Title: Save Me From The Dark

Author: Princesspepper

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

Pairing: Harry/Draco (suggestion of Ron/Hermione, but, of course, that is not important).

WARNINGS: Sexual content, adult language, self-harm, kinda dark, and some Ron-bashing.

(A/N): THIS HAS BEEN EDITED! BWAHAHAHA:cough: dreadfully sorry about that. Contact me if you want to read the lemon, and I'll email you a link. Okay, on with the chapter!

Thanks to: ozumas girl, Pure Black, twodollartrick,x-stay18forever-x, personz-of-da-dungoen, darkanime14,adina, clear venom, Beloved, Confused-Gal,and Justajester!

(Chapter Eleven: Giving In)

Draco watched Harry run away with tears in his eyes. He was afraid he had lost him forever. But he wouldn't let that happen. And Blaise wouldn't let it happen either.

"Draco, what are you just sitting there for! Go run after your man!" shouted Blaise emphatically.

"Right…" said Draco, springing to his feet. "And I want you gone by the time I get back, by the way." He added on his way out.

Once Draco had cleared the doorway, he started running at full speed in Harry's direction. He was afraid Harry had threw him off, but then he saw a flash of black hair whipping around a corner so he knew he was on the right track.

"Harry! HARRY! You've got it all wrong!" he shouted after his disgruntled lover, dashing through the corridors.

Finally Harry was trapped between Draco and a wall with nowhere else to go. So he just had to watch as Draco closed in on him, panting and dragging his feet.

"Harry… let… me explain…" breathed Draco in-between gasps for air.

Harry merely glared at him noiselessly. Ack, if looks could kill… Draco thought miserably.

Draco opened his mouth to say something else, but that was when Harry snapped. He lashed out at Draco, smacking him across the cheek leaving a large red handprint. Draco staggered away, a look of pure shock on his face. Harry moved out of the corner he was trapped in and bumped into Draco threateningly as he passed by.

"Bitch…" he whispered in Draco's ear as he slowly walked away.

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I just stood there. I stood there, looking like a complete idiot. With a red handprint on my face. I backed into the wall Harry had been up against and slid down to the floor, clutching my face where he had hit me. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Harry had slapped me.

I cried. I couldn't remember the last time I had cried that hard. The misery just boiled up in my stomach until it overflowed into my throat, pushing out a wail. I kept telling myself to shut up; somebody would hear me, and Malfoys don't cry. My father's words echoed in my head as sobs racked my body.

I couldn't just sit there and cry while Harry continued to be furious with me. He had called me a bitch. I had to rectify that. Slowly, I dried my eyes on the sleeve of my robes and eased to my feet. I figured he would either be up in Gryffindor Tower, or in our room. I prayed for the latter, so I headed in that direction first. It was exactly how I had left it, save for the fact that Blaise was gone. So I left and moved on to Gryffindor Tower.

I had no idea how I was going to get in; I didn't know the password. I would find him though, even if I had to wait out all night.

As I was running down the corridor towards the portrait of the Fat Lady, luckily for me, Hermione was exiting the Tower. I nearly crashed into her because of how fast I was running. She was quite startled at first, but then realized whom it was she had almost collided with and realization dawned on her features.

"Draco, this has something to do with Harry running into the common room looking furious, doesn't it?" she inquired.

I nodded and looked up at her. She looked at me carefully and saw the red handprint on my face.

"Oh God, what did you do?" she said, not sounding the least bit angry.

"Uh, er, nothing really, but Harry thinks I did," I mumbled, the cheek that hadn't been slapped turning red as well.

"Oh dear, has Harry jumped to conclusions again?" she said sympathetically.

"Yes…" I said, still embarrassed, "you've got to help me talk some sense to him!" I added.

Hermione gave me a quick nod and took my hand to lead me up Gryffindor Tower. As soon as we entered the common room, everyone seemed to look up from what they were doing and stare. It was so obvious that I didn't belong in there, what with me wearing very obviously Slytherin robes and Harry being angry with me.

I did my best to ignore them and followed Hermione up the staircase that lead to the boy's dorms. Hermione knocked on the door expertly, obviously having done so many times before.

I heard a great sigh coming from the other side of the door. It was Harry. "What is it Hermione?" he whined. Apparently she had a knock specific to her.

"Harry, there's someone here that needs to see you." She said. I elbowed her in the side, mouthing 'now he'll never open the door!'

She laughed, which ticked me off and mouthed back, 'don't worry, I know what to do.' I wasn't sure if I trusted her, but I supposed I had to.

