A/N: Here's the FULL chapter, with the lemon! :D Enjoy. Have fun reading. I think I've improved in my yaoi lemon writing, what do you think? Hehehe. :3

Chapter 11 Boggarts and Draco ... & a Lemon!

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As the Sorting ended, Harry still wasn't feeling well, and Draco was even more worried than he had been before. But the two stayed, long enough to hear Professor Dumbledore's speech, at least, which was just about to happen.

Dumbledore rose, and all heads turned to him. "Students and staff, welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" he exclaimed in greeting. "The caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is off limits to everyone. Now, I would like to welcome to you the newest member of our staff, who will be taking up the position of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Everyone, please welcome, Professor Remus Lupin!"

Everyone clapped, especially Harry and Kyle. Some people from Slytherin gave Harry an odd look, but he merely ignored them, happy that someone decent was finally taking over the subject. Umbridge had been a nightmare, and all his other professors weren't too friendly, either.

When the speech was fimished, they were ordered to their dormitories. Harry gave Kyle a wave as the brothers separated, but even Kyle saw the distressed mood his older brother was in, and frowned.

Draco guided Harry down to the Slytherin dorms, which were in the dungeons. Harry knew his way, but he was in a sort of daze at the moment, and Draco had a feeling if he didn't get him up himself he'd still be sitting at the Slytherin table.

When they reached the Common Room, everyone else was up in their respective dormitories. Sitting down on the couch, Draco pulled Harry close to him. Something was clearly wrong with him, he was worried, and wanted to know why.

"Harry...Harry, please tell me what's wrong." He couldn't recall ever seeing Harry so sad. It scared him.

Harry merely shook his head, resting it on Draco's shoulder. "Later," was all he said, but it sounded like he was trying to hold back tears.

Draco's frown deepened and held him closer. "It's okay, Har. It's gonna be okay."

Draco rubbed his cheek against the top of Harry's head, whispering soothing words as Harry let out soft sobs. Whatever was troubling Harry enough to make him cry, he was finally letting it out.

"Shh..." said Draco softly, running his hand through Harry's hair and glaring at a couple of First Years who had stumbled upon them, quickly running off to their respective dormitories.

When the crying stopped, Draco looked down and found him asleep. Smiling softly, he brushed a few strands of hair away from his eyes and manouvered them so that they were both laying on the couch comfortably, Harry in Draco's arms still. Eventually, Draco fell asleep himself, but never let go of Harry. While it may have been uncomfortable on a couch, they didn't seem to be.

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The next day, the first class was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry had a strange feeling of Deja vu as they walked there, because when class started, it was, unsurprisingly (at least to Harry) about Boggarts. Harry was sure that the Professor would let him turn a boggart funny this time.

As class went on, Harry felt much better than he did last night, though he was still sad over seeing that there was no Hermione at Hogwarts. She had been his best friend, after all. Ron was here, though he wasn't the same. But Harry betted that if he was in Gryffindor, the boy would have no problem in being his friend. Ron seemed to have taken a liking to Kyle, at least. Even though they had never been friends in this time, it still felt like he was being replaced.

When he was next in line, surprisingly the boggarts of his fellow classmates were pretty well the same as they had been in his third year, Lupin hadn't allowed him to do it this time, as well. He frowned. Voldemort was gone, and there was no Dementors to be afraid of. So what was the problem now?

Draco watched Harry curiously from his place behind him. He was obviously upset about something again. Draco found that he could read Harry like an open book now. It was easy to tell when he was troubled by something, even when he was letting on that he was.

Harry watched, amused, as Draco's boggart turned into a big spider, as Ron's had. He yelled "Riddikulus!" and though Harry couldn't see any sign of fear on the blond Slytherin's face, he could see him shaking like a leaf.

Class was soon over, and Harry left, clearly amused and feeling better. Draco, however, was pouting in Harry's direction.

"Who told you to be amused by my fears?" Draco asked, and Harry smiled innocently.

"No one. I can't control how I feel, Drac," said Harry with an innocent smile still plastered on his face, making Draco's pout deepen.

