Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Harry Potter that honour goes to the brilliant J.K Rowling.
Pairings: DM/HP
Warnings: SLASH (Means boyxboy relationships people!) if you don't like, don't read! Smut, Lemon, MPreg
A/N: Ok, this story is a companion to my other story 'Where's Harry? And what's up with Draco Malfoy?' You do not have to have read it to read this one. I hope that you enjoy it and please don't forget to review; I would really appreciate anything that you have to say about my story or writing in general.
Oh and the story kinda jumps right into the Lemon so...
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Our Little Secret: A Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy Story
"Stay" The word was whispered and Harry felt his lovers breath near his ear, he shuddered as warm loving arms encircled him from behind in a lose embrace, fingers trailing patterns on his skin and feather light kisses ghosted over his neck and shoulders. He moaned as a kiss was pressed onto his jaw line and he leaned back into the embrace. Lips met his in a chaste kiss before they pulled back. Harry stared into his lovers warm grey eyes and saw the rawness of the love that they held and knew that that same love was reflected in his own eyes. Moving slightly he turned in his lovers embrace and kissed him again, this time the kiss filled with overwhelming passion, need and desire, tongues dancing in a battle for dominance and hands tangling in messy locks of hair. They only separated when the need for air overcame them, lips red and swollen and eyes dark with lust, cheeks pink. Harry felt all gooey inside and moaned as his lips were peppered with light kisses which then travelled down his jaw line and neck. Through the hazy fog that was hanging over him he remember that there had been something important, something that he had felt that he had to do, though for the life of him he could not at that moment remember what it had been. Never mind. He let himself be guided back down onto the bed so that he was laying on his back, his lover staring adoringly down at him.
"I love you" the words made Harry tingle and glow inside. He opened his mouth to respond only to be stopped by another kiss, "Stay, please stay longer" the voice was pleading and Harry found himself nodding in response. He shivered as hands travelled down his naked chest and then moaned as they were followed by kisses being pressed lightly to his skin, his lover's mouth worshiping his body as he made his way down towards Harry's abdomen. He could not suppress the moan of pure delight as he felt his lover's tongue swish over his belly button and could not resist as he bucked his hips upwards. He could almost feel the smirk that he knew would be adorning his lover's face and turned his face sideways pressing his face into the pillow. He heard the breathy laugh of his lover as his head was gently turned so that he faced up- God how he loved that laugh- and his mouth was kissed, gently at first but then harder, turning into something so much more.
He did not resist as his pants were slowly pulled down so that more of his skin was revealed bit by bit, kisses being given to each bit of the skin as it was exposed. Harry moaned once more his eyes closing, finally laying naked on the bed. His eyes opened thought as he felt the loss of the presence of his partner, he opened his eyes slightly panicked and startled at the loss.
"Shh..." his lover made placating sounds and Harry settled, watching as his lover stripped himself of his own remaining clothes thankful that they had fallen asleep previously without any shirts on. His eyes drank in the sight of his lover's soft unblemished skin, he whimpered and his lover stared at him understandingly, stepping out of his trousers and once more joining Harry on the bed. This time he let Harry turn him over so that he was lying on his back staring up into the brilliant emerald green eyes that he loved so much. He shuddered lightly as he felt Harry's fingers trace the scar their gazes never once braking contact. He lifted on hand to trace the soft skin of Harry's face and brought his head down for a kiss. Harry's eyes closed for a moment. Both their foreheads touched for a minute before his lover turned them so that Harry was once again the one lying on his back. A smile played lazily over his lips and he sighed into the kiss that was pressed upon them. His lover nibbled at his lips asking for entrance which he granted opening up his mouth and feeling his lovers tongue slide in and begin mapping his mouth, memorizing the already familiar cavern.
Harry wrapped his legs around his lover's waist feeling his erection slide up against that of his lovers, moaning he bucked his hips making his lover groan and reply in kind.
"I need you" it was low and guttural and Harry slowly un-wrapped his legs from around his lover and spread them wide. His lover pecked his lips then began preparing him whispering all the while into his ear. The words had no meaning but they were soft, calm and loving and Harry relaxed as he felt the first finger brush up against his hole before penetrating it, stretching. A second then a third joined the first, stretching and scissoring, Harry gasped as they found that sweet spot within him and he clenched, his lover moaned and hit it again continuously as Harry bucked his hips upwards fucking himself on his lover's fingers. Suddenly he felt empty. He opened his eyes, he had not realised that he had closed them and watched as his lover quickly preformed the lubricant spell on himself for a second time. Funnily Harry had not noticed when he had done so the first time. Leaning forward his lover kissed him on the lips then positioned himself at Harry's hole. Harry gasped as he felt his lover's length penetrate him. They stayed still for a moment, his lover waiting patiently for Harry to be ready.