When Harry didn't answer, Hermione sighed impatiently and knocked again. "Harry," she started, sounding quite exasperated, "just open the door. I'm not going to leave you alone until you open this door." She said firmly.

I heard footsteps. I began to get really nervous. What was I going to say? Would he believe me? I didn't know, but I knew I would have to find out.

Harry slowly opened the door, a glare apparent on his face. He stared right into my eyes and said coldly, "What do you want?"

I was utterly gobsmacked. I didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Hermione realized this and cut in.

"Harry, I don't know what happened between you two; it's none of my business. But I believe Draco when he says it was a misunderstanding."

But Harry cut her off as she was opening her mouth to say something else. "You didn't see him! He was rolling around on the floor with his 'friend' Blaise! Probably snogging each other's brains out!" Yelled Harry.

My jaw dropped, probably quite unattractively. All I could do was stare at Harry and think about the ludicrousness of the situation. He thought I had been kissing my best friend! Well I suppose I knew that all along, but it sounded even dumber actually hearing him say it.

I smirked in my sexy way, knowing that always got to Harry. Sure enough, I saw his expression soften a bit. But that didn't keep him from being angry.

"Sure Malfoy, laugh at me! I saw it happen, what the hell is so bloody funny?" he screeched.

"Harry… HARRY CALM DOWN!" screamed Hermione. "I'm sure you just walked in at the wrong time!"

"Oh sure, I'm positive that Malfoy was hoping that I wouldn't be in for another hour or so, so he could shag Zabini as well!" Harry retorted.

"Harry! Stop being a bloody git for a second and listen to me!" I yelled above Harry's noises of protest.

"I always knew you couldn't see what was in front of your nose, Potter!" I continued, now infuriated, "you read too much into everything! I can't even laugh and you think I'm cheating on you!"

Harry looked very hurt at this point. I suppose it was the combination of me yelling at him and him still thinking I had been snogging someone else.

"Draco," He said tensely, "it didn't look like you were laughing to me. You were leaning over him! Like you had just kissed him!"

I took a deep breath so I wouldn't explode and never get him back. Patience was a virtue; that was for sure. "Harry. Listen to me. I was helping him up. I had accidentally knocked him off the bed. I'm telling you, I—" But Harry cut me off in the middle of my explanation.

"Oh, I see, Malfoy," said Harry in a false understanding voice, "and what exactly were you doing that knocked him off the bed in the first place!" he roared.

"I PUSHED HIM BECAUSE HE SAID SOMETHING RUDE!" I yelled, making Harry's eyes widen. I could tell that now he was a little shell-shocked and he was beginning to see my side of the story.

"Look, Harry," I said gently, "I understand why you thought we were doing something… I probably would have thought the same if I were you! But listen, I wouldn't do that. It's a horrible thing to do, snogging someone else when you're in love with the person you're with. Well even if you aren't in love, it's a horrible thing to do. But you've got to believe me when I tell you that nothing happened. We're friends. That's all. We tried dating in fourth year and it just didn't work out. Believe me, I would never snog him again." (Authoress: whistle…)

As I made my little speech, I saw Harry start to come to his senses. His features relaxed and he met my gaze, guilt apparent in his eyes.

"I'm sorry…" he said softly. Then, wordlessly, he walked up to me and planted a kiss on my cheek delicately. He looked towards the ground and ran off, obviously going back to our room.

"Thanks Hermione," I whispered, then I took off after him.

"You did it yourself Draco!" she yelled after me. I smiled, happy that I had a new ally.

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Harry didn't know why he ran away. He figured it was just because he was so embarrassed having jumped to conclusions like that, he couldn't face Draco. But he knew he couldn't avoid him, so there was really no point. Besides, he didn't want to avoid him.

So when Harry reached their shared room, he ran inside and fell onto the bed, burying his face in the pillows. He lay still, waiting for Draco to return. He knew that Draco knew where he went; it was obvious. So all he had to do was wait for Draco to catch up.

Sure enough, he heard footsteps approaching a few moments later, and the door to the room creaked open. Harry sat up straight and looked Draco right in the eye.

"You were telling the truth, right?" he said seriously, expecting an honest answer

"Yes." Said Draco firmly. At this point, Harry was positive he wasn't lying.

"Psst… psst, Hermione!" Draco hissed. It was the next day and he was hiding behind a statue by the entrance of Gryffindor Tower, waiting for Hermione to appear. When she heard him, she looked slightly confused. She shot quick paranoid glances around the corridor, not sure of whom was calling her.

But then she spotted a glint of blonde hair behind a statue and grinned, walking towards the area.

"What is it now, Draco? Did Harry slap you again?" she said jokingly.

