Title: Dangerously in Love

Summary: Yes you already guessed it, The Draco Malfoy(Sex-god of Hogwarts) is in Love for the first time. We all know that he's spoiled rotten by his father. Unfortunately his father can't get this for him, which makes him Dangerously in Love.

Warning: This is SLASH. Boy/Boy---- Don't like it? BUGGER OFF! And don't flame me telling me it's disgusting, because that makes me very pissed off... That's my warning for now...

Pairings: DM/Everybody in Hogwarts(Ok, now I'm lying... No Huffelpufs and Absolutely NO Gryffindors. Ravenclaws? ... Only if they're hot and smart. Slytherins, welcome to my lovely, black and silk bed) & DM/HP (If everything goes as planned...)

Year: 6th year, and believe me it was Hell for me

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my little plot in his story... And the Draco Malfoy in my dreams...*licks her lips*… ok I don´t own that Draco either!

Thanks to my beta-reader: MEG!!!

Chapter 2: Longings


Making the house was much more difficult than Draco thought it would be. Every night he made his way towards the place where the little cottage would stand. He'd spend hours in the library searching for building spells and decorating spells. He, being a Malfoy, wanted everything to be perfect. During the day Draco tried to avoid Harry as much as possible. Although he kept a close watch on Harry. He was afraid that Harry would have found out that the creature he saw was an elf or at least something like that.

In Potions he made sure that Harry was in front of him for two reasons. One, Harry couldn't look at him closely and make a link between him and the elf he saw. Two, he could look at Harry as much as he wanted to. It was funny to see Harry mess up all his potions. Draco couldn't understand why on earth Harry had taken Potions. It was obvious that Harry did miserably in Potions. Probably because Harry wanted to be an auror.

Draco loved the idea of being an auror. It was a beautiful profession in Draco's eyes. Although Draco could never be an Auror. He could just imagine what his father would do when Draco told him he wanted to be an Auror. Lucius would most probably laugh right in Draco's face, telling him that he would not permit that to happen and punish him for even thinking such a thing. But it was a profession that suited Harry just perfectly.

Draco had noticed a change in Harry's behavior. He was happier, but dreamier. Ron or Hermione often gave him an elbow to sign him to stay focused on the lesson.

Draco could not believe how much Ron and Hermione lacked in their friendship with his Harry. They were not worth Harry's company. They didn't hear his desparate cries for help. Harry needs someone to listen to him without interrupting him. Ok, so Draco could sense such things easier because he was an elf, but he would have noticed it anyway. The boy was eating himself up. It was so obvious that something would soon snap inside the beautiful boy.

Every single day Draco saw with pain how Harry tried to struggle through the day without letting Ron and Hermione notice how bad he was doing. He knew that Harry kept the darkness inside him as a secret, although he was longing someone to notice. They didn't! Harry was falling apart and his friends didn't even notice.

Draco wondered if he should talk to Harry once more, to keep him from collapsing until the house was finished. His house had a new purpose now. He would take away the darkness in Harry and make Harry his.

*


Draco walked into the Potions classroom, flashing his trademark smirk to his godfather before taking his place two seats behind Harry's usual seat. To his surprise Harry was already in the classroom, staring at his book.

Draco raised his eyebrows, meeting Severus' eyes once more. Even Severus was surprised. Harry was usually shamefully late, never ever early like Draco.

Draco could not suppress a concerned feeling as he saw the darkness in Harry's eyes. He bit his lip, wondering if he should talk to Harry. Once again he could feel that Harry was screaming at the top of his lungs and nobody heard him, except him.

Ironic really, that of all people his sworn enemy is the only one hearing his cries.

He could understand Harry, he really could. Harry was scared to death to face reality. No one heard his hidden cries and now Harry was left to face himself alone. Where would you go... When none of your friends was there to save you from yourself. Harry couldn't escape the darkness. Draco could understand Harry was afraid.



Draco longed to heal Harry.

~*~



Harry's POV

So here I am, sitting in Potions far too early. I don't understand what is going on with me. What is happening with me. The dark thoughts I've been having are scaring me to death. Sometimes I wonder if I'm suicidal, because I think of death often. Too often, if you ask me. There is something after death, that I know for sure after Sirius died. I wonder if it's better than the life I am leading now. It has to be, because it hardly gets any worse.

Every day I hide behind my smile, fooling everybody around me. I've lost all faith in the things I have achieved in the past few years.

