Draco opened his eyes reluctantly, slowly tightening his fingers over black silken sheets and felt the cold emptiness beside him but refused to feel disappointed. He wasn't. He wasn't….

Draco rose from the bed and saw a piece of parchment on the pillow next to his. He slowly reached for it and straightened the fold:

Good morning, my dragon. Hope you slept well. Go downstairs and you'll find that the kitchen can provide you anything you want for breakfast. I have an appointment elsewhere but I'll join you later. Enjoy your morning.

Draco wandered to the kitchen - it wasn't really hard to find it seeing the there was only one pair of doors downstairs that wasn't heavily locked. He noticed another message on the table

Call out loud what you want to eat and the rooms magic will do the rest.

"Fancy. Wonder why he doesn't have house-elves… He IS the Dark Lord for Gods sakes…"

He did what the note told anyways and tasted the most delicious fruits and drank the most aromatic tea he had had in long time.

After his magical breakfast he settled to the living room which had its entrance in the kitchen. His nature would have normally demanded him to wander a little bit and see what was hidden in the halls of the darkest wizard on earth but didn't quite dare to be curious in the fear that his leader would catch him on his act. So he chose the easy way and sat on the comfy couch and let his eyes to do the wandering instead.

The room was enormous like the kitchen had been. There was tall bookshelves and books that had magic so dark written in them that he could feel it radiating across the room. The windows in the back of the room were high and intimidating, dark red curtains only barely open so the little ray of light shined to the couch. The fireplace cold- and then green flame blinded Draco for a moment and the man stepping out of those flames dazzled him as the curtains were ripped open and light got to graze the previously dim room.

Draco got to see the puzzling man in the light of day and he very much appreciated the sight. He had to stop himself from sighing in delight.

"You're back!" Draco tried not to sound too enthusiastic. A chuckle came out like it had last night in the darkness. The delicious lips curved in the same amused pose that indicated the Lord wasn't as cruel and without emotions as everyone thought.

The moment Draco got to that part in his thoughts the lips went to smirk and the eyes got a gleam on them that told him wrong. In a blink of an eye Draco was shoved into his back on the soft chair and he had a Dark Lord on top of his chest "My lord!" his voice came out breathless.

"Harry" silky voice said near his neck. Draco was confused. He had never heard that name before. He decided to voice out the confusion "My lord?"

Long fingers slithered their way behind his neck and the voice moved near his ear,

"That is the name my birthparents gave me. That is the name my mudblood mother called me by. Before I killed her I mean " The words were said without any indication of guilt, sorrow or anything else one could call emotion.

Draco shuttered. He had to remember who he was dealing with. The man he had admired from afar, the man who could make him feel like something special wasn't the Dark Lord for no reason.

But with Harry so near him he couldn't help but be aroused at his words. Draco was feeling a bit disgusted with himself because he was acting like everyone else; drunken of his power, his looks and his amazing charisma. The man could make impression on a stoic priest if he wanted to and Draco was falling right into his lap.

But he couldn't feel regret for this moment. But there was something else silently barking in the corner of his mind, wanting to be heard. The question. Why. Why was he here, under the most powerful man in the world, getting light kisses and brushes of his fingers, like the man cared? Draco wanted to feel the hope but didn't know if he should let himself feel it.

Suddenly the weight was gone and Harry was standing next to the fireplace, his back was turned on Draco. He seemed to have lost the appetite, remembering his past and his voice was more formal now.

"As you might have guessed I was in the Ministry getting inside of the security measures"

Draco was lost. One moment they're laying on the sofa and the next Harry goes business-mode.

"Why are you confiding in me with that information, my lord? " Harry turned to face him.

"You are in my Inner Circle now. You deserve to know the details so you know how to use them for our cause better. You are in my chessboard now and the Circle doesn't have room for ignorance and even a small error in the way of oblivious person can cost losing the game.

My trusted ones are the men and women doing the detailed parts of the plans with me. You are more than qualified to make moves of your own in my name."

