Chapter Ten

What is Love…Baby Don't Hurt Me

Ok, ok… I was listening to Haddaway and it just got stuck and I couldn't help throwing the last bit into the title. For those who don't know the song "What is Love" by Haddaway you are fortunate because you don't realize how completely corny my title is. Enjoy!

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One week left till school started and the five students at Hogwarts for the summer were in a three sided war. There was Hermione and Blasie on one side that was mad at Ron for being a jerk. Ron on another side, who was mad at Blasie for living and at Hermione for not apologizing to HIM! And then, there was Harry and Draco who were on both sides and having a hard time of it.

Ron had apologized to Draco on Harry's insistence and the three of them had been hanging out in the evenings in the Gryffindor common room. Ron complained about Hermione and Blasie, while Harry and Draco tried to get him to cut his losses and apologize to Hermione.

In the mornings Harry and Draco spent their time with the other side of the argument in the library listening to Blasie comfort Hermione and, amazingly enough, encouraging her to make amends with Ron. But, she was adamant that he would apologize to her.

This particular morning Harry had come in looking a little pale and Hermione had inquired to him and Draco whether he had eaten anything. Draco looked at Harry and, as if realizing just how pale he had become and calculating just how long it had been since Harry had taken any blood from Draco, Draco grabbed his arm and hauled him off to a secluded book aisle.

Harry let himself be dragged along muttering something about "not being hungry" and "pale, my ass".

Once they were in a secluded enough spot Draco whirled around bringing his body flush against Harry's. Draco smirked up at him and rolled his hips against Harry's. Harry sucked in breath, but turned his head away from Draco's neck saying, "it's only been two days; if I do this any more often then the blood replenishing potions are going to stop helping."

"Aren't you just the least bit hungry?" Draco started to unbutton his shirt a little until the first five buttons were undone and then wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and looked at the Carpathian's mouth. Draco chuckled when he saw Harry's fangs lengthen and he felt that sexual jolt go through him that he got every time Harry was about to take his blood.

Harry groaned in half defeat, half anticipation and lowered his head to taste the skin right below Draco's left collarbone. A few minutes later Draco sucked in breath and let out a little whimper as Harry's fangs pierced his skin. Harry tasted Draco's blood like it was the first time, every time it got sweeter and more intoxicating, like peach schnapps. Harry was pretty sure that this wasn't a coincidence and that Draco's blood getting sweeter meant that his feelings were changing as the bond was getting stronger, but he had to wait for Draco on this one.

While Harry was having breakfast, Balsie and Hermione were having their own conversation.

"Hermione," Blasie looked up from the book he was reading to look as his new best friend.

"Yeah," she closed the book she had been reading on Arithmacy.

"I think I know a way to get Ron to come to his senses, but I'm going to need your permission to do it."

Hermione looked skeptical and a little apprehensive, "What?"

"Well, you know that the only reason he has a problem with us as friends is because he thinks that I'm going to steel you from him, right?"

Hermione nodded slowly, not knowing where Blasie was going.

"So, if I can prove that I'm gay and that there is NO way in a MILLION years I would think of you in that way, then would he maybe apologize to you?"

Hermione looked thoughtful, "yeah, I suppose if he knew you were gay and if he was sure you were looking else where then he would back off about us hanging out." Hermione narrowed her eyes, "What are you going to do?"

Blasie just smirked and leaned in closer, "This is what I'm going to do…"

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In between the times they spent with their friends, Harry and Draco spent time with each other, on walks around the grounds and in their quarters. Draco shared good and bad stories with Harry about his home life and Harry told him about all his encounters with Voldemort, including the final one. Draco had had to comfort Harry halfway trough it and let Harry finish the tale with his head on Draco's lap. Of course, then Draco started playing with his hair and then Harry quickly went from telling the story, to purring, to full on attacking Draco and kissing him within an inch of his life.

Harry tried to let Draco lead in most of their intimate activities and most of the time he could control himself enough to let Draco be the dominate… it didn't help that Draco had always strived to be perfected and that, apparently, extended to even the bedroom. It wasn't exactly a hardship for Harry to stamp down his Carpathian side to let Draco take the lead; he was very demanding.

Tonight, Draco had been reading by the fire and Harry had walked in the room with nothing but a towel on from his shower. He was looking for his hair brush that had some how made it out into the common room. He had his back to the fire and had just picked his brush up from the desk when a strong pair of hands grabbed his hips and he was forced back against a firm and equally naked chest. Harry gasped; Draco had apparently lost his shirt during the short walk from the fireplace to Harry.

"You know you just can't walk in here like that Potter." Draco purred in Harry's ear. "Especially since it's been ages since we did something." Draco was moving his hands all over Harry's chest and lower abdomen as he talked. His tongue flicked into Harry's ear.

Harry laughed and moaned at the same time, "Yeah, Malfoy, it's been ages since you kissed me before I got into the shower, it must be…" But Harry was cut off when Draco bit down on his shoulder rather hard and then started to ease the pain with his tongue. Harry saw stars.

