DISCLAIMER: I only own the plot everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Harry finally reemerged in the Gryffindor commonroom Sunday night. Ron and Hermoine were
the only two in the room.
"Where the fuck have you been? We have been worried sick!" Hermione shouted.
"I was with Draco." Harry smiled.
"Why would you be with that git?" Hermione asked.
"So you went for it?" Ron asked. Harry nodded. "Good for you mate."
"What are you two talking about?" asked Hermione.
"Well, me and Draco are dating now. We spent all weekend together." Harry answered.
"Are you sure that is a good idea? His father is a Death Eater. What makes you think he is not just as evil. Or worse, Voldemort could have ordered him to seduce you or something. He could already be a Death Eater. He-" Harry cut her off.
"OR, maybe he wants to be with me of his own free will. Is that so hard to believe?" Harry sat down on a couch and crossed his arms.
"Harry, it's not that and you know it! Draco has always been a jackass to all of us. Forgive me if I am worried for your safety." said Hermione.
"I can take care of myself." Harry got up and left back to the room of requirement. Draco had left to the dungeons, so he was all alone once again. It looked exactly the way it did when he had stayed there on the first night of school (except there were no magazines).
And there he stayed, furious that Hermione had made sense. And mad at the world for ever putting him in this position. He liked Draco, but what if Hermione was right? What if Draco was only out to please Voldemort?
Then he remembered his dream he had had before he came to school. Why didn't he realize this before? The voice in his dream had belonged to Draco. It kept playing over and over again
in his head.
"This year, you're mine Potter."
"This year, you're mine Potter."
"This year, you're mine Potter."
What does if mean? Would Draco actually turn Harry over to The Dark Lord? He refused to believe it. Draco would never do something like that. But what did Harry know, they had only recently become friendly. Harry had gotten so caught up in the moment he had lost track of what was going on around him. Maybe Harry was just so lonely and lost he didn't realize that he was in the arms of an enemy
Harry wanted so badly for all this to be a dream that he would soon wake up from. But not long
after he had thought that, he had fallen asleep. Only to dream of the pale, blond beauty.
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Harry slept in the next morning. He did not feel like eating anyway. But he knew he had to go to class. Unfortunately he had Potions as his first class. He made sure he was on time.
Draco aknowledged him, tilted his head and mouthed, "Where were you at breakfast?" But Harry kept his emotionless mask and took his seat
Class went by uneventful, except for Neville blew up a potion, causing his desk to become many slivers of wood. Draco occasionally threw worried looks twards Harry, but he ignored them. I took every ounce of dignity Harry had not to run out of class. He hated being stuck there for two hours. So close, yet so far.
His next class was Divination. He was so thankful that he didn't share that class with the Slytherins.
When it finally came time for dinner he realized that he was still not hungry. So again, he retreated to the room of requirement. Soon though, Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. When there came no response, the intruder walked in. Harry stood up when he realized it was Draco.
"You weren't at any meals. Is there something wrong?" Draco asked walking towards Harry.
"Why?" questioned Harry.
"Why what?"
"Why did you go from hating me to liking me in such a short amount of time?"
"I told you, I had always liked you.?" Draco responded.
"Why now then? And be completely honest"
"You want the truth?" When Harry nodded he continued, "As you know, my father a major supporter of the Dark Lord. One night after he got back from a meeting with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named he came to my room and told me that if I ever wish to fallow in his footsteps that I would have to become a Death Eater. But to become one, we have to complete a special task given to us by the Dark Lord himself. Mine was to get close to the famous Harry Potter, and when the time was right... Use a port key that they gave me to take you to the mansion, where they would probably torture and kill you." Draco seemed to have finished.
Harry's eyes had welled up with tears realizing the truth to Hermione's words. He ran as fast as he could to the door.
Draco was alone.
"But I love you..." he whispered as he walked out into the dark hallway knowing there was no one was around to hear him.
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Harry stormed into the commonroom still crying. Ron and Hermione jumped from their sitting positions.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked lovingly.
"Was it Malfoy? I'll kill him!" Ron shouted.
Harry ran to embrace Hermione and sobbed into her shoulder.
