A dramatic sigh was made in the empty changing room for the Gryffindor boys. Harry has never been so grateful to be done this year. It has been so stressful, hard-working, and demanding. Especially when the Golden Boy was captain again for this year. After the war, and constant begs and persuading from Hermione, Harry returned to the place he called his home, much more than the Dursleys': Hogwarts.

Things changed this year. Professor McGonagall was the Headmistress now, since both Dumbledore and Snape were gone—may they rest in peace, Harry thought. The new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher wasn't bad though. The moment he saw the teacher, Harry thought hell would break lose, especially for the Gryffindors. However, for the first couple of days, everyone was surprised to be actually liking the teacher and how he taught the class, as well gave better respect to Gryffindor house than Snape did.

It was official. Lucius Malfoy was a changed man after the war.

Speaking of Malfoy, Harry thought as he sat on the bench with his back against his locker door, already lock. The similar-aged Slytherin was a changed man, too. Instead of being that stubborn, whiny git Harry knew before the war, he was... Well, he was actually a man. When he came back to Hogwarts, almost everyone didn't even recognize him before the DADA class. When Lucius called out his son's name, and the young Adonis spoke, everyone was surprised by it, but were smart to hold it back. Or showed their expression behind the Slytherin teacher's back.

The used-to-be git was breath-taking. His free-flowing hair grew out more; a quick jerk from his head, and an amount of hair would almost cover one of his eyes, while the rest of his hair was laid out on his back. Any more inches and it would touch his shoulders. There were less stress marks on his face the last time Harry saw him after saving him from the fire in the Room of Requirement. He looked so relaxed that he must have either meditated or went to a specialize spa, thanks to the money his family still have. He also got strong; that was the major shock for the Golden Boy; one day, when he was out way too early on a Saturday morning, he saw the blonde, far enough to not be noticed by him, near the lake. Running. With no shirt on with his golden locks swaying in the wind. His structure was athletic with a six-pack, while a mask of sweat came over his body. With the sparkling lake behind him, and his figure darken by the shadows of the trees, Harry would have thought he was a handsome prince or something.

The thought of it already made him blush. He knew he was bi, even before Ginny and he dated and then broke up because they were more comfortable of being friends than a couple. He was attached to the blonde before during the sixth year, but now... Harry doubts to calm down his hormones.

He was grateful Quidditch came back and he was the captain again. That was he was more concentrated on the sport. But at the same wasn't so grateful. The last match of the season was Gryffindor VS Slytherin. And the Slytherin Adonis was back as the Seeker. It. Was. Hell. And Ginny knew that; he kept glaring at her when she giggled at times he gawked at the blonde when he wasn't looking. Luckily, Harry got the snitch before Draco, having Gryffindor win the championship, but Harry didn't care. He was just more grateful to get away from him.

After giving his speech out to the team in the locker room, as well resigned his position to an intelligent 6th year—Harry swore the kid was like Hermione, except male, black, and not as bossy—he stayed outside while the others changed out of their clothes. Today was a windy game and at the moment, he needed the wind. It calmed him down. It soothed his soul. The coolness made him forget about how hot and sexy Draco was out there, showing his determination, coolness, and—once in a while—a sexy smirk that can make any girl or homosexual guy faint at the sight. Harry was so close on getting a hard boner in the middle of the game if it weren't for the sighting of the snitch to distract him.

Once every Gryffindor player was gone, Harry headed back in a few minutes later, only to be where he was now. All his mind now thought about was Draco. Draco Malfoy. Draco Lucius Malfoy. The son of a former Death Eater, and current DADA teacher. The helpless, scarred child that became a man in a matter of months after the war. His former, then once again current crush. He sighed again before arching his back to place his head in his hands, defeated by love.

What was he going to do? He fell for him once, got over it, and once again fell for him hard again. Why couldn't any other guy, that wasn't a Gryffindor, take his breath away from the blonde? Why did he had to be bisexual? Must his life be ruined any further. He brought his head up again, only to hit the locker door without a care. He knew the blonde didn't like him, even after he rejected the handshake first year due to his stubborn attitude. Why would he even think that the blonde would actually like him?

