WARNING: MILD SEXUAL CONTENT. (May not be suitable for younger readers)

Chapter eight: Getting Physical

Sunlight filtered in through the window and bathed the room in light. Draco Malfoy groaned as the heated rays fell onto his face. He opened his eyes and groaned louder as the bright light attacked his eyes.

I should have known better than to take a dose of Dreamless sleep so late. He berated himself, blinking several times to get his eyes use to the light. He rolled on to his back and rubbed his eyes and lay still to let the grogginess pass.

After a few moments Draco's fuzzy mind cleared and he was suddenly aware of a warm hand on his chest and a heat source curled up to his side. He turned his head and his eyes widened. It was Harry.

Last night both he and Harry had made sure that they were strictly on their own sides. In fact, Draco was nearly falling off the edge of the bed before he had drifted off. Draco had never been one to move in his sleep, especially when sharing a bed with another person.

Draco moved his head to better asses the situation and was mildly relieved to see that he was still close to the edge of the bed on his side.

Ah, so Harry's a mover. He smirked mentally. But his mind was soon over taken by the beauty that is Harry Potter. Draco's features softened as he looked upon the sleeping boy.

His soft slightly-too-long black hair was sprawled out one his pillow, his face was set into a peaceful mask of slumber. A small smile played across his full, pink lips and he snuggled closer to Draco side. His skin glowed golden in the morning light and as Draco looked closer he saw a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of Harry's nose and noticed that his coal black eye lashes were white at the root.

The hand that was on Draco's chest was positioned in a way that told Draco that Harry had it round his shoulders and it moved when Draco switched his position.

Even asleep, you've got to protect everyone. Draco shook his head and when back to his observing of Harry. He watched as the raven-haired boy's eyes began to flicker under the lids as he came from a deep sleep into a light doze. Draco panicked.

What am I going to do? What do I saw when he wakes up to see us like this? What will he think? His heart began to pound against his ribs. He thought about pretending to be asleep but it felt too childish. I'll just wait and we'll talk about it. He finally decided just in time.

Harry gave a jaw cracking yawn and opened his eyes and Draco lost all ability at coherent thought.

Harry's green eyes practically glowed. They looked refreshed and were sparkling, like two perfect emeralds set into a face of gold. Draco was breathless, speechless and any other kind of –less that involved gaping like an idiot.

Harry looked confused. His dark eyebrows lowered making his eyes brighter. Draco felt all his blood move south as Harry slid his hand across Draco's chest closer to his own that was still pressed against Draco's side.

"Draco?" Harry asked his voice low and husky from sleep, Draco just omitted a straggled moan. Harry furrowed brow deepened. "Are you ok?" He asked.

Draco quickly clapped his mouth shut, succeeding in biting his tongue which had been hanging out of his mouth. He yelped in pain and then left a string of curses behind him as he rushed over to Harry's wardrobe to check out the damage. Luckily, there were just a set of teeth marks but other than that, no harm done.

He turned around and found Harry now sitting up in bed looking at him.

"Are you ok?" He asked again.

"Uh, Y-yeah I'm fine, Harry." He said throwing him a charming smile. Harry just nodded and stretched, sending his white shirt-which he had cut to make it a better length- rising up revealing his abs. Draco, clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle another moan.

Why does he have to be so bloody gorgeous! He cried mental and turning his back to Harry. He turned back around when he heard Harry gasp.

"Oh Merlin, Draco I'm so sorry." Harry said chagrined. The blonde boy turned around. Harry was staring at his hands in the middle of the bed his ears a light pink. "I don't usually move in my sleep, but I've never shared a bed with anyone else before."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"I-I don't know why I…well, y'know…I di-didn't mean to." Harry stumbled over his words, blush deepening.

A bit of the 'old' Draco told him to milk this for all that it is worth but his heart told him couldn't. He let a smile-a true genuine smile- spread across his lips.

"Hey, Harry it's alright. No harm done. It's not like you tried to shag me while I was asleep." Harry looked up at him.

"R-really?" Those green eyes were so expressive. Begging for acceptance and reassurance. If Draco's soul didn't yearn for those same things he might not have fully understood the power of those things.

