Title: Sweetest Fire Part I - Love Me Sweetly

Author Name: M.R.H.I.

Author Email: anitney_fanfics@yahoo.com

Category: Romance

Sub-category: Humor

Keyword: Draco Harry birthday leather candles

Rating: R

Pairing: Draco/Harry, Blaise/Seamus, Sirius/Remus

Summary: Love can be found in the strangest, most unexpected of place, and in this case, it was no different. Harry Potter, now a sixth year, out on a midnight rendezvous because of a sleepless night, finds himself at the Astronomy Tower... and hears the most unexpected thing, which leads to another greatest change in his life. Slashy, sweet, and full of fluff. Readers, beware!

Author Note: Written in honor of my birthday, November 7. Hope you like ^_^

**** Sirius in this story is still living and is currently trying to seduce his best friend, Remus.

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The dim moonlight slipped through the windows into corridors of Hogwarts as silver shadows gently chasing the darkness away. Everything was silent, as it should be at this hour of the night, where all students were either peacefully at rest in their dorms, shagging endlessly somewhere in the castle, or like Filch, lurking around, hoping to catch any mischievous wanderer.

Soft footsteps echoed hollowly against the stone wall across the hall, but nothing was visible as far as eyes can see. Of course, under the Invisibility Cloak, no human eyes could detect the source that was making the quiet noises, of which, Harry Potter was very grateful for.

Another nightmare had hit him full force again. This time, Voldemort seemed very vicious for some very strange reason. The only thing Harry could make out of his dream was that the man wanted chocolate for dessert but his faithful Death Eaters failed to give him (who knew Voldemort was into chocolate? ^~^). Harry shuddered. He would definitely not want to be in their place right now.

Now, naturally, Harry had tried to go back to sleep, except sleep was nowhere near as he laid there, tossing and turning and sweating under the hot summer sky. Summer vacation was only a few days away, and, having finished all of their Owls and exams, now only thought of what would await them when they came back home for summer. Harry, on the other hand, felt lonelier than ever. Leaving Hogwarts meant leaving his home, and his friends, and all the things he fell in love with, yes, even Potions. But he fell in love with Potions in a hateful kind of way, so it really didn't matter. And leaving Hogwarts also meant going back to the Dursleys, the one thing he absolutely despised.

Sirius was freed a few weeks ago, as Wormtail had finally been captured. Sirius was very close to going back to Azkaban when he jumped on Wormtail and attempted to kill him with his bare hands. Luckily, Remus had been there to restrain him, and for some reason, his godfather had looked very flustered when Remus was admonishing him thoroughly. Harry wondered why; Sirius usually didn't give any mind to anyone who scolded at him.

Anyway, now Sirius was staying at Hogwarts with Remus, who had come back, under the 'command' of Dumbledore, to take the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts once again. Harry would love to stay with Sirius, but he knew Sirius was very busy, with all the things he had to keep up with his best friend after these long years, and not to mention fixing Godric's Hollow. This was supposed to be a secret and a surprise for Harry, but unfortunately, Sirius's uncontrolled excitement and blabbing mouth gave it away. His godfather had promised to take him back to his home once it was fixed, but not now, because Sirius didn't want Harry to see the state it was in, so grudgingly, Harry had agreed to stay at the Dursleys for another summer.

Now here he was, walking aimlessly around when he knew Filch would be around here somewhere, thinking of how unfair the world was, and how he wished, once again, that he was a normal teenager without a lunatic-for-a-murderer hot on his tail.

Harry was very bitter. Oh yes, he was very bitter. For one, he was going back to the Dursleys. For another, he has developed a huge crush on a certain Slytherin towards the end of the year, and was now wishing that the blond sex-god was here with him. None of his friends knew about this, of course, since he was such a great secret keeper, but Seamus must have suspected something, because he has been watching Harry with the blank look lately. Being the oblivious Gryffindor like he was, Harry was not aware of the crush Seamus has on him, when the whole Hogwarts student population practically knew.

