry's hair to reach back and tug weakly at one of Harry's, shuddering every few seconds just from the ravenous want in Harry's touch.

"Ha—" Draco has barely even caught his breath when Harry's mouth clamps around his once more with yet another hair-raising snarl, Harry using his grip on Draco's arse to grind them closer, his erection sliding across Draco's belly. Powerless and dizzy, Draco kisses him right back, opening his mouth wide and tasting as much of Harry's mouth as his tongue can reach, breaking away for air whenever Harry's mouth relents for a beat, trying to push him away by the face but only managing to send his glasses flying instead.

For Harry is nearly uncontrollably ferocious now, his snarled growls barely human, his nails digging into the plumpness of Draco's arse, his body convulsing so hard he's practically vibrating against Draco. One hand flying back up to yank Draco's head back by the hair, Harry wrests their mouths apart and stares at Draco, panting loudly into his face, both of them completely short of breath.

Draco doesn't have much choice but to meet Harry's flat, almost entirely black gaze because Harry still has Draco's hair in his grip, fist tightening very close to the scalp so Draco can do no more than just about blink without risking having a chunk of his hair torn out. All Draco can do is tighten his arms around his neck and stare desperately at Harry, gaze flicking between his fiery gaze and spit-slicked mouth, and whimper softly as his half-hard cock twitches excitedly at what they could be doing.

Harry finally releases Draco's hair but before he's had a moment to process that, Draco is being turned around and pinned firmly to the mattress but on his knees and hands, Harry, on his knees behind him. Yelping and scrabbling to maintain balance, Draco lets his legs be shoved wider apart and cranes his neck to look behind him with a shrill wheeze of disbelief when Harry roughly pries his arse open with both hands and plunges his face in.

Heaving for breath, Draco finds himself instantly shoving his arse back into it, not even bothering to spend an extended moment to register the utterly glorious fact that Harry is rimming him, that he's on his knees with his whole face squeezed in between Draco's arse cheeks, his tongue painting sopping wet strokes over his arsehole while groaning blissfully into Draco like eating him out is the ultimate luxury life could provide him with. And Draco, in turn, moans like a dying walrus, reaches back to hold Harry's head in place with a handful of mangy hair and pushes his hips back as much as Harry's rigid hold on him allows, gasping and cussing against his neatly folded sheets.

Fingers tightening in the softness of Draco's arse, Harry yanks him even wider open, a rather frightening, animalistic sound ripping out of him as he spits noisily and then proceeds to just ram his tongue into Draco, pushing his face in harder when Draco squeals helplessly and tears at his hair.

"Harry, yes!" Draco bounces his hips and clenching his arse as he eagerly rides Potter's stiff tongue, "Yes! Fuck! That; do that!" he cries as Harry starts vigorously fucking him with it. Hurriedly releasing Potter's hair to reach down and fold his fingers around his cock, now hard and impatiently hanging down, Draco starts to frantically pull himself off, gasping and crying out with every jab into his arse.

"Fuck, Draco," Harry abruptly snarls through grit teeth, his voice muffled in Draco's crease, and Draco whines as one, numb arse cheek is released.

Only for Harry to lift his hand and bring it down with an incredibly sharp, resounding smack against Draco's arse. Gasping loudly, eyes bugging out, Draco actually arches into the stinging ache, hips canting high and spine bowing downwards, shaking right down to his toes as he squeezes his prick with a broken moan, biting his lip until it threatens to break open just so he doesn't outright beg for more. Harry doesn't spank him again, though, instead just roughly grabbing the tender cheek again and shoving it sideways so he can sink his face back in.

He laps, crazed and barely seeming aware of Draco's mewling cries, from Draco's steadily tightening balls up to his tailbone, slathering his crease with saliva before spreading Draco even wider, wide enough that Draco winces and moans, and firmly sticks his tongue back in, thrusting it in and out, his whole body lunging back and forth with it, frequently knocking into the backs of Draco's already buckling knees.

Draco is...barely conscious; he's in a whole other world – one where nothing exists Harry's ravenous, deadly mouth assiduously prising his arsehole open so that it's soft and leaking spit, and Draco's own hand, flying over his copiously seeping cock with loud squelches bunching the foreskin down and smoothing his palm over the glans and teasing the ridge underneath until he's suddenly almost knocked backwards, right over Potter's head, by his orgasm.

Draco's whole body seizes up, his bare, sweaty legs locking, fingers clamping cruelly tight under his cock head, his arse clenching madly around Harry's tongue. He's mouthing silently, his throat bobbing as he tries to swallow, his eyes rolling back into his head as he clutches his stomach with his free hand and arches into the mattress.

And that's when Harry smoothly slides two fingers into Draco, pressing them in, in, in, hooking them down so that the last second Draco's orgasm is drawn out into an agonisingly brilliant eruption of pleasure that has him shrieking and clawing at the door, his spent cock twitching damply against his thigh while Harry massages his prostate with an insistent press that nearly renders Draco unconscious.

"Please!" Draco howls when Harry's fingers don't stop and his mouth descends once more to lick at Draco's stretched rim around his fingers. With a sigh of what sounds like satisfaction, Harry drags his fingers out, making sure to widen them just inside the rim so he can swiftly plunge his tongue back into Draco's arse as it contracts uncontrollably from the intrusion.