"Yeah." Was all Draco said. Harry grinned and Draco's knees grew weak. "Now, get up! Today the real fun begins. It's my turn to show you a thing or two."

"Ok, first we will start with basic defensive moves then move up." Draco positioned himself to strike Harry. "I am going to aim for you upper body, try and block me."

Draco then proceeded to…well, pummel Harry. Draco was a blur of motion. His moves were lighting quick and graceful. He seemed to have several hands. After a few minutes Draco stopped his attack.

Harry was breathless. He had tried everything to fend off the blonde but he seemed to be moving in slow motion.

"Not bad," Draco said calmly. Harry glared at him. "Ok, you sucked. But it's to be expected. This isn't schoolyard fistfights or bar brawls. This is more than fighting. It's a fatal dance between you and your adversary. It's about grace," Draco was now speaking slowly as he moved his hands before his face in an exercise. "It's about control. It's about perfect coordination and time.

A second too early and you just gave your enemy the advantage. Thrown yourself off guard. One second too late-"at these words Draco suddenly struck out, a newly conjured, sword in his hand against Harry's throat, "and you're dead. "

He pulled the sword away and Harry's hand flew to his throat.

"This type of combat whether it's hand-to-hand or with a weapon," he raised his sword in indication of what type of weapon. "Is an art form. It takes years of hard work and practice to become a true master. But I can teach you the basics. Enough to wow your friends and get you by."

Harry nodded again too stunned to speak. Draco made his sword vanish with a wave of his wand.

"Let's get started,"

The hot noon sun beat down harshly on the two boys who were now shirtless and rolling across the ground trying desperately to pin one another. What had, started out as a lesson in an ancient pureblooded fighting style had turned to a wrestling match.

After Draco's speech the blond boy taught Harry a set of exercises and while observing the dark-haired Gryffindor's progress he told Harry about the history of Purus Vires.

"My great great great great great great great great great grandfather Pravus Malfoy was on a trip in Tibet. Outside one of the villages he met an old wizard named Master Sapiens. He wasn't originally from Tibet. He was from a pureblood family, from Greece that was as old as time and was purer than snow in blood. Naturally, Pravus threw himself at the man. He wanted to suck up any magic, culture or tradition he could from this member of the most ancient family.

Lucky, for him, Sapiens was dying and he had been disowned by his family. You see, Sapiens had fallen in love with a man he should not have. A muggle who's only mission in life was to purge the world of the unnatural and abnormal.

But Sapiens couldn't help but love him. He left his family and moved to a muggle village and renounced magic. He and his loved live happily for several years. Then one day Sapiens's mother, Celeste found the pair and his secret life of magic was ousted to his lover who was disgusted and horrified.

Celeste commanded Sapiens to return home and the heartbroken boy readily agreed. However on the trip home his mother found out about his renunciation of magic. This made her once beloved son no more than a squib and she was furious.

She called the carriage to a stop and forced Sapiens to leave. He had no choice. He knew he could not try to appeal to his mother's material instincts so he left. He traveled the world for years until he found the little village in Tibet where Pravus found him.

Though, he could no longer practice magic Sapiens continued to study it. He read any book he could get his hands on and wrote many magical theories that lead to the discovery of hundreds of new potions and spells. And he continued to practice all the non-magical traditions of his family.

This included Purus Vires. When Pravus found him the man was desperate for any contact from the magical world. He knew that Pravus was essentially 'evil' as his name implies in Latin but he had no choice. The man pined for any magical contact. Anyone to teach his way to and keep the traditions alive.

So he taught him. He taught him all about the art of potions, spell casting and most importantly Purus Vires or 'pure power'. He asked for nothing in return but to keep it alive. But unfortunately, Sapiens was not as wise as his name implies. He was a fool to trust a Malfoy. After Sapiens taught him everything he knew, Pravus killed him.

Do not mistake it as a kind turn to a dying old man. It was purely a malicious power play that served no one but Pravus Malfoy. Sapiens had many good years still ahead though he was old and sick. But Pravus extinguished his life like one does to a candle. And brought Purus Vires back to the Malfoys and he taught to his kids who taught it to theirs and so on and son on until you come to my father teaching me."

After his story Draco informed Harry it was time for more 'hands on' training and promptly hit him in the nose. Though it wasn't a hard punch, not enough to break his nose or to even bleed, but it still hurt like hell.

Harry had been stunned and pissed to say the least and before Draco could even explain that it was an exercise to quicken a person's reflexes he was pounced on by the Gryffindor.

The two rolled across the ground in an effort to dominate the other. It wasn't a malicious battle just a harmless competition between boys. As the sun climbed higher and grew hotter and as both boys stepped up their efforts in throwing the other off, they quickly shed their shirts to help cool down their heated skin.

But in Draco's case it did little more than increase the burning. The skin on skin contact was driving him mad and causing his temperature to rise to dangerous levels he was sure.

"Ew, God, Harry, if you're going to roll around with your boyfriend like that at least keep it indoors," A voice laced with overdramatic, false disgust called from behind them. Harry, who had happened to be on top at the particular moment turned to look over his shoulder, his green eyes narrowing.

"The neighbors can see you," Dudley came closer to the pair. He was without his usually groupies. Harry quickly rolled off Draco and was standing in front of his cousin glaring. But he might've as well have been glaring at a brick wall for all the good it was doing. As soon as Harry moved Draco had become exposed.

He was laying flat on his back, bare-chested his marble flesh gleaming in the sunlight from the sweat he had built up. Dudley's squinty blue eyes roved over Draco's form with a hunger that made Draco flinch inwardly.

He too glared at the boy who just leered at him in return.

"What do you want, muggle?" He spat.

"Me? Oh I'm just…enjoying nature," he said in what he probably thought was a seductive tone. Draco shuddered.

"Well go 'enjoy nature' somewhere else. Preferably at the bottom of a cliff." Harry snarled. Draco couldn't help but smile at the dark-haired boy's behavior. It was about time he started standing up for himself.

But he's standing up for you, a voce said and sure enough Harry seemed ready to commit murder every time Dudley sent another leer his way.

"Now is that very nice, cousin?' Dudley asked flashing a wicked smile at the boy. "You should learn to share your toys, or they just might be taken from you."

Harry's face was changing forty shades of red by Dudley's suggestive remark.

"Draco is not a toy." Harry growled.

Dudley smirked.

"Sure he is," Dudley's smirked took on a true sadistic nature. "And wait till mum and dad find out about your truly queer ways and just what you and Mr. Malfoy are up to. I have been watching you and I know you've been doing magic. As soon as I tell them you are out of here." And with that the massive pile of flesh and bones wobbled away.

Harry was speechless and Draco was pissed.

That night Harry stormed out of the house as fast as he could for a walk. What had once been a nightly thing was now a rare occurrence, ever since he and Draco started training Harry rarely took a walk. Draco just figured he was tired from all the activity.

Harry sped out of the door and Draco made his way up to Harry's room. Ever since Dudley's interruption Harry had been oddly quite. He hardly paid attention as Draco gave instructions on how to attack a person and it resulted in a nasty cut on Draco's side. The only indication he got that Harry wasn't brain dead, besides the up and walking around bit, was the curious look he got when he adamantly refused to let Harry heal his cut with magic. Draco just conjured up a bandage for himself.

After that they cut the lesson short. Draco could obviously see that something was on the other boy's mind and he could practically feel a vibe coming off of him that said 'do-not-ask' so he didn't.

The boys spent the rest of their afternoon doing homework in Harry's room in silence. Draco figured or rather hoped that Harry would talk to him when he was ready.

So now Draco was walking through the hallways of the upper level of the Dursley home and he was bored. He looked at the photos lining the hallway. They were all muggle photos and no one moved in any of them

How dull Draco thought and wrinkled his nose in distaste. He also noticed that each picture was of Dudley. There was a young Dudley dressed as a sailor, Dudley at a park, Dudley with a pointed hat on and a large birthday cake with a big thirteen, and baby Dudley in the bath.

"Ugh," Draco groaned as he came to the last one. He turned away feeling sick. He was definitely scarred for like and he was sure that he was a nice shade of green. He resisted the urge to go and poke a hot iron into his brain to sear away the memories and continued his aimless wanderings of the hallways.

He passed by a room whose door was wide open. The room was a soft baby blue and had one window that faced out into the street. The room was at least twice as big as Harry's and full of junk. There were all sorts of odd things that Draco guessed were toys and other means of entertainment.

