A/N: So I'm finally back! All's well; Jenny woke up a week after the car accident. But instead of coming straight back, my friends and I all decided to hang out a bunch more, forcing my writing to the bottom of my priorities list. Over the past few weeks, I've been writing in the morning before going to school, so I havea couple chapters already written up. I'll be posting every Friday or Saturday from now on, hoorah!

And now that I'm back, I need to know if anyone would be willing to be my beta, I'd be ever-so appreciative if someone was…Anyway, here you go, sorry it took so long!

Also! I've redone all le previous chapters again...so yeah. Nothin' big has really changed, just spelling and whatnot. But now they're all improved-like.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or any of that jazz. Just le plot.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT in this chappie.

Chapter 11: See You in Hell… (Aiden)

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Harry woke up the next morning feeling one hundred percent better; it was practically a miracle. He stretched as he sat up, feeling the bones pop and crack in his back, stiff from him lying in bed all yesterday. He swung his legs over the side of his bed, immediately drawing his feet up from the cold floor.

Harry scrounged around his bed for his slippers, only coming up with a couple knuts and a stray shirt. Giving up, Harry quickly scurried from the dorm room to the bathroom, slipping off his boxers (his preferred nighttime garb) as he turned on a showerhead and stepped into the hot stream of water.

Harry sighed as his muscles relaxed under the pounding spray. As the Gryffindor lathered his body up with lavender body wash, he couldn't help but notice how painfully hard he was. Harry's hand loosely wrapped around his flesh, casually stroking.

Almost instantly thoughts of Draco filled his mind, most of them involving little to no clothing. If it was even possible, Harry got harder as the naughty thoughts of Draco swirled through his head. The pace of Harry's hand quickened and his grip strengthened.

Images of Draco continued to flash through his mind. Draco's aristocratic hand wrapped around Harry's cock. The heat of Draco's hand transforming into the heat of his mouth as Harry's fantasy changed to the blonde sucking him off. Harry could practically feel the pressure of Draco's tongue on the underside of his member.

The image then altered to Draco's tongue plunging into Harry's tight hole; his tongue swirling and curling as it kept a steady pace of thrusting into the Gryffindor's entrance. Harry's hand was pumping feverishly now, as his other hand crept in between his cheeks, a solitary finger slipping into his hole.

Harry's fantasy changed yet again. As Harry envisioned Draco pounding into him from behind, hips colliding against hips, lips and tongue against neck, hands to cock, Harry came long and hard; it took all his control to refrain from screaming as his climax hit.

Harry was left a panting and sweaty mess, supporting his weight against the wall in case his knees gave out. Realizing the others in the dorm would be getting up soon, Harry quickly washed himself (again, since he got distracted last time) and got out of the shower.

It was a good thing too, because only a few seconds after Harry had left the shower (also only a few seconds after washing his come off the wall) Ron stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the exact showerhead Harry had just used. Harry quickly left the bathroom and got ready at a startling fast speed, too ashamed of what he had just done, well more importantly who he had been thinking of while doing it, to stick around and wait for his best friend.

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Draco kept glancing at the entrance nervously and moved his eggs around on his plate, never really eating any, as he waited (and hoped) for Harry to walk in. Draco was worried about Harry still being sick, which would make it impossible for the blonde to see his boyfriend for yet another day.

As Draco unknowingly scooted his eggs from his plate to the table while staring at the doorway, Marcus squeezed his arm gently, snapping the boy out of his thoughts. "It's alright, Draco. I'm sure Harry will be healthier and come down for breakfast, and if not- well, I guess we won't have to worry about that." Draco was confused by his friend's statement, but when Marcus shifted his gaze from the young Malfoy to the entrance to the Great Hall, he had an inkling as to what was happening.

The Slytherin snapped his gaze back to the doors just in time to see Harry walk in, looking absolutely delectable. Draco's day just got a thousand times better. As Harry crossed the Great Hall, he met his boyfriend's gaze for a split second before averting his eyes to his friends at the Gryffindor table.

Draco quickly shoveled food into his mouth, now having some motive to get out of breakfast as early as possible. He gulped down the last of his eggs with a glass of pumpkin juice before jumping to his feet. His sudden movement caught the attention of a number of students, but Draco only cared about one set of eyes on him; Harry's.

The blonde inclined his head ever-so slightly before strutting out of the hall. Once in the corridors, Draco leaned up against a wall, waiting for Harry. A couple minutes later the Gryffindor stumbled out of the hall, eyes frantically searching for his boyfriend. Smirking slightly at how adorable Harry looked, Draco cleared his throat, bringing the other boy's eyes to him instantly.

Harry rushed over to Draco, grabbing his arm in a near death-grip, dragging him off to a secluded cove. The moment they were out of sight, Harry's lips crashed into Draco's. Lips parted, tongues collided, breath was mixed, moans were exchanged, hands found their way to the other's body, and bodies were pressed tightly together. After a few minutes, the two separated, but only at the mouth.

Harry stuck his head into the curve of Draco's neck as they both regained their breath. "Feeling better are we?" said Draco smugly. Draco felt Harry smile into his neck before he heard the brunet say, "Much." They stayed like that for a few minutes, in an air tight hug. Draco's hands were wrapped around Harry's middle as Harry rubbed soothing circles on Draco's back, it being the first time Harry had done so to an emotionally-stable Draco; the last times Harry rubbed the blonde's back was always during a mental breakdown of some sort.

