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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, By Accident: Candles and Kisses

Walking into his room after dinner that night, Draco was greeted by about 50 candles, lit and spread throughout the room. Harry lay in the blonde's bed with his shirt off, and for all Draco knew his pants too.

Draco raised an eyebrow as Harry looked over at him. The Gryffindor got up, and much to Draco's disappointment, he was wearing his boxers.

Harry smiled at his boyfriend's discouraged face. "I could have left it all on," he whispered, kissing the blonde's neck, "But I wanted to make it easy for you." Harry ran his hands up under Draco's shirt, bringing it up, and pulling it off.

The Slytherin shivered under his touch. "So I guess we're not spending time apart anymore," Draco said, as Harry pulled him over to the bed. The Gryffindor moaned in response, before pulling Draco in for a heated kiss.

Harry undid Draco's pants, pulling them off, so both boys were left in boxers on the bed, still kissing.

Draco pulled down Harry's boxers, lowering himself so he was sitting on the raven-haired boy's legs. Then he took Harry's erection in his mouth. Harry tensed as Draco swirled his tongue around the head. The Gryffindor wrapped his fingers in the blonde's hair, and waited to come.

When he did he was overwhelmed with pleasure. Draco made sure he had sucked his lover dry, and then he crawled up and kissed him, their tongues battling for dominance.

Draco trailed kisses down Harry's neck and chest, and back up again. They kissed for a while, hands wandering.

"So...what were you expecting tonight?" Draco asked.

Harry gave a weak shrug, "I don't know," He said, "I just wanted to be with you." He ran his hand through Draco's hair, and the blonde rested his head on Harry's chest.

"I got a letter from my dad the other day," Draco said. Harry's hands had found their way to Draco's arse and the Gryffindor had started groping him again.

"And what did he have to say?"

"Snape told him about us."

"Oh really...he want to ripe my head off...or better yet turn me in to Voldemort?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"You know my father's in Azkaban?"

Harry looked at Draco confused. "Really?"

"Yeah...he turned himself in over the summer, figured it would be one of the only places Voldemort couldn't get to him."

"Oh...I had no idea."

Draco kissed Harry briefly on the lips before crawling under the covers. "He knows I'm gay," he continued. "He was just wondering if Snape's information was correct."

Harry got up and put his boxers back on, then curled into bed with Draco. "So he doesn't want to rip my head off?"

Draco smirked, "I never said that." And he magiked all the candles out.

"There's this void in his heart...something he can't help, nor can he shake it...but treat him like no one else has...love him and-"

Harry was suddenly standing in the middle of Tom Riddle's living room...a place he'd been one too many times for his liking.

As expected, Voldemort was the first to walk in, followed by his inner circle of Death Eaters. The last being Crabbe Senior, pushing a muggle woman in with him.

"I think it's time we warned the Ministry of Magic, just what we're capable of..." Voldemort spoke coldly, and then he took out his wand, and cast an unforgivable on the woman...mainly the killing curse.

Harry was thrashing around in bed, Draco tried to wake him up, or grab his arms, but nothing worked.

"Harry!" He called.

Nothing.

So he resolved to use his wand. Reaching on the table by the bed he pointed his want at Harry and cried, "Stupify!"

Harry froze. Draco lay down next to him, exhausted from trying to contain the boy.

When the spell wore off Harry's eyes fluttered open. Draco saw this and sat up, "I'm sorry," he pleaded, "I couldn't think of anything else to do."

Harry just moaned and closed his eyes; painfully the memories of his dream came back.

"Do you...want to talk about it?" Draco was well aware about Harry's connection with Voldemort, you can't have a father formally in the inner circle of the Dark Lord's Death Eaters and not learn some things. He figured all the thrashing must have something to do with such things.

Harry just shook his head, eyes still closed, and found his way into the safety of Draco's arms, and they slept the rest of the night like that.

In the morning, Draco woke up before Harry, reluctant to leave his boyfriend, he slipped out of bed and pulled on some clean clothes. Then he headed out of the dungeons.

It was still early, but he went to the library, in search of Hermione. It was Sunday and she would most likely be working on an assignment.

"Thank Merlin you're here," He sighed, plopping down in a chair next to her.

"This is just getting weird Malfoy, you seem to want to talk to me," she looked at him over the rim of her book.

"It's about Harry."

She set the book down. "Is everything alright?"

"I don't know. He woke up last night...or more, was dreaming, and he was really upset. I'm going to guess it has something to do with Voldemort...but I'm not the expert."

Hermione nodded. "Probably does. Whenever Voldemort kills someone, or is really upset, things like that, Harry normally can feel or see them. At least, that's how it was last year."

Draco nodded. "I should get back before he wakes up. Thanks...Hermione."

She rolled her eyes, "Don't make a habit out of that just yet Malfoy, I'm still recovering from us conversing civilly."

He smiled, "Deal," and he headed back to his room.