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Harry woke up before he opened his eyes. He lay in the heat, feeling sweat slick his chest. He pushed the covers down to his waist, whining drowsily. The cold air refreshed him and he moved about, trying to find a cold spot. He rolled over.

And ended up on the floor.

Naked.

"What the fuck?" he swore, wide awake as he shot up on his feet. He roved his eyes over Draco who was taking up more than half the bed. A corner of the blanket strategically covered the pale man, but that didn't stop Harry from blushing furiously. Then Draco stirred, Harry's voice having woken him up. Harry jumped back into bed, dragging the blanket up to hide himself. Which left Draco without it. "Gah!" Harry yelped when he saw all of Draco. He ducked under the blanket and covered his eyes with his hands as an added precaution.

"Hmm?" Draco mumbled, trying to pull the sheets towards himself again while rolling away from Harry. Harry held tight. Draco tugged harder. Harry didn't let go. "It's cold," Draco grumbled groggily, scooting towards Harry. Harry pushed him away with his feet. Draco finally opened his eyes, yawning. All he saw was a figure hidden under the blankets and two feet pressed against his thigh. "Harry," Draco groaned. "Give me the blanket."

"Where are my clothes?" Harry asked in horror.

"I don't know," Draco said absently, sitting up and wrenching the sheets out of Harry's fists. Fists that were pressed against Harry's eyes. "What are you doing?" Draco laughed.

"You're naked!"

Draco draped the blanket over his lower half. "Not anymore," he offered, pulling Harry's hands down. Harry opened his eyes hesitantly. Draco noticed. "So," Draco murmured. "Last night was… a mistake?" he asked.

"Huh? Last night?" Harry asked.

Draco blinked at Harry, appearing troubled. "You don't even remember?" he asked quietly.

"Hard to forget," Harry muttered, his eyes dropping to Draco's chest and trailing down to the taut stomach. He shook himself out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" Draco asked, looking down to see what Harry was staring at.

Harry cleared his throat. "Nothing. I have to go," he said.

"Go where?"

"Home."

"Why?"

Harry frowned at Draco. "I live there," he answered glibly. He tried to crawl to the end of the bed while covering himself with the white sheet.

Draco wrapped an arm around Harry's waist and pulled him back towards the pillow. "Or… you could stay here?"

Harry rolled his eyes, pushing Draco's hands away. "Or I could go home," he retorted.

"Or you could stay here," Draco whispered, running his lips over Harry's ear. Harry's eyes fell shut as he shivered against Draco's breath. Draco dragged his hands over Harry, nearly swooning from the touch. "Guess what?" he asked.

"What?" Harry mumbled.

"You asked me to fuck you yesterday."

Harry froze, his mind running full force as he tried to place Draco's words into appropriate slots. "I what?" he asked, taken aback

"You don't remember that, do you?" Draco asked cheekily. "In fact," he added, playing nonchalant, "you begged me to take you, Potter."

"Y–you–you're–you're lying, right?"

"Hmm…"

"Fuck you," Harry said vehemently, pushing away from Draco and struggling out of bed, not caring about his unclothed body. He was going to grab his clothes and get out. If there was one thing he couldn't stand, it was Malfoy. He found their clothes on the floor and he sifted through them for his boxers.

"I didn't, you know…"

"You didn't what?" Harry snapped, stepping in his underwear and tugging it on as he toed through the heap for the rest of his clothes.

"Fuck you," Draco said, rolling onto his side and resting his head on his arm. "I didn't fuck you."

"Yeah, I noticed," Harry said sarcastically.

"So…"

"What, Malfoy?" Harry asked, breathing out in exhaustion.

"Offer still stands?"

The way Harry fumbled around to find a projectile was amusing to Draco, who was chuckling as he hid under the blankets. A shoe flew at him, striking the sheets and leaving a brown mark. "You can just fuck yourself," Harry growled, pulling on his shirt.

Draco counted to five before peeking out again. Harry was stepping into his pants, back turned to Draco. "I had fun… last night," he said, causing Harry to turn his head slightly.

"Glad one of us did," Harry huffed.

