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Harry sat outside by the lake behind the tree, and opened the book to look at the moving wizard pictures in the book. Harry was hard after almost 5 pages. He took the chance to move his one hand under his robes, hoping nobody would show up while he was so obviously rubbing his cock under his robes.
Draco POV:
Of all the things he thought to find Harry doing next to the lake, bending over an open book and clearly wanking of, was not an image that came to mind. He fought the urge to just stay and watch- clearly his boyfriend had a voyeuristic streak. He walked softly forward, not that he could have gotten Harry's attention shouting. Then he leaned in and pressed an open mouthed kiss to Harry's slightly exposed neck. To Draco's shock, Harry came the instant his lips and tongue touched Harry's neck. Draco let out a low laugh and said: "What are you reading?" Harry blushed and reluctantly handed it over. "No wonder you were so excited." He said, checking the cover. Harry shot out one hand and Draco thought he meant to grab the book, but he yanked Draco's arm so Draco landed straddling Harry's legs. Then Harry covered Draco's mouth, using his hands to come the hair at Draco's neck. Then Draco let out a breathy moan when Harry softly nipped his tongue. After a while, Draco's hips jerked as he came, rubbing his body against Harry. "You look so beautiful like this." Harry said, placing soft kisses on Draco's panting mouth. "I love you." Draco said when he caught his breath. "I love you too, babe." Harry replied smiling. "That's one way to relax, Harry." Draco laughed. "I know, I think we both needed it."
"That's true." He said, moving of Harry's lap to cast a cleaning charm on both of them, then leaning on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Harry. I don't care who knows we are together." Draco said suddenly. "Good, but I still hope it gets to be our choice. I'm worried about you enough already." Harry said softly. "Me too, Harry." Draco agreed and they lapsed into silence for a while. Their fears were suppressed but not gone for good. Both of them hoping the other would get through this war.
Harry POV:
Ron walked up to both of them, looking nervous and stayed quiet until he walked right up to them. He took in the disorder of their robes and hair but made no comment. "Sorry, Harry." He finally said. "I want us to be friends again." Harry looked from Draco to Ron and could see Draco kept his face carefully impassive. "Okay Ron, but Draco is my boyfriend, please don't tell anyone." Harry asked. "Yeah sure, Harry. No problem, I don't like the git, but if you want to shag him, that's your problem." At this he could feel Draco's signature eye roll. "Fine, if you are okay with that, we are fine." Harry said, somewhat reluctantly and Ron gave him a smooth smile and left. "I don't want you two alone together." Draco muttered in a sudden burst of jealousy. "Don't you trust me love?" Harry asked. "I trust you, not him." He snapped.
"Maybe you should just move into our dorm then." Harry joked. "Could we do that?" Draco said, looking serious. Harry just laughed and gave him a kiss. "Don't worry about Ron." Harry reassured him. He didn't mention to Draco how good it felt that he cared so much. Draco and Harry walked back because Harry wanted to go to the library. They worked on a potions essay for a while before Draco left for his room.
Draco POV:
He got to his room, where he found an owl on his bedside table. He was in shock. What was it doing here? He walked toward the owl, arms outstretched as if advancing on a tiger. The owl just tilted his head, examining him then flew up to sit on Draco's arm. He let out a breath when he recognised his father's handwriting. He received the parchment and gave the owl a treat before it flew off.
Dear Draco,
Neither I nor your mother see any reason why you would have trouble making up your mind. Your mother misses you dearly. I have made arrangements with the headmaster and professor Snape. You shall pack your things at once. You are spending the weekend at the manor. You are allowed to bring Potter, but you are strongly advised not to. Remember your manners; we are entertaining friends of the family.
Sincerely,
Lucius Malfoy.
Draco fainted. He woke up and sat on the floor, letter somewhere near his head. (What am I going to do?). Draco took his wand and cast an incendio at the offending piece of parchment. He took a book and went into the Slytherin common room, looking for some life to surround him. He took the parchment charmed to Harry's along and after thinking for a while, he wrote: I need someone to talk to. He was horrified at how open and unguarded that statement left him.
Harry POV:
Harry fell out of his chair when he felt the parchment warm; he had completely forgotten he carried the thing around with him. He stood up and pulled it out, thankful the library was deserted. He read the message and sank back to the flour. Replying immediately, he wrote:
What's wrong my love? His heart pounding with worry. I'm going to the manor this weekend. Harry could see Draco's usual perfect script shaky with worry. He knows. Harry almost choked, he had no need to ask to who Draco was revering. Lucius Malfoy- and therefore Voldemort, knew of their relationship. How much of it? Harry wrote instead. His heart sank even further when the reply came: I'm thinking all of it.
