A/N: Here's the fourth story! Only three left! This is a long one, so I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for your reviews! On with the show!

The Lake.

Harry Potter sat by the lake, hidden from the view of the castle and any passers-by by a tangle of thick bushes.

Tears flowed down the young wizard's cheeks as he remembered the events of yesterday. He just couldn't believe it had happened. He thought that Dean had been happy with him. Harry felt so betrayed.

FLASHBACK

Harry rounded the corner in his way back to Gryffindor Tower. He was on his own because he'd stayed behind at the pitch after the team had left.

A movement up ahead caught the Gryffindor House Captain's eye. What he saw shocked him to the core.

Pressed up against the wall was Blaise Zabini, being thoroughly kissed by Dean Thomas-Harry's boyfriend!

Harry tried to speak, but he could only manage a strangled sob. Hearing him, the two boys broke apart, shock evident on their faces.

When he had finally gained control of his voice, Harry asked in a deadly calm voice, "How long has this been going on?"

It was Dean who answered. "Two weeks."

"Were you going to keep it a secret or dump me?" Harry asked, his voice now shaking with suppressed anger.

"Keep it a secret, and if it lasted another couple of weeks, dump you." Dean answered quietly.

"You were cheating on me, and were planning to keep on doing so?!" Harry yelled.

"There you go again!" Dean shouted. "So selfish! Always thinking about yourself!"

"Is that why you're cheating on me?" Harry was really angry now. "Because you think I'm selfish?"

"Yes!" Dean replied, also angry. "That's exactly why I'm with Blaise! He gives me the few things I want, with no thought to himself!"

Harry saw the truth as soon as Dean said that.

"This is because I wouldn't have sex with you!" he screamed.

"Yes!" Dean yelled. "But now I've found Blaise, and he's willing to give me all of himself and let me in! So you're dumped!"

"Of all the nerve!" Harry gasped, too angry for words. "If anyone should be finishing with anyone here, it should be me finishing you!"

Blaise, who had so far kept quiet, stepped in.

"Look Potter," he snapped. "You and Dean are over, now toddle off somewhere and cry, or even better, go save someone-you're good at that!"

Harry whipped his body around to face the Slytherin as only a Seeker could.

"Shut up, you filthy whore!" he spat.

Blaise's face darkened and he didn't bother reaching for his wand, he just hit Harry. The raven-haired teen hit the floor with a thud.

"Come on," Dean muttered, grabbing Blaise's arm. "Let's go before he hexes us into another dimension!"

Harry watched them go, a thunderous look on his face. A minute later, it sunk in, and the tears began to fall.

Soft footsteps behind him alerted him to the presence of another person.

"Harry?" the person spoke tentatively.

The sound spurred Harry into action. Jumping to his feet, Harry stumbled back outside the castle, knocking into Draco Malfoy as he left the corridor behind.

END FLASHBACK

Harry hadn't returned to the Tower since then, and he didn't plan on doing so yet. Night was falling and it was starting to rain, but Harry didn't care. In fact, it matched his mood. Sighing, Harry gazed out across the lake.

Hermione had been worried about Harry ever since she had received anonymous letter, telling her that Harry had found Dean cheating on him.

Hermione was watching the Marauder's Map, as she had been all day for any sign of Harry coming inside, when she noticed a dot labelled Draco Malfoy heading towards Harry.

Hermione frowned and pulled on Harry's Invisibility Cloak. She'd noticed Draco moving about all afternoon. He seemed to have been searching for something, and Hermione had a feeling that he was about to find it.

Checking the Map as she ran, Hermione found that she was right when Malfoy stopped next to Harry.

Hermione carried on running, knocking Dean down the stairs as she hurtled past.

"Well he deserved it!" she thought vindictively as she sprinted towards the lake. Slowing and eventually stopping, reaching her destination to keep an eye on Harry. Hermione edged closer to the two teens as Draco crouched down to talk to Harry.

The grass masked Draco's footsteps, so Harry didn't hear him coming until the blonde stepped on a twig. Turning around, Harry saw Draco, and sighing, turned back to the lake.

"You heard what happened, right?" he asked.

"Yes," Draco answered.

"Suppose I'm a huge joke in the Slytherin Common room?" Harry asked dully.

