A/n: Well I have a few things to say, one is that I thank all of you whom reviewed, I appreciate it! Also a million thank-you's to my beta, MapleSandwich.

Another thing to add is that I am officially co-naming this chapter "cursed" simply because I have never had so much trouble while trying to write a bloody chapter! I won't go into details, but I've had to write "Draco's surprise" three times now thanks to my horribly idiotic computer and its problems! So in short, I'm apologizing for the delay of this chapter – I'm hoping that something like this won't happen again.

Ok, my rant is done. Hope you like and don't forget to review!

Warning: Chapters following (including this one) will contain sexual content, if you don't like then please refrain from reading any further.

Chapter six:

Draco's surprise

Saturday morning was an eventful affair as three Gryffindors and a Slytherin rummaged about the tower getting ready for the day ahead into Hogsmeade. To say that Harry was nervous, anxious or sickly excited, would have been a vast understatement– the raven-haired boy was literally a mess with nerves and he was driving Draco insane.

"Harry, shut it! I'm not going to give away the surprise now that you're only an hour away from knowing!" Draco stated irritably as he began to fix his hair for perhaps the tenth time in the last five minutes. Harry had not given him an ounce of space since they had awoken to get ready and he was debating whether to hex Granger for opening her trap, or hexing his lover for being so difficult.

"UH! Fine then don't tell me, but don't spend all afternoon in front of that mirror just to spite me. You already know you look bloody gorgeous without trying," Harry mumbled, shuffling out of the room and into his dorm.

"Make sure you dress nice, Harry," Draco called smugly not even turning away from the mirror.

Putting on fitting black trousers (complements of Draco) wool socks and a jungle green turtle neck (which was amazingly his) he slid on a pair of expensive midnight boots and gazed at himself in the full-length mirror. His hair would simply have to do; those raven locks couldn't be tamed even with the most powerful charms imaginable. He found his eyes trying to look beyond the mirror, as if there where traces of his other life and that's when something like a brick dropped in his stomach– his real life.

Before any questions could spin him into oblivion, arms of pale marble encircled his waist and familiar, stormy gray eyes met his own emeralds. They looked at one another, through their reflections for what seemed a very long time, each lost in the future. And suddenly, Harry didn't want to believe that this wasn't real, so he looked away from the mirror that reminded him so clearly of his fate, and looked into his lover's orbs and couldn't see how it wasn't real. Just a simple touch from this young man in front of him, could send him through heavenly climax or bring him calming peace, his heart and his mind where at battle: was his love real or was it just another hopeless reflection of his life?

"Don't think about it," Draco whispered, his breath tepid and milking its way into the pores of Harry's flesh.

"But it's so confusing, everything is so confusing and I'm so afraid."

"Does this confuse you?" Draco asked. Without waiting for a reply, he devoured his lover's lips with his own, holding onto his waist and bringing them that much closer. They had kissed many times before, but none had been like this, and deep in his heart, Harry knew and so he held on tight. Seeking entrance, the blonds tongue invaded now common territory causing them both to groan with unmistakable lust. But Draco pulled away and held Harry's gaze, drowning in pools of emerald jewels and waited.

"No…no it's the only thing that's ever really made any sense at all," was Harry's reply as he dove for that perfect mouth, so warm and needy for his touch.

"Come on you two, we have to leave…or do you want to call the whole thing off?" Hermione questioned knowingly with her hands on her hips that reminded Harry very much of Mrs. Weasley.

Reluctantly the two boys pulled away and followed their friend down to the common room, though both where trying desperately to will their hardness down to an unnoticeable level. It was a trying job indeed.

It was a short, silent journey into Hogsmeade. It was also a rather unnerving one, as Draco kept glancing at Harry through the corners of his eyes, and when Harry would turn to meet said glance, the blonde would smirk and quickly look away as if nothing had happened. By the time they arrived in the private room at The Three Broomsticks, Harry was scowling. He was so tempted just to walk back to the castle and pretend he didn't care, but the truth was he was itching to know.

