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Harry Potter and the Lover's Lullaby

Chapter 1: The Lone Singer

It was late, probably even early. Harry would guess it was almost 1:30 or so, he knew he should be heading back to the dormitory, or even the common room, but after his late night work out, practicing in the Room of Requirement, he was way too wound up still, he knew that if he went into Gryffindor Tower with energy Hermione would hound him, like always, for him to study. Harry had decided to roam the halls of Hogwarts, he knew them well, but even after everything, his previous years of school, the battle that happened on these exact grounds, only that previous year, and long nights roaming, quite like tonight, you sometimes find yourself lost. Like tonight, Harry found himself on a hall in the dungeons, knowing he must be somewhere between his potions class and the Slytherin Dungeon. He continued wondering, not worrying about his being lost or the possibility of getting caught, but still keeping his father's cloak close and checking the map often.

He turned onto another unfamiliar hallway, checking the map. No one on the hall, but he did notice the dot located in a classroom right off this hall. The dot was labeled "Draco Malfoy". 'What would Draco be doing out about at this hour?' thought Harry 'What are you doing out this late? His thoughts replied.

Harry, against his better judgment, found himself waling toward the very door he knew his 'archenemy' was behind. He wasn't sure what he had expected to hear, but what he did hear, definitely wasn't on the list. The classroom door was open a tad, and the sounds coming from it was amazing. It sounded like a muggle guitar and a voice, not a regular voice, but a purely magically and wonderful voice. The voice wasn't full of hate not even a sneer behind it, it wasn't what Harry usually heard from him, it was sweet and sincere.

"The hair that sweeps your face, is dark and full of grace.

Your eyes shine, that emerald green. In your past, are things unseen."

He stopped singing and playing, adding "Yeah, that sounds good, but maybe," pause "maybe it should be 'so many things' instead of ' are things'. No, I like this better." Harry's curiosity of this side of Draco overran him, the mere fact that Draco would kill him for eavesdropping didn't matter, all that mattered was Draco and his voice, his words. He pushed the door open, slowly, trying to be quiet. He saw Draco, sitting on a desk, facing a fire, his body illuminated and beautiful. Since Draco hadn't noticed his presence, he just leaned on the door frame, to witness more.

Harry thought to himself, 'He looks great, his guards down, like this he is even more beautiful, his hair across his face, guitar in his lap… Wait! Snap out of it Harry, I thought you got over this, a long time ago, there isn't any chance of Draco and you! Firstly he isn't gay, everyone knows that, remember that time you saw him and Pansy in that closet, although he didn't seem to enjoy it, he didn't stop her! Plus he doesn't know you're gay, and finally you and him have always been enemies. Even with Voldemort gone, that isn't going to change. His father is in jail because of you, actually it was due to what he had done, but his godfather is dead, and so if your's due to his Aunt! He hates you, that's never going to change. But one could dream..' Harry was brought out of his own mind with Draco's singing.

"I tare you down, I want to lift you up.

I could never, I don't have that luck.

Every dream, I am allowed to embrace thee.

Then I am ripped into reality,

Knowing of no chance of you and me.

If I hadn't made you hate me?

Where would we be then?

If there ever was a chance, I messed it up when,

When I stood and mocked, teased, insulted, and hurt.

"What rhymes with hurt?" Draco asked himself, biting the end of his quill. "what comes next?" he asked himself again, frustrated. But it wasn't himself that answered.

"Dirt?" Suggested Harry from the doorway, letting his presence be know, and startling Draco greatly.

"Potter?! What are you doing here?! And what exactly did you hear?!" Asked Draco, recovering quickly.

"Well it started with something about green hair and dark hair." stated Harry, raising his eyebrows.

"Shit." Draco mumbled, almost inaudible, but in the solitude of the dungeon, it was loud enough to echo, and the echo reached Harry's ears. He smirked.

"And who was it about? This person sounds oddly familiar." Harry said, knowingly, in a very Dumbledore-like way.

Draco looked at Harry, debating if the truth was worth it. If he could have Harry, it would all be worth it, but the chance? 'I mean, Harry hates me, he's my arch enemy supposedly. And he's straight, but then why's he still here? To gloat?' He thought.

"If you don't know, then you needn't know." Draco snapped.

"Oh I know, I just cant believe it, and truthfully want to hear you say it."

What is he playing at? How could he know? I mean the song was obvious, but now that obvious, right? Draco again thought to himself. 'Maybe its just wishful thinking, on his part?! No, who am I kidding, its just my own wishful thinking.'

Draco was just about to admit the truth when the boys heard footsteps approaching the door to the classroom. Instinctively both hid as quickly and quietly as possible into the only place they could, a cabinet in the corner, very similar to the one Lupin had used teaching them about boggarts. They heard the footsteps enter the room, riffle through some papers on the desk Draco had been sitting on previously, and then leave, shutting the door and not taking any notice that the fire was lit in the room supposedly unoccupied.

In the quiet cabinet, both boys stood, breathing deeply, and as quietly as possible.

"Maybe we should stay in here a few, you know, in case who ever it was came back?" Draco said hesitantly, his voice full of hope. Harry nodded, secretly glad. He enjoyed having a reason to be close to Draco, he was staying for the same reasons he picked fights with him, he wanted to touch him, in anyway, and if that way was punching him, then so be it. Harry and Draco were thinking along the same thoughts, they both wanted to stay, and even still, they both thought the other was straight, hated each other, and wanted out as soon as possible. All were the farthest from the truth. Sensing Harry's warm body next to him, Draco's breathing became deep, intoxicated by him.

