AN: Awwww I kNOW it took me forever to update… *blush* Im sorry everyone!!! Just been sooo busy, and I must confess Its coming better with my other story…. Thus said, You are all free to hate me… as long as you review! ^_^ onward!

Harry wasn't sure what his reaction would be. He tentatively levitated Draco in front of himself towards the cool bath that awaited. He had dropped in some lavender to soothe the blonde.

He chuckled when he realized that Draco was unconscious and didn't care one way or the other what scent the water was.

As he lowered him into the bath, he noted how the rivulets of soap and foam washed away the crusted blood that stuck to Draco's flesh. Turning the water slightly pink in places before disappearing into the foam that was frothing over the blonde.

Harry picked up a sponge and looked at the extremely uncomfortable position he was in.

Draco was half lying, half sitting in the bath, and Harry was too far up to do much to help the blonde wash. The fact that Draco was out cold didn't help much either.

There was only one thing that Harry could do, not thinking twice, he vanished his clothes and got into the coolness of the deep bath.

Sitting down comfortably, he settled Draco in between his legs. Making sure the blonde' chest was flush against his.

Thus comfortable, he began to lather the dark piece of material that now covered his hand.

Harry breathed in shallow gasps. Where Draco was in now rubbed and teased his every fibre. He refrained from moaning, biting his lip.

He knew that doing anything remotely erotic right now would be taking advantage of Draco's vulnerability and as a warrior, he couldn't allow that, even himself.

So making up his mind, he once again begun to gently smoothe away any dirt or blood that was stuck to the otherwise flawless skin. He noted how the muscles in the blondes chest twitched and jumped as he brushed over them gently, rippling underneath the silk that covered them… Yes, Harry could only compare Draco's skin to silk. He looked at his hand, soapy and slippery with the essence that he was lathing Draco in. He watched his hand, and the stark contrast that it created.

Harry's hands were big, with long wiry fingers. Strong hands, calloused on the inside, welcoming battle and unafraid of work… He decided that his hands could easily wield something other than a wand.

Picking up Draco's hand he pressed both against each other; noting the differences. Draco's hand was as big as his, somehow though, they differed greatly. Draco's was more elegant, the lines and sculpting more refined, more graceful… royalty.

The biggest difference was the colour… Harry's hand was tanned, darker… much darker than Draco's , who's limbs were so damn light… so pure…

Harry dropped the pale hand back into the water shaking his head. Draco was not pure.

But no matter how many times he repeated that to himself, the blonde's features said otherwise.

Sighing, Harry tried to readjust himself. Through these movements he ended up brushing his groin against Draco's ass. Harry gasped at the sudden, unwanted, but not unwelcome sensation…

This was going to be an impossible mission… He golden boy who was arch enemy to anything even remotely evil, who could send the devil (not counting Draco) screaming… Could not successfully give another person a bath.

He realized it was because he was so damn tense. He kept putting off washing anything but his torso… because he was nervous.

Cursing himself, he steeled his resolve and trailed his hand lower, along he stomach to the hip. Encircling Draco's inner thigh, he rubbed and smoothed keeping his eyes tightly shut and trying to even out his breathing.

Draco was so damn hard, not a bit of soft flesh anywhere. Hard muscles that jumped with his every touch. Harry moved lower down one leg, taking care to scrub down the knee, trailing gently up and down the calf, and finally finishing at the foot.

To accomplish this feat, Harry had to half lay Draco down on his knees, which gave him a quite impressive view of the man as a whole.

He repeated the same exercise with the second leg, biting his lips from moaning as he neared Draco's groin.

There was nothing for it, he decided. Draco was out cold, and if luck would have it, he might just get this done before the blonde had any idea what happened.

Harry took off the glove and gently placed his palm on the inner thigh. He decided he might as well squeeze his eyes shut, finish this up with lightning speed and get them both out of there as soon as heavenly possible.

He tentatively lowered his hand and closed it around Draco's semi-hard shaft.

His eyes snapped opened as he realized that keeping them closed wasn't a very good idea, it just gave his mind freedom to wander, which resulted in him becoming aroused too.

Harry decided to keep his eyes on a spot on the wall.

That wasn't easy to do, because Draco decided that that moment was good to arch into his touch. "Ungggh"

Harry stilled himself, a freezing feeling falling into the pit of his stomach, afraid that Draco was awake.

He leaned further in, bending his head just so, to be able to see the silver eyes… dreading the shame he was going to live with if his speculations were true.

They weren't, Darco was as out of it as before.

Harry visibly relaxed, sighing in relief, he rested his head on the crook of Draco's neck and shoulder, inhaling the scent the silver haired man gave out…

Harry turned his face in a bit more, and delivered a tentative lick to the white column opened before him. He couldn't help groaning inside. This all felt so right, but at the same time, he was afraid of using Draco without his knowledge.

Harry continued kissing and licking at Draco's neck, inhaling, kissing, inhaling and kissing again… He let himself believe that Draco was awake, wanting…

His hand dropped from the blondes groin, he wouldn't go that far without Draco's mind there, but he did allow himself this small guilty pleasure.

Closing his eyes again, he rubbed his cheek against the shell of the pale ear, licking and teasing…

His eyes snapping open when he felt a strong hand bury itself into his hair, pressing his face closer.

He brought his eyes to look at Draco's face, only to be greeted by misty silver slits, staring at him questioningly…..