"Suppose," Draco replied, but in truth he didn't know. He didn't spend much time with his housemates.

"Come to have a good laugh?" Harry's voice was savage.

"No!" Draco cried, hurt.

He knelt down beside the confused Gryffindor.

"It was me," he explained. "In the corridor with you, after they left."

FLASHBACK

Draco was following Harry. He'd seen the raven teen coming back from Quidditch practise and couldn't help himself. It was the only way he could be around his crush with out Harry insulting him.

Harry rounded a corner and stopped. Draco peeked around the corner and saw what had stopped Harry. Blaise Zabini was having an affair with Harry's boyfriend. Draco felt a rush of anger on Harry's behalf, but decided to wait and see if Harry needed help before stepping in.

Draco thought that Harry handled the situation well, although he was a little shocked at Harry's language when he spoke to Blaise.

Dean and Blaise left, and Draco resisted the urge to go to Harry until he was sure that the others were nowhere near, but then he saw that Harry was crying and couldn't resist any longer.

Moving quietly up behind Harry, Draco called the Gryffindor's name, but Harry leapt to his feet, pushed Draco to one side and ran away.

Draco paused for a moment, and then took off in the direction that Blaise and Dean had taken. He found them less than two minutes later, standing by a window overlooking the greenhouses.

"You really hurt Harry, you know!" he said fiercely when they saw him.

"Yeah, well. And since when did you call him Harry?" Blaise spoke indifferently.

"Harry trusted you, and you hurt him," Draco spoke directly to Dean. "You're a Gryffindor, you of all people should know that Harry needs to be treated with care. He's gone through so much and there's going to be more coming in the war. He can't take much more heartache!"

"You're in love with him," Dean said after a long moment of silence.

"Yes," Draco raised his chin to defiantly.

"Then go and comfort him!" Dean yelled. "I don't care about him! I don't care that I hurt him! Just let me get on with my life!"

"Fine!" Draco snapped, turning to go. "Oh and Blaise? I nearly forgot."

Draco spun around and smashed his fist into Blaise's face, sending him crashing to the ground. Draco then sprinted to the Owlry to send a letter to Hermione Granger.

END FLASHBACK

"You?" Harry whispered. Draco nodded.

"I saw everything that happened," he explained. "And I-I wanted to-to comfort you."

"Why?" Harry asked.

Draco took a deep breath and said, "Because I love you."

Harry stared at him, seeing nothing but truth in Draco's eyes. Using the little Legilimency he'd learned from Snape, Harry glanced through Draco's memories, seeing what the blonde had done to Blaise.

Harry blinked and looked at the ground for a moment.

"You spent today looking for me," he stated, looking back up into silver eyes.

"Yes," Draco admitted. "I was worried about you."

"Draco, why-"Harry began.

"Harry, I'm sorry for interrupting you," Draco cut across him. "But, it's cold and raining, and you're soaked. Can we maybe continue this conversation inside when you're dry, warm and fed?"

"Okay," Harry nodded.

They stood up, but Harry's lack of food made him feel faint, and he stumbled into Draco. The blonde caught him and held him tightly. Harry felt his heart speed up and his breathing went shallow as he looked up into Draco's love-filled eyes.

"Come on," Draco said, breaking the spell. "Let's get up to the castle."

The two made their way up to the school and down to the dungeons with Draco supporting Harry against him. They reached a picture of a rolling landscape and Draco whispered something. The picture swung forwards revealing Draco's private rooms.

Watching them disappear into Draco's rooms, Hermione smiled, and, still under the Cloak, slipped off back to Gryffindor to tell Ron.

They entered the living room area, and Draco shrugged off his wet cloak.

"You should take a bath," he told Harry. "But you haven't eaten since yesterday and you might faint and drown. I don't think you should be left alone. How about if I run the bath and wait outside while you get in, then stay with you to make sure you're ok?"

"Yeah, that sounds ok," Harry was slightly nervous about taking a bath with Draco there, but he knew it made sense.

In the bathroom, Draco sat Harry down on the toilet while he started the bath off, adding lots of bubbles. Leaving Harry alone to get in, Draco got some clothes out of his wardrobe for Harry and pulled off his own. Pulling on some trousers, Draco grabbed a spare towel and began to dry his hair.

