Marvalo couldn't take his mind off it. He didn't believe he'd ever be able to. Harry was all he could think about. Five crumpled parchments sat in the waste bin as he sat at his desk, attempting to write a letter. He walked over to the bed, assuming it was futile to even try. Even though Harry had been gone for three weeks, his magic lingered, clinging to the walls and every object as if it could never be removed.

If he couldn't work, he figured the least he could do was get some much-needed rest. He closed his eyes and sank deeper into the mattress. He gradually felt the tension bleed away as he shifted and rolled over to find a more comfortable position.

Drifting off slowly he pulled the blankets up in a haze and then suddenly-

"Come for me, Marvalo," Harry whispers hoarsely, and for the first time in decades, the Dark Lord obeys, his hips bucking as he releases into his pants. The sticky wetness-

He jumps straight up in bed. He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe it. He was a HARD. Like a horny teenager merlin.

He sat uncomfortably hunched up in embarrassment, pulling his pajamas down to his knees. He knows he won't be able to sleep if he doesn't respond now. He's got a quidditch match to go to. He's excited to see the minx that's been plaguing his thoughts.

By his standards, it was over pretty quickly. Already hard and panting, all he had to do was jerk himself a couple of times and he was whimpering into his hands. With what little dignity he had left, he pulled up his pants and made his way to the bathroom, hygiene being important after all.

He climbed back into bed, curled up in the blankets, and fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted from his earlier activities.

He sighs into the comforter of his bed as he wakes up with bleary eyes, wondering why they keep quidditch matches so early in the morning. He quickly gets dressed after slipping out of bed, his excitement to meet Harry overshadowing his sleepiness, and goes about choosing an outfit.

After all, he had to support his old house, so green was incorporated into his usual palette of blue and black. As he strokes the green silk tie, he thinks to himself, "Good lord." He's getting ready to leave, running his hand through his hair.

He walked into his study, threw in some floo powder, and strode forward after saying "Malfoy manor" aloud.

"Good morning, my lord," Lucius said, bowing.

As Lucius said goodbye to Narcissa, who wasn't coming to the game, he waved his hand indulgently and waited with a grin.

They left together, flooring into Hogmead, and walked the length of the castle; the stands were a long walk, and he and Lucius discussed their weekend plans. Because Harry hadn't said yes yet, the contract for the courtship was still on hold.

He was confident, however, that Harry would accept. He was sure to squeal with delight when he received his Valentine's Day gift. He hoped for the best.

As they sat down in their seats, they spoke with Severus, who was telling them about the boys' progress in potions with his trademark scowl. As he heard Marvalo speak, Mad-Eye Moody sat a little straighter, and he couldn't help but smile smugly.

The game was about to start, so everyone quieted down their chatter and waited for the players to be announced; after all, it was the first game of the season.

The Gryffindor team was first, as usual, and he was annoyed when he saw the Potter brat, who seemed a little too cocky for his liking.

The Slytherin team was then announced, and he and Lucius applauded each member.

And then-

The announcer yelled, "AND SLYTHERIN CHASER HADRIAN MALFOY, LOOKING FIT AS EVER MIGHT I ADD." At least Hogwarts appreciated his minx's beauty, he smirked. And they'd never see him at his most attractive when he underneath Marvalo-

Moving on. The game was fantastic, and Hadrian was a prodigy at quidditch. He'd never seen anyone so natural on a broom before. And, though he'd never admit it, his stomach dropped as the bluddgers came dangerously close to ripping off his beloved's head.

The game ended, and he watched Lucius' surprised expression as Harry spun Draco around. Harry didn't like touching people, but his actions seemed to be dictated by adrenaline at the moment.

He then hugged the blonde girl with all-seeing eyes. He didn't like how reverently she looked at Harry. He narrowed his eyes, but all he got in return was a smile. It made him feel more nervous than he wanted to admit.

Harry had a small frown on his face, which he didn't understand until it was replaced by a smile.

"Are you planning on staying for lunch?" Harry inquired, a smile on his face.

Marvalo tilted his head as Lucius nodded.

"Can I speak with you, Marvalo?" Harry asked quietly.

"Sure," he replied quietly, nodding toward the school.

They walked silently to the art room; he had hung Harry's painting in his office and often just stared at it; perhaps this was why he couldn't seem to finish anything.

When they got to the room, Harry took a deep breath and opened the door to let him in.

The room was warm and inviting. It had an easel on which Harry could paint. On one side of the room, there were piles of brown paper-covered canvases, and on the other, there were stacked canvases.

"Luna is a prophet," Harry blurted out.

"How do you know this harry?" Marvalo asked gently as he spun around to face him, staring in disbelief.

"she told me. she knew about us too Marvalo", Harry whispered. it was rare that prophets ever revealed themselves.

Harry said softly, "I need you to do something for me Marvalo." As he looked at Harry's worried expression, his frown softened.

"Anything darling," he said, his voice cracking.

"Luna said you need a cleansing ritual, she said if you don't agree the darkness will consume you," Harry said. Marvalo stared in disbelief; he could never agree to such an amateurish ritual.

"She said if you don't agree, she'll take me away from you," Harry said, his eyes welling up with tears. Now that changed things entirely. Harry meant a lot to him, and he couldn't just abandon him. It was just an inconsequential ritual in the first place. Harry would be there as well of course.

"I'll have questions... you understand," Marvalo murmured, jolting Harry from his trance.

"But you'll do it," Harry replied, his smile returning.

"I'd do anything for you, Harry."