A/N Thanks to reviewers:

SlashFan69: Hehe, I'm glad you liked that, I was afraid people might not understand what I meant by it, but you obviously did so its ok!

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KJ Cook: Hehe yeah, it was different to write it that way round – usually in my fics its Draco with all the charm and Harry is usually in denial, so I liked it hehe!

Jay FicLover: Hey thanks for your amazing review! I loved it! About the who Harry sees in his dreams thing, you'll just have to wait and find out I'm afraid! That other story you read sounds really good, I might have to find it someday! Thanks!

Dress up romance xx: Thanks, I'm glad you liked it. About whether they do that often, it depends on you: would you like them to do it often?? Be honest, because I'm finding the next chapter (the one after this one) a bit difficult to write…

Tarshill: Ahh about the lube thing: I always think about it when I write those scenes, but I always find that if you fumble around with that then it takes away some of the emotion and I feel like it kinda splits up the section, makes it bitty, do you know what I mean? Maybe that's just me… But yeah, that's how I always write those scenes, never any lube required. They're hard guys haha! They can stand the pain lol!

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The Truth

Harry woke up feeling a thumping penetrating through his entire body. At first, he thought it was still Draco's heart against his skin, but as he came to his senses, he realised it was something else – trembling through the whole house.

He opened his eyes quickly saw Draco getting quickly dressed and flattening out his hair.

"What is it?" He asked groggily.

"Probably someone from St. Mungo's," Draco replied lazily, and yet still rushing to tidy himself up, "They could have just sent an owl!"

Before Harry could say anything else, Draco walked out of the room, leaving the door open. Harry stood up and pulled his boxers on, and went to wait by the door, from where he could see the front door downstairs. When Draco opened it briskly, however, both he and Harry got the shocks of their lives.

Hermione and Ron were standing at the door, and when Draco opened it, Ron shoved past him and yelled, "Where is he? What have you done to him?"

Draco turned to face Ron, and Harry could just about see his face from the bedroom door; it was almost completely calm, Harry was sure that only he would be able to see the worry hidden behind his eyes.

"What? Harry?" Draco said dumbly, "He's asleep."

"At three in the afternoon?" Ron shouted, going up to Draco and pushing him backwards. Harry had to stop himself from running down there and pushing Ron back.

"Ron!" Hermione squealed, "Don't get overexcited!"

Draco took a step back and said calmly, "He's in bed because he's ill. I'd prefer it if you didn't disturb him with all your shouting."

"Like you care!" Ron shouted anyway. "Take me to him, I don't believe you."

Harry suddenly saw Draco's eyes look upwards for less than a second and focus on him before looking Ron in the eyes once more.

"He doesn't want to see you," He said.

Ron almost turned to look up, but Draco said quickly, "He told me last night. He came over and said not to let you in. So I'd like you to leave."

"You can't make me do anything," Ron said stonily.

"This is my house," Draco spat back.

"And my soon to be brother in law is here somewhere, and I'm going to find him!"

Harry saw a smirk appear on Draco's face as Ron said it, and he couldn't help but grin, too, despite the situation he had landed himself in. Seeing that Draco was beginning to need help, he decided to throw his clothes on and go down… But then he saw them. On the landing, five metres away were his jeans. And his t-shirt was in the living room…

Just to make matters worse, at that moment Ron turned away from Draco and went to walk up the stairs.

Harry panicked and pushed the door almost completely closed, leaving only a small crack to peer through.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco shouted suddenly, pulling Ron back down the first three steps.

"I'm finding my best friend!" Ron yelled back.

To Harry's surprise, Draco let out a laugh. "You can hardly call yourself his best friend, can you? After all you three have said about him since his accident? I'm a better friend than you!"

Harry's eyes widened as Ron laughed in response, "You? A friend? You're just sucking up to him so that when he gets his memory back he'll forgive you for everything you did at Hogwarts!"

There was silence. Draco's face turned into an icy, glaring stare before he said quietly. "I did nothing in Hogwarts."

"You made Harry's life total hell and you know it! All of our lives!" Ron shouted, seemingly enjoying Draco's frustration.

"Get out!" Draco shouted louder than ever.

