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Chapter 1: Sore bums, Try-Sexuals and Going Cold Turkey.

It was six in the morning when a slight, dark haired boy jolted awake in a bed that wasn't his. He looked about, and made a disgusted face when he recognized where he was. His movements awakened the other occupant of the bed and the other boy sat up and ran a hand through his tousled, bleach blonde hair.

"Morning Potter." The other boy drawled. "Leaving so soon?"

"Sod off Malfoy." The first boy retorted, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

The second boy, Draco Malfoy, got out of bed and stretched luxuriously while Harry Potter averted his eyes at Draco's nude form.

"Little late for that, don't you think?" He asked, noticing Harry's discomfort and unashamed of his own nakedness.

Harry slid out from under the covers and quickly pulled on his boxers. Draco smirked and wrapped his arms around Harry from behind.

"Do you want a shower before you go, or do you like to smell of sex all day?" He whispered in to Harry's ear causing the smaller boy to shiver and Draco to smirk.

"Malfoy, don't touch me, I don't want anything to do with you." Harry spat, pushing him away.

"Really? Then why, pray tell, do you keep coming back?" he paused, trapping Harry in his arms again. "I know why, because you crave me, I'm in your system, you need me." He paused. "Well there's that and there's the fact that you're just a Gryffindor slut-bunny at heart."

Harry twisted away as Draco chuckled to himself.

"Slut-bunny?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Come on, admit it! You're a dirty little slut!"

"I am not having this conversation with you."

Harry started to get dressed, fast.

"See, you can't even contradict me." Draco chuckled smugly.

Harry whipped around to face Draco, his shirt half buttoned.

"I do not, I repeat, do not need you, for anything," Harry grabbed for his pants. "And I'm NOT a slut-bunny!"

"Yea, right, that explains why you're always coming back 'round here," He continued in a squeaky voice, " 'Draco pleeeeaaase.' " He reclined in bed, hands behind his head. "You're just lucky that I'm Head Boy, or we'd be doing it in the library like last year; how was your summer away from me anyways?"

Harry hated Draco, he hated his smug voice, his sexy confidence, but what he hated the most was that Draco was right, Harry did need him. Harry wasn't completely sure why, in fact he was pretty sure that he was straight. But then if that were true, why did he long for Draco so much? Why was it that when Harry was with Cho, he couldn't help but compare her to Draco? Not only compare, but find her coming up short every time.

Draco always said 'I hate you Potter, but there's a fine line between love and hate.' Of course Draco was talking about physical love, the act of making love, but still. Was that it? Was all his passionate rage just being misplaced? Harry didn't think so, mostly because then he would be admitting, even just to himself, that his feelings for Draco were more then just pure lust. He knew that Draco was quite a, as he had put it, 'Slut-bunny', but Draco never made it seem like he was the slut, it was always the other way around. Always the people he slept with ended up feeling used and dirty.

But if Harry's feelings for Draco were more than lust, if he loved Draco, and that was a BIG if, what would he do?

"Potter?" Draco's impatient voice put an end to Harry's inner turmoil, at least for now. "Did you hear me Potter? I asked how your sexless summer was."

Harry finished buttoning his shirt and was tying his shoes before he answered.

"I don't know how I got along without you." He said in a fake tearful voice.

"It's good to know you've bottled all your sexual frustrations into healthy sarcasm." Draco commented, unruffled and amused. "Maybe if you come 'round here enough I may be able to shag you into a half decent person to be around."

Draco was virtually impossible to fluster. He had an ingrained characteristic that enabled him to take control of almost any situation. The only times Harry had seen the mask of complete self control crack was when Hermione hit him and when Moody turned him into a ferret and bounced him about.

"I've got to go now; Ron'll know I'm missing soon." Harry didn't know why he was explaining this to Draco, but he was.

"If I didn't know that Weasly was a sexless prude and if I actually got jealous, I might be of you and the Weasel Wonder."

"Oh no! Ron and I aren't, I mean we don't, that is to say we wouldn't…." there he was again, trying to explain things to Draco that he had no need to explain.

"It's quite alright, you're free to shag anyone you like; Salazar knows I do."

Another talent Draco had was making Harry feel like a complete and utter pratt; he was using said talent right then.

"In fact, I encourage you to; it'll help you vent your tensions." Draco still hadn't made any move to clothe himself.

Harry was once again confused by the welling feeling of sadness as he left the room. In his subconscious he knew Draco had shagged numerous people, why should he stop just because Harry had added his name to the list? Though he did know that, he still didn't know why Draco had to remind him of the fact or why it bothered him so.

Draco, in fact, was thinking of his numerous conquests (or fuck buddies as he liked to refer to them as) as well. More specifically he was thinking of Blaise Zabini, his best friend and frequent fuck buddy. She alone knew of Draco's dalliance with Harry. When he said she 'knew' he meant in the Slytherin sense of the word, in the normal sense all she knew was that he was shagging a person lower on the Slytherin social ladder (she suspected a poor, pureblood family or 4th generation rich half-blood) and he thought he might be in love with them.

Draco only thought he was in love with Harry, why else would he be wasting his time on him? It's not like he was that good of a lay, Draco taught him everything, everything, he knew. As far as he knew he was straight, all his other consorts were female. But for Harry he made on exception. He supposed that made him bisexual. Though Blaise has said the most amusing thing the other day after he 'disciplined' her.