"Move" Harry gasped out once he had adjusted, then moaned as his lover's length filled him then pulled back in agonising slowness. He moaned again as his prostrate was hit again and again sending shock waves of pleasure through him so that he bucked his hips forcing his lovers cock further inside him. He could hear his lover moaning above him and knew that he was making the same kind of pleasure filled noises as they begun to move in time with each other.
"Harry Harry Harry" through the increasing wave of pleasure Harry heard his name being moaned by his lover as he moved inside of him loving the tightness of him around his cock. Harry whimpered as his lover's member slid almost all the way out of him then gasped as it was suddenly rammed back in hitting his prostrate. Up until that moment their love making had been slow and sweet, his lover's very action filled with the thought of providing pleasure and expressing in a physical sense just how much he was in love with and worshipped Harry. He pounded into Harry as Harry's arms tightened around his neck and fingernails gouged into his back increasing the pleasure that he was feeling. His hand was steadily pumping Harry's own cock in time with his movements and felt it as Harry's pleasure rose and he came all over his hand calling out his name.
"Draco!" Harry's come spurted out all over Draco's hand; that was the last straw for Draco, seeing his lover's face as he reached his climax he followed, his seed exploding inside of Harry.
Harry and Draco collapsed on the bed and Draco slid his flaccid cock from his lover. Turning Draco looked over at Harry and grinned wearily and cleaned them up with a wave of his wand. Harry smiled back as he felt Draco wrap his arms around him and pull him in a warm embrace.
"Love you Harry Potter-Malfoy" Draco whispered into Harry's soft messy hair, placing a kiss on his husband's head.
"And I love you Draco Potter-Malfoy" Harry responded his voice showing how tiered he was.
"Shh...It's ok go to sleep Harry, you don't have to go back tonight". Harry nodded, his head resting against Draco's firm chest as he fell asleep.
Draco smiled and watched his husband sleeping before drifting off to sleep himself a few minutes later.
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Harry woke feeling warm and loved. He snuggled further into the arms that were holding him and smiled as he felt the embrace tighten around him.
He felt as light kisses were pressed onto the back of his neck and he turned around and pressed a chaste kiss to Draco's lips "Morning" he murmured as Draco kissed him again.
"Morning Harry"
Suddenly Harry frowned, his nose crinkling as he thought about something, an action which Draco found incredibly cute. Then he smiled, "you sly Slytherin" he said kissing Draco once more, "I was going to go back last night-"
"Ahh but I'm your Slytherin"
Harry hummed happily "Yes, yes you are your My Slytherin. My Draco" he kissed him again, "and I really do like waking up like this, with you" another kiss.
Draco smirked down at him and said, "of course you do". Harry groaned and hit him weakly on the chest turning his face so that Draco couldn't see the smile that graced it.
"Prat" he said even though he was still smiling. Draco laughed then and Harry quickly shut him up with another kiss this one more lingering than the last few, Draco gently nipped on Harry's lower lip asking for entrance and then proceeded to tease Harry's tongue out. Harry moaned into the kiss and Draco smiled-only he could get Harry to react like this.
Several kisses later Harry groaned and sat up, even though it was the weekend he still had to get up early so he could make it to Gryffindor Tower without anyone noticing that he hadn't spent the night there. More than anything he wished that he could spend all his time with Draco and that their relationship could be out in the open but he and Draco had decided that while they were still in Hogwarts that it was best if it was kept as a secret. Professor Dumbledore knew however of their relationship and so did Professor Snape, him being Draco's godfather and Remus who was the closest thing to family that Harry had since Sirius had died. Harry definitely didn't consider the Dursleys' family. Draco's mother Narcissa Malfoy also knew of course and Draco's father was dead. The reasons for keeping their relationship and marriage a secret was simple Draco would face trouble with his fellow Slytherins if they knew about them. Another reason was Harry's fellow Gryffindors, he knew that Hermione would be happy for him as soon as she saw how much they loved each other, Ginny too but it was Ron that he was really worried about. Ron hated the Malfoy's, he hated Draco. Besides that the Press would have a field day, he could see that headlines now 'Saviour Harry Potter caught in Death Eater Marriage scandal' yeah right like he wanted anymore publicity. They had talked about the future together and were determined that after Hogwarts when things had died down some more from Voldemort's defeat they would tell everyone then. For the moment though hiding was a pain and they both hated it vehemently even though Professor Dumbledore had told them both that it was for the best. He knew that he should tell his friends and if not Ron then at lest he should tell Hermione but for some strange reason he just couldn't bring himself to. He knew that they would both be extremely upset with him and he just hoped that they would be able to forgive him once they knew the truth.
Harry stood up from the bed and stretched, he turned around and gazed wickedly at his lover who was watching him apt from the bed, his eyes raking over Harry's lean muscular body which was still naked from last night's activities. "I'm going to take a shower, care to join me?" He didn't bother waiting for an answer, walking strait into the bathroom that joined onto Draco's rooms knowing that his husband would be following him. It was so good that Draco had his own rooms, one of the perks of being the Head Boy. Hermione of course as Head Girl had her own rooms as well but they were thank goodness in a whole other area of the castle. It was a good thing too as the chances of Hermione catching him leaving Draco's rooms would be that much higher otherwise.
Harry turned on the taps in the shower, one hand outstretched to make sure that the temperature was ok before he stepped inside. Satisfied with the temperature he stepped into the shower and let himself be engulfed by the water. He smiled as he felt arms wrap around his waist and he lent back into the muscular chest of his lover. Draco nipped at his ear affectionately and Harry turned around to grin at him "Wash me?" he purred seductively causing Draco to immediately harden, his eyes growing dark with lust before he captured his husbands lips and proceeded to snog Harry senseless.
Draco's eyes twinkled as he kissed along Harry's jaw then began trailing kisses along Harry's chest, his tongue flicking out to tease his nipples, causing Harry to let out an involuntary moan and arch his back in pleasure as he stroked his hardened cock at the same time. He kept stroking as he made his way down Harry's body licking and kissing Harry's skin as he went. Then on his knees in front of Harry he licked Harry's member, his tongue running over the slit as he teased him with his lips before engulfing Harry with his mouth. Harry moaned in pleasure and fisted his hands in Draco's hair as he tried his hardest not to buck his hips, forcing himself further into Draco's mouth.
Draco then pulled back and Harry whimpered at the loss of contact then gasped as Draco began teasing him, running his tongue up and down Harry's cock, swirling around the head numerous times his tongue flicking over the slit, eliciting moans of pleasure from Harry.
Harry bucked his hips unable to control himself anymore, pleasure overriding all his senses as he lost himself to Draco forcing himself into his lover's mouth. God Draco's mouth felt so good and then Draco reached up, one of his hands massaging the insides of Harry's thighs before gently stroking the hanging sac between Harry's legs.
Harry threw his head back, hitting the shower wall ignoring the pain that flared up from the harsh contact with the tiles. All his thoughts and feelings were dominated for the moment by Draco and he hardly felt or recognised the pain.
Harry rode wave after wave of pure ecstasy as Draco continued to worship him with his mouth and that talented tongue of his and he screamed out in pleasure as Draco made him come with a single decisive flick of his tongue over his weeping slit. Draco grinned and pulled back to look up at Harry licking his lips and swallowing the essence that was Harry.
Harry shuddered, leaning against the shower wall for support and looked down at Draco, his eyes half closed as he came down from his post orgasm haze. His eyes trailed low over his lover's body as he stood up and he grinned, "Looks like you still have a bit of a problem love" he whispered huskily as he leaned forward so that his lips brushed against Draco's ear, "Would you like me to take care of that for you?"
Draco's eyes closed and he moaned in pleasure as he felt Harry take him in his hand and begin teasing him with soft caresses.
"Open your eyes Love" Harry practically purred as he nibbled lightly at the outer shell of Draco's ear. Draco's eyes opened until he was staring at Harry with half lidded eyes. He struggled to keep them open as he felt the pleasure that Harry was eliciting from him role over him in waves.
Harry loved Draco's eyes, most of the time the boy was forced to adopt the cold mask that he had crafted for himself over the years- ever the Slytherin and the Malfoy- however when he was with Harry that mask was shattered, he didn't need to wear the mask around his lover and let his true thoughts and feelings show on his face plain as day.
With one final decisive stroke which caused Draco to moan Harry made Draco come and they leaned against each other panting.
After washing themselves thoroughly they exited the shower and managed to dress themselves in their robes. Harry watched for a while as Draco began brushing his teeth before stepping over to the sink to join him, their eyes met in the mirror and he smiled as he picked up his own toothbrush squirting out some toothpaste onto the brush. Harry loved the mornings even though he never had much time to spend with Draco in them. He loved waking up next to the blonde, being held and holding Draco in return, he loved the morning kisses-and he grinned, the blowjobs in the shower. He also loved the simple acts of getting ready in the morning such as this, brushing their teeth and he loved watching as Draco brushed his hair. Draco loved his hair, Harry did too, and he loved the colour and the feel of it as he ran it through with his fingers. He also loved the way that Draco would run his fingers through Harry's own hair and the way that he would place a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Finished getting ready for the morning Harry lingered at the portrait hole not wanting to venture out and leave his beloved husband. Draco watched him with loving eyes understanding what was going on in his lovers mind. Smiling he gathered Harry up in his arms, comforting him with his embrace, lightly he kissed him on the head. His smile was filled with the love that he felt for Harry and the same could be seen in his eyes but in the corners Harry could see trace hints of sadness at having to part once more. He lifted Harry's chin so that they were looking into one another's eyes before he captured his mouth with his own.
"Love you" he said, "now go play nice with the gryffindorks".
Harry smiled despite himself, "I'm in Gryffindor too you know, so does that mean that I'm a gryffindork?"
"No, no you're not. You're my Harry" Draco kissed him one last time before watching as Harry stepped out of the portrait hole, his invisibility cloak draped around him.
"Love you too" it was barely audible, a whisper, but Draco heard it as he turned around to close the portrait and smiled.
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Harry managed to make it back to the Gryffindor Common room without any hassles; he didn't even see any teachers or students which he was extremely grateful for. The Fat Lady was still asleep in her portrait when Harry got to the entrance, curlers in her hair and softly snoring.
"Shrivelfig" he said the password and waited grinning as he did so, his mind instantly flickering to his friend. Neville Longbottom had a rather bad history with remembering the Gryffindors passwords, a fact which led to Sirius being able to gain access into the dormitory in their third year, because he had found the piece of parchment where Neville had written down all of the latest passwords. This password at least he could remember as it was Herbology related. Herbology being the subject in which he was the most enthusiastic about, Harry had no doubt that he would be seeking out a career after Hogwarts that would involve Herbology.
Even though he had said the password the Fat Lady had still not woken up, he sighed inwardly. She was going to be annoyed at being woken up and he didn't really want to be yelled at, not when he for the most part was feeling so immensely happy- it was just something that being with Draco seemed to do to him. He paused for a moment before repeating the password just a little bit louder than before and was rewarded as she opened her eyes. She looked around, puzzlement on her face, her tired eyes gazing blearily out from her portrait as she tried to locate whoever had woken her and disturbed her from her sleep. Harry panicked momentarily as she began to close her eyes, then understanding washed over him and he whipped off his invisibility cloak. He had forgotten that he was still hidden under it as he waited for her to wake up, his thoughts drawn away by thoughts of his friends and his beautiful husband who he was already starting to miss terribly. In fact he had started missing him before they had even parted company, knowing that it would most likely be a few hours before they could be together again.
"Shrivelfig" he said again insistently as the Fat Lady glared at him, not at all unfazed by his sudden appearance from seemingly nowhere, he guessed that she was used to it after all it wasn't the first time that he had suddenly appeared from out under the invisibility cloak in front of her.
"Oh so it's you Mr. Potter disturbing my rest" she complained, but the portrait opened up nether the less and he stepped inside. He could still hear her as she mumbled complaints about being woken up under her breath and he breathed a heavy sigh of relief that she had not refused to open the portrait until she had thoroughly berated him for being rude.
The common room he was glad to see was empty; all the students still up in their dorms probably sleeping. Harry sat down in one of the comfy chairs by the fire and contented his self for waiting for Ron and the others to come down from their room. Their room, it sounded so wrong now almost. He hardly ever spent the night in his room; his room was with Draco in Draco's private room. It wasn't Draco's it was theirs, their room. Together.
With the warmth from the fire and the comfortable chair that he was sitting in he drifted off to sleep only to be roused later by the sight of his grinning best friend who was shaking his shoulder in an attempt to wake him. Ron shook him one more time, making sure that he was well and truly awake.
"Hey mate, time to wake up, what are you doing sleeping out here anyway?"Ron asked, "Did you even sleep in your bed at all last night?"
"Wha... yeah, yeah I did" and technically he supposed it was true he had slept in his bed last night, just not the one that Ron was talking about.
"Oh well, come on mate, we have to go meet up with Hermione for breakfast".
Harry eased himself from the chair stretching as he stood up and grinned back at Ron, "Yeah, I'm starved".
Together they walked down to the Entrance hall to meet up with Hermione, missing the days when they could all walk down together. It was much simpler back then Hermione would make sure that they were both up in time and got down to breakfast before it ended. Now they had to get themselves up and ready in time. Well actually Harry mused, really it was just Ron; it was Draco now who made sure that Harry was ready in the mornings. That thought caused Harry to smile widely and Ron to look at him funny. Harry shook his head when asked what he was thinking about, waving off Ron's questions and mentally sighed in relief when he left it alone.
"You're late" Hermione chastised them as they approached. She was sitting on the steps leading into the Entrance Hall reading a book, which of course was typical Hermione behaviour.
Harry smiled at her, "Sorry Hermione".
"Yeah, it was all Harry's fault-he was asleep!"
