Summary: All his life, Harry hasn't been shown true love. If true love did reveal itself, it was crushed right before his eyes. Draco Malfoy doesn't know how to dream. Everything he ever needed and wanted was right before his eyes. One knows love. One knows hope. Everything would be perfect if they just opened their eyes. But no, Harry has to blackmail Draco first. (After the war) Drarry

Rating: M (Boy Love/ Swearing/ Nudity)

Introducing...

Guilty Pleasures

by: Remmi JanJan

Chapter One

"Harry, is it just me or is Malfoy a lot more nicer to you?" Ron whispered to Harry as The Boy Who Lived waved back to indeed, the seemingly nice Draco Malfoy.

Ron was not the only one questioning it however, for the people between the Gryfinndor and Slytherin tables looked frantically back and forth between the waving duo freaking out if the apocalypse is near even after Harry Potter himself saved the world.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Come on Ron. Harry saved his life. What do you expect?"

Ron shook his head with eyes narrowed suspiciously at Malfoy who stopped waving and starting chatting with his Slytherin friends,"No. It's a lot more than that. It's like he's... he's planning something. Something death eater-ish." He strokes his chin muttering, "It's a conspiracy. I could smell it."

Harry beside him chuckled, "Ron, people change. Just deal with it. " Patting his friend's back in reassurance The Boy Who Lived stands up, "I'll see you guys in the common room."

"What? But mate, it's not even desert yet!" Ron says, a bit surprised by his friend abrupt leave. Hermione asked worriedly, "You're not going on a diet are you Harry? You're skinny enough as it is!"

Harry smiled as he laughed, "I just need to finish a Charms essay due tomorrow! Later!"

Before the messy haired boy walks away from the Grand Hall, he glared at a certain blonde boy and tilted his head at the direction of the exit as a gesture. Unknown to anyone, the blonde boy left his group and followed the trail of Harry Potter.

"I don't understand it. Not at all, Hermione." Ron says to his girlfriend as he takes a bunch of pumpkin pasties into his palm.

The bushy haired girl sighed, "Still with the death eater conspiracy? Malfoy was just waving at Harry, for Merlin's sake. Why can't they just be professional to each other?"

"No. It's not just that Hermione." Ron takes a pumpkin pasty and shoves it in his mouth, "Did you see Malfoy's expression as he waved at Harry?"

Hermione thought about it, "Well, he was smiling wasn't he?"

Ron stands up from his seat and pointed at Hermione's nose who jumped a little at the motion.

"Yes! That's exactly what's wrong with it!"

Hermione pushed Ron's finger away,"Malfoy maybe a sick, arrogant, prat of a ferret but he can still smile, Ron."

Hermione looks to her boyfriend who sat down quizzically looking off in the distance, "There's just something wrong with his expression. Like he was forced to smile, you know?"

Hermione shook her head and sighed, "Oh Ron. If you keep thinking that everything is a conspiracy-"

"Not everything!"

"You thought pumpkin juice was not made of real pumpkin and there was also THAT incident so unless you want me to mention that in front of everyone in Gryfinndor,I suggest you stay quiet and let me continue my sentence." As she pointed sternly at Ron, who pouted a bit.

"If you keep thinking that everything is a conspiracy, I wouldn't do that thing that you like." Hermione says keeping her voice low as she sent coy glances at Ron who asked confused, "What thing that I like?"

Hermione leaned over Ron and whispered her plans and by the time she was done, Ron's face was brighter than his hair.

"Officially no more death eater conspiracies." He managed to croak out.

Hermione smugly grinned, "Glad we can negotiate."

"What do you want?" Draco asked sneering at the messy haired boy who smirked as a reply.

"Couldn't you be a bit more real with that wave of yours? Your face looked like it belonged with unicorns frolicking in a meadow of daises along with a rainbow in the background." Harry teased as he leaned close to Draco's face, who simply pushed him away, "Get away from me! It's bad enough I'm forced to be nice to you in public." He glared.

Harry looked amused, "Really?" He grabbed Draco's wrists, ignoring the blonde boy's protests, "I saved your life remember? That's the least you can do for me."

He pulled the boy closer up to his chest as his green eyes look down to wide scared silver ones, "Besides, I also kept that little secret of yours too and I even gave you what you wanted. Being fake is how you repay me?" The black haired boy huskily whispers in the Draco's ear who shivered a bit at the action, "S-stop! I said stop it!" Trying to push away the taller boy but he was trapped by the wall and the tall figure.

"Don't you want some of that you were craving for?" Harry leans down to Draco's neck, his lips brushing against the pale skin.

He then opened his mouth to let a long lick at the white flesh but the small act was enough to make Draco whimper.

"I said... to... s-sto...ah!" He moaned as the messy haired boy took another lick, pushing his body against the younger boy. "You said what, Draco? I couldn't hear you with all that moaning you're making."

Harry rubbed his hips slightly against Draco's causing him to gasp slightly at to grab a hold of his smooth black counseled hair.

"D-don't... do.. t-that..." The pale boy let other another whimper as he felt his erection harden.

Harry paid no attention him his licks, nips, and rubbing against hips increased in pace, making Draco grip his hair even harder. "I-I said!"

But before Draco could continue, he felt a weird sensation on his neck and before he could comprehend what it is, Harry pulled away leaving Draco holding his neck in a daze.

"Same time tomorrow, pet?" The boy smirked arrogantly at the boy as he turned around to take his leave.

The pale boy sighed and dropped to his knees, weakened by what just happened. Draco grabbed a hold of his neck, the weird sensation still there as he felt the area with his fingers. The exact same spot in which Harry's lips brushed.

Draco does't know exactly how long he's been laying there, in the empty corridor.

Everything seemed like a dream, what just happened between the two.

But the only evidence that Harry was there in the first place was the throbbing ache on his neck.

Author's Note: Harry is not a vampire! I swear! I've read some of those fanfics back in the day but the only one that I truly liked was a Hermione/Harry story in which I forgot the name and if you happen to tell me the name of that fanfic is, I would appreciate it! I would also like to thank you, reader, for reading this story! I find that it's quite comforting to know people out there crazier for Harry Potter than I am! I know I'm a bit of a rookie when it comes to writing and all the details might not blend together smoothly, I would appreciate some constructive criticism. If you have something against or is uncomfortable with boy love, I suggest you not read on after this chapter for there will be more hip rotating, body licking, and whimpery moaning after this. What's Draco's little secret? You have to find out my dear lovelies! Until then, what's your guess?

Love~

Remmi JanJan