Harry nodded.

"That's Draco."

"You're named after, The Giant Serpent?"

"Yep."

Draco's breath tickled the back of Harry's neck, the warmth stood in sharp contrast to the cold chill of the autumn air. Two questions bounced around in Harry's mind as they stood there, Draco lingering silently behind him.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Harry asked quietly.

"Turn around," Draco whispered in an eerie voice.

Harry turned, his face looking directly at Draco's. Cool blue-grey met bright emerald green. The sparks, however invisible, were illuminating each other in a fierce glow.

"Trust me?" Draco asked.

"I don't know." Harry replied uncertainty filling his voice.

Draco closed the distance between them, locking lips with Harry. The pressure of the blonds firm pink lips against his own left Harry feeling something he had never felt before. He broke the kiss.

"Why'd you kiss me?" Harry asked.

"I thought you wanted it."

"I think you wanted it Draco."

"Did you want it?" Draco asked.

"No, but I want this." Harry's sentence ended abruptly as he slowly closed the six or less inches that separated them.

Their lips met the spark was there.

"I wanted that." Draco sighed dreamily.

"I knew you would." Harry replied, a sneer on his face.

"Do you trust me now?" Draco asked.

"I don't know Draco. How could I trust a Slytherin?"

"Verituserum."

"We'd need to rob Snape's stores."

"Ha-ha, you forget that I'm the Slytherin golden-boy. Sev is my god father, you know, he'd part with some just for me."

"Then get some."

"Did you bring your cloak?"

Harry hadn't stopped carrying around his cloak since he'd received it on Christmas morning, with the strange letter. But tonight, the one night he could use it for something other than mischief he had left it in his trunk.

"No."

"Oh well, let's go."

Harry agreed and the boys walked side by side to Snape's office in the Dungeons.

Three knocks played out as Draco's bony pale knuckles struck the wooden door. The door cracked slightly and a whisper drew out from the shadows. Snape's whisper obviously. IT wasn't that late, Draco hadn't drawn Snape from bed. Draco stepped into the depths of what could've been described as a dark, stink filled room containing a small brightly polished mahogany colored desk with a dim fire casting light onto the clean walls. Severus might have been a Slytherin at heart, but the aging man enjoyed the warmth of a fire, however, cleverly he might mask it.

"Sev. I need a favor."

"What do you wish?"

"I wish for a small vial of Verituserum."

"Why?"

"It seems a few of my possessions have gone missing, something near my heart."

"You insult my intelligence, Draco." Snape spoke in his eerie drawl, as he turned to reach for a small box of what sounded to be vials, as he pulled it from the shelf.

"Whatever do you mean?" Draco hoped the question would have Snape second guessing his statement.

Snape had slithered into the small room next to office with the box of vials and proceeded to fill the one of the vials half-way with what Draco wished to receive, and the other half of the vial with a potion of Snape's own creation. A potion he had labeled as #7998, the number was odd in its own fashion as it was not in chronologically numbered to any of the other potions in the room.

Snape returned to the room Draco was standing in, thrusting the bottle into Draco's hand Snape whispered, "Use it wisely, and tell your quoted possession, to remember our lesson tomorrow night."

Draco looked at his god-father confusedly, he had no idea in his mind as to what the older Slytherin had been talking about. More confusing than that was the odd feeling the potion was releasing in his hand.

Draco just nodded, as he turned to walk from the room.

Snape waited until the door closed until he started laughing. He knew that Draco had been with Harry Potter moments before he appeared at the door of the office. Snape knew the one thing Draco and only Draco knew, at least that was, until a few minutes after the potion had been administered.

"Slow down, Draco." Harry said as he jogged to try and keep up with the blond.

"Walk faster, Potter."

Harry was confused Draco had gone from being lovely to being an asshole in the few moments he had spent in Snape's office. Draco had managed to find the meaning of Severus's words as he turned the corner and was greeted by Potter's face.

"What the hell is your problem Malfoy?" Harry nearly screamed.

"My problem, nay be mentioned to the likes of you."

