Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.

After some long searches for my lost flash I finally found it and this is what was originally supposed to be the 6th chapter.

My Soul Mate

Harry woke up slowly to warm wet kisses going down his chest. A small smile on his face he opened his eyes and looked down at the fuzzy, yet undeniably handsome figure of Draco Malfoy.

Draco looked up from his bent position of over Harry as he felt the boy beneath him stir. He smiled at Harry.

Crying out, Harry scrambled up, pushing Draco off the bed in the process. Harry leaped off the bed as Draco landed with an "umph" on the floor. As Harry stared at Draco he felt the cool breeze and looked down. He yelped and looked around for something to cover his nakedness. Seeing, as how Draco was struggling in the blanket, Harry grabbed the bottom sheet of the bed and pulled it free to wrap around himself, the way a girl would wear a towel.

"Oh, god," Harry groaned as he rubbed his free hand over his face. "This isn't happening." His eyes landed on the blanket tangled around Draco.

This is so not happening!

Apparently giving up, Draco huffed out a breath and stared at Harry. "What," he asked scathingly, "is your problem?"

Harry's hackles rose as he stared at Draco. "What the hell is going on? I woke up naked with you over me…" he broke off horrified. "Merlin, " he breathed, as realization dawned on him. "You raped me? You son of a bitch! This is-" he broke off screaming at Draco when the door burst open.

Panting, Hermione surveyed the scene in front of her. Harry was on one side of the bed, a bed sheet wrapped around him. She looked at Draco tangled up on the floor in a pile of bedcovers. They were both clearly naked under all the bed sheets, but while Harry looked flush and angry, Draco was cool and composed as ever.

"RRight," she stammered, "I'll…I'll just be outside." She slammed the door shut.

"No! Don't you dare. Hermione, get your butt back here now!" Harry cried.

"She's not coming back."

Eyes blazing, Harry spun towards Draco. "You stay out of this," he spat.

Undeterred, Draco stood up, the blanket sliding off his body like streaming water. He started walking towards Harry.

Eyes wide, Harry stared at the naked blond coming at him like a predator stalking his prey. Harry noted that Draco walked very carefully and slowly, almost as though there was barely controlled anger there. Alarmed, Harry started to step away from Draco, but saw that he was in a corner. Thinking quickly, he jumped onto the bed and tried to jump to the other side of the bed. Unfortunately, the bed sheet was trailing behind him, allowing Draco to pull it and topple Harry onto the bed.

Gasping, Harry let go of the sheet. It would only get in his way, but even without the sheet holding him back Draco was too quick for him.

How does a big boy like him move so fast and agile? Harry wondered wildly as Draco easily flipped Harry onto his back. He tore the sheet off of Harry completely and threw it behind him to the floor. Harry stared up into the blonde's face as he straddled Harry.

Draco stared down at him angrily. He had wanted to strangle Harry when he had started accusing him of raping him. Come to think of it, Draco still wanted to strangle the raven-haired boy.

Closing his eyes, Draco forced calm, but couldn't, he was far too angry with Harry for his accusations. Draco would never admit, but what Harry had said had nearly killed him.

Harry watched as Draco visibly tried to remain calm. Thinking back on the night, Harry remembered all the passion. Even while he blushed, Harry recalled the gentleness in all the things that Draco did. Draco had been hungry, skilled, but oh so gentle. Opening his eyes, Harry studied the lines of Draco's face and shook his head at the possibility of falling in love with his enemy. Tentatively, a bit afraid, he reached out a hand and laid it on Draco's cheek.

Draco stilled as he felt a hand on his cheek, eyes flying open he stared into green eyes. Green eyes that swam with same kind of emotion that Draco knew were also in his own. Keeping his eyes on Harry's, Draco rubbed his cheek into Harry's hand. Moving his head, he drew Harry's fingers into his mouth, drawing a gasp from the boy beneath him. Sucking lightly, Draco nibbled at the fingers in his mouth. He kept his eyes on Harry's face as Harry pulled his fingers out of Draco's mouth and traced his lips.

Harry traced Draco's face slowly. He brushed his fingers over dark eyebrows; he trailed his fingers down a slender, yet masculine chin, and down a pale slender neck. His lips parted as he traced his hands over Draco's chest. Eyes flying up to Draco's face, Harry brushed his fingers ever so gently over his nipples.

