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Harry looked into Draco's eyes, and it was hard to imagine himself ever hating someone so gorgeous. He wanted to be around Draco twenty-four hours a day. Leaning over and kissing him, Harry moaned softly at the thought of being with him all the time. When he pulled away, Draco stared at Harry and licked his lips, glancing up and down Harry's body - from his messy hair and blushing face all the way down to his bare feet. Leaning closer, Draco kissed his neck, just below his left ear. Harry had never had anyone kiss his neck before, and it startled him how good it felt. He found himself closing his eyes and running his right hand through Draco's hair, moaning softly. Draco began gently nibbling on Harry's collarbone, and Harry couldn't help himself as he moaned loudly and deeply. He felt panic begin to seep in - something was happening to his body he didn't want Draco to see. Putting his finger under Draco's chin, he brought his face back up and kissed him deeply.
"If you don't stop I'll have a problem here," he said softly.
Draco licked his lips and looked down, seeing the 'problem' Harry had been speaking of. He kissed him softly.
"And if you don't stop kissing me, I'll fall in love with you," Harry added just before Draco kissed him again.
"Would that be so terrible?"
Harry leaned back on the bed, pulling Draco on top of him. They kissed again, and Harry kissed his way down to Draco's neck, nibbling his ear slightly.Grinding his hips against Draco's, Harry heard him groan loudly.
"Be careful," he says, looking down at Harry, "you're starting something we're not ready to finish."
Harry smirked in a way that looked oddly similar to Draco's smirk. He ground against him again and felt the hardness pressing back. He looked up at Draco, who had groaned deeply and shut his eyes tightly, biting his lip. Harry kissed him, wanting desperately to show him how he felt.Draco broke their kiss.
"Harry? Will you go somewhere with me?"
Harry kissed him again. "Anywhere."
Draco climbed off the bed, and reached out his hand. Harry took it, and followed him out the tall doors that led into a long hallway. The entire house was relatively dark, even though it was the middle of the day. Harry was strongly reminded of Snape's office at Hogwarts. Draco led him down a huge staircase, and around another corridor, through a dark blue door. Harry looked around at the room they had entered as he was being led through it It looked like a kitchen at an expensive hotel; everything was covered in a shiny silver metal, and it was the biggest kitchen Harry had ever seen, though it had no tables or chairs.
"Do you, like...have the entire population of Surrey over for supper or something?" he asked.
"This is just where the house-elves cook, they bring food to the dining room down the hall," Draco replied. "Father caught me in here one day and threw a fit - he thinks house-elves are property and therefore shouldn't be spoken to unless you're ordering them.But I didn't really know, I was just a small child. I had no one else to play with."
Harry sympathized with Draco - he would have socialized with a house-elf if he'd had one as a child, too. Compared to getting shoved around by Dudley, a house-elf seemed like a wonderful companion.
They finally reached the end of the gigantic kitchen, and Draco took them thorugh another door. They were outside, and it was a beautiful, warm day. Harry wanted to stop and look around - to bask in the sunlight for the rest of the afternoon. There in front of them was a huge backyard, with benches, gothic-era fountains, and statues of wizards Harry didn't recognize. Draco squeezed his hand tighter, and headed off for a row of tall trees to their left. They had to duck to get through them, but Draco led Harry through the trees, twisting and turning as though he knew exactly where he was going. After a few moments, they were through the trees and were now entering a small clearing.
Harry looked around, his mouth slightly open in awe. They were in a dark garden, surrounded completely by trees. Instead of flowers, black vines and thorns grew up from the ground, encircling a fountain in the middle that was three times Harry's height. He thought of the book, "The Secret Garden', and laughed to himself, thinking that Draco had the devil's version of The Secret Garden. Although it was odd and a little eerie, Harry had to admit to himself that he liked it very much. He could see Draco looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you think?" he asked Harry, who looked at him suddenly, as if he had been broken from a dream state.
"It's brilliant," Harry replied.
Draco immediately smiled, "This is kind of my secret place," he explained, "where I come to think. When I was a child, I used to come here and pretend I was a Death Eater - that my father was proud of me because I had followed in his footsteps."
"What do you think your father and mother would think of you being...well, you know...I mean they'll never have grandchildren or anything." Harry asked.
"They'd never speak to me again," Draco replied softly."My mother would probably just disown me. Father..." Draco got an odd look on his face. "He's not the nicest person when he's angry. He'd probably beat the hell out of me, honestly."
Harry stared at him. "Your father hits you?"
"So you really like it, huh?" Draco was obviously uncomfortable, changing the subject quickly and squuezing Harry's hand.
Harry reached his free hand out and softly stroked Draco's cheek, wishing desperately he could take him away from the life he hates.
"Harry?" Draco said quietly, still looking forward. Harry stepped in front of him, forcing Draco to look at him, and kissed him softly.
"What is it, love?" he said, looking into Draco's stunningly blue eyes.
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
Harry fought desperately to restrain himself from showing his true emotions.
"Harry?" Draco said again.
"I'm here," he replied.
"I love you, Harry James Potter." he said sheepishly.
Draco looked up at Harry's face, and saw a single tear fall from his eye. Panic built inside him. Was that a good tear or a bad tear? He nearly passed out with fear, struggling to decipher the meaning of Harry's single tear. Was that happiness or anger on his face?
