I just had to do the next chapter ^^ I've gotten all my English work done & had nothing to do inbetween; so here's the next chapter. I'll let you all know now, I think this might be a chapter you've all been waiting for. Or that could just be me xD Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, just a teeny bit mention of man love :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make a profit from writing this

Narcissa sat on the divan near the fire, dress neatly pillowed around her thighs as she rested on her side. Seeing the incoming fire call, she gently rose before kneeling before the fire. Smiling brightly, she brushed her fingers over her hair as if to straighten it.

"Hell my darling dragon, I was not expecting a call from you so soon; though I am glad to hear from you. Is everything alright?" She loved her son dearly, and she knew he loved her. It was rare for Draco to be overly constant in his need to speak with his mother unless there was a serious issue he felt he couldn't handle. Even as a child, Draco had always come to her with his problems, knowing his father would highly disapprove a lot of the time.

"It is good to hear from you too, Mother. I hope I am not interrupting anything, I only wished to speak to you about…some personal matters. Is it ok for me to come through?"

"Of course!" Narcissa quickly moved herself away from the fire, moving back to the fire and waiting for Draco to come through. Draco swiftly stepped through, gently dusting the bit of ash from his robes as he smiled at his mother. She had mentioned moving into his rooms but he hadn't believed her. This room held so many fond memories for Draco, enough to outweigh the bad.

"I hope you are finding yourself comfortable Mother."

"Of course Draco dear, your room is more than adequate for my needs. Now tell me, what is it that is bothering my dragon?" She patted the divan next to her, resting her hands in her lap as Draco moved to sit next to her. He was silent for a while, gazing at the fire as he thought about exactly what he wanted to say; wanted to ask. Narcissa had a small, sad smile on her lips as she watched her son. Even when he was a child, Draco found it hard to express himself emotionally outside of anger and disrespect. There was never an issue when it came to dealing with people of higher standing but other children especially got the brunt of Draco's lashing. Sadly it was something he had picked up from his father and everything Narcissa had done to change it had failed.

'Until the day my dragon met Harry Potter.' She remembered when Draco had come home during Christmas break. IT was the most conflicting emotion she'd ever seen on her son. He was angry, of course. Verbally lashing Harry Potters existence; but there was such fire in his eyes and voice. It turned into an obsession that Lucius had used to try to benefit himself in the Lord's inner circle. Narcissa had seen it for what it truly was. Her son was actually affected by the fact that someone did not wish to befriend him; that someone actually had the audacity to speak to him in such a demanding manner – in a way only Draco's father had done. IT had spurred Narcissa into trying to convince Draco to try different methods to get the boy's attention; maybe then he would see the side of Draco she knew existed. Sadly, Draco's temper and protective attitude caused him to torment the boy all through school; the hate between them growing to unimaginable levels. It was still shocking to her that there Lord had given Harry Potter to her son as a present. She never recalled Lucius ever mentioning to him Draco's obsession with besting Potter in the many ways she knew he tried. IT was confusing but gave her hope that Draco would have a chance to redeem himself in the eyes of someone who was important to her son; yet he didn't even realize it. If he did, he was surely in denial about it.

"Mother?" Draco broached carefully, looking up from underneath his bangs to stare at her. Narcissa glanced up from her own musings with a small hum, smiling at her son.

"Yes Draco?"

"I want…how do you accept feelings?" Narcissa felt her heart ache for her only child and she grasped his hand within her own.

"It's a personal struggle, dragon. You have to look past all the reasons why you deny the feelings in the first place, decide how you want to change it, and then act on it." Draco bit his lip, feeling like a small child again who would cry to his mother.

"What about the fear of your feelings being ignored? How do you deal with that?" She felt wetness build up in her eyes and blinked it away.

"You can only hope that what you feel reaches the other person. That they know exactly what you are trying to say and do; without even trying to. From there, you have to accept the fact that sometimes, not everyone is always going to feel the same. Everyone has different views and opinions, feelings are the same way. You can only hope for the best and aim to show them how you truly feel." Draco nodded numbly, looking at his own hand wrapped in his mother's. She had always looked delicate, her thin pale appearance giving the image of dainty weakness. His mother was one of the strongest people he knew, and he could never understand how she stayed so strong, being with his father all these years seemed almost impossible to cope.

"Draco, do you love someone?" His mother's unexpected question snapped him into awareness, staring at her in shock.

"L-love? Mother, I do not love anyone other than you and Fa-, well that's questionable now; but no, I do not." His voice was slightly shaky, the hand she held slightly clammy.

"There is nothing wrong with loving someone Draco, it's not a weakness. I consider it a personal strength, loving your Father the way I have all these years." She knew it was hard on her son but if never confronted his feelings; he's eventually regret it.

"Mother, I do not understand-,"

"Darling, if you use to love your Father, ask yourself how something like that could be questioned by his actions towards Harry." Draco froze again, looking down at his feet as his mother's words rang through his mind. He'd always had a keen obsession with Harry, something that his Father use to use to his advantage when trying to please their Lord so many years ago. When he'd been handed his obsession on a silver platter, he could admit that a part of him went a little power crazy; but that small feeling in his chest from their school days was always there. It wasn't love, Draco didn't love just anyone. Love meant commitment, family. It meant treasuring someone above all else, taking care of that person no matter what. Trusting that person no matter what; Draco felt sick to his stomach suddenly. He committed himself to making sure Harry was comfortable when possible. He had introduced Harry to his Mother, his family. He'd dedicated himself as Harry Potter's Master to make sure that he was always having anything that Draco could give him without having to give him up. He even allowed his guards to fall around him enough to…leave his wand lying around thoughtlessly! His breathing started to become erratic, his hand gripping his mother's; shaking slightly. Narcissa felt a small bout of panic in her stomach as she wrapped an arm around Draco, pulling her son close.

