Harry not mine.

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Sorry it's so short and I promise the next one will be more fulfilling if you know what I mean ;)

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Harry and Draco walked back to Hogwarts together exhausted. The Golden Boy had not let go of his blonde's hand the whole time, not that he didn't mind at all. Harry beamed at Draco as he led them both up the stairs toward their shared room.

"So am I forgiven?" Harry asked Draco with puppy eyes.

Draco laughed and said, "I'm expecting major grovelling from you. I demand massages, chocolates, flowers." The Slytherin counted off each finger as he said each want causing the larger of the two to grin.

"As you wish my prince." Harry mumbled nuzzling Draco's neck once in the safety of their room. The blonde took a deep, shaky breath in as his messy haired brunette started kissing and nibbling softly on his neck.

"Harry..." Draco said shakily. If it weren't for Harry's arms around the fragile teen, his knees would have collapsed on him. The Gryffindor started making his way up the top toward Draco's mouth. Said blonde whimpered in anticipation not caring about the smirk in return from his mate. At first the kiss was tender but then the softness was lost in the fierceness of their tongues battling for dominance. Draco's hand came up and roughly gripped either side of Harry's face. He stood on his tip toes and pressed his soft lips harder against the Gryffindor's warm ones. Harry groaned and slowly pushed Draco toward the bed. Both landed in a tangle of limbs, blood cursing through their bodies especially in the nether regions. They gripped each at each other, desperate for skin on skin. There was now urgency in their kisses and touches. As if both wanted to claim the other again, make their mark on each other again, make sure they knew who they belonged to.

Draco raked his hands down Harry's smooth, muscled chest. Said person groaned and started making marks on Draco's neck again. The blonde closed his eyes and whimpered. He gripped Harry's shoulders and gasped when he pictured Ashley in his head.

Harry would have done the same things to her...

Draco yelped and pushed at Harry, suddenly disgusted with himself, with Harry and with Ashley.

"Off...Harry get off!" Draco whispered but the words spoke in volumes to his mate. Harry leaned back in shock mixed with concern. He leant a hand out to rest on Draco's shoulder and was gutted when the blonde recoiled back.

"Draco? I'm sorry..." Harry looked into the silver eyes and saw hurt and grief. Harry reached out again and sighed in relief when his mate leaned in to him. The Gryffindor held tight onto his reason for being and stroked his silky platinum hair. Draco shuddered and leaned into Harry's bare chest relishing the warmth. The Slytherin heaved a shaky sigh and pulled back.

"Harry...I'm sorry but...I don't think I'm ready for that yet..." Draco looked down at his hands until his Gryffindor took them in his overly large ones.

"Draco look at me," Draco looked up and was surprised to see the warmth in them, "You have nothing to apologise for. I shouldn't have been...so...so...forward. I don't want you to feel rushed especially after..." Harry broke off and looked away guiltily. Draco just nodded and pulled Harry down next to him on the bed. The brunette reached for his shirt but Draco stopped him. Harry raised an eyebrow and smirked while his mate just blushed a beautiful blush and snuggled into Harry's chest, smelling his spicy and pine forest smell.

...

Harry left a note to Draco saying he had to go and speak to Hermione and Ron for a little while and that he will be back soon.

He lied. As much as he hated to, he did.

Harry Potter was in actual fact going to Diagon Alley to pay a visit to a woman called Rita Skeeter. The Boy Who Lived stormed past her young receptionist and barged into her office.

"Give them to me." He growled and glared daggers at the annoying woman. Skeeter just looked at The Golden Boy in shock and surprise.

"I don't know what you mean Mr Potter." She replied faking innocence and a smile.

"Yes you do and I want it." Harry stalked right up to her desk and leaned over her. She leaned back a little and her eyes flashed with fear.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said through gritted teeth. On the inside, Skeeter's mind was going a thousand miles an hour.

How did he find out? I thought I wouldn't be seen even with Potter's skills!

"Skeeter, give me those photos or else your job will be gone in a second." He fondled his wand in his back pocket.

"But Mr Potter it only proves my suspicions does it not?" She leaned back in her chair and clasped her hands together.

"Is it too much to ask for privacy Ms Skeeter?" Harry put his hands on her desk.

"Well, I'm afraid to tell you Mr Potter, it's too late now. It has already been sent for printing."

"Call the printing agency up and tell them to stop it."

"What?" Skeeter laughed. "Mr Potter, dear, that is not possible. That means no Prophet would be published today."

Harry sat down in one of Skeeter's chairs and leaned back with his hands behind his head.

"Hmm...Let us look at it this way Skeeter. Your job or one day no printing of The Prophet? Hmmm, hard decision." Harry then put his elbows on his knees and grinned at the woman. Skeeter gritted her teeth and glowered at the teenager.

"Stop the printing Skeeter." Harry said meeting her gaze. Skeeter called in her assistant, Randy.

"Darling Randy, I need you to contact the printing agency, tell them to stop printing immediately and to burn all the prints they have already published." Skeeter said tightly while looking at Harry. Said person just grinned at Randy causing him to blush.

"Excellent. Wise decision Skeeter." Harry said and stood up, "BUT I'm not finished."

Skeeter groaned, "Oh what now Potter!" She exclaimed.

"Give me every copy of the photos you took of me and Draco and I want you to swear by a secrecy spell that you will not reveal any information about me and Draco or this meeting here to anyone. Got it?"

She just nodded as she stood and went to get the wizard photos of Harry and Draco kissing and holding hands. Skeeter put them in an envelope and handed them to him along with the secrecy spell.

As Harry turned to leave Skeeter asked him what has been on her mind since he walked in.

"Mr Potter, how did you know?"

Harry turned and smirked at her.

"Ms Skeeter I did kill Voldemort. I picked up a few skills along the way." With that, The Boy Who Lived turned and left.

He watched as he set a fire spell to the photos. He watched the evidence of him and Draco burn. He tossed the ashes away into the breeze and practically ran back to Hogwarts. It was still early so no one awake par from his mate. He walked into his and Draco's room. The sight made Harry smile a brilliant smile that reached his ears.

Draco was snuggling Harry's pillow breathing in the scent of him while looking at the real thing, smiling softly. His cheeks were a rosy red and his hair was messy.

Harry walked over and kissed the blonde lovingly.

"Morning beautiful." The Gryffindor whispered.

"Hmm...Morning handsome."

"There will be no Prophet today." Harry mumbled against Draco's lips.

"Mmm and why is that my love?" Draco asked quietly still half asleep.

"Never you mind your pretty little head. Try and go back to sleep." Harry got back under the covers and wrapped his arms around Draco. Before he was even comfortable the Slytherin was already in a deep sleep.