Draco's Confession, Seamus Position

Draco woke up to some holding him and his body aching all over. He knew it was Harry and that scared him to death. Harry was going to ask what happened. He'd have to tell him and he'd have to admit he'd lied to Harry. Harry rolled over and away from him.

"Morning," he mumbled rubbing his eyes. He turned to Draco. "Your up," he smiled. He pulled him to his chest and kissed his forehead. He untangled his arm, from under Draco and sat up. Draco watched him with adoration. He truly loved Harry. He couldn't possibly think of living without him. He had to be honest with him. He just wouldn't feel right.

"Harry," Draco called and sat up too. Harry smiled at him but then frowned at the look on his face. He scooted closer and put his arm around Draco's shoulder but Draco shrugged his arm off. Harry looked hurt. "I have to tell you something,"

"What," Harry asked worried.

"Aren't you going to ask what happened last night," Draco asked first. He found a glare on Harry's face.

"I don't think I want to,"

"I won't feel right if I don't tell you," Draco whispered.

"Tell me then," Harry replied. Draco took a breath.

"I have to start by telling you that I lied to you," Harry sat up a bit. "I didn't tell you everything that happen with my father,"

Flashback

Draco was sitting…lying on the floor of the dungeon. His mother had just fed him and slipped him some new clothes. They were warmer than his other clothes but he was still freezing none-the-less. He'd lost track of time. The days just seemed to be endless. One just led into another. The door opened and closed quickly but Draco didn't move.

"Get up," came the cold voice of Lucius Malfoy. Draco still didn't move. Lucius kicked him in the ribs. Draco coughed and pushed himself to stand with the help of the wall. He was glaring, from what Draco could see. "There's someone here to see you," Lucius said. He stepped back to reveal…duh, duh, dum (lol) Lord Voldermort. Draco gasped and slid to the floor. "Stand before the dark lord, you insolent little brat," Lucius went to kick him but was stopped by Voldermort's hand on his shoulder. Draco stood, when his father was stopped.

"Leave us, Lucius," he commanded.

"But, master,"

"I said leave us," Voldermort hissed. Lucius scurried from the room.

"Hello Draco," Voldermort smiled or it looked like one. Someone as ugly and evil as him didn't have the features to smile. Draco refused to answer. "You're father tells me your gay, is this true," Draco dropped his head. "You're a very handsome boy. Did you know that Draco. You'd make a very fine husband someday," a slender finger reached out and lifted Draco's head. "Very handsome indeed," Draco was caught off guard when that same hand was run down the front of his body. He pushed away from the intrusion of his personal space but Voldermort pulled him back.

For the next hour, Draco was bent and pushed to obey Voldermort's will. He was touched, molested and violated. Hands were slid up his shirt, down his front and over his back. When and only when he heard the unmistakable release and muttering of his name from Voldermort was he let go and crumbled to the ground.

"You have a most exquisite body, Draco," Voldermort breathe against the boy's face from where he was knelt in front of him. "We'll have to do this again sometime," he left then and Draco cried himself to sleep. And they did do it again, many, many times.

End Flashback

Draco looked up at Harry and Harry looked down at Draco. Then, Harry exploded.

"You lied to me. How could you lie about that? Voldermort touch you. You're my mate. How dare he even lay a finger on you? I swear I'll kill him,"

"Harry, I'm sorry, really I am but you had to know. You don't hate me do you," Draco was crying again, now. Harry's madness evaporated.

"No, Dray, Never say that. I love you, I could never hate you," Harry hugged him. "I just can't stand to have anyone touch you, ever! Even if it you weren't with me. I want you…your mine and mine only. No one will take you from me," Harry kissed Draco quickly again. For a second he thought Draco might cry again, but then he did something totally unexpected.

"Make me yours, Harry…" Draco pulled Harry down on top of him and into a passionate kiss.

"Dr...Draco...I," Harry tried but Draco just pulled him into another kiss.

The intensity of Harry's kiss was so sweet, Draco whispered, "Please…I want you."

Harry easily complied and pushed Draco down so he was lying on his back and Harry on top of him. Harry took his boyfriend's right hand into his left and started to place soft kisses on each knuckle. He then turned the hand and kissed the pale wrist. He felt Draco relax under him and sigh softly when he continued the trail of kisses to the inside of his elbow. His tongue darted out and licked the soft flesh, wanting to taste more than that, but holding back.

