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Chapter five:

Just the beginning

You're so beautiful…can I kiss you, Dragon?

Draco's scintillating eyes where all the answer he needed.

Harry closed the distance between them, and slowly lowered his own lips onto Draco's own. Neither moved for a short moment, until the blond tangled his pale fingers in that inky black hair, pulling Harry's lips closer, deepening the kiss. Harry pulled Draco hard against his body as the warmth of there mouths battled tenderly, tanned arms gripping the lithely waist. It was nothing much: just lips touching lips.

In a light movement, Draco pulled away, dropping his hands to his side and just gazed in bright green orbs, unsure if this was truly real- and oh how real it was. Harry was reaching for his face again, silently asking for permission, and granted that permission Draco did as there mouths met again for a second time.

They draw apart for a moment, finally aware that the storm had dried, but it did not matter. Harry's heart was beating at an alarming rate, never in all his life had anything felt so right- so perfect.

"Tell me this is real," Draco whispered

"I'll show you," was the simple reply as Harry cradled the Slytherin's face between his hands, fondling the swollen lips with his thumbs. He leaned in and captured Draco's lips with his own, the desire of their need for each other plainly obvious. Tongue met tongue as Draco held tightly onto the Gryffindor's shoulders, towing their mouths closer. When the need for air became unfeasible to avoid, both boys broke away, but still Harry never let go of that angelic face.

Silver orbs where lost in lust filled emeralds, as they stood there so close, breathing heavily. Draco broke the soul-searching gaze as Harry put his arms on his back, leaning his head against the teens shoulder as the blond whispered softy, "So long, so long I've waited for this."

"Is it worth it, after all these years of waiting?" Harry asked as his fingers began swirling meaningless circles on the Slytherin's back.

"I would have waited forever, and it's more than worth it… I never thought you would ever want me, as more then a friend," Draco stated, his mouth moving closer to Harry's neck as he began to suck gently on the chilled flesh.

The Gryffindor moaned at the sensation of Draco's lips latching hungrily onto his neck, what was left of the warmth in his body was moving south and Harry did not want to have a full-fledged snog session right in the middle of the Quidditch filed. Then again, no one would see them, but still the storm and the October weather had left the air rather frosty.

"Oh Gods Draco…stop, we should go inside," Harry said.

Smirking against the puncture skin, Draco just moved away from Harry's embrace, and took his hand as they walked back to the castle.

"Harry we really need to stop missing classes," Draco commented as he fell back onto the crimson and gold couch in the Gryffindor common room.

Harry crawled on top of him, surprised at how comfortable he felt with Draco. He looked down at the blonds pale face; it was flushed slightly from the out side air and his lips still looked puffy from their recent activities. His hands where planted firmly on either side of the Slytherin's head as the rest of his body relaxed on the one below him. It was a wonderful feeling, he could stay like this all day, just watching Draco and laying lazily on top of him.

"I know, but I would much rather stay like this," Harry replied, his voice husky and filled with desire.

"Oh, I'm sure," the blond drawled as he brought the Gryffindor's lips down to his, teasing them with his tongue, seeking entrance.

Harry complied without a thought, as their tongues twisted and taunted the other. Harry put all his weight on Draco as his fingers slid into ashen locks, the blond's own hands cupping his arse-causing Harry to moan.

"Call me Dragon again…" Draco mumbled against the Gryffindor's moist lips.

"Dragon…so…perfected…like…this…with…you," Harry said between kisses.

The blond smiled dreamily at the words; yes, he thought, it was perfect being like this. He shifted under Harry. Their hardening members twitching with need, but Draco didn't want that, just yet. Harry rolled beside the Slytherin as best as he could, despite the confined space of the couch, and intimately intertwined their legs as fingers played with strands of hair.

"Harry, um I know Hermione told you about Ron. I don't want you to have to choose between us, so we can just keep our relationship secret if you like," Draco said rather earnestly.

