Chapter Two: Another Go Round

It had been a week since they'd first fucked in the classroom, and Draco couldn't stop thinking about Harry. He had to talk to someone about it, and for some reason, had settled on Hermione Granger, she was one of Harry's fellow Gryffindors. He hated her, and vice versa, but there was no one else Draco wanted to involve in this. It was too much to tell his fellow Slytherins.

So, here he was, on his way to the Gryffindor table to talk to Hermione. Thankfully, she was alone at the moment. Draco steeled himself and walked over to her. "Um, Granger, can I speak with you?" He asked, surprised that he'd gotten that bit out without calling her a Mudblood, which was a very offensive term to call someone of Muggle born parentage.

When Draco was standing in front of her, Hermione had to hold in a gasp of surprise. She didn't know what she was supposed to say. "Um, I guess so." She finally managed, she hated him, but she was always lecturing Harry and Ron about interhouse unity, she thought that they should all be trying to get along, even now what with the Ministry being involved at Hogwarts. Hermione wondered what this was about, it had never happened that Draco had wanted to talk to her about something in private.

"Thanks, M… I mean, Granger." Draco said, having to catch himself calling her something that would get her to get angry at him, and that wasn't going to help him get all of this off his chest. "I just…. There's something I need to talk about, and I don't have anyone else. I would owe you one if you would let me talk about it." He said, not sure how or where to start. It's not as if there was any hint to how he felt about Harry, it was a complete secret.

Then it occurred to him that Harry might have told her. That could be a disaster. Draco hoped that wasn't the case, although it's not as if they had talked about what they would do if anyone found out. All that had been said was Draco warning Harry that they didn't have to talk about it again. When Hermione gave him a nod to talk, he took a breath.

"I'm in love with Harry." He said, trying to not say it too quickly.

To say that wasn't what she had expected was an understatement. Harry had told her that something weird had happened with Malfoy, but not what. Hermione wondered now what it was. She wondered if Draco had told Harry, and Harry had turned him down. Hermione didn't think it mattered if Harry was gay, if that's what he wanted she would still be his best friend no matter what.

"Um, wow. Have you told him yet?" Hermione asked, taking a bite of her toast, not sure what else she was going to say. It's not as if it was an easy thing to talk about. Especially for Draco. She knew that he had to be struggling with this. She couldn't imagine what that must be like, to have feelings you couldn't talk about with someone but one of your enemies. She supposed that's what they were.

"No…. I haven't been able to get the words out yet… only to you." Draco said, still wishing he'd had someone else to talk to about it. Before he could say anything more, Harry and Ron walked up. Draco immediately was quiet. When he saw Harry though, he said, "Can we talk, Harry?"

Ron looked at Harry askance, but Harry nodded. "Yeah, we can talk." He said, sure that he knew what this was about. He said, "Let's go talk a walk, yeah? It will be more private." He added, and Draco stood, giving Hermione a thankful glance, and Harry wondered what that was all about.

Soon they were walking along the grounds. Harry looked at Draco. "What do you have to say, Malfoy? It can't be anything to do with what happened last week, you said we weren't going to talk about it." He said, a touch of judgement in his tone.

That was something that Draco had expected, Harry to give him hell about it. He didn't mind much, it was just how they were, and he didn't foresee that changing anytime soon. He ran his hand nervously over his shaggy blonde hair. He was tall, just a smidge taller than Harry, although Harry was also tall. He was quiet a moment as he considered the other boy's question, and then he finally said, "It is about last week… there's something I need to get off my chest."

Then he was telling Harry that he loved him, and Harry's eyebrows rose all the way to his black hair, although that wasn't hard, his hair was long and unmanageable, it always had been. He stopped their walk in front of the Weeping Willow. "What? Did you just say that you're in love with me?" He asked, watching Draco's face turning bright red. "That's what you were talking about with Hermione….." Harry mused out, not surprised when the other boy nodded his assent.

"So what do you want from me?" He asked, it's not as if he shared Draco's feelings, right? He didn't…. He couldn't. It's not as if they were some great romance, destined to be together like Romeo and Juliet or something. They were sworn enemies. He watched as Draco licked his lips in nervousness, and Harry remembered how brilliant it had been to kiss those lips. He found himself itching to do it again.

