AN:I own nothing recognizable in this work. The action picks up a bit in this chapter. Translation: Rating is beginning to be deserved. Harry's thoughts are confusing in this chapter, they are meant to be. I think that they're all a bit more in character though. Hope you enjoy, let me know if you do and if I missed any mistakes!

When Harry landed at the front steps of Malfoy Manor his legs gave out and he fell back with a groan of pain. Draco turned and held out his hand to help him up, but Harry's mind flashed to a day eight years earlier. His eyes flickered from Draco's face to his hand and back again before smiling and reaching for it. Harry was still painfully embarrassed by their conversation in the bar, but he was also confused by the situation.

"Why are you moving in with me?" