As is always stated, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and all other related characters belong to JK Rowlings and Scholastic. All song lyrics are attributed to the singers after the lyrics. They of course belong to the artist. This story is rated very very mature for sexual content, innuendo, gay coupling, and cursing. Welcome to the twisted world of my version of Harry Potter!

Chapter 4

Why were you creepin' 'round late last night?
Why could I see two shadows movin' in your bedroom light?
Now you're dressed in black, when I left you were dressed in white
Can you fill me in?
Calls diverted to answer phone
Red wine bottle half the contents gone
Midnight return Jacuzzi turned on
Can you fill me in?

-Craig David "Fill Me In"

Harry glared at Malfoy, "I live in this house, something happened once. Being trapped with you does not mean it will happen again." He tried to push Draco away.

"That shows how well you know the human anatomy Potter." Draco allowed Harry to pull back slightly but kept his arm around Harry's waist, his hand caressing the soft skin under his shirt. "You've been deflowered Potter, you won't be able to help it." He watched the blush creep up Harry's neck, "I give it twenty-four hours. For now however, I want to sleep, so come along like a good boy Potter." He took a step, pulling Harry with him.

Harry sighed, "As if I can say no?" He tried to slip out from Draco's hold. "Do you mind?" He looked at the blonde irritably and almost walked into a statue.

"Of course not Potter. I don't mind at all." Draco almost howled with laughter, "Walk much? You have to look in front of you. Otherwise painful accidents tend to occur." He smirked, "of course I could always guide you Potter, but somehow I doubt you would like the way I guide right now." He leaned closer and brushed his mouth over Harry's. Harry simply narrowed his eyes and face resolutely forward, headed to the bedroom. Draco chuckled softly. This was fun, he'd never played this particular angle, and it was funny to watch the victim. Especially since it was Potter. "Need anything from anywhere else?" Draco was honestly interested in what Harry would do while he slept. He couldn't leave, and was effectively the Slytherin's prisoner.

"I have a book and a few other things in the bedroom." Harry mentally cursed, he hadn't meant to talk to Malfoy at all until later. "I'll be fine." He opened the door and pulled away from the hand still send tingles over his skin, "We can hardly walk through a door together." He flushed in triumph as Malfoy released his waist and he walked over to the wardrobe. The blonde watched him walk away. He had felt the brunette shiver as his hand had worked it's magic. He knew that the Gryffindor was more than aware of every move he made. His half closed in heavy lidded anticipation of the rest of this little play. He caught the edges of his sweater and pulled it off deliberately throwing it at Harry's feet. He then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. "What are you doing Malfoy?"

"Heading to bed Potter. I told you last night that I sleep naked." Harry spun, his eyes wide, Draco stood in front of him in all his glory. "Problems Potter?" All Harry could do was make odd choking noises as for the first time he fully saw the body that had so skillfully robbed his this morning. "Good, well then, I'm headed to sleep for a bit. Wake me for dinner will you Potter?" He climbed into Harry's bed and settled himself under the covers.

Harry finally recovered his voice, "That's my bed!"

Draco's lips curved, "Then kick me out of it. But remember what happens in my bed Potter. Having me here is really much safer." He yawned and promptly fell asleep.

Harry whirled, his face bright red as he pulled a sketch pad and a charcoal pencil with eraser out of his wardrobe. He walked to a window and sat in a chair looking out. What the hell had happened in the last day? He and Malfoy had ended up cursed to be together until Voldemort was dead, and they couldn't lie to each other. And somehow, Harry had ended up being seduced by the enigmatic blonde in the bed. He didn't call it rape, or any other term. If he was completely honest with himself, and he tried to be, he had wanted it. It had felt, his mind searched for an adequate term and finally gave up. Amazing would have to do, perhaps mind boggling. Draco had speculated that he had never done anything with the girls because they didn't turn him on. If being turned on was melting in someone hands, then maybe he was right. He closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back. He couldn't deal with this. Discovering that he was turned on by guys was shocking enough. Having the guy in question be Malfoy just added insult to injury. He wondered if he would be able to avoid the Slytherin's advances. Because Malfoy had made it very obvious that he would continue to toy with Harry.

