Warning! Warning: This story contains strong violent words and Sexual contact (A Kiss, WOW!) DM/HP Slash so if your scarred or don't want to read it GO AWAY! Otherwise Enjoy! J

All characters mentioned in the following story are property of J.K. Rowling and WB. I am in no way connected or in contact with either. This is just a fan Fic. For the enjoyment of those who want to read it. Enjoy!

Thanks to graceandpipp and Delly because they are my first two reviewers. Thanks guys!

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Harry opened the door to his apartment.

"It's not much but its mine. I have a roommate…somewhere." Harry noticed there were no lights on in the apartment.

I wonder were Starr is, Harry thought. There was a little blinking light, his answering machine. He pressed the play button as he passed into the kitchen.

"Harry, It's Starr, I won't be home for about a week, My mother's taken ill and I had to fly back to the states to care for her. I'll see you in a week…hopefully. Love you Honey. By the way If you have that dream again call me." There was a click and a beep. Harry sighed.

"Harry…?" Harry turned around and Draco was standing there. He still had his coat on and a briefcase in his hand.

"Oh, Sorry. Uh, I guess you can stay in Starr's room. She won't be back for a week or two." Harry walked through the kitchen and into the living room.

"I'll sleep on the couch, I don't want to stay in someone else's room." Draco sat his stuff down on a chair in the living room.

"Uh, well, Ok. Let me get you a blanket and a pillow." Harry opened a closet door in the hallway. He got a pillow and a blanket and walked back into the living room.

"Here you go." Harry handed Draco these items. Draco opened the briefcase and pulled out his wand.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, getting a little alarmed. Draco waved his wand and a small trunk arrived out of thin air.

"I just need my trunk, Potter." Draco snarled, "I don't mean to disrupt your life without magic." Draco shook his head.

"Where's your bathroom?" Draco asked, rather rudely, "I need to shower."

"Its in the hall, second on the left." Draco pulled a pair of green silk boxers and a wife beater out of his trunk. He walked off for the bathroom leaving Harry in the living room. Harry heard the bathroom door click shut. Seconds later he heard water turn on.

Harry leaned back into the couch. He suddenly felt drained. It had been a stressing day. He closed his eyes. His mind wandered to the paper work still on his desk, His dream about Ron and Hermione, The long day he had, and suddenly his mind settled…on Draco Malfoy.

Harry's eyes darted open. What the fuck? Harry thought angrily Its just because he showed back up in my life all of a sudden. That's why I'm thinking about him.

Harry sighed and stood up. He didn't notice that the water had stopped.

"Hey, Did I leave my clothes in here, Potter?" Draco walked in with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Huh?" Harry turned around. His mouth fell open. He looked at the guy standing before him, the muscles that were standing out, among other things.

"Hey Potter! What's wrong with you?" Draco smiled. He ran his hand across his chest. Watching Harry and feeling in control.

"You see something you like, Potter?" Draco smirked an arrogant smile.

Harry came round to his senses, understanding the remark. "I am not gay Malfoy, as much as you wish." Harry strolled into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, and stuck his head inside it. The coolness on his face felt great.

What was that about in there? Harry thought to himself. I need to get rid of him fast. Harry walked back into the living room. Draco had put his boxers and wife beater on.

"Did you have a good jack off, Potter?" Draco smirked arrogantly.

Harry felt the anger start to build up. "Fuck you, Malfoy." Harry went into his bedroom and shut the door.

Fuck him. He strolls back into my life and he thinks he knows who I am. He hasn't changed a bit since we left Hogwarts.

Harry laid down on his bed letting himself fall into a deep sleep. Not Letting thoughts of Draco interrupt his rest.

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Harry opened his eyes as the sunlight streamed through the windows and into his room. He went to rub the sleep out of his eyes and pocked himself in the eye. It had been three years since he had changed to contacts and he still managed to poke himself in the eye everyday.

He stood up and walked towards the door. Before he opened it he remembered Draco was asleep on the couch. He tried as quietly as he could to open it. He walked out into the hall, making towards the kitchen.

He entered the living room and saw Draco sleeping on the couch. The sunlight was coming through the windows and streaming across his strong looking arms.

Oh what I wouldn't give to be able to touch him. Harry thought getting closer to him. I just want to…

Draco rolled over and gave out a soft moan. Harry stood by and watched him. Harry marveled at how innocently sweet Draco looked in his sleep.