With a softer sigh, Harry immediately got up while shaking his head a bit. "Shake it off, Harry, shake it off," he murmured before taking off his glasses. "A shower," he said to himself. "A shower will help me get my mind off him... Hopefully." Stripping out of his clothes, the former Gryffindor captain smoothed back his fluffy and unkempt hair before entering one of the stalls and turned on the water.

Harry sighed with a smile on his face when he first felt the warm water hitting his face. Oh, man. Did it feel so good to be under the warm water. To be honest, he was a little cold by the wind that kept hitting his face, but he didn't really notice until he felt the water. The feeling had him able to concentrate away from his thoughts of the blonde.

Harry didn't really notice that much, but others which included his friends knew that Draco wasn't the only man that changed. After the war, and living with the Weasleys since Sirius was gone from the world while the Dursleys were gone from his life (Thank Merlin for that), Harry was starting to physically change more, as well mentally.

First year, Harry was just this skinny little kid, that had old clothes Dudley couldn't wear anymore, and has been treated both as a slave and a hoping hero, much to his annoyance. Now, after the war, he was still skinny—in a muscular way, however. During the summer he was working out on stuff here and there, without even realizing that he was getting more muscles. As well was taller; before the war Hermione had his height, but now he was exact to Ron's in a couple of days. His hair was the same, messy and unkempt, and only got a few centimeters longer; it looked like it never grew, so he never knew. It was no surprise that girls and gays were getting attached to him—practically Draco and he were the most attractive men at the school!—but he had no interest for any of them. They weren't a blonde Adonis he wanted so badly.

Harry noticed that he was two inches taller than Draco, but he didn't really paid attention on that. Just the appearance and how he treated people. While he was shampooing his hair, he thought back on a memory when a 1st year Ravenclaw girl tripped and dropped her books in front of the blonde. He soon helped her out by picking up the books and offered to hold them towards her desired destination. With a small blush and smile on her face, she thanked him before the two walked away. Neither of them noticed the Gryffindor that hid behind a statue, speechlessly shocked before smiling. Harry figured the entire Malfoy family were changed people after the war—not once did he heard Draco insult anyone, called out the word 'mudblood', or done anything else that makes him heartless and cocky.

Well, he was still cocky, but in a playful way instead of a stubborn way. Harry soon was smiling as he washed out his hair and then started to clean up the rest of his body. Mmm, the delicious scent of vanilla got through his nose... Wonder what the blonde's hair would smell like. Lilac, violet, vanilla, strawberry; the scents were unending. What about his skin? Harry remembered passing by him once... What was it? Oh! A strong manly cologne with a hint of mint. Kind of odd though; maybe he made his own or something.

The smell was very sweet to him, though. His teeth could rot at the taste of it. His mind was so concentrated on his scent that he didn't realize his back was on the tiled wall while slowly rubbing himself with soap suds from head to toe. The scent, the sweet-looking flawless skin, the silver sparkled eyes that were filled with multiple emotions, the locks of sun rays, the muscles..., his butt. Harry moaned softly at the mention of it.

Oh, how he would love to grab a cheek of it. Harry imagined the round body part sweet, tasty..., handful; Harry Jr. was already straightening up at the image. Dropping the soap bar on the floor, his head moved back further while his hand landed to his member, slowly stroking as more imaginations came in his mind with his eyes closed shut.

Harry bit his lower lip as he stroked. Imagining the blonde coming towards him in the locker room... a sexy step at each time with his hips swaying... a needy and lustful look on his face as he bared his teeth, which were biting his own lower lip.

The Gryffindor's breathing got heavily as he brought his head forward and stroked further more.

