Draco found himself in front of the large door connecting to the Room of Requirement. He was hesitant to enter at first. He didn't want to do this. He didn't want to openly defy everything him and Harry had ever created together, but on the other hand he didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave the earth so soon, and he didn't want to leave Harry. Even if the Gryffindor did find out about his mark, his disgustingly ugly mark, they would still be alive, and Draco would be able to see if Harry made it or not. Maybe he could even help him, tell him the plans, what's dangerous, how to act against.

But he knew he couldn't. That would be open defiance to his father and the Dark Lord and that would result in termination.

With that thought in the back of his mind, Draco leaned against the solid wood door and turned the handle. A rush of cool air welcomed him to his worst nightmare. The entire room seemed like the size of Hogwarts itself, or at least every room combined. Clutter. So much clutter. Not an inch wasn't used up for storage like chessmen, potion bottles, statues, carpets, chairs-everything in the whole world could be found in there.

The difficult part was actually finding the cabinet. He only had a small clue on what it looked like, and the amount of items in there was barbaric. Could not being able to locate the tool be a good excuse? 'Not bloody likely' Draco answered his own thought.

He approached a large mirror with a dusty golden archway surrounding it. Draco moved closer to it, making out only a few letters, considering the fact it was layered with miles of spiders webs. It was probably written in some other language he didn't care to understand. He moved his eyes down to the reflective region of the mirror.

Upon looking in it, he saw himself walking forward to where he was the same height as in real life. He wasn't wearing his suit in the mirror thought, but his normal Slytherin robes complimented with a smile. The man in the mirror lifted his left sleeve to reveal a flawless, unmarked arm, like how it used to be. Draco then looked at his own arm, lifting the sleeve of his black suit, revealing the horrid mark that continued to cause pain to him constantly. He looked back up in the mirror to find another figure next to him, a figure in Gryffindor robes and silly rounded glasses. Draco looked to his side, quickly covering up his mark, to find no one there, leaving him sort of empty inside. looking back at the mirror, their hands were connected and the mirror-Harry smiled at the mirror-Draco. The look in mirror-Harry's eyes were loving, embracing even. It made Draco wonder if that's how Harry looked at him in real life.

Draco finally understood what Pansy meant when she said that the two looked so cute together, as Mirror-Harry kissed mirror-Draco on the cheek. This caused both Dracos to smile and blush profusely. Draco touched his cheek where the mirror-Harry left his lips on him. There was a small tingle, but nothing compared to the real thing. Mirror-Draco turned his head to mirror-Harry, their lips connecting. At first their kiss was soft and sweet, and Draco admired them. If this was truly how the look, how beautiful they connect with each other, Draco couldn't want anything more.

The kiss they were sharing in the mirror grew heated as mirror-Harry grabbed mirror-Draco's tie, pulling it loose and ripping off his robe. Mirror-Draco moved his hands through mirror-Harry's hair and within a blink of the eye, they were both naked, pressed against each other, and mirror-Harry jumped on mirror-Draco's waist, wrapping his legs around his hips.

The mirror wasn't very giving in terms of exposure- it left a lot to the imagination.

Their lips took a break from each other as the both turned their heads to the real Draco, who didn't know whether to look away or not, but his eyes could only focus on the magnificent sight in front of him. Mirror-Harry smiled like he always does when Draco laughs, a special twinkle in his eyes.

The mirror-Draco turned to the real-Draco dead in the eye before he winked, and dropped mirror-Harry to his feet. Lost in each others arms, Draco's heart couldn't help but hurting. The way mirror-Draco's arms were positioned mesmerized him. It was like he was holding him, not hugging him. Mirror-Harry turned his head which was on mirror-Draco's shoulder, to face the real Draco, smiling at him graciously. "Love you."

Frowning, the real Draco left, feeling as though he should let the two have their moment, which sounded pretty strange considering it was a mirror. Maybe it was because he knew he would never have that with Harry.

He then walked on to explore more of the ' 'warehouse' as he liked to call it. Upon reaching a table full of trinkets and knick-knacks, Draco found himself exploring a strange box. It was a deep burgundy with a golden clasp that egged on Draco to open it. Hoping to find gold or jewels or something of that essence the box reveled a tiny dancer on a spring with an oval-shaped mirror behind it. The rectangular object was shallow yet had a deep appearance.

Playing with the spring, the girl wobbled back and forth slightly, the spring bouncing and causing a quiet ruckus. Finding it quite amusing, Draco pulled her as far as she could go before releasing her, the girl hit the velvet below her before jumping back up. This time Draco heard something small, like a chime. It was quite hard to decipher what instrument it was, or even how the noise appeared.

