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

Warning: SLASH...yummy

Love, by Accident: Nights and Mornings After

"Hey, what happened to Mare-Bear?" Blaise asked picking up the picture frame that once held Marylyn's picture.

Harry coughed at the nickname, he was lying on Draco's bed paging through a Dark Arts book from Draco's collection. "Mare-Bear?" He asked, appalled.

"Blaise-" Draco started.

"What? Why'd you take her picture down?"

"Yes Draco, why?" Harry chimed in.

"Because," The blonde said, rubbing the back of his head. "I fell in love." He smiled and crawled on top of Harry. Draco rested his head on the Gryffindor's shoulder and Harry read over him with a satisfied smile on his face.

Blaise walked over and sat at Draco's desk to read a magazine.

"Boy's!" Narcissa called from the hallway.

Draco jumped off of Harry flushed (because they hadn't been kissing for the last half hour, noooo).

Blaise stood up from the desk as Harry rolled off the bed and Draco frantically tried to tidy himself.

"Time for dinner," The blonde's mother entered the room. "Severus is staying as well as Remus and Blaise." She looked at all three boys. "Draco, what have you been doing, rolling around on the floor?"

Harry smirked and it took all of Blaise' will power to not blurt out 'Close enough.'

Narcissa just shook her head and left.

"Don't worry Draco," Harry ran his fingers through the disheveled blonde's locks. "I still think you're sexy."

"Alright lover boys, I'm hungry," Blaise said before leaving.

Harry smiled and kissed his boyfriend before pulling him out of the room as well.

"Well this is uncomfortable." Blaise smirked at the dinner table.

There was obvious tension between Lupin and Harry, and on top of that Snape and just about everyone at the table besides Narcissa and Blaise.

"Shut up Zabini," Draco snapped.

"Draco, is that any way to talk to your friend?" Narcissa scolded, but Draco didn't hear her, because by that time Harry had started running his foot up and down Draco's leg under the table.

Dinner went by dully, Narcissa tried, and failed to start conversations. Finally it was over and Snape was dropping Blaise off at his house, Lupin and Narcissa disappeared somewhere, so Draco and Harry found themselves making out on the floor of the Slytherin's bedroom.

"Couldn't wait, Malfoy?" Harry smirked as Draco ran his tongue up the Gryffindor's neck.

"You gave me a bloody hard-on at the table with my mother, what do you think?" He fumbled with the buttons on Harry's shirt, deciding in the end to just rip in off.

"What was that? Destroying my clothes now?"

"Take off you're pants," Draco panted, pulling them both up towards the bed and bringing Harry's lips crashing on top of his own.

Harry undid the button and zipper on his pants and let them fall to the floor before kicking them off and rolling onto the bed.

Draco pealed off his own clothes, leaving both boys clad in black and green boxers.

"Off," Draco pointed to Harry's green silk boxers.

The raven-haired boy did as he was told, Draco following in suite. Then the blonde removed a jar of lubricant from the bedside table's drawer.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Draco sighed and sat on top of Harry kissing him several times, "I have done this before you know?" He finally said.

Harry nodded, "I figured so much, who with?"

Draco was a little uncomfortable talking about his past experiences before he and Harry had one of their own, besides, he was horney as fuck. "You remember Oliver Wood?"

"Yeah."

"He was my first."

"You lucky bastard."

Draco laughed and they kissed some more before he prepared Harry. "This might hurt-"

"I trust you," Harry leaned back into the pillows.

Draco then positioned himself between his lover's legs. Harry winced as Draco went inside of him and the blonde slowed down trying to make it as comfortable for Harry as possible. Then he slid his hands up Harry's arms and pinned his wrists to the bed.

"I love you," he spoke softly and kissed Harry's check.

Harry closed his eyes and Draco heard a low moan escape his lover's lips as the blonde began thrusting into him. He placed his hands on Harry's hips to steady his movements.

Harry was panting as Draco kissed all over his body, both climaxes drawing nearer. As Draco dove deeper into him, Harry's cries of pleasure grew louder

Draco collapsed on Harry's chest when he came, panting and sweating. Harry pushed the blonde's hair off his damp forehead and kissed it. "I love you too." He whispered as Draco slid his arms under Harry's shoulders to hold him.

The next morning the pair were lying naked in bed, lazily kissing when there was a knock on the door.

Draco made no move to get it so the house elf knocking invited himself in.

The blonde sighed in frustration and sat up, sheets around his waist. "What?" he spat irritated.

"M-Master Malfoy sir," the elf spoke, voice quivering.

Harry hugged Draco from behind and nibbled on his ear.

"A l-letter for you s-sir, from A-Azkaban."

"From my father?"

"N-no, from the prison."

Draco froze and Harry stopped what he was doing to stare at the letter in the tiny elves hand. The Slytherin snatched it up, "Get out!"

The elf squeaked and hurried out of the room.

Draco got up and pulled on a pair of jeans, turning the letter over in his hands.

"Draco," Harry reached out to comfort the blonde.

"Don't touch me," he yelled harshly. Looking up he saw the hurt expression on his boyfriend's face.

Draco sighed, shoulders slumping, "I'm sorry, Harry." By this time to Gryffindor was up and getting dressed. He walked over and stood in front of Draco. "I'm afraid to open it," he finished.

Draco held the letter out to Harry. He took it, put an arm around Draco's waist, and they sat on the edge of the bed.

Before opening the letter Harry glanced at Draco who was thoughtfully examining his pants. "We regret to inform you of the..." Harry stopped, scanning the letter.

"Read it," Draco commanded.

Harry reached for Draco's hand, the blonde took it gratefully.

"We regret to inform you of the death of Lucius Malfoy."

Draco's breath caught in his throat and he closed his eyes. "Did they kill him?" He asked, voice shaking.

Harry squeezed his hand. "It doesn't say. It just ends with 'We're sorry for your loss,' and Fudges' name stamped on the bottom. He looked over at Draco and saw tears streaking the Slytherin's face. He laid the letter on the bed and crouched on the floor in front of Draco.

"Don't say anything, Harry," Draco sobbed. Harry wrapped his arms around the blonde and kissed the tears on his cheeks.