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Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, By Accident: Letters From Home

"Draco?" Harry was lying on the blonde's chest in bed that night. "Are you sure you're alright?"

Draco smiled and kissed the top of Harry's head, "I'm fine," He informed his boyfriend, not quite sure if he was. "So, do you want to have another picnic tomorrow?"

Harry looked up at him, "It'll have to be with Hermione," He said apologetically, "I feel really bad for Ron hating her, and she's all alone tomorrow...but I promise Sunday, I'm all yours." He leaned up and kissed Draco's lips.

"That's fine, she's not so bad." He said.

"She had almost the same thing to say about you." Harry settled himself back on Draco's chest.

"I need to give her that book back anyway." Draco yawned. "Now though, I'd like to get some sleep," He picked up his wand and turned the lights off.

"I love you," Harry whispered.

"You just want me to say it," Draco smiled.

"Mhmm," Harry moaned sleepily.

"I love you too."

Draco groaned in pain, it felt like something was jabbing at his side.

"Draco," Harry called, poking him once again.

The blonde's eye's fluttered open, he saw Harry sitting on the side of his bed. "Stop it," he grumbled, grabbing his hand and closing his eyes again.

Harry leaned closer to the blonde and kissed his ear, "Get up," he whispered. "You have mail."

Draco opened one eye as Harry sat up; he pulled the other boy back down and kissed him hard on the mouth. Harry smiled before pulling away. "It's got the Malfoy crest."

Draco groaned and sat up, taking the letter from Harry he opened it and read:

Dearest Draco,

I expect you'll be coming home for the winter holidays in two weeks I believe it is. Let me know...have you talked to your father recently? He's not answering my letters.

Your Mother

Draco crumpled the letter and threw it to the floor then pulled Harry over on top of him. He looked into the Gryffindor's eyes, and smiled.

"How would you like to come to Malfoy Manor with me for holiday?" he asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow, Draco only smiled.

Later that day Draco had left Hermione and Harry by the lake studying to retrieve a book from his room he wanted Hermione to read.

"Surprise, surprise," a voice spoke from behind Draco. He turned chalk white, when he looked to see who it was.

Regaining composure he spoke, "Weasley, how can I help you?"

Ron smirked, Crabbe and Goyle stepping out from around the corner. "Thought we had a deal, but by the looks of it you and Potter are back together-"

"I'm not breaking up with Harry again," Draco cut in.

"Oh really?"

Again, Goyle held Draco down as Crabbe beat him, Ron watching in sadistic pleasure.

A black eye and a crushed rib later, Draco looked up. "Really." He breathed.

"Not you're best choice Malfoy." Crabbe continued the beating.

Draco's nose was bleeding; maybe even broken by the time they finished. "Look," he managed to say, "Do what eber da hell you want wit me, but leabe 'arry lone."

Ron laughed at Draco's speech. "Heart warming, really," then he paused. "And I just might take you up on that."

Then he walked off, Crabbe behind him, Goyle dropped Draco and followed in suite.

Draco tood himself up, and finished his way to the dungeons, then curled up in a fetal position on his bed, before remembering he was supposed to be at the lake.

Thinking fast, he cast a glitter spell over his body, grabbed the book, and limped all the way to the lake.

When Harry and Hermione were in sight he straightened up, and said a few words to himself to see if his speech was back to normal under the spell.

"What took you so long?" Harry asked.

Draco shrugged, "Couldn't find the book." He handed it to Hermione, smiled, and tried not to wince.