Hello! Here is Chapter 4, and in case any of you are interested, Loufoc''s French translation has been published! Thanks! I thank you all for reading and reviewing and subscribing and all, it has kept the story moving. You all inspire me with your Drarry love!

When the boys recovered from their laughing fit, Harry turned to Draco and suddenly looked worried, "What do you think he's going to do with that photo?"

"Nothing, if I have anything to say about it. Unless, of course, you'd rather come out to the whole of magical England right away?"

Harry hesitated. He didn't want to hurt Draco's feelings. "Well, it's not that I don't want to, it's just, the way it will be profiled in the Prophet…Rita Skeeter's a shark."

"I understand, Harry. We'll do it how we want, when we're ready, okay? But we have to stop Creevey if we don't want our intimate moment on the cover of the Prophet."

"Would Colin do that? I mean, he loves me. You know what I mean. " Harry blushed awkwardly.

"Creevey may be a fanboy, but he's also money-hungry. He's a paparazzo. That's why he carries that camera. Now, come on!" Draco started running in the direction Colin had fled, yelling, "Creevey, you little shit, I'm going to destroy that bloody camera!" Draco and Harry heard footsteps running around a corner but when they rounded the corner, there was no one to be seen in the next corridor.

"Show yourself, Creevey, or it's not going to be pretty when we find you!"

The two waited a moment until Colin slowly came out of where he had been hiding in an alcove behind a tapestry.

"Hand over the camera, Creevey." Draco said in a frightening, stone cold voice that made even Harry shiver. Colin stepped forward and tried to make himself appear slightly more threatening, and spoke: "Not so fast, Malfoy. Now, I wasn't planning on giving this to the Prophet, but I might."

"You'd better not. When we come out is our business."

Colin's eyes narrowed and he smiled conspiratorially "I might. Unless..."

"Unless what, Colin?" Harry asked, wanting to get the issue dealt with as quickly as possible.

Colin narrowed his eyes and smiled perversely. "Unless you let me watch you two shag. Don't say you haven't, because I know otherwise. Zabini told me he caught you two in the shower together this morning. That doesn't happen without a shag."

Harry was speechless. Draco regained some of his composure and spoke:

"You're...voyeuristic? "Draco said slowly.

"You could say that," replied Collin, leering.

Harry was confused. He may not have been a virgin anymore, but he was still relatively innocent. Sexual terminology was foreign to him.

"What does that mean?" he asked, blushing and turning to Draco.

"It means he gets off by watching other people get off." Draco answered, not removing his glare from Colin's mischievously leering face.

Harry blanched. "What? We're not going to let him do that, are we?"

Draco pulled Harry aside, into the alcove where Colin had been hiding, leaving the boy outside the tapestry. Draco cast a silencing spell over them, but still spoke in a hushed tone.

"What do you think we should do, Harry?"

Harry was still trying to wrap his mind around the concept. "Well…is it worth this? I mean, people are going to find out eventually. They all just saw us kiss in the Great Hall."

"True. Okay. We'll tell him."

Draco and Harry came out from behind the tapestry. Harry looked at Colin and said "No way, Creevey. Leak the photo. We don't care. Everyone is going to have to find out sooner or later."

"Fine, but what if I told you I had something else on you, Draco? And that I will not only release this photo, but some others I was lucky enough to get? We could have a full page spread in the Gossip Section!" Creevey said with dark excitement.

"What could you possibly have on me, Creevey?"

"Well, let's just say, to make things interesting, that I'm not going to tell you until you agree to my…condition."

An idea crossed Draco's mind and his expression changed. He wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and made like he was kissing his neck. He cast a quick, silent Muffliato.

"Draco, what…what are you doing? He's right there!"

"Exactly, Harry. He's voyeuristic. We're distracting him. He likes it. I'm giving us a chance to talk again. Listen, I think we should do it."

"No!"

"Harry, ssh, think of it. It could be kind of hot. Kinky."

"But why?"

"Because, Harry, we both know that we've both done some pretty illegal things. He could have anything. Especially on me. I could get sent to Azkaban the day I turn 17 if we don't. You want me locked up? That will just excite Skeeter that much more when he leaks the photo."

Draco actually kissed him now, biting down on a sensitive place on his neck and soothing the place with warm strokes of his tongue. He moaned loudly and Draco chuckled. "Good show, love, good show."

"Prat."

Draco straightened up and looked at Colin. "Fine, Creevey. We'll .do it. But no touching, you pervert."

