Warning! Warning: This story contains strong violent words and Sexual contact (I've decided that I would rather you guys read and find out what kind of sexual Content goes on) 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!

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NOTE: This is Saturday night

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Harry sat down on his bed. He felt the anger coursing through his very soul.

Why hadn't he told me? Was that the only reason he stayed in my life? How do I know he's not lying to me now? All these thoughts continued running through Harry's mind, his anger starting to turn to hurt.

"Harry, please don't be mad at me. I didn't want you to find out like this." Draco pleaded through the door.

"Yeah, why didn't you just tell me you were here to bring me back?" Harry asked, trying to keep the anger from his voice, but failing.

"It was like that at first. I didn't want to come, but Dumbledore made me. I was going to tell you my reason for being here, but I was afraid something like this would happen. I didn't tell you at first because I knew you hated me and I would never convince you to come. Your hatred for the wizarding world is clearly expressed." Harry walked over to the door and tears started to form in his eyes.

"So your feelings for me are a lie to get me to come back? Everything here is a lie?" Harry asked, the hurt filling his voice.

"NO! My feelings for you have changed. I do love you." Draco pleaded through the door, the hurt filling his voice as well.

Why are you doing this to him… Harry thought to himself. and yourself. Trust yourself and your heart. You know he loves you, so why are you doing this.

"Draco, you lied to me about everything else. Why didn't you just tell me the truth?" Harry asked, laying his head on the door.

"The only thing I lied about was the magic business. I'm not the real client. The real one will be here Monday morning, I modified his memory so he won't remember a thing. The feelings I have for you are totally truthful." Draco stated, leaning his own head against the door.

Harry didn't know what to say, or what to believe for that matter.

What do I do? The thought ran through Harry's head and he didn't know how to answer it. Harry heard quite sobbing coming from the other side of the door. Harry's heart broke and the answer came to him

He opened the door and saw Draco standing, tear stained and hair askew. He grabbed Draco's collar and pulled him into the open room. Harry planted a kiss onto his slightly parted lips.

"Harry," Draco murmured, his lips still pressed hard against Harry's, but Harry wasn't about to let up.

Harry shoved him down onto the bed and laid himself gently on top, pushing Draco's shirt up to reveal his chest.

He leaned close into Draco's ear, breathing into it and feeling Draco relax beneath him.

"I'm sorry, and I do love you." Harry whispered, kissing his way down Draco's neck. He started nibbling gently on Draco's neck, while undoing the buttons of his own shirt.

"Oh, god. Harry, please…" Draco pleaded. Harry smiled and continued his way down Draco's smooth, muscular chest. He slowly let his hand drift down to the button of Draco's jeans. Harry continued his nibbling onto Draco's hard nipple, so that his moans filled the apartment.

Harry helped Draco pull his pants off before going back to the nipple. Harry continued kissing his way down Draco's abdomen, finally reaching the top of his boxers. He looked up into Draco's pleading eyes. Seeing the want, Harry lifted the waistband and pulled them off, leaving Draco completely naked.

From Harry's bedside table the telephone rang. Harry ignored it at first, but as it continued he had no choice but to answer.

"Hello?" He said, putting the receiver in his ear. Draco let out an audible sigh of stress.

"Hey honey," It was Starr. Draco made to get up and go take a cold shower…again, but was stopped by Harry's hand on his shoulder. Draco looked at him, confused.

"Hey sweetheart, how are things with your mother?" Harry asked, letting his hand drift gently down Draco's chest.

"There great, I should be back tomorrow. How is everything going there?" She asked. Harry's hand made contact and Draco let a soft moan escape his lips. Harry put his free hand over Draco's mouth. Draco nodded that he wouldn't moan again.

Harry released his mouth and moved the hand to Draco's nipple, where he started twisting. Harry watched, smiling, as Draco's eyes rolled back in his head.

"It's been a long, hard couple of days." Harry said, smiling at his own joke. "Hey. I may not be here tomorrow. A friend has asked me to come stay with him for a couple of… a while." Harry said. He felt Draco release. He patted Draco softly on the stomach, then Draco rolled over and within seconds had fallen asleep. Harry smiled and got off the bed, going into the kitchen. He flipped off the bedroom light on his way.