It seems I've created darkness around myself and Im living in the shadows. Seaking for someone to help me. I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed. I can't go on like this...I despise all that I've become. But what have I become? Nothing but a tool. People think they know me and think I'm all good, but they would be scared of me if they knew the real truth. I wish I could express myself, but I am far too scared that someone would find out.

I'm longing for someone to take it all away from me.

Sirius... Since my encounter with an angelic creature my thoughts about Sirius have decreased, but now it is the creature I long for. The creature won't leave my thoughts alone. I've tried so hard to tell myself that it was a dream. That I must forget the creature, but I can't. The creature has taken over my mind and soul. I do not know what it has done to me, but somehow it cured my darkness for a while.

But now I can feel the darkness and the coldness return and once again, Im scared. Scared to death. Not knowing if Death is what I want. Sometimes I think that there is nothing left here in this world for me, but then I hold on to a that little string of hope. With the thought that one day I will fly away from this all and be just me, just Harry.

I know I can't reject the whole world, but I sometimes wish I could.

Here come Ron and Hermione. They're sweet, but they don't have a clue what's going on with me. You would think with Hermione's brains, that she, of all people should notice that my heart has changed. She thinks that everything can be fixed by saying that it will be alright. I've lost my trust in her words, to be honest. I always smile, when she says that it will be alright, but somehow the words don't even touch me anymore.

Sometimes I try to tell them, but they just won't listen. Or they don't listen closely enough.

I am so sick of speaking words that no one understands. I hear them in a whisper, but they can't even hear me screaming.

"Hey Harry," Hermione's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turn to her and flash her a smile. She looks somewhat worried, but I'm sure she can't even imagine how much worse the darkness in me is.

Sometimes I think I'm overreacting and that I'm telling myself these things to feel sorry for myself, but I am not. I am so sick and tired of everybody feeling sorry for me all of time, because it was them who tossed me right into this mess. I didn't ask for it... I didn't even want it and yet everybody I love is taken away from me. My friends are drifting out of my reach. Or I'm drifting out of their reach, because their words don't have any effect on me anymore. Whatever they say... it's turned into a platonic relationship, although they do not notice one single thing.

"You're early, mate," Ron smiled, sitting down next to me.

"I wasn't hungry, so I just came right here." I lied, knowing that I could not see their faces any longer. Their happy faces, pretending that everything is fine! That everything will be alright. Newsflash! It is not going to be alright. It will never be alright. Deal with it!

I turn away from him in, well, disgust and see Draco Malfoy's eyes boring into me. I shiver as I suddenly get a flashback of the Angel who saved me from the darkness temporarly.

It sounds strange, but sometimes the only pleasure I have is from our fights. Draco Malfoy always hits the right spot, although it is meant to hurt me. I sometimes get the feeling that he might understand what is going on with me.

I'm having one of those moments now. I feel his gaze upon me and feel naked. As if he can see right through me, seeing the things I really think about.

Ok.. So I'm a boy and talk about Quidditch with Ron... Play Quidditch, but that does not mean that that is all I can think about. It's only because I feel like that is the only thing Ron and I have in common right now. I wish there was more. I really do, but Ron doesn't know how to handle things like death. Nor does Hermione.

I think about death, fighting, and the furture (One of which I don't really seem to have. Im afraid I'll kill myself if Voldemort doesn't beat me to it) and... Boys. Another thing that clouds my happiness.

It just had to be that way... hadn't it. I just had to be gay on top of everything else! What am I fortunes fool? Another thing I have to keep a secret. All this hiding and keeping secrets is driving me mad, pushing me further into my isolation.

I finally look away, feeling as if I just told every secret to Draco Malfoy. My Arrogant, rich, evil and incredibly handsome enemy.

It's really amusing to notice how much I'm addicted to white things lately. Although it's just white, it makes me think about that angel and the angel makes me feel warm again.

I look through the narrow high window, wishing that there were more windows in this creepy dungeon and I noticed that it started to snow. I can't help a smile to appear on my face as I automatically feel a weird sensation in my stomach. Now all the things around me seem to slide into the background.

