Disclaimer: Nothing but Mela and the plot idea belong to me. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

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To Love A Nazi

Chapter 14- Phenomenon

Draco walked into the room. He was still in shock over what had happened only a few minutes ago. He had finally met the wonderful Mela his Harry was always talking about. And she didn't seem so wonderful to him. Wait, back up, his Harry? Where in the hell had that come from? Draco just shook his head and looked around the room for Harry. There he was, curled up in the armchair like he was when Draco left.

"I'm glad to see you back. How was the meeting?" Harry asked without looking up to see whom it was.

"How did you know it was me? The meeting went ......fine," Draco couldn't bear to tell Harry what had happened. Besides, it had gone fine according to how meetings with Hitler usually went.

"You are the only one who doesn't knock before opening the door. And if it was a thief or a murderer, they would have had made the door squeak, you don't. I have a feeling that the meeting didn't go fine, and if I ask you won't tell me anything. So, I'm not going to ask," By the time Harry was done talking, he had gotten up out of the chair and had walked over to Draco.

"You're right. Right about it all. Now, can we please go to bed? I've had a long day and I'm ready to end it," Draco didn't want to mention his meeting with Mela to Harry yet, because he wasn't sure about her intentions.

Draco and Harry got ready for bed. They each got into their side of the bed and said good night. Then they turned off the lights. This was a routine they had had since Harry first got there. Neither went over to the other's side of the bed. Nothing happened.

Well, nothing was supposed to happen. Nothing should have happened. But, when something isn't supposed to happen it usually does happen. And tonight was no exception.

Tonight something amazing started. Draco had been thinking about the meeting he had just had. He knew that soon he wouldn't be able to show his love for Harry like had been. Wait, just a moment there......his love for Harry. Love? He couldn't love. Everything he ever had loved, died. His touch was death. Was it really that his touch was death?

He felt so forlorn that he rolled over to Harry. He needed to be comforted. His arm wrapped Harry. But, that wasn't good enough for him, he needed to feel the warmth that Harry was putting off nearer to his skin. He pulled Harry closer to him.

When Draco had put his arm around Harry, Harry had instantly woken up. He couldn't believe what was happening. Being pulled into a warm body was one of the best things that had ever happened to him. All of men at the camps had only been after sex. They didn't care about him. But, Draco cared so much about what he was feeling.

Draco started to litter Harry's neck with kisses. At first the kisses were soft and gentle. Then they became more and more passionate, wanting. He started to suck, and bite from Harry's neck down his shoulder. Harry started to squirm as Draco's hands roamed up his shirt. Draco wanted to stop those squirming by putting his leg across Harry's waist. His foot roved around there. It was getting closer and closer to Harry's groin.

Harry started to moan as Draco's foot reached his groin. Harry was getting more and more aroused. That's when Harry felt something rubbing against his thigh. Draco was aroused. Draco had noticed that he was aroused when Harry did.

He started to draw back. He was embarrassed about what his body was doing. Harry didn't was to lose that precious moment together. So he griped Draco's arms and held them to him. Draco finally gave into Harry's wanting arms. But, he removed his leg from Harry's waist. Instead he buried his head in the crook of Harry's neck. He started whispering against his neck.

They slept the rest of the night like this, curled up together. In the morning they had a new kind of relationship. It had gone to a new level. They kissed when they woke up. Draco didn't have meetings or anywhere to be that morning so they cuddled in one of the chairs and read, kissed, talked and studied each other.