Title: Exchange

Author: Mistress Silver

Pairings(s): Harry/Draco/Lucius (No threesomes!)

Warning: The following piece is rated R (for sexual content, adult language and INCEST). It contains SLASH, which is homosexual relationships, so if you are offended by that or are not of legal age in your area then please click the back button on your browser and find yourself something else. Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated but flames will be mocked and ignored.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, characters, names and all related indicia are property of J.K. Rowling – only Angelica is mine. I am just borrowing them all for a bit and am not making a cent off this. I'm sure Rowling won't mind, if anything she will be (should be) flattered that people like her books enough to write pieces of their own about them.

A/N: I know, I know…I'm sorry. That and deleted my account. For no apparent reason (no, random flamer, my stories are not that graphic to have my entire account deleted and if you don't like my work then simply don't read it). Anyways, I'm back (for now), so enjoy this new, long-awaited chapter (wherever the fans from my old account are…L).

CHAPTER 9 – The Beginning of the End

Harry spent the next couple of weeks avoiding Draco at all costs. He was done. Finished. Was not going to put up with his bullshit anymore. But at the same time, he was also in quite a bit of a rut. He only had one day left to reverse the spell [and one week before school started up again], else Lucius's temporary fix was going to end and he and Draco would end up in each other's bodies again – and being trapped for all eternity with Mr. Incest was definitely not what Harry had in mind for his future. But what to do about Draco? To say that the blonde was a walking mind-fuck would be an understatement. Never has anybody put Harry through so much emotional damage in so little time, and Harry has been through a lot in his life. The most aggravating part, however, was the fact that no matter how hard he tried to hate him for what he had done, avoid any contact with him, and not think about him in general…he could not. Whatever Harry was doing his mind would simply wander to Draco, the expressions he made when he was angry, the way his eyes lit up when he genuinely laughed, how inviting his lips looked when he pouted – it was madness! Harry was driving himself positively insane between feeling like he was in love with the man and attempting so hard to push the thought out of his mind and return to the bitter hatred he was so accustomed to feeling towards the Slytherin for the past six years. However, it seemed inevitable to eventually have to face him, because if he did not he might as well have said goodbye to his life right then.

With a sigh of resignation Harry put down his quill and left his Potions homework for a later time – he was tired of trying to figure out the complicated ingredients anyway. It was mid-afternoon and the sun randomly peeked out of the blue patches of sky among the cluttered clouds. Harry decided to go see if he could find Draco outside. Walking over to his door lost in thought, he opened it and halted abruptly, startled.

"Hi…"

"Hi…" Harry said, his emerald eyes meeting a pair of silver, apologetic ones.

They stood silently in the doorway, just looking at one another, and Harry studied Draco's face. So exhausted he looked, as if he had not slept or eaten in days and days. Dark circles accented his eyes and he looked even paler and thinner than he normally was. Harry was surprised further when Draco gave him a slight smile.

"Can I come in…?"

"Yeah, sure…" Harry stepped aside to let him pass. The blonde walked past him slowly, as if taking measured steps, and Harry though he saw a bit of a limp in his left leg. He watched him sink into an armchair slowly and awkwardly, wincing slightly as he attempted to make himself somewhat comfortable. All of Harry's previous thoughts seemed to have fled from his mind and closing the door he took a seat in the armchair opposite of Draco's, looking him over, eyebrows knitted in concern. Draco stared at the patterns on the carpet in silence, for a bit, seemingly attempting to gather his thoughts before speaking.

"I know you probably don't want to hear this from me and won't believe me if I say it," he began is a soft voice. "But I'm really, truly, honestly sorry for all the crap I put you through this summer. All the crap I put you through since I met you, actually…"

Harry arched an eyebrow, his mind not registering that those words were coming out of his mouth. Draco noticed and sort of smiled to himself, staring at the floor intently.

"I know. You probably don't believe me. But it is the truth, and I'm not just saying it so you can stick your neck out for me to protect me from my father again. I…" he trailed off for a second and then lifted his gaze to meet Harry's eyes. "I want to make things right…"

Harry looked at him thoughtfully. When Draco lowered his head again Harry reached out and gently nudged his chin back up with his fingertips.

"If you had only come to me like this from the very beginning," he said quietly.

Draco suddenly looked like he was about to cry and a very forceful smile appeared on his lips. "Yeah…it's too late now, isn't it? I figured it was, but…I just wanted to give it a shot, what did I have to lose—"

"No, no," Harry interrupted him. "It's always better late than never." He caressed the side of Draco's face and the blonde leaned into the touch of his warm hand.

"So…you forgive me…?"

Harry studied his face. It looked so hurt and hopeful at the same time. Harry could not help himself - damn it all to hell – he leaned in and very softly kissed his lips. Drawing back he expected the usual shock or disgust, and almost waited for Draco to scream something at him and run out of the room, but the Slytherin did something very surprising. He smiled at Harry and leaned in to give a kiss of his own. Tentative, hesitant at first, running his tongue along the brunette's lips in a silent request for permission to enter his mouth. Harry parted his lips, granting entrance to the blonde's warm, smooth tongue, and grabbing his hips almost bodily lifted him from the armchair and onto his own lap. Draco straddled him, fingers digging into his messy, black hair, worshipping his mouth, face and neck with feathery, passionate kisses. Harry abruptly pulled the blonde closer, their groins colliding, and swallowed the groan that escaped his mouth with a kiss. He began fumbling with the front of Draco's pants, undoing the buttons, unzipping the crotch and Draco let out a gasp when Harry's fingers found his painfully hard member.

"Merlin…" he breathed.

Harry clutched the Slytherin's manhood with one hand and began a slow rhythm, watching his face intently, while slipping his other underneath the seat of Draco's pants. He withdrew his hand momentarily to lick his fingers, lubricating them with his saliva, and slipped them back beneath the cloth finding the blonde's tight sphincter. Draco was holding on to Harry's shoulders, breathing heavily, his eyes shut at the sensation, and dug his nails into the brunette's back with a low groan when Harry penetrated him with one finger, miraculously going deep enough to nudge his prostate in the first shot. He worked in another finger, and another, and timed the thrusts in the back with the caresses in the front, reducing the Slytherin to soft cries of ecstasy.

"Gods, Harry…" he moaned when the raven-haired man added soft, suckling kisses to his neck as well.

Draco nearly went blind with pleasure when he finally reached climax with a cry. He shuddered against Harry as his cock spasmed and released into the Gryffindor's hand and then barely lifted his head, eyes cloudy in the haze of orgasm. Harry lifted his slick, sticky fingers to his lips but Draco took him by the wrist and guided the hand to his own mouth, licking and sucking the fingers clean. Harry reclined back in the armchair and Draco relaxed against him, head on his chest and arms loosely draped around his torso. Harry wrapped his arms around the blonde and listened to his breathing slow down and regulate as he began to get drowsy.

"I love you, Harry…" he muttered before slipped into a blissful sleep. Harry felt a wave of content wash over him and he smiled softly, kissing the top of the sleeping man's head.

"I love you, too…"

[Ahhh…but wait, it is not over…evil cackle]