Title: Needing You Always

Written By: Landell

Disclaimer: The characters of this story are not mine.  All characters belong to J. K. Rowling and the Harry Potter Series.

            ~ This is my second story.  I hope that you like it.  I think this one is better than the first.  Read it and Read: Destined to Love and tell me what you think.  I love to hear from readers.  Thanks a bunch!!!~

            ~ Whelp, here it is people!  Harry and Draco have finally arrived.  This chapter tells you how Harry and Draco got started.  I know it's kind of weak but I like it.  Oh and the gift that Draco gives Harry is something that I just thought of.  In my hand written story, Draco just gives him a note.  I think this is better.  It's more personal and I think that its more Draco.  Tell me what you think.  Thank you all for reviewing.  It really means a lot to me.  Have fun!!!!  Peace, Love, and Magic! ~

Chapter 7:

            Harry Potter was patiently waiting by the hedge, at the back of the Weasley's house.  He had been waiting for Sirius for over an hour now.

            When Harry had first gotten his letter from Sirius, he was ecstatic.  It had been so long since he had seen Sirius.  Now, he was staying with the Weasleys this summer and he wouldn't have to see the Dursleys again for a long time.  That was good news in itself.  Then, to have Sirius visit was too good to be true.

            Harry couldn't wait any longer.  It had been so long and Harry had missed his godfather.

            "Where are you Sirius?" Harry asked to the thick row of bushes.

            "He'll be here at dark, Harry." Ron said, walking down the lawn.  He was walking towards Harry carrying two steaming mugs.  "We still have about thirty minutes before the sun sets.  Here, have some hot chocolate to calm your nerves."

            "Thanks, Ron." Harry said taking the mug.  A sudden chill ran over his body and he pulled his cloak tighter to his body.  "Where's Hermione?"

            "She's still inside, talking with Mum." Ron said with a shrug.  "Ever since we started going out, 'Mione has this feeling that she has to get to know my family better."

            "But she has already known your family for the past seven years." Harry said.

            "Yeah, but you know Hermione." Ron said with a wave of his hand.  "Once she gets something in her head, she sticks with it.  That's one of the reasons why I fell in love with her."

            Harry smiled.  He remembered when Ron and Hermione had announced that they were going out.  Harry had been so happy for them.  Harry had known since second year that the two had feelings for each other.  They finally let it show at the end of the summer just before their seventh and final year at Hogwarts. 

            Unfortunately for Harry, when the two friends became a couple, Harry began to feel left out.  Ron and Hermione would sit together at meal times and classes.  They would go and take midnight strolls, leaving Harry in the Common Room.

            It wasn't long before Harry went looking for new friends to spend time with when Ron and Hermione were busy with each other.  Harry even hoped that he would meet a love interest and be able to focus on that.

            But to Harry's utter surprise, he found both in one single, unexpected person.  It was the one person that Harry had thought he had hated for his whole life in the wizarding world.  Draco Malfoy.

            That night was always very vivid in Harry's mind.  That night that Harry and Draco became boyfriends.

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            It was about midnight on Christmas Eve just that past year.  Harry was having trouble sleeping.  Something was bothering him; something, it seemed, was tugging at his heart.

            Slipping on his pajama pants and his slippers, Harry got out of his four-poster bed in the Seventh Years Gryffindor boys' dormitory.  He quickly and quietly pulled a white muscle shirt over his muscular chest and abs.  He had really developed quiet a figure after so many years of rough quidditch.  He grabbed his cloak that hung on his chair, throwing it around his should and grabbed his wand from his nightstand.

            Being as quiet as he could, Harry made his way out onto the balcony above the Gryffindor Common Room, hoping not to wake Ron or Hermione.  They were the only other people who had stayed a Hogwarts for Christmas.

            The room below was silent and dark.  The only light was the dim glow from the candles on the Christmas tree.

            Harry was looking over the tree with loving hope in his eyes, when something at the bottom caught his attention.  Movement.

            Harry quickly bounded down the stairs with his wand out and ready to attack.

            "Lumos." Harry said and the tip of his wand lit up.  He put his wand above his head and cast its glow on the moving shadow.

            "Malfoy!" Harry spat after recognizing the figure that now stood before him.

            "P-P-Potter." Draco stuttered, holding a brightly wrapped package.