The Gryffindor took the time to study his new boyfriend (?) for a moment, watching those ever brilliantly glowing silver eyes turn vulnerable and insecure. His face seemed so innocent when worried, the way his lips slightly thinned and his cheeks turning just the lightest shade of pink. He couldn't help but kiss Draco again. He was addicted.

"No," Harry stated simply, "I want him to know, I want everyone to know. I want to be able to walk you to class holding your hand, or kiss you at any random moment, or curl up close to you on this very couch in front of the whole lot of Gryffindor's, all that and more. Ron is going to have to understand that what I have with you now and what I have with him are two completely different things… and if he is a true friend, which I know he is, then he'll come around… I hope," Harry finished, albeit his confidence in Ron was quickly drowning knowing how stubborn the red-head was, and not only was his friend going to have to deal with him dating Draco Malfoy, he was going to have to deal with Harry being gay.

The blond kissed Harry again, just a short, tender touch of lips that said more then any words really could. "So when do you want to make… us, known to everybody?" he asked, rubbing his thumb along the Gryffindor's lip.

"How about supper, this evening, I'll snog you right on the bench at Gryffindor table," Harry teased as he grabbed the blond's hand to stop his thumb. Looking down at those pastel fingers, Harry was reminded of vanilla cream and abruptly wondered if they would have a similar taste. Seductively, the Seeker put two of those fragile fingers in his mouth, sucking gently and hungrily devoured their rich flavor.

If Draco thought he was hard before, then that had surely been an understatement. Just the sight of those crimson lips coiling and sucking on HIS fingers was enough to bloody well make him come, right there, right then. Not to mention the sensation of ones own flesh being engulfed like a lollypop.

"Supper…sounds…oh Gods…fabulous," Draco tried to answer, but this was just too mesmerizing, whoever thought that he would be turned on by someone, no not someone-Harry, sucking on his fingers.

Emptying his mouth, Harry quickly unraveled himself from his boyfriend, stood and pulled Draco up into a standing position. "Come on, let's go to my dorm. I would rather not have to deal with anyone walking in on us in our state," was all Harry said as he began drawing the Slytherin toward his dorm and out of the Gryffindor common room.

Once in the dorm, the outer ware of their school robes and the Gryffindor's glasses where shed as they tumbled onto Harry's bed in a messy heap, the Slytherin on top. Draco fumbled with the Gryffindor's undershirt, his agile fingers shaking with adrenalin. Shirts finally discarded, their chests where pressed firmly together now, Harry could feel Draco's heartbeat racing, just as his own was. The blond pushed down on the Gryffindor's hardness, they both shivered at the sensation. Harry bucked his hips upward producing a groan from them both.

Harry moved his hands away from the blonds' neck, trailing them down past his back, right onto firm curve of his arse, egging Draco down harder. Both where panting in heavy mounds as there bodies ground into the other, the Slytherin's hands where tangled roughly in inky black hair, his mouth doing wicked things to the side of Harry's neck.

"So good…so…close," Draco grunted as hips bucked, their erections pressing against restrictive pants, the friction between them achingly magnificent.

"Me…too," Harry replied just as there movements became harder and faster with each thrust.

Draco was the first to shout out as spurts of his own come plastered itself onto his boxers; Harry's following suite seconds later. The blond collapsed onto the Gryffindor's naked torso, they lay still for a long moment, breathing hard. Both where still seeing stars from their own climax when Draco rolled over beside Harry, lacing his fingers tiredly with tanned ones.

Harry pulled the blond toward him, their sweat sucked bodies lazing closely together, face to face. He pulled a few stands of ashen locks behind a pink ear, gazing dreamily into pools of silver, "That was…wonderful," Harry stated smugly.

"You're wonderful," Draco whispered as he knotted his legs with Harry's, resting his head underneath the Gryffindor's chin.

Silently grabbing his wand, Harry muttered a cleaning spell. He completely forgot to charm his curtains as they both drifted off to sleep.

"MALFOY?"

It had been a rather long time since Draco had woken up on the receiving end of a wand and to be perfectly honest, it was indeed a frightening situation to be in- especially when you, yourself are unarmed.

