"Everyone sit down and shut up, turn to page 349 in your text book and start copying down the text." Snape's harsh voice echoed through the corridor as the students scrambled into the classroom being as silent as possible so they wouldn't anger the professor further.

Hermione ran over to Harry who was still clearly in shock, he was slumped against the wall staring blankly in front of him. "Harry are you ok?" She gripped his biceps and shook him gently. When he didn't respond she gave Ron a worried glance before waving her hand in front of Harry's face. "Harry?"

Harry blinked his eyes repeatedly for a moment before looking at Hermione, his expression not changing. His eyes were wide and glistening with unshed tears, his mouth was set in a grim line and his glasses were sitting at an angle. "I'm ok." He managed to choke through a hoarse voice.

"You three better hurry up and get in here now before I take 50 points from Gryffindor." Snape called from the classroom.

Ron quickly went inside without looking at Harry, Hermione who was still holding onto Harry lead him into the classroom before reluctantly letting go and heading over to sit beside Ron with a sad look on her face. Harry swallowed the large lump in his throat and sat down at his seat at the front of the class, he felt his chest ache when he saw the empty seat beside him and wanted nothing more than to get up and run after Draco, but he couldn't. Sombrely he took his text book from his bag and began to scribble down the text with his quill. He couldn't concentrate on his work; all he could think about was the older boy. Draco, the boy who he loved, the boy who was so fucked up, the boy who he had hit and yet he didn't hit him back. He couldn't believe he had hit him, he didn't mean to, it just happened he had just lost it and saw red, he had enough of the older boy's cruel words and he just lashed out. Why didn't Draco hit him? He couldn't believe the other boy had turned away and he was even more surprised at his classmates, disgusted with them in fact. Narrowing his eyes he took a quick scan around the class and couldn't believe that all of them had been so sick and vial as to call Draco those horrific names, for them to berate him like that he just couldn't understand how people could be so cruel. The thing that annoyed him the most was the fact that the class didn't even know if Draco really was gay, sure Pansy had shouted it but that didn't mean anything and he was sure that the class just called him gay because he ran away from a fight but he knew that Draco wouldn't see it like that, he was sure that Draco was convinced they all knew his secret.

Glancing around the class he locked eyes with Ron, his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed and he couldn't help the ugly scowl that took over his face as he looked at his apparent best friend. This was all his fault. He should never have went to Draco the way he did, he never should have told the older boy he knew, he never should have threatened Draco and he never should have told Draco to stay away from him. Shaking his head bitterly he turned away unable to look at Ron any longer, staring down at his page he had to fight the urge to burst into tears as he felt hot tears prick at his eyes. Everything was fucked, it was ruined and there was nothing he could do about it now. He knew that they were over and there was no way to fix it, Draco would never want to be with him again and he was sure that Draco would leave the school because of this. The older boy couldn't live with people calling him gay even though they didn't know the truth, he was sure the other boy had already called his father and was probably in the middle of packing his bags to get out of this place. Pain struck his chest and stomach as he lingered on that thought.

What if Draco was going to leave? That would mean that he wouldn't see the other boy again, he would go looking for him but he wouldn't be there and he couldn't deal with that, he had to see the Slytherin. He had to find him and tell him that he loved him and how sorry he was for everything that had happened and that he couldn't lose him, not over something as pathetic as this he loved him too much. If only Draco had punched him back and then the class wouldn't have said those horrible things and the two would be able to talk about it afterwards and make everything better, but Draco, the boy didn't hit him, he couldn't hit him and Harry saw that in those grey eyes, Draco cared too much for him to hit him. He didn't know if Draco loved him but he knew he cared and that counted for something. He was not going to let this be the end, he couldn't let this be the end, he was going to make Draco take him back.

"Class dismissed." Snape's voice pulled Harry from his thoughts and forced him back into grim reality. The class quickly packed their bags and headed out the door in silence, once out they quickly chatted amongst themselves about the exciting events that happened. Harry slowly began to pack his bags. "Potter stay where you are." Snape stood from his desk and stared darkly at Ron and Hermione; the two got the hint and quickly left the room.

"Professor I'm in a rush." Harry stated as he stood up.

"Sit!" Snape snarled as he slammed his flat palms on the desk causing Harry to jump and fall back into his seat. "What happened with Malfoy?"

Harry had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. "We had a fight." Harry shrugged obviously not wanting to talk about it.

Snape raised a slightly amused eyebrow. "That much is obvious Potter." He stood up straight and ran his index finger over his slim lips. "You do know Hogwarts has rules about physical violence."

"It won't happen again sir." Harry stared down at his knotted hands.

"I know it won't." Snape continued to stare down, his greasy hair covering his cold eyes. "You two will no longer sit beside each other."

Harry's head shot up and his eyes wide with disbelief. "But…" He stopped himself; he and Draco were meant to be enemies and he had to act like he hated him.

Snape smirked cruelly down at Harry. "You don't want to be moved? You like sitting beside him?"

