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Finally, he was home. He sighed. He would never get bored of this view. The large, overwhelming building he loved. He had grown up there, hardly ever going to his prison for the holidays, just for the dreaded summer ones. Those were the ones he was meant to enjoy, like every other kid his age but no. He was Harry Potter-The boy who lived. He didn't get a normal life. Okay he loved all of the adventures that he and his best friends had had but he was only a child. How could he manage to fight off the dark lord himself-Voldemort?

The wind whistled through his hair as the thestrals pulled along the dark wooden carriages up to the magnificent front doors, they were like nothing he had seen before. Similarly the thestrals, he had only seen them for one year, they were amazing animals, and really it was a shame that not many people could see them in their outstanding natural beauty. The muscles in their legs, the curved arches of their wings, the pointiness of their feathers. He didn't wish for people to see death, especially a death of a friend who didn't need it like he had, but to see this pureness, maybe it wasn't so bad.

Next to him were Hermione and Ron, arguing like an old married couple wasting the majestic drive up to the castle which was looming over them as they reached the top of the long, winding gravel drive, he could hear everyone cheering as they reached the castle after the long tiring journey, but for himself this was just a second nearer to the next summer where he would have the repeated awful experience of all the others.

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The great hall was packed, as per normal, with his house table overflowing with children seated here, there and everywhere almost flowing off of the available benches. He looked around the room, so were the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables. Slytherin seemed to be even worse though as his used to be arch enemy Draco Malfoy along with his cronies refused to let anyone sit on their area of the bench. Leaving the rest of the Slytherin house cramped up with an unreasonable amount of space each. At least it was only for the opening feast that everyone was there at the same time.

Why was Potter staring at him? He could feel the green eyes of the raven haired boy burning into his skull. Surely he wasn't going soft, he loved the way he was being looked at, he had loved it from the first confrontation that himself, Potter, Weasley and the Granger girl had had all the way back in first year. No before that even, when himself and Potter had met in the robe shop, his hopeless friends weren't there then, that was better. But neither of them had known who the other was, all he knew was that the boy was being dragged around Hogsmeade by that giant brute his mother had told him was Hagrid. The only reason she told him was so that he knew to keep away from him quickly before being infected by him. He had kept away from him ever since then, like he had promised his mother.

He wondered if Potter was thinking of the same incident, what happened last year. It hadn't meant to happen but they got a bit far ahead of themselves, neither of them were experienced enough; they had both only just figured it out. But they had gone ahead with it any way, even though Potter's sidekicks had almost ruined it by asking questions. No one knew about it, at least he didn't think so but he could remember it easily, as if it was yesterday.

It was the start of a new term, a year ago to that night, Draco had bundled him up on the train, expecting him to end up back at London but he had been found, walking in late under the watchful eye of Professor Snape. Draco was annoyed, he must be punished, if it had been anyone but the golden boy Harry Potter, they would have been expelled for definite. But no. The school rules don't count when Potter is involved, as he is the one loved by all teachers, pupils and ghosts alike. No one can hate Potter, apart from him. He held so much hate for his school mate but no one knew about his soft side, he had never let it show, not to anyone. Including his mother. She didn't need to know about this, no one did. Looking at him, he realised that this moment had been coming for a long time, before the summer.

Potter looked at him again. His eyes sparkling in the night sky replicated by the magical enchantments put on in the hall.

He had known this for a long time inside, but refused to accept the fact of the matter. He was Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, one of the leading pureblood families. He couldn't be. It just wasn't right. He had tried doing it before in 3rd year, but it had just felt wrong, awkward. He had thought then that it was because he wasn't old enough, he hadn't known what he was doing. But everyone else had been doing it that year as well, why couldn't he? They were at a boarding school everyone did it in their 3rd year, it was tradition. An unspoken tradition. Himself and Pansy were good friends, neither had forced the other into doing it. He thought it had felt right, that was up until the most important moment, and he had been excited, in more ways than one. But he couldn't bring himself to watch as he did it, it felt wrong, unlawful, but he thought he was too young, there was no problem in that. He had attempted it several times since with different girls but nothing had felt right. Ever. His father had made him do it to several of them, even trying to secretly watch through the doorway when he was in his house, his home.

The blond haired and blue eyed boy kept catching his eye as they were bored listening to the 1st years being sorted, but Draco wasn't concentrated, even Harry could see that much. He look like he was thinking, but about what he had no clue. Probably one of his conquests over the summer. One he didn't know the name of. He didn't need to either. That was the problem with him he was so big headed, he thought the world evolved around him.

