Author's Notes: Well, the title of the fic is the name of a song from Gravitation. I simply thought it sounded nice for a title. Ahahaha... -nervous laughter- Next chapter won't be as pretty, but I hope that won't dissuade readers! Eep!

Co-authored by Menecarkawan. This chapter had lots of rewriting/re-wording by her. Thanks Mene!

Song: 'In the Moonlight' by Kinya Kotani

Ch. 5: In the Moonlight

The weeks passed quickly as Harry lived in bliss with Draco Malfoy. The blonde seemed to ignore Harry most of the time, but never rejected him. Their passionate nights didn't occur very often, but Harry felt that this was entirely normal.

During those weeks, Harry dined frequently with the ex-lead singer of Griffin Power, Sirius Black. Harry still couldn't believe that he could go out with Sirius in person. Sirius, though, always wore baseball caps and sunglasses to avoid being recognized. Harry didn't mind this disguise, thinking that it must be difficult to be swamped by fans everywhere you went. He couldn't wait to find out, though. On these occasions, Harry had received special edition Griffin Power videos, posters, pins, badges, and autographed pictures from the soon-to-be retired singer. Harry felt that he must have died and gone to Heaven.

One evening after rehearsal, Harry was walking through a dark park toward Draco's flat. He heard a girl screaming close by and ran in the direction from which the screams were coming. A man was pinning a young woman to the ground, a sharp blade held at her throat. Harry, rage coming over him so completely that he didn't recognize what it was, ran toward the scene, kicking the man's knife away and sending it flying into the darkness. The man became extremely angry and tried to attack Harry; a fight ensued. Harry kneed the man in the groin, punched his face and kicked him in the gut in rapid succession, sending the would-be rapist to the ground, where he landed on his stomach. He tried to get up, but Harry elbowed him in his neck, finally knocking him out. Harry knelt next to the frightened Asian girl, who's clothing was in ruins on her body, and helped her up. "Are you all right?" he asked as he did so. "Do you think you can walk?"

"Y-yes. Thank you. I… I was only asking him for direction because I'm so lost… and he attacked me! I came here all the way from Ireland to see my fiancé, but I don't know where he lives…" She trailed off, looking very unsettled.

"Ireland? You're pretty far from home! Do you have a place to stay?"

"Yes. I've been staying at a hotel."

"I'll walk you back to your hotel then," Harry decided. "What were you thinking going out at night? That guy could have killed you! You should have waited until morning to search out your… wait a minute. If he's your fiancé, how come you don't know where he lives?"

"It's… it's an arranged marriage," the girl replied hesitantly. "I don't actually know that much about him, but I desperately wanted to see him! My family won't tell me anything about what's going on with the marriage contract. All they'll say is that there have been some complications, but they won't give me anything specific. I don't understand what's going on, so I came to see my fiancé by myself. I haven't spent a lot of time with him, but I do love him."

"Are you telling me that you ran away from home to see your fiancé?" Harry asked looking horrified. After a moment, his expression softened and he smiled. "You must indeed love him." He thought that the girl's situation and actions sounded like something from the script of a love story.

The girl nodded sadly, looking terribly ashamed of herself and what she'd brought upon herself. After a moment's silence, she said, "I'm Cho Chang. And you are…?"

"Harry Potter," Harry said, shaking her hand briefly. "Pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, believe me," she replied, smiling ruefully.

Harry returned the smile, looking around at all of the pubs, shops and hotels they had come upon during their walk. "Which is yours?" he asked, gesturing vaguely at the street.

"That one," Cho replied, pointing to a small building with three floors that was more of an inn than a hotel.

"I'll walk you to the door," Harry said, and they began making their way over. "I can help you with your wounds if you'd like. It doesn't look like you need the hospital—"

"NO!" Cho cried suddenly, making Harry take a small step back in alarm. Cho smoothed her tattered clothes. "I mean… no hospital, thank you." After a moment, she turned to him with a smile. "Wow, you know how to fight!"