"Did I ask you to talk?" Draco grabbed Harry by the shoulders and whirled him around taking the towel around Harry's waist with him. Draco let his eyes roam over his lover's body as he dropped the towel to the floor and then looked into those emerald eyes he loved so much… yes, loved. He loved Harry Potter, he wanted to bond with him and be his mate and live happily fucking ever after. He liked everything about Harry, he liked the way he made him feel and if that wasn't love then Draco didn't know what was. He just wasn't sure when he realized it. Maybe it had been last weekend when he had woken up to Harry singing those sweet words, or maybe even before that. Did it really matter? Not right now.

Draco?

Yes.

I was just wondering what your thinking? You zoned out there for a second.

That you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.

Harry blushed from head to toe at the unexpected words. He knelt down in front of Draco and started removing his pants. Seconds later Harry had Draco naked and Draco's legs wrapped around his waist and he was leaning over him on the desk, which contents had found a new place on the floor.

Is this ok? Harry asked

Yeah it's fine. I like it when you lead too. Draco looked up at Harry through heavily lidded eyes.

"I love you." Draco said it without reservation and with complete and utter devotion, trust, and love in his eyes.

Harry felt his breath catch and for a minute all he could do was look at the blonde angel in his arms. Then, he leaned down and closed the gap between them with the sweetest kiss they had ever shared.

"I love you too." Harry whispered. "I promise I'll never hurt you intentionally and that you will always have my full and utter devotion…" Harry had to stop because he felt the ritual words starting to come to mind and he had to block them out.

Draco grabbed Harry and pulled him down into another, more demanding kiss. Kissing turned to touching and caressing in a matter of minutes and before long they were both hot and sweaty, not to mention the fact that they were already naked.

"I-I'm ready," said Draco in a breathy voice.

"I know me too." Harry pulled away though, "I don't want to bond tonight though. I- I want tonight to be special. You said you loved me and I want those words to be sacred and separate from the bonding process that will be just as sacred to me." Harry looked into Draco's eyes for understanding and saw they were shimmering slightly with tears.

"That is the most fucking beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me." Draco smiled and Harry chuckled at his words.

Harry helped Draco stand up and then grabbed his towel, "I have to go take another shower thanks to you… a cold one, at that." Harry looked down, rolled his eyes and mock glared.

Draco smirked that signature smirk of his and said, "How about since it IS all my fault, I help you take the second one."

You're on, Harry said with his mind as he raised one eyebrow and took off for the shower with Draco on his heels.

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"Ron?" Blasie stuck his head into the Gryffindor common room. He looked around and saw the red head sitting in an armchair staring at the fire. Blasie looked the youngest Weasley boy over. He had cute, unruly hair, and a toned body thanks to quidditch. He was handsome in a classic way and seamed to be about the same height as Blasie; that would make what Blasie was about to do easier.

Ron looked up at the fire not pleased to see Zabini at all, so he said as much, "What do you want?"

"I came to talk to you about you and Hermione."

"What? Come to rub it in my face that you broke us up and now you get her all to yourself?" Ron turned a little red in the cheeks.

"No. You see I had a plan from the beginning of this whole thing to break you guys up, but now that I've done it and I see how upset Hermione is without you, well, I can't possibly go on with the plan. So, I'm sending you back to her so you can make up and make out or… whatever." Blasie walked towards Ron as he said it and now had the Gryffindor up against the wall at the far side of the common room. He put a hurt yet determined tone in his voice; after all he was supposed to be the "wounded" person, trying to do a good deed and blah, blah, blah. It was actually funny that he was going to have to pretend to like a Gryffindor… yeah, when pigs flew!

"So you did want Hermione for yourself!" Ron yelled, "You really aren't gay, or you're bi or something! I knew it…" Blasie put a finger to Ron's lips.

"No, see that is where you are wrong. I got close to Hermione to get close to you and then when I actually found that I liked her as a friend I just couldn't take you away from her now could I? So I'm removing myself from the picture and have decided to take a back seat as just her friend because pretending to become her friend has actually led me to becoming her friend… if you get it?"

"UH? You… that is… you like… uh… to get to me… what?" Ron was very flustered, if he had been Blasie's type Blasie might have found it endearing. But, uh, yeah, Gryffindor.

"Yes, but I can't stand Hermione being the way she is without you and, well, there are other fish in the sea. Anyways, I came to tell you to apologize to her and to tell you all this so you defiantly know I'm GAY! And just incase that wasn't enough, now that I've got you where I want you and I'll probably never be ale to do this again…" Blasie trailed off and without further ado kissed Ron smack on the lips.

Ron was so shocked that Blasie was even able to open his lips a little and slip a in some tongue in before Ron snapped to his senses and pushed Blasie away.

"Don't ever, EVER kiss me again!" Ron didn't sound as angry as he could have been and without looking at Blasie again he ran out through the portrait hole and, Blasie hoped, went to find Hermione.

Well, Blasie thought, that was his good deed for the year. Now he could be friends with Hermione, who, even though he had known her for a short time, was defiantly worth this. Plus, he could tease the Weasel now and that was always fun.

Yep, no more Hermione moping around the library… all in a days work Blasie thought as he walked out of the common room.

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What do ya think? And next… the LAST CHAPTER! I may put the bonding in, but I'm not sure it's that important to the story… haha! Just kidding, just kidding, don't murder me in my sleep. set's up wards just in case

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