Draco glared at her. "Don't push your luck Granger! I'm only friends with you because of Harry!" he snapped.

Hermione looked very taken aback and bemused, with just a hint of shock. Then Draco started laughing.

"Haha… I'm just kidding… should've seen the look on your face!" he said amid animated chortling.

"Haha, very funny," Hermione grumbled, "now do you want my help or not?"

Draco stopped laughing just in time to take her query seriously. "Er, yes actually," he said with a dab of embarrassment in his voice. Hermione gave him a questioning look so he continued, "well, er, I need Harry out of our room for an hour or so later on. Could you, erm, distract him somehow?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Why would that be?"

"It's none of your business! Er, but I suppose I can tell you," Hermione chuckled at that. "Well you see, I need to work on the, uh, atmosphere of our room. And it's to be a surprise. So he can't be there while I do it."

Hermione giggled when she thought of why it was that Draco would want to create a different atmosphere. "Planning your seduction, Draco?"

Draco blushed fiercely, but nodded once in admission.

Hermione grinned again, her sick girl mind thinking of… things. "Alright Draco, I'll help you out. What did you have in mind? I don't know how to distract him! Nothing will distract him from you." Said Hermione, batting her eyelashes in an attempt to infuriate Draco. It was just so much fun.

"Er," started Draco uncertainly, quite inattentive from her last comment. He was flattered although he knew she was just brownnosing him. "Well you could just say you'd like to spend some time with him. Say that you haven't seen him too much lately because he's been to engrossed in his sexy boyfriend to hang around with you." Said Draco with a smirk.

Hermione glowered. "So that's how you want to play huh? Well maybe it was just because I'm too smart to hang around. I mean he's used to being around you…"

The two of them just weren't used to being nice to each other, they had to throw in some insults here and there.

Draco got sick of the game at that point and just let it slide off. "Whatever. Just tell him that you miss him, blah blah blah. Thanks a lot, you've really helped me a great deal." Said Draco genuinely. And then he did something very strange; he kissed her on the cheek. Then he just walked away like he did that every time he saw her.

Hermione stood there with her eyebrows raised, watching him depart. Her former worst enemy had just asked her for assistance with his love life and then she had actually agreed to help him. Then he kissed her on the cheek. Now she had seen everything.

An hour later, Hermione knocked on the door to Harry and Draco's room.

"Who's there?" called Harry absent mindedly; he was doing his homework for once, and was concentrating hard.

"Harry? Open up, its Hermione!" she shouted through the portrait, causing the painting of Salazar Slytherin to cringe and cover his ears.

Harry rushed to the door and opened it up, to see Hermione standing there, grinning broadly. "Hello Harry! Are you busy?" she inquired, peering inside.

"No, I was just doing some homework is all. What's up?" Said Harry.

"Well I was wondering if you wanted to spend some of the evening with me," replied Hermione eagerly.

Harry suspected something, but hurriedly agreed, happy to spend some time with his best friend.

He quickly scrawled a note to Draco and left it on the bed, just letting him know he was with Hermione and would be back in a few hours.

"So… where are we going?" asked Harry warily, as they walked through the deserted hallway

"Hm, well I was thinking that we could go to the Gryffindor common room and play chess or something? Or maybe just talk?"

"Uh, sounds good," said Harry. He thought it was strange that Hermione would ask him to spend time with her if she didn't have a plan in mind, but he waved it off and followed her.

Meanwhile, Draco was hiding behind a nearby statue, waiting for Harry to leave the room. When Hermione passed by with Harry, she turned her head and gave him a wink. 'Good luck,' she mouthed.

This was it. It was time to go in. He picked up the bag of things he had next to him and walked inside the room, ready to prepare for tonight. He was extremely nervous. He NEEDED this to be perfect. Harry wouldn't refuse him this time.

But that wasn't the only reason Draco was nervous. Contrary to common belief, Draco was a virgin. Harry didn't know that. He was saving that bit of information for just before it happened… It just seemed so perfect to Draco. He had been saving himself for somebody he really loved, and he knew that Harry was the right one. And him and Harry would lose their virginity together… or so he thought.

Hermione wouldn't walk with Harry back to his room. He could tell that she really wanted to, but there was something holding her back. It looked like it hurt to say no. Hermione was very torn. She wanted to see Harry's face when he walked into his room and it was all… transformed, but at the same time she knew that this was Draco's thing; he had set it up and she shouldn't intrude on the moment. She'd just have to imagine the look on Harry's face and then grill him later.

"Bye Hermione! See you soon." Harry said on his way out the door.