Obviously, the private room must mean something big; but as it was, Harry still could not come up with what exactly it was that would involve a private room. Well, he could think of one thing, but he imagined Ron and Hermione wouldn't want to stay for that.

"Naughty boy, thinking about sexual things at a time like this," Draco drawled softly in the Gryffindor's ear.

"No idea what your talking about," Harry answered ingenuously, though Draco could see the small twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry love, I'll suck your prick whenever."

It was a good thing Harry wasn't drinking anything, as he just chocked and sputtered at the Slytherin's comment.

"Goodness Harry, are you alright?" came Hermione's worried voice as she patted him on the back. Glaring daggers at Draco and blushing furiously, he mumbled an "I'm fine," then shuffled into the reserved room. It was very simply decorated and held cozy warmth to it, much like Hogwarts. There was a large, brick fireplace – whistling loudly at the far side of the room and in front of it on either side stood two comfy sofas layered in a pale green cotton material. In the middle of the couches was a stained wooden coffee table topped with a clear vase filled with all sorts of lilies. The walls where a light brown, much like the rest of the pub and Harry briefly wondered how much it had cost Draco to rent the space for the day.

"Draco you -"

Before he could finish the sentence a wool scarf was being bandaged around his eyes and in moments everything went dark.

"Draco?" Harry whispered his voice was tense with worry.

"Don't worry love, I'm right here, you're fine, everything is fine – it's part of the surprise. Just remember should you need me, I'm right here."

Feeling Draco's hand slip into his own the muscles and knots that had begun to form slipped away. There was a few minutes of silence, and then Harry could hear the door to their private room open and close, foot steps shambling, the odd whisper from Hermione and then once more it was still and quiet. Even though he was swallowed in darkness, the raven-haired boy could feel the lethal drills of orbs burning into him at the same time; he could feel Draco squeeze his hand in reassurance then whisper in his hear.

"Are you ready? I'm going to take off the scarf now."

Harry just nodded, and before he knew it, the darkness was gone. But what he saw mere two feet away from him was something that seemed more impossible then real. He turned to Draco for guidance; unable to form a sentence he allowed his eyes to give their silent plea.

"It's ok Harry, just breath."

But he couldn't, in fact he though he was going to pass out from shock. Harry just continued to stare at his lover, while his mind simply felt like liquid – unable to form words, questions, anything.

"This is real love, go to them."

"Draco…" the Gryffindor chocked, it was the only thing he seemed capable of saying at the present moment. But he trusted Draco with his life, he trusted everything Draco said and as he looked at the figures before him and he realized that he couldn't just stand there and let this moment slip away – real or not, this was a chance that he never thought would come.

"Mom…" he squeaked and before Lily Potter could answer her arms where filled with her sobbing son.

It was the best and most terrifying moment of his life. He was hugging his mother, he had a mother, and here she was in the flesh, radiating with such powerful love and the more Harry thought about it, the more the tears feel from his emerald orbs – no one was going to take this away from him, no one.

"I love you, I love you, I love you…I miss you…don't leave," the teen mumbled incoherently in his mothers neck.

"Oh Harry…" chocked Lily; she had never seen her son so emotional.

It was a few minutes before Harry felt a lit tap on his back; he turned to look at the figure behind him and almost screamed in heavenly glory, but those eyes, those playful puppy dog eyes made him pull away from his mothers arms and jump at the man before him.

"Sirius…" Harry sobbed, hugging his godfather with every ounce of strength the Gods had given him.

The happiness was so overwhelming, Harry was certain that at any moment he would burst; or worse, Voldemort would spurt into the room and laugh hysterically whilst he killed his family, his friends and his lover in one big, green wave of magic. This thought was enough to make Harry crack, but thankfully Draco was pulling him away and holding him close to his chest.

After what felt like forever, the raven-haired boy calmed his over riding emotions and it was only then he realized that everyone in the room actually had tears in their eyes.

"They don't know about the mirror Harry, it's better if that's the way it stayed," the blonde whispered hardly audibly in his ear, he just nodded in return – unwilling to trust his voice.

"Well, well what is this?" Sirius chided humorously

Draco smirked. "Oh, the git finally worked up the nerve to kiss me, took him long enough!"

