Title: Embracing Chaos

Author: Me!

Disclaimer: Is this even necessary at this point?

A/N: I promised that was the last chapter with solely plot development and I intend to keep that promise. Mind you, this is my first attempt to write a multi chaptered slash fic, so I might get some things wrong. Please keep all criticisms constructive as I am always open to suggestions. And now, on with the show!

Chapter 13

ONE

Severus led Draco through the fortress of Harry's mind, silently in awe of how structured it was. Obviously Harry had somehow managed to learn Occlumency on his own, and was now very proficient at it. He mentally applauded his mentee at the shape his mind had taken. If the Dark Lord ever managed to penetrate Harry's mind, he would be lost instantly without the guide. It was almost a foolproof plan.

He found the memory they were seeking and attentively watched it. Gaia was beautiful in the way only perfect women were. She was marvelous and he was looking forward to the personal conversation he would be having with her soon. He gasped, and felt rather than heard Draco's similar reaction, when he saw the earth's core. He could feel Harry's outrage at Voldemort's audacity and his own ire mimicked it. And when he heard about the Horcruxes, his stomach plummeted. This provided a roadblock that neither he nor the Headmaster were prepared for. All this meant was that the war was going to go on for a bit longer than either of them had hoped for.

When the memory concluded, he grabbed Draco's hand and pulled them from the recesses of Harry's mind. Said Gryffindor was now sitting on the couch, waiting for them to return.

Before either of them could speak, Harry held up a hand and stopped them. "I think you should go to Dumbledore, Severus. He needs to know about the Horcruxes. That is our primary focus."

Severus nodded. Even he could see that Harry made sense in this situation. "Well then, consider this day over. It is almost curfew anyway. I bid the both of you good night." He waited until they took the hint to leave the room, and then grabbed his cloak and headed to the Headmaster's office. It appeared it was going to be a long night for the poor Potion's Master.

TWO

Harry and Draco stood outside of Severus' room in awkward silence. "I guess you could come back to my room, Draco. If you want to talk, I mean," Harry offered.

Draco smiled slightly at the awkward Gryffindor before nodding. "I'd like that."

They walked in silence over to Harry's room and flopped on the couch in his sitting room. The silence soon became oppressive as they sought for things to talk about. They went over the basics when they talked about favorite color and animals, but neither were any closer to knowing anything about the other.

Draco broke the silence. "I don't know you, Harry, and I've always wanted to. I know minor things about you, but I need to know you. Help me, please."

Harry nodded. "I'm okay with answering any question you have, but I don't really know where to start."

Draco took a deep breath. This was probably the worst question he could possibly ask, but he felt that if Harry could answer this, any question after it would be easy. "Tell me what you know about Lily and James," he said in one breath.

Harry's face fell. "Why them?"

"They're my in-laws, whether I get to meet them or not. I'd like to know all I can about the people who made you."

Harry smiled. In all honesty, it was a reasonable request and he saw no reason to deny his mate. "Wait here," he said, before walking into his bedroom. Draco could hear the sounds of things be thrown around, so he guessed that Harry was looking for something. Harry reappeared a few moments later carrying a batter book. "This is all I have of my parents." He opened it and pointed to a picture of a dark haired boy with an angular face and laughing hazel eyes.

"This is James Potter. He was an amazing prankster, the most Gryffindorest Gryffindor you'll ever meet, and a fierce fighter."

Draco gasped at the uncanny resemblance between Harry and his father. Harry was the spitting image of James at this age. They even had the same crooked grin. "Looks like he would have been fun to be around."

"I'm told he was. If you could stomach all the pranks he pulled with his friends." He then turned the page and pointed to a redheaded woman with brilliant green eyes, the same shade Harry's used to be.

"This is Lily nee Evans Potter. And she was my mother. She was brilliant at Potions, a loyal friend, and had a bit of a temper. Dad called her his little lion, I'm told."

"She was beautiful," Draco murmured.

"I know. That's how everyone knew who my mother was, even if they didn't know the legend of the Boy-Who-Lived. I look like James, but I have Lily's eyes. Or rather, I did," he murmured sadly.

Draco couldn't commiserate. He had no idea Harry missed the token emerald eyes. Now it all made sense. If he ever wanted to be reminded of his parents, all he had to do was look in the mirror. Now, all he saw was James. It was probably very painful for him. Trying to make his mate feel better, he put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "You don't need your eyes to know Lily's with you. You're a fierce little lion, yourself. I should know," he added, his tone self deprecating. "I've been on the receiving end of that temper often enough if I ever threatened Weasel or Granger. You're more like her than you know, probably, and you just needed someone to point that out to you."

