Heeyyy Ok, I know I always make excuses, but really, they're always true so please read this more… factual explanation of why I'm taking so long to write these days:

-College is crazy, I have projects and tests every week

-I'm going to work for Disney this winter so I'll be moving to the US in November, which means there's a lot going on with booking tickets, visa stuff, interviews and what not.

-I'm seriously thinking about publish one of many originals stories I have and so I'm concentrating a lot into making it come together and I'm spending loads of time writing it.

-I have another fic idea I'm already working on, it's a secret hehehe, but I'll tell you this: It's RemusXSirius and it's -GASP- Mpreg! Oh no!! Run for your life! (what the hell is wrong with me? I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaateeeeeeeee mpreg, it's the pressure lololol)

-And of course there are the whole I-don't-feel-like-doing-anything times, and the I-wanna-spend-time-with-my-girlfriend times, and the I'ma-go-clubbing-with-my-friends times. Err.. you get the point lolololol

So sorry, but it's all I've got :P But if it helps anything the next chapter is half written. Which is the main reason why I took so long to get this out :P I sort of made two chapters and it was really freaky to separate them, but anyway. Maybe it'll be up next week, the next one.

That's it I guess. Oh and thanks to Hollee as always cause she's just the bestest of them all, and without a beta I cannot live!

JK owns them!

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He saw Harry's dream as the boy said those words. Yes, it had been him… and, though it made no sense that such thing would happen, the Gryffindor had indeed visited his mind like he did with the Dark Lord's.

"Yeah." He answered, feeling as though under Veritaserum, he couldn't bring himself to lie, he didn't want to.

No sound, no nodding, nothing, if Harry heard the answer he didn't show it.

Then Draco felt the other seeker's hand on his arm, the left one. Alarms rang through his body, he opened his mouth to say something, but faster than he could do that, his sleeve was lifted.

"And you're a Death Eater." The Boy-Who-Lived muttered, looking at the ink black tattoo and the angry skin around it.

Ok, that was it, he needed to draw a line before he lost his mind and handed himself over to the black-haired boy. One thing was to share thoughts, by choice, as they came to his mind. Even if those were thoughts he didn't share with anyone else. But to be bearing his secrets to the enemy… that was madness.

'There is no such thing.' He reminded himself, in this world that lasted for as long as they were beside each other, there was no such thing as enemies.

Well that was so as long as Harry didn't decide to stand up at that moment and run to the headmaster with the news. He didn't even know what he expected from the other boy, he had never thought of a situation like this before. Revealing that he was a Death Eater was a greater fault than Draco was allowed.

"Yeah." He answered in the same way again, looking at his mark just like Harry was.

Then they looked at each other almost at the same time, eyes meeting.

Harry was seeing right through him, he wasn't thinking about what 'Death Eater' would mean in the outside world; he didn't think about that for a second. At that moment, in their world, it just meant Draco was everything he was… he was as lost and as choice-less and as blinded as him. They were the same.

Their hands were tied back by expectations they didn't meet, obligations they hadn't chosen and a sense of righteousness that had been imposed. They weren't allowed to change their minds or wander away from what others had set… they were pawns in the game that existed on the outside.

"Things just can't be different." Draco pointed out, not daring to look away from the green orbs before him. And letting the boy's hand hold his arm still, he wouldn't pull away from that touch had it been an order from the Dark Lord himself.

Harry frowned, how was it that everything was happening so fast in his head? He couldn't judge what he was thinking. And, more importantly, he couldn't judge what he was wanting. In the back of his mind, he was aware something was off about the wonderful feel of that person's skin under his. Or the connection he felt, or the… actual, almost touchable desire.

He shook his head, unable to comprehend anything, he could tell the Slytherin was feeling the same, was feeling the pull. Pull which kept growing stronger every time they established they were more and more alike. That they were the only one the other could turn to. The only one they could truly be themselves with.

No thinking, no reasoning, no expectations.

His breath got caught in his throat and his body moved on its own. Draco met him half way.

--

Sirius got the letter that same night and he immediately went to The Order's headquarters, his old home, Grimmauld Place. He was spending a lot of time there these days since Remus was away…

He didn't trust himself to be alone all the time or he might just go after the werewolf. He was almost dying with worry, and after this letter, he was worse then before.

He talked the contents over with Molly and the few members that were there for the night and their response was pretty much like his own, they were all in complete alert. He brought up as well Remus' concern about Harry being what Voldemort sought, and decided they should filter the information from now on.

