Disclaimer : once again, not ours!

A/N : Sorry it takes long enough to update this chapter. The writer block hit us HARD!! And sorry to say that this is not the last chapter. We know we've told you that the third chapter will be the last, so once again we're sorry. (bow down!)

Anyway, enjoy the chapter.

Draco Malfoy crossed his arms on his chest, his back laid stiffly against the wall, and an unpleasant look patched on his handsome face. He was waiting for his mother at the time, to pick him up. And the said Lady Malfoy was apparently being late on her promise. He hated if someone being late for the meeting with him. He was a Malfoy, a Malfoy should never late and never be turned up late, at least that's what the young man thought. Unfortunately, Narcissa was not the one to follow his principle.

A soft POP sound could be heard from somewhere on his right. He turned and soon faced an aristocrat figure Lady with a soft blue eyes and platinum golden locks. His displeased look suddenly was masked with a polite gesture of nod.

"Draco…" Narcissa nodded back before they were enclosed in a formal hug.

"Hello, Mother. How is your day?" Draco exchanged his greeting. His silvery blue eyes softened a few degrees. He pecked both her cheeks lightly.

"It's been pleasant, my darling…" Narcissa said. "Your Father said he was sorry, he couldn't come with me to pick you up."

"I am not offended, Mother. Sure, Father had a lot in his mind, right now," Draco answered in understanding tone. He thought about his father and the man's affair that should be done to secure their family line and prestige as a noble rich well-known pureblood family. "Shall we go now? I'm eager to go back home as now."

"Sure, Dragon. The long journey must have exhausts you in someway. At home, you could take your very well needed rest. Shall we?" as Draco nodded, Narcissa put out a serpent-shape necklace. She murmured something softly and the next second, Draco touched the said necklace with his finger. The next moment, there was only a blank spot on a place where they had been standing before.

xXx

Harry was getting more and more restless as the time slowly ticked from morning to day and day to noon. By the time when the sun had a shady of red, he was frustrated. Narcissa and Draco would likely to come anytime by now.

He reviewed what he did that day. Harry remembered being unable to catch a needed night sleep and having been awake since early dawn, then he contained himself with a good reading until it was time for breakfast. He remembered cleaning himself and with the help of Weeny, he made himself a proper present to face a new day with two elder Malfoys. He remembered his breakfast menu that day, bacon, eggs, toast, orange juice, and coffee. Then the Malfoy patriarch sent his bid for the day after teasing Harry thoroughly until the said young man pouted in annoyance then walked away on his business. He spent the day with Narcissa as the usual, resuming their etiquette lesson and giving him a final touch and critics about his appearance and manners.

Narcissa, of course, had seen his stress. She had soothed him somehow with her comments about his look. She suggested that before she was off to meet Draco she would take him for their last shopping time and get Harry a new haircut, which both simply refused flatly by Harry. Then she was getting annoyed and Harry was amused by her antics that he had almost forgot what he had been stressing all about.

Harry had last seen her when she bid him a polite goodbye and suggested him to a have a picnic in her Rose Garden with Weeny, seeing that Harry was somewhat befriended with the said elf, then went off to refresh herself and getting ready to meet her son.

Harry took the suggestion, so he went to Lucius' library first to retrieve a book, then he off to the kitchen and politely asked Weeny to accompany him. The house elf nodded eagerly at her Little Master wish and hurriedly prepared a basket full with snacks, drinks and fruits and grabbed a picnic cloth.

The garden sure was beautiful. It was like a little meadow with a tree in a middle of bushes of wild roses. Underneath the tree was where Harry decided to sat and relaxed his nerve. But, how wrong he was.

He openly stared the page on the book while his mind didn't seem to focus at what he read. He let loose his once braided hair only to have Weeny braided it back. Much to his amusement, the said elf seemed to have a fond of playing with his hair. The soft pat on his head and a gentle brush on his silky midnight lock somehow lulled him into unconsciousness.

And him with his content face of relax was how the young Malfoy heir found him.

xXx

The two Malfoy arrived in a large hallway that led to the living room. As the mother and son locked their gaze, true smiles were soon blooming on their faces. This time, Draco gathered his mother's small figure in his arm. Narcissa squeezed Draco's forearm in a sign of affection and then pecked his neck before murmuring on her son's ear.

