So, there I am, at Draco Malfoy's flat, in his bed, with a hangover. And he's actually being nice. I could barely believe it.

Did I really say the things I think I said?

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Chapter Five

"Draco?" Harry asked softly. They had moved from the bedroom, out to the living room, and were sitting on the couch. The chairs and sofa were a deep burgundy, with black piping. The walls were covered in Muggle and Wizard paintings.

"Hmm?"

Harry didn't say anything. He was too caught up in one of the Wizards who had left his own frame, and was currently terrorizing the Muggle portrait.

"Harry?" His head snapped up at his name, "You wanted to ask me something?"

"Where'd you get these?" Harry asked, turning his attention back to the Muggle portrait. The young wizard, who'd escaped, was standing in front of the Muggle lady, catcalling, and making faces.

"Um, the Young Wizard, as it's actually called was a gift to me when I was eight. The Grim Lady was something I bought after I graduated from Hogwarts. What was it that you really wanted to ask me?"

"Are you gay?" Harry slipped. He could feel his body turn beat red. He looked towards Draco, then towards the window. "Sorry, forget I asked. You tricked me."

"Yes I am, and yes I did," Draco replied. He leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "are you?"

Harry gulped and stood up rather quickly. "I think I should go. I appreciate you taking care of me. I hope I didn't do anything untoward. I apologize, if I did." He raced to the door, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Turn around Harry," Draco's voice coaxed from behind him. Slowly, Harry found himself doing just that.

Draco's hand on Harry's shoulder, trailed up to his neck, his chin, then slowly brought the green-eyed man's lips to his own. He found Harry's lips, pliable, soft and warm. Harry tasted of coffee and strawberry jam, Draco realized as his tongue slid past Harry's willing lips.

Harry found one of his hands taking it's self up to tangle in Draco's hair. So soft, like silk, he thought, running his fingers through the blonde strands.

"Draco," He moaned as his head tilted back and Draco latched on to the soft pale skin of his neck. "Oh god Draco."

He lifted his gray eyes to green. "Emerald fire eyes," he whispered, touching his fingers to Harry's swollen mouth. "I've wanted you, this for so long Harry. So very, very long. Tell me you wanted this too," Draco murmured.

"I want you."

**

Ok, and this is kind of where I leave this particular section. It's back the main story. Draco and I, that's always a good read, but this is about my dad and Sirius, and why Sirius isn't here, like he should be.

I wonder if I'll ever truly understand anything that I've written down. I guess as more it comes out, more of it will make sense.

I hope itz soon.