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Title: The Year in Review

Author: Draco Volatile

Rating: R

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, material, and logos belong to J. K. Rowling. The plot -if there is one- belongs to
me.

Summary: Harry feels incomplete after leaving Hogwarts. He writes to Draco to help him feel better.

WARNING: Major H/D slash.

A/N: Things are gonna get kinda sick in Chapter 14, if you don't like m/m stuff, please understand that no one is making you
read it. If gay sex/fondling repulses you, please hit the Back button.
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Chapter 13 - Green into Silver, Silver into Green
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"So," Draco mumbled, "before the Ministry comes to take us to St. Mungo's, you've got some explaining to do."

It was later that night, and the rain was pouring down hard. Harry had found two bottles of beer in the kitchen which were
served as dinner.

"Explaining? What explaining do I have to do? There really isn't much you don't know." Harry finished his bottle and threw it
into the fire that he had started in the fireplace.

"What about Seamus?" Draco bent over and picked up the stiff pillow that had fallen off the couch when he got up. "Why did
that hurt you? Because I had someone and you didn't?"

"Draco. I think you've missed the whole point. Perhaps it would have been better if we didn't drink that beer."

"No, Harry." Draco laughed. "I got the point perfectly. But you never said you always loved me."

"I haven't loved you as long as you've loved me," Harry admitted. "But I did love you. It hurt me when you told me that you
were having sex with Seamus. Because I wanted you, and when I heard, I felt really bad." Harry stretched out on the couch and
laid his head on Draco's knee.

"I'm sorry."

"How could you have known how I felt? You shouldn't be sorry."

"Well, I am. And you can't do anything about it."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, Draco. You've always been a rebel. You don't like to listen to anybody, do you?"

"Nope."

"So you're going to live your own life now?"

"What do you mean, Harry?" Draco ran his fingers over Harry's cheeks as he spoke.

"You're not going to be a Death Eater, are you?"

"I should think not."

"What about your father?"

"He's a dick. I'm not going back home, ever."

Harry rolled over onto his side and stroked Draco's knee lightly.

"Harry! You're tickling me!" Draco laughed and ruffled Harry's messy black hair affectionately.

"I am?" Harry grinned at Draco and continued his tickling.

"Dammit!" Draco pushed Harry off of him and onto the floor.

Harry pulled Draco down with him, and took off his jacket and pajama top from the morning. He ran his fingers lightly up and
down Draco's waist until they were both howling with laughter.

"Fuck!" Draco choked out, pushing Harry away. "You're causing me a lot of hell, you know that?"

"Why? I didn't knew it tickled that much!" Harry exclaimed haughtily.

"No, because you can touch me like that and think nothing of it."

"Don't think I'm not thinking about it," Harry whispered. "The moment my fingers touch your skin, you're all I can think of."

"Why?" Draco looked slightly hurt. "Why do you feel so strongly for me?

"Because I do, Draco. Do I have to have a better reason?"

"*Is* there a better reason?"

"No. I just do."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't . . ."

"Can't what, Draco?"

"I can't let you do this to me anymore." Draco removed Harry's hands from his waist.

"Why not?" Harry said hoarsely.

"Because I can't return it, and I don't want to try. I know I'll never be able to."

"Why can't you return it?"

"I feel awful every time I look at you now."

"I'm sorry if I scared you. I hated you before, now I want to take care of you." Harry blinked back threatening tears. "Will
you let me do that?"

"You can try," Draco whispered, "but you'll find that don't take any shit. You're going to treat me right or there's going to
be trouble."

Harry grinned and pulled Draco into an embrace. Draco reached behind Harry and ripped the back of his robes. Underneath,
Harry wore a sweater and jeans. Draco removed those, as well as his own pants, too. Both boys were nearly naked, except for
their boxers.

They stared into each other's eyes for a very long and wonderful time. Green into silver, silver into green. Each man tried
to follow the path in the other's eyes, only succeeding in getting themselves very lost indeed.

"Harry . . ." Draco stroked Harry's face again and a tears began to fall from his silver eyes.

"Draco." Harry loved the sound of his angel's name, and repeated it until his voice became hoarse. "Why are you crying?" he
managed to choke out.

"Because I love you, Harry. I love you so much."
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A/N: More coming! Please tell me in your reviews what you'd like to see in the next few chapters. ^-^