"Welcome back home, my Dragon."

Gone was the cold façade on her face. Draco smiled slightly, no matter how grown he was, he always loved hearing his mother's endearing on him. He whispered back, "I missed you, Mother."

Narcissa chuckled softly and pulling back. "Oh, my! Look how have grown you are, my son!" she sighed. It feels that time moves so fast! My baby boy soon will have a bride…or rather a groom on his side.

"Mother?" Draco was a bit wary seeing his mother mixed expression of satisfy, mirth, and regret, and what was that? longing?. "Are you okay?"

Narcissa smiled a kind of smile only shown to him. "I'm fine. I just need to lie down. I will leave you on your own now, Dragon." Narcissa snapped her finger and Teely appeared before her, bowing deeply. "Follow me, Teely. I will need your assistance in my room."

"Yes Mistress."

Once Draco was being left alone, he sighed. "Weeny!!" he yelled, calling his favorite house-elf. When the said elf made no appearance, he frowned. He clapped his hands twice and another house-elf popped in.

"Master Draco calling Timmy?" he bowed.

"Yeah, whatever!" he snapped impatiently. "Where's Weeny? I called her but she didn't come."

The house-elf, Timmy, wrung his hand. His big eyes both widened and narrowed in turning pace that making Draco's eyes hurt. "Weeny, sir… she is taking care the Little Master. Lady Mistress and My Lord ordered her to accompany him. Timmy is said to tell Master Draco that when he arrived, Weeny would be at Lady Mistress garden. Timmy is sorry, Master Draco, sir, Timmy forgetting what Timmy should do. Bad Timmy!!"

Once again, Draco frowned in confusion. What is this Little Master business? Who is this Little Master? "You may go," Draco sent off the house-elf who nodded and bowed.

"Yes, master."

Once the house-elf was gone, Draco strolled down to where his Mother's garden placed. When he stepped a foot on the said garden, he spotted his personal elf under the only tree that was placed there. He walked nearer and just then he realized that his personal elf was not alone.

To put it simply, Draco was stunned. The sleeping figure lied so beautifully, yet so naturally underneath the shade of the tree. Draco stared wide openly for a few moments before he snapped to the reality. His curiosity got the best of him.

Who is she? He thought. I never saw a girl like her around before.

His foot brought him a few steps nearer without a sound. There was a feeling inside him that somehow made him to move quietly, as if he was afraid the softest sound could easily sent the peaceful off from the content face. He stopped only barely two steps away from the sleeping person. A small tug on his trouser sent his attention down to his feet.

Weeny smiled sheepishly at him. Draco opened his mouth slightly but before he could utter a single sound the house-elf already emanated a strangled shush to keep him quiet. Draco wore an annoyed look on his face.

"Master Draco…" Weeny whispered. "Weeny is sorry, sir, not to come immediately after you is calling Weeny. But Weeny is said to keep Little Master happy. And before Master Draco came….Little Master is restless, sir. Weeny like Little Master, so Weeny has to take care of him. Lord Malfoy is said so…and Lady Mistress is too."

Draco was startled to say the least that the one in front of him right now was no means a girl, but a boy. Then Draco rolled his eyes and disgruntled. "Go and prepare my favorite snack, Weeny, then I'll consider your disobedience had been paid off. Now!" Draco said in a low whisper.

Weeny nodded eagerly, though in her eyes there was no such a fear, only a fake innocence that held such amusement. Draco growled lowly and with a mock wide grin, Weeny disappeared.

Draco's eyes turned back to the beautiful object. Of course, after a close inspection Draco realized that the 'girl' was somehow flat-chested. So, she really is a he, Draco mused. What is he doing here, anyway? And who is he? I never saw a boy like him…well, as beautiful as him before.

The boy with creamy skin stirred in his sleep. The book on his lap fell down. That was when Draco saw the familiar scar, which before was hidden under a thick long black bangs, on the boy's forehead. The scar made Draco gasped. The young heir kneeled for a closer observation and softly wiped the lock that's hindering the scar and closed eyelids.

