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Chapter title is by a Norwegian band named Kaizers Orchestra – even if you don't understand a word they say; it's still an amazing song. I suggest you listen to it – you won't regret it.

"So… a Dark Mark," Noel repeated, and Draco nodded. He had just finished telling him everything he needed to know about the wizard world, including Draco's… contributions to the war. Noel was rubbing his temples with a concentrated look on his face. "And you're a… a… Death Eater?" He looked up at Draco, who nodded again. Noel slowly shook his head, incredulous.

"Are you all right?" Draco asked, cautiously. Noel nodded, his eyes wide.

"I can't believe magic really exists!" he said, a smile forming on his face. He looked over at Draco, grinning. "Show me something!" Draco made a face.

"Can't. Ministry of Magic will call me in for a hearing if I do magic close to a muggle – a non-magical person – and after the war, I won't be able to get out of it easily. They'll have my head on a plate." Noel sighed, and put his head in his hands, staring dreamily out into the air.

"I wish I was magical. That would be super-awesome." Draco pulled his shoulders.

"You'd probably be in Gryffindor, and you'd probably hate me too." Noel looked over at him, and raised an eyebrow.

"That Harry fellow didn't seem to hate you. Neither did the rest of them, except that one redhead. But you can't really blame him for being upset though," Noel said, his voice soft. Draco slowly shook his head.

"No, of course I can't. If I were him, I'd have hexed me into the next century the moment I saw me." Draco rubbed his face, groaning. "I don't get it. Potter and I were the worst enemies at school. He hated my guts, and I… well, I was annoyed. Really annoyed." Noel raised his eyebrow again, questioning him without saying a single word. Draco sighed and threw his hands in the air. "The first time I met him was in Diagon Alley – a magical street in London – when we were getting our school uniforms. My father had told me that I needed to impress people, and that I needed to sound in control at all times. So I was shit-nervous about being alone in Diagon Alley waiting for my parents, and when Potter came in I sort of just started talking to him, and he was completely uninterested. He barely replied, and no matter what I said I couldn't make him even look at me twice. I had no clue who he was then, of course, but the moment I knew I tried again." Draco laughed humourlessly. He still remembered the first couple of catastrophic meetings with Potter. The time at the Hogwarts Express when Weasley's rat had bitten Goyle, the time outside the Grand Hall where Draco had insulted Weasley and then tried to make friends with Potter… it was just embarrassing.

"So you didn't get off to a good start. That shouldn't make anyone hate you," Noel said. Draco just sighed.

"It wasn't just that. There's so much… I was a real dick. And… well, relatives of mine had killed and tortured relatives of Potter's friends, and my dad was one of the Dark Lord's original Death Eaters. And a whole bunch of other stuff." Draco put his head in his hands again, hiding his face. "I just don't get why he, of all people, suddenly decided to be nice to me." Noel leaned back in his chair and pulled his shoulders.

"His parents died when he was too young to remember them, right? And your parents are alive because you did what that dark dude said, right?" Noel looked at Draco. "Maybe he knows he'd have done the same if he could." Draco stared at his friend. It was ridiculous, Draco knew that, but maybe he did have a point. He didn't think Potter would actually do that – his damn Gryffindor spirit would always make him do the right thing – but he could see what Noel meant. In a way.

"I just… I never imagined ever meeting him again." Noel grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah, that's all my doing." Draco made a face and threw a pillow after him.

"Fucking drunkard." Noel just laughed, and leaned back in his chair. He still looked like he couldn't quite fathom that there was an entire world he had never known about.

"This is just so awesome. Can I come with you to that Daiganallay or whatever?" Draco laughed.

"Diagon Alley. And sure."

…

"What's this?" Noel asked excitedly. He was running from shop window to shop window like a little child, and Draco just had to run after him so he wouldn't lose him. They had been in Diagon Alley for almost two hours, and Noel hadn't slowed down for a single second. Draco was afraid that if he didn't get anything to drink, he'd end up fainting from the excitement.