Colin grinned. "No touching? Aw, that's no fun. You'll be just like strippers."

Draco paled, if that was possible. "You didn't.

"Oh, but I did. I followed you to Teeth last night, and caught your little performance, Draco. Where'd you learn to 'dance' like that, hm? I got photos too, wanna see?"

"No!" Draco and Harry yelled in unison, both angry now. Draco, naturally, was the first to regain his calm and confidence. "When and where, Creevey?" Harry blushed deeply and his head fell into his hands and he groaned.

"The Room of Requirement. Tonight after dinner. Be ready for him, Harry."

"Hey!" Harry said defensively, "How do you know I bottom?"

Colin laughed. "You just seem like the type, what with all the blushing. And him, he just seems so dominant." Colin finished lustfully, making Harry scowl. Draco held him close and scowled at Colin. "You make me ill, Creevey."

"Heard that one before, Malfoy!" Colin called as Draco turned them both and strode away holding Harry protectively.

"I can't believe we're doing this." Harry whimpered, settling closer in the crook of Draco's strong arm.

"Me neither. I promise though, I'll make it so good for you that you don't even remember that he's there."

Despite his trepidation, Harry was excited by Draco's promise, and leaned up to kiss him deeply.

"This is crazy, Draco."

"Isn't this whole thing a little crazy?" Draco asked, gesturing between them.

"A little. But it feels right." Harry ventured.

"Mhm," said Draco, closing his eyes and kissing Harry again.

It was a rainy, windy Sunday, so there were no classes, and no Quidditch practice, thanks to Harry and Draco being captains of their teams. Instead of eating lunch in the great hall with their respective houses, Harry and Draco snuck down to the kitchens, and Harry talked the elves into preparing some food for them with little trouble. They took their lunch up eight flights of spontaneously rotating stairs, to the Astronomy Tower. As it was daytime, there was no one there to bother them.

"This is nice, Draco. To be honest, I never pictured you as the type to initiate a romantic picnic."

"Romantic? Who said anything about romance?" said Draco, covering, "I do however, want to be alone with you, away from people like Weasley and Pansy and Creevey."

Harry smiled cheekily at the blonde, "Draco, I think you're trying to be romantic."

"You wish, Potter."

"Oh, ouch, surname. That hurts, Draco." Harry placed a hand over his heart as if horribly emotionally wounded.

"Yeah, you know what else hurts?" said Draco, smirking.

"What?" said Harry cautiously.

"My cock in your arse, but you like that."

Harry smirked back, "That I do, Draco, that I do." Harry lunged for the blonde, and his grey eyes widened as Harry tackled him to the stone floor of the tower. "Oh, no you don't!" Draco said huskily, rolling them over so Draco was on top, straddling Harry's hips. He crushed his lips against Harry's in a passionate kiss, holding his shoulders down against the stone floor. Draco slid his hands down Harry's sides to the hem of his shirt, lifting it and removing it. Harry willingly let it go, and when he laid back down the stone floor was cold against his back. He shivered. Draco took it as a sign of pleasure and continued, his hands venturing everywhere where they could touch bare skin. He began trailing kisses down Harry's jaw line, shoulders, and chest taking a nipple into his mouth and circling it with his tongue, applying gentle pressure. Harry arched his back involuntarily and moaned as Draco continued on his path down to Harry's belt buckle. As he undid it, Harry clumsily unbuttoned his shirt and it fell off his shoulders. Draco went to pull Harry's pants off, but Harry stopped his hands. "Wait, Draco," he said, spotting the blonde's developing hardness, "there's something I want to try." He hastily undid Draco's belt and pulled down his pants. Sliding his fingers under the waistband of Draco's boxers, Harry brushed Draco's erection. Draco shivered. Harry looked up at him and met his eyes. Harry's green eyes burned into Draco, and he smiled, parroting something Draco had said during their first encounter: "I promise, it gets better." Draco smirked, and Harry slid Draco's boxers down. He was staring at Draco's erect cock as he positioned himself accordingly, sliding down Draco's body and causing the rough fabric of his jeans and cool metal of his belt buckle to rub against Draco's bare skin at his pelvis, creating delicious friction. Draco stifled a small moan. Harry settled himself between Draco's legs and began kissing and marking the inside of his pale, muscular thighs with little bite marks and bruises, getting slowly and torturously closer to his mouth's ultimate destination. He was pushing his luck, and he knew it. Draco groaned "Just do it, Potter."

