Title: Harry Potter and a Slytherin Love

Author: Yih

Author's Note: This is a SLASH HP/SS story with a very good friendship story for HP/DM. That's your warning, if you don't like slash then go read my other stories! I happen to be a very open minded individual and can see the beauty of both types of relationships. Isn't that fun?! I think it is ^_^;;. R+R for more! Reviewer thanks below!

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling ^-~ I wished I owned something, but I don't more the pity.

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7: Boyfriend Stealer and Drinking Vodka (June 7, 2003 to June 8, 2003)

He must have been in a generous mood with Draco; he must have been or how else had he gotten blown into the wall with the simple disarming charm? He shook his head and took the hand that Draco offered him. Once he stood on his feet, he felt a dizzy spell take over him and if Draco hadn't been there to catch him he would have collapsed gracefully into the floor. He let Draco hold him for a bit until he felt the fuzziness in his brain clear up. "Let go."

Draco narrowed his eyes to slits as he refused to release his friend from his embrace. "I don't bloody think so Harry. You just collapsed on me, you foolish Gryffindor. Have you been taking care of yourself ? I haven't seen you in the dining hall for the last week! You dumb prat," he hissed into his ear, "have you been eating or have you just been moping around since his rejection?"

"I eat," Harry defended, but he hadn't been able to get a decent night's sleep since Severus had abruptly cut off contact with him since their lover's spat. Harry had already known that Severus was the most important person to him, but having Severus push him away was even more of an enlightenment. It didn't help things that no matter what he did he couldn't attract Severus's attention.

He'd even tried waiting for Severus on the bed completely naked. That had been an utter failure. It was one of the few times Severus had resisted his charm so effectively. All he knew was that Severus was holding a deep grudge against him for some reason, it couldn't be the two years could it? If anyone was to hold a grudge for the two years spent apart, it should be him! He shook his head and shoved at Draco's chest. "Let me go."

"Have you been sleeping?" Draco questioned sharply, taking in the dark circles underneath his friend's usually bright and brilliant green eyes. "No," he answered for himself, "you haven't. Are you trying to make yourself pathetic to gain Severus's pity? You know bloody well that won't work!"

"I..."

"You're going to sleep," he muttered, grabbing Harry by the arm and dragging him to his room. He wasn't about to let his best friend out of his sight until he saw him fed and asleep. "No wonder you've been avoiding everyone like the plague for the last few days. Your students are scared to death of you more than Severus now. You must have been giving them a hellish workload. "Damn it, Harry, you need to take better care of yourself! And you are going to eat and rest in my room, and hopefully I'll let you out after a few days. I'll manage the Dueling Club by myself and all the classes until I think you're well enough.

"I thought that getting back together with Severus was suppose to make you happier and healthier. Don't think I'm not blaming you a bit for this ordeal that you're in, you should have done the bloody right thing and send him some letters by owl when you were in Australia like I told you to. But no, you being Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived knew exactly what you needed. You love him; you want him; you need him. I had just gotten you mentally stable the past six months, and now you've reverted back to your depressive state? Prat! Git! Prat!"

Harry sighed as he fell into the daybed that Draco kept in the sitting room. "I'm not depressed."

"Like hell you're not," Draco shouted back. "You forget that I've lived with you for almost two years, so I know how you're feeling whether you don't know what you're feeling or not. I think I probably know you better than Severus at this point." He waved his wand angrily, calling a house elf. "Bring Professor Potter food and you will stay here, Dobby until he has eaten a decent meal, do you understand me?"

"Dobby understands."

"And when he's done, make sure he sleeps! I'm going to have a talk with your ridiculous lover."

"Don't," Harry pleaded. "I don't want him to know."

Draco gave Harry a look of disbelief. "Well, he should know what he does to you. Before, I use to think that he cared about you more than you cared about him, but after seeing how it's been the last two years I know you care for him probably more than he does for you. But I want to know if he even loves you the way you love him. I think you deserve to know; I think I deserve to know."

Harry flinched, he knew what Draco was insinuating. How did he not know? It'd been, what, nearly a year ago when Draco had confessed that he had feelings for him? It hadn't been those flirtatious and teasing comments about him being delicious or tempting either. It had been serious, quite serious. "Draco, I'm fine. I'll eat and I'll sleep if you stay here with me. All right?"

"All right."

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He'd avoided Harry deliberately for the first half of the week, and when he'd wanted to see Harry--- Harry hadn't been anywhere in sight. He'd even gone to Harry's classroom to try to make amends for acting like a git, but he had found Draco teaching the class instead of Harry. Since he didn't want to ask Draco where Harry was, he didn't even bother entering the room once he'd seen that it wasn't Harry inside. So instead, he'd gone wandering around the hallways of Hogwarts trying to get his mind off of worrying about Harry.

That damn Gryffindor was going to be the end of him. He stalked down the hallways for a good hour before he finally decide to head back to his quarters in the dungeon and drown his misery with as much alcohol as he could consume before he passed out. At least getting drunk would give him some way to knock himself out so he didn't have to think about Harry and how awful he'd been to Harry.

While it was true that Harry had taken him for granted, it wasn't without reason. He couldn't expect Harry to let Draco do a fair share of the work, that wasn't Harry's nature. Harry wanted to help people like he'd help Severus. He just didn't want Harry to help Draco of all people! Wasn't it bad enough that Draco was still doing all those blasted innuendos again? Didn't Harry see how crazy Draco was for him? Best friend indeed! More like boyfriend stealer!

He doused the shot of vodka he'd poured himself. This was pathetic, he was jealous of Draco--- Draco Malfoy! What was the world coming to when he was envious of a Malfoy? Well, Harry was avoiding him and Draco was teaching his classes, which only meant that Harry was speaking to Draco. Grrrrr... how bloody frustrating! He should go talk to Harry, but the alcohol was quelling his inner voice quite nicely.

No guilt now was seeping into his conscious. Instead, Harry was going to have to come to him and speak to him. Yes, Harry was going to have to get down on his knees and apologize profusely, not like the bratty Gryffindor would. Whatever, as long as Harry came back and denounced Draco, he was in a reasonable enough mind to forget Harry of any of his transgressions.

It was no wonder he despised it when he was drunk, he thought blearily. He was such a poof when he was this incapacitated. He sighed and wearily made his way to his bed where he collapsed onto it. It wasn't long before he blissfully passed out, quite aware he was going to be cursing all hell tomorrow when he woke up with a pounding migraine that'd split his head into two. But right now, it was all worth it.

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True to Draco's threats, he didn't allow Harry to get out of bed, putting a body bind on him to keep him in bed and got Dobby to willingly force feed Harry. Thus, Draco left to teach Harry's classes and his own as well as organize the meeting for the initiation of the Dueling Club. They'd decided jointly that they'd allow anyone whose name was on the signup sheet to try to get into the club. But the set limit was still 15 and that there'd be duels to settle who'd get in. It was also a fairly clever way to demonstrate dueling.

Of course, it was better to be in the later rounds rather than the earlier rounds. The experience in watching was definitely helping those that bothered to pay attention, Harry and Draco decided. And Draco had promised Harry that if he ate and slept the next two days, he'd allow Harry out of bed to be at the first meeting. Since there were about 50 students whose name was on the list, they figure it'd take a few hours to get through and if one lost, they were automatically out.

The ease of who won and the difficulty of the spells would determine which 15 of 25 they'd take. Overall, they were hoping that it'd all be decided by the end of the night. Neither of them expected it to be too long. Draco for one was still itching to confront Severus, but managed to hold the urge in for Harry's sake. How did he get into this position? He thought seeing Harry as a pitiful lovesick young man was suppose to make him feel pity not sympathy. And he certainly hadn't expected him to fall for him while he was in a depressed state either!

But he had, oh had he fallen for Harry. Yet there was no blinding way Harry was ever going to feel the same way about him until he got over Severus if he ever got over Severus. Draco sighed and pounded his head into his desk. He thought he'd been getting over Harry and moving on. That last shag he'd had a month ago had helped relieved his sexual frustrations, and he'd even totally forgotten about Harry's tight, cute ass for a few days. This was getting bloody ridiculous.

