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A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I recently moved and so my computer was out of commission during the moving process.

Chapter Six

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Harry and Seamus walked into the Great Hall fifteen minutes late for dinner. Harry glanced at Draco briefly and saw him glaring, obviously still angry. He sighed, sitting down between Hermione and Ginny, who grinned at him.

"Hey, Harry, you've got a letter," Ginny said, handing it to him, "It mysteriously appeared when dinner started."

Harry opened it and read Astronomy Tower 11 o'clock. D.'

It was scrawled rather hastily and Harry almost flinched at how... clipped it seemed. He folded it gingerly, placing it in his bag. He had suddenly lost his appetite. It felt as though something was constricting around his stomach. How would he explain that to Draco? He'd never believe him... damn it.

"Harry," Hermione said, "Aren't you going to eat?"

He shook his head. "... not hungry."

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked.

"I'll tell you later," he said.

They shrugged, deciding that it was better no to push him.

"Eleven? That's after curfew, Harry," Hermione said, "You'll have to take your cloak and stay away from the 2nd floor corridor because Filch is trying out some new devices that records the magical signature of anybody who walks past them."

Ron gaped at her open-mouthed. "Are you helping him break rules?"

Hermione smiled. "I'll do anything to help the progression of love."

"That was rather out of character, 'Mione, dear."

They turned to see two identical grins and sparkling baby blue eyes. "Fred! George! You weren't supposed to be here until Monday!" Ginny exclaimed.

Fred winked. "We just had to see our favorite post-closet-case-"

"-and have a little chat with him," George finished.

They hauled Harry up by his elbows, slung their arms around his shoulders, and ushered the laughing boy out of the Great Hall, comfortably sandwiched between them.

Draco watched them leave with a scowl on his face. He'd have to talk with Potter about how loose he was with his affections. He growled, stabbing at his steak with a fork. Out of all the guys at Hogwarts, he had to get one who was annoyingly popular. In the end, he ate very little, but reduced his food to a mushy pile on his plate, and then left quickly.

Fred and George led Harry out onto the grounds, toward the lake. They sat down under a tree, pushing Harry down between them. Harry grinned.

"What do you guys want?" he asked.

"We just wanted to see if what 'Mione said about you in her short and rather rushed letter was true," Fred stated.

"That depends on what she said," Harry said evasively.

"That you're gay," Fred replied.

"And involved- intimately- with Draco Malfoy," George finished.

"Well then, I guess it was true," Harry said, "Except the intimate part. We're not at that level quite yet."

Their jaws dropped simultaneously. "Are you serious?" they chorused.

"We have kissed!" Harry said, purposefully misinterpreting their exclamation, "Which, I might add, he is incredibly good at."

Fred grinned while George continued to stare at him in shock. "But he's- it's- Malfoy!"

"Yes, and I'm Harry, he's Fred, and you're George. What do names have to do with this?"

"Are you sure that you trust him, Harry?" George asked.

"I trust the Draco that I know. That's all I can do right now," Harry replied, toying with the grass between his fingers.

Fred and George smiled before sandwiching Harry between them again in a tight embrace. "Out little Harry is so grown up!"

Harry laughed. "Stop it, you two! Jeez! Let a guy breathe will you?"

At this moment, Draco was strolling over with Blaise. They stopped as they neared, watching as Harry was pinned to the ground by the infamous Weasley twins.

"Ah! Hey... no, not there!" they heard Harry exclaim through his laughter, "Hey! Fred- no biting! Get your hands out of there!"

Draco's expression hardened into a mask of aristocratic indifference as he forced himself to continue walking.

"Ugh! Why don't you and your lovers get a room, Potter?" he sneered as he passed them.

Harry pushed Fred and George off of him, standing up. He opened his mouth to explain, but stopped when he noticed the crowd they were drawing. "If you're so offended by me and my 'lovers', Malfoy, then don't look. Nobody's forcing you..."

He sighed as he watched Draco storm away with Blaise in tow. He ran a hand through his hair, sitting back down.

"Did we get you in trouble?" Fred asked.

"He's got a jealous streak that's about a mile wide," Harry said, "And could wrap itself around Hogwarts' grounds. Twelve times."

They laughed. "So what are you going to do to fix this?" George asked.

"This isn't the only thing I have to fix..." he said miserably, "He kind of saw me- comforting Seamus earlier. We were hugging, so stop giving me those looks! He was upset about Dean... and Draco got the wrong idea." He sighed again. "I guess I have until eleven o'clock to figure it out..."

X

Eleven came and he still hadn't thought of anything. He pulled on his Invisibility Cloak and slipped out of the common room unnoticed. He snuck through the halls, following Hermione's instructions, and reached the room with little incidence. The most that had happened was a brief run in with Mrs. Norris.

When he slipped into the room, Draco looked up quickly. His brow furrowed in confusion as he peered about the seemingly empty room. Harry pulled off his cloak and Draco gasped.

'So that's how he managed at the Shrieking Shack in third year...' he thought, forgetting his anger for a moment. However, the next second he was glaring again.

"Nice cloak," he said sarcastically.

"Yeah... Ron loves the bloody thing," Harry said.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Speaking of your friends... did you talk to them?"

"Er... they know I'm gay," he said, "The only ones who know the rest are Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Seamus, Dean, Fred and George."

Draco had been tense before, but now there was a slight twitch of irritation in his jaw. Harry swallowed convulsively, walking across the room to stand in front of Draco. He stared at his shoes.

"Um... earlier..." he said.

"What about earlier?" Draco snarled.

