Draco returned Harry's stare, knowing that look in his eyes. Annoyance and anger bubbled in his chest, at those people Harry calls family.

He was mad Draco knew. Underneath that anger was an unbridled sadness and hurt. Draco had never seen him in such a state.

Suddenly Harry lunged towards Draco. His eyes flashing with a sadistic promise.

Their lips clashed together in a hungry primal need. Draco opened his lips urging Harry to thrust his tongue into his mouth, reaching every part of him. Draco clutched Harry's shoulders, digging his fingers in and pulling him closer so his body was flush against him.

Harry moved them simultaneously towards their bedroom. They knocked against the walls causing frames to wobbly, one crashing to the floor, a spider web forming of the glass.

Finally they reached the bedroom and Harry forced himself away from Draco.

"Strip." He ordered his breathing heavy and his voice evident with lust. Draco knew it was his attempt to try and forget this afternoon.

Draco complied hastily, throwing his clothes off to the side. Quickly he stood before Harry naked, his cock already starting to harden with anticipation.

Harry himself only removed his shit and belt, leaving his trousers on.

"Bed," he whispered breathlessly.

Draco backed up until his legs hit the bedframe. Slowly he shifted back, leaning against the pillows and teasingly, he opened his legs the way he knew sent Harry wild with lust. He watched as Harry's eyes darkened with desire, a growl erupting from his throat.

Harry moved to the dresser and pulled two pairs of muggle handcuffs out.

He shackled Draco's wrists to the bedframe, locking them a pinch too tight. Draco moaned as Harry moved away, his cock completely hard against his stomach. Harry then grabbed two black silk strips of fabric, securing each foot to the bed posts. Harry stood back and marvelled at the man before him. Draco was a picture; gorgeous and utterly eatable.

Harry was crawling up Draco's body when a knock at the door stopped him.

It took a second, more urgent knock for Harry to climb off Draco. He took his wand out unbinding and redressing Draco in a few quick waves of his wand.

He sighed, "come on" and they both headed for the door.

Harry knew he would regret opening the door.

Before them stood the entire clan. Hermione at the forefront while the rest lingered back a ways. Cowards Draco thought.

Draco smirked, walked up behind Harry and snaked an arm around his bare chest.

"Yes?" He asked with a polite smile.

Ron's face hardened, his eyes glaring pointedly at Draco's arm.

No one spoke, agitating Draco. He knew Harry was frozen, not knowing to handle the situation diplomatically or not. Draco decided for him.

"I said," fake politeness dripping off his words, "what the fuck do you want?" Draco said punctuating the question with a smile, though his eyes glared daggers.

Hermione swallowed then pushed back her shoulders and spoke. "We came to talk."

"About." Draco drawled.

"Well umm…about you, you two." She said and awkwardly motioned between them.

"hmmm…" Draco pretended to think, "Personally I tend to like my mudbloods and blood traitors in the trash where they belong-"

"Draco" Harry scolded him,

"-but why not come on in and have some tea." Draco quickly finished his sentence his voice was too sweet while he shrugged unapologetically at Harry.

They moved into their living room, not looking back to see if the others followed. They didn't sit, didn't offer any tea, just stood and waited for them to talk.

Once again Hermione spoke first, "We just came to talk," she repeated herself.

"Then talk." Harry said, speaking for the first time. His voice was soft but with a hard steel edge.

"Well…about your relationship with Malfoy. The thing is see…It's not that we care that your gay-" Ron snorted muttering under his breath. "Shut up Ronald!" Hermione snapped whacking his arm. "It was just a shock, that's all." She directed the latter towards Harry.

"Not for me," Ginny piped up. "What do I care if you're gay? My girlfriend and I are very happy. And we all know how long that took for them to accept." She glared slightly towards the rest of her family.

"As I was saying, it was a shock and we all came over to apologize. Didn't we," Hermione turned to the others giving them a do-what-I-say-or-else look.

At once they spilled out a jumble of words that sounded something along the lines of; "We're sorry we were so old to boo."

Everyone except Ron, who stood in defiant silence.

Hermione huffed before turning to him. "Ron, we talked about this. Now men the hell up and say you're sorry damnit!"

He stepped forward turning his gaze onto Draco. "I'm sorry…sorry that you're nothing but a cock eating, men loving, pathetic fag!" He snarled.

"I'm the pathetic one?" Draco countered, "You're nothing but a blood traitor, how you landed even a mudblood is beyond me you pathetic excuse for a wizard." He sneered in return.

Ron suddenly hurled himself at Draco, both men tumbling to the floor. Ron swung his fist down punching Draco across the jaw. Draco's head was whipped to the side, he grunted before slamming his knee into Ron's stomach, using his momentum to flip him over and smashing his fish against is freckled face.

The Weasley's bar Ginny were horrified by what Draco was doing to Ron. Harry was furious, silently urging Draco on. Ron blindly reached out and grabbed the first thing he could clutch, brining it down hard against Draco's head. Stunned he was knocked to the side unconscious. He flopped onto the floor, blood spilling down the side of his face.

Harry lunged himself at Ron, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him towards the door. "Get the fuck out and you ever come back!"

He rushed over and knelt down beside Draco, pulling out his wand. Muttering and waving it over him.

Though unconscious, he looked so peaceful and yet so vulnerable. Harry ran his hand down the side of his face tenderly.

He knows Draco likes pain and that he was the only one who could give him that pain. Harry never knew he had such a sadistic side until he meet Draco. While Draco wanted the pain, he needed love. Harry gave him both. They weren't class themselves as being in in a dominant and submissive relationship, Harry was a sadist half the time and Draco was a masochist half of the time. It was simply a fucked up relationship through and through.

Draco opened his eyes and reached up to rub his head.

Then suddenly his eyes flew open "where is that fucking weasel?!" He yelled jumping up from the floor.

"They're gone."

"Good," he huffed "they had better not come back either."

"They won't."

Draco turning back towards Harry wrapped his arms around him pulling him close.

"Let's go back to the bedroom." Draco said suggestively and kissed Harry passionately. He took his hand, tugged him towards the bedroom to pick up where they left off.