"Thanks Ron" Harry grumbled as he shoved his friends playfully to let him know that he didn't really mind that he had just dobbed him into Hermione.
"Really you two, you should know better, I can't be there to make sure that you get to places on time all the time you know" she sighed as she raked a critical eye over her two best friends appraising them. At least even if they were late it seemed that they didn't need her help in any other aspects of getting ready for the day. Thank God, that that be the case. However when it came to doing their homework, that was a different case all together, they were always after her help then.
"Sorry Hermione" they toned listlessly as Hermione stood up and they walked into the great Hall together for breakfast.
Draco was already seated at his usual spot at the Slytherin table when Harry and his two friends walked in, late for breakfast.
The instant that Harry walked into the room his eyes wandered until they found Draco and he smiled briefly, knowing that his husband had seen him before looking away. After all it would do him no good if any one saw him staring for too long at the Slytherins, a silly grin on his face, especially not when he was around Hermione. Really Hermione was just too smart and way too perceptive for her own good.
Draco's own eyes lit up momentarily when he saw Harry walk into the Hall, the weasel and Granger by his side, before letting his cool mask of indifference slide back onto his face. The smile that pulled at the corners of his lips and the sparkle that had lit up his eyes the instant he saw his husband was so brief that no one even noticed the change in expression... no one that is but Harry.
As Harry sat down and exchanged hello's with his fellow Gryffindors he kept sneaking small sly glances at his husband out the corner of his eye, trying to be inconspicuous. Draco was doing the same over at the Slytherin table, every now and again his eyes would momentarily flicker over to where Harry was seated before settling once again upon Blaise Zabini who he was conversing with.
Blaise was talking rather avidly about the latest book that he had been reading and Draco was trying to listen but he really was not interested at all, at present his mind was filled with thinking about Harry and ways in which they would be able to steal some time alone together. At the same time though he managed to appear as if he were interested even adding his own opinions and responding to the questions that he was asked giving no indication at all that his mind was otherwise occupied somewhere else.
Meanwhile at the Gryffindor table Ron was taking great delight in trying to stuff as many pieces of bacon as possible into his mouth. Harry felt slightly nauseated at the sight and hastily turned away and attempted to eat his own breakfast without looking at Ron. Hermione it seemed had noticed as well and squawked, "Ronald Weasley! Your eating habits are absolutely appalling! How anyone can stand to have that much food shoved in their mouths at once...You really must learn some manners!"
Harry suppressed a laugh that threatened to escape, listening to Hermione who had managed to sound rather scarily like Molly Weasley. Not that he would be telling wither of his friends that though, he wasn't quite sure how they would take it.
Ron finished his mouthful and looked over at Harry rolling his eyes, Harry grinned back at him silently communicating back to him that he understood. Privately though he agreed with Hermione, Ron's eating habits definitely did leave a lot to be desired for.
Thankfully for Ron, Hermione went back to eating her breakfast and reading her book, the same book that she had been reading earlier and Harry knew that it would be something that she had picked up from the library for a bit of 'light reading'. Of course in Harry's opinion nothing that was as thick as the book Hermione currently had her nose buried in could be considered 'light reading; by any standards other than Hermione's.
The rest of Breakfast passed quite uneventfully, which Harry was thankful for. He got into a heated discussion about what was better Quidditch or Football between Ron and Dean, Dean who still loved the muggle sport and Ron who had absolutely no understanding of the game whatsoever. Harry thought the argument was rather pointless, neither was going to change their opinions- and he knew this for a fact because they had been having the same argument ever since first year. He gradually faded out of the conversation and found himself sneaking looks at Draco.
He watched as slowly Draco stood up with Blaise and Pansy and exited the hall, making eye contact with the blonde for a second before the trio exited the Hall. He slumped in his seat and waited for his friends to finish up so that they could exit too. The sooner that they did so he could get whatever Homework Plan Hermione had set out for them over with and after he spent some time with his friends he could think up an excuse to go and see Draco.
When they finally left the Hall, breakfast was almost over and Harry and Ron were following Hermione out, one pace behind her. Both were rolling their eyes and grinning at each other discreetly behind her back as she discussed study plans for their NEWTS.
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It wasn't until much later in the day that Harry got any time to be with Draco. Hermione had kept him in the common room for most of the morning doing homework and then after lunch Ron had roped him into playing a game of exploding snap with him followed by a game of Wizards Chess. Ron of course winning the chess game, Harry had nowhere near the same amount of talent for chess as his friend but that was a fact that he didn't mind. Harry had finally managed to escape by saying that he was going for a walk. Ron and Hermione had offered to go with him but he had shaken them off, saying that he needed some alone time, which the respected, they understood the need to sometimes be by yourself. Harry was especially grateful that they had not pushed the matter; he supposed that they thought that he needed some time to think. He had after all just gotten rid of Voldemort in the last year and they probably thought that he needed some time to think about things. Of course though they were wrong, Harry just wanted to spend some time with his Husband.
Harry reached a corridor that was empty and stopped before moving any closer towards Draco's rooms. His invisibility cloak was stuffed in his book bag and he pulled it out. Draco had told no one the location of his rooms or the password, only he, Professor Snape and of course Dumbledore who knew everything about the castle knew the location. It was something that Draco's Slytherin friends were rather irate about and were constantly pestering Draco about it, hoping that he would relent and tell them. Draco of course never relented, his rooms were one of the only safe havens where he and Harry could be together and he was not about to jeopardise that by telling anyone. Harry was immensely grateful for that, it would be a disaster if say Pansy or Blasie walked in on them together- sexual or otherwise.
The portrait that guarded the entrance to Draco's Head Boy rooms was of a beautiful witch called Augustine who had a rather stuffy personality and was not one for conversation. Harry knew that the witch in real life had been a pureblood and her attitude defiantly represented her upper-class status as she clearly thought that she was better than everybody else. She had lived century ago- before the rise of Voldemort and so held no prejudice that Harry could distain about half bloods and muggle-borns which he thought was rather a good thing. According to Draco she was famous for inventing some potion or other –Harry hadn't really been listening, it was potions, who could blame him.
There was no one around to see Harry but he did not take off his invisibility cloak as he spoke the password and entered the rooms. Augustine did not even bat an eyelid or speak as her portrait swung open, she was far too used to Harry being invisible and it did not faze her in the slightest.
Draco's private rooms had a sitting room, similar to the Slytherin dorms and common room it was decorated in green and silver-Slytherins house colours. From the sitting room there were two other rooms, the bathroom and bedroom. There was no kitchen as it was not needed as students took their meals in the Great Hall. Harry moved into the sitting room and placed his book bag down on one of the couches; he could hear water running in the bathroom and settled down in one of the armchairs by the fire to wait.
He heard the water turn off and smiled as a moment later Draco walked out of the bathroom towel drying his hair. Most of the time Draco would never come out of the bathroom without his hair being the epitome of perfection, though sometimes like right now he did, relaxing in his own private space. He walked over to Harry, throwing the towel on the ground, his hair deemed dry enough, and sat straddling Harry's lap as he leaned down for a kiss.
"Missed you" Draco said when he pulled away and stood up again; turning so that he could go and pick up the towel that he had left lying on the floor so that he could kiss Harry.
"Missed you too Dray"
Draco disappeared for a while, putting the towel in the bathroom and making sure that his hair looked alright. Harry thought that Draco's obsession with his hair was cute, even though he got extremely annoyed at him sometimes because of it, he was just glad that he didn't wear it all slicked back like he used to in first year anymore.
Draco came back into the sitting room and sat down on the couch, "you managed to get away at the perfect time; I just got back from Quidditch practice it ran a little later than I was planning on"
"I guess I'm just psychic then" Harry laughed and ducked as Draco threw a cushion at his head.
"Idiot" he said but Harry could tell that he was grinning even though he had his face turned away and he couldn't see his expression.
Harry grinned and moved so that he was sitting next to Draco on the couch, "yeah, but you still love me". Draco didn't respond- well at least not verbally; he turned and kissed Harry, thrusting his tongue into his lover's mouth and coaxing Harry's tongue out, as they battled to dominate the kiss.
"See what you do to me?" Draco asked when they finally separated for need of air, "I go crazy for you."
Harry just grinned cheekily and drew him into another kiss...
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Harry stopped on the last step of the top of the Astronomy tower, he had just looked up, too absorbed in his own thoughts to see the other person that was there.
'Malfoy, what are you doing here?'
'Like it's really any of your business Potter' Draco sneered as he looked up at the Gryffindor Golden boy, 'Where's your friends, the Weasel and the Mudblood? I didn't think that you went anywhere without them'
'Don't call her that, Hermione's ten times the wizard than you'll ever be'. Harry waited for the snappy comeback, the hex that he was sure to come flying his way. He was surprised when neither came.
'Just go away Potter, go back to your little Gryffindor friends and your perfect life. Just leave me alone'. Draco turned his back on Harry, shocking him further, this was different to the Draco that Harry knew, the Draco that Harry knew would never turn his back to an enemy- not even Saint Potter. Harry just stood there stunned, not sure on what he should be doing, Draco turned around again, 'I told you to leave Potter, what's wrong with you? Did you fall off your broom and damage your brain?'
