Draco walked Harry back to the Dursley's front door and engaged him in a passionate kiss.

"Remember what I said, if they hurt you..."

"Yes, yes, I remember, I will see you later."

"Goodbye...love you."

"Love you too."

With one final soft kiss Draco dissaperated back to Malfoy manor. This left Harry every much alone. He opened the door and entered what Dumbledore thought was a happy home for him to live in.

Immediately Vernon and Petunia were upon him. The neighbours had rang them.

Harry was terrified, his aunt and uncle looked capable of murder, they had never liked him very much, it would mean nothing to them to kill him off.

"Err, hi." Harry said rather lamely.

"Don't hi me boy, you were seen with that...that...that freak!"

"Draco is not a freak." Harry blurted out, at once he wished he hadn't, his uncle purpled with rage.

"He's one of your lot, he is not to come here again, I will not allow freaks or queers in my home." Petunia said with lips thinner than Harry had ever seen Magonigal go, she would have been proud.

"Hate to point it out to you but I'm a wizard and I'm gay."

Vernon backhanded his nephew rather viciously, Harry didn't step back, his facial expression didn't even falter.

"You and your freak boyfriend will not meet here again, in fact you will not leave the house, if you do you'll be locked in your cupboard. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

Harry glared at his uncle defiantly, almost daring him to hit him again. If he did Harry was ready he had his wand in his pocket.

As soon as he turned seventeen next month he would be of age and the Dursley's wouldn't be able to stop him.

They wouldn't know what hit THEM, he was going to curse them back into last week, he was going to make them feel the pain he had suffered because of them.

His thoughts must have given him a dazed sort of look because his uncle didn't seem to be satisfied with Harry's attention and hit Harry again.

This time however he wasn't paying attention and he feel to the floor with the force of it. He could feel his skin bruising around his right eye and on his left cheek.

"Get out of my sight boy." Vernon hissed dangerously, Harry obeyed, he knew when to leave his uncle to fume for a while and this was the time.

He picked himself up and walked up the stairs, his head held high to show that this brutality did not affect him in the slightest, it showed that he would not go to his room and cry, he would be strong.

Instead of breaking down he wrote to Draco. He was off age already, he could help him...no, he couldn't ask for help, Draco has his own problems he didn't need to be weighed down with Harry's also.

So instead of asking for help he tied the present he had forgotten to give to Draco earlier to Hegwig's leg with a note and let her fly off into the afternoon sun.

Harry did not receive a reply until after dinner, while he was once again washing dishes. The owl flew right in through the open window and landed on the kitchen counter.

He quickly untied the letter and read, not caring he had bubbles covering his hands.

Dearest Harry

The gift you sent me is...wow, absolutely amazing, it must have cost so much. I forbid you to spend any more money on me.

I hope your 'relatives' are treating you right; I have an odd feeling that something has happened and your just not telling me.

If you do not reply to this I will wait outside your house at around midnight. I am afraid that we cannot risk any more daytime visits; my father noticed my absence and asked tricky questions. It was obvious he was close to using veritsium.

The simple words 'I love you' are an understatement to how much I care for you right now.

Your love, forever. Draco

Harry smiled re-folding the parchment and placing it down. He was glad Draco liked his gift. It was a simple silver chain with a dragon pendant. Engraved into the back was the initials H and D entwined together.

True it had cost quite a bit but Draco was worth every penny. He decided not to reply and see his lover that evening. He didn't care that if he was found out he would end up back in his cupboard.

Draco was worth all that and more, he was worth the world to Harry.

Draco lay in his bed at Malfoy manor, his father was at a deatheater meeting at present, he had taken Narcissa also, leaving Draco alone.

He was fiddling with the pendant that his boyfriend had bought him. He didn't dare put it on in case his father discover it.

He heard voices down the hall, his parents were home. They were heading towards his room, they only ever came down here when he was in trouble, he cold hear Narcissa pleading with Lucius to no avail.

His bedroom door burst open, his father filling the doorway, his mother cowering behind him.

"Stand up." Lucius bellowed.

Draco slipped the pendant into his pocket, sighed and did so.

"Yes father?"

"Is it true?"

"What father?" Draco said in an almost lazy tone.

"This." He through down a copy of the evening prophet. The front page brandished the heading BOY-WHO-LIVED AND DEATHEATER MALFOY SON GAY.

"Yes, it is true."

Lucius attempted to breath to calm his nerves, Draco could see this but did not back down. He saw his mother signalling for him to go. He knew he was in trouble, even Voldermort had been informed.

"Why?"

"Because I love him."

"WHAT!?"

"You heard."

"I think it is time you learnt your lesson."

"Now you see I don't think so, you see I'm not you, I'm nothing like you and I never will be. I've picked the winning team, your on the losing one. Goodbye."

With a pop Draco dissaperated to Hogsmead. It was only around ten, he had no where to go now except to Harry but he couldn't expect his relatives to take him in. No instead he decided to seek refuge at Hogwart's with his Godfather Severus Snape.


Hope you enjoyed this chapter I realise it wasn't as good as the previous chapters. I would have had more chapters up but when I got up this morning we had a sodding power cut so anyway please review me. SS xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx