Disclaimer: I don't own them that should be obvious being that I am still a poor college student.

Rating: R for language and talk of sex and maybe sex

Note: This will be a crossover with Smallville (AU somewhere in the middle of season 4 ep 1 that pretty much where I got lost)

Second note: In this world book 5 did happen but we are ignoring the fact that Sirius fell throw the veil.

Author note: I'm still working on this fic. This is unusual for me I usually finishes the story before I post them so sorry if it takes awhile.

Harry

It was dinnertime but hungry came second to sanity. Before I could eat I had to deliver a letter. After sending Ron and Hermione ahead of me, I took a trip to the olwery. To give Hedwig a letter to deliver. I'm so sick of suffering alone. I have to tell some one. Dumbledore eyes would twinkle, Ron would suffer a heart attack and possibly die, Hermione would nag, Sirius was the safest decision. I tie the letter to Hedwig leg. running my fingers down her back she cooed under the touch.

"Give him the letter. Wait for his written replay. Poke him if necessary. Make sure he writes back right away. Try to find him alone minus Lupin. Thanks." I give her head a pat. She nipped at me finger. Stepping back she takes off out the window I watch her go. What will Sirius have to say about relationships and Slytherin?

I walk in to the great hall to find Malfoy sitting at the head of the Slytherin table. A smirk on his face looking as if he hadn't been missing for the past week and a half. I want to stomp over there scream at him for making me worry. I want to kiss him I want him to hold me I want… I bit down on my lip hard what the hell is wrong with me. I am not a fluffy little gay boy I am Harry Potter defender of the wizard world. An all around normal wizard boy who just happen to be in a relationship with a not so normal-semi-evil wizard boy. Relationship. I wonder if that's what I have with Malfoy. It doesn't matter what we have. I do not need to be hug or kissed, I just need... I don't know what I need. I turn my eyes away from the Slytherin table. Watching Draco working the crowd will only make me feel silly. Deposing myself between Ron and Ginny I look up to find Draco leering at Blaise. I feel my lip slip downwards. Defenders of the wizard world are allowed to pout. The door to the main hall slams open. Snape glides in black robes bellowing. He nods in Draco direction Malfoy gives him a wink. With a shake of his head Snape continues on his way to the teacher table. I wonder if that was some secret death eater code.

Blasie leans in close to Draco, dropping an arm around his shoulder. I shove my fork into my mouth making myself chew.i'm not even sure what I just put in my mouth. Ron nudges my side.

"You might want to look at what you're eating mate."

"Doesn't matter."

He laughs " Of course it not Malfoy back."

I drop my fork. Turning my head to watch Ron shove beans into his mouth

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

"Nothing much."

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Blasie is leading Draco out of the great hall.

"Ron I have to go do… something big important like."

He laughs around the beans I glare.

"Just remember we have to meet up to study some time to night. Hermione orders."

"I won't be that long."

Ron smirks. Ron never smirks. Smirks are for people who know things they shouldn't. Don't have time to think about that. Blasie is stealing Draco. Dragging him off to do dirty thing I know Draco is capable of. I'm up an out of my seat moving towards the door before Ron can think of any word to go along with his smirk. I catch a glimes of Draco robe move around a corner. I follow. I turn the corner to find Draco pressed up against the wall. Blasie body is holding him there. Draco smirks, Blaise doesn't look to happy.

"Malfoy I would like a word with you… alone."

Fuck. Harry could you have sounded any more jealous. At times like this, I wish for laser vision. It would make things so much simpler. Less words. Blasie laughs as he runs a hand throw Draco hair. I don't bother biting back a growl. Growl me? I would never growl at a fellow student.

"You're a little upset Potter. I don't think it safe to leave you alone with Draco."

His finger are stroking Draco ear.

Malfoy is not mine he is his own person. I want to rip Blasie hands of and fed them to Fangs.

"I won't ask you again Blaise."

A smirk crawls its way across Draco lips. I want to kiss it away.

"Go away Blaise." His voice is a low command. Blaise gives him a look. Draco shakes his head fixing his robes, he turns to face me eyebrow raised. "Potter?"

I want to reach out pull him in to me. Bury my nose in his hair. I'm losing it. Harry Potter the boy who lived to become a certified nut. I shove my hands into my pockets.

"Can we go someplace a little more private?"

He leads the way to the fourth floor broom closet. Our closet. The space were we fuck for the first time. Our first time. My first time.

We step inside. Flick of his wrist whispered spell the door locks. I pull him to me. Kissing him hard fast. He leans in to me lets me take the lead.

Wet, hard, movement, bits, licks, I slip slick probing fingers in to him he moves in to the touch. Eyes steering up at me watching memorizing. Slick hard I fill him we move together fast smooth efficient. We've done this thousands of times before. I know this beat .I know him. He cums hard. I slam into him, the paces frantic. I'm coming seeing pure light. He shutters under me. Squeezed tight around me.

After wards I lay there slumped against him, curled up in his arms, cuddled between his legs.

"Were did you go. Dumbledore wouldn't tell me."

"You asked twiklemore?" He laughs, not harsh just amused. I move my head to rest on his shoulder. Moment like this are rear. He usually dress quickly, leave right after the fuck. Maybe he missed me half as much as I missed him.

"I wanted to know where you were. He knows everything. It seems like a good idea at the time." I'm rambling like a bumbling idiot.

"You're his precious solider dog."

"He still didn't tell me."

"I was away visiting a friend"

"Why."

He bit my neck.

"None of your business. Be happy I told you that much."

"Fine." I pull away from him. It's always best to be the first one to leave. Gives you leverage and all that stuff.

"I want to go flying tonight. Come with me." Not a questing, a command warped in nine word. He speck in contradictions.

"One broom or two?"

"You decide."

He's watching me again. Eyes focused starling gray.

"One" He nods he expected nothing else.

"I'll come pick you up."

"I can meet you at the front gate."

"Not safe."

"When did you start worrying about my safety?"

"I have my reason Potter. Get out of here I don't want your pets tracking us down."

I pull on my robes. Kissing his forehead before opening the door. I slip out the room.

When I enter the library Ron and Hermione are waiting for me. I sit down opposite Ron. There's a knowing look on his face. A worried frown on Hermione's. I wonder how you tell your friend you're falling in love with the enemy.