Angels and Dragons, Chapter Seven: "Seasons May Come,..."

Summary: Harry and Draco have now established a relationship, sort of, and now they have to deal with living together. With none of their classmates around. What's gonna happen? Read on to find out!

Rating: R

Legal Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, and never will, so please do not sue me. I do, however, own this story, so there will be no copying!

Okay, enough with the formalities! Hello to my faithful fans! It is I, Ryo-sama, bringing you the next installment of my story. An explanation is needed: Regarding the minor detail about Ron and Harry being mad at each other in chapter 5, and then being friends again in 6, I became lazy when I started writing this story, by hand, last year before summer vacation and forgot to add that. I felt that it was not crucial enough to the story and therefore did not write it. For those of you that were a little confused by this, I do apologize. Thank you to all of you who have stayed with me, and to my new reviewers, a warm welcome to you! I promise I'm not as flighty as I seem. Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 7: "Seasons May Come, Seasons May Go, But My Feelings Will Never Change"

"Oh, that is so sweet!"

"Oh, gag me." Smack! "Ow, what gives, 'Mione?"

"Behave, Ron. I think it's sweet that Harry and Draco get to live in the same area without causing a big scene."

"Um, no offense, but don't you think it will cause a scene? I mean, think about it. Harry and Draco moving into a tower that's never used? That in itself will draw attention."

"Ron, stop being such a downer. Harry and I will be able to handle anything that comes our way, won't we Harry?"

"Yes, we will. Quit worrying so much, Ron."

"I'm not worrying, I'm just stating the obvious. Is there something wrong with that?"

"No, but you do need to calm down. Nobody's going to attack us, and if they do, I have the perfect way to get even with them," said Harry with a kind of evil grin on his face.

"Really? What?" asked Draco, raising an eyebrow.

"I have a whole bunch of pranks and jokes that I can pull on people. All I need is to get Fred and George to make a couple of things and I'm all set."

"Harry, you're insane. But I guess that's why you're our friend," said Ron.

"Thanks, I think," said Harry, rolling his eyes.

"Harry, I'm being serious."

"Okay, okay. I believe you."

"Come on, Harry. Let's get out of here," said Draco, smiling and raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, please," said Ron, rolling his eyes. Harry hit him with his notebook. Then he rose up off the ground and held out his hand to help his boyfriend up off the ground. They had been enjoying the outdoors because they had finished their classes for the day. They had their bags with them to do their homework, but they hadn't done much.

"We'll see you tomorrow morning at breakfast,' said Harry. He caught Draco's hand in his and they walked to the Tower, which was in the same area as the Gryffindor Tower. When they reached the top of the stairs where the entrance to the Tower was, they both stood there, staring at the portrait covering the entrance. They slowly turned to face each other.

"Do you remember what the password is?" they asked at the same time. They both laughed.

"I guess we're both absent-minded," said Harry, chuckling to himself.

"I guess so," said Draco with a sheepish grin.

"Come on, I don't have all day, you know," said the redhead in the picture. Harry looked at the portrait, then his eyes lit up.

"Oh, I remember! Celtic Knot," said Harry. The portrait swung open, revealing a Common Room similar to the one in Gryffindor Tower. (A/N: Their stuff has been brought to the Tower already, and they each have their own room. Carry on!)

"So, Harry. What do you want to do?" asked Draco, with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm beat. I was thinking of taking a shower and then going to bed. Why?" Harry asked, pretending to be confused. Draco put on a hurt expression.

"Is there something wrong, Harry?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing," mumbled Draco as he walked up the stairs to where his room was. (A/N: Yes, they know where their rooms are. Carry on!)

"Hmm. Damn!" Harry hurried after Draco. He found Draco sitting on his bed with tears running down his face. 'Damn, now look at what I've done,' thought Harry. (A/N: Enter a very hormonal Draco Malfoy! Carry on!)

"Draco, love. Please, look at me." At the sound of his boyfriend's voice, Draco lifted his head. "Oh God, baby. I'm so sorry. I was only teasing. I know that it was mean, but please forgive me. Please," pleaded Harry. Draco shrugged off the hand that Harry had gently placed on his shoulder.

"Leave me alone, Harry."

"Draco, don't do this. You're acting like an idiot and a girl, and it doesn't suit you," growled Harry. (A/N: Wrong thing to say!) At that comment, Draco slapped Harry. Harry stepped back, stunned.

"Get out of my room!" shouted Draco, emphasizing every word.

"Fine, I'll leave." With that, Harry turned around and walked to his room to get what he'd need to take a shower. Harry then went into the bathroom and closed the door. He turned the water on and adjusted the temperature. He put his dirty clothes in the basket and stepped under the water, letting it wash over him. The water felt good, and it cooled both him and his temper down.

"Harry?" came a timid voice that sounded so unlike Draco and yet so much like him. Even though his cheek still stung, Harry knew that he couldn't stay mad at his boyfriend for long.