Ron laughed again, "You don't want him to hear this, do you? I bet you haven't really told him anything about Hogwarts like he says you have!"

Suddenly, Draco's wand was out and there was a flash of red light from each Draco and Ron. The streaks of light collided with each other and sent both of them flying backwards, Draco landed on his feet but hit the wall while Ron fell onto his backside.

"Ron!" Hermione screamed.

Harry was just about to reveal himself anyway when Hermione said, "Come on, Ron, let's go," She helped Ron up onto his feet and turned to Draco, "But I'm warning you, if anything has happened to Harry…"

"Get out, both of you," Draco spat, and then they were gone with a slam of the great front door.

Harry stood at the door to the bedroom for a second longer in complete astonishment, and then went to sit back on the bed, pulling the sheet over his legs, and waited for Draco to come back up.

It seemed to take an age, but Harry didn't know why. And when Draco finally did appear, they stared at each other from across the room. Harry felt a strange tension in the air, and noticed that Draco looked almost scared, but hid it well.

For what seemed like hours, neither of them said a word until Draco finally sat down next to him and said, "I suppose you heard it all then…"

Harry did not reply to the question directly, but asked one of his own. "Did you really make my life hell in Hogwarts?"

Draco looked at him, and his eyes suddenly softened considerably.

"I've told you about Hogwarts," He said quietly. "We didn't get on, and I was horrible to you and your friends sometimes… A – a lot of the time… And yes, you did have some hellish times there, but they weren't started by me, they were never anything to do with me!"

"What times?" Harry asked, uncertain of Draco's words.

"Everything to do with the Dark Lord, Harry," Draco answered as if it was obvious, which Harry then supposed it was… "But I suppose Weasley was talking about the time in between, and yes, I admit I can't have made it any easier for you…"

Harry looked at him for a moment, considering.

"Oh come on, Harry!" Draco said, suddenly angry, "You can't possibly tell me that because you've heard something from someone that you don't even like about me, you're going to take everything back? After this morning, you're just going to believe Weasley and drop me? I haven't done anything wrong!"

Harry faltered for only a second more before taking Draco's hand, smiling and saying, "I know, I'm sorry. I trust you."

Draco smiled weakly back as Harry got up to go and find his clothes that were scattered around the manor. As he reached the door, however, Draco called him back.

"Harry," He said quickly. Harry turned and smiled at him. "I… I don't regret this morning."

Harry cocked his head to the side, feeling as though Draco hadn't said what he wanted to, but replied with a smile, "Neither do I."

Draco lay in bed that night, wide awake from all the sleep he had gotten during the day. Or at least, that's what he told himself…

It had been an hour since Harry had very reluctantly gone home after actions that made Draco positively want to drag him back into the bed which they hadn't left all day, apart from when the Weasel and Granger had intruded…

Begrudgingly, Draco admitted to himself that that was the real reason he was not yet asleep. His brain was ticking round and round, one side of his thoughts telling him it was a good thing that he hadn't told Harry about the incident in sixth year at Hogwarts, and the other side asking him why on earth he hadn't. But not only that, why hadn't he told Harry about his father yet? True that his father had not tried to contact him since Draco had told him not to, but it was the principle, surely?

Draco looked down in disgust to his left arm: the cause of all his problems. The mark that had branded him almost four years ago as part of the Death Eaters, in enslavement to the Dark Lord… Why had Draco let them do it? He didn't want to join them in the first place, he only did it to make his father proud, another thing he regretted. And he didn't kill Dumbledore in the end anyway! But then… His actions had led to his death…

He sighed as the thought crossed his mind – again – that Harry would spot it sometime, even though he didn't this morning. And even if he didn't, he would surely tire of lying to Ginny about why he wouldn't bed her, and then he'd demand a better reason why he shouldn't let any of them know. Well, Draco said a 'better' reason, when in fact there was no reason at all at the moment, but somehow earlier he had managed to persuade Harry not to tell anyone. The reason was, of course, because if Harry told them he was sleeping with Draco, one of them would tell him about sixth year and Draco's father and himself being Death Eaters, and Draco would lose Harry. He couldn't lose Harry. Not after what happened between them this morning. Not after what had been happening between them since Harry's 'accident'.