"Ok! You can come in!" Harry yelled.

Picking up the clothes, Draco went into the bathroom, finding Harry lying back in the steaming water.

"Here, I brought these for you," Draco told the Gryffindor. "You can put them on when you get out."

"Thanks," Harry replied, watching Draco continue to dry his hair.

When he'd finished, Draco pulled on a grey t-shirt, and Harry couldn't help but study Draco's muscles as they rippled under his pale, smooth skin.

"So, can I just ask you something?" Harry asked, watching Draco comb his silky blonde locks.

"Sure," Draco replied, glancing at him.

"When did you fall in love with me?" Harry asked, blushing.

Draco frowned, thinking.

"Sorry," Harry apologized quickly, thinking Draco was mad.

"No it's alright," Draco replied. "I think it was during the first task in fourth year. I saw the others go up against those Dragons, and I remember worrying how you were going to manage. Then they brought out the Horntail. I knew that they're the most vicious breed, and then you stepped out into the field."

Draco sat next to the bath and looked up into Harry's curious green eyes.

"You looked so small next to that Dragon," Draco reached up and brushed a lock of black hair off Harry's forehead. "I got so worried I could hardly watch. Then, you pulled off that summoning charm, and that amazing flying-I was so proud of you! I didn't even wonder why until later, when I'd calmed down. After that, when I realised I loved you, I just hid it by continuing to be horrible to you. I'm really sorry for that. Every time I hurt your feelings, I felt like crying. I did a fair bit of that at night, I can tell you!"

"I'm sorry for being mean to you, as well," Harry smiled.

"It's ok," Draco waved away the apology. "You didn't realise. Besides, I wasn't exactly acting as though I loved you."

"I'd better get out," Harry said, realising that the water was getting cold.

"Oh!" Draco smiled. "Ok, I'll just..."

Pulling out his wand, Draco cast a warming charm on the clothes he'd brought in for Harry. Then, leaving his rooms, Draco went to the kitchen to find Dobby. After arranging for some food to be sent for him and Harry, Draco returned to find Harry dressed and exploring his living room.

Draco watched as Harry picked up a small glass ball and examined it closely, obviously wondering what it did.

"With the right incantation, it glows like a star." Draco's voice made Harry jump. "It was a sort of night light when I was little. I couldn't bear to part with it. It helps me sleep if I'm upset and stuff."

"Oh, cool!" Harry handed the glass sphere to Draco, who smiled and put it back onto a small piece of black velvet on the table.

"Excuse me, sirs!" Dobby's squeaky voice broke the silence that had descended over the room. "Dobby has stew!"

"Thanks, Dobby!" Draco said as he took the two bowls from the house-elf.

"Anything, sir!" With a crack, Dobby disappeared.

The two boys sat on the couch to eat, and Draco pulled a blanket over their legs. Finishing his food, Draco glanced at Harry to find the Gryffindor staring at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," Harry replied. "I was just thinking."

He moved closer to Draco.

"I got together with Dean because I really needed someone who loved me," Harry explained. "I just, I was really upset because of Sirius, and I dunno, I guess I just needed comfort. I mean, I liked Dean! I really did! But, I wasn't in love with him."

Draco shifted slightly to face Harry.

"I guess I was a bit selfish. I wanted comfort, but I wasn't prepared to let him in fully. I didn't want to have sex with him. I just didn't trust or like him enough."

"Harry, you are not selfish." Draco took Harry's hands. "You were right to not want to go all the way with him, especially as you didn't completely trust him. It turns out that you were right to do so, if he wasn't prepared to wait for you to be ready and just went off and had an affair. He was the selfish one!"

Harry smiled.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"You're welcome," Draco replied, glancing down at their hands, surprised to find he'd been stroking Harry's fingers unconsciously.

Harry gave Draco's fingers a squeeze and looked deeply into the blonde's silver eyes.

"You know what?" he said. "I only got together with Dean in the first place because I thought I had no chance with the person I really loved."

"Who was that?" Draco asked.

"You," Harry replied, with a soft smile.

"Me?" Draco paused. "When did you realise?"

"I think I realised I'd fallen for you in fourth year, as well," Harry replied. "I realised after the ferret incident."