Harry chuckled lightly. "I've been trained in defense since I was a small child," he replied.

"I would never have thought so looking at you," Cho said, though not unkindly. "You look like you're only about 5'6, and you're so thin! Still, appearances can truly be deceiving. Why were you trained?"

"Er…" Harry's eyes glazed over a bit, but he plastered a smile on his face immediately. "That's not important!" he cried cheerfully. "The important thing right now is to treat your injuries. Some of these look a bit nasty!"

Cho returned his smile, but she was looking at him oddly. "You're very kind. Thank you."

"Not at all," Harry replied, steering them into the small pharmacy adjacent to the hotel. Harry bought everything he would need for rudimentary first aid, and then went with Cho up to her hotel room. Once there, Harry cleaned out her wounds and bandaged them, placing butterfly bandages on some so that the skin would mend properly. Cho watched him work silently, not even complaining when he used disinfectant, even if it stung a bit.

"There you are," Harry said, standing up and dusting off his hands as though he'd been gardening. "Good as new." He looked down at his watch and frowned, thinking that Draco might be worried about him. "I'll have to go now—"

"Thanks, but…" Cho said, stopping him in his tracks. "Could you take me to get a spot of food first? I'm terribly hungry, and I'm afraid of going back out there alone."

Harry sighed and gave her a half smile. "Let's get something then," he agreed.

"Hang on a sec while I change!" Cho said, going to the wardrobe for a change of clothes and then disappearing into the bathroom. Harry waited, knowing that she couldn't go anywhere in her tattered clothing.

XxXxX

Harry rang the door to Draco's flat at long last, hoping that Draco wouldn't be angry with him. The guard already knew him and allowed him access without asking questions. Draco had not provided Harry with a spare key or a beeper for the controlled access point, despite them living together.

The door opened to allow Harry entrance, but Draco barely looked at him. He didn't comment on Harry getting home at 10:30 PM, either. Harry had gotten a bit carried away with talking to Cho while they dined, and then he'd had to walk her back to her hotel again. Harry was very tired, and all he wanted was a nice hot shower and then to collapse onto the sofa for a while. He gasped when a hand clamped onto his shoulder and turned him around.

Draco scanned him silently before frowning and lifting Harry's long, orange right sleeve. "Is this blood?" he asked, pointing at the bloodstains Harry hadn't noticed until then.

"It's not mine," Harry assured him, wondering if Draco was genuinely worried about him. Harry took a deep breath when Draco raised an eyebrow, saying nothing. "There was a girl who was almost raped in the park. I just happened to pass by when it was happening and I saved her, that's all."

Draco gave Harry a curious look. "You fought?" he asked.

Harry nodded, biting his lip nervously.

"You know how to fight?" Draco asked.

Harry felt his cheeks reddening. "Y-yes," he stammered.

Draco didn't ask anymore questions, allowing Harry's arm to fall back to his side and walking toward his office. Harry knew that the blonde would be up late writing more chapters of his new novel. Drained as he was, Harry dragged himself to the bathroom, removed his clothes, and got into the shower.

The novelist entered his office, but instead of going back to work in his chapters, he got online. He went to a general search engine and typed in: Harry James Potter. He waited for a bit, but when he got the answers to his inquiry, they were only general information on different Harrys, Jameses and Potters. He didn't get anything specific on the Harry who was living with him, but he had a strong suspicion that something dark lurked in Harry's past and it bothered him. Harry, for his part, kept dropping little hints, but not enough to lead anywhere. He'd mentioned that both of his parents were dead. He'd told Draco that he'd inherited quite a healthy sum from a godfather named Remus Lupin. He'd said that this godfather had been alive until he was fifteen. Obviously, this meant that the godfather and the parents hadn't died on the same day, but Draco wondered if the deaths were connected somehow. Tonight, Harry had unwittingly given Draco a new clue: Harry had been taught how to fight. The question now: Why? To defend himself? If so, from who?