Draco exhaled through his nose sharply and narrowed his eyes at Harry's small wicked smile. Emerald eyes glinted evilly as Harry scraped his nails over Draco's nipples and down his stomach, causing hard toned muscles to tremble.

Curious, Harry bent his head for a better look at the rigid member that lay heavily on his stomach. Gently, he drew his finger along the top. It was hot and it…throbbed. Intrigued, Harry pushed Draco off of him, so that they rolled sideways. They were lying on the bed sideways, with Harry on top of Draco.

Harry smiled winningly at Draco as the blond looked up at him, bewildered. Scooting downwards, Harry turned his attention back to the object of interest. Taking it into his hands, Harry noted the shudder that went through Draco. Lifting his head, Harry grinned at Draco, reminding both of them of the Malfoys. Before Draco could become alarmed, Harry bent and took Draco into his mouth.

It didn't taste that bad, actually, it tasted pretty good. It felt exotic…erotic really, the feel of the thick stiff shaft in his mouth. Moving his head, Harry licked his way up and down, and all around the hot member. He scraped his teeth lightly down the shaft, causing Draco to cry out. Harry breathed in the musky smell as Draco tangled his fingers in Harry's hair. Harry gave a last suck and lifted his head as Draco pulled on his hair persistently. Draco was staring at him with bright eyes, his face was flushed and his lips were parted.

Crawling his way up Draco's body, Harry allowed Draco to pull his head down. The moment his lips touched Draco's, Harry could feel the anticipation in his body. His member swelled rapidly. His fingers gripped Draco's head firmly as they rolled, Harry on the bottom again.

"Do you know how unfair this position is? Why do I always seem to be on the bottom?" Harry whined.

Draco grinned. "If I recall, you didn't mind this position last night. But, of course," he said as he rolled them over again, "If you would prefer being on top, then, by all means…ride away." He laughed at the blush on Harry's face.

"It's not funny," Harry muttered.

"Mmm…Of course not, darling." Draco smiled as he ran a hand through Harry's hair. He pulled Harry down for another kiss. He moaned as Harry allowed his probing tongue access into his mouth, he could taste the unique flavor that was Harry Potter. Breathing deeply, he grasped Harry's head firmly as he deepened the kiss.

Making love is such a difference, Harry thought.

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"Mr. Weasley, you must calm down," Albus Dumbledore said as he popped a lemon drop into his mouth, "really, Harry will be fine."

"But, sir…Hermione said he was distressed. Didn't you, Hermione?" Ron turned towards her.

Hermione turned in her seat. They were situated downstairs in the Leaky Cauldron's parlor. Professor Dumbledore had arrived during the early morning, around 2 A.M. After Hermione had assured him that Harry and Draco were together he had merrily wished her on her way to bed. They had met up later on for breakfast the next morning.

She looked at Ron. She smiled encouragingly; he looked as though he was desperate. "Ron," she said tenderly, "Harry most likely forgot for a second. It must have been quite a fright for Harry to find himself in bed with Draco Malfoy. After all, they have been enemies for quite a long time. It'll take some getting used to on both their parts."

"But Harry-"

"Is quite alright." Harry smiled as he walked through the door. Draco came through right after him. Harry blushed slightly as Draco wrapped an arm casually around his waist.

Hermione smiled warmly at both of them. "Harry, how are you?"

Harry shrugged. "Alright, actually." He paused. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very well," she answered. She looked towards Draco and she nodded politely at him.

Ever so polite, Draco nodded right back at her. Then he spotted Ron. Feeling quite a bit evil, Draco smirked and quickly covered it up with a smile full of honey.

"Good morning, Ronald. How are you this morning?"

After an insistent jab from Hermione and a pleading look from Harry was the only way that got a non-lethal response out of Ron.

"Malfoy," he said through gritted teeth.

Harry smiled lightly. He then spotted Dumbledore in the corner and brightened. "Professor Dumbledore so good to see you!" The relief was clear in his voice. Merlin, he begged silently, please let no fiasco happen today.

Draco chuckled softly, he could see the desperate relief in Harry's eyes when he had spotted the headmaster. Though he really had no big expectations when it came to Dumbledore he did have when it came to Harry. Though that took a whole new turn in his life to figure it out.

Better late than ever he always thought.

He took a glance at Granger.

Now, Harry's friends would take some getting used to. But it would all be worth it in the end.