Harry had the good grace to look sheepish and buried himself in the crock of his lover's neck.

"Oh this is just splendid! But honestly, Harry James Potter I should scold you for taking so long – you boys where made for each other," Lilly cried, though she was obviously amused.

Harry beamed, he had always wondered what his parents and Sirius would have thought of his preferences – apparently he had nothing to worry about. He turned to face them, and though his eyes where still glittering and red, the smile plastered on his face literally brightened the room.

They all gathered around the partly lit fire, arranging themselves comfortably on the flattering couches, Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione stuffed together on one and Lilly and Sirius on the other. It was only at this moment that Harry realized, with a saddening realization that his father was not present. He would ask Draco about his father later.

A young witch came in at that moment, took their orders and quickly left with a long list in hand. There was a tense silence in which Harry was wondering exactly what to say – there was so much he couldn't speak of and this thought made him frown as he remembered that he was still on the other side of a mirror, it was frustrating and so he shoot a glance at Draco for help.

Draco nodded in understanding and turned to Lily and Sirius. "So, how long are you going to be staying for?"

"Unfortunately, the Ministry wants us back in Manchester by Monday, and after that it will be another three more weeks in Cheshire. We'll be done before Christmas, thankfully." Lily stated with an apologetic look at her son.

Harry was tempted to ask what it was they where doing, but the look on Draco's face was enough to make him hold him tongue. Apparently, questioning their jobs wasn't a good idea. The food arrived at that moment, along with their drinks and Harry was grateful for the interruption… he couldn't even talk to his own mother and Sirius about anything. He wanted some insight on Voldemort and the Death Eaters; no one had even mentioned it as of yet. Harry also wanted to talk about a million other things but was so confused; for one, he had no idea what was the same and what was different from here. Vs. the other side of the mirror, he had no idea about how on earth his mother and Sirius where still alive, he had no idea about anything and it was so discomforting that he almost made him feel like there was no point in any of this. But he knew that thinking that was completely wrong, this was more than worth it.

"Harry, I'm sorry Sirius and I weren't able to come see you after your fall. I was horribly worried for you," his mother said lightly.

"It's alright, I was fine any way," he answered only now just remembering walking up in the Hospital wing and hearing Dumbledore saying something about someone not being able to make it – well that question was answered.

And so it was, they talked about simple things, but it was worth it for Harry. It appeared that Sirius and his mother where very much together and in a way this made the raven-haired boy extremely content as he remembered how lonely Sirius was at Grimmauld Place. They also lived on the west side of London in a flourishing home not far off from Hermione. As they finished their meals, Ron and Hermione decided to leave the two boys and the adults and headed back to Hogwarts saying their good byes.

"Harry, Draco, I spoke to Dumbledore and he's allowed you both to come back with us to Diagon Ally. We rented a couple of rooms and me and Lily would really love it if you would come; this way, tomorrow, all four of us can spend the day together before we go our separate ways," Sirius asked, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

Harry needed not be asked twice and without hesitation he gave and excited "yes!" knowing it was fine with Draco who squeezed his hand lightly.

"Wonderful!" Lily exclaimed, "with us cooped up at the Ministry and you with school, I feel like I hardly ever get to see you Harry, and now that you have someone special in your life, even though we all knew it would be Draco (she said this with a wink), I am not going to waste a minute of it."

Smiling brightly, the raven-haired teen held tightly onto his lover's hand in a show of thanks – though Harry had a much more intimate thank-you for later. "I'm glad I finally get the chance to see both of you as well," he stated as he again felt a wave of tears threaten to take over.

It was rather late in the night when Draco and Harry finally stumbled into their own rented room at one of the inns in Diagon Ally, while Lily and Sirius where two floors down. The anxious Gryffindor was not in the least bit tired as he knew what was to come, Draco had whispered to him back at the Three Broomsticks, "I'll explain everything tonight," and Harry knew it was time.