Against one wall was a desk that housed a massive TV, then the way to the right of that held the window, then came the wall with the bed and lastly the one with the door. Draco peeked further into the room. All the strange knickknacks were practically begging him to investigate. Besides he gathered that he was in ickle Dudder's room and he would certainly relish in some reckless, juvenile vandalism.

Draco entered the room fully. He moved over to the window that was opposite from the door and he looked down at the street before him. He heard the door shut behind him. He gulped and he turned around.

Barricading the door was the mound that was Dudley.

"Oh, uh, hullo, Dudley," he stuttered. Dudley's eyes held the hungry look from this afternoon.

"Hullo, Draco," he said trying to sound seductive. Draco gulped again.

"I, uh, got turned around. Thought this was, um, Harry's room, so, I uh, I'll just be, um, going now." He muttered and moved closer to the door.

As he neared the door Dudley grabbed him in one smooth motion and turned the both of them. Draco now had his back against the door and Dudley was pushed against him.

"I don't think you're going anywhere," Dudley leered licking his lips.

"You-you b-better not try anything or I'll,"

"You'll what?" Dudley asked slamming the smaller boy roughly against the door. Draco saw stars as his head made contact with the solid wood.

"I'll…" Draco thought quickly, against the pounding in his head, for a liable threat then his inner voice reminded him that he was a wizard. "I will hex you." He said coldly fixing the boy with a glare.

Uncertainty and fear passed through those dull blue eyes before they were covered with a look of pure malice. Suddenly every part of Draco's body was being inspected by Dudley's beefy hands.

The large boy ran his hands across Draco's chest, down his legs and up again sliding around to run across his arse and over his back.

"You don't seem to have your wand on you, Draco." He said smiling triumphantly. He then lunged forward and placed a hard bruising kiss on to Draco's lips. Draco mumbled a protest but it only seemed to encourage the other boy who swiped his tongue across Draco's bottom lip.

When the blonde made no move to open his mouth Dudley took Draco's bottom lip into his mouth and bit down--hard. Draco cry of pain was cut off as a wet, fleshy tongue invaded his mouth. Dudley's tongue roamed Draco's mouth, plunging in deep into his mouth. Draco fought his gag reflex.

Dudley quickly ended the kiss and flipped Draco over so that his back was now to Dudley's front. Draco could feel blood flowing from the cut on his lip.

"I'm going to show you what it's like to be with a real man. My cousin isn't worth shit." He whispered into Draco's ear. He pushed his hips against Draco's backside. The Slytherin could feel Dudley's erection against him.

It felt rather small but it scared the shit out of him never-the-less. Dudley took to running his tongue across Draco's neck leaving a slobber trail that made Draco cringe.

When the blonde boy twitched against him friction was caused between the two. Dudley gave a low grown.

"Feisty, yeah?" He chuckled. He slid his fat arms around Draco's slim waist. "We'll just get to it then."

The beefy boy began to nip at Draco's neck. He licked a spot and clamped his teeth down. Draco let out a cry of pain and tried to wiggle away which once again resulted in more friction and Draco was slammed roughly against the door.

Dudley sucked at the spot he had marked, while his chubby fingers began to fumble with the buttons of Draco's trousers. Draco was terrified. Tears of fear were welling in his eyes and he began to beg, and he didn't give a rat's arse how 'un-Malfoy' like it was.

"Please, don't do this, please," Dudley laughed.

"You'll like it. I know you will. You'll never go back to Harry after being with me. They never do." He bit harder and unzipped Draco's zipper.

Dudley made to pull down Draco's trousers when the most heavenly voice spoke.

"You don't want to do that,"

Dudley quickly whirled around and Draco peered past the blob of fat to see the most amazing sight ever. Harry Potter was floating outside of Dudley's window.

Dudley's eyes were wide in shock as he watched his cousin hover over to the open window and into the room. But as soon as Harry's feet were on the ground once more Dudley's shock turned to anger.

"Look, we're in the middle of something. You can have your little tart when I'm finished with him. That is, if he'll still have you," Dudley smiled smugly.

But Harry wasn't in the mood for witty banter. He pointed his wand at the artery –clogged heart of his cousin.

