Harry stared and the portrait of Draco and him with a smile. It was placed in one of Malfoy Manor's long hallways with a golden frame. He didn't really want it to be golden, he wanted it silver. The same silver as Draco's eyes but decided against it. The funny thing was, his portrait self could somehow go into other portraits with Draco, especially the one back at the Venice Manor. And the first portrait they had done was located on the third floor of the manor on the hallway where Draco's bedroom was.

When Harry returned to the Venice Manor with Draco and Narcissa that day, he followed one of the hallways to the portrait of Draco who was in his second year. But the craziest thing was his own portrait self was there with Draco, but he also looked like he was 12. He watched the two closely, noticing Draco had his famous smirk on his lips but then he grabbed portrait Harry by the collar and kissed him.

Harry giggled at his younger self as well as the younger version of Draco. It was just so cute! He then felt an arm wrap around his waist which he then looked beside him and smiled at the handsome face of his boyfriend, "Draco, what a lovely surprise."

"The surprise is all mine," Draco said sweetly as he was leaning down for a quick kiss. He licked his lips, just awaiting that moment when Harry finally kisses him with those breathtakingly soft lips that indeed take his breath away.

Harry smiled and kissed him back in a way that he wants more than kisses but toned that thought down for later. "You know, we still haven't gone out into Venice yet for a date and it's been months since we went out alone together."

"Where shall we go then?" Draco asked casually, not at all with curiosity. He brushed his nose over Harry's like an animal would just to widen Harry's smile, and widen Harry's smile it did.

"Anywhere that's romantic, anywhere with you." That was all Harry wanted. To be alone with Draco in a restaurant, in a park, just anywhere in Venice. This was actually a dream come true of his, to go to a place that's not England. A place that's away from the Dursleys.

"Let's go explore then, Harry Potter," Draco said with a charming smile that lit up Harry's smile. He intertwined their hands together and led Harry down to the front doors of the manor which took a few minutes to do considering how large the Venetian Manor was.

When Harry and Draco exited through the large double doors of their Venice Manor, Harry stared at the white building in wonder as he just realised how big it was. It was literally the size of a Quidditch Pitch. It had tons of large rectangular architectural windows and pillars. Harry took a few steps back to get a better view, but Draco grabbed him and hauled him back so he didn't fall into the canal.

"Harry, this is Venice," Draco warned him but smiled at Harry's clumsiness. How can one forget that Venice isn't like other cities? "There are canals all around us, not roads."

"Sorry, I forgot," Harry said innocently with a flush to his cheeks. Canals. Right. They travel by boat here, he reminded himself. Or to be precise, by Gondolas.

Draco sighed happily at his beautiful and flushed Gryffindor boyfriend. "No matter, let's just head into the city centre," he said, and as he placed an arm around Harry, he noticed the Gondola coming over to them.

They both hopped into the Gondola boat and told the man in a white and blue striped shirt that they wanted to go into the City of Venice. The man nodded and with a push of his oar on the platoon, the boat moved out into the canal slowly.

Harry and Draco snuggled up together on the small boat as the could feel the chill of the canal waters. It took a few minutes just to get to the city centre, but they didn't mind as all they cared about was being together. After Draco paid for the boat ride, they decided to walk around for a little while and explore the romantic city of Venice.

Their stomach's rumbled and they knew it was lunchtime, they headed down a small pathway into a small restaurant called 'I Tre Mercanti'. They entered and the smell of fresh herbs and spices filled their nostrils. They sat down at a two-seated table by a window and ordered a Hawaiian pizza to share.

Draco smiled as Harry got Tomato sauce on his lip. He wiped it off with his thumb and sucked his thumb clean. "You can be such a messy eater, darling," he said sweetly, getting lost in those green eyes he loves.

"I know, I just haven't had Pizza in a long time," Harry said truthfully, feeling himself blush slightly but hid it as he took another bite from a slice of Pizza. It was true, the Dursleys never made Pizza and it was rare that they would order it from a restaurant.

"I'm glad we ordered Pizza then," Draco said when finishing his first slice of Pizza. He rolled his eyes as Harry somehow got a little bit of tomato sauce on his nose, "You're adorable, you know."

Harry flushed even more as Draco licked the sauce of his nose. "Dracoooo! You're embarrassing me," he whined softly and quietly as he looked around the restaurant. With a sigh of relief, nobody was watching them.

Draco smirked as he sat back down. He just loved how the slightest of things he did embarrassed Harry, even if it was the Gryffindor's fault for getting tomato sauce on his nose. "Good."

Harry rolled his eyes and felt like throwing a slice of Pizza at Draco, but he resisted that urge and took a bite from that slice. After lunch, they headed down to Doge's Palace and as the manager knew of Draco's family name, he let the boys in for free. They discovered many Venetian statues of the late Doge, Archimedes, and Olympia throughout the historical building.

As the tour finished, they headed to San Marco, which wasn't very far at all as it was a good 15-minute walking distance. But as they neared, Harry stopped, and Draco didn't know as he kept walking until he felt a pull on his arms. He looked back at Harry with concern, "What's the matter? Has the Potion wore off?"

Harry shook his head and pointed to a water fountain. Though yes, the potion has worn off but he tries so hard in staying away from sharp objects and his cigarettes just so Draco doesn't feel disappointed in him. "The fountain... It reminds me of the one my mother and father danced near in a wizarding picture they took."

Draco frowned as he didn't know what to say, but then he got an idea. He stood by Harry and searched the open area they were in for anything strange until his eyes caught sight of a man wearing dark ember wizarding robes with an ember pointy hat. "Come with me, Harry," he said, already walking off towards the man.

Harry caught up with Draco in a jog. "Where are we going?" he asks quickly, confused about where Draco was taking him too.

"Not where, who," Draco said, leading Harry towards the man. "C'mon, don't want to lose him." Draco ran after the man with Harry by his side, "Excuse me, sir!" The man didn't turn around. "Sir, in the wizarding robes! Oi!"

The man swiftly turned around and looked at the two boys with a brown eyebrow raised in curiosity. Draco showed the man his wand with a smile. The man nodded, showing he believes the two boys. "Yes? What do I owe the pleasure on this beautiful day?"

"Do you, by any chance, have a magical camera?" Draco asked with a smile, hoping Harry knows what he wants to do. This would just be so great and romantic!

"Yes, I do," the man said, and he looked the two boys in the eye with curiosity. "May I ask why you're asking this of me?"

"Do you mind if you take a picture for us by the fountain?" Draco asked nicely and eagerly, and Harry looked at Draco with complete compassion and kissed his cheek. Draco chuckled, feeling the love and happiness from that simple but meaningful kiss overwhelm him.

The man sighed and checked his muggle watch. "I have an hour of spare time until my appointment, so why not? "

"Thank you ever so much, sir," Draco said gratefully. He wanted to give the man a handshake but his hands were already home and glued in the arms of Harry.

The man smiled at the two boys. "It's my pleasure. Now get into position for the photos, please."

Draco and Harry led the man to the fountain. As soon as Harry and Draco started kissing and dancing round the fountain, the man took the photo of them. The man grabbed the photo as it came out from the bottom of his camera and gave it to the boys and left.

Draco and Harry stared at the moving picture of the both of them kissing, dancing, and laughing beside the fountain. Harry felt tears sting his eyes as it reminded him so much of the picture of his mother and father, "It's beautiful, Draco. Thank you so much."

"It sure is," Draco responded and kissed Harry's forehead while his arm crept up Harry's back and gave him gentle rubs in circles. "And you are very welcome, my darling." He placed the picture in his coat pocket and took Harry back to the Gondolas.

As they began their boat ride back to the manor, they came to a bridge filled with tons of people in bright costumes, wearing masks, yelling and partying. Harry and Draco had no idea what was happening until the man who was sailing the gondola said, "sfilata di maschera e acqua."

Draco nodded at the man, understanding what he meant. He had no idea there was a parade today in Venice. He saw the confused look on Harry's face and laughed, "It's a water and a mask parade today in Venice."

"Sì, sfilata di maschere," the Gondola man said. "Devi baciarti sotto il ponte per buona fortuna."

"He says, we should kiss under the bridge for good luck," Draco said with a smirk, already leaning closer to Harry for a kiss. But he doesn't need luck when he has Harry. Harry is his epitome of luck.

"I like the sound of tha-" Harry was interrupted as thousands and thousands of coloured ribbons, streamers and confetti rained down on them from the bridge above them. Draco ran his hand down Harry's face, looking into those green eyes with love as he licked his lips and ended the space between them in a passionate kiss while the boat moved under the bridge, engulfing them in darkness with the only light coming from a single lamp at the front of the Gondola. By the time they stopped kissing they were already back into the light of the afternoon sun with the bridge they entered meters away behind them.

"Well, that was certainly something," Draco said and ran his hand through Harry's soft raven hair, the distance between him and Harry was no shorter than a few centimetres.

Harry chuckled and leaned down on Draco's chest, feeling Draco embrace him in a back hug. "It sure was," he said, leaning his head to the side to look into silver eyes. Those silver eyes shimmered like diamonds and Harry couldn't help but close his eyes and lean in for a kiss again.

*****

Harry's eyes shot open as a familiar hoot came from somewhere around him. He sat up in a flash and looked around the bedroom. Nothing. But as he stared out at the balcony, he saw no other owl except Hedwig. Harry didn't understand a thing at all. What was Hedwig doing here and how did she find him? Harry looked down at the sleeping Draco in silky grey pyjamas and smiled lovingly. Draco was giving off little snoring noises that Harry thought were utterly adorable. He leaned down and kissed the blonde's forehead softly before quietly hopping off the bed and walking over to the Balcony door.

Harry opened the Balcony door and Hedwig flew right into the room, landing on top of Draco's desk. Harry placed his finger to his lips at Hedwig, gesturing she needs to be quiet. He then noticed Hedwig was holding a letter in her mouth. Actually, several letters. Harry took the letters from Hedwig and noticed they were all from a worried Ron, Hermione, and Sirius.

Hedwig pecked at Harry's hand hard.

"Oww! Stop that, Hedwig! What did I-" Harry knew what he did to deserve the peck. He left the Dursleys without Hedwig after that night a week ago. Harry gave Hedwig an apologetic frown, knowing she would have had to find her food on her own as he remembers he did let her out to hunt on that depressing night. Harry sighed guiltily, feeling his depression come back to him and he read the letters from Hermione, Ron, and Sirius.

Harry,

Where are you? Are you safe? Please, tell us where you are. The Weasley's and I came over to the Dursleys, but they said you weren't there at all. Harry, I hope you're safe. Everyone's worried sick! Especially now that you're on trial. By the way, I'm so sorry you had to go through all the abuse alone, Harry. Ron told me everything, and please, don't get mad at him. It was my fault. I was curious and I found him reading a letter from Dumbledore in his room, and he was almost crying, so I had to know something. Oh, Harry. I wish you could have told me this. We love you, Harry.

Love from Hermione

-

Harry,

Where are you, mate? We're all worried for you, especially since you're on trial. When is that exactly? I don't know, Sirius probably knows. I hope you're feeling okay. You know I'm always here for you. I love you, mate. Your my best friend. Anyway, please, I hope you're safe.

From Ron

-

Harry,

Where are you, Harry? You must Firecall me immediately from your location. Your trial is next Monday at 10:00, wherever you are, you must come. Nobody wants the ministry after you, Harry. By the way, Ron and Hermione are being really secretive and I don't like it. I've tried persuading them to tell me what they're keeping but they just won't tell, and I don't think it's about your location. Are you okay, Harry? You know you can talk to me and Remus about anything, right? I know you have no idea where I live, and please, don't ask too many questions until the day of your trial. I'm at 12 Grimmauld Place.

P.S. I'm free from the Ministry's charges! I'm a free man!

From Sirius

Harry sighed, placed the letters on the desk and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Hedwig hooted to get Harry's attention. Harry couldn't be bothered to shush her as he walked back to the bed and cuddled up to Draco.

Draco stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes to find teary green eyes staring right back at him. He frowned as he knew the potions were wearing off for Harry. "What's the matter, darling?" he asked worriedly and brought his hand up to Harry's face, giving his cheeks strokes with his thumbs.

"I just received three letters that are from Ron, Hermione and Sirius," Harry said, feeling the guilt of not letting them know where he was and that he was okay eating away at him. "They think I've gone missing. I don't know how Hedwig found me, let's just hope she doesn't have a tracking spell on her." He didn't realise how fast he was speaking. All he heard himself say is rambling. "Also, Sirius said my trial is on next Monday at 10 am. I don't want to worry them any further, can you come with me?"

Draco ran his hand down Harry's cheek to his jawbone and sighed sleepily, "Of course I will go with you, Harry," he replies gently. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. I love you and will stick by you through life and death."

Harry gave Draco a small smile and kissed his cheek in gratitude. "Thank you, Hun. I love you too," he whispered softly. He noticed how much Draco has grown since last year, his hair was longer and was curling at the bottom of his neck, and he had grown a little taller, "It appears you keep becoming hotter every morning, Draco."

Draco smirked at the compliment. But honestly, Harry has also grown and become hotter every morning he wakes up to find him lying next to him. Those wide pretty green eyes, sexy as body, beautiful black tattered hair he loves running his hands through. "Same to you, my sexy prince."

Harry kissed Draco, knowing that he didn't give him a good morning kiss. Draco smiled into the morning kiss and cupped his hand over Harry's chin. Harry pulled out teasingly as the kiss was becoming deeper.

Draco rolled his eyes. "You're such a tease, Harry. Now... about that tracking spell," he said as he sat up. "If there is a tracking spell, that wouldn't really be a problem. Though I'd rather this manor be kept a secret like it always has been."

"Okay," Harry said with a nod and pressed his forehead to Draco's. But then his expression grew soft. "Sorry for waking you. I didn't want to wake you as you look so adorable when you sleep."

Draco smiled sweetly and kissed Harry because of the compliment. He cupped his hand over Harry's cheek, "Thank you, and you too are adorable when sleeping." Harry grinned and kissed him again.

Draco and Harry then got dressed and headed down to the kitchens for Breakfast. Narcissa was already in the kitchens making French Toast even though there were house-elves in the manor to do that for her, but she insisted she make breakfast, to the house-elves disappointment.

Harry sniffed the air in the kitchens and sighed at the delicious smelling toast. He hasn't had French Toast in a long while. "Breakfast smells so good, Narcissa."

"Thank you, Harry," Narcissa said with a smile on her face as she flipped the French Toast over to cook the other side. She grabbed a plate already filled with four French Toast pieces and placed it on the bench beside Harry and Draco. "Your father wants to speak with you, Draco, dear. I don't know what about, but he's informed me that the dark lord isn't at the Manor in Wiltshire so you're safe to go whenever you want."

"Thank you, mother," Draco replied distractedly as he was already eating a piece of French Toast. It was quite tasty for a piece of bread covered in eggs and spices. Narcissa nodded at her son and flipped the French toast in the pan over again.

"Narcissa?" Harry said. He had to ask if he was allowed to use the Floo as he doesn't want Sirius worrying about him too much. "May I use the Fireplace to fire-call Sirius? He Owled me a letter. I don't know how Hedwig found me, but she did. Sirius wants me to tell him that I'm alright and that I'll come to my trial next Monday."

"Of course, Harry," Narcissa said, popping the French Toast from the fry pan onto a plate. "There's no need for permission, use it whenever you want. You may also go visit your friends, as long as you first tell me and Draco where you're going."

"Thank you, Narcissa," Harry said and smiled warmly at her. He was curious to what Draco's father wanted to see him about though. Maybe a personal matter?

*****

Draco met his father in his office right after breakfast. He had no idea what his father wanted to talk about but had a feeling it was something bad. He walked in and sat on the left armchair in front of his father's wooden black desk.

The large black chair spun around, revealing Lucius Malfoy with a smile when seeing his son and a grey mug of his favourite Blackberry Tea, "Ah, my Dragon," he said, not at all looking stressed like he usually would after meeting with Voldemort. "How are you today? How is Mr Potter too?"

"I'm great, father," Draco said poshy with his head held high as he had to act all formal around his father. Well, technically he didn't need to but he liked acting this way. "And Harry is doing marvellous!. How about you?"

"I'm good," Lucius said simply, his smile fading into a frown as he needed to tell his son something important. "Now, we're not here to talk about myself, this is about you and Harry."

Draco tried to keep a straight face; he hoped his father wasn't going to say anything he'd regret. "What about, me and Harry?" he asked and tried to sound calm more than irritated in front of his father.

Lucius sighed and pulled something out from his desk. A big, old, brown book with the title 'The bond and the heart' in elegant white words. "I fear the dark lord is planning something. I've tried finding out as much as I could and knows he wants a war. So, for you and Harry's safety, I've found something." Draco nodded and gestured his father to continue even if he was curious to why his own father would automatically start caring for Harry. "You must keep this between you and me, this spell will bind your and Harry's powers into one." Lucius smiled at his son, "Thus, if you really are true lovers, which I believe are, will make you much more powerful than you know. This is a very rare spell, Draco. Only we Malfoy's know of the spell as it was used by one of our ancestor's hundreds of years ago before the dark lord. And surprisingly, it worked as they were true lovers. I recommend you start reading this now, as there are some things that need to be done..."

Draco nodded. He is uncertain why his father is talking to him about this now. "When you mean true lovers, do you mean..."

"Yes, Draco. True Love. They were meant for each other," Lucius said seriously and calmed himself with a quick sip of his hot tea. "You must read the spell and remember it for you should use it when the time feels right."

"What do you mean, when the time feels right?!" Draco snapped. He just couldn't believe it. At least he knew his own father cared for Harry. "I hope you don't mean Harry and I have to actually fight in this darn war that supposedly will happen."

Lucius sighed at his son's attitude. He knew Draco would be annoyed and tempered at this situation. Who wouldn't if it has something to do with your lover? "When the time feels right, Draco," he reminded his son. "That is all I can tell you. Please, read the book. Chapter 237."

Draco pinched his lips together and grabbed the book. "What if I don't use it?" he then asked and just dreaded the answer. "The spell, I mean."

"I'm pretty sure you will know what would happen, Draco," Lucius muttered and frowned at his son. He wished there was another way. Of course, the answer Draco was dreading to know. "Oh, and give Harry this on his birthday," he said while searching through his desk drawer and pulled out a small black box. He walked around his desk and closed his son's hands around the box.

Draco nodded at his father and slipped the small box in the front pocket of his pants. He left his father's office and headed back to the Floo.

*****

After breakfast, Harry went back up to Draco's room to write brief replies to Hermione and Ron. He didn't say exactly where he was, only that he was out of the country and that he was okay. When he finished, he headed down to the Manor's Floo, grabbed some Floo Powder, chucked it in and muttered, "12 Grimmauld Place."

Immediately, the red and orange flames turned to bright green. Harry kneeled down and stuck his head in the flames, looking around at what looked like a lounge room with creepy furniture. "Sirius?" he called and then heard footsteps coming towards him.

Sirius looked into the flames with worried grey eyes and sat down on the floor. He stared at Harry's head through the flames. "Harry James Potter! Where have you been all this time!" he snapped but tried his best to hold it down and sound calm. After all, it wasn't Harry's fault that his location is unknown.

Harry gave Sirius a guilty smile. He knew how worried his godfather would be since he practically went mute since school. "I'm out of the country, Sirius," he had to tell him. "Someone said it was safer for me to be away from Voldemort's grasp."

"Who, Harry?" Sirius asked seriously. He leaned uncomfortably on his arms in front of him. "Who said you were safer, wherever you are?"

Harry sighed sadly and knew there will be a lot of questions he'll have to answer. "I can't give out names, sorry," he said regretfully. "All I can say is that I'm safe. Safe from Voldemort, safe from Death Eaters."

"Who are you with, Harry?" Sirius asked worriedly but also sounded a bit curious. He had to know who Harry was staying with if not at the Burrow or the Dursleys. Harry's safety was his priority after all.

"Draco, Sirius. I'm with Draco," Harry said with a smile as he stared at the floor. He didn't know if he should also tell about Narcissa. But, if he would, he didn't need to as Narcissa sat right next to him.

"Hello, Sirius," Narcissa greeted her cousin with a hard smile. It has been a long time since she's seen her cousin. Almost eighteen years to be precise. But Sirius had been involved in a friendship with a muggle-born some time ago, which really disappointed the family name but now all that really doesn't matter anymore.

Sirius sighed in relief and ran a hand through his shoulder-length black hair. It has definitely been quite a while since he has seen her. "Narcissa? Thank goodness your with Harry but why, not to be impolite, is he with you?"

"That, I'm afraid, is something Harry will tell you when he is ready," Narcissa said sadly as she remembered that dreadful morning. She hesitated for a minute to get that memory out of her mind. "I'm sure you know he's been through a lot."

Sirius shook his head. He had no idea at all about Harry's state. Nobody told him. Harry never told him. "No, I wasn't informed on what Harry's going through," he said while looking beside his cousin at a guilty looking Gryffindor who's his godson.