They shredded off their layers of clothing and crawled into bed, clad only in boxers. Tangling themselves, both facing the other, Draco sighed softly into his lover's neck. This was going to be a long night, he thought. Before he could start, he found his lips being devoured by Harry's own.

Panting, Harry looked into silver orbs and whispered, "Thank-you so much for today."

"It was nothing," Draco said, shrugging.

"No, it was everything Draco; I got to hug my mother, hell I got to see my mother alive and healthy as oppose to looking at her in a picture. And Sirius, I got to be with Sirius again and he was free. Now instead of all those horrible memories, I have this one instead and that means so much to me."

All Draco could do was nod; he was both happy and extremely dreading the coming future for Harry.

"Where would like me to start then?" the blonde asked as he tenderly drew lazy circles on his lovers chest.

"The very beginning, right before Voldemort gave me this scar," Harry answered, gesturing toward his forehead.

"Okay." Draco laced his fingers with Harry's, who in turn pulled them closer together, his eyes glittering with readiness.

"Everything you know of Voldemort before he came to Godric's Hollow that night is all still the same, though that night was different. Wormtail was the only one with the Dark Lord at the time and upon entering the cottage, James, your father knew that something was amiss which was confirmed as soon as Voldemort broke down all the wards. James killed Wormtail all the while trying to keep Voldemort down stairs and away from you and Lily – he…he didn't make it as he was already weakened.

"It was while your father and the Dark Lord where fighting that Lily put some complex form of a protection spell on you which bonded her magic and love completely to you, should Voldemort take her as well so when He hit your mother with the killing curse the magic bond Lily placed on you as well as your own powers took action." Draco paused for a moment allowing it all to sink in, as he knew the next part was sure to bring a mass of questions.

Harry nodded for him to continue.

"With your powers bonded to your mothers, you where able to construct a cubicle of frozen water around her body acting as a shield. The ice absorbed the killing curse, but only for a few moments before the ice rebounded the curse, cracking it and pretty much eliminating Voldemort instantly. However, one piece flew in the opposite direction causing not only your lightening shaped scar, but also resulting in you absorbing some of his powers seeing as they where still sticking to that one piece of ice that connected with your head."

Draco was momentarily worried for Harry, his eyes where the size of ping pong balls and his pupils where dilated – he looked to be in utter shock.

"How…how was it that I was able to conduct a wall of thick ice around my mother?"

Draco sighed, this was it. "You're an elemental, you're both air and water. Neither of your parents knew."

"I'm a what?" Harry gasped.

"You're east and west, you can control all things having to do with water or air."

Groaning at the knowledge that he knows had another thing to add to his list of "Not so Normal Harry Potter side effects" he raised is his eyes to meet silver as realization hit him.

"Wait, Voldemort's dead? There's no more Death Eaters, no one innocent people being murdered, it's all over?"

Draco squeezed his lover's hand and nodded, but his story was not over yet.

"But there is more Harry. After Voldemort collapsed, both you and your mother where weakened. Obviously you were losing a great deal of blood, and Lily could hardly move. However, it was only moments later that Sirius, Snape and Dumbledore Apparated to the cottage and brought you both to St. Mungo's immediately.

"Lilly was fine in a matter of days, though you can imagine how she was feeling with the information of her husband dead and her only son in a coma. It was almost a month before you came back to the world of the wake and while much of the Wizarding world was celebrating Voldemort's defeat by a baby no less, the Death Eaters had other plans and my Father just so happened to be the lead."

The Slytherin felt tanned arms foil around him as he was kissed lightly. Draco smiled at Harry thankful for the support because Merlin knew he would need it.

"It's okay Draco, take all the time you need," Harry whispered comfortingly.

He took a deep breath and pushed himself to continue. "I'll just start from first year, when you and I met for the first time. Just a little information, you didn't know who I was, your mother and Sirius wanted to raise you without much knowledge of wizards and magic and such.

"Anyway, before I was to enter my first year at Hogwarts, my father gave me a very specific assignment – to befriend a boy named Harry James Potter. I knew you had defeated the Dark Lord, my father would rave hatefully about you, he told me small details of his plan, but he said that I was not allowed to know them in detail, telling me that when he deemed me worthy of proper age I could go into 'business' with him. So because I was a good little Malfoy and wanted nothing more then to please my father I decided that upon entering Hogwarts I would make you my project.

