[Usual stuff about how I don't own the characters... only wish I did...]


Chapter 2


It was close to one a.m. and Harry hadn't had a moment's sleep. The scene with Draco at the foot of the staircase kept replaying in his mind. They had been so close to kissing, and the idea was not as horrible as he had thought it would be. In fact, he wished he could have gone through with it.


After a few more minutes, Harry rose and put on his robe, throwing the invisibility cloak over himself before slipping down the stairs and out through the portrait hole. He needed space and movement; it had always been difficult for him to think clearly while lying down.


The grass of the quidditch pitch was cold with dew, but refreshing. Harry felt his brain wake up as he walked around in the dark of the early morning. He had shed the invisibility cloak, leaving it on a bench by the Gryffindor changing rooms, enjoying the feeling of the gentle breeze against his face.


Am I gay? He asked himself. The sky above him was velvety black, studded with stars that appeared as tiny points of light.


What do I think of Draco, really? I mean, he's been a real prick, especially to Ron, but then why did he thank me earlier? He can't be pure evil or he wouldn't have done that. Harry's thoughts wandered for a moment before returning to Draco. Am I in love with him?


Harry felt the answer catch him by surprise. Maybe I am. I don't know any more.


No. I'm just lonely and horny. What else could it be, realistically. I mean, I've been with girls before... Cho and Ginny, and I know that I felt...


Harry sighed.


Not a whole lot.


I mean, that kiss... well, almost a kiss... I don't think I've ever felt like that before.


He stood very still in the middle of the pitch, opening himself to whatever his heart had to tell him.


Harry, he told himself, you're gay.


"I'm gay," he said aloud into the darkness.


The moment he said it, he felt better, as though an enormous weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt free, open, honest. It was a wonderful feeling. "I'm gay," he said again, louder. "I'm gay!" Before he knew it, he was shouting.


"I'm gay! Ron and Hermione, I'm gay! Dean! Seamus! Neville! Ginny and Cho! All of Hogwarts! Draco Malfoy! I'M GAY!" He felt so wonderfully happy, released from a prison he hadn't even realized he was in. He spun around on the long, soft grass, laughing and grinning madly with the thrill of self-knowledge.


"You're what?" A voice came out of the darkness behind him.


Harry froze, seized by sudden terror. Who could possibly be here? He swallowed and turned.


A thin figure in a black robe separated itself from the shadows at the edge of the pitch and came toward him. After a moment Harry made out the figure's pointed face, pale skin and silvery blond hair.


Draco stopped a foot away from Harry.


"Hello Harry," he said.


"Hello... Draco." Harry's voice was slightly husky, his mouth fitting comfortably around the first name.


"What were you shouting?" asked Draco, meeting Harry's eyes with a level gaze.


"N-Nothing," said Harry.


"Really? Because it sounded awfully like-"


Draco was cut off as Harry seized his shoulders and pulled him close in a rough, feverish kiss. Draco's lips were even softer than they had looked, full and firm and kissing Harry back. My god, he's kissing back. Draco's hands moved over Harry's shoulders and sides, exploring his physique as their tongues tasted each other. Harry was surprised by the sweetness of Draco's lips, the faint tang of mint toothpaste still clinging to them. His passion only grew as the kiss progressed, their tongues battling, white-hot electricity passing between them. There was a sense of desperation in the way they kissed each other, urgency and passion building, an intangible, irresistible force moving through them. Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, his being overcome.


Draco suddenly broke the kiss and began to kiss the side of Harry's neck, untying his robe in order to reach the tender, soft skin all the way out to the shoulder. Harry shuddered with pleasure at every brush of the blond boy's lips, gasping and moaning quietly in the dim light of the early morning.


Harry could suddenly stand it no longer. He pulled away, removing his robe and spreading it on the ground before he turned to Draco and removed the black silk robe. He took the other boy in his arms and lowered him onto the spread robe so that he was on his back.


Green eyes met gray in a moment of perfect stillness as Harry held himself poised over Draco's body. Then Draco reached out and pulled Harry's hips down so that he was straddled by the green-eyed beauty before him. Two delicate, pale hands reached for the bottom button of Harry's pajama top, working slowly and gracefully, almost languidly. First the lowest one, then the next, and the next, and the next. Harry shuddered with suspense and arousal at being so luxuriously and expertly undressed. Draco's soft fingertips brushed the skin of Harry's stomach, sending a shockwave of pleasure through him.


The top button came loose. Draco's hands reached under the shirt and moved slowly over Harry's shoulders, removing it completely before pulling Harry down to lie on top of him. Their lips met again, any remains of inhibition gone, threatening to consume each other.


Harry's lips moved to the side, leaving a trail of kisses along Draco's neck, his tongue tracing intricate designs on the pale, soft skin. Draco moaned deep in his throat, eyes closed, head back. His whole being was taut with arousal, eager anticipation glistening on his skin. Harry's lips moved across Draco's neck and began kissing down the center of his body. Harry unbuttoned the top button of Draco's pajama top, then the next, working his way down, kissing and licking and biting along the way. Draco's moans came louder now, small gasps coming between them, his back arching slightly.