"Oh, really?" Narcissa said curiously but also a little disappointingly and looked at Harry with a crooked smile. She had actually thought that Harry told Sirius of what he's going through.

Harry shrugged innocently and gave a forced smile. He didn't want to tell anyone about what he goes through as he doesn't trust adults at all. The only person he really trusts with with his life is Draco. Well, but then there's Narcissa and her motherly vibe that's somehow more powerful than Mrs Weasley's. It's like Narcissa was his mother already even though he just met her like... weeks ago.

Narcissa shook her head in disappointment at Harry and looked back at Sirius. "Did you want to come over, Sirius?" she asked of him kindly. "Only Lucius, Draco and I only know of this place. Rest assured; Lucius does not know we're here."

"I'd love to," Sirius said and smiled warmly with almost twinkling grey eyes. "Perhaps, I can get something out of Harry." He looked at his godson with curiosity as he wanted to know what his pup has been going through.

"Yes... well, please take this secret to your grave, Sirius," Narcissa said gravely. She looked deeply into the familiar lounge room of the Noble house of Black. "Are you alone?" Sirius nodded, and Narcissa leaned forward into the Floo to whisper, "We're in Venice. 382 Ossatura Dorsoduro, Venice. I'll connect you to our Floo."

Sirius' eyes widened in surprise as he couldn't believe the Malfoy's had a residence in Venice. But then again, the Malfoy family are very wealthy. "You have a property there?" he asked in disbelief.

Narcissa nodded and connected 12 Grimmauld Place to her Floo network in only a second. She moved back so her cousin had room to enter the room. "You may come in."

Sirius grabbed some Floo powder from the mantle on top of his fireplace. He whispered the address to the Venice Manor and walked in. He immediately pulled Harry into a bear hug, "I missed you, Harry and grew very worried. So are Hermione and Ron. You literally scared Padfoot out of me."

Harry hugged his Godfather back without hesitation. He had actually forgotten about everyone else as he just spent the first few weeks with Draco. Except that first week of Holidays... Being with Draco had literally taken his mind of certain things around him. It was kind of like he was living in a different life, away from his depression. "I missed you too. I was kidnapped by Draco and his lovely mother from the Dursleys."

Narcissa laughed elegantly at what Harry said. "It was more on the lines of Severus actually," she had to tell the truth about it all, besides the saddening parts. "He kidnapped Harry and I'm glad he did."

Sirius' face turned blank and he let go of the hug. He scowled at the name that had just come out of his cousin's mouth. "Oh, what happened then?" he asked curiously. He had to know what his pup was going through.

"That's something Harry should also tell you," Narcissa said seriously while gently elbowing Harry in the arm. She just needed him to understand that he should be telling Sirius what he is going through.

Harry couldn't decide if he should tell Narcissa and Sirius about his depression, and what caused it. He knew it would be much easier, but how would he feel about it all? Maybe it was time to let it all out. But he also didn't want to give these adults anything else to worry about as he knew they had their own things that worries them.

A sudden movement caused the three to look at the Floo. Draco Malfoy had just come out of the Floo and entered the room. But then he stopped and looked at his Uncle standing a little to the side of his mother.

Harry's smile grew as he walked over and gave him a hug and a kiss. Even though it had only been an hour, he had missed his beautiful blonde Slytherin wizard dearly. "Draco. I've missed you."

"I missed you too, Harry, though it's only been an hour since we last saw each other," Draco said with a smile as he was hugging Harry back. He then captured Harry's lips in a passionate kiss.

Sirius smiled at his nephew snogging his Godson and remembered the last time he saw him. It was right after the final Task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. "Draco, it is lovely to see you again."

Draco broke out of the kiss with Harry and smiled at his Uncle. He remembered the last time he saw the man just after the third task of the Tri-Wizard tournament. And how sharp his animagus' teeth were. "Hello, Uncle Sirius. It's great seeing you too."

"You've met Sirius before?" Narcissa asked curiously to her son with a delicate eyebrow raised. The only time Sirius has seen her Draco was as a baby.

"Yes," Sirius said, beaming at the memory of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. "Back at Hogwarts after the third task of the Tri-Wizard, he snuck in the hospital Wing to make sure that Harry was okay."

"Naww! How sweet of my Dragon," Narcissa said warmly and placed her hand over her heart. She was so proud of her son, for how could she not be? She had raised him to be the perfect little darling that he was.

"Motheeer!" Draco whined in embarrassment with a prolonged 'e'. His face was flushed and Harry had kissed his cheek again, making him even more embarrassed and flushed. Merlin. He loves Harry so much.

Narcissa laughed at her son's embarrassment. Oh, how she loves family embarrassment times. "Now, where were we." She looked back at the Gryffindor boy in her lounge room. "Harry? Are you going to tell us about...things?"

Harry took a deep calming breath and nodded. This was going to be hard to talk about but as long as he had Draco he'll be fine. "I want to tell you guys so I can get it off my chest," he replies. "It's better if I tell than keep it bottled up inside me."

Draco grabbed Harry's hand and squeezed it. He was so proud of Harry finally telling more people about his depression. Especially if it's with his mother and Uncle Sirius. "Are you sure you want to tell us, Harry?" he asked softly and rubbed his thumb back and forth on Harry's soft cheek.

Harry nodded slightly and pressed his cheek into Draco's hand. He looked down and noticed the book his Slytherin boyfriend was holding. He couldn't see the title, all he knew was that it was brown, big and had white letters. "By the way, what's the book you got there?"

"I just came back from Malfoy Manor after talking to my father," Draco said truthfully but began itching his nose without consciously knowing he was doing it while thinking of a lie. "I was bored before he let me in his office, so I grabbed a book to read."

Narcissa rose an eyebrow at her son's lie and noted she'll have to ask him about it later. And she was very disappointed in her son for lying straight to Harry's face. She'll have to scold him later. "Of course, anyway, let's all sit down."

Sirius and Narcissa sat down on the large white lounge chair while Harry and Draco sat together on a grey armchair, Harry sitting on Draco's lap like he always does.

"Oh, wait," Narcissa said while standing up from the chair. You can't have long conversations without a nice cup of hot tea. Especially with this concerning conversation, they're about to know about. "Tea everyone?"

"That would be lovely, Narcissa," Sirius said with a smile. He looked around the large room and admired the elegant furniture and walls. It was nothing like the Noble House of Black. This manor was almost muggle-looking with its posh and expensive Italian sofas. Was there actually anything magical in this place at all?

With a nod, Narcissa disappeared into the hallway and a few minutes later she returned with floating old vintage teacups, and a vintage teapot full of tea. Sirius grabbed a cup and saucer of tea from in the air, curled his finger in the tiny hole, and took a sip. They were waiting for Harry to start with whatever he is going through. Narcissa levitated the two last teacups to Harry and Draco with a slight flick to her wand.

"Thanks, mother," Draco said and captured his floating teacup. Of course, his mother remembered correctly. Rose tea. He took a small sip and placed the teacup beside him on the small round table.

Harry sighed and held onto Draco's hand for reassurance. He started with the Dursleys, telling Narcissa and Sirius everything he had told Draco and Mr Lalor about them. He told them about his depression and when it started. He left out his attempted suicides, as that will come later.

"Oh, Harry," Narcissa said with tears in her eyes. How could such a sweet boy be treated like that? Like sodding house-elves. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that alone."

Sirius handed Narcissa a white lacey handkerchief from his pocket as he deeply agreed with his cousin. Why couldn't his pup tell him about all of this? He would have listened to anything his pup wanted to tell him. Just like how he and Harry talked in his letters about his crush on Draco. Ah, such funny and memorable times. "You should have told someone this, Harry," he said in a woeful tone. "Do Ron and Hermione know about this?"

Harry nodded. He hated how they found out, but oh well. That is just life. "Ron found out one night when I ran off during the night. My dorm mates went searching for me as they thought I tried to... were trying to kill myself..." he said numbly as he stared into his teacup that had a sudden rose flavour to it. "Hermione found out by Ron sometime during this week or last week."

"Good. Good," Sirius said quietly as he was deep in thought at why Dumbledore even let his godson live with those muggles. Those bloody abusive muggles. Merlin. He would explode their house into bits with one flick of his wand.

Draco cuddled Harry, not wanting to let go. "And what about after the third task, Harry?" he asked sadly with tears in his eyes. He could recall how depressed and numb Harry looked. "You were completely silent and numb. Just looking in your eyes, It was like you were dead to the world. I was so worried about you."

"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry replies flatly and felt his own tears start to form. He could remember that depressing week clearly. "I wasn't in a good mental state." He sighed deeply, rested his head on Draco's shoulder and regretted what he was about to say. This was pretty hard. "I blamed myself for Cedric's death, and I still do."

Narcissa inhaled a sharp breath, and Sirius looked at him sadly. They both thought the same thing. How could Harry think such a thing? Draco kissed Harry's cheek and placed a hand on Harry's other cheek, keeping him close to his face to give him another peck on the cheek. He wondered why Harry hadn't even told him about that at all.

"Harry, it wasn't your fault," Sirius said dejectedly. He rested his elbows on his knees and ran both hands through his long hair while looking at the ground. He brought his head back up while his hands trailed down to cup his nose. "We all know who's at fault!"

Narcissa nodded and dabbed her eyes with the handkerchief again. She just couldn't understand how someone could blame themselves for someone else death. "It's not your fault at all, dear boy."

"Harry, my beautiful boyfriend," Draco said sadly and caressed Harry's cheek while getting so lost in those elegant emerald green eyes. "It wasn't your fault, none of it is. Cedric was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. And please, never blame yourself for someone's death."

"I'll try not to," Harry said sadly and looked back into gorgeous shining silver eyes. He leaned in slowly. Draco leaned the rest of the way in and caught Harry's lips in a gentle kiss.

Narcissa and Sirius exchanged happy glances as they loved seeing family so in love. To Sirius, Harry and Draco remind him of himself and Remus back in the days. Such happy memories. Harry was Remus as being a half-blood and Draco was himself. No. Stop thinking of the past.

"And Harry, what made you try to..." Narcissa said, trailing off as she didn't want to say the rest in case it would trigger Harry. She frowned at the memory and looked at the floor.

Sirius just frowned more, he wants to send the muggles off to Azkaban. Shame those muggles can't see Dementors. He'd love to scare them out of the country.

Harry broke out of the kiss and sighed sadly while staring into Draco's silver teary eyes. "I just couldn't help myself," he tells them. "Cedric was dead and I blamed myself. My Uncle kept beating me up everyday and I just had enough. I also might have met a muggle guy who offered me his cigarette and that's how I started smoking. It helps me." He just could not believe he just admitted that. He blinked his incoming tears away. "So the day my Uncle gave my last beating, I just couldn't stand life anymore. I just wanted it all to end as I couldn't stand the pain and suffering anymore. I wrote a... suicide note too, in case someone were to find me. Would probably have been my Aunt as she always wakes me up in the early morning."

After that, Narcissa was in more tears. Sirius comforted his crying cousin with gentle pets on the wrist but was staring wistfully at Harry.

Draco was slowly kissing Harry all over his face. He loves giving Harry love and will keep doing it so Harry knows how much he is loved. But he stopped kissing him so he could look him in the eye, "I'm so glad you told us this, Harry," he deadpans. He had no idea Harry wrote a last note. "Even though I know it was hard. I'm so sorry you had to go through all that alone, you could have told me this all in the beginning."

"I know," Harry replies, frowning. He just wishes talking can be easier to him. "I just didn't want anybody to worry about me."

"Harry, we're family," Sirius reminded him softly with a cracked voice and a slow smile. "We're all supposed to worry about you as it's our job. Remus, Hermione, and the Weasley's all will worry about you and your safety."

"Harry, can I read this... note that you wrote?" Draco then asked of Harry. He wanted to read it, no matter if it hurts him from deep inside. It could give him answers too, and he'd like to share it with Hermione and Ron so they could understand all that Harry was going through at the time too.

"You can't," Harry drawls, shaking his head. "It's burnt to ashes."

"What?" Draco says, a little thwarted. He was hoping to read it.

"Professor Snape asked me to burn it," Harry says dully. "It's in the fireplace, burnt to a crisp. No more. Gone."

"Oh," Draco replies blandly.

Narcissa sniffed and placed her Tea on the coffee table. "Come here Harry," she said and opened her arms out for a hug. It's all she could give him right now as she didn't know what else to give him other than a hug.

Harry gave Draco a kiss as a thank you for everything and walked over to Narcissa. He sat down next to her, and was embraces in a hug. Harry hugged back and looked over Narcissa's shoulder at Sirius who gave him a weak smile. There's that Cinnamon scent he smells. Probably her perfume.

Sirius checked the time with a "Tempus," showing he needs to meet Remus soon. He sighed and wished it were something else. "I'm sorry guys, I must go. Harry, stay safe and thank you for telling me about what you're going through." He looked at his nephew sternly. "Draco, look after my Godson with your life."

"It's fine, Sirius," Harry said with a deep sigh. When he saw the disbelief in Sirius' eyes, he smiled at him. "Truly. I'm all good whenever Draco is around me. He is everything I have and need in life."

Draco nodded at his Uncle as he will always take care of Harry. His Harry. His Gryffindor who he loves so much. "I will love and take care of Harry always," he assures his uncle. "There will never be a day where I'm not looking out for Harry. I'll always be by his side every day."

Sirius nodded at both boys. He was so happy for them. Such beautiful souls who deserve one another.

"May I ask where you are going, Sirius?" Narcissa asked her cousin gently while she was still hugging Harry. She didn't at all mind if she was still hugging her son's lover. She even decided to give him a forehead kiss as a way of showing that he is apart of the family now and that he is loved as a son.

"Remus Lupin," said Sirius with a fond smile. "He and I have Harry's trial to discuss, even though I wish it were more than that. On a romantic level between Remus and I, just to make things clear."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of his third year Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. He hoped the man was doing well. It has been a whole year since he's seen him.

Narcissa chuckled as she remembered back in her sixth year after coming home to a love-struck fourth-year Sirius Black practically pouncing around everywhere with a big smile on his face. Then, she knew that he had been kissed by Remus Lupin, his crush for many years. "Don't bring them home on your first date," she repeated her younger self with a smile

Sirius laughed and recalled having these conversations back in his Hogwarts years. "Yes, well, how I wish that could be true but no, he's already dating someone." He didn't even seem sad about it, but it was because he accepts the fact that Remus has found someone new. The romance they shared during their Hogwarts years was just that, a teenage romance.

Narcissa frowned at her cousin. She knew how in love his cousin was for the half-blood. "Sorry, I knew how much you loved that man," she replies lightly. "Merlin save me with the memories you shared with Andromeda and I after... umm... making love with him for the first time."

"Some things are just not meant to be, I guess," Sirius said with a sigh and a halfhearted shrug as he grabbed a bunch of Floo Powder to hide the hurt on his face. "I better go anyway."

"Mother, can I have Harry back now?" Draco asked with a slight smirk to his lips. He loved seeing Harry and his mother getting along so well, even if they were talking about something depressing. And he didn't need to hear about his former teacher and uncle's love-making life. How gross!

Narcissa chuckled again and let go of the hug with Harry. She patted Harry on the shoulder and the other hand was under Harry's cheek. "You okay now, Harry?" she asked softly.

Harry nodded. Narcissa was quite cuddly. No wonder he loves Draco's hugs. He now wondered what Mr Malfoy's hugs are like. Were they loving and warm like Draco's and Narcissa's? "Thanks, Narcissa."

Sirius smiled at his godson and cousin getting along so well. He threw the Floo Powder into the fireplace, muttered "12 Grimmauld Place," and entered through. As he entered through to his lounge room, a family of red-heads and a brunette were staring at him. "Good afternoon," he said brightly.

"Sirius, we've you been?" Hermione asked at once with her arms crossed over her chest.

"We thought you also disappeared on us!" Ron added with a frown. "Not to mention Harry's disappearance."

Sirius chuckled at the worried children while Molly and Arthur were at the back watching the scene with a smile. "No, I didn't disappear," he tells them with a shake of his head. "I was with Harry."

"Harry!" said a sea of voices.

"Where is he?" asked Ron quickly with furrowed brows. He had to know where his best mate is. He's worried and so is everyone in his family, including Blaise, Pansy, and Hermione.

"Is he okay?" asked Fred. George, who was beside him, placed an arm around his twin and giggled at what they looked like.

"Yes, Harry's fine," Sirius said, he was still relieved to know where Harry was and that he was safe. He smiled at the weird twins. "He's safe in another country. The wards are quite powerful."

Hermione and Ron both sighed in relief. "Goodness, gracious me," Hermione then said slowly. "Who's he with though? To know that he is safe."

"Harry is with my nephew, Draco Malfoy," Sirius replied with a smile as he walks around them. "You shan't be worried about him. He is in very safe hands, and I mean it. Draco literally won't let him go. Harry is almost glued to my nephew's side."

Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing looks, "Of course, he is," they both said with knowing smiles.

*****

Draco and Harry were up in Draco's room. Harry sat on the balcony in a white peacock cane chair reading a book while Draco sat cross-legged on his bed and just glared at the book his father gave him like the book would just open itself up and spill its contents. He couldn't decide if he wanted to read it or not. What bonding was it about? He knew it had something to do with making powers stronger, that is if the caster were true soul mates to the other. He poked at the book with his fingers, wondering if it would bite. When there was no response from the book, Draco rolled his eyes and wondered why he was acting so stupid about a book. A darn book. He grabbed the book and turned to the page his father wanted him to read.

The Love Bind

Most Powerful binding spell in the world

Be aware, this spell should only be used for true soul mates or death will come to both.

The castor's father must produce a force-field around the two soul mates as they bond. The force-field will surround them, making them unseen for five whole minutes while they bond.

Draco read through the chapter, finding every little detail interesting. He couldn't believe there was a spell like that. But the worst part, if he did perform the spell with Harry and they both weren't true soul mates, they'd both die. Draco sighed and read through the chapter again just to memorise what he needed to do.

*****

The morning before Harry's birthday, Draco had a plan. It was an amazing plan and he loved it. He just needed Harry to be distracted so he could do it. There were two options. One, he goes to his mother and asks her to distract him with some of her paintings or two, lie to Harry and tell him he needed to go to the Manor to collect something. He did not want to lie, especially with everything Harry has been through, so he used the first option.

While Harry was in the lounge room reading over a brochure of things to do in Venice, which Draco knew they should have read before the date they went on, he wandered into the kitchens to find his mother looking over a muggle cooking book which he never knew she had.

"Mother?" Draco said excitedly but held the excitement down by looking at a picture of some chocolate kind of dessert in her cook book. It looked quite delicious, to be honest. Something like a cupcake with chocolate frilly icing.

"Yes, my Dragon?" Narcissa asked distractedly. Her eyes were looking over the ingredients of the chocolate truffle she wanted to make.

"Can you help me with something?" Draco asked with his palms spread out along the kitchen bench top. He leaned forward to whisper, "It's a surprise for Harry since his birthday is tomorrow."

Narcissa's smile widened and she turned to look at her son curiously. What was he hiding from her? "What are you planning, my sneaky Slytherin son?" she asked, almost eagerly for a response.

Draco smiled innocently at his mother, who rose an eyebrow at him. "Oh, a surprise. Can you put wards up?" he asked with a smirk. It was quite annoying when someone knows about the birthday party you try to keep secret. Bloody Miss Pansy Parkinson... Always somehow finding out about the surprises he tries to hide from her on her surprise birthday party.

Narcissa nodded and set up some silencing wards around the inside of the kitchen. "There, now, tell me what I need to do."

Draco grinned at his mother. "Are you able to distract Harry so I can head to the burrow now?" he asked of her. "I want to ask Harry's friends if they want to come over if that's okay with you."

"Why, certainly!" Narcissa said, beaming as she loves surprises. Who doesn't? Oh, surprise birthday party food. She has a few recipe's he could try out so why not? "Do you want me to make anything for his birthday?"

"Yes, that would be lovely, mother," Draco said with a nod of his head. He could see the look of surprise on Harry's face already. "Although, if Mrs Weasley hears about the party, I'm sure she'll also bring food over. While I am there, perhaps you can show Harry your artwork."

"I'll definitely do that," Narcissa said in approval with a smile. She patted her son under the chin as she was just so proud of him.

"Thank you so much, mother. I don't know what I could do without you," Draco said as he hugged his mother. He swore to Merlin himself that he had the greatest mother alive. One who accepts his sexuality, one who loves him so much and one who accepts him for loving what his father had called in the past, 'the enemy'.

Narcissa giggled girlishly in the hug as she rarely gets any hugs from her own son. "It's what I'm here for, my Dragon," she said sweetly and kissed her son on the forehead. "I'm here not only to guide you, but to support you through anything you want to achieve in life."

"Think you can distract him now then?" Draco asked as he leaned out of the hug. "I want to tell his friends right away. That way I can answer all their questions, which I'm sure there will be a lot of."

Narcissa nodded at the question, but then she asked, "Alright, how many people are you expecting over?"

"Just Ron, Hermione and the Weasley's," Draco said whilst looking down at the brown wooden fruit bowl in the middle of the kitchen bench with fruits piled on top of one another. He decided to grab a green apple from the bowl just for some energy when dealing with Harry's friends in a short time. "I don't think inviting Blaise and Pansy over here is a safe plan as their parents could have a tracking charm on them."

"That's very wise of you, even though I would love to have those two over," Narcissa said and looked back to her recipe. "You better be off now so I can show Harry my artworks, or even yet, the whole Manor as I don't think you've shown him enough of it."

"That's correct," Draco said with a nod. He wished he could show Harry the manor by himself. But oh well, at least Harry can get to know his mother a little more. He walked over to the kitchen bar and watched Harry lovingly. "I'll go now, thank you mother all so much."

"It's no problem, my dragon," Narcissa said as she exited the kitchen to Harry. "Good Luck!"

Draco smiled and watched his mother go up to Harry and talk to him. When he saw them leave the room, he took this as his chance and Flooed to 12 Grimmauld Place. When he entered, he gulped as he felt a wand at his throat. "It's me, Uncle, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

Sirius did not know if he should believe him or not as he always guards his Floo, so he asked a question, "Did I, or did I not give you my blessings and from where?"

"You gave me your blessings as a joke right after the third task of the Twi-Wizard tournament in the Hospital Wing," Draco said quickly with a nervous smile. What a first interrogation by his own Uncle.

Sirius chuckled and lowered his wand from his nephew's throat. "Sorry about that, Draco. I always keep a close eye on my Floo and whoever comes in," he said with a half smile which showed his compunction. "So, what brings you to the Black family house?"

"I'm here because of Harry," Draco said with a smile. He saw his Uncle's face express worry and concern and he shook his head, "He's not in danger of anything, of course. I just wanted to go to the Burrow as it is Harry's birthday tomorrow. So, I wanted to invite you, the Weasley's and Granger over for his birthday."

Sirius' face softened at that and he gave Draco a knowing smile. It is just so nice of his godson to celebrate Harry's birthday. "Why of course, my Floo is open for you at any time. I should probably come with you in case Molly or Arthur will think you're there because of your father."

Draco nodded and grabbed a bunch of Floo powder from inside the pot. "Thanks, Uncle Sirius," he said kindly. Muttering "The Burrow," he stepped back into the green flamed fireplace.

As Draco stepped out into the unfamiliar house, two heads turned his way and he smiled at them.

"Draco?" Hermione asked in surprise. She's never expect to see Harry's boyfriend at the Burrow without insulting it. Well, she hoped the Slytherin won't insult The Burrow. Blaise never did and he was over just yesterday. "What are you doing here?"

"I came bearing information about a birthday party that's happening tomorrow and I'm sure you know whose I'm talking about," Draco said portentously, smiling as he thought of Harry's green eyes filled with surprise as he wakes up and finds everyone he loves surrounding him.

"Wait, so you've been with Harry this whole time?" Ron asked immediately as he got up from the couch and walked over to Draco. "Is he okay? Please tell me he is okay."

Draco nodded, keeping his head held high. "He's more than okay," he assured the two Gryffindor's. "I actually came here because I want to invite you all over to celebrate his birthday. When I mean all, I mean all of you Weasley's and you, Granger."

"That's so sweet of you, Draco," Hermione said with a cheerful smile as she walked up to him and Ron. It was clear in her tone that she couldn't wait for the birthday surprise. "Can I invite Pansy?"

"Can I invite Blaise too?" Ron asked. He was actually finding this particularly interesting. He knew Harry had told Draco to not make fun of his family's wealth but like... he could take it easily. He actually kind of missed being wealth shamed from Draco.

Draco sighed and shook his head. He too wished he could invite Pansy and Blaise as they're his best friends. "I'm afraid not. Since their parents are probably Death Eaters, I do not want them finding out where we are keeping Harry."

"We understand what you mean, Draco, and we appreciate your concern for Harry," Ron said politely, patting Draco's shoulder lightly and smiled. "If that is what you feel is best, then we accept that."

"Thanks, Ron," Draco said with a smile at both Gryffindor's. He was really thankful that Harry had such great friends. He then smirked, "Now, where can I find the rest of you Weasels?"

Ron snorted at the familiar name and looked towards the kitchen. "Mum?!" he shouted loudly. Probably too loudly but the twins were up in their room making something as the loud banging was heard from Upstairs. "We have a guest."

Molly Weasley came out from the kitchen and froze as she saw her guest. Her expression turned soft and she welcomed Draco with a hug. "You must be Draco, Harry's boyfriend. It's so nice to meet you," she said in her sweet motherly voice.

Draco did not want to be hugged right now but he hugged back anyway as he thought it was the Weasley way of greeting someone and he did not want to unimpressed this family. "Thank you, Mrs Weasley. It's a pleasure meeting you as well," he said warmly whilst feeling like he's going to suffocate from the tight hug.

Molly let Draco out of her embrace and smiled down at him. "Now, may I ask why you are here?" she asked of him kindly.

"Harry's birthday is tomorrow so I wanted to invite you all over to our Manor which is out of the country," Draco responded easily with a warm smile. "My father, if you are wondering, does not know which place we're at and I'm sure he doesn't want to waste his time Floo-ing in and out of every one of our Manor's."

"Oh, how wonderful!" Molly said ingratiatingly, placing a hand over her heart. "Does your mother need help with cooking? I would love to meet her, even if our families...well... don't get along."

"She'd love to meet you too, Mrs Weasley," Draco said with reassurance but also knew his mother would need all the help she can get. "My mother doesn't really believe in the pure-blood ways, she's got a few Muggle cooking books of her own and yes, I'm sure she would love the help."

"I cannot wait," Molly said softly but excitingly. Sunshine could have flooded her soul from the excitement. "So, how do you want the surprise to be?"

Draco thought for a moment and smiled, thinking about how Harry would react. "I was thinking you guys can show up in the morning just after breakfast, so when I take Harry into the living room from the kitchen, well... surprise!"

"That sounds so much fun!" Hermione 's mood lifted, she was bursting with joy. "I can't wait to see the look on Harry's face when he sees us all. It'll hopefully make him feel much better than how he normally feels when dispirited."

"Exactly!" Draco said, smiling at the thought while trying to ignore the sudden sadness of the memory of how depressed Harry is in his everyday life. "So, I'm hoping you all have presents for him?"

"Of course, we do," Ron said expressively, smiling at the Slytherin and his odd thoughts about why he and Hermione won't have presents for Harry. "Why wouldn't we?"

"We all do, Draco," Molly said gently in reassurance while rubbing Draco's shoulder. "We all know how his relatives only give him tissues for his birthday, which is so fowl and ruthless. So we give him meaningful gifts."

Draco nodded sadly in agreement. He wondered if the Weasley's found out about Harry's... near-death experience. "Do you all know of Harry's attempted...?" He didn't want to say it. It hurt enough to even think of it.

"His what, Draco?" Hermione asked curiously. But she also sounded a little worried. Just by Draco's hesitation she knew it was something terrible he was thinking about.

"Um...never mind," Draco said, but the face Ron made knew that he knew something was wrong. He placed a reassuring hand on Ron's shoulders which he knew was something he would never thought he would do ever in his life but he just did. "He's okay, truly. He just went through a few things during the first week but he's okay."

"What things, Draco?" Hermione asked, her tone sounding even more worried. What happened to her best friend during the first week of the holidays that she doesn't know about? It's what she wanted to know.

"Nothing..." Draco said quickly. He just doesn't want to talk about that morning... He blinked and fought his way back to reality. "So, after breakfast tomorrow morning, everyone got that?" he asked the three.

"Got what?" said two familiar voices. Of course it was the voice of the Weasley twins. Draco swiftly looked over to where the voices came from and saw Weasley number 1 and Weasley number 2 walking into the room. Or was it Thing 1 and Thing 2?

"Ah, Draco Malfoy," said Fred with a smile. Harry's boyfriend, of course. Though it was a big surprise seeing the Slytherin here in his family's house.

"Pleasure to see you on this fine day," George said to the Slytherin with the same smile that his twin had on his face. "What brings you to the Burrow, Draco?"

Draco scowled in annoyance, forgetting how many Weasley's there were. "I will say this one more time and then I'll leave because Harry will start to wonder where I am," he said while trying to hide the annoyance in his voice. How does this family work when there is so many children in it?

"How did you get Harry to not notice you sneaking around planning a surprise party for him?" Ron asked curiously, though he knows how annoying it is to keep repeating himself in front of his family when his brothers and sisters come into the room while he's speaking with one portion of the family.

"I asked my mother to show Harry the paintings she has made in the past," Draco told them. He had to admit that his mother was quite the artist. He especially loves the picture of the male peacock at his manor that is terribly loud in mating season that she painted one time. At times he just wants to stupefy the damn bird to shut it up. "It's a pretty good distraction since she's a lovely painter."

"Oh, so a surprise party is it?" Fred said with a mischievous smile and a single raised ginger brow. Oh, he and George were bound too have a superb day full of mischief on that day if Draco allows it.

"How can we help, dear Draco?" George asked, mirroring his twin's mischief smile. He could tell his dear twin brother was thinking deeply about mischievous things.

Draco shrugged. He doesn't exactly know how the twins or in fact anybody could help. He doesn't want it to look like some little kids birthday with streamers and whatever else. "I don't know, you can decide if you have anything you want to give Harry from your shop. Which congratulations by the way!" Fred and George nodded a thank you. "As long as it doesn't explode the manor," Draco said seriously to them with a hard smile.

Fred and George frowned at what they would not be able to do but as they heard laughs, they joined in.

"Yes, anyway, I must head back now," Draco said with a wave. Before he hopped back in the Floo, he turned his head in the direction of Mrs Weasley, "When will you be free to cook with my mother?"

"Anytime, dear," Molly said sweetly with that warm motherly smile. "Just let your mother know that I'll be coming over at whatever time is alright for her."

Draco nodded. He knew how excited his mother would be to have a cooking buddy. "How about this afternoon at around 1:45?" he suggested simply. "I'll take Harry out of the manor for a date while you and mother can prepare the food."

"Wonderful!" Molly said, beaming. She chuckled at the word 'date' and how Harry has exciting things to do with Draco this evening. "Now, where is it you are located at?"

Draco looked around the room wearily. "Are we safe from...?" He didn't want to appear rude, but he had to make sure the wards were at least stable. Molly nodded. "We're in Venice, Italy," he said quietly. "Oh, and the address is 382 Ossatura Dorsoduro, Venice, Italy."

Hermione and Ron's mouth dropped open. "Venice!" they both asked in shock. They knew the Malfoy's were Wealthy, but didn't think they would have manors around Europe or even the world.

"Wow, that is indeed out of the country," said Fred, who looked absolutely amused. "I wonder if we would get good customers for our shop over there. It'll boom the business when our shop in Diagon Alley becomes Wealthy."

"Indubitably, Freddy," George replied and gave his twin brother a good-nurtured slap on the back. He too thought about expending the business to overseas but thought it'd be a little expensive. Maybe in a few years that can happen.

"Yes, Venice," Draco said with a quick nod. Big deal, he thought. It's just a country. Merlin. It's like they've never been to... Right, they haven't... He looked at the mother of seven children. "Are you all alright with that?"

"Of course, we are, Draco!" Hermione said with pure excitement at the thought of going to Venice, a city out of England that floats on water. Of course, it'll just be a party inside of the Malfoy's manor in Venice, but she would like to go outside for a little explore with Ron and Harry. She wished she could invite Pansy too so they could go shopping. But she also wants to view the historical landmarks of Venice, research the actual history of the place and go visit the special parades and balls with fancy costumes and everything. It's a new culture she would like to see.

"I'd love to go to Venice!" Ron said with a smile whilst picturing a city floating on water yet still connected to land. He heard Venice has good food there too.

Draco smiled and grabbed some Floo-powder from the flower pot he noticed above the fireplace. "Goodbye!" he said as he chucked the Floo Powder in the fireplace and Flooed back to the manor in Venice. When he entered, he just heard voices coming from down the hall to where the lounge room was and decided to follow them. There, he saw Harry and his mother walking down the hallway towards him. He ran up to Harry and gave him a big hug, lifting him off his feet and spun him around. Where he got the kind of strength he had no idea.

Harry giggled at the gesture and stared deeply in Draco's silver eyes with passion. Where has Draco been for these long minutes? Though he enjoyed spending time with Narcissa and looking at her artworks. All her artistic creations are magnificent beyond life, and he loves the picture of a white peacock. He's only seen a blue peacock, not a white one. "I love you."

Draco smiled brightly and slid Harry back down to the floor. If only Harry knew where he was, who he was with and what he was planning. "I love you more."

"Not possible," Harry replied with a little shake of his head as he leaned in and pecked Draco hard and noisily on the lips. But Draco then deepened the kiss with a single head tilt, turning the kiss into a long and slow one.

Narcissa smiled and rolled her eyes at the happy couple. She left them be and headed into the lounge room for a nice cup of tea while she reads one of her books.

When Harry and Draco finished their snogging, they decided to head to the lounge room also. As they got there, Draco kissed Harry's cheek and told him he needs to talk to his mother about something quickly.

He skipped over to his mother which he knew was an Un-Malfoy thing to do but did it anyway because he was just so happy and excited for tomorrow's event. "Mother, Mrs Weasley's coming over in the afternoon to help bake food for tomorrow," he told her quietly.

"Of course, shouldn't you and Harry be somewhere else then?" Narcissa asked him while she returned the smile. Where she thought her son and Harry will be is up in his room making love or sleeping.

"Harry and I are heading out into Venice in the afternoon for a date," Draco said in an almost dreamy tone. He was just so excited to go on another date with his beautiful boyfriend. "Mrs Weasley will arrive by 1:35 I assume."

"Magnificent!" Narcissa said. She was already looking through her cookbook for some party appetisers. "Enjoy that date as you don't get to see Venice much these days." Especially since it's sinking... and that's a very known fact throughout the world.

"Will do, mother." Draco gave her a smile, kissed her forehead and headed back over to join Harry on the couch. He wanted to plan a little sneak attack on the Gryffindor but Harry was already looking his way.

"So, what are we doing tomorrow?" Harry asked as he pulled Draco down on the couch beside him. He gave the Slytherin a kiss on the lips with a smile and sighed happily as Draco kissed him back with those clingy lips.

Draco shrugged and smiled lovingly at his boyfriend, "I don't know," he replies quickly. "You tell me." Merlin. How could he express how much he loves this guy?

Harry frowned and hoped to Merlin Draco hadn't forgotten what day tomorrow is. Well, he really didn't care about his birthday much. He still remembers the times at the Dursleys where he never was given a present ever. How depressing that was. "You do know what date it is tomorrow, right?"

Draco chuckled and nodded. How could he ever forget about Harry's birthday? It was the most important day in the world for Harry. "Of course, I know what day it is tomorrow," he told him at once. "I would never miss your birthday for the world. I have not planned anything big, just a date together."

Harry let out a sigh of relief but then smirked. "Do I get a birthday shag?" he whispered, his lips brushing against Draco's ear lobe. He just realised how needy that was and felt his cheeks burn with an embarrassed flush.

Draco kissed Harry's cheek, using his tongue to lick and suck down on the soft skin and he whispered, "Of course, you do. You gave me one on my birthday, so I will replay you by giving you a shag tomorrow night. Sound fun?"

"Absolutely, I can't wait," Harry replied in a whisper. He looked up at Narcissa and smiled mischievously as she was focusing on her book. He looked back at Draco and pulled him down on top of him.

Draco smirked and captured Harry's lips in a soft and needy kiss. Harry replied by moving his hands down Draco's side and grabbed onto his prick and squeezed it gently. Draco let out a moan and kissed Harry harder as Harry started stroking him from his pants.

Harry rubbed Draco harder with one hand while the other hand was gripping Draco's shirt to be closer to him. Draco moaned a bit louder from the erection in his pants but pulled out of the kiss, shook his head, and whispered, "Not here, Harry."

Harry brought his hand up from Draco's pants and caressed that hand over Draco's cheek. He wished he had Draco's musky scent on his fingers even if that sounded extremely dirty. He just wants to strip Draco down and bite him in his most tasty and musky spot. "So, to the bedroom then?"

Draco brought Harry's hand that was gripping his shirt up to his mouth and started sucking on the index finger. Harry let out a small moan from Draco's gesture and brought up Draco's other hand and started sucking on his fingers. Draco started rubbing himself on Harry but stopped as Harry let out a louder moan and there was a giggle coming from the other side of the lounge room. He looked up over the couch who was staring at her book but knew he and Harry were disturbing her. He gave his mother a guilty smile and looked back down at Harry.

"Let's save this for tomorrow night and make it extra special, sound good?" Draco whispered into Harry's ear. Harry nodded. "Good, because I have a date planned for us right now." He intertwined their hands together and hopped off the couch. He pulled Harry with him and tried to ignore the slight hardness and uncomfortable sensation in his pants.

"Lead the way, my Slytherin Ice prince," Harry whispered, his breath ghosting on Draco's lips. He was excited for this date as he had no idea where Draco would take him. Would they explore a part of Venice which they haven't seen or perhaps it'll be somewhere historical?

Draco smiled lovingly and kissed Harry quickly before leading him to the front door into the cool air of Venice. And while the boys were out, Narcissa was greeted by Molly Weasley from the Floo. The two got along very well and ended up sharing a lot of recipes. They decided to make truffles, fairy bread, sausage rolls, and red and yellow cupcakes for Gryffindor with little white owls on them. When they finished, which only took a few hours, they gave the treats to the house-elves and told them to give them back by tomorrow evening. With a hug and a reply of "Goodbye," and "See you tomorrow," Molly left by the Floo with a smile.

*****

Draco woke up first thing in the morning at 6, made sure his boyfriend was still peacefully asleep and crept down to the kitchens. He was surprised to find his mother baking breakfast already.

"Mother why are you up so early?" he asked sleepily. How could anybody be up this early? Even Hedwig was still asleep on his desk. He was a little happy the white snowy owl stayed for Harry's birthday, even if he preferred to have his Gryffindor Golden Boy all to himself.

"Breakfast in bed for Harry, of course," Narcissa said with a tired smile, giving Draco a large plate filled with four large pancakes with Syrup on top. "Tell Harry there are strawberries in the pancakes."

"I would have made Harry breakfast myself, but thank you," Draco said appreciatively. He grabbed two silver forks and knives from the bench top. The smell was so delicious, so sweet and probably tasty. Hopefully tasty. He trusts his mother's cooking.

"Go on, my Dragon," Narcissa said with a knowing smile. Obviously, her little Dragon wanted Harry all to himself, even if there was a party planned for this morning at around 10. "Take the pancakes up to Harry before he wakes."

Draco nodded, popped the forks and knives on the plate with pancakes and headed back up to his room to find a sleeping Harry Potter in his bed. Adorable. How utterly beautiful. He crept silently over to his bed, placed the pancakes on the bedside table closer to him and hopped into bed. He was waiting until his boyfriend woke up and when Harry's breathtakingly green eyes started fluttering open minutes later, Draco kissed him good morning.

Harry smiled sleepily into the kiss and pulled Draco closer to him. He inhaled deeply and smelt what was close to morning breath. He almost couched but it was kind of funny. "Eugh! Morning breath."

Draco laughed and grabbed the plate of pancakes and placed it in between himself and Harry. "Happy Birthday, Harry James Potter," he said sweetly, kissed the Gryffindor's cheek and gave him a quick tight hug. He gave Harry the other fork and knife as he leaned away from the hug.

Harry stared at the breakfast with a smile as he has never gotten breakfast in bed before. This was purely the best birthday he has ever had before. "I love this, Draco. Thank you so much," he said as he leaned in and kissed the Slytherin again even if he had morning breath. He didn't mind the breath though. He loved it, in an odd way.

"You're most welcome, my darling," Draco said whilst smiling lovingly at his sleepy boyfriend. "But honestly, I did not make this. My mother did. I wanted to though, but mother was already down in the kitchens this morning."

"I'm glad you were truthful, Draco," Harry said while propping himself up on an elbow to properly see his breakfast. Pancakes. Delicious. He looked back up at the blonde, "I love you so much, Draco."

"I love you too, Harry," Draco said as he ended the space between them in a soft slow kiss. When they leaned out, they smiled at each other as they became lost in each other's eyes. They sat up and started eating the pancakes. Harry cut up a small piece of pancake, made sure there was lots of syrup on it and booped Draco on the nose with it then ate it. He laughed when syrup got stuck on Draco's nose and laughed even more when Draco tried licking it off with his tongue.

Harry leaned over with a smile and licked the syrup off Draco's nose which made the Slytherin chuckle. As they finished the last pancake, Harry teased Draco with the last piece he cut up by rubbing it against Draco's lower lip. Draco felt like biting down on the fork when Harry was not looking but felt himself dribble because of the delicious smell and delicious boy in front of him. Harry grabbed Draco's chin and pulled him down into a kiss, licking the inside of Draco's mouth and tasting the drool.

