Harry hadn't eaten in days. Draco had spoke to him after that night in the common room about his plan to help Harry grow his following, but Harry didn't really care. It's not that he didn't want to care, he did, but like the emptiness of his stomach, his thoughts were empty as well.

    He trudged to the Great Hall, already knowing he wasn't going to be able to stomach breakfast. He didn't deserve it anyway. He stopped outside the doors, sighing. He moved to turn away when he caught a flash of platinum hair - Draco. The blonde seemed to materialize next to Harry, his hair once again loose and hanging in his eyes. It looked so hot. God, Harry could lose himself over and over but every time his eyes met Draco's, something inside him seemed to decide he was home. He was home when he was with Draco, no matter where they were. If only Draco felt the same way.

    Draco grabbed his arm without saying a word, only gesturing for Harry to follow. "What's going on?" Harry asked, getting dragged along so fast made the world spin, stars dancing before his eyes.

    Harry almost threw up several times by the time Draco had apparently reached his destination. He found himself in a hallway, watching in strange fascination as Draco paced before him. "Draco what are you doing?"   

"Shush!" I'm focused!" Draco hissed.

He'd clearly gone mental, was the only explanation Harry could possibly think of as Draco finally stopped pacing and took a step back. Half in horror, half in shock, Harry watched as a door materialized before them.

"Go in," Draco said roughly, grabbing Harry by the shoulders and shoving him towards the door. "I need to accelerate this."

"Accelerate what?" Harry asked, whimpering at the force. His legs wobbled and he frantically clung to the handle before it turned under his weight.

The door swung open and Harry tumbled inside, falling onto his face. He yelped, curling up and grabbing his head. Your fault, your fault, your fault. No, he didn't want this to happen now! He opened his eyes and focused on Draco who hovered over him, shutting the door and kneeling by his side. "Are you okay?" he asked, running a hand through Harry's wild hair and placing it on his forehead. "Merlin, Harry! You're burning up!"

"I'm fine," Harry groaned, sitting up. His stomach groaned right along with him and Harry silently cursed. Draco would get mad if he skipped breakfast for... well, all week. "I just slipped a little."

"Not just a little," Draco pulled Harry to his chest, both of them sitting on the wooden boards of the ground.

Harry didn't mind practically sitting in Draco's lap as the blonde wrapped his arms around Harry and rested his chin on Harry's shoulder. "Have you eaten today?" Draco asked quietly, pulling Harry closer.

"Yes," Harry lied.

"You're lying."

Damnit. "I did eat! I'm just clumsy."

"True, but don't lie to me, Harry. There's no point in lying. Do you want me to help you eat?"

"No," Harry mumbled.

"Do you need me to help you eat?"

Draco pulled Harry downward until they were both laying on the floor of the strange room, arms and legs intertwined.

"I'm fine, Draco."

He looked into Draco's cold grey eyes, wondering how he could lie so easily to him. To everyone. Something felt off now, with the world, with everyone he knew. Some part of him knew that he was the problem, he felt off, not everyone else, but Harry didn't really want to think about that. He wanted to remain in his head with the lies he could tell himself. He could tell himself that he was the same Harry he'd always been, but the only person who really made him feel like his old self was Draco. Surprising, given his old self hated Draco.

Harry looked at Draco, trying to figure out the thoughts behind those eyes. He wondered if Draco was trying to do the same. "What's this place even for?" Harry asked, trying to take the conversation away from him.

Draco sat up, letting go of Harry before standing. "It's where you'll gain followers. You know how Umbridge is running her classroom, no one is learning anything. So, solution: make your own class time."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, looking around the large and rather empty room.

"This is the Room of Requirement. Whatever you need, it will become. You can teach the Mystic Arts here. You can teach people to embrace their magical affinity and learn how to defend themselves with spells. Spar, and stuff."

"That's... That's actually a great idea," Harry gaped.

"I have everything sorted out, how they'll know when to come, who won't be a prat and tattle, all you have to do is teach."

"I don't think I'd make a good teacher," Harry wandered the room, looking at the blank walls and wood floor.

"You make a good leader, and I'm sure you'll teach them well," Draco walked over to him, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck. "If you can make a Malfoy fall for you, you can do anything."

Draco kissed him lightly before pulling back, "Including eating breakfast."

As he said the words, the air distorted around the center of the room, sparkling and twisting until suddenly, a large green blanket piled with eggs, toast, juice, and all sorts of breakfast items, appeared. Draco pulled Harry to it and they sat, Draco watching intently as Harry eyed the bacon. "Eat the bacon," Draco said. "Food is a human right, you deserve to eat no matter what."