Harry really had no idea when this feeling was pinned onto him, or if he was really gay or not, but one day, he found himself watching, enchanted by the look Draco Malfoy had on his face as he worked on his Potion. Harry marveled how the no-longer slicked back, silvery blond hair fell softly over his eyes, obscuring slightly the burning intensity that those silver orbs held as he stirred his potion, once in a while would impatiently pushed the blond locks away. Harry watched, wide eyes anticipating when the lower, slightly full lip was caught between his teeth as Draco began worrying it, frowning slightly as he read the directions and sprinkled some powder into his potion. His eyes traveled the length of Draco's neck to his collarbone; he had taken his cloak off earlier, and had his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, a few buttons undone from neck down. Harry's emerald eyes were dark with a hungry sort of desire as they drank in the milky-pale skin, smooth and flawless and, from the look of it, must be very firm and nice to the touch.

Of course, watching something oh so deliciously beautiful like Draco Harry couldn't blame himself for not stirring his potion right and having it exploded into his face, sending purple-green, gooey liquid splattered everywhere. Harry soon found a very angry, purple-green face Snape screaming at him on top of his lungs, but he paid him no heed, for his eyes were on Draco, again.

Draco, this time, was looking at him, too. His eyes were confused for a moment, wondering what was going on, for he, being so far back to the classroom as he was, did not caught any ugly liquid on himself at all. Then those beautiful silver stars lit up when he realized what had happened, and smirked at Harry, which was the final straw for the boy, and he breathlessly, and urgently, too, waited for the lesson to end so he could go and take care of his 'little' problem, pooling somewhere between his legs.

Sighing, Harry shook his head, clearing it from the memory. He couldn't bear to let himself think of what would happen if anyone know about this, especially Draco, for there was no one in this universe the blond would have any feeling for him, friendly or friendlier at that. But a guy is allowed to dream, isn't he?

So absorbed in his thoughts as he was, Harry did not see where he was going and nearly bumped into the door if he didn't stop in time. Blinking in confusion, Harry took in his surrounding, and realized with a jolt that he was in the Astronomy Tower, the most famous place in Hogwarts for its known use for shagging.

Harry was about to turn and walk away, when he heard sounds from inside. Blushing furiously, as Harry thought he had walked into a snog (or something more) session, and seriously was about to run away, when the sounds formed into words, and, with his curiosity nagging at him, Harry leaned against the door and listened.

Words quickly reached his ears, slightly muffled because of the door, and Harry's eyes widened as he realized whose voice it was.

"... wrong with me? Why, of all the people, must it be him? Why? Why? What have I, the most gorgeous, sexiest, hottest creature on two legs that had ever graced this dull world with my radiant presence, done to deserve such punishment? Oh, the shame! The disgrace! I will be spat on, trample on, sneer at, my name will be written down forevermore for the world to know, that I, Draco Malfoy, have had the biggest crush in century on his one and only absolutely ravishing enemy!"

At this Harry's heart leaped into his throat. He couldn't believe his ear. When Draco Malfoy said 'enemy', was he implying...?

"Yes!" the voice shouted out in frustration, as if reading Harry's thought. "I really fancy Harry Potter! Is that so bad? Of all the people in this world, I have to go and like Harry - Fucking - Potter. I hate myself." Harry could have sworn Draco was sulking, but he could have cared less, for Draco Malfoy had admitted that he liked...

.... Me, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy likes me! I must be in Wonderland... Harry's thought was cut off when something else Draco was saying caught his ears.

"My birthday's tomorrow, and I can't even concentrate on being happy about it, because Harry Potter is on my mind, all the time, every time, every minute, every day, every night, and that is a very bad thing since I have to take care of myself every time because I just can't stop thinking about him!" Harry blushed. Oh my, how flattering.

"Potter! I hate you, but I can't hate you, because I fancy you, therefore, I hate you like you. And worst of all, he probably doesn't like me. Heck, I bet he's not even gay. I mean, I know I'm not gay either, but..." Harry wondered if Draco knew what he was talking about, but dismissed the idea, as something Draco said earlier tugged at his mind.

Draco's birthday is tomorrow.

Grinning rather devilishly, Harry turned and walked away, a plan already forming in his head.

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Seamus watched Harry.

He watched as Harry hummed and made his bed, a thing no boy in his right state of mind would do. He watched as Harry danced himself into the bathroom, swinging his clothes as if dancing with an invisible being. He heard Harry laughed and sang in the shower under the running water.

And he was very suspicious.

A few moments later the sound of the water running stopped, and out came Harry, clad in nothing but a towel, draped dangerously low around his waist. Suspicion momentarily forgotten, Seamus looked at Harry hungrily, eyeing the droplets of water that was running down the perfectly tanned, toned chest, disappearing as they sipped through the towel. God, does Harry know how tantalizing he looks? Seamus wondered, but from the oblivious look on the boy's face, the blond thought not.