"I didn't say that."

"Why were you fighting?" Snape's dark eyes burned a hole through Harry.

"We hate each other." Harry shrugged as he kept his eyes on the desk in front of him.

Snape shook his head slowly. "No you don't."

"Yes we do." Harry sounded more forceful than he had wanted.

"You are an awful liar Potter." Snape leant his hands on the desk again, his face mere inches away from Harry's.

Harry rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat, his arms folded over his chest as if he was a child having a temper tantrum. "Ok you tell me why we were fighting."

Snape grinned down at Harry, his slightly yellow teeth showing as he slowly stood up straight again. "I am not an idiot Potter." He folded his arms over his chest. "I know what is going on between you two."

Harry swiped his glasses from his face and threw his head into his hands, finally allowing all his pent up emotion to come bubbling out of him and he cried for everything. "My parents would be so ashamed of me." He sobbed.

The grin on Snape's face quickly faded and concern took over. Letting out an exasperated sigh he moved away from the crying boy and sat at his own desk. "Your mother was a wonderful woman Potter…" Snape mumbled as he stared down at his desk, painful memories of Lilly flooding his mind and he was quick to push them aside. "…She would have loved you no matter what."

Harry wiped his eyes and sniffed loudly, he was so angry with himself, he hated that he was sitting here crying like a baby, hated the fact that he was talking to Snape about it, hated the fact that he had hit the boy he loved, hated the fact that he was even gay and despised the fact that it was Draco Malfoy that he was in love with. "They would be so disappointed in me." He muttered as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand.

"She wouldn't care about any of this shit!" Snape shouted as he slammed his flat palms on the desk in front of him and bolting from his seat, it hurt him to hear someone talk about Lilly like this, she was so warm and loving and he knew that she would never care if Harry was gay. "Look both your parents would be proud of you and love you. Now go and find Malfoy before it's too late to fix this mess." Snape said in his softest possible voice before he sat back down and leaning his head against his closed fists.

"But professor…"

"Potter I won't tell anyone if that is what you are worried about. Now go." Snape growled through gritted teeth.

Harry didn't need to be told twice he stood up in a flash and walked briskly out the door, entering the corridor he ran his hand through his hair as he tried to think of where Draco would have gone. He knew the older boy wouldn't have gone back to his common room because all the Slytherins would be there and he would surely be mocked. The castle was so big he could be anywhere and Harry knew he didn't have time to run and search every inch of the school.

"Harry?" The voice of Ron Weasley made Harry swirl around and stare darkly at his so called best friend.

"I have nothing to say to you. You couldn't keep your fucking big nose out of my business and now look at what you've done." Harry snarled as he fought the urge to grab his wand and jinx Ron.

"I know and I'm sorry, look I just came to tell you I saw Malfoy go to the Room of requirement." With that said Ron turned around and walked in the opposite direction, he knew that he was the last person Harry wanted to see.

Harry eyed Ron as he walked down the corridor, letting out a long and tiresome sigh he turned on his heels and stormed away, he had to find Draco and apologise, he had to tell him how much he loved him and that he couldn't lose him. He continued to walk and avoided eye contact with anyone who he walked past, he could hear people whispering and he felt his chest tighten as he realised that the whole school knew by now what had happened and no doubt they were all saying cruel and horrible things about Draco. He couldn't believe that Snape knew, how long did the professor know? Did he over hear them today? Or had he known that day he caught Draco trying to sneak out? Harry couldn't figure out how long Snape had known but the thought frightened him, they hadn't been careful enough and now they would have to make sure that no one would ever find out. What shocked him the most was how understanding and nice Snape was about it, he had always been cruel and mean to Harry but today he had shown him nothing but support, he really couldn't understand what went through the Professors head.

Harry quickly found the Room of Requirement and he stood for just a moment before a solitary wooden door appeared before him, taking a deep breath he opened the door and stepped in and the door vanished behind him immediately. He saw a sight that made his heart break in two, there was a huge four poster bed and sitting with his back against the headboard, his knees drawled up to his chest, his arms draped over his knees and his head hiding in his arms was Draco. His blonde hair hanging over his face and his body shook and heaved with dry sobs; he had obviously cried himself dry. Harry hated seeing him like this, so sad, so scared, so alone and so vulnerable. Taking a step he coughed a little to announce his presence.

Draco practically jumped out of his skin and nearly fell onto the floor. His head snapping up to see who the hell had disturbed him, he did not look good. His skin was so pale he was white, his eyes were bloodshot, his lip was cut and bleeding, his cheeks were tear stained and he had a couple of bruises around his eyes and nose, he had obviously hit himself. He quickly looked away and wiped his eyes viciously, he couldn't let anyone see him like this, especially not Harry. The younger boy licked his dry lips before silently moving towards the bed, awkwardly he sat down on the edge and stared at the ground in front of him, he didn't know what to say all he knew was that he wanted to be with the older boy. Draco now had his legs out stretched, his arms folded over his chest and his back slumped against the headboard, he was basically lying down. Harry lifted his hand and placed it on Draco's knee and to his delight he heard Draco's breath hitch at the contact, slowly he moved it in a circular motion, caressing gently as he looked at Draco's pain filled face. Harry knew what he had to do.

