A/n: It's funny to hear that you find the story so sweet and fluffy. You're probably right, but I wasn't actually going for fluff with this one. But it's fine. I had actually originally thought that someone would be telling me off for not having them hold hands or verbalize their affection enough. :)

Oh yeah, fine. Beware of the warnings.

Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am home again

Draco walked into the Room of Requirement. Harry wasn't there yet, although he had promised he would come as soon as he could. Draco sometimes wished the gryffindor would be there before him, waiting for him. It seemed like it was always he who was doing all the waiting.

He took his robe off and tossed it on an armchair. He went to sit on the bed and take off his shoes and socks.

Harry had once again patched things up with the side-kicks, but from what Draco had understood, it wasn't going so well between the three of them. And it was Draco who was feeling it. Harry was spending more time with them than ever. He really shouldn't have encouraged the gryffindor to try to keep his friends. He had nurtured Harry's happiness on the expense of his own. Stupid!

He was just pulling his jumper off when Harry walked in.

"You're late" Draco said.

Harry just looked at him for a moment. Then he shut the door behind him and started taking his robe off.

"I'm sorry" he said and put the robe away. "I couldn't think of a good excuse to get away." Harry was shaking his head.

"You could just say you're off to fuck with your boyfriend" Draco said nastily, pulling his tie over his head. "I'm sure it would be reason enough."

Harry, who had just been pulling his jumper over his head, froze at this.

"They wouldn't have to know it's actually me you're meeting" Draco went on.

Harry looked at Draco for a moment longer, before he went back to his jumper.

"They don't know I'm gay" he said while putting the jumper away.

"And why is that?" Draco asked spitefully while unbuttoning his shirt. "Can't tarnish the Golden Boy image with such an abnormality?"

Harry just looked at Draco angrily. "That's got nothing to do with it" he said and pulled his tie off. "I don't understand why it should be a big coming-out issue. My sexuality doesn't define me."

Draco shook his unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders. "Oh, and it'll be a great message you'll be sending out to the wizarding world when it's reveled later that the Boy Who Lived was a closet case all these years."

Harry pulled his half-unbuttoned shirt over his head with a groan. He really hated that nickname, and Draco knew it too.

"That's rich, coming from you" Harry replied evilly.

Draco waited for Harry to go on, because he honestly didn't know what the other boy was talking about.

"Mr. Always on top" Harry muttered, while working on the cuffs.

Draco crossed his arms over his chest protectively. What?

"What?" the slytherin asked, his voice loosing some of it's vicinity.

Harry looked up. "In some cultures, the one who does the fucking, is not necessarily considered homosexual" he said with a hard voice. "It's the one who is taking it up the arse that's the poofter. Fucking another bloke is just a sign of male dominance."

Neither of them said anything for a while. Finally Draco uncrossed his arms and put his hands on his hips.

"So what are you actually saying?" he said coldly. "That I'm forcing you to it? That I'm a closet case? Or that I'm in fact straight?" Harry didn't say anything. "What?" Draco demanded, quite angrily.

Harry sighed, squeezed his shirt into a ball and threw it to a corner with frustration.

Draco strode to his robe, took out the lube and went up to Harry, pushing him forcefully against the wall and holding him still with his body.

"I like kissing you, I like touching you" he said with a low voice, making Harry swallow nervously.

"I like sucking you and I like fucking you" Draco continued with the same low voice, but he couldn't help himself from rubbing his crotch against the gryffindor's. Harry's breathing was becoming shallow.

"I like to hear you beg for more and I love to be able to give you more" he panted to Harry's neck, all the while keeping up the friction. Harry tilted his head back and moaned, closing his eyes.

"So sue me" he whispered to the gryffindor's ear and ceased with the ministrations. He pulled back a bit and looked at Harry who was just opening his eyes.

"But if you're unsatisfied, we'll do it the other way around" Draco said calmly. He brought his hand between them and offered the lube to Harry. "We'll take turns" he said.

Harry was breathing heavily. He looked at the lube, then he looked at Draco's eyes. Then he looked at the lube again. Finally he lifted his gaze again.