And then Harry was throwing clothes out from his trunk. "No, too bright, hmm... way too large... god, this looks hideous, oh my god, how could I have thought to even wear this!"

And it carried on for nearly an hour, until Harry threw his hand up in frustration. "Nothing! Nothing looks okay!" Harry cried, rounding on Seamus, who was busy looking at Harry's back to care. "Seamus, what should I do? Or rather, what should I wear!?"

It took Seamus a moment to collect his thoughts. "Oh, well, Harry, why are you so worried about what you should wear today? It's not like you..." Then his eyes narrowed. "Harry..."

Harry turned away, hoping to hide his blush. Seamus was sure to recognize the state one would be in when one is having a crush. Then Harry was suddenly being attacked from behind. "Seamus!" he cried, toppling over and fell onto, much to his horror, Ron's bed.

"Oh, Harry! You like me!" Seamus squealed like a schoolgirl, eyes shining in a way Harry did not like one bit. "You made me think I have no chance with you, then you come out and tell me you like me! Oh Harry, I like you too!"

Harry gaped, staring at him unbelievingly. Seamus, mistaking Harry's face for one of excitement (although how, I don't know, since he just looked very horrified) eagerly leaned down and kissed Harry fully on the lips, yes, tongue and all.

Harry gagged, wondering when and how long Seamus has been liking him, and realizing that he had a bigger problem to take care of right now, like... getting Seamus off him!

"Seamus, Seamus, let go of m..." Seamus's hand was dangerously low. "Seamus, NO! I said let go!" When that seemed to have no effect on the horny Irish boy, Harry did the only thing he could think of, and punched Seamus on the face.

"Ouch! What was that for?" Seamus glared at him, sulking. "And things were getting really heated, too."

Harry breathed deeply, for the first time recognizing his state of undress, and quickly pulled the bed sheets over to him. "Seamus, what in the world was that all about?"

Seamus stared at him. "Harry, you just..."

"What in the world possessed you to jump on me like that? I could've died from heart-attack!" Harry said hotly, face red from the embarrassment and indignation.

"What? You mean you don't like me?" Seamus asked, his smile fell.

"No, of course not, well, not that way, no," Harry said patiently, and then asked the next question, "Did you say that you like me?"

Seamus rolled his eyes. "Of course I like you, you dork. I've liked you ever since last year, and you have obliviously broken my heart," he said dramatically, and this time, Harry rolled his eyes.

"Honestly Seamus, you should've told me," Harry said wisely. "If you like me, you can tell me, and then you wouldn't have to endure... er, such pain."

Seamus gave him a look. Harry stared back at him. "Well?" Seamus prodded.

"Well, what?" Harry said, knowing what Seamus was implying.

"Well, you know now that I like you, so...." Seamus said airily, when his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. "Do you... like me back?"

Harry smiled at him, and Seamus's face fell. That smile could only mean one thing... "You're the bestest guy to be around, but sorry, I have my eyes on someone else."

Seamus sighed, defeated, then, a new curiosity perked up, and he leaned forward. "Who? Who is it? Who? Who? Who? Wh..."

"Okay!" Harry said exasperatedly. "God, you're driving me crazy."

Seamus glanced at him slyly. "Oh, I am, aren't I?" he said, elbowing Harry playfully. Harry looked on in confusion, before he realized.

"Seamus!" Harry scolded, blushing. "You know what I mean."

"So, who's she?" Seamus asked, then, seeing the uncomfortable look on Harry's face, grinned wickedly. "Oh, Harry, you bad bad boy, it's a 'he', isn't it?" The deep red color that blotted Harry's cheeks was enough to confirmed his suspicion. "Oh my god! Harry! You're gay!"

"NO!" Harry cried, clasping a hand over Seamus's mouth. "Seamus, I am not gay," he hissed.

"Bmumhmumamn..." Seamus muffled.

Harry let go of the blond.

"But you agreed that it's a guy," Seamus protested.

"Well, he is a guy, but um, he's the only one... the only boy that I've ever think about... um, that way before," Harry said, and Seamus wondered how a person can get that red.

There was a long silence.

Seamus promptly got out of the bed, and went over to his drawer. Harry watched him curiously. "Um, Seamus?" he inquired timidly.

Seamus didn't even glance back as he rummaged through his clothes. "What?"

"What are you doing?"

This time Seamus did look back. "What do you think I'm doing? Since you have no fashion sense at all," Harry muttered a protest at that, "you need an expert to help you, and who else can be better but me?" Seamus smiled slightly at Harry. "Don't worry about me, Harry sweet. I like you, but now I have to find someone else. Damn, I guess that's the price for liking the Great Harry Potter."

Harry gazed at Seamus in wonderment, and then, smiling widely, threw a pillow at him. "Don't call me that, you goofist!"

"Now now, Harry, play nice, or I won't help you dress at all," Seamus said sternly.

The sixth year dorm was filled with laughter after that.

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"Ron, where is Harry?" Hermione said impatiently, tugging at the redhead, who was trying to eat as much as he possibly could. When Ron didn't answer and continued to consume his food like mad, Hermione slap him on the head, making the guy choke into his porridge.

"Gah! Hermione, you trying to kill me or something?" Ron said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while glaring at Hermione, as if it was all her fault.

Hermione looked on disgustedly at Ron's complete lack of table manners. "Would you please spare me the pleasure of watching you gorging in food like a pig and tell me where in the world Harry is?"

Ron put down his fork, making it look as if he was eating very properly indeed. "Harry? Last I saw of him he was in the dorm with Seamus."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Seamus? Ron, do you think that it's... wise for Harry to be alone with Seamus at all?"

"Oh, Hermione!" Ron said exasperatedly, rolling his eyes. "It's not like Seamus's going to jump on him or anything." He paused, then said in a mutter, "Never mind, Seamus would do something like that."

"See, I'm always right, Ron," Hermione said approvingly, then she glanced over to the Slytherin table. Malfoy was looking at them again, his eyes fierce with some kind of emotion, considering if Malfoy has any feelings at all. Hermione was agitated by Malfoy during the whole breakfast. He wouldn't stop looking over to the Gryffindor table, and by the fifteenth time he did this, Hermione was sure Malfoy was plotting something devious to them.

"Ron, is it just me, or have you noticed that Malfoy keeps looking over our way?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Mmmhmm?" Ron looked up from his plate of food. Hermione sighed. How can anyone eat so much at this early in the morning?

"Well? Have you noticed?"

Ron looked at Malfoy, who, seeing the redhead looking at him, sneered and turned to Blaise, who was also looking over to their table, except not at them, but the empty seat next to Dean, where Seamus usually sat.

"Well, knowing him, he's probably up to no good," Ron said.

Hermione nodded in agreement, and was about to say something, when her mouth dropped open, and the book she was reading fell to her lap.

Ron looked at her questioningly and turned to the double doors, and stared, and from the looks of things, so were other people.

Seamus was smiling proudly, looking very satisfied and nodding approving at the attention he was getting, or rather, the person standing next to him.

Harry was half standing behind Seamus, looking embarrassed, while half trying to run out of the Great Hall.

"Seamus!" Harry hissed, his cheeks already very red. "I can't believe you'd do this to me!"

"Relax, Harry, you look very hot," Seamus said sweetly, and shoved Harry forward, letting everyone having a full view of The Boy Who Lived.

Seamus has make-up. Therefore, he felt the need to apply at least some on Harry's face, much to the boy's protest. A light, golden hue eye shadow that slowly deepened into an emerald green spread across Harry's eyelids, bringing the breath-taking beauty of his deep, rare green of his eyes, and interestingly enough, it also brought out the golden lining around the irises too, and they were very beautiful.

Other than eye shadow Seamus seemed very reluctant to put anymore stuff on Harry's face, but did sweep a lip-gloss-coated finger over Harry's lips lightly, so that they would shine a bit more. The blond didn't think Harry needed any blush on his face. Those crimson natural blush was enough, and since Harry's eyebrows were already slender and not thick, and a rich color of brownish-black, Seamus needed not put anything there either.

He did do something to Harry's hair, however. Harry has stopped cutting his hair since last year, because for some reason, it would just grow back to the length before, which was shoulder-length, and so, Harry decided to give up. Seamus used a spell to parted Harry's bangs, revealing the lightning-shaped scar, and cut the edges so that they would curve around Harry's cheekbones, although just slightly. It would look very girlish if Harry had a girl haircut. All in all, Harry looked absolutely ravishing. Not to mention his clothes.

