Pen: ... yeah I know I haven't written anything for quite a while but I hope you like this next chapter just as well as others have liked the older ones.

This chapter having stewed in my brain for a year and a half or maybe more OO is I think good fun but also has some parts that are just inherently wrong but oh so much fun to write!!! So I will be addressing some subjects that might have your eyes bugging out in shock so be prepared!

Warnings: ! , OO, , and a little bit of o oh by the way every body gets it on

Rating: strong R (if you want the deleted scenes e-mail me for them )

Chapter six: relief

Harry let his eyes fall shut in the stinging cold air a ball of anger and confusion brewing madly somewhere between his unruly hair and his knees. That's the reason he was out in the chilly late hours of early fall that's why he was haphazardly gliding in and out of Hogwarts pillars and performing stunts proclaimed unfit for play by Quidditch weekly. But no Harry shook his head reforming his thoughts, he was practicing, this had nothing to do with that bastard Draco, he was practicing. Shutting off major brain functions Harry swung daringly around the huffilpuff pillar and straight into the sky taking a deep breath and smiling maniacally as he began his spiral downwards.

Hermione sat quietly by a window in the Gryfindor tower a book previously being solidly read sat limply in her lap the view within holding less interest for her then what was transpiring outside her window. Harry had been lazily looping around the field dangerously close to the pillars and just as she griped her book in fright for his safety when he went into a particularly dangerous dive something flew out and caught him pulling him out of the dangerous spin. It was Draco. Hermione shivered when she saw the pale and the dark boy collide in the darkness it was hard to tell if the connection was passionate or painful but in her mind she saw the two in the hall... Hermione bit her lip and looked nervously around the deserted common room seeing no one there she continued to nibble as she magically turned off all the lights and summoned a blanket turning back to the view outside of her window.

"You self depreciative little shit! What is wrong with you!" Draco shook Harry's shoulders his hair in an unusual display of disarray. Harry looked up at the blond and his eyes glinted. A moment later Draco lay sprawled on the ground a pale hand brushing his cheek and eyes widening with shock then quickly sparking with anger.

"Just like you Potter I help you out and you display your abusive upbringing"

Harry growls bending down to close proximity with Draco's face. "You know the saying. If you don't have anything nice to say... then shut up." Draco was positive he had a cutting rejoinder but his brain opted for the less intelligent of his impulses. He kissed the lips so close to his attached to the eyes that promised death and pain. Their lips moved together for a moment then reality grabbed hold of Harry and slammed down into Draco's stomach with its force and bit him solidly on the lip.

Draco gasped and tears sprang to his eyes he twisted into himself and he turned from Harry in a loosely curled ball. "I knew that was a bad idea" a sad chuckle whisped into the air and Draco proceeded to pull himself to his knees.

"How. Dare. You. After all you've said! You made me feel like shit! And now you want me to... to... fuck!" Harry kicked the ground and took in a shaky breath feeling all the anger drain away looking at Draco's back. "Are you hurt? I really didn't mean to..."

"I'm fine" Harry took a step towards him but hesitated to reach out.

"Why are you out so late?" Draco turned around frowning, the only trace of the few tears he'd shed in the slight pink surrounding his eyes.

"I should be asking you the same question! Boy who almost fucking killed himself!" Draco advanced on Harry angrily "you're no prefect, the Weasly clan is still holding that position! So why were you breaking curfew to try and kill yourself in some stupid late night flying!"

Draco stopped directly in front of Harry chest heaving with emotion. Harry stepped back and looked into Draco's stormy eyes, they were more beautiful this way compared to the almost transparent quality they took on in everyday motions.

Harry smiled sadly at Draco. "Why would you care?"

Ignoring the question Draco began to turn away. "Fine by me Potter if you want to stay out here and get caught by filch or that bumbling old grounds keeper, not that he would give his precious Potter any type of discipline, which by the way you need desperat-"

Harry grabbed his arm and turned him back pressing him against his body and kissing him hard on the lips. "Is this what you want?" Draco swallowed hard and nodded. "Definitely" Harry forced his tongue into Draco's mouth tantalizingly then pulled away. "Do you care for me?" Draco leaned forward trying to reconnect their lips. "Noomaybe..." Harry leaned closer "try again" Draco closed his eyes and gritted his teeth forcing the words out that had been tickling the back of his throat for a week. "Yes, I care for you..." Harry breathed in sharply. "Much better" Draco glared. "I don't want anything to change, I NEED to keep whatever this is a secret. Do you understand? You were too nice to me in front of that Weasley girl."

"Is that the reason..."

"Partly"

"Good enough"

"For once"

Harry smiled for the first time that night "you're so cynical Draco, I can't not forgive you"

"So you like cynical what about bitchy and sarcastic?"

"Maybe when I'm feeling self depreciating"

Draco grinned "or when you're horny" Draco kissed his lips and found himself drowning almost immediately. Harry pushed at the robe on Draco's shoulders and let it drop to the ground.

Harry pushed Draco to the ground on top of the loosed robe and knelt over him as he removed his own wizerding robe. "You sure Filch won't catch us?"

Draco began undoing Harry's muggle pants. "He probably won't turn us in just watch the going on's for a cheap thrill" Draco smiled lecherously up at Harry as his fingers hooked through Harry's belt loops and pulled down.

(Deleted scene)

Hermione's eyes grew yet stayed on course she squeaked and shivered covering her mouth with her hands. What was wrong with her? Shifting slightly she felt the heat she dreaded pool in her nether regions. "Oh god." Pulling the blanket she had pulled from one of the now bare sofas she felt a jolt of guilt and excitement go through her veins as she dropped one of her hands bellow the blanket. This was wrong. But she didn't care. She needed it. Looking around one last time to make sure all of the students had gone upstairs she pushed her panties forward and bit her lip as her fingers came into contact with the warm wetness that gathered there. She caught her breath and grew more daring her finger rubbing harder and faster as she felt a flare of pleasure.

"Mione?"

Hermione stopped, and shaking pulled her fingers away glad she had turned out all the lights.

"Yes?" she squeaked

"I asked Neville where you where and he said he last saw you down stairs that was an hour ago... are you all right?"

Smoothing her skirt Hermione sat up straight. "I'm fine Ron" her voice cracked and Ron thinking she had been crying followed her voice in the dark and sat down next to her.

"Are you sure you are okay?" Ron watched Hermione bite her lip and smiled at her bright eyes. "Knowing you, you probably just passed up talking for reading and lost your voice" Ron grinned into Hermione's flushed face and on an impulse leaned in to kiss her. Hermione kissed back warmth flooding her for the second time that night and surprising Ron she snuggled closer almost completely into his lap and let her tongue loose for other things then smart comments.

(Deleted scene... I don't have this one written so if you want this one as well I have to get three people who want it)

Pen: Whahahahaha I couldn't help myself so review if you liked and I'll get started on the next one, chow!!!

Next chapter: Consequences of Relief