Disclaimer: See first chap

A/N My beta got this to me super fast -claps for beta- So I am able to update tonight, yayness xD I think it'll start to get more interesting next chapter, now that Boot's getting into the fic more again, so hope ya enjoy this erm more like a filler chapter. loves to all those who reviewed :)

Harry sat in Draco's room looking around the spacious room on a warm chair by his bed. The room was simply decorated, but it had an appeal that made Harry think 'Draco.' Of course it may just be the fact the room was all green, silver and black.

Draco smiled at Harry as he took out a brown book from a stack of books piled by his bed. Walking over to Harry he handed the book over to Harry who stared at it stupidly for a few seconds.

Curses and Nurses it was named, and the book looked like it was well kept. Glossy and creased ever so lightly on the spine, it felt light in Harry's hands. Harry looked up from the book to see Draco staring at him intently.

"What?" Harry asked, feeling uneasy with that stare Draco was giving him.

"You look cute when you're wondering about something" Draco responded, moving closer to Harry and cupping a hand under Harry's chin. Harry felt the tell tale blush creeping onto his skin.

"Ummm, the book Draco?" Harry said, feeling open and vulnerable for some reason.

"Oh, right" he said, flashing Harry another smirk that looked very fetching on him. Harry blushed a deeper red.

Draco started to point out curses that gave people cuts, boils, threw darts, transfigured someone into a harmless guppy, and tortured them. Harry looked at Draco with a raised eyebrow at the extensive curses explained in the book.

"Harry, don't give me that look. After all Lucius Malfoy is my father." Draco said, giving him a patronizing pout.

"Point taken" Harry replied. He curled his hands around the book and held it close to his side like he was holding a small pet. Draco leaned in and kissed Harry gently on the lips, encasing Harry in his embrace.

Harry wound his hands around Draco's neck and clung tightly when Draco picked him up by his waist. Draco maneuvered them to the bed, kissing more harshly and teasing Harry's tongue with his own. Harry felt like a puppet on string, allowing Draco to touch him as intimately as he was.

Draco pulled Harry's robes over his head and snuck Harry's shirt off of his torso. Harry suddenly came back to being his own master when Draco managed to pull his pant's off and Harry was only clad in his boxers.

Harry moved his hands in between him and Draco, pushing up on Draco's bare chest to get Draco off of him. 'When did he lose the shirt?' Harry thought and realized Draco was only in his boxers as well. 'This is not going well' Harry thought, pushing Draco off of him.

"Harry wha—" Draco asked, looking confused and annoyed because of sexual tension in his body.

"I can't do this, not like this, it doesn't feel right." Harry explained, looking at Draco with apologetic eyes. Draco returned the stare with his silver eyes, boring into Harry hiding what he was feeling and thinking. Draco leaned over Harry's form that still lay down on the bed.

"Harry, I'm not Boot! I won't hurt you like that!" Draco started to protest and Harry put his finger over Draco's mouth.

"I know, it just doesn't feel right to do anything right now." Harry said, wishing he could explain how he felt. He wanted something with Draco to be romantic, rather then just pure hormonal need. 'Do I really care for Draco like that?' Harry thought, figuring he wouldn't want to be romantic unless he cared about Draco.

Harry felt scared, excited, and confused. "At least stay here with me Harry." Draco asked, and Harry felt that he couldn't refuse. So he slowly nodded his head and got up to pick up his pants when he felt Draco's arms snake around his waist. "In just this, please Harry, for me?" Draco requested.

Harry sighed, but nodded his head. "Okay" he choked out, allowing himself to become a puppet again. He was led under the covers and snuggled up to Draco's warmth on the cool blankets. Draco's arms stayed close to him for the rest of the night.

Terry Boot glared at the starry night outside; knowing that Malfoy was trying to take what was his. Boot didn't know why Malfoy wouldn't leave Harry alone; it would be self-preserving if he left someone else's toy alone.

Terry Boot knew what he had to do; he had to separate Harry from Malfoy before they grew inseparable. Terry rubbed his sore arm, which had been afflicted with dart punctures earlier on thanks to Malfoy's curse.

Malfoy knew what he was getting into, but Harry would see Terry's way. How could he not see he was Terry's? Terry had played with him first and deserved to have him until he broke, then Malfoy could have him to fix.

Terry, after all, didn't want used goods. And Harry had yet to be played with; he was very new and innocent. Perfect for being one of Terry's possessions for now. Terry Boot wanted Harry potter to become his used goods.

Harry had stuck close to Draco ever since Boot had confronted him, and Harry planned to stay close to Draco until he learned how to use the curses Draco had told him about last night.

Harry walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down beside Ron and Hermione. Harry noticed Boot staring intently on him and involuntarily shivered. Boot seemed to be thinking, and Boot thinking while staring at Harry hungrily was not something Harry enjoyed watching.

"Harry where were you last night?" Hermione asked when Ron got up to go the bathroom. Harry didn't see the grin that crossed Boot's face when Ron got up and left the Gryffindor table to go to the bathroom before classes started.

Harry shrugged and ate his eggs. "Draco's room" he said lazily.

Hermione gasped. "You didn't do anything right?" Hermione asked, looking shocked at Harry as if he had created some huge scandal.

"What Hermione? Oh god no! I don't know why but.. I want to be romantic with him. Ugh romance and Malfoy shouldn't go together!" Harry said, laughing as he took another bite of his eggs.

"I'm just saying, Malfoy could easily persuade you to do it Harry!" Hermione insisted, taking a bite of buttered toast.

"No he can't Hermione, no he can't." Harry said confidently. Malfoy couldn't get one over him, ever.

Review!! Add in susgesstions I would love to hear any ideas! I think I'm getting close to the end of this fic, regretfully.