A/N: I know, I know it's really soon for this…but this chapter will contain a bit of slashy-ness, so if you weren't expecting it, or don't like slash fan fics, either stop now, or be willing to skip to the next chap when it's up. Sorry for the inconvenience. Read and review, and I hope you enjoy. –Ikuro---------------

Da wird auch zweifel sein
da wird unglaube sein
da wird auch zaudern sein
wie alle einsam und allein

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Harry was rudely awoken by the violent beams of sunlight flowing through his dorm window. The rays of the sun danced on his boyish features, and the scent of fall was all over the breeze that softly kissed his face. Rubbing his eyes, and covering his mouth as he yawned, he stood up to stretch luxuriously. Lazily, he trudged towards his trunk and grabbed a dark blue shirt along with black jeans. After tidily fixing himself, he tossed his cloak on, and prepared himself for the day. Before leaving, though, he looked around his dorm. He found it empty. Not Neville, nor Dean, nor Ron or Seamus was to be found. It was entirely empty. Harry figured he may very well find them all chatting in the commons room, and so he headed towards it smiling. That proved a negative. The commons room was empty. And then he remembered, today there was a Quiditch match. Harry moved hurriedly along the corridors as he headed for the Quiditch pitch. The same place he'd later be meeting Draco.

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            Readying himself for the match, he thought about last night. Once more he was wondering if he should even bother waste his time with meeting him. What could be so important to talk about that he couldn't tell me during one of our classes? No matter, I'll find out later, I've got better things to do than sit and worry about Potters nonsense. So with that, he finished putting on his Quiditch robes and set out towards the awaiting Slytherins. He never was great with pep talks, so he made it short.

            "You all know how easy a match this should be. Montague, Bole, make sure no one gets near our goals. Everyone else be on your best. This game is ours" he said, pacing back and forth.

He furrowed an eyebrow. Harry Potter had invaded his thoughts. Damnit, Potter, why won't you leave me alone?  He couldn't let this ruin his game. No, there was no way he'd let Harry Potter make him unable to focus; make him lose the easiest game yet. But, truth be told, Draco didn't mind thinking about Harry. Not in the slightest bit; at least, not anymore. But it was an issue to think of such a bothersome thing when you need to give all your attention to something else; something with more importance.

Harry sat in the Gryffindor stands with Ron, Hermione, Dean, Neville, Lavender and Seamus. He was watching the game, yes, but more intently he was watching Draco. The boy's movements were so swift and accurate. He knew that they'd win, regardless of how many points Hufflepuff had. He looked among the others who were chatting excitedly about whom they thought would win. He racked his brain with thoughts about later events; such as going to dinner this time, taking a nice long shower, and how can one forget; meeting with Malfoy. Harry had long awaited a reply from Draco, but saw no need to rush him or be impatient. After all, it is quite odd to receive a letter from your worst enemy with it asking you to meet. The wind was blowing, whipping his ebony hair about and making his cheeks rosy red. Nipping his nose ever so softly, the wind began to calm.

***

They won. Draco Malfoy had caught the golden snitch. Not that he didn't expect to, but it was still something to be proud of. It was still an achievement. He wondered if Harry was celebrating, on the inside, too. But…why would he be? The only reason he may have been happy was if he held some grudge against Hufflepuff, and wanted them to lose. But as far as he knew, Harry held no grudges; except for the one against him. He'd felt like having a small celebration back in the Slytherin common room before dinner. And so he would.

***

Of course Harry was happy that Slytherin won, but that didn't mean he had to express this outwardly. Especially if the others were to know the reason behind his sudden happiness for the teams winnings of the game.

            "'Ey Harry, you goin' to dinner tonight, right?" asked Ron, fumbling around the room, looking for an assignment he'd needed to turn in yesterday. Harry nodded, silently complying. He left the dorm room, and waited for Ron in the commons room. He didn't see Hermione, so he figured she'd already left for the Great Hall. By now he was beginning to worry; he was thinking that sending Malfoy that letter was all a mistake. What if he made a joke of himself, waiting for him and he never shows? How embarrassing and completely humiliating. When Ron finally got himself situated, they left together. With eating on Ron's mind, and Draco on Harry's.

