Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Harry Potter. It's all J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros and everyone else. Too bad, I'd love to put Harry/Draco together :)

Summary: Harry wants Draco to fall in love with him. Draco hardly believes in love. Will accusation, treachery, blame, guilt, and fate twist into a true love story or a romantic disaster??

WARNING: This is SLASH which means guy on guy, and if you don't like it, then don't read it! Also, this story is rated M for a reason--hehe lots of smut and hotness! ;)

A/N: This story was written by my girlfriend, Liene, and it is absolutely wonderful so I told her I'd post it online for her. Don't worry it is complete and will have a total of 5 chapters, just not posted all at once. So please take the time to read and review and you won't regret it :)

Also whenever there is it means that there is a shift in point of view between Harry/Draco.

Chapter 1

His eyes were stone cold. It wasn't a look of envy, jealousy, or hurt. It was just blank and piercing. Like he could somehow kill me softly with his blank tranquility. There I was. Naked on the table of number 12 Grimmauld Place, crying like a fucking child, but it didn't matter. He wouldn't believe me, even if I had told the truth. It killed me to see how blind he was in that moment. If only he knew. If only I could tell him. Tell him how much I just wanted to hold him and have his arms securing me of my safety. But I couldn't. That's not how we functioned. We "benefited" from each other, and that was all. "Fuck-buddies" if you will. His face was still peering down on me like a hawk, as though to make sure I wouldn't do anything he wouldn't approve of in those few minutes. God, if only he could see through me instead of at me, then he wouldn't feel this way. None of this would've happened. It was the most horrible pain I had ever experienced, seeing his hate, feeling it's burden on my body, as if he were weighing me down with his revulsion. I just wanted to go grab the end of his robes and scream my apology over and over, but it was no use. My apology would be for something that I didn't even commit, and he wouldn't have accepted. As much as the pain coming from my ass was, Malfoy's underestimation of me was much more painful to endure. As he turned to leave, I wanted to reach out and tell him everything, but I couldn't. Instead, I saw his cloak swish out the door and feel the house rattle as he slammed the door behind him. I didn't know what else to do, so I just cried some more knowing that soon our days together would be coming to a close. But maybe, just maybe there was hope. Hope for me. Hope for him. Hope for us.

The rain was penetrating through my cloak as the wind smacked my face as I desperately flew around the quidditch pitch to try and find the same golden snitch that Potter was trying to find. It was so bloody cold; I nearly thought my balls would freeze. It was nearly impossible to see, let alone fly. I circled the pitch slowly, in a similar way that Potter was doing. Before long, the raven-haired boy made a dive toward his own goal, and as my eyes traced the path he was about to take, I, too, saw the tiny golden ball zigzagging in and out around the goal posts. I ducked my chin to my chest and flew toward the goal with eyes shut slightly, and my hands gripping tightly onto my broom. As I approached the golden snitch, I saw Potter, hand outstretched, next to me. I lifted my left hand off my broom and too, tried to grasp the tiny ball. But before I could touch it with my fingertips, he made a leap nearly off his broom to capture the snitch. The game was over, and once again, I was humiliated to know that fucking Potter won again. Damn, he was so irksome. But, no matter how much I tried to deny that I thought he was perfect, more than myself, I just found myself wanting him even more. Pathetic.

As I landed on the sodden ground in the middle of the field to shake hands, Potter had taken off his goggles, and he ran his hand through his hair. God, what beautiful locks. No, they were not beautiful. What the fuck was I saying? They were black and ratty. Disgusting. No, the only reason I wanted to have his hand be my hand, caressing his hair and his face were because it would've turned me on. That's it. There are absolutely no feelings for the bastard whatsoever. All the players were shaking from the cold, and I saw Potter trying to warm himself by rubbing his hands up and down his arms. I would've loved to just touch him and ravish him in that moment. His bloody hair all wet and him dripping from the rain. Fucking sex with him would probably blow everyone else out of the water. Probably? Draco…you know it would. Definitely.

"Good match," he said shaking my hand and smiling ever so slightly. I'm sure I would've been able to see him much clearer if the rain wasn't so hard.

"Fuck you, Potter," I said grabbing his hand tightly and then shoving it away. I could still see him smiling at me. That wonderful beautiful smile. If only I could smile back, but it would totally disrupt my already endangered reputation

"When are you going to get over yourself, Malfoy? I'm better at quidditch than you, just get over it," he laughed and turned to go back up the locker rooms. With broom at side, I watched his little ass wiggle up the pitch and into the locker rooms as I followed at a distance behind him

When I reached the locker rooms, the showers were already spraying that warm familiar water out of their spouts. I went to my locker and undressed hanging up the soaked uniform on the rusty hinge, and setting out my dry robes on the bench next to my locker. I laid my broom in the corner, and grabbed my towel and headed into the showers. The familiar steam hit my face and I breathed deep. My lungs filled with air, and I strode over to my corner to rinse. I caught a glance of Potter scrubbing his black locks with shampoo, only his lovely engraved torso visible. If only the steam would settle a few inches lower, I could get a visual of his member. At that moment, without realizing it, I turned to the wall and began jerking myself off. My cock felt small and cold from the rain, but it swiftly regained it's warmth when I stroked it under the hot water thinking of Potter only a few yards away caressing his own beautiful body.

