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Harry groaned sleepily as he turned onto his stomach and pulled a pillow over his head. He hated waking up so early, but there was really no way around it, since he couldn't attend breakfast without being insulted or assaulted in some way. Hesitantly he pulled back the covers, and without sticking around to dress himself properly, he tiptoed to the door and sprinted out.

The air in the corridors was much colder than that of his room, Harry noted to himself as he shivered slightly, jogging down a flight of stairs. It was nearly two hours before the normal breakfast meal was to take place, but Dobby never minded fixing up a small breakfast for his beloved friend. The house elf was still hopelessly devoted to Harry as if Harry owned him, even after all these years. Harry rounded the corner and pushed open a heavy door, greeted by the sight of hard working house elves scurrying round the kitchen, cleaning and fixing up what seemed to be a rather large breakfast.

"Dobby," Harry nodded politely at the tiny creature who simply beamed at him, radiating joy.

"Master Potter! Dobby was expecting you, sir, your breakfast has been prepared!" Dobby pointed excitedly at the plate full of bacon and eggs, lightly buttered toast and a tall glass of pumpkin juice off to the side. Harry smiled warmly and thanked Dobby. He walked up to the counter that the food was on, and began eating quickly; wanting to make sure he wouldn't run into anybody. 'Also I want to have time to see Draco,' Harry smiled to himself, after taking notice of how delicious the food was this morning.

"Master Potter likes it!" Dobby beamed up at him, and took the plate as soon as Harry finished.

"Thank you, Dobby, it was good."

"Harry Potter leaving so soon?"

"Well, yes, I -,"

"Oh…" Dobby hung his head and turned his back to Harry, making him feel awkward and slightly guilty. Harry left anyways, knowing if he stayed a bit longer he wouldn't have time to see Draco and get dressed. Harry strolled lazily around the corner and up a flight of stairs, heading towards his room which happened to be on the seventh floor. He had at first hoped that his room would be on one of the lower floors so he wouldn't have to descend the many levels, but he grew to enjoy the fact his room was quite secluded. When he reached the final level, he turned to start down the dark corridor to his room, but a sort of muffled sound stopped him. Harry looked around wildly, feeling strangely nervous because of the darkness and sudden extreme stillness and silence. He couldn't tell where the sound came from, so with a few more looks around he cautiously began walking again, making sure his foot falls didn't cause too much sound.

"Good morning, Harry Potter. Lovely morning, izn't it? Yes quite, quite…Zis is 'ow the weather should be all ze time, but sadly, it izn't so…" The portrait droned on, startling Harry for a moment because this was the first time she actually spoke. Her green eyes burned into him, watching every single move, as she flicked her red locks over her shoulder. He looked at her closely, noticing she looked a bit like his mother, but he shrugged, and to shut her up he mumbled the password.

Once inside, Harry didn't waste any time; he flung off his clothes as he made his way to the bathroom door. Inside the bathroom, he concentrated deeply for a moment, and the wicks of candles caught fire, gleaming brightly. Water already filled the bathtub, steam rising off the surface, beckoning Harry to rest inside their depths. He did so eagerly, and bit his lip as his feet entered the hot water. As he lay down and his skin got used to the temperate, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, dozing off.

"Kiss me," He murmured in Harry Potter's ear, stroking away the strands of hair that fell in front of those vivid green eyes. Harry blinked slowly and raised his chin, scooting in closer and keeping his hands on the other boy's thighs as he pressed their lips together. They lingered there for a moment, neither deepening the kiss nor ending it. Heat radiated off their bodies. Harry smiled slightly into their embrace, and after another moment he pulled back and rested his forehead on the Slytherin's shoulder, and wrapped his arms around the slender waist. Slowly the Slytherin pushed Harry on to his back and crawled on top, straddling Harry's hips. Both grinned at each other and Harry tugged the other man closer by the collar of his black and green robes, smashing their lips together forcefully.

"Mmmm…" Harry heard him purring as they grinded their hips together and their tongues forced their way into the other mouth. Harry decided his lover tasted of champagne mainly; cigarettes could also be detected, though. The taste was alluring and just made Harry feel even more full of lust and want.

Harry felt his robes being pushed back and his shirt being tugged off, so he undressed the other as well, hastily. Neither could stand the tension, they had to have each other at that very moment. Before he even had time to notice how all his clothes came to rest on the floor, Harry braced himself as his lover positioned himself over Harry, breathing heavily. The Gryffindor closed his eyes and whispered his lover's name.

"Draco…" Suddenly the other body tensed up, and Harry opened his eyes and looked up in question, only to find it was not his fellow sixth year, but a certain Slytherin Head Of House.

Harry's eyes shot open, and he panted heavily while looking around. He was still in the bathtub, the water now luke-warm and with a sigh he realized it was just a dream. Why he had been dreaming of the Potions Master, he had no idea, but he put the fact of that aside and crawled out of the marble tub to dry off his tan body.

"Mr. Potter, good morning," Madam Pomfrey nodded politely as she wondered to herself why Harry felt the need to visit Draco Malfoy twice in less than 24 hours. She shrugged to herself as Harry glided past her, and she did not take note of his sudden halt. Harry pressed himself against the wall after almost turning the corner to the main infirmary area after hearing a quiet, hostile female voice.

"Draco, this is your last chance." Pansy said through gritted teeth, and Harry guessed Draco probably just sneered up at her.