It was ironic, really, that Draco had set out in his father's plan as a means to get rid of Harry, and yet now, he wouldn't be able to live without him. Even earlier when Harry had left, Draco was overcome with a sense of loneliness that he supposed he had felt before, but he was so used to that he didn't realise it.

Draco sighed and rubbed the scar of the Dark Mark on his arm once more. As he tried to go to sleep, he decided that he would have to tell Harry the truth – the whole truth – before someone else did, and it was too late.

Harry returned to Malfoy manor the next evening, after spending a terribly boring day in his room at his house. When Ginny, Ron and Hermione had got home from work, he magically locked the door and put a silencing charm on it (using spells that Draco had taught him in bed the previous day) so that none of them could get to him and try telling him why Draco was so terrible again.

The bottom line was that Harry believed and trusted Draco when he said that all that happened between them in Hogwarts was petty arguments, and he wasn't about to believe three people who didn't even think he was worth their time anymore.

Harry knocked on the door to the manor after apparating himself there successfully, and waited for the door to open.

Draco's house elf, Daniel, answered the door and bowed Harry into the house.

"Hello?" Harry called, "Draco?"

He heard a noise from up in Draco's room and smirked, running off up the stairs.

When he opened the door, which had already stood ajar, he saw Draco bending over, evidently looking for something in the trunk that sat at the end of his bed.

"You know," Harry said cheekily, "I'm sure I've seen that sight somewhere before."

Draco jumped and turned around. "Harry," He said in surprise, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long enough," Harry said, walking up to Draco and wrapping his arms around him.

Draco smirked back but it disappeared almost instantly as Harry began to kiss his neck, going over the mark he had left yesterday. Slowly, however, he felt Draco's shoulders relax from their rigid position and his head began to tilt back.

"Harry…" Draco said faintly, "I wanted to talk…"

"Then talk," Harry said quietly as he silkily pushed Draco's shirt back off his shoulders.

"No; you don't…" Draco tried but then made a groaning noise and pulled Harry's top over his head. "You're not good for me," He said afterwards, looking Harry in the eyes as he smirked.

"Funny, I always think you're too good for me," Harry replied, unbuckling Draco's belt hook.

"You know we can't just do this every time we see each other…" Draco whispered in Harry's ear as he, too, undid his partners trousers.

Harry kissed his lips and then said, "I won't tell if you won't…"

Harry moved back in to kiss Draco properly, but Draco jerked his head back slightly, evidently not realising he'd done it.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, moving back.

Draco looked at him, no expression on his face and answered, "Erm… Not… Not now…"

"Oh!" Harry said, "Sorry, I thought… Well, I thought you were kidding." Draco said nothing but laughed half-heartedly. Harry tied his belt back up on his jeans but continued to look at Draco. There was something wrong – he could see it in his face. "What is it?"

"What?" Draco asked jumpily.

"You look terrible," Harry said, "What's wrong?"

"I…" Draco stuttered, Harry was beginning to get slightly worried. "I need to…" He saw Draco gulp. "I don't feel well…"

"Oh," Harry said, a sense of relief flowing over him, "Have you had a bad day at work? Maybe you should get some sleep," He suggested.

"Yes, busy day…" Draco replied as he sat down.

Harry sat next to him and asked, "Do you want me to stay with you?"

Draco looked at him, "I'd like that…" He nodded.

Harry smiled and walked around the bed to get in. Taking off his shoes, he slipped under the duvet and lay behind Draco - who had laid on his side - wrapping his arm around him and holding his hand.

Harry was so content with the sweet smell of Draco's hair and the feel of his soft skin against his that he almost fell asleep very quickly, before Draco spoke into the silence.

"Harry," He whispered, "I don't ever want to lose you."

Harry smiled, "You never will," He replied honestly.

A/N Short chapter, I know, I'm so sorry! I read through it and felt like it seems like a filler chapter, but it wasn't meant to be; I think it's really important to be honest. But oh well, you lovely people will be the judges of that! Thanks for reading, again, I'm sorry for the shortness, I'll try and make the next one longer!