He lifted his head up and, blowing hot breath on Draco's neck and ear, whispered:

"I'm going to kiss you now, if that's alright with you."

His boyfriend turned his face towards him, lips slightly parted in impatience. The Veela gulped. Those perfect lips just pleaded to be ravished, but he kept in mind that he had to go slowly. He placed his hands on each side of Draco's head and more touched than kissed Draco's upper and then lower lip. Harry tilted his head slightly to have better access and pressed his lips tight against his boyfriends. His tongue darted out and with soft licks asked for permission to enter. Draco parted his lips immediately. The Veela started to tenderly, but thoroughly explore the cavity. Then his tongue returned into his own mouth and he allowed Draco to take control of the kiss. The blonde was unskilled in just kissing, but what he lacked in skill, he more than made up with his enthusiasm. Harry wasn't able to suppress a moan from escaping his throat which seemed to make Draco a bit bolder, because he wrapped his hands around Harry's neck and started to make stroking motions over his shoulders and going through his hair. His hand came to a hold against the rubber band that sometimes held his boyfriend's hair together. When they broke apart for much needed air, he reached out for it, but quivered.

"May I…?"

Harry smiled. "You don't have to ask…anything. Just do what you want."

And so the band landed on the floor and Draco's fingers entwined in raven locks.

The Veela leaned closer and started to kiss his boyfriend's face. Placing butterfly kisses on his cheeks, nose, eyelids, and jaw line. His hands found it's way under Draco's T-shirt and started to stroke his back. His lips moved lower to kiss and lick his boyfriend's neck. When he carefully nipped at the skin there, Draco let out a small pleasure noise, the sound making all Harry's blood flow to his groin.

"Yes, let me hear what you like," the Veela whispered, his voice sounding more lustful than he wanted it to.

His hands moved to Draco's chest and he let his fingers slide over already hard nipples. The blonde arched his back under the ministrations of his skilled hands and shivered.

"Draco?"

"Hmm?" Silver eyes opened and looked drowsily at him.

"Do you mind taking off your T-shirt?"

An emotion flashed in the blonde wizard's face, but Harry couldn't quite understand what it was. Grief?

Draco sighed and taking off his T-shirt, he looked up at his boyfriend.

"I guess you were going to see them anyway."

The Veela immediately understood what the boy was talking about, when his T-shirt was removed; tracing his chest were scars. By the looks of them, they were very old ones. Harry clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white when the urge to kill Lucius washed over him again.

"They heeled rather well, but they're still hideous, but I've learned to live with them by now," Draco stammered.

He swallowed and leaned forward, placing his chin on Draco's shoulder.

"They shouldn't be there, but they don't take away your beauty."

"You think I'm beautiful?" the blonde boy asked in disbelief.

"I've always thought you were beautiful."

He kissed the shoulder he was leaning on and continued the trail of kisses over his boyfriend's chest. The teen in his arms trembled slightly from all the affection that was bestowed on him.

After Draco titled his head back to face him, they kissed again; Harry's anger all but vanished and was replaced with desire.

"I feel a bit overdressed here. Would you do something about that?" the Veela asked playfully. He was answered with a dazzling smile. Draco's trembling fingers started to undo the buttons of his boyfriend's shirt. As each was unbuttoned, those fingers softly danced over the exposed flesh, sending shocks of pleasure through Harry's body, straight to his groin. And when his shirt was removed completely and he felt the sensation of Draco's body, mouth and hands on him, his body was on fire.

It was all just too much. His body screamed for release and he barely could control his senses. Parting from Draco he moved to lie back on the bed, panting like he'd just ran a marathon.

"Just give me a moment please."

The blonde wizard looked him up and down, noticing the bulge in his boyfriend's pants, he smirked.

"Let me take care of that."

Before Harry could acknowledge what was happening, let alone stop him, Draco moved forward with catlike movements and, placed his hands on the Veela's thighs, started to place wet kisses on his chest.

It felt unethical, even wonderful, but something was wrong. The touches and kisses felt different somehow. They weren't as innocent as before, but felt more planned, as Draco knew what he was doing. When Draco started to undo his zipper, Harry grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up. His boyfriend looked disheveled at him.

"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?"