***

Pansy Parkinson was the most irritating being in the Wizarding world and in the Human world as well. She had seen the letter Harry wrote to Draco, because when he'd tossed it onto the floor the previous night, Blaise picked it up, thinking it was a love letter from someone in RavenClaw. Of course she told everyone in the Slytherin house that would listen, being Pansy Parkinson it was her rightful duty to. Draco decided that he'd reply at the last minute, making Potter anxious with anticipation. He knew that this would get the boy going, and possibly he'd catch a little fury when he did meet him.

            Then he saw him. Harry Potter had walked into the Great Hall, with that Weasel. A strange new feeling rushed over his body. Draco Malfoy was envious. Jealous that Potter made friends so easily, and wasn't forced to hold a conversation with people he'd rather not. Jealous that Potter allowed himself to get close to people and trust them. Envious and angry that Harry had rejected his friendship the first time they met. Why couldn't he, too, be like this? It didn't seem too hard. Wait…what was he thinking? What was making him think about showing emotion to someone else? His only feeling was being cold.

***

            Harry and Ron sat in between Dean and Seamus, who were across from Hermione and Neville. Apparently Hermione had already finished eating long before Ron and Harry had reached the Great Hall. Harry played with the food on his plate quietly with his fork. The others were chatting noisily, laughing and joking and talking of their plans for the next Holiday. Which reminded him…what should he do for the holidays? He could always stay at Hogwarts, alone as usual, and then again there was the other option of going to the Dursley's, and that he did not want to do. He didn't mind, too much though. For if he stayed, there was always the option of going to Hogsmeade. Yes, going to Hogsmeade always made Harry happy.

Since he didn't have an appetite the second night in a row, most likely because he was so anxious about the upcoming event, he pushed his plate in front of him. He looked up at the ceiling, which was made to look like the outside sky. The room was illuminated by the floating candles, which cast shadows of the students who sat on either the far left, or far right. As he was looking at the candles, he slowly dropped his gaze down to the Slytherin house table. He couldn't help but stare at him. Him being Draco Malfoy, of course. A wave of emotions broke out over Harry's body, and he forced himself up from the table. He needed time to think before he met up with him. Time to prepare himself for what he'd say, and anything else that came with it.

***

            Draco turned around, looking for Harry's eyes. He didn't see them. Where had he gone? When he'd turned around entirely, it was then he saw Harry leaving the Great Hall. Once again, he got up to follow. Just as he was doing this, Pansy Parkinson tugged at his cloak.

            "Where you going Drake?" she asked, her ugly pug face getting closer to his as she pulled him in. He thought a moment.

            "I've got better things to do then sit here with you gits all night, don't you know I'm a busy man?" he spat, a grin coming onto his face. A busy man he was indeed. Busy trying to get the attention of a particular Gryffindor.

"Oh I see…" Pansy smirked, "you're shagging someone aren't you?"

Draco made a disgusted face, and made no effort to hide it.

"Of course I'm not, you, bloody nosey prat. And even if I were, you think I'd give you the privilege of knowing so?" Not even this comment made Pansy sod off, she continued to ask. He ignored her though, and turned off to search for Potter. He could be anywhere in the castle now.

Luckily for him though, he wasn't. He was standing by the Fat Lady Painting, leaning against the wall with his eyes shut. Cautious not to give him a scare, he stealthily made his way near him.

            "Potter…" he whispered into his ear. Harry jumped, not sure if he was dreaming or not. He feverishly shook his head, as if he were a mad man hearing voices. Draco laughed inwardly at this, and didn't bother to set the poor boy straight. After he'd calmed though, he did clarify who he was. As if Harry hadn't already known.

            "It's me Potter, you fool. Calm down, I didn't mean to give you a start", he said calmly. Harry looked at him with those beautiful emerald green eyes. Draco had to lower his head before he…before he what? Was he about to blush?