            "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Harry all but yelled.

            "I, well, I was…" Draco stammered, trying to hide the package but Harry noticed.

            "What's that?" Harry asked, pointing his wand at the box.

            "It's nothing." Draco snapped.  He tried to hide the package behind his back.  But Harry was in no mood.

            "Expelliarmus." Harry bellowed, his wand trained on Draco.  The box, to Draco's horror, was wrenched from his hands and he watched as it flew to Harry.

            Harry caught the box and looked at it.  The paper was a deep emerald green with a silver strap and bow.  There was also a card attached to it with Harry's name printed in a beautiful script across it.

            Had Draco given him a present for Christmas?  Harry's heart lurched at the thought.

            "What is this, Draco?" Harry asked softly.

            "Open it and find out, Potter." Draco whispered, overjoyed that Harry hadn't called him Malfoy but Draco.  He took a small step forward towards Harry.  Harry hadn't noticed as his eyes were fixed on the present.

            "How do I know this isn't a trick?" Harry asked looking up into Draco's eyes.

            'Was that a flicker of pain?' Harry asked himself as he stared into Draco's eyes.  'Why would he be hurt?'

            "Just trust me, Harry.  This is no trick." Draco said with another step forward.

            To Harry's surprise, he stood his ground as Draco neared him.  Usually, Harry would have backed away wanting to get as far away from Draco as possible.

            "Open it." Draco said in a sad sort of tone.  "Please."

            Harry, feeling very comfortable with having Draco so close to him began to open the present.

            In side the box, under several sheets of packing paper, Harry found a small dragon pendent, with silver green eyes.  The pendent was strung on a golden chain.  The dragon looked to be standing on all four of its legs with its wings spread out as if read to fly.  Harry glared at Draco with a raised eyebrow.

            "Here, let me put it on you." Draco said as he took the necklace and unclasped the clasp.  He turned Harry around and brought the clasp back together ever so genially brushing his hands against the skin of Harry's neck.  Both gave a slight moan at the touch.

            Harry turned around and faced Draco.  "It's beautiful.  Thank you."

            "Rub its belly." Draco said.

            "What?" Harry asked as he stared at the blond haired teen.

            "Rub its belly." Draco said a little more forcefully.

            Harry did as he was told and watched as the little dragon seemed to come to life.  Its wing stroked in the air, rising up to meet Harry's gaze.  Its little emerald diamond eyes blazed at him as if on fire.  The dragon gave a soft roar before it started to speak.

            "It is you, my love, and only you that can awaken my dragon from its slumber.  You melt its heart of stone and turn it to flesh and blood that beats only for you.  Take my heart, my love, and keep it safe from the world's prying eyes for it is meant for you and you alone.   Know that I love you, my love, and only you; even though I can not always tell you so.  You mean the world to me.  Touch my dragon heart and think of me and I will always be close to you.  I love you, my love.  For now and forever."

            Harry's eyes widened as Draco's voice dyed from the little dragon's lips and it became solid once more.

            "You love me?" Harry asked, a little breathless.

            Draco nodded, unable to meet Harry's eyes.

            Harry stared that the silver dragon he held in his hand.  Draco Malfoy had just confessed his love to Harry through this beautiful token.  And suddenly, it all made sense to Harry.  The way Draco looked at him in class and at lunch.  The way that Harry would look back at him with longing.  Hoping that he would come over; even to call him names and fight with him.  How Harry felt strange feelings in the pit of his stomach when Draco entered the room or somehow, by change, touch him. 

            "I do too." Harry whispered to the wind.

            "What Harry?" Draco asked, now standing right in front of The-Boy-Who-Lived.

            "I said," Harry said as tears began to well up in his eyes.  "That I love you too, Draco Malfoy."

            Before Harry even realized what was happening, he was being swept up into Draco's arms in a tight embrace.  He felt Draco's soft, full lips press lightly to his own.

            At first, Harry was a little tentative about what was happening.  But as Draco continued to kiss him, Harry found that he rather liked it.  Soon he was responding to Draco's passionate kisses and caress.

            The two spent much of the night, into the early morning hours, expressing their love for each other.  Those bottled up feelings of love and lust, which had been contained for the past seven years, were expressed through genital kisses and embraces.  But it wasn't long before the two were tired out from the emotion strain that they had placed their selves in.

