A/N: This chapter is based upon the songs "Don't let me be misunderstood" by Yusef Islam and "White Flag" by Dido

Draco continued to stroke Harry's hair.

"I don't understand myself," he confided in the unconscious man. "I know, I am definitely not an angel, but who is?" He smirked. "Saint Potter."

Slowly he moved closer. Daringly he tuned Harry on his side so that they were facing each other. Harry's face was calm and motionless.

"Things were going a little wrong for me, back there… And I guess, what I did was… was bad."

He considered what the elves had told him about Harry's soul. This meant that, Voldemort, his master, actually had been a part of Harry. In defeating Voldemort had Harry than had become his new master? Did that make any sense? Draco tried to imagine a soul opposite of Voldemort. A soul with only good intentions. The thought made him almost sick; he hoped that Harry's soul was not like that. Every life needed a little bad intention, from time to time.

"Please don't misunderstand this…" he whispered against Harry's lips.

As he kissed the soft lips, Draco almost felt carefree, if it was not for the fact that Harry's lips did not respond to his.

"I know I was a little upset before…" Draco winced. "Ok, a lot… But…" he cleared his throat. "I never meant to take it out on you. You were, well… You were just there. I guess I did not really mean it…"

He stared in to the lifeless face, wondering if he ever would get a real chance to apologise. Draco was a little upset at Harry for sleeping, but he could forgive him, since it was Draco's own fault. Kind of… He shook his head, tying to get rid of those thoughts. But then again, thinking back… He remembered Harry with his robes off, his thumbs in his waistband. Inviting him up to a private dorm room.

"Did you come on to me?"

As if Draco did not have enough of his share of problems in life. He sighed.

"I don't know if this matters, but there is no sense in keeping it a secret. There is only you and me here, well me, that is. I don't even know if you can hear me. But, I still love you." He bit his lips together.

"I'm telling you this, because I am leaving. I do not know if you are going to wake up, I hope you are. I do not want to make your life harder, and I do not want us to be enemies again…" Draco scooted closer to reach Harry's lips.

He tied to give a slow, longing kiss good bye, but felt his urges taking over. With light kisses he followed Harry's jaw line down to the neck and shoulder, pushing back the pyjama shirt a little.

"Fuck," he whispered as he sucked the tender sweet flesh of Harry's collar bone, felling himself getting hard. "I can not do this, not again. Not…"

He stopped, looking up at Harry's face. There was no change, but… Draco pushed his knee closer to Harry's crotch, the man was hard. Draco threw himself back, as if the thing was a poisonous snake, getting up on his knees in the bed. Harry lay still, creating a tent with his covers. Draco bit his lip, reached forward and peaked down under the blanket.

He had not even got to see Harry's cock the last time. Draco had been too concentrated on his own rage and confusion to take any grater notice of shape of the body beneath him. He looked over his shoulder to the door. Was there time? He had only planned to say his good buys and leave. It was not like he was going to fuck Harry. That would leave to much mess and destruction, and he wanted to make a clean exit. He pushed away the covers from the body before him.

"I am only causing more trouble," Draco argued to himself as he unbuttoned the pyjama shirt revealing the smooth flesh. The bruises he had seen before were almost gone. The nipples were dark, and Draco now noticed some fine strands of dark hair that he had not observed last time either. Hesitantly he reached out a finger to trace a nipple; it was immediately hard to his touch. Harry's body was making decisions with out asking his brain, or for that matter, being held back by it. Draco's own erection was excruciating. Slowly he lifted and pushed down Harry's pyjama bottoms. There was no underwear.

"You will never talk to me again after this," whispered Draco leaning forward and took the red, shiny cock in his mouth.

As he began to suck, he forgot all about his plan. He forgot that is was over, he forgot that nothing of this made any kind of sense. His only thought was to get that glorious tautness deeper in his mouth. With one hand on Harry's hip and the other resolutely griped abound his own cock, he firmly began to move. How had he ever thought that he could give this man up? He licked the precome of the shaft, feeling himself very close to orgasm.

The sleeping mans breathing increased, and a moan escaped the parted lips. Semen filled Draco's mouth and he swallowed hard to get it all down, his own violent realise not taking long to follow. Exhausted Draco rested his head on Harry's inner thigh.

As he looked up, he was met by sleepy green eyes and a smile. Draco gasped and got to his hands and knees. He quickly crawled up so his face was over Harry's.

"I am sorry," he pleaded. "I am so sorry!"

Harry's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and the man lost consciousness again.

"Fuck!" swore Draco and got up on his feet next to the bed. "Fuck!" He put himself back into his pants. "Fuck!"

He did not have time to say it again, the door opened. Draco dropped to the floor, pushing himself under the bed. There were footsteps, a single man came in to the room and stopped, probably at the sight on the bed.

"What the…" it was the Weasel's voice.

Two pairs of shoes rushed over to the bed. Draco saw his one and only chance.

He grabbed the feet, pulling them to him. Weasley fell backwards; Draco scrambled up and grabbed the man's wand, putting him in a body lock and a silencing charm. Weasley was too surprised to resist. Draco got to his feet, threw a spell to close the door and towered over his prisoner.

"Weasel-bits!" he said in a mock voice. "Long time no see!"

Weasley struggled, his face almost as red as his hair. His eyes were burning with hate and confusion.