Well, this is the next chapter! Lots of Harry and Draco! And a secret is revealed about Harry's Hogwarts life!

"I do love Ron-"

Ron heard these words only, as before, he had been too upset to listen. As a consequence, he was so happy, he didn't even hear the next words:

"But only like a brother."

Harry didn't just like him, he loved him! Then he thought:

'But then why did he say that he didn't even fancy me? Why did he not look at me while he said that? Maybe he just didn't want to get Hermione angry while I was there…' Yeah, that was it.  Now he just had to tell Harry that he knew. 'But, really,' Ron thought. 'You should give it some time so he doesn't think you were eavesdropping like you really were.' Yeah, that was a good idea.

Harry snuggled up close to Draco, his breathing gentle and even. His boyfriend looked down at the boy, who was only innocent in his dreams, in his arms and sighed lightly on the dark hair that covered Harry's head. Why did everything need to be so hard for his angel? So much had happened to him. So many tears had been shed over lost ones. He knew that if Harry would never recover if he lost anymore people. What could he do to protect his Gryffindor?

The answer was nothing. All he could do was try and soften the next blow, hoping it would never come. He instinctively held Harry closer, thinking of whether he should go ahead with the idea he had about their future. Harry stirred in his sleep, and Draco stopped thinking about the future, and was content in lying in the present. He laid a kiss on Harry's forehead and fell asleep.

Harry could still feel the coolness of that kiss lingering on his head. He couldn't get back to sleep after that. He thought there, about the future, and his secret fears. Strangely, he also thought about his life so far, which he had always told himself he would never do.

He remembered some of the times he had endured, years that he had tried to forget. But they marched forward in his mind, determined to reach the light of day. The only way he could lock them away again, if only for a short while was to cut, like he had done in Hogwarts. But he didn't do that anymore…

Hermione Granger sat dejectedly in her in her favourite chair, trying to read her book. She always turned to her books when she was uncertain about something. Especially her life. According to the golden title, it was something about vampires. Hermione missed the non-moving pictures of the muggle world. They weren't so… descriptive. Putting that aside, she couldn't concentrate anyway.

Hermione rubbed her stomach self-consciously, wondering why she felt so bloated. She couldn't find the symptoms she had been having in any of the books in her extensive library. It was a good thing, having dentists for parents. They always stored money in a bank account away for a rainy day, and Hermione had picked up on it. She changed her muggle pounds into the wizarding currency whenever she could, placing it in her Gringotts' vault. Whenever there was a confusing time, Hermione would buy a book. But today, she was not only confused, but scared. What was happening to her? She always felt sick, her feet were sore, she felt like crying all the time and her favourite food of the moment was pasta; with pickles, salad cream, and ketchup. Things she never would have dreamed of eating before now became part of her daily life. But she couldn't tell anyone. They would think she was overreacting. 'I mean, what kind of person blames their weird eating habits on an illness?' Hermione thought.

There was only one book she had not looked in. One place she had not visited. One person who could help her now, just by being herself. With a final decisive move, Hermione straightened her blouse and walked out of the door.

Draco Malfoy, sole heir to the Malfoy estate, grinned as he saw his boyfriend Harry Potter with his back to him, not wearing a shirt. On his skin was the tattoo Draco had forced him to get. Like all wizarding pictures, it moved. However, this tattoo was not forced to stay in one place and move and sometimes, it slithered round Harry's neck and flicked its tongue out near his ear. Obviously, it was a snake. To be more specific, it was a red cobra, which looked like a giant scar when it was sleeping. It had no particular markings, but the tattooist had inked it with rather vicious fangs.

As the ex-Slytherin crept up on his houseguest, his lion tattoo, which he had been forced to get after pressuring Harry into getting a snake, bounded over to his chest, keen on seeing what Draco would do. Draco sneaked up behind his boyfriend, not making any noise. Then, he whispered huskily into Harry's ear:

"You have no idea how much I love you when you have only half your clothes on… But not nearly as much as when you have none on at all…" Harry smiled. Draco always knew how to make him feel better.

"Not now, my sweet little Dragon. Isn't the tallest always on top?" He knew how much this would get to the slightly smaller boy. Draco was about half a centimetre shorter than Harry, and oh how Harry liked to rub it in. It always made Draco pout, which was exactly what Harry wanted.

Smoothing out the crease lines adorning his precious one's face, Harry gently pressed his lips against the boy's, slowly feeling the pout melt into soft, kissable lips. The longer he held it, the more insistent the kiss became. As Harry wrapped his arms around his love's slim waist, Draco moaned at the contact against his skin, so sensitive in the morning. He kissed fiercely back, licking Harry's top lip, demanding entrance. When Harry opened his lips, a tongue was thrust inside. Feeling slightly hot, he bit Draco's lip, drawing warm crimson blood. When Draco gasped, Harry took this as an opportunity to let his own tongue roam.

When they finally broke apart for air, Draco managed to gasp out:

"Jesus Potter! Who the fuck taught you how to do that?" Whenever Draco was impressed with Harry, he started calling him by his last name. This meant he was usually more Potter than Harry. Harry grinned sheepishly.

"Blame Ginny Weasley! You know how she is the only one who knows about us?" Draco nodded, but his face darkened. He didn't like where this was going…

"Well, she kinda told me you'd like it, so she showed me…" he trailed off, not knowing what to say next. A reddish tinge rose to his cheeks as he traced a pattern on the carpet with his foot. Draco smirked. Harry really was too innocent.

"Remind me to thank her one day. That was one of the best kisses I've ever had. Well done Potter."

Well, um, that was embarrassing to write. Honestly, I do not know how the hell I am going to cope when I actually write the 'R' scene. Oh crap, what have I got myself into? Well anyways, thanks to everyone who reviewed my fic! Luv ya lots! The next chapter should be up in a day or so… so, keep reading. I would also like it if someone could recommend some good DMHP fics that are either updated frequently, or are complete. I'd really appreciate it!

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