***

Was this real? Was Draco Malfoy standing in front of Harry Potter, speaking civilly?

What did he follow me for? Probably to tell me he won't be able to speak with me tonight…

"I was just going to let you know, Potter", he said, getting closer.

"Let me know what?"

"Well if you let me finish, I'll be able to tell you." He smirked.

"I came to tell you that I am going to be there. You better not to be late, Potter, I don't like waiting on people. If you're even a split second behind, I'm leaving", he warned, moving in even closer to Harry. Harry tried to back away, but must've forgotten that he was up against a wall.

"I mean it Potter; don't make me wait" he said in Harrys ear once more. He breathed onto Harry's neck, causing the little hairs to stand on end. By now, Draco had been merely inches away from Harry's face. He placed his hands on the opposite sides of Harry, pinning the defenseless boy against the wall. The blonde moved his face from his neck, and looked into his eyes.

Silvery gray met emerald green. Staring fiercely at one another, with something more than hate. Both eyes were calm; both eyes were searching the other, looking deep within.

"Kiss me", Draco said coolly, while looking at a nervous Harry Potter. Harry swallowed the lump that had been forming in his throat.

"W-what?" he stuttered, blinking insanely and watching the calm Draco. Draco smiled, and repeated,

"I said, kiss me. If you don't do it, I will". There was a moment's pause, and neither boy moved. Draco shrugged, and leaned into Harry, gently pressing his soft, thin lips against his. Harry flinched, but oddly enough, he didn't resist. What the Hell was going on?

Draco let his arms fall to his side before putting them on Harry's waist. He was now firmly pressing his lips against Harry's, who was giving into him. Just as Harry was getting into the moment they were so enticingly sharing, Draco ended the kiss.

Harry looked entranced; his eyes were shut, and he held a finger to his lips, tracing them, finding it hard to believe that just a second ago, Draco's had been there. Draco smirked at Harry before walking off, leaving a totally confused and quizzical Harry behind.

***

Hermione wiped away tears of mirth, after Harry finished his story. Ron sat there in awe, his mouth gaping wide open. Harry was, if possible, turning a deeper crimson red. Hermione, still bouncing with laughter was obviously finding it hard to gain control of herself. After he got over his shock, Ron nudged Hermione, and then cast a glare at Harry.

            "That prat kissed you?!" he managed to spit out in disgust before dropping his head down to his hands. Harry smiled to himself. Yes, he sure did kiss me…and what an amazing kiss it was, too!

"Ron, this only brings me to tell you and Herm what I've wanted to tell you guys for a while now. It's not secret to me anymore that I may prefer guys over girls. It's not that I was afraid to tell you guys or anything, it's just, I wanted to make sure I told you at an appropriate time. Not just throw it out at you." He stated, feeling and looking relieved that he'd finally been able to be honest with them. But Harry knew it wasn't pure courage that enabled him to tell the truth.

Ron shook his head feverishly before he could find the right words. Hermione, who was no longer finding the situation funny, sat with her lips pursed; looking serious as ever.

"So, what are you trying to say, Harry? Are you telling us you're gay?" he stopped and thought about how he said that; bitterly and disgusted. "I'm sorry if that seemed a bit…rude, or whatever. It's just…well; this is our 6th year together. How is it that no where in-between these 6 years you found an "appropriate" moment, tell us?" he stopped, sure that that was all he needed to say. Hermione still didn't speak.

"Well, Ron, that's about the size of it. Besides, I haven't always been…" he hesitated before going on, "gay."  "Herm…what do you have to say about this?"

Hermione opened her mouth, and shut it. She was obviously hesitant of what to say. In this case, book smarts won't get her anywhere. She needed to use pure common sense when speaking to him, now, about this.

"Well, Harry…all I have to say is this; whoever you fall in love with, is your business. He or she (Harry corrected her, and she restated with just "he") better treat you right, and if they don't" she looked at Ron, "tell us, and we'll show 'em right" she finished, giving Harry a warm smile. Harry, too, smiled; glad that he had the acceptance of the people most important to him.