Draco raised a hand and stroked Harry's cheek in wonder. Harry smiled and leaned in, then he and Draco were kissing, and Harry felt as though he were bathed in light. Draco's light. It was made of pure love, and Harry never wanted to leave it.

When the kiss ended, Harry sank into Draco's arms, laid his head on his chest and listened to the Slytherin's heartbeat.

"Draco, can I sleep here tonight?" he asked after a moment.

"Not that I want you to go, but Ron and Hermione are really worried about you, are you sure you don't want to go back to Gryffindor?" Draco replied.

"I definitely don't. I can't face Dean yet," Harry answered.

"Of course you can stay, if you're sure," Draco told Harry. "You can take the bed, I'll sleep here."

"No!" Harry cried. "Sleep with me. Just in case I need someone to talk to. I often have trouble sleeping. Nightmare visions of Voldemort and such..."

"Well, if you're sure..." Draco replied.

"I am," Harry nodded.

That night, Harry slept peacefully for the first time in a year, safe and warm in Draco's arms.

Three months later:

Draco walked into his rooms after Quidditch practise to find Harry sitting on the couch.

"Hey!" he said, kissing his boyfriend and sitting down. "Why are you grinning?"

"You'll never guess what just happened!" Harry said, snuggling into Draco's arms, breathing in the smell of the soap he'd used in the shower after practise.

"What?" Draco asked.

"I was in the library on my own after Ron and 'Mione left, I was finishing my Charms essay. When who should come in, but Dean and Blaise!"

"And?" Draco asked.

"And they were arguing!" Harry continued. "It turns out that Dean caught Blaise kissing Justin Finch-Fletchley! And boy was Dean mad! He dumped Blaise and then, after Zabini stormed out, he began to cry"

"What did you do?" Draco asked, interested.

"I just said 'Now you know what it feels like' and Dean begged me to take him back. He apologised over and over, saying that he loved me and hadn't meant to hurt me." Harry said.

"What did you say?" Draco laughed.

"I just told him that I'm in love with you, and I could never get back with a lying, cheating git like him!" Harry replied. "Besides, I've set up a little surprise for you, so why would I get back with Dean and jeopardize that?"

"A surprise?" Draco was intrigued.

"Come with me!" Harry said in a singsong voice, grabbing Draco's hands and pulling him towards the bedroom.

They entered the room and Draco gasped. Harry had placed a charm on the room, so that there were tiny twinkling lights hanging in the air, set up Draco's star ball over the bed and he'd strewn rose petals across the floor and bed covers.

"Harry..." Draco trailed off, and turned to look at the Gryffindor.

"Draco, I want you to make love to me," Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around Draco.

The blonde smiled and kissed Harry, pulling him close and moving towards the bed. They lay down and continued to kiss, removing their clothes slowly and letting their hands trail all over each other's skin. When they were naked, Draco began kissing his way down Harry's chest. Reaching Harry's cock, Draco relaxed his throat and deep throated the Gryffindor, making him squirm and tangle his hands in Draco's hair.

"Draco," Harry moaned, pulling the Slytherin up the bed. "Inside me, please!"

"Oh, Harry," Draco whispered, leaning back in to kiss Harry.

The blonde reached out and fumbled in the pocket of his trousers for his wand. Finding it, Draco performed a simple lubrication spell and slipped a finger into Harry. Adding a second and third finger, Draco gently stretched Harry and removed his fingers. Pushing in, Draco moaned.

"Oh, Harry!" then he lost himself in bliss.

"Oh, Merlin!" Harry thought. "He's so big! And oh!"

Harry lost the ability to form coherent thought as Draco began to move inside him. They moved together, the speed picking up as they neared the edge, Draco hitting Harry's sweet spot with each thrust. Draco's hand wrapped around Harry's cock and he began to pump Harry in time to his movements. They came together, screaming each other's names.

Panting, Draco gently pulled out of Harry and rolled off him. Looking at Harry, Draco was enraptured by the raven-haired teen's flushed cheeks. Harry's emerald eyes focused upon Draco.

"You are so beautiful!" Draco breathed.

"You're not so bad yourself!" Harry smiled.

They leaned in for a kiss and then fell asleep, happy to be with the one they truly loved.

The End.

A/N: Whew! That was a long one! I hope you liked it!