Seamus was someone who cared about appearance very much, so therefore, he brought many clothes, brand name and all. He decided to put Harry in a slightly tight, deep dark midnight blue shirt with the sleeves ripped off to reveal normally muscular for a sixteen-year-old arms. And to complete the touch, Seamus made Harry wear black, leather tights that fit his long, toned legs, which would glimmer when caught in the light.

There was a long moment as everyone gazed at Harry dreamily, but Harry only had eyes for one Slytherin, sitting between Blaise and Pansy, staring at him with undeciphered eyes.

Harry faltered a bit, a sudden thought crossed his mind. What if what happened yesterday wasn't real? What if he was hallucinating? Maybe Draco doesn't like him... if that was so, then it was all a waste putting on this show. Harry's spirit faded, but then, something in those captivating eyes sparked up, and with a renew hope, Harry realized that it was... desire. Wait. There was something else also. Something deeper in his eyes that was flickering behind the open desire, something very much like...

Draco looked away from Harry, but Harry had his answer, and was more determined than ever. He turned and grabbed Seamus's arm, pulling him over to the Gryffindor table, much to everyone's surprise.

"What are you doing?" Seamus whispered to him.

Harry smiled mischievously and shook his head. "Play along, Seamus, because something fun is going to happen," he said wickedly.

Seamus looked at him in bewilderment, then broke into a grin as well. "Oh, Harry, I love it when you're naughty."

Harry laughed, and they sat down, Harry between Ron and Hermione and Seamus next to Ron.

Ron was staring at him as if not believing his eyes, while Hermione studied him slowly.

"Harry," Hermione said; she has that 'look' on her face, which told him she was criticizing him with her gaze. "Harry," she repeated.

"Er, hi Hermione," Harry said conversationally, smiling at her innocently enough.

Then Hermione exploded. "Where in the world were you?! You're like, an hour late! Lucky for you we don't have any classes anymore, otherwise imagine how much trouble you're going to be in! Honestly, Harry! What is wrong with you? You had me scared to death, thinking that Voldemort had you or something! I really think you should reconsider about your ac..."

"Hermione," Harry interrupted sharply, "please, I need some peace."

Hermione glared at him, then flicked her hair and returned her attention to her book. Relieved, Harry turned to Ron, just to find that Ron was still staring at him. "Er, Ron...?"

Then it was Ron's turn to explode at him. "HARRY! What the heck are you wearing? And make-up! Since when do you start wearing make-up! I thought only girls do that. And do you know that it's very disturbing, having everyone staring this way?"

And it was true, even the teachers were staring, Dumbledore looked very amused, McGonagall looked disapprovingly, Snape glared, and the other teachers were just stunned.

Harry shrugged. "Don't worry, Ron, today will be the only day I'm wearing this."

"But why are you...?"

Harry shushed him. "I want some attention from a certain someone, is that so hard to understand?"

Hermione's ear prickled, and she looked up. "Oh Harry, not another person like Cho again? I can't stand it if..."

"No, no, Hermione, not a girl, just..." Harry flushed.

Hermione put two and two together, while Ron sat there, wondering what Harry was talking about. "Oh! Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, putting a hand on his arm. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Shut up, Ron, this is personal," Hermione said sternly, then looked back at Harry with soft eyes. "How long have you...?"

"Well, I'm not even sure if I'm one, I just like this one specific person, so..." Harry explained, hoping to see some understanding in Hermione's eyes.

She nodded and patted his arm a bit. "No matter who you choose, I will support you, and Ron will, too." She hugged him, and said, "We love you, you know?"

Harry smiled brightly, clapping Hermione on the back. "I know, Hermione, I always do."

Meanwhile, Seamus was realizing someone was staring at him, and looked to the Slytherin table. His eyes widened considerably, seeing that the 'someone' was actually undressing him with his dark, lust-filled eyes. Seamus smirked, and winked. Then, he excused himself from the table and slid out of the Great Hall. A few moments later Blaise followed him out.

Seamus wasn't seen until very late of that day.

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Damn Potter.

Draco thought as he walked back to his room that night, very sulky. The image of Harry walking around all day with those clothes on was enough to send Draco off the edge, and if it wasn't because of his admirable self-control, he would've spill himself there and then, in the Great Hall.

He liked Harry Potter, he admitted, but seeing him with... with... leather on was truly enough to make the coldest heart melt to fire and burn with love, which was the exact thing that happened to Draco, and burning he did, inside, for the whole, agonizing day.

