Battered and bruised
Broken confused
It's time we both knew
Can't stop what I started

DHDHDH

"Oh. G-od."

"Yes, I am God."

Harry smiled as he tipped his head back against the pillows on the bed. Draco's fingers continued to drag on, his fingers lazily moving up and down across his hard, very hard dick. Harry sucked his breath in when the blond's finger slid across the slit and held it there for about two seconds. Two seconds to long, Harry thought. Harry bit his bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut momentarily before opening them to shoot Draco a glare. "Get on with it, will you? Bloody hell." Draco smirked, muttered something about Harry being impatient – something Harry really didn't care about at the moment.

All he cared about now was the sensation when Draco's fingers were replaced.

With his hot, tight, wet mouth.

Draco didn't keep it there very long. He only bobbed his head up and down a few times, got Harry's hopes up and then released, Harry's member popping out from between the blond's luscious lips and leaving Harry on the brink all over again. "Gods, Draco, I hate you sometimes." Draco slid up Harry's body until their bodies were aligned, Draco's forehead pressed against his lover's and his lower body grinded slowly and teasingly into Harry's. "Yeah, but, you love me all the time."

"You're such a prat."

"A hot prat."

"Mmm, I suppose."

Their lips met for a few split seconds and Harry momentarily was relieved from Draco's incessant grinding as he stopped to put everything he had into kissing Harry's breath out of his body. When Draco pulled back they were both breathing hard, harder than before anyway, and both ready for a hot, rough night, like, now. Draco nudged his nose against Harry's, his eyes heavily lidded, pupils dilated and the calm, light blue that his eyes usually were was replaced with dark, swirling blue and silver. Lust. For Harry.

"I wanna be inside you."

"H-hurry up, then."

"Gods, you're such a slut, Harry."

"Your slut."

Draco smiled. His hands slid down Harry's sides, his legs until they reached his calves, where he took them and placed them on either side of his waist. Draco muttered something under his breath so that he was already lubed and ready. "Ready, Potter?" Harry smiled slightly and urged his hips upwards to let Draco know just how ready he was. Draco bit the lobe of Harry's ear, moved forward and –

Harry's eyes flew open to see Ron and Hermione staring curiously at him. Harry was very, very glad that his books were sitting on his lap. Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Are you alright, Harry?" Harry didn't answer. He hadn't made…noises while he had been asleep, had he? Ron quickly nodded, his curiosity turning into concern. "Yeah, you were moaning and stuff. Bad dream?" Harry shook his head. Harry hadn't had a bad dream since Voldemort had been destroyed, which led to a whole other bin of apples. Like, how, a lot of people had died. A lot of friends had died.

And how Malfoy had helped with the whole thing.

Yeah, Malfoy equaling good, hadn't been on anyone's agenda.

Not even his own father's, who was dead now.

But that's a long story. The war had been a…well, a war. It had been hard, long, and bloody. No one talked about it, not unless they had to and everyone tried to forget that friends and family had actually died. It was hard. But, there was the silver lining – The Dark Lord was gone. Forever this time. Not just temporarily – forever. Now people could sleep in their beds soundly without having to worry what was going to happen while they were sleeping.

But…Draco had helped.

Had helped Harry, which was surprising in itself.

It had been Hermione, Ron and himself. It had been rainy, which had been strange seeing as it had been sunny and bright earlier, and the three had managed to stay together through all the fighting, blurred vision and screams of horror. They had all helped each other and watched the other's backs. They all had gotten cut, scarred and bruised when they had expected that none of them were actually, you know, going to actually make it through. And, they might not have if it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of Malfoy.

At first, they had been ready to blow his head off.

Well, ok, not blow his head off but you get the picture.

With a loud "look out", the three of them had ducked and Malfoy busied himself with killing one of Voldemort's minions that had been standing directly behind them ready to blow their heads off and finish the fight. They had still been weary, obviously, about trusting Malfoy enough to let them in on their group but, for some unknown reason, Hermione had forced them too. She had practically grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled them into the group. Harry still didn't know why, exactly, she did it. Maybe it was just a woman's instinct or maybe she had always known something that they didn't.

Either way, Harry was glad that they had taken him.

By the end Ron had been lying on the ground unconscious. Hermione had been kneeling over his pale, bloody body silently crying. She was strong. She wouldn't have allowed herself to cry out loud. His wet head had been lying almost lifelessly in her lap and it hadn't been a good feeling that Harry had felt where his heart was located. And, if it hadn't been for their combined power, his and Malfoy's, Voldemort would probably still be alive and Harry would probably be dead.

Harry didn't know what happened.

Malfoy probably didn't either.

And, to Harry, it didn't matter.

They had both shouted the killing curse at a laughing Voldemort, he was getting more and more insane as the minutes progressed, and the light from their wands had…combined. Or something. Either way, the power had definitely gotten rid of Voldemort. As soon as he was gone the rain stopped, the sun was back and the sky was a light blue. The ground, however, was not such a blessed sight. Wet, muddy, fully of dead bodies. Or bodies that would die with time. Draco had practically disappeared after that and Harry hadn't seen him for a few weeks after the battle. Nothing was said in the paper about how The Dark Lord was killed and Harry guessed Draco didn't tell.

Harry didn't either.

They had just left it at that.