Harry nodded, the ends of his mouth picking up in that crooked smile Draco had come to associate with the Gryffindor. "This is them together, right after he convinced her to date him. Took him six years to work up the courage to ask her out. They were together ever since."

Draco smiled at the besotted expression on James' face every time he looked at Lily. He could almost imagine that expression on his face every time he looked at Harry, and although the thought still scared him, he wasn't as opposed to it as he was in the beginning.

Harry then showed him a picture of four ruffians. Draco instantly recognized James and Sirius in the photo. "This is the Marauders," Harry explained, "and they were the worst thing to happen the Hogwarts. These four caused every teacher here and even a few choice students constant hell with their never ending pranks and schemes to sneak out of Hogwarts. They were my dad's best friends and save one, my godfathers. Mum and Dad made Sirius my godfather and Remus my surrogate godfather."

"What about that one?" Draco asked, pointing to the last person in the picture. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about this person gave him a weird vibe.

Harry pointed to each of them and gave Draco his nicknames. "Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail."

Draco gasped. "Wormtail? As in the Death Eater?"

Harry nodded gravely. "He betrayed my parents to Voldemort. He was their Secret Keeper, and he is the reason I'm an orphan. I had a chance to kill him, to pay him back, to avenge their deaths, and I didn't. I'm so weak," he finished lamely.

"You're not weak. Any weak person would have given in and killed him. It took incredible strength to let him live. And you did that. You're more noble than you give yourself credit for."

Harry smiled weakly. "I guess. So yeah, that was my mum and my dad. And they were pretty awesome people."

Draco laughed. "I noticed. And you got the best of both of them."

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so," Draco responded confidently.

"Thanks. That means a lot to me," Harry murmured. He had no idea the Slytherin could be so nice, and so gentle when he needed it. It was simply shocking. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm a bit drained. I think I might crash soon, but can we continue our conversation in the room? I'd like to lie down."

Draco saw no reason not to acquiesce to Harry's request. "Sure."

They both stood and walked over to bedroom, Draco leading the way for both of them. However, he froze when he reached the large four-poster. Draco had no idea how he was supposed to act in that situation. Was he supposed to jump on the bed and wait for Harry to join him or should he wait for Harry to sit first and then join him?

He turned around to ask Harry, but the words died on his lips. The brunet looked so horribly endearing, his red eyes sparking and his unruly black hair sticking up in every direction. Harry's eyes were in constant motion, flicking down to his lips and then back up to his eyes. It took Draco several seconds to trace the movement, but once he did, he realized what it meant. That look told Draco that Harry wanted very much to kiss him, and he was obviously trying very hard to hold back.

The Slytherin smirked, before wetting his bottom lip. The sharp intake of breath was all the confirmation he needed. Yes, Harry wanted to kiss him, and if he was perfectly honest with himself, he wanted to kiss Harry just as badly. Throwing caution to the wind, he decided to give in to his baser desires. "Harry," he whispered.

Harry blinked and his head jerked up sharply. "Yeah, Malfoy?" obviously not registering Draco's use of his first name.

"Kiss me?" he asked hopefully.

Harry recoiled as if slapped, and for a brief second Draco wondered if he was mistaken when he read Harry's intentions, before he found himself with an armful of hungry Gryffindor. Their lips met and it was rough and it was soft and it was brutal and it was tender and it was... sheer perfection. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth and found it filled with Harry's tongue. He licked and nibbled on the invading tongue, receiving Harry's answering moan, before breaking the kiss and turning his attention to the pale neck that was torturing him the entire conversation.

That neck was meant to be bitten and suckled and every other rotten thing he could think of, and Draco decided it was high time he showed that inviting neck who was in charge. Taking a step forward, he waited for Harry to take a step backward, and repeated the motion until they were in front of Harry's bed. A small push was all it took before Harry was underneath him. Holding the Gryffindor's arms captive over his head with one hand, he leaned in, inhaling Harry's spicy scent of cinnamon and of sandalwood and of sheer man before licking the tender skin in front of him. Harry's taste exploded on his tongue, and it was everything he could ever have hoped for. He tasted clean and sweet and oh so right, and at that moment, all he wanted to do was bury himself in the body underneath him.