Granger would accept above all things, as long as Harry was treated with all the love that Draco Malfoy could muster. If she thought that Draco was the right thing for Harry then nothing would get between him and his mate.

Though, the weasel was another problem…

But, Draco was positive that, though Weasel won't truly approve of him (after all, Draco had been the bane of their existence for the past seven years), he would want what was best for Harry, and Draco was absolutely sure that Granger had made sure Weasel understood that Draco was what was best for Harry.

Smiling a winning smile at the pair of them, Draco guided Harry over to the sofa across the headmaster. He wasn't really surprised at the presence of the old man; he knew that Harry's friends would have contacted him right away if it had gotten alarmingly late. But, of course, they would've assured him that Harry and he were together. After all, Draco knew that, even in the midst of their passionate love making, the two friends had stumbled into the room in the middle of the night. Cackling wickedly in his head, he wondered how well Weasley slept, if he slept at all, that is.

Smirking slightly, he turned to look at Harry next to him and found the boy staring at him. His smirk softening a little, Draco caressed the hand in his slowly and sensually, drawing a blush to Harry's face as he smiled seductively at him.

Gods, Harry knew Draco wasn't about to seduce him right in front of his friends and the headmaster, who was like a grandfather to Harry. Looking away, Harry tried to look at anything, but his…mate (Merlin, that would take some getting used to), who was currently caressing the rather sensitive part of his wrist, right along the inside. Breathing heavily, Harry could feel the smoldering look that was aimed his way. Though, the ardeur seemed to have been fed somewhat, it seemed as though it was springing back to life, once again clouding his head with lust. Unable to ignore the growing heat in his blood and…nether region. Harry turned back to Draco, which was a mistake.

Mercury eyes, silver eyes, bore into him. The lust and…some other emotion that he couldn't explain nearly made Harry faint from the intensity, but he stood frozen as his mate leaned forward slowly, in his predator like way. Draco filled his world as he moved closer, blocking out the other occupants in the room, who had also become frozen.

Draco couldn't control himself as he leaned closer to his mate, his Kista. All he felt was the need, the need to claim Harry again and again; until they were more exhausted then they were when they bonded. He knew his eyes were filled with lust that he didn't try to distinguish as he claimed Harry's lips. He growled softly at the way Harry immediately responded to him. Though Draco may be the dominant in this match, Harry was, by far, no meek submissive. So, it was no surprise when Harry let a part of the hunger take over and pulled Draco down on him as he lay back.

Draco widened the opening of Harry's mouth as he deepened the kiss. He moaned softly as he felt and heard Harry purr beneath him and slowly rock beneath him. Harry's fingers traveled down his back with sensual slowness all the way to his slack covered buttocks, which he squeezed hard and jerked down to rock his hips with Harry's, causing Draco to gasp above him.

Fortunately, Harry's actions and Draco's…response also caused the three other occupants in the room to come to their senses. Or, at least, for two of them it did. Ron, unfortunately, fainted dead away. Quickly, Hermione stepped forward. Knowing that it wasn't wise to touch either of them, due to possessive streaks of Heirs and their mates at such a time, Hermione cleared her throat, rather loudly.

"Ahem!"

Opening his eyes, Harry looked up into Draco's face, only a few inches away. The silver eyes still held lust, but they were aware of everything around them. Swallowing hard, Harry looked away from those eyes and looked over Draco's shoulder at Hermione's red face. His face heating rapidly, Harry removed his hands from Draco's butt and slid them up to his chest. Placing them flat on Draco's chest he tried to push his mate away, but stopped when the Heir on top of him growled in warning. Freezing, Harry slid his gaze back to Draco's steely silver-eyed gaze. Grasping Harry's wrists, Draco straightened into a sitting position, pulling Harry up with him. Wrapping his arms around Harry, Draco was able to keep Harry against his chest, with his hands still between them.

Still staring into Draco's eyes, Harry could see the warning in them, 'don't push me away.' Narrowing his eyes, Harry glared at Draco, silently promising a 'talk' later. Undeterred, Draco just quirked an eyebrow and gave him one last squeeze before he allowed Harry to turn around and face the others in the room still in his arms. Grudgingly relaxing into his mates embrace, Harry tried to concentrate on Hermione and Professor Dumbledore without becoming distracted with his mate's warmth.

"So, what sort of thing is this bond?"