Draco was feeling a bit of pride swelling in his chest. He really WAS in Inner Circle. He nodded.

Harry continued "The security is poor at the front which isn't really a surprise seeing that aurors Longbottom and Creevey are responsible of it. The inside is a little more complicated. There are wards to disable apparition and Rosier's cell is heavily guarded. It will take half the man power of my Circle to get past them. With the wards on place we can't afford to get noticed. We have to make sure no one realizes Rosier's sudden disappearance. So the goal is, in and out, undetected. Our options with taking Rosier are within limits. But there is always a choice."

"Choice, my Lo-" Harry cast him a pointed look. He hadn't told him his birth name for no reason. "Harry" Draco sputtered the name out of his mouth unsurely.

The Dark Lord seemed satisfied. He turned and went to the round wooden drink table next to the bookshelves and poured two drinks, he offered the other glass to Draco.

"Yes, a choice. We can choose to take what we need and we can choose to take what we want" Harry's gaze became piercing. Draco swallowed. There was a mild sexual indication in the tone Harry had ended his sentence with.

Draco raised his glass and lowered his head slightly "I'm certain that whatever you have planned will work out brilliantly. I will do my best no to crack this new trust put on me."

Harry lifted his glass as well "You have my confidence. I don't give it for nothing"

H's POV

Draco was truly exquisite. He was brilliant in his razor sharp pureblood poise, beautiful in his sharpness and every time those intelligent eyes looked at him he felt like something was crawling under his skin. The feeling was quite pleasant, it was warm and he had the unexplainable ache in his heart every time the eyes weren't focused on him.

Harry knew there was nothing that couldn't be explained in the world, not even something as complicated as feelings. There was always a little sneer in his inner thoughts' voice when he thought about emotions.

'They have gained me nothing this far in life, why should they matter…'

And still Harry had never felt this kind of confusing sensation on butterfly-ish flutter in the stomach and sudden racing of heart at someone's attention.

Not that he would have let it show to his followers. They wanted a leader who could do what needed to be done, without having any regrets.

When it was for the greater goal things like anger, fear, sorrow and happiness meant nothing. There was no room for them when they would only be on the way.

They were a weakness and Harry had got rid of his a long time ago.

'Always think before you act, to be undistracted the focus needs to be in the thing you want the most. Always be two steps ahead and hold on tight for your Queen - it is the only really, truly important piece, the board is empty without it and game is half-lost.'

Harry liked to think the war as a game of chess. Strategy was everything because no matter what advances you have in power and army the only way to play was to be smart about what you have. No one needed to know just how much power one had. Surprise was always the best thing anyone could have on their side.

When enemy underestimates you, you are the one with the upper hand, not them - especially when they think they are the ones in charge.

Harry smiled maliciously at the thought of having the Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix in false belief of his own weakening, based on the fact that they hadn't seen him make a move for a while.

It made his eyes gleam under the light of candles, his smile spread when he thought what he would do when he finally gave his final blow. Quiet and fatal - after all there was no need to parade about it.

So there was plenty of time to pursuit these newly-found feelings he had every time the silver eyed beauty was nearby.

He had made his first move when he gave Draco his special attention in his rooms last night - just to find out more about these curious sensations he had.

He ached for more of that sweet mouth and more of that silky touch. He needed to satisfy the hunger that seemed endless when Draco wasn't with him. Just being around him seemed to help. Plus the man was a priceless asset in his Circle.

He hadn't slept as well in years as he had with Draco beside him. It was like having a hole in yourself ,that you didn't even know about, filled. Making you complete after years of emptiness.

Waking up next to the blonde brought the silly feelings back on the surface again and this time the thought of them didn't come with a sneer.

This warmness he felt when he run his fingers on the skin of Draco's back. The softness of it when he gently kissed his long neck. He had never let his partners to stay long enough to wake next to them but he knew that he wouldn't have showed this kind of tender caring to any of them. Somehow Draco was special.

'My Dragon'