Snow... it always makes me think about Draco Malfoy. Perfectly white in every way. You cannot think of anything in this world that is so perfect, except snow. Draco Malfoy is just like snow. Perfectly white from the outside, and you want to touch him. Just like for some reason you always want to touch the snow. You'll be shocked by it's or his coldness and drop it. Your hands will sting and you try to tell yourself not to touch it again. It won't help, because next time the snow falls you'll reach out for it again. That is why, apart from the fact that Malfoy is arrogant, evil, spoiled, and certainly not gay, I will never allow myself to 'touch' Malfoy in the first place. Because you'll become addicted to him. Just like the snow, you want to touch him over and over again. No.. no matter how handsome Draco Malfoy is I will not let myself be fooled by the prettiness of his face, the addicting whiteness of his hair or the fact that sometimes he really does look like an angel. Messing with Malfoy will cause your heart to sting, no matter what. It's in his nature. Making hearts sting like the coldness of the snow is probably number one on his list of favourite things to do.

To be honest I don't think I'd survive more stinging coldness in my life. I've had quite enough.

The fluttering feeling in his stomach returned as he remembered the angelic creature he saw. The kiss they shared came completely unexpected, but it was the most special thing Harry had ever experienced and now he longed to see the creature again. No matter what or who it was, only too feel it once again.

*


"Mr Potter. Would you care to tell me why you aren't paying attention in my class? Because with the shamefully low marks you have I don't think you can afford daydreaming," Snape raged, breaking Harry's eye-contact with the whirling snow.

Draco almost growled at Snape. It had been such a pretty sight to see Harry's face lighten up by something as simple as snow.

"Sorry, sir," Harry whispered, his cheeks blushing deep red.

Draco raised his eyebrow wondering what Harry was thinking about. With his innocence it couldn't have been more than a kiss. Was it their kiss or was it the kiss of someone else? With that question in mind Draco's eyes flashed dangerously through the classroom. Searching for someone who could move Harry like that. That person, whoever it was, was as good as dead.

Snape had gone on talking about the effects of a potion, which Draco didn't even know the name of. So Draco could go on studying his Harry. He decided that, after Harry's blush, he would keep a closer look on Harry.

So now he had to do his homework, where Harry was doing his. Which meant that he would not do his homework at all, because Harry would be distracting him. He had to watch Harry, to find out who to kill and he had to finish the cottage. Well that would leave absolutely no time for his usual Potions studies. A rather depressing thought, but Harry was worth it.

Suddenly Draco remembered the letter he received from his father this morning, but because he had gotten up late( if you don't sleep half of the night, it's hard to get up on time) he hadn't had any time to read it. He looked around and saw that the whole class was reading in the potions book.

He grabbed the letter out of is bag and opened it underneath his desk, glancing up to see if anyone had noticed the noise. Even Snape hadn't heard a thing and was currently writing notes on the blackboard. So Draco began to read the letter.

Draconis Malfoy,

As you might have expected, you are going to join us in a very short amount of time. Before you do, you must show us all where your loyalty lies. We are going to do the unexpected, my son, and it is the perfect opportunity for us to see how loyal you have become.More information will be following.

Sincerely yours,
Father



'No. This is bad timing, father.' Draco thought. When he looked up he saw Severus standing over his desk and yelped.

Severus raised his eyebrow. Malfoy's do not usually yelp. "We will discuss this matter later." Severus almost whispered. When Severus turned around the whole class was looking their way. "What are you all looking at? Back to work!"

Draco's lips moved into a pout. This was not his day. Now he was summoned to join Voldemort and busted. Rubbing his temples he forced himself to concentrate on the potion book in front of him, only to find out that he already knew everything and went back to staring at his number one object of affection, Harry Potter.

Although he began to worry about this 'Joining Voldemort thing'.

He had two options. One: join Voldemort, which meant that he would lose Harry and might end up fighting against Harry. He would make his father proud and become what was expected of him. Sure he would't have Harry, but his life would be much better or Two: Not join Voldemort. Here the consequences are enormous. He would lose his family name along with his heritage. He would be hunted by Death Eaters and not trusted by the light side. Which meant that he would most probably live his life as a...muggle. All that for the tiny-whiny change to maybe have Harry. Not so appealing...

Hell he didn't even bloody know if Harry was gay! He had tried to find information, but there was none. Other than that Cho person, Harry hadn't been involved with anyone. So the discoveries were all pointing into the opposite direction. Apart from that, if Harry was gay, he still had to win Harry's heart. Which, although Draco didn't want to admit it, was just a matter of fate really. You cannot chose who you fall in love with, because he would certainly never chose Harry. So his luck had to be really on point for all of this to happen. Or his powers of persuasion had to work really well.