Draco moaned from the kiss but also because the plate was still sticky with syrup and stuck to his stomach. He pulled out of the kiss and looked down at his stomach with sticky syrup on it. "Mm. Just great," he said sarcastically with a small smile.

"Oh, but it's great for me," Harry said smoothly and pushed Draco back down on the bed. He started licking Draco's stomach before the Slytherin could reply back. He was getting the taste of syrup and Draco in his mouth. This was the best birthday ever, thought Harry as he licked off the delicious syrup from this delicious boy underneath him.

Draco relaxed as he felt Harry lick his stomach. But Harry's tongue was very ticklish and he tried to hold in his laughter. "Shouldn't I be doing this to you?" he asked with a smirk and reached his hands over to caress Harry's dark hair. This position just reminds him of when Harry's giving him a blowjob, which just crossed his mind and the thought of that particular incredible experience made his cock pulse in need.

"No, I'm getting the shag and blow job tonight," Harry said with a smile as he was licking Draco's flat stomach free from the syrup. He could do this all day and know that this is his best birthday ever. "Don't you remember?"

"Fair enough, baby." But then Draco started giggling as Harry's tongue neared his belly button. It tickled so much! Who knew the skin around his belly button was so sensitive and ticklish?

Harry looked up at Draco as he was not used to hearing that word come out of the Slytherin's mouth. Usually he would call Draco that pet name, but it rarely happens. "That's a new one I've never heard come from your beautiful mouth."

Draco shrugged lazily but he looked flattered at the compliment aimed at his mouth. He wanted to give Harry a kiss to thank him for the compliment, but Harry was just too far to reach. "I heard it from the guy who looked like..." He trailed off as he didn't want to say the Hufflepuffs name in front of Harry. "-In one of those streets in Venice holding the other guy's hand."

"Draco, you can say Cedric's name," Harry said softly. "I don't mind it at all." He still may blame himself for Cedric's death but he can manage to hear his name. Then he continued to lick Draco's stomach even if he did lick up all the syrup already. Draco was just very tasty to his taste buds.

"Are you sure, Harry?" Draco asked with worry, and his brows furrowed as he knows how emotionally exhausted and down Harry can get. "I don't want you feeling any worse than you are or were..."

Harry smiled and leaned up to kiss Draco with sticky syrup lips, and the Slytherin clung onto the kiss to kiss away the syrup. "I'm sure and I love you so much." He just had to remind Draco about his love for him and how he is fine with the mention of Cedric's name.

Draco kissed him when Harry was slowly leaning in for a kiss but then he shot his eyes wide open at the next surprise that was waiting for Harry. "I love you two," he said as he hopped off the bed and wandered to the front of the bed. "Now, get dressed and come. I have a surprise for you."

Harry sighed happily from what his birthday had already become and hopped out of bed. He wondered what this apparent surprise was that Draco was going to give him. "Oh, alright," he said, and after Draco gives him a kiss to the cheek and wanders over to his walk-in wardrobe, Harry then goes through his trunk and searches for some clothes to wear. After dressing and meeting Draco in the bathroom to brush his teeth, he then says when exiting the bathroom together, "Lead the way my Slytherin Ice Prince."

Draco intertwined their hands together and led Harry to the Lounge room with an excited smile on his face which he tries to hide.

"SURPRISE!"

Harry jumped in surprise as everyone he loves and cares about are in the same room with him. He cupped his hand over his mouth and chuckled, looked up into Draco's eyes and gave him a kiss to the cheek with a silent, "Thank you so much, and I love you." He then walked up to Hermione and Ron and gave them a big hug. He hasn't seen them since school. "I've missed you guys so much."

Ron snorted at that obvious lie. Even he could lie to his brothers and get away with it. "No, you haven't. You've got an "amazing" boyfriend that makes you forget we even exist."

Draco eyed Ron's fingers that made quotation marks at the word 'amazing'. But he had to agree with the Weasel with one thing. He had made Harry almost forget about everyone else since being alone with him. Apart from his mother, of course.

Hermione slapped Ron's hand admonitory when hugging Harry. How dare Ron be sarcastic at this time! Then she calmed her facial features, leaned away from the hug to say, "Harry Birthday, Harry! But it is true, your boyfriend did plan this all."

"I had a feeling he did, and I love him so very much for it," Harry replied truthfully with tears of joy in his eyes and he went to stand back beside Draco. How could he have such an amazing boyfriend? he keeps asking himself. Draco's like the sun, he brings hope and brightness into Harry's life even if he's in his most darkest of moments.

Ron and Hermione smiled at Draco and both mouthed, "Thank you" to him. Draco nodded at the two Gryffindor's and smiled back.

Harry had been given hugs from Mrs Weasley, Fred and George, and Ginny. Charlie and Bill couldn't make it, unfortunately. He opened his presents excitingly, not knowing what he would get. But of course, Harry got a book from Hermione. Ron got Harry some chocolate frogs as he knew Harry wouldn't have had any for ages. Fred and George gave Harry a small box of fireworks which they gave to him in secret so Mrs Weasley wouldn't take it off them. Mrs Weasley gave Harry a box of home-made fudge. From Charlie, though he wasn't there, gifted Harry a black leather vest with little red dragons on it and Draco just wanted Harry to take off his shirt and try it on but Harry said he'll do that when they're alone, and lastly, Ginny gave Harry a broomstick kit.

Although, Harry knew Draco hadn't given him his own presents, even though they were still in his trunk in Draco's room. He smiled and thought Draco would give them to him when everyone left after the party. But Draco came up behind him while everyone gathered around the kitchen bench where the food was and gave Harry a small black present while kissing his cheek.

"This is from my father, Harry," Draco said with a smile. He was wondering what his own father gave Harry. "I was surprised when he gave me this to give to you. He never gives anyone presents besides me and my mother."

Harry felt truly special today. This would be the most memorable birthday he's ever had and it's not just because Mr Malfoy gave him a present. "Let's see what it is," He said and opened the present to reveal a silver crest with black winged horses with a giant M in the middle.

"Merlin's Beard!" Draco said in amazement and his eyes widened. "That's the Malfoy Family crest!" He remembered reading something in the book from his father about having the crest for good luck.

"Why'd he give me the crest then?" Harry asked curiously while studying the elegant crest. Harry knew that this was a very thoughtful gift from Mr Malfoy, and possibly very expensive. Merlin. Where will he even keep it?

"I have a feeling it's for good luck." Draco smiled at how nice his father could be. Could somehow be, he corrected himself. It was nice to know his own father does care about his relationship with Harry. But he knows one thing about the crest. "It's not just a crest though." He picked up the crest and held it in the palm of his hand. "It's like my ring. You can wear it as a ring, a necklace, earrings, anything you want."

"That's incredible!" Harry said, astonished at what this little crest could do and be. But would he risk putting the crest on, forgetting about it and somehow losing it? No, not really. He doesn't want to lose such an expensive gift but since it's his birthday he will wear it. "How does it work?"

"Well, you hold it and think about what you want it to become," Draco explained it in the simplest way he could. "Like so." He closed his eyes, placed his other hand over the one holding the crest and thought about a way of putting the crest onto Harry. Then he opened his eyes and opened the palm of his hand to reveal the crest but attached to it was a long black wax chord. "Turn around, Harry."

Harry's eyes widened a little at the necklace that appeared in Draco's hand, and he smiled as he turned around. The only thing he could see was Draco's hands holding the necklace, and then the necklace as the cool metal of the crest press against the lower clavicle bone on his chest. Once he heard Draco clip the necklace together, he looked down at his chest and poked at the crest.

Draco places his arms around Harry's flat stomach from behind and gave him a loud kiss to the cheek. "It's not the only present you're going to get from a Malfoy, Harry," he reminded him.

"Oh, really?" Harry asked with a smile, turning around so he could face his boyfriend. He still hasn't been given a present from Narcissa yet. Maybe that will be later? "What else am I going to get beside the thing tonight? And this crest, I should add."

"After everyone leaves, mother and I will give you our presents," Draco said while nudging his nose in Harry's neck and pressing kisses in all the spaces on Harry's neck that he could reach. "It's a Malfoy tradition. Friends and cousins give presents first, then after they leave, the parents, sons and daughters give them their presents."

"Thank you, Draco, for this wonderful birthday," Harry said and sighed at the little kisses to his neck he was receiving from Draco. "I love you so much." Draco leaned away from Harry's neck with a smile and closed the gap between them in a short but sweet kiss filled with passion.

By the time lunch came around, everyone left bearing hugs to Harry wishing him the best birthday. Harry watched them all leave with a smile on his face, turned to Draco and jumped on top of him on the couch, making the red cupcake Draco was eating smash into his nose.

"Harry!" Draco whined; his nose covered with frosting. It was bloody uncomfortable and not to mention cold! Oh, he will get Harry back someday or very soon.

Harry laughed at the Slytherin. "You are utterly welcome, dear," he said with a cheeky grin and licked the frosting off Draco's nose. He made sure to suck a little on the tip of Draco's nose just to hopefully make the Slytherin feel something down below.

Draco kissed the grin off Harry's face, making sure to wipe the frosting from his cupcake all over Harry's cheek. The Gryffindor grunted a little and leaned back, smirking down at Draco. "Mother and I still need to give you our presents," he said after ending the kiss and wiping as much frosting as he could on Harry's cheek.

"Can't wait," Harry said with a smile while he wiped the frosting off his own cheek and licked it off his hand. Mmmmm. Raspberry. When has he last had a cupcake? He doesn't remember. Someone back in primary school in year 4 had a birthday and their mother brought the entire class cupcakes. He was lucky enough to even get a cupcake at the time even if it was decorated to be a unicorn.

Draco pulled Harry over to the stack of presents by the kitchen table. Harry saw the ones from inside his trunk already out, he didn't know when Draco had gone back up to the room but knew it was probably when he was with Ron and Hermione saying goodbye to them.

"Go on, Harry," Narcissa said with a smile, leaning her elbows on the kitchen island. "Open them."

Harry rushed over to his presents and admired the wrapping paper. He grabbed the red one he knew was from Draco and read the letter on the front out loud. "Hey, Birthday love, I think of you. On days both dark and sunny. You bring me joy in every thought, my precious, loving honey! So be my love for all our lives, and I'll be your love, too; Each birthday is just another chance. To say, I just love you." Harry looked up at Draco with tears in his eyes, remembering the love poem he made for Draco for his birthday. When Draco smiled back, Harry opened the present to find a whole bunch of black and grey socks. Harry laughed and thanked Draco with a kiss as he really did need socks, a lot of them as Dudley's feet are gigantic.

Harry grabbed red and yellow present he's never seen before and knew it had to be from Narcissa. He opened it to find a book titled 'Best Quidditch moves and manoeuvres in the world'. "Thanks, Narcissa!" He said excitingly, wanting to just run to the couch and read it already.

"You're welcome, dear," Narcissa said, smiling at the expression Harry's giving her and that her present really was a good option.

Harry opened the green, silver and gold gifts to find some new clothes, boxers, shoes, and even some accessories. Well, a guy couldn't have enough clothes and accessories, can he?

"You needed more clothes, so I got you some," Draco whispered into his ear and thanked Merlin that Harry had enough that would probably fit in a quarter of his own closet. He will get Harry more clothes though. It's one of his main goals.

Harry smiled and gave hugs to both Narcissa and Draco, though his hugs for Draco lasted a little longer. Narcissa even gave Harry a kiss to the forehead, and it made Harry flush a little since kisses like that make him feel like Narcissa is already his mother but to him, she really is a loving mother. He doesn't even think marrying Draco can make him feel even more apart of this incredible family.

Draco sighed out of boredom. He was wanting to spend the rest of the night with his Harry. Narcissa rolled her eyes at her son. She knew what he wants, so she ruffled Harry's hair and told him to go and have fun.

"Thank you so much, mother!" Draco said with a wide grin to his face as he stole Harry back again and ran out of the kitchen with him. Now it was time for Harry's birthday fun and he couldn't wait!

"Silencing charms, remember!" Narcissa yelled as her son and Harry disappeared out of the kitchen and down the hallway.

Harry and Draco laughed as they heard what Narcissa said. Draco pushed Harry up against the wall and kissed him hard, pushing his leg up between Harry's thighs. Harry moaned in the kiss and moved his hands up and around Draco's neck to pull him closer. Draco teased Harry by swiping his tongue over Harry's bottom lip and pulled out. Harry groaned and tried to kiss Draco again, but Draco pulled Harry up to his room.

As they entered the bedroom Draco shut the door behind them and pushed Harry up against the door, his elbow on Harry's chest as he wanted dominance. Harry panted as he wanted more and tried to grab onto Draco's shirt to pull him into a kiss, but Draco fought back and wedged himself up against Harry. He smirked and brushed his lips gently over Harry's in a teasing way.

"Draco!" Harry whined silently, not wanting Narcissa to hear him and Draco in their love-making. "You know what I want."

Draco kept the smirk on his lips, "I know exactly what you want and so, I shall give it to you." He lowered himself, sat on his knees and stared right up at Harry. He pulled off Harry's belt and chucked it to the side, not caring where it went. He moved his hands up Harry's legs and around his waist until his hands were on the zipper of Harry's jeans. He started rubbing his hand up and down the zipper, loving how Harry leaned his head on the door and started sighing in pleasure.

Draco kissed up and down the zipper of Harry's jeans, just teasing Harry more and more. Finally, he unzipped the zipper and pulled down Harry's pants to show Harry's dark green boxers that had a little wet patch where Harry's bulge ended. He rubbed at Harry's erection slowly in his boxers, feeling how hard Harry was and thinking about tonguing at that wet patch. He licked his lips, knowing what he wanted but he teased himself and Harry by rubbing Harry a little faster.

When Harry moaned, Draco pulled down Harry's boxers to reveal Harry's prick. He knew Harry's cock had grown a few inches since he last saw it when they were at school, and his groin has developed a few more little black curls which Draco thought were adorable. He licked his lips, grabbed hold of the base of Harry's dick and licked off the precome on the head. He looked up at Harry while still licking the head, and Harry stared back down at him with a crooked smile and a moan.

Harry's prick is gorgeous. Thick and short and heavy in Draco's hand as he lifts it out. Harry's balls are dark and full, their light fur scratchy against Draco's tongue. Harry gasps as Draco sucks one into his mouth, his fingers digging into the Gryffindor's hips.

Draco licks up the underside of Harry's prick, pushing the Gryffindor's foreskin back with his tongue as he takes the swollen head into his mouth. Harry's glasses have slipped to the edge of his nose; light glints off the lenses as he watches Draco, breathless, his mouth half-open. "Draco," he says, and his fingers curl on the wall behind him.

Draco sucks Harry slowly, sliding down his cock until it hits the back of his throat. Draco nearly gags – it's been too long since he's done this with Harry – then he catches himself, drawing back and breathing out as he swallows around Harry's prick. Harry's hips jerk, nearly knocking Draco off balance and he grabs them and holds him still. His breath is ragged and raw in the silence of the bedroom. Draco inhales again, pressing his nose against the dark curls covering Harry's groin and the curls starting to come through that are trailing up his belly. Harry's thick, musky scent fills Draco's nostrils and he feels himself leak in his boxers for the attention of Harry's mouth on it and soaking it with saliva.

Harry gripped Draco's hair tighter, helping him deep throat faster. Draco closed his eyes and moaned, loving how needy Harry could get so he gave him what he deserved. Draco winked up at Harry as he sucked Harry harder, Harry blushed and leaned his head back on the door, hitting his head hard.

Draco chuckled as he unlatched his mouth from Harry's prick, "You okay?"

"Yeah. Keep going, it feels amazing."

Draco smirked, knowing how close Harry was to come. "Of course, it does my darling. You're so good for me." He took Harry in again, sliding his mouth all the way.

"Draco." Harry's breath comes in ragged gasps, and it hitches when Draco sucks him deeper into his mouth, pressing Harry's prick against Draco's upper palate as he slides his tongue along the underside. Harry's hips rock forward, he's trembling. "Merlin--"

Draco tightens his mouth around Harry's prick, twisting so the Gryffindor's cock fucks his cheek with each shallow thrust of his hips.

Harry comes hard, filling Draco's mouth with sour spunk that Draco swallows eagerly. Harry lurches forward and Draco catches his hips. Draco licks the last bits of come from Harry's cock before he pulls away.

"Merlin," Harry says fervently. He takes the Slytherin's hand and tugs him closer, leaning in to kiss him. His tongue slides against the blonde's, and Draco knows that Harry can taste himself on him still. Draco shivers, then pulls away.

"Bed?" Harry whispered, eagerly.

"Definitely," was all Draco could say as he needed this. Want this. Want Harry.

"God, I want you." Harry's hands are under the Slytherin's shirt. Harry's mouth is on Draco's neck, his teeth dragging over the sensitive skin. The Slytherin moans and clutches at Harry's hair, thick handfuls of it.

Harry smoothed one hand up Draco's chest. He shifts his hips, pressing down against Draco's cock, and he hisses and spreads his thighs wider. Harry settles between them

Harry's fingers are working at the buttons of Draco's shirt until he pushes it aside, and when his thumbnail scrapes across the Slytherin's nipple, he moans and grabs his hips, arching up against him. Draco's hands slip beneath the untucked tail of Harry's shirt, pushing it and the t-shirt beneath it up enough for Draco to feel the skin of Harry's back, soft and warm beneath his palms.

They kiss desperately, all tongues and teeth, and then Harry pulls back, rising up onto his knees over Draco as he jerks at his shirt. Draco grabs at the dark cotton, eager to feel him against him again. Three buttons fly off; Harry swears and pulls it and the t-shirt over his head.

In the faint lamplight, Harry's skin gleams golden. His nipples are brown and hard and when Draco touches them, he gasps. Draco sits up, his legs still spread on either side of Harry's knees, and he licks one nipple. It's salty-sweet against his tongue, the skin rough and pebbled. He can feel the steady thud of Harry's heart beneath his cheek and he licks again, this time sucking his nipple into his mouth. Harry's hands tangle in Draco's hair, holding the Slytherin pressed against him. Draco bites him gently. Harry groans.

"Draco," Harry says, his eyes half-closed, his head thrown back. Draco's hands slide down his chest.

Draco pushes his jeans down, kicking them off. The air is cool against his aching prick, and when he leans back on Harry, straddling his waist, his balls drag across the Gryffindor's flushed skin.

Harry pushes Draco off with a grin but leads him to the bed. As they both were naked, Draco crawled over to the pillows and laid down. Harry smirked and crawled over to Draco. He sat on top of Draco's waist and leaned down for a kiss.

"You taste funny," Harry whispered, brushing his lips over Draco's while caressing the Slytherin's soft and slick hair. God, he wanted in already.

"What do you expect, Harry?" Draco asked with a smirk. He didn't understand why Harry was telling him this. "I just sucked you off. Oh, and if you're wondering... you taste absolutely wonderful, Harry James Potter." He loved how their conversations in bed can become so sexual and Harry agreed with him as he snorted. "Much better than Pancakes, cupcakes and brownies."

Harry let out a throaty "mmmm". "Am I now?" he asked in a low voice.

Draco nodded and licked his lips, the taste of Harry was still in his mouth. "I love you... Potter"

"Love you too," Harry replied and leaned down to Draco's neck to start kissing the sweet spot he knows of. When he heard Draco's sharp intake of breath he sucked down on the spot, tasting the Slytherin's salty skin. He trailed kisses down Draco's chest, to his stomach and to his prick. He licked off the precome on Draco's dick while staring at him with needy eyes. He bit his lip, tasting Draco and loving him as he pulled Draco's legs up, so he has access to his ass.

Draco just waits silently, looking up at the roof of the bed. And then a slippery wet finger is tracing along the crack of his arse and skating over his hole. "Merlin," he stutters. He thinks he might have forgotten how to breathe. Harry keeps pushing gently but firmly inside the blonde while he tongues the head of Draco's erection. Draco gripped the bed sheets and bit his lip, staring into his boyfriend's emerald green eyes with love and passion. "You f-feel so good, Harry," he stuttered again.

"Nnngh," Harry says, as he slips his finger inside.

"Shut up, kiss and shag me."

That, Harry, could do. He pushes in further and Draco clenches around his finger. He thinks he can feel the knuckle to Harry's hand.

Harry leaned down and capturing him in a kiss. But the kiss wasn't really a kiss, it was more like sucking and biting on each other's lips, but they enjoyed it.

"Oh, hell," Harry says as he leaned back. He sounds wrecked. He pushes in further, surely that's as far as his finger can go, and then he takes Draco into his mouth. Ahh. So... so perfect. Sparks, all along Draco's spine. Waves of heat, waves of pleasure. Those green eyes, watching him, lapping the whole thing up... Draco loses control and thrust between his lips and he just grunts and drags his finger out and then, oh god, all the way back in, and Draco's starting to shake with it.

Harry pulls off again, pressing ardent kisses everywhere. Draco's balls. His stomach. The base of his cock, oh, god, the head, the shaft...

"Draco..."

"Uhhh." Draco can't really speak properly. "Yes."

