Hey guys! Twenty days! That was the longest time yet! But you were warned lol Well, the chapter is longer to apologize for that, so please be happy lololol

Well, as I've said, I'm finally in the USA! And I'm working in EPCOT which is by far my favorite park! yeyeyeyye I've been here for a week and hadn't had the time to breathe yet, so this chapter just took longer to be done :O but hopefully as my life turns into a routine I'll have time to write more and faster. But don't worry, I'll keep the chaps coming :)

Oh, and I'm still beta-less… and worried… haven't heard from Hollee, I hope she's ok though… -sighs-

Well, that's it, read and enjoy

Jk Owns them!

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Siri,

Hey, Love, how have you been? Are you managing well without me? We haven't seen each other in over a week… I miss you.

I have talked to my friends here a lot and I have learned much too, but I'm becoming more and more worried about that issue I talked to you about last time. I think… it's getting dangerous… I'd feel better if you were staying over at GP, that way at least she'd take care of you.

Hope to be there Monday, love you,

Rem.

Sirius put the parchment down and rubbed his temple in a tired gesture. Yet another letter, yet another promise and yet… Remus still wasn't coming back. He sighed, there was nothing new, only his lover out there risking his neck and ordering him to stay in Grimmauld Place so he could be baby-sat by Molly.

"What the hell is going on over there, Moony?" he asked to the empty room, as he stared out the window of his parent's house. "… just come back already, you idiot" he said grimly, hitting his head softly on the glass.

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Oh, it was Friday! Great day, as always! Well, it was… sort of… for everyone who was not Harry Potter. It had started out well, he had been keeping his good mood up, he had gotten out of bed in time, gotten ready, out the door with his friends intending to have a very nice breakfast.

But then… well, then their eyes met and Harry felt doomed.

He had been entering the hall with his friends, minding his own business, when a shoulder hit his hard. Malfoy passed him, beating him to the entrance and looked back, as though he was merely acknowledging that he had run into someone.

He didn't apologize, Harry didn't demand it either. It had been on purpose and the gryffindor seeker knew it, the blonde had been dying for that little contact. He couldn't hide the fact that he had as well, it was becoming sort of pathetic how much they had come to need the other, but it was a fact. And their detention meetings… they weren't enough anymore.

He nearly reached out to the slytherin as their eyes locked for that brief moment, but managed to remember he was standing in the middle of the great hall and all around him there were people. With eyes.

He sighed heavily and shook his head, he was hopeless and he knew it.

"Ah, forget about him mate, he's just being a git as usual" Ron said as he watched Harry's expression when the blond had refused to apologize.
The messy haired boy frowned at him, but then realized that Ron was actually making sense. He was the one with his head filled with other thoughts.

"Yeah, I know. Wouldn't have killed him to apologize though." He said with a shrug.

Hermione was quiet and if Harry could guess he'd say she was glad the red-head had acted a tad more adult in a situation like that.

They went inside and sat down, not moments after, already discussing one thing or the other. But when they were half way through breakfast and the owl post arrived, a large brown owl stopped by Harry, offering him the letter attached to its leg.

"Oh, Dad answered" he acknowledged, getting the thin, rolled piece of paper.

When he opened it up there was but a single phrase in the parchment, written in a fine elegant writing he had never seen before.

Meet me after history

It said simply, no name, no nothing, but Harry didn't need that, he knew very well who it was from. Needless to say, when he lifted his head, silver eyes were watching him intently. He didn't want anyone to notice, but he didn't refrain from nodding softly either.

It was finally catching up to them, that was the truth. Today was Friday, as in the end of the two weeks of detention, after that night, they'd have no excuse of disappearing in the middle of the night to do crazy stunts over the quidditch pitch. Or even engage in their surreal conversations.

"Is that from Mr. Lupin?" Hermione asked, looking at him from across the table.

"Ahm? Oh, err.. yeah" he said, a bit clueless, he wasn't about to explain what the letter actually was. "Nothing much, the usual, you know…" he added so it wouldn't sound so fake.

"Didn't you say he'd be back around this week?" she asked.

