I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

Finally adding a new chapter. I've been writing a lot lately. I'm already working on the next chapter of this. Hope you all enjoy. As always...read and review!

Chapter 6

When Monday evening came around, Draco was curled up in a chair in front of the fire place of the sitting room. Dumbledore had come and gone to make sure Draco was there and to have tea and snacks sent up for the boys. Draco had been waiting alone for twenty minutes before the door opened again and Harry walked in.

Harry closed the door behind him and paused to turn the hourglass as Dumbledore had instructed. The lock clicked on the door as he set the hourglass down. Their required hour had begun. But Dumbledore had said that they could take all the time they wanted as long as they were in their own beds by morning.

Draco turned to look at Harry as he handed him a teacup. "Thanks."

Harry nodded and sat in the other chair facing the fire. "You look better. Did you get enough rest in the hospital."

Draco sneered. "I hate being in the hospital."

"If you took better care of yourself there would be no need to go there." He shrugged when Draco gave him an annoyed look. "I'm only saying what you know is true. Did you eat today?"

"Are you my sitter now, Potter?"

"No, Malfoy. But I would like to be your friend. If you will let me. And friends take care of each other. I'm worried about you."

"Yes. I did eat today. All three meals. No, I didn't cut myself today. I didn't harm myself in any way." He put his feet on the floor and help the cup and saucer in his lap. "Though I did feel like it several times."

"Why did you want to hurt yourself?"

"I have my reasons."

"Yes. So you have said." Harry sipped his tea and turned his eyes to the fire. "I wont pry if you don't want to talk about it. So what shall we talk about? Or should we study for the charms test we have on Friday? I brought my books."

"I don't want to study. I want a piece of that pumpkin bread." Draco stood and moved to sit on the couch. He cut a slice of the pumpkin bread and was spreading butter on it when Harry sat on the couch next to him. "Do you want a piece?" Draco offered the plate to Harry and cut another slice for himself.

"Are we gonna sit here and eat all the snacks for an hour and do nothing else?"

"Would that be so bad? At least the company is good." Draco looked over when Harry set his plate down and put his hands on his shoulders. "What?"

"There is always another alternative." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Draco's.

Draco's eyes widened at the completely unexpected action. When those soft lips pressed harder against his own, Draco moaned softly and kissed him back. He had to be dreaming. Nothing this good ever happened to him.

Harry's hands slid up to cup Draco's face as he slowly pulled away. "Feel better?"

Draco frowned. "What did you do that for?"

"I wanted to. It felt good didn't it?" He brushed a thumb over Draco's bottom lips and smiled when the boy shivered.

"Why did you do that, Harry?" As much as he hated to do it, Draco pulled back, letting the hands fall away from his face.

"I told you. Because I wanted to."

"But why? I've haven't done anything but be mean to you since the day we met. Why would you want to kiss me?"

Harry sat back and sighed. "I have always felt drawn to you. I cant explain why. Maybe something I saw in your eyes. Maybe just pure physical attraction. I don't know. But after our conversation yesterday, I realized that you aren't the nasty person you make yourself out to be. It's merely a mask you wear to protect yourself. I also realized, that if you didn't like me at least a little bit, you wouldn't have trusted me with that information."

"Who told you?" Draco grit his teeth. Whoever it was that had told him, he would kill that person.

"Told me what?"

Draco stood and paced to the windows. "I wanted to be the one to tell you, when the time was right. Who told you?"

"Draco, no one told me anything. I don't know what your talking about. I wouldn't lie to you."

He turned to look into those soft green eyes. He wasn't lying. Draco could see it there. "You don't know then?"

"Know what?" Harry stood and moved to stand in front of him at the window.

Draco turned to look out the window but could only see his reflection. "I love you, Harry. I have for a long time. I try not to. But I learned that it isn't something I can just stop doing, no matter how hard I try." He crossed his arms over his stomach and turned to move away from the other boy. "I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable."

Harry took Draco's hands in his as he tried to move away. "Draco. I love you, too."

Draco laughed softly. "Now I know I'm dreaming."

Harry turned him around and took his face in his hands. "Does this feel like a dream?" He pressed his lips to the other boys again and kissed him passionately. This wasn't the almost chaste touching of lips that he had given him before. This was passionate, and it made Draco's knees go weak. Harry put his arms around him and held him close, their bodies pressed tightly together. He pulled away slowly and looked down into cloudy blue eyes. "Does it?"

Draco blinked and tried to focus. His mind was fogged and he couldn't quite concentrate. "I don't know. It doesn't really feel like a dream. But it has to be. This couldn't actually be happening to me."

"I was attracted to you the first moment I saw you. In the robe shop. Do you remember?" When Draco nodded, he continued. "You were so confident of yourself. So strong. So in control. It's what I wanted for myself at that time. To be stronger. And I saw that in you then. And on top of all that strength, you were beautiful."

"I've always been so mean to you, Harry. How can you be doing this to me now? Is it payback? For everything I've done?" He closed his eyes and leaned his body away from his. "If it is, I'll understand."

"The things you say hurt me, Draco." When the other boy tried to pull away at his words, he tightened his grip on him and kept him in place. "But I could always see the pain in your eyes when you said them. I doubt anyone else would notice. But I watch you sometimes. I've seen you happy. I've seen you angry. I've seen the look on your face when you are teasing your friends. But when you say hurtful things, your face may look happy, or smug, but the feeling doesn't reach your eyes. It has both confused and intrigued me. But it hasn't made me any less attracted to you."

"How can you be so nice to me?"

"Because I have no reason to be otherwise. Now are you going to keep talking?"

Draco frowned. "Why not?"

Harry smiled and ran his lips over Draco's forehead. "Because I can think of something better to do."

Draco swallowed hard. "Like what?"

He grinned and ran his hands down the thin line of Draco's body until they rose over the swell of his ass. "How about getting you naked?"

Draco shivered and felt himself grow instantly hard. He has spent so much time dreaming of what it would be like to have his hands on his body. But he had never imagined that he would be so forward. Draco frowned and pulled away again. "You've had other lovers, haven't you?"

"Is that a problem?" He leaned forward to kiss Draco again but he pulled away sharply. Harry watched as pain and disbelief filled his eyes and overflowed as tears. "Oh, Draco. I'm so sorry. If I had known how you really feel about me I would have done things differently. Can you honestly tell me you didn't expect that I had been with someone? What about you? I've seen some of the people who hang on you like you are their god."

Draco clenched his jaw and stepped out of Harry's arms. "I've never let anyone touch me. I've never wanted anyone but you to touch me." His breath caught as he had a sudden visual of Harry's body with other people hands touching him. Harry reached for him, his eyes confused. He backed up again. "I cant do this right now. I'm sorry."

"Draco wait." But it was to late. Draco was running for the door. He knew their time was over, the door would open. And he watched as Draco pulled it open and disappeared.