The animagus was usually the one who vouched for his son's willingness to join them in their fight. He knew Voldemort was a great part of the boy's life and that he should have a say in it, but this time he was hesitant. It was best not to get him involved if the whole thing was really about to explode on their hands.

--

It was as though he was breathing for the first time, there was some sort of life line being shared by the two of them. Nothing was enough, he just couldn't stop, couldn't let go, all he wanted was for time to stop at that single moment.

"This is…" He heard Draco whisper against his lips, before kissing him again "…so fucked up."

He didn't answer, he just pulled on the Slytherin's tie, bringing him closer. He didn't bloody care how absurd this could have been at any other time or any other scenario, he just cared that it felt unbelievably right.

Magic pulsed through him, making his entire body shake, it was urging him on and it was coming from the boy on top of him. "Oh Merlin." He gasped, feeling Malfoy's mouth wondering about his jaw, teasing him in an unbearable way. His hands found the blonde locks and tangled themselves in them, as though afraid the other would stop.

Thoughts ran through Draco's head at an insane speed, why the hell was he doing this? How was it that an uncontrollable urge like this could even exist? He couldn't even imagine, at the moment, how they had kept themselves away from the other for so long. It was like… it was like the Boy-Who-Lived was something he needed to keep going. It was like a bloody drug.

He didn't know what this meant, or what it left them with and he didn't really want to think about that. But, Merlin knows how much time later, when they finally let go and just stayed still in the other's arms, he was filled with fear. It was stupid, but as he felt Harry under him, his breathing matching his own, he was afraid to let go.

It was undeniable that they both got addicted to these little meetings they had going on, but when there was nothing, no excuse for them to spend time with the other, would they just part?

"You're bloody mad." The Gryffindor finally spoke up, his green eyes staring into Draco's gray ones and his breathing coming out ragged from his reddened lips. "Stop trying to make sense out of this, it makes no sense. It just is… you feel it and so do I, end of story." He said simply, arching in for a brief kiss. "I don't think… it could… I don't think we'd manage quitting this, whatever it is, my mind is bloody open to you… you'd know…"

So at last Draco managed to dive into their little world once, leaving those thoughts behind. There were, after all, much more pressing matters at the moment. So his mouth found Harry's again.

--

'Oh Merlin'. Was his first thought as he woke up.

If there was an actual, touchable line he shouldn't have crossed and from which he couldn't turn back, last night's event had been it. And the worst of it was, even now… he still… wanted it. If yesterday's situation was presented to him at this moment, while his head was clear, he would react in the same way.

He met Ron and Hermione downstairs and they talked to him until they reached the hall for breakfast, of course he wasn't really hearing what was being said. Which reminded him that he had to stop acting like that, it was not his friends' fault that his world was being turned upside down however they did not want to deal with him.

He tried to focus on what was being said, and tried to nod at the right moments, it didn't come out very spontaneous though, but it was a start.

That was until Harry's eyes found his. He felt a rush of adrenaline, as though the world could just blow up from that simple contact. But both saw the acknowledgment of their accomplice on the other's eyes and looked away after the reassurance. Their world was still there as promised, private and secret, they just had to wait.

"Harry!"

"What?" He turned around sharply, he hated when people kept talking to him though he wasn't paying attention anymore.

"Mail." Ron said matter-of-factly, pointing to a brown owl that had been waiting for him to give her attention.

"Right." He murmured back, getting the letter at last, it was from Remus.

Harry,

I'm just writing in to ask how you're doing. I'm visiting our relatives still, but I think I'll be back around next week. Because they're planning something for Sirius, a surprise, so I want to help out. Maybe you should come too, you never know, might be something really fun!

Well, write back to me, ok? I miss you and Siri both very much so at least tell me what you're up to. I hope everything is ok, the toad is not being much trouble, right? Let me know!

Love, Dad

The Boy-Who-Lived exhaled heavily, "Great." He murmured under his breath. Another short letter with a hidden meaning, but this time at least, the message was very clear to him.

"What's wrong?" He heard Hermione's voice.

"Remember how I said… that I had a feeling Dad was trying to tell me something? That the… that his friends were planning something?"

"Right, so what did he say, mate?" Ron asked trying to get a glimpse of the words.

"It's next week, whatever they're planning… it'll happen next week."

"What? Already? Are you sure?" Hermione asked with a frown.

"Here." He said as he handed her the letter.

Ron read it with his girlfriend, and then looked at him, "What do you think he means by '…maybe you should come too'?"

The messy-haired boy shrugged. "Maybe he wants me to go, to help them."