"You were right about everything. *sniff* Just like you always are. *sniff* D-Draco was just t-taking orders from V-Voldemort." Harry stuttered.
"I wish I wasn't right. But I love you too much to let anything happen to you." Now tears were streaming down her face, which wasn't to hard these days. All you have to do is tell her that she is bound to fail and she crys like a two year old.
"I know," Harry whispered back.
"I warned you, Harry," said Ron.
Harry glared daggers at him.
"I only meant that you shouldn't have rushed things like you did. You got involved with eachother way too quick." Ron said in his defense.
"How did you get him to tell you the truth Harry?" Hermione asked.
"I told him to tell me why he went from hating me to liking me so quickly, and he told me." said Harry.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other with an 'all knowing expression'.
"What was that look for?" Harry asked.
"Nothing, Harry," said Ron.
"You know I hate being left in the dark! Tell me before I get really mad!"
"Harry! Do noy raise your voice to us! Just because your stupit git of a boyfriend dumped you doesn't mean you can treat us badly. We have been supportve of you since the very begining. You'd think you could at least act like you appreciate us." Ron cried out. Now all three of them were crying. Harry expected Hermione to cry, but Ron? What was the world comming to? Soon Snape will be prancing around in a mini skirt going by the name of Sarah.
"You little fucking bastard! How dare you assume I don't appreciate you. You know I love you guys, but sometimes you can be so clueless as to what is going on around you. I do not know why I tried to confide in you, but be sure to know that I wont be making that mistake again. It's obvious you can not comprehend what I am going through. You two have been too cought up in each other to notice anything." Harry turned his back to his friends. "If I were you I wouldn't go near me unless, that is, you want to be cursed into oblivion."
He made his way to the dorm room.
The last thing he heard was Hermione whispering her goodbyes.
Harry layed in his bed soaking his pillows with tears until the wee hours in the morning.
Ron had never come back to bed that night.
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Harry came to a decision. He would try and forget anything had ever happened. As far as he was concerned, he had no friends and had never had a boyfriend. Ron and Hermione were invisible to him and Dra-Malfoy, he corrected himself, was still just an enemy.
Durring classes and meals Harry could only be defined as a loner. Malfoy often stared at Harry. When Harry caught him doing so he glared at Malfoy with all the anger and hate he had been bottling up throughout the years. Then Malfoy would put on his normal emotionless mask
and finish eating quietly, without looking up.
Thanksgiving came and went without much recognition. The whole castle was now in an uproar due to Christmas. Harry couldn't care less. He had no one to celebrate with. He was reminded
of life at the Dursley's house. But would rather not think about that.
One day in Potions, Harry got the pleasure *cough*not!*cough* of being paired up with none other then Malfoy himself.
"Do what you will. Just don't fuck up the potion, Malfoy." Harry glared.
Malfoy had visibly flinched at the use of his last name.
"You don't have to be so rude." Malfoy pointed out.
"Don't I?" Harry asked. "After all-"
"Don't. Not here. Not now." Malfoy pleaded.
"Why not?" asked Harry. "You were willing to talk about it the other night. Why not now?"
"Because we happen to be in the middle of class! Plus, I do not wish to discuss my orders in
front of a buch of students." whispered Malfoy.
"Fine! But we are going to talk about this whether you like it or not. Meet me in the room of requirement at eight 'o clock tonight," Harry told him.
"Okay, I'l be there."
They finished their assignment quietly and eventually parted and went their own ways.
At seven Harry proceeded to the room of rquirement.
"He had better show," Harry said to himself.
The room had bewitched itself so that the ceiling looked as if it weren't there. The stars shown bright from above, but none as beautiful as the large full moon. The only bit of furniture was a dark blue couch. The bookcase was filled with anti-dark and counter curse books. A warm fire was blazing from within the fireplace.
At exactly eight Malfoy walked in and Harry could not help but think that he had timed it.
Malfoy stood in front of the doorway.
"What am I doing here?" he asked rather impatiently.
"Why would you betray me like that?" asked Harry.
"You mean, like this?" Malfoy dug through his pants pocket and pulled out a small pin with the Malfoy family crest on it. He let the pin fall to the floor. He then put his foot over it and smashed it to pieces.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"That was the port key to the manor." Draco replied.
"Won't your father be mad?"
"Definately. But there are more important things than plaesing my father."
"And what is that?" asked Harry.
"You, of course." Draco smiled.
"I don't understand."
"I love you, Harry."
Harry felt his eyes fill up with tears once again.
Draco came over to sit with Harry on the couch. He gently wrapped his arms around the raven haired God. Into Harry's ear he lightly whispered, "There is no need to cry gorgeous."
"Yes there is. I have been such an ass hole! And you still love me?" Harry asked shyly.
"With all my heart." Draco replied.
"You know, it tore me up inside not being able to be near you... not being able to touch you." Harry blushed.
"We are together now. That is all that matters."
"I love you, Draco."
"I love you too, Harry."
Harry felt warm lips decend upon his. He opened his mouth to let Draco's tongue do the necissary exploring. He felt Draco lift him into Draco's arms and carry him to the bed that now stood against the North facing wall. Still kissing Harry intently, Draco climbed ontop of him. Harry broke away from Draco's soft kisses to slide draco's shirt off. Draco was just as pale as he had always been. Last year Draco had began to get muscles, and Harry had to say he liked them. Not big, but perfect. Draco took off Harry's shirt as well. Harry was very tan compared to Draco, but his muscles were slightly smaller which, in Draco's opinion, was great. He didn't like guys with alot of muscle. Their mouths crashed together once again. Harry struggled to get Draco's pants off. He took off his boxers also. They separated again so Harry could see his lover for what he really was. Perfection. Draco practicly ripped off his pants and boxers. Draco
was very satisfied with what he saw before him. Harry pulled him back to kiss him. Draco reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out some lubrication. Harry moaned as Draco prepared him for entrance. Draco made Harry scream his name again and agian. Once they both reached their climax they collapsed on to the soft pillows and held eachother as they slept.
A/N: please review if you like it. sorry if the sex wasnt graphic. im not really good at that kind of stuff.
Harry finally reemerged in the Gryffindor commonroom Sunday night. Ron and Hermoine were
the only two in the room.
"Where the fuck have you been? We have been worried sick!" Hermione shouted.
"I was with Draco." Harry smiled.
"Why would you be with that git?" Hermione asked.
"So you went for it?" Ron asked. Harry nodded. "Good for you mate."
"What are you two talking about?" asked Hermione.
"Well, me and Draco are dating now. We spent all weekend together." Harry answered.
"Are you sure that is a good idea? His father is a Death Eater. What makes you think he is not just as evil. Or worse, Voldemort could have ordered him to seduce you or something. He could already be a Death Eater. He-" Harry cut her off.
"OR, maybe he wants to be with me of his own free will. Is that so hard to believe?" Harry sat down on a couch and crossed his arms.
"Harry, it's not that and you know it! Draco has always been a jackass to all of us. Forgive me if I am worried for your safety." said Hermione.
"I can take care of myself." Harry got up and left back to the room of requirement. Draco had left to the dungeons, so he was all alone once again. It looked exactly the way it did when he had stayed there on the first night of school (except there were no magazines).
And there he stayed, furious that Hermione had made sense. And mad at the world for ever putting him in this position. He liked Draco, but what if Hermione was right? What if Draco was only out to please Voldemort?
Then he remembered his dream he had had before he came to school. Why didn't he realize this before? The voice in his dream had belonged to Draco. It kept playing over and over again
in his head.
"This year, you're mine Potter."
"This year, you're mine Potter."
"This year, you're mine Potter."
What does if mean? Would Draco actually turn Harry over to The Dark Lord? He refused to believe it. Draco would never do something like that. But what did Harry know, they had only recently become friendly. Harry had gotten so caught up in the moment he had lost track of what was going on around him. Maybe Harry was just so lonely and lost he didn't realize that he was in the arms of an enemy
Harry wanted so badly for all this to be a dream that he would soon wake up from. But not long
after he had thought that, he had fallen asleep. Only to dream of the pale, blond beauty.
