I know you had to wait very long for it, but I recently started school again and haven't found the time to write at all, I'm still stuck at chapter 8. Here's chapter 6, hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review!

Chapter 6
Denial

Harry had never thought he would become used to sharing his room with Malfoy. But here he was, spending his holiday with his arch nemesis. The last thing he had ever expected to do was kiss the man. It had been impossible to banish that evening from his head. It had happened very naturally, and it had ended way too soon.

Harry didn't know what to think or say anymore. Malfoy hadn't talked about the kiss, they had hardly spoken since the storm and their date. They had done their chores together, shared the bed, but for the rest of the day, Malfoy did whatever he was doing on his holiday, and Harry spent the day in Paris, alone.

He didn't mind, or so he told himself. He kept hoping they would accidentally run into each other, just like at the Eiffel Tower, but Paris was a big city. The fact that they ignored one another shouldn't be troubling him, but it was bothersome that it did. Another thing really bugging him was that kiss. Why was Malfoy avoiding him? Well, Harry admitted they hadn't done anything together yet, except the date and visiting the Eiffel tower. And that hadn't even been spontaneous; Harry had asked Malfoy to the date, and they had run into each other by accident at the Eiffel Tower.

Was he even avoiding him? Was it possible that the kiss had never happened? Maybe Harry's fantasy had taken control and he didn't know what was real anymore. They had probably just gone to bed, Harry dreaming about how they had kissed, and now didn't know the difference anymore. What else could it be? Harry wasn't used to these kind of situations. The only love he had had was Ginny, and that had been easy since Ginny had been in love with him since the second year of Hogwarts. It must've been a phantasm.

Harry started to believe that would be the case. He ignored the nauseous feeling in his stomach, and the tiny voice in his head telling him he was wrong. He couldn't be wrong. His hormones were seriously messed up. He had never felt so aroused by anyone before. He didn't even know why Malfoy turned him on. True, he was a handsome man, but Harry had seen a lot of handsome men in his life. And none of them had given him a boner.

That evening, two days since the kiss, they were doing the dishes again. It reminded Harry of the night the power had shut down, and he could hardly stand the tension between them. Thinking about the male standing next to him made his cock twitch and he could hardly think straight.

Images about the blonde crossed his mind and blurred his vision. He was grateful to not have Occlumency with Snape anymore. Malfoy's godfather would be abhorred, witnessing those pipe dreams, and Harry would have demanded a pensieve to put those thoughts aside.

He was rinsing the cutlery, trying to think of something to say, but couldn't come up with anything to say. Harry didn't have the guts to start about the kiss. He had hardly habituated the thought of liking Malfoy, let alone he'd talk about wanting to kiss him. His head was spinning, trying desperately to find a useful thing to say to break the eerie silence.

"You're silent lately," he took off. It wasn't the brightest thing ever, but at least it was a start. Harry didn't look up from the sink, not wanting to be swept off his feet by Malfoy's grey gaze.

"What do you mean?" Malfoy shrugged. Harry swallowed back a sigh, hearing that Malfoy's guard was up. Now he knew what he was like without his guard, it disappointed him to see the fake mask on the man's beautiful face.

"I mean, you haven't said much in the last few days. Is something the matter?" he explained. Harry hoped Malfoy would give him a hint, anything to let him know he hadn't been dreaming. Not that Harry was good at catching hints, but maybe this time he would notice if the man tried to say something. Malfoy was way more accustomed to such things, he should be the one to take the first step. He had been gay since Hogwarts.

Harry wasn't convinced he was gay. The thought of it made him feel like a mixture of nausea, nervousness and disgust. On the other hand, he wasn't stupid either. He knew what his body and mind was trying to say; he just didn't know how to judge it because of their past.

"No, nothing," Malfoy replied. Harry's face dropped. Malfoy was very distant, the short reply couldn't contain any clues.

"The cow has given birth today. I need to give the calf some straw. Would you want to help me with that?" Harry babbled, now looking up at the man. The grey gaze, as strong as metal, penetrated his mind before Malfoy avoided his glance; concentrating on drying the plates.

"Sure," Malfoy responded. Harry noticed the man was uncomfortable, and started to feel uneasy too. Even though Harry wasn't sure what exactly had happened between them, he could sense Malfoy was acting weird.

