Authors note: ok so i wasn't going to write any more on these two, but this came to me and i felt that they needed a more long term happy ending. the story is going to be a lot longer than the first two, but more involved and more concrete i hope. this has kind of gone beyond using the potterverse characters, but i just love them

please review :) i'm still working on my writing and Iappreciate all encourage and constructive feedback.

Chapter 1

Harry

It was the last day of summer holidays and Harry was already packed. He was beyond eager to leave th Dursley family forever. The same lawyer who had contacted him before, came again that summer. His blunt, overly friendly manner still scandalised his aunt and uncle and Harry felt it was worth the visit just for that. But he had come to tell Harry that now that he was turning 18 years old, he would inherit his family's property too, which included a small house in a town about 3 hours away as well as a flat in the middle of the city. He saw his uncle turn purple with the thought of how much wealthier Harry was now, and had since been almost obsequiously polite to him. It didn't matter, since Harry planned on moving out as soon as he could. In fact, this night would be his last time ever staying with these horrible people. Not that this summer had particularly awful, even before they had found out he was essentially 'rich'.

His huge and stupid cousin, who had always found an easy target in Harry for the odd kick, punch or jab, now realised Harry was now not only the same height as he, but also that unlike his fat, flabby self, was strong. Regular, healthy meals and outdoor sports had done their good work; cricket had made him fit, athletics and javelin gave him bulk, and football had made him quick. The fact that excelled at these things made Harry see that he had likely not been living up to his potential before. He sent a silent thanks to the parents he had never known, hoping that they might be proud of him if they were still alive. But at the very least, Harry was no longer bullied by any of his family. And soon, he wouldn't ever have to see them again. He sat on his small bed, legs crossed and staring at the wall opposite. The small room had no windows.

Yes, soon his final year would start. But by the first holiday break, he would be 18. And by tomorrow afternoon, he would be seeing Draco again.

They had decided that exchanging emails was worth the risk, as long as they were careful. They both created new user accounts on servers that weren't well known, and wrote to each other using nicknames, which were thumb-sucked in the moment and thus couldn't be linked back to them. Draco was 'Slink' and Harry became 'Etch'. They meant nothing, but he loved writing those names nonetheless. It was something between them that was theirs, untouched by outside parties. They wrote back and forth plenty over the summer, which seemed the longest it had ever been. They told each other about their days, about family, about the dull ways they tried to pass the time. Harry hadn't told him about the fact that he was moving out however; he wanted to keep it for when he could see him face to face. Part of him was hoping that Draco would see it the way he did, which perhaps an opportunity for them to have more privacy, without the threat of being discovered. Harry idly imagined what it might be like, to simply wake up next to each, without checking the door, to walk about uncaring if anyone saw them, make breakfast together, kissing and touching wherever they wanted… he wiled away his final hours imagining the happy prospect.

Draco

Draco was impatiently shepherding first years into the car at the front of the train that would take them to school. In his final year he had been made head house prefect (predictably) and with the tile came a private cottage on the school grounds. His elevated status meant that his bags were already whisked away in the prefect's car and it also meant that he didn't actually have to do first year duty, but it was an excuse to keep his eyes on the platform, for no particular reason and not looking for anyone in particular.

The he caught a glimpse of really unruly dark hair. Harry was laughing at something his red head friend was saying, who was gesticulating wildly with his arms, obviously in the midst of some story telling. Draco was secretly glad he saw him first, because at least he could compose himself, although he was sure no one would have seen him twitch slightly in that second. But then Harry turned and glanced at him from the corner of his eye, still grinning, and Draco felt a shock go through him.

Bastard, Draco thought, he did see me first.

Harry looked smug, and followed his friends onto the 7th year car.

"For goodness sake, stop dawdling and get on the bloody train." Draco snapped at a first year, suddenly impatient to have this done. The poor boy scurried off, nearly tripping as he stepped on the elevated platform. Once they were all finally boarded, he walked away, striving to slow his pace to a normal walk. The prefect's car was adjacent, connected to the 7th year one with a food and baggage car, but it was only halfway through the journey that Harry met him there.

The train rumbled along its track, making everyone jostle against one another, banging elbows and hips as students strained to get to the tuck shop counter. Draco stepped inside and immediately found Harry with a glance. Ignoring him completely, he went to pour himself coffee into a disposable cup at the drinks station, which was situated separately from the tuck shop and thus away from the writhing crowd. He felt a movement behind him, but didn't turn.

"Baggage car, 10 minutes." Harry said low and the sound pooled directly into his abdomen, but he gave no sign he had heard.

He was in the baggage cart 5 minutes later though. As he stepped quietly through the door to the darker room and closed it behind him, making sure he wasn't followed, and felt hands wrap around his waist from behind.

He dimly reflected that Harry must have grown over the summer, because now he could lean down from behind Draco to bite his neck. Draco shuddered involuntarily and closed his eyes. His hands came to rest on Harry's which held his hips firmly and he pulled him backwards and away from the door into a darker place.

"Hmmm, miss me?" he purred. And turned around in his boyfriends arms.

Harry eyes had lost its usual merriment and Draco went slightly breathless at the raw lustful look Harry shot him before lunging at his mouth. Harry's kiss was crushing and hungry and Draco could barely keep up with its demanding nature.

"So, that's a yes, then?" he said, when Harry moved down to bite at his neck again.

Harry growled something that sounded like 'yes' while his hands roamed over Draco's back under his shirt. Draco was fast losing coherent thought, so he pushed Harry away before it was gone altogether.

"Harry, not that I'm not flattered, but were in the baggage cart. Anyone can walk in." he tried to be reasonable in face of Harry obvious frustration.

Harry reluctantly let go with a huge sigh and Draco felt remorse. Harry was clearly trying to master himself.

"I know you're right." He answered, "I just- I really missed you. Emails don't really cover it." He smiled then, and Draco saw more than mere lust there, but a genuine joy at being with him. He felt a warm smile appear on his face. Harry had sat down on a baggage crate and his hands now hung loosely over his legs, and his head tilted in just such a way… Draco felt breathless all over again. The summer had been too long.

He moved slowly between Harry's open legs until he nudged his crotch with his thigh. Harry caught his breath.

"Fuck, Draco, if you're worried about someone walking in on us…" he started, but Draco hushed him with a kiss of his own. Not hungry, but one to convey just how much he adored this dark haired boy in front of him, and he nudged harder with his thigh. In response Harry pushed himself closer eagerly.

"I missed you, too." He said softly, and he let one hand pull through the coarse hair on his head while the other trailed downwards and began to rub at the tightened cloth over his crotch. Harry gasped.

"Draco," he said in a strangled voice. "What am I supposed to do about the mess?"

Draco quirked an eyebrow. "I'm sure you'll think of something."

Harrys face showed his shock, then quickly dissolved once again into bliss as Draco pushed harder against his hardening cock. "Bastard." Harry groaned with feeling, but Draco saw he wasn't planning on fighting.

Draco grinned and kissed him again.