Midnight in his Manor...

London. 4th June of 1999. It was rainy, dark night. Nobody didn't even think of going out, because the wind was blowing strongly. Strange thing, some would say, because it was almost summer. But, London has never been warm and sunny place. Well, almost never. Because, if you're happy and satisfied, not even a rain will ruin your day. Everything seem to be sunny and shiny. And people seem so kind, even if they weren't so.

In cosy, small apartment in the subburb, lived 19-year-old young man. His wild black hair was covering a scar on his forehead. And his courious green, eyes were "smiling" behind round-shaped glasses. Yes, that was Harry Potter, once known as "The Boy Who Lived". But, since the Dark Lord's fall (2 years ago), nobody talks or writes about him. Because he doesn't want to be famous. He never did.

"I know I ruined his life! I don't want any fame, I just want to see him again", he thought and almost cried. Of course, he wasn't thinking about Dark Lord, the monster that had killed his parents, but about his secret love. Draco Malfoy. Draco was a Death Eater, and when Harry defeated Voldemort, Draco's mother killed herself and his father moved to France. He left Draco alone, pennyless... And tomorrow will be his 19th birthday. Harry couldn't possible believe that he'd spent his birthday all by himself, abandoned, in his big and cold castle. All alone...
"Maybe I should visit him!" Harry said out loud.

A few minutes later Harry arrived to Draco's home. On the giant, iron gate was written: Malfoy Manor. Harry sighed and opened it. The luxurious park was flawless, Malfoys were perfectionists. Harry was careful, he looked left and right, and finally came in front of the sumptuous castle made of white marble. Harry sighed again and slowly knocked.

"Who is it?" he heard calm, familiar voice.

"It's me, Draco", he answered in temptation, "Open the door, please. I want to talk to you..."

"Why should I do that?! Get out of my home! Leave me alone!" Draco said immediately. But, Harry never gives up:

"Do you really want to be alone? Isn't any guest better than no guest at all?"

Then, he heard steps at the other side of door. After that, the door opened. And Draco was standing behide them - dressed in black robe made of silk. His blonde hair was as long as his father's, and he was as slim as he always was. His pose was so elegant and breath-taking, simply divine. But, his eyes didn't seem to be insolent and proud anymore, but sad and even tired. Like he was already an old man. That surprised Harry, he didn't want to see Draco sad. He wanted to make him happy.

"Come in. I was just drinking champagne, 200 years old one. Do you want to join me?" he smiled, but he was still sad.

"Of course. Please, forgive me! I didn't want to ruin your life. I was just..."

"I had forgiven you long before you came to apologize, Potter. Dark Lord would have killed me if you hadn't destoy him. Thank you, I need to apologize. I was the bad one, but I didn't want it to be!"

Harry waved his head and replyed:

"You weren't bad, Draco. I think of you as a victim."

Draco gave him a glass of champagne. Harry tasted it and said:

"It's delicious! Erm... Do you live here all alone?"

"Yes. I miss my previous life. With friends, parents. And with you... Harry..."

Harry almost chocked when he heard that. The delightful smile played on his face. That was a dream-come-true for him! He looked Draco in his bright eyes. Was he joking? No, of course not, his eyes were too sincere, Harry could see it. He couldn't resist, and he approached to Draco with the smile on his face. They could hear the old clock - it was already midnight.

"Happy Birthday", said Harry tenderly, and smiled.

Draco came closer to him and kissed him gently. Harry could feel his fresh, minty breath, tip of his tongue and soft lips. He touched Draco's blonde, almost white hair and hugged him passionately. Draco started kissing his neck, then just stopped for a moment, and said:

"Let's go to my room, shall we?"

He was gentleman, he always was. Harry nodded, Draco held his hand and led him to his room.
It was dark, but showy. The only light were candles with green flame. So in Slytherin-style! The lange bed with scarlett satin sheets was standing in the middle of room.

"It's beautiful!" yelled Harry. Draco smiled to him and simpy answered:

"Doesn't matter. The only thing I care about is you, not my room or my material properties."

He threw himself on the bed and looked Harry deeply. Harry joined him. Draco removed his robe and showed his perfect torso. His pale skin looked even whiter because of the green flames. Harry touched his flat abdomen with his finger tips and Draco took Harry's shirt off. Harry kissed him and pull him on himself. Draco smiled, and whispered in his ear:

"I was waiting for this moment since the day I met you..."

"Tell me about it..."

Harry closed his eyes. He could feel Draco's tip of the tounge around his belly button. It was heavenly. Then Draco unbuttomed and took Harry's trousers off. Slowly, so he might feel everything. Harry was breathing deeply, he still couldn't believe what's happening.

"Draco, I lo..." but Draco shut his mouth with his elegent hand. Then he smiled and said:

"You'll tell me later, my love. Not now."

Harry opened his eyes and saw Draco's Dark Mark on his left forearm for the first time. And it looked even darker because of his pale skin. Preety odd, thought Harry, he was making love with ex-Death Eater...

A half an hour later...
Both of them were lying on the bed. And both of them were happy and breathless.

"My father would kill me if he found out!" Draco laughed. And so did Harry.

"Yes, I bet he would!"

Harry held Draco's hip and said:

"I love you, Draco. More than anything in the world. I would give up my life for you, I want you to know that..."

"Yes, I know that, Harry. I feel the same..."

Draco sat on Harry's legs and he was above him. Then he bent and kissed him again. Harry wanted to make this moment eternal, he didn't want to get out of Draco's room and, even worse, of his house. He didn't want to stop being with him, or not to feel his breath again. The Dark Lord is not here any more, but it was still wrong. Harry was engageed to Ginny, his best friend's sister, but he didn't love her. He never did. And Draco's friends wouldn't be too happy either if they saw them. He knew that Draco had a fiancee, too. She was from rich and pureblood family, but Draco didn't love her either.

But there were loads of people who didn't approve them together...

"Would you leave me if somebody told you to?" asked Harry, with hope, of course.

"No, certanly not. Why are you asking me that? I will never leave you, unless if you want me to..."

"Why would I want you to?"

"I don't know. Why do you ask, then?"

"Because of your father. What if he would want to split us up??"

"I don't care. He is way to protective. But, I'm not a child anymore...

"Yes, I can see that", Harry laughed. Draco looked him with a smile and continued:

"... and nobody can tell me what to do. We'll run awai if we must, Harry. I promise, I won't leave you."

"Okay. Thank you, my love. Thank you so much..."

Harry had a strange feeling that something bad would come. He didn't know why. That's why he asked Draco about leaving him. But' he couldn't imagine his life without him anymore.