'Shut up Malfoy' Harry responded almost instinctively, fighting with Draco had become a habit over the last four years, he didn't even have to think about it consciously to respond to the Slytherins taunts. He took a step further into the tower, off the steps then stopped wavering unsure whether he should turn around and do what Malfoy said or if he should stay for what though he was unsure.
They were both silent for a while, Harry floundering in the temporary peace that was seemingly between them at that moment, he moved so that he was standing a little way off from Draco, but so that he was standing looking out over the grounds from over the parapet, just as Draco was.
'I know you're not lying' It was barely a whisper and Harry was unsure whether Draco had really spoken at all or if it was just his imagination. Then Draco spoke again and Harry was now sure that Draco had really spoken before. This time he turned around so that he was looking at Draco as the other boy spoke, 'I believe you. That he's back, I believe you'. Draco still looked out over the grounds as he continued speaking, 'I know not many others do. I do though'. He turned so that he was looking at Harry as he spoke the last sentence, 'And I'm scared'. He left the tower then not even looking back at Harry as he did so. Harry hadn't spoken at all as Draco talked too stunned that Draco was actually talking to him and by what he was hearing. He didn't move from his position staring after Draco for quite some time, processing what had happened. After he left the tower that night he didn't talk to Draco again before they went home for the end of year break, not even to trade harsh words in the corridor like usual and so he didn't think anymore about what had transpired letting it slip to the back of his brain. But later it was something that he thought back on a lot. It was the beginning.
...
He caught him coming back from Quidditch practice, his own broom was slung over his shoulder going in the opposite direction, ready to make good use of the vacated pitch. As they passed he looked into the others eyes and spoke softly even though no one else was around to hear them, 'I meant what I said. Last year, I know that you're not lying even though everyone says that you are. I meant every word that I said to you'.
'What...Wait, Malfoy...?' Harry was shocked but by the time he managed to speak Draco had already walked away.
It was strange after that, Malfoy no longer antagonised Harry and his friends as much as he had previously and when they did fight the same venom and malice that had always been there seemed to be lacking. When they fought neither boy had the same passion in them as they had during their previous fights, no one noticed though and it was questionable whether they actually noticed it themselves. Something was changing.
...
Harry was alone in the library, sitting at one of the hidden tables near the back away from prying eyes working on his potions essay that he had left until the last minute to do when he felt someone come up behind him. The person then sat down across the table at him, observing him silently. He looked up to see none other than Draco Malfoy.
'What do you want Malfoy? I'm not in the mood for your games right now' he sighed and glared across the table at his rival.
'Whoa, no need for dramatics Potter. Anyway where's the rest of the Golden Trio, Granger's not going to jump out from behind a bookcase is she?' Harry almost laughed at the mental image that created, before he remembered who was talking to him.
'She's not here; she's in the common room surprisingly' he replied, whishing that she had been there, and then he might not have to put up with Malfoy's annoying presence. The Slytherin had been acting different lately and Harry had no idea what to make of it. 'Ron's with her, Hermione's got him truly whipped'.
Draco smiled then, it didn't last long but it shocked Harry who had never seen Draco smile before and he had to admit that it made him look- nice. Actually he thought that he looked god Damm sexy but he wasn't going to let himself admit that, there was absolutely NO way.
'So, potions, I could help you with that...if you want' Draco offered waving his hand over towards Harry's essay.
'What are you up to Malfoy, are you going to sabotage my essay so that Snape gives me a detention for incompetence or something?' Harry narrowed his eyes as he tried figure out what the blonde was up to.
'No'. The answer was simple and Harry was momentarily put off expecting more from his companion than the short answer that had been provided.
'What are you doing here then?' he asked puzzlement showing on his face.
'Really Potter, I thought that what I was doing here would have been quite obvious, obviously not though to someone with as small a brain as you, I'm offering to help you with your potions essay' Draco sneered and his voice took on a slightly mocking tone .
'Whatever Malfoy' Harry said, looking back to his essay not wanting to get into a fight.
'Really though Potter, I'll help, I know Potions isn't your best subject' he grinned and Harry sighed in resignation.
'Sure, fine. I don't understand this crap anyway'
'Language Potter' but he was still grinning as he pulled the book that Harry was referencing over towards him, 'You'd be better of using 'Hemming and Walsh's Analysing the effects of Potions on Magical Creatures'.
...
He caught up with Harry who was preparing to go down to Care of Magical Creatures after lunch and pulled him aside unnoticed by any of the students or staff, 'So you going out with the female Weasley then?'
'Not that it's any of your business Malfoy, what do you care anyway?' Harry replied testily. Although he and Draco had achieved something close to a truce over the past year, he still didn't know what to think of the blonde, who had once been his enemy.