"What the bloody hell do you think your doing!" a very red faced Ronald Weasley hissed furiously.

Taking in his surroundings it wasn't until this moment that he realized why, in fact, he was about to be hexed into the next millennium, by Weasley. He was in Harry's bed, half naked, wrapped quite intimately in said boy's arms. Apparently they would be coming-out before this evening's meal.

"I'm in bed with my boyfriend," Draco sneered, his face slipping into the Malfoy mask despite the fact that he was scared shitless because he had never seen Weasley look so angry in all the years that he had been acquainted with him.

"You're WHAT!" Ron questioned through gritted teeth, his hands where begging to shake manically and the Slytherin could see the words of a very nasty curse on the tip of the red-head's tongue.

"I said- I. Am. In. Bed. With. My. Boyfriend."

Ron's knuckles where pure white from the death grip on his wand, his face looked to be possessed by the very demons of hell and-

"Ron?" Harry squeaked bolting up right from his laying down position, he felt his face drain of color.

There was silence for a moment in which Draco was looking at the end of Ron's wand. Said Weasley was glaring so hard at the Slytherin it was a miracle that the teen didn't turn to stone, and Harry, well he finally realized that his best friend was about to, literally, kill his boyfriend.

Moving into protective Gryffindor stance, Harry placed his body over Draco's so that there was a wand pointing at his head instead of Draco's. "Ron, put your wand down… don't do something you'll end up regretting."

The redhead appeared to be in a state of shock and contemplation, for he kept moving his wand back and forth, from Harry to Draco. He didn't even flinch or acknowledge when Hermione came rushing in, apparently she had heard the yelling.

"Ronald!" she gasped, planting her hand firmly over her mouth.

Harry had never seen his friend looked so enraged. He was almost certain that at one point he could see steam rising from Ron's ears.

"Ron, what on earth do you think your doing?" Hermione whispered, moving closer to her boyfriend.

Finally, the speech. "You disgrace MY family, you prance around thinking you own the world, then you go and steal MY best friend, then you go and make MY girlfriend brainwashed into thinking you're not all that bad, then what do you do? You turn MY best friend into a poof and now not only have you taken him as MY friend but now you want MORE! I'll bloody well ripe you open with my bare hands, MALFOY!" and with that Ron Weasley dived onto Harry's bed; only to be nose to nose with not only the tip of Harry's wand, but his electric temper.

"If you do so much as touch him, I'll hex you out of Gryffindor tower. And I don't want to have to do that, but believe me Ron, I will," Harry hissed, standing up and gracefully still holding his wand to his friends head.

"So you choose him them? I guess our friendship does mean that little to you."

Harry was more then frightfully angry, he was at the point of just resorting to muggle means of fighting- either way he would win. He griped his wand and bore his flaming emerald eyes dead center into Ron's.

"One, I have never been interested in women. Two, you're delusional because Draco has never stolen anything from you, in fact I'd say he has sacrificed for you. I'm not going to get into details Ron, but think about this. While you stand here fuming mad, over something that is obviously brought on by pure selfishness, did you once think about how I felt? How happy it makes me to be with Draco? Did you ever think about why I never told you I was gay? Did you ever think about how at first, it made me feel when you and Hermione started dating? No, I don't think you ever did, and you have the nerve to tell me this friendship means nothing to me? When Ron, pray tell have I ever shown you that you, my best friend, mean nothing to me? Perhaps it is you who thinks little of our friendship."

It was a strange feeling for Harry, fighting for Draco Malfoy instead of against him. He wondered briefly if this is how Ron would react there, it wasn't something he was ready to think about. His thoughts where suddenly interrupted when his so called best mate shoved him hard out of the way and stormed out of the dorm, he actually fell back wards onto the bed.

Before either he or Draco could say anything Hermione turned to look at them both, for her gaze had followed Ron's out the door.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to him," she stated, giving them a weak smile before she left the dorm too, closing the door behind her.

