A/N: New chappie! This one took longer than the others. I started it yesterday and finished it today…but it took so long because I don't work on my fics on the weekend.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry, the Dursley's, or Draco…but Alex is my condo! Mwahaha (inside joke).

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Rei Magami

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hang-ups? Eh…okay. Thank you for the review!

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CHAPTER 14: ONE LAST KISS

"Boy! Get down here right now!"

Harry rolled his eyes, closing his transfiguration textbook. His uncle was yelling at him from the bottom of the stairs. Harry left the room and walked to the top of them, to were he could see the purple face of the eldest Dursley.

"What do you want?"

"Your boyfriend's on the phone…again!"

"He's not my boyfriend!" This was the eighth time today that Alex had called, that Uncle Vernon had called him his boyfriend, and that Harry had denied such.

"Either way, he's coming to pick you up in thirty minutes."

"I don't think so." Harry scoffed, then turned around and began to walk back to his room. However, he stopped at his uncle's next words.

"I think you will!"

Harry ran back to the stairs and down them until he was face to face with his uncle.

"What. Did. You. Say?"

Uncle Vernon smirked. (A/N: Yes! SMIRKED!) "I said that you will. You will go out with that boy," he visibly twitched, "and do whatever he wants you to."

"No I won't."

The larger man grabbed Harry and pushed him into the hallway wall. The pictures on the walls shook, and Petunia and Dudley, who were in the kitchen, peered through the door to see what was happening. Harry winced as the hall table dug into his side and his head pounded from where it struck.

"Mr. Renke's business is very important to mine. If he takes his account back, I will be out of a lot of business and a lot of money. In order to keep the alliance I have with him, you will do whatever his son tells you to or you'll be out in the streets before you can say 'freak'…understood?"

To make his point, the husky man shook the teenager still pinned to the wall.

"Yes." Harry conceded. He was released then, and fell to the ground, his back against the wall. His Uncle sneered at him, and then exited into the kitchen to eat dinner, leaving Harry sitting, head in hands, mourning his lost…everything.

After a while, he stood and headed upstairs. He took of his limp, gray shirt and sagging pants. He glared at the clothes in his closet, clothes that Alex had bought for him. He was about to close the door and find something else, but stopped. How would Alex feel if he saw Harry wearing the clothes he bought for him? Guilty.

Thinking such, the raven-haired boy chose a slimming, but not too loose, navy blue shirt and tight blue jeans. He put on a black belt and black shoes, also purchases of Alex. After combing his hair and putting in his contacts, Harry sat on his bed, trying to get some kind of composure or grasp on the situation ahead of him.

Too soon, Harry heard the bell ring, signaling the arrival of the backstabbing ex-boyfriend. He was just leaving his room when his Uncle's shouts of him reached his ears.

"Harry! Get down here!"

As he reached the stairs, Harry looked down to the door. There was Alex, looking stunning in black slacks and white, button-up shirt. His white hair wasn't gelled, but hung sexually down in loose strands. Harry gasped in a breath, because for a moment, his heart had stopped. Now it was filled with an aching, like someone was tearing at it. He gulped, trying to disperse the feeling of sobs in his throat.

It was at that moment that Alex looked up at him. Their eyes met, and Harry stood there while his ex-lover looked him up and down.

"Hi…Harry." The older teen said, hesitantly. Harry didn't say anything, but descended the stairs, grabbed his black coat from the hall closet, and faced Alex in the doorway. The Dursley's said goodbye, and the two boys left the house. The silence between them was nothing like the quiet the first time they were out together. It was awkward, and had an aura of anger and sorrow.

Alex opened the door for Harry, and the Gryffindor got inside, then grabbed the handle and slammed the door in his ex's face. Alex looked hurt, but Harry just looked straight ahead, out the windshield. The white-haired boy went around the car and entered the driver's side. He started the car and they drove off into the falling evening.

Alex kept looking at Harry, obviously wanting to say something, but he didn't. Harry, though, was surprised when the car was parked. He looked around and realized that they were at the same spot where the two had kissed on that very first night.

"Harry." Alex whispered. The black-haired teen turned to face him, and was surprised at the look in his ex-lover's eyes. They were remorseful.

"Harry," he began again, his voice sounding as though he was on the edge of a breakdown. "I –"

"I'm not here."

"What?"

Harry glared at him. "I'm not here. Not by choice, at least. If I didn't go with you, my Aunt and Uncle were going to kick me out of the house. They didn't want to loose your father's business. I remain by what I said before. I never want to see you again."

"But you are, Harry. You're with me right now."

Harry winced. "I don't want to be."

The next thing he knew, Alex was on top of him. His smooth hands were massaging, feeling, exploring Harry's body. He didn't give in the wriggling that Harry was making. He kissed his neck, his face, his lips. The younger boy tried to push the bleached teen off of him, but Alex was stronger than he looked. He practically vomited when Alex whispered lustfully in his ear.

"Gods…I missed you."

"Get off of me!" Harry shouted. He pushed with everything he could muster, and Alex moved away from him, back onto his side of the car. Harry took deep breaths, attempting to erase the thoughts that had arrived in his mind due to Alex's groping.

"Don't ever do that again! I'm not your boyfriend and I don't want you to touch me! I don't even want you to look at me!"