"No more being amused!"

Harry just laughed and shook his head, wrapping an arm around Draco's shoulders as the two set off for Double Potions with Snape and the Gryffindors, with Harry wondering how class with Snape would be like this time around.

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Class went by surprisingly fast. As a plus, he and Snape got along surprisingly well. The man didn't seem as cold as he had been in his time, though that didn't mean he was fair beyond any standards.

When classes ended for the day, Harry couldn't have been more happy. He wondered if by going back in time he had unpurposly changed the homework load for everyone, or at least, him. He had been assigned quite a lot of homework within the few short hours of class.

He sighed as he collapsed onto the couch of the surprisingly comfortable and warm Slytherin Common Room, Draco coming in behind him chuckling softly.

"I don't remember ever getting this much homework," Harry whined as Draco said next to him, rolling his gray eyes.

"Oh hush, Har," Draco said as his head went to rest on his shoulder. "We'll get through it together. I'll help you -study-." He whispered, his warm breath being felt on Harry's neck, making him shiver with delight.

"Mmm....D-Draco..."

"Be glad we're the only ones here," Draco murmured, kissing along Harry's neck. "I wouldn't want some innocent first years to see what I'm about to do to you."

Harry gasped when he felt a hand go up his shirt, gently teasing and tweaking his nipple.

"Oh...oh, Dracoooo..." he moaned out Draco's name as the other worked at getting his shirt off.

"Shush," Draco said softly. "You don't want Snape to hear us, do you?"

Harry immediately went silent, wrinkling his nose. "I'd rather not, thank you."

Draco chuckled softly and when he had successfully gotten Harry's shirt off, began kissing along his chest and stomach.

Harry's growing arousal could clearly be seen through his jeans within moments, making Draco smirk as he 'innocently' brushed his hand against it, making Harry gasp.

Capturing Harry's lips, he felt Harry's hands beginning to work on taking his own shirt off, and happily let him remove it, shivering whenever he felt Harry's hands run over his body.

While their tongues fought, Draco's eyes widened when he felt Harry's hand go down to the zipper of his jeans after successfully undoing the button. Pulling away, he looked down at him.

"Are you sure, Harry?" Draco asked softly. "Here?"

"I've never been more sure of anything before," Harry whispered before bringing Draco back into a passionate kiss.

When they were both naked and legs tangled up with each other, Harry slowly opened his eyes all the way and looked up at him, surprised to see Draco's eyes so wide.

"Drac?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Where did...you get all these scars?" Draco asked, making Harry's own eyes widen as he glanced down at his body, mentally cursing.

'It seems that scars really don't fade away,' he thought. 'I carried them with me, even through time.'

"I-I..." Harry said, at a loss for words as Draco's fingers gently traced along a healed scar.

"Is someone hurting you?" Draco's eyes narrowed as he stared down at Harry, who gulped inwardly.

"N-No, I...just...fell down the stairs," lied Harry. Draco didn't seem to buy it, either. "That's a-all."

"I know when you're lying to me, Har," Draco said softly as he gently kissed a scar. "Tell me."

"It's not important now," Harry said softly. "It's in the past."

'A very different past,' thought Harry.

"It doesn't matter now, does it?"

"Yes it does!" exclaimed Draco, surprising Harry. "I want you to tell me, because then I can-"

"Hush." Harry wrapped his arms around the stressed Draco and pulled him down into a kiss, before breaking it gently.

"I'll tell you later, alright?"

"Promise?" Draco asked, worriedly. Harry nodded.

"I promise."

Draco seemed satisfied by that, but held Harry close and was even more gentle than before with his actions, as if Harry was a fragile doll that would break any moment. While it was nice being so loved and cared for, he hated being treated as if he would break any moment.

Harry's thoughts were quickly banished when he felt a warmth envelop him. Letting out a loud moan that he couldn't hold in, he looked down and saw Draco taking him in his mouth.

"Oh..." Harry moaned, making Draco inwardly smirk, and did his best to pleasure Harry until he climaxed.