Harry wanted to say ' It's wrong how you learnt it' but instead said "Nothing."

"Then why won't you let me help you with that?" he nodded toward Harry erection.

"Because it's not about me right now, it's about your pleasure tonight,"

"That's okay. I want to do this to you."

"I believe you, but I can't let you, not yet anyway. It's ok, don't worry, lie down."

Draco did as he was told and the Veela lay next to him. He pulled him close; the two mouths finding each other again and the two bodies becoming a tangle of limbs. Harry wasn't sure who had started to thrust his hips and he didn't really care either, because the friction was wonderful and Draco was radiating the most wonderful little noises at each contact.

Sensing that his mate wouldn't last much longer, Harry broke the kiss and began to move lower. He licked one pink nipple, and then blew cool air on it, making it harden even more. When he closed his lips around the nipple and sucked on it, Draco arched his back and tightened his grip in his raven locks. When the Veela repeated his actions on the other nipple, the young wizard released his hair, afraid to hurt his boyfriend, and gripped the sheets instead.

Harry moved even lower, dragging his tongue over Draco's stomach, while his hands were busy with the unfastening of his mate's trousers. Having undone them, he pulled the slacks down and off in one swift movement, taking Draco's boxers with them. Before the silver-eyed boy could comprehend what had happened or react, the Veela took the now exposed erection into his mouth. Draco cried out in pleasure. As Harry was licking and sucking on his length, the teen was panting and moaning, not able to stop his hips from thrusting up.

Because this feeling wasn't something he'd could have imagined or ever experienced and, because he was a 17 year old boy, it didn't take Draco long to come. As a powerful climax washed over him, his essence spilled deep into his boyfriend's throat. Harry swallowed it all, not letting one-drop escape his lips. As soon as he was able to think straight again, be blushed furiously.

"Oh Merlin, Harry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Harry looked up at him and made a show of licking his lips clean. "You taste delicious." He flashed his blushing mate a smile and rested his head on the pale stomach and traced his finger lightly over the inside of Draco's thigh. The blonde was immediately aroused again. He wrapped his legs around his boyfriend's waist and pushed their bodies closer, noticing exactly how aroused Harry really was.

"So…and how are you going to fix that?"

"That depends. What do you want to do?"

"I'm not sure what I really want. I mean, I don't know how or what to ask for," the silver-eyed boy confessed. "What I do want is anything you're prepared to give me. I'm sure you'll make it feel good, like you've already done. I want us to have enjoyment. Not just me, but you as well. I want you to be the only one do to this to me, ever,"

"You still want me to make love to you, right?"

Draco seemed a bit uncertain, but he still nodded.

"Are you sure, because we really don't have to do this? I can…wait…"

"No, that's not it. I just have to know. I need to know that it can feel good. I don't want to be afraid to cross that line all my life. I don't know, do I sound stupid?"

"No you don't sound stupid at all. I understand very well what you want, but you must remember that though I'd never cause you pain on purpose, it still might hurt if you're nervous and won't relax."

"I'll relax; I'll do anything you ask of me. And besides, I can handle a little pain. It just…it feels so good being with you, you know?" He blushed.

Harry's face softened even more and he immediately forgot all the arguments that were racing through his head just a moment ago. If it made Draco happy, who was he to complain?

He pulled his mate even closer and while kissing him thoroughly, wiggled himself out of his pants, which had started to bother him tremendously. When they broke apart, Draco was eyeing him up and down. No one could blame him, for Harry was indeed, a very handsome man.

His body had filled out since first year; he had gained more muscles and a tan. His hair was longer but still ever so messy. Just knowing that he loved Draco and that he belonged forever with Draco made Draco happy. He really hoped to make his boyfriend as happy as he made him. His boyfriend, was no longer a boy anymore though, he was a man; the man whom he loved more than life itself.

At some point the Veela started to feel a bit awkward under his mate's gaze and leaned in to kiss Draco's inner thigh. The silver-eyed boy whimpered and his erection sprung in attention, but instead of doing something about it, Harry moved further down, kissing and nibbling on his right leg, then focusing the same attention to his left one. When he reached his groin, he licked the shaft from base to tip and began to suck gently. By the time he was done, Draco was reduced to a shivering, sweaty mass, trashing on the bed. Harry couldn't take it much more, definitely not with such an erotic sight before him. So he reached over to the cupboard next to his bed and took out a small jar of Vaseline, which he had placed there for quite a long time, just in case.