He didn't even attempt anything for the majority of the rest of the year, but was regularly pushed out of the dorm for Blaise, and even Crabbe and Goyle. He had hated them that year, why had those two meatheads got it but not him. They were so ugly no dared look at them, but they obviously had something he didn't. He would have to work that one out. He never felt anything, even at the end of the year when he tried again, but it still didn't feel right. God, what to do? He couldn't not keep trying; maybe there was only one person for him but how to find them? He couldn't get it on with just everybody he met. Or maybe he could. That summer moved on quickly, he thought about it a lot over summer but nothing seemed to be the right solution. As he was boarding the train he realised that there was a solution, one that just might work. It even went in his favour.

Harry loved that night. It was new, different and just seemed to work. But no one could find out. They both had their reputations to uphold.

He was marched in with Snape, the only Professor that didn't like him. But how did he get out. He had bound him tightly, he shouldn't have been able to escape, he should have been back in London now were just some of the small thoughts that were running through his head. Potter had missed dinner, at least that was a punishment, but not enough. A small though crept into his head slowly, and he began to smirk as he worked out a plan slowly. One that would certainly work in his favour, but would be punishment enough for Potter as well. As Potter slyly crept out of the hall evading the gaze of Ron and Hermione, but making them stay put he slowly began to move out of his seat out of the hall. As soon as he was in the hall way, he was mine. I ran up to him and tackled him to the ground, he didn't like that as he screamed and struggled to get out of the strong grip I had over him whilst he was laying flat to the floor with me straddled over his hips. The screaming he made didn't matter as I was expecting this and had already charmed it to make sure that I was the only one that could hear any of the noise that was being made by him. I dragged him up to the astronomy tower where I quickly produced a large double bed. As he saw that he reinstated the screaming and began to struggle majorly compared to how docile he had been whilst I had made him climb up the stairs. He had only taken his blindfold off when we stopped which is why the noise began.

I got up to leave the hall once again, sneaking out, this time without Hermione and Ron watching my every move.

I quickly shoved him against the wall, forcing my lips onto his full red ones. How could he be so beautiful after living with muggles for all these years? He shouldn't look like this. I was still forcing my lips onto his but in surprise, I didn't need to as I could feel him pressing back. He nibbled my lip, but I didn't need that to know that his tongue would very quickly be inside my mouth. We were still leaning against the hard brick wall, which wasn't very comfortable, so I dragged him over to the luxurious four poster bed with alternating green/silver and red/gold drapes hanging down around the outside. I pushed him down into the soft squishy mattress, but with immeasurable strength and skill he quickly flipped us over and straddled my hips. I groaned into his mouth but he just took that in and continued kissing me. I could feel my trousers beginning to tent, and could visibly see that his were too. I pulled him down completely whilst he was concentrated on kissing, so was startled. Wandlessly, I expanded the bed to fill the entire room knowing that no one would come in and see us as the feast wasn't due to finish for another few hours, so I rolled him over and took my turn straddling him. We continued on like this for what felt like minutes but was more like half an hour. My erection was being to ache so I untangled my hands from his soft, silky, raven coloured hair and began to undo my trousers, but he began to moan. Grabbing my hands he pushed them down above my head and completely covered my body with his amazing one. He began to move around on top of me, I started to groan as our erections ground against each other.
"I'm, I'm gunna..." I was cut off as he stopped moving and continued to pull my trouser down to my ankles which I had begun to do. He slipped his small, calloused but soft seeker hands swiftly through the elastic waistband of my boxers and expertly moved them down as well, he grabbed hold of my dick and began to grope it like I had never felt before. Although I was on the verge of cumming, he kept me there. Right on the edge. Until he got down and put his mouth around it taking me whole, which is quite an achievement. He played with his tongue for a while but it was just too much, I came right into his mouth. He looked so pretty with my cum dripping down his chin, so I grabbed him hold and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. He shoved his hands down his own trousers and nearly brought himself to the point of eruption, but I took pleasure in doing what he had just done to me back to him. I shoved my mouth roughly around him, pleasure going right through me but then, he cummed right where I wanted, I needed, I loved. In my mouth.
I loved it. He was mine, it hadn't felt wrong, it was just right.

I was gay.

No one expected that. A Malfoy pureblood being gay but being proud of it too. It was going to be something different something new.

"I loved that. It was amazing." He whispered into my ear.
"You're gay too?" I questioned.
"Of course, haven't you heard the rumours?"
"Well, yeah but I didn't think it of you."
"I didn't think it of you Malfoy either but I'm not complaining "
"Back to last names is it now Potter"

That was the first and last of our love for last year, we both were questioned on our where about during the feast but neither cracked. We both have reputations to uphold.

Leaving the hall, I caught Malfoy's eyes. I could feel everyone's eyes upon me but as I left, I waited around the corner, waiting for the moment the blond beast pounced.

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