Harry stared at the door for a long, silent moment. He crawled back onto the bed and pulled Draco close to him, relishing in the naked contact. "Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry…" the blond mumbled against Harry's tanned chest.

"You have nothing to apologize for, I want this- I want to be with you," Harry whispered, pulling Draco's face up to his own and delicately planting a kiss on those pale lips.

Draco let out a good laugh, snuggled closer to his Gryffindor and whispered "my hero." There was no reply, just Harry's eye reaching smile.

Harry and Draco decided to be late for supper, though Draco assured him over and over again that here, most of the students wouldn't really care one way or another, but still, for Harry it was rather frightening.

He gawked at the Hall doors; he was having trouble believing Draco that everything would be fine. Surly the Gryffindor's would never accept him again, and he didn't even want to think about what Slytherin's would try and do to them both, more so Draco than himself.

"Stop worrying, honestly the only people who will care will be those who want us for themselves and then Ron," Draco said nonchalantly. He gave his boyfriend a quick peck on the lips before opening the large oak doors separating them from the rest of the student body.

A wave of loud chatter swept over them, and Harry felt that had Draco not been holding onto his hand he would have, for sure, blown backwards. They walked silently toward the Gryffindor table, only a few of their peers scowled, eyes fixed enviously or disgustedly onto their joint hands. Harry made a point of sitting down beside Hermione, and Draco at his side. Ron was sitting across from them, obviously trying to avoid their presence, as he said nothing.

"Hello!" Hermione said brightly.

The four, or rather three friends ate in highly uncomfortable silence. Ron was stabbing his food viciously. Hermione was trying desperately not to glare at the redhead while Harry and Draco continued to hold hands under the table and pick at their food.

"I've finished the book and have the last of it translated into more understandable English. There is much to discuss," the bush haired witch stated, now eyeing her friends rather carefully. She had meant to break the silence, however it only increased the tension.

Draco dropped his fork. Harry stopped eating. Ron was pretending not to listen- that he failed at.

"Does Harry have to go back…back there?" the Slytherin asked, he was holding onto his boyfriend's hand almost enough to break it. Harry said nothing, Hermione's answer was quite clear as all she could do was look down sadly at the food she no longer wanted to consume.

Two Gryffindor's and a Slytherin stared at her in a mixture of emotions, Harry sighed heavily and rested his head on the blonds shoulder. I don't want to go back to Hell, Harry thought.

Draco cupped tanned cheeks in his hands and pulled Harry's face up to his own so that there foreheads where pressed together, lips ghosting over each other ever so lightly. Looking deep into poignant, green eyes, "Don't worry, we'll find a way, you won't have to go back," he stated knowingly, as if reading Harry's mind.

Not giving a flying fuck who was watching, Harry closed the distance between their mouths and kissed Draco hard, allowing all their emotions to escape in that one, short moment.

It didn't last long before they where interrupted.

"Gods, get out of my face if you're going to do that shit around me. I don't want to see it and I don't want to see either of you," Ron hissed as he threw his utensils down onto the table.

Harry's glare was enough to send Voldemort to his knees, the raven-haired boy stood slowly, looked down at Draco and said through gritted teeth, "Come on, lets go sit at your table." Draco didn't argue and allowed himself to be pulled up by his boyfriend.

"We'll meet you in the library later Hermione," Draco said as both boys wondered down to the other end of the Hall, down to the Slytherin's table.

Harry sighed as he and Draco made their way over to Hermione, who was curled up at the back of the library writing almost viciously on a large role of parchment. She was alone.

"Didn't finish you homework, hmm?" Draco chided, his ever-malicious smirk gracing those pale lips.

"Of course I finished my homework you git, this is just a list of more books I will be needing to read over the next – while," she stated, finally looking up as the two boys seated themselves.

"No Ron," Harry said glumly, stating the obvious as usual.

"I'm sorry Harry, he's just a little confused and upset at the moment, he'll come around. I know he will; he always does."