Harry smiled shyly, picking up the bacon and nibbling on it. The brown sugar and maple melted on his tongue. The guilt writhing in his stomach settled as he looked into Draco's eyes. "Did I really make you fall for me?" Harry asked quietly, staring down at his third piece of bacon.

Draco leaned over to Harry, tilting his chin up with a finger. Their eyes met and Draco cupped Harry's cheek and jaw in his hand, giving him two kisses. "Purely physical," Draco said, "you fell through the door and I fell with you."

Harry gave him another kiss, "So, what are we?"

"Didn't we already talk about this?"

"I want to talk about it again."

Draco kissed Harry one more time before letting go and handing him a piece of toast. "Right now I just want you to have some toast."

"I'll eat the toast if we talk about it," Harry smirked.

"Black mail, very Slytherin of you," Draco said.

"Fuck stupid labels," Harry spat.

"Interesting since this whole conversation is about labeling us."

Harry put his bacon down and grabbed Draco's hands. "Dray, last year I was following blindly into Dumbledore's hand. I had no idea what wizards were or light and dark or what have you when I started at Hogwarts. And every person I met just liked me because I'm 'Harry Potter.' But you were the only person who didn't like me because of the name. You didn't like me at all. Which is refreshing. And now that I know you and you know me, I know you're not doing any of this because of who I am. You just want me to make my own decisions, which is refreshing too. You are refreshing.

"Like, this food. You told me I should eat because I deserve to no matter what, that I have the right to it. Other people just want me to so they can feel better about themselves. And the Dursley's wanted to control me, too. You just want me for me, whenever I'm around you it's like a breath of fresh air. And I wish you'd want me as much as I want you."

Draco stared at him for a second, mouth hanging open slightly, eyes wide. "I do want you, but it's not exactly like I can run home to mother and father and explain I'm gay and am dating Harry Potter no less."

"It's about... this is just about being gay?" Harry spluttered.

"I want to call you my boyfriend, Harry, I do, but no one can know about it and right now."

"That's okay, as long as I know," Harry said, bringing Draco close to him. "Secret boyfriends?"

"Sure," Draco smiled, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, "until the war is won."

Harry kissed him. And god, how he loved kissing him. He'd never kissed anyone besides Draco, which was probably pathetic, but he didn't care. He just wanted to kiss Draco and never let him go.

They sank to the ground, on top of the shimmering blanket, Draco falling on top of Harry. Harry bit Draco's lip, kissing him like his life depended on it. Tongues felt weird, Harry decided, but the twisting in his stomach loved it. Draco began kissing his neck, making Harry groan. "Dray," he whispered, moving his hands down the Slytherin's back.

"Mm," Draco groaned into Harry's neck, giving him a bite that made Harry cry out.

"Do you want to..." Harry asked breathlessly, "go all the way?"

Draco kept attacking his neck, hands traveling down to the buttons of Harry's shirt. "Hold on," Draco whispered, sitting up and staring at a spot in the corner.

The air distorted once more and a bed similar to the ones in the dormitories appeared, with green silk blankets. Draco picked up Harry, practically running to the bed and throwing Harry on it. Before climbing in with Harry, Draco pulled his shirt off. He kissed him again, open mouthed. Harry gasped as Draco reached down to his pants, cupping his crotch and feeling his size. Harry groaned, arching his back as Draco squeezed and pulled his underwear out of the way. "Are you sure?" Draco asked, pulling out his wand.

"Yes," Harry said without hesitating.

Draco waved his wand and began prepping Harry. Harry yelped as fingers entered him, stretching him open. His body felt like it was about to explode from the lack of friction. "Draco, please, just do it."

"No rushing, Scarface, or it'll suck."

"Ughh, I'm topping next... AH! Time!" Harry gasped as Draco lined up his dick and entered him.

Harry spread his legs more and Draco leaned down to kiss him, hair all over the place. Harry wrapped his arms and legs around Draco as best as he could, which helped ease the pain as Draco slowly thrusted, getting faster and faster. "Does this feel alright?"

"Faster," Harry said into Draco's mouth before biting his lower lip, making Draco moan.

"You feel so good," Draco whispered, head dropping by Harry's shoulder as he went faster, thrusting deeper.

Then Draco hit a certain spot and Harry cried out, convulsing underneath him as pure pleasure shot up through his entire body, his heart, his soul. "OH DRACO! There! Right there!"

Draco laughed, thrusting harder and making Harry cry out again, back arching. He came onto his stomach after Draco hit that spot for a fourth time, Draco coming a few seconds later. Draco fell on top of Harry, pulling him into his arms. "I've... never done that before," Harry said quietly, nuzzling Draco.

Draco was quiet for a moment before saying, "I think this time would be my first time too."

"It was weird," Harry said, sitting up and yawning.

"It'll get less weird. Now, go eat your toast."