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I haven't got a new keyboard yet. I nabbed my Aunt's one for this chapter. This bit I'm typing with the broken keyboard. It's useless.

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Anyway, here is chapter 16. I hope you enjoy it.

DARKNESS OR LIGHT. WHAT IS YOUR CHOICE?

Chapter 16 - The Night Of Seduction

What began as a supposed fun day to Hogsmeade on a double date, turned out in some ways, to be quite a mess.

After making sure that Harry had packed his overnight bag properly, Ron grabbed his already packed bag and pulled him down to the common room. Hermione was waiting for them, automatically reaching for Harry's hand as soon as he had murmured 'good morning.' He gave her a wan smile then the three of them had headed out the tower, down towards the entrance hall.

Harry said hardly more than three words on the way down. These words being a yes, no, sure and humph, which could hardly be constituted as an actual word. Hermione had seemed to notice his quiet state too and did ask him if something was wrong. Harry just shook his head in a negative.

Meeting Pansy came as a relief to Ron, who couldn't stand the silence anymore. Waiting in the hall with her was Draco and Blaise.

"Hey Ron." Pansy walked over to him. "These two are going to Hogsmeade as well and I thought they could walk with us." Pansy winked at him, making Ron grin. "Is that okay?"

"Sure it is," Ron replied before Hermione could open her mouth. Harry, he noticed had a slight blush on his cheeks and was staring at the floor in what looked like fascination. Ron understood. Draco was dressed in tight fitting black trousers which flared out at the ankle over black boots. He had on a blue shirt under his open robe which was open at the neck revealing his collarbone. His hair was flyaway and he was staring at Harry in what could only be described as hunger.

"Hiya Ron, Harry."

Blaise raised his hand in greeting. He was also wearing an open robe but was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Pansy had a closed robe, just like himself and Hermione. Harry was also wearing jeans and one of his jumpers, but no robe.

"Hi Blaise." Ron grinned back at him. Blaise mock saluted him, then turned to Harry.

"Harry. Where are your glasses?"

Ron groaned at the now repetitive question but Harry raised his head and smiled at Blaise. His first smile that morning.

"I lost them." He disentangled his hand from Hermione's and moved both of his to his eyes. "My eyes don't look strange without them do they?" His eyes flashed as he said this.

"Not at all." Blaise stepped forward and placed his hands over Harry's own which were still touching his face. He tilted Harry's head up until he was staring directly at him. "You have gorgeous eyes Harry."

Harry's blush grew more pronounced, especially as it seemed that Blaise was leaning down into Harry's space. A very loud cleared throat came from Hermione's direction and a very audible growl came from Draco's. Ron began to snigger in amusement, then heard Pansy sigh.

"When you've all finished," she tapped her foot on the floor and was staring at Blaise with a cross look, "I'd like to get to Hogsmeade today."

While Ron was still sniggering, he watched as Hermione swept past him, grumbling to herself. She grabbed Harry hand on her way past, pulling him with her. Pansy began walking also, pushing Blaise in front of her and grumbling about his lack of decency.

"Come on Draco." Ron stifled his amusement and gripped Draco's shoulder. "Lets get going."

"He. Is. Dead!" Draco emphasized every word, walking out of the entrance hall.

"He was just kidding Draco. He was trying to get a rise out of you."

"Well it worked." Draco's shoulders sagged and he sighed. "I'm scared Ron." he confessed.

"You. Scared?" Ron looked at him in surprise. "Why?"

"This thing, tonight. What if he rejects me?"

"He wont Draco." Ron began to walk faster. I know Harry and if you hound him enough, he'll confess."

Hogsmeade wasn't that great a place. Draco had decided that years ago. The time being third year when he had been hit with mud by a invisible Harry Potter. He remembered running back to school in shock, with Crabbe and Goyle right behind him. He had run right to Snape, babbling about seeing Potters disembodied head floating near the Shrieking Shack.

"Are you okay Draco?" Blaise pulled him towards the ice cream parlour. Although it was overcast with grey clouds, it was still warm. Probably the signs of an approaching storm.

"I'm fine Blaise." Draco let himself be pushed onto a seat outside the shop. He could see the main street of Hogsmeade from where he was sitting, also, the Shrieking Shack in the distance. "Still annoyed with you though, for your earlier display with Harry."

"Come on Draco." Blaise headed towards the interior of the shop. "It was a joke and you know it."

