Once Harry had finished throwing up, he moved over to the shower and turned
it on. He stripped himself of his white satin pyjama's and stepped in
allowing the water droplets to trickle down his nicely tanned muscular
body. His mind then wandered to Draco, it seemed to do that so often know
they were separated.
Flashback
A week after Harry had rescued Draco, the Slytherin Vs Gryffindor quiditch match took place. Of course the brave Gryffindor's had triumphed leaving the Slytherin's disgusted and disappointed that the boy-who-lived-to-annoy- them had once again beaten them.
Harry, who was in no mood to celebrate, still lingered in the shower. The rest of his team mates were already in Gryffindor tower making as much noise as they could with the celebration party.
He heard the changing room door bang open and close but thought nothing of it, assuming it would be Ron checking up on him.
"I'll be out in a minute." Harry yelled turning off the water and wrapping a fluffy white towel around his waist.
When he came to the bench on which his clothes were spread he realised that instead of Ron waiting for him it was Draco.
"What are you doing here Draco?"
"I...came to say...thank you Harry."
Neither teen seemed to care that they had somehow switched to first name bases.
"For what?"
"Saving me."
"If it had been anyone else I would have done the same." Harry shrugged searching discreetly (or so he hoped) for his boxers.
"Looking for these?" Draco grinned holding up a pair of bright yellow boxers with orange suns on them, up for Harry to see.
Blushing, Harry nodded, sliding them on and discarding the towel, throwing it into a corner.
"And I know you would have..."
"Draco don't, I...why were you trying to you know kill yourself?" Harry suddenly asked without really meaning to, his curiosity had got the better of him and it had just slipped out.
"I didn't think I had the strength to live, I'm still not sure I have." Draco admitted.
"But why, there has to be a reason for it."
"There is...Voldermort."
That explained everything to Harry who knew so much about the Dark Lord, but that was only because he had either seen it or it was already a part of him. Before Harry could answer and show his support towards Draco, he'd departed from the changing room and Harry was in no fit state to go running after him.
End Flashback
Blaise (a spy for Voldermort which Draco only knew) had come to visit the blonde in Hogwart's infirmary. Over the seven years at school with Draco they had become friends and Blaise had fallen in love.
He sat upon the edge of the bed stroking the soft blonde locks but gaining no response.
"What have I done, this is all my fault." Blaise whispered to the motionless body of Draco.
Flashback
A sixteen year old Blaise Zambini bounded into the Slytherin common room and over to where his boyfriend, Draco was sitting reading a book.
"Hey there gorgeous how are you?" Blaise said sliding gracefully between Draco and his book.
"I'm very well, despite that ridiculous match against those Gryffindork's yesterday." Draco replied , before receiving a passionate kiss from the other Slytherin now perched on his lap.
However his heart wasn't into it like usual because even as Draco kissed his boyfriend he thought of Harry.
"When's the last time we made love Dray?"
"Oh at least an hour ago."
"In my opinion that's far to long."
Draco grinned feebly before half heartedly following Blaise upstairs into there dormitory where he proceeded to fuck Blaise senseless while wishing with all his heart that it were Harry.
End Flashback
Flashback
A week after Harry had rescued Draco, the Slytherin Vs Gryffindor quiditch match took place. Of course the brave Gryffindor's had triumphed leaving the Slytherin's disgusted and disappointed that the boy-who-lived-to-annoy- them had once again beaten them.
Harry, who was in no mood to celebrate, still lingered in the shower. The rest of his team mates were already in Gryffindor tower making as much noise as they could with the celebration party.
He heard the changing room door bang open and close but thought nothing of it, assuming it would be Ron checking up on him.
"I'll be out in a minute." Harry yelled turning off the water and wrapping a fluffy white towel around his waist.
When he came to the bench on which his clothes were spread he realised that instead of Ron waiting for him it was Draco.
"What are you doing here Draco?"
"I...came to say...thank you Harry."
Neither teen seemed to care that they had somehow switched to first name bases.
"For what?"
"Saving me."
"If it had been anyone else I would have done the same." Harry shrugged searching discreetly (or so he hoped) for his boxers.
"Looking for these?" Draco grinned holding up a pair of bright yellow boxers with orange suns on them, up for Harry to see.
Blushing, Harry nodded, sliding them on and discarding the towel, throwing it into a corner.
"And I know you would have..."
"Draco don't, I...why were you trying to you know kill yourself?" Harry suddenly asked without really meaning to, his curiosity had got the better of him and it had just slipped out.
"I didn't think I had the strength to live, I'm still not sure I have." Draco admitted.
"But why, there has to be a reason for it."
"There is...Voldermort."
That explained everything to Harry who knew so much about the Dark Lord, but that was only because he had either seen it or it was already a part of him. Before Harry could answer and show his support towards Draco, he'd departed from the changing room and Harry was in no fit state to go running after him.
End Flashback
Blaise (a spy for Voldermort which Draco only knew) had come to visit the blonde in Hogwart's infirmary. Over the seven years at school with Draco they had become friends and Blaise had fallen in love.
He sat upon the edge of the bed stroking the soft blonde locks but gaining no response.
"What have I done, this is all my fault." Blaise whispered to the motionless body of Draco.
Flashback
A sixteen year old Blaise Zambini bounded into the Slytherin common room and over to where his boyfriend, Draco was sitting reading a book.
"Hey there gorgeous how are you?" Blaise said sliding gracefully between Draco and his book.
"I'm very well, despite that ridiculous match against those Gryffindork's yesterday." Draco replied , before receiving a passionate kiss from the other Slytherin now perched on his lap.
However his heart wasn't into it like usual because even as Draco kissed his boyfriend he thought of Harry.
"When's the last time we made love Dray?"
"Oh at least an hour ago."
"In my opinion that's far to long."
Draco grinned feebly before half heartedly following Blaise upstairs into there dormitory where he proceeded to fuck Blaise senseless while wishing with all his heart that it were Harry.
End Flashback