When Harry had his first climax, the feeling was overwhelming. Draco silenced his loud moans with a kiss after his climax, allowing Harry to taste himself.

When the two parted, Harry collapsed back onto the couch, panting heavily, with Draco laying ontop of him.

"Ready, Har?" Draco asked, looking down at him. He nodded, and Draco offered Harry three of his fingers, who took them into his mouth and sucked on them greedily, once in a while making Draco moan.

Feeling that his fingers were wet enough, he reluctantly moved them from Harry's mouth and leaned down to Harry's entrance, gently sliding the first saliva covered finger inside.

Harry winced. It was the first time something had been inside there, so it felt uncomfortable. Draco noticed this, though Harry didn't tell him to stop, and assuming he would if he was in too much pain, continued, stretching him gently, preparing him.

After all three fingers were inside of him, Harry moaned and contracted his muscles around Draco's fingers, making the blond groan and wonder what that would feel like around his cock.

Removing his fingers after he felt Harry was stretched enough, he positioned himself at the other's entrance and looked down at him.

"Are you absolutely sure, Harry? There's no turning back after this," Draco said softly, leaning down to give him a gentle kiss.

All Harry did was nod. "Yes. I'm very sure, Drac. Come inside me."

When Harry felt something much larger than three fingers enter him, he winced. It was more painful than he thought, but nothing he couldn't handle.

"Do you want me to stop, Harry?" asked Draco worriedly when he saw him wince again. Harry shook his head.

"N-No, I'll be fine," he needed Draco inside him, and he couldn't take it if the other pulled out so soon.

He nodded, and slowly moved in all the way, allowing the other to adjust to his size, who, for a sixteen year old boy, was surprisingly big.

"Y-You can move now," said Harry after a while. Draco began a slow pace of thrusting, and Harry found himself enjoying it more than he thought.

Whimpering when Draco pulled almost all the way out teasingly slow and thrust back in all the way in one thrust, he looked up at the blond.

"Stop teasing me!"

Draco chuckled. "That's what you get for making fun of my fears, love."

Harry flushed when he called him that, making Draco raise a perfect blond eyebrow.

"You're not blushing because we're currently having sex, but because I called you 'love'?"

"S-Shut up!" Harry's blush darkened, and Draco chuckled softly as he kissed Harry again.

When Harry felt something warm enter him, and Draco let out a loud moan, he knew the blond had climaxed inside him. He moaned loudly, contracting his muscles around Draco's cock before having his own second release.

Both panting heavily, sweaty bodies laying against each other, wrapped in each other's arms, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy fell asleep, very happy.

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When Harry woke up the next day, he groaned finding himself, completely naked, covered by only a blanket, and in Draco Malfoy's arms.

His face flushed as he watched the blond sleep, remembering what had transpired last night. And in the Common Room no less! He knew Draco was sneaky, but this was unbelievable, even for him.

Not to say that he wasn't happy they hadn't done it. He was incredibly happy. Despite only being in this time period for a short time, his feelings for Draco had greatened considerably. He was quite sure he was very much in love with the blond, though he couldn't be completely sure, as he never felt true love for another before.

They had classes today, so he knew that students would be down within moments, and Harry was very sure that he did not want to be seen like this.

"Drac...Drac, wake up," Harry murmured, shaking Draco gently. Said boy groaned, slowly opening his eyes.

"Whuttimeishit?" Draco said sleepily, and Harry couldn't help but smile, watching him rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Almost 8 o'clock. Do you want the students to see us like this?"

Draco blinked his hazy eyes for a few moments up at Harry, before realizing they were both naked and flushed furiously, immediately starting to get ready.

A/N: Mwaha! I outdid myself, I think. :3 Probably the longest chapter for a fic I've ever written. I've a question for you all before I leave. Actually, two:

- Do you want Harry to get pregnant?

- What should it be? A boy, girl, twins, etc.?

^_^ I just love being evil, mwaha. At least in the fantasy realm, haha. REVIEW!