He turned and looked at the lump under the covers. Why the hell had Malfoy even started it? He had seemed surprised by Harry's reaction, as surprised as Harry himself. So why did he even start it? At first he had been convinced Malfoy was playing a sick joke, trying to scare him, but then the bedroom. He looked at the bed he had been tied to just that morning. The covers were still rumpled. He shuddered and looked away. He looked down at the pad where his hand had begun to draw with a will of its own. He had drawn Malfoy. He glared and put the pad and pencil away from him. He stood and yawned. As much as he hated it, he was tired, and given what the blonde had said, there was no way he was sleeping in the other bed. Which left, the one the Slytherin was sprawled across, Harry gulped and walked to the bed. He sat on the edge and carefully, to keep from waking the other boy, eased himself onto the outer edge, clinging for dear life to both keep from falling, and from touching Malfoy, he fell asleep.

Harry woke to find himself wrapped in a set of arms. A pair of cool grey eyes looked down at him, "You were supposed to wake me for dinner Potter." He blinked groggily as he tried to figure out why someone was in his bed, and above all, why that someone was Malfoy. Draco grinned as his hands began to wonder over Harry's body, "Of course I don't mind that much. I understand how alluring I am." Everything came flooding back and Harry gasped as Malfoy's hand ran over his inner thigh. "Something you wanted to say Potter?"

Harry tried to roll over and away from him, "Nothing at all Malfoy, you just startled me." He discovered that his movements were in vain and finally gave up. He looked at the blonde, "Yes Malfoy?"

"Nothing, just considering starting my dinner with you Potter." Draco slid his hands under the edge of Harry's shirt and pulled it up slightly, exposing a narrow strip of skin. He grabbed Harry's hands as he tried to pull his shirt down. "Ah ah Potter. I'm examining the goods." He lowered his lips to the exposed skin and licked it lightly, "Mmm, delicious." He kissed the skin, "So you or dinner, dinner or you. Such decisions." He continued to lick and kiss the small strip of skin. Harry was biting his lip as he felt his body reacting to this amazing new feeling. "I need a moment to think, you don't mind do you Potter?" He swirled his tongue inside Harry's belly button eliciting a groan. "I didn't think so." He continued his torture of the brunette's midsection. He sat firmly on Harry's hips, his hands pinning Harry's. "I think," he said between kissed, "that I should eat. I may be used to multiple sexscapades a day, but poor little Potter may get his brains scrambled." He sat up to look at the Gryffindor below him, "what there is left of them that is."

Harry glared at him, "I was tired, and if you weren't in MY bed, I wouldn't have been in the same bed with you at all." He tried to move again and stifled a groan as it rubbed certain things against Malfoy. "Get off me."

"Get you off? Why Potter, I never thought you'd ask." Malfoy smirked as he watched Harry's eyes panic and he brought his mouth crushing against the Gryffindor's." Harry tried to protest, but after a moment, he surrendered to the amazing torments Malfoy was performing on his mouth. He felt his mouth invaded and he gasped and was rewarded with a nip on his bottom lip. Draco continued his ruthless exploration of the Gryffindor's mouth as he slid a leg between Harry's. He finally surfaced for breath and grinned down at Harry. "You need practice in snogging Potter. Now, go make me dinner." And with that he stood and walked just outside the door.

Harry rolled off the bed. It had happened, again. He groaned and glared at the door. He knew Malfoy must be on the other side, and there was no way that he was going to give him the satisfaction of hearing Harry lose it. Instead he walked over to the window and picked up the picture he had drawn. Calmly he tore it from the book then whirled and threw it in the fire place, "Incindio!" it burst into flames. Feeling slightly better, Harry followed Malfoy down to the kitchen for dinner.

Ginny looked around the kitchen, "So three days with Malfoy alone. How are you doing?" The mentioned party was at the farthest point their mutual bond allowed. In the next room on the other side of the wall playing the piano.

"I'm going to kill something?" Harry took a drink of tea. "I shouldn't be feeling sorry for myself. I kind of asked for it. It's just that he's damned annoying, and he knows it and enjoys it." He thought of their odd housekeeping setup. "He doesn't do chores, the only thing he cleans is himself, repeatedly, for lengthy amounts of time."

She smiled, "We always knew he was a prat, now you know he's a clean prat. You're acting weird Harry, what's wrong?" She laid a hand on his knee concernedly.

"Nothing," he looked at the wall on the other side of which sat his housemate.

"Problems with Malfoy? You know you only have to say the word Harry and we would all come stay here with you." She sat back and watched him speculatively.

"No, that's not it." He looked up at her, "Ginny, do you ever wonder what would have happened had we kept dating?" The question surprised him as much as her.

"Sure, at one point all the time. But I realize why you did what you did Harry. And you're right. But I'm still here as your friend. And you'll never manage to shake me from that." She patted his hand, "And I'm so grateful to you for introducing me to Dudley. He's grown up so much since we were in school and he tormented him."