I came. I felt slightly more relieved. But my cock was still in persistence to get Potter against the wall and thrash about in him. I turned my water off, and most of the guys had already vacated. There was one more person there with me. Heh, was it possible? Would this be my chance? To get Potter all to myself and ravish him as I've been meaning to do? Hmm, well, we would see in a short time. For Potter had slowly turned to face me, and my eyes slowly scanned his body to find that he had not only been jerking off as I had, but had also a cock about the size of mine. Coincidence or Irony, I never found out, because the next thing I knew, I was an inch from his face, and my hand crept behind his neck and I felt his breath just before he parted his lips slightly, and I felt a tingle in my stomach letting me know that I was actually going to kiss The-Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived.

Malfoy had entered the showers just a few minutes after I had gotten there. His golden locks were plastered to the sides of his face. God, he was sexy. As I lathered up my hair with shampoo, I watched his every movement as he strode to his little familiar corner. His muscular, toned back and shoulder muscles protrude through what looked like baby soft skin. How I longed to run my hands along that soft skin, and pull him on top of me, caressing him, taking him in, licking, biting, sucking—all of it. It was a fantasy just about to never come true. Damn.

One by one, everyone had left. I had just finished coming from jacking myself off when I heard footsteps behind me. I slowly turned around, the water spraying at my back. There he was, his blonde hair sleek and smooth from the water, his entire body glistening, his eyes gazing at me with a desire, and his cock in full throttle. He was gorgeous. A model, really, and he knew it, too. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt him taking a step in my direction. My face was only inches from his. I could feel his hot breath as he gently reached behind my head and grabbed my neck pulling me into him. I parted my lips and slowly, his beautiful soft angel lips met mine. His mouth covered mine only slightly, as he ran his lips over mine. I was in heaven in five different places on my body. He slowly ran his hands up and down the sides of my torso. I would have expected his hands to be rough, I dunno why. Maybe because he seemed to be the kind of guy that is always doing something handy dandy and getting blisters and roughness around the edges of his palms, but to my surprise, his hands were softer than my own.

I slowly felt his supple, moist tongue entering my mouth. I let a little moan escape as his hands crept toward my nipples. They were already hard, along with my raise, but he decided to finish me off by sucking each one leisurely, and making each lick an attempt to make me groan even louder. We slowly laid down on the tiled floor, the water trailing over each of our bodies. He turned me over on my knees, and I felt his body heat as he ran his hard cock over my ass, teasing me. I felt him grab either sides of my hips and slowly I felt him hoist himself up inside my ass. I tightened at first, then slowly relaxed and moaned because the pleasure was unbearable. We went at it like rabbits, him thrashing as hard as he could against me, me whimpering beneath his power. I came within a few minutes. It wasn't as surprising as one might have thought. Without a doubt, he was the best fuck I had had in ages. He was most likely the best, I mean, he was a Malfoy, wasn't he? He was just perfect at everything, even though I tried not to admit it.

When I felt him slide out of me and come on my back, I collapsed. My ass was still tingling from the wonderful sensation. Once he finished coming, he stood up, rinsed in the shower, grabbed his towel and headed toward the door. Before he actually left, he turned to me.

"Same time tomorrow night, by the lake," he said, and before I could respond, he was gone.

Holy shit! He was even better than I had imagined. His body was so smooth to the touch, his lips on me could just make me come thinking about it, and his ass, so tight he made it, it was the greatest fuck I ever had. Of course, I wasn't intending on telling Potter that. He doesn't need any more recognition than he's already got. For Christ's sake, he's the greatest wizard besides Voldemort in the world. Heh, and I just fucked him. It wasn't because I forced him to; he wanted it. Nearly begged on his knees for me to do it. It wasn't because I was lucky either, it's because I always get my way.

I strolled up to my dormitory wondering whether Malfoy was thinking about me as much as I was. I couldn't get his face out of my head, when he was just standing there staring at me with his beautiful gray eyes as the water poured down his appetizing body. Mmm, it was a sight for anyone to see, whether it be man or woman. Malfoy could get anyone on the planet to fuck him, and he knew it. Somehow, I found it ironic that he chose me. I'm not offering a complaint, that's for sure, but it just leaves me wondering what he's trying to get at. He always uses people to get what he wants, and now he's got me, so what is he trying to get? I mean, he wouldn't just fuck me for the hell of pleasure would he? Maybe he would: probable, but not likely. Ah, fuck it. It's late. 1A.M. I'm going to sleep…probably dream of him. I just don't understand how he's still in my head, I mean, it was just a fuck…right?

That damn boy. Beautiful emerald eyed, sleek body, tight ass, black locked boy. What the hell have you done to me? I feel like I could fly. And why the hell are you so god damn different than everybody else? You're fucking gorgeous, but so are a lot of other people, and you're amazing, but so are other people. What makes you so fucking different? Or better for that matter? God, I wish I knew how to just quit thinking about you all the time. Fuck. It's 1 in the morning. Forget it, I'm going to bed. I'll have my head cleared by morning, and this constant thought of you will be gone. I hope.

A/N: I fucking love this story and I hope you do too! Harry and Draco just need to fricken hook up. I'm about to write to J.K. and tell her to switch book seven ASAP! Keep reading it gets wayyyyy more intense!! Stay in your chairs! PLEASE review!!! Thanks!