A/N: Hey, sorry about the wait. I didn't use to be someone who wouldn't update for a month, but lots of things have been going on. A three week vacation thoroughly relaxed me, I think. I feel better, especially since I got a lot of loot. Because everyone begged for it, yes, there will be slash in this chapter. Lots of it. Trust me. Not much more to say here. I think that this story will be ending pretty soon. Only a few more chapters left, I think. Hope you enjoy. Bye.

-CatJetRat

Chapter 8

Planning and Love

Draco's POV, first person

I wandered around the corridors, looking for Harry, and scowling at anyone who dared to look my way. I wasn't sure why I was in such a bad mood. Whether it was because of Pansy's constant nagging about Harry, or because I had been wandering around for about a half hour trying to find him after Granger telling me he wasn't in the common room. Trying to be polite, I mentioned that I liked their common room, but it could use a makeover. I instantly regretted that comment, since Granger then launched into a long tirade about house-elves and how they were doing their best, and they shouldn't be enslaved in the first place. I really wanted to just hex her and leave, but knew if I did Harry would be majorly pissed off, and there would be no snogging for a week at least. So I was forced to stand there for about ten minutes, until I finally interrupted her and told her I needed to find Harry. She let me go, only because Weasley chose that moment to turn up, and she was busy yelling at him about something. I heard her mention Harry and I wanted to stay behind and yell at Weasley too, but it looked like Granger was doing fine on her own.

I left, satisfied with the knowledge that by the time Granger was finished with him he would actually look like the scared little weasel he was.

But that still left me confused and concerned about Harry. Where was he? He wasn't in his common room; he wasn't in the Great Hall. That left few choices. I then thought that he might be talking to Dumbledore about keeping me protected. I decided that going to Dumbledore's office was my best bet, so I headed down there. It had already been a whole day since I had seen him, and it was thoroughly irritating me.

Harry's POV

Harry left the common room early that morning. The tension between Ron and Hermione was beginning to reach its peak, and Harry did not want to be there when they both finally cracked. Although Ginny had punished Rom sufficiently with the spiders, Hermione was still angry with him about it, and hadn't gotten a chance to vent. Ron was furious that Hermione had dumped him for a girl, and, as Harry left, heard Ron make some scathing remark about gay people to Dean, who was listening to Ron talk with an expression on Dean's face that was getting more irritated by the second. He then saw, rather than heard, Ron whisper something to Dean, then glance over in Harry's direction and laugh. Dean's hands were clenched, and he very carefully unclenched them and walked away. Ron looked a bit disappointed, and he then seemed to realize something. Glancing around the room, it was very obvious to Harry, and Ron too, that people were angry with him. Most seemed to be avoiding him, and few would talk to him. Harry, although feeling rather angry with Ron, had to pity him. Ron had thought that everyone would hate Harry, and sneer at him, so Ron, like the little weasel he was, scurried over to what he thought to be the safer side.

Harry then realized something, and it stabbed him in the heart. It had been the same way with their friendship. Ron became friends with him because Ron thought Harry was his best bet against avoiding sneers, and teasing. Ron had stopped being friends with him in fourth year because he knew everyone would be angry about the Triwizard tournament. He became friends with Harry again when he performed well in the First Task, when it looked as though people might like him again. And again, now. The second it looked like Harry might be target for jeers and insults, Ron had fled. And now that it was obvious people would stand by Harry, be would probably come crawling back. There's a word for people like that, Harry thought coldly. Cowards. Stinking, filthy little weasel cowards.

This, of course, did not mean Harry now despised Ron's family. No. They had always been kind to him, and Ginny even beat up her brother for him. It was just Ron he disliked and looked down upon.

Harry wandered around the hallways, not really wanting to go to breakfast, yet not wanting to roam forever. It was then he remembered something Draco had said the night before last. "Perhaps you're right. However, I'll need protection." And Harry knew just who to go to for protection from the second-most powerful wizard alive. Who? Well, the most powerful wizard alive. Harry headed down to Dumbledore's office, glad he had strayed that way. It seemed like his feet knew where to go sooner then his brain did.