Draco looked forward to spending some time with Potter. Since the kiss, they had hardly talked or seen each other. Potter acted unusual, Draco had noticed. They normally would have a civil conversation when getting up, while last morning, Potter had jumped out of bed and practically sprinted to the bathroom. Draco had grown fond of the casual way of communicating, and seeing him leave off like that had given him a dent in his self-confidence. Potter acted like nothing had happened, while for Draco, a lot had happened.

That kiss with Potter had been mind-blowing. The way their bodies responded was overwhelming. Potter was annoyingly good at everything, despite that fact Draco was dazzled by the immensely passionate kiss they had shared. He had never been kissed like that before. His fingertips were still tingling when casting his mind back to the smooch. But right now, it seemed as if it had been some kind of daydream. Potter tried to act like nothing had happened, while in fact, Draco knew he couldn't have fantasized about such an amazing kiss. He knew very well that his previous fantasies about kissing Potter were not worthy enough to be compared to what they had.

The kiss had been real. Potter had been real. But why was he ignoring all of it? Draco didn't know what to say, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would start about the kiss. Potter obviously didn't want to talk about that.

He rather talked about his stupid cows. Of course he would help, even with the lamest chore. Tomorrow would be their last day together, and Draco didn't want it to end just yet.

Not after that kiss.

After finishing the dishes, they sauntered to the nearest barn. Draco glided behind a trudging Potter, feeling the courage sink into his shoes. He did not want another encounter with a stinky beast .

"Okay, we fill that wheelbarrow over there and bring it to the calf. We'll need two or three of them," Potter instructed. Draco took a rake and started to fill the nearest wheelbarrow, happy that he only had to take the straw to the calf, not helping the calf into the straw.

"Tomorrow's our last day together," Draco announced, wanting to talk about everything that had happened between them. He knew Potter would be too stubborn to start about it, and he didn't want their holiday to be in vain. He needed to talk about it, right this instant.

"Yeah. The week has passed quickly," Potter sighed. Draco watched Potter , as the raven haired man filled the barrow, sunken in his own thoughts. Draco could feel the inconvenience radiating from his muscular body, proving that indeed, the kiss must've happened.

"What are you thinking about?" Draco questioned, hoping for an honest answer, or at least a clue to go by.

"Nothing," Potter mumbled. Frustration grew in Draco's stomach and he stopped shoveling to look at the immature man before him. Was he really trying to ignore his feelings?

"I'm sick of it, Potter! You know that? Don't just act like nothing happened! We're adults, not stupid teenagers with overactive hormones and mood swings!" Draco burst out, practically snapping Potter's head off.

"What do you mean?" Potter asked, confused. This swept Draco off his feet. This was the top! Was Potter going to act like nothing happened? Well, fine! He could do that too! He could be like the immature, childish little bastard standing before him.

"Nothing, Potter. You're just acting like a toddler, that's all," he snapped, avoiding the question. Was Potter this thick?

"Whatever, Malfoy," Potter growled, angriness filling his deep voice. Draco wanted to remain pissed off, but the hoarse tone it Potter's voice gave him goose bumps all over his body. He was just about to say something stupid, as the shed door slammed shut with a smash.

They both jumped. "What the hell," Draco cursed, turning around, glad that his sentence did not come out like a moan.

"It's probably just the wind," Potter presumed, walking up to the door. He pulled it, or better tried to pull it open, but it wouldn't move. "It's stuck."

"What?!" Draco brought out, in utter astonishment, trying his hardest to keep his guard up. being stuck with Potter in that shed made his body grow aroused, the sexual excitement wasn't very welcome right now. "You're kidding, right?"

Harry pulled the door as hard as he could to get some movement in it, but it was useless. The smash had probably broken the lock, and it wouldn't budge. Malfoy's voice rang in his ears, making it difficult to think about what was happening. The last conversation was still floating around in his head. Don't just act like nothing happened. Did they really kiss? Or was it some other unimportance Malfoy was rambling about?

Harry knew very well it wasn't another insignificance he was talking about, he wasn't that muzzy. The blonde pulled him out of his reverie. "You're kidding right?" Malfoy wailed in a high pitched tone. Harry sighed, tugging the door handle experimentally.

"I'm just observing, Malfoy. The door might be stuck. Help me push it, maybe it'll open."