He slicked his fingers and while sucking on his mate's shaft, he circle Draco's entrance. The blonde tensed for a moment when one of Harry's fingers gently pushed inside, but he then looked at his boyfriend and reminded himself to relax. That wasn't extremely hard to do, because the sight of Harry sucking him off was arousing as hell.

Feeling his mate relax around his finger, the Veela pushed the digit further inside searching for that special spot. He bent his finger a bit and then…perfect! Draco moaned and jerked his hips forward, trying to push himself down on the finger. Instead of continuing his ministrations, Harry pulled his finger out and removed his mouth from his mate's weeping erection. But before Draco could protest, he mumbled a cleaning spell, licked over his entrance, and slightly nudging it with his tongue.

"Oh Merlin, Harry…you can't…" but Draco's protests were replaced with loud moans when Harry pushed his tongue further inside, stretching him and hitting Draco's prostate at the same time. He proceeded to prepare him until Draco was writhing in heat and begging him to take him.

The Veela urged his boyfriend's legs further apart and very gently slid his aching erection inside the tight opening. But Draco had enough of the slow and gentle thrusted up, burying Harry's cock deep inside him. They both gasped and Harry needed all his control not to come right then. He set up a fast rhythm, stroking Draco's erection in time with his thrusts. It took him just a few thrusts before he came, shooting his seed deep inside his mate. Draco followed a second later, shouting his release and tears streaking his cheeks.

"Oh God Draco, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry…"

"No, no, you didn't. I don't know why I'm crying. You must think I'm such a baby." He tried to wipe away the tears, but they just kept coming. "I'm just, it's just, it was so amazing." It was clear that there were just too many emotions coming out at once in one night for Draco to handle. Harry kissed him and pulled him close, wrapping the blanket around them both.

"I love you Harry. I really do."

" Love you too, Dray, now go to sleep," no longer just boyfriend, or soul mates, the two new lovers fell asleep wrap in on other's arms.

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"Ron are you okay," Seamus watched as his boyfriend, in a sense, paced the floor. They were together only for image purposes, so no one caught on. Seamus though, was, how you say, falling head over heals in love with him, despite the fact that Ron treated him horribly.

"I'm fine, Seamus, stop worrying," Ron snapped out him.

"Sorry," Seamus mumbled. Despite himself Ron had learn to like Seamus, maybe more than a friend. I mean he did spend every waking minute with him. He still though was in love with Harry, so he thought.

"Stop being, a baby," he snapped again sitting next to him, on the couch. "Your such a wimp," Seamus dropped his head. "I said stop it," Ron grabbed the boy and planted him sideways oh his lap. Seamus' head shot up. "Why are you being, so, submissive. You're making me think of Malfoy,"

"I'm…jealous, I guess,"

"What for," Ron raised an eyebrow. Seamus knew he couldn't keep a secret from Ron. After going out with Harry, and being around Ron constantly, it was dare near impossible. Ron would beat it out of him, literally. Beside what's the worst to happen.

"I…I…" Okay maybe he couldn't say it.

"Seamus," Ron said gently. "There's nothing to be jealous of. I have no interest in Malfoy. It's just to get Harry," that didn't give him the reaction he wanted because Seamus moved to get off him. Ron pulled him back and saw tears in his eyes. He didn't know why he felt like he did but he didn't want to see Seamus upset. "If you don't tell me what's the matter, I can't help,"

"I like you, okay," Seamus confessed. "I don't know why but I do," he grimaced. "This is going to sound stupid but did you really think Malfoy was cute,"

"NO! That scrawny wimp," Ron scoffed. "I don't like him. I do like you though. Mind you I still love Harry and I will get him from Malfoy. We can have threesome. I know you'll love that. You guys never did do it,"

"Really," Seamus beamed.

"Yeah I guess," Ron rolled his eyes playfully.

"One more thing," Seamus asked. Ron nodded. "Do I have to call you master still," Ron chuckled and shook his head no. Before he could be stopped, Seamus had kissed Ron. About five seconds later, he shot back up. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that,"

"No," Ron whisper, head spinning. He didn't know a kiss from someone other than Harry, could feel so good. And good it was, really good. "You shouldn't have," Seamus was soon pushed back down and Ron was climbing on top of him.