"Maybe some other time" he muttered quickly before attacking Draco with a frantic kiss. He immediately went to fumble with Draco's belt buckle, trying to open it without looking down.

Draco recovered from his surprise, and forcefully unbuttoned Harry's trousers, pushing them down. He grabbed Harry's strained manhood and stroke it hard.

Harry threw his head back and moaned violently. Draco latched his lips to the gryffindor's neck, and then moved to suck him behind the ear. He wanted Harry to come right there and then, in his hands. But Harry grabbed Draco's wrist and fluttered his eyes open.

"So fuck me. Make me beg for more" he said, looking at Draco's eyes, before turning around and putting his hands against the wall in front of him.

Draco pushed Harry's trousers all the way down, and then did the same to himself. He covered his fingers with the lube, and without any warning went to prepare Harry.

The gryffindor arched his back at the sudden intrusion, and started pushing back. Draco added a second finger, making Harry's back arch again. He knew exactly where to find Harry's prostate by now.

Harry curled his hands into fists and groaned loudly. "It's good" he finally panted out after a few more pushes.

Draco reached for the lube once more. "Are you sure?" he asked carefully, while coating himself with the substance. He usually prepared Harry more then this.

Harry nodded his head. "Do it fast" he said quietly.

Draco placed himself against Harry and took hold of the gryffindor's hips. Harry bent a little bit forward, leaning against the wall. With one quick push, Draco buried himself in Harry completely.

Harry cried out loudly and leaned his forehead on one of his curled fists. Draco cried out almost just as loudly.

After a moment of adjusting, Harry straightened a bit gingerly and rested his head backwards on Draco's shoulder. Draco wrapped his arms tightly around Harry's chest and Harry reached backwards to grab one of Draco's buttcheeks.

They stayed like that, panting. Slowly Draco started moving ever so slightly. There wasn't a lot of leverage, but he could still see Harry squeezing his eyes shut. A lonely tear escaped from the corner of Harry's eye, rolling down the cheek. Draco captured it with his lips, kissing it away, and Harry opened his eyes, smiling a bit at the ceiling.

Draco's movements were becoming deeper and Harry bent forward, placing both his hands against the wall again.

Draco reluctantly let go of Harry's chest and moved his hands back to the gryffindor's hips again. He was still being careful with the force of his movements, but when he felt Harry start pushing back, he knew it was all right for him to take it up a notch.

Harry moaned appreciatively at the change of tempo. Draco bent forward and nibbled on the gryffindor's back. He reached around for Harry's manhood, but Harry beat him to it.

"I got it" the gryffindor panted out. "Just... please... harder."

Draco immediately straightened himself and took a firm hold of Harry's hips for leverage. He started pounding fast and hard, and only panting, groans and the sound of flesh against flesh could be heard.

They came almost simultaneously, as Draco pushed Harry against the wall for one last time. Panting, Harry leaned his head forward against the wall and Draco nuzzled his sweaty neck.

After a moment of intense breathing, Harry turned slowly around to face the slytherin, leaning against the wall now behind him.

"Are you all right?" Draco asked him.

"Yes" Harry replied a bit tiredly.

Draco looked at him some more and Harry looked back. Finally the gryffindor nodded and Draco believed him. He pulled Harry's trousers up for him. He pulled his own boxers up and stepped out of his trousers, kicking them aside.

Then he went to sit on the bed, and turned to look at Harry, who was still leaning against the wall.

"I'm still pissed" he informed the gryffindor.

Harry turned his head to look at him. "I can see that, but I don't understand why" he said.

"There are people who look up to you" Draco explained. "Your coming out could really help wizards and witches understand that there is another hero type than the heterosexual one."

"Fuck you" came the angry response.

Draco did a dismissive wave with his hand and went to lie on his back on the bed.

"You're such a hypocrite" Harry went on. "You're only talking about this because you are a faggot yourself."

'Oh, so now I am gay' Draco thought to himself as the gryffindor went on.

"Just like you defend wizards against muggles, because you are a wizard, and preach about pure-bloods, because you're one yourself."

