A/N: FINALLY got a computer, but had to wait for the internet to work and then had to type this up and post it…but it's posted! So no more hating me because I'm going to finish this and not just give up on it! And I'm already brainstorming for a sequel. And this chapter is dedicated to teresa bloom for all her pain. Be happy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy nor anything else that is not mine…but Alex is mine. MINE!

REVIEWS:

Creepy clown doll

A monk? Hmm. No. The whole lack of sex thing would be horrible to my gay fetish.

Kime

I think it's weird that you have the impression that Harry would put up stronger wards than Draco. Why is that?

Meyshi

Hands her a lemon I don't understand the lemons…but, oh well.

Gryffindor16

Great idea for the sequel! I'll think about that (and will probably use it!)

Heartbrokenalloveragain

Is the nuisance Alex? Or is that a flame at me?

LeMoN-LiCkEr-69

Thanks for the big, emotional review!

Nephthys Snape

Thank you so much for complimenting my skills!

Sezza Rikda

He's there to try and get Harry back.

Yehudi13

No, Harry didn't hear them fight. They really didn't make much noise. Threesome? Maybe in the sequel.

Kaikiki

I agree with you on everything! I have to say, you are my favorite reviewer for chapter 18!

Teresa bloom

You started crying? Wow. That is such a compliment, and I am NOT being sarcastic. Why did you cry…like, what part was tear-sad? I'm so sorry about your boyfriend situation. I've never been cheated on, but I've written many stories about it. It's one of the most ultimate kinds of betrayal. My love is with you. This chapter is hereby dedicated to you!

AND MUCH THANKS TO MY OTHER REVIEWERS: From The Dark I will Rise, Holy Snappers, Pure Black, MyOriginalIntent, Lady Slone, Prodigy, Moon-wolf2, uh…hullo, iluvdanrad, Siiarrei, Darkness-Angel-2004, Sophie Malfoy, Ena-Faia-Api

and DarknessInMyVeins.

Chapter 19: STUPID QUESTION

Harry sat alone on his bed. His legs dangled over the side, hands clasping and unclasping in his lap. He was between a rock and a hard place…or rather, two very soft, sexy, luscious men…each with their very own kind of hard place.

How was he going to choose?

Sighing, the Golden Boy stood, stripping off his shirt. He grabbed pj bottoms and a tee shirt out of a drawer. After undoing and unzipping his pants, Harry pulled them off, followed by his boxers. He put on the black bottoms; cotton, and a bit faded. They were comfortable, and that was all that mattered in sleep. He pulled the shirt over his head. On the front it said : Read this, it's funny. Another gift from Alex. The man had adored humorous T-shirts.

Harry turned off the light and slipped under the dark green sheets. Realizing he still had his contacts in, he threw them back off and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He opened it again after a few minutes, turned off the light, and was halfway across the room when he stopped in his tracks. Alex was lying on his bed.

"What…How did you get in here?" He asked. Alex smiled.

"Window."

"Why? Why are you here?"

"I thought you'd know that already."

"No. I don't."

Alex stood up and strutted toward his ex-lover. When he was in front of him, he gently ran his hand down Harry's shoulder and arm, taking the hand at the end in his. "Harry…I love you."

The Gryffindor didn't pull his hand away. "No, you don't."

"Why would you say that?"

"Why would you cheat on me for a fuck with your ex-boyfriend?"

"I was drunk."

"Not an excuse."

Alex lowered his head in defeat. "I know. I just…wasn't thinking. If you only knew what it felt like. I mean, he looked like you…and I suppose that it didn't help the situation…and it just felt so…so good."

Harry hadn't noticed that Alex was so close to him. Their breaths mingled, and The-Boy-Who-Lived drew his eyes wide in shock when wet, warm lips embraced his own. Alex placed a hand behind Harry's head, pushing him forward to deepen the kiss. Harry's hands rested on the boy's chest, and he trembled as his lips were licked and bitten. It didn't hurt, but was more of a pleasurable sensation that plunged through his blood.

Harry opened his mouth in a gasp, and Alex's tongue darted in and swiped around quickly before exiting again. Harry wasn't thinking right. He wanted more. Shyly, innocently, Harry flicked his tongue once at the older boy's lower lip, and then a penetrated his mouth. It felt so good…he was drunk off the feelings.

Alex felt the hands on his chest move to circle his neck, to play in his hair, tangling and tugging. It was an erotic game they were playing. A dangerous game.

The two walked together, slowly, toward the bed, their lips never breaking apart. Harry felt Alex lean in so that he laid on the bed with Alex over him. He heard the man kick off his shoes and felt hands run paths over his arms, chest, stomach, legs. His mouth was suddenly released as his shirt was pulled over his head and off of him. A tongue traveled it's way down his neck, stopping to kiss and taste his flesh.

"Do you feel it, Harry?" He asked between nips of collarbone. "It felt the same…it felt…dangerous." The tongue descended down to his stomach, where a light kiss was placed upon his belly button.

"Alex, I…" Harry whispered, and the older boy drew his face up until he was eye to eye with his raven-haired lover.

"What?"

"Is this still a war?"

Alex smiled, placing a kiss on Harry's cheek. "Of course, love."

Alex felt strong hands push against him, and he fell off the bed and onto the floor. He stared incredulously at Harry, who sat up, chest bare.

"Is that really what you think?" he yelled. "This isn't love? This is just a competition to you?"