Sobbing, Draco helplessly presses back into it all over again. "Harry," he whispers, shuddering as

Harry latches his mouth around his opening and starts to suck wetly. "Oh god." Harry hums into him, the bastard, and Draco's knees promptly gives away. Draco flails, reaching back and wrapping Potter's hair around his fingers and grabbing.

But then that all ends when the tongue disappears from the inside of Draco's arse, and Draco looks behind him, watching Harry sit back on his knees, spit on his hands and cover his entire thick length in his saliva. Draco moans quietly, wanting that thick cock inside him already. He looks back down at his white pillows, and that's when there's a cool, slippery press against his arsehole as Harry lines the tip up, and then he leans over him and pushes him down a little more, one hand braced next to Draco's shoulder, his breathing ragged and hot in Draco's ear.

"Ready?" he murmurs, and Draco just turns his face to land a biting kiss on his mouth in reply, Harry kisses him back, edges closer between Draco's thighs and pressed into him.

It's a single, seemingly unending slide into Draco that has him lifting off the sheets until he's quivering under Harry with just his elbows pressed to the bed, gasping shrilly against Harry's shoulder as he curses through grit teeth into Draco's hair. He's pressed so deeply into Draco that Draco can feel the edge of Harry's hip bones pressed up against his arse cheeks, can feel every twitch of his cock inside him.

Draco keeps his eyes shut, his chest tight and painful as he tries to breathe in fully. He's so close to what he knows is going to be a completely devastating orgasm that he's teetering on the edge of consciousness just from the anticipation. His arse aches exquisitely around Harry, convulsing pathetically as though trying to force him back out. His own cock pressed flat along the curve of his belly on the mattress and Harry's cock is pressed solidly against his prostate.

With a groan of relief, Harry draws his cock out and fucks back into Draco, freehand cradling Draco's arse he saws in and out of him on a wild, rather uncontrolled rhythm. Draco is screaming his throat out, scrabbling at his sheets, Harry's hips pistoning away frantically, crashing roughly into Draco's groin.

"More," Draco pants, "More! Please!" He's sobbing now, eyes rolling around madly, his climax just right there so that when he slides a hand between them and grips his cock, he's instantly exploding into a spectacular orgasm, messily coming all over the place with several wild bucks up against Harry.

Groaning and sinking his teeth into Draco's shoulder, Harry follows, his arm buckling as his hips shudder heavily and finally still, his cock pressed impossibly deep, the hot gush of his release making Draco moan tremulously as he rides out the last of his own orgasm. "My god..."

Draco hums in agreement, and when Harry was about to pull out, Draco quickly leaned back until he was seated on Harry's lap, Harry's thick cock still up his arse. Harry groans a little, sitting on his knees, and he places a wet kiss on Draco's neck as his hand travels down the Slytherin's body to his slender semen-covered cock which he gives it a squeeze. He bit gently down onto his shoulder and Draco sighed, sated with a smile and he turned his head around to connect their lips together.

After a while, they lean away from the kisses and Draco removed his body from on Harry's cock and crawled over to his pillows. He got under the sheets and duvet, and Harry did the same. Side by side, Draco leaned forward and pressed his brows to Harry. "I love you," he says quietly, looking at Harry's green eyes and his beautiful long black eyelashes.

Harry brought his hand up to cup Draco's chin, and he smiled beautifully. "I love you too, Draco, and thank you for spreading your legs for me," he says without a thought about who could be listening to them.

The Slytherin snorted and nudged his nose into Harry's neck, breathing in the raw manly scent with a hint of pine of Harry's skin. It's one of the most delicious things about his boyfriend that he loves. "I sleep," was all he managed to say through his exhaustion. He closed his eyes slowly, feeling sleep hit him and Harry's arms wrap around him tightly and his leg wedged in between Draco's legs. He was nearly offering himself to sleep, but his eyes snapped open when hearing a familiar voice.

"Let's go sleepy heads," Blaise had said. "We've got Transfiguration in a few minutes."

Draco groaned. He didn't want to get up. He wanted to stay in his bed with a naked Harry Potter and sleep the day away. It's all he wants right now. To lay naked with his naked boyfriend who made love to him for hours until he wants to get out of bed, which won't be for another hour unless he needs to take a pee then he would get out of bed but dress in something.

Even Harry gave a low groan, but he did sit up, leaning his body weight on a hand and he ran his free hand through Draco's blonde hair until the blonde man looked up at him. "Let's go, sleepyhead," he says, and he leans down to kiss Draco into wakefulness. Draco smiles in the kiss, and his hands come up to Harry's waist which he grips with all his strength and flips Harry over.

Draco hauls a leg over Harry's waist and he sits on his crotch, smiling down at the Gryffindor. He leans down, his elbows holding his weight beside Harry's head, and he goes in for a real passionate kiss filled with saliva and love. They did end up dressing back into their clothes and robes and heading to class together with Blaise beside them. They didn't mind the company. But they promised each other more nude cuddling sessions in the afternoon.