Discovering something new, Draco experimented by playing with the girl, twisting her round until three small clicks sounded. That was odd, where were these noises coming from? His curiosity got the best of him as he started searching the whole table for the missing sound, however he found absolutely nothing but a bunch of strange muggle items: a small treasure chest, a flat looking object with wholes in the side, and a circle with string and beads wound around itself, only to have three small tails with feathers attached coming from the circle itself.

The further jumped to the conclusion that muggles were weird.

Draco continued on to what he thought was the original cabinet. His heart sped and his palms began to shake. He walked closer to the large chest and felt along the door. It did not feel like it had magic in it at all, rather any dark. The boy opened the cabinet to have a large rush of air knock him back, causing him to drop his want he immediately sprang for.

A large black object came out of the doors twisting and turning in mid-air when suddenly it took shape of a human, or a snake-like human rather. Lord Voldemort had his red eyes staring down at Draco, a sinister smile complimenting his wicked laugh.

"You're a fool, Draco," his voice was soft yet painful, "and you will lose him." All Draco remembered was screaming 'no' as the Dark Lord raised his wand pointing at Draco's chest. He moved into a somewhat fetal position covering his head.

"AVADA KE-" Draco waited for the fury and the death but upon looking up, Voldemort was gone in replace of Harry.

"Harry, thank Merlin! You saved me-"

"Don't call me that!" His horrid tone made Draco furrow his eyebrows.

"What?"

"I told you, don't call me that you repugnant Death Eater trash."

"What? No- Harry! You don't understand!"

"I know what's on your arm. Don't lie to me, after all, I gave you, after all, we had together you betrayed me the second you got out of my reach."

"Harry, I didn't mean to!"

"I told you don't call me that!" The fake Harry said with nothing but anger and disgust in his voice.

"Potter, then. Listen I made a mistake and-"

"Don't call, me that either! Don't even talk to me. Don't even look at me. You're nothing but a coward. You're trash, you're scum! You couldn't have stood up for me, for the one thing you want most, the one thing that's ever loved you. You had to betray me."

"I didn't have a choice," the back of his eyes watered and he was choking, unable to breathe.

"Pathetic," Harry spat, "There's always a choice. Always. But you're too much of a coward to take it."

"I'm not a coward."

"Yes, you are. You lied to me. Over and over and over, you're nothing but a coward, Malfoy. You're a filthy Death Eater and a coward!"

The boy continued talking as Draco went for his wand, grabbing it loosely in his hand he cried out "rediculous!" The horrid Harry twisted itself back inside the false cabinet, shutting the door on its way in.

Draco sat there is shock. He didn't feel like moving, he didn't feel like working on the cabinet, hell he didn't even feel like looking for the cabinet. He just sat there, back against a large concrete support beam, shaking uncontrollably and sobbing and sulking to himself, letting it sink in that Harry Potter was his worst nightmare, and best dream.

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A day or so later, Draco sat along the water, playing with a washed up stick, as he waited for Harry to arrive. Harry. Harry was the reason he'd been up all night, the reason why he'd been distraught, the reason why he regretted any of this dark magic. Draco didn't know whether or not he wanted to see Harry or he never wanted to see Harry again. It was like Harry was a drug, intoxicating him, forcing him to make bad choices, question everything, yet with all the hassle, he just couldn't get enough of him.

It wasn't a few minutes past 5 that Harry wrestled his way through the thick vines that was cutting them off from the rest of humanity. Draco didn't look up, he just continued drawing in the sand as Harry walked up to him. Harry lay down on his stomach his elbows propping him up, digging in the sand. They were so close Harry could put his chin on Draco's knee, who was in a crisscross position.

"Whatcha drawing?" Harry looked at the markings he made in the sand. The real Harry was so much different than the boggart one, and relief swam over Draco in an instant.

"No idea to be honest with you," Draco responded sounding depressed compared to Harry's happy tone. The squiggles were strange, nothing making a prominent design.

"Well, that could be," Harry pointed to a weird circle which really didn't look like a circle, "a whale."

"Out of all the things in the world, you picked a whale," Draco smiled and let out a small laugh while looking down at Harry who was looking up at him with the brightest eyes in the world. "It doesn't even have a tail."

"Okay fine, how about... a duck."

"It doesn't even have feet!"

"Fine! It's a really deformed quaffle which looks like it'd been punched repeatedly to where it looks like an unknown shape. Happy?"

"No, not really, but whatever you wish." Draco was laughing now and so was Harry before they both met halfway for a 5 second, sweet kiss. "How was your lesson with erm..."

"Dumbledore," Harry finished without a second thought. "It was interesting. Nothing to really talk about, but interesting none the less. How was whatever you did?"

"Oh, it was okay. I didn't do much, just homework." Draco refused to look Harry in the eye.

"Okay. Now what did you really do that kept you up all night," Harry turned to him, and Draco's eyes went wide as he turned his head to meet Harry's. "Draco, we've been together for almost two years now. You could put up a brick wall to cover your face and I would still know something bothering you. What's wrong?"

