Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, etc.

Summary: the library fails our heroes and the boys have a much needed time out for each other and begin to realize something.

WARNING: yummy gay sex, so if you don't like it, don't read it.

Harry stretched back in his chair in the library. He had been crouched over the same book for the past hour reading and re-reading the same page on horcruxes. It was one of the few books in the library that actually held information on horcruxes. Thus far only the person who had put the piece of the soul in the object was able to extract it from the object. However the book did say that a piece of a soul had been extracted from an object by someone other than the owner of the soul. But since the person who did the extracting had been killed it was advised that the horcrux simply be destroyed.

"Unfortunately that's not an option here," Harry muttered quietly.

"Very true," said Draco looking at the page Harry was staring at. Draco also had an open book in front of him. "This book also mentions that guy. He extracted it from a ring. Everyone in these books assumes that the horcrux is just an object. Something that no one would care about destroying."

"Now if only no one cared about killing me we would be in business." Draco turned to Harry slowly.

"I promised to kill you, but only if there was no other way. Until I have to, I won't kill you."

"Careful. I might start thinking you care about me."

"I don't want to kill you." Draco turned back to his book and stared at the same page he had been staring at for the past hour. "I just want to know if there is a way we can get out of this without me becoming a killer."

"You were going to kill Dumbledore."

"I didn't. I didn't want to become a killer. I didn't want to kill a professor, and now I don't want to kill a friend even more." Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco.

"A friend? Yeah right."

"Damn you Harry." Draco didn't care anymore who saw what. He grabbed Harry and kissed the boy full on the mouth. Then he turned back to his book and stared at his book again. Harry stared at Draco with a surprised look on his face.

"What... why..."

"People care about you Harry. I care about you. There, my great secret revealed." Harry was still shocked by the fact that Draco had kissed Harry in a public place.

"Draco... I'm sorry I made you promise to kill me." Draco took in a deep breath and said,

"Thank you, Harry."

That night they had arrived back at home with no more knowledge than they had had when they left the house. The mood around the house was quiet. No one openly showed how frustrated, angry, upset, and nervous they were. Most of all, they were disappointed that they hadn't been able to find anything that could help Harry. But then most everything that pertained to the darkest of the Dark Arts and anything written about Voldemort was restricted or else no one would speak about it or let anyone near it. Dinner was a quiet affair. No one spoked much beyond quiet requests for the butter or the potatoes or the salt. Half way through dinner Harry left the table saying he was tired. Draco stayed until Mrs. Weasley cleared away the plates and then went up to the room he and Harry had been sharing.

He quietly walked into the dark room and locked the door behind him. He could see Harry's huddled form under the blankets of the bed. Harry's shoulders shook slightly. Draco wasn't surprised by this and quickly took off his shoes and socks. He slipped into the bed next to Harry and gently held his friend close to him.

"It's all right Harry," he whispered to the dark haired boy. "It's all right. I'm here." Harry turned over in Draco's arms and kissed Draco with a passion tinted with desperation. Draco held Harry tightly and kissed him back. He understood why this was happening. He knew it was because Harry was desperate to feel life. In the face of so much death even he wanted some kind of human contact. He just wasn't sure that Harry would be receptive of it until now. The kiss got deeper and hungrier as the two began to pull each other's clothes off their bodies until they were naked and writhing together on the bed.

"Draco..." Harry sighed hungrily into Draco's ear. "Please... I need... something..."

"I know..." said Draco gently looking Harry in the eyes. "I know, it's ok. I'm here. I'll be whatever you need me to be."

"I want to be inside you... I want to feel... something..." Draco kissed Harry on the neck and reached for the bottle of lube he'd brought with him and had hidden under the bed in case a situation like this had occurred. He squeezed a generous amount of lube in his hand and gently lubed Harry's hard aching need and made Harry gasp and moan. Draco carefully positioned himself over Harry and eased the hard aching need he wanted so much into himself. Draco's spine arched and his head rolled back as he closed his eyes and gasped at the feeling of this boy before him so deep inside of him.

"Gods Harry..." he gasped looking down at the boy in front of him.

"Draco... I... tell me... if I hurt you..." Draco tried to make his smile understanding. He gently touched Harry's cheek and said simply,

"Do what you want... I'm whatever you need me to be tonight." Harry grabbed Draco's hips quickly and began thrusting into Draco hesitantly at first afraid that he would hurt this boy above him with his need and desperation. But Draco only gasped and moaned quietly with pleasure. Harry got braver and each thrust he drove into the blond boy was a little faster and a little harder. Draco took everything that Harry dished out. He took it willingly and without hesitation. He understood and he enjoyed it. He had to admit that there were times when he had wanted Harry to be rougher with him but was never sure how to ask him. This wasn't the way he had always wanted this to be, but it would do for now. Harry sat up with the force of his climax and they kissed each other hard as Draco joined him in the ecstasy. Draco held Harry tightly to him as they laid down on the bed. Harry shook and cried with the release of his emotions that were released along with his orgasm. Draco kissed Harry's forehead and held him tightly.

"I'm sorry..." Harry choked out.

"It's all right... don't be sorry. I'm here. I understand." Harry let his tears run down his face and onto Draco's chest. Draco just held Harry tightly and gently rubbed his back. After about an hour Harry's cries subsided and he and Draco were nestling in to sleep. Draco still held Harry tightly to himself.

"Be careful Draco," said Harry quietly, "I might start thinking you're falling for me." Draco placed a gentle kiss on the top of Harry's head.

"Maybe I am," said Draco quietly and a little shaky. Harry looked up at Draco through tear-blurred eyes.

"Maybe I am too," whispered Harry as he moved up the bed to look Draco in the eyes.

"Falling for yourself? That was unexpected."

"For you. I think I'm falling for you." The two stared at each other for a few moments before gently kissing each other. Harry snuggled down into Draco's chest and fell asleep listening to Draco's heart.