Ugh. He stared at the piles of parchments he had to grade. No wonder the students had been relieved when they'd seen him enter into the classroom. Professor Potter had given them so much homework that there was no way they could complete it without losing precious hours of sleep. Half of the students had done a half decent job, while the rest had tried to get by with doing a shoddy job. To that that tried, Draco marked accordingly to those that failed to attempt he failed them. If Harry wanted to take a page out of Snape's book of how to be the most heinous Professor so be it.

It was midway to morning when he finished grading and made his way to his rooms, where he found Harry waiting for him on his bed sleeping. When his eyes rested on Harry, he felt all the blood rush to his groin at the sweet sight that Harry made lightly snoring. Grrr... he was way too tempting and sexy for his own good. Damn Harry's sexy ass. Damn it all! And what the hell was the Boy Who Lived doing in his bed?

"Harry WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?" Draco roared, his pent up frustration of being a constant state of arousal the past few weeks unrelieved was telling on him. That and why couldn't he be lusting over someone available, even if it was Weasley? He shuddered, he wasn't that desperate. Unfulfilled desires were still better than Weasel.

If he was expecting to startle Harry, he was greatly mistaken when Harry turned around and looked at Draco with bloodshot eyes and dark circles that lined his under eyes. "You're back," Harry whispered hoarsely. "What took you so long?"

"Why haven't you been sleeping?" Draco demanded. "You need to sleep, Harry! You look like the living dead!"

"I have been sleeping... a little," Harry finished lamely. He'd never been good at lying to either Severus or Draco, to others it was as simple for him as speaking parseltongue. He didn't even realize he was doing it when it needed to be done. But in general he liked to be truthful and honest. That combined with the knowledge that Severus and Draco knew him so very well--- it was impossible to lie to them it seemed.

"It still doesn't explain why you aren't in your bed," Draco responded testily. He'd already been thinking of Harry's ass on the long walk from their classroom and having Harry draped so temptingly in his bed wasn't helping to get his focus off his lust.

"I... I didn't want to be alone."

Whatever throbbing desire that made his groin ache was forgotten in Harry's need to be soothed. Sometimes Draco wondered why he let himself be Harry's trashcan bin for these past two years, but he knew. Harry had been his garbage dump for nearly five years in their war with Voldemort and he had never once complained. While Harry hadn't fallen for him, being far too busy shagging Severus, Harry had been there for him when Draco had needed him. And he was never put off by how hard Draco tried to push him away.

"Come here," Draco muttered, holding out his arms. "I'll hold you until you go to sleep. How about that, you big bratty Gryffindor?"

Harry smiled weakly and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. "Thanks, Draco."

"If you ever mention to anyone that I'm a softie, I'll castrate you."

"You wouldn't," Harry murmured knowingly. "You couldn't."

"Oh, yes I would," Draco retorted. "Yes, I could."

Whatever response he was waiting for Harry went unanswered because the prat had fallen asleep finally. It was about time!

~

"Morning, sleepyhead," Harry greeted Draco cheerfully. The dark shadows underneath his eyes had faded away that they were nearly indiscernible. But if one cared to look closely, they were still there just not as blatant as before. But overall, Harry looked a heck of a lot better than he had been. "Are you going to get up or do I have to go to breakfast by myself?"

Draco blinked. "You're going to breakfast?"

Harry nodded. "If you let me out of the room..."

"You do look better," Draco remarked after he'd carefully surveyed and studied his best friend. "Much better than you looked yesterday. You don't look like you're about to drop dead. About yesterday," he began with a hitch in his voice, "I think you should tell Severus about the hell you've gone through. But I was joking about deserving to know."

Holding Harry as he slept last night had made the feelings toward Harry increase, but he knew it wasn't going to do them any good for him to make Harry have to consider him too. Harry was struggling enough with Severus. Besides, if those two ever worked out their problems they'd be perfect for each other. The two stubborn gits! Severus brought out the best in Harry, and Harry brought out the very best in Severus.