Draco ran down the hall only to find Potter chasing him. Pointing his wand over his shoulder Draco muttered a curse. Harry, auror want-to-be, was ready he met the jet of blue light that flew from Draco's wand. Harry seized the moment as Draco turned his head over his back and stopped in the hallway. Nonverbal magic wasn't Harry's strong suit but the curse flew from his wand striking Draco. Harry walked, not really walked but ran to the lifeless, stiff as a bored, Draco. Looking over the boy's body he saw nothing unusual. Harry pointed his wand at Draco, using the levitation charm they had learned their first year with Professor Flitwick Harry lifted Draco from the ground. Holding his wand out in front of him, Harry hovered Draco's body off the ground and lead him to the Gryffindor Entrance. The Fat-Lady was mildly alarmed and nearly refused to let, as she referred to as "Slytherin Scum." , into her domain. Threatening to alert the Head of the House, Harry chortled the password at her. The portrait reluctantly swung itself open but did. Harry flicked his wand at the fluffy, broken in, arm chair in front of the fire. Draco's body levitated across the room and sat upright in the chair. Harry muttered the counter curse. Draco's eyes opened for a moment. Harry had stripped Draco of his wand before setting him free. Draco's eyes opened, his head turned in a sharp turn as he took in his surroundings. Harry stepped back, fearful Draco would try to kill him with his bare hands, though fear wasn't the only reason. The room's warmth seemed to be infecting Draco. Draco leaned back into the plush of the chair.

"So Harry Potter, has some balls." Draco sneered.

"A lot more then you'll ever have."

"Say that to me while I have my wand in hand Potter."

"Sorry, I don't make a habit of trusting Slytherins, Malfoy."

"Ha-ha, ticked at me Harry?"

"Not ticked, just upset."

"I can see why you would be." Draco said as his head lowered, almost in defeat.

"I'd like to know why. Why you went from being a love-struck-dolt to being the usual Malfoy in the blink of an eye."

"Did you know, Sev knew you were with me in the hall."

"The man is on top of things. He hasn't even had the chance to rape my mind to find that out."

"That's the reason Harry, I don't want anyone to know I was or am with you. I can't handle it, not yet."

"Draco, you make it sound so serious. We have done nothing wrong. At least, not yet."

Harry smiled as he spoke. He definitely had Draco's full attention now. Draco looked at Harry in awe. It was weird to have another guy, let alone the Gryffindor Golden boy, coming on to him.

"Harry, where did that vial go?" Draco asked, after he briskly searched himself.

"Right here." Harry said as his outstretching hand glinted with the glass vial.

"Give it here." Draco said, stretching his own hand out.

Harry handed him the bottle. Draco removed the stopper, in one gulp he swallowed it's contents.

"You know how to question?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, learned that in our third year." Harry shuddered as he thought of seeing Mad-eye-moody being fished from the bottom of his own trunk.

Draco flashed Harry a gleaming smile, "Be careful, anything you ask will be truthfully answered no matter how in dignifying it is."

"What's your name?" Harry said making sure it was working.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy."

"Did you intend for me to see the letter confessing your love for me?"

"No. I was trying to hide it from Blaise and it ended up in my potions book."

"Have you at any time since lunch today lied to me?"

"Yes."

"Is this whole deal about having a crush on me a lie?"

"No."

"Are you working for the Dark Lord?"

"Yes."

"Are you feeling sick?"

"No."

"Are you sure, it looks like you're going to vomit?"

Draco didn't reply, he just got the biggest grin possible.

"Harry. . ." Draco called playfully.

"Draco?" Harry asked; confused by what was happening in Draco's head.

Draco leapt from the comfy arm-chair. Grabbing Harry and roughly by the face slamming, his lips onto the other boy's. Draco's tongue wrestled Harry's as the Gryffindor boy tried to fight back, he wanted so desperately to be free from Draco's clutch. Harry's hand reached down for his wand, before he could get to it Draco's hand had seized his and was dragging it towards his crotch, which tented with obvious bulge of Malfoy's fat prick. Harry's hand touched the firm throbbing bulge; feeling Draco's heart beat in the lower extremity was something new to the both of them. The only people in the world, at that point in time, to have touched either of their cocks were themselves. Harry, impressed by the size and being caught in the moment, stopped refusing Draco. His tongue fought back with more intensity than Draco had been. Harry's hand squeezed the bulge. Draco's heart beat registered, with each jump of his swollen manhood. Harry's own erection was tenting his trousers as his hand rested on Draco's. Harry made the next move slipping down to his knees, his hands fumbled anxiously with the button on Draco's pants. Draco's hands reached down to undo the button Harry's fingers released it from the straining fabric. The zipper slid down every so slowly, as Draco's silken underwear peeked through the hole, a wet spot forming at what had to have been the head of Draco's erection.


Sorry for the long wait the first 2 chapters came quickly this latest was the trickiest for me to write. Apologies for that, and the large amount of dialogue. ~Author