The Gryffindor just nodded grimly, thankful for Draco's support as his pale hand slipped comfortably into his own. Harry was suddenly very afraid of what was about to come next: the leaving part, the part where there would be no more Draco and no more close friendship with Hermione- and even Ron. No more of this. He gripped the blond's hand tighter as Hermione began.

"Where you like me to start, with the basic information or the bad news?" the busy haired girl asked.

"Information," Harry and Draco said in unison, making them both give the other a light smile. Gods do I love it when he smiles like that, Harry mused.

"Well as I said before, the mirror was hand crafted by a witch named Madge; there isn't much known about her, but from what I can see she was very powerful. She had a horrible life apparently, but through it all she was still a wonderful, loving person- and because of this, the mirror was able to work.

"However, on her first attempt at using the mirror, she realized after she came back that while she had only been gone two days, weeks had already passed. So she called upon the Gods because no wizard or witch, yet, is powerful enough to simply stop or rather pause time. Now because the object itself was highly powerful, the Gods intervened. The rest you know, they cursed it so that only the empty hearted could make it appear, but to generate the mirrors magic one must have a pure mind and a loving soul." Hermione paused for a moment allowing the new knowledge sink in.

Harry nodded for her to keep going.

"Anyway, she went back a second time Madge recorded her findings throughout the whole process. She wrote that she was living her same life, only on the other side of the mirror, albeit in more of perfection. Madge of course did remember that it was the mirror that brought her to the 'other side' but the book says other persons who have fallen prey to the mirror would not remember it; the magic is simply too strong. Now-"

"So your saying that I'm on the other side of that mirror, which is now broken," Harry interrupted.

"Yes, now don't interrupt, you can ask questions when I'm done. So Madge lived and noted her life on the other side of the mirror, until she was no longer empty inside and then she went back to her original life and found that the curse the Gods placed on the mirror not only affected people from finding the object, but paused time on the other side of the mirror."

"Okay, hold on and back up… what?" Harry asked, utterly confused, but still on the edge of his seat.

It was Draco who answered, "Harry, you know when you look into a mirror and you see yourself staring back, you see your reflection. Well you are on the reflection side of the mirror- only this mirror actually has two sides and while you continue to stay on this side of the mirror, time will literally be on hold, for you in your original life. So if you go back, you will still be two weeks into September, everything will be as you remember it."

"Exactly Draco. Now Harry, are you ready for the bad news?" Hermione asked, suddenly the air around them tightened, all Harry could do was nod.

"Alright then, it was exactly six month before Madge found herself back to her original life on the other side of the mirror. It is tradition for the mirror to always break. One day Madge felt a tug, much like the one you felt when you where in the Dungeons that night-she was able to resist it long enough to wake her lover, but the power was overwhelming and suddenly the mirror was in her hands and she was transported to her real life," Hermione said, hesitating.

"But how was the mirror able to fix itself?" Draco asked softly.

"Harry do you know how many pieces the mirror broke into that day in the Shrieking Shake?" the bushy haired which questioned, still looking at Draco as if telling him this would answer his question.

"Five I think, why?"

"Because how ever many pieces the mirror breaks into is how many months it will take for you to feel whole. Harry you have five months left on this side of the mirror starting the day the mirror broke, and then you will have no choice but to return. It has happened to every other witch and wizard. They all could not overcome its power; it is possessed by the Gods, it is invertible you will have to go back."

"No," Draco whispered as he slouched, defeated into his chair.

Harry however refused to believe this. There was no way in hell he would go back, not now, now that he had Draco.

"I'll find a way, I'll bloody well smash the mirror into oblivion if I have to, I-"

"Harry when I say the mirror is powered by the Gods it means that even if you dropped it off the highest building in London or hit it with the most powerful curse it would not break. And no matter if you are Harry Potter, Voldemort or Albus Dumbledore- you will have to go back, whether you want to or not," Hermione said harshly, though it was obviously out of sadness. Tears were already welling up in his eyes.

"What happened to Madge after she came back to the other side, what happened to the mirror?" Draco asked, for Harry was still too shocked to question anything.