A second finger tries to join the first, and it's slick as well. Then Harry sucks him again and Draco felt like he was floating, only floating and rocking into Harry's mouth, and so full, so full, so good. Harry opens Draco up, so sweetly, using just his mouth and his fingers and a relentless tenderness. He then leans forward and grabs a pillow to prop Draco up.

Harry lays Draco out on the bed, while Draco holds his legs out, and then Harry pushes inside him so carefully, patiently, his cock inching into the Slytherin, teasingly deliberate, till Draco's greedy for more and tells him so.

And then Harry holds Draco's wrists and presses them into the mattress high above his head, and oh, god, the weight of the Gryffindor's body on his is like a drug. Draco struggles, purely for the thrill of feeling the Gryffindor's strength pitted against his own, and Harry grips Draco's wrists harder, and slams into him, fierce and sure and flawless, and it's just what Draco needs.

Harry licked Draco's mouth, asking for entrance even if he wasn't kissing him. As Draco opened his mouth, he saw Harry lean back down and stick his tongue in his mouth, even if his eyes were fluttering closed and rolling to the back of his head because of the pleasure.

It only takes a dozen strokes before a great rolling surge of heat rises up from Draco's thighs, nearly overwhelming him. He cries out, but Harry doesn't falter, and then Draco's coming in long, desperate spurts between their bodies.

"Draco. My god, Draco." Harry looks as if he's holding back, then, and clenches his jaw, eyes riveted on Draco's face as he fucks slowly into the Slytherin, slow but so, so deep, once, twice, only three times more before he comes with a great shuddering groan inside him.

Draco panted and gripped the bed sheets hard. He wrapped his legs around Harry and pushed him forward, moaning as Harry went even deeper inside him and collapsed on top of him. "M-Merlin, yes!" He didn't care if his mother heard him as he felt blissful from the shagging.

Harry grunted as he hit Draco's insides hard. He hoped the Slytherin wasn't hurt. "Are you okay?"

Draco nodded and stared into Harry's eyes with love. "More than anything," he whispered, feeling Harry deep inside him. Harry was about to pull out, but Draco grabbed his wrist, "No, stay in. I love it so much."

Harry laughed softly. Jesus fucking Christ, he could have another round of sex with Draco again just by hearing those words escape from his mouth. "Alright, but I'll have to lean on you to kiss you."

"It's worth it, Harry," Draco whispered. "Having you deep inside me is worth everything."

Harry laughed at the sexual compliments and kissed Draco, feeling himself deep inside of him still. My gosh, this was a beautiful day. What better day is to be inside the most beautiful person in the world. "I wonder how your mother will react in the morning after hearing you moan like that."

Draco smiled and thought the same. "Oh, she'll probably tell us off and say we should use silencing charms again," he said with a lazy shrug, not caring for that right now. "But, technically, we're not allowed to use magic outside of school if I remember the rules well."

"Yeah," Harry said, sighing. Draco was staring into Harry's eyes and smiling. "I wonder if the wards surrounding this Manor strong enough to ward out noise?" He asked with a smirk and a wink at Draco. But he knows that if there are wards around this Venetian house, it wouldn't be blocking out noise otherwise Narcissa wouldn't be hearing him and Draco during their love-making.

Draco bit his lip and moved his hips up a bit. He gasped as Harry's prick tickled his insides and rubbed up against his prostate. Would it be bad if he wanted another round of sex with Harry? "I wouldn't care. I love our loud shagging sessions."

Harry chuckled and leaned down for another long kiss, but as he moved a bit Draco grunted so he pulled out of the kiss. "You sure you don't want me to-" Draco moved his arms around Harry's neck, pulled him down and kissed him hard. Harry moaned at the feel of Draco's channel squeezing over his cock, and he nibbled on Draco's lip as he slowly thrusts only half of his cock in and out of the blonde's entrance. "Gees, Draco. You're so darn hot and sexy," He said, loving how Draco pants and moans as he kisses his bare skin.

Draco whispered in a smooth tone, "Well, you're my sexy man-beast and I give you permission to go as hard and fast as you want." He was biting down gently onto Harry's shoulder when feeling the Gryffindor slowly thrust into him, and he hoped this was a sign that Harry was going to give him another round of heaven.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, are you asking to go for round two?" Harry asked and secretly Draco was chanting yes, yes, please! Merlin. Harry would LOVE a round two but he just felt too exhausted to go again.

Draco bit his lip again and kissed Harry's chin. "Only if you want to." But oh Salazar, he want! He just wants Harry's semen to fill his arse up with enough semen to impregnate him, which he knows is highly impossible on the impregnated part, but he wants Harry's come filling him up.

"I think we should leave it to rest for a night, don't you think?" Harry asked, but was pulled down into another deep, hot kiss from Draco. "I guess that's a no then?" He chuckled and ran his hands through Draco's soft messy hair. It was messy from all the shagging though.

"Obviously," Draco said with a monotone voice, trying to mimic his Potion's Professor as he winked at Harry. This is what he calls the most perfect life. One of those reasons is having Harry's cock deep inside his arse. The first reason is just having Harry as his lover, his soulmate, his boyfriend.

"Oh, Merlin no!" Harry said in horror but also amusement, and he pushed as far as his cock could go inside Draco until it was just his balls touching the Slytherin's arse. He just couldn't believe how good Draco was at mimicking his Potion's professor. It was just so horrifying but also kind of amusing.

"Come on, Potter, thrust," Draco whispered, his eyes glaring into Harry's like he was looking right through the soul. He just wants pleasure again, and to feel incredible like always when Harry's having sex with him.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Harry asked while he attached his lips to Draco's warm cheek and began kissing his cheek up and down. He just wanted to make sure Draco wasn't in pain or anything. He knows what it's like having a cock up his arse, but Draco's was longer.

"Merlin, yes!" Draco replied eagerly. He just wanted it. He wanted Harry to make love to him again, and to give him pleasure. "What more do I have to say?"

Harry smiled and shook his head, but he understands Draco's need for more sex. He gets it. He feels the same way too some times. But he feels so tired right now like that one round took away all his energy and gave it to Draco. "One round's enough, Draco. I'm bloody exhausted."

"Mm, fine," Draco said tiredly while slowly closing his eyes eyes. He moved his arse in a circle and sighed at the feel of Harry rubbing at all the incredible places inside of him. "Love you."

Harry leaned down and kissed Draco's salty-tasting neck all over. "I love you too," he then said and circled his hips, making the Slytherin moan and wrap his legs around Harry's waist. Just by still being deep inside the Slytherin's arse and moving slightly with little thrusts is making him harden yet again. "Can I pull out now? I want to hug and cuddle up to you."

Draco opened his eyes, smirked, and got an idea, "Sit down on your bottom then, but take me with you."

Harry rose an eyebrow but did what he was told. Draco pushed himself up from the mattress with his elbows and snaked his arms around Harry's neck. Harry embraced Draco tightly in a hug and leaned back to sit on his butt.

Draco felt Harry's dick slide up all the way again and he let out a tiny moan. He bit his lip from the pleasure of sitting on Harry's prick and pecked him hard on the lips. Harry moved his fingers up and down Draco's sides, loving how he and Draco explore different ways during sex.

Draco started slowly bouncing himself up and down on Harry, feeling Harry's dick slide slightly out of him and back in again, hitting him in those right spots and deep inside him. He bit down on Harry's lip hard instead of his own and whispered, "You're so good for me."

"You're so good for me too," Harry replied in a whisper. God, Draco could turn him on all the time. It was like Draco had given him energy for a second round. Maybe it was the words he has used? "You're so sexy."

That only caused Draco to bite down on Harry's lip harder. "You're hot and sexy," he whispered, hoping so much that he was teasing Harry with pleasure. He wanted Harry to fill him with come. No, he needed him to. It might sound dirty to him, but Harry's come is like his life force while just Harry is his life force.

Harry chuckled and moaned, helping Draco out by thrusting deep into him from the sitting position, and his necklace hit his chest for Every thrust up into the Slytherin. Draco leaned his head back and closed his eyes, running a finger down Harry's chest as the Gryffindor blessed him with pleasure. Harry's low grunting was telling Draco that he was close, and so Draco used all the energy he could and fucked himself on Harry while Harry fucked in him.

"Fuck!" Harry managed out, thrusting in and out of Draco with such rough force while the Slytherin moans and rides Harry with the overwhelming waves of pleasure. And in seconds, Harry cried out as he slammed his final thrust up into Draco and came with blazing force into Draco's arse. The Slytherin even felt the pulses of come shooting up inside the walls of his anus and gradually leak out of his forced open anus.

"Have you had enough yet?" Harry asked while he pushed Draco slowly down on the bed and decided to slide out of Draco. He collapsed on the bed next to the Slytherin and covered the both of them with the blankets and duvet of their bed.

Draco sighed happily and snuggled up to Harry, feeling absolutely incredible and sated. "No," he eventually said, and it made Harry laugh and kiss Draco's shoulder. Though, he was definitely really tired from the shagging as he did put all his energy into bouncing up and down on Harry's thick cock. "I'd let you do me all night, Harry. Especially with that thick hunk of delicious meat that makes babies."

Harry snorted at the sexual comment. Thick hunk of delicious meat that makes babies? That's something new he hasn't heard come from Draco's mouth before. But talking about cocks... He would like his own to be a little longer so he can reach deeper depths of Draco's anus. He smiled and placed his arms around Draco tightly. "Are you that needy for my cock up your arse?" Draco laughed, and Harry thought uh oh. Does he know of that particular C word? Has he told Draco about it? He doesn't remember.

"You know, I will never get bored of having sex with you," Draco suddenly said and he brushed a sweaty piece of hair out of Harry's eyes. "You're my boyfriend and I cherish every moment I spend with you, whether it's something romantic or shagging."

Harry just smiled at this information that Draco's feeding the sexual part of him. "I cherish every moment with you too as you complete me," he said in a whisper and continued where he left of when kissing Draco's shoulder up and down and around his neck.

Draco leaned over, his eyes looking from Harry's eyes and to his lips, and he licked his lips. Harry knew what Draco wanted so he kissed him, and his hand came up to cup the Slytherin's neck. Draco kissed back softly and sleepily, sighing in the kiss and slowly began to fall asleep in the embrace of Harry. When Harry knew Draco was gone into the dream world, he gently kissed Draco's sweaty head and fell asleep next to him in a matter of minutes.

*****

It was the morning of Harry's trial and Harry woke up to his wand buzzing underneath him. His eyes shot open at the sound and he was staring into sleepy silver eyes. Harry smiled, loving waking up next to Draco every morning. He leaned over and planted a kiss on Draco's lips, but Draco decided to capture Harry's lips and kiss him hard.

Harry chuckled and pulled out of the kiss as he needed to get ready. He knew he only had around two hours until his trial, which was a long while away, but he wanted to be early. He sat up but looked on the bedside table next to him, the wizard's picture that the man they took for them was there. Harry smiled at the picture of him and Draco kissing and dancing around the fountain, it was much like the picture of his parents dancing.

Harry looked to his side and smiled lovingly at his boyfriend lying on his side on the bed. Draco rose both his eyebrows playfully just like he did back in class in the third year. Harry tried not to snort from the memory and brought Draco's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. He looked down at the ring he gave Draco for his birthday and smiled. It surely was beautiful on Draco and suited his beautiful skin quite well. Harry leaned down for another quick kiss, which Draco accepted happily but pulled Harry down on him.

Harry slowly smiled, pulled himself out of the kiss and hopped off the bed. He grabbed his trunk from under Draco's bed and grabbed one of his new red turtleneck sweaters and jeans from the bottom of his trunk. He undressed in front of Draco, knowing how teasing he can be. He winked at Draco as he caught him staring, and Draco smiled with a blush and winked back playfully. Harry rolled is eyes with his own blush on his face when pulling on his clothes and he headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Draco got out of bed and dressed himself, ready to head to 12 Grimmauld to see the Weasley's. He was not really fond of meeting a whole bunch of redheads again, but he did not mind. As long as he impressed them enough to know that he loved Harry so much, that is all that mattered. He knew Mrs and Mr Weasley was like parents to Harry and he cherished that, at least Harry had parents even if they were not blood related. When the bathroom door opened and Harry came out, Draco's nostrils scented fresh pine right away and he would have melted. Instead, he walked up to Harry, wrapped his arms around him in a tight embrace and kissed him. Harry melted into the kiss and held onto Draco's shoulders with both hands.

Narcissa peeked her head into her son's room and smiled sweetly when seeing her son and his boyfriend snogging. She cleared her throat to ask, "Are you two ready to go? I'm planning on spending the few hours in Paris while you two are away. I have some shopping to catch up on."

Harry broke out of the kiss, stared into Draco's eyes for a minute before looking over at Narcissa and nodding. "I'm ready," he said bravely, but he knew he needed something to calm his nerves. Something he has relied on before. Narcissa then nodded and disappeared from the doorway. "Willing to go see the Weasley's again, Draco?" Harry asked while bringing his hands up to Draco's soft hair and ruffled it out of its neat state.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Draco said, letting Harry mess his hair up as it felt like a massage to his head. He can just fix it again anyway with his comb. "But let me fix something real quick." He gave Harry a quick peck and headed to the bathroom to fix his hair, and while doing so, Harry went back to his trunk to receive his lighter and the last cigarette he had. He still doesn't know where the rest of his stash of cigarettes are. He swore there was like five more.

Just as Harry was pocketing his cigarettes, Draco walked in and stopped when seeing the familiar rectangular box in his hands. He frowned and walked up to Harry, his eyes looking into green orbs. He left one cigarette to test Harry out, and he did so well in stopping smoking... before now. "Is smoking really necessary?" he asked with a hint of disappointment, really thinking that Harry knew better than to smoke. "You and I both know how dangerous smoking is."

"It's to help me with my nerves, Draco," Harry said with a shrug and quickly hid the cigarette box in his jeans. "I've not exactly been in this kind of trouble. A trouble that involves me in a trial begging for my will to be a wizard to be free. And I promise this will be my last smoke. No more after this."

"Alright," Draco said and he put his arms around Harry's back. He would prefer Harry not to smoke at all but since Harry promised him this would be his last then he will accept that. Harry smiled and leaned in for a quick kiss. He trailed his hands down and around his own back to remove Draco's hands from his back and brought them down in front of them. He intertwined their hands together, and when they broke out of the kiss, they headed down to the lounge room to the Floo.

When they walked into the lounge room of 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry took out his last cigarette, lit it with the lighter and took his first puff. He immediately felt a little better as he breathed out the smoke from his lungs. He smiled, linked arms with the Slytherin and gave Draco's cheek a smokey kiss. The Slytherin rolled his eyes but smiled, and as he was about to lean in for a kiss, Ron and Hermione came into the lounge room.

Not knowing what cigarettes are, Ron just went up to the two and gave Harry a hug. "Mate, how are you doing?" he just had to ask his best mate as he hasn't seen him for a week on Harry's birthday. He couched when he got a whiff of what was coming out of Harry's mouth.

"I'm alright," Harry admits with a nod and he takes another puff of smoke. "It's been easier-"

"Harry!" Hermione snapped and went up to him, and tried to grab the cigarette from his grasp. "Don't you know how dangerous cigarettes are?! They can kill you, Harry!" Harry just rolled his eyes, and Hermione couldn't believe him and his actions. "Didn't you learn about smoking in Primary School? I'm sure Harold the Giraffe came to your school and told you about it and many different things we need to know."

Harry smiled a little at the mention of Harold the Giraffe. Ah, the great old days of learning as a child. He remembered the organisation teaching him about drugs, sex, and smoking. Yet, he hasn't listened to Harold at all as he has done all three. He has smoked, taken drugs and by drugs he means sleeping pills. They're the same thing, aren't they? And he's had sex with Draco multiple times. "Hermione, this is my last smoke. I promise."

"Your last smoke?!" Hermione's voice became a little louder. "Don't tell me you've smoked more than once!" Harry just sighed and moved closer to Draco, resting his head on Draco's shoulder. "Harry!

Just then, Sirius, Remus, and Molly Weasley entered the lounge room. Hermione stood back with a frown, not wanting to cause attention. Ron was just seated on the couch and looking at the cigarette in Harry's hand being held up by his index and ring finger. Draco just held Harry's other hand and placed kisses on Harry's forehead.

And then out of nowhere Mrs Weasley gave Draco a warm motherly hug. She didn't see what Harry had in his hand, she wouldn't know what it is. Harry smiled lovingly at Draco as he was being greeted with hugs from Mrs Weasley and Draco smiled back and blew him a kiss. He then looked at his godfather and Remus chatting together, but as Remus looked his way, smiled, but then looked towards where he held his cigarette, that smile turned into a frown and Harry thought, uh oh.

Remus Lupin knew exactly what Harry held and breathed in. A cigarette. He could easily smell it from the kitchen minutes ago but thought his sense of smell was playing with him. Indeed it was not. He knows all about them as his own father used to smoke it. He was used to seeing his father smoke since he has been doing so before Remus was even born and he couldn't stop his father either.

He knew what it does, and how addicting it could be. Seeing Harry smoking really saddened him. He knows about Harry's depression now because he knows when Sirius is hiding something. He's been best friends with him since forever, and even boyfriends back in Hogwarts. It's just a simple gesture of fidgeting with things or making endless amounts of tea for himself. It was quite cute and it still is.

Remus told Sirius that he'll be back to continue the conversation about the Ministry, and walked over to Harry. He gave him a little smile, though the sight of seeing Harry breathing in that toxic smoke just hurt his insides. But he had to save Harry before he becomes addicted to it. "Harry, you know best not to smoke so give the cigarette to me, please," he said firmly when holding out his hand.

Harry frowned a little, not wanting his only use for feeling better about the trial and not at all nervous to be taken away from him. But he knew not to disagree with adults. "Fine," he said while flicking his pinkie at the tip of the cigarette which let the ash fall off onto the ground. He patted the end of the cigarette to the skin on the back of his hand and he hissed in pain but didn't think anything of the pain. It was just pain, something he is used to feeling. He wiped the ashes from his hand, not seeing the worry etched on Remus' face, and he just gave the older man the cigarette.

"Thank you, Harry," Remus said, but he didn't leave just yet. "Can I have the Cigarette box too? And please, no more smoking. I know you've probably heard it before, but it's really dangerous for you."

Harry sighed and reached into his pocket to give Remus the cigarette box. "I know of it's dangers, but I really don't care," he told him, and because of the familiar warnings about cigarettes and its dangers, he felt a little irritated. "I promised Draco I wouldn't smoke anymore and I'll keep that promise. Now goodbye."

Harry made his way to Draco who had joined Mrs Weasley and Sirius in a conversation. He then felt a little bad for his attitude towards Remus. Then something clicked in him. He grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled him into the hallway, though he heard Remus telling Sirius he needs to speak with him in private. As he and Draco were in the hallway, he leaned against the wall and looked blankly down at the floor. "Draco, when was the last time I drank the Potions?" he asked warily.

"I haven't given you the Potion since that night, Harry," Draco said while moving his hand around Harry's waist to hold him and the other hand lifted Harry's chin to meet his eyes. "I believed you were getting...better."

"Draco," Harry said quietly and frowned. He thought that Draco knew how depression just can't go away in the speed of light. "Depression doesn't go away. You can put a pause on it, but it does come back."

"I know, Harry," Draco said and frowned at Harry's familiar glower. What he wants right now is for Harry to nor be charged for anything and to come back from the Ministry with a smile on his face. "I just thought it had paused and stay paused."

Harry cupped Draco's cheek with his hands and looked deeply into silver orbs. "I love you, so very much but the only way you can help me with my depression is by taking me back to the doctor, or you know the ways you can help me. But that's the thing, I don't want to go back to the doctor."

Draco clucked his tongue and kissed Harry's nose. He was glad Harry told him that instead of keeping it to himself. "I love you too, but if Ivy can still go back during the holidays, so can you."

Harry stared at Draco in disbelief but by the look in the Slytherin's eyes he could tell that he wasn't lying. But Ivy had abilities that she's not allowed to use yet as she's not old enough. Well, not until next year. "She can apparate, we can't."

Draco nodded. He knew that but he was sure the Hospital known as St Mungo's will help Harry with what he goes through. "I know, I know. But we can try St Mungo's. They have an excellent program as I've heard from Pansy."

"No," Harry said flatly, shaking his head. He'd just hate the attention it will bring him. He doesn't want to go to a place where he is well known. He rather it be a muggle appointment. "It will bring to much attention and I'll feel guilty that I left the other Doctor for a new one."

Draco gave a small smile. Merlin, he just loves how sweet Harry can be to people he hardly knows. "I love how you care for everyone you meet, Harry. But the Doctor wouldn't care. He'll understand why you chose to go to another therapist." He was seeing the familiar sadness in those beautiful green eyes he fell in love with the moment he first locked eyes with them back before he went to Hogwarts.

"Thanks, Draco. I'm so glad I have you in my life," Harry said, his voice almost breaking and pulled Draco towards him in a big hug. He feels really special having Draco with him every day.