'"The Golden Boy should have a special treat for being such a 'good boy'," the imaginary Slytherin spoke, sexy. It was more sexy since he was on butt naked, on his knees, and was looking up at him with an fake innocent look as his large smooth hand stroke the member in front of him. He blinked a few times before licking his lips with a devilish smirk, "but, in my case..., it's more of a treat for me, as well, for being a 'bad one'." Keeping his lust-filled eyes towards the Gryffindor's dark ones, his small pink lips soon wrapped around the tip, slowly sucking down more of the member into his mouth before bobbing his head at the same tempo of the strokes.

The stroking was fast and the breathing was rapid. His member was hard as rock while his release was coming.

'"Ah! A-ah...! S-so b-big!" The blonde shouted. The sight was beautiful; the blonde was riding him like crazy, breathing rapidly with whimpers, moans, and squeals of desire, while the Gryffindor was resting his back upon one of the bleachers with his hands on the pale hips. While Harry moaned and grunted a few times, Draco was like a bunny on heat; lust-addicted, blushing red in almost every part of his body, and wet due to drool coming from the side of his mouth and tears streaming down his eyes. Harry never thought the blonde would be more beautiful. "I-I'm...g-gonna c-AAAHHH! YES! R-right there! F-f*** me, P-Potter! F*******!" Harry held him down while his hips had his member pound him hard. He soon sat up and started nibbling the blonde's neck, making Draco whimpered then moaned more with heated lust. It wasn't long before his name—his FIRST name—was screamed out from the blonde's moisten lips.'

"D-Draco!" Harry shouted before breathing heavily while shivering as the pleasure went over his spine. He soon opened his eyes, seeing puffs of his breath and his lifted hand, revealing the amount of white liquid over his fingers. It's been a while since he pleasures himself; by the looks of it, it was like it was held back. He needed that, though. The imagination was too good to be true... He soon washed the release way before turning off the water as he noticed the wrinkles for being in here so long.

Harry soon got out and grabbed the large towel to wrap around his waist and a small one for his head. He sighed in satisfaction - both the shower and the release - before sitting down on a bench and starting ruffling his hair with the towel. He wasn't aware of a presence's footsteps coming in the room before a voice spoke out.

"Harry?" Harry paused his action, as well felt his heart raced hard. The person said his first name once when they were kids, and it was a surprise to hear it out of his mouth now. He slowly turned around, hoping it was just his imagination. He cursed inside for being wrong. Standing next to the lockers with a surprise and curious look on his face... was the blonde Adonis.

Was he that loud for someone to hear behind that door?! Then again, how would he know? He was more concentrated on-The memory caused him to blush. He already gave himself pleasure on the thought of the blonde Slytherin. Now, he was here in person when he just got out of the shower? Harry soon realized that Draco noticed his blush; it was quick, but he noticed a quick flick of his eyes widening while being more curious.

It made him more adorable than before. Harry hoped his member will stay down.

"Harry?" The angel spoked, having Harry back to Earth by his eyes blinking. "Uhh y-yeah?" He said, cursing himself for stuttering. "Do you want to be left alone?" The blonde asked, innocent and curious. Nothing like how he was before the war. "I was just walking around the Quidditch field, and I thought I heard someone call for me." Harry blushed more at that. So, he was that loud... Dammit!

Now, that Harry thought about it: the blonde was still in his Slytherin Quidditch uniform. Draco was a hunk in the outfit—heck, the guy was handsome in any clothing! Even naked, making it better! With his structure, determination, and strength, Harry would have let him get the Snitch himself if it didn't pass by. Like it was making Harry's eyes be on the Snitch, not his crush; what a helpful guide.

Harry was more concentrated on the sight of the blonde that he didn't realize that the blonde was still talking. "I must have imagined it by mistake. Kind of weird, really. By the way! Nice job getting the Snitch. I was so close too, but looks like I would have to work harder. Not just in Quidditch, but in life as well. Also..." The blonde paused when he realized the Gryffindor wasn't listening. And... Was his eyes always that dark?

