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A loud pounding was what broke through Harry's consciousness. When he tried to cover his ears he noticed that he was trapped beneath a slightly larger body than his own. /Draco.../
"Harry! Open this door! What's going on in there?"
Harry groaned silently to himself, while wrapping his arms around Draco's chest. He really didn't want to, but they both had to face the music. /...I don't want to get up.../ Draco heard Harry whine in his head.
"Harry!" The banging continued, but the locked door still kept her out.
/I know/ But Harry just buried his head further down, ignoring the mild ache at his throat.
"What?" Harry moaned.
"What! Open this door!"
"I don't want to!"
Draco grinned slightly. "We'll be out in a minute!" He said loud enough to be heard over the racket.
He heard some arguing behind the door before there was a forced "Fine".
/What/ Harry started to protest.
/You know that we're going to have to go out there at some point, Arris/
/I know... I just want to be able to enjoy the morning after... not go back to arguing with my mom/
/We will have more mornings./
/Are you so sure/ Harry was starting to remember his dreams. Were they true?
"There will always be more mornings..." Draco whispered, kissing Harry's lips before he pulled away. He climbed out the bed to get dressed.
Harry laid back on his pillow to watch. He felt different. It was like... a calmness. A feeling of strength that he hadn't had previously. Even stronger than Harry felt the first time he exchanged blood with Draco. He liked it... he liked it a lot.
/I know./ Harry realized that Draco had stopped to watch him back, smirking. /Going to start preening in front of the mirror again, Arris/
Harry chewed lightly on his bottom lip. /Do I look different again/
/You could say th/ Draco started, but he was stopped when, once again Lily called for them. He grabbed Harry's hand, and pulled him off the blanket.
/Should we clean this first/ Harry asked Draco after he pulled back on his pants. Harry instantly put his arms around Draco's waist, tracing his back.
Draco looked back and saw the mess they had made of the bed. It was a good thing Lily never got in the room; the sheets were stained dark red in some places where they had been white. /We need to make a trip to the bathroom anyway. We'll toss out the sheets and bedspread. I'll get the mattress and everything replaced, later. We just need to cover it for now./
Harry was silent as he held Draco tighter. /why can't she leave us alone? This is still new to me.../
/She loves you. She worries, as I would./
When Harry and Draco finally made it out the room, they left the room window open then locked the door from the outside.
To Lily's disappointment, she next heard the bathroom door being shut and locked.
"This has to stop." She left James on the couch where he had found his favorite TV Show.
"Harry can take care of himself, Lily." He said to himself. James knew that she would calm down eventually; she just worried way too much sometimes.
Instead of the hall restroom, Lily first headed for the closet. /Nice try boys/ she thought as she took out a wire hanger. Lily bent it strait as she walked back to bathroom; she forced the wire into the knob, unlocking it. But she wasn't prepared for what she saw in the bathroom.
The first thing she noticed, aside from her son in the nude, straddling HIS lap, was the large tattoo that covered his back.
"Harry!" She tried to pull him away from Draco, but Harry refused to release the other.
Harry tried to cover his neck where Draco had just been feeding by ducking his head, but Lily saw it.
"What's going on here!" She couldn't believe that she almost liked him, that she had let him get close to her son.
"You didn't have to let me get close to him, mom! I want him! God, mother, you can't understand how much I want him. I love him." Harry turned his head around so he could see her. Draco reached around Harry's waist so he could cover the both of them with a towel. He didn't want anybody looking at Harry's body, but him. Not even his mother.
"Want him! How could you want someone who hurts you Harry! You are bleeding. And Love? You're too young to know what love feels like; you're barely seventeen for heaven's sake! This is lust, Harry, nothing more than lust and pain. He is sick for doing this to you!"
"Sick! I did the same to him last night!" Harry argued back. "Am I sick?"
"It's him. He's doing this to you." Lily whispered to herself, terrified. How could Harry...
"How can I? Just like I can do this." /Kiss me, Draco/ At that Harry, turned around and pulled Draco's short hair, to guide his mouth to his. He made sure she could see everything, as he inserted his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Draco willing went with it, holding on to Harry for dear life, oblivious to Lily holding her hand over her heart as she tried to breath.
"Harry! Harry, could you cool it for a second." Harry reluctantly pulled away at his father's voice. He looked up and saw his father looking at him with sympathy and no small amount sternness. Harry looked away, feeling somewhat guilty. He hadn't meant to make dad upset, just his mother mad... "You know that you just took things entirely too far, right?" Harry reluctantly nodded. "Both me and Lily taught you better. We'll talk when you get out." James left, taking Lily with him. Harry could tell that both him and Draco had better come out soon, or else. Harry really hated disappointing his father; James always tried to be understanding with him, so Harry knew that if he was mad he had really done something wrong.
/Do I mess up everything Draco/ he asked quietly as he got off the blond vampire.
/What makes you think that, Arris./ He picked up the wet washcloth that he had placed on the counter earlier, and began cleaning Harry, then himself.
/My mother. And I had a dream about the both of us. I messed up then too. I don't know whether it was real or not; I don't know what I did, but I feel like everything was my fault./
/It wasn't. But, did you notice, you read your mother's mind./ Draco was changing the subject, but Harry didn't mind too much at the moment. He didn't really want to think about it.
Harry shook his head, perking up. /I did/ He let Draco pull his arms through the blue t-shirt that his lover had picked for him.
/Yeah./
/Neat./
Draco simply laughed slightly and guided Harry out to face the fire.
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AN: Useless Information: no, Lily did not technically pick the lock. Some door knobs just have a little hole on the other side. If you push in something thin and strong into it, lick a straitened wire hanger, the lock pops open. I think it's a failsafe, or something.
I am going to try and make thinks better for Lily, in case anybody was wandering.