Draco hugged back with a smile and kissed Harry's temple, making sure Harry knows of his love for him. "I'm grateful that I have you in my life too, Harry Potter, my beautiful boyfriend," he said in a low voice, and as a blush formed on Harry's face, he smiled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "You've changed me in some way too," he adds. "Some way no one else can."

Harry nodded and sighed sadly. Draco has changed him too in some way and has made his life happier than it had been. But then he felt sudden anger well up in him and slightly pushed Draco off him.

Draco frowned at the push, feeling his heart sink into his chest and looked deep into Harry's green eyes. He didn't understand. Did he say something wrong? He doubted it. "Harry? What is it? What did I do?"

"You never Owled me back after the first letter I gave you, that's what happened!" Harry snapped. "I expected a reply from you, because the first one actually gave me hope to keep on living back in the Dursleys household. I'm sorry for snapping and what it appears to be of your blame, but I just needed to hear your voice through your words you wrote on your first Owl and the second one I was hoping to get."

"Harry, I'm sorry but I tried Owling you every day," Draco told him with the regret of not being able to send Harry his second Owl of the week. He could clearly see the anger flash in his boyfriend's eyes. "My owl just comes back with the letter I sent you like the House you live in doesn't exist."

Harry then lamented snapping at Draco. He frowned and turned away from him with guilt expressed on his face. "I'm sorry for snapping," he apologises with serenity. "I was just so angry that I was stuck at the bloody Dursleys listening to the bloody news and trying to find out if the Ministry was doing anything to stop Voldemort."

Draco lay a hand on Harry's shoulder, not sure if he should go in for a hug or not. "It's alright, Harry. I understand what you mean," he tells him gently, running his hand over Harry's shoulder, around the back of his neck and gave him a side hug. He gave Harry's neck multiple kisses to assure the Gryffindor that it was okay, everything was okay, and that he accepted the apology.

Harry sniffed and closed the distance between them in a hug. "I'm sorry, Draco," he said sadly, feeling tears burn in his eyes but he blinked them away from ever falling out of his eyelids.

Draco rubbed soothing circles in Harry's back. "It's okay, Harry." Harry buried his face in the collar of Draco's black shirt, wondering how he could have someone so perfect in his life. Wondering why someone so perfect would have himself in their life.

Ron peeked his head through the doorway and saw Draco and Harry hugging but knew Harry was upset. He walked towards them and gave Harry a sorrowful look, "Harry, mate? Are you okay?"

Harry looked up at Ron with a fake smile and nodded while hugging Draco tightly in his arms. "Yes, Ron, I'm fine," he said in the most happiest tone he could ever make. He doesn't know how well that turned out though. He just hoped the fake smile was enough to fool Ron like always.

Ron shook his head in disbelief, "I know you're not, Harry." Draco then glared at Ron, warning him to come off it and Ron got the warning and nodded. He was about to turn around and leave but Hermione skipped up to them.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione said, smiling as she then she sees the couple in a deep hug. How she misses Pansy's hugs and kisses. She's only allowed over a few times in a week though. She looked at Draco and asked, "May we borrow Harry for a bit, please?"

Draco sighed, not wanting to let Harry go but nodded at the question. "Of course, but only for a short while," he said, and then his smile turned into a grin. "If I find him running down the stairs, if there are any stairs, crying and sobbing his heart out I'll be running off into the sunset with him and will not be bringing him back. Am I clear?"

Ron snorted at how Hufflepuff that sounds. "Crystal clear, Malfoy." What happened to the git he once knew by the name of Draco Malfoy? Well, Malfoy will always be that git to him. It's just how it is, even if they somehow become friends.

"Think it's funny, do you?" Draco asked as he was glaring at the Weasel. Of course, it was only a playful glare and nothing serious. Not like it was back in the first year of Hogwarts. Merlin, it was really hard not to think about Harry then. He was continuously on his mind all the time.

Hermione chuckled. She had better things to do than to hang around and watch these three fight. "Right... anyway..." But then things got momentarily interesting.

Ron smirked, leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "Think my names, funny, do you?" he asked with a scowl while trying to mimic Draco's 11-year-old self. "No need to ask for yours. White-blonde hair, and a brand-new robe. You must be a Malfoy."

Draco laughed and clapped. But oh, it is so on! "Very nice, Weasley," he then said as his applaud was dying down. "Good acting skills. Although, you'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better at acting, Weasel. Don't want to be making the wrong choices in who you compete with. I can help you there though."

Hermione and Harry both burst out into fits of laughter at Ron and Draco. They had no idea why they were acting like this but let them be. At least they were having fun and goofing around.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks," Ron was mimicking Harry's 11-year-old self in the best way that he could remember. He even added the little glare Harry did on that day.

"Heeeey, don't mimic me!" Harry said to Ron with a prolonged 'e'. That was just drawing the line. He was not something to quote every now and then! He may be a damned popular person in the Wizarding World, but he doesn't want to be quoted like how famous people had been.

The four broke down into laughter. It wasn't until Hermione had to usher Harry and Ron out of the hallway and up the stairs that they had to stop.

Draco watched the Golden Trio leave, but he mostly just watched Harry leave. He smirked when watching that ass move in the new pants he got Harry and suddenly excitement in his below regions activated and made his cock pulse for the need to be in that tight round arse. When Harry disappeared out of view, Draco went for a wander around the Noble House of Black and see all the artefacts that he never got to perceive in his lifetime. This is the house his Great Aunt grew up in and his two Uncles. One of them he wasn't able to meet, but at least he got to meet Sirius.

When he heard shouting, he swiftly turned around and headed up the stairs. He had no clue where he was going only that he had to go up. The whole house was a maze to him, he felt like he was going in circles until he crashed into someone. He turned around to face someone familiar. But this man he should thank for taking away Harry's last cigarette. "Professor Lupin?" Draco asked while staring at the wand pointed to his face with a bright Lumos on the end.

"Draco Malfoy, I assume?" Remus said, lowering his wand and unlit the Lumos. Draco nodded slowly. "Your uncle has told me a lot about you. I only wish I could have met you sooner though."

"Thank you, I guess?" Draco said with his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He would have thought Harry told Professor Lupin more about him than Sirius. "Um... so, where did the shouting come from?"

Remus frowned, knowing too well who shouted. Harry's shouting sounded a lot like James' shouts, and he's heard a lot of them. On the Quidditch Pitch, in the Locker Rooms, and even in the common room. Oh, and he cannot forget the times he's shouted Lily's name when wanting to talk to her.

"Oh," Draco said softly, understanding that he has got to get Harry and make sure he is okay. It's his main priority. "Can I see him then? I got kind of...lost in this household. It's just so big on the inside."

"Most certainly," Remus said, smiling at the blond pure-blooded wizard who owns Harry's heart. He doesn't know much of this relationship but he hopes Draco treats Harry right. But if Sirius and Molly trusts him, then he knows he should.

When Draco entered the room which he ignored completely, the first person he laid eyes on was Harry, of course. Harry looked up at the door, his frown twitched into a small smile and he jumped into Draco's arms. Draco steadied himself and hugged back, kissing Harry's cheek. "We'll talk later," Draco said, glaring at Ron and Hermione and the two Gryffindor's nodded, guilt and pity in their eyes though they didn't do anything to hurt Harry in any mental way. They knew better than that.

"Come with me Draco and Harry," Sirius then said, gesturing the boys with a hand to the door out of the bedroom.

Harry nodded while he calmed himself down from the shouting he had inflicted upon Ron and Hermione. They kept 12 Grimmauld Place a secret from him because of Dumbledore's orders. Bloody Hell! But right now he was just glad he was with Draco. The blonde was a beautiful soul who can calm him easily with either kisses or hugs.

The only thing he held in the front of his mind was Hermione telling him of ways she can help him with his depression and that's by going on jogs. He considered it for a moment and agreed after minutes of thinking about it. Jogging sounded alright to him. Just another way of exercising. At least he won't be alone in the jogging as he will drag her along with him as it was her idea.

Draco didn't even see Sirius in the room as his attention was focused on nobody except Harry. He didn't even notice they were in a bedroom either. He walked beside Harry and followed Sirius up into a small room which he knew was the Black family tree by the ancestor tree covering the green walls.

Sirius turned around swiftly on his feet to face the two boys. "Here is the Black Family tree," he said, pointing to the tree and the ancestors of his own. "And here, you can see you, Draco. Meet all of your ancestors."

Draco crouched down to inspect the tree, running his finger down his mother's line, to his father and to himself. "And so, if Harry and I somehow have kids, if that ever happens and if that can happen, Harry and the children will magically pop up on this tree?" he asks his uncle, smirking at how wonderful that sounds to create children with Harry that's made of both him and Harry. But the only thing concerning him are his hips. If he were to carry a child of his and Harry's own, how will it fit inside of his lithe body and come out?

Sirius laughed and nodded, "Yes, that very much explains it all." He looks up at his mother's leaf on the tree and sighs. "I do believe there are Potions out there that can...you know...make a man fall pregnant. But, like I said, they're very rare."

Harry smiled delightfully at the thought of somehow managing to have kids with Draco. He does admit, it does sound very nice even if he has to carry the child in him. But he was thinking like Draco. How will the child come out? He doesn't have baby-carrying hips. But he is up to carrying a child when he's older.

"Interesting," Draco said, winking at Harry. He also thought about the possibility of having kids with Harry. Oh, Merlin's beard. It sounds terrific! Just the thought of opening his legs out wide for Harry while Harry makes love with him and impregnates him with his sperm sounds eccentric. What would being a motherly male be like? He'd like to find out someday.

"Yes, well, I'm afraid Harry has his trial is soon," Sirius said with a small sigh. He then was looking over at Harry, "But Harry, can we speak in private for some time? Draco, you can go on and explore the place. I'm sure my own mother would love to meet you, though that's what I think..."

Harry nodded at his godfather. Then he turned to look at his boyfriend who was studying the long line of ancestors. "Draco, do I get a kiss goodbye?" he asked his boyfriend with a smile, but he knows he needs a kiss of comfort and courage from Draco.

Draco laughed, got up and pulled Harry into the wall. He leaned towards Harry's face, lifted his glasses off Harry's nose with his own nose and it made Harry chuckle. He smiles and pushes his entire body against Harry, making sure there's no gaps and spaces left. He then kissed Harry passionately, and Harry kissed back lovingly and embraced his arms around Draco's neck.

Sirius rolled his eyes at the lover boys and just sat down on the grey chaise behind him and stared out the window. He didn't want to just stand there and watch them snog in the ancestry tree room. He admits that it will be a little boring.

Draco and Harry kept snogging for a minute until they broke out for air with red swollen lips and flushed skin.

"Merlin, Harry," Draco said while panting for air. Oh, Merlin. Harry could make him feel so breathless at times, and undeniably hard in his down regions. At times he doesn't know what he wants. Either Harry's cock up his arse, or in his mouth, or his own deep inside Harry's arse. At times he just wants all three. But he has wondered what it would like to have Harry's cock up his arse and in his mouth at the same time. If only Harry had a twin. Then that rather impossible sexual fantasy can come true.

"I would suck you off but I'm afraid someone might come in any minute," Harry then said with a grin on his face while licking at Draco's mouth, forgetting that Sirius' in the room with them. To Draco, that definitely sounds like a good idea. Harry grabbed onto Draco's tongue with his mouth when the Slytherin poked his tongue out of his mouth and sucked on it.

"Not the kind of sucking off I thought you meant, but either way, this is fine," Draco mumbled without the use of his tongue and when Harry chuckled, Draco managed to free his tongue so he can give Harry's cheek a loud kiss.

"Yes, please keep the blowjobs to yourself and in the comfort of your own room," Sirius said with a grimace, looking back at the two young men by the family tree. "And Draco, out now, please. I've got to talk with Harry."

Draco nods and quickly leaves the room. He just hoped Harry's trial will be positive. "Don't be expelled, Harry," he muttered with a twisted smile. "I can't go back to Hogwarts without you."

Hermione frowned at Draco and his words. Ron was beside her. They were searching for the couple, but only found the Slytherin. "He won't, have faith in him and the Ministry," she tells him, trying to lessen his worried thoughts about Harry and the trial. "Oh, and the reason why Harry shouted earlier is because we were never allowed to tell him about this place because of Dumbledore. It was Dumbledore's orders."

"Harry hated that we have been here all holiday and he was stuck...at you know...his relative's," Ron said woefully as they started walking away from the Ancestry Room. He hated how Harry had to keep going back there every holiday and hoped that will change now that his best mate has Draco. "But I'm glad he was with you."

Draco nodded a thank you to the two Gryffindor's. "Let's go sit somewhere, I want to distract my mind with something else rather than worry if Harry will be alright at the Ministry after talking with Sirius," he said while looking at the two curiously, hoping they have something in mind that can distract him for a while.

"How about a game of wizard's chess?" Ron suddenly suggested, and a wide grin spread across his face. Hermione sighed, wondering how she didn't see this coming. Ron loves chess, and whenever the conversation of Wizards Chess is heard he gets excited easily.

"Sure," Draco said with a smile. He hasn't played Wizarding Chess for a while. His father doesn't play anymore, his mother doesn't either, so it's always just him alone in the manor trying to find something to do instead of wanking off to the image in his mind of Harry's naked body. "Why not."

"Great!" Ron said, rushing off towards a room to his right directly to some cabinets by the mantle fireplace to retrieve a Wizarding Chess Set that's buried inside of the cabinet under a pile of other Wizarding Board games.

Hermione shook her head and entered the lounge room after Ron with Draco behind her. She knows how good Ron is at Chess so Draco's obviously going to get beaten unless he knows the great skills for Chess and everything else. "You're going to be beaten, Draco. Ron's the best Wizards chess champion I know of, who I haven't read about."

Draco laughed. He likes a good challenge and would like to beat the Weasel any time. "We'll see about that, Granger," he said and raised his chin up a little in dispute, looking down at them with an intimidating look.

"It's Hermione," Hermione told him, rolling her eyes and walked off out of the lounge room. She didn't want to just watch a long round of chess and die of boredom. So she went up to the small library on the third floor and just read in the back of the room.

Draco watched Ron grab the Chess Board set and bring it over to the black square coffee table in front of the vintage couch. "I'm going to beat your ass, Weasley," he said with a smirk, sitting down on the other side of the square table with crossed legs.

"No offence, but you have Harry's ass to beat, not mine," Ron said, and his nose wrinkled when taking out all the chess pieces and placing them on the board. "I'm flattered, Malfoy, but I have Blaise's' ass to beat."

Draco snorted. Why exactly did this conversation end up here? He pictured in his mind Harry's naked arse and smirked at himself, wondering when he will get to see it again. "You know what I meant, Weasley," he said and put his head in the game. "Enough talk of ass's and more playing Chess."

Ron smirked and began the game. By the time they finished four games, Ron had won two and Draco won the last two. "Finally, a decent player at chess!" Ron said excitedly, wanting to play another round of chess.

"Finally, someone who knows how to play chess!" Draco said with a smile at the ginger-haired boy. Never in his life he would have thought to play Wizards Chess with Ronald Weasley.

Harry then walked through the Floo with Remus and Sirius coming out behind him, and he snuck into the lounge room and sat beside Draco while Remus just smiled at them and went off into the kitchen with Sirius.

"Oh, hi Harry," Draco said, focusing on the chessboard and what move he should do next but then he looked up and smiled even wider. "Harry!" He launched himself on Harry for a big hug, forgetting about chess all in one as his lover had finally returned after what felt like hours to him.

Harry chuckled and hugged back tightly. He definitely needs a hug from what went down at the ministry. And, perhaps, a couple of kisses from his Draco. "Hello, Draco. I missed you though the entire thing was literally about an hour long or torture and having to listen to people arguing for and against me in my trial."

"I missed you too, Darling," Draco said quietly and forgot the Weasel was even in the room with them. He slightly leaning out of the hug to stare into magnificent emerald eyes. "How did it go? You aren't expelled, are you? Do I need to sue anyone?"

Harry smiled lovingly and captured Draco's lips in a kiss, so he doesn't ramble on about anything else and Ron sighed and rolled his eyes at the adorable couple. Well, disgustingly cute adorable couple. "Young love," Ron said with a smile.

Draco smirked at Ron as he was wanting him to leave. He wanted Harry all to himself again and will do anything to get what he wants. Including grossing the Weasel out. He kept the smirk on his lips as Ron raised an eyebrow at him, and Draco started kissing Harry from his neck and down. He wondered if this would actually work, to gross him out enough that he'd leave the room.

Ron stared at them and gulped, hoping they wouldn't do anything else other than kiss. But they were just kissing so there was no harm done in it. He bloody hell hoped Draco wasn't going to do anything absurd.

Draco began kissing Harry's pants, and when he started unzipping his trousers he looked up at Ron with a smirk. Harry bit his lip and watched eagerly as Draco zipped his trousers down. He wouldn't mind if Draco were to give him a blowjob right now, as long as Ron gets out of the room though or if Draco blocks out anything in Ron's sight that's connected to his groin with his tongue, mouth or head.

"Yup, Bye!" Ron said quickly, getting up off the chair he sat on. "I'm not staying for this. Have fun shagging on the couch!" And then he left the room in a rush, not wanting to stay behind to watch anything.

Draco laughed, placed a quick kiss to Harry's boxers, feeling Harry's cock under the boxers but then leaned away and zipped Harry's trousers back up. He leaned forward and kissed Harry slowly.

"What was that for, Draco?" Harry asked in between kisses. He was a little disappointed he didn't get a blowjob. He did come from a stressful trial where he could have been expelled from Hogwarts.

"I just wanted to be alone with you, and I want to know what happened at the Ministry with your trial," Draco said, and he moved around to sit beside Harry so he can place an arm around him.

"Oh," Harry said, smiling. What he hated was how long the trial went for. And then there was the part where Dumbledore practically ignored him after the trial. "It was fine. I wasn't expelled so yay! I still have my wand too."

"At least they didn't take my favourite wand that belongs to you," Draco then said, his famous smirk on his lips and he pressed kisses all over Harry's neck. He loved how aroused he could make Harry with these sexual conversations. The last kiss he gave Harry's neck turned into a hickey, and he bit down into the skin of his boyfriend's neck, earning him a little moan from deep within Harry's throat.

"Now, now, Draco. Isn't that a little inappropriate to say?" said a soft man's voice but in an unpleasant tone. Harry and Draco looked up at the couch and saw Sirius with his arms folded over the other. Sirius looked at them with a grin but also keeping a stern face.

Draco shrugged as heat returned to his face. He didn't really care how inappropriate he sounded. Of course, he wouldn't say these things to Harry out in public. Just when he was alone with Harry he'll say these certain things because why not? He smirked at his uncle, "Mother hears us a lot during the night, I'm sure she's used to it by now."

Harry chuckled and ran his fingers up and down Draco's warm neck. What he wanted was to be alone with Draco, just in any room in the Venice Manor, naked with him while the Slytherin drives that beautiful pleasuring cock into his arse and fucks him hard until his delicious semen bursts out of Draco and into Harry's arse. He just hopes that one day those little sperms of Draco's will impregnate him and create life.

Sirius snorted at his nephews resemblance to himself. He laid his chin on his folded arms and chuckled. "Draco Malfoy, you remind me a lot of myself when I was younger," he said with a grin at Draco.

"I am half Black after all," Draco said to his Uncle, and his free hand was placed on Harry's neck, and it searched down until it touched Harry's chest. He would move his hand down further but didn't exactly want to get told off.

"Yes, yes you are," Sirius said with a small smile. Draco definitely reminds him of his teenage self. Just without that whitish blonde hair, pointy features, and the Malfoy blood in him.

"Anyway," Draco said, quickly dropping his hand to Harry's pants so he could give a little squeeze and then hopped off the couch and pulled Harry up with him. "Tell the other's Harry's okay, he's not expelled and will not have his wand taken from him as Harry and I shall be departing back to my family's Manor, and I'm sure you know which one."

Sirius nodded at his nephew. "Will do."

"Oh, and... Sirius, with silencing wards, do they require a large amount of magic to work?" Harry asked when in front of the Floo with Draco beside him, and his hands slid down Draco's arms until he twined hands with him.

"A little bit, yes," Sirius said, nodding his head and admiring the question. He knows exactly what and why Harry wants to know this kind of thing but decided to appear confused and curious to his godson. "Why do you ask?"

"Let's just say, I don't want to be kicked out of the manor for not using silencing charms when Draco and I... you know," Harry said shyly with a flush to his porcelain skin. Draco kept the smirk on his lips and kissed those flushed cheeks of Harry's as he thought they were truly adorable. Harry smiled at Draco's affection to him.

Sirius laughed at this conversation. "No magic, Harry," he tells him, and Harry beamed as he looked his boyfriend up and down. "You know the rules."

Draco kissed Harry's blushing cheek and smiled when hearing Harry sigh. "And I definitely know the spell," he said smoothly, his lips brushing Harry's jawbone just lightly enough to hopefully make Harry a little hard in the lower regions. "Shall we practise it when we get back to Hogwarts, Harry?"