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**Thanks for all the reviews guys. Sorry it took so long with chapter four. Thanks for reading!**
Harry looked into Draco's eyes, and it was hard to imagine himself ever hating someone so gorgeous. He wanted to be around Draco twenty-four hours a day. Leaning over and kissing him, Harry moaned softly at the thought of being with him all the time. When he pulled away, Draco stared at Harry and licked his lips, glancing up and down Harry's body - from his messy hair and blushing face all the way down to his bare feet. Leaning closer, Draco kissed his neck, just below his left ear. Harry had never had anyone kiss his neck before, and it startled him how good it felt. He found himself closing his eyes and running his right hand through Draco's hair, moaning softly. Draco began gently nibbling on Harry's collarbone, and Harry couldn't help himself as he moaned loudly and deeply. He felt panic begin to seep in - something was happening to his body he didn't want Draco to see. Putting his finger under Draco's chin, he brought his face back up and kissed him deeply.
"If you don't stop I'll have a problem here," he said softly.
Draco licked his lips and looked down, seeing the 'problem' Harry had been speaking of. He kissed him softly.
"And if you don't stop kissing me, I'll fall in love with you," Harry added just before Draco kissed him again.
"Would that be so terrible?"
Harry leaned back on the bed, pulling Draco on top of him. They kissed again, and Harry kissed his way down to Draco's neck, nibbling his ear slightly.Grinding his hips against Draco's, Harry heard him groan loudly.
"Be careful," he says, looking down at Harry, "you're starting something we're not ready to finish."
Harry smirked in a way that looked oddly similar to Draco's smirk. He ground against him again and felt the hardness pressing back. He looked up at Draco, who had groaned deeply and shut his eyes tightly, biting his lip. Harry kissed him, wanting desperately to show him how he felt.Draco broke their kiss.
"Harry? Will you go somewhere with me?"
Harry kissed him again. "Anywhere."
Draco climbed off the bed, and reached out his hand. Harry took it, and followed him out the tall doors that led into a long hallway. The entire house was relatively dark, even though it was the middle of the day. Harry was strongly reminded of Snape's office at Hogwarts. Draco led him down a huge staircase, and around another corridor, through a dark blue door. Harry looked around at the room they had entered as he was being led through it It looked like a kitchen at an expensive hotel; everything was covered in a shiny silver metal, and it was the biggest kitchen Harry had ever seen, though it had no tables or chairs.
"Do you, like...have the entire population of Surrey over for supper or something?" he asked.
"This is just where the house-elves cook, they bring food to the dining room down the hall," Draco replied. "Father caught me in here one day and threw a fit - he thinks house-elves are property and therefore shouldn't be spoken to unless you're ordering them.But I didn't really know, I was just a small child. I had no one else to play with."
Harry sympathized with Draco - he would have socialized with a house-elf if he'd had one as a child, too. Compared to getting shoved around by Dudley, a house-elf seemed like a wonderful companion.
They finally reached the end of the gigantic kitchen, and Draco took them thorugh another door. They were outside, and it was a beautiful, warm day. Harry wanted to stop and look around - to bask in the sunlight for the rest of the afternoon. There in front of them was a huge backyard, with benches, gothic-era fountains, and statues of wizards Harry didn't recognize. Draco squeezed his hand tighter, and headed off for a row of tall trees to their left. They had to duck to get through them, but Draco led Harry through the trees, twisting and turning as though he knew exactly where he was going. After a few moments, they were through the trees and were now entering a small clearing.
Harry looked around, his mouth slightly open in awe. They were in a dark garden, surrounded completely by trees. Instead of flowers, black vines and thorns grew up from the ground, encircling a fountain in the middle that was three times Harry's height. He thought of the book, "The Secret Garden', and laughed to himself, thinking that Draco had the devil's version of The Secret Garden. Although it was odd and a little eerie, Harry had to admit to himself that he liked it very much. He could see Draco looking at him out of the corner of his eye.
"What do you think?" he asked Harry, who looked at him suddenly, as if he had been broken from a dream state.
"It's brilliant," Harry replied.
Draco immediately smiled, "This is kind of my secret place," he explained, "where I come to think. When I was a child, I used to come here and pretend I was a Death Eater - that my father was proud of me because I had followed in his footsteps."
"What do you think your father and mother would think of you being...well, you know...I mean they'll never have grandchildren or anything." Harry asked.
"They'd never speak to me again," Draco replied softly."My mother would probably just disown me. Father..." Draco got an odd look on his face. "He's not the nicest person when he's angry. He'd probably beat the hell out of me, honestly."
Harry stared at him. "Your father hits you?"
"So you really like it, huh?" Draco was obviously uncomfortable, changing the subject quickly and squuezing Harry's hand.
Harry reached his free hand out and softly stroked Draco's cheek, wishing desperately he could take him away from the life he hates.
"Harry?" Draco said quietly, still looking forward. Harry stepped in front of him, forcing Draco to look at him, and kissed him softly.
"What is it, love?" he said, looking into Draco's stunningly blue eyes.
"I think I'm falling in love with you."
Harry fought desperately to restrain himself from showing his true emotions.
"Harry?" Draco said again.
"I'm here," he replied.
"I love you, Harry James Potter." he said sheepishly.
Draco looked up at Harry's face, and saw a single tear fall from his eye. Panic built inside him. Was that a good tear or a bad tear? He nearly passed out with fear, struggling to decipher the meaning of Harry's single tear. Was that happiness or anger on his face?
**Okay, guys, hate you leave you off here! Please review! I'll write more as soon as I get some reviews, I promise!**