Draco checked the time. It was 11:30 PM, but he knew that his live-in friend could still be awake. He went into the sitting room, made sure the young man who was lying in a tangled heap of linens on his couch was asleep, before standing there in contemplation for a few moments. He took his wireless phone into his office, closing the door behind him. Draco dialed a number from memory and then proceeded to impatiently wait for the recipient to pick up.

"Finnegan?" Draco said before the man had said so much as 'hello'. "It's me, Draco. I'm not having any particular problems." He listened for a moment. "It's about something else." He listened again, a frown on his face. "I'll pay you." Again, he listened. "No, I'll pay you because this a job. I want you to investigate the background of an eighteen-year-old named Harry James Potter." He listened again as the man asked a question. "No, I don't think he's a criminal, but I think he's hiding things from me that might have to do with the deaths of his parents and that of his godfather."

He listened for a moment again while the other man spoke. "No, unfortunately he's never told me their names. His godfather's name was some bloke called Remus Lupin. Do you think those two names will be enough; Harry James Potter and Remus Lupin?"

He listened again. "Thank you, I appreciate this." The man on the other end said something. "No. I already told you I'd pay you. You are a detective and I'll pay you because it is a job, Finnegan. Thanks." Draco sighed deeply as he pressed the END button to close the call. His old friend, Seamus, always wanted to do the job for free, but Draco wouldn't let him. His only hope was that Harry's past wouldn't be as bad as he feared, but usually his fears always came to fruition.

XxXxX

Bad Wizards was rehearsing all day because they had a concert at the nightclub in two days time, but Harry was taking too many breaks as he became distracted. Hermione even took to threatening to quit if Harry didn't start to take their rehearsals seriously, but K reminded her that she was under contract. He even went so far as to produce the papers she had signed upon joining the band. Still frustrated and huffing angrily, Hermione wordlessly returned to her synthesizing keyboard.

They'd been rehearsing for hours when Harry finally waved farewell to Ron and Hermione, happily making his escape. He desperately wanted to see Draco, and after the guard gave him access, he went up to the flat and rang the bell. After a moment with no reply, he rang again and waited. Becoming impatient, he began ringing the bell over and over until finally someone opened the door.

"What is your problem?" the fellow asked unpleasantly, staring at Harry.

"Draco! Did you darken your hair?" Harry asked a bit stupidly.

The young man in the doorway began laughing. "Name's Colin," he said after a moment. "I'm Draco's younger brother. You must be the Great and Revered Harry. Pansy's told me all about you. Come on in!" Colin smiled mischievously, looking Harry up and down as the young man entered. "I was watching some Griffin Power videos. Are they yours?"

"Yes," Harry replied. "Where's Draco?"

Colin shrugged, moving back toward the living room. "Wanna watch the videos with me?"

"Sure!" Harry enthused, bouncing after Colin into the living room and throwing himself on the sofa. He never got tired of watching Sirius sing. Soon enough, both boys were watching one of Griffin Power's more memorable concerts. "Don't you just love the way Sirius sings this song?" Harry asked with dreamy eyes.

"Yeah," Colin agreed. "But I like the next song better because he takes off his shirt!"

"You have great taste!" Harry cried, grabbing Colin's hands.

"You too!" Colin returned. "I remember, I cried when they broke up."

"Me too! Ron made fun of me for days!"

"Who's Ron?" Colin asked curiously.

"My best friend," Harry replied. "We were still in Hogwarts High School when Griffin Power announced that they were splitting up."

Both boys continued to watch the video, but after a while, Colin started to stare at Harry. "You know," he said. "There's a resemblance between you and Sirius." He studied Sirius on the TV screen, and then looked at Harry again, studying him.

Harry looked at Colin. "Do you really think so? I copied the hairstyle with the red highlights he had for a while, see?" He pointed to his messy mane of black hair with fluorescent red highlights.

