Harry and Draco = 3 or /3?

Situation:

Draco = rich kid secretly gay, troubled by his evil father, whose strength comes from death and the suffering of the chosen one. Can Draco overcome his power father and save the boy he loves or will he succumb to his father's power?

Harry = is a mere child in his fosterers eyes, a child not worthy of love, amidst this there is a complication. The weight of the world lies on his shoulders; he is also deeply in-love with an indecisive enemy.

Story: Draco's POV

I couldn't believe my father, how could he possibly bring his sixteen year old son to a "meal" with Voldemort? What will we be eating this time... mud-blood flesh or muggle maybe even snake eyes. Fathers could be very insensitive to their children.

Last time we went, a seventeen year old boy was discussed, I was told that if I saw a scrawny, dark haired boy with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead, I was to destroy him mercilessly, that he was out to kill us.

Walking to the room where my broom was kept, was an annoying affair, the steps were dusty, cracked, decrepit and slippery. The grey stone looked as though it had stood there for thousands of years, not even a rug on the bare, cold floor.

My broom carried me swiftly through twilight over an avenue of old grey, leafless trees. We landed outside a curious looking inn. It smelled of blood, not any ordinary blood but that of my kind, magical blood. Thoughts raced through my mind: why had my dad sent me here, what was happening inside?

Something about that certain scent of blood drew me in, it smelt different as though the person loosing it felt none if its pain. This was a whole new vision of life to me. The red paint on the walls of the inn seemed to complete the scary image of what my father could be doing right now.

I hesitantly walked through the oak door, I never wanted to see that sight again, Muggle and half-blood's bodies lay strewn across the floor of the inn. "Malfoy" was written on the bare walls in blood. This was my fathers doing.

I jumped to the side as a guy shouted too me for help for his friend. I alertly walked over, his bloody face was flooded with tears, his eyes were full of regret, he knew his friend was gone but couldn't admit it to himself.

"Who are you?" He asked, brought back to his senses.

"I am Draco Malf..." I stumbled; I couldn't tell him my last name, could I? "Draco Malford, and you are?" I noticed something beautiful, pure and strong in his eyes, I had a sudden longing to reach out, caress him, comfort him and touch his face, what is wrong with me? I thought myself.

"I am Harry Potter." His brown eyes seemed to grimace at the sound of his own name, what was he hiding?

Together we slowly walked under the stars, through a beautiful, natural, serene park accompanied only by the secretive animals of the night, or so we thought. We soon found out we were being followed by snatchers.

"Draco! Look out!" Harry's voice seemed perfect but I didn't have time to fanaticise. I jumped side wards out of Harry's way so he would escape, I would just be taken back to my father. "Run Harry, run" I shouted as I fell on old grey tree roots.

I'm not leaving you to face the vermin on your own!" he ran back and brought me to my feet, the feeling of our hands touching was too much for me to risk loosing. I held onto his hand and ran the fastest I could, jumping broken tree trunks. I pulled behind a tree, its silvery trunk reflecting the full moon, frost already appearing on its leaves, it was cold, below zero degrees.

I pulled him into me, using the cold as an excuse; he stood there, looking into my eyes as though as he was searching for something. I searched his eyes, a gust of wind blew his dark hair out of his face revealing a lightning shaped mark on his forehead. I thought he still looked just as sexy.

"Draco, I know your father, I know you lied." Harry seemed hurt. "Your father wants me dead, he is helping Voldemort." He trusted me, how could he trust me?

"Harry, I know, I'm sorry for lying to you, but I thought you would kill me on the spot." I rested my hands on his shoulders

"Why would I kill you on the spot? You have a lot to learn about me Draco. First I would never kill anyone without good reason, even when someone or something tries to kill me, I hate killing it!" He was amazing, I'd never heard of anyone that good and pure.

"I think I should go back now, my father asked me to meet-up with him." I realised I just said the wrong thing, his eyes grew nervous, his sexy lips formed a frown and he was trying to not show how agitated he was.

Harry's POV;

I found it awful that such a beautiful creature be born to a life of evil, amazing that he saved me from the snatchers and pondered around what would happen if Draco's father found out. I felt his warm breathe on my face as he spoke to me, my eyes searching for his.

"Why haven't you killed me yet?" I grew suspicious for he was acquainted with Voldemort.

"Why would I kill you? How could I follow my father and murder someone so fair?" I wasn't sure what he meant by fair, I could only create my own little fantasy but this made me feel desperate. I was clinging onto every word he said.

"So I can trust you?" It was more of a statement then a question yet he gracefully nodded, his silky, beautiful long blonde hair blowing in the wind. He was too gorgeous to be real.

"Of course you can trust me." From that day onwards we met-up in secret at eight o'clock every night. He was my secret lust, I wanted nothing more than too spend everyday and night with him. Draco made me feel alive; he made the world feel like a better place to live in. I felt he would never judge me.