Harry Potter?!?! Draco shocked. What's Harry Potter doing in my house? I thought…

Draco's musings was interrupted by a low sigh that escaped from Harry. Once again Harry stirred, he tilted his head exposing his slender delicate neck which made Draco gulped involuntarily. From those neck, Draco's eyes traveled to the face one he thought he knew very well. But, no. what he saw was beyond he's once remembered.

The Harry Potter he knew always had a tan complexion, this one had a perfect pale creamy skin. Harry Potter's lips still thin but it never was as red as this one. And now, Draco knew why those vibrant green eyes that he had once hate and admire at the same time could shine so brightly, it's none other due to his thick long dark eyelashes which now rested contrastly on his pale flushed cheek.

It seemed that Draco could not take his eyes away from such entertaining sight. Deep inside, he wondered himself where was those hatred feeling he once had? But the thought was being dominated by other curiosity. Darco was tempted to run his fingers on those skin, to feel exactly how smooth it is under his own skin. And Draco did it.

He reached out his index finger to touch the cheek and he pushed it gently. He then traced it slowly along Harry's jaw to neck and Draco's eyes followed where his finger went. He noticed how pale Harry was, considering Draco was pale compared the other men and Harry was even paler than him. And the skin, it felt like silk under his finger.

Draco looked back to Harry's face. Continuing his work, he now glided his thumb on those thin red lips only to find them shivered slightly. Draco was taken a back, his finger was stopped but he didn't pull it from the lips. Draco narrowed his eyes and what he discovered made him smirked.

He saw Harry's eyes twitched a little, he knew then that the boy in front of him was definitely awoke. Draco wondered why Harry wouldn't open his eyes and snapped at him for touching his…skin? Draco waited for a few moments while drawled back his finger. When he got no response at all, Draco raised an eyebrow. He was confused. Could I be just imagining things? He questioned. Well, since Potter won't complain, I guess it will be okay if I touch him more…besides, his skin is addicting!

Draco bit his lip in anticipation. He once again caressed Harry's cheek slowly. But the action now got a response. Harry's face was slowly but surely getting flushed. A tinge of pink seared from the boy's face up to his ears and neck.

Draco smirked. Now, see…he's definitely awake!! Draco thought smugly. Guess he can't resist my touch! Look at the blush…Gosh, he's adorable. Wait… Adorable? No, Harry Potter never been adorable!! Please, he's a boy! But this look…this new him is completely an exception! He's cute. And had I say that he cannot resist MY touch?! Should I tease him more?

Draco licked his lips in naughty manner. An idea came into his mind. He grinned before he leaned in closer to the dark haired boy. He saw through his half lidded eyes that the blush on Harry's face deepened. He chuckled lightly. Then Draco closed his eyes and slowly pressed his lips to the corner of Harry's lips. The peck last for a few seconds and before Draco pulled back he managed to nibble and lick Harry's bottom lip. The result of his action satisfied Draco immensely. He saw Harry's face as red as tomato and his lips, those kissable lips was getting thinner as they tensed. Draco chuckled again and he stood.

"Too bad that the Little Master is asleep," Draco said in a fake sigh. "Oh my, those lips were definitely kissable. Tch… maybe I could try it again later, when Little Master is conscious. How about when in dinner, just say that I haven't greet him properly… yeah…that would be a nice excuse…"

With that said, Draco licked his lips again and retreat to the manor with a happy mood.

xXx

Harry was brought back from his peaceful sleep when he felt something cold poked in his cheek. At first, he was unsure as to what was touching him. Next, he felt something running softly against his skin, from his jaw down to his skin. The touch made him squirm. He felt it again, the feeling you got when you know that someone's watching you closely. By then, Harry was awaken but he was afraid. Afraid as to reveal the identity of a person who's touching him. Unconsciously, he held a breath when he felt…was it a finger? Placed on his lips and ran along the line of his mouth. He was confused, who could this be?

In his mind, a figure made an appearance. It was Draco, the one person who made him nervous since yesterday by the news of his arrival. The one person that occasionally visited his mind when he was lonely this full year. He had missed his friends, yes, but he too missed his bickering with the blonde. And he couldn't help thinking whether Ron and Hermione kept on throwing insults with Draco. Oh the joy and cheerfulness! Just this year, when he was not able to have a day fight with Draco, he realized he had a certain feeling for the blonde. A certain, special feeling, but not deep enough to call it as love. He denied it first time, but then he learnt to accept it.