Harry looked up; looking wounded again, with a hint of mischief in his face, "Surname? I thought we were more involved than that. Maybe I'll just leave you be then." He made like he was getting up to get something from the basket of food, until Draco called out in a lustful, breathy voice; "Harry, Harry, love, no! Gods, please, Harry."

"That's more like the Draco I shagged," Harry said, smiling as he bent down again and took Draco into his mouth, as much as he could without gagging. Gods, Draco really was big. He stroked the remainder of Draco's length rather roughly as he began to bob up and down on his shaft, like this wasn't the first time he'd given head. He swirled his tongue around the head, tasting Draco's pre-come. The taste of him was erotic in itself. Harry moaned around his cock and swallowed excessively, causing Draco to cry out in pleasure, his eyes closing tightly.

"Fuck, Harry, where the bloody hell did you learn to give head like that?" he forced out.

"From a blonde in a dungeon one time," Harry said, releasing Draco's throbbing erection for just a moment to answer the rhetorical question. Draco moaned at the loss, "Less talking, Harry. " he practically begged, if Malfoys could beg, which they can't.

"Yes, Prince Malfoy," Harry chuckled darkly, mimicking Blaise.

"Harry, please!" Draco cried, this time he was begging. It was possible.

Harry complied and went down on Draco again, running his tongue up the vein on Draco's underside, cradling his tightening balls in one hand, stroking them gently. Draco said his name like a stage-whisper, a whisper and a scream all at once: "Harry!" as he came forcefully in Harry's mouth without much warning. Harry's eyes widened in shock as he took in Draco's warm, salty essence, swallowing multiple times reflexively, drinking down every drop. He released Draco's cock with a small, wet sound and immediately captured his lips in a bruising, passionate kiss, letting him taste himself on Harry's lips. Draco pulled back and stared at Harry, asking "Was that really your first time giving head?"

Harry blushed and laughed, "Yeah. Was it okay?"

"Okay?" Draco exclaimed, "Harry, that was brilliant. My God, you're so good, I can't believe you've never done that before." He looked at Harry with a hint of jealous disbelief in his face, but then his features softened and he leaned in for a sweet (salty) kiss. "Harry, I love you."

"Yeah, you love me after I give you head." Harry said, his insecurity shining through.

Draco cupped Harry's face in his hands lovingly, but firmly. "Harry, look at me." Draco said in a different tone than he had the first time, a sterner tone. "I told you, I've loved you for three years. Do you think I'm manipulating you for sex?"

Harry looked at him apprehensively "You were drunk when you said that, Draco. And you said you'd wanted me for three years, not loved me. And, well, you are a Slytherin. Manipulation is kind of in your job description." Harry just couldn't believe he emotions he was feeling could be returned towards him from this beautiful boy, almost man that he loved.

Then Draco pulled Harry's face to his, crushing their lips together in a chaste kiss. There was no lust behind it. Draco was trying to tell him something. He was pouring all the emotion he was never allowed to show into that kiss. As the kiss deepened and increased in intensity, Harry saw that that emotion was indeed love. Draco Malfoy felt genuine love for him, and it made his spirits soar as he returned Draco's feelings through touch, holding him close and kissing him with as much fervor as Draco displayed.

Draco let him go, still clutching his face, staring at him, emotion still flowing and sparking between them, and he spoke in an emphatic, quiet voice, just inches from Harry's face. Simply; "You see now, Harry?"

Harry wanted to shed tears, but stopped himself and replied, "Yes. I never should have doubted you."

"No, you shouldn't. I'm not going to lie to you, Harry. You understand?"

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, Harry." Draco said gently.

"I'm s….um, I mean, I love you to, Draco."

Draco pulled Harry to his chest and just held him there, and sitting next to their mostly full lunch basket, it was now closer to dinnertime, and they were silent. Until Harry broke the spell. "Draco?"

"Yes?"

"What are we going to do about this thing with Creevey?"

Draco sighed and then laughed, kissing Harry's hair, "I told you, Harry. You won't even know he's there." He winked at him., and Harry smiled.

And that's Chapter four! Colin Creevey is voyeuristic? What? Well, someone suggested a threesome, but I couldn't manage it, I'm sorry. So this is what you got, it should be interesting, and I hoped you liked it. Also, did you enjoy the slight romance/drama/slash in this chapter? I enjoyed writing it. In the words of a reviewer "We have to have Harry giving Draco head." Heads up [bahahaha], we MIGHT see a little more of Dean and Seamus in the next chapter. Thanks for reading! Review, review, review!