Draco swung his legs off of bed, wrapping the blanket around his waist before standing up. "What's wrong?" he asked, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I was just teasing."

Harry slapped Draco's hand away. "Where's my wand?" he asked, digging into his pockets.

"Um… I don't know," Draco said, searching the ground.

"Malfoy."

"I don't have it," Draco insisted.

Harry closed his eyes, keeping his anger in check. "How did I get here?" he asked, his voice shaking with exasperation.

"You just… showed up," Draco murmured. "I don't know. I don't even know how you got past the guards."

"Fuck," Harry swore, sitting down heavily. He pressed his hands to his forehead, keeping his head bowed. Last thing he remembered before being in bed with Draco was… drinking with Ron. How on Earth had he gone from Ron to Draco? Where was his wand? "Damn it!"

Draco cupped Harry's chin and forced him to look up. The biting comment at the tip of Harry's tongue was gone when he saw the look of utter disapproval in Draco. "Calm the hell down," he said, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on Harry's unresponsive lips. "Good morning," he added.

Harry just gave up at that moment. Fuck his façade. Fuck his morality. He wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and pressed a hand against the back of Draco's neck, pulling him back into bed. They fell into the messy sheets. "Morning," Harry murmured throatily, licking the lush lips.

"I like you better without clothes, Potter," Draco whispered back, smiling.

"I don't want to take them off again," Harry said, crawling on top of Draco and raining kisses against the high cheeks, strong nose and tapered chin. "I can't get enough of you, Malfoy."

Draco chuckled. "You can't stand me," he corrected, trying to steal kisses from Harry's lips whenever it passed his view. Harry's fingers were playing against Draco's chest, caressing and stroking.

"I can't stand you and I want you. Who said life was easy?" Harry snorted. "Can I?" he asked, brushing the back of his hand to Draco's neck.

Draco responded by tilting his head. Harry settled against Draco, gently rolling his tongue over a white patch of skin. Draco sighed, closing his eyes as he let the tension fall off of him. "You're so different from before, Harry," he said, sliding his hand under Harry's shirt and pressing his palm against the small of his back.

"No kidding," Harry muttered. "I couldn't even talk to you. You like me for my body. Admit it."

Draco laughed as he squeezed Harry close. "I like you for… more than that, I think," he explained.

Harry stilled, detaching his lips from Draco's neck that was now turning pink from the attention. He lifted his head to look down at Draco. "Well… way to ruin the mood," he said good-naturedly, smiling as he kissed Draco. "Tell me." He placed his hand against Draco's chest, half-draped over him.

Draco shrugged. "I guess… I mean, I've never… I had never seen you like that, you know? I thought you were broken. First time I saw you at the hospital, you wouldn't even acknowledge me. Just looked at me. You usually make a face when you look at me," he laughed.

"What face?" Harry asked, smirking.

"The I-wish-you'd-just-fuck-off-and-die face. Sometimes you give me the I-will-hex-you-six-ways-to-Sunday look too," Draco said cheekily. Harry laughed with him. "But not that day. That day, it was more of the I-really-don't-care-to-live look, you know? Nothing. Just blank. Bored. I didn't think you could be fixed. I thought it would be pointless."

"Then why did you try?" Harry asked.

"Not like I had a choice. They forced me."

Harry frowned. "They… forced you?" he asked, touching Draco's collarbone curiously.

"Why do you think I snapped at you?" Draco asked, his words dripping with sarcasm. Then he paused. "Wait… what do you remember, Harry?" he asked, looking down at the short raven hair that was tickling his chin.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"Do you remember me? In the hospital?"

"Oh…" Harry murmured, blushing. "I-um… I don't really remember much. I mean, it's like a-like a dream. A really long dream… You were-er… yeah, I guess I do remember you in them. Again, not sure if I was dreaming or if… it was real."

"What do you remember?" Draco asked.

"I don't know," Harry whispered, closing his eyes.

Draco glanced down at Harry. "Hmm… Don't want to talk about it?" he asked. Harry shook his head. Draco nodded in response. "That's okay," he reassured. "Anyway, they made it part of my parole duties. It was pretty pointless until I got angry with you. That seemed to get you out of your rut."