Harry was writhing under Draco's ministrations, and soon found himself raking his hands up and down the blond's back. The teasing licks interspersed with sharp bites and soothing kisses were soon driving him mad. Someone in the room was moaning wantonly, and it took several minutes for him to realize that he was the one making those pitiful sounds. But he couldn't help it, and at that moment, he couldn't of cared less. All he wanted were those hands on another part of him, a part that was quickly become hard and heavy. He lifted his hips experimentally, hoping it would signal Draco that he wanted something else. A light slap on the leg and a chuckle was all he got for his efforts.

It was that slap the brought him back to his senses. He wasn't the submissive in this relationship! How in Merlin's name did their roles get so reversed? He stilled completely, hoping Draco would notice his lack of participation in their current activity.

The blond did not disappoint. He stopped moving entirely, afraid he had offended Harry in some way. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

Harry laughed. "Don't you see something wrong with this whole situation?"

Draco blanched. He didn't he did anything especially heinous, so he just shook his head in confusion.

Harry shook his head, a chiding expression on his face, and in one smooth movement, rolled over so that their positions were reversed. "You're a pushy little bottom. You do realize that's what you are, right? A bottom? I'll be the one on top, and if you ever do find yourself in that position, it'll be because you're riding my cock."

Draco's cheeks flushed instantly. "I'm not your cock slut, Potter," he growled.

Harry dipped his head into Draco's neck and licked him from his adam's apple to his ear, delighting in the shudder he pulled from the blond underneath him. He was right. Draco's pale skin was magnificent on his blood red sheets. "Not yet, but you will be" he murmured into his ear before grounding his hips into Draco's.

They both gasped at the sensation, loving the sparks that flew between them when their erections met. Even through the layers of clothing between them, they could feel the magic sparking and swirling around them. For Draco, nothing was a stronger aphrodisiac than power, and apparently Harry had it in spades. And for Harry, the magic seemed to be centered on his cock, and the fullness and pressure in his balls was driving him mad.

He set the pace for the two of them. Holding Draco's hips down, he slowly and sensuously ground his erection against the blond's, never speeding up, never deepening the pressure. It was enough to turn them on, but not enough to get them off. In essence, it was sheer madness, but Harry was reveling in the power he had over the blond underneath him, and he found he could stay in that position forever if he got to see the emotions flutter across Draco's face.

"Beautiful," he whispered into Draco's ear before licking the sensitive lobe. Draco moaned loudly, and that sound undoing. He pressed harder, snapped his hips back faster, completely losing control of the dance between them. All that mattered was completion, and from the way Draco was moaning and squirming underneath him, it wasn't to far off.

Draco felt his orgasm rushing towards him, but he wanted Harry to come at the same he did. He didn't understand why it was so important to him, but it was. He needed Harry to reach his climax when he did. Pulling the brunet's head down, he kissed him with every fiber of his being, licking, nipping and sucking every inch of Harry's lips.

That was all it took. One more vicious thrust later and they were both emptying themselves into their jeans. With the come cooling in their pants, the passion quickly receded.

Harry had a slight smile on his face as he pulled himself away from Draco and went off in search of his wand to clean the mess up. Draco was lying on the bed, the very picture of decadence, if not for the surly expression on his face. Seeing this only made Harry laugh even harder. "You wouldn't be in this situation if you weren't such a pushy little bottom," he called over his shoulder.

Draco growled. "Stop calling me that!"

"I will not. Not until you get it into your head. Bottoms do not top. Ergo, you need to learn your place. And that is underneath me, begging me to fuck you."

Draco smirked. "I'll never beg."

"Like I said earlier, you will." He tossed Draco's wand over to him. "Now clean yourself up. You're welcome to stay the night if you want," he said before disappearing into the bathroom.

Draco sat on the bed after casting a few necessary cleaning charms. Their relationship became physical a lot earlier than they had expected, but he found that he didn't mind all that much. They were getting to know each other slowly, and tomorrow, he would tell Harry his secrets. He tossed his shirt over his head and shimmied out of his jeans before setting under the covers in his boxers.

A few moments later, Harry came out of the bathroom and flopped on the bed next to Draco. He kissed the blond on the nose before pecking him on the lips. "Good night, Draco," he murmured softly.

Draco smiled before replying. "I think I could fall in love with you, Harry James Potter. And I'm not afraid," he said defiantly.

Harry smirked. "Me too, Draco."

"You're falling in love with yourself?" Draco asked playfully.

"No, you prat. I mean I could fall in love with you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy."

"I thought so. Good night, Harry," he said before slinging an arm around the Gryffindor's waist and burying his face in Harry's neck. A few moments later, the two were fast asleep.