"Draco," Harry whispered. "That song…. I mean.. it sounded like.. Um.. Someone.. That I might know.." continued Harry, trying not to sound too hopeful and confused, but still trying to skirt around the truth.

"You know the person well indeed." Draco smirked.

"And you really like.. This person?"

"Well," began Draco, figuring he already knew, "Yes, and I have for quite some time."

Even though it was very dark in the cabinet, Draco could have sworn Harry was smiling. He felt something brush against his leg, as Harry repositioned his. Draco opened the cabinet door slightly, to check if the coast was clear, and letting the light show the smile he knew that was on his crush's face. The room was empty, so the both stepped out, reluctantly. After a few awkward moments of silence Draco finally spoke up, "How about you? I mean.. Do you like anyone?" said Draco, seeking a certain answer.

Harry gave a sly smile, "Yes I do, only problem is, I shouldn't, you see, they're in another house, your house to be exact." They both laughed, quietly out of fear of being heard.

"So tell me, is it Crabbe? Goyle?"

Harry gave a short laugh, "No definitely, not…. Wait…. You know Im gay?" Harry asked, slightly confused.

"I didn't, until now." Draco pointed out, a smirk playing on his lips.

"You are an evil genius." Said Harry, giving another short laugh.

"Was that a compliment?" Asked Draco, stepping close, very close, to Harry. Breathing deep again, intoxicated. Harry couldn't take it, the closeness he had secretly want for a several years, closeness he never thought he'd have. He closed the distance between them quickly, embracing his as their lips connected.

'I cant believe it! Harry's kissing me!'

'I cant believe it! Im kissing Draco! Finally!'

Draco kissed back, his hands cupping his face, until they both had a need to breath, they both reluctantly broke the kiss. All either of them could do was mumble, "Wow."

After a few minutes of more awkward silence, they made their way to the desk, sitting closer than needed, but neither complained.

"So that song? It was about.." Harry began.

"You." Draco finished. "And the Slytherin you like.."

"You." Harry finished. They both smiled at the truth swirling around them, both happy. They moved closer together, the sides of their hands touching.

"So who all knows you're gay? I mean, does anyone?" Said Draco, trying to make light conversation.

"Well, Ron and Hermione. Ginny, that's the realy reason we broke up after the battle, I told her the truth, she's okay with it, I guess, but I think she thinks its just a phase, that I'll come back to her. And a few other people." Said Harry, trying not to mention the other guys he had been with, when he was possibly this close to finally get the crush he's known since the middle of first year. "Let me guess, the 'few other people' are people you've 'been with'?" "Yeah" "Oh, any of them know about your crush on me?" Harry smiled at the sound of the rolling off Draco's tongue. "Or is this a new thing?" Draco finished.

"No, this definitely isn't a new thing, but no one knows, not anyone that isn't inside this room. You?"

"No, no one for either. No one knows Im gay.. And can you imagine if I told them I fell for the Golden Boy, the boy who lived, and a Gryffindor, might I remind you..? Whats so funny?" Draco asked as he noticed Harry's giggling.

" I just want to see the look on Ron's face, I mean I figured when I told him Im gay, that'd be bad, but it was okay, he wasn't too upset, but the look on his face when I tell him of you, that we kissed, several times.." said Harry, hoping he noticed.

"But we only kissed once." He noticed.

"I was hoping that would change by the time I told him." smirked Harry.

Draco took the hint, and kissed him deeply, pushing Harry onto his back. Draco felt Harry's tongue graze his lips, and allowed him to enter, letting their tongue's roam each other's mouths, fighting for dominance, playfully. Harry ran his hands across the chest of the boy atop of him, not at all surprised, just pleased, that the toned well shaped body could be felt through his shirt. Draco loved the attention Harry was showing him, so he brought his lips down his neck, in hopes to excite him more, sucking, nibbling, below his jaw, until he found a spot below his right ear that was a particularly sensitive spot, Harry had to bite his lip to keep from moaning, but when Draco nibbled slightly even his teeth could hold him back, he moaned, and even though it wasn't that loud, it was loud enough (with the echo) to draw attention. They heard steps approaching again, this time with a slight clunk, meaning it was Filch. They didn't have time to hide, so Harry pulled the cloak quickly over them, as the squib entered the room, they disappeared, thankfully unseen. Filch looked over the room a few times as the boys held their breaths, noted the fire being lit, and left, probably to get teacher. After they heard the clunk of Filch leaving the hall, Harry pulled off their cloak and checked the map, while Draco gapped at the cloak. Filch was headed to the Head Mistress's office.

"We should leave before McGonagall gets here." Said Harry sadly.

"That cloak, Potter, is very impressive."

"Firstly, can we stick with Harry, at least when its just us, and secondly, thanks, it was my father's."

"Like I said, Harry, impressive.. And I guess you're right. See you tomorrow.." Draco went to leave, turned and gave Harry another kiss, "And by the way, Potter, if you get caught, don't rat me out." Harry smiled, checked the map, coast clear, they both parted, sadly, but both loved the prospect of tomorrow.

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