"If you ever, EVER so much as look at him again I will kill you," his voice was low and deadly. Dudley backed away from the wand-wielding boy.

"Y-you c-c-cant d-do magic. Y-you'll g-get expelled f-from that f-f-freak school of yours," he tripped over a shoe and went tumbling to the ground. When he made impact Draco had to grab on to something to keep his balance. He was sure all the oceans just capsized.

"One, you know that's not true. You've been spying on me and Draco from day one and you know what we've been up to. Two, I can legally use magic tomorrow seeing as I will be seventeen and third do you really think I give a fly fuck whether or not I am allowed to do it?" Dudley looked up at his cousin. Harry's eyes held a 'nothing-to-lose' quality and a murderous aura was radiating off of him. He knew that Harry would back up his threat.

"I-I wont go n-n-near him ag-g-gain." He stuttered.

"Good," Harry said coldly and he moved over to where Draco was standing by the door. Harry lifted a finger to Draco's cheek and wiped away a stray tear drop. The other boy just stared in shock.

Harry made to garb his arm and Draco jerked back with a cry that sounded like an animal that had been caged and beaten. Harry pulled away his eyes full of sadness.

"Draco? Are you ok? It's me, Harry." He said softly. Draco's eyes were still wild but he turned toward Harry's voice.

"Harry?" He whispered as if afraid it was all a dream.

"Yes, yes it's me." He said calmly. Draco blinked and Harry's face came into focus.

"Oh, hullo there." He said with a small smile before passing out.

Draco opened his eyes. Everything was dark and he felt very odd. He wasn't quite sure where he was. After a few seconds it all came flooding back. The training with Purus Vires, Dudley's interruption, Harry leaving, Dudley's attempt at rape and Harry's rescue.

Draco sat up quickly.

"Draco? Are you ok?" Draco turned to his left. Sitting in a chair by his side was Harry, his emerald eyes filled with concern.

"Y-yeah," he choked out through the desert in his mouth. Harry handed him a glass of water. "Thank-you," he said after a long swallow.

Harry watched him intently as he downed the rest of the glass and handed it back to Harry.

"Do you remember what happened?" Harry asked. Draco nodded.

"Unfortunately, yes," Harry nodded distractedly. The silence grew between them before Harry broke it again.

"I'm sorry," he whispered Draco looked at him incredulously.

"Whatever for?" He asked.

Harry looked up, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Should've been here. I saw how Dudley looked at you and I heard how he talked about you and I know how he is. He thought of you as a toy. My toy, so naturally he would do anything to try and take it. That's why I left. Had to clear my head of it or I was afraid I would kill him. I didn't expect this. But I should've. It's all my fault. Oh Merlin, Draco I am so sorry." Harry's voice broke and the tears began to fall. "You don't deserve anymore pain."

The dark-haired boy put his head on the edge of the bed and his shoulder shook with silent sobs. Draco's heart ached to see him like this. He put a hand on the Harry's head.

"Shhh, hush now. Harry, it's not your fault. It's no one's fault but Dudley's. Don't blame yourself. In fact if it wasn't for you…" Draco trailed off not even wanting to think about what would've happened. The other boy just continued to cry and Draco continued to stroke his hair and whisper to him.

After a few minutes Harry looked up.

"I've got to stop falling apart like this," he whispered swatting away the remains of his tears. "Here, take a dose of Dreamless Sleep and rest." Draco just smiled and he leaned forward kissing Harry on the cheek.

"You're my hero," Draco whispered before pulling back. He took the vial from Harry and downed it. The effects were almost immediate since Draco's mind and body were already exhausted and with in moments he was fast asleep leaving a very confused Harry watching him as he slipped off.

(A/n: ok I apologize to all of you who might've been eating while reading this I hope you didn't vomit all over your computer. I know I have scarred some of your for life. Please forgive me! Look at what a cute scene it leads to.

Even the darkest path can lead to the promise land. I promise there are no more scenes like this. I think I will have perpetually nightmares after this as well and I wrote it! To tell you the truth it was originally going to go a lot further and be a lot worse but thank all that is good and holy and Mt. Dew that my muse found a different tune to sing. I dunno if I could handle it:D)