 So, that was it. He'd admitted to his two closest friends, that he, Harry Potter, was gay. Once again he felt relieved. Not feeling it necessary to say anymore, he left them to wonder what'd happened to their beloved friend. He realized it was drawing near the time to meet him; he hoped he'd be there. But, now it was time for a nice, stress relieving shower. He secretly hoped that maybe a certain someone would walk in.

***

Draco had told a lie to his fellow Slytherins about his reason for going out this night. He'd smiled as he remembered the reaction on Harry's face before and after he kissed him. He planned to do so again, and this time, it'll be in a serene and calm scenario. Whilst walking away from the Slytherin dungeon, he slid a finger along the stony blocks of the wall, tracing their lines and smooth surfaces. The smoothness of these rocks reminded him of the smooth texture to Harry's skin.

***

As expected, the Quiditch pitch was completely empty. Harry sucked in air through his teeth, lying himself on the grass, letting the darkness envelope him as it did the rest of the grounds. Deciding to entertain himself a bit before his awaited arrival showed up, he breathed into the night air, making streams of white appear out of the cold stiff winds.

Touching his skin, the nighttime air seemed to be as soft as it could deceivingly be, and was also undeniably painful.

Harry looked at the moon, which was hanging low in the sky. He'd noticed its red tone. Right away he knew that it was almost nine, for by now, the sun was beginning to set behind the moon, to let it dominate the darkened sky. Fifteen minutes passed, and Harry was beginning to grow impatient.

 It was when he got up and wiped away the wet grass, that he noticed another figure. A silhouette, which was well hidden under the beaming silver moon. They stepped forward, revealing that they had silver hair, and pale skin. Unlike Harry's windblown hair, his was tidily stuck to his head, except for a few strands that were whipping about his forehead. The blonde stepped further out into the field, closer to where Harry was.

            "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting", gently said the drawling voice. Had Draco Malfoy just apologized to Harry Potter? The inky black sky, illuminated by silver starlight and the Giant pearl called the Moon, seemed to be shining brightly; beaming down upon the two boys who were looking at one another.

            "It-it was no problem", Harry stammered. Shocked that Malfoy had apologized to him for something so simple. Draco walked slowly towards the ebony haired boy, who was following his every movement with his eyes.

            "What is it you called me out her for, Potter? Don't you know I cleared all appointments I had to meet you here tonight?" he joked, now close to him as ever. Harry sat back down in the grass, looking up at the sky, the moonlight emphasizing his boyish features. Draco marveled at the young boy before him, who looked so beautiful sitting there in all his innocence. But Draco wanted to take that away from him; he wanted to rob Harry of his innocence.

"I wanted to tell you something…" he started, looking at the boy, still standing. He wrinkled his nose and laughed, "You're so vain, you know." Draco furrowed an eyebrow.

            "No, Potter, I just feel appearance is important for impressions, unlike you" he teased.

Harry went on, "Anyway…I wanted to tell you what I told Ron and Hermione tonight. I'm gay. What this has to do with you…you'll soon find out" he trailed off, almost regretting the fact that he'd taken that Truth potion, also known as Veritaserum. He saw the expression so vivid on Draco's awe stricken face. Moon kissed and ethereal, despite the look on his face, Draco had been one of the most beautiful things he'd ever set his eyes upon.

            "My point is…I like you, Draco. I know, that these past 6 years have been nothing but what seemed like undoubted hate, but…within the last 2 years, I realized that I did have feeling for you besides those of cold. Deeper feelings; some I'm still unsure of, and don't know exactly what they mean…like when I see you sometimes, I feel like someone's grabbing my heart and, I feel…butterflies in my stomach"

Draco looked at him, puzzled.

            "Butterflies in your stomach, Potter? Maybe Madam Pomfrey should-"

            "It's a muggle term; usually they use it when they feel…well…when they feel love sick" he finished. Swallowing hard against the lump rising in his throat. He couldn't believe he told him what he just had. Damn Veritaserum! He cursed himself for taking it from Snape's office.

 He professed his feelings to his enemy. Draco smiled a real, genuine smile. Harry blushed as the fair haired boy touched his cheek. He then pressed his hand against the left side of Harry's face.

***

In the back of his mind, Draco was wondering why Harry was admitting to so much. He was also wondering why he didn't grimace in disgust at the boy's newfound feeling for him. Then, it hit him. Harry had obviously swallowed Veritaserum. There couldn't have been any other explanation. He smiled, once again, but this time, at his thoughts. He figured he'd take advantaged of this; asking Harry as many questions as he could before it wore off. Which reminded him…how many drops had Potter taken?

            "Harry…you've obviously taken Veritaserum, haven't you?" The boy nodded, and tossed a look that said 'why?'

"How many drops?" Harry put up 4 fingers. Damn…he must plan on telling me a Hell of a lot. Possibly he knew I'd ask questions that he should answer honestly?

"Do you have any left, Potter? In the vile, I mean?" Once again, the silent boy nodded. This made Draco smile inwardly, for he too, would take the Veritaserum tonight, in case Harry wanted to question him, too, like he knew he would. That must've been the reason he even had any left. Because he knew Potter would be too afraid to return it to Snape, which would've meant he stole it in the first place.

            "Harry…"

            "Yes?"

            "Do you love me?" Harry looked up at him, and then dropped his gaze to the wet blades of grass in front of him. Then looked at the glazed moon.

            "I cannot answer that" he stated plainly. Draco looked taken aback.

            "But, but you took the truth potion. Four drops at that! How can you not answer that?" he exclaimed.

"I just can't, Draco. I don't know if I feel love for you yet." He answered honestly. Draco, still not pleased with his answer, continued to question.

"Why did you hate me for so many years?"

"I never really hated you, I may have disliked you for your blunt attitude and rude behaviour, but I never, ever hated you."

"When did you realize you truly liked me?"

"When you and I had a fallout in a Quiditch match. You and I both caught the snitch, and as we fought, I became aroused from your bodies touch…we both excused as a reaction just from the touching of bodies, but for me, it meant more. Touching you had…had turned me on, and I wanted to touch you again. And, soon, I began to dream of you…dreaming of you in inappropriate ways." Harry wished he could stop, but it wouldn't allow him to, and after he saw the smile on Draco's face, there was no way he was stopping. "Then, during the day, I'd be fantasizing about you…which is why I would always stare at you during classes" he finished. He had nothing more to say.

Draco gestured a hand towards Harry's pant pocket.  It was his turn to take the Veritaserum. Harry sighed, glad that he was finally volunteering. Harry was afraid that if he continued to question, he'd say more than he'd wanted to, and things would get out of hand.

"How many drops are you taking, then?" Draco boldly took the vile, and dropped 5 large drops onto his pink tongue. Harry gasped silently, almost shocked. But then again, not too surprised, for he knew it'd take a lot to get Draco to be completely honest in a situation such as this. For a moment, Harry's mind went blank. He didn't know what to ask, yet knew that there were a million questions to be asked. So he started.

"Why did you kiss me?" Damn, why didn't I save that for later? After reasonable questions. I'm wasting time…

"I kissed you because it was something I'd wanted to do to you for a very long time, Harry" he called him by his first name. He called Harry Potter by his first name.

"I kissed you...because I'd always hoped and dreamed that someday I would. I couldn't feel a more appropriate time to, whether it was…forced onto you or not"

Harry simply nodded silently, and swallowed hard, not knowing what to think or say besides the next question.

"Did you…did you really hate me?" said Harry, looking away from Draco's gaze. He figured it was only fair for him to ask, since Draco had asked him. He was almost scared for the answer, but his fear subsided when he thought about his last answer, and knew there was no way he could've seriously hated him. He knew that for a fact. There was a bit of a silence, on Draco's end anyhow, causing Harry to look back at him once again. His mouth began to open, and then it shut.

Even with the truth serum, Draco seemed to be letting pride override this, since he was having trouble finding words that obviously should be coming to him. He began to speak, but his lips barely opened, or moved.

"No, Harry…I did not hate you. I wanted to love you. I wanted more than anything to have a real friend; someone who wasn't paid to guard me, someone who didn't fake respect because they feared me. I wanted so desperately to get to know you better. To know you not just as famous Harry Potter…I never hated you, and I doubt I could. And…much as I hate to admit, I have found a weak spot in me" he said, lowering his head, clenching a fistful of wet grass. He let go, lifting his head to look at Harry.

He noticed that Harry had removed his glasses.

"You're my weak spot, Harry. It is you who has given me emotion. You, who have made me weak, but, this weakness…this weakness I don't mind." He finished, dropping his head again.

Harry, momentarily felt bad at being told he was someone's weakness. But, he soon thought, maybe Draco did more than just like him. Maybe Draco loved Harry, and was afraid to love. Yes, Draco was afraid to fall in love. He would ask now, how he felt about him, rather ask if he loved him as he'd asked him. He felt that would add too much pressure, no matter how hard the serum was working.

"So, tell me than…if you don't hate me, Draco, how do you feel about me?"

"I…I...well, I mean…" he hesitated, now lifting his head once more and blinking fervently. "I really, really like you, Harry…and, in fact…it hurts to say this but" he stopped.

"But what?" asked Harry, now looking at the boy who was obviously weary of going on, but he soon continued, more doubt in his voice.

"I love you, Harry" said Draco, tears brimming in his eyes. Trying to fight back these tears, his eyes burned from him trying to widen his eyes, so the tears won't fall.

***
No way! No…this can't be possible. It's too soon for him to…to love me. Isn't it? Hmm…since when did love have a time limit? Uh…this can't be right, he doesn't even…well…sigh

Harry was in disbelief, and Draco could see this. When the two boys looked up at the sky, almost in unison, the rain began. First, in light drizzles, and then it turned into hard, pounding rain. Against Harry's face, they felt like tiny, unstoppable daggers. Harry reached for his glasses that lay wet in the grass, and placed it in an inside pocket to his cloak. His ebony hair was plastered to his head, tangling more and more with each drop of icy water. He stared at Draco, who was shivering as the rain came down now even harder. He wanted badly to warm him, but that wasn't possible when he, too, was shuddering with the wind and rain combination.

***
Draco's thoughts were racing. He was searching Harry's eyes for something beyond the truth. He wanted desperately to hear Harry say he loved him, too. He wanted Harry to return the kiss he'd shared, and most of all, he wanted Harry to be his friend. If he wouldn't love him, he at least wanted his friendship. He followed Harry as he stood up, dropping his head back, and doing what appeared to be dancing in the rain. He felt all the muscles in his face working as a smile crept across his pale, thin lips. Shivering, he stood up, crossing his arms in an attempt to warm himself, and watched at a closer distance his dancing love. Walking up to him, Harry stopped. He stood smiling, and Draco no longer fought back the tears that were formulating behind his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a finger, joined by a few more, and then another hand, gripping his waist. He looked Harry up and down, taking note of the fact that his clothes were now sticking to his body. They'd revealed his nicely shaped abs, and his perfectly tone upper body.

He'd only shut his eyes for a few seconds when he felt the lips of another pressing firmly against his. Draco sighed, feeling Harry wrap both arms around his body now. Then, one of his thoughts slowed down, and he realized that the truth serum would soon be wearing off. He broke away from Harry's kiss, and removed his hands.

"What's wrong? I'm sorry…I shouldn't have"

"No, it's nothing you did. Trust me, you couldn't have done anything better", Harry smiled at him, and then did what seemed like a naughty grin.

"Oh, but I can do something better". Draco smirked, and went on.

"It's just, I don't want the serum to wear off…do you have anymore questions?"

"No, no I don't" he said hastily, beginning to kiss Draco again.