He smiled, "Yeah, you two go great together." He looked into space again but was rapidly brought back by Ginny.

"Why do you ask?"

He blushed slightly, "I was just thinking about it. Wondering what would have happened if I hadn't been the boy who lived."

She quirked her head, "Well I can tell you a few things that wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have been saved, Voldemort would have the sorcerer's stone, Sirius would have been dead much sooner and much more horribly, you wouldn't have had to dance with Padma Patil, they would still have time turners at the ministry, and Voldemort would currently dominate the world. Harry what's brought this about?"

He looked up, "I just, everything in my life is connected to that somehow. My schooling, my friends, my relationships. I was afraid to have one for fear of losing that person. I wonder what would have happened had we been able to stay together."

She laughed gently, "I would be ready to murder Draco Malfoy right now, and we would be kissing."

He looked at her startled, "Oh."

She smiled, "Harry, that's what relationships are. Talking, trusting one another, and being able to enjoy physical contact with the other person."

He smiled, "I suppose so." He flushed slightly, "Would you mind if I kissed you?"

It was Ginny's turn to look startled, "If you want to." Harry leaned forward and touched his lips to Ginny's. He was startled, it felt nice, but, it lacked something. He almost cursed as he realized that he was comparing it to Malfoy's aggressive kisses. Ginny frowned slightly as Harry pulled back, "Harry, what's going on?"

He shrugged, "Sorry, curiosity. I guess I'm jealous, you and Lee, Ron and Mione." He hung his head so she wouldn't see the haunted look in his eyes.

Ginny put an arm around his shoulders, "Your day will come. With Draco's help, we'll kill Voldemort, then you can live a normal life Harry."

He looked up, "Do you really think so?"

She nodded and kissed his cheek, "I know so. Now, I have got to get to Lee's. I'll see you for dinner tonight."

He groaned, "That's right, we're all going out tonight aren't we?"

She nodded, "And it's your week to pay. So don't try to worm out."

He stuck his tongue out, "Then you remind the others that where I go, Malfoy goes."

She flipped her hair, "They'll live. They're going to have to get over it eventually." Kissing Harry once more on the cheek she stood and left. A moment later he heard her floo away.

Harry rolled his eyes as he watched Draco change for the fifth time. "Are you really that worried about what the others will think?"

Draco turned with a glare, "the Gryffindorks? Hardly. I'll be in public Potter. For the first time in three days someone will see me besides your group of goody goods."

Harry shook his head and fell back on the bed, "Happy Malfoy?"

Draco had returned to his study in the mirror, finished with the final touches on his hair before turning to reply, "Ecstatic, thrilled, amazed, not simply happy Potter. That's far too mild a term." He walked over, "Are you ready?"

Harry gave him a look, "I was ready half an hour ago."

"Good, then let's go." Draco walked out with Harry slowly following. Draco had left him alone since their first encounter, the second day in the house. This was the fourth, Harry wondered what the devious blonde was planning. He looked at Malfoy once they reached the fireplace and raised an inquisitorial eyebrow. "We have to go together Potter." Malfoy looked at the fireplace with apparent irritation, "otherwise the flames will go out like last time."

Harry looked at the fireplace, "Oh, right. Well, I suppose we stand together then." He grabbed a pinch of floo powder and threw it in the flames. He stepped in and looked at Malfoy expectantly, "Coming?"

Draco looked at the small space, "It's going to be impossible! Tell them we cancel," he commanded imperiously.

Harry shook his head, "We all promised we would never miss a dinner, on pain of death. Besides, if we don't go out, you're stuck around us longer."

"Is that a threat Potter?" Malfoy narrowed his eyes at the brunette.

"Not at all, simply a fact, flooing is the easiest way to get places quickly. A broom might be a bit difficult given our circumstances. And if we're going to kill Voldemort, we're going to have to floo places."

The blonde glared at the calm reason, "Fine, but I still think it's impossible."

Harry shook his head, "No it isn't, we just have to crowd." He beckoned Draco over.

Draco looked at it and suddenly grinned, "Maybe you're right Potter. We just have to get a bit closer." He stepped into the fire and wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him close, so that their bodies touched from shoulder to toe.

Harry gasped, "That's not quite what I meant."

"Too bad Potter," Draco grinned wickedly, "The Leaky Cauldron." With a swirl of green flames, they were gone.

"So how are things going at the house? Do you two have a plan for where we start yet?" Hermione asked as the waiter cleared away their dinner plates.

