Title: Sleeping with the Enemy

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BEFORE YOU READ: I really need a beta ... Is anyone interested?

Prologue

Last night I seen him standing in a store, a gift shop. Just for that moment I was too shy, but I wasn't the only one, because he was too. We both shared looks, daring each other to open our mouths first. The guy in the shop had long, black hair, and the brightest emerald eye's he'd ever seen. There was a moment, something special. This chemistry was crazy from the get go .. and neither of us knew why. Would his courage allow him to go talk to him? Probably not, he just got out of a major relationship. What if his angel wasn't even seventeen, the same age as him. Would he care?

" Harry darling, isn't this the ring you wanted?" The moment was broken by a rough voice. Gray eyes turned to seek out the owner. A tall man, taller than his angel appeared. He had short, black hair, blue eyes, and was handsome himself, but not as beautiful as Harry, was that his name?

Harry ... turned around and looked at the box in the man's hand. A smile appeared over his face, he was practically glowing." Of course Oliver! This is lovely! Wait until I show Hermonie ..."

Oliver laughed, looking around the shop in happiness.' You know darling ... I could of brought you the shop ..."

The angel gave a sarcastic laugh, standing on his tip toes to kiss the 6 ft 2 boy." That's alright," He whispered against his lips." We do have a gift shop in our room."

The couple happily laughed before exiting the shop. He saw them get into a limo and take off.

A chuckle exit lips, he was a Malfoy ... The code rule was never to want someone. The gender really didn't matter, his father and mother wanted him to be the dominant one. Could he though if he loved Harry? Maybe he was getting to much of a crush on this angel ...

" Harry, what have I told you about the towels?" Harry turned around, his emerald eyes widening. Did Oliver see a mistake?

Oliver was what you could say ... a neat freak. Everything had to be perfect, it was a head thing truly. The towels had to be lined up perfectly. The cabinets canfoods had to be stacked neatly, but if they weren't ... hell would sure come. They had been married since he was fourteen, which makes it two years. Oliver was twenty four at the time, but legally managed to wed him. His parents had died when he was only 1 year old. Every since that day they died, he'd been living with his Uncle and Aunt Dursley. They didn't care for him and happily signed to have him married.

" What's wrong Oliver?" He asked, his emerald eyes clouding with fear. The taller man didn't say anything, but instead grabbed his wrist. Harry looked around their house, praying for god to save him. The man had everything, a mansion, a perfect house on the shore, but here he was about to beat his husband over a towel rack, it was insane.

When they got into the bathroom, Oliver shoved him roughly on the floor." Look at those towels, are these perfect?" He asked, throwing the towels off that rack with a growl.

The smaller boy quickly got up off the floor, but was struck down. He felt blood running down his lip and looked up at his ' husband ' ." I'll fix them."

Oliver smiled, almost as if he was amused. " Now, are you going to sulk around? Just like the pretty house wife you are."

Harry didn't reply, but slowly walked out of the bathroom not glancing at the towels. It was an hour of so later when the emerald eyed beauty felt a tap in his shoulder. Opening one eye, he saw the older man hunched over him. He had a gift, smiling, he sat up." For me?"

The coy man chuckled, although looking lost" Of course darling, you and only you."

Harry laughed, snatching the package out of his hand. This was another one of Olivers make up attempts, but it never numbed his pain. The pain he felt every time Oliver beat him. Opening it, he pulled out leather pants. Grinning, he watched Oliver eyes widen. " Put them on Darling." He said.

The sixteen year old quickly took off his old pants, and put on the leather ones. Before he could bottom them up, he was being jumped by his husband. It occurred to him that Oliver just wanted to see his favorite fantasy. Him in leather pants, it wasn't for Harry's happiness. Just for his husbands sexual habits. The kisses were cold, they almost hurt. Tears ran down his cheeks as they made love. Was this love, because this was all he ever knew?