We need to speak to Dumbledore. Draco added to Harry's shock levels. Where do I meet you?
Draco POV:
Draco was relieved that Harry assumed he would go with, he really wasn't good at asking for help. He felt so nervous, his heart felt like it literally wanted to jump out of his chest. In 15 minutes, in front of his office? Draco asked and seconds later Harry's reply was on his parchment. Okay, see you then. Draco placed the parchment under his robes and started walking outside the common room when he ran into Pansy Parkinson. She was still mad the last time they spoke after the break up but if looked like she had gotten over it in the meantime. "Draco? Darling, you are paler than usual." She said concerned, "Are you sick?" Draco shook his head and Pansy took him into her arms. He was so shocked he couldn't manage to step back in time to escape her embrace. Draco always knew she had a grip of pure steel.
"Pansy let me go!" Draco choked out in desperation. Luckily Pansy let him go before she could crack his ribs, he thought. "Well, is it your father, Dray?" she urged him. "I do not want to talk about it. I need to go." He tried to cut her off. She looked sullen but said: "Sure then, see you later." Draco rolled his eyes in disbelief (Pansy has never been this bad). He thought as he walked off to find Harry. (It's not my day) he added to himself when he stumbled onto Blaise and Granger snogging in the hall way.
Blaise had his hands under her robes, on her breasts and her hands were on his ass, pulling him closer and closer (Lucky for me, most of Granger was covered by that nice strong masculine body). He was enchanted for a while before he shook himself out of his hormonal thoughts and walked off again, without them even noticing.
Harry POV:
Harry was so worried he thought of writing to Draco to find out why he was late. He didn't know what else was wrong. It couldn't just be that they were together; he couldn't want to tell Dumbledore that. He was shocked out of his wits when the headmaster appeared, usual purple robes with his slippers, a bright yellow. "Headmaster." Harry greeted when his voice was steady. "Harry, what can I do for you?" Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling. "Uhm, if that's okay, Draco wants to speak to you, headmaster." He explained. "Well, where is Mr Malfoy then, Harry?" he asked, looking around Harry as if to see if Draco was hiding. "He will be along shortly, I presume, headmaster." Harry explained politely.
Dumbledore POV:
Dumbledore was not fazed when he saw Harry in front of his office; he was expecting a complaint after he heard from Madame Pomfrey what the potion did to him. But he was not expecting this discussion to involve Draco Malfoy. When professor McGonagall suggested putting the two together, he expected fireworks, just not the type that he did get. He was almost sure that Draco was a Death Eater. Why wouldn't he want to go home? While Dumbledore debated this, Draco appeared, looking like a ghost. Harry took Draco and embraced him, paying no attention to the sceptical look from Dumbledore. Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly causing Harry to release Draco and give him a sheepish look. "Well then gentlemen. Shall we go inside and have some tea?" Dumbledore asked and opened the staircase with a quick "Bertie bots every flavour beans." And lead them up the stairs to his office and before they could refuse each had a cup of tea.
Draco POV:
"Well, you see, professor. I do not want to be a Death Eater." Draco explained, and to his horror saw Dumbledore's eyebrows pull up into his hairline in shock. Harry gave his hand a subtle squeeze that made his heart soar and continued: "Father sent word that I need to go to the manor for the weekend, and that you okayed it, sir." At this Harry was upset, and Draco knew he felt betrayed as well. (How dare he?) "Yes, Mr Malfoy. I apologize strongly, I assure you. I had no idea." At this Draco almost snorted "No wonder most Slytherin's go to Voldemort, if this is how prejudice you are to us." Instead he held his temper and kept his face clear. "I need help. Father is going to force me this weekend." He said. Harry's mouth dropped. "You can't go home then!" He shouted and Draco sighed. (I expected this) Draco thought.
Harry POV:
Harry didn't give up quickly and in the end he relented to letting Draco go, almost. "But you must keep the parchment with you at all times. Also, I will come to get you if you have to take the dark mark." To this Dumbledore refused: "No Harry. I will give him a portkey to get straight back to my office if anything goes wrong. We can't risk you getting hurt." Draco just looked between them, content to let them fight it out without his input. "And my cloak." Harry added. Draco shook his head: "No way Harry. I will NOT!" to this Harry and Dumbledore just looked at him incredulously. "I won't hide in my own home." He added to clarify. Draco's Malfoy mask was fixed in place. Harry felt thankful he had his cloak with him, because he insisted on going to Draco's room with him, under the pretence of helping him pack.