"I don't believe you," Harry stated bluntly, "but you're the best Draco." He gave Draco a hug and then dragged his friend out of bed. He wanted Draco to understand that he knew Draco was giving up for the greater good, since he knew that Harry was madly in love with Severus but that didn't mean Draco hadn't been serious. Draco had been serious, and Harry felt that if he owed anyone anything it was Draco. So he was going to try his damn best to not let Draco worry about him, which meant he had to approach Severus somehow. The question was how?

"I know," Draco responded with all his customary arrogance that said Malfoy all over. "I know, I've always been the best friend that you've ever had and ever will have. I know that, I know that all too well."

"You're starting to sound like Gilderoy Lockhart."

Draco shuddered. "You must be joking, I'm nothing like that nancy boy!"

Harry chuckled, a raw sound that his voice box wasn't use to. "It's too easy to get a rise out of you."

"You are such a prat."

"If I'm a prat, then you're a git."

"If I'm a git, then you're a stupid Gryffindor!"

"Slimy Slytherin!"

Both Draco and Harry cracked smiles that they had been too long been without. It'd been a long while since they'd teased each other in such a lighthearted mood. While Draco watched Harry laugh himself out of his fit, he wondered if this carefree air would translate into more happier tones for Harry's relationship with Severus. Draco really hoped so, but he wasn't about to get too optimistic and leave things to chance. If Harry didn't act soon, he was going to act for him.

He hated seeing his best friend miserable, not when Harry ought to be happy. The whole mess with the public opinion of Harry was bad enough, but Severus wasn't helping matters either. Drat it all! Coming back was suppose to make Harry happy, beyond happy but instead they were in another muddle. Grrr... life never did turn out the way anyone expected it to turn out. Too bad, what a pity.

"Draco?"

Draco snapped his head toward Harry.

"Look down."

Draco glanced down and saw that he was very, very naked.

"You look good."

Draco flushed a deep, violent crimson.

Harry smirked, a smirk that was undoubtedly rubbed into him by hanging around Draco far too much. "You must have been using your brain if you didn't notice I pulled the covers off. Come on, let's go. You don't want me to sink back into that depressed state again do you?"

Draco shook his head quickly, and then saw a strange look come over Harry's face. "Say what you want to say."

"When the HELL DID YOU GET NAKED?"

Draco winced, but it was a good wince. Even though he knew Harry was hiding besides a mask of 'I'm okay, you can lay off of me' it was a good sign that Harry was under control and ready to be his persistent Gryffindor self. That attribute was definitely going to help him get Severus back. Actually, it was the only thing that was probably going to get Severus back. That stubborn prat didn't know when to quit.

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Author's Note: Wow, much better reviews! Thanks, I loved all your suggestions and helpful comments. It's nice to know someone appreciates my writing. I love you reviewers! A Slytherin Love wasn't suppose to be this long, I mean it was suppose to end at chapter 4/5, but it's still going! Well, I sort of fell in love with the neat friendship I created with Harry and Draco. It's too fun. BTW Severus makes a BIG appearance in the next chapter! Stay tune!

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Next Chapter: Dueling Club and Bridging the Gap

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Thanks to: Tany, Nadie, Heather, lil_angel, and atalante.

BekaJWP: I agree, Draco is a GREAT side character and I'm planning to delve into his character more before dipping out. Actually, in all of my stories I always have strong side characters that end up being the favorites over the leads = ).

xikum: You'll have to wait another chapter or two before they make up and by the 3rd chapter, they'll probably be shaggin' again ^_^. Dueling Club will be coming up in the next chapter.

BELOVEDbyWAR: You are definitely a muse = ). I don't really see Harry as the jealous or possessive type. I see Harry as being more trusting, thus is not insecure and thus would not be jealous over someone. Especially jealous, possessive can be worked in. I'm thinking of it and I need to introduce Remus and Sirius, any ideas how?

Sela: Thanks, I like the bonding theory too. Yup, the out will make them appreciate each other more! You got the pt. right on!

Lina Inverse the Dramata: Thanks! I don't know if I could pull off a convincing trio, but it's definitely an option I'm still considering ^_^.