"This is all your fault, Potter! With your stupid farm and your annoying rules about not using our wand. We're grown wizards, remember." He knew Malfoy wouldn't be merciful, not after he had just ignored an obvious hint.

"Maybe you should act like a grown wizard before judging me. I'm not the one whining over the door. Just help!" Harry snarled, knowing this wasn't the right thing to say, but it helped anyway. Malfoy stepped forward, and they tried to push the door open together. After a few minutes, Malfoy let go with a sigh, placing his hands on his hips. Harry observed the blonde, momentarily caught in his own fantasies. He shook his head to clear his thoughts again.

"Maybe we need to pull. Do you remember what way the door swung open?" Harry panted, out of breath from pulling the door. He could come up with some other scenarios to cause him to gasp, but he forbade his thoughts to go there.

"Look at the hinges, you moron," Malfoy scolded. Harry figured Malfoy was right, but the twit really wasn't helping at all, practically snapping his head off.

"It swings indoors, lets pull it together." Harry started pulling, looking over his shoulder to see that Malfoy crossed his arms.

"I'm not pulling or moving a muscle anymore, Potter. This is insane. If we had brought our wands, we could open it in a second." Now they were back to the wand issue. What was it with Malfoy and trying to break the rules? Ron worked as an Auror, and Harry knew they weren't allowed to do more than he was.

"You can't do magic, Malfoy. You know that!"

"In emergencies you can," Malfoy opposed. Harry rolled his eyes. Seriously?

"This is not an emergency, just help already, you bloody fool!" Harry growled, anger dripping from his voice. He was sure he would have cursed the living hell out of that tall, thin boy if he had brought his wand. Malfoy dropped his arms and stepped closer, ready to help.

They pulled for a while, until Malfoy gave up and sat down in the straw. Harry wiped the sweat off his forehead with his shirt, looking around the barn. They had to get out of there.

"Aren't there any tools here?" he asked. Malfoy looked as if he was ready to murder. He probably would be, if he had his wand. Harry was grateful he hadn't brought it, knowing that if they dueled, the barn would be demolished.

"I should've gone home from the moment I saw you, Potter. I should have known you would be nothing but trouble." Harry ignored him, grabbing a rake to smash the door handle. Why was Malfoy such a pain in the ass? He hadn't been this annoying all week.

A quarter of an hour later, Harry sank down next to Malfoy, out of breath, being in a very bad mood. He could not only blame Malfoy for it. He blamed the whole farm, that stupid calf and all of France for his misery. He threw the rake against one of the wooden walls with a growl, and resisted the urge to scream it out.

"They'll probably notice we don't come back and come check on us," Harry said unconvinced, trying to calm himself down as he sank down in the straw as well.

"Really Potter? We're grown men, they probably think we're spending the night with a French girl or whatever," Malfoy responded grumpily. He was playing with a straw stalk; and Harry could derive from his action that he wasn't as angry as he let through.

"You and girls? No way," Harry smiled, suddenly realizing he was glad Malfoy was there with him. He was glad he had asked Malfoy to help with the straw, because otherwise he would have been trapped in here alone. Before this week he would have chosen to sit a whole week alone in a barn, over spending one night together with Malfoy, know he knew the latter wasn't as bad as it sounded.

"Stop your mockery, Potter. It doesn't fit your status," Malfoy spat. Harry's smile only widened, knowing the blonde was trying to keep him at a distance.

"The sarcasm dripping from your words definitely fits with yours," he teased, poking Malfoy with one finger in his side. Malfoy slightly jumped and pushed his hands away. Their fingers brushed, causing a tingling feeling in Harry's stomach.

"Don't touch me, you moron," he scolded, his sneering voice cutting through the air like an icy wind. Harry could sense that Malfoy's guard was completely falling apart. He observed the man closely, noticing his pants was getting really tight, as in tighter than usual, since Malfoy wore pants that would make Harry suffocate.

"I want to touch you, Malfoy," Harry hissed, a raw undertone in his voice. Malfoy seemed to flinch at that. Harry crawled a bit closer, only 10 centimeters left between them. "What are you going to do to stop me?" Harry asked seductively. His mind was spinning; knowing that nothing good could emerge from the mess he was making, but it was stronger than himself.