"Please, I hardly believe Mr. Lupin would want you to be around any trouble. I think it's meaningless, it's just so it sounds more real." The bushy-haired witch said matter-of-factly.

He bit his lip and stared down at the parchment again. He wanted to get his broom, fly off to where his father was and drag him back by the arm, then lock him inside a room in the dungeons. That ought to stop him from risking himself.

He sighed.

"Well, whether he wants me there or not, if something happens… if there's anything I can do, I won't just stand here and watch it through Voldemort's mind. When the plan comes clear in my head, then I'll think of something."

"We'll think of something Harry." The girl corrected, putting a hand over his.

All he could do was smile sadly, and seek once more the silver eyes across the hall.

--

When Draco arrived for charms that morning, he mechanically went to the place he usually sat at, but something stopped him mid-way. He saw from afar the Boy-Who-Lived taking his seat in front of the class with Granger and Weasley, and before he knew it his feet were taking him towards the boy.

"I'm too tired to concentrate Pansy." He said to the girl trailing after him, thinking the lie up as he walked towards the golden trio. "It's better we sit up front today or I might just not get a word of what Flitwick is trying to teach us." He said.

She made her pity face "Oh, poor thing, you're tired aren't you Dray? That's ok, we'll sit in the front row then." Her high pitched voice answered him, making him cringe.

He just nodded and kept walking until he reached the desk that was right beside the Gryffindors. See, usually he'd be taking a seat beside Weasley since the usual formation was Weasel, Potter and Granger. But that was before the mudblood and the redhead started dating; now it was Harry who always sat at the left so the couple of lovebirds could be by each other's side. Right now though, that meaningless thing had resulted into something good for the blonde, because now he could take a seat close to the Boy-Who-Lived.

Draco could tell Harry knew he was approaching and watching him tense up was surprisingly amusing. He wasn't doing it to tease the seeker, it was more like… being away from him for so long… didn't seem that possible.

Harry tried not to look at him, tried to keep himself immersed in the conversation with his two best friends, but the presence was overwhelming. He couldn't help but turn for just enough time that he could get a glimpse of the blonde's face.

He couldn't believe Malfoy had the guts to take a seat beside him, but at the same time he couldn't help but be grateful. It was like his presence charged him up again.

Neither one of his friends said anything about the Slytherin's seating beside them; it wasn't that unusual for the boy to seat up front. But most importantly they didn't notice the look Harry had exchanged with him.

Conversations kept on going around the classroom until the tiny professor entered and called attention to himself, climbing on top of a book stack.

"Hear hear, everyone please quiet down now." He said in his squeaky voice.

The Charms professor never had much problem controlling his class, since his lectures were usually very pleasant and so the conversations died down at once.

"Now, today we're going to try a little activity to prepare ourselves for the O.W.Ls. It's going to take the whole time of our class, so let's rush it up, just pair up with the person beside you and open your books to page two hundred and eighty eight." He said, pointing his wand at them as he gestured.

Some people groaned but the noise of chairs being dragged sounded throughout the classroom as they scooted over to sit closer to their assigned partner.

Being as Harry's row started with Hermione, and the person directly beside her was Ron, it left Harry with the only choice of pairing up with the person on his left.

"Mate, seriously, what's wrong with you." Ron said humorously, staring past his best friend. "Next thing you know he'll be assign to sit by you on lunch."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Not funny Ron, I think maybe we should switch places." She said, in a reprimanding voice. She didn't want to give Harry a harder time then he was already having lately.

"No, it's fine, Mione," he said before he could help it, "I ahm… I'm used to it already, no need for you guys to suffer it too." He added at once and before either of his friends could ask, he brought his chair closer to Malfoy, who was still trying to tell Parkinson off.

Flitwick finally got the girl to agree to pair up with Crabbe who sat on her left, freeing the blonde Slytherin to move his chair closer to him.

He heard a soft chuckle coming from Malfoy when they were finally side by side. He couldn't disagree it was very amusing that such thing would happen, them being assigned to partner up in yet another class that is.

"We have learned this spells all throughout the year, so now it's time for you to practice and for that you will need your partner's help. In page two hundred and eighty eight there's the list of everything we saw, you can start practicing right way. If you do not get the expected result try to figure out why with your partner, I want you to pretend this is the actual O.W.Ls, meaning you have to try and do things without me pointing out the mistakes. Ok, now that all of you have your books open, you may begin!"