Draco took a bit to answer, trying to conjure up some excuse. Thankfully he thought of one before Harry grew impatient. "My mother sent me a mail last night and she was telling me how hard it is for her to run the house without me or my father. I just hate seeing her suffer." Harry took Draco's hand and played with it, lacing their fingers together, massaging them, rubbing them.

"I'm sorry I put your dad in Azkaban but I couldn't save him anyway, he's working with Voldemort." Draco cringed at the use of the name.

"I know. It's okay, really. It's just hard on her." He felt disgusted with himself. Lies upon lies upon lies, and they had only been back for almost two months now. He needed a change of subject. "You know you're going to get your shirt dirty right."

Harry looked down at his elbows, which were covered in moist sand. He was only wearing his white shirt, leaving his sweater and robes back towards the vines. Draco was wearing his sweater vest and white long sleeve, careful to not get any of it wet from the grass.

"I'll deal with it. That water looks tempting." Draco raised his eyebrow at the mesmerized Harry, who was now staring at the water.

"Are you mad? It's the middle of October, I'm expecting the snow to come soon, and you want to go swimming in the lake?"

"No, I don't want to go swimming in the lake. I want to go swimming in the lake with you."

"No! There is no way in hell I'm going down there! It's too cold. I refuse to get my clothes wet, so you go alone, or you don't go at all." During the resistant speech Draco had, Harry was already standing up, kicking off his shoes and socks, throwing his glasses to the side.

"Take them off," Harry said.

With wide eyes, Draco looked at him wildly. "Excuse me?"

"Strip. I don't care."

"Is that all you want from me," Draco almost sneered. Maybe if they fought, then they could start drifting.

"Oh, don't be such a coward!" Draco hated that word every since last night. If you were to say it in front of him, it would be like starting off a fire cracker. Draco raised to a standing position as fast as possible.

"I'm not a coward!" Draco was forceful and stern. "You want me for my body now, is that it?"

"Quit sounding catty. I fell for your 'stunning personality,' remember?"

"Damned right it's stunning."

"Come on, coward."

"Don't call me a coward," Draco bit.

"Then let's go," Harry equaled his tone with a bit of sarcasm in it. He didn't realize how much that word meant to him.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side, revealing his muscled back, the curve of it, the rips. Draco stopped dead, that funny feeling climbing into his abdomen. Harry then unbuttoned and unzipped his bluejeans, throwing them to the side, revealing his navy briefs that... that were... bloody... lovely...

Draco looked away before he attacked him, swallowing back the extra saliva in his mouth. Harry turned back to check and make sure Draco was checking him out, but he wasn't, and Harry frowned.

"Are you coming or not?"

He bit his lip, turning back to him. The look on Harry's face changed his mind. How am I supposed to hurt him?

"Fine, but I'm not taking my clothes off." Draco wouldn't dare. He couldn't even think about daring himself to take off his shirt, but he did have to take off the sweater vest. That would inevitably get ruined. At least he could wash out his trousers and button up.

Maybe his Dark Mark would wash away as well.

The Gryffindor already stepped foot in the water, it stinging him. It was freezing... but possibly that was a good thing. He stopped at knee height, waiting for Draco. Looking back, he found him taking off his socks.

"Could you possibly take any longer?" Goosebumps formed along his arms and legs.

Draco rolled his eyes, folding the socks. "Are those pants too tight for you or do you just have a stick up your arse?"

"Why don't you come to find out," Harry said suggestively, but Draco didn't joke back, and again, Harry frowned.

As Draco ventured into the water, he tried to keep from drooling at the sight of Harry's body. Damn it was nice. Small, slightly too thin, but nice. And it had its quirks, but they were all lovely. "What are we even doing in here? The water is freezing." Draco moved his hands around his waist in an attempt to stay warm.

"Come on, you bloody fairy," Harry smirked. Draco rolled his eyes at the comment and made his way to where Harry was standing.

"I don't want to go any further." Harry rolled his eyes back and bent his knees. "What are you doing?"

"Get on my back."

"What?"

"I said get on my back," Harry skimmed the water with his fingers letting a few drops hit Draco. "Jump. I'll carry you."

"Don't splash me!" Draco pushed a little bit of water on Harry. It landed on his chest, making him look stunning with the light of the setting sun. It made Draco want to do nothing but kiss his brains out.

"You know you find me irresistible," Harry cocked his head.

Draco scorned, "sometimes."

Harry bit his lip and looked at the water below him. How had things become so different? In the hospital wing, just before summer, Draco had kissed him all over, touched him all over, made him feel so wanted. But now it was as if he didn't even want to look at him.