"Breathe, dragon. Everything's ok." Draco was still shaking, tears pooling in his eyes as he leaned as close as he could in his mother's embrace. How could he go long without knowing? How could he not acknowledge something so important?

"Mother, I don't understand. How could i…how can i…he's just…I am…" Feeling a little more panic fill her at her son's broken sentences, she forced him to lie down with his head in her lap liked she did when he was a child.

"Draco, I want you to listen to me. You're a strong person. The methods you've chosen to protect yourself aren't always the best when it comes to….acceptance of one's own feelings. It becomes almost impossible to acknowledge something you choose to ignore that you have. Just take deep breaths dragon, everything is going to be alright." She ran her fingers through his hair, humming softly as he worked to get his breathing under control. He felt so shattered, his whole perception of what he was had been spilt in the middle. He'd known, Draco couldn't deny it any longer. He'd always been drawn to Harry, even when they first met. The denial of friendship had pushed him to bully the other man, to make him just a miserable as Draco felt about being ignored by him. Biting his lip to silence his tears, he thought back to when he first truly started to ignore that warm feeling he got in his chest around Harry.

It had been 12 months since the final battle. Harry's temper and smart mouth had calmed down somewhat. It wasn't as if he sought to be punished by Draco, it was just something that he couldn't help in reaction to the other man. Draco had always caused Harry to react rashly, not able to help himself when it came to the blonde man. Even know, knowing that Draco practically owned him; made a fire burn in his stomach. Spending time with Voldemort and slowly becoming use to his surroundings made that fire calm somewhat; only happening in intervals now. Draco watched Harry from across the room, his feet propped up on the foot rest as he rested before the fire. It was snowing outside again and Harry always seemed to get lost in it. Draco spent his time watching Harry's body movements; the way he switched legs when one obviously started to fall asleep, the adjusting his glasses when they started to slide down his nose, his fingers gliding through his messy hair to move out of his sight. He'd always watched Harry closely, always noticing every little thing he could about the other. Even now, having the other man stuck with him at all times in the manor didn't bore him. It was almost a complete feeling in his gut to just be sitting her with him in the silence.

"Raven?" He called softly, smiling a bit at the soft hummed reply before Harry turned to face him.

"Come here." Harry moved across the floor smoothly; Draco was always amazed how after the war Harry became almost a floating feather when he walked. The other man use to be so clumsily, it was amazing the change that had occurred. Once Harry reached Draco, he moved to sit next to his feet where Draco normally requested him to sit. Surprised at the grip on his arm, Harry was even more shocked when Draco pulled him straight into his lap; his arms wrapping firmly around his waist. He didn't know what to say, Draco having him face away from him as he sat in his lap. He wiggled slightly, feeling uncomfortable putting all his weight on the other man. The soft intake of breath made him take in a sharp breath of his own, the hardness beneath his rear highly noticeable against his own bare skin.

"You look beautiful today, staring out into the snow. It contracts so exquisitely against your hair." The breath that glided across his neck caused his breathing rate to increase as he wiggling slightly to get closer to the mouth the hovered over his neck.

"Dr-Master, I…" His words stopped when Draco's lithe fingers cupped his chin, turning his face to look back at the man he sat on; one arm still firmly wrapped around his waist. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, Harry not knowing that Draco's heart was beating just as fast as his own.

"I wish to have you Raven, will you accept?" It was something Draco always asked him, never taking something that wasn't offered. Use to the touches of Draco but still innocent to the ways of sex, Harry blushed softly before nodding.

"Yeah," he breathlessly sighed, a soft moan catching in his throat when Draco kissed him deeply. Turning around in Draco's lap, he clung to the other man's shoulders desperately; falling so easily into the kiss. It was something Harry would deny if ever asked, though secretly he loved Draco's kisses. Draco wrapped his arms tighter around Harry, grinding his own hips up; growling as he swallowed another pretty moan from the dark-haired man in his lap. Feeling Harry claw at his shoulders like he did when he was feeling needy, Draco couldn't help but rise and carry their intentions over to the bed. Harry lay sprawled on the dark red sheets, his hair mused and lips swollen from Draco's possessive kisses. Looking down at Harry right then, the emotions flowing through the other man's eyes caused that constant feeling in Draco's chest to contract tightly. As he climbed over Harry, the only thought that passed through his mind as he kissed him was something he would deny himself to ever think again.

'I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him.'

"Draco darling, do you love Harry?" The soft, reluctant tone of his mother's voice brought him out of his thoughts; his body having calmed down except for the slight hardness between his legs he always got when even just thinking about kissing his raven. The silence filled the air as he pressed his face into his mother's lap, the dress hiding the look of anguish that crossed his face.

"Yes Mother, I do."

:o ...so yeah, flashback to when Draco realized he was in love with Harry but started denying it . Don't kill me, but I really wanted to show the softer side of Draco. The side that a mother only sees of her son; cause I totally made Draco a mama's boy in the best kind of way :) at least I think so. Hope you all liked it. -R.F.