Breathing fatiguing, panting viciously. Touches, caresses, and tastes. Desire being filled. Dreams coming true even if the dream is a dream itself.
Touches of passion.
Touches of love.
Touches for another.
Never wanting to stop. Begging to stay, holding them forever. Wish to never wake up.
Caresses of the face.
Caresses of the chest.
Caresses of the body.
Finally a wonderful release in tighten entrance. Another warm release covering a body. Pure heaven

Harry awoke Saturday morning. October 7, panting. He quickly grabbed his wand and clean the mess he made on his sheets. Rolling over he moaned. He feared that no matter what he did he'd never get these fantasy, dreams, and wishes out of his head. It had come routine for Harry to find himself sleeping in the Room of Requirements for the last month and the last two months of school last year. Sitting up he pulled out his replacement notebook and wrote in it.

I can't believe I was so stupid. I lost my other notebook. I just let it slip away. I don't know what I'll do if one of the Slytherins find it. They'd taunt me forever. I know a seventeen-year-old shouldn't exactly have a notebook but it helps. Getting rid of all these feelings and such instead of bottling it all up. What's worst is if Draco Malfoy found it. I couldn't stand to look at him ever again…okay maybe I'm lying. Not because he's my enemy. Not because he likes to find anything to taunt me with. And not even because it's been rumor that I'm gay and my notebook states that fact. But because the whole notebook is filled with him.

Picture of him I've taken. Picture of him walking. Running. Eating. Even smiling. He seems so wonderful when he smiles. It just makes him look so much more gorgeous than he already is.
Poems of and for him. Poems from my heart. Poem wishing everything was different. Dreaming. Wanting. Needing. Poems of what I wanted to never end.
Then there are just little entries like this, of me just rambling. I wish I could tell him. I wish he knew. How much I love him. I wish he loved me too. That rhymed a bit. I feel so bored. Everything time I wake I see his face.

Harry stopped writing and stared at the spot next to him. He closed his eyes and he could see Draco, lying next to him. His silver eyes were staring wantonly at Harry. His blond hair was, as Harry loved, not jelled back but waving beautifully around his face. It was as if his eye were drawing Harry in. He leaned forward but what he hit wasn't Draco. His eye shot open and again he saw a pillow. This just seemed to always be happen. He continued to write a bit.

Draco will never love me like I love him. How could he? He hates me. He tells me ever chance he gets. I just wish that maybe I had accepted that offer so long ago, then maybe…just maybe things would be different.

Putting away his journal in the desk by the bed he got up. (Just so you know the whole Sirius dying thing never ever never happen. Okay, that what I thought). Remembering he had to go see Sirius, he gathered his clothes a prepped to leave.

Harry's changes in clothes had changed quite a lot. He had refused to where any of his clothes that he had gotten from the Dursley. Him and Hermione had gone and bought him a whole new wardrobe. He knew he looked good because everyone told him. Girls he didn't even know were now talking to him. He was no longer just the boy-who-lived but the boy-who-looked-good while he lived. It was just a plain Saturday and he knew he would be with Sirius all day and possibly Remus so he put on something plain.

He had a quick shower and then changed into a pair of blue jeans and black T-shirt. Both clung to him like a second skin. He tried to flatten his hair just a bit but it refused to stay down so he just left it. Walking to the Great Hall, he hoped Draco was already there. He hated to watch him come in because he couldn't tear his eyes from him until he sat down and even though this had been happening since last year, someone was going to figure it out sooner or later. Not that it was any better when Harry got there after him. At least once a week he tripped over his feet watching Draco as he walked to his seat.

Today was one of those days. Draco was sitting talking intently with Blaise and he had a rather stern look on his face. Harry eyes never left the Slytherin table until he felt himself hit the floor beneath him. When he looked up Ron face was lit with merriment.

" All right there mate," Ron snicker as Harry climbed in next to Seamus, who was also giggling. " Once again staring off into space,"

" Yeah, I guess," Harry muttered. " Shut up, Seamus," he added hitting Seamus in the side. Still giggling Seamus leaned on Harry laughing loudly.