"I can hear you, you know," Sirius said with amusement, staring and smiling at the two lover boys. He wishes he had someone, Remus actually. But that's unfortunately over and done with.

Harry chuckled at his godfather and how annoying he and Draco are probably are to him. "When we're back at Hogwarts, we shall go and practice it, my love," he agrees with his Slytherin boyfriend with a nod of his head. "Practise makes perfect after all."

"Fantastic," Draco said smoothly, turning back to the Floo. They both grabbed some Floo Powder, chucked it in the fireplace, muttered the Venice manor and entered. When they entered through to the Venice Manor's Lounge room, they laughed so hard and collapsed on the couch in each other's arms.

"So, are we not going to...?" Harry asked with a small smile. He was eager for that blowjob Draco was only sadly joking to give. And to have that beautiful mouth on his prick again would be so heavenly.

Draco shook his head at the intriguing and sensational suggestion. "No, my bottom is still sore from your birthday night's shagging but maybe I'll give you what you want after dinner. No, I will give you that blowjob after lunch." Harry sniggered at the thought but honestly couldn't wait until lunch has ended.

"Language, Draco," said a female voice, and both boys knew it was Narcissa but she wasn't in the lounge room where they were. Unless she was behind the couch but they couldn't be bothered to not look away from each other's eyes.

"Sorry mother," Draco yelled as he was too busy staring into Harry's eyes and imagining what would go on later on in the evening in his own bed with a naked Harry Potter underneath him.

Harry smiled and trailed a thumb down Draco's cheekbone to his lips, admiring how pretty his boyfriend is. "You are so beautiful, Draco," he whispered while leaning over and capturing Draco's lips in a soft slow kiss. He wished he had some roses or some sort of gift he could give Draco at this moment.

Draco kissed back and ran his hand up Harry's back to his hair where he curled his fingers in the black messy hair. "You're so beautiful too, Harry," Draco said between each kiss, and Harry moaned silently in the kiss.

"Who wants Spaghetti Bolognese for lunch?" Narcissa called from the peach coloured armchair she was sitting on in the corner of the room. Merlin, these inappropriate conversations her Dragon has with Harry can be quite daft.

"Me!" Draco yelled, opening his eyes at once with a smile, jumping off the couch and running to the kitchen in excitement. Harry laughed and just lay on the couch, feeling the tingling sensation on his lips after the kiss from Draco. He eventually got up and headed into the kitchen, giving Draco a kiss on the cheek as he sat down next to him.

*****

When Draco was informed by his mother that his father and he-who-shall-not-be-named was not in Malfoy Manor, he decided to take Harry there just so he could see his whole childhood home. He laughed when Harry saw the family portrait again.

"Maybe someday, I'll be in that portrait," Harry said, winking at Draco. He would love to be in another portrait with Draco, even if its a family one. But sometimes he feels like he's intruding on the family with him being there. Perhaps this feeling is because his depressive state is coming back again. He doesn't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. If it does unpause, would he feel the guilt of the death of Cedric again? The last time he remembered feeling the guilt was during the first week of the holidays. Merlin. How the holidays are now coming to an end in a matter of days is quite sad.

Draco smiled and rubbed both hands up and down Harry's shoulders as he noticed how deep in thought the Gryffindor was. He kissed Harry's cheek, "Perhaps, that'll be true. I would love for you to be apart of the family portrait someday."

"Say, I haven't seen your actual room," Harry said in a rather smooth but flirty tone while staring up into silver eyes, and also changing the sudden topic quickly. "May I see it please?"

"Of, course," Draco said sweetly as he intertwined his and Harry's hands together and walked Harry through the lounge room of Malfoy Manor and out to the hallways.

Harry smiled as he was pulled through Malfoy Manor, admiring all the old victorian architecture, lights, grand staircase and hallways until he came to wooden double doors. "Hopefully, someday, we can have a little fun in your room and in your bed," he couldn't help but say since the thought of making love with Draco in his official bed was exciting.

Draco laughed and pulled Harry to his bed and winked at him. "Maybe we should," he said and lowered Harry down onto the side of his bed, and he crawled on top of him with a smirk. He wanted it, and he is sure Harry wants sex too.

Harry shook his head and leaned his head up to kiss Draco quickly even if he was liking where this was going. Bloody Hell! He loved where this was going but also wants to explore the manor where Draco grew up. "I'd like to explore this place, see where the little version of you had been running around and running a muck. Perhaps after, then we can come back here and have our rounds of fun."

Draco caressed Harry's cheek with his hand and loved how Harry wants to see his past. "I can show you all those places, Harry Potter. But, there's one place I'd like to show you first." He leaned down and brushed his nose over the skin of Harry's neck, and Harry sighed, Draco could tell it was a sigh of defeat. He smiled against Harry's neck and knew he had Harry wrapped around his little finger.

"Oh, really?" Harry asked in a whisper, leaning his head to the side to give more room for the blonde, and pressing his hand up on Draco's pants where his cock would be under all that material just to tease the blonde. And Merlin, he loves teasing Draco. Those silver eyes that are dark and filled with love and lust... "What kind of place?"

"Oh, I'm sure you know what I mean," Draco said smoothly while winking at Harry and ending the space between them in a needy but passionate kiss. Harry smiled into the kiss, kissing back eagerly but then Draco leaned away and hoisted his sweater over his head, disregarding it somewhere to his right..

Harry's hand lifted, as though in a dream, moving in minute increments. It crossed the small space between them and slowly glided to Draco's cheek. His touch was so light, so tentative, like a whisper. Draco closed his eyes, every ounce of himself focused on that tiny bit of heat radiating from Harry's palm. Feeling a bit more confident, Harry ran his hand through Draco's platinum hair, watching the way the fine white strands flicked through his fingers. He traced the curve of Draco's ear, gently caressing the softness of his earlobe. He cupped Draco's chin and stroked his cheek with his thumb.

Draco's hand moved on its own now, too. It moved to clasp Harry's wrist, not tentatively, but firmly and with need. He opened his eyes and gazed at Harry with desire. He pulled on his arm, drawing the other boy in. Their faces moved together, their noses bumped, and Harry tilted his head ever so slightly.

When their lips brushed against each other an electric thrill surged through Draco's body. He clutched reflexively at Harry's wrist, pulling him in quickly and deepening the kiss. Harry's other hand ran up Draco's arm to his shoulder as Draco snaked his free hand around to the back of Harry's head, grasping his mess of dark hair.

Harry's lips were soft and the kiss was warm, Draco parted his lips slightly and Harry took the invitation by flicking his tongue across the opening. Draco responded, licking and drawing Harry's tongue into his mouth. Their arms tangled as each tried to pull the other closer. Hands clutched and tugged at hair, arms squeezed shoulders and stroked backs. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room as their tongues grappled and teased.

Harry released the kiss with a soft, wet pop and butted his forehead against Draco's. He was breathless, lungs heaving, cheeks flushed. He closed his eyes and pressed his head against the other boy's, hands grasping and releasing his clothes like a cat kneading its claws.

"Draco Malfoy," he whispered huskily, clenching two handfuls of Draco's shirt in his fists.

"Harry Potter," Draco replied, a gentle smirk rising to the surface. It was just marvelous.

Moving quickly, Draco's fingers flew to the buttons of Harry's shirt. He deftly slipped them free and pushed the fabric back over the brunette's shoulders, revealing toned arms, honed through hours of Quidditch training. With a smooth follow-through, he released Harry from the shirt completely and tossed it onto the floor. An appreciative grunt escaped his throat as he looked at Harry's beautiful chest. His hands moving independently again, he ran his palms down from his shoulders to his abdomen.

Harry didn't give him time to think. He quickly dove in for another kiss, his tongue probing and searching Draco's ready mouth. He slid his hands down Draco's body and grasped his shirt on either side, untucking it from his slacks. With an impatient push he shoved the turtleneck up over Draco's head, and with a firm tug he yanked it free and tossed it over his shoulder with a roguish grin. He licked his lips as he glimpsed at Draco's pale, lithe physique. Perfectly creamy skin covered lean and well-balanced muscle tone. The last year or so had been kind to Draco Malfoy, filling out his lanky angles with a mature fullness that begged to be touched and savoured.

Harry slipped his arms under Draco's and drew him into a close embrace. He dipped his head and dropped a kiss into the curve of Draco's neck. He ran his tongue up to Draco's ear and buried his nose in his short blond hairs. Draco responded in kind, nuzzling Harry's messy black hair. He inhaled deeply; the scent of the other boy was maddening.

Draco couldn't take another minute of it. He stood, drawing Harry to him and plunging in for more deep kisses. He slipped his hands down and unbuckled Harry's belt, freeing the button on his slacks and pushing them down, underwear and all, all the way to the floor. Not to be outdone, Harry grasped Draco's belt before he could get a good look and shoved his slacks down, too.

Both boys stood motionless for a moment, foreheads touching, ragged breath full of need as they each gazed down at the other's engorged member. Draco reached down and grasped Harry in his hand, slipping his fingers over the satiny skin. A drop glistened at the tip as Harry's eyes rolled up in his head. Feeling his confident swagger return, Draco tipped his head up and forced Harry to look him in the eye as he stroked with a firm grip. He smirked and grasped Harry's hair with his other hand, tongue playing hungrily across his lips and commanding Harry's attention. The other boy stared ravenously at his quirked mouth, following the movement of his tongue like he was mesmerised. Now totally in control, Draco pushed Harry back down to the burgundy sheets.

He was aching for attention by now, and Harry was quick to oblige. He reached down and grasped Draco's knob, driving a grateful moan from deep within the blond boy's throat. Their arms bumped clumsily as they stroked each other and thrust mindlessly. Harry reached up with his other hand, swept Draco's mouth down to his and sucked passionately. They both grunted and groaned, rutting against each other like animals.

Draco suddenly released Harry and pushed his hand away. He broke the kiss with a sloppy slurp and pressed his lips and tongue down Harry's throat, then his chest, then his stomach. Without pausing he drew Harry's member voraciously into his mouth and took it as far as he could. Harry cried out, his hands clutching the blankets. Draco dipped his hand under his chin and cupped and squeezed and tickled the small, curly black hairs. He pushed and Harry's prostate awoke for the first time, sending waves of ecstasy straight to his brain.

Draco felt like he would explode. He reached down with his other hand and grasped himself as he sucked Harry like a starving man. He wanted to come, and knew it wouldn't be far off. But he couldn't let himself, not yet.

He released his prick and propped himself up for balance, reaching with his other hand around the base of Harry's balls. He ran the tip of his finger gently around the puckered entrance. Harry grasped the headboard of the bed, writhing in delicious agony. Draco carefully pushed his finger past the furrowed skin and plunged into the warm, moist channel beyond. Harry sucked in a breath and went rigid, startled by the unfamiliar sensation.

"Shh," Draco murmured, lifting his face from Harry's groin. Harry's eyes snapped into focus and looked down at him. The sight of Draco Malfoy crouched naked between his legs was always more than he could take. He fought the urge to climax as Draco dipped his head down for another deep swallow.

Harry's back arched as his prostate sent a torrent of fire up through his groin and into his belly. His breath was ragged, and he cried out, unable to stop the wave of ecstasy that crashed down over him. Draco gave one last push with his hand and then slowly released, carefully withdrawing as Harry's muscles spasmed and bore down.

As the dark-haired boy lay shuddering with aftershocks, Draco crawled up the length of his body and drove his mouth into Harry's. He seized Harry's hand and squeezed it around his own knob, the need to climax almost painful by now. Harry obliged, tugging and pulling urgently as Draco rocked against him and groaned uncontrollably. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Harry's, guiding the motion and speed. It took only a moment, and then he came with a thunderous recoil. The two boys writhed against each other as the wave rolled away, and finally collapsed onto the sheets with a mutual grunt of relief.

They gasped for breath, side by side in exhaustion. Harry curled his lank frame around Draco's, nestling his head into the curve between his shoulder and neck. His breath was soft on Draco's skin, and Draco curled his arms around Harry protectively. Their legs entwined and Draco tilted his head to nuzzle Harry's hair again. He smiled gently at the ceiling. "That was brilliant," he murmured, body thrumming with pleasure.

Harry raised his head, smiling up into the other boy's eyes. He pressed a gentle kiss onto Draco's mouth, then resettled his head on his shoulder. "Yeah, it sure was."

Harry lay very still. He had drifted off to sleep for a few minutes, his body sated and comatose with pleasure. He dipped briefly into the land of dreams and when he surfaced into consciousness again he was momentarily disoriented. He was lying naked in his bed on his side and facing a large window that looked out into a forest a few miles in the distance. It was day. Why was he sleeping naked during the day? Where was he? Then he remembered.

Just then the bed jostled. A warm, lean, naked body rolled over, pressing up against Harry's back and entangling his legs. A pale arm slipped around his waist and pulled him close. A hard prick poked his bum. "Are you pretending to be asleep?" a haughty voice demanded, lips brushing against his ear lobe.

Harry grinned as relief flooded through him. He rolled over, wrapping his arms around the boy in the bed beside him. "How long was I out?"

"Not long," Draco nuzzled Harry, his lips just barely grazing the other boy's as he spoke. "Twenty minutes, maybe." He flicked his tongue out licked Harry's mouth with just the slightest tickle.

Harry couldn't resist. He pulled Draco in and kissed him deeply, marvelling at the wonderful sensation.

He reached down and grasped Draco's knob just because he could, and Draco quickly grasped him in return. He wanted it up his arse now. Hell, he always wants Draco's manhood up his arse, jamming itself in the right places that sent shivers of ecstasy through Harry. "Come on, let's go have a shower together," he said and leaned down, pressing a kiss to the head of Draco's cock.

Draco smiled with a nod, and he moved off the bed. Harry did the same, and Draco led him to his bathroom. Harry admired the bathroom's expensive interior and exterior. There was a glass panelled shower to the left, and to the right was a square-shaped toilet, then the bathroom sink with a nice light grey wooden style. The bathroom sink mirror was large and reached all the way up to the roof. At the far side of the bathroom was one of those expensive white baths with the little golden legs underneath it and beside the bath was an enchanted window showing a jungle. Next to the shower were two sets of white fluffy bathrobes hanging on the wall by a silver hook, and beside them was a wooden stand holding towels and soaps.

Draco led Harry to the shower while kissing his neck sloppily, and Harry sighed with pleasure as he stepped into the shower. Draco turned the taps on, making sure the water was just right for himself and Harry. The Gryffindor grabbed the soap bar and when he ran it under the water, the scent went straight to his nostrils. Citrus. He smiles at the familiar scent and rubs the soap around the Slytherin's abdomen where most of his dried spunk was.

Draco didn't mind the fact that Harry was washing him, and after a few more rubs of the soap, his dried spunk did come off. But then Harry stepped forward, jaw set and eyes shadowed. He moved straight into the shower spray and backed Draco up against the tile wall, the soap he was holding was placed back on the square built-in soap holder. He paused with their noses nearly touching and stared. The water speckled Harry's glasses, making his expression hard to read. Draco didn't know what was happening. Harry reached up and thrust his fingers into Draco's wet blond locks and pulled him to his mouth. He kissed Draco roughly, hands raking through his hair and holding him in an iron grip.

Draco felt a flush of heat as blood flooded to his head. He seized Harry around the waist and pulled him in tight. Harry's tongue was insistent, his hands were determined, his breath was ragged and hot. He broke the kiss abruptly and huffed for air, his forehead pressed against Draco's. Hot water pelted down around them like a waterfall and clouds of steam billowed through the small space. "I want you to shag me," Harry growled, clutching two handfuls of blond hair.

Draco's knob responded before he could. He swallowed hard and couldn't find his voice. After seconds of silence, he nodded dumbly. It was enough agreement for Harry. He yanked Draco down to his mouth as though trying to devour him. Draco's head swam and his heart felt like it was skipping beats.

Draco slid his hands up and down Harry's drenched back and cupped his arse. Harry's hand found its way to Draco's member, where it grasped and stroked hungrily. Draco hoisted Harry's right leg up and wrapped it around his waist. He played his fingers down Harry's back, around his arse, down his leg, and back up again. They kissed ravenously, grinding their hips together and rubbing against each other.

Draco ran one finger down Harry's crease and across his furrowed opening. The other boy drew a surprised breath, then pushed harder against Draco's mouth. His other hand moved up to Harry's face, where he cupped the other boy's jaw and pushed him back. He stared intensely into Harry's dazed eyes, noting with pleasure the slack-jawed expression as he pushed. He nodded reassuringly to let the Gryffindor know it would be okay.

Harry whimpered, his body tensing up against the familiar invasion. His eyes rolled up in his head as the sensation grew on him. He allowed Draco to push deeper, gasping as his body twinged with pleasure.

Suddenly Draco released him and turned Harry to face the shower wall. He stepped up close behind him and wrapped one arm around his waist. He tucked his chin over Harry's shoulder and sucked his earlobe between his lips. Harry groaned with pleasure as Draco grasped him again. Harry was incoherent, his mouth trying to form words as his brain misfired. His hands were splayed across the tiles, water rushing down his back and coursing through his hair. He pressed back, returning Draco's pressure as though asking for more.

Draco needed no further invitation. He quickly positioned himself and pushed into Harry with an insatiable need. Harry threw his head back and cried out, momentarily resisting the sensation. Draco squeezed and pulled him in closer, and slid his other hand up to Harry's shoulder. He moved slowly at first, and then faster as Harry's resistance melted away.

The two boys moved together, pressing and pulling, pushing and grinding. Draco desperately tried to stay on top of the wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He wanted Harry to climax first. Harry was moaning, whimpering, gasping, pressure building in him like a volcano. Draco could feel him pulsating as the tremendous orgasm built to a thunderous peak.

Finally the volcano ignited. Harry shouted, his voice climbing hoarsely as he did. He clenched and bore down, both inviting and resisting the overwhelming sensation. Draco couldn't stop. He worked furiously and felt his own orgasm hit like a bolt of lightning. He gasped for breath and tipped his head back, letting the water pour down over his face and neck while his come rocketed out of him into Harry's arse hole. And Harry felt Draco's climax, he felt all of it as it filled his arse up.

Finally as the convulsions subsided, Draco slipped himself free and wrapped both arms tightly around Harry's chest. They both heaved for air as the hot water washed away all traces of sex. Harry slowly turned around and leaned into Draco, arms wrapped around him and curling up to grasp his shoulders. He laughed once, then again, and suddenly both boys were laughing and holding each other and stroking each other's wet hair. Harry lifted his head, the darkness gone from his eyes. He grinned in his goofy lopsided way and held up one of his hands, showing wrinkled fingertips. "I believe we are turning into prunes."

Draco laughed too, and bumped heads affectionately with the other boy. They kissed a few more times, grinning in between and laughing at nothing in particular. They were giddy with the feeling that they'd done something amazing and intimate and private and forbidden that no one else would ever understand.

Harry cranked the tap and shut off the water. The sudden quiet made them both a bit bashful. They retrieved their towels and dried off, and they quickly wandered into Draco's room and dressed in their clothes they wore during the day. Then they intertwined their hands together and went out of the bedroom. "Show me every room," Harry then said. "Whether it be a music room, family room or kitchen. Just all the rooms."

"That'll take all day, Harry," Draco said with a groan but smiled back at how excited Harry was about this. Though the excitement was probably because of the two rounds of sex they had together.

"When I'm with you, it's totally worth it," Harry said sweetly while squeezing Draco's hand in his and he reached over to give Draco a loud kiss to the cheek. "Just show me every place in the manor."

Draco rolled his eyes, but with a hint of passion. This was going to be a long day. He linked arms with Harry, kissed his cheek and wandered down the dark candle-lit hallway. But as they neared the staircase down to the library, Draco heard a familiar hoot come from the Owl room. He led Harry towards the hooting owl and came face-to-face with his Eagle Owl. "Ulysses? What have you got there?" Draco grabbed the envelope from his owl's beak.

Harry studied the letter and knew where it came from. "It's from Hogwarts," he said, staring at the red inked stamp with the large embroidered H in the middle. Draco carefully opened the envelope and took out the letter, but something fell out of the letter.

Harry picked up the badge and chuckled. He knew it from the back of his mind. "Congratulations, Draco. You're the Slytherin Prefect for this year." He gave him a loud kiss as a commendation gift.

"I'm a Slytherin prefect...? What about you?" Draco asked as he doesn't recall Hedwig flying in with mail lately. She's been silent all holiday, and since there's nothing she can hunt in Venice besides pigeons, she had to reside at the Burrow for the Holidays.

"I haven't retrieved anything from Hedwig yet, apart from my book list for this year," Harry said and clipped the badge onto Draco's shirt though he knew the Slytherin didn't need to wear it yet until they get on the train to Hogwarts.

Draco looked down at the badge with a grin and embraced Harry in a loving hug. "Looks like if you misbehave, I can take points off of you," he said just to remind Harry that he has the power of superiority. "Or perhaps, you could pay for your naughtiness in another way." His lips brushed against Harry's earlobe and he nibbled on the skin there.