Harry paused in front of Dumbledore's office, unsure of what to do. He didn't know the password anymore, but before he could start guessing, the gargoyle sprang to life and leapt aside. Harry frowned at it, and tentatively walked inside. He got on the moving spiral staircase, and while he was going up he tried to figure out what to say to Dumbledore. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far, since the ride was so short. Before he could even gather his thoughts, he found himself in front of Dumbledore's office. He walked inside, and there was Dumbledore, sitting at his desk and frowning. He looked up, saw Harry, and a smile came to his old face.

"What a nice surprise, Harry," he said, his eyes twinkling. "Come in, come in."

"Okay," Harry said, still slightly nervous. He thought he should probably mention the strange behavior of the gargoyle. "Sir, when I got to the gargoyle, before I could start guessing what the password was, the gargoyle sprang to life and leapt aside. Is it broken, or…?"

"Oh," Dumbledore said, shaking his head. "I charmed it so that whenever you come to the door, it will automatically open, in case something important happened."

Harry nodded. "Okay, that sounds fine. Anyway, the reason I came up, is because…" Harry began to recite a revised version of the events of the previous night. He made no mention of the party, merely made it seem like he and Draco had met beside the lake, and had got to talking. He did, however, tell Dumbledore of their new relationship. When he finished, Dumbledore just sat there, frowning. Harry had gotten up sometime during their conversation, and was now pacing back and forth. Harry could tell that Dumbledore wasn't taking this new news too well.

"Harry…." he began gently.

"What?" Harry exclaimed nervously.

"Harry," Dumbledore repeated. "You understand that what you're asking of me is impossible," Dumbledore said, sadly watching the boy pace back and forth in front of him.

"Why?" Harry burst out. "Draco's not like his father! He doesn't want to be a death-eater, and his father's going to make him become one. You can't just stand by and watch that happen!"

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Dumbledore asked patiently.

"Take him in," Harry urged, sinking into the chair in front of Dumbledore. "Keep him here at Hogwarts, keep him at Sirius' place, I don't care, just keep him away from his father so that he can work for the light."

"I don't see why," Dumbledore said. "If his father wants him to become a death eater, like you say, then why not just have Draco become a spy?"

Harry stared at Dumbledore incredulously. For a second, his voice was gone, and then he yelled at Dumbledore. "ARE YOU INSANE?!" he shouted. "Draco's only 16! He shouldn't have to put his life on the line already! I can't believe that you're even suggesting this! What is wrong with you? You've already got Snape as a spy, why should Draco be one too?"

"Yes, Professor Snape is a spy, but what if he dies? We need someone in Voldemort's inner circle," Dumbledore said patiently.

"What if Snape dies?! And what if Draco dies?" Harry yelled.

"It will all be for the greater good," Dumbledore said, and at that point Harry saw something within Dumbledore he had never seen before. Determination. Dumbledore was going to do whatever it took to win this war, even spill innocent blood over it. He didn't care who got hurt in the process. And Harry knew in that moment that he couldn't let that happen. Dumbledore was willing to go all the way to get his war won. Harry wasn't. He wouldn't let Dumbledore put the people Harry cared about in harm's way again, for he had already put Harry's parents in Voldemort's way, and now they were dead. Harry refused to let Dumbledore hurt Draco, or Hermione, or Ginny, or even Ron, merely to win a war. Harry's first instinct would have been to just leave the country and take all the people he cared about with him. But Harry knew that even if he did that, it wouldn't stop Dumbledore, and would probably just make him more desperate, and willing to hurt others. Harry didn't care who it was; he wasn't going to let Dumbledore do that. It was then that he knew what he needed to do to stop two powerful monsters. He had never had any real motivation before, besides not dying, or when the people he loved were in danger. At that point he realized that the people he loved were once again in danger, but not from Voldemort. It was from the man they had all considered their leader. Harry was done with this man. He stood up.