Just the sight of it made him blush a little. No one knew, other than his friends, that he had a crush on the Golden Boy. The constant moments on getting his attention, even if he was angry at him, always made his heart raced. The negative face expressions have a tendency to make his heart break behind his mask, but that never last long... His dreams really know how to be turned on by how dominant he could be.

How dark his eyes would be. His muscles flexing. His sweat beating down his body. His wet tongue...licking all over his mouth, on his skin, in his—Oh, for goodness sake, this was not the time to imagine it now! It was never going to happen anyway. Sure, he found out that the guy broke up with the Weas-Ginny, he broke up with Ginny, but that doesn't mean he got a chance with him. Draco was openly gay, but rarely showed it because he wasn't interested in any men. Only Harry; not the Golden Boy, not the Saviour of the Wizarding World, not the Chosen One, and not the Defeater of Lord Voldemort; just... Harry Potter, the man he loved.

Draco soon walked up to him and bent down a little, "Harry?" He just loved saying his name. It's been a while since he said it, as it tingled on his tongue even in front of him, but he was getting there. He wanted to be good, and kept showing it to everyone along with his father.

The blonde got no reaction. "Poootter," He said, waving his head to his face. Nothing. "Harry," he said, snapping his fingers while getting a little annoyed. He wished he didn't do that. After stopping his snapping, he soon noticed something. Was Harry's face that red? It wasn't even that hot in here. And his eyes... It was getting darker and his eyes... The pupils and irises were mixed to show no human features. It was like he was in another world and was unable to get out of it.

"Harry? Har—HARRY!" The said boy suddenly fell backwards, his eyes suddenly closed. Luckily the blonde was close to him and caught him in time, or else the Gryffindor would have hit the ground or hit against a locker door hard. He lifted the weak man until his head was on his lap. Draco was worried as ever. The boy was red as ever, his breathing was heavy, and his face was scrunched in discomfort. Draco didn't even had to touch his head to know he got a fever. He could feel the warmth even though their heads weren't all that close. Maybe a foot apart.

What Draco didn't know was that Harry's mind was getting foggy on imagination on making love with the blonde. It was too much of him, but it was also odd. He had many imaginations with the blonde, most of it was involved in the bedroom. However, it was strange... He never felt so tired, but also so in need. He wanted Draco in bed, but also want to hold him close... He never regretted on saving his life in the fire..., but regretted the spell in the bathroom... Sectumsempra... fire... crying... guilt... This was too much... What is with his head...?! What did he drink or ate today?! The last thing he heard was the blonde calling out his name in shock, the guilt reappearing again...

This was not a situtation Draco expected to be in. Still in his Quidditch uniform, Draco Malfoy was in the Gryffindor boys' locker room, and on his lap was his feverish and unconcious crush. What was worse: The fact that he didn't know what to do... or the fact that the towel around his waist fell off when he fell? Nope, that was worse: seeing his crush naked. And realizing he was bigger than he thought.

He hoped when Harry wakes up he didn't remembered or even noticed the 'bump' at the back of his head.

With his eyes closed and his breath held, he took out his wand and whispered a spell. He didn't see, but knew that the clothes that left out on the floor reappeared on Harry's body. When Draco peeked with one eye, he soon breathed out in relief; he was clothed once more in his Gryffindor Quidditch uniform. "Okay," he said, putting the wand back in his pocket before picking up the closest arm and wrapped it around his neck. "I'm taking you to Madam Pomfrey," he said, grunting as he got up and had to hold Harry up. He was heavier, too.

After taking a step, "...mmm!" Draco paused before looking at him in surprise. "Harry?" He asked, hoping for a respond. Which was another moan of discomfort. "...no..." Draco was able to hear that, but doesn't understand. "What, Harry? 'No' what?" Harry's words were grumbled and hard to hear, but soon Draco got some words in. "Mmm...n...no...ngh...Pom...hos-pital...no...Pomfrey..."