"It's true. You resemble him a lot: the frame of your face, even if your build is a bit smaller. You… do you use the same cologne Sirius mentioned using in all those interviews?"

Harry looked exceedingly proud of himself. "Yup! The same cologne, the same shampoo, the same lotions, the same soap—" He was cut off when Colin leaned over him, smelling him. "Er, Colin?" Harry asked, taken aback. "What are you doing?"

Colin suddenly hugged him, causing them both to fall from the sofa onto the floor. "You smell like Sirius! Do you taste like him too? I want to taste you!"

"Stop it, Colin!" Harry cried in alarm. "Stop!"

"Just call me Draco if you want, and I'll call you Sirius!" Colin exclaimed. "Sirius! My honey!" He started groping Harry, pinning the young man to the floor and kissing him. Harry was thrashing under Colin, trying to dislodge him. Draco's younger brother became very still when a shadow fell over them. "Draco! I… erm… well, you see…"

Draco raised an eyebrow and spoke expressionlessly. "Oh, you don't have to stop just because of little old me." He gestured vaguely with a hand. "Please continue. It's most… amusing."

Colin got off of Harry, even helping him into a sitting position on the floor. "Sorry," he muttered to his older brother, not looking into the man's gray eyes.

Draco was regarding Colin coldly. "You enter my flat without permission and proceed to take advantage of my house guest," he said. "I find that very interesting. Don't you, Colin?"

"I was just playing with him," Colin protested weakly. "I wasn't going to hurt him, really!"

"Why are you here?" Draco asked, sitting on the sofa and preparing to light a cigarette. "Just how did you get in here, anyway?"

Colin stood up and helped a silent and slightly trembling Harry to do the same. "I got a key from one of your ex-lovers. She gave it back to me, though I know most of your exes kept their keys."

Harry felt a sudden wave of hurt. Draco had never given him a key, and yet Colin was saying that all of Draco's ex-lovers had keys. He tried to ignore the painful truth nagging at him while Colin went on obliviously.

"And I'm here because… she escaped."

"From home?" Draco asked.

"Yes. She escaped from her nice, cozy home in Ireland and they believe she might be in the country looking for you."

"I need a shot of something strong," Draco muttered, getting to his feet and going into the kitchen.

"Who's 'she'?" Harry asked.

"This is her," Colin replied, showing Harry a picture.

"I've seen her!" Harry exclaimed, drawing Draco back out of the kitchen immediately. "I even know where she's staying!"

Draco and Colin looked at each other, both very surprised.

XxXxX

Harry went to the hotel with Colin to look for Cho Chang. She was in her room after having spent several fruitless hours searching for her fiancé. The moment she laid eyes on Colin, she gasped. "Colin! Where's Draco! I've been looking everywhere for him!"

Harry felt as though he'd just been run through with a very sharp arrow. All the while, he'd been thinking that Colin was Cho's fiancé, but now he realized how wrong he'd been. Cho Chang had been looking for Draco Malfoy. Why had the blonde hidden the fact that he had an arranged marriage? Harry didn't understand it, though he took courage still, even though he was crumbling inside. "So, Cho," he said offhandedly. "Would you like us to take you to Draco?"

"Yes, please!" Cho cried, grabbing her purse from the table by the door. "Oh, Harry, what a coincidence that you know him!" She looked very excited.

"Oh," Harry said, looking distraught. "Yeah. He tried on a smile, but it felt wrong, so he let it drop off his face.

Colin looked at him sadly. Pansy had told him that Harry was his brother's lover. Colin knew that this sudden truth had to be very hard for the young singer to accept.

An hour later, Harry, Colin and Cho were in front of Draco's flat ringing the bell politely, rather than using Colin's spare key. Draco opened the door, his eyes going from Colin to Harry and then to Cho. He grabbed Cho by the hand and pulled her into the flat. "Both of you can leave now," he said, shutting the door in Harry and Colin's faces.