"No," Harry said flatly, and left. As he was leaving, he heard Dumbledore heave a sigh behind him.

Harry knew that what he was going to do would probably get him killed, but he just refused to let Dumbledore hurt the people he loved. Harry would leave tomorrow. Right now he needed to say farewell to all of his friends, and most especially, his boyfriend, the boy who he had managed to fall in love with in less than three days. Harry decided to say goodbye to Draco first. He walked briskly down the corridor, searching for the blond, but before he could get very far, a hand shot out of a doorway and yanked him in.

Draco's POV, first person

Before I could even make it to Dumbledore's office, I saw Harry turn the corridor and head towards me. It was obvious the he was too distracted to notice me, so, feeling sly, I hid in an empty classroom, and, as he was walking past me, I reached out, grabbed a handful of his robes, and yanked him into the empty classroom.

Harry gasped. "Draco? What are you doing?"

I smirked. "Isn't it obvious? I'm kidnapping you. So how'd it go with Dumbledore?"

Harry paused for a second, and then said, "Fine, it went fine."

I could sense he wasn't telling the truth, but at that moment all I cared about was how he was pressing me into the desk, and how beautiful he was looking then. Whatever. I could torture the info out of him later. "Okay," I said.

With that, I looked up into his eyes and ran my fingers through his messy but extremely soft hair. He stroked the side of my face, then leaned down and kissed me. It was just as good, if not better than the one the night before last. Soft at first, the kiss soon became more intense as he wrapped his arms around my waist, and slipped his tongue in my mouth. He explored my mouth for a bit, battling with my tongue, which wanted to be the dominant one. My tongue eventually won, and I explored his mouth for a little bit, battling with him too. His hands began to travel below my waist, and I gasped into his mouth when he held me. It was the most exquisite feeling in the world. He then slipped a hand into my robes, and began to stroke me. We had stopped kissing now, and all I felt was pure pleasure. I pushed into his hand, and his movements became swifter, rougher, and as his finger ran over the head of my cock, I gasped. He began sucking on my neck, and I moaned. My neck was an extremely sensitive place, and add that to the fact that he was rubbing me and sucking my neck like there was no tomorrow, well, I was an extremely happy boy. I closed my eyes, and tried to take in every single sensation. It was so wonderful, that it was almost too much. Then he stopped sucking my neck, and whispered in my ear, heightening my pleasure. "Why don't we take this to my room?"

I moaned my approval, but then held out a hand to stop him. "Not…your room…" I gasped. "My…personal room….More private. Not public…." He nodded, agreeing with me, and we quickly left the classroom and walked to my room. Fortunately, it wasn't very far. I mainly stayed turned on because sometime during our walk Harry, obviously bored, took my hand and began sucking on my fingers, which gave me a little tingling sensation. Fortunately we reached my room quickly. I spoke the password, and we went inside. I hurriedly shut the door, and launched myself at Harry, kissing him passionately.

"Whoa, eager, are we?" Harry asked, smirking against my lips.

I growled a response, and shoved him onto the bed. I jumped on top of him, and ravished him. Harry's movements in the hallway had made me extremely horny and turned on, and now I wanted to fix it. I pushed his robes off, and began sucking and licking his chest. I yanked his robes off the rest of the way, and threw them across the room carelessly. I heard the tinkling of breaking glass, but I didn't really care. I pulled Harry's jeans off next, and then his boxers. Soon he was naked in front of me. "Hey, no fair!" Harry exclaimed. "How come your clothes are still on?"

"Because I am going to be on top," I said firmly.