"Potions ingredients. Noel, how about we go get something to eat and drink?" Draco asked, putting a hand on Noel's arm before he could grab something from the barrels outside the shop. Noel looked at him, and nodded. He had a huge grin on his face, and Draco almost felt bad for pulling him away from the ingredients. They walked over to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour (still named after the previous owner who was killed by Death Eaters during the war) and sat down by one of the tables placed outside the shop. Noel's eyes were still sparkling with excitement, and he couldn't help but look at almost every single person who passed their table.

"What will it be?" Draco looked up to see a witch standing by their table, smiling sweetly at them. But the moment she recognised Draco, the smile turned to a sneer. Draco's lips tightened, but he still tried to smile.

"Two vanilla ice creams please. And some water," he added, looking at Noel. Noel didn't seem to notice anything happening right next to him, he was so busy looking at everything else. The witch just huffed and walked away briskly. Draco was used to it, but he had hoped it would get better soon. It didn't take long before the witch put the two vanilla ice creams in front of them, and one glass of water. She glared at Draco before disappearing into the shop again. Draco looked at the ice creams, sighing. They were about half the size they would be normally, and they looked like they had been scooped up from other people's plates. Basically, everything told Draco he wasn't wanted there.

"Here, have some water," he mumbled, pushing the glass over to Noel. Noel quickly took it, emptied it, and grinned at Draco. He hadn't noticed anything wrong, he was so busy staring at everything. He started eating the ice cream with childish delight, and Draco hesitantly started eating his. The taste was still great. They sat in silence as they both finished their ice creams, glad to have a short break from the hot weather.

"That's the Potter dude, isn't it?" Noel suddenly said, pointing at something behind Draco's back. Draco whipped around without thinking, and saw Potter walking down the street with the Weasley girl. They hadn't spotted Draco and Noel yet, but by now it was inevitable. If Noel and Draco upped and left now, it would look very suspicious and Potter would know Draco was deliberately trying to avoid him. So Draco just turned to Noel again, his face stiff and tight. Noel just raised an eyebrow and smiled a little. Draco wanted to ask him what he thought was so funny, but before he could say anything someone stopped next to their table.

"Malfoy," Potter said, his voice both surprised and sorry. Draco looked up at him, forcing a smile to his face. His whole body felt tight and rigid, and he couldn't force himself to relax. The smile on his face felt fake and forced, and he wished he could just stop smiling.

"Potter," Draco replied with a small nod of his head. The Weaslette cleared her throat, and Draco looked over at her. His face softened a bit at the memory of their last meeting, and he managed a real smile. "Wea- Ginny," he corrected, earning a smile from the redhead. She looked over at Noel and smiled at him.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself," she said, and Noel grinned back up at her. He was leaning back in his chair, arms behind his head.

"I've seen things today that are way cooler than anything I could've imagined. So yeah, I'm having an all right time, I guess." Ginny rolled her eyes at him, then she looked at Potter.

"How about I take Noel for a walk around Diagon Alley, and you two talk a little?" It was a question, but she didn't wait for the answer. She grabbed Noel's arm and pulled him with her. Potter hesitated, but then he sat down on the chair Noel had just left. He folded his hands and put them on the table in front of him, keeping his eyes averted. Draco had crossed his arms over his chest – it looked obnoxious, but it had been Draco's way of shielding himself for as long as he could remember.

"Malfoy, I'm really sorry about the other night," Potter said, and finally met Draco's eyes. His eyes were open and earnest, and Draco sighed. He wasn't going to complain about having Potter as an ally, but it had honestly been easier when he just kept away from everyone magical.

"Don't worry about it. It doesn't matter – I've gotten used to it," Draco ended, laughing humourlessly. Potter's eyes sparked angrily, and his hands tightened to fists.

"You shouldn't be used to that kind of treatment. Ron was out of place – he shouldn't have said those things. People have to realise that we all lost people in the war – we can't continue to blame people who were forced by Voldemort," Potter said, his voice strict. Draco laughed again.

"Potter, you can't be serious. Of course people are going to blame me – I will forever be the traitor, the black sheep. Nothing is going to change that. I can't even come here without having people treat me badly – they'd all prefer it if I just wasn't here. I'm like a dirty spot on their clean window – they just want me gone. Like a shit left by a stray dog." Potter suddenly reached forward and grabbed Draco's shoulders. He stared straight into his eyes, his green eyes dark with anger.

"Shut up. Just shut up." The next thing Draco knew, they apparated.

…

They landed in Potter's living room, right next to a black door. Potter didn't say a word – he just opened the door and pushed Draco inside.

"Potter, what the bloody hell?" Draco asked, but Potter still didn't say a single word. He just shut the door behind them, leaving them in crippling darkness. He heard Potter move, and then the lights came on. Draco spun around, taking in his surroundings. They were in Potter's bedroom. Why were they in Potter's bedroom? Draco spun around again, staring at Potter, who had put his wand down on a dresser. He was staring at Draco, his eyes dark. Draco swallowed. He hadn't seen Potter this way before – he had seen Potter angry, he had seen Potter fight for his life, he had seen Potter grieving… but he hadn't seen that look in his eyes before.

"What the fuck?" Draco squeaked. He didn't mean for it to sound so pathetic, but it did. He swallowed, and backed away. There was something about Potter that unnerved him – he thought about apparating for a second, but was distracted when Potter started walking towards him. Draco continued to back away, until the back of his knees hit something hard. The impact was enough to send him flying down on his back, his lungs emptying with a huff as he hit the bed. Potter immediately crawled on top of him, pushing him further up on the bed. A slow smirk started to form on his lips.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this," Potter said, his voice low and husky. Draco swallowed again, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, and his skin was tingling nervously. Potter put a hand on Draco's head, slowly caressing his hair before grabbing it forcefully. He yanked his head back, and attached his lips to Draco's neck.

Now, Draco wasn't an inexperienced guy. He had been with quite a few girls, and he felt fairly confident while he was with them. He enjoyed sex, though he didn't think it was as great as everyone insisted it was. It was a fun way to pass an evening, yes, but nothing more. But the moment Potter's lips touched his neck, he felt more aroused than he had ever felt. His skin tingled, but in a different way than before. It felt like it was electric.

Then Potter kissed him. On the lips. Draco reacted automatically – he opened his lips, allowing Potter's tongue to slip inside to explore his mouth. Draco gasped involuntarily, and his hands flew up to grab a hold of… something. That something just happened to be Potter's shirt.

Potter broke the kiss, and stared Draco in the eyes. Draco realised – probably a little too late – what the expression was. It was lust – flaming, passionate lust. Draco felt himself respond to the kiss and to the look in Potter's eyes, and unfortunately it looked like Potter noticed to. A smirk slowly spread on his lips, and he looked down.

"Well, well. Seems like I wasn't completely wrong," Potter mumbled, before he started kissing Draco again. Draco still wasn't sure what he wanted to do – he sort of reacted to the kiss, but not as much as he usually would have. On one hand it felt so damn good, being kissed by Potter, but on the other hand Draco had a nasty feeling he'd be the girl and he wasn't sure if that was his cup of tea.

But then Potter rubbed his own throbbing erection against Draco's, and all thoughts of walking away from it all flew out the window. Draco gasped and arched his back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Damn. Potter snickered, and did it again. Draco let out a slow moan as he arched his back again, desperate for more contact.

Potter then sat up, and quickly pulled his shirt off. Then he unbuckled his belt, and got out of the bed quickly to pull his jeans off. Draco swallowed when he saw the huge bulge in the front of Potter's boxers, making them stand out like a ship ready to sail. Potter smirked at him again – it was very weird to see a Gryffindor smirk, that was sort of a Slytherin thing to do – before he climbed back on top of Draco. He started unbuttoning Draco's shirt, his fingers like fire every time they brushed against Draco's pale skin. Draco felt his breath hitch in his throat, and he kept his eyes on Potter's hands as they worked their way down his body. Then he moved on to Draco's jeans, pulling them off in one swift motion. The boxers went flying too, leaving Draco almost completely naked.

Draco felt very exposed, lying on his back with just an unbuttoned shirt on. He crossed his legs and started to frantically pull his shirt close, but Potter pushed his hands away.

"Take it off," Potter demanded. Draco swallowed, but did as he was told. He wasn't sure why he did exactly what Potter told him, but there was something about him that was so different from what Draco had ever seen him, it just made Draco want to please him. He threw the shirt on the floor, crossing his arms protectively over his chest. Potter put his hands on Draco's shoulders, before he carefully pushed him back onto the bed. He kissed him again, deep and hard. Draco relaxed a little, letting Potter explore his mouth freely. Then his mouth suddenly disappeared, and Draco's eyes flew open. He looked down, and blushed furiously when he saw what Potter was about to do.

"Hold on, IaaAAAAH!" Draco shouted as Potter suddenly took his entire cock in his mouth, sucking hard. He automatically thrust his hips up to meet Potter's warm mouth, but was pushed down again. Potter pinned his hips down, making sure he wasn't going to choke him again. Then he sucked harder, bobbing his head up and down. Draco was moaning and twisting, sweat forming on his skin. His hands flew up to grab Potter's hair, pulling on it desperately. Potter didn't seem to mind – he just continued at a faster pace, stroking Draco's thighs as he sucked him.

Suddenly he sat up, and pressed three fingers to Draco's lips. Draco parted them, and let the fingers slide in. He swirled his tongue around them, coating them in saliva. Potter quickly withdrew the fingers, before bending down again to continue his administrations of Draco's weeping cock. But this time he also started pushing one finger inside of Draco. Draco drew in one sharp breath – although it didn't actually hurt, it was a very strange sensation, and he wasn't sure if he found it pleasurable or not.

But damn did Potter know how to suck a cock – even after he added another finger, Draco was too distracted to feel any pain. Or at least he was far too busy to pay any attention to it. But when the third digit was pushed inside him, he clenched up around the intrusion. And that hurt. He winced, and started writhing to get away from the pain. But Potter just sucked harder, and pushed his fingers all the way inside.

And boy, did that make Draco forget about the pain. He screamed out, and arched his back. Potter continued to thrust his fingers in and out of Draco, stretching him. When he finally pulled them all the way out, Draco cried out. Potter sat up, and smirked at him, making Draco blush furiously and cover his mouth with his hand. He suddenly felt ashamed for enjoying it that much. But Potter just reached down and pulled his hand away, kissing Draco on the lips tenderly.

"I like hearing you scream," he whispered, before he sat up again. Draco watched as Potter pulled off his own boxers, letting his erection spring free. He spat in his hand, and slowly started coating his throbbing cock in the saliva, keeping his eyes on Draco the entire time. A smile slowly formed on his lips, and he placed the tip of the erection to Draco's puckered entrance. He still kept his eyes on Draco as he slowly started pushing inside.

"Fuck," Draco mumbled, his voice tight. He desperately wanted something inside him again, but Potter's cock was quite a lot bigger than just three fingers. And without the attention Potter had given his cock, he could sense the pain so much better. And boy, did it hurt. Draco put his arm over his face as Potter slowly pushed inside. It felt like forever before Potter was finally buried all the way to the hilt in Draco's ass, and he paused. Draco gasped for breath, trying desperately to relax.

"Are you all right?" Potter mumbled, stroking Draco's body carefully. Draco mustered a nod, but kept his arm over his face to hide the pained expression. But Potter wasn't having it – he forcefully pulled the arm away, locking eyes with Draco. He grabbed Draco's softening cock, and squeezed it. He slowly started pumping up and down as he pulled out, and pushed back in again. It took a couple of tries, but he finally hit that deliciously sweet spot. Draco screamed out and arched his back, desperately craving more.