"You know my answer, Pansy. I'm tired of running around with a little slut and a want-to-be death eater, I'm sick of you two." Harry heard a loud slapping noise and an almost ringing, guessing Pansy hit Draco across the face, and he felt the anger boiling. He knew to stay back though, and in the shadows, so Pansy and Draco wouldn't notice.

"You know, it's a goddamn shame you didn't die," Pansy snarled viciously.

"With that kind of tone and statement, I'd be surprised if it wasn't you who tried to kill me." Pansy said nothing back, but ran out of the room with flushed cheeks and an angry facial expression. Deciding a moment or two was enough time to wait, Harry stepped out from the shadows and went into the open. Draco was half sitting up in his bed, pale as ever except for a red splotch on his cheek, which Harry figured was the female Slytherin's handprint.

"Draco," Harry looked into his eyes and cringed when Draco averted his gaze and his expression hardened.

"What do you want?"

"I wanted to see how you were doing…"

"Oh, perfectly fine, considering I was almost murdered, my head hurts like hell, there is poison in my bloodstream, and I have been completely abandoned." Draco drawled, making Harry feel slightly guilty.

"You still have me," He offered a weak smile. Draco scoffed.

" Ha, oh, such a lovely reward for everything I've been put through. Quite worth it, I must say."

"Draco, don't act like this."

"I can act any damn way I please, Potter. Especially with you…You only coming to see me to act like you care. I know you don't, so you might as well turn around and be on your merry way." Harry stepped forward and reached out his hand to touch Draco's cheek, but the wounded boy slapped it away.

"Don't touch me!" Draco tried to snarl, and inwardly scowled at himself when his voice cracked slightly. Draco was on the verge of tears, but he didn't let them fall for fear of looking weak in Harry's presence. Harry ignored his words and moved closer, bringing himself down on the bed and resting his hand over Draco's.

"I said… don't… touch me," Draco whispered, keeping his gaze in his lap, knowing he'd soon give in and cry. He had a feeling Harry knew that, too.

"I don't care what you say, Draco, I want to be here with you… right here." Harry offered a small smile as tears began to roll off of Draco's cheeks, and he finally looked up. They stared at one another silently, neither moving nor stirring at all. They heard a shuffling of feet behind them, guessing it was Madam Pomfrey, but they didn't break the eye contact.

"Harry, please, just please leave…" Draco pleaded.

"No." Without warning Harry leaned forward and pressed their mouths together softly, stunning Draco. It was the second time they ever kissed and it was no less spectacular than the first. Blushes crept into Harry's and Draco's cheeks as their tongues found their way to the other, as if magnetically pulled. Neither could stop kissing, not even after hearing the sound of metal (possibly a tray) crashing to the floor somewhere behind them. Draco tugged Harry closer, and Harry obliged. With his pale arms around the taller boy's waist he brought him down, pressing their bodies together, but reluctantly Harry pulled back. He glanced over his shoulder and saw only a flurry of brown hair and robes scurrying away.

"Maybe it isn't such a good idea to be snogging right now," Harry gave a lopsided grin and pecked Draco on the cheek. For a moment they looked at each other, and they both knew even though it went unsaid, they were taking the next step and making things official. Even with all the drama going on around both boys, they knew it was right, and even though difficult and almost unbearable times were most likely to follow, neither wanted to take the easy way out.

"I'm glad you came to see me."

"Yes… well Draco, I do have classes to attend to still, sadly. I think I should probably be on my way about now." Harry caressed Draco's cheek and gazed lovingly. Draco smirked slightly at the obvious show of affection and tenderness, but at the same time he enjoyed it slightly. He was not used to such attention, so it was a nice change, he decided.

"I understand. Snape isn't exactly the happiest Professor ever when one is late for the first class of the day." Draco offered a weak smile and leaned back, resting his head on the pillow.

"Come see me later, Harry."

"I will, love. Sleep well." Harry leaned in and gave Draco a small kiss, but then thought for a moment.

"Wait, I almost forgot to ask you…"

"Yes?"

"Do you remember anything that happened? Anything at all?" Harry questioned, and Draco smiled sadly.

"No, I do not. Maybe muffled voices, pain throughout my body… but nothing that could help us." Harry frowned, and jumped slightly as he heard Madam Pomfrey's voice.

"Mr. Potter! You have been here quite the while, and I am afraid you will have to leave. Mr. Malfoy needs his rest, it is vital for his recovery." Just as she spoke, the door swung open and there stood Severus Snape, lean and tired looking as ever.

"Poppy, I hope you do not mind, but -,"

"I do mind, as a matter of fact! Mr. Malfoy needs his sleep…" She trailed off as Severus glared sternly.

"I wish to speak to the boy…" He then turned his gaze to Harry. "Alone."

"I am sorry, Severus, but I wish to have Harry stay with me… If you don't mind...?" Draco raised an eyebrow and Snape shook his head.

"It is perfectly fine, as long as that insolent boy keeps his mouth shut."

"If you hoped to pry information from me, I am sorry to say I have none to give. I do not remember anything more than it being dark out, and being alone." Draco looked over at Harry as he spoke.

"Love," Harry started and felt satisfied by the disgusted look on the Potions Master's face, "didn't you say you heard muffled voices?" Snape rolled his eyes.

"Yes, that is quite informative and important, because were skeptical wizards attacked him." Harry glared at Snape for his sarcastic remark, yet did not reply. Draco's eyes flickered between the two, and she shook his head in dismay.

"Please learn to get along, because if you don't, I have a feeling you two would be the death of me before that poison." The two males standing up simply looked at Draco.