Draco had been surprised, instead of staying in Diagon Alley, the friends had headed out into Muggle London. Walking into the restaurant it was obvious they were well known. They were led to a corner in back and the waiter had given Draco a once over and speculative look as he handed out the menus, took Draco's drink order, and verified that everyone else would have, "The usual." Draco had watched them all talk, and joke, he had never realized that the Gryffindor's were this close knit. He had begun to feel out of place as again, the only order that had to be taken for food, was his. He watched as Harry, Dudley, and Ron discussed something called baseball with the waiter, who they apparently were on good terms with, since he used all their names. The girls giggled and occasionally would whisper to their boyfriends, who would turn bright red. Draco felt, for the first time ever, completely alone and out of place. He glared more and more as the evening progressed. They sat at a large circular table, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Draco, Dudley, then back to Ginny. Draco looked up surprised as all eyes turned towards him.

"Not really, Malfoy knows where he was last, and he knows how to trail him. But you know that already. I guess what we're really waiting on is everything to get finalized with all of you. Ron, what did you tell the landlord?"

Ron laughed, "Given that Fred and George just bought the building? I said we were going on a grand vacation and that we would pay rent again when we came home."

Harry shook his head, "So how many stairs did they throw you down?"

Hermione giggled, "They didn't, they stuck his hand to a wall instead. Once they found out what was really going on, they said to tell you good luck and they would look after the place til you got back."

"You told them? What are you going to do? Tell everyone who asks?" Draco eyed the group, "We're not going on a picnic here, the fewer people who know what's going on, the better."

Ginny shook her head, "And in the case of my brothers, it was necessary. They act like goofs, but they are incredibly intelligent. I'll bet what they'll give us is incredibly useful."

"Give us?" Harry looked startled, "What do you mean give us?"

"They said they were putting something together for us. Said they would floo it to headquarters so you should be on the look out for it."

"Do they know that Malfoy is with us?"

She bit her lip, "No, I didn't think they needed to."

"Finally at least some common sense," Draco scowled as Hermione motioned for him to be quiet.

"So we finish tying up loose ends, I estimate, three more days, and then we head out?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah, sounds like a plan. So what for dessert?"

The waiter walked up as everyone laughed, "The usual? Or will anyone be trying the dessert of the month?"

Hermione looked up, "What is it this month? I think I'm ready to try something new."

He smiled, "It's an Italian dessert called tiramisu. Three pieces of white cake, soaked in coffee, with a coffee flavored cream between them, frosted in the same cream, then sprinkled with finely ground coffee and chocolate powder."

Draco's eyes glazed over as he listened, "When did muggles learn to make heaven?"

The waiter looked slightly confused as Harry stomped on the Slytherin's foot under the table. "Don't ask, he's a little on the odd side, I'd say he'll take a piece though. I'll have my cheesecake like normal." The rest of the table ordered and Harry waited for the waiter to walk out of earshot before turning to glare at the blonde, "What do you think you were doing!"

Draco looked at him amused, "Problems Potter?"

"Yes, there is a problem Draco." His head swiveled as Hermione addressed him, "You know better than to address things in magical terms around normal people." She shook her head, "Harry, maybe you two should go home as soon as we finish here."

Harry grimaced, "Maybe you're right Hermione. The two of us coming out is dangerous even if we both behave. I'll miss having coffee with all of you though."

Ginny reached out and gave Harry's hand a reassuring squeeze, "We'll miss you too. But I'm sure you and Draco could probably both do with some sleep."

Draco stared at them in shock. First off, they were using his given name, second, they were arranging everything. His schedule, his life, his time with Potter even. He glared as the waiter brought the desserts. He watched silently as the rest of the evening progressed. The Gryffindors were completely at ease, even with him there. He had never really thought about them outside of their little fights. They all seemed happy. He observed Hermione and Ron's
"secret flirting" that supposedly no one knew about but everyone else watched with hidden amusement. He watched Ginny convince Dudley to take her to a ballet before they left. He turned to look at Harry and saw an odd longing in his eyes. He wondered what the brunette did when he wasn't tied to Draco. Was he in the middle of all the plans? Or did he always sit on the outside looking in? For some reason the idea irritated him beyond belief. He glared at the others and finished his tiramisu. Even the wonderful dessert had been ruined by the misery he saw. True it was Potter, but no one should be so left out. He cleared his throat and everyone looked at him, "Potter, I need to head to the back of the restaurant, coming?"