Draco rolled his eyes as he read the spells listed on said page. "I can't believe I waste my time with these things." He commented disdainfully.
"Then let me try to get them right then." Harry retorted, looking at him with a skeptical expression, besides Hermione, Draco was the only person he knew that seemed to excel at everything.

"Hmm, and how am I supposed to help you?" The blonde asked, unable to understand why Flitwick would actually assign partners for such a silly little thing.

"Just sit there." Harry answered matter-of-factly as he got his wand out.

Unconsciously, like he had been doing the past night in the library, Draco sat close enough to Harry so that his leg was touching the other boy's. This time their shoulders were brushing against each other's too.

And though it was very comforting for both of them to be in that position, it got quite… distracting after a while. And so the Boy-Who-Lived became unsettled, it seemed that the room's temperature was slowly rising, and as though Malfoy was much, much nearer than he should be. He felt like… reaching for the other boy, he wanted to feel him, just… just a bit closer.

Then, without warning, Draco grabbed the hand that Harry was holding his wand in, which made said Gryffindor hold his breath.

"You're shaking." The blonde pointed out, arching his eyebrow. "Calm down" He said with an amused voice.

"Then how about you kindly step away." The messy-haired one answered back through gritted teeth. "It's very-"

"Distracting." Malfoy finished for him, barely concealing a smirk.

"Yes, so… don't…" He hissed.

"I can't help it." He said truthfully. But he conjured enough will power to retrieve his hand and sit back on his chair.

"If I can, then you can, it's very simple." The Boy-Who-Lived argued.

"And you obviously can't." The blonde retorted, once again motioning to the other boy's shaking frame.

Harry suddenly remembered his two best friends were sitting less than a foot away from him and so he turned to them, as though checking to see if they were looking, but they seemed concentrated into making Ron's book turn red and not transfigure itself into a quill.

"I know…" He admitted in a low voice, making his partner smirk once more.

He was wondering if last night they had opened themselves up to an immeasurable need for each other and that now neither would be able to deal with it, which would result each day in… situations like this.

When he looked into those silver eyes, he felt like… everything made sense again. No matter how many letters that announced upcoming chaos came, or how many detentions with Umbridge he had to endure, it was like… there was a purpose to these things. But then, at the same time, if he had to stay too close to the Slytherin… the want took over. He just wanted to…

"Ok, now you're the one who's doing it." Draco said, referring to Harry's biting of his lower lip, and constant moving which resulted in touching the Slytherin.

Malfoy sat up straight on his chair, then made sure no one was paying any particular attention to them before leaning in and discreetly whispering. "We've got break after this, you finish this rubbish fast, we'll get out of here and… tell your friends you have detention."

His entire body shivered by the feeling of the blonde's breath on his ear, and he just nodded numbly.

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And that's how Harry found himself, not half an hour later, thrown against the wall of a broom shed that was actually the Room of Requirements – yeah, he hadn't been very creative.

"Merlin!" He exclaimed right before lips claimed his forcefully.

Malfoy's body was pressed against his completely, just like he had been wishing for the entire time he had been in charms. The boy's pale hand was on his hair, pulling them him closer so he wouldn't have been able to escape.

"For the… Merlin… how is it that this feels so bloody good?" Draco asked looking at him, feeling truthfully puzzled. He had made out with a lot of girls in the past. A lot. But nothing, nothing felt as good as this, it was… "…just… unbelievable…".He murmured huskily before kissing the black-haired youth again.

They parted, breathing heavily and out of compass, and stared at the other. "You know, I was thinking, maybe we're really…" He stopped for a second as Harry kissed him. "-under a spell. This is completely… insane." He managed to say before the Gryffindor's lips came onto his once more.

"I don't bloody care." Harry murmured meaningfully just as he had the previous night, grabbing the boy by the collar and changing their positions, pinning Draco to the wall this time.

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A.N:

Yes it was crazy, yes it was rushed bah

See, I like this chapter, I had fun making it, but I do realize it's a bit crazy lol. But I just feel like I have to make things happen or I won't be getting anywhere, so I'm messing around a bit more! I hope you guys find it ok!

Answer To Reviews:

latinanewschic: Oh thank you so much :) Well, I don't think anyone can fight off the imperious hahahah except harry, but he's not normal hahaha Thank you!

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Moony73: Hahahahhahah thank you for logging in :PPP Yes, I thought it was forced too... this one I just posted as a little bit as well, but I'm trying hard to make things happen so some stuff will be rushed unfortunately, hahah I suck with transition. OHHHHNNNNNNN that's so sweet of you to say!! It so does sound like a compliment!

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