My First Harry Potter fic. I hope you guys like it.

Also I only do this once, since it is fanfiction. I don't see a reason to constantly repeat myself.

But here I go. Wish me luck

I don't own Harry Potter.

Das ist alles.

Chapter 1

*I wish I could save your life, but I doubt you would ever thank me for it. You know sometimes, I bet you wished you were dead?*

~I can assure you, fool, that my life does not need any saving. And who are you to tell me what is on my mind?~

Blaise sighed softly to himself, watching Draco meticulously fold a piece of paper into a paper crane. Before laying back on the bed of the overly large room.

Now that the war was over and the trials wrapping up, there was nothing left for him to do other than go back to Hogwarts and finish out his last year. It was a real shame, considering, his side had lost the war. But eh...he wasn't really complaining, as soon as he finished his education it was back to Italy to take over mother's estate. No more UK, no more Hogwarts and no more Harry Potter and the golden trio.

He was still keeping that charmed poster of Granger though.

"Draco, what the hell is taking so long?" Blaise questioned, annoyance lacing his otherwise bored tone as Draco went about the room... with that stupid crane.

Draco gave him a scathing look, before muttering something quietly under his breath. Suddenly the crane spreads it's wings and flies out of the room. As soon as it was gone, Draco snaps the door close with a twist of his wand, before turning back to Blaise, an elegant brow raised.

"Really Blaise, I told you I was almost finished. Can't I have one moment to do as I please without you calling on me," he grumbled.

"Draco," Blaise spoke with a heavy drawl, his accent was one that was tinged with Italian, but probably a bit of African as well. Draco couldn't really tell. All he knew was that it was one of the sexiest sounds he had ever heard.

"We live in a dormitory. Privacy is a privilege not a right. Not get your skinny ass over here, before I force you over here myself." Blaise paused, sizing Draco from top to bottom. "And take those damn robes off."

"You're so impatient, Blaise" Draco muttered, dropping the robes carelessly to the floor he walked over to the large bed that Blaise rested on. Looking back at the door, he paused, whispering a quick silencing charm before going back to the matter at hand.

In one graceful swing of the leg. Draco found himself a top of Blaise. Looking down into those chocolate eyes, he smiled.

"Oh I think I am plenty patient. I waited for you to finish your little penal writing. I prepped you before and again" Blaise said, and Draco shivered as he felt the cold slickness and slightly uncomfortable stretching of magic wash over him. Blaise smirked, steadying Draco's hips with his larger hands. It really didn't matter that the too were close in height and build. Blaise was still a better athlete than Draco could ever hope to be and genetics played a big role. "If I was impatient, would I stretch you?" Blaise asked with a grin.

"Oh don't give me that look Blaise." Draco huffed, lifting up to let Blaise place himself right under his entrance. "It's not my fault you have no sense of intimacy. I can't help it if you like to use me like I am a rag doll," Draco drawled.

"That's because you are a rag doll. Be glad that I prep you." Blaise said silkily, slipping inside smoothly. He looked up at the hiss Draco let loose but shrugged it off in favor of sheathing himself. He knew how Draco liked it. As much as he teased, he loved rough treatment.

"No...be glad that I let you do this to me. With me, Blaise you wouldn't even be here," Draco growled, allowing Blaise to set the pace. He barely bit back his moan, Blaise always loved to move fast.

"...You're not the only person I stay here for, Draco," Blaise groaned, again just teasing. There was no one that Blaise cared about enough to return to this school.

Draco had no time to ponder that before Blaise's mouth was on his and he was driving in with reckless abandon.

~DB~

Grey eyes stared at closed brown lids in the darkness of the room. The words of earlier singing a chorus in his mind. What did Blaise mean? There shouldn't have been anyone else, Draco knew that Blaise only came back to school to finish his studying and to of course stay with Draco.

It took some begging on his part, he wasn't afraid to admit it. Going back to Hogwarts only 2 years after the war had ended was like picking at a new scab. And he knew that he would be reopening new wounds as soon as he stepped foot inside the school.

He knew he would probably die, if he were alone. With Pansy and Goyle in Durmstrang until their papers were approved and Crabbe dead, Draco hadn't really had anyone that could come back with him. Slytherins were either few, dead, or transferring. The new recruits they did receive this year, had cried to be in another house. But Harry Potter of all people forced them to stay. Blathering on about their duties as a student to uphold principles. If Draco wasn't so shocked he would have laughed.

But now that he was Headboy, he had to protect those whiny children and help them. He blamed McGonagall, how dare she sign him up for this ridiculous task.

How could he help a child when he could barely defend himself against 3 houses out for his blood?

So two weeks into the new term, Draco had wrote Blaise and begged, pleaded, any word in the book to describe how low he let himself become, for the man to come back to Hogwarts. It was really embarrassing to say the least.

Blaise was there the next morning. Sitting beside him in advanced potions. A bored look on his face.

That was the first time in a long time Draco could honestly say he couldn't stop smiling.

It didn't even matter that Blaise punched the hell out of him that night and chewed him out about begging and pure bloods.

It didn't really matter because he wasn't alone.

Though he still got tripped, hexed, and books thrown at him. It was a little bit easier to deal with knowing that there was a wand watching his back.

But now...Draco thought. pulling away from Blaise's limp embrace. There was another in his life. And soon Draco would have no choice but to step away from Blaise and let himself be truly alone.

"My god...Draco, would you please stop being so moody and go to sleep!"

Draco jumped, turning to stare into the deep brown eyes that sparkled in the night. He hadn't known that Blaise would wake up so easily. He usually slept like a log.

"I was sleeping," Draco insisted. Trying to put the sleep in his voice, even those his eyes remained wide open and his breath uneven.

"Cut the crap Draco. Go to sleep, we have charms in the morning,"

Blaise offered no room for argument, pulling Draco closer into his chest the man was gone to the world before Draco could utter a reply.

Oh well, Draco murmured, At least for the moment. Blaise wasn't leaving him. And for that, Draco could be happy.

I still hate proof reading. 9/10 out of ten there is a word that I still didn't add or something that is misspelled. I'm probably going to take a typing class lol. Well it's edited again.