Harry looked back and tried to decide how to approach the situation. How exactly do you make a truce with a boy you kissed just twenty minutes ago?

Out of no where Malfoy turned to look at him and smirked. He dismounted the table, shooting a Ravenclaw fourth year a hard glare and walked over. "Need something?"

"Yeah, can we talk?"

"What ever do you need to speak with me about?"

"A truce," Harry said, crossing his arms.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, coming?" Harry led him out of the hall in into a nearby classroom.

"I don't really think a truce is what you're after Potter," Malfoy smirked and let out a dark and sexy chuckle as he spoke.

"Well it is-" Harry stopped when he noticed Malfoy lock the door.

"A truce is what you want? I suppose I can allow such a thing," Malfoy moved towards him, the dim light from the window hit only half of his face and illuminated the Veela in him.

"I, uhm, I," Harry gulped and allowed himself to be backed against the desk.

"Harry-can I call you Harry?"

"Uh, yeah, I."

"You know I'm a Veela. I know I'm a Veela. I'm ready to kiss you again, because to be honest, that was my first kiss and it was incredible, powers or no," Malfoy looked at him from under his thick dark lashes and looked so perfect at that moment.

"Will you?" Harry asked, a little more confident from the funny feeling in his stomach he got when Malfoy said those things.

"Any time," Malfoy was about to go to him when Harry stepped forward and put his arms around the heir's hip and pushed their lips together.

Draco's eyes widened, he wasn't expecting Harry to kiss him, he thought he'd have to initiate things again. Obviously not and after a second Malfoy felt his eyes slid shut and the warm, dizzy feeling spread through him. His arms slid up around Harry's neck and he pulled them closer together. The Veela powers rushed out and the something else ran through both of their bloodstreams. Harry groaned and pulled the blonde closer still, he could feel the other boy's hip bones and he loved how they were just slightly more narrow than his own. Draco slid his fingers up through Harry's hair and tangled himself into the ink colored locks. Harry felt the sensual tickle of the blonde's long fingered hands sliding through his hair and he smiled. He opened his mouth a little and took Malfoy's bottom lip into his mouth and sucked it gently. The Veela powers spiked and both were plunged into a whole other dimension of erotic.

Harry and Malfoy moved back the desk and, miraculously, without breaking the kiss, Harry seated himself on the desk and Malfoy climbed up to straddle his thighs. Malfoy opened his mouth a little and kissed Harry deeply. His tongue wove in and licked over Harry's tongue, earning himself a loud groan and a heady sensation.

It took a second before Harry reacted and their tongues started to work against each other. Malfoy felt Harry's hand slid over his thighs and back up to his hips and knead his skin, the strange (but incredibly enjoyable) feeling this gave him made him want Harry's hands all over him.

They broke for a second, "I really don't think this is how most people finalize a truce," Harry said, smiling.

Malfoy smirked at him and kissed his nose. "We've got a really unique truce."

Harry knew he had to tell Malfoy what he knew but he couldn't think of how to do it and he wanted nothing more than to continue kissing him, talking would postpone such things. But he put his lust aside and looked directly into Malfoy's eyes.

"You remember when I saw you the other morning, right outside Gryffindor?"

"Yes?" Malfoy looked a little confused.

"It was because I'd been sleeping in the hall. I was walking the night before and I was down near Slytherin when I heard you and Snape talking. I know you're Death Eater and a spy and that you're trying to figure out the prophecy," Harry said this carefully but quickly. The look that came over the blonde's face was slightly nervous but not angry.

"You're not angry?"

"Worried, since I've been kissing you and I enjoy it, I don't want you killed by some Auror or by the Dark Lord," Harry said. "I also heard about your mum."

Malfoy went silent and looked deeply saddened. "I'm sorry about what happened to her, what you must have gone through when you found out, how confusing all this must be," Harry tried to comfort him.

"Father says she was beautiful, that her name was Abriel and she, for some reason, had fallen in love with him when he didn't love her back. Yet, they had an affair and she got pregnant, Lucius says he was worried about the image, especially since Narcissa hadn't had any children over two years into their marriage. It was perfect though, so Narcissa pretended to be pregnant. Abriel didn't know though, she though Lucius would leave his wife so he could be with her instead." Malfoy shook his head, "he did no such thing. Instead, because she was a Veela leader who opposed Voldemort, he refused to acknowledge her. She was killed in a fight and Lucius had me taken immediately. He pledged me to Voldemort's service then, just to defy her spirit, Abriel had sworn to do everything she could to stop the Dark Lord from having me. Father just wanted to see her fail."

Harry could feel the deep sorrow in his words. "I didn't know until June, Narcissa finally told me. Lucius decided to show me off to the world, he likes having a trophy to take with him wherever he goes," a sparkle appeared in Draco's eye, a tear. "that's what I've been this whole summer. Now I'm trying to redeem myself but…I can't, this prophecy seems to be condemning me to die before I can honor my mother."

Malfoy shook his head and breathed, when he looked back at Harry the tear was gone. "How can I trust you so much to say all this so soon?"

"I'm not sure, but I know I won't betray you," Harry lent forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "I feel like, when I'm near you, everything is at peace. I feel, when I'm kissing you, like nothing could make the world more perfect. I don't know why that is, but I hope you don't mind that I love it."

Malfoy smiled a little. "I love it too. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I think that's what a Mate feels."

Harry felt a coldness grasp him, "what?"

"Mates, like Soul Mates."

Harry was silent, "I don't know how I feel about that."

"I don't either," Draco shook his head. He loved kissing Harry and he loved the here and now, but in an every day situation would he still feel the love, the attraction, the adoration?

Harry rolled over how he actually felt about him. They hadn't been civil long enough to decide if he liked the blonde as a person, loved his kisses yes, loved his emotions yes, loved his look yes. But liked him just, to be around?

I hope I do.