"Imagine that. All they needed to do was get angry at me," Harry said sarcastically.

"You told me what happened that night at the forest. Then I didn't see you for a few months after that. Didn't think you wanted to see me. You told me I didn't have to visit. So I–"

"You're just going on a personal guilt trip here, Malfoy," Harry said, stopping Draco before he could continue.

Draco sighed despondently. "Yeah, I know," he murmured. "Anyways, when I heard you were worse, I thought I should help again. I mean, you helped Mother, didn't you? So… things happened. And you… I don't know. You just… you got better. You didn't hate me. You didn't try to hit me or anything. You genuinely liked me. And I liked you back," Draco shrugged.

"You loved me back. That's weird."

"Whatever," Draco huffed.

"You love me because I'm nice to you?" Harry asked, picking his head up and looking at Draco.

"I don't know," Draco sighed. "I've just… I've spent so many months with you. You were the only other person I interacted with."

"You like taking care of me, then?" Harry asked.

Draco smiled faintly. "I guess," he murmured.

"I can take care of myself now," Harry noted, pressing a kiss on Draco's lips.

"Obviously not," Draco chuckled. "Seriously, though, where's your wand?"

"Not on me," Harry groaned, dropping his head against Draco's chest.

"So you apparated here wandlessly? You do that often?"

"Never," Harry said. "I should let Ron know where I am."

"Why? So he can kill me that much sooner?" Draco asked.

"Yes."

They smiled as they buried themselves under the covers. Draco drew patterns on Harry's back, occasionally dipping under the shirt to touch the warm skin. Harry kept his hands to himself, blinking at Draco's smooth chest. "This could work," he said, reassuring himself.

"Sure it could," Draco nodded.

"You love me. No big deal," Harry murmured.

"You love me too, remember?"

"I don't really remember, but sure…" Harry said. "I slept well."

"See?" Draco said, nuzzling Harry. "You should be with me. Besides, what makes you think I want to fuck you?"

"Oh, shut up," Harry groused, blushing. Then he blinked at the question. "Wait, what?" he asked.

"Nothing," Draco said with nonchalance, rolling away from Harry. "I'm going to go firecall–"

"What did you say?" Harry asked, sitting up.

"I'm going to firecall Weasley," Draco said, pulling on his pajamas and foregoing the shirt since he was sweating from the warmth. He padded out of the room.

Harry was left gaping. Then he snapped to his senses, stumbling out of bed. He ran after Draco, jerking his shirt straight. "Wait!" he said, catching a glimpse of Draco disappearing down the stairs. "Wait, you prick!"

"Don't call me names," Draco said without the usual bite, smiling as he heard Harry tripping down the steps. "And please don't fall to your death."

"What did you mean?" Harry asked, trying to stop Draco.

Draco pulled Harry down to the drawing room with him. "Like you said, I should let your precious friends know where you are," he said.

"You don't want to… have…" Harry paused. Then he tried again. "I mean, I thought you wanted to… or-you-um… You don't want to have… sex?"

Draco was kneeling in front of the fireplace by the time Harry had finished his sentence. Harry couldn't see the positively wicked look on Draco's face when the soft 'sex' was finally uttered. "How many personalities do you have, Potter?" he asked, snickering. He flicked his wand at the fireplace and started the fire going.

"I don't get you," Harry whined, kneeling beside Draco and trying to force him to pay attention.

Draco gave in, kissing Harry firmly. "I asked, what made you think I would want to fuck you," he said as he looked Harry in the eye.

Harry blinked at Draco, trying not to seem put out. Draco arched his brows. Harry started to frown, confused. Draco narrowed his eyes as he wondered how dense Harry really was. "Oh!" Harry exclaimed, clapping his hand to his mouth. "Damn it, Malfoy!"

"What?" Draco jibed. "I'm just saying." Before Harry could scowl murderously, Draco popped his head into the fire.