Harry's train of thoughts stopped when a hand caressed his face. Somehow, the touch could make him blushed. Oh he knew it, as he felt a sudden rush of warmness all over his face and neck. Okay, that's it! I just have to open my eyes and snapped whoever it is who dared touching me when I'm in unguarded state! He searched for his bravery, but he found none when once again Draco's name entered his mind. But, what if it's Draco? Oh my god…oh my god… Narcissa wouldn't be gone for long… so it must be Draco!! OH MY GOD!!! No, I won't open my eyes! I can't let him see me in…no, he already see! Well, at least I can't let him know that I'm aware that he's touching me. Yes, Harry…keep sleeping, that's it…good idea!

…or not! Harry grew panic when suddenly he could feel a hot breath near his face. What the bloody…wait is that a chuckle? He's chuckling? What could possibly be…oh, hell no…he doesn't…My God! He knows!! I knew it, I should've…

His thoughts stopped, again. Harry was stunned when his corner lips suddenly met with something warm and damp. He held the urge to moan when the said 'something' nibbled and licked his bottom lip. Was that teeth? Oh my goodness…!!

He heard the chuckle. What the…is he teasing me?

"Too bad that the Little Master is asleep," Harry heard a mocking voice that confirmed his suspicion. Precisely the voice of Draco Malfoy, with his tone of taunting and…is that mirth what I heard in it? No sneer? Oh joy! "Oh my, those lips were definitely kissable. Tch… maybe I could try it again later, when Little Master is conscious. How about when in dinner, just say that I haven't greet him properly… yeah…that would be a nice excuse…"

My lips are what? He's going to…OH MY GOD!! I've been kissed!! If Harry wasn't pretending asleep, which is actually useless because Draco knew that already and Harry knew that Draco knew, he would be gaping.

When the retreating steps could no longer be heard, Harry opened his eyes and leapt up on his feet. He sprang into running toward his room while all the way his face still blushing. His book was forgotten.

Once he was seated on his bed, he recalled the kiss once again. He couldn't deny that it had been nice. So different if he compared to one of his first kiss with Cho Chang and his second with Ginny. No, it was so… right! So different, sweet yet passionate! His face grew warm of feeling ashamed but he couldn't stop the slight smile that seared on his face.

But, kissing isn't something new for Draco. He's a Slytherin, remember? And, remember his title? He's the Hogwarts' Lady Killer! That kiss meant nothing! Only a daily teasing he usually did with his friends and such… Harry thought forlornly. His mood dampened a bit. He remembered how his friends, girl friends, sometimes gossiping about Draco's flirting victims. He remembered their envious tones when they talked about it. Harry felt nothing back then, but he felt something weird as now. But he could be matured, Harry. He could have changed! ...or not! The kiss really meant nothing! He despised, if not still, you!

Harry sighed. But still…he kissed me! Hell yeah, I was kissed by one Sex-God Draco Malfoy! What a luck!!

With the thought, a smile once again graced his lovely face. He stayed in his room until Weeny peeked into the room and whilst smiling widely, she announced that dinner was ready.

xXx

Dinner was, to simply be said, an amusing sight of a whole ordeal. That was if we looked at it from the Malfoy's point of view, not from our dear and beloved savior's. Since Draco made his arrival at dining room and fell his grey orbs onto one person, that's Harry for us, his smirk was planted on his face. For his adding glee, sure as a Malfoy through and through he wouldn't bluntly make it shown on his facial expression, he was placed right beside the green eyed beauty, who merely blushed and scowled.

The said boy never looked up for once and seemed to have an obvious interest to his plate. Draco held his chuckle when he saw the tremble that formed on Harry's hands as they held the fork and knifes. As his sadistic side occurred, Draco continued to torture Harry. Draco was oftenly stole glances at him from the corner of his eyes. And he would smirk everytime Harry frowned because he realized the said gaze. But then, Draco would act as if nothing going on when Harry openly looked at him with narrowed eyes.

As both were busy throwing side glances at each other, neither realized the strange gleams shared by two adults in the same room. Lucius looked amused at their antics while Narcissa silently hoped there was a chance between them. She simply loved to see the perfect picture with them standing side by side and to imagine the wonderful children they would have.