Alex looked out the driver's side window, turned away from the boy he loved. Harry's words hurt him, cut him into pieces, but he couldn't deny the reasons. Harry had very good reasons.

"I understand." He sighed.

"Good." Harry folded his arms, turning his body away from the other person in the car. A silence descended upon them, and Alex shifted, simultaneously becoming closer to Harry.

"Harry."

"What?"

"I promise, I'll leave you alone. I'll never contact you ever again…I won't."

"Good."

"I just want one thing."

Harry turned to look at Alex. Was he kidding? He didn't deserve anything! He should just leave it alone and here he was asking for something?

"What?"

"I want a kiss."

Harry turned back away. "No."

"Please, Harry. I…I need to feel you again."

"I do believe you copped quite a good feel a minute ago."

"I want you to kiss me…like you used too."

"I used to do a lot of things." Harry said. He then thought of something. "Alright, I'll kiss you."

"You will?" Alex looked surprised.

"Yes, but you have to answer a question of mine first."

"Anything."

Harry's eyes locked on the blue ones that were his ex-boyfriend's. He made sure he had his attention, doing so by slowly licking his lips and sending a soft breath in the white-haired boy's direction.

"Who's the better kisser?"

"What?"

"Me or him? Who's better? Who kisses you better? Who gives a better blowjob? Does he have tricks that I don't have? Is that why? Do you like fucking him more than me? Oh, wait…he was fucking you if I do remember correctly. You like being fucked by him? By Nicolas? DO YOU LOVE HIM?"

Alex stared at him, shocked. Harry was literally shaking, his anger apparent in his being and his eyes. He watched as clear rivers of tears gently fell from the boy's eyes, smearing on his cheeks. Alex reached out a hand and wiped away the waters, but Harry snapped his head away.

"Answer the fucking question, Alex." He said, his voice a façade of calmness.

"You kiss better."

Harry sniffed. "I highly doubt that."

"It's true. It doesn't matter about experience, Harry. I love kissing you. I love you. No one and nothing can change that. I…want another chance."

"No."

Sighing, Alex rested his hands on the steering wheel, and then lowered his head to lie upon it as well. "I answered your question whether you believe the answer or not. I want what I asked for now."

Harry glanced at him, and then nodded his head. Alex scooted toward him, and the younger boy leaned back into the seat. He closed his eyes and felt the body near him. Alex smelled so good…so sexual. Like pine cones and oranges. Harry remembered breathing in that sent, how it filled him whenever he was being held by the older teen…or sleeping side by side, legs wrapped among each other, fingers tangled in silky hair.

Alex hovered above his ex-lover. Their bodies radiated a heat that both recognized and longed for. As their chests touched gently, a shiver ran down their spines. Licking his lips, Alex drew closer still, and their lips collided in an electric kiss. After prodding Harry's lips with his tongue, the white-haired boy was allowed entrance, and the kiss deepened. Alex's left hand moved under Harry's shirt and stroked his twitching stomach muscles. The tortured boy moaned into the kiss, and the hand ventured up to massage his chest. Using his other hand, Alex found the seat back lever and pulled it. The passenger seat lowered all the way down. He straddled Harry, never breaking the kiss, and wasn't surprised to feel Harry's arousal tingling against his own. His soft hand moved away from the cut chest to run it's way up and down the boy's legs, and then smoothing it's way over the suppressed prick between his legs. Harry gasped and turned his head away.

"Harry…"

"Get off me." He whispered, his voice cracking as if he were holding back tears. Alex didn't move.

"Harry, you obviously want this."

"Of course I do…but not with you."

"Why are you fighting this?" Alex murmured, his mouth near Harry's ear, close enough to dampen it with his breath. The hand that rested between the raven-haired boy's legs pressed into it gently, and then moved along the hidden length. "You're getting off on this."

Harry sobbed, and the sound caused Alex to pull back. Realizing that he was released slightly, Harry pushed against the pale boy. The latter moved back to his own seat, and Harry pulled the seat back up.

"Take me home."

"When can I see you again?"

"You won't."

"Why not?"

Harry was silent. Sighing, Alex started the car and drove back to Privet Drive. After he parked, Alex turned to his ex-boyfriend again.

"I want to see you again."

"And people in hell want ice water."

"Harry, I'm serious."

The Gryffindor was already out of the car. He looked at Alex through the open door.

"I'm starting school in three weeks."

"Where do you go?"

"None of your business."

"Harry!" Alex said at the door was slammed in his face. He rolled down the window using the button on his door. "Don't make me use my father's power over your uncle to see you. I'll do it."

Harry glared at him. "I'll kill myself before I agree to see you again."

Alex stared at him, and the Gryffindor turned around and went inside the house. The older teen in the car started the engine and drove away. He left Harry, he left the past…and he left his heart. As the scenery went by past the window, Alex looked straight ahead, ignoring the tears that fell gracefully down his face.

A/N: Well, that's done. I hope you all liked it. So…Harry is pissed and Alex is sad. That's the last time they saw each other, cause Harry started Hogwarts. Did anyone notice that both Alex and Draco both say "you're getting off on this"? That's why Harry tweaked when Draco said it in the previous chapter. Hope you all liked this chapter! It's really long…for me. Six pages. Woot!