Hermione was on her way upstairs to her room, but called over her shoulder, "Goodbye Harry." Then she paused, "Good luck!" and with that, she ran upstairs, not leaving Harry time to ask her what she was wishing him luck about.

When Harry opened the door to his and Draco's room, his breath was taken away. He looked around and took in the sight before him, utterly amazed at what his lover had gone through. The dressers and tables were adorned with white, lit candles, emitting a fuzzy glow all around the room. It cast shadows upon the wall that moved in slow swaying motions, painting pictures with light.

Harry inhaled and smelt incense. He looked and found that indeed, one of the dressers had incense atop it and it was lit, lightly smoking and letting off a calming cinnamon scent. And the candles smelled like vanilla… it was wondrous.

But that by far was not the most astounding aspect. Harry looked over to the bed to find it draped in satin sheets. And reclining atop it was Draco, smiling at Harry and wearing only a pair of silk boxers.

"Hello, Harry," Draco said alluringly.

Harry couldn't say anything. His vocal cords seemed to have frozen up. He slowly and enticingly walked over to the bed and sat down next to Draco.

"You look a little uncomfortable," said Draco suggestively, "let me help you with that…"

Draco swooped down on Harry and begun kissing him desirously and hard, using teeth and tongue and all. Harry was quite taken aback by his forwardness, but readily gave in, caressing his head as they moved about.

Draco ran his fingers up and down Harry's sides, causing him to shiver involuntarily with yearning. He moaned, pressing his body closer to Draco's.

"That got a reaction," Draco murmured. He pushed his hands up higher into Harry's shirt, making Harry beg him to take it off. He complied eagerly, lifting it off in one fluid motion. Their lips crashed together again, causing Harry to moan with desire again.

Draco held him closer and lightly applied pressure to his shoulders, signaling for him to lie down. Harry adhered to him obediently, allowing Draco to lie on top of him, straddling Harry's hips in a very seductive position.

Draco went through his routine of kissing down Harry's body, leaving Harry to rest his hands on Draco's hips. Draco made it into a game, how many times can I make Harry moan? He thought. He was up to the challenge. He moved down Harry's chiseled stomach, lightly brushing his lips to the skin, causing Harry's hairs to stand on end. Which inevitably brought a moan. Draco smirked and moved on.

When Harry had been licked or kissed pretty much everywhere and had several love bites on his neck, Draco decided it was time to move on. He slid down so he could reach Harry's pants and looked up into his eyes.

"Harry, are you ready for this? I mean, you appear to be ready…" said Draco, looking at the uncomfortable bulge in Harry's pants.

"Yes… yes!" Harry gasped, quite impatient, "you look pretty ready yourself…" he added as an afterthought, causing Draco to blush slightly.

Once Harry's pants were off and they were both only in their boxers, Draco leaned over Harry and said, "Now, Potter, are you prepared to take me up on my earlier offer?"

Harry closed his eyes and nodded, and then leaned upwards to kiss Draco. Draco received the kiss without hesitation.

When they broke apart, Draco just stared into Harry's beautiful green eyes. "You know Harry," began Draco, "there is nobody I'd rather be doing this with. I'm glad I saved myself for you."

Harry nodded silently; at first he hadn't processed what Draco had said because of how filled with lust he was at the moment. But then the words started to replay themselves in his head, making his eyes bug out.

"Draco… you are a VIRGIN?" Harry said incredulously.

Draco feigned shock, "Yes, of course I am, what did you think?"

Harry just stared at him. "Well, erm, I'm flattered! And now I feel REALLY stupid…"

"Why?" inquired Draco suspiciously.

"Uh… forget it…" Harry grumbled.

"No, I want to know!" exclaimed Draco

"Well… I just feel dumb. Because you're a virgin."

"But so are you… aren't you?" said Draco, slightly fearful.

"Uh… don't be mad. No, I'm not." Harry said shakily, unable to meet Draco's gaze.

Draco's jaw dropped in shock. "Harry… wow. I'm not mad but… well as long as it was, you know, before we started going out… but…" Draco was babbling, obviously at a loss for words at this shocking news.

"I mean, I thought it would be all over the school if you had been dating someone! Who was he?" stammered Draco; slightly disturbed that this wasn't Harry's first time.

"Er, it wasn't a he," said Harry uncomfortably, which caused Draco's eyes to widen further.

"Really?" gasped Draco, "But… this is such a dumb question but aren't you gay?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "No, of course I'm not gay," said Harry sarcastically, "I'm about to shag a man, but I'm not gay."

"I didn't know, you could be bi…" Draco muttered, laughing anxiously. "But you still haven't told me who she was then!"

