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The room was cold and murky, the shadows clinging to the walls and moonlight feared to enter. The only light that dared brave the vicious shadows, came from a few lighted candles, that stood on a transfigured desk. They cast their light over two huddled figures, sitting close together on the bay window. One was fair of hair and light of skin, while the others hair blended in with the shadows, and his skin tanned. Heated whispers passed too and fro, and they seemed to inch their way closer together.

"I refuse to believe that Harry Potter- the boy-who-lived, lived in a cupboard most of his life!" came a shocked remark.

Harry smiled gentle at Draco, and simple nodded. This was nice. This was what he wanted. He was learning about Draco, and was liking what he was learning. He now knew that Draco: played 4 musical instruments (that also existed in the muggle world), was a keen lover of art, was part French (which explained a lot in Harry's opinion), hated being mothered, despised being looked down upon and loathed the colour blue. It was…nice.

Noticing the blond was shivering, Harry wrapped his arm around the blond, and pulled him to lean against Harry's lean body.

Harry was only mildly surprised when Draco leaned up and kissed him.

Now this was perfect…

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Time passes quickly and days became months and still the two boys met. They met at night, they met at day. They talked in the bathrooms, in hidden alcoves, in empty classrooms and under the Quidditch stands. But they always met at night.

They always talked first. They talked of past experiences , about there days, and about nothing important. Little by little, they learnt everything there was to learn about each other, things they liked and things they did not like. But they dealt with it.

They always hugged. Whether it was a brief arm over shoulder, or a full body embrace, they always hugged. Whenever they kissed, Harry gave Draco the freedom to take things further, to deepen the kiss, to touch, to feel. And lately, things had definitely gone further…

Harry looked down, his head swimming in a sea of pleasure, to see the cause of this exquisite ecstasy. A pretty blond head, bobbing up and down, worshipping Harry in the most intimate and erotic way. He felt the delicate finely boned hands grip his hips, holding him in place forcing him to submit. He felt the blonds tongue lapping and his mouth sucking and was washed away by intense, razor sharp pleasure…Harry, tangled a shaking hand into the silver locks and gasped as the pleasure became too intense…He was floating…

Harry still shuddered at the memory, his toes still curling in delicious delight at the memory of the most arousing image he had ever seem. Well, second most arousing…

Harry could feel the blond shivering in intense pleasure, could tell by the moans that he was trying to contain that he was close.

Transferring Draco's length into his hand, he pumped the pulsing manhood faster, his saliva making an excellent lubrication. Feeling the other tighten and tense in anticipation, Harry looked into the face of the other boy. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, and small panting moans were escaping his bruised lips. His hair lay limp on his forehead, and his whole body was trembling slightly. Harry kept his gaze intense, and watched the others features, as the blond was pushed over the edge, the delicate hands gripping his shoulders hips arching into his hand…he smiled as the other floated away on pleasure…

Shaking himself from these delightful memories, Harry faced a new issue.

He wanted to tell the others. He wanted to tell Ron and Hermione and all the others who cared to watch. He was stick of only seeing Draco at night, and never in any comfortable place…As wonderful of their past experiences were, there are only so many times Harry wanted a blowjob in a bathroom. And what about the intimate step? Surly that should be done in comfort and style…Harry shuddered to think of his first full time in some old dusty unused classroom.

But how to ask Draco?

He knew by now, that it was more then simple pride that kept their relationship secret. His whole family would be shocked, but they would stand by him, if he came out as homosexual. But the fact that it was Harry Potter would really make it hard. And hen there would be the general publics reaction…

Harry knew, that Ron would never be happy with it. He knew that. He thought it would take Hermione some times to get use to the idea. The rest of the lot could go to hell for all Harry cared. But Draco …

The blond cared about what people said about him. Sure, they may call him a bully and a coward, but they did not make fun of his faults. Harry could imagine the sort of cruelty he would go thought at the hands of his slytherin classmates, if he admitted to be dating a guy. And Harry Potter at that.

The dark haired boy sighed…why was life so hard…he would talk to Draco tomorrow. They would have to faced this issue sooner or later, why not now? Then maybe they could try a bed…

Sighing again, the dark-haired boy lay on his bed, and tried to sleep, thinking of Draco in the midst of passion…

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