"Yeah, but you know how it is, he says one thing, does another" he said, dismissively.

Another owl saved him from saying anything else.

This time it was really from his father, the animagus one that is. But it was as empty as Harry had predicted. There was only a mere assurance that the man would stay out of trouble. The boy had to fight the urge of rolling his eyes, as if his father would.

He pocketed the letter, intending to write back later and went back to his breakfast and friends who were talking animatedly about the upcoming Ravenclaw Slytherin game.

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There he sat in DADA, bored out of his effing mind, trying to look as though he was actually reading that rubbish of a text book. He only managed to fall asleep though, and was thankful to Ron for suggesting they've had enough with Umbridge's crap and should just sit in the back row to get it over with.

His mind started wondering and he noticed that, right before he drifted off, he had been watching intently the back of a certain blonde's head.

Then it came, that familiar feeling of going under water, of feeling himself entering someone else's mind. He saw it all at once.

Through the man's eyes he learned of ideas, he learned that the dark lord was happy. It had worked out, as one death eater told him, it was all set.

The vision was nothing more than a dark round room that looked as though it was a dungeon, and a few hooded people sat by the table that took the center of the room. They kept talking and talking about the following week and it was making Harry's fear grow horrendously. 'Next Week' had been mentioned quite a few times in the past days and to hear it firsthand just made everything more real.

He heard references to his father and then he heard Draco's name as well, and finally admitted to himself that it was not good at all. But before he could hear anything useful that would actually help him figure out what he could do to prevent whatever was coming he was pulled back to reality by a loud high pitched noise.

"Mr. Potter, Would you care to repeat what I just said?!" a large pink toad asked, as it towered over him.

He looked around and acknowledged his surroundings, realizing everyone in class was watching Umbridge pick on him one more time. "…What?" was all he managed to lazily reply.

Her sweet smile morphed into one of those sadistic grins for a second before going back to normal "Detention, Mr. Potter" she said in a bored way, as though that phrase was merely a part of her routine. "Tonight at eight" she finished, arching an eyebrow at him.

Harry opened his mouth to say something, still trying to shake off the after-effects of a vision, and before he could say anything, and just as the toad was going back to the front of the classroom a voice spoke up, and it wasn't Harry's.

"Professor Umbridge, it seems Potter lost his ability to speak" the drawling voice started, sarcasm filling the room "So I feel like I need to you let you know, he can't go to detention today, he's already got one with Professor Snape at seven" Draco said matter-of-factly, and became quiet right after that, inwardly cursing himself for saying such thing. He hadn't really planned on defending his right to spend time with the gryffindor out loud, especially when it looked like he was defending Potter.

The woman turned to him and her brown went up again, had Draco not been a slytherin he probably would have gotten a detention himself. No one deprives Dolores Umbridge of what she wants.

"Hmm" the noise came out frustrated, she wasn't sure what to say "Well, tomorrow then, Mr. Potter, 8 pm"

With that she turned once and for all back to her 'teaching'.

Harry stared across the room at the blond who refused to make any eye contact with a half smile half frown look on his face. It was awfully amusing, however surprising, to see Draco act out of impulse when a matter involved him.

"Is it just me or Malfoy just spoke up for ya, mate?" Ron asked dumbly as his frowning face looked from the blond to his best friend.

Harry snapped out of his thoughts and managed to answer after putting his mind in order "It's just you, Ron. Just you" he answered, shaking his head.

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick…

He learned in the worst way possible that no, looking at a clock would not make time go faster, it actually had the whole opposite effect. His hands were sweating, the room was hot, he couldn't stop biting his lower lip or running his hands through his hair. Bloody Saint Potter.

Why didn't he take Herbology with him? It was stupid really, why didn't he? Everyone should take herbology together…

"I'm turning into a bloody idiot" the blonde slytherin said out loud interrupting his own line of incoherent thoughts. He couldn't think straight, he couldn't do much of anything, all he could think about was Potter.