"What, are, you, doing," Seamus gasped.

"Just, shut up," Ron snapped. Seamus watched as if in slow motion as Ron leaned down to kiss him. He knew he'd be in trouble; his other master would kill him. This wasn't supposed to happen. But…it felt so good.

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After Harry and Draco woke up again, their glory was short lived. Snape had come back, he'd asked why the smelt so dirty. They both blushed, and Snape scowled. He made them both take a shower. When they were clean, twice, (it seems Harry can't handle Draco's naked body long enough not to touch him. He had to do 'something' in the shower), Snape question them. As of now he was screaming at Draco.

"Sev," Draco whined. "I'm sorry," the last pass half hour, Snape had been arguing with his godson. He couldn't believe Draco never told him about Voldermort.

"Draco, really, how could you not tell me? I'm your godfather,"

"I thought you'd hate me or wouldn't want to know," Draco responded.

"I would think I'd want to know, if my supposed best friend was letting his only son, BE SCREWED BY VOLDERMORT, JUST TO STAY IN HIS FAVOR," you could say Snape was mad, yeah you could say it all you wanted but doesn't make you right because he was totally beyond mad.

"I was ashamed of myself," Draco explained. "I didn't want under any circumstance, to give Voldermort a sexual high or tell anyone for that matter,"

"Can we please drop this topic? I'm really close to just going to Lucius and...," Harry was just as mad.

"Did I happen to mention, he was here?"

"WHAT,"

"I guess, I didn't," Draco mumbled. Snape and Harry stared at him; he knew he needed to clarify. "He was here, with Ron. He wanted to scared me and honestly he did. I swear, I thought he was going to let Ron…"

"Let, Ron, what, Draco," Snape urged him on.

"Rape me, hurt me, kill me," Draco whispered. Harry rushed to hug his soul mate but Draco winced at the contact. He wanted to be in Harry's arm, it just hurt too much. After the activities of last night and this morning and already being hurt, it was all catching up to him.

"I'm sorry," Harry apologized for both hurting him and his father…Lucius.

"I swear, Lucius will always be an evil sadist man," Snape voiced. "But we can thank Voldermort for that,"

"What, are you talking about," Harry asked. He pulled Draco into his lap, trying not to hurt him. The boy snuggled into his lap.

"Lucius was never this mean. Sure he use to play pranks on people, mean one's but I never imaged him to sink this low. There was a time when he loved Draco. Over the years though, Voldermort's pull on him has made him incapable of love,"

"Voldermort would and could do something like that, maybe even worst,"

"You want worst. It was his idea to let all the Death Eaters, rape, beat, torture and humiliate me, in order to prove my loyalty to the Dark Lord,"

"Stop it," Draco screamed. Both men looked at him. He had his hands covering his face, trying not to cry. "I don't want to hear anymore about my father…Lucius," he sniffed.

"Dray, you're tired. How about you go back to sleep," Harry suggested.

"But," Draco dropped his hands.

"Let me correct myself. I insist you sleep Draco. I will not have you tired, mad and exhausted,"

"Tired and exhausted are the same thing, Harry," Snape smiled.

"Shut up," he glared at Snape. "Please, sleep, Draco," he added. "For me,"

"I hate when you use my line, against me," but he did lie down and go to sleep.

"Snape," Harry said after Draco was asleep. He closed the door and sat down in the couch next to Snape. "Sevy," he sighed.

"Harry," he replied in the same manner.

"Why does everything happen to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Everything happens to me, and none of it I want. This scar, this responsibility, this torment. I want to be normal,"

"Harry, you'll never be normal. You weren't normal the day you were born," Harry glared. "Besides, if you were…you wouldn't be a Veela,"

"I could so live without this protectiveness of Draco. I mean I go crazy if I can't sense him,"

"Even if you weren't, you'd love him regardless, you'd probably still be the overprotective, possessive, crazy…"

"Okay, I get it…unconditional love, don't rub it in,"

A/N: It's what we've all been waiting for but well... I don't think I did a good job. PLEASE! Tell me if I did. Give me some feed back... something. HELP!. Criticism is greatly apprenticed...sp...lol...Oh and this was rather long don't you think. Very long. I don't know if it's the longest but I felt you all need to know that no matter what (unless my mom finds out) I will not give up on this story.