"However, I was not prepared to meet you two weeks earlier in a rob shop. I remember the first time I laid eyes on you; you where everything I wasn't, unruly hair, beaming with innocence, ruffled sleeves from non-stop chewing and loved in every way. And I had no idea that this beautiful boy was Harry Potter, but I knew that I wanted you as my best friend, my play mate and my savior." Pausing to shuffle onto his back, Draco looked up distantly at the ceiling as if he where back to his eleven year old self.

"Well, you can imagine I obsessed over you every day after that – even though our first meeting didn't go so well. I was going to make you mine if it was the last thing I did. Then I came to Hogwarts and was shocked out of my retrieve when I found out the most perfect boy in the world, the boy at the rob shop was none other than Harry Potter. I couldn't understand my father's hatred for you, so for the first time in my life I decided to be Draco, not my father's molded sculpture, and I chose you. I promised myself I would make you hate me if it was the last thing I did, I would sacrifice all my wants and dreams just to save you from the man who called himself my father."

Harry saw the pain etched in Draco's features, how his normally sparkling silver orbs turned a steel cloudy gray, just like the Draco on the other side of the mirror – the Draco who still had a vile father, the Draco who was forced to live as someone he never wanted to be. He caressed his lover's cheek, letting him know that he was still there, and his heart swelled with such strong emotion for the pale blonde – he was so strong, so perfect and he was everything to Harry.

"It was when I came home that summer that everything changed," Draco continued blankly as he allowed his mask to fall into place. "My father could sense something different in me, he could see the hatred I held for him return and so he sent my mother away on business a week into summer. I knew that something was out of place when as soon as my mother left he asked me to go to my room and wait for him as discussions were always held in his study.

"I waited an hour, I don't even remember that hour – I was scared. The first thing he did when he came in my room is lock and silence the doors; it was a tactic he used to make me as frightened as possible. He didn't even ask me how my progress had gone with trying to befriend you – he already knew I'd failed him, betrayed him. He said, and I'll never forget this, 'You're no son of mine,' and then he muttered Crucio enough times to make me black out. When I woke up, he was sitting on my bed staring a hole through my soul like I was the most vile creature on the planet then he said, 'when you return to Hogwarts, Draco, you will befriend Harry Potter whether you wish to or not. You will not leave this room for the remainder of the summer and if you should try, I am sure a place in the Dungeon's would suit you fine.' Then he just left me there. I knew it was useless to fight him and I knew my mother would be gone for the remainder of the summer – she didn't know until the end."

If Harry hated Lucius Malfoy before, it was nothing compared to how he felt about the man now. He felt a pang of guilt for all the times he had told the other Draco how alike he and his father were, or how he was just another useless Death Eater in training. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Harry brought his attention back to the pale boy beside him.

"Anyway, right before my father and I arrived at Platform 9 ¾, he cast the Imperious curse on me; which I already knew was his plan and he told me how I was to befriend you, and then once I managed that, I was to take you to the chamber of secrets where my father would be waiting to cast the Imperious curse on you and order you to open it. He knew you could speak Parseltongue. So that's exactly what happened, my father, being on the Board of Governors was able to put me on the Quidditch team and pretend to be visiting Hogwarts to watch me play. Needless to say his plan seemed to work, he would cast Imperious on you and order you to set that snake on certain individuals and then he would cast a memory charm on you, I was always the one who lead you straight to him. "Anyway, in the end he brought you down to the chamber of secrets and ordered you to set the Basilisk on me, to kill me, but this time my father had lifted the Imperious curse off me, and I guess your elemental magic and your mother protection spell finally kicked in and ride you of the curse as well. You set the snake on my father, and well that was the last I remember before I blacked out."

Harry was utterly bewildered – everything was so different, his past, Gods even his present. A large part of him was secretly glad that he had been the one to kill Lucius Malfoy; he would do it again in a heartbeat to save Draco.