Light chatters were made only by three occupants of the room. The Malfoys talked with their son about school and many formalities. Still between these talks, Draco kept mock-smirking Harry all the way as if to remind the other boy about the incident at the garden. That single teasing was enough for Harry to be busy by calming himself from his pounding heart.

End of the dinner was like a heaven for Harry for the boy wished he could sprint all the way to his room and locked it and to never come out 'till morning. But as the dishes finally swept away from the tables, Lucius had his way to broke this heaven Harry wished. The regal man ordered politely to Harry and Draco to follow him into his study. Soon, Harry knew what this was all about. And soon, he thought warily, Draco will look at me not with his mocking smirk, but with anger instead. This is going to be hell!!

Both boys following Lucius in a long silence walk. Harry looked straight onto Lucius' back while Draco gave Harry a sideway glance with a contemplate look as if calculating something. Once they entered the study, both were seated on two single couch in front of Lucius' desk, the very same couch where Harry took a seat weeks ago. Draco sat with an elegant comfortable manner before he raised an eyebrow at his father, a silent question gesture which Lucius had known all too well.

"Draco," Lucius began. "I'm sure you wondered as to why Harry Potter was here?"

Draco nodded before saying, "I know about your intentions to switch side, Father. But to do something drastic like allowing Potter to stay in our manor was definitely out of my expectation. I thought that when you said 'no longer found in me to serve the Lord' in your letter, you would openly declared to join the light side."

Lucius snorted and sneered, "I'm not stupid Draco, do you really think I will voluntarily worked under that idiot, fool, fame loving named himself the Minister of Magic Scrimgeour? I'm not that low…"

Harry frowned at Lucius' selection of word while Draco chuckled. "Sure you're not Father, sure you're not…"

"I'm thinking of a more... worthy and accurate plan to get rid of Him," Lucius shrugged and called forth a house-elf. He proceeded to ask for two cups of black coffee for himself and Draco and tea for Harry. "So I made myself a way, a plan, and considering that Dumbledore's no longer here," at this Draco's face darkened, he remembered the events in his sixth year. "Our last hope was only Harry Potter."

Silence fell down among them. Harry fidgeted nervously as Lucius stood from his seat and turned around to face a big glass window and looked outside with a pensive look. Draco frowned and heaved a low sigh as he recalled his summer before his last year. How finally he managed to be cleared from Dumbledore's murder case, but it was not the same for his godfather. Severus Snape was still in hiding, until this current time.

"Remember what I told you about Dark Lord's order, Draco?" asked Lucius suddenly.

"That you were to kidnap Harry Potter and brought him to His feet," Draco answered.

"Right, and from then on, my plan began to form," Lucius looked back at his son with a mischievous look on his face. "You see, Draco, I managed to kidnap him," Lucius looked pointedly to Harry. "And we made a deal. For one, I will not serve him to Dark Lord and help him learn everything he needs to know about a battle, dark arts, defence and offence spells, making strategy, also I spy for him in inner circle ring, for him mind you, Draco, not light side. I offered him safety for the time being, even helping him looking for information about horcruxes"

Draco absorbed all the information and before long he realized, Harry was not back down from his father's offerings must be for some 'good' reasons, or exchange that his father stated for him was not a big deal, but somehow Draco was under impression that his father was extremely pleased. Draco narrowed his eyes.

"In exchange, he will not throw us into Azkaban once this war over. He will save us, and furthermore…he has agreed to be yours." Lucius said in glee.

Draco widened his eyes in shock, he vaguely heard a banter noise made from his side, it sounded like a protest though, but he didn't care or rather he didn't hear any of it. He closed his eyes and calmed down, at least he tried to. Then with a steady voice, he called for his father's attention.

"Father… I'm afraid I heard it wrong. Did you say that he's mine?" Draco asked, confused. Whatever meant by that?

xXx

Harry let out an indignant protest when he heard Lucius said that he was agreed to be Draco's.

"I was not agree to it yet, Lucius!!" Harry jumped out of his couch. "I said that it was all depends on him. These deal can be called off anytime when he says 'no'"

Lucius merely raised an eyebrow, sending Harry to another fit of frustration. "Aargh!!! You're impossible, Lucius!! Being a spouse doesn't mean that he will own me!!! I'm not a slave, Lucius!"