"That's more like it," Potter snickered, before he picked up the pace and started slamming into Draco to hit his prostate dead on every time. It wasn't long before Draco was a shaking, writhing mess, and he was so close to the edge it felt like he was holding on with the tips of his fingers. A particularly hard squeeze and thrust sent him flying over the edge, and he came hard. His muscles clenched and relaxed rapidly around Potter's cock, earning a gasp and a moan before he came too. Potter continued to fuck him all through their orgasms, and it was the best orgasm Draco had ever experienced.

Then Potter collapsed on top of him, gasping for air. They stayed like that until they had caught their breath, and then Potter rolled off Draco. He immediately got out of the bed, and Draco felt his heart sink. Suddenly, he felt dirty and shameful – Potter more or less ran away from him only seconds after he had fucked him, and Draco had a bad feeling about it. And when Potter suddenly pointed his wand at him, it didn't exactly feel any better.

"Hey!" Draco shouted, and scrambled to get away. The sudden movement made his ass and lower back hurt like hell, and since he had been trying to get to his feet he fell out of bed. The impact with the hard floor didn't exactly make the pain any better, and he felt tears form in his eyes. Potter rushed over to him, and helped him up again.

"Draco, get in the bed again, I'm sorry," Potter said. Draco looked at him, blinking. He was confused. Potter didn't look like he was about to attack him now – he looked very apologetic as he tucked Draco in under the covers. He lifted them slightly, and cast a quick cleaning charm on Draco before tucking him back under the covers. He stroked Draco's hair, staring into his eyes.

"I was only going to clean you up," he said, still apologetic. "I'm sorry if I scared you." Draco blushed. He felt silly now. Potter cast a cleaning charm on himself, before crawling into the bed next to Draco. He slipped under the covers, and pulled Draco close, nuzzling his face in Draco's hair.

"I'm sorry," Draco mumbled, and let Potter cuddle him. It felt good. Actually, it felt amazing. Draco hadn't felt this loved since… well, ever. Potter opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. They both stared at the door, incredulous.

"Are you two finished? Is it safe to enter?" Ginny shouted through the door, and Draco blushed furiously. How long had she been there.

"Come in," Potter shouted back, laughter in his voice. He still kept his arms securely around Draco, stroking his hair lazily. The door opened, and both Ginny and Noel entered, the latter with a huge grin on his face. Ginny just smiled knowingly.

"About time, you two. Harry's been horny for you since you were fourteen," Ginny said, winking at Draco. Draco's head snapped around, and he stared at Potter, who only pulled his shoulders and smiled sheepishly.

"What can I say? I like them feisty." Draco blushed again and mumbled something under his breath. Most of all he wanted to crawl underneath the covers and just hide there.

"Well, we'll leave you two lovebirds alone," Ginny said, and pushed Noel out of the room. She closed the door behind her, leaving Potter and Draco alone. None of them said anything at first.

"You called me Draco," Draco said without meeting Potter's eyes. He still wasn't too sure about what was really going on, and he didn't want to be the clingy one-night stand who thought it was much more than just a fuck. Potter laughed.

"I think that's only appropriate now, don't you?" he said, and Draco nodded hesitantly. "At least I'm hoping this meant more than just sex for you too," Potter added carefully. Draco thought about it for a moment. There were so many reasons not to, but they were all shallow. Like how would the magic community react when they found out Potter was seeing an ex Death Eater. Especially what Ron Weasley would say. All in all, it was all negative for Potter.

"It was. But why would you be with me? It'll be a lot of hard work if you want to go public with it," Draco said carefully. He found that the thought of just leaving now and not meeting Potter again was very painful, and he didn't want to go there at all. He felt comfortable where he was. Potter kissed his forehead softly.

"Because I've never had people doubt me before," he said sarcastically. Draco huffed, but hugged Potter tighter.

"Fine then, Harry."

A/N

*drum roll* Aaaaaand it's finished! As I said, it wasn't gonna be a long fic – first I was planning on dividing this into two chapters, but that would mean that the third chapter would be like, three pages, and I don't like having short chapters. So yeah. One long-ass chapter instead, hope you've enjoyed it!