DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Harry or any of his friends, relatives, or associates. If I did I wouldn't have to write this fanfic, but perhaps I would anyway for amusement's sake.
Lying by the lake letting the sun beat down on his tan muscular body, Harry thought about the night before in the Griffindor common room with a smile on his face. Who would have ever thought that he would find comfort in Draco's arms? He recalled the first encounter with his lover a few years ago, when he was just a first year at Hogwarts. Drunk off of stolen firewhisky they had snuck off to an empty classroom. He chuckled to himself remembering the look on Draco's face as he came all over Harry's face and chest. Harry had taken him to new heights not yet achieved by hours of masturbation or encounters with the opposite gender. As the drunkenness wore off, Draco had pushed Harry away calling him a fag while threatening his life if Harry ever breathed a word of their meeting to anyone. Scared of being shunned by the populous of Hogwarts, Harry had kept it a secret for four long years. But every time he had seen Draco in the hallways or in class, the longing crept into his mind. He found himself dreaming of Draco every night, wanting, wishing they could be together again. Draco's continual rejection ate away at Harry's heart day by day. He felt a cavernous hole in his heart where he had hoped Draco would come to his senses and come back to Harry. Harry had tried to fill that hole with a torrent of relationships with his female classmates, but he always broke off those relationships with weak excuses.
Finally, about two weeks ago, while serving in detention for Snape Draco had approached him and confessed to Harry the feelings he had been trying to fight over the last four years. They had embraced, sharing a passionate kiss, only interrupted when Snape entered the dungeon to let them go. Snape stopped where he stood with a look of shock mixed with disgust on his face and proceeded to lecture them about relationships interfering with classes at Hogwarts. Harry remembered how shocked he was that Snape had not rushed to report them to the headmaster. He simply told them that he did not want to see them or hear about it from other students.
Just last night, Draco had confessed to him that he wanted to be with Harry forever, but how could they make it work when society was so against their being together?
"Harry, hurry up, we're going to be late for class," Hermione called from Hagrid's hut. Harry rushed to meet her thinking of his next date with Draco that night.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle with the flames. All feedback is appreciated. If I get five reviews, I will update quickly as I have many ideas for this story.