"That doesn't stop me from getting pissed off," Draco growled and leaned his head on his hand, staring at nothing. He was tired, worried and impatient. In a few short hours he had to go and meet Ron in the foyer of the Inn and borrow the key to Harry's room. He wasn't sure that he could go through with this.

"Hey Draco. Are you zoning out on me?" Blaise re-appeared at his elbow, holding two tall glasses containing an ice cream sundae. One chocolate and one toffee. "Which one do you want?"

"Chocolate." Draco said absently, moving his arm from the table.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"When did you realise that you had fallen for the Golden Boy?" Blaise placed the ice cream sundae on the table in front of Draco and sat down in the chair next to him.

Draco sighed, picked up a spoon and spooned a bit of his ice cream into his mouth. "Do you mean when I realised, when Ron realised or do you want to know when I actually did?"

"Start from the beginning." Blaise looked slightly puzzled.

"From the beginning?" Draco smiled. "From first year?"

"First year?" Blaise was shocked. "You've liked him for that long?"

Draco took another spoonful of ice cream. "I have, but I didn't know it. At eleven, it's not something you acknowledge, especially when you think you hate the boy. All these years it's been hidden by hate, until Pansy told me that she was going to make a play for him. My possessiveness kicked in and before I knew what I was doing, I was telling her, very firmly that she couldn't have him.

Blaise whistled. "Was that just after I woke you up?"

Draco nodded. "I began to watch him all of the time. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I continuously wondered what it was about him that fascinated me so much. I also couldn't speak to him, taunt him, anything. Then the chest pains began, after the Potions class that we got told about coursework. Harry was in my head and I couldn't get him out. I did go and see Madam Pomfrey about the pain but she couldn't find anything wrong."

"How did Ron come into all of this?"

"TheEmpathos Potion." Draco answered Blaise's question. "I had agreed to be the test subject. For an entire hour, Ron physically felt what I felt. He figured out my feelings for Harry and I, of course, denied it and ran away from him. On my stressful little jog, I came across Harry and Granger in the Transfiguration classroom. It was then, after they had decided to start dating, that I realised Ron was right. I was in love with Harry. Ron and I resolved our differences that night and we realized that we didn't hate each other." Draco trailed off and sat silently for a few moments, licking ice cream from his spoon and staring at the Shrieking Shack in the distance. He scooped up some more of his ice cream and began to lick it off his spoon again. Thoughts of Harry mingling with his ice cream eating, bringing some very interesting images to his mind. Draco scooped up some more and slowly licked his spoon, his eyes closed. Harry.

"Draco. When did you kiss him?" Blaise interrupted his daydream by nudging his elbow, nearly sending his spoon spinning across the table.

"About a week ago, on the Quidditch field..."

"Aha." Blaise nodded. "The day it chucked it down and you came in bedraggled."

"Draco glared at him and continued. "He didn't respond. Also, a few hours before you did, right in front of Ron and Parkinson. That time, he responded."

"Draco, would you just call her Pansy?" Blaise sighed. "Save her whinging."

"I like hearing her whinge." Draco dropped his spoon into the glass bowl and stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have something to do." He stepped away from the table and walked in the direction of the Inn which was situated in the centre of town. Blaise didn't call for him or follow him.

He didn't know why he was doing this.

A double date, to Hogsmeade. He didn't even want to be in company that morning. Harry brushed his fringe from his face and smiled at Ron's enthusiastic literanary over the new shirts for his Quidditch team. He wanted to have a look before they headed to the Inn for dinner. He was tired. They had practically been to every shop in Hogsmeade. Pansy was arm in arm with Ron, chattering and smiling. Hermione had her hand linked with his own, but was quiet. She had been slightly annoyed for most of the morning, over Blaise Harry assumed.

"Bloody nightmares." He mumbled to himself, rubbing his scar. Once again, a dream about killing, Death eaters and the dark mark had interrupted his sleep. Vin... Who was he? Voldemort was hardly in his dreams anymore, apart from when he was causing mischief. The dreams with Vin, saw Voldemort either in the background or not at all. He never saw Vin's face properly but he did once see his eyes. Black opaque eyes that you could see no emotion in.

"Harry." Hermione whispered gently. "Are you sure you're okay?" She squeezed his hand. "You can tell me."

"Just tired." Harry looked into her eyes and smiled back. "I'm okay." He lifted his head, deciding to focus more on the day and to stop his friends from worrying about him.