The witch swallowed, looking down at the books she answered dryly "After she finished her book, she went to her lover and he denied her. The heartbreak was too much for her, and after engraving the poem on the back of the mirror she…she committed suicide. The mirror vanished and was claimed to be a myth."

That got Harry's attention, but he didn't look at Hermione he was looking at Draco with shinning emerald eyes that seemed so innocent, yet so utterly broken.

"To answer your question Draco, after each month passed the pieces of the mirror gradually go back together. When the last piece is in place, Harry will feel the tug."

"So when I go back, to the other side, where I came from, I will remember everything." It was not really a question, but Hermione answered it nonetheless.

"Yes, and we- the people on the other side will be the same as they always where."

No one said anything for a very long time. Harry was still gazing at Draco and the Slytherin was gazing right back. Hermione felt she was intruding and muttered something about going to talk to Ron and waved them good-bye.

"Do you want to spend the night in Slytherin dungeons?" Draco asked shyly, he looked paler then normal and his silver eyes held no brightness- he looked lost.

Harry nodded and they made there way in silence to the Slytherin common room. Draco was gripping the Gryffindor's hand like there was no tomorrow and Harry honestly didn't mind for he too was holing on for dear life.

Once in the Slytherin common room Draco pulled Harry to the ever-familiar Slytherin couch, it was laced in black leather cloth and while it did not hold the same comfort or homey feel as the Gryffindor couch, it was still rather relaxing.

The blond slithered up Harry's body, relishing in the warmth and new sensation. Harry pulled Draco's mouth to his own. He would never get enough of this feeling, how Draco's mouth molded perfectly into his own, how even the slightest touch of those pale, pink lips could make all unnecessary emotions flood out of his body leaving him in the stares. Then, of course, their lips would part and suddenly tongues would be battling and hands would be groping. After that, there was only desire and lust, and something else that Harry wasn't really sure he wanted to think about yet… but it was there.

"Mmm… Harry I don't want to stop, but I still have prefect rounds to do. Remember Pansy asked me to cover for her tonight."

The Gryffindor groaned in reply, and reluctantly pulled his hands free from Draco's body and let him get up. He sat up, rubbing his eyes looking utterly stressed.

"I'll be back in a few… don't worry about falling asleep," Draco said as he pecked Harry lightly on the lips before heading toward the exit/entrance of the common room.

Once his boyfriend left, Harry fell back onto leather surface of the couch as the roaring fire held his gaze. He allowed his mind to rest, drowning into the abyss of the flames. It was surprisingly calming, but then there was always that feeling that at any moment Sirius was going to pop up, which just seemed to add to the amount of anxiety and turmoil Harry was under.

For one thing, he was seriously confused: he, Harry Potter was sitting in the Slytherin dorms, and he was dating Draco Malfoy and falling hopelessly in- 'no Harry you aren't going to think about that, to soon, way to soon.' The Wizarding world seemed to be a happy place, it was like they had all completely forgotten Voldemort and his gang of Death Eaters where out and about; in fact, it was like there was no war going on at all.

The fire continued to crackle as shades of red, yellow and orange danced wickedly in the darkness. The stone walls of the dungeon where glittering violently with the glow of the flames, and it only put Harry into a deeper state of confusion.

Yes, he knew that he was on the other side of the mirror; yes, he knew things where different here, but still it was only a reflection of his life, only in some kind of twisted perfection. And while he was unsure about Voldemort and the war- he knew that they both had to exist, for if not- well then that would mean-

"No, no, Gods I'm not going to think about this. They are dead…it's impossible," Harry said angrily to him self.

"What's impossible Potter?" a familiar voice drawled, though it was definitely not Draco's.

Sitting up from his laying down position, he was suddenly shocked to see the outline of one Blaise Zabini arm draped possessively over Parkinson?

"Err…" was all Harry could think to say, though his thoughts did comment how everything was getting weirder and weirder as time went on.