Harry couldn't hear anything but muffled sounds. He waited impatiently for Draco to finish, picking at the rug they were sitting on. Draco's blatant hint that Harry should top was slightly unnerving. Harry shuddered. Why on Earth would he be thinking about that? He wasn't going to sleep with Draco until he was well and ready. He let out a low growl of frustration. In fact, he wasn't ever going to sleep with Draco. That would solve everything.

Draco pulled out of the dancing green flames, shaking the soot out of his hair. "Okay. All taken care of. You left your wand at their place, apparently. I have no-mph!"

Harry had tackled Draco to the ground, kissing him desperately. Harry's hungry hands found purchase against the naked torso beneath him. Draco nearly bucked Harry off as his skin prickled uncomfortably. Harry pressed to the rough carpet, years of pent-up sexual aggression bursting out of him. It was only when Draco felt fingers sliding under the elastic of his pajamas that he put a stop to things. He shoved Harry off, holding him away.

"Yup," Draco said heavily, licking his lips. "That's enough for today." He got up unsteadily, staggering about as he tried to make his way out of the drawing room.

Harry lurched to his feet and closed the distance in two strides, wrapping one arm around Draco's waist and the other against his chest, pulling him flush. Draco could feel Harry's heart against his back and lips on his neck, slowly melting him. "Yum," Harry murmured, smiling.

Draco nearly fell to his knees as his stomach churned from anticipation. "Harry," he whispered, closing his eyes and leaning for support.

"If you keep that up, I'll have no choice but to ravish you right here and now…"

Draco shook his head breathlessly, shuddering when Harry's fingers started caressing him with excessive possessiveness. "You-you aren't… you aren't supposed to know how to do this," he said, his voice husky with tremors and desire.

"I read," Harry said without fanfare.

Draco laughed silently. "Give me your reading material, then," he said, slipping his fingers between Harry's.

"You were always perfect, Malfoy. How?"

Draco was mortified to find a blush creep up on his cheeks. Harry was gently swaying him, dancing to a silent song. "You, of all people, know I'm far from perfect," he said, too wrapped up in Harry's warmth to care how he sounded at that point.

"You are so beautiful," Harry breathed, kissing Draco's shoulder.

"Stop," Draco smiled abashedly.

Harry smiled with him, closing his eyes. He rested his cheek against Draco's shoulder blade. He hummed in contentment, sighing. "You've changed so much," he said. "Much… nicer." He tugged Draco onto the couch.

Draco finally looked up at Harry, uncertainty brewing in him. Harry was sitting cross-legged on the couch and pulling Draco onto his lap. Draco complied with ample hesitance, tucking his legs and wrapping an arm around Harry's neck. They shifted against each other, getting comfortable. Harry buried his face against Draco's neck and hugged him close. Draco pressed a kiss against Harry's hair. "Are you alright? You're acting… weird," he said, trying to get Harry to look at him.

Harry shrugged, keeping his face hidden away. "I don't know. Everything about this is weird," he murmured. "I'm just…"

Draco waited for Harry to finish, but didn't hear the end of that sentence. "You're just what?" he asked.

Harry mumbled, "Confused…"

"Okay," Draco said slowly. "Confused about what?"

Harry tightened his grip on Draco. "I-I don't really… know how to act. Around you," he said.

"Oh?"

"I mean, I've spent most my life hating you. Wanting you to die a painful death and all," Harry smiled vaguely. "And now, I'm just supposed to… sleep with you?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "So what you did just now was…"

Harry fidgeted under Draco, grimacing. "I was just… trying something out. Was it strange? I won't–" he gulped loudly, "I won't do it again."

Draco pursed his lips, wondering what Harry was talking about. "I… liked it," he said honestly. "So, you can do it again. Whenever you want. Just-what-what did you mean by you're supposed to sleep with me?"

Harry bit his lip as he thought his words through. He didn't want to offend Draco. He also didn't want to freak Draco out. But, at that moment, it seemed like Draco was the only one who would understand. He had put up with Harry for months of mental illness. "I don't know how to explain it," Harry said. "Sometimes, it's like… I'm not really here."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"Like, I'm not in my head, you know? Like, I don't know what I'm supposed to say or do or act," Harry muttered. "And it's… I don't like that."

