Disclaimer: I'm not J.K.R...Thanks for noticing.

Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, By Accident: Mind Games

"Hey!" Draco called, catching Harry's arm as he made his way to the Great Hall for dinner that night. Draco smiled and went to kiss Harry but the Gryffindor turned away. "What?" Draco asked confused, "We're safe, everyone knows about us...even Snape, you shouldn't of left the dungeons so early, the conversation we had was a riot."

Draco's smile faltered as he saw the look on Harry's face. "What did I do?"

Harry glared at him before wriggling out of Draco's grasp. "Harry!" Draco persisted, "Talk to me."

Harry glared at the blonde; Draco took a step back out of fear. "How do you think I feel?" He whispered in a harsh tone. "I tell you I love you, and you tell me never to say that again."

Draco sighed, "Harry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted that way, I just...it was too soon. I...I'm sorry."

Harry saw the sincerity in his (boyfriends?) eyes, "I guess you're right." He caved, who could resist those stormy gray eyes, and those luscious pink lips.

Draco smiled and leaned in for his kiss, Harry obliged this time. They walked into dinner holding hands. Draco sat with Harry at the Gryffindor table, mainly because the Gryffindors weren't as shocked as the rest of the school, having previous knowledge that Harry was gay. Still, lots of them glared at Draco.

"Aww," Ginny mocked as the pair sat.

A blush crept up Harry's cheeks, and Draco smiled at his innocence.

After dinner, Ginny and Harry were walking back to Gryffindor tower.

Ginny stopped when they reached the third floor, "What's wrong Harry?" she asked, turning to face him.

"I knew you'd ask." He smiled weakly. "You and Hermione spend too much time together, you're starting to inherit her traits."

"We do share a room when she comes to the Burrow...so?"

Harry sighed, "Just something that happened with Draco earlier."

As he took another breath to explain it to her, the blonde rounded the corner. "Harry!" he called.

Harry and Ginny looked over, "Draco, what are you-"

"The thing for potions Snape assigned us as extra...you wanted me to help you." He raised his eyebrows, telling Harry to play along.

"Right," The Gryffindor said skeptically.

"We can work on it in my room," Draco took Harry's hand and started down the stairs.

"Sorry Gin, Bye!" Harry managed before he was dragged out of sight.

"Draco Malfoy, if the Dark Lord doesn't kill him first, you'll be the death of that boy," She muttered to herself.

"So, this is your room," Harry said as Draco lead him into the very Slytherin bedroom.

There was a green couch by the fireplace, a desk by Draco's bed, and a black comforter atop the four-poster.

"Come here," Draco said, sitting on his bed. Harry walked over and straddled the blonde, his eyes were downcast and he was frowning. "Don't look so sad," Draco pleaded, kissing Harry's lips.

Harry met Draco's eyes.

"Are you still upset about detention?" The blonde asked.

The Gryffindor sighed, "No," He finally said. "I guess I'm just tired.

"It's only nine," Draco whined. Harry smiled. "Besides, we still have that Potions assignment."

Harry looked confused, "What assignment?"

Draco smirked, "This one," he said before leaning in and kissing Harry full on the mouth.

Harry pushed Draco back on the bed. "You didn't get enough of that earlier?" He smiled.

"Are you that tired?"

Harry nodded weakly.

Draco sighed and got off the bed. He reached into a chest of drawers and pulled out two pairs of pajama bottoms. Then he walked over to Harry and whispered roughly in his ear, "Take off your clothes."

Harry shook his head smiling as he removed his pants and shirt. Draco looked Harry up and down, now that he was only wearing boxers, then handed him the pants, and changed into a pair of his own.

"If you want to sleep, you can do so here," It wasn't a demand, just a statement.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, caressing Draco's cheek, "It's just been along day."

They got wrapped up in another kiss before Draco pulled away, "Thought you wanted to sleep," he said.

Harry smirked, "I have Draco Malfoy in bed with no shirt on...sleep is the last thing on my mind."

The Gryffindor ran his hands over Draco chest, then found his way to the waistband of the blonde's pants.

Next thing Draco knew he was naked and Harry's head was between his legs.

Draco moaned as the raven-haired boy took his length in his mouth.

Draco was lying in bed in his boxers, Harry asleep beside him. He knew he shouldn't have let Harry go as far as he did. He felt bad enough that the Gryffindor loved him, and he could never return that love.

'Ha, love,' he thought, 'Brings more pain than happiness...who needs it anyway.'

He looked over at Harry, his messy hair, tanned skin, toned body...and he could feel his heart break.

'Apparently you do,' a voice in the back of his mind told him.