When Harry woke up the next morning, he was happier than he'd expected. Despite being confused about whatever was happening between him and Draco, he couldn't complain about the feelings Draco gave him when he touched him. He climbed out of bed and dug through his clothes. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Ron let out a "Oi, Harry!"

Harry turned to look at him. "What?" he asked.

"There's a hickey on your neck, mate!" Harry's face turned bright red. Crap, crap, crap, crap. Ron frowned. "Oh bloody hell, did my sister do that?" he asked.

"Er- no. It wasn't Ginny" Harry mumbled.

Ron made a weird face. "Well who's the girl than?" he asked.

Harry shifted his weight. "Erm, we'll talk about it later" he said quietly, but in all honesty he had no intention of telling him it was Draco. He wasn't ready to deal with that, and he wasn't sure he ever would. Harry cast a quick glamour spell to hide the red mark on his neck before heading down to breakfast in the Great Hall. He sat down next to Hermione and his fellow Gryffindors.

His eyes immediately drifted to the Slytherin table only to find Draco was already looking at him. Draco immediately looked away from Harry, but Harry kept staring. He could tell Draco was trying hard to look casual. Harry couldn't help it, a smile crept onto his face. It was kind of... cute that Draco was being so awkward. He was pulled from his thoughts when Hermione nudged his side and whispered "it's a Slytherin, isn't it?"

Harry shifted and sat up straight. "Um, what're you talking about?" he asked.

"Ron told me that you've got a new mystery girl" she said "and you were just staring at the Slytherin table and smiling. She's a Slytherin, isn't she?"

"Erm- no" he said, which was technically true. There was no she, there was a he. "Look, I don't want to talk about it."

Hermione frowned, but she nodded. The rest of the breakfast was awkward. Ron and Hermione kept throwing out guesses as to gave Harry the hickey, but he just ignored them. When breakfast was over he started to walk to towards potions with Slytherins, but then Draco caught his eye in the hallway so he told Hermione and Ron that he'd catch up with them.

He watched as Draco slipped into a closet and a few seconds later Harry went into the same one, but he was shocked by what he saw. Malfoy was cowering in the corner and in the other side of the closet was none other than Lucius Malfoy.

It didn't process in Harry's brain at first. What on earth was Lucius Malfoy doing here? He should be in Azkaban. Why did Draco look so scared and why- These questions answered themselves when Lucius turned to look at Harry and instantly transformed into Voldemort.

Suddenly everything clicked. Draco had wandered into a closet with a boggart, and for a reason Harry didn't know his boggart had turned into his own father. Harry pulled out his wand and yelled "Ridikkulous!"

Harry shoved the boggart into an empty box and turned to look at Draco. He had sunk onto the ground and Harry could see him shaking. "D-Draco are you-" Harry started, but he wasn't really sure where he was going. What do you say to someone when you find out that the thing they fear most in the world is their own father? Harry knew Lucius Malfoy was a terrible person, but the way Draco talked about him it seemed like he was proud of his father.

Draco seemed to snap back into reality. He stood up and got in Harry's face. "Drop it" he practically yelled. "We're never talking about that again. Got it, Potter?" All Harry could manage to do was nod. "Good" Draco snapped "now that's not why I brought you in here. You need to stop staring at me. I don't want anyone figuring out what's going on. My family name's ruined enough I don't need people finding out that I'm..." Draco took a deep breath. Apparently saying the word gay was a difficult task for Malfoy. "Just stop staring at me all the time!"

Harry didn't even have time to say anything back before Draco stormed out of the closet leaving Harry alone.


The rest of the day was strange. Harry could hardly focus on any of his classes. Why was Draco afraid of his father? Draco had told him to drop it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. So that night when they were in the Room of Requirement and Draco was sucking on his neck, it just came out. "Why are you afraid of your father?"

Draco's entire body tensed and he let out a long breath. He lifted his head to meet Harry's eyes. "Look Potter, do you want to talk or do you want me to suck your cock?"

Harry's eyes got wide. "Y-you want to-" Draco rolled his eyes and shoved him on his back before climbing onto him and straddling him. Draco ripped Harry's shirt open and kissed his way down his chest. Draco unbuttoned Harry's pants and shoved them down just enough to pull out Harry's erection. Harry bit his lip. "Malfoy, I want to ta- ah" Harry's words died in his throat as Draco took him in his mouth.

Harry let out a groan as Draco started bobbing his head up and down. All thoughts of Draco's father ceased to exist in his mind and all he could think about was Draco's mouth on him. Nothing on earth had ever felt so good. He tangled his hands in Draco's hair and bit his lip to stop from screaming out.

Soon enough Harry knew he couldn't hold out any longer. "Malfoy I'm going to come" he managed between groans. At this Malfoy only sucked harder and Harry bit down on his hand to stop from screaming Draco's name as he came.

Afterwards Draco sat up and spit onto the ground. "Bloody disgusting" he mumbled.

Harry glanced at the bulge in Draco's pants. "You don't seem too disgusted" Harry said as he tucked himself back in his pants before pushing Draco onto his back. Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco. He responded to the kiss and tangled his hands in Harry's hair. Harry ran his hand down Draco's chest. When he got to his waist he slipped his hand around to cup Draco's ass in his hand, but Draco immediately tensed.

Harry broke the kiss and met Draco's eyes, but Draco immediately looked away. "Malfoy are you okay?"

Draco grabbed Harry's hand and yanked it from his ass and shoved it onto his crotch. "Shut your mouth Potter or I'll fill it with my cock" he snapped.

Harry wanted to push him to open up, but instead he unbuckled Draco's pants and shoved his hand inside. It was pointless to push Draco into talking until after he'd gotten him off. He immediately started pumping Draco's cock and sucking on his neck. Draco groaned. "Fast Potter" he commanded, and Harry obliged. He worked Draco the best he could, trying to finish him as fast as could. It only took a few minutes for Draco's body to tense as he clutched Harry's shoulders and came into Harry's hand.

Afterwards Harry cast quick cleaning spells and the boys lied on their backs staring at the ceiling. "You're getting better at this Potter" Draco said, his voice almost sounding playful.

"You're one to talk" Harry said back. He turned his head to look at Draco. "Speaking of talking..."

"Stop."

"Malfoy, I just-"

"Stop!"

"Draco!" Malfoy's head snapped in Harry's direction at the use of his first name. "Draco, why are you afraid of your father?"

Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he finally opened his eyes and he looked away from Harry. "Don't ask questions you don't want answers to" he said quietly.

"I do want the answers" Harry insisted, but Draco sat up and met Harry's eyes.

"No, Harry" Draco said and Harry pretended not to notice that his voice was shaking. "You don't."

Harry had the intense urge to lean forwards and kiss Draco. Not because he wanted to fool around again, but because he wanted to comfort him. Whatever Draco wasn't telling Harry must be pretty terrible, and there wasn't much Harry would put past Lucius Malfoy. "Just stop asking please" Draco said and Harry nearly gasped. Never in his life had he heard Draco Malfoy say please and mean it.

Harry nodded. "Alright" he said as he pulled on the clothes he'd discarded earlier. Draco did the same and they were left standing face to face. "Tomorrow?" Harry asked, and Draco simply nodded. Harry seemed to lose control of his body because he leaned forward and kissed Draco square on the mouth. Draco just stood there unresponsive, and when Harry pulled away Draco simply stared at him. Harry couldn't read his expression and he was starting to think he'd screwed things up.

"Goodnight Malfoy" he blurted out before pulling on his cloak and practically running out of the room.


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