"A friend huh. What kind of friend?" Starr asked, amusement ringing in her voice.

"I said it was a guy, so of course it would just be a…friend."

"Hey, have you looked at today's society? I mean hello, gay population is about 95 of the world. Plus, I've known for a while, Harry." She said, sounding matter-of-factly.

"How have you known, I didn't know till like a couple of Days, maybe today even?" Harry asked, his cover blown.

"I'm a girl, your best-friend, and you have extremely gay taste."

Harry looked at his clothes they weren't exactly… ok, so they were. He felt relief wash over him at not having to tell her.

"Well, ok. He is my boyfriend. I went to school with him." Harry said, sitting down on the couch. He flipped on the television and flipped through the channels. He looked at the clock and realized it was only about nine-thirty.

"Well, what's his name?" Starr asked him. She sounded more excited than He was.

"Draco Malfoy." Harry said, he noticed he had a little pride in his voice. Malfoy was starting to rub off on him. He smiled as he flipped across and episode of 'Will and Grace.'

"How did you see him again?" Starr asked.

"What is this twenty questions? You remember the big magic meeting I was supposed to have, it turned out to be him."

"Really? How sweet. Well, I have to go honey. I'll see you when you get back…if you get back." The amusement in her voice as she hang up the phone.

She doesn't even know how right she is. Harry thought to himself. He had been thinking all day about what would happen if he decided to stay in the Wizarding world with Draco. Would he ever see Starr again? Harry asked himself. He sat, thinking about going back, the thought of the last time he had seen Ron and Hermione on the platform coming into his head

Will I see Ron and Hermione when I go back? Harry suddenly thought, he sat up straighter. Will they be happy to see me? Will they ask me why I left? Better yet, will they ask me why I came back? Harry sat thinking about these questions.

He slowly began to close his eyes as the sleep took over. Within minutes he had fallen into a restless sleep.

FLASHBACK/DREAM

Harry was on a field, where green and red lights were going off everywhere. He looked around him at the bodies, seeing some he knew and others he didn't. He didn't know if these people were dead of just stunned.

"Harry! Over here!" It was Professor Lupin, he was standing next to the body of Rodolphus Lestrange. He felt a pang of hatred and fear run through him as he looked at her body.

Harry started to run over to Lupin, but stopped as he saw a movement behind him.

"Lupin, behind you!" Harry screamed. Lupin turned around, but he wasn't quick enough. Wormtail had pointed his wand, shouting the killing curse into the air. Lupin fell to the ground, his eyes open and white.

Wormtail saw Harry and ran towards him, but Harry held up his wand, causing Wormtail to stop. Harry had stunned him.

Harry looked around him, feeling fear course through his body. He couldn't see anyone.

Am I the only one left? The thought went into Harry's head. He felt a shiver of fear run through his body. Harry heard a pop from behind him, someone had just apparated.

"Harry Potter. How good to see you again." Harry turned around, knowing the cold voice. He looked straight into the eyes of Lord Voldemort himself.

"The feeling is not…" Harry felt pain run through his body. Voldemort had performed the Cruciatus curse. Harry lay on the ground, and it suddenly stopped. Harry heard laughter all around, as a group of Death Eaters formed a circle.

"Where is your precious Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked Harry, a smile forming on his face. Harry tried to stand up, but felt to weak. Harry looked around at the shrouded people all around.

"Take over your coverings. I want you to be able to plainly see the fall of Harry Potter." Voldemort shouted to the people surrounding him.

As they began to take off there shrouds, Harry began to notice people he knew. He saw Lucius Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, Bellatrix Lestrange, and then he saw the one person that made his heart sink. Draco Malfoy.

"You see, even people that went to Hogwarts are with me." Gesturing to Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle.

Harry tried yet again to stand up and could not.

"Why don't you just kill me and get it over with?" Harry asked. Voldemort eye's shone with hatred.