"Thanks for the soup," Harry said, feeling both himself and his boyfriend relaxing completely into each other's embrace. "And you're right; it is nice to drink it out of the thermos lid. Though it was pretty strange to get a Muggle object from you. I didn't know your family had Muggle friends."

"Well, they're not Muggles, they just live a semi-Muggle lifestyle. They live in a Muggle neighborhood and all, but they use magic sometimes."

Draco placed a chaste kiss to the top of Harry's head as Harry began talking again. "It's still surprising, though. And you said something about finding out about the thermos during the summer; did you stay with them during the break?"

Harry felt the Slytherin instantly tense. "Umm…yeah, I did," Draco slipped out of the embrace. "Well, class is about to start, so we should get going." Draco gave Harry a quick peck on the lips before turning and leaving his boyfriend dazed and confused in the cove.

What just happened? The question was burning in Harry's mind as he rushed off to Transfiguration. And his next class was with the Hufflepuffs, so it seemed that Harry wouldn't even get a chance to talk to the blonde until lunch, if he could even manage to talk to him then.

Luckily, since exams were next week, it was a review day in Transfiguration, making it very easy for Harry to get lost in his thoughts without anyone noticing. Harry's thoughts mainly centered around his boyfriend, but he also thought a lot about the winter break coming up at the end of next week.

He actually had no clue where he was going for break. He thought he might go to Ron's; he was invited after all, but he thought he might stay at Hogwarts so he could sort through his many layers of mental and emotional problems. It would do him some good to have time to himself to figure things out.

Another factor was Draco. Harry didn't know if Draco would be staying at the school or going home for break. He added that to his mental note of things concerning Draco which included to ask him what's wrong, try to get him to talk about the summer, snog him senseless, and now ask him if he's staying at Hogwarts for winter break.

Harry's thoughts suddenly turned to his uncle's abuse and his cutting, but before he could get engulfed by all the dark emotions, Seamus shook him by the shoulder. "Harry? Harry, class is over. C'mon, we have Arithmancy next."

Harry nodded and bustled off to his next class where he continued thinking of none other than Draco. Finally, lunch came and Harry nearly ran straight to the Great Hall in order to find Draco as quickly as possible. The raven-haired boy stood outside the doors to the Great Hall for a few minutes, eyes darting wildly throughout the corridor, trying to spot his boyfriend.

And then he saw him. He walked swiftly up to Draco and locked eyes with him before turning on his heel dramatically and heading down a deserted hallway. Thankfully, Draco got the message and sauntered down the same hallway a few minutes later. As the blonde caught sight of Harry, he flashed a big, toothy smile.

"What's wrong," Harry asked immediately. He knew something was up; Draco hardly ever smiled, and even when he did smile, it was never a huge smile like that.

"What do you mean," Draco asked innocently. Harry rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Oh come on, you never smile like that!" A hint of flush crept up onto Draco's cheeks. Damnit, how come every time I'm around Harry I suck at masking my emotions. I mean, I'm a Malfoy for fuck's sake; I'm supposed to be able to hide my emotions easily!

Draco just sighed and dropped his fake smile, dragging a hand down his face in a gesture of complete despair. "I don't want to talk about it," the Slytherin said shortly.

Harry let concern reign his emotions as he continued to talk to his boyfriend. "What's wrong? Does it have something to do with before?" Draco looked at the raven-haired boy with confusion. "Before?"

"Yeah. Earlier we were talking and you tensed up when I brought up how you lived with your relatives during the sum- oh. The summer. I understand now." Harry was surprised and a bit ashamed that it took him so long to realize why Draco tensed up when Harry talked about the summer. Draco was nearly killed during the summer; of course he would freak out a bit every time it was mentioned.

Harry sighed and said, "Listen, Draco, I know your summer was the epitome of shittiness, but if you don't talk about it you're just going to bottle it up and you'll end up worse off." Silver eyes broke away from green ones, choosing to stare at the lovely floor tiles.

"I can't. I just…can't," Draco whispered out. Without another word, the blonde walked out of the hallway and into the Great Hall for lunch, leaving Harry alone, upset, and concerned in the corridor. With another great sigh, Harry shook himself in attempt to shake off all his nerves and emotions, and walked into the Great Hall.

As Harry made his way to the Gryffindor table, Dumbledore walked up to him; no twinkle could be seen in his eyes. "Harry, if you could please come with me; it's urgent." The green eyed boy, wondering what was going on, nodded quickly and followed the headmaster up to his office.

As they entered Dumbledore's room, Harry noticed that they weren't alone; Cornelius Fudge was also in the room. Dumbledore sat down in his chair with a heavy sigh and motioned for Harry to take the seat next to Fudge. With another sigh, the headmaster started to explain. "Harry m'boy, it seems that Mr. Fudge here is having conflicts with your location during the winter break."

"But I don't even know where I'm staying; how could he have a problem with that," Harry interrupted.

Yet another sigh. "Well…I can't do this. Fudge, if you want to tell Harry that's fine, but I simply cannot do it." Harry was getting more and more nervous during the whole meeting, but now he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and he didn't even know what was going on.

"Mr. Potter, as Minister of Magic, I feel that it is my duty to keep everyone out of harm's way. And I think your biggest threat right now is You-know-who and the Death Eaters. So, it seems fit for you to stay at the one place that guarantees your safety for the duration of the winter break." At this point Harry was shaking with nerves and Dumbledore's face was contorted with a suppressed rage.

"Mr. Potter, you will be staying at 4 Privet Drive with the Dursleys for winter break."