What the hell is wrong with me? I am not gay and I don't feel in anyway attracted to Draco Malfoy.

Harry turned a walked into the kitchen. He pulled open the refrigerator and got two bagels and cream cheese. He put the bagels in the microwave and sat the cream cheese on the counter.

"Harry?" Came a groggy voice from the living room. Harry walked in smiling.

"Good Morning, sleepy head." Harry said sounding overly cheerful. He smiled as Draco tried to shield his eyes from the invading sunlight.

"Good Morning, Scar Head." Draco shoved Harry out of the way as he made towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

"Prick" Harry muttered under his breath, he made his way back into the kitchen. A beep sounded to tell him that his bagels were ready.

He pulled out a knife and cut the two bagels apart. He smeared cream cheese on them. He looked at Draco's as the thought to spit in it came across his head.

Not even I'm that mean. Harry smiled to himself or am I? Harry heard Draco's footsteps in the hall. Yeah, I am. He spit into it just as Draco opened the door, but Draco didn't see anything.

"Oh, thanks pumpkin. You made me breakfast." Draco laughed at his own joke, which Harry didn't find very funny.

"And you think I'm gay." Harry threw Draco's bagel down in front of him and sat his own in front of an empty chair. He turned around and poured two cups of orange juice. He handed one to Draco and took a sip of the other one. He sat down and took a bit of his bagel. It felt really slimy. Harry parted the bagel and saw a wade of spit.

"I hate you." Harry threw his bagel in the garbage and downed the rest of his orange juice.

"You can dish it but you can't take it, eh Potter?" Draco smiled as Harry went back into the living room.

Harry sat down on the couch and flipped on the television. There was a morning news report on about the deaths of three muggle families and no evidence as to what happened.

Harry heard a loud tapping against the glass. He turned to see and owl sitting on the window sill.

"Malfoy, there's an owl here with your copy of the morning prophet." Harry yelled into the kitchen.

"So pay him, my pants are on the floor." Draco yelled back, amusement in his voice.

Harry looked on the floor. He picked up Draco's pants and reached into the pocket. He pulled out a handful of coins and a condom. Harry rolled his eyes and took one of the galleons and shoved the contents back in the pocket.

Harry paid the owl and took the prophet. He opened it up and looked at the headline.

Three Muggle Families Killed. Fear of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Back in Power.

Harry folded the paper back up and took it into the kitchen. He handed the paper to Draco and sat down.

"What time do you have to be into the office today?" Harry asked looking at Draco.

"I don't feel like doing business today. I want you to show me around town, Potter." Draco answered reading through his copy of the prophet.

"What? You can't just take the morning off. There's appointments you have to keep. These things are hard to reschedule." Harry stated, his anger starting to boil again.

"Don't you want to spend time with me, and… get to know me better, Potter?" Draco smiled looking silver eyes with green.

"Your so god damn complicated." Harry got up and walked into his bedroom and opened his chest-of-drawers. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a blue button up shirt. He took his pajamas off.

"Nice body, Potter, I guess quidditch did do something for you." Draco's cold voice sounded through the room.

"Get the fuck out of my room, Malfoy. You stupid faggot." Harry shoved him out and slammed the door in his face.

He complemented my body Harry felt butterflies in his stomach. what the fuck is wrong with me, I'm not gay…am I?

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Harry and Draco walked up the street. They stopped occasionally, looking through the shops. Around evening they walked into a small coffee shop.

"What do you want Draco?" Harry asked. Draco smiled locking eyes with Harry again for the second time that day.

" How about a mocha latté?" Draco started playing with the napkin dispenser on the table.

Harry walked up to the counter and ordered the latté and a plain black coffee.

"Here. Enjoy." Harry sat down and started pouring containers of crème in the coffee, taking a stick and stirring it in.

"So why did you leave the Wizarding World, Potter." Draco asked without flinching. Harry looked up and into his eyes deciding to tell him the half thetruth.

"I didn't want to put Ron and Hermione in anymore trouble than they already had. I mean Ron almost died trying to help me kill Voldemort." Harry saw Draco shudder. Harry looked back down in his coffee.

"I hated you for the longest time after my dad was put away. It was your fault you know and I hated you for it." Draco looked at Harry and Harry could've swore he saw a longing in those silver eyes.