"What else would it be?" Alex responded, his voice just as loud, but his meaning more malicious.

Draco was in his room, down the hall from the room Harry was staying.

He wanted to talk to the Golden Boy, tell him that Alex was gone. Hold him in his arms and tell him how much he loved him. To protect him.

Draco shook his head. He was being stupid. Why would Harry want him when he could have an older, handsomer man? Alex had been very attractive, but would Harry go back to him? He had cheated on him, right? Maybe he did have a chance.

"Is that really what you think? This isn't love? This is just a competition to you?"

"What else would it be?"

Draco opened the door to his room and walked to Harry's door. He recognized the voice other than Harry's. It was Alex. Alex was in Harry's room. But why? And How? Did Harry let him in?

Harry stood in front of Alex, who had risen to his feet.

"What does it matter?" Alex asked. "I love you! That's all that matters!"

"I don't believe that!" Harry responded, his voice cracking slightly. "I…I hate you!" He pointed to the door. "Get out! Get out of this room and get out of my life! I love Draco!"

Outside the door, Draco drew out a breath. He couldn't believe it. Harry loved him. Harry Potter loved him!

"That selfish, spoiled, sniveling, pure-blood, future death eater?" Alex shouted, rage trembling through him.

Harry glared. "He's none of that! Draco is…loving, and compassionate, and beautiful…and he-"

"Loves you?" Alex interrupted. "He doesn't' love you. I love you! Harry…"

Alex threw himself at The-Boy-Who-Lived, pushing him back onto the bed. Harry tried to get him off, but he wasn't strong enough. He gasped as Alex bit his neck and hand snaked it's way under his pajama pants to grasp his limp cock.

"Alex, stop!" Harry protested.

Alex moved his hand up and down, trying to stiffen the un-hard penis in his grasp. "Love me, Harry." He groaned into the Gryffindor's ear. "Love me. Love me. Harry."

"No!" Pushing against the older boy, Harry tried to get away from him. He yelped as the hand around his prick tightened.

"Did that hurt?" Alex growled. Harry let out a small whine. "I don't want to hurt you, Harry. But, if that's what it takes to get you to love me, then I suppose I have no choice."

Draco heard his lover scream protests, but he didn't go inside. He didn't know what was going on, but he had a good idea. The Slytherin would have stopped Alex by now, but he knew Harry would never heal if Draco had to saved him. For the moment. He just had to listen and be alert as to the situation. One move from Alex that would destroy Harry, and the wanna-be muggle was dead.

Alex softened his grip on Harry's member. "Why is it you won't get hard for me? Am I not sexually appealing anymore?" He whispered, accentuating "sexually" so that the words brushed across the Golden Boy's tan flesh.

Harry let a moan escape him, eyes tight shut. "Alex…please!"

"Please?" he teased. "Please what? Please make passionate love to you? Please forgive you? Please welcome you back into my life?" his tongue flicked out caress a pert nipple as hands glided over glowing skin. "Please love you?"

"Alex…listen to me. I love…Draco."

"Harry, Harry, Harry." Alex glared directly into his eyes, looking very much like an exasperated mother at a young boy. "Don't make me force you. Trust me…it's won't be fun."

Harry felt petrified. The next thing he knew, Alex was yanking off his pj bottoms, and then the older teen proceeded to pull his own shirt over his head. When his hands began working at his pants, Harry protested.

"Alex…don't. I don't want to."

"I'm not exactly giving you a choice."

Harry felt the head of his ex's dick at his entrance. Realizing Alex was not planning on using lube, Harry tried to move himself away. The stronger wizard grabbed his legs to cease his squirmings.

"Don't even think about it." Alex threatened, then pushed forward and into The-Boy-Who-Lived. The latter gasped and called Draco's name. His eyes flooded with tears of pain, both from physical and emotional torture.

Draco heard Harry shout his name, and he quickly pushed open the door to Harry's room. What he saw was a living nightmare. Harry was lying on his back on the bed, hands gripping the backboard as Alex thrust into him…deep, painful, and dry. Harry turned his head and saw his lover, but didn't ask for help. He just winced, and Alex removed his tool from him. The older teen released upon the green sheets, hand pumping at his own manhood.

Alex smiled at Harry. "See? You do love me." It was no surprise that he was surprised when Harry's foot met with his face. Alex fell off the bed and rolled onto his back.

"Get out." Harry ordered. Alex glanced at Draco in the doorway and pulled on his pants. Grabbing his shirt, he faced Harry.

"I know you still love me."

"I never loved you." Was the response he got. Harry rung the bell by his bed, and with a pop an oak-green house elf appeared.

"What can Matsy do for master's guest?" It asked.

"Help that man out, and make sure he leaves the property." Draco spoke up, motioning to Alex.

Matsy nodded and bowed, then strode toward the door. "This way, sir. Matsy will show you out." Alex followed the little elf, only looking back once when he reached the doorway.

Once he was gone, Draco stepped across the room to the bed. Harry pulled across a sheet to cover his exposed 'ness.

"You alright?" Draco asked.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Don't you think that's a stupid question?"

A/N: Alright. One more chapter to go…and I'm sure all of you know what happens in that chapter! w00t! Anyway…I'll try to get that last chapter up on here ASAP…and then I'll think about the sequel. I don't really have a plot for the sequel yet, but I'm working on developing one. Any suggestions?