Draco was able to figure it out: he didn't want to go to Madam Pomfrey. Draco was more worried now: not only he didn't want to be treated by her, but he was starting to sweat when he noticed beats of sweat rising up. "Harry, you're sick. We have to take you there." It was only a couple of steps before Harry spoke again, "No..." Still walking, he was surprised to hear that clearly. "...ngh...re...re..." Re re? "What does that mean?" Draco asked, curious and confused. "...ur...re..me...requ...require...—" "The Room of Requirement...? You want to go there?" Draco didn't expected a nod from him.

Draco was already nervous about that. Ever since the fire incident, and losing Crabbe, Draco had been getting nightmare about it. The worse one was Harry, looking at him with disgust and saying, "I should have left you in the fire, you pathetic Daddy's boy..." Taking potions for dreamless sleep was so helpful for him during the summer. "Please..." Draco came back to Earth and turned to him, blinking when he saw his eyes were halfway opened. He could see the need in his eyes.

"Please... there..." As much as Draco thought he should go to Madam Pomfrey..., he sighed. With eyes like that and a strong crush on him, how could he deny? Picking up the glasses from the bench and nodding to him, before the Gryffindor passed out again, Draco took another breath as he dragged Harry towards the door and to the Room of Requirement.

"Harry Potter, how much treacle tart did you eat?!" The blonde annoyingly complained in a whisper. He huffed as he continued dragging the unconscious boy. Currently, it was dinner time in the Hogwarts castle. As much as he would love to drop Harry off in Madam Pomfrey's, and join his friends for a delicious meal, those eyes... those damn eyes! Must he be so handsome, and adorable at the same time.

Thankfully, during the entire time he dragged him no one noticed them. Sure, he had to hide when he noticed some students were still around, but it wasn't that hard. Not even any of the paintings noticed the two. Draco soon thought about Harry's friends. He bet they must be worried about him. Well, mostly Hermione while Ron just assured her that he was fine while eating delicious cooked chicken. Being friends with the two was the last thing on his mind... But, the first thing was asking forgiveness.

'It was the first thing Draco has done before the students came on the train. It was at a moment when Ron was coming out of the bathroom and noticed the blonde. He was instantly annoyed while Draco was calm and blank. They were the only two at the moment, and that's exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be alone with Ron. He didn't want pressure come down his back.

Draco allowed the redhead to annoyingly snap at him, as well finished it with calling him a 'git', but before he could leave... "You're right." Ron froze his steps, and stayed where he was. "I am a git. I am a 'daddy's boy'. I am selfish. I am cocky. I am pathetic. Weak. Stupid. And always counted on his father, because of his position and rank." Ron moved, standing straight but didn't turn around. Draco knew he was still listening.

"I was jealous of you and... H-Hermione." He never said her name for so long that it was foreign on his tongue. "When I was a kid, I wanted to be friends with Po- Harry. But thanks to Father, I messed up. You're so lucky to be trustworthy to him, Hermione, and your family. In fact, I'm not just jealous of your friendship... I'm jealous of your entire life." Draco looked away to the wall when he said that. He didn't noticed the redhead turned his head a little, still not looking at him but was very interested.

"You have a great life with wonderful parents, and crazy but lovable siblings. No matter how much money you have, you didn't care. The love you got mattered more than how many items you can get. Being rich... I-it's nothing. Sure, my parents love me..., but they also love their rank in this world. I can't believe I liked that... Pretty pathetic. No wonder I was a jerk. My mind was more on what I want than what would matter." Ron completely turned his head, along with his body halfway, looking at the blonde in shock. He hoped that those words were true.