            Harry awoke first to the sound of a bird outside one of the tower's windows.  He looked down to see Draco's head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around his waist.  Harry smiled.  He genially pushed Draco's hair out of his face and kissed the blond's forehead.

            Harry looked about him.  It seemed to be that they had fallen asleep in the Common Room on the sofa in front of the fireplace.  Harry looked up at the cloak on the mantel above the fireplace which read: "Its 5:30.  You better get HIM out of here."

            "Draco?  Draco, sweetie." Harry said as he warmly shook the sleeping teen.  "Draco, wake up, my sleeping dragon."

            "What do you want?" Draco said not opening his eye but pulled Harry tighter to him.

            "Draco.  It's 5:30.  You better get back to your dorm." Harry said as he ran his fingers through Draco's silky hair.

            "I don't wanna." Draco wined, still not opening his eyes.

            "Draco, I don't want you to either but I doubt very much if you want Ron to come down here and find you like this, do you?" Harry asked with a smirk.

            Draco's eye flew open but his head stayed against Harry's chest.  He looked up into Harry's emerald green eyes.  How he loved those eyes.

            "I could just imagine what he would say." Harry said with a laugh.  "'Well, well, well, what do we have here?  Draco Malfoy in the arms of my best friend.  Well isn't that interesting.  Malfoy's a fudge packer; a little poof and he turned my friend into one as well!"'

            Draco sniggered at Harry's imitation of Ron and how well he could do it.

            "He'd never forgive me." Draco said softly as he sat up.  "Not only did I turn you queer but I beat him to you."

            "Well, one, I was always queer.  I just didn't really know it." Harry said as he pulled his muscle shirt back on (Harry's and Draco's shirts were the only things taken off the whole night, honest.) and then pulled the little silver dragon back out into sight.  "And two, Ron's straight."

            Draco's mouth flew open in shock.  "No way!  I always thought he'd be trying to get in your tight, little pants, Potter." Draco said pulling on his own shirt.

            "Whelp, he's not.  He never has and never will." Harry said pulling Draco back into his arms.  "I have you now and beside, Ron's going out with Hermione."

            "No way!" Draco yelled.

            "Sshh.!" Harry hissed.  "Do you want to wake him up?"

            "Sorry." Draco said softly looking into Harry's eyes.

            "That won't do." Harry said with a smirk.  "I need something a little better than that."

            "And what would that be, Mr. Potter?" Draco asked happily.

            "A kiss." Harry whispered deeply.  "A kiss that tells me how truly sorry you are for…"
            Before Harry could say another word; Draco had placed his hands on Harry's face and pulled him into a passionate kiss.  Harry moaned as he felt Draco's skillful tongue enter his mouth.  When they finally parted, Harry was gasping for breath.  The little dragon between their bodies roared with delight.

            "Harry, the necklace that I gave you?" Drace said, recalling that he had yet to explain it.

            "Yes?"

            "The necklace allows you to feel my feelings.  If you hold it in your hand and think of me, you'll feel whatever I'm feeling."

            "Wow, Draco." Harry said softly gazing down at the silver dragon.  "That's amazing.  Thank you."

            "Your welcome, my love." Draco said.  "One more thing, if you stroke the dragon's belly, he will come to life as he did before but he will not speak unless you, and only you, ask him too."

            "I understand." Harry said with a smile.

            Draco stood, pulling Harry to his feet, and walked over to the portrait hole.  Draco pushed open the portrait but turned back to Harry.

            "Merry Christmas, Harry." Draco said as he stroked Harry's cheek.

            "Merry Christmas, Draco, my love." Harry said before pulling Draco into one more sweet, soft kiss.

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            Draco left after that kiss.  They made plans to meet during the night all throughout the rest of the school year.  There were a couple close calls where Ron, Hermione, Snape, or Filch almost found them together.

            Then, on their last night together at Hogwarts, Draco had taken Harry to an unknown part of the school; a hidden room.  It was in that room, which Draco had romantically lit with candles and placed roses and rose petals about, that Harry lost his virginity to Draco.  Draco had made love to him until it was an hour before they had to leave to go back home on the Hogwarts Express.

            "Write me every day." Draco said as the left from their room.

            "I will." Harry said still holding Draco's hand.  "And you better reply to every single one."

            "You couldn't stop me if you wanted me to."