A/N- Sorry, I know this is kind of late for my standards, but I have a good reason. My grandmother was in the hospital, she stopped breathing. They say everything is fine now and she has like three inhalers, so everyone pray, meditate, hum, cross your fingers, whatever your preference. Thanks bunches you guys. This chapter is like 6 pages long. It took me a while to get it where I wanted it to be, and I'm still not entirely happy with it so please review and give me your opinion. Okay, this is going to be long, but well, screw it. On ward!

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Chapter 8 Their coming

Harry felt the warm winter sun shining through the window and spreading gentle heat through his strained body. He didn't want to get up. Getting up meant excepting the fact that he had just woken up from the longest nap of his life. Harry pulled the blanket tighter around himself, and thought of his Draco blanket image from the night before, he couldn't help but smile. Just then his door burst open and in bounced Hermione. She had a big smile on her face and smelled like bacon and eggs. She looked somewhat startled to see Harry already awake, but hurriedly forgot about it.

"Come on Harry. Time to get up. Breakfast is ready." Harry pulled himself out of bed and walked after her down the hall. He watched the streams of sun light as they stretched across the wooden floor and the swirling dust glittering in the light. As Mione pushed the kitchen door open, the smells and friendly sounds of breakfast came out to greet him. Ron and Draco were arguing playfully about some past chess match and how it didn't count because Ron was drunk. A skillet sizzled on the stove and the kitchen was full of laughter and sun shine. Harry sat down opposite Draco and piled some pancakes on his plate, before slathering them in syrup and blue berries. He looked up and met Draco's dark silver blue gaze. Unable to help himself he grinned widely at him. Draco looked slightly startled for a moment before some indefinable emotion flickered across his features.

"Well, mate you seem happy this morning." Ron said cheerfully. Hermione had stopped cooking as well and turned around to stare at Harry. He blushed slightly and shrugged.

"I just know today's going to be a good day, I can feel it." Ron looked confused, Hermione looked tearful, and Draco just grinned hugely back at Harry.

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Draco watched Harry eat. He cut the pancakes with the side of his fork before coating it with syrup and putting it in his mouth. He closed his full red lips around the end of the fork and pulled it out slowly, before dragging his light pink tongue across his sleep swollen bottom lip. If Draco hadn't known better he would have thought Harry was doing it on purpose. Hermione suddenly turned and pointed her spatula at Harry.

"I have to go to the Ministry today and break the news, Harry Potter lives!" Hermione laughed sweetly and placed a hand on Harry head. "All your properties and estates will once again be transferred to your account, Harry." Hermione gave Harry's hair one last loving ruffle, before turning to walk out of the kitchen. "Ronald! Get dressed, we're going out!" Harry faintly heard a moan in the distance that sounded remarkably like Ron. Harry turned to Draco.

"So it appears we're to be left here alone, Draco. Anything in particular you have planned?" Draco started fiddling with his napkin while shaking his head. "Hm…I'll think of something for us to do." Harry gave Draco a brief smile before standing and clapping Draco on the shoulder on his way out.

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Draco leaned back against his door. He placed his hand where Harry's hand had rested just moments before. 'No. No, I do not like Harry. I do not have a crush on Harry. No. No. NO!' Draco could still feel the tingly sparking feeling he got when Harry gently rested his hand on Draco's shoulder. 'Oh god, I'm an idiot. I'm a twenty year old man with a crush. I have a crush on Harry Potter.'

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Dumbledore stood by the window in his office. The sun had just set and the night shadows crept towards Hogwarts. He felt a slight change in the feel of the room immediately before he heard the voice.

"These are dangerous times Dumbledore, dangerous times." Dumbledore turned and faced the man who had appeared as suddenly as death. "I told you not to meddle old man. I warned you not to talk to anyone about my Harry. You broke a promise Albus. I'm rather disappointed. But now thanks to you, Harry is awake and well, I happen to know." Dumbledore frowned.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, Albus. Now as interesting as this conversation is, sadly it must end. Good bye Dumbledore. I hope in the end you made the right decision." The man walked towards Dumbledore.