"Well, your dad did try to kill me and It wasn't my fault Moody caught him trying." Harry stated bitterly in self-defense.

"After A while I realized that, but I still hated you. I think I just hated you for being you. For being instantly popular. Everybody loved you and I felt alone." Draco downed the rest of his latté. He threw the cup away in the trash can next to the table.

"I hated you because you were such a pain in the ass." Harry said, finishing what was left of his coffee.

"You weren't exactly a fairy, Potter, we'll maybe you were. I don't know." Draco smirked as Harry's cheeks flushed an angry red.

"I'm not gay, Malfoy. For the lastdamn time." Harry's anger starting to rise inside himself again.

"Come on, Potter, lets go." Draco got up and walked towards the exit, Harry following close behind.

They walked out onto the street the sun was starting to fade and the moon could be seen in the sky.

Harry and Draco began to walk back towards his apartment, Night falling all around them. Harry watched Draco out of the corner of his eyes.

God, he looks so beautiful in the moonlight. Harry looked at Draco's muscles etched beneath his tight shirt. His beautiful facial expressions.

"What do you keep looking at, Potter?" Draco finally asked. He looked at Harry and glared when Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"I have a question, Potter. Starr said you had a dream this morning on the answering machine. Might I ask what that dream was about?" Draco asked, watching Harry's expressions.

"That is none of your damn business." Harry flared. He hated Draco for being who he was. He had no worries in the world and he was noisy as hell.

"Well excuse the hell out of me for being concerned. I thought we were starting to become friends." Draco said. Harry thought he heard the hurt in his voice.

They had arrived in front of Harry's apartment. They walked upstairs in silence. Harry unlocked the door, but he didn't open it.

"Listen Draco, I'm sorry I didn't mean to…" Harry didn't get to finish.

"Don't bother. I was stupid to think we could ever be friends." He shoved past Harry and opened the door.

Harry stood out in the hall.

Why do I have to be such a prick to him? Harry thought. I don't mean to be.

Harry stood out in the hall for a while and when he went inside the apartment was filled with loud, unbelievable snores. Harry pretended not to notice. He could understand if Draco didn't want to talk tonight.

Harry quietly walked into his bedroom. He pulled off his jeans and shirt and laid down in the bed, not bothering to put on his pajamas.

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Harry awoke in a sweat. The same feeling of being alone filled his every being. He stood up and pulled on his robe, looking out the window into the night. He pulled open the door and walked out into the hall. He could feel the tears start to run down his face. He walked through the dark hall, tripping and cursing loudly into the darkness.

Then he saw Draco, lying in the darkness with the moon glowing every part of him.

I'm need to be close to him. Harry walked behind the couch, watching the sleeping form. He let his hand graze across Draco's face and down onto his chest. He closed his eyes feeling the closeness between the two of them.

"Harry…?" A hand closed around Harry's.

Harry's eyes shot open and he drew back his hand.Harry walked back into the hall, wanting to be away from Draco. Harry went into his room and closed his door, locking it.

"Harry, open the damn door!" Draco pleaded on the other side of the door. Harry didn't notice the first time Draco used his first name.

Harry sat down on his bed feeling the tears start to flow from his eyes again.

"Alohomora!" Harry heard a click and the door open.

Harry stood up and leaned his head against the wall. He felt Draco's hand on his shoulder and he quickly drew his shoulder away. He felt the hand return to his should again and this time he shoved Draco, knocking him against the wall. Draco took Harry's shoulder and spun him around pressing him against the wall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Draco asked, fury burning in his eyes.

"Please don't hurt me. Please…" Harry felt the tears start anew.

"Hurt you, Harry, I would never…" Harry wasn't listening and Draco knew it. Harry closed his eyes and waited for the beating of his life, but it never came.

Draco leaned in and pressed his lips hard against Harry's. Harry opened his eyes, seeing what was happening. He kissed Draco back, letting a small moan escape and his eyes close back. The two becoming one with each other.

Finally they drew apart, both gasping for breath.

"I would never hurt you Harry. I've loved you for to long." The two boys locked each other in a look of longing and love.

Harry leaned his head into Draco's bare shoulder and started to cry again. Draco pulled Harry down onto the bed, holding him until both men fell into a deep, restful sleep. Both men felt complete and far from being alone.

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I tried to make this chapter sweet. I hope you enjoy!