She had said "You're a try-sexual you know that?" when Draco had asked what she meant she'd laughed and said "You'll try anything once."

Perhaps that's why he now found himself shagging Harry at least once a week, he was simply experimenting. It wasn't his idea anyway; at least not originally, Harry had cornered him in the library last year and kissed him. Draco had simply let it escalate from there to the point where he had Harry pinned up against a wall moaning his name. The memory of their first shag lit a fire in Draco's groin, he was either going to have to get a hold of Harry before breakfast or else he was going to need a very cold shower. Draco decided to settle for the shower. Harry, he reasoned, was probably still sore from the night before.

It was the first day back at Hogwarts and apparently Harry had missed Draco more than he's let on. Draco rubbed him own slightly sore buttocks and turned on the shower full blast. He stood under the waterfall, eyes closed, savoring the shock the cold water provided.

Four floors up Harry Potter was standing under a stream of hot water scrubbing himself clean. He couldn't remember what had possessed him to seek out Draco last night. He remembered missing Draco during the summer and wondering if Draco was missing him too while the Dursleys were being their usually horrible Dursley selves. He sighed, Cho had graduated last year and to be honest Harry was glad. He didn't know if he could handle another year of trying to be happy and normal when inside he was frustrated and confused. Finally he shut off the shower and missed the hot jet of water immediately. Never the less he dried himself off and pulled on some clean robes. Harry returned to his dorm to grab his school bag and poke Ron awake. While in the shower Harry had reached an unconscious decision; he was going cold turkey. If he still couldn't keep himself from running off to shag Draco, or get shagged by Draco Harry added mentally and winced as he rubbed his raw posterior, then he would admit that what he felt for Draco wasn't just lust and act accordingly. Yes, that was what he was going to do. In fact, maybe to make sure he could stay away, he would find someone else. Cho had broken it off when she left, saying she didn't do long distance relationships, so really he was free to find anyone else. Harry pulled the curtains of his best friend's four poster bed and nudged him awake.

"Ron, get up you lazy git! You'll miss breakfast and first period." He warned while heaping text books and parchment into his bag.

Ron made a noncommittal noise and rolled over on to the floor. Harry rolled his eyes and heard Dean give a snort of laughter.

"How is it that you're always up and ready before any of us?" Seamus asked; sleepily rising from under Dean's blankets.

"Because he doesn't over exert himself all night, very loudly." Came Neville's cross voice from behind his curtains.

Dean had the decency to blush at Neville's comment but Seamus grinned and pulled his hangings back.

"There's always room for you too Neville." He stroked the space beside him.

Neville flushed furiously and worked his jaw soundlessly.

"I'm just kidding!" Seamus laughed. "I don't share my man with anyone." He kissed Dean and snuggled back into bed.

"I'm really sorry Neville; I'll make sure we renew the silencing charms on the curtains." Dean said sincerely apologetic.

Harry watched the whole exchange and found himself wishing for a relationship like Dean and Seamus's. They were open and honest, their friends didn't mind, they could wake up in each other's beds without having to rush off for fear of being caught, and, most importantly, they were happy. Harry thought about his own relationship with Draco and realized that it would never be like that.

Just another reason to go cold turkey.

Just the thought of never having that kind of pure love made Harry unbearably sad, he just couldn't do it.

"Oi! Harry, what's wrong mate?" Ron asked, having finally woken up.

"What?" Harry snapped out of his montage of dreary thoughts. "Oh, nothing."

Ron shrugged and started rummaging about for some clean clothes. Dean and Seamus, however, exchanged a meaningful look. Harry had a sneaking suspicion it was about him and sure enough Dean spoke up.

"Harry," he said in a kind voice, "it's ok, you don't need to hide anything here, Seamus and I understand."

Harry's heart started to pound, did they somehow know about Draco? Was their gay-dar that strong! Ron and Neville were looking at Harry, for an explanation. When he didn't say anything Dean continued with a sympathetic glance.

"It's ok to miss her Harry, it's perfectly natural."

"Her who?!" Harry asked dumbfounded.

Dean shook his head with a smile; he obviously thought Harry was just playing dumb when he was really mystified.

"Cho. I told you we knew, you don't have to pretend."

Harry felt like laughing out loud, they thought he was missing Cho?

"Uh… thanks guys, but I'm ok… really."

Seamus gave a sympathetic smile but Harry booked it out of there before they could start talking again.

Draco gathered his school books and walked down (though technically it was up, as the Slytherin dorms were in the dungeons but Hogwarts always did have a way of twisting directions) to breakfast flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. He'd kept them around for posterity since he was now more than capable of dealing with anyone with or without magic. When they reached the Entrance Hall he saw Harry across the room. He was looking upset and peaky, Draco wondered what was wrong. Then he stopped himself, on the walk up here he'd decided no more Harry. He wasn't going to think about him and if he came around looking for a shag Draco would just say no. But seeing Harry was testing his resolve. Harry looked around finally and caught Draco's eye, but quickly looked away. Draco sighed, it seemed that things were:

"Easier said than done." Both Harry and Draco muttered to themselves.