Draco was startled out of his skin when Harry had looked at him, his eyes questioning and pointedly saying something, and Draco knew he must have given himself away when Harry smiled. God, there was no way in this world Harry liked him, so, without wanting to embarrass himself further, Draco had turned away out of cowardice. Rubbing his temples, Draco spoke the password to his private room, waiting for the portrait to open.

Draco entered, and was suddenly very cognizant.

Something felt strange - out of place, like a joint that wasn't properly connected to your body. Then he realized what it was. His room was pitch back, and when he said pitch black, he really meant pitch black. Draco could usually see in the dark once he'd gotten used to it, but this darkness was complete and impossible that he couldn't make out where he was standing. And to make matter worst, the portrait shut itself.

Draco fumbled around for his wand, cursing under his breath all that time, but before he could say 'Lumos', sudden light lit up, and Draco was startled to realize that his room was full of floating candles, flickering gently, toying with the shadows on the walls sensually.

Then Draco turned to his bed, and gaped. There, upon white, most expensive satin sheets, were deep, dark red rose petals scattered everywhere, sending a faint, seductive aroma to the room, and Draco felt a bit dizzy from the romance of it all.

Suddenly, so sudden that Draco gave a start, arms wound around his torso from behind. Flushing, Draco felt a body pressing to his back, and he knew, from the feeling, that this was no female, and no clothes, either.

Without turning around, Draco swallowed a stump in his dry throat and said in a croaked voice, "Who are you?"

The arms slid up, fingers playing against his clothed body, but somehow, the touch burned deeply within him, and somehow, he knew who was standing behind him before the person spoke. "You like me, don't you?"

Draco's breath caught in his throat, and he closed his eyes. Slowly, Draco grabbed the hands on his chest, and turned around.

Two sparkling seas of green smiled into his slightly surprised, mesmerizing eyes.

They stood there, gazing at each other for a long time, not saying anything, and all this time, Draco was holding Harry's hands.

Draco's face then broke into a slow smirk. "Well, hello there, Potter."

Harry's eyes were laughing at him, but he didn't care. Somehow, a naked Harry with green eyes has a very huge effect on him. "I saw you watching me for the whole day," Harry said, smiling widely.

"I'm watching you now," Draco said, his voice husky from lust and desire and... and...

Draco leaned down, slowly, and kissed Harry on the mouth. The moment the lips touched something ignited from deep inside them, like a flame, flickering into life in the darkness, showing what they were missing and what they knew all along.

Draco's hand wound through Harry's hair, feeling the soft texture and the other arm, he wrapped around Harry's waist. Harry's hands came up, and his arms locked around Draco's neck, drawing him closer... closer... Their kiss grew more passionate, needy, feverish, tongues lapsing together in a battle, not for dominant, but feelings, and soon Harry's grip on Draco's shoulders tightened, as Draco growled, feeling that the last barrier between them was preventing him from getting to Harry.

Harry seemed to realize this too, because his shaky fingers were impatiently trying to pry Draco's clothes off, but it was a rather difficult task, since they both refused to break their lip-lock or get separated more than two inches. Finally, as they both were realizing that this would not work, Harry reluctantly pulled back and helped Draco off his clothes.

Once that was done, Draco wasted no time in pushing Harry back into the bed, looming over him with a wild passion in his eyes.

Fear momentarily lurked in the corner of his mind. It wasn't exactly the first time Draco had done this, but somehow, being with Harry, made this more special, made him feel that he shouldn't rush or push or hurt. Their eyes locked, and Draco saw, through the fires that burned in Harry's eyes, the boy trusted him. Trusted him not to hurt, betray, or leave, and it frightened Draco. Perhaps he couldn't do this, after all. Does he like Harry? Yes. Does he want Harry? Absolutely. Does his feelings go beyond that? He didn't know.

Draco let out a shuddering breath, feeling cold all of the sudden, and made to draw away, but Harry held him back, and kissed him again, deeply, firmly, letting his feelings shaped themselves however they wanted, as long as Draco feel this... whatever that was between them... it was magical, unbreakable, and it will last in their memories, even if they wouldn't last.

"Harry," Draco said, for the first time, he spoke Harry's name, with feeling as he searched for the answer he needed in Harry's eyes. And then, they said it all.