"Well, it wasn't what it looked like..." Harry said, "With Seamus and then- Fred and George..."

"Not what it looked like?" Draco snapped, "It was pretty damn clear what was going on, Potter."

"What? No, you don't understand," Harry said.

"I understand perfectly," Draco said, "Not that you've come out, you're experimenting- different lovers, different feelings- you're testing the waters." He stepped up to Harry so that their bodies were nearly touching. "I don't share what's mine..." he growled, crushing his lips to Harry's in a possessive, dominating kiss.

Harry was torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. He could feel Draco's anger in the kiss, but he could also tell the he was holding quite a bit of it back. His fingers dug into Harry's arms painfully, making him gasp.

Draco took the opportunity to force his tongue into the dark haired boy's mouth, demonstrating his dominance once again. He turned them around, pushing Harry against the wall and pressing his body against the smaller boy's. He slipped his knee between Harry's legs, pushing against his obvious erection. Harry was too stunned by the force of Draco's anger to do much of anything. His mind was clouded with desire, which only served to surprise him more. He was actually turned on by this? He couldn't suppress a moan when he felt a harsh pressure between his legs.

Draco moved his lips to Harry's neck, sucking and biting, making sure to leave a lasting mark. At the same time, his hands found their way up his shirt and he began mapping out the smaller boy's chest. He could feel Harry trembling beneath his deft fingertips and he smirked, moving his mouth to a particularly sensitive spot just below his adam's apple.

Harry felt Draco's cold hands moving across his chest beneath his shirt, making him regain some of his senses. He brought his hands up to push at the wall of Draco's chest.

"Stop... please..." he whispered, gasping when Draco bit roughly.

"What's wrong, Potter?" Draco growled, "Am I not good enough? Would you rather be with Finnegan?" He moved away from him, his eyes flashing anger and hurt before settling back into an impassive mask.

"No..." Harry breathed, "That's not it..."

"Oh?" Draco's eyes gained a predatory gleam, "Then I suppose you wouldn't mind if I continued..."

"No!" Harry exclaimed.

Draco snarled. "I knew it! You would rather be with one of them!"

Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around himself. "No. You're wrong. I was never with any of them... Seamus- was upset about Dean and the twins- are just like that. We're good friends. That's all, I swear!"

"I'm sure," Draco said, skeptically, "Do you sleep with all of your good friends, then?"

"Shut up!" Harry yelled, hugging himself tighter, "You don't know what you're talking about... there is nobody for me- nobody would have. Not after..."

Draco blanched at his outburst. However, when Harry suddenly withdrew into himself, he knew something wasn't right. He reached his hand out to Harry, who flinched and shifted away from the touch. Something definitely wasn't right.

"Harry? Not after what?" he asked.

Harry shook his head. "Nobody will want me..." he repeated, tears falling down his cheeks, "Nobody... I'm not wanted... nobody, nobody, nobody..."

Draco was scared, now. And he didn't like it. He pulled Harry into his arms, running his hands through the boy's raven hair and whispering soothing words in his ear. Harry eventually calmed down and wrapped his arms tightly around Draco, burying his face in the blonde's shoulder.

"I don't want anybody but you..." he whispered.

If the room hadn't been so completely silent, Draco wouldn't have heard the soft spoken declaration. Thankfully, though, he did and it washed away any remaining traces of anger.

"Good, because I wouldn't have it any other way," Draco said, smiling.

Harry returned the smile. "I don't deserve you."

Draco's hand stilled in his hair. "Don't say that. You deserve more than anybody else. If anything, you deserve better than me."

Harry responded by tightening his hold on Draco.

Draco smiled again. "Don't worry. I'm not letting you go."

"Good..." Harry said, leaning into Draco's embrace even more.

"Come on," Draco said, pulling Harry across the room, "We're going to the Room of Requirement." He picked up Harry's cloak and draped it over them, keeping Harry pressed close into his side.

A few moments later, they were on a large comfy sofa in front of a roaring hearth. Draco's arms were around Harry, who was curled into his side, dozing lightly. Soon, Draco, too, felt the pull of slumber and slowly surrendered to it.

X

The seventh year boys' dormitory in Gryffindor Tower woke Sunday morning to a panicked exclamation. "Hermione!" Ron hollered.

Moments later, she rushed in, wearing a thing white slip... and that was it. Seamus whistled and she shot him a glare. "What is it?" she asked Ron.

"Harry never came back," Ron said, "He left like he said, but he's not back. And he's not on the map either!"

"Calm down, Ron," Hermione said, "Let's get dressed and go talk to Dumbledore."

"No need, children," a painting of a rather rowdy looking man said, "I saw a couple young men go into a room last night. Rather odd, actually. They were under what I think was an Invisibility Cloak. One of them paced back and forth in front of a blank wall three times and a door just appeared. I always knew this castle had more secrets than even us paintings knew... Well, anyway I hear they never came out." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Hermione laughed. "Let's not bother them..."

"Who is he with?" Ron asked.

Seamus and Dean exchanged a knowing look, stifling their snickering. Neville opened his mouth to respondbut Seamus stopped him with a glare.

"I don't know," Hermione lied, "But I do know that it's somebody Harry cares deeply for. He'll tell you when he's ready."

"He'll tell me when he's ready?" Ron said, his ears turning a curious shade of red, "So you know? He trusts you, but not me? Why the bloody- it's not like he's shagging Malfoy!"

They laughed, somewhat nervously.

"I don't care what you say, 'Mione, I'm going to get him," Ron said, storming out of the room. Hermione followed quickly, leaving three very worried boys.

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So, here is the long awaited chapter six. Enjoy!