"What is it, Draco?"

"I'm sorry for what I said. Please, forgive me."

"I don't know, Draco. That hurt, and in more ways than one."

"I know, and I am so sorry. Will you at least show me that you're looking at me?"

"Draco, I'm in the shower. What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know, Harry. God, this is so confusing! I wish I could go back and change what I did. If I could, I would, Harry. Please forgive me! Please!" begged Draco, his voice cracking. Harry slid the door open a little ways to see Draco with tears rolling down his face. At the sight of it, Harry's heart was wrenched out.

"Well, Draco, I would come out, but I'm kind of unable to at the moment." Draco laughed.

"Oh, come on Harry. I've seen you naked before. It's nothing new to me."

"Still, it's embarrassing." Draco closed the distance between them and pulled Harry out of the shower. Harry gasped, but then wrapped his arms around Draco's neck.

"You can join me if you want to," whispered Harry, stepping back into the shower. Harry smiled when he felt Draco's arms wind around his waist.

"I love you, Harry. You already knew that though, didn't you?"

"Yes, but I just like hearing you say it," said Harry, smiling. Draco just smiled and nuzzled Harry's neck.

"I could really get used to this. If somebody had told me last year that I would end up being Draco Malfoy's lover, I would have told that person that they were crazy." Draco threw his head back and laughed.

"I guess you're right, but that is pretty funny. I would have probably told that person the same thing, though. Even though I started to like you last year, I still would have thought it very unlikely that we'd be together. Especially since you'd lost the only person who could've been considered your family."

"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Harry curiously.

"Well, I would've thought that a boyfriend would be the last thing that you needed. What I mean is that changing sexual preferences while you're grieving isn't always the best thing to do. I am glad, though, that you gave me a chance this year."

"Thanks, Draco. Even though that isn't the best way to word it, I do understand what you're trying to say, and it means a lot to me that you would care so much about my feelings."

"You are welcome, my green-eyed beauty," Draco whispered. He gave Harry a protective squeeze and rested his head in its previous position.

"Come on, Draco. We need to get out."

"Aw, but I don't wanna," whined Draco. Harry tried to untangle himself from Draco's very tight embrace. After a slight struggle, Harry finally won. Harry had brought his pj bottoms only because he didn't feel like wearing a shirt. He noticed that Draco hadn't brought any clothes, which caused Harry to smile.

"Draco, you do realize that you forgot to bring your pajamas, right? Judging by the look on your face," said Harry, laughing, "I'll take that as a no." Draco threw a washcloth at Harry, who was too busy laughing to dodge it, so he got hit in the face.

"Well, don't just stand there laughing! Go get 'em for me. You know where I keep 'em."

"Oh, come on, Draco. I've never known you to be modest. Why start now?" said Harry, still laughing. Draco growled.

"Harry," he said threateningly.

"Okay, okay. Hold your horses, love," Harry said, smiling. He left the room and returned momentarily with boxers and pajama bottoms.

"Thank you, love," said Draco.

"Don't mention it. I still don't see why you'd mind, though. I've seen you naked. It's nothing new to me. Besides, nobody else is going to see besides me," Harry added. Draco smacked him playfully on the butt with his towel. Harry laughed.

"Keep going, buddy, and you'll find out what it feels like to be in the doghouse." Harry pretended to pout.

"Aw, you're no fun at all, Draco. You're still beautiful to me, no matter whether you're dressed or not." Draco stood in front of Harry for a minute, then grabbed hold of him and pulled Harry into a passionate kiss. Harry moaned as Draco pulled him even closer. Without breaking the kiss, they somehow managed to make it to Draco's bed without falling over something. Draco shoved Harry onto the bed and pinned him down.

"So, do you want to be on top this time, my green-eyed beauty?" asked Draco, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Harry contemplated answering, but instead flipped Draco on his back and kissed him feverishly. Draco smiled.

"Answer your question, love?"

"Yes. My Harry," whispered Draco.

"My Draco," whispered Harry, staring into the silver-blue eyes of his lover.

"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" asked Draco.

"Not recently, but I'll let it slip," replied Harry, smiling. Draco took the opportunity to place a kiss on a very sensitive spot on Harry's neck. Harry moaned, reeling from the attention. Then he started leaving little kisses on Draco's neck, stopping every once in a while to mark a sensitive spot. As he continued slowly down Draco's neck, Draco slid his hands down the tan, lithe figure of his boyfriend. They stayed in this position, each exploring the other, without once thinking of the danger they might soon be in.

Yes, I know. I left you hanging, but sometimes it works better that way. Like I mentioned before, I wrote this a while back on paper, and as I type each chapter, I look for mistakes or better ways to word little things. Please tell me what you think, and remember: if you flame me, I will be forced to take drastic measures. Carry on!