"Well, that's the way it works" Draco drawled lazily. "Don't be naive."

"'If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at the way he treats his inferiors, not his equals'" Harry quoted what he had heard his late godfather once tell Ron. "The day I see you campaigning for House Elf Rights, is the day I'll allow you to cash in on my supposed fame."

Draco just shook his head. He hated fighting with Harry. The gryffindor would get so vicious, expecting the absolute worst of him. Harry really knew what to say to make him feel like an ugly piece of shit.

After a moment of silence, Draco could hear the gryffindor sigh. "I understand what you're saying" Harry said quietly, drawing Draco's eyes to him.

The gryffindor made his way carefully to the bed. He took off his trousers and socks and went to lie on his side, next to Draco.

"I guess I have some gay rights activists to thank that I don't have to worry about being subjected to electroshocks, if someone were to find out about my 'condition'" he admitted.

"To what?" Draco asked him.

"Do you know about electricity?" Harry asked him.

Draco thought about it for a moment. "The 'muggle magic'?" he tried.

"Makes everything work?" Harry demanded from the slytherin, who nodded. "That's it. Before, when homosexuality was still considered a disease, the doctors, the muggle healers, would administer shocks of electricity to the brain."

"Isn't electo-, well 'it', dangerous?" Draco asked frowning.

"Yes, and painful" Harry said, lost in thought.

After a moment of silence, Harry asked "How is the wizarding community to homosexuals?"

Draco thought about it for a moment. "There is a sense of solidarity, since homosexuals and wizards have both been persecuted and murdered for being who they are naturally" Draco said. "Often the two things, witchcraft and homosexuality, were both seen as a manifestation of Satan."

Draco shrugged. "Today, having a homosexual in the family is just something of a shame" Draco went on, expressionless. "Like a spinster, they don't procreate."

Draco carefully turned to his side and faced Harry. "And wizards need to procreate, or we'll die of extinction" he said and kept a careful eye on Harry's reactions. "That's why I need to marry and have children." Harry still wasn't reacting, so Draco dared to go on. "And I'll just have to effectuate my sexuality outside the marital bed."

Draco bit the inside of his cheek, waiting for Harry to say something. He was worried that the gryffindor wouldn't understand what he was implying.

Harry carefully rolled to his back and looked at the ceiling.

"I haven't really ever thought about children, to tell you the truth" the gryffindor admitted out loud. "And I don't really have a family who could be ashamed of me."

Harry didn't say anything for a while, but he was obviously thinking. "But I know, that if I'm lucky enough to survive the war, and to find someone who I get to love for the rest of my life, I'll take it" he finally said with conviction. "Ron and Hermione will get married, preferably to each other, and have dozens of babies. I'll be their cool Uncle Harry, and that'll... that'll just have to be enough."

He turned his head to look at Draco. "I want a family, even if that family consists of only one person besides myself" he said softly.

The gryffindor hadn't understood. Or maybe he had, and this was his answer. No, Draco preferred that Harry hadn't understood. And how could he? He shouldn't understand these kind of thoughts. Harry deserved that family, not to be a lover, kept away from eyesight.

Draco reached out his hand and softly landed it on Harry's cheek. He was fooling himself. How could he ever to just watch Harry start that family with someone else? Another man. The though of marrying a girl from a respectable family, and watching Harry walk away, was making Draco's chest contract.

All the while keeping eye contact with the gryffindor, Draco let his hand wander from Harry's cheek to his neck and chest and stomach. Without another word, he moved forward and rested his head over Harry's chest and heart. Harry's hand went to stroke his hair.

'I love you.'

Title of the chapter from Lovesong by The Cure

'If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at the way he treats his inferiors, not his equals' from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling :P

To DarkRemembrence: Thank you for reviewing. I don't think I'm going to become more descriptive now. It's probably partially from lack of writing skills, but also a conscious decision on my part not to give everything to the reader pre-chewed and complete. :)

Thanks also fifespice, nickainai, Akanna, fallen-angel-of-repression and kimicocuteness.