A while later, Harry and Colin were still walking together. Draco's younger brother seemed honestly concerned. "Are you sure you're alright? For a second I though that you and Cho were going to get into a cat fight." He laughed bitterly.

"I'll be fine," Harry said with a weak smile. "I guess I was never good enough for him. I can't compete with a girl, especially one he's engaged to. This is the end."

"Do you really believe you can't compete just because you're not a girl?" Colin asked.

Harry nodded.

Colin lifted the green-eyed boy's chin gently. "So you're just going to give up? Just like that? You're just the same as her, you know. Being a guy doesn't make you any less."

Colin walked away, leaving a shocked Harry to his thoughts. Harry was completely unsettled by the whole situation, and he truly believed that he'd be sleeping in Ron's flat again from that night on. He walked slowly toward Ron's torturing himself with thoughts of what Draco and Cho could be up to. Perhaps she was better in bed than he was.

Cho wasn't the only thing bothering him, though. There was that other little detail he'd learned, the detail about the keys. It seemed that every one of Draco's female lovers had always had easy access to his flat. Why hadn't Draco given Harry a key as well? Harry thought that Colin was wrong, however optimistic he was. It was obvious that he was less important to Draco than all of the girls who had crossed his path.

XxXxX

That night, Draco shared a quiet dinner with Cho at his flat. The girl asked him why he hadn't shown up for any of the family meetings in Ireland to discuss the arrangement, and other things, but Draco kept silent the whole time. Cho spoke for a long time before falling silent to wait for a reply from the man she'd fallen for, even if the marriage had been arranged.

When Draco finally spoke, he definitely didn't say what Cho wanted to hear. In fact, she was horrified when he bluntly said, "Harry and I are living together."

"As roommates?" Cho asked with a comprehending smile. She was starting to believe that that was how Harry knew Draco, because they were roommates.

"No," Draco said, puffing calmly on his cigarette. "We're more than roommates. There's sex involved." He didn't even glance at the startled Asian girl.

XxXxX

Harry was rehearsing with none of his usual spirit. He sang the song with no emotion, and everyone noticed. Hermione went berserk. "What is wrong with you?" she raged at him. "You know we have a concert tomorrow!"

Ron calmed her with a gesture, shaking his head. After Harry had showed up at his flat, Ron had made him tell him everything. The redhead now turned to his best friend. "Harry, you can't let your personal problems interfere. Can you try not to think about it?"

The manager intervened at that point. "Remember that your fans don't know whether you're happy or miserable. You're job is to please them, so in this case, ignorance is bliss. Is that clear?"

Harry nodded, suddenly acting very cheerful, though it was fake cheer. Ever since he was a child, he'd been faking happiness. It was a mask he wore, a shield, and he had used his smile to cover his inner grief. "Let's get to it!" he cried enthusiastically.

"That's better!" Hermione exclaimed, starting to play along with Ron. Everything was going rather well, until the door was opened forcefully. Harry stopped singing, and Ron and Hermione stopped playing, all of them looking toward the door.

A furious looking Asian girl stormed in, her long black hair swinging behind her. She walked toward Harry, slapping him hard once she'd reached him. "How dare you mock me that way?" she demanded. She mimicked a very annoying voice. "Look at the stupid little bitch who doesn't know I'm fucking her fiancé!" She switched back to her normal voice, speaking very quickly. "Here I was thinking how you were one of the nicest boys I'd ever met, and that's what you were thinking the whole time! Well, fuck you, Harry! You stay away from Draco because he's my fiancé and we are getting married! Don't you dare think for a minute that I'm going to give up that easily and let you have him!" She slapped Harry again before storming out of the studio.

Neville was blinking owlishly in disbelief, Ron was gaping stupidly, K had covered his eyes with his left hand and Hermione had started packing her things. "That's it!" she announced. "I definitely quit! You're all completely insane!" She started walking away, but K immediately opened his briefcase and waved some signed contracts in the girl's direction, smirking at her. "Shit," she muttered in response.

