Sorry its been so long.  I lost my slash disk and I finally found it under my bed! Thank god!  This chapter is full of crazy angst.  But aren't all my slash fics?  Say wha wha.  Okay whatever I'm out.

 Enjoy.

Chapter Three

My father, with those cold silver eyes stares down at me.  Harry hugs me tighter, closer to him.  I can feel him trembling next to me, but wait, that's me shaking isn't it?  McGonagle, that prat, looks like she's going to be sick.  And Weasley looks as if he's going to kill me.  I can see Granger there too, eyes popping unattractively out of her face.

In a blink of an eye everyone starts screaming and yelling at once.  My father makes a reach for me but Harry clings to me as I to him.  It's a blur as I hear McGonagle shouting about practicing 'unacceptable' and 'unnatural' behaviors.  My father grabs me and Harry and I lose our grasp on each other as he pulls me off the bed.  I cling to one of the sheets trying to cover myself as he smacks my face and swears terribly and quickly at me.  He continues to beat me but I can think of one and only one thing; if Harry's alright.

I can barely see out of the corner of my eye Hermione crying as she keeps asking Harry repeatedly why he chose this. Weasleys' face is as bright as the violent color of his hair.  As I hear my father say something about teaching me better then this, I hear Dumbledore raise his loud voice.

"SILENCE."  The room gets quiet; my father holds onto me still as if we've been frozen completely in time.  I silently thank that wise old man in my head.  I couldn't take my father shaking me and yelling for much longer.

"I allowed these boys to be alone up here for a reason, Lucius.  Please let go of your son and perhaps let him explain himself?"  He speaks with such calmness it seemed as if he were at a dinner party rather then being in a room with two naked boys who just had passionate sex and a group of angry and disgusted people.  My father lets go of me and I take my wand and quickly say a spell that put clothes onto my body.  I do the same for Harry, and we both sit on the edge of the bed.  Everyone waits for one of us to speak, but I know I can't. Why do I have to explain this to them?    What is there to explain?  My thoughts are interrupted by my fathers sharp voice.

"Draco I want you to tell us all right this moment that you have made a mistake and you did not mean for all of this.."  He looks at the tasseled sheets and bed pillows. "To happen."

"But..it's not a mistake…"Harry murmurs quietly.  He looks at me and says "Right, Draco?"  I hesitate.  Maybe if I just lie and say it was nothing this could all be over.  Maybe if I just ignore the idea of ever being with Harry again.  I can say it was all a big misunderstanding, a joke, even.  Maybe if I…

"No its….you're right, Father, we didn't mean for this to happen.  I don't know what came over me."  I say, and look at Harry quickly to see his face fall.  I try to give him a look that says I'm trying to save both of us, but I'm not sure if he understands that.  I see my father straighten up and look to the other adults in the room. 

"Good. Now get back to what you should be doing, Draco.  I do not want to hear about you being with any more…"  Fags, Father? Go ahead say it, I can take it asshole. 

            "Well then, if you and Harry would like to take the remainder of your days classes off, that's fine with me boys."  Dumbledore smiles now, that little glow twinkling in his eye.  He knows, oh God he knows I was lying.  I pray he doesn't tell my Father.

"Thank you, professor.'"  I say, and they all leave, giving us strange and confused looks as they pass the bed.  My father looks at me before closing the door.

"Coming, Draco?"  He growls.  I nod.

"I just need to set Potter straight, Father.  I'll see you soon then."  He nods and leaves.  As soon as the door is shut, I turn to Harry.  He looks extremely angry.  I start to speak.

"Harry listen I-"

"No Draco, you listen.  You're a fucking dick you know that.  Why did you do this?  Why would you lie to me like that?  That, this.."  He points to the bed and looks at me.  "Meant nothing to you? You're a real bitch you know that Malfoy."  His words cut through me like a blade and make me shiver.

"Harry please. I love you…I love you.." I start to shake and he grabs my arm.

"Please say it was pretend.  You were just…denying it…for you dad?  And everyone?  Right Draco, right?"  He whispers, looking into my eyes.  Those green eyes look so sad now.  I miss that sparkle..

"Oh God yes Harry.  I love you so much it hurts.  If I lost you I couldn't look at you ever again because you're so beautiful it makes me cry.  You're like my air I can't live without you I know I can't.  I love you more then anything Harry."  My body begins to tremble more and I can feel hot tears starting to fall down my face.  Harry envelopes me into his arms and our bodies become one again.  He strokes my hair and cheeks and tells me its okay; he understands why I couldn't tell anyone.  This is what I've been waiting for all my life.  This is what I needed.  This is my Heaven.  And Harry is the most magnificent angel there is.

Whew I was so close to making Harry staying mad at him for a long time  but then I would've mad myself cry.  Thanks for reading everybody! :D