"Father…" Draco's voice brought a halt to Harry's rant. "I'm afraid I heard it wrong. Did you say that he's mine?"

"Indeed, Draco," smirked Lucius. "In another word, he will be your soon-to-be husband."

That moment, Harry decided to interrupt, "No! Hear me, Draco," Draco looked at him with such intensity which made Harry winced. "Part of the deal is that your father offered me to be your spouse in exchange, but," Harry emphasize the word intensely. "It's all up to you, you hear me Draco, I haven't agree to it yet, and you have a choice in it. Besides, I will not be yours as your father like to phrase it, I'm not a bloody slave. But yes, you, your family will have my freedom, I will be a Malfoy, bear the Malfoy heir, and…" Harry rolled his eyes and pouted, not liking even a bit of the thought. "I will do those things you called social formalities. Only, you hear me, only if you agree."

Soon, Harry and Draco had a matching stare, but it was Harry who first backed down. He glanced away from Draco's intense orbs and looking at his cup of tea instead.

xXx

Draco stared at a person before him. He silently observed the young man, his appearance and his expression, every curve and wrinkle on his face, and once again he washed by a wave of admiration. It's not for the first time Draco watched a living figure of a beauty, but Harry was like a definition of beauty itself. His prone and delicate figure, feminine curve, pale skin, long and silky jet black hair, vibrant green eyes, rose petal lips, all of his feature somehow drawn Draco even more.

And the young Malfoy heir felt a tinge of fear deep in his heart. A fear for the unknown excuse for such allure. The unknown emotion he felt like a storm in his soul, bold teasing was what he wanted to do to the boy while in the same time he wanted to wrapped the prone body with his own as if to shield it from anything. He never felt this way to any other people. He knew exactly the pull of Veela's, the charm of Siren's, even the temptation of beautiful girls, but none of what he experienced managed to match this ones he felt.

Now he was informed that he would have to live the rest of his life with someone that could emanate such fear from him, could drown him in foreign feelings, could bind him in unfamiliar trust, and worse, could drive him crazy with the need to be protective. It left him unsure, Draco never had one moment in his life to lose control of things, and he was afraid that he would lose control of himself someday. And all because of one Harry Potter, the new one.

"And what if I say no?" whispered Draco.

Draco looked at Harry's startled look which soon be replaced with composed expression before nodded tightly. Draco knew that Harry was surprised at his sudden voice, hell, even Draco was surprised by himself. He knew it was his worries that spoken and felt uneasy afterwards, though he didn't know why. But he couldn't lick back the words he had spat, so despite his feeling he masked his face into something like challenging Harry as if he dared to say otherwise.

"Very well…it's settled then…" Harry said in monotone.

Something lingered in Harry's eyes as an unreadable for Draco. He watched calmly as Harry turned to look at his father for asking to be excused. Suddenly Draco felt a pang of regret as he saw the beautiful young man walked gracefully towards the big oak door. His eyes transfixed to the small back covered with black mane until it disappeared from his sight behind the door.

"Draco…" his father's voice startled him.

"Yes, Father?" Draco looked right into Lucius' eyes. In those identical grey orbs, Draco saw a flicker of distrust that urged him to be honest. Lucius really knew how stripped down his son to reveal his true skin. In a matter of second, Draco was sure, Lucius would knew all his worry and fear, also regret he felt.

"Are you sure…?" Lucius asked in his deep voice. "Is that really your final answer?"

Draco sighed, "He is a man, Father. If I'm with him, what about the heir?"

Lucius snorted, "Surely you've noticed his changes, Draco." Draco nodded. "He's an Earthian." Draco's eyes widened at the sheer information for he knows exactly what's the meaning of it. "Is that resolves you problem?" Lucius smirked knowingly.

"I'll… think about it, Father. Give me a day…"

"Very well…you may off…" Lucius stated as he dismissed his son while his gaze went to a stack of paper on his desk.

Draco stood and went to the door. Before he opened it, Lucius' words stopped him for a second. "A Malfoy never fear for anything, Draco. And it always makes us never pass a chance and lost without a fight, even for new things."

Draco nodded and walked out.

xXx

Good cliffhanger? Bad cliffhanger? Review? Pleaseee?!?!?!