Draco made his way down Harry's neck, slender and smooth. He nipped, licked, bit, kissed until Harry's neck was thoroughly ravished, and brought his hand up to sweep across a nipple. It hardened almost immediately under his touch as Harry gasped out loud, arching up, wanting more. The candles were giving out too much heat, as so were their bodies, and this made them very indigent with needs.

Keeping his eyes on Harry's face, Draco lowered his head, and gave a swift lick across the rosy nipple, delighted in the sharp intake of breath. Harry, it seemed, was growing very urgent under him, and he could sense his need, too.

He leaned up to kiss Harry again, one hand opening his bedside desk and fumbling for something. Finally, he pulled out a lotion bottle.

Harry watched, anticipated as Draco eased off the top and pour some lotion into his hand. It smelled like rose, or something else that was confused with the smell of the petals on the bed. Whatever it was, Harry didn't care as Draco rubbed the lotion on his hands.

"Draco, I..." Harry murmured, eyes half open. He wanted to say something, to tell Draco how much he wanted the blond, emotionally and physically, how much he yearned for him. He wanted to feel Draco, everywhere, all over him, inside him, filling him with a kind of emotion that he was greedy for, even though that was just a distant dream.

Draco kissed him again, sweetly, taking his time as he memorized Harry's lips and mouth, from corner to corner, not leaving anything away. Then Draco looked at Harry with a calmness in his eyes. "We... we don't have to, Harry. You don't need to..." Draco swallowed. What was he saying? He was giving his chance of having Harry Potter to himself away, perhaps his only chance, but Draco must allow Harry to think this clearly, so that he wouldn't regret, because then, it will be even more painful.

Harry wanted to back out, but he has gone too far to go back now. Besides, Draco was looking down at him, telling him that it'd be okay, that he could leave now, and they can pretend that nothing has happened for the rest of their life, but Harry couldn't let this go...

No, he couldn't. He wanted Draco, and he wanted Draco to want him.

Harry wrapped his hands around Draco's own, and guided it to the secret place between his legs.

Draco looked into Harry's eyes once again, and let his fingers passed through.

Harry closed his eyes as pain blurred his vision. However, as quickly as it came, the pain subsided, only to be replaced with a desperate need. Harry opened his eyes, and caught Draco's gaze.

This moment in time froze, the world slipping away, past and future mingled together to fade away also, leaving only the present that held them here, in this room, on this bed, in each other's arms. Draco saw the message in Harry's eyes, a command that said Now.

Draco's fingers left him, and Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist, drawing him closer. The blonde smiled, and Harry couldn't care less if anyone was going to find out, because this moment was special, so special that Harry believed that he had been waiting all his life for this.

Harry held onto Draco, wondering if this will be the first and last time he'd be able to feel completely loved. It truly pained him to know, now, that what he felt for Draco was beyond a simple crush, beyond physically attraction, but something so deep and pure and intense to the point of perfection that it hurt to think about. So Harry didn't think, as he lay in Draco's arms, savoring the moment, drinking in the feeling of being held so tenderly and memorizing the way their bodies fit together.

Their cries echoed in the room, and Draco fell down next to Harry, breathing deeply. The blond gathered Harry into his arms, and the Gryffindor automatically curled into the warmth, letting Draco pull the blanket over them. For a long time neither said anything.

Draco didn't know what to say, really. Experiencing this - this feeling was not what he'd expected. He had assumed that, all along, his feeling for Harry was just a school crush and nothing more. However, this proved his assumption wrong. Very wrong indeed.

This could be very difficult, however, as his father was a Death Eater and Harry was the savior of the wizarding world. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't, just couldn't go against his father like this. But... but... was his expectations more important than this person, lying next to him, content and happy and beautiful in every way? Or was there something else in this world worth living for?

"Harry," Draco said after a moment. When Harry didn't say anything, Draco thought he'd gone to sleep, but he wasn't.

"Hmm?"

"Will you be with me?" The hardest question he'd ever asked in his life that could decide his future, one and for all.

Harry's head snapped up, surprise clearly written in his eyes as he stared at Draco, not believing at what he had just heard. "W-what?" he croaked out.

Draco pressed his forehead to Harry's, brushing his lips against Harry's, and whispered, "Will you be with me... 'til death do we part?"

Harry couldn't believe it. Draco was... he was... proposing to him. "Draco, I... do you...?" Harry's eyes begged him to understand his question.

Draco understood of course, and he answered, without hesitation or such. "Yes."

