Disclaimer: See chapter 1, I just make some feeble attempts at imitating the great writing of J.K. Rowling!lol

Authors Note: Thanks a lot to everyone who reviewed my story! It's my first and I'll try to update it as often as I can. I have lots of schoolwork so ill try. I couldn't do this without the wonderful encouragement and betaing of my Slash Princess! Keep reading!

Tigerlily

Chapter 5

"Do you love me Draco?" Harry repeated the question. His patience was starting to grow thin.

"Please Draco, I love you so much. How do you feel?" Harry was straight to the point, since maybe if he said what he felt it would be easier for Draco, whom he had been dating publicly since the Yule Ball last year when they couldn't keep their secret anymore. Shortly after that, Harry defeated Voldemort, and Draco had helped to nurse Harry back to health. One night in the hospital wing when Draco had fallen asleep, Harry opened his eyes to Draco sitting in a chair, leaning on his bed. Harry had never seen Draco so tired; he looked so worn, but the war had done that to a lot of people, and Harry was glad that it was finally over. His friends had gotten out of the war unscathed, but everyone was not as lucky... Harry stroked Draco's hair, and from that moment on he knew that Draco was the one for him, and the Necklace had just given him more validation.

It seemed as if Draco was starting to say something so Harry pulled himself out of his nostalgia and tried to focus on the person in front of him.

"Potter, don't push me!" Draco was also getting angry; he did not like to be forced into something that he didn't want to discuss. He used Harry's last name to put some distance between them. Weren't they supposed to be angry with each other? Now everything was different– Harry, who had this necklace that seemed to know all of his innermost thoughts– things were moving to fast.

"Malfoy!" Harry took a deep breath, "Draco, I am not trying to push, I just want to hear what you feel about me from you, of your own free will!" Harry turned away from Draco; this had been the most tiring argument they had ever had, and they had some fights!

"I just. I LIKE you a lot.... But it's hard for me..." Draco cursed himself for being so weak. But that was what happened when he talked to The Boy Who Lived.

"I understand, I understand that you aren't comfortable with bringing our relationship to the next level of commitment, and I will respect that for now." Harry found a new calm place; he couldn't force Draco to admit his feelings to him but he couldn't wait forever for him to decide. Either Draco would express his feelings or their relationship would not last.

"Owww!" The necklace started to burn Harry's neck.

"Harry, are you ok?" It looked as if something was strangling Harry, and Draco was concerned.

"I... am alright! I just have a little pain in my neck." Harry didn't know what was going on with the necklace; maybe it didn't like the way things were going with Draco?

"Harry, like I was trying to say..." Draco was cut off again but not by words this time but by Harry's mouth crashing into his lips. This kiss was urgent and full of passion. It was like with this kiss Harry wanted to forget their conversation and everything else that had gone wrong in both of their pasts.

Harry pushed Draco onto the bed and took off his shirt. Draco did the same to him. Draco looked at Harry's body. It was truly beautiful. He was still thin from the malnourishment that he received from the Dursley's home. Harry joked that that was the only thing he ever got from them. But the muscles on Harry's skinny frame were well defined from the years of Quidditch, and Draco thought that next time he saw McGonagall he would thank her for getting Harry into the game.

Harry looked at Draco and saw that he obviously had gotten his tall thin frame from his mother. In his school robes Draco looked almost fragile, but Harry knew otherwise. Draco's muscles were also well defined from Quidditch and also from his newly acquired fixation, and from Muggles of all things– weight lifting. He was about five feet ten inches– about an inch taller than Harry but from the weights he was stronger and could bench-press almost his own weight.

Harry and Draco continued to kiss, and soon the both relaxed into a rhythm with their erections wedged between them. After minutes of build up they came together in ecstasy. They pulled apart with a sticky sound, and they both thought to reach for their wands on Draco's nightstand to perform a cleaning spell on each other before anything else.

"Well, I guess I better go." Harry rolled off of Draco's bed.

"Wait, Harry, I'm sorry, I can't." Draco sputtered. He wasn't ready for Harry to leave. There was so much he wanted to say, so much that needed to be said. But he couldn't get it out, and he didn't want to resort to begging Harry to stay.

"Yeah, whatever Malfoy, I'll see you." Now it was Draco's turn to cringe when he heard his surname used. But he felt helpless; he had never told anyone that he loved them before, not even his mother who he loved dearly and definitely not his Death Eater father.

"Alright," was all that Draco could get out.

Harry closed the door quietly and walked to Gryffindor tower.