"Harry…it's not that I don't want you to and all, but, well…"he trailed off, looking at his fingers as they fumbled with Harry's shirt buttons. He then looked into Harry's dark, shining green eyes and muttered "forget it", recommencing their kiss, neither giving a damn about the rain pouring down on them. The buttons Draco had been messing with earlier, he was now undoing, rubbing gently a taught nipple on Harry's chest. As they did so, Harry let out a vibrating moan, in which Draco reacted the same, their kiss intensifying with every passing second. Harry's touch against Draco's skin now made him quiver, seeing as now they were icy as the rain above. Slowly he raised an arm, and rested it on Harry's shoulder, moving his hand and playing with the wet hairs on the nape of his neck.

***

When they broke their kiss for a moment's breath, Draco moved a few of Harry's locks out of the way of his eyes, and got on tiptoe to kiss his forehead. Harry returned the kiss on the forehead, without the wiping away of wet hair. As always, Draco's silver blonde hair, -which Harry swore must've been dyed- was stuck to his head, neatly. How would it not be when it was raining so hard? Both boy's were looking at each other starry eyed and loving, accepting the fact they that may very well be in love. Harry'd known all along that he'd fancied Malfoy, but to have the feeling returned, he'd never thought imaginable.

            "You know, Malfoy" he said, grinning seductively, "I didn't call us out to the Pitch for nothing" he finished, before kissing his lips again. Draco's arms now dropped to Harry's waist, locking tightly in the small of his back.

"Is that so, Potter? And to think, I'd thought you'd called me out here to have a quick re-match. You know, seeing as obviously you're still bothered I'd beat you that day, and managed to get you erected." Draco smiled as Harry made an expression of mock anger, and quickly bit Draco's bottom lip. Draco whimpered, also in mockery, and pouted, saying Harry had ruined his beautiful lips, and that snogging would never feel the same. The rain was beginning to slow down, and, removing his hands from Draco's waist, Harry sat down, not caring about wetting his pants since they'd already been soaked. He took off his T-shirt, feeling his mate's eyes on him. At that moment, Draco lost control, and dropping to his knees, he fell into Harry's lap. Not being able to tell if he were sobbing, or if it were the rain itself that was covering Draco's face, he was almost reassured the young blonde was crying when he felt his violent, but silent shudders and jolts.  

            Harry hated to witness a Malfoy crying, especially when he did not know the reason. He stroked the blondes' hairs, and came to the conclusion that they in fact were not dyed. Leaning over, he kissed his forehead, as he noticed his tears were slowly fading, and it was indeed just drops of jewelistic rain.

Draco propped himself up on his elbow on Harry's knee. He sniffled, and looked up at Harry.

            "I'm…I'm sorry" he said, his voice shaky.

            "Why?" said Harry, still stroking the blonde.

            "For crying…for nothing. I…I just looked at you, and realized how beautiful you are, and couldn't help but cry. I'm pathetic"

            "Yeah, you are"

            "What?" said Draco, looking bewildered at Harry's agreeance.

            "Well, you said you cried for nothing, but then you gave me a reason as to why you cried. Pretty pathetic to me. Really, Draco, I'd think you'd know a little by now" he said teasingly, looking down at the blushing Slytherin. Removing his elbow from his knee, he laid his head in his lap once more.

            "How long 'til you think someone'll know?" he said, his gaze fixed on the stars, looking every now and then to Harry, to see the expression on his face.

            "Well, seeing as you've got Pansy in your house, I give it a good 2 weeks. But, she'll only find out if you slip up, Malfoy"

            "Yeah, I'd agree…"

            "I love you, Draco". The young blonde froze. The words hanging like icicles frozen within the air. Draco didn't move, and simply shut his eyes.

            Did Potter just…there's no way he just told me he…he loved me? Did he? I don't want to sound naïve, and ask him to repeat himself…Oh for the love of Merlin, if he really did say that…Draco's heart leapt in his chest.