"I'll wait outside Ron." he said when they reached the Quidditch supply shop. Ron nodded and entered it, Pansy and Hermione following him in.

Harry leaned back against the wall and stared around him, his eyes halting when he reached the ice cream shop. There outside at a table, sat Blaise and Draco, eating ice cream sundaes. They weren't very far away, just off the main street but just far enough away so that Harry couldn't hear what they were saying. As he watched, Draco began to lick his spoon clean, his eyes closed. Harry groaned at the sight in front of him but couldn't look away. Draco cleaned his spoon and scooped up more ice cream, brining it to his mouth and licking it. Harry scraped at the brickwork under his hands as he leaned against the wall.

"Stop. Stop!" Harry whispered, closing his eyes in frustration. "Stop watching him." He managed to catch his breathing, then finally opened his eyes and looked up. Draco had gone and Blaise was sitting alone at the table, looking as if he was lost in thought.

"Uhhh." He moaned, suddenly feeling like was going to be sick. His head began to swim and he whiteness flickered in front of his eyes. A roaring sound was all around him and then, a high pitched laugh.

"Harry Potter. You can't escape me. This is your destiny!"

The now very familiar figure of Vin stood in front of him and the emotionless eyes stared back at him. He shivered.

"You will die!"

"Harry. Harry?" The roaring was subsiding and the whiteness fading. Red replaced the white and then could see the very worried image of his best friend standing in front of him.

"What?" Harry twisted his head and saw a frightened looking Pansy and Hermione staring at him. Ron was staring at him oddly. "What is it?"

"Are you alright? You blacked out."

"I did?"

"Yeah. Don't you remember?"

"No." Harry lied. He hadn't told his friends about Vin and he wasn't about to start. Ron was still giving him a strange look.

"Alright. Well, lets go and get your glasses, then head to the Inn."

Ron was starting to become very concerned. First, Harry was blacking out, spewing out some kind of vision, then not remembering about it afterwards. Then, going to the opticians to meet a guy who walked out of his back room, pushed a glasses case into Harry's hands then pushed them out of his store without so much as a word.

"What did Harry actually say?" Pansy leaned over the table and stared into his eyes. "I only caught the end of it."

They were now sitting at a table in the Inn, playing cards scattered over it. Hermione was sitting on his left, Pansy opposite him. The meal had been quite delicious. Three courses which Harry had eaten all of, under Hermione's watchful eye. He was now in the bathroom.

"Death, destruction, blood. So much blood.

Betrayal, hurt and anger. All will lead to the creation of him.

The one who is stronger than he who must not be named.

He is coming and no one can stop him.

Vin!"

"He actually said all that?" Hermione shuddered. "And he doesn't remember?"

"Exactly. Don't tell him either." Ron leaned back in his chair, spinning a key chain around in his fingers. "He doesn't look good as it is."

They both nodded to him, then Harry walked back into the room, yawning.

"How much sleep did you actually have last night Harry?" Ron asked, staring at the doorway to the foyer.

"A bit." Harry yawned again, slumping down in his seat next to Pansy. "Come on. I'm ready to play again." He picked up his cards.

"I'm not." Ron stood up. He had just seen Draco peep into the lounge where they were all sitting. "Need the bathroom."

"Why didn't you go when Harry did?" Hermione asked, exasperatedly putting her cards down."

"I didn't need it then." Ron all but ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"Are you nearly done?" He heard Draco's voice ask sarcastically. He turned his head to see Draco sitting on a couch next to the staircase. "I've been sitting up there for over two hours now."

Ron grinned. Draco had seemed flustered and worried when Ron had lent him the key to open the door. Harry had already put his stuff in there beforehand. Now he looked agitated.

"Nearly," he replied. "We're just wrapping it up now."

"You'd better be." Draco grumbled, getting up and stomping up the stairs. Ron sniggered, turning towards the boys toilets. The evening was nearly at an end and Draco's 'Night Of Seduction' would begin.

"What the hell am I supposed to say?"

Draco had been pacing the room for the past twenty minutes. When he had last popped downstairs to see what was going on, Ron had spotted him and had said they would be up shortly. Harry had looked exhausted and had been continuously yawning. He figured it would take a little while for Harry to ditch the 'harpy' Granger.

"Harry, we need to talk. No, too direct That will freak him out. Harry, I need to tell you something? No." Draco began to pull on his hair in frustration until he heard a key scraping in the lock.