"Because I want you to suffer." Voldemort said, casting the cruciatus curse again. Harry was in immense pain, but he could still hear the laughing around him. Harry felt blood start to form in his mouth as he bit his tongue to keep from screaming. He would not let Voldemort he him scream in weakness.

"STOP IT!" Harry heard someone scream. The pain stopped and Harry just lay on the ground gasping for air.

"Draco, shut your mouth." Harry heard Lucius say harshly. Harry tilted his head up to look at Draco, his worst enemy. Draco looked down on Harry, looking into his eyes. Harry saw concern, worry, and even sadness there.

"Why must I stop when I am having so much fun?" Voldemort laughed, raising his wand again. Draco jumped in front of Harry.

"Why are you trying to protect him?" Voldemort asked. Hatred raising in his voice.

"Because…Because… He's my friend." Draco said, looking down on the crumpled form of Harry. Harry was shocked at this sudden outbreak from Draco.

"Well, then you shall die too." Voldemort raised his wand again. Draco looked at his father, but his father did not move.

"STOP!" Voldemort turned around to see who this new intruder was. He looked at the form of Albus Dumbledore.

"Attack him!" Voldemort screamed. Voldemort ran over, shoving Draco to the side and walking to Harry's crumpled form.

"You will die." Voldemort said, looking into Harry's eyes. He raised his wand, but before the curse was cast, Voldemort hit the ground. Harry looked up and saw Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall standing over him.

"Potter, are you ok?" McGonagall asked him, leaning down.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Is he…dead?" Harry asked looking down on the form of Voldemort.

"No, not unless you kill him now, Harry. You must say the killing curse, I just stunned him." Dumbledore said. Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket.

He looked at the crumpled form of Voldemort, remembering the Dream of his mother and father. He looked over at the form of Draco laying on the ground. He felt a surge of energy.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry said, pointing his wand at Voldemort. The form of Voldemort had a sudden intake of breathe and then died. Harry looked at the body as it disappeared, the magic that made it dead.

Harry felt relief wash over him, the thing that had chased him everywhere, including his dreams, was finally dead.

Harry turned around and saw that Draco was bleeding at the corner of his head. Harry ran over and picked up Draco's lifeless head.

"Draco?" Harry saw that he had landed on a rock. Panic started to fill him.

"Professor he's hurt!" Harry started to get a little frantic. Professor McGonagall came over and healed the cut on Draco's head.

"Not that big of a deal, Potter." McGonagall turned around and walked back over to Dumbledore.

"Draco?" Harry started to pat Draco on the side of the face. Draco slowly opened his eyes. He looked into Harry's face, slightly confused.

"Potter? What the hell are you doing?" Draco asked, sitting up.

"You hit your head. I just wanted to make sure your alright." Harry said standing up.

"Yeah, well, don't touch me again." Draco said, standing and walking off. Harry felt a pang of hurt.

He just saved my damn life. Harry thought angrily. And Now he says nothing when I say thanks, and treats me like shit.

Harry watched as an Auror attacked him and knocked him to the ground. Harry smiled as Draco started cussing and telling the Auror to get off him. Harry decided to help him out.

"Tonks, its ok. He saved my life." Harry said. He watched Tonks get off of Draco and give him a second look up and down, before walking off.

Draco shook his head and continued walking and finally He just apparated.

"Come on, Potter, were going back to the castle." McGonagall shouted. Harry walked over to her, still thinking about Draco.

Harry woke up with a smile on his face.

I had forgotten about him saving me. Harry thought to himself.

He got up, and walked into the bathroom. He looked like shit after sleeping on the couch all night. He walked into the bedroom and looked at the sleeping form of Draco on the bed. Harry sat down and stroked his face.

Harry looked at the clock. It was about three in the morning.

"Harry…?" Harry hadn't noticed that Draco had opened his eyes.

"Hey, sorry I woke you." Harry said, leaning down and giving him a light kiss.

"Come to bed, its to late." Draco said, smiling. Harry stood up, taking off his pants. Next, He stripped his shirt and climbed into bed. Draco wrapped his arms around him and they both went back to sleep.

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