Sensing the desire on Harry's face, Draco pulled him close, under the shade of the tree, and kissed him, not with fevered passion, but tender and loving. There was passion, but it wasn't just a kiss. Draco was trying to put his feelings into it. He was glad when Harry kissed back, and pressed closer to him. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, his fingers catching in the hair at the nape of his neck.

As soon as Draco was kissing him, Harry kissed back. He couldn't help it. He'd wanted to kiss the other boy but hadn't been wanting to make the first move. They leaned against the tree trunk, careful not to bump the knot that led you to the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade. Although that was an idea…. Harry whispered in Draco's ear. "Come with me." He said, hoping that for once, Draco would just trust him and go with him.

When Draco heard the request, his first instinct was to refuse, but he couldn't right now. Not with the other boy in his arms. He nodded and let Harry lead him in the tunnel, and they walked for about 20 minutes, and then they were at the Shrieking Shack. Draco looked around in surprise for a moment.

"Is this the Shrieking Shack?" He asked, that part of the story from Harry's third year had managed to stay secret.

Harry nodded, taking Draco in his arms again. "It is, this could be our place." He said, not forgetting that he technically hadn't said that he loved Draco, too. He didn't think that mattered right now, what he thought mattered was that he had brought Draco here, he was letting him in on the secret. "I want to make love to you here." He added, looking into those gray eyes.

That was all Draco needed to hear. He pressed close to the other boy, not even caring that they were likely to get detention when Umbridge found out that they had skipped class. He kissed him, this time feverishly, and the other boy kissed back, they were hurrying to take off clothes and their robes, dropping them on the threadbare couch, which actually seemed rather clean. Harry wondered if someone else was sneaking in here and using it…. Like Sirius, but that couldn't be true, could it?

Draco parted Harry's legs, licking a couple of fingers and slowly easing them into Harry, who let out a squeak against the Slytherin boy's mouth. They both let out moans as Draco's other hand moved to the hardening length that was Harry's cock, stroking and cupping his balls. He loved Harry's balls, they were so big. Harry was definitely not a shower. He tried to match his finger movements with the stroking of Harry's cock. His breath went shallow when Harry's hand moved down and took Draco's length in hand.

"Fuck, Potter….." Draco gasped out, moving with him. Harry moved to guide Draco's hard cock into him, Draco catching on and moving his fingers to make room. They both gasped as it slid inside Harry, breathing shallowly. Draco kissed over Harry's neck, this was heaven for him. He had noticed that Harry hadn't said he felt the same way, and that could become a problem later, but for right now, this was enough. It's not as if they could be together anyway. They couldn't, really, Draco could never come out of the closet, even though it was definitely what he felt in his heart.

Harry moved with Draco, cupping the other boy's ass, as if he was urging the other boy to push in deeper. Which he did, and Harry cried out, it was as safe as it ever had been, with people thinking the Shack was haunted. Harry was glad that his father and his friends had used the Shack too, when they were in school, to give him the idea. He wondered if Sirius and Remus had been doing the same thing that he and Draco were doing now, he had always wondered f there was more to their relationship than met the eye.

Then Draco's hips were moving faster, and he let out a moan of satisfaction, and he wasn't able to think of anything else but Draco's cock inside him. Soon, he was coming, his hand fisted in Draco's silky blonde hair.

When Harry came, so did Draco. He let out a long moan of satisfaction, and he said, "Want to go again, Harry?" He knew that Harry would notice he hadn't called him by his surname, and wondered what the other boy would think of that. "And… if you want to talk about what this means, it's okay with me. And it's okay with me if it's just sex." He added, mostly as an afterthought, because he hoped it meant more than just sex.

"Draco, I'm not sure I know what this is yet….. Can I think about it? And Merlin's beard, do I want to go again." Harry said, clenching around Draco, whose hips immediately started to move again.

Author's note: So, apparently, this fic isn't finished. I hope ya'll liked. I'd love feedback!