Disclaimer:

I do not own J.K. Rowling or UnderOath.

I think they're doing a great job by themselves, they don't need me.

I do however own the little poem Harry says and the plot.

Summary:

He's in love but is sick of being used.

Or so he says.

Will it be worth it in the end?

Will things go the way he wants?

Chapter 1

Some will seek forgiveness, others escape.

He started using me every night now. I could feel him following me in the corridors. No one else would know because he would be smart enough to wear his invisibility cloak. When I was alone he would put his hand over my mouth and whisper in my ear. Every time he said something different but never what I really wanted to hear. What I needed to hear. But he always managed to make me want him.

I wanted so much more though, so much more than sex. I could get anyone to come to bed with me, but I can't fall in love with anyone. I have loved him since first sight and that's not going to change. I can't but wonder though if he loves me.

I walk with Crabbe and Goyle to their dorms and tell them goodnight. I'm walking the corridors alone now, waiting for him. I feel a warm hand over my mouth but I don't panic. I never do. This time he whispers:

"Baby, wrap your arms around me,

Let me kiss those tender lips,

I can such all the hatred away,

Baby, if you'd let me."

I almost melt into him when I hear those words. He makes me think he cares. I want to believe him, but I can't because words don't mean a thing.

He takes me to his dorm this time. He's never done this before. Most of the time he pulls me into an empty room and we do it there. Instead of screwing me right away as usual he closes and locks the door. He takes off his cloak, school robes, and hangs his tie over his shoulder.

"Are you just going to stand there staring at me or are you going to get comfortable?" He says while taking off his shoes and socks.

I take off my school robes, shoes, and socks. I go to take off my tie and pause. He looks over at me.

"Just throw it on the floor somewhere, I don't care." Obviously.

"Alright."

With that I finish taking off my tie and fold it and set it on top of my also folded robes.

"Why are you so neat?" He asks with a slight chuckle.

"Oh, I don't know. Guess because I was raised that way."

As I begin to unbutton my shirt he turns me around to face him. He looks at me for a second and then messes up my perfectly combed, sleek, blonde hair.

"What the…" I was cut off by his lips.

"You've got to get messy sometimes Draco." He said with a sly smile that was so Slytherin I couldn't help but get turned on.

I went and looked in the mirror. I loved the look, and he knew it. I finished taking off my shirt and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Going topless huh Draco?"

"You said to get comfortable," I said with a sneer out of habit.

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"Comfortable?"

I didn't know how to answer that. What did he want me to say? I'm not sure but there's something I need to know for myself.

"Draco?"

"Hm? Oh! Yes, I'm comfortable."

"What's on your mind?"

"Since when did you care? You only keep me around because I'm a good fuck!"

I was letting it all out now. I didn't mean to but I couldn't keep it in anymore.

"You think that's why I brought you here?" He yelled in shock.

"I know that's why I'm here!"

"Oh! That's right! Because even though I could fuck anyone I want easily I chose Draco fucking Malfoy for the hell of it!"

I don't say anything. I can't. I realize that I stood up during the argument and walk to the other side of the room. It all makes since now. Harry does care. He does love me. Or at least I think so. I need to know for sure.

"Harry?" I say not turning to look at him.

"What the hell do you want Malfoy?" His words sting.

"Um… I just… Well I was wondering…"

"Spit it out."

"…Do you love me?" I ask still not looking at him.

We stood in silence until I felt strong arms around my waist. His body pressed against mine and his chin on my shoulder. The warmth is comforting.

"Of course I love you." He whispered in my ear.

I leaned my head back against his naked shoulder. He kisses my neck and I run a hand through his dark messy hair.

"Draco… You taste so sweet." He said in between kisses.

He turns me around and kisses my lips. He walks me to the bed, our lips not parting once. He lays me down and straddles my hips. He grinds against me, our erections brushing each other through the fabric of our trousers. I try to hold back a moan but fail. He leans towards me and nips my earlobe.

"It's more fun when you don't hold back." He whispered.

By then I was almost close to coming, but he got off with perfect timing. He quickly pulled off my pants and then his own. I found out we're both going commando. He got back on top of me and kissed me, passionately this time. He licked my bottom lips and I allowed him entrance. He tasted like vanilla, he tasted like me. I didn't bother fighting with him. For the most part I liked him in control.

After he was done exploring my mouth he kissed down my neck, drawing small moans from the back of my throat. He attacked one of my nipples with his tongue and made me gasp. I reached down and squeezed his ass, now it was his turn to gasp. He tended to my neglected nipple. He was great at foreplay. I don't know why he's never gotten into it before.

He went down further leaving a trail of kisses. He completely ignored my member that was begging for attention. Instead he reached under me and grabbed my ass. He began kissing, licking, and sucking the inside of my thighs. I couldn't take it, I bucked my hips out of instinct and he kissed my throbbing erection.

"Just be patient." He said in a calm voice while smiling.

He summoned a bottle of lube. I go to get on my hands and knees but he stops me.

"Tonight I want to look at your face when I fuck you." He said and planted a kiss on my lips.

He lubed up his hand and his dick. He kissed me and inserted his first finger. I take it without wincing. He searches around a bit before adding a second. I feel a little discomfort but nothing too big. (Hehe no pun intended.)

He searches around again and I moan loudly in pleasure. I hold myself back from fucking myself on him and succeed. He adds a third finger but hits my sweet spot immediately so there is little to no pain. I can't hold back anymore. I fuck myself on his fingers. He just watches me and moans.

"Damn Draco…That's sexy as hell."

He pulls his fingers out and I groan at the loss of pleasure. He puts the tip of his penis against my entrance.

"Are you ready?"

I look at him with pleading lust filled eyes, "fuck me and remember… It's more fun when you don't hold back."

With that he thrusts into me and I nearly scream in pleasure. I sure do hope this room is sound proof. He keeps thrusting and hitting that wonderful spot and beings to pump my dick to his thrusts.

"Oh! Harry!" I moan arching my back.

He moans in response. Our eyes never leave each other. I'm close, I'm going to…

"Ah! HARRY!"

"DRACO!"

We've reached out climax. He lies on top of me until he regains himself. He mutters a cleaning spell. He rolls over on his back and I lay my head on his chest and he rests a hand on my ass.

"Draco?"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For not showing you how I felt sooner."

I nuzzle my head in his chest, "its okay."

"No it's not, I love you Draco don't ever forget that."

"I love you too Harry. I always have."

We fell asleep like that. The next morning I woke up and he was gone.

A/N: Finally done! So what do you think?

If I get lots of reviews I'll add another chapter.

Don't you want to know where Harry has gone?

R & R