"Looks like I'll be misbehaving then," Harry said, smirking at how sexual these conversations can get. Goodness, this was just turning Harry on again. He can just ask Draco to fuck him right here in the hallway. Nobody was around except maybe house-elves but he was sure the little elves wouldn't give a shit about it.

"Hmm. How can I punish you then?" Draco asked with a hint of amusement in his tone. He knew a lot of ways he could punish Harry but they're not hurtful ones, of course. They're quite pleasant ones... Pleasurable punishments that would benefit both him and Harry.

"Oh, I'm sure you know exactly how you'll punish me, but then again, I think I'll be loving the punishments you give me," Harry said smoothly while running his hands down Draco's back to grip his bottom.

Draco inhaled a sharp breath as he felt Harry touch his bottom. He loves how Harry's hands explore him at times. So damn hot... "Merlin, Harry!" he said in a shaky but loud tone. He would let Harry touch him anywhere, just not in front of his own mother or out in public. That's just mortifying!

Harry chuckled and kissed Draco's neck. "Shouldn't you be putting the badge somewhere safe?" he asked as he kept squeezing Draco's bottom cheeks with his hands. He was just simply teasing him. It's something he likes doing a lot.

"Is this just an invitation to give me a blow job?" Draco asked curiously, but he liked the sound of that. But would Harry give him a blowjob right after his own penis was up his arse? But to think about this in Harry's situation, he actually wouldn't mind sucking Harry's dick right after it was up his arse. He has tasted himself before when Harry's kissed him after sucking and licking his private areas and arse crack.

"Maybe," Harry said, running his hands up Draco's back to the crook of Draco's neck, leaned out and stared into silver eyes. "Or, I just don't want that badge getting lost so I can have these future punishments."

"I don't lose things, Harry," Draco had to remind him because he doesn't ever lose things that belong to him. If his items do end up disappearing then he'll ask the house-elves to look around for whatever has disappeared and to ask around if other house-elves have seen his item.

"I know," Harry said while leaning in for a quick kiss. "Now take me to every room in your manor."

Draco smiled and showed Harry every room in his manor. He started off with the Malfoy's library and showed him around that large area, then the drawing room, the Ballroom which isn't used at all, Billiards room, The dining room, the parlour, the second lounge room on the second floor, the kitchen, the sun room, the music room, and where the guest bedrooms were. The last place Draco took Harry that was inside his home was the Ancestry Portrait Room filled with all his blood relatives that have died, besides the one of his own mother and father side by side each other with golden frames.

Grasping the large door handle, Draco turned it and ushered Harry inside the Malfoy family portrait gallery. All his relatives were sleeping in their portraits, and he went over to the large windows with heavy red velvet curtains dragging down to the floor. He opened each curtain and tied them up with a red curtain tieback holder. It allowed beams of dusty light to permeate the long, thin room.

Harry looked around the room in pure astonishment at all of Draco's ancestors. But one thing that caught his eye was the amount of people in the portraits who had different coloured hair. He thought all Malfoy's had white-blonde hair but that seemed false. There were men and woman with brown hair and some with blonde hair. He saw Narcissa and Lucius' portrait which he waved and smiled at. Narcissa smiled and waved back at him, and Lucius just smiled awkwardly and nodded his hello.

"Good morning, everyone," Draco called out in his best public speakers voice. Though he didn't know if it were still morning or not. "May I introduce my partner, Harry James Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Evans, both deceased." There was a low-pitched mumble of conversation. Draco heard Harry cough in discomfort, and good old Great Aunt Araminta shuffled to the front of her frame, placed her pince-nez on the end of her nose and squinted down at them both.

"I didn't know you were a bum boy, Lucius," the old lady croaked out, narrowing her eyes to try and focus on Draco's face, which had turned bright pink from stifling a huge snigger. Draco was sure she tipped him a furtive wink.

"That's not me, you cretinous old hag!" Lucius spat, slicing right through the background noise of mumbling pensioners all talking at the same time. "This is my son, Draco Lucius Malfoy. The son I'm most proud to have and raised into an incredible young man."

"Thank you, father," Draco said sweetly reaching for Harry's hand and drawing him close, so that they stood right before Lucius's portrait. "But I can assure you that mother raised me most of the time while you were at work." He looked to the portrait beside his father's and grinned at his mother. Narcissa in the portrait just laughed girlishly and smiled at him.

"Yes, well, I was very busy in those days and I apologise for my absenteeism," Lucius said, a guilty smile spread across his face. "I even apologise for my absenteeism right now. My real self's in America, as I can feel. Researching something quite interesting that will benefit the future generation of Malfoy's."

"Enough with this beneficial item, father, though I hope it works" said a voice that sounded suspiciously like Draco's, but it was not. Draco and Harry both turned in the direction of the speaker, and they found themselves looking at the small portrait of them both that Narcissa had commissioned a few weeks ago. It was them standing in the Malfoy Manor's lounge room in front of a large window looking out at the gardens of the manor. "And once I marry Harry James Potter, I'll be all primed and ready to take on my title as the lord of the manor."

The real Harry smiled at the thought of marrying Draco, and he tilted his head up an inch to kiss Draco's cheek. Draco was growing, Harry could tell, and he was taller than Harry. The Gryffindor didn't mind if Draco was even a few inches taller than him. He was fine with being the small one in the relationship, though it meant he would have to stand on his toes to be able to give Draco a forehead kiss.

"Son, that won't happen for another five or ten years so you needn't worry about that," Lucius said to the portrait of Draco and Harry, and he smirked at how mature he seemed to be able to handle such a title.

"Until Draco is sixteen years of age, he is allowed to engage to a man at any age from there," said an elderly lady. Ah, how good, Draco thought, Great Great Great Grandmother Druella is awake.

"Harry, this is my Great, Great, Great Grandmother Druella," Draco introduced his lover to the lady. "She is my mother's mother. And Gran, this is Harry Potter, my lover."

"It's nice to meet you, Lady Black," Harry said and bowed respectively at her. He didn't actually know how to introduce himself to the important ancestors of Draco, yet he knew bowing must be one way to be respectful.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, darling boy," Druella greeted him with openness and kindness. "I would be a little disappointed that the Malfoy line could end, but over the years I have found out that men can somehow become pregnant. So whenever you two have your first child, I would like to be the first to meet the little pipsqueak."

"Correction, I will be the first to meet my grandson," Lucius corrected her smugly. "Or granddaughter, if that can happen. But no Malfoy ladies have ever given birth to a girl before. It's always been boys."

"Unless we can find these birthing potions, the Malfoy line ends with me," Draco said and it saddened him a little to think that his family line ends with him, but he didn't want to think about that. He just knows there are birthing potions, he just has to explore for them around the world since they very much are rare in the United Kingdom and wherever else. He just needs to look in the right location. "Unless my mother and father have another child, which I doubt that would happen."

"That's never going to happen, I can assure you," Narcissa assured them, and Draco and Harry looked up at her portrait. "I'm unable to have another child for my own personal reasons."

"Monsieurs," came a cultured, heavily accented voice. Harry and Draco both took a couple of steps to stand before François Malfoi, a very distant forebear of the Malfoy family tree.

"Sir," Draco bowed respectfully before the dark-haired man. He held Harry's hand tighter, acutely aware of his silence, and perhaps even his discomfort.

"It is a pleasure to know you," Malfoi bowed, flourishing a hand to indicate also the newly hung portrait of themselves. "You bring youth and life to our little gathering."

"Thank you, sir," Harry said quietly. Draco could hear the tension in Harry's voice. He wanted to kiss those anxieties away, and he promised himself he'd do that, just as soon as they were outside again.

"There are potions out there for males to birth children, even in France if you know where to look," the Frenchman said. Lucius in his portrait looked a little curious at what his ancestor said and walked out of his portrait. "All over the world there should be," Malfoi added. "It's the 21st century, I believe. These potions should be everywhere by now."

"Everywhere but Britain, unfortunately," Draco said casually, avoiding sounding sad or dejected from the known fact. "It was nice seeing you again, sir. I would like to introduce Harry to all my other ancestors if you'll let me."

Malfoi bowed courteously to them both and waved them away, taking the time to say farewell to Harry by name. It was a lovely gesture, and one that eased the atmosphere. Harry then leaned in and kissed Draco on the temple, pulling him away from the portrait of François Malfoi to the one next to it, of the Lady Katherine Malfoy.

Draco introduced Harry to each portrait in the gallery, and he stood back and marvelled yet again at Harry's easy charm and his respectful demeanour. They were there for so long that Misky actually brought them a tray of tea and cakes, which they ate whilst being regaled with some rather bawdy tales by Charles Malfoy, the only family member ever to have been Minister for Magic.

The longer they were there, the more they both relaxed. The gallery was filled with the sound of laughter, and Draco wondered how often that happened any more. He himself hadn't visited the room for years, and he had no idea about his mother's habits.

Eventually, there was only their portrait. Saying goodbye to themselves was odd. It seemed like abandonment somehow, but just like the couple occupying the canvas in one of the many hallways of Malfoy Manor, this Draco and Harry looked happy, too. At least they weren't alone. Not when they had each other for company, and solace.

When the gallery door was firmly closed behind them, they looked at each other and slumped. It had been exhausting, but necessary, and Draco could see that Harry understood that. He gave Harry that promised kiss to ease Harry's tension, and then Draco took Harry outside. He showed him the four greenhouses his mother has, then the orchards at the back of the greenhouses, the giant gardens, a rose bush maze, and the lake further back in the distance.

Feeling exhausted from all the walking and talking, they headed to a bunch of trees in the gardens and sat under them. Harry recognised the centre tree as a sycamore tree. The park near the Dursleys had a few of those trees around the area.

Draco relaxed his head on Harry's shoulder, and he looked up at his face from there, just admiring the sparkle in Harry's green eyes from the sunlight and his handsome face which was looking up at the branches of the tree. "You're not going to sing to me, are you?"

Harry smiled and looked down at him. "Not unless you want me to," he said quietly, giving him a quick peck to the lips and Draco sighs happily and feels like falling asleep in this position.

"I mean, I would love to hear that beautiful voice of yours again," Draco said, thinking back to his birthday where Harry sang to him while in the land of dreams. He really couldn't believe he thought it was an angel, but he was right. An angel had sang to him and that angel was his boyfriend.

Harry began to think of what to sing for Draco, and he thought quite deeply through the old and new songs that he knows of and he knows a lot of songs from the 60s up to this year. There were so many he could sing to him yet he doesn't know which one to. He looks up at the manor over the small bushes and flowers as sees a shape move through the lounge room of the manor. He hoped that was Narcissa and not any unwanted guest.

"Honey honey, how you thrill me, a-ha, honey honey," he suddenly sang gently, and he looked back down at Draco who was staring up at him with a smile. He felt giddy just singing such an old song about love to his boyfriend. Draco just felt his insides flutter around like butterflies, and his heart pounding in his heart that he hoped Harry could feel and hear because Harry is singing for him with that beautiful angelic voice of his.

"Honey honey, nearly kill me, a-ha, honey honey," Harry smiled and reached his arm beside him to caress the blonde Slytherin's' soft hair. They slowly swayed side by side together, and Draco wanted to ask why he would want to kill him. The thought hurt his insides and he'll never do such a thing to his lover.

"I'd heard about you before," Harry's hand travelled down the side of Draco's face, feeling the soft skin of his cheeks and he nearly forgot what he was doing. Draco was just so mesmerising to him. The Slytherin's just a total distraction to him.

"I wanted to know some more," Harry's fingers ended up at Draco's chin, and Draco grinned up at him and moved his head forwards to place a kiss on Harry's lower cheek, making Harry's face blush deep pink. Then he leaned away and Harry's fingers went back up to blonde hair. "and now I know what they mean, you're a love machine." Draco snorted and tilted his head up to kiss Harry's wrist and Harry felt his heart flutter in his chest. "Oh you make me dizzy!"

"Honey honey, let me feel it, a-ha, honey honey," Harry winked at him though he knew the lyrics meant something else. Draco, unfortunately, thought the lyrics meant something in particular and smirked at him.

"Honey honey, don't conceal it, a-ha, honey honey," Harry rolled his eyes at the Slytherin and got up, and he pulled Draco to his feet so they were standing. He placed his arms around the Slytherin's waist.

"The way that you kiss good night," Harry smiled and tilted his head to the side, admiring the handsome face in front of him, and Draco smiled lovingly and pressed a kiss to his forehead. The song, though it was a muggle one, was really getting to his heart and emotions.

"The way that you hold me tight," Harry closed his eyes and pulled Draco closer to him, pressing the side of his head to Draco's shoulder. He could scent the Slytherin's manly cologne, Harry's favourite vanilla scent and sighed as Draco's arms came and wrapped around his back.

'I feel like I wanna sing when you do your thing," Harry leaned away just an inch and looked up at him, smirking at the thing part. Oh, but he loves the thing Draco does to him, especially the thing they did a few hours ago. And then Draco surprised him in the most simplest way.

"I don't wanna hurt you baby, I don't wanna see you cry," Draco sang while swaying side to side with Harry in the embrace, and Harry grinned and held on tightly as Draco dipped him to the floor. What he wanted to know was how Draco knew the lyrics of the Abba classic. "So stay on the ground boy, you better not get too high." He lifts Harry back up to his feet but ends up pulling him further up so Harry wraps his legs around his waist and Harry laughs.

"But I'm gonna stick to you boy, you'll never get rid of me," Harry moved one arm around Draco's neck and then the other so he doesn't fall backwards. He booped Draco's nose with his own and smiled. "There's no other place in this world where I rather would be."

Draco slid Harry back down onto his feet, and that's when they both heard an "Ahem!" and looked to the side, seeing Narcissa smiling at them. Her outfit of the day was a royal long purple dress with long thin sleeves. "I could hear you two from the greenhouses. Quite astounding vocal chords you two have. Don't let me keep you two from expressing your love for each other with singing."

"Thanks mother..." Draco said awkwardly, and his cheeks were flaming red in embarrassment as he has never sung around his parents before. He just never thought about singing before. Not since he first heard Harry sing.

Harry smiled his thanks at Narcissa, not really able to say anything, and he watched her leave back to her greenhouse. When she was far enough away from them, he looked back at his boyfriend and brought his hands up to Draco's neck. "So... how do you know the lyrics to that muggle song?"

Draco smiled back at him. He knew that answer was lingering around in Harry's mind. "Ivy has a lot of muggle songs in her phone," Draco answered Harry's question easily. "She plays the songs when studying or just anywhere around Hogwarts. I remembered that particular song from her playlist. She loves her edgy emo songs and the old songs from decades ago."

"Ah, I see her listening to those types of songs," Harry said with an agreeable nod of his head. She was a goth after all. "Especially the rock bands. Right now I bet she's listening to Girl in Red with Lavender. It's a bunch of lesbian songs if you didn't know."

"Yeah," Draco said and pulled Harry back to him, wrapping his arms around his waist in an embrace. "I love you, Harry." Before Harry could even reply back, he leaned over and stole Harry's words from him by kissing him profoundly and Harry melts into the loving kiss and embrace. Draco's hand travels up and cups Harry's cheek, and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. Harry is left feeling lightheaded and loved as he pours his heart and soul into the kiss.

When they pull out for air, Draco pulls Harry back to the tree and pins him to it, his hands on either side of Harry's head. He smirks at his power over the Gryffindor and Harry just smiles and kisses the Slytherin's chin. "Honey honey, touch me baby, a-ha, honey honey," the Gryffindor sings, and by command, the Slytherin's hands travel from Harry's neck and down his chest to his waist.

"Honey honey, hold me baby, a-ha, honey honey," Harry's own hands adventure up to Draco's chest and lay flat on his chest. Draco licks his lips in anticipation, suddenly wanting Harry's hands to reach under his shirt to his nipples to tease and play with him.

"You look like a movie star," Harry cupped Draco's face in his hands, and he smiled when those silver eyes sparkled like diamonds when the sun shone down on them. "But I know just who you are. And honey, to say the least... you're a doggone beast."

Draco snorts and presses his body into Harry's at that word, if it was a compliment. "Mmm, I know you love it when I get into beast-mode in bed," he says titillatingly, causing Harry to laugh and nod a little, not at all disagreeing that he knows how beastly Draco can get in bed. "Good," the Slytherin says. "Now, I still have the third floor to show you. Oh, and the basement and attic."

Harry groaned and tilted his head forward to rest on Draco's shoulder. This was a never-ending day but the only excitable and happy thing about the day was being with Draco and seeing the many room's Draco has been in. "Then please take me there."

*****

The next two weeks before school went by in a blur for Harry and Draco as they kept going on dates in Venice and ended up going to Hogsmeade together to buy their items for the year. But Harry's depression slowly drowned him back down eventually. He kept asking himself if he should ask Draco to make some pepper-up potions, but he didn't want to ask Draco to make something he wouldn't want to do. So, he kept quiet, snuggled up to Draco, kissed him and hugged him just to try to feel better but nothing did. He started cutting again and not to mention burning himself with his lighter, locking himself in the bathroom with privacy wards around him and it helped him. He didn't know if Draco noticed anything worrisome yet, but Harry thought that was good. It meant he could relieve more pain. He still blamed himself for Cedric's death, but a little less than he had done so in the past.

There were two days until he and Draco had to go back to Hogwarts, Harry was up in the bathroom with his blade over his delicate skin. He made five new cuts and watched as five thin lines of blood started forming. The thin lines became wider as the blood dripped down his arm and onto the floor. He heard a door open and looked up. It was who he expected it to be. "Draco," he said and he drops the blade onto the ceramic tiled floor, hearing it clank on the tiles.

"Harry!" Draco said, panic ridden all over his face. He rushed into the bathroom and crouched down beside his boyfriend. He gave him a kiss to the lips and embraced him in a hug, not caring if he'd get blood on his shirt, even if it were a dark green colour. "I love you so very much, remember that, and if you ever need to talk," he said, tears filling in his eyes as he saw the fresh lines on Harry's arm.

"I know Draco, I love you too," Harry said, feeling some kind of emotion as he had been caught cutting. He couldn't explain the emotion, so he hugged back but tried not to get blood on Draco's shirt. But then he knew what the emotion was. It was guilt. He felt guilty that he had been cutting when Draco thinks he's someplace safe and away from blades and other sharp items.

"Are you doing this because of... Cedric?" Draco then asked, letting his tears fall down his face. He thought Harry was over his self-harming method to feel better. He thought Harry was getting better.

Harry showed no emotions as he was too numb, but he could put on a fake smile. "You wouldn't understand, Draco," he replied, kissing Draco's cheekbone as it's the only closest thing he could kiss. Draco leaned back and Harry could see the tears in his boyfriend's eyes. He wiped those tears away with his thumb, leaned in and kissed Draco. "I," A kiss. "Love," another kiss. "You."

"I love you too, Harry James Potter," Draco said while kissing him back gently. "No matter the weird traits, flaws or anything. I love you for who you are, not the person everyone thinks you are. You are my soul, my life force and if you disappeared, I wouldn't feel complete."

Harry leaned out of the kiss and stared into beautiful shimmering silver eyes. "You're my everything, Draco," he wanted to remind him. "I treasure every moment I spend with you, even right now in this...faithful moment."

Draco smiled sadly at him, but glad Harry could still flirt with him when feeling numb of emotions. "I would say 'I love you' to you every hour, minute and every second we are together, Harry Potter, and those three words are just so powerful."

"It's not a reason to not tell me you love me every hour, minute and second," Harry answered back with a forced small smile. Would It be annoying if Draco were to tell him how much he loves him every second? Yes, definitely. How about every minute? Maybe. But it wouldn't be annoying every hour.

Draco shook his head. He agreed with Harry there. "I know," he says and his hand does it's own exploring until he finds one of Harry's hands and he cups it with both of his hands gently. "I would say 'I love you' those many times but I would feel as if you wouldn't believe me as I would be repeating myself."

"Oh, Draco, Honey," Harry said tiredly, reaching his free hand up to caress Draco's cheekbones with his thumb. "I would believe you because those words are everything to me when they come out of your beautiful mouth."

Draco's smile reached his eyes and he couldn't stop himself from blushing because of Harry's compliment to him. It was undeniably sweet."I'm so glad you would, Harry, because I love you, I love you, I love y-"

Harry pulled Draco into a passionate kiss, even though he loved hearing those words come out of Draco's mouth again. Draco was smiling into the kiss and pouring his love and devotion into the kiss for Harry, and wrapping his arms around Harry in a tight embrace. When the kiss ended, Draco never let go of the hug, "Get yourself cleaned up, Harry. I want to take you out one last time before school starts."

Harry's small smile grew even if it was a forced one. Another date before school? He couldn't wait for that. "I would love to, my dear," he agreed with a soft, consistent voice. "I'll meet you outside your bedroom door."

Draco kissed Harry one more time quickly before pulling him up off the floor and leaving the bathroom with a smile. Harry cleaned himself from his bloodied arm and wrapped a bandage over the scars. When finished, he met Draco outside the large doors of his bedroom, then they proceeded down to the manor's elegant front doors, intertwined their hands together and kissed when waiting for a Gondola to arrive.