Harry was good at first, helping Draco pack and not really talking. That was until Draco bent to pick up a stray scarf, showing his hot ass. Harry didn't even think before moving to stand behind him, putting his hands around his waist, pulling him up and back against him. He felt his cock reacting to the feeling of Draco's ass against him. He turned Draco around, bringing their hips together and catching his mouth in a hot, needy kiss. When they broke off to breathe, Harry whispered against his throat: "Are you done packing yet?" Draco laughed and nodded. "Kiss me again." And Harry wasn't about to argue. The kiss deepened and Harry started backing Draco against the bed and undoing the buttons on his robes. Draco's hands were tangling in Harry's black locks. Then he expertly undid Harry's robes and the robes fell to the flour.
Before long, they were both naked on the bed, making out passionately. Harry was pressed on top of Draco. Then Draco got a fright as Harry started to place kisses all the way down his neck and chest. Taking his time to bite softly at Draco's left nipple, making the flesh hard before moving to the right. Draco let out a loud moan. Harry continued to move down and when he put his lips against Draco's cock, his hips jerked involuntarily and he moaned again. Harry just looked up and smirked. Harry's tongue traced every vain on Draco's cock, and Draco thrust his hips up, trying to make friction. "Harry, please." Draco's hand tightened in his hair as Harry's mouth closed around the head of his cock. Harry slowly swallowed Draco's cock down his throat and started bobbing his head up and down Draco's shaft. Harry wanked himself of while deep throating Draco's cock, fucking himself on Draco's length. Then Draco came with a scream of "Harry!" and Harry didn't take long to come himself. He swallowed Draco down like an expert and came back up to kiss Draco. Then he let Draco taste himself in Harry's mouth. They fell asleep cuddling and the next morning Draco wished again he didn't have to leave. They said their goodbyes and Draco left to catch a portkey from Dumbledore's office.
Draco POV:
When he got home, he knew something was wrong. There wasn't a house elf in sight. He walked into his father's library, and found both his parents talking in whispers. "…but he can protect him, Nicca." He heard before they noticed him and abruptly stopped talking. "Draco!" His mother said and hugged him. "Mother, why is the house so quiet?" Draco asked. "Oh don't worry about that, the house elves have errands in the garden." His mother replied, with her no-nonsense voice. "Let's have dinner." She added more cheerfully and led a stricken Draco to the dining hall. They ate in mostly silence and Draco wished Harry was with him. "So, I hear you are friends with Potter." His father asked, struggling to sound merely curious. Draco thought for a moment before replying: "I suppose in the grand scheme of things I thought it was childish to keep that up." To Draco's shock, his father nodded. "Do you want to be a Death Eater?" His father said and his mouth fell open and his mask slipped, revealing his true horror and revulsion.
"Your initiation is tomorrow. Stay the night and leave early tomorrow morning. We don't want this life for you either." His mother added softly. Draco knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Voldemort was in the manor as they spoke! He hoped for a miracle that Harry was still awake. My love?
Draco wrote. Draco? You okay? Draco sighed when he read his boyfriends untidy scrawl. Thank Merlin, your awake. I'm fine, I am just missing you. He lied, knowing that if he couldn't get out of the ceremony in time, he would never have the courage to defy the Dark Lord. I miss you too love. I hate sleeping without you. Draco laughed when the crowd inside his head went "Awwwww…" and wrote: So do I, wish you were here to relax me…" Draco fell asleep writing to Harry a while later.
Draco was woken a few hours later, his mother shaking him violently. "You should have left by now!" She screamed, yanking his covers of the bed. Draco stumbled out of bed, and got dressed. When he was fully awake he realised how much danger he could be in. He walked into the hall, trunk and all and came face to face with Voldemort. "Oh shit." Draco muttered just before his fingers closed around the portkey – "Avada…" he heard just before he felt the familiar swirling feeling in his navel as he was suddenly standing in Dumbledore's office, leaving only a green glowing light where he had been only seconds before. He left Dumbledore's deserted office and ran all the way to Harry's room. Silently climbing into bed with him and holding him, he thought he heard Harry whisper: "your safe" just before he fell back into a deep untroubled sleep.