Chapter 8


It was Saturday. The sun found its way through a dirty window on the seventh floor, making the old-fashion bedchamber sparkle. It glowered over a couple of textbooks and half written essays that were lying on a table beside the window, over the dark wooden floor that occasionally creaked humbly when someone walked around and over the two boys who were lying naked in the big four poster double bed.

Draco nuzzled in Harry's hair and smiled. "I love you", he whispered.

Harry didn't answer. His eyes were distant and he seemed to be far away.

"Harry? Harry!"

"Wh-what?" he startled and looked at Draco. "I'm sorry love, I was lost in thoughts."

"What were you thinking of?"

"Just how I'd rather spend the night with you instead of going to another one of Dumbledore's lessons."

"Aw, but we'll meet later, I promise. And besides, you'll need all that practise if you are about to defeat the dark lord, don't you? … Harry?" he asked, feeling the Gryffindor go all tense in his arms. "Is something wrong?"

"Uhm… n-no…"

"What is it?"

"Okay", Harry said in a small voice and sighed, "there's one thing I've always wanted to ask you but I've been pushing it out of my mind for so long. It's just that… I wonder… about you and your family… I saw… I mean…" he paused only for a second with a terrified look on his face, "are you really a death eater?"

Draco felt himself go rigid. He held his arms perfectly still around Harry and took a deep breath. This was not the reaction Harry had oped for.

"You are a death eater, aren't you?" his voice shook. "This whole thing is just a trick to get me to Voldemort, isn't it? Maybe he ordered you to have sex with me?"

"Harry stop it! You're rambling. I love you."

"But you're a death eater!"

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are, I heard you say so on the train!"

Draco stared confusingly at Harry. "You heard me saying what?"

"You said it on the Hogwarts Express last autumn to all your friends. I was there, I had snuck in to you compartment under your invisibility cloak, remember?"

Harry felt tears running down his face but he was too upset to care.

"Harry", said Draco in a low voice, "what you heard on the train was nothing more than me showing off for my friends. People had start to look down on me since father's got in to Azkaban-"

Harry hung his head queasily, that had been his own fault.

"-and I wanted to regain my position in the gang. They're all supporters of you-know-who so I figured that would make them impressed."

"That still doesn't prove that you're not on Voldemort's side. Which side are you on?" Harry felt his heart beat fast, this was the question he had dreaded to ask for so long.

"In all my life I haven't known and never cared. Father teached me to dislike muggleborns although my best friend I had as a child was actually a muggle. Pansy's one of my best friends and she's muggleborn, although that is a big secret. I've acted after my parents morals without thinking much about it. But now…" He cupped his hands around Harry's face", am I totally and irrevocably on your side. Screw that dark lord shithead."

He pressed Harry forward and kissed him intensely.

"So you're really not death eater?" Harry said in a small voice.

"Why would I support someone who want my love dead?"

"So you don't have the mark on you?" Harry asked just to make sure.

"Harry!" Draco exclaimed, "you've seen me naked about a dozen times! Don't you think you would have noticed?"

Harry laughed and pulled his arm around Draco, drawing him closer. Draco snuggled up close to Harry, his breath gosted over Harry's ear and the Gryffindor shivered.

"We should get back to studying I guess", Harry nuzzled in Draco's hair.

"No!" Draco tilted his head back, lingering so comfortably against Harry. "Just a little while longer… please?"

Harry chuckled and stroke a hand through Draco's hair, messing it up.

"Sounds good." He kissed his lover and hugged him tightly.

"Mmmm", Draco reveled," you're always so clengy after sex."

"And you love that."

They lingered in the bed for another quarter before returning to their studies. Snape had given them a nasty assignment to work on, but Draco couldn't really concentrate. He kept staring out through the window, a lot of students were outside enjoying the beautiful spring weather.

"Draco, are you listening to me at all?" Harry asked from somewhere far away.

"Sorry." Draco snapped back to the present.

"What's up?"

"Screw homework, I want to go outside."

"Okay." Harry obeyed and put down Confronting the Faceless on the table. "I can't focus either, let's go for another break."

"But Harry..." Draco's voice trailed off. "We can't, if anyone see us together... you know that doesn't work. I want to be able to be with you in public, to walk hand in hand with you and snog by the lake." Draco sighed unhappily. "Not hide behind some bush."

Harry smiled wickedly, "we can snog by the lake if you want to. Forgot about this, haven't you?"

Draco squealed in happiness when Harry pulled out his old invisibility cloak. They hastily pulled it over their heads and walked out of the room, through the castle, and stepped outside in the bright sun.

Draco smiled happily as they strolled down towards the lake securely close to each other underneath the cloak. Harry gave his hand a light squeeze, he was, too, happy to escape from their homework. They stopped by the shore and Harry captured Draco's lips in a deep kiss. Harry grinned and snuck a hand beneath Draco's shirt when a sudden gust of wind snatched the cloak away from them.

Harry jerked away from Draco and caught the cloak before it flew away in the air but it was too late – every student around them gasped in unison by the sight of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy snogging madly.

Draco felt like if he'd been turned inside out. Sickness dwelled up in his throat and he stared bewildered at Harry.

Harry, on the other side, looked completely calm.

"What's there to see?" he asked to the crowd of people looking at them. "We love each other!"

No. No, Draco thought, it can't go like this, father will hate me. This will be the biggest gossip of the year, it will be all over the news tomorrow morning. Father would find out, he would be disappointed since he clearly was on the other side… No! He had too much to lose, this couldn't happen. No.

"I can't believe you put an imperius curse on me! I'm going to make you pay for that! My father won't like this, and its forbidden idiot! You'll get expelled from this school in an instant!" Draco sneered at Harry. It felt like his inside was on fire, painfully burning to ashes. "I won't even bother to hex you this time, Potter. You'll get expelled anyway."

Harry stared bluntly at him, his eyes hurt, but except from that not showing anything. It was enough for Draco, he quickly turned around and ran up to the castle, not even caring that tears prickled his face.