"And what do you do when that happens?"

"I pretend. I… I act like I know what's going on," Harry confessed tiredly. "I don't know how else to do it." And now that he had started, he didn't want to finish. "I can't sleep because I-I'm scared I'll do something to myself. The Dreamless potions won't help. It's like I-I can't have a normal relationship anymore. I'm so scared all the time. And I try-" his voice broke, his head aching as tears pricked his eyes. He exhaled carefully, trying not to cry. "I try to be-I try to pull it all together. But some days I just-I can't. I'm so scared," he sobbed, breaking down.

Draco was speechless, partly because of the terror he was feeling and partly because Harry was so sad. No man should be this sad. Draco hugged Harry helplessly, trying to calm him down. "Shh, it's okay. It's okay," he said.

"I'm so-I'm so glad for you, Draco," Harry said breathlessly, pulling away from Draco's neck.

Draco groaned in sympathy, wishing he could do more than hug Harry. "I'll help you. I'll help you, okay? We'll figure it out," he said out of desperation. "I love you. So… so you don't have to be scared anymore."

"I know," Harry whispered hoarsely, nodding.

Draco kissed Harry's wet cheeks, tasting the salt from the tears. "And you can pretend to be anything you want with me, okay? We'll test it out and see," Draco continued. "You can be sad or happy or angry or…" he wiggled his brows, "seductive. Be whatever you want."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Draco said eagerly. "If there's anyone who can handle you, it's me. Obviously."

Harry attempted a miserable smile. "That's true," he said, sniffing.

"And if you feel like you're lost, find me," Draco said emphatically, pointing at himself. Harry nodded, tears dripping without haste. "If you feel scared, find me."

"I will," Harry promised, hugging Draco. "I love you so much."

Draco's heart soared as he heard those uninhibited words. "I love you more," he responded.

"I know," Harry chuckled brokenly.

"You're adorable," Draco mumbled, kissing Harry lovingly.

"Thanks," Harry said, swatting Draco over the head.

Draco leaned back, scanning Harry's expression. Harry quickly brushed away his tears, shaking his head to signal Draco into silence. Draco traced his finger against Harry's ear gently, studying the man. He moved hand towards Harry's hair, short and smooth. "Grow your hair out?" he asked. Harry focused on Draco, frowning in confusion. Draco shrugged with a half-smile. "I like you with longer hair," he murmured. "You look… endearing."

Harry laughed, his mood lightening considerably. "Okay," he said, running his hand over his head. "Just for you."

Draco slid his hand down Harry's cheek, cupping the stubbled chin. "Hmm," he murmured, brushing his nose against Harry's. "You do know that my mother is home, don't you?"

Draco was on the floor faster than he could blink. Harry's jaw was wide open and his arms were outstretched, having just pushed a man off of his lap. Draco scowled fiercely, massaging his sore head. Harry was horrified. "Oh, God! I forgot!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands to his mouth and whipping around at the doorway.

"That hurt," Draco muttered, displeased as he got up gingerly.

"I-I should-I should go," Harry stuttered, quickly getting on his feet.

"You aren't going anywhere," Draco said, shaking his head. "Let's have breakfast first." He clasped hands with Harry.

"It's embarrassing, Draco," Harry whispered, trying to stop.

"Whatever," Draco said, not taking no for an answer. "What do you want? Eggs? Toast? I might have some–"

"Draco, please," Harry begged piteously.

"I might have some cereal. Besides, Mother hasn't seen you in forever," Draco added, pushing the door to the kitchen open. He pulled Harry in before letting go. "Don't run away on me," he said. "Coffee?"

Harry had stuffed his hands into his pockets, shuffling on the spot anxiously. "I don't–"

"Coffee?" Draco asked threateningly.

"Um," Harry swallowed. Then he shook his head quickly.

"Harry," Draco glowered.

"I really don't want it," Harry said. "I'm not-I'm not allowed to have it."

