Here's the update, as promised! Enjoy!

The shivers were still ricocheting themselves through Harry's body the next morning. It had been just so amazing, kissing Draco like that, touching him like that. Any thought of letting him go now was long gone. He lifted a pair of jeans from his drawer, one of his favorites, and moved towards his trunk which sat neatly on the bed.

On a whim he turned instead towards the full length mirror against the wall, pressing the jeans against himself. As he had thought, they were above his ankles, although just 2 months ago he'd been tripping over them. Harry sighed. He would miss those jeans. But the more serious matter was that he'd been growing at the rate of weed on crack. That was damn fast.

Harry threw the jeans into his ever-growing pile of clothes to be left behind. It was getting absolutely ridiculous now. He'd shot up another inch and a half, his entire face had defined itself even further. He could hardly recognize himself as 14 anymore. Sitting on the bed, he fingered a set of old quills that lay beside him.

He needed to go shopping, although at this point it seemed nearly pointless. Before he'd even managed to finish buying clothes he probably would leap up another 3 inches. His once loose shirt was tight across his chest now, and soft blond downy hairs had started showing themselves up all over it. If he waited too long no one would be able to tell the difference between his and Draco's age. A shiver of happiness shot up his spine as he thought that. If no one could tell the difference…what would stop them from being together?

Downstairs Draco had worn a hole into the mahogany floor from pacing. He had no idea what to do. It was getting impossible to resist Harry. Every move he made, every touch, every breath, was driving him up the wall with emotion. His thirst for Harry was becoming insatiable.

"I'm going out, Har. " he called up the stairs. "I'll be back soon, ok?"

"Don't forget its pasta night!" Harry called back down to him. "And I'm hungry!"

Draco sighed. He was going to have to go grocery shopping again. Harry had wiped him nearly clean out yesterday alone. "Sure." He said. "I can buy out the store if you'd like."

Harry came tumbling down the stairs, flung himself into Draco's arms. "I'll miss you." He said meaningfully, looking into Draco's eyes. Draco smiled shyly and looked away. Harry was up to his chin now, and so gorgeous his heart ached. "Sure thing." He said quickly, giving a tight smile. Resisting the urge to kiss Harry like his life depended on it, he hugged him instead, before grabbing his coat off the back of the chair and practically racing from the house, his heart galloping in his chest.

"I'm really sorry." Draco sank into one of the comfortable chairs of Ron's den. "I…I felt like I was going to die if I stayed in there a moment longer."

"It's ok." Ron said, over the voices of Hugo and Rose screaming and running around just outside the room. "I've always got time for you."

"Ronald Weasley, how do you expect me to manage the children on my own!" Hermione's shrill voice rang out through the hallway, sounding more than just a little annoyed. "I dunno!" Ron yelled back. "Take them to the park, let them blow off some steam, something!"

Hermione was silent. "Urghhh!" She screamed at last, which apparently was a yes because in a few more moments the house was quiet at last. "Ah, I love her." Ron said, propping himself up on against his arms. "She's just so…loving."

Draco smirked. "At least I'm not the only one with problems." He grinned. Ron, however, was serious again. "So what's up?" He said, looking at Draco intently.

"It's Harry." Draco said, feeling like a child being sent to the principal's office to confess. "I can't…stop myself from wanting to be with him." He said, looking down at Ron's carpeted floor. "I can't stop myself from kissing him…from touching him…from needing him."

Ron felt his face grow hot, but he kept up a serious demeanor. "As in…"Draco continued. "I literally can't keep myself away from him anymore."

"Sounds serious." Ron said, looking at Draco worriedly. Draco nodded. "I want to stop…but…oh god I don't want to ever stop."

Ron was quiet. "Do you think…"He said thoughtfully. "Do you think it's because you're missing Harry that you can't help yourself?"