XxXxX

The day of concert dawned gray and wet. Harry had to go to an interview, of which he'd told no one, which concerned his past, which not even Ron knew much about. He'd received a call the previous night from his lawyer, who said that he had to meet him and a social worker in the morning. It'd been a while since he'd heard from his lawyer and he wondered if it had something to do with his various properties. He was dressed in a black suit, with a white long sleeved shirt and black tie underneath, and black shoes. He looked like a man who worked for a salary, rather than his bouncy, childish, teenage self. He hated having to wear his 'penguin suit', as he called it, but he always did when he had to go to these meetings, which he despised.

Harry's morning only got worse when arrived at the meeting to find, not only a social worker and his lawyer, but also another man. This man had gray hair, was covered with scars, and one of his eyes was white. He'd probably been blinded while on a case.

"This is an inspector who works for me, Mr. Potter," his lawyer informed him, gesturing to the scarred man. "His name is Alastor Moody. He's uncovered some information that could point to a serious problem. Tom Riddle has once again been sighted in England."

Harry paled considerably. He didn't want to know something like that, especially when he had a concert in just a few hours. "Have the police been able to find him?" he asked with a trembling voice.

"Unfortunately, no," Moody replied. "Even if they did find him, there's no proof that he was the assassin who killed your parents and godfather."

The lawyer was looking at Harry with concern. "Mr. Potter, there is a program—"

"NO!" Harry exclaimed abruptly, cutting him off. "I've already told you that I'm not going into hiding! I want to live a normal life!"

The social worker was taking notes of their meeting and observing Harry's reactions. She opened her mouth to say something, but the lawyer stopped her. "Don't worry, Ms. McGonagall." He turned to Harry. "That normal life that you crave so much could very well get you killed, Harry! Please try to understand!" The lawyer, whose name was Albus Dumbledore, had switched to the young man's first name because he truly cared for the teen. "We need you alive, Harry. I will let you go against my will today, as I have on previous occasions, but one of these days, I'll kidnap you if I must and send you into hiding abroad. I've always been your family's lawyer and councilor, and I don't want to see anything bad happen to you, my boy."

"Are we done here?" Harry asked harshly.

Dumbledore looked at Harry with weary eyes. "You may go."

"Thank you," Harry said stiffly, feeling devastated as he closed the door behind him. Things were getting complicated much sooner than he'd expected. The last he'd heard, Tom Riddle had been in Canada, but apparently, he'd returned home to finish his job at last.

Harry went out into the cold, wet day, getting drenched almost as soon as he was outside. He lost track of the time, and when he glanced at his watch, he cursed fluently. He flagged a taxi and told the driving to take him to a nightclub called Rumbling Madness. He buried his face in his hands miserably, not caring that he was soaked to the bone or that he wasn't dressed properly to sing in a concert.

Harry paid the driver and opened the door before the taxi even stopped moving, getting out into the downpour. He jogged into the nightclub, where the two big guards, who seemed to recognize him, escorted him to the green room. Ron and Hermione looked horrified when they saw him.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Ron asked. He was wearing all black, his black jacket covered with little white skulls. "And why are you all wet?"

Hermione, who was wearing a long sleeved yellow top that showed off her shoulders, a short black leather skirt and long black boots, was glaring at Harry angrily. She actually looked like a girl for once, but Harry hardly noticed.

"I had a meeting," he muttered now. "Sorry."

"A meeting?" Ron asked. "What are you, an executive or something? Have you lost your mind?" It was too late to do anything, though. It was time to go onstage. "Lose the jacket and tie, and for God's sake, untuck your shirt!"

Harry quickly took off his jacket and tie, letting them drop to the floor, and then untucked his white shirt, opening the buttons. Ron blanched when he realized that Harry didn't have anything under the white shirt, though he'd suspected as much when he'd seen the way the shirt was sticking to Harry's pale, hairless skin.