And no one discussed anything.

And everyone tried to resume a normal life and, so far, it was kind of working. All their close friends were alive still. Ginny, Neville, Fred and George, and Seamus. A lot of the Slytherin's were no longer Slytherins. A lot of them disappeared after the fight and Harry would be lying if he said that he wasn't happy about that. Draco Malfoy was still here though. And doing ungodly things to Harry's mind. Harry quickly offered a reassuring smiled in their direction.

"I'm fine, guys, really."

'I. Must. Get. To. Bathroom.'

'A cold shower would be nice too.'

DHDHDH

The rest of the ride Harry made sure to not fall asleep. The first hour, after Harry woke up, had been filled with him and Ron playing random, pointless games. That is, until Hermione demanded that he pay at least some attention to her. They had recently started going out. Well, not exactly going out per say but Hermione had been tolerating him a lot more since the war. Not to mention, they always stared at each other with these disgusting little smiles and, sometimes, they'd touch when it was absolutely unnecessary. Little touches on the shoulder, the brushing of hands. Harry shook his head.

God, get a broom closet already.

A moment later the door slid open to reveal none other then Malfoy.

'Fucking hell. NO.'

"Oh, Draco…hi."

Ron looked at Hermione like she was on crack. Ron had been unconscious for the whole 'Draco helping Harry save the world' thing, even though they had told him about it. He didn't want to believe them, though, for some reason. Draco looked the same as usual except more…tired. There were light gray bags under his shocking blue eyes. Except…they weren't so shocking anymore. They were dull, tortured and maybe…lonely? Harry mentally slapped himself. There was no need to feel like this about Malfoy – not when he was wide awake. Harry cleared his throat.

"H-hey."

How come Malfoy hadn't look this tired in Diagon Ally that day?

Maybe he had been too busy paying attention to Malfoy's hair to notice. Yeah, that must be it. Malfoy shifted uncomfortably at the door, his teeth chewed at his delicate bottom lip. His soft bottom lip. At least…they had been incredibly soft in his dreams…and not only had they been soft. They had been torturing. Harry mentally slapped himself again. 'STOP, dammit.'

"Mind if I sit in here?"

Hermione quickly shook her head.

"Of course not. C'mon in."

Harry hadn't heard much but he knew Pansy was still alive. And he had thought she was still going to be attending Hogwarts. Maybe she wasn't. If so, then Draco was probably pretty much alone except for Blaise. Crabbe and Goyal, he had heard, had been transferred to Durmstrange. Maybe Pansy had too. Probably – their parents had probably been royally pissed when they realized Dumbledore was still alive and well enough to continue running Hogwarts.

The blond shuffled in and sat down in the only available seat.

The seat next to Harry.

Swallowing, Harry quickly moved over a bit to allow the Slytherin to have a little bit more room. The four were silent for a moment. Malfoy was, surprisingly, the first to speak. "Thanks." Harry had never heard Malfoy say 'thanks' for anything. At least, not sarcastically. Hermione quickly nodded and offered him a huge, bright friendly smile. Harry then decided that the reason Hermione had dragged Draco into their group that day was because she knew something that him and Ron hadn't.

She had known he wasn't so bad after all.

DHDHDH

It had been an hour.

A long, dull, silent hour.

Hermione would bring up conversation with Malfoy but, in minutes it would drop in the snap of someone's fingers. It wasn't that Malfoy was being rude, per say…just not really talkative. At all. Ron hasn't tried at all and, to be honest, neither as Harry but…c'mon! What do you expect of him? After all those disturbing dreams about the Slytherin? There was no way he was opening his mouth anywhere near the blond. It might end up in places it has no right to be.

Whatever was going on…

It'd stay in his head.

Harry nearly went into cardiac arrest when Ron, YES RON, actually spoke to Malfoy. He spoke to Malfoy in a confined manner. HE SPOKE TO MALOY.

"Eh…wanna…play a game of chess?"

OMG!

WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON?

Hermione was as equally shocked. Harry was…he was surprised he wasn't rolling around on the compartment floor gagging and, possibly, dying. Harry looked over at Hermione for some kind of…help but she only shrugged her shoulders, smiled at Ron in admiration and nodded her head. "That's a good idea, Ronald." She turned to Draco with the same, small smile. "I've heard you're excellent at Chess." Ron suddenly frowned and muttered a, "Not as good as me…" under his breath to which Malfoy responded with a smirk and a "Oh, really?" in response.

Harry dying.

First, what happened to Ron?

Second, that was the first facial expression Malfoy had made the entire time.

Thirdly, OMG WHAT THE HELL?

Harry ran his hand furiously through his hair in confusion and turmoil. He was completely and utterly lost. He had no idea what the hell was happening. And he hated not know what was going on. Especially when it involved things like Ron actually asking Malfoy to play chess with him. Suddenly, something clicked in Harry's mind. It must be because Ron wants to impress Hermione with his 'I can be nice to naughty, dirty Slytherin's Hermione! Shag me now!' act.

Yes, that must be it.

At least, Harry hoped so.

Or maybe he was going crazy.

Or maybe it was just a dream.

Or maybe it was because Ron actually acknowledged that Malfoy had some part in saving his life.

Oy.

DHDHDH

Lyrics: From 'By The Way' by Hinder.