Draco felt his lip begin to tremble on his own, and his face suddenly heated up. He wanted to sink into the chair and die. Even when Ron had come over to him and hugged him close the shaking wouldn't stop. The emptiness wouldn't end. Ron had hit the nail on the head, and it hurt like hell.

"…Maybe." He said softly, leaning against Ron's shoulder.

The house was quiet without Draco, and Harry was bored. After minutes of zoning on his pillow he sat up and stripped himself down, standing entirely naked in front of the mirror, inspecting his body curiously, which looked so different to him it was nearly unrecognizable. In the good way too.

Harry turned 360 degrees, ran his fingers through silky blond hair thoughtfully. It was getting rather messy at this point. 'Maybe I should have it cut.' He thought, pushing it away from his face. He decided against it, however. The closer he looked to his father, the better.

"Harry?" The voice though faint and distant, was far too familiar for Harry to ever miss. "Where are you? I knocked at the door for ages but no one came so I just let my self in."

Harry scampered around in search of his boxers, managing to find a pair and slip them up and over his slender hips before Phelias made his way up the stairs and to his door.

"There you are." Phelias said, smiling with relief. "I thought you might've been taking a nap or something." He fell silent, his eyes taking in the sight before them. "Harry?" He repeated, looking at him in an entirely new light. "You look…you look really different. Amazing different."

Harry blushed as Phelias stepped into his room, taking his coat and cap off in the process. "You've grown…a lot since I last saw you. You look…wow." He shook his head, still taking Harry's nearly naked body in. "I never knew you could get any more beautiful."

"Stop." Harry said softly, making room for Phelias beside him. "You're making me blush like crazy."

"I can see that." Phelias said, sitting beside Harry and looking at him wistfully. "Damn Harry." He reached out and shyly touched his chest. "Are you for real?"

Harry shivered unconsciously at the feather-light touch to his bare skin, and Phelias noticed immediately. "I've missed you like hell." He whispered, looking imploringly into Harry's eyes. "You wouldn't believe how much."

Harry felt a twinge of guilt, and more than a little turned on. He was his bedroom, alone in the house with another delectably hot male specimen. Ok fine, he wasn't 'only human', but even wizards felt the naughty urges of lust. Phelias smiled up at him, reading his mind like a quill. "I want it too." He murmured.

The bed shifted with Phelias as he moved closer to Harry, and Harry knew what was coming. "Phelias…"He whispered, stopping him. Phelias looked at him quizzically.

"Hmm?" He said.

Harry looked away, pushing stray strands of hair behind his ear. What was he supposed to say? Don't kiss me, I'm dating my father? He couldn't bring himself to, and to see the pain shining in Phelias' eyes. So he let him kiss him, his stomach clawing with guilt. 'I'm sick.' He thought. He couldn't tell Phelias that he was in a relationship with his own father. Was he even in a relationship with his own father? He couldn't tell anymore. He knew he was dragging Draco into this relationship, he was literally forcing him to be with him. But he couldn't help it, he loved Draco too much, so much it hurt.

And here he was, kissing Phelias.

'I'm sick.'

To make it worse, happy little rivets started shooting through him, making him feel more aroused than ever. He was in nothing but boxers, Phelias was kissing him, they were alone, it was quiet, it felt so good. Phelias' arms were around his waist now, he was deepening the kisses, Harry felt himself twitching with desire, small moans escaping from the white throat Phelias had his lips pressed to.

It felt really good.

Phelias' own shirt had come off somehow, Harry wasn't complaining. 'I'm a whore.' He thought bitterly. 'Sick and a whore.'

Phelias kissed his jaw, then moved back up to his lips. "I missed you so much." He murmured. "I felt like…I felt like I was going to die without you."

Harry's lip trembled. He was a coward, too scared to tell Phelias that he was still with Draco, still wanted Draco more than anything and yet was letting him kiss him, and touch him just because he was too scared to see the hurt in his best friend's eyes.

He let Phelias do as he liked to his hearts content, the mixture of guilt and lust, tearing him apart.

Oooh, Drama! XD