He couldn't believe it'd be over, their excuses. He didn't say anything – no matter if the gryffindor knew it anyway – he didn't dare, because he didn't want to think about it. Not only that, but the upcoming attack that could lead the wizarding world's savior to his death scared him. It wasn't as though he couldn't live without Potter, he just… rather not think about it.

The professor went on and on about he-had-no-idea-what-anymore, and the slytherin had had enough. Being sure to look very, very sick, he stood up feigning dizziness and walked towards Madam Sprout who was helping a Ravenclaw with their assignment.

"Professor, I'm..not feeling well, so I… I'm going to see Madam Pomfrey" he said, with a slurred voice, making his act all the more convincing.

She frowned at him, turning away from a plant, "Mr. Malfoy? Hmm, you do look a bit flushed" she acknowledged looking at his red face. Draco knew she wouldn't complain about it, she knew he wasn't one to goof off. "Maybe someone should come with you, I'm not su-"

"No, professor. No need for anyone else to miss class, I'm sure I'm well enough to get there by myself." He said at once, the thought of Pansy cooing over him made him really feel sick.

She eyed him suspiciously but nodded and he had his things and was out the door before she could say anything else.

He ran towards the castle as soon as he was out of sight from the greenhouse. Soon he was outside the door of history of magic, leaning against the wall and asking himself what the hell he was doing there. This was past ridiculous already! He was supposed to be in class doing something useful not standing here like an addict waiting to jump on his drug.

He hit the back of his head twice softly on the rock wall behind him.

'Potter should be out already,' he thought 'It's probably time to leave anyway, he should be here' his thoughts once again had managed to fly back to the Boy-Who-Lived. He wondered if the gryffindor could hear him…

Sure when they were standing right next to each other it was easy to understand the other's emotions and even get some thoughts, but he never heard a thing or felt a thing when they were far. Would Harry hear him if he called? How far could he test this little bond of theirs? How strong was it really? He had no idea, neither did the other seeker.

'Come on, Potter, just get out already, if you leave with everyone else it'll be harder to get away from Granger and Weasley.' He thought insistently, annoyed.

Much to his surprise the door opened not a couple of minutes later and he jumped back from the wall as though trying to cover the fact that he was waiting for someone. It didn't matter in the end though, because it was said someone he was staring at right then.

The Boy-Who-Lived was frowning, staring at him with confusion on his face. "What are you doing here?" the gryffindor finally asked.

"I don't know" he answered automatically, shrugging. He imagined he must be looking pretty stupid right then.

Harry's frown didn't dissolve though "…was that… was that you? Just a moment ago? Did you call me?"

"Hmm… so you heard…" the blonde said thoughtfully "I had been just wondering really, how far I could still reach you, that is. And you can go back to your class, Potter. I'm not here for you" he said dismissively, the realization that he was always the desperate one searching for the other like crazy and not the other way around really bothered him.

"I'm standing right next to you, you know? Let's just go"

Harry had his bag over his shoulder and promptly started walking away, he had been as distressed as Draco had. He just had, unlike the other boy, very urgent imminent things on his mind to keep it from wandering off so much.

The blonde said nothing, but walked beside the gryffindor as they headed for the seventh floor.

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"Much more creative, Potter" Draco said with a roll of the eyes as they stepped into the room of requirement which looked exactly like the quidditch pitch outside.

The gryffindor didn't usually have the greatest and most original ideas when it came to shaping the secret room into something useful. The broom shed last time hadn't been much inventive either.

"Why don't you go ahead and think of something then, you git" Harry retorted, stopping in his place and admiring the setting of a fake sun. Mind you, it was just as beautiful as the real thing.

"…rather do other things" a hoarse voice whispered in his ear from behind him making his entire body shiver and a pulsing need become more urgent.

The breath on his neck teased him and kept those shivers running down his spine as the heat of the body behind him met painfully slowly with his back. He leaned in, tilting his head just the right way as a warm pair of lips found his jaw. He closed his eyes with abandon as pale fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer to the boy behind him as said boy devoured his throat.

He couldn't believe that something like that could feel so intimate… their connection allowed them to respond to the other's touches as long-time lovers would. So he had become so turned on so fast that he was nearly asking out loud for release.