Harry sighed. "Are you sure this is the right time to talk about this? If I wait much longer before we do this it's going to hurt. Actually it already hurts a little…"

Draco gave him a stern look and said, "No, Harry, I want to know. This is not going any further until you tell me."

"Okay fine! But I won't like it!" said Harry stubbornly. "Well it was approximately two summers ago. I was staying at the Leaky Cauldron to escape my relatives. There was this girl staying there… her name was Samantha and she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. At this point I had no idea that I was gay, so naturally I was very much inclined when she asked me out."

Draco was listening attentively, nodding his head here and there to show he understood. Harry continued. "So it started out really slow, she was very nice to me, she seemed like a great person. We were together for the entirety of the summer, and I found out that she goes to Hogwarts with us. I was shocked; I had never noticed her before. But she's a year ahead of us, so I didn't really pay much attention to her earlier. She was very eager to take our relationship to the next level, where I was more tentative. She was always trying to persuade me to do things I wasn't really ready for. I thought she just really wanted it. I was wrong.

"When we were in fifth year, she finally talked me into having sex with her. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life and I was convinced that I was in love. But then, soon after, I found out that she had been using me. Not a week after we made love, she dumped me for no apparent reason. Well, to tell you the truth, there was a reason, I just don't like to think about it…" Harry's voice trailed off and Draco looked down at him in concern.

"Come on Harry, tell me why!" he pleaded.

Harry sighed and said, "Well alright. It turned out that all she had wanted the whole time was for me to shag her so she could say that she bedded Harry Potter." He said bitterly. "And there I was, thinking that we were in love. She was just using me." A tear streamed down Harry's face as he recalled this incident.

Draco kissed the tear away and looked into Harry's eyes, concern written all over his face. "Harry, is that why you didn't want to have sex with me earlier?" Draco said quietly, "were you afraid I was going to be like that bitch?"

Harry nodded slightly and avoided Draco's eyes. "Harry, I don't blame you for that. To tell you the truth, I would probably have done the same thing you did." He said sympathetically. "But don't you think it's time to move on? I mean, we know she's a bitch. I can help you…" and with that, Draco begun kissing Harry again. Harry gave in gratefully, relieved that Draco understood and felt a lot better from the comfort.

"Now are we going to do this or what?" Harry growled, softly biting Draco's bottom lip.

"Are you sure you feel better about this? You're all resolved? You know I'm not going to dump you after tonight?"

Harry nodded in resignation. "Then hell yes, we are going to do this." Said Draco.

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Draco lay on top of Harry, looking into his emerald eyes. They kissed again, but not as passionately as before, as they were both drained from what they had just done.

When they broke apart, Draco kissed Harry's sweat-coated forehead and said, "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"

Harry could only nod and look at him. "Much better than Samantha." He finally said, smiling at his lover.

Draco smiled back, very flattered. "And just for the record, that was a good first time." Said Draco lovingly, stroking Harry's hair.

Harry grinned broadly, kissing him again. "I love you." Whispered Harry.

"I love you too." Replied Draco. Just then, Draco heard a rapping coming from the window. He looked panic-stricken and went after his discarded boxers and put them on before opening the window.

Sitting on the ledge was a brown eagle owl that Draco recognized as his father's. He slowly, and in motions filled with dread, untied the letter that was attached to its foot. The owl took off immediately, obviously not expecting a response. But Lucius never expected Draco to respond to his letters.

Harry watched curiously as Draco shakily opened the envelope. His eyes widened in sheer horror as he read over the text printed there.

"Draco, what is it?" asked Harry nervously. Draco shook his head making it seem unimportant, but Harry knew better. He also knew Draco wasn't going to tell him. Draco shook his head in disbelief and fear as he read the letter over again.

Draco,

It's gotten around to me that you have become involved with Harry Potter, the target of your master's plan. I congratulate you son, even I would not have thought of something so clever as to get close to the enemy and then lure him to his fate.

I will be expecting you to bring him to the Dark Lord quite soon; I wouldn't want you to have to pretend you actually liked him for too long. It must be painful.

Needless to say, failure to comply will result in punishment. And you know what that means in this case. For your sake I hope this is just a ploy to lure The Boy Who Lived into our clutches. If not, I suggest you enjoy free will while you still have it.

Your Father,

Lucius

(End Of Chapter Eleven)

(A/N) Ooer, evil cliffie! o.0 Sorry, must keep things interesting, donchaknow. I'm sorry, I think I'm quite bad at writing lemon, so I apologize if the horrendousness of that part made you cringe. Please review! Until next time,

XOXO Princesspepper OXOX