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Warnings:  This is rated R for a reason.  For language and (at the moment) implied sexual contact between two males.  The intimate scenes will become a small bit more graphic later on, but for now, it will just be implied.  If the thought of two males kissing, touching, or having sex bothers you, HIT THE BACK BUTTON NOW!!

Chapter Four

As excited and impatient as Harry was to get to his room and go through his moms trunk, he couldn't bring himself to leave his and Draco's secret room just yet.

He wandered over to the couch that they had transfigured out of one of his old boots and sat down remembering how all of this had came about.

Even after almost six months of being with him, he still couldn't get over just how much love he felt for the other boy.

He also, at times, couldn't help but to get upset over having to hide this relationship from everybody.

None of his friends knew, not even Ron and Hermione.  They would never understand, Harry thought for what had to be the millionth time in the last week alone.  Not to mention what Lucius, or Voldemort for that matter, would do to them if they ever found out about this relationship.  Draco had accepted the Dark Mark just a few months before they started this relationship.  Harry had accepted it.  Not only that, but after hearing a few stories about the so-called Dark Lord, Harry could actually understand why someone would join him.  That thought in itself scared him at times.  What terrified him was to find out just how many similarities that he and Voldemort shared.

What had happened to bring them together was so unbelievable that even he woke up sometimes and thought it a dream until he found a love bite in a peculiar place. 

A scratch beside that birthmark (an oddly enough snake shaped birthmark) that was on his thigh. 

Saw the bruises on his hips from Draco's roving hands during a rambunctious love making section. 

Feeling sore in places that he knew didn't hurt after riding his broomstick. 

Although, I was riding a broomstick, Harry thought.  Just not my Firebolt.  He laughed at the thoughts going through his head.

(Flashback- the end of Harry's sixth year)

"Watch just where the fuck you're going, Potter!" Harry heard from behind him as he was making his way back to the Gryffindor Tower from the Great Hall after supper one night.

It was close to the end of the term and Harry and Malfoy had been in detention more times than in the past five years combined.  All he wanted to do was go just one day without crossing paths with the dangerous boy.  The reason for not wanting to see him wasn't exactly not wanting to get into trouble, it was the fact that he found the gorgeous boy more irresistible each and every time he saw him. 

If he didn't kill Malfoy, he just might end up shagging him to death.  That was something he didn't even want to think about.  It was okay with him if he was gay, but he did NOT want to be drooling over one of his top four enemies.  Draco happened to be number three on his list with Lucius at number four, Snape at two, and that fucking Lord Voldie at prime position number one.

"What the hell are you talking about?  I'm not even in your damn way!" Harry yelled back at Malfoy.

"Listen, Potter, just stay out of my way for the rest of the term and I just might let you live," Draco said in a decidingly sensuous tone of voice, that if Harry let it, could tell him to do anything and he would without question.

"LET me live, Malfoy?  You couldn't kill me if I tied my hands behind my back and let you have free aim at me with the killing curse for three days time," Harry said in a voice that had certain parts of Draco's anatomy quivering at the sound of it. 

Not that Draco would ever admit it.  He'd kill himself first, and that was in the top ten things that a Malfoy never did.  Well, both of them were, actually.  Giving up (suicide) or giving in (to love or anyone beneath them) were unacceptable as a Malfoy.

Instead of talk, Harry wanted to do something else.  Whether it was to fucking kill Draco (when in the fucking hell did I start thinking of him as Draco) or shove him into the wall and just fuck him, Harry couldn't decide.

Draco made up his mind for him.

The next thing Harry knew, he was falling after being punched in the jaw.  He waited for the impact with the wall that he knew was coming, but it never did.  Instead, he hit the floor.  He looked up and saw a bloody wall in front of him.  Directly in front of him. 

With his feet on the other side of it?

It took Harry a second before realizing that he must have fell through one of the few invisible walls in the school.  There was only one other that he knew of in the castle and he had learned of it by the Marauders Map.

Looking around, he decided that nobody could have been there for many, many years.  It looked desolate.

Then he suddenly felt something tap against his leg.  He looked down and saw a foot slipping through the wall.  That stupid idiot Harry thought as he sat up, grabbed the foot, and pulled.  Hard.

Must have been harder than he realized because instead of Draco stumbling through the wall, he fell through it and landed directly on top of Harry.

They wrestled around on the floor for what seemed like hours but in reality were only minutes.  Both were trying to gain control over the other.

That's when it happened.

Harry went to roll left as Draco went to lunge the same way and suddenly their lips met.

Instead of pulling back, both boys let their emotions take over and before they knew it, they were both panting for breath and pulling at the other boys clothes.

Hours later, they were startled awake when they heard a yell from beneath them in the dungeons of the school.

Harry, trying to gather his bearings as of where he was, quickly realized that not only was he naked, but a naked Draco Malfoy was lying on top of him.

Both had sworn that it would never happen again, but they were both constantly drawn to each other.  Again.  And again.  And again.

By the end of the term, they were meeting at least three times a week and neither had wanted to stop.  On their last day together before they had to go home, they had professed love for each other, but they swore to  keep their relationship a secret for as long as they saw fit.  If it meant they would be hiding this relationship from the world forever, they would do it, just to keep the other safe from his friends and/or family.

(end flashback)

Yeah, we've had a hell of a last six months, Harry thought as he drug himself out of his thoughts and forced himself to leave the secret room that this had all started in.

Thankfully, Draco made Head Boy this year or we would never get any rest on this hard arse couch.  Thank Merlin for that private room and big bed, Harry thought, rubbing his now sore ass from only a little while of sitting on that damn couch.

He checked to make sure that nobody was around with a little sneak-easy spell that Draco had taught him and quickly fled to his dorm room to go through his mothers trunk.