Freezing, he watched in alarm as the door to the hotel room opened and Harry entered. He was staring at the floor so he didn't spot Draco standing in the centre of the room. Harry turned to the door and closed it. He then leaned his back on it and sighed, then he looked up.

"Draco?" he whispered questioningly. Draco's lower lip began to tremble as he stared into the green eyes of the boy in front of him. They sparkled in a way that they never had before, memorizing Draco and causing to take slow steps towards Harry. As he watched, Harry began to tremble and his hand began to search for the door handle.

"Oh no you don't." Draco lunged forward, straight into Harry. He grabbed the hand groping for the handle and pushed it upwards until it was above Harry's head. Draco pressed his body against Harry's, pushing him into the door and leaving no space for escape. "You aren't going anywhere until we've spoken. I'm sick of you running away from me." He felt focused on his task at that moment, compared to what he had been feeling barely five minutes ago. Harry was unmoving and his other hand was gripping Draco's shoulder tightly, but his head was lilted downwards and was not looking at him.

"Let me go. Please."

The words were whispered and Draco only just made them out. Instead of complying, he grasped Harry's chin and lifted his head up to look at him. Harry was flushed. His breath was coming in shallow gasps and his pupils were dilated so much that the green was nearly invisible. The sight surprised Draco. Harry was very much aroused.

"Draco. Let me go." Harry's voice cracked. Draco felt his breath on his cheek and he closed his eyes and shuddered.

"No."

Draco meant it. He opened his eyes, then watched as a tear fell from Harry's left eye, spilling down his face and hitting Draco's hand still holding his chin. Draco leaned forward and pressed his lips to the tear track, using his tongue to lick the salty trail away. Harry's eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly. Draco took this as an invitation and his mouth descended onto Harry's.

The hand which had been gripping his shoulder tightly, loosened, then looped around his neck, Harry's hand sifting through the hairs on the back of Draco's neck. As before, Harry was participating in the kiss, his head pressed against the door along with his body. Draco used his lips to push open Harry's mouth so he could taste him with his tongue. His hand moved from Harry's chin, down to his waist and pushed under the jumper slightly so it was resting against the bare skin of his hip. Instead of pushing him away, as Draco had been expecting, Harry gripped him tighter, practically pushing himself off the door into Draco's body.

Draco groaned into Harry's mouth and bit down on his bottom lip. He was intoxicated. This was what he wanted. Harry responding to him in kind. He removed his mouth from Harry's and began to bite downwards towards his neck. Draco opened his eyes upon reaching the hollow of Harry's throat and stared upwards into Harry's face. The afore mentioned boy still had his eyes closed and his head was pressed against the door.

Draco smiled and bit on the soft skin under his mouth, listening to Harry cry out. He marked his skin in three places, than began to kiss his way over Harry's chin to his mouth again. He stopped when he tasted salt and he raised his head to look at Harry's face again. Harry's eyes were closed still, but tears were pouring from under the eyelids.

"Harry.," he whispered, releasing the hold on his hand and cupping his cheek. Harry was still for a moment, then he leant forward and pressed his face into Draco's chest, his arms circling his back. Draco held him tightly, running fingers through his hair while tears continued to fall from Harry's eyes.

"Why?" Harry's cracked voice was muffled in Draco's shirt. "Why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean?"

Harry pressed his face into Draco's shirt harder than before. "This." He squeezed Draco's back with his fingers. "Is it revenge? Or just a ploy to embarrass me? To publicise that the Boy Who Lived is gay, or..."

Harry never finished his sentence because Draco picked that moment to bite down on his neck, making him groan loudly and arch further into his embrace.

"None of those reasons." Draco licked at the spot he had just bitten, then lifted his head to stare into the now open eyes of the boy in his arms. As usual, his hair was sticking up in all directions. His jumper was rumpled under his hands and he had red cheeks and bruised lips.

"Then why?"

"Why?" One of Draco's hands left Harry's waist and once again settled on his face. "Because I want you Harry. You are mine!"

"What?" Harry's eyes widened and Draco smiled, his fingers gently stroking the area of skin under his fingers.

"You are mine. I wont let anyone else touch you." He pressed his forehead to Harry's, his eyes a few centimetres away from Harry's own. "Granger I'll deal with until you come to your senses but anyone else, no."

"But...But..." was all that Harry could seem to say. Draco smiled, placed his hands on Harry's backside and pulled him up until he was lifted from the floor and in Draco's arms.