"What happened after that, with you and me and the other Death Eaters?" the Gryffindor questioned, his eyes held a far off look to them.

"Well Dumbledore contacted the ministry and dozens of Aurors were sent after the Death Eaters whom were still trying to avenge their Lord by going after you. It took them almost 3 years to capture the rest of them, but they did. All of them were given the kiss – the ministry didn't want to deal with any escapes.

"As for you, and me, well after that we were inseparable. My mother is literally in love with you for saving me and destroying Lucius. They never got along, and my mother had always been in love with Severus any way." Draco looked quickly at Harry, whom was looking disgusted by this new piece of information.

"So your mother and Snape are, well, um, married?"

The Slytherin laughed, Harry was so predictable. "Yes you prat, they are and you should be thankful, my mother put him in his place every time she heard him speak horribly to you."

Harry smirked; he was already begging to like Narcissa. "Wait, what did Slytherin and Gryffindor do once you and I became friends?"

It was Draco's turn to smirk. "Well the Slytherins love you. As soon as they found out you saved their Ice Prince from certain death, and were the second to ever open Salazar's layer, it was pretty much settled. As for the Gryffindors, well as you know, it took Weasley a rather long time to trust me, and me and Hermione hit it off as soon as I told her my story – we have a lot in common."

They sat in silence for a few moments; Harry was in deep thought as he remembered all the Slytherin did for him today. I have to thank him the teen thought to him self – a smirk worthy of a Malfoy feel upon his lips.

In a flash Harry was straddling a very surprised Draco Malfoy, his growing erection pressing wantonly into his lovers.

"Hope you're not to tired for a… thank-you," whispered Harry, his voice husky and milked with lust.

Before Draco could even answer, Harry began putting open mouth kisses all along his pale, glossy neck, his ever beautiful collar bone and then inch by inch flicking his tongue onto Draco's perfect pink buds which grew hard as Harry continued licking them savagely.

"Oh Gods…" Draco breathed.

Finishing with Draco's nipples, Harry left a wet trail down the blonde's stomach and slowly began to tongue-fuck his navel causing the body beneath him to arch into the touch.

"Oh…yessss…don't stop," he whimpered reaching for the sheets, grasping them tightly.

In a matter of seconds, Draco's boxers where off and on the floor and before the blonde even realized it, his length was covered in the intoxicating heat of Harry's mouth.

"Oh my Gods…"

Draco's hand flew to Harry's raven colored hair, tossing his head back and moaning at the intoxicating feeling of his lover's wicked tongue. He continued to suck, humming softly causing the blonde to grip harder onto the sheets and inky hair. Slowly he slid a wet finger beneath his balls and encircled Draco's taut hole. It was the first time Harry had ever used his fingers on Draco, and it seemed to be having a rather pleasant effect as he was beyond being in control. Draco was thrusting his leaking cock into Harry's willing mouth and mumbling unfinished sentences. Just as Harry inserted the full length of his finger and began to suck in earnest, Draco's orgasm hit like a title wave. Before he even had time to warn his boyfriend, he was shooting deep within Harry's mouth, screaming his name.

He continued to lie panting and only minutes later could he feel Harry's breath on his neck and then the flavor of his own cum on those puffy lips. He let his lover control the kiss, allowing his screaming passion for a few minutes, until Draco flipped both over and worked his way down Harry's flushed bevy, devouring his weeping erection. Anchoring Harry's hips with his hands to keep from chocking when the Gryffindor began to thrust, Draco returned the favor of fingering Harry's pink hole and sliding the wet digit in, knuckle deep.

He worked Harry just as hard has he worked him, humming, sucking and flicking his tongue against the pulsing vain along the underside of Harry's engorged cock. His lover was groaning in response, throwing his head back and trusting in the cavern of Draco's mouth. Inserting a second finger into the tight heat was all it took for Harry to lose control and yell his lover's name while spilling his load.

Draco licked Harry clean; dousing a trail of kisses up the tanned flesh and stopped right at Harry's mouth. Again, their lips met, though they where both spent, and in a matter of minutes both boys where in the land of nod.