A/N: ^_^ Yay! More of this happy story. Draco's Fetish- this is for you. hee hee...

Chapter Five: The Doll

Harry:

It was early June when I swore to myself that I would kill Dumbledore. Well, not really, but I was pretty darn mad. He had organized a "graduation ball" for the seventh years, and had included the fifth and sixth years as well to fill out the dance. I did Not want to go. Balls meant dressing up and dressing up meant fights with Draco.

Gah! I could handle him fussing over what I usually wore, but formal stuff is NO FUN with him. Ah well. It would make him happy and horny and I could probably drag him off to snog in a closet afterwards. As long as he didn't try to get in my pants again....

It wasn't like I didn't want to sleep with him. In fact, that was practically the only thing on my mind. How I was managing to pass my classes was beyond me. The fact was- I wasn't sure if we would make it. Even though he had said that he loved me... he had accepted my hurried and fumbling proposal... I didn't know for sure.

// Draco's eyes were dark with stormy tears. He half turned towards Harry before turning away again. "Listen," he said tightly "you have it a lot easier than you think, Wonder Boy."

Harry frowned. "Draco..." he said warningly.

"Shut up, just shut up!"

Harry's frown deepened.

"You think it's hard with the Dark Lord trying to shoot a spell up your ass all the time, huh? Well, try it when he wants you on his side! Try having your own... your own fucking father" he spat out the word "convincing you to become a groveling slave to a barely human old freak who can't survive on his own. Try coming to school and having everyone hate you, everyone ... except one person." Tears were now coursing down Draco's face.

The look on Harry's face softened slightly and he reached out a hand hesitantly.

"Listen, Harry... my black mouse" (Harry hated that pet name, but listened nonetheless) "if it wasn't for you.... I don't know where I would be."

"Draco..."

"Shut up, you moron, I want to tell you something."

Harry promptly shut up.

"You haven't been spoon fed like I have, but you haven't had the Malfoy responsibilities, either. And that has absolutely nothing to do with what I was going to say...." Draco mused, calmer look surfacing on his face. "This is tremendously embarrassing, and don't expect to hear it again any time soon." He cleared his throat. "Harry James Fucking Potter, I love you."

Harry chose to ignore the vague insult, and sat with his mouth wide open like a frog.

Draco took advantage of that and covered his embarrassment by placing his mouth over Harry's and sliding his tongue into the other boy's mouth. It was only a few seconds before Harry began to respond, gripping Draco's waist tightly and making interesting moaning noises in the back of his throat.

It was Harry who first pulled away, stroking a strand of Draco's hair from his temple. "I know," he said quietly, smiling sadly. "And I wish I could make things easier for you. I really do." He lowered his lips and ghosted kisses down Draco's neck. "I'm sorry about that comment I made about your grades, I was just mad. I really didn't mean it, love."

Draco sniffed and hugged Harry. "I know, stupid."

"Draco..."

"Hm?"

"Can you ... would you..." Harry licked at the other boy's pale earlobe. "Would you say that again?"

"Sure. I know, stupid."

"No... before that."

Draco turned and cupped Harry's left cheek in his hand. "I told you that you wouldn't hear it again any time soon." When the dark haired boy's face fell, Draco laughed. "I lied." Leaning in close to his love, the pale boy whispered, "I love you."//

Grumpily, but smiling a little, I snatched up my clothes and stalked out of the Gryffindor dorms and headed down towards the dungeons.

Draco:

I grabbed him out of the hall and dragged him into the Slytherin dorms. He was late, and it made me a bit put out. But those beautiful green eyes were enough to make me regret my anger. And so I dressed him lovingly, saying not a word, but patting down his robes and adjusting laces and buttons where they needed adjustment. He watched me silently as I bent and polished his shoes before running my fingers through his hair hopelessly.

Harry could never have hair like mine.

Of course, I was already dressed and ready. I had been for quite some time. I suppose I'm like that a lot- getting ready for things that haven't yet happened. I like to think of myself as well prepared. Harry calls me obsessive-compulsive.

As I smoothed out the last wrinkles of his shirt, I blushed deeply, unconsciously thinking of a dream I had had just about an hour ago that involved Harry's spread legs and a generous amount of whipped cream.

A pair of gifted hands reached out and grabbed my arms. "Stop that, you don't want me to get ruffled do you?"

"I'm straightening you off!" I exclaimed indignantly.

"If you keep touching me, I'm going to push you to the couch and damn all pretenses of going to the ball."

I immediately released him. As much as I loved Harry, I loved balls, too. Mmmmm... balls.... I giggled to myself and found my face heating up.

"Draco?"

"What?"

"You're bright pink."

"And you're a lovely shade of blue," I commented, turning pinker.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, curiously.

"Stripping you naked in front of the whole school and sucking you off," I said matter-of-factly.

"Draco!"

I sniggered and held out an arm. "Ready?"

My life-sized Harrydoll nodded and took it. "Yup."

To be continued.... (mmmmm... yum...... ^_^)