Within seconds Harry was lying on top of Draco, his hands pinning the older boy's arms beneath him so he was totally at the Gryffindor's mercy. Harry forced his mouth onto Draco's, the older boy moaned in protest as he lip was still sore from earlier but the moans of protest soon turned into moans of pleasure as his mouth was ravaged by Harry's skilled tongue, the younger boy forcing his tongue into Draco's all too willing mouth, totally dominating him as he explored every inch of his delicious mouth, his teeth, his gums, his tongue, his throat; it was all so perfect. Draco fought against Harry's hands, trying desperately to touch the other boy but he wasn't strong enough and to his dismay Harry easily held him down as he continued to kiss, suck and nip at his swollen lips.

"I need you." Harry groaned against Draco's bleeding lips, running his tongue along them he lapped up the red metallic liquid.

Draco moaned loudly, arching his back he bucked his hips and once again fought against Harry's strong grip. Harry smiled fondly before letting go and jumping to his feet, within a second he and Draco were both naked, both looking in awe at each other. Harry licked his lips before pouncing on the bed and once again ravaging Draco's mouth with his own, Draco now had his hands free and he was quick to grab hold of Harry's dark hair and pull him closer as their kiss intensified, his long fingers grabbing, caressing, groping and feeling every inch of Harry's neck and back. Harry ran his hands along Draco's thighs, ass and groin as he kissed him roughly; all of their frustration was being released in this one glorious hot, heated moment of passion. Their positions were suddenly changed as Draco flipped Harry so he was now on top of the younger boy, his hands caressing and pulling at his groin.

"Draco Please…" Harry begged as he bucked his hips into Draco's skilled hands.

Draco sat back and looked down with loving eyes, sweat dripping down his forehead and landing on Harry's. "Tell me what you want."

Pulling Draco down by his hair he whispred in his ear. "Fuck me…"

Now that caught Draco off guard, sitting back he stared down with wide eyes and a concerned look on his face. Was Harry serious? His heart thumped so hard in his chest he felt as if it would jump out, his stomach was doing so many summersaults he felt as though he was about to faint. "Are you sure?" He managed to choke out as his throat was suddenly dry and itchy.

Harry didn't say anything he simply stared up with pleading green eyes, he needed this. Draco simply gave him a quick nod before leaning back down and kissing him softly, something appeared beside him and he had to fight the urge to laugh as he saw a bottle of lube sitting beside him, this room really did know what someone needed. Taking the lube he squeezed it onto his shaking hand and ran it over his fingers, looking back at Harry's eyes he got the reassurance he needed, placing his hand under Harry's knee he lifted it and played around the tight hole with his index finger. Harry screwed his eyes shut and tried desperately to control his breathing so that he wouldn't tense. Slowly Draco slipped the finger in and gave Harry time to adjust before he moved it around, entering another finger he began to scissor them slowly. Harry hissed and moaned beneath him as he felt the penetration; slowly he began to move his hips to meet Draco's fingers.

"Are you ready?" Draco whispered as he removed his fingers and poured a generous amount of lube onto his cock and positioned the head at the other boy's entrance.

"Yes." Harry replied honestly as he let his head fall back onto the bed as he prepared himself for the pain.

Draco pushed forward at an agonisingly slow pace, closing his eyes he allowed the tight heat to engulf him until he was fully in. Harry groaned and withered beneath him as he concentrated on his breathing, it didn't hurt as much as he was expecting but it still stung like a mother fucker as he felt himself being stretched, after what felt like an eternity he reached forward and pulled Draco down and kissed him passionately, silently giving him permission to move. Still kissing the other boy Draco slowly pulled out and slammed back in again causing Harry to cry into his mouth and nearly bite his tongue off, Draco moaned loudly at the sensation. The blonde haired boy continued to thrust painfully slow until he felt Harry respond, the younger boy becoming use to the pain and letting out moans of groans of pained pleasure he began to push back at the thrusts until the pace picked up and they were both frantic, Draco pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in ball deep causing Harry the wither and scratch Draco's back viciously, his blunt nails digging deep and causing huge red welts to appear.

"Fuck I'm going to come." Harry cried as Draco slammed his prostate so hard his body convulsed at the contact.

"Holy fuck…" Draco groaned loudly as he felt Harry tighten around him.

The two looked into each other's eyes and in that moment both cried out in ecstasy as they came together, Draco filling Harry and Harry shooting his hot semen all over his chest and Draco's stomach. Harry must have blanked out because when he opened his eyes Draco was no longer on top or inside of him, he was beside him and had his arm curled around his back and shoulders so that Harry was leaning on his chest.

The two lay in semi-awkward silence neither knowing what to say and Harry couldn't help but worry that this was the end for them.