"Don't worry. I did." Students around the school heard the screaming that night just after sunset.

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Harry paused as he walked through the living room of number 12 Grimmauld Place. He felt dizzy suddenly. The sun had just sunk beneath the horizon and Hermione and Ron had returned, only to rush off again. Harry laid the chess board down in front of the fire and turned towards the stairs. 'I'm so dizzy. Damn you stairs and your insufferable heights.' Harry snorted at that last thought and pulled himself up the second flight of stairs on his way to Draco's room. Harry's hold on the railing slipped. He felt himself falling, and waited for the inevitable impact. But instead of hitting the floor, he was caught by strong, muscular arms that encircled his waist. Opening his eyes, he came face to face with Draco Malfoy. They were so close their noses were almost touching. Harry expected Draco to drop him when he realized how close they were, but instead he just adjusted his grip and used his other hand to gently cradle Harry's head.

"Are you alright?" Draco's voice was thick and husky. It sent shivers up and down Harry's spine. He nodded slowly and moved his hand from the wall to Draco's chest.

"I was just coming to ask if you wanted to come down stairs and play a game of chess." At his Draco seemed to come to himself and sat Harry back up on his feet.

"Sure. I'll be down in a moment, just have to grab something from my room." Harry smiled.

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Draco tried to calm his breathing. He hadn't meant for that to happen. But Harry seemed to respond to him. What? Draco shook his head. He did nothing for Harry to respond to. He just prayed to god Harry didn't feel Draco's hardness pressed against his leg. He knew he wanted Harry. Very, very much wanted Harry. But he didn't want to push anything, for Harry or himself. Draco looked at himself in the mirror. 'Come on Malfoy! Make up your mind. You're obviously gay, but are you ready for a relationship? If it's with Harry, yes. God, I'm a lost cause!' Draco made a frustrated noise. 'It all comes down to what you want for yourself Draco. Do you want a relationship with Harry, if your blessed enough to get him?' Without hesitation Draco nodded at himself. 'A Malfoy always gets what a Malfoy wants.' Watch out Harry.

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Harry sat down in the floor facing the window, his right side towards the fire. He looked out the window and saw dark grey storm clouds. 'I love the fall. It's so beautiful, so peaceful. Yet dark, mysterious, almost sad season. I love the colors of the leaves and the crackling noise they make beneath your feet. That heavy, thick scent that hangs in the air and the desperate lost beauty of autumn.' Harry looked away from the window and met Draco's lovely blue eyes. He blushed slightly when he realized Draco had been watching him. When Draco saw the sweet coloring of Harry's cheeks he smiled and walked further into the room. The small fire crackled happily and the fire light played beautifully over Harry's features. Draco dropped gracefully to the floor opposite Harry and ran a hand along the chess board. Harry smiled nervously. 'What the hells wrong with me? Pull it together man!' Harry looked down at the chess pieces and frowned. They suddenly didn't seem to make sense. Draco's hand landed lightly on Harry's knee. He looked up and noticed Draco had moved closer. 'I'm in trouble.'

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Draco felt more like him old self. More in control of the situation. He could feel the soft jean material beneath his fingers as he applied gentle pressure; the muscles in Harry's leg responded my bunching beneath his hand. Harry looked up at him warily. He looked so gorgeous, so sweet, so damn confused. Draco moved closer to Harry so that their thighs were gently touching. The hand that had been on Harry's knee slid upward towards his hip. Harry's breathing hitched and Draco felt himself grow hard. God Harry was beautiful. He let his eyes trail down Harry's body, studying each part of him. 'Mmm. Perfection.' Harry was sitting, unresponsive to his ministration, but also not moving away. He smiled, trying to get Harry to relax. Harry jumped slightly as a tree branch scrapped against the window and turning his head, bumped noses with Draco. 'Second time tonight we've been in this position. I get the point Merlin.' Draco smiled to himself and raised a hand, gently tracing Harry's jaw line. He moved closer so their mouths were an inch from touching. 'Harry…..'

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Harry's eye lids slid shut and he could feel Draco's warm breath on his lips. 'God, what am I doing? But I want this. This is Malfoy! No this is Draco, sweet, handsome, tall Draco, who's about to kiss you!' Draco's lips brushed lightly over his, sending a tickling feeling down his back. One of Draco's hands was on the small of Harry's back the other his jaw. Draco pressed his lips firmly against Harry's when he didn't pull away. 'This is odd, but weirdly...' Draco gently bit Harry's bottom lip making Harry moan quietly. 'Weirdly satisfying. I can feel his stubble!' It wasn't at all like kissing a girl, with lip gloss and makeup, no it was more….natural, sexual, carnal. Harry didn't know the word but it was good.

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Draco licked Harry's upper lip and felt the full, swollen lips beneath his open shyly. He ravaged Harry's mouth, so when Harry pulled back slightly to breath he was gasping quietly. Draco leaned his forehead against Harry's and closed his eyes. Harry, his Harry. He tasted like chocolate and hazel nut coffee and sugar. Draco took a deep breath. Harry smelled like pine and vanilla and that unique autumn in the woods smell. Draco's pants were getting uncomfortably tight. He pulled back slightly to look at Harry's face. He still had his eyes closed and one of his hands was holding him up off the floor while the other rested on his thigh. His hair was ruffled more so than usual giving it that, 'I just got shagged' look, Draco vaguely remembered running his hands through the silken ebony hair. Harry had his head titled forward slightly and his long curved lashes left shadows on his high cheek bones. He parted his full, kiss swollen red lips, as if to speak. But instead he just opened his eyes and stared confused, questionably, and some what dazedly at Draco.

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Hermione glared at Ron.

"Just give me a boost, Ron! I'm just checking to make sure their alright." Ron snorted.

"I sure their more than alright, Hermione. Neither of us would have left them here together, alone, unless we knew they would be fine. I'm not going to help you spy on our best friend…..unless I get a turn." Hermione huffed but nodded. Ron pushed up on her lower back as she scrambled onto some crates sitting under the living room window at the back of the house. She placed her hands on the window sill and whipped at the steamy window. She smiled hugely as she finally spotted them sitting in front of the fire place. Draco was leaning into Harry who had his hands resting on Draco's upper arms. Mione gasped quietly, then giggled, which made Ron roll his eyes heaven ward.

"What's going on Hermione? Are they talking yet?"

"Mm….They seem somewhat preoccupied." Hermione blushed as she remembered her gasp as Draco dragged Harry into his lap, they lips never releasing each other. Next thing she knew she was tottering violently as Ron climbed up beside her.

"Ew ! Hermione you could have warned me!"

"You knew the plan Ron. If they weren't kissing by tonight I swear I was going to go crazy. Aw. They look so sweet together. Harry needs someone to hold him up, while he holds up the world and Draco needs someone who can challenge him and make him better, Give him someone to love and the knowledge that he's loved." Hermione sighed, happy.

"Well thank you, Mr. Matchmaker, but we're all filled up with crazy here, go sell your 'love for eternity, peace on earth' bullshit else where." Hermione glared as Ron smiled smugly, right before he was pushed roughly off the crates and onto the leaf covered ground.

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Water dripping. Where was it coming from? Getting louder. Screams. God help us, save us. Kill me please, kill me. Make it end. Can't help him now. It's here. It's here and it wants Harry. Well you can't have him you undead son of a bitch. The snake has already laid claim. Kill me then. Kill me. Harry will make you pay for this. What do mean not after tonight?...They would never do that to him! No they wouldn't! They wouldn't! Harry! Their coming…….

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