Malfoy turned around, looking Harry straight into the eye, his grey eyes clouded with lust, and another emotion Harry had never seen before, making him speechless in adoration. His eyes were like grey, mysterious depts, filled with unseen sentiments. Malfoy slowly heaved his hand to take off Harry's glasses, the gesture making Harry nearly faint. Nobody had ever taken off his glasses for him, and he had never thought it could be an erotic gesture. Then Malfoy leaned in closer.

Their lips met, while Harry struggled to keep himself from jumping onto Malfoy, desire trying to take the better part of him. Malfoy's taste entered his mouth languidly, in a dainty way that only Malfoy could muster. All Harry's other thoughts blurred, all the room dominated by Malfoy.

Malfoy's thin fingers nestled in Harry's hair, massaging his scalp, while Harry glided his arm around the blonde's waist, caressing the tiny stripe of bare skin. The kiss deepened, the tip of Malfoy's tongue passed Harry's mouth and asked for entrance. Harry opened willingly, holding the man tighter to make sure the kiss didn't end like it had done a couple nights ago. He touched the tip of Malfoy's tongue with his own, feeling the sensation overflowing Malfoy's body as he did so.

Harry's thoughts were clouded, making all his worries disappear, leaving him with a satisfied grin on his face. "Let's do that again," he whispered against Malfoy's lips, bringing them closer again into another kiss. Before their lips met, Harry bit Malfoy's lip playfully, receiving a booming moan in reply.

They lied down next to each other on their sides, their bodies pressing together and their pulses speeding up. Harry felt how all the sexual tension he had experienced last week built up and exploded in his mind, only wanting Malfoy to kiss him all through the night. Nothing else mattered anymore.

Malfoy stopped kissing and Harry wanted to protest, but instead, he took the liberty of tugging at his jumper, pulling it off as Malfoy stretched his arms readily. When the shirt fell onto the ground, Harry kissed his lips eagerly, just to make sure he hadn't dreamt it like last time. Of course Harry knew the previous kiss hadn't been a figment of his imagination. No fantasy could equal Malfoy's charm.

Malfoy pulled off Harry's shirt so trained that it made Harry feel like a freshman. His fingers trailed down Malfoy's pale skin. It looked like porcelain, but it felt as soft as silk. The moan that escaped from Malfoy's mouth increased Harry's eagerness and he chortled happily.

Draco watched as Potter touched him with his muscular hands, tracing his body with a tenderness he had never expected from the man. His fingers tickled his body friskily, making Draco moan in delight. He captured Potter's red lips again, to make sure the former Gryffindor didn't run like he had last time.

Draco felt Potter moan against his lips, his heartbeat speeding up immediately. It was the most appealing thing he had ever heard, kissing him more intensely, wanting to hear it again. Potter's voice rumbled in his throat while he pressed his body closer to Draco's. Somehow their trousers seemed to have disappeared, and Potter pressed his hot legs against Draco's cold feet, warming them up.

Draco's hand travelled down, following the dark indication on Potter's abdomen and slipping his hand in Potter's tight boxer. His fingers caressed the soft skin of Potter's erection, making Potter tense, nails scratching Draco's back softly. Potter's next moan sent shivers down Draco's spine, his green eyes clouded with lust and something else he couldn't quite place.

Potter's breathing became irregular, his hands trembling while massaging Draco's inner thigh. His hands slipped into his boxers, continuing the massaging movement on Draco's cock. Draco moaned in pleasure, nuzzling his head in the crook of Potter's neck. He cupped Potter's balls in his hands, receiving another stirring moan.

Potter wrapped his hand around the base of his erection, Draco rolling his head, hips bucking forward in desire. Draco looked up into Potter's grey orbs again, suddenly realizing what other emotion was lying in the raven haired man's eyes.

Love.

Draco instantly froze, gazing startled into the Hero's eyes. He had had a lot of lovers, but had never seen pure love in their eyes. Potter froze as he did, grasping that something was wrong. He backed away in shock, cold air hitting Draco's bare chest. There was at least a meter between them now.

Draco wanted to crawl back to Potter's comforting heat, explaining that nothing wrong had happened, but he chickened out, knowing that if he couldn't handle the sight of love, he wouldn't be able to handle Potter either. He curled up like a ball, pressing his now chilly sweater against his chest to remain warm.

He didn't look up at Potter again, otherwise he would have seen the tears forming into the Survivor's eyes.

To be continued
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