"You where always one for intellectual words, but then again you are a Gryffindor. Well Pansy and I don't want to… interrupt your…conversation. Later Potter," Blaise sneered, but Harry could see it wasn't out of hatred… more amusement and he couldn't help but blush.

"Night Harry, Draco should be back fairly soon. Now that you're together don't go shagging all over that couch, I rather enjoy its comfort and would prefer not to have to worry about my robes being… dirtied," Pansy stated smugly as she flipped her hair with one hand and sauntered off to boy's dorms with the Slytherin boy at her heels.

For the third time, Harry fell backwards and watched the fire. He smiled momentary at both the fact that Draco's friends seemed to generally like him, and also that maybe, just maybe Slytherins weren't a pack of slimy, Death Eater wanna-be.

Then again, what did it matter; this was all just another wonderful portion of Harry Potter's life that would eventually be taken away and he was suddenly realizing that he had trouble stomaching this thought. He would be fine leaving this Ron and Hermione behind, he would be fine with having the Slytherin's generally hate him again, but Harry knew that he could no leave Draco… and after five months of spending every minute with him- Ha! And he though his life before was Hell.

No one had ever touched him like Draco Malfoy; fuck, no one had ever been able to make him feel the way Draco Malfoy made him feel. Whether it was anger, lust or love… they had always had passion, and no one else but Draco Malfoy could make his emotions explode like a nuclear bomb.

"Fuck," Harry swore to no one, or maybe it was the Deities. He didn't know.

At this moment Draco walked back into the room looking quite like Harry- deep in thought. He came over silently to where his boyfriend lay, and climbed over said boy's body, spooning them together on the restricted space of the couch. They held each other 'til the flames of the once dancing fire melted into a dime ballet of shinning coals. It was then Draco finally spoke, unknowing to Harry's conscious state. "When you go back know that I'll never forget you, this… what we have now and what we will have in the next five months, I'll remember, I promise," Draco whispered tightening his hold on the teen beside him.

He didn't see those rich emerald orbs glow with angelic light, or the hopeful smile of a young man wanting nothing more than this moment, he didn't even hear Harry Potter whisper that same promises into the darkness of their slumber.

The week passed in much of the same order, Harry would wake with Draco in his arms or in the arms of Draco. They would spend a portion of their days in classes. Harry devouring the information fed to him knowing it would pass the time, Draco would do much of the same thing.

Lunch was hardly ever eaten; it would be spent drowning in each other's scent, tasting the climax of their love or feasting on the sacred caverns of the others mouth.

Dinner was spent with friends and then, of course, time in the library was after wards-most of it hardly for their homework, but more so, to find a solution to Harry's problem, whether it be to alter Harry's return or to help "the other Draco" remember him in a different way. And, of course, nights where spent in either Gryffindor tower, or the Slytherin dungeons, where sleep only came after their desire was spent.

Much to Harry's delight, Ron finally came around. Even if things where still rather stiff and unsettled between him and Draco, they where both making an unbelievable effort to be civil and it made all the difference in the world.

Harry had been especially curious about this weekend's trip to Hogsmeade as he vaguely remembered Hermione's slip of words the other day in the tower and Draco saying, quote "he was in for a rather heavy surprise." However, he couldn't be happier than at this moment. It was Friday. He was with his four best friends- one of them his beautiful, Slytherin boyfriend- at the Gryffindor tower with said boy laying lazily in his lap. No news had yet come of Voldemort, and for now, the war seemed to be nonexistent and he didn't start training with Dumbledore till Monday.

'If life gets any better than this, I think I may cry,' Harry thought dreamily as he swirled his fingers into Draco's diamond locks, listening to his friends fight lamely over one thing or another.

A/n: Oh dear Gods, I have taken a rather long time to write this chapter and I am very, very sorry. I hope to post the next few chapters speedily. I have said it before and I'll say it again, I do love reviews so please let me know what you think so far-all advice and comments are appreciated.

Warnings for chapters to come: this is an M rated story and it will contain slash, and in detail. I will warn those who are uncomfortable with this ahead of time, but if you are seriously bothered with it then I would suggest too stop here.