Harry undid the last button and opened Draco's shirt. The blond boy was truly beautiful, lean and muscular from quidditch, his creamy skin impossibly soft. Harry sighed deeply as he took in the sight before him. A single slender hand reached down to remove Harry's glasses, placing them off to the side in the long grass.


"God, you're beautiful," said Draco softly in the pale light.


"Like you aren't," said Harry, who scooted down so that his chin rested just above Draco's crotch. He smiled, embarrassed. "Just so you know," he said somewhat sheepishly, "I've never done this before."


"You're doing fine," said Draco, his breathing ragged.


Harry chuckled to himself, turning his attention to Draco's pajama pants. He undid them easily, despite his glasses being gone, and in a moment tossed them aside onto the grass, concealing his delight that Draco was wearing no underwear. He smiled gently before he began to lick, suck, tease, his tongue playing small tricks and intimate games with the boy beneath him before taking him fully into his mouth. Draco moaned louder, his back arching, Harry's name tearing from his lips, his eyes closed tightly as pleasure took him over. He felt waves of intense heat rolling through him as stars exploded behind his eyes and the universe whirled around him in a white-hot electric dance. He half moaned, half screamed as he came, his body suddenly relaxing, his breath slowing, his hair falling tangled in his eyes.


"Dear God, Harry, where'd you learn to do that?"


Harry laughed. "Oh, you know. Around." He crawled up to lie beside Draco on the robe that was now completely soaked with dew.


They looked into each others' eyes for a moment. Draco reached out a hand to cup Harry's face before pulling him close in a calmer but still loving kiss. It was soft, sweet, reverential even, wonderful.


"You know," said Draco, breaking the kiss and sitting up. "You never did tell me what you were shouting earlier."


"Oh, well..." Harry blushed and sat up. "It was nothing."


"I heard my name, so it must have been important." Light sarcasm played at the edge of Draco's tone.


"Well, it's probably made itself fairly apparent, but... I'm gay."


"Ah. I always thought so."


"You did?"


"Yeah. Just something in your aura I suppose."


"What a load of crap."


"No, really. I can always tell with guys."


"Hm. Well, what about you?"


"What about me?" Draco raised an eyebrow artfully.


"Are you...?"


"What? Gay?"


"Yeah."


"After an experience like that, how could I not be?"


"Draco, I'm serious."


"You're so cute when you're being earnest." Draco paused. "Yes, I am."


"Good."


They looked at each other in silence for a moment. Then Draco reached an arm out and pulled Harry close to him in a strong, warm, loving hug. Harry returned the embrace, resting his head on the other boy's shoulder and breathing in deeply. This is too right. It can't be real- it's too wonderful.


"Harry, are you happy?"


Harry smiled. "Yes. Are you?"


Harry could hear Draco sigh. "Yes." They stayed there for another moment before Draco spoke again. "I do have one question, though."


"Yes?"


Draco released Harry and they separated enough to for gray eyes to meet green.


"Why are you still wearing clothes?" A pale finger played at the waistband of Harry's pajama pants.


Harry's crooked smile appeared. "Gosh, Draco, I don't know."


Draco matched his lover's coy smile. "Well, I think this is a bit of a problem, if you want to know the truth."


Harry sighed in mock aggravation. "Whatever shall we do about it?"


The blond boy leaned forward and began to kiss Harry's neck. Pleasure flared instantly under his touch, and Harry felt a soft moan escape him as he was lowered onto his back on the robe.


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Just before sunrise, they laid on the grass looking up at the sky, covered by Draco's black robe, feeling the warmth of being next to each other. They were silent for a time, satiated and content, until Harry spoke.


"Draco?"


"Yes?"


"Are we... I mean, are you my boyfriend?"


"Would you like me to be?"


A pause. "Yes, I think I would, if that's okay."


"It's fine by me."


Harry smiled.


"Does that mean that you're my boyfriend?" asked Draco.


"I suppose it does, if that's all right."


"Once again, it's fine by me."


Silence.


"Did you know that Dean and Seamus are lovers?"


"I think I knew it before they did."


Harry laughed. "They told me after they saw us by the staircase."


"I thought they might."


"Draco, do you think we should let anyone know about us?"


Draco turned to lie on his side facing Harry, his weight on his elbow. "I don't think so, at least not yet. If word somehow got back to my father..." He trailed off, a look of pain crossing his face.


"I understand. I was thinking of telling Ron and Hermione, but I think it would be wiser to wait."


"All right. That's definitely your department, not mine."


They lingered on the pitch until the first rays of the sun showed over the horizon. Then Harry stood up. "Come on," he said. "We should get back to the castle before anyone misses us."


They exchanged a long, deep kiss, standing naked in the first light of the morning before they replaced their clothes and walked slowly back to the castle.