They were. Ron could see the anger, pain, sadness, and guilt in those silver eyes. "After the war..., when I told them... that you three saved me and Greg..." He was getting on a first name basic at the moment, having himself foreign a little to Goyle's name. "They changed. They weren't those 'snobby', 'cold-hearted' people many has seen them as." Draco soon took a deep breath and let it out, "And so have I." He soon turned to the red head, his eyes now covered with truth and determination. "I'm not asking to be your instant friend, because of our past. But, I don't wish to continue my life with guilt and regret on bullying. To be honest, I hated everything that I have done!" Ron blinked in surprise on that. "I hated calling Hermione a... 'you know', I hate being the enemy, I hate being a jerk and I hate pissing you, Harry, or any other person off in this messed up world! I just—" His voice cracked, having him cover his mouth and had his hair cover half his face, successfully covering the eyes. He thought he said just enough.

Ron was about to open his mouth, only to pause at the sudden rushing feeling that passed him. He soon blinked twice at the sight. Draco did the same in surprise. In between the two boys... was a tear-shedding Hermione Granger. Her arms were around his waist while her face was against his buttoned shirt, her body shivering as he felt tears soaked his shirt. Honestly, Draco didn't care. He just looked at the top of her head and made a small smile. She heard everything he said... And forgave him.

Hermione kept sniffling and sobbing on him, but he was able to make out words. "I-I knew it...," she said in a whisper. "Y-you can change... I knew it... Everything... the 'y-y-you' when w-we were k-kids... T-that... that—"

"I got the point, Hermione." The said girl gasped softly then looked up at him, revealing her shocked expression with red puffy eyes, and wet cheeks. Along with a big wet stain in front of her.

"T-that's the first time you e-ever said my name," she said, breathless and still struggling to calm down. The blonde smiled at her.

"I changed. I'm sorry for calling you 'that word' from second year," he said, truth and guilt in his eyes. It made her smile and giggle a little. "I shouldn't have said that... I shouldn't have done all the horrible things I did back then."

"You're so right." The two gave their attention up at the redhead, whose arms were crossed and he had a serious look on his face.

"Everything that you did was selfish, cold-hearted, pathetic, useless, and made me sick to the bone," Ron snapped. Draco looked away while Hermione pulled back from the Boone and looked at him with a serious face that said 'Ron! Stop that!' He ignored it.

"I hated you just as much my father hated yours. We were enemies by the family, and were enemies in school. I wanted you gone. I wished for you to suffer and die!

Silence came between the three. Hermione started walking towards him, ready to give him a piece of her mind. "But." She paused and the blonde looked up. They were surprised to see a small smile on his face. "I've grown up, and so have you. I've been a git much worse than you, but I was lucky for second chances."

Ron took a few steps towards the brunette and wrapped his arm around her neck. "Today, the pain-in-the-butt is now the closest person to me..., and Harry is still a brother to me." He chuckled when Hermione pouted and hit his chest playfully. "Mal—Draco, we both changed. I think it's best... that we did make amends." He soon brought his hand out, making Draco stare at it in shock.

"What do you say?" Ron asked softly. Silence and a growing tension came between the Gryffindors and Slytherin. Ron's hand was about to put away... until Draco's grasped it. He returned the smile to the redhead as well. "Thank you..., Ron."

Hermione smiled at the two mature boys as they shook hands, creating a new beginning of their agreement.'

Draco liked that memory. Even though they weren't friends, he was still grateful to stop the arguing between himself and Ron. A grunt soon made him come back to Earth. He looked down to see the Gryffindor's face scrunched up in discomfort again. He grunted again, making Draco work harder. 'Almost there, Harry', he thought as he dragged Harry further down the hall.

Thank goodness the walk didn't take so long, and they were still not caught. He soon headed to the bare wall and placed his hand upon it. With his eyes closed, he kept repeating a single statement, 'Help me..., help me..., help me...' His eyes shot open; a sudden movement on the wall caught his attention and had him look up, smiling as the door appeared in front of them. With a strong push, he entered the room while struggling to hold the slipping Gryffindor. After closing the door shut with his back, he leaned against it while his head was back and in his hands was the Gryffindor, who was silent once more.

"This is reeeeally not my day!" Draco shouted after taking a few breaths, letting the sound echo off the walls.

Draco soon brought his head back down and blinked at the sight in front of him. "Wow..."