Frankly, because Draco didn't. He didn't want to look at him. Because if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep himself from taking him into the ground right then and there and having his way with him. And that was bad.

The blonde stepped over to Harry in defeat and jumped on his back where Harry hooked his arms around the back of Draco's knees. Damn it, Harry smelled so good! And the goosebumps on his skin made Draco's head go fuzzy.

Harry went deeper into the water to where Draco had his almost his thighs covered and he himself had it to his chest.

"Ow, I think I stepped on something."

"Harry-"

"I don't think I can support our weight!"

"Harry, don't you dare-"

"Oh no!" Harry dropped them both in the water, heads going under. It was quite visible and Draco gave Harry the death stare. Harry just laughed and signaled for them to swim deeper. He kicked off and began to paddle with his feet, leaving Draco the ability to see his untouched, unmarked bottom of his foot, which hadn't stepped on anything. The Slytherin went up for air and Harry did the same, confused on what was wrong.

"What-" Harry's mouth was full of water from Draco who splashed as much as he could. "Hey!"

"You got my hair wet, you arse," he shouted.

Harry swam to Draco, only to have him scream as he pushed them both under water, going deep to the bottom. They both went in to kiss each other as their hair and clothes sloshed around. The weightlessness made everything so surreal to both of them. The inability to breathe was hard enough as they released. They could have gone longer if Draco hadn't torn his left sleeve on a branch from the bottom and insisted they went up, well he went up. Harry just looked up at him confused as he started swimming as fast as he could away, causing too much splashing to enable Harry to see his Dark Mark.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, confused as he saw the Slytherin swim away. He surfaced, calling his name, going after him. "Draco!"

Draco already hit land and broke out into a sprint, ignoring all the shouts coming from his boyfriend. Grabbing his robes and nothing else, he went thought the heavy vines and ran thought the long hallway made of trees. He weaved thought the first 4 trees only to have arms wrap around his waist pulling them both back, knocks them to the ground. Draco got up and grew on his robes as he started to sprint again, but Harry caught his foot and he fell to the leaves once more.

"Draco, what has gotten into you?" Harry inched closer to him, soaking wet. Draco was at least happy he covered his arm with his robe, but still, he hid it behind his back.

"I'm sorry, I j-just saw a grindylow," he spoke with wide eyes. Shaking. You almost saw it. You almost saw what I did to you.

"I-I didn't see anything."

"You had your bloody eyes shut," he stood with a sneer.

"Yes, because I was kissing you. That's what you do when you kiss someone, you close your eyes. You should try it sometime."

Draco ran his right hand through his hair, wiping his face. The comment made his stomach boil. He didn't know whether to be happy Harry made it or not. Harry stood as well, Draco realizing how close to naked he was. His briefs were soaked and clung to his skin and- fuck...

"W-Where did your glasses go?" Draco's throat closed and it seemed too hard to swallow.

"Bloody lost them chasing after you," Harry said. His breathing at this point had calmed down a bit, but Draco's was still heavy. He reached out and touched Draco's cheek, forcing Draco to look him in the eye, the first time in a while. "Are you okay?"

Draco couldn't stand the innocence in those eyes. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"You're sure?"

"Yes," he almost bit, but restrained himself from it. Harry didn't let go of his cheek, in fact, he stroked his thumb over his cheekbone. Draco wanted him off, to stop looking him in those eyes. He grabbed Harry by the hip and snaked his left arm around his waist so Harry didn't have a chance to see it. He would fix the sleeve with a spell later. But it made his Mark burn.

"Are you sire you're fine?"

"Yes," he clenched, guiding Harry back into their meadow.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were so scared of them." Harry wrapped his arms around the now shaking boy.

"Hm?"

"Grindylows."

"Yeah..." he took a shaky breath. "I was eight," he lied. "I went swimming and one attacked me. I haven't been the same ever since."

"I didn't know that about you. Next time, tell me."

"I-I'm sorry, Harry," Draco said, trembling. Fuck, this is so hard. He wasn't shaking for the reason Harry thought, he wasn't that cold, but he was shaking. Draco threw himself around him, Harry, although caught off guard, hugged him back. "I'm a coward." I have to fucking tell you but I can't!

"No, you're not. It's not a big deal, Draco, really." He held him tight.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I'm such a coward. I'm so sorry." He mumbled in his shoulder.

"No, you're not, I was kidding earlier." Guilt was surfacing on both boys, but Draco started convulsing like he did last night, alone. But this time he had Harry. And Harry was warm and safe, but he was also the most dangerous man in the entire world besides the Dark Lord.

"Draco?" Harry by now knew he was bloody terrified and held him tighter. Draco couldn't control himself, no matter what he did. All he could do was repeat "so sorry" over and over again into his shoulder.

"Draco, it's okay, it's okay." Harry had no clue, that, indeed, it wasn't.