'I just don't like seeing her hanging off you like that'
'Why Malfoy anyone would think that you were jealous' Harry smiled teasingly at the other boy as he spoke, the thought that Draco could possibly be jealous seeming absolutely absurd to him.
'What if I am?' Draco's response stunned Harry so that he couldn't respond. Draco watched Harry silently for a while before, an expression of contemplation on his face before spinning on his heel sharply and walking away in the opposite direction to which Harry was headed.
~ 'What if I am?'~ The words confused Harry and he didn't know what to think of them and of the possibility that Draco Malfoy might like him.
He didn't speak to Draco for a few weeks after that, though he wasn't sure if the blonde was avoiding him on purpose or not and then all of a sudden things were the same. Draco would suddenly show up out of the blue sometime and they would talk for a while, sometimes helping each other with homework and the topic of what Draco had said about being jealous never came up again. It was a tenuous relationship that they had and neither had dared to label it, not quite sure what was between them, whether they were friends or just simply 'not enemies'.
...
'Hey Draco' Harry acknowledged as he sat down on the other side of the desk in the library where Draco was currently sitting.
Draco looked up and nodded, 'Hello Harry' he said before checking that no other students were around, it would do neither of them good to see Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy acting civilly towards each other.
Draco looked back down at the book he was studying for transfiguration then back up at his companion who had begun to speak. 'Hermione's going insane at the moment she just caught some third years trying to sneak off with some Dung bombs, they wanted to get Filch with them. Personally I think that it would be really funny to see but it's not so fun to be around Hermione at the moment' he started laughing.
'That would be funny. What about the Weasel, where's he, his girlfriend yelling at him too?'
'You know you shouldn't call Ron that' Harry said, though his tone had no malice in it, 'he's my friend too you know'.
'Fine' Draco agreed easily, 'just don't expect me to be friends with him or start liking him'
Harry smiled and Draco instantly felt warm and he fought hard to keep a blush from rising to his cheeks. He loved it when Harry smiled.
Draco's thoughts then trailed off as he thought about all the things that he liked about Harry. He was glad that they were friends now, even though they couldn't be so in public but he knew that he was starting to care much more about that Gryffindor.
Draco then realised that Harry had been talking and he tuned back in to hear what Harry was saying, 'Hermione's not his girlfriend though' 'Probably 'because Ron's so dense, I can see that they like each other, they just don't know it yet'.
...
Harry was sitting down in a secluded area near the lake, he needed some time to think after all the events that had happened recently. He turned around as he heard another person come up behind him. He wasn't all that surprised to see that it was Draco Malfoy as he did have a habit of suddenly popping up when Harry was alone. He sat down next to Harry and turned to face him.
'I heard what happened. At the Ministry, with the Dark Lord'
'Not surprising, your Dad was there'
'Yeah... at least everyone knows that you're not lying now. That's good'
'Malfoy-'
'It's Draco remember'
'-Draco, I actually came out here to be alone...'
'You can talk to me you know, no matter what you might think, I'm not like them, I'm...I'm not a Death Eater', he looked away at this point, 'I don't want to be either. I'm glad you know, glad that they caught him...my father. I'm glad'.
It was silent for a while before either of them spoke again, both boys staring out over the lake.
'I want to help you Harry. I don't want to be like my father, a blindness follower of a madman'
He looked up again and met Harry's eyes, 'And I'm sorry, I heard about Black. He was your Godfather right?'
'Yeah, he was. He wasn't guilty you know'
'Yeah, I know...'
Then Harry was crying, and he didn't care that Draco was there to see him. 'It's my entire fault, if I hadn't gone to the ministry, if I had of checked properly beforehand...' his words were muffled by his sobs and became indistinguishable so that Draco couldn't tell what he was saying.
Draco had been shocked at first when Harry had started to cry and unsure of what he should do. He moved closer to him and embraced him, trying to soothe the other boy, the boy that he had grown to care so much for during the last year during the tender truce that had gradually grown between them which had eventually lead to the friendship that they currently shared.
Harry noticed when arms were wrapped around him and he leaned into the embrace, feeling warm, safe and secure. He heard as words meant for comfort were whispered in his ear, but he couldn't process what they said, all he knew was that they were soothing and made him feel calm.
Draco let Harry cry himself out and then they just sat for a while looking at the stars and listening to the sounds of the night that surrounded them.
'Harry'
Harry turned around to face Draco who was suddenly looking very nervous, 'Draco'.
'I don't know if now's the right time but...I' he paused unsure as he tread what was new territory for him, 'I like you, allot and I'll be here for you'. Then he leaned over and he was kissing Harry. Harry was shocked and didn't move as Draco leaned over and pressed their lips together and then he was kissing back. He gasped as he felt Draco lightly nip at his bottom lip allowing Draco access to his mouth with his tongue.
...
TBC