The look on Harry's face was so heartbreaking that Draco found his breath being taken away. God, he's so... perfect, how could I even think about leaving this priceless treasure, ever?

And this time, much to Draco's shock, tears leaked out of the corners of Harry's eyes, shimmering under the dim light, glowing like unicorn blood. The Gryffindor pressed his face against Draco's neck, pulling him closer, and Draco automatically put his arms around him, feeling a tremor racked through his body.

When Draco afraid Harry wouldn't answer him, a quiet, whispery breath reached his ear in the form of the word Yes.

And Draco knew where his loyalty lies.

To his heart.

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Sirius stood in front of the portrait of the Slytherin prefect room, wondering if he should go in or not. When he was asked by Dumbledore this morning to go and escort Draco Malfoy to the headmaster office Sirius had been very indignant indeed. No matter what happened, Slytherins were his number one dislikes, and he'd rather eat his own sock than having anything to do with them.

He couldn't figure out why Dumbledore would want him to go and get the little Slytherin brat, when he fully knew that Sirius hated them.

But one thing that was lifting his mood up was that he had finally come out with his feelings to Remus, and he was accepted. Sirius had been waiting for this day for so long, wanting Remus to be with him forever, and now, his wish finally came true. Sirius couldn't wait to tell Harry, and after he fixed up Godric's Hollow, the three of them will live with each other until they died, and this time, not even Voldemort would tear them apart.

Smiling, Sirius said the password and the portrait swung open.

The sight that reached him was one of great shock.

He stood there for a moment, staring.

As if feeling the stare, Draco stirred, and Harry, curled in his arms, squirmed a bit and opened his eyes, smiling and kissing Draco's lips lightly, not knowing that they had company.

The kiss woke Draco up, and he smiled down at Harry.

"G'morning," Draco said warmly.

Harry giggled. "G'morning," he replied.

They leaned in for another kiss.

"MALFOY!"

Draco sprang up, nearly fell off the bed in his haste, and looked up. His heart stopped in his chest when he saw who was standing in the middle of the portrait hole. "Black?!" Draco spluttered. "How the hell did you get in here?"

Harry, upon hearing his godfather's voice, also jumped up, blushing. At least he had the grace to blush.

Sirius turned to Harry, pointing to Harry with a shaking finger, then to Draco.

He fell to the floor in a dead faint.

"Sirius!" Harry cried, wrapping the bed sheet around his waist and running over to his godfather.

"Harry, leave him be," Draco drawled. "He'll come around."

Harry turned to him with a glare. "How could you say that! He's my godfather!"

Draco smiled at Harry sweetly and jumped down the bed, walking over to the Gryffindor and kissed him deeply. Harry, stunned, let Draco kiss him without protesting.

When they pulled away, Draco gave Harry one of his rare, radiant smiles again. "Come back to bed, love, we'll take care of him later."

Harry nodded, walking with Draco back to the warmth of their bed.

Then Harry suddenly remembered, and tugged at Draco's hand. The blond turned to him questioningly, and Harry smiled. "Did you like you birthday present?"

Draco's eyes widened. "How did you...?" But he didn't finish his question, because those green pools were shimmering at him with love, and then, he realized he didn't care. "Yes, I love it," Draco breathed, and kissed Harry.

Harry smiled into the kiss, his godfather forgotten.

Besides, who needs Sirius when the sweetest of fires was here by his side?

-fin-

Goofist - this is a word that my English teacher used to admonish us students, or at least I think that's how you spell it; it really does sound like that, though.

IMPORTANT: YES! This is the revision of the first chapter. After much thinking (not really), I have finally decided that this will become my many sequences, each chapter talks about an important event. I'm working on the sequence, Sweetest Fire Part II - The Art of Healing, and hopefully it will be on shortly. After that perhaps I will put on Sweetest Fire Part III - The Concept of Death, but if I do not have time, then I will skip that and Sweetest Fire Part III will be called The Colors of Christmas. Oooh, I have everything planned out, now just have to write it down, that's all. Anyway, school is killing me, and life sucks. Oh, and please look out for my upcoming story, Many Shades of Green. This is one different story, quite different from my past works, but I hope you'll enjoy. It's a bit angsty, but there will be a happy ending, period. If anyone who knows me, I am one for happy endings, because I've read so many wonderful stories, and when they ended sadly, they suddenly made me lose interest, and I hate that. So, I'm an anti-angst person, oui! Happy Nothing Day!!!