Fait Accompli

Prologue – The Classroom of Erised

Harry sat in the middle of the floor in the deserted classroom he had so frequently visited in his first year, back when it held the Mirror of Erised. The stone floor was extremely cold, and his uniform (he had shed his robes earlier) were not particularly heat retaining. But he somehow could not feel the chill.

He sighed. First it was his parents. Now Sirius. The only person he could've turned to, the closest thing he had to a father… was gone. Who was Voldemort going to kill next? Hermione? Ron? Remus? Dumbledore? How many more loved ones was he going to lose?

Hot tears stung his eyes, but he brushed them away impatiently. What would the Wizarding World say, seeing their precious Boy-Who-Lived, fighting tears?

The door creaked open. Without turning, he knew who it was. He stood, and someone nuzzled the back of his neck. He pulled away and turned to face the smirking blonde.

"What's the matter Potter?" Grey eyes shielded by a fringe of hair.

"What's the matter? Nothing's the matter. Just that my Godfather is dead," Harry replied in a kind of strangled voice. "Nothing's the matter."

A finger rested on Harry's cheek, then traced the outline of his jaw. Harry didn't know why, but he shivered, and a tingle of electricity ran down his spine as said finger mapped out his lips. When the kiss started, he ended it quickly and looked away.

"What's the matter Harry?" drawled Draco Malfoy. "No mood tonight, hmm?"

"No mood- My Godfather's dead!"

"So I heard." He placed his hand delicately on Harry's chest, his fingers splayed out elegantly over Harry's heart. "All the more reason for me to be here, for you."

Harry didn't move. "All the more reason for you to take advantage of me!"

Raised eyebrows on Malfoy's part. "Take advantage of you? I would never dream of it." He walked around Harry, hand never leaving Harry's shirt, leaving trails of fire on the Gryffindor's skin through the material.

"This isn't a game."

"Game?" Malfoy snorted. "You dishonour me, Potter. I come here with all the goodness of my heart and am rebuffed." He snatched his hand away, and made to leave.

Harry sighed, a slight pain in his chest at the words. He grabbed Malfoy's hand in his own. Malfoy turned, looked at their intertwined hands, and then looked at Harry.

"Draco…"

"Don't 'Draco…' me Potter."

Harry sighed again and took hold of Malfoy's other hand. The black in the Slytherin's grey eyes had softened, even if the expression in his face had not. Harry surprised himself more than Draco when he leaned forward and kissed him.

The Slytherin, for one, did not object, although it was he who usually made the first move. Or any move, for that matter. But this change was…nice. Exciting, in a way. But he had come here for a reason. He pulled away gently, maybe too gently to be associated with a Malfoy, and led 'Potter' to a desk.

"Tell me about him."

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