"…Draco" he half called half moaned as he reached out to the blonde, this teasing was killing him, he needed something.

Again, the slytherin was quiet, but finally he let the gryffindor turn around, their lips finding the other's immediately.

And that's when they lost entire control.

Hands travelled everywhere, they knew what the other wanted, they could feel it, they wanted the same. No questions were asked, there was only approval, and invitation as all that mattered was making the other moan in pleasure.

They paid no mind to how it happened , but as they lay on the grass one over the other, they briefly acknowledged that the grass felt much…softer and that it was warm all around. But one second later that was insignificant again and their world evolved around their shared touches.

Harry couldn't explain; he couldn't stop. There was this thirst, this desire inside him that made him want to bring Draco so close that their bodies would just become one.

He couldn't help it when he just ripped the other boy's shirt off, needing to feel the pale skin he seemed to know so well against his own. The feeling of the blonde's weight over him was so home to him that nothing felt as right, but it still wasn't enough.

The slytherin did to him just as he had done, ridding him of his shirt, making both gasp softly at the contact. Malfoy stood on his elbows just a bit so he could look into the deep green eyes, he looked so disheveled with his red cheeks and gasping mouth that the sight almost pushed the Boy-Who-Lived over the edge.

He broke the contact only when Harry closed the space between them again by arching his back and taking his mouth. The gryffindor was acting so… bold that Draco could just act accordingly. And what up until then, ever since they had started this, had been off limits to the other, now wasn't.

When both reached for the other, both painfully needing that touch, magic stronger than anything they had felt until then cursed through their bodies.

"Oh Bloody Merlin" the blonde moaned, grabbing Harry's hand to stop him from moving it any longer or he wouldn't last another second.

The gryffindor looked at him through half closed eyelids in an inquiring manner, no words were spoken but the black-haired one understood. And he'd comply with the blonde's wishes, he'd make this last as much as he could.

Acting out of newfound instincts, Harry switched their positions, him being the one on top now. And so he was able to do as he pleased. His mouth acted on its own, travelling down the body bellow him, knowing exactly what to do to keep those enticing sounds coming from the other boy that seemed to be turning into a bigger mess every second.

But it was when he finally ran his tongue oh so slowly over the other seeker's most sensitive spot that Draco sat up at the same time he tangled his fingers in Harry's hair to bring him closer. "Bloody fuck" he cursed incoherently. It was too good.

All the Malfoy heir could ask himself was how he had missed out on this for so long! It seemed like such a necessary part of his existence that it was unbelievable. Harry's name left his lips with such familiarity that left no doubts for him; this was how it was supposed to be.

They lost the track of time, only focusing in that magical moment they were experiencing and they didn't know how much time later they finally let go of the other, lying down on what they could now see was a bed.

Draco was leaning on his elbow looking at Harry who was not moving and facing the ceiling and the blonde realized that the gryffindor was actually sleeping. The blonde couldn't help but reach out to touch one of the other boy's locks, he didn't even notice how much affection he put in that little action.

As he frowned, looking down at his most treasured enemy with a surreal expression. The realization came down on him hard at that moment… He couldn't live without him. He, Draco Malfoy, heir of the Malfoy family, servant – however a not very willing one – of the greatest Dark Wizard that ever existed, could not live without the pair of green eyes that hid behind those eyelids. Harry's taste, his scent, his voice, his moans, his mind, his whole self… the slytherin had to have him to keep going.

He had never felt so vulnerable. He hadn't know, he hadn't admitted it was more than a physical thing, that there was more than whatever spell he guessed they were under. But now, as he looked at that sleeping form and couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster, he knew it. He couldn't even say it in his mind, but he knew it.

It was overwhelming.

He was filled with fear and so before stopping to think about it he stood up and gathered each piece of discarded clothing that belonged to him and put them on before going out the door, closing it as silently as he had made his exit.

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A.N:

Weeeellll this chapter's got notes! It was really hard for me to write it! Not only cause of my tight schedule but because I always have issues with lemon-y lime-y scenes lol, I hope that wasn't so bad :O

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