Harry shook his head, "Do I really have a choice Malfoy?" He stood, "We'll be right back." He walked to the back of the restaurant with the blonde and turned to look at him before they reached the loo. "What was that about Malfoy?"

Draco shrugged, "I wondered if they would even notice if you left if I didn't announce it."

Harry looked at him surprised, "Why wouldn't they?"

"You just looked like you were on the outside looking in Potter. I decided I didn't want to watch it much longer." Draco examined his nails.

"So you dragged me out? Malfoy, whether you like being with my friends or not is your problem. I enjoy their company very much. So next time you have an issue with how they treat me, deal with it. Maybe they have each other, but I have them."

Draco had seen the small flash of pain in Harry's eyes. He smirked, "Sure Potter, whatever you say. Now are we going into the loo or not?"

Harry rolled his eyes and walked into the bathroom, followed closely by Draco. He heard the door shut and latch behind him. Harry turned, "Malfoy what the hell are you…" He was unable to finish the sentence as a pair of rose colored lips met his. His eyes went wide as Draco backed him against a wall. He wrenched his head to the side, "What are you doing?" his voice was desperate.

Draco smirked even more, "I figured out why you're mine. They leave you out. So I took you. Just a small reminder Potter. You, are mine. And when they make you seem so small and unresponsive, I have to remind myself just how responsive," he pushed his groin against Harry's causing him to gasp, "you are." He released Harry then meticulously straightened first the brunette's hair, then his. "Come on Potter. Let's go back out." With that, Draco left a shocked Harry to be dragged back after him.

They arrived back at the apartment late. Harry hadn't been able to convince the others that he would rather go home and was tired. He looked at the clock and groaned, "Three a.m.? I thought they said we wouldn't be out later than one."

Draco collapsed onto a couch and closed his eyes, "Who would have thought Granger would be so free when drunk? I think she actually groped Weasley when they went to get that third round of drinks." He kicked his shoes off and slid further into the cushioning.

"That was the seventh round. I would think you would know, especially since you got something every round." Harry raised an eyebrow as Draco slumped to the side. "Are you going to be able to make it up the stairs?"

"Yeah, n'problemo." Draco laughed, "Your face when gin-girl sat on Dursley was hilarious. Weasley's was even funnier when Granger sat on him."

Harry shook his head, better to head Malfoy away from this topic, "And yours was a comedy when you tripped over your own foot and landed headfirst in that woman's cake. She had to be at least in her 70s. She looked like she was going to have a heart attack. If she dies in the next week, you're to blame Malfoy."

Draco waved Harry's comment aside, "Yesh yesh, but really Potter, what was with that look? You don't still have feelings for gin-girl do you?" Had Harry been paying attention he would have seen Draco's eyes open, sharp and calculating, to watch him, but he had turned away to hide the flush he felt creeping up his neck. He shook his head vigorously. "Oh good," Draco closed his eyes again, "because I don't feel like dealing with that sort of drama. And if I'm stuck with you lot as long as I think, it would be inevitable."

Harry rolled his eyes, "If you're with us long enough to deal with drama, it will have taken us too long."

"I think you underestimate the Dark Lord Potter. But believe as you will. Now," he instructed imperiously, "help me to bed before I fall asleep and trap us both here." He attempted to stand and fell over, "see?"

Harry walked over and offered a hand, "Get up Malfoy." Draco took the hand and stood falling against Harry. The brunette rolled his eyes and steadied him, "let's go."

They reached the top of the stairs and Draco turned a pale shade of green, "Screw the bed Potter, get me to a toilet." He lurched against the wall, heading towards the loo. Harry snatched the door open just in time for him to collapse in front of the toilet and puke. Harry watched as Draco's system purged itself of the toxins he had ingested. About fifteen minutes later Draco sat back against the wall. His face was covered in beads of sweat, but the green tinge was gone.

Harry sat down next to him, offering a cup of water, and a washcloth. "Here, let me wipe your forehead," he gently swiped the sweat away and Draco washed out his mouth. Harry was shocked when Draco laid his head on Harry's shoulder.

"Just let me sit for a moment Potter." His voice sounded tired, and his eyes were dropping shut.

"I don't know that that's a good idea, you should get to bed Malfoy, a real bed." But he was already too late. Draco slid down, curling up, his head in Harry's lap. "Oh well, you'll wake up eventually." Harry summoned a couple of towels. He used one to cushion his own head, and the other to cover the sleeping blonde. "Good night Draco Malfoy." Harry relaxed against the wall and fell asleep.