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Harry slept in the next morning. He did not feel like eating anyway. But he knew he had to go to class. Unfortunately he had Potions as his first class. He made sure he was on time.
Draco aknowledged him, tilted his head and mouthed, "Where were you at breakfast?" But Harry kept his emotionless mask and took his seat
Class went by uneventful, except for Neville blew up a potion, causing his desk to become many slivers of wood. Draco occasionally threw worried looks twards Harry, but he ignored them. I took every ounce of dignity Harry had not to run out of class. He hated being stuck there for two hours. So close, yet so far.
His next class was Divination. He was so thankful that he didn't share that class with the Slytherins.
When it finally came time for dinner he realized that he was still not hungry. So again, he retreated to the room of requirement. Soon though, Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. When there came no response, the intruder walked in. Harry stood up when he realized it was Draco.
"You weren't at any meals. Is there something wrong?" Draco asked walking towards Harry.
"Why?" questioned Harry.
"Why what?"
"Why did you go from hating me to liking me in such a short amount of time?"
"I told you, I had always liked you.?" Draco responded.
"Why now then? And be completely honest"
"You want the truth?" When Harry nodded he continued, "As you know, my father a major supporter of the Dark Lord. One night after he got back from a meeting with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named he came to my room and told me that if I ever wish to fallow in his footsteps that I would have to become a Death Eater. But to become one, we have to complete a special task given to us by the Dark Lord himself. Mine was to get close to the famous Harry Potter, and when the time was right... Use a port key that they gave me to take you to the mansion, where they would probably torture and kill you." Draco seemed to have finished.
Harry's eyes had welled up with tears realizing the truth to Hermione's words. He ran as fast as he could to the door.
Draco was alone.
"But I love you..." he whispered as he walked out into the dark hallway knowing there was no one was around to hear him.
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Harry stormed into the commonroom still crying. Ron and Hermione jumped from their sitting positions.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked lovingly.
"Was it Malfoy? I'll kill him!" Ron shouted.
Harry ran to embrace Hermione and sobbed into her shoulder.
"You were right about everything. *sniff* Just like you always are. *sniff* D-Draco was just t-taking orders from V-Voldemort." Harry stuttered.
"I wish I wasn't right. But I love you too much to let anything happen to you." Now tears were streaming down her face, which wasn't to hard these days. All you have to do is tell her that she is bound to fail and she crys like a two year old.
"I know," Harry whispered back.
"I warned you, Harry," said Ron.
Harry glared daggers at him.
"I only meant that you shouldn't have rushed things like you did. You got involved with eachother way too quick." Ron said in his defense.
"How did you get him to tell you the truth Harry?" Hermione asked.
"I told him to tell me why he went from hating me to liking me so quickly, and he told me." said Harry.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other with an 'all knowing expression'.
"What was that look for?" Harry asked.
"Nothing, Harry," said Ron.
"You know I hate being left in the dark! Tell me before I get really mad!"
"Harry! Do noy raise your voice to us! Just because your stupit git of a boyfriend dumped you doesn't mean you can treat us badly. We have been supportve of you since the very begining. You'd think you could at least act like you appreciate us." Ron cried out. Now all three of them were crying. Harry expected Hermione to cry, but Ron? What was the world comming to? Soon Snape will be prancing around in a mini skirt going by the name of Sarah.
"You little fucking bastard! How dare you assume I don't appreciate you. You know I love you guys, but sometimes you can be so clueless as to what is going on around you. I do not know why I tried to confide in you, but be sure to know that I wont be making that mistake again. It's obvious you can not comprehend what I am going through. You two have been too cought up in each other to notice anything." Harry turned his back to his friends. "If I were you I wouldn't go near me unless, that is, you want to be cursed into oblivion."
He made his way to the dorm room.
The last thing he heard was Hermione whispering her goodbyes.
Harry layed in his bed soaking his pillows with tears until the wee hours in the morning.
Ron had never come back to bed that night.
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Harry came to a decision. He would try and forget anything had ever happened. As far as he was concerned, he had no friends and had never had a boyfriend. Ron and Hermione were invisible to him and Dra-Malfoy, he corrected himself, was still just an enemy.
Durring classes and meals Harry could only be defined as a loner. Malfoy often stared at Harry. When Harry caught him doing so he glared at Malfoy with all the anger and hate he had been bottling up throughout the years. Then Malfoy would put on his normal emotionless mask
and finish eating quietly, without looking up.
Thanksgiving came and went without much recognition. The whole castle was now in an uproar due to Christmas. Harry couldn't care less. He had no one to celebrate with. He was reminded
of life at the Dursley's house. But would rather not think about that.
One day in Potions, Harry got the pleasure *cough*not!*cough* of being paired up with none other then Malfoy himself.
"Do what you will. Just don't fuck up the potion, Malfoy." Harry glared.
Malfoy had visibly flinched at the use of his last name.
"You don't have to be so rude." Malfoy pointed out.
"Don't I?" Harry asked. "After all-"
"Don't. Not here. Not now." Malfoy pleaded.
"Why not?" asked Harry. "You were willing to talk about it the other night. Why not now?"
"Because we happen to be in the middle of class! Plus, I do not wish to discuss my orders in
front of a buch of students." whispered Malfoy.
"Fine! But we are going to talk about this whether you like it or not. Meet me in the room of requirement at eight 'o clock tonight," Harry told him.
"Okay, I'l be there."
They finished their assignment quietly and eventually parted and went their own ways.
At seven Harry proceeded to the room of rquirement.
"He had better show," Harry said to himself.
The room had bewitched itself so that the ceiling looked as if it weren't there. The stars shown bright from above, but none as beautiful as the large full moon. The only bit of furniture was a dark blue couch. The bookcase was filled with anti-dark and counter curse books. A warm fire was blazing from within the fireplace.
At exactly eight Malfoy walked in and Harry could not help but think that he had timed it.
Malfoy stood in front of the doorway.
"What am I doing here?" he asked rather impatiently.
"Why would you betray me like that?" asked Harry.
"You mean, like this?" Malfoy dug through his pants pocket and pulled out a small pin with the Malfoy family crest on it. He let the pin fall to the floor. He then put his foot over it and smashed it to pieces.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"That was the port key to the manor." Draco replied.
"Won't your father be mad?"
"Definately. But there are more important things than plaesing my father."
"And what is that?" asked Harry.
"You, of course." Draco smiled.
"I don't understand."
"I love you, Harry."
Harry felt his eyes fill up with tears once again.
Draco came over to sit with Harry on the couch. He gently wrapped his arms around the raven haired God. Into Harry's ear he lightly whispered, "There is no need to cry gorgeous."
"Yes there is. I have been such an ass hole! And you still love me?" Harry asked shyly.
"With all my heart." Draco replied.
"You know, it tore me up inside not being able to be near you... not being able to touch you." Harry blushed.
"We are together now. That is all that matters."
"I love you, Draco."
"I love you too, Harry."
Harry felt warm lips decend upon his. He opened his mouth to let Draco's tongue do the necissary exploring. He felt Draco lift him into Draco's arms and carry him to the bed that now stood against the North facing wall. Still kissing Harry intently, Draco climbed ontop of him. Harry broke away from Draco's soft kisses to slide draco's shirt off. Draco was just as pale as he had always been. Last year Draco had began to get muscles, and Harry had to say he liked them. Not big, but perfect. Draco took off Harry's shirt as well. Harry was very tan compared to Draco, but his muscles were slightly smaller which, in Draco's opinion, was great. He didn't like guys with alot of muscle. Their mouths crashed together once again. Harry struggled to get Draco's pants off. He took off his boxers also. They separated again so Harry could see his lover for what he really was. Perfection. Draco practicly ripped off his pants and boxers. Draco
was very satisfied with what he saw before him. Harry pulled him back to kiss him. Draco reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out some lubrication. Harry moaned as Draco prepared him for entrance. Draco made Harry scream his name again and agian. Once they both reached their climax they collapsed on to the soft pillows and held eachother as they slept.
A/N: please review if you like it. sorry if the sex wasnt graphic. im not really good at that kind of stuff.