" You should have seen your self. Flying forward. Didn't even know you where on the floor," He was shaking. Watching him lean on him reminded Harry of when he and Seamus had go out. It had been in sixth year. He'd admit it now that he was only using Seamus but it had worked. At first it had been wonderful. Seamus was such a romantic to Harry. He made him feel loved. They did everything together. Everyone soon came custom to seeing the one with the other. He hadn't last but five months. At the five month mark Seamus had wanted more. He had wanted Harry. Everyone knew Seamus was a sex addict. He usually was with someone till he got just that. Which was in the period of a month. It was different with Harry. He really liked him. Love Harry even. Which is why Harry wouldn't do it. He would hurt Seamus, knowing he was going to leave him soon.

Flashback

They'd been lying on Seamus bed, silencing charms up, just snuggling. Seamus would plant kiss on Harry neck every ten seconds.

" Harry…" Seamus called.

" Hmmm,"

" Do you think…maybe," Seamus started.

" Seamus," Harry whined.

" I just wanted,"

" I told you I not ready," Harry huffed.

" It's been five months. When will you be ready," Seamus snapped. He was sitting up now just staring at the beautiful raven-haired boy next to him. " Geez Harry I just, one time. Can't you give me that," Harry turned from him refusing to look him in the eyes. It wasn't Seamus it was he. It really was. He had tried and tried but nothing could keep him out of him mind.

" Seamus…I," Harry sighed.

" I feel like I'm just a distraction for you Harry," Seamus complained. " Like there's someone else," Harry glanced at him and Seamus saw quilt there. " There is, isn't there. Oh, Harry who is it,"

" I can't tell you that," Harry sniffed, feeling the need to cry.

" Why…"

" Just drop it," Harry snapped.

" Fine, Harry," Seamus succumbed. " But only cause I love you and I'll be there if you need to talk okay,"

" So what are you saying," Harry asked sitting up now and turning to Seamus. Seamus adverted his eyes. " You're breaking up with me?" Seamus looked down. " I expect that," Harry whispered. " It's okay,"

" I love you, I do Harry but I don't wanted to be a distraction. Like I said I'll always be there. Just know you can tell me okay," Seamus assured him. " Now," He said smiling a bit. " Get out of my bed,"

" Seamus," Harry scoffed. Seamus laughed.

" I was playing. One more night with me wouldn't hurt," Seamus smiled. " You look like you need it," With that they fell asleep. Not together just in the same bed. When Harry woke up…Seamus was gone.
Flashback end

Harry shrugged Seamus off him. He rolled his eyes and gathered some food in his plant. Eating quickly he headed down to Sirius and Remus' headquarters. Not before saying good-bye to Hermione, Ron and a still giggling Seamus. It amazed him how they'd become quite close since they'd broken up over seven months ago. He arrived at the room at five minutes earlier then usual. Staring at the door another fantasy of Draco came into his mind. He put his back against the door and slid down, closely his eyes.

Draco was kneeling right in front of; his hand was lifted to run threw Harry's hair. Harry could feel his hot breath faintly across his face. It was wonderful. Smelt like … strawberries? Standing Harry ran into Sirius's room. He found Remus lying on the bed his hand obviously up Sirius's shirt. Sirius sat on the edge of the bed eyes closed, sighing softly. Not caring that Remus would kill him later, Harry ran to Sirius and planted himself in Sirius' lap.

" Harry…" Both men squealed.

" Siri," Harry whined. " I can't do this anymore,"

" What are you talking about," Sirius said his breathing returning too normal. He heard an, ouch, behind him, before Harry answered.

" This Draco thing," Harry complained. He wrapped his arms around his godfather. Remus narrowed his eyes at him. " I can't get him out of my head,"

" That's cause you love him," Sirius coaxed wrapping his arm around Harry. " That's going to happen,"

" I know but…" Harry mumbled. Sirius just sat there and rocked him back and forth. It wasn't long until he was asleep.

" What's all this about Malfoy," Remus asked sitting next to his lover and raising and eyebrow. He stared at the seventeen-year-old asleep in his mate's arms. He wanted to yank him out but it was Harry. He couldn't do that. Sirius would hate him.

" Remus, I have to tell you something," Sirius sighed.

" What Sirius," Remus coaxed. " What is it,"

" Harry," Sirius replied.

