The sappy ending
Harry moaned faintly, his treacherous hands had already made their way inside Draco's shirt and were now stroking his silky smooth stomach. Draco purred happily and rubbed his nose against Harry's.
"Behaving decently didn't really work out, did it?" he whispered against Harry's skin. "Uh...mmmm" Harry agreed somewhat confusedly.
"Wheeeeeere is he?" a voice howled outside. "Where are you keeping him prisoner? You monsters! My beloved Draco-poo"
Harry felt Draco stiffle. "Oh noo, this can't be happening" he whined and hid his face in the hollow beneath Harry's throat. Harry wrapped his arms firmly around Draco.
"There, there "he whispered into his silver blond hair and felt strong and manly. Draco just whined wordlessly, it was obvious that the boy was terrified. "Who is that?" Harry whispered to Draco.
"Pansy, Pansy Parkinson" he answered miserably and caught the opportunity to make a bite mark at Harry's alabaster white throat.
"Oh..." Harry answered, who immediately understood the problem. "Mmmmm" Draco agreed. "Maybe we should..."Harry begun a little undistinctively while he corrected his and Draco's clothes. Soon they both looked presentable again with the exception that they were both pretty wet, Malfoy's otherwise always so neat hair now was a blonde mess and Harry had more bitemarks than a horny cat in march... but other than that they looked perfectly fine. Outside the door, Pansy continued to howl. Each howl made Draco whimper and press himself further into Harry's arms. Harry absently stroked his hair and hoped that this wouldn't continue for reasons that soon would be painfully obvious. Think about... about... potion ingridients... chopped up slugs... bubutop puss... eh... eh... Dudley's bum! Ewww.... That worked, thank you very much.
Draco looked just like a scared little boy, completely different from his usual cool, collected self. Harry kissed him on the forehead. Draco drew a deep breath, stood tiptoe and kissed him back.
"Be strong" they both said with one voice and smiled. Draco's smile changed his whole face as usually and Harry tried desperately not to faint or pounce him. One bad move could ruin their frail self-control. Harry backed away one step as the door flew open and the horrifying silouette of Pansy Parkinson was outlined against the light. Draco gave up a scared squeal and hid behind Harry's back.
Pansy froze up, the air in the room lay thick with hormones and frustration, her gaze slid from Harry's damp shirt, the top buttons missing, to his neck and the bright red bitemarks on it and bared collarbones and further down to Draco crouching down behind Harry, arms wrapped around his chest. Her mouth turned into an O in surprise, then she spun around on her heel running away with an inarticulated scream.
"What do you think your aunt and uncle will say when they find out about this?" Darco whispered, "Cause if I know he right this will be all over school within an hour." Harry shrugged and tried to seem casual
"It won't matter that much. They don't like me regardless I'm straight or gay..." In the same moment Hermione and Ron appeared in the doorframe.
"Harry, Harry? What's happened? "
"We've fought" Draco said smugly and untangled from Harry. "Pansy probably got so upset about all the blood. The dear creature" he added hypocritically.
"Blood?" Hermione echoed in surprise. "Harry, what is going on here?"
"Well...uh...", Harry started. "Just as Dra- Malfoy said, we have been... um... fighting." he ended lamely.
"Fighting?" Hermione asked sceptically while Draco (the cowardly fox) snuk out thought the door behind her back. "
What's that then?" Ron asked and eyed Harry's bitemarks suspicously.
"He... bit me... bad sport uhu?" Harry lied completely truthfully.
"Bit you?" Ron and Hermione asked
"Exactly! And now if you excuse me I really must to go and... wash my hair!" Harry answered now somewhat desperate and pushed past Ron. He chose to ignore Hermionie's "Looks like you've already done that..."
Harry twisted in his bed. He was one upset, frustrated mess. A whole week had gone by and Draco... Malfoy completely ignored him. It was intolerable. He just sat there and looked unaffected while Harry was one big blushing mass. Apparently it all had been some perverse game to him. Harry gritted his teeth and tangled himself into his sheets.
Then he heard a discreet cough outside his bed. He peeked out with his clear green eyes under a sooty ruffled hair.
"Harry?" It was Draco's voice! Harry's heart began to beat violently. "I... I..." Draco's face became slowly visible in the darkness. "I'm sorry... I've really tried... but I can't do it! I know that you don't want to have anything to do with me and... and..."
Draco's voice cracked. "I simply can't live without you!" He couldn't say anything else because Harry had thrown himself out of bed and flung his arms around him.
I don't want to be without you either," he stated violently. Draco's face lit up. "You mean..." he said and Harry kissed him. A long kiss slowly stopped as the boys climbed into Harry's bed.
"I love you, Potter" Draco whispered and kissed Harry's nose. "I love you too, Draco" Harry whispered back to him and wrapped his arms around him. "Good", Draco muttered sleepily and buried his nose at Harry's throat. Harry sighed happily as he slowly drifted off in sleep, face buried in Draco's hair and his hand inside his pyjama.