Allthough all of this seemed hopeless he was still a Malfoy and Malfoys never gave up until they got what they wanted. He was going to do everything in his power to get Harry. Even if this meant taking extreme measures only then, when he had Harry, would he make a decision concerning Voldemort. So he had to hurry.

~*~


Class was over and Draco patiently waited for Harry to gather all his things and walk out of the classroom with his friends. He followed them quickly, remembering the little moment Harry and he had shared in Potions. Their eyes had been locked and it had taken Harry a while to look away.

"Harry? Are you alright? You're a bit quiet," Hermione said.

Draco rolled his eyes, but walked a bit closer to hear Harry's answer.

"I'm fine. I didn't sleep that well last night. That's all," Harry answered.

"Is your scar bothering you again?" Hermione asked concerned.

Draco was surprised that anger had flashed in Harry's eyes.

"Would you please stop asking if my bloody scar hurts! It isn't always my scar! My scar isn't the only thing that can affect my feelings!" Harry raged, throwing his arms in the air. "Did it ever cross your mind that it might not be Voldemort making my life miserable? No of course not! It's always Voldemort. It's always easier to blame Voldemort for everything!"

Even Draco was a bit startled by Harry's sudden outburst. Hermione and Ron were both looking at Harry with their mouth open, both not knowing what to say.

When Harry's friends did not say anything for a few seconds. Harry rolled his eyes, "Nevermind. I'm not hungry, I'm going to take a walk." he said, obviously upset.

Harry stormed off, leaving his friends alone. Draco stood a few steps behind them, wondering if he should go after Harry.

"What has gotten into him?" Ron asked Hermione, somewhat shocked.

"I don't know... Maybe he's just having a bad day," Hermione answered, shrugging her shoulders.

Draco clenched his jaw. "You stupid Gryffindors! Don't you see how badly he's doing? I thought you were all so loyal and smart, but you can't even see that your best friend is practically dying in front of you! Some friends you are!" Draco said through a clenched jaw, then he stormed off in the direction Harry had stormed off a few seconds ago.

He could slap himself for telling them that. Why did he have to say that! Ok.. So he was doing Harry a favour, but he was ruining his own reputation. That was not going to happen again.

He was so busy, thinking of ways he could cover up his mistake that he didn't see a figure around the corner and bumbed right into him or her.

"Ouch!" Draco said, when he landed on the floor. "Can't you look where you are going? You-" He didn't continue when he saw who was lying on the floor in front of him.

Harry stood up and brushed off his clothes, not taking his eyes from Draco. He offered Draco a hand and pulled Draco up.

The two stood in front of each other, completely in silence. Draco knew that Harry had heard him, because of the way Harry was acting towards him. It made him feel uncomfortable. Draco was about to grab his bag and leave when Harry opened his mouth.

"It's funny that from all people you are the one to notice," Harry said in a whisper.

Draco looked to the ground. "It is hard not to notice, Potter." he answered, now feeling completely uncomfortable.

"That's not true, Malfoy. Nobody has noticed a thing except you, not even Dumbledore. Not even my best friends," Harry argued.

Draco's heart skipped a beat, hoping Harry would not make the link between him and his elvish features. "I think they are with you twenty four seven, so they do not notice the small changes, which eventually lead to a big change." Draco said, after a short silence.

"If you tell this to anyone, I'll kill you." Harry said.

"Don't worry, because if you do. I'll kill you," Draco said, with one raised eyebrow.

A small smile appeared on Harry's lips, before he turned around and walked away. Leaving a trembling Draco with Jelly-legs.

Draco let out a sigh and burried his head in his hands. This was going the wrong way, but did Harry just smile at him? His stomach fluttered with the thought. Now he was even more sure that Harry was going to be his.

A hand on his shoulder made him let go of the pleasant thoughts and return to reality.

"Severus?" he asked, looking to his godfather.

"I would like to have a word with you, Draco." Severus said in a way that Draco knew he was very serious.

Draco nodded and followed Severus to his chambers, looking behind him to memorise the spot where he had his first real conversation with Harry. Although it was a short one, it was something.

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I know you all want to kill me because I took so long to update. I promise to update sooner this time! Much Love, Black Elf

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(*I often use lyrics in my stories, to express the characters feelings. In this story I used A LOT of Evanescence lyrics. Their lyrics are so strong and match Harry's situation completely!)