            Harry leaned down, and whispered the three sweet words one more time in his ear. He then said more words, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Before he knew it, he and Draco were walking up to Gryffindor Tower, passionately kissing and groping up the stairs and along the corridors. They found themselves slipping into random alcoves to have heated make out sessions along the way. It seemed like forever until they finally reached the painting, in which Harry mumbled the password just audible and coherent enough to let them in. The Fat Lady, who had a soft spot for Harry, glared down at him, muttering to him in a motherly fashion, fanning herself and shaking her head in disapproval.

Clumsily stepping into the hole, they were glad to find the common room's empty. Draco pulled away from Harry's lips, looking around the Gryffindor common room with wide eyes.

            "It's beautiful in here", he said, marveling the tapestries and carpeting, as well as the couches. He touched the tables which the students used for homework, obviously. Then, he moved his fingers to touch the cloth which hung over the windows. Smiling, he turned back to look at Harry, who returned a grin.


 Flopping onto one of the comfy red couches, Draco smiled wide as Harry began to undress himself slowly in front of him. He found himself rising, and was in no hurry to hide it. At the sight of this, Harry just began to undress himself even more sexily, taking note of the expressions his tormented lover was making. Draco reached out an arm, grabbing one of Harry's and pulling the raven haired boy-whose locks were still sopping wet-onto him. Harry kissed the boys lips passionately, wanting to ravish him right there, not caring if they awoke anyone in the tower. Draco smiled into the kiss, and broke away for a breath of air.

            "Mm…are you sure you're not supposed to be in Slytherin?"

            "Sure you're not supposed to be in Hufflepuff?" Harry joked in return, noticing the expression on Draco's face, that being mock anger.

            "Why don't be silly, Mr. Potter. Keep it up with those cheap jokes and the only joke here will be the way you look when I get up off this couch and leave you naked", smiled Draco, seriousness dripping off every word. At this Harry's body stiffened, horror seeping across his face as he imagined someone finding him naked. Draco watched as he noticed Harry turn red and giggled softly, holding his chin up and kissing his full lips softly.

            "You're so beautiful" he said before kissing him again, but deeper. When he parted, Harry looked dazed and under hypnosis.

            "I adore you, Draco"   

            "Mm, me too, love"     

            "You adore yourself?"

            "No, silly! I adore you" replied Draco, a bit annoyed but smiling all the same. He put his arms around the Gryffindor's neck, kissing him behind his ear, causing him to receive a reaction he didn't expect. Harry had erected right then and there, and Draco grinned inwardly.

            "You know, some day, you're going to get yourself into trouble. Being so easily turned on and all" said the naughty Slytherin, watching Harry frown slightly.

            "You're one to talk" he replied, kissing his forehead.

Things went on from there. Only they know what happened. Both boys, though, were very happy that night. They'd finally got what they wanted; each others love. The only thing they had to wait for now, was the betrayal. But, who would betray the other first?

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A/N: OMG, thank you all soooo much! You don't know how much I appreciate the reviews. I love 'em! I want to tell Yuzira and Rayniece Malfoy that you two have made my day with your reviews! Ray's made me laugh when I was depressed, and YuZira, your comment was just wonderful! To Yuzira, I hope this chapter satisfies you, and is up to your standards! I'm still taking suggestions, and all criticizing is welcome. To Unxx and so on, you're my best bud (seeing as I know you in R.L, Bethany) Tell me how cute Josh's dog is? Hehe thanks! And now, the following options for next chapter! Sorry this was such a loooong author's note. Oh, and BTW…to Minossi, my dear, poorly mistaken moron…I have read all the Harry Potter books. How in the HELL would I know all I do about the characters had I not at least read the 3rd book? Why, exactly, is it pathetic to write a story without reading anyhow? I never asked you to read my story anyway. Now, back to my pleasant mood!

A. Harry and Draco are caught the following morning sleeping together

B. Draco treats Harry as if nothing happened, to hide it from the school.

C. Ron and Hermione ask more about Harry's new found sexuality

D. A and C happen

E. A and B happen

So review me and tell me. I read all my reviews!