" Harry what," Remus nearly yelled. " Out with it mutt,"

" He's a Veela," Sirius said calmly staring down at the boy in his arms almost lovingly, almost making Remus want to kill the boy.

" Since when," Remus asked shutting his eyes as not to look at Harry.

" Lily was half Veela," Sirius explained. " So now, I guess, Harry is a full Veela. He's liked Draco Malfoy since his second year. He told me when he came to live with us. It wasn't until his birthday that he started to love him,"

" What happen on his birthday," Remus questioned. He open his eyes now to see Sirius stroking Harry's hair as if he had no idea what he was doing. Remus felt the need to growled but just looked away.

" He came into his Veela Inheritance. He got his…what is it…Veela Attraction thing. And he tends to make people fall for him. But the only person he'll ever love is his mate. Who is Draco,"

" Is it possible that anyone else could be his mate," Remus asked.

" No. His Veela side picks the person who complaints him perfectly." Sirius added. " He needs Draco. Cause he'll go mad with out him,"

" How do you know all this," Remus asked.

" He's my godson. I need to know everything about him to help…" Sirius never finished. He was suddenly flung back. Harry had pushed him down and crawled on top of him. He leaned down and was kissing Sirius' neck. His arms were wrapped around Sirius' waist and his kissed trailed from Sirius' neck up to his behind his ears. He nibbled it a bit then licked. Sirius just laid there pinned under him, squirming a bit.

" Sirius get from under him," Remus demanded.

" He's asleep," Sirius told him.

" Wake him up then," Remus demanded again. He was getting really annoyed now. It wasn't that he hated Harry because he loved him almost as much as Sirius did. It was just that Sirius was his mate and he'd lost him once and didn't wanted to lost him again…and not to a seventeen-year-old. Before he could stop himself he grabbed Harry and flung him off Sirius. Harry hit the floor and woke up.

" Why'd you do that," He screamed.

" Me, do you even know what you were doing," Remus yelled back.

" Remy, calm down," Sirius said gently. He wrapped his arms around Remus' waist but he was still glaring at Harry.

" You didn't even try to stop him," Remus growled trying to worm out of Sirius' hold but Sirius only held tighter.

" I'm sorry," Sirius huffed. " You try being where I was and tell me it wasn't hard to,"

" I still don't know what I did," Harry said loudly.

" You kissed Sirius," Remus growled at him.

" No…I didn't," Harry defended himself.

" Yes you did," Remus screamed. " You did, you did, you did, you did,"

" Remy," Sirius coaxed. " Come on," He added pulling Remus into the room next the bed they were just on. A minute later he was back. Harry was sitting on the bed.

" Siri, I didn't mean to…you know," Harry said refusing to look at Sirius.

" I know," Sirius replied smiling. " Must have been a very good dream. Huh?" Harry smiled. He just shook his head. " I guess we can't let you fall asleep on anyone,"

" Is Remus mad at me," Harry asked finally looking up at his godfather.

" No," Sirius assured him. He sat down next to him. " He's just a bit jealous,"

" He sound a lot more than just a bit," Harry whispered.

" Well. You know how Remus is a werewolf," Sirius asked. Harry nodded. " Well I'm his mate,"

" Like Draco is mine," Harry asked.

" Yup and he's really over-possessive," Sirius smiled. " That's why I love him though," He suddenly hugged Harry.

" What was that for," Harry asked when he let go.

" Just so you know I love you too," Sirius smiled and Harry smiled back. " How about you go back to sleep,"

" I always end up sleeping all day when I'm here," Harry laughed. " Not that I complaining,"

" Yes cause you always end up dreaming of you secret lover, eh," Sirius smiled.

" Have a problem with that," Harry raised his eyebrow.

" Only when I hear you moaning his name every two seconds," Sirius shot back. Harry blushed almost as red as Ron's hair. " Just go to sleep okay," He kissed him on the forehead then left. About fifteen minutes later Harry was asleep.

A/N: Remus mad, don't you love it. Poor Harry can't sleep or even close his eyes without seeing Draco. Don't worry though. He'll get want he wants soon. Please Review or no next Chapter, which is done by the way.