"Oh hell Harry. You shouldn't be this light." Draco was slightly shocked. He carried Harry over to the large bed and lay him down. "You haven't been eating properly have you?"

"Draco.." Harry was silenced as Draco kissed him again, entwining their tongues together as he settled next to him. He didn't release his grip on Harry in the slightest. When their mouths separated for air, Draco sighed and cuddled into him

Harry couldn't believe he was in this predicament. He was on his back on his bed in his hotel room with Draco Malfoy curled up against him, claiming him for his own.

"Draco. How did you get in here? How did you know this was my room?"

"Ron." Came the muffled response. That was all he needed to say. Harry got the point immediately.

"Why do you want me Draco?" Harry asked shakily. Draco was stroking his fingers against his stomach, his jumper having been pushed up slightly. "I mean, we've been enemy's for so long. Also, I'm sure you could do much better than me."

"I want you Harry." Draco began to kiss Harry's ear making him shudder. "No one else. I've never wanted anyone else. Just you."

Draco sounded adamant and Harry relaxed slightly. "Why did you befriend Ron, if it was me that you wanted."

"It seemed that we had a common interest." Draco lifted his head and stared into Harry's eyes. "We both wanted you to be happy. Also, I like Ron. We realised our mutual hate was ridiculous and not even slightly plausible. You do know that he doesn't think you and Granger are working, and I'm not just saying that for my own interests."

"I still don't see what you like about me Draco." Harry sighed as Draco just leaned over him, his head resting in his shoulder. He no longer felt totally uncomfortable in the embrace. "I'm small, too skinny. I have nightmares nearly every night and am practically blind."

"In order, I love that you're smaller than me, I'll just feed you up a bit, I'll be here to comfort you every time you have a nightmare and so are quite a lot of people." Draco shifted slightly, so that Harry's face was pressed into his chest and he was resting his chin on his forehead. "I don't care what excuses you come out with Harry. You are mine and you can't change my mind."

"But, Hermione. I can't do this to her."

"I told you Harry, I'll wait until you come to your senses about her. You want me too. You'll realise it soon."

"How do you know that?" Anger rose to the surface of Harry's being and he began to struggle in Draco's grip. "Let me go."

"Gods Harry." Draco sounded breathless. "If you don't stop that now, screw Granger. I'll claim you now!"

Harry stiffened in Draco's arms, immediately understanding what he meant.

"I know you want me too, by this." Draco leaned down and claimed Harry's lips in another kiss. Harry responded again, winding his arms around Draco's waist and probing his mouth with his tongue. When they separated, Draco grinned at him. "See?"

Harry grumbled under his breath and leaned his head back on Draco's chest, his tiredness hitting him again. He yawned and felt his eyes droop.

"Tired?"

"Yes. I haven't been sleeping lately."

"Okay. Let's get some sleep." Draco reached for his wand which was sitting on the bedside cabinet and turned off the light with a flick and a word, then dropped it back down.

"Are you going to let me go some time tonight?" Harry asked drowsily. Draco just sighed and cuddled tighter to him, mumbling something like, 'not a chance.' and swung a leg over one of Harry's own, effectively pinning him even more firmly that just his arms had. Harry didn't actually mind. He felt very safe and warm in that embrace. Yawning, he tightened his arms around Draco's waist and closed his eyes. Draco was practically asleep with a smile on his face, but he was gently singing something to himself. Harry could clearly hear the words in the silent room.

"I'll put a spell on you. You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you. And when you wake, yeah, I'll be the first thing you'll see. Then you'll realise that you love me."

"Draco?" Harry lifted his hand and brushed a few strands of hair out of Draco's eyes. Draco didn't answer him, but his breathing was deep and even. He had fallen asleep. Harry smiled and then attempted to gently pull out of the arms holding him.

As if sensing the attempts of escape, Draco's arms tightened around Harry's shoulders and his leg curled firmly around Harry's. Harry realised that escaping Draco's embrace was physically impossible so instead he lay his head on Draco's shoulder and sighed, sleepiness taking over.

"Draco," Harry whispered his name again. "I know that I definitely feel something for you. I'm not sure yet how much but I do intend to find out."

Well, that is the end of chapter 16. I do so hope you all enjoyed it and I hope it left everyone with unanswered questions. Oh yes, the song Draco was singing was Aqualung's Strange and Beautiful. A hauntingly lovely song.

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