"Oh?" Draco asked, making a pot nonetheless. "Because…"

"It's not… I mean, I'm on medication and all," Harry said, kicking the edge of the barstool he was standing beside.

Which brought Draco's attention to the chairs. "Sit," he demanded, motioning to the stool. Harry complied sluggishly, not wanting to do anything Draco told him to do. "So you aren't allowed coffee," Draco noted, "but you're allowed alcohol…" With the way Harry blushed, Draco knew Harry was at fault.

"It's really not my fault," Harry said. "I mean, everyone was-and they were trying to… I-I got into Falmouth Falcons," he finished, smiling sweetly.

"You just changed the subject!" Draco exclaimed, miffed. "Why were you drinking if you weren't supposed to?"

Harry slumped as his ruse failed. "They wanted a treat and I… I thought I'd join them. It was nothing," he mumbled, knowing that was definitely the wrong thing to say. He peeked at Draco under lowered lashes.

Draco was seething with anger, gripping his wand tight. "Do you realize… just how dangerous that is?" he asked, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, quelled.

"You apparated without a wand!" Draco nearly shouted.

"I'm sorry," Harry murmured.

"What if you got splinched? What then?" Draco asked, near hysteria.

"I won't drink ever again," Harry said as he looked up at Draco with his wide doe eyes. "I swear. I will never drink."

"Damn right, you won't," Draco spat out, enveloping Harry in a furious hug. "I won't let you."

"You can't order me around anymore, Malfoy," Harry grumbled.

"Shut up."

Harry pouted against Draco's chest. He noticed how it was still, quite conveniently, naked. He pressed an apologetic kiss atop Draco's heart. "Sorry," he whispered.

Draco softened instantaneously, calming himself down. Harry fitted Draco between his legs as he was still seated on the barstool. "Falmouth Falcons?" Draco asked as the words suddenly entered his mind. "Wait, what?" He stepped away from Harry.

"Hmm?" Harry asked, a distant smile on his lips.

"Falcons. You said something about the Falcons, Potter," Draco said rapidly.

"What about them?" Harry asked, reaching out and pulling Draco forward so they were close. Draco let out a frustrated growl, trying to break out of Harry's grip. Harry held on tight, smirking as he planted errant kisses on Draco.

"Stop!" Draco snapped. "Tell me!"

"No," Harry said.

"You tried out, didn't you?" Draco asked.

"No."

"You made it, didn't you?" Draco guessed correctly.

"No," Harry lied.

"That's why you were drinking, weren't you?"

"No."

"Potter!"

"Malfoy…"

"You're the new Seeker for the Falmouth Falcons, aren't you?" Draco asked.

"Does that… turn you on?" Harry asked, flicking his tongue against Draco's lips.

"Goddamnit!" Draco swore, wrenching out of Harry's arms forcefully, nearly upending Harry. "Not a good time."

Harry sighed, rubbing his face to get rid of his thoughts. "I don't know, Draco. I don't think I should accept the position," he said. "I mean, I'm not all that… capable. Up here, I mean," he pointed to his head.

Draco gaped at Harry. "You…" He let out a surprised laugh. "Oh my gosh! You are… you're the new-you're a Seeker, Harry! Oh my gosh!" His lips clashed with Harry's as he bent Harry back in an elaborate kiss. "That so turns me on!"

Harry smile in surprise, responding to the kiss. "Then maybe I should take them up on that offer," he mumbled, his words muffled against Draco's mouth.

"Fuck, I can't keep my hands off of you," Draco groaned, shamelessly pulling up Harry's shirt and pursing his lips around one erect nipple.

"Get off!" Harry gasped, trying to swat Draco away as he blushed.

"No," Draco said, rolling his tongue against the hard nub.

"Your mother," Harry moaned.

Draco paused, exhaling in frustration. "Damn," he muttered, letting go of Harry.

Harry quickly pulled down his shirt. The two men blinked at each for a second. "This isn't going to work, is it?" Harry asked.

"No," Draco breathed, jerking Harry into a wanton kiss.

Harry groaned in defeat, tangling his fingers into Draco's hair as he parted his mouth.