"Aw, hell n—" Harry began, but before he could finish his sentence, I took his bulging cock into my mouth. He gasped, and his hips bucked up. I nearly gagged, but I managed not to. I sucked him, and stroked him with my tongue. As I was doing this, Harry was somehow managing to remove my clothing. Soon I was also naked. Just as Harry was about to come, I turned him over. I grabbed my wand and conjured a bottle of lubricant. I rubbed it all over his opening, and inserted my fingers into him. I stretched him and flexed him, and soon he was fully prepared. I then got on top of him, and gently eased myself into him. "Are you okay?" I asked tenderly. He nodded frantically, his eyes squeezed shut. My movements were slow at first, but soon became quicker and rougher. I hit his prostate, and he cried out and came at the same time I did. He shouted my name, and I called his.

I rolled off of him, and we both lay there for a few moments, and I wrapped my arms around him. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too, Draco," Harry said softly, smiling sadly.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He sighed, then smiled again, and said, "Nothing's wrong, Draco. Everything's absolutely perfect." His smile then became slightly evil. "I thought I told you that you couldn't be on top."

"Wha—" I began, but before I could finish, Harry was on top of me, and he grinned. "This time, I get to be on top."

I grinned back in agreement, and he proceeded to do what I had done to him. When we were both spent, he rolled over, and I pulled him close again, then fell asleep with his head resting on my chest, and mine on his head.

Harry's POV, first person

I woke up a few hours later. Draco was still asleep, with his head on my head. All I wanted to do was stay there for a few more minutes, where I was safe, wrapped in his arms. But I knew I couldn't. I knew that if I stayed there any longer, I wouldn't be able to leave. So I gently pulled away from him, although it tore at my heart. I tried to not look at him, but I couldn't help it. I did, and I almost broke down right there. He was so beautiful, and he looked cold, and lonely. I pulled the covers up over him, and stroked his cheek. I kissed his lips, accepting the fact that I would probably never see him again. I them sat down and wrote him a letter explaining what I was going to do and why, and that I loved him and would always love him, even if I died. I then sealed it and left it on the bedside table, right where he would see it. I felt bad for making him wake up alone, but I knew that if I waited for him to wake up, he wouldn't let me leave. So I just kissed him one more time and left.

I walked briskly down the corridors to the Gryffindor common room. I left Hermione, Ron and Ginny letters saying what I was going to do, though I made sure that they wouldn't appear until I had done what I needed to. I did this by putting a charm on them. I felt certain that Hermione would come after me if she knew what I was was going to do, and I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't put anyone else I loved in danger. I quickly showered, and put on jeans and a t-shirt. I needed to wear light clothes that wouldn't get in my way. I then grabbed my wand, and my Firebolt. I wouldn't need anything else. I wasn't sure how I knew where I was going, but I was pretty sure that I would find it. I doubted it would be that hard.

Draco's POV, first person

I woke up a few hours later, and immediately noticed that there was something wrong. It might have been that Harry was gone, or it could have been the letter on the table, but I knew something screwy was going on. I leapt out of bed, grabbed the letter and slit it open with my wand. I read through it quickly, and stood up, yanking on some clothes. I needed to find Granger. She, much as I hated to admit it, would know what to do.

I met her halfway along my trip to Gryffindor Tower. She took one look at my freaked face and could immediately tell that something was wrong. "What happened?" She asked. I shoved Harry's letter under her nose. "Harry's gone," I said. "He left me this. He's gone to kill Voldemort."

A/N: It took me a while, but I hope it was worth it. Here's the teaser:

Teaser:

"Ah," said a high-pitched, ice-cold voice. "I thought you'd come Potter. Did you finally come to see that Dumbledore is really an old fool, and my way is better?"

"You got half that right," Harry sneered, and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort laughed cruelly, and dodged it. "Nice try, Harry," he said. "Now let me try. Avada Kedavra!"

The green light shot towards Harry, who had nowhere to go. There was a wall of death eaters closing in on him, and he was trapped.

A/N: What did you think of that teaser? I liked it, but then again, I wrote it, so…I kind of have to. Lol. Review, please. It makes me happy. Now onto reviewer responses. I'm almost at 100! YAY! I love you all! Mwah! Mwah!

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-CatJetRat