The scent of rain filled the air. It didn't start raining, yet. But, you could smell the dew gather up. The raindrops threatened to fall at any moment of the day.

Harry along side with his friends, Ron and Hermione, made their way to Transfiguration with the Syltherins. Which wasn't so bad because their teacher happened to be the Head of Gryffindor house. And all Syltherins disliked her because Professor McGongall was somewhat better than Professor Snape, in people's opinion.

Harry entered the class with the rest of his fellow students. Harry sat next to Hermione and unfortunately Draco. Ron accidentally got wedged between Neville and Seamus. The only seat left was by Harry, which Draco gladly took.

Not saying a word to each other they listened to McGonagall respectfully. Taking notes, and using magic without hexing one another.

When class was done before leaving out the doors Professor McGonagall called for the two boys.

"Mr. Malfoy and Mr.Potter come here."

Harry turned around to walk to her desk where she was standing by. Draco sighed and followed behind Harry.

"I need both of you too enter the Forbidden Forest and find me the black rose. Don't ask why just go, tonight, preferably." She motioned to them to leave her classroom.

Draco and Harry stayed a good distance apart from each other at all times. Before separating their ways Harry mentioned the time to meet up and where.

Hours later, when it was bedtime for everyone, Harry left the dorm, with the Professors permission of course to go the forest like said. Harry snuck out plenty of times but, since this was task from the professor there's really no need to sneak out.

Harry met Draco in the court yard to go into the Forbidden Forest. They didn't say a word to each other while entering. With the lantern in Harry's hand he remembers a specific memory in first year. He chuckled to himself but, loud enough for Draco to hear.

Draco looked at Harry with a confused look.

"What's so funny?" He asked.

"Remember in first year-" Harry started. But, Draco gave him a stern look.

"I try not to remember it. Well, who wouldn't be afraid of this Forest? It's extremely scary," Draco said with a seriousness tone.

"Are you still scared?" Harry asked.

Draco shrugged,"Yeah, sort of."

Right when Draco said that a werewolf howled.

Draco scooted closer to Harry,"Uh, let me rephrase that: Yes, definitely."

Harry didn't move back when their shoulders touched. He felt an intense tingle that seemed familiar but, this was 10x more powerful.

"Why do I feel so safe around you?" Draco asked. Draco's tense softened when he saw Harry smile.

"I'm Harry Potter," he smiled,"It's a natural feeling."

Draco rolled his eyes,"Shut up. I was trying to be nice. It feels nice to feel safe."

Both were walking a few inches apart from each other, not caring when their shoulders skimmed each other time from time.

"What do you mean by that?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. I mean, my father used to do the Crucio curse on me to prepare me. Sometimes he would do it just for fun. He just abuses me. And all the others look at me like they want to rip my throat out."

Harry furrowed his brows and felt his heart break for the blonde boy. He didn't know he's been through so much in his life.

"Would it make you feel better if I said that I would make sure that you won't get hurt by your father anymore?" Harry asked sympathetically.

"No."

"Too bad. I'll make sure anyways."

Harry felt a certain urge to protect Draco. He had no idea where this feeling came from but, he sort of liked it.

Continuing walking, their search for the black rose came exceptionally tiring. They kept walking though. Through the roots, and rough patches of the Forest. A few minutes later, the heavy rain started to fall.

"Just our luck that it finally starts raining now," Draco said, both Harry and Draco getting completely soaked.

Reluctantly Harry grabbed Draco's hand pulling him towards the nearest big tree the sheltered them from getting soaked by the rain anymore.

They leaned against the tree trunk shaking, out of breath. Harry glanced over at Draco and saw his complexion in the moonlight. The way his bleach blonde hair ran down his face, the rain water dripping from his lip, and just him in general.

"I'm so cold," Draco said while taking his long sleeve shirt off.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Harry asked.

"I'm wet, I'm cold, and my shirt was sticking to my skin which was very irritating," Draco replied.

"Complain much?" Harry said rolling his eyes.

"Hey, you asked."

Harry shrugged his shoulders, giving up. But, he couldn't help staring at Draco's rather slim chest.

"I'm still cold and wet but, at least my clothes aren't sticking to me," Draco said complaining again.

"What can I do to make you stop complaining?" Harry asked.

"Uh, I don't know. Make it stop raining?" Draco rolled his eyes,"I don't mind being wet. It's just the coldness. I hate being cold."

"I could warm you up."

"How would you do that?" Draco asked curiously.

Harry stepped closer to Draco. He put his his hand on Draco's exposed hips because his shirt was still off. Before Draco tried to ask what Harry was doing, Harry gently pushed him to the tree trunk.

"Shh, I'm warming you up," Harry whispered still staring at Draco's body.

Draco whimpered when he felt a pair of firm lips on his neck. To Harry's surprise, Draco didn't pull away. So, he decided to take things further.

Harry kissed up his pale neck leaving teeth marks. He slowly kissed Draco's bottom lip, before kissing him fully on the mouth.

Draco's heart was racing, but he knew why. The sparks in his stomach exploded at Harry's touch. Draco kissed Harry back and they both melted in the kiss.

Harry pulled apart, sighing. He say down, leaning his back against the tree trunk watching the heavy rain pour down.

"Harry?" Draco looked down at Harry. Taking his beauty in. Harry's emerald green eyes, the curly messy brown hair, his build up muscles, and his cheek bones that you could cut a finger on.

"Harry?" Draco asked when Harry didn't respond. Draco crouched down before settling himself in Harry's lap. Facing each other, Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist and looked at Harry intensely. And when Harry still didn't react Draco locked his lips on Harry's.

Harry didn't hesitate to kiss back. He wrapped his hands around Draco's bare back and kissed him more roughly. Fighting for dominance with their tongues, which Harry won easily, Harry explores Draco's mouth with his tongue.

Draco put his hands on Harry's t-shirt. Breaking the kiss only to pull Harry's t-shirt off, Draco quickly reconnected their lips. Draco put both hands on Harry's chest, rutting his hips against Harry's.

Harry slightly thrusted up meeting Draco's grinds. Draco let out a low, hot moan. Draco threw his head on Harry's shoulders, grinding harder.

"Merlin Draco," Harry said gripping Draco's back harder.

"..Harry," Draco moaned,"I n-need you to f-fuck me."

Harry started to grind harder into Draco. Harry moved one of his hands in the ground to help support him, because the tree trunk he was leaning on was starting to hurt his back.

Harry felt his hand get pricked by something.

"Ow," Harry hissed.

"What's wrong babe?" Draco asked still slightly grinding.

"I-I think I found the rose," Harry said pointing to the black flower he just pricked his finger on.

Draco smiled,"Great, now we have more time to this." Draco rutted his hips further down which made them both groan loudly from pleasure.

Professor McGonagall said that this task would probably last all night but, since they had found the flower within at least 3 hours they had plenty of time left.