When Harry went out on stage, many girls screamed and cheered, holding their hands out to him. Harry didn't understand why, but the truth was that the fangirls loved the sight of a wet, bare-chested Harry. Thinking that perhaps the girls thought it was some bazaar new fashion trend, Harry started preparing the mic, but he went pale again quickly.

Ron cursed under his breath when he found the reason; Draco and Cho were leaning against a wall at the far back of the club. "Don't let it get to you," he whispered frantically to Harry.

"I won't," Harry whispered back. "Just start playing already."

Harry sang forcefully when the song began. Inside his head, he saw flashes of Tom Riddle, of his passionate nights in Draco's arms, of Draco's cold indifference towards him, of having a nice time with Sirius. Even with these jumbles of memories and emotions in his head, Harry poured his heart into the song as best he could. Halfway through the song, however, Harry abruptly stopped singing and yelled into the microphone, "DRACO BELONGS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Hermione cringed behind her keyboard and Ron stopped playing, trying to swallow his incredulity at what Harry had just done.

Cho turned horrified eyes to Draco, who was smirking and looking amused. He shouted loud enough for his voice to carry to the stage, "So I belong to you, do I?"

The nightclub's public was cheering, some fans asking who Draco was, but all was forgotten when Harry gave his band a cue and finished the song. He'd felt like a caged bird before, but now his spirit was soaring and free. He wasn't going to give up.

After the concert ended, Cho was sobbing uncontrollably, Ron attempting to calm her. Even though they'd only just formally met, Ron took Cho to get something to eat. Cho, who was binging on everything served, suddenly blurted, "I can't believe I've lost! Draco's never looked at me the way he was looking at Harry tonight! Never! It's obvious that he prefers Harry over me!" Ron felt extremely awkward staring at the depressed girl sobbing across from him.

K gave Hermione and Neville a ride home. He would have taken Harry as well, but when he'd offered, Draco said he would take Harry home. Harry couldn't believe his ears, but as confused as he was, he ended up in the novelist's car.

"Are you all right?" Draco asked, watching the road.

"Just a little disoriented," Harry replied, looking out of his window.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Draco asked. "And why are you holding a jacket and tie?"

Harry played with said tie a bit. "I felt like singing dressed like this," he replied, lowering his head and continuing to fumble with the tie.

"You are a very bad liar, Harry," Draco informed him, but he stopped questioning him.

"Why are we going to your flat?" Harry asked when he realized where Draco was headed.

"Have you already forgotten that you live with me?" Draco replied sarcastically. "All of your rubbish is in my flat." He spoke like a man explaining that two plus two equals four.

The rest of the ride was silent, but once they'd entered the flat, Draco surprised Harry by placing his hands on the teen's shoulders. "So I belong to you, do I?" he asked in a playful tone that made Harry flinch.

"I didn't mean… I… That was very stupid of me," Harry stammered, lowering his head. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Draco said seriously. "I'll belong to you then. I'll officially be your lover from now on. If that's all right with you, of course."

Harry stared into Draco's eyes speechlessly.

Draco approached him and escorted him into the bedroom. "You do look quite charming tonight, Harry," he said.

Harry closed his eyes, a soft smile lighting his face. He trusted this blonde man completely.

Thanks to: doxie - You made me laugh. / lovenotknown / Lady-LunaPotter - Yeah, Harry is terrible in this fic, but believe me, the original character I based Harry on is worse, much worse. Hope you liked Harry a little better in this chap. / darth sakura - Thanks! And yes, this follows the anime. / a hard to plz person - Wow... And you gave me a review even though you rarely do so. -blush- / dea puella / Bibilein - There will be. You might like the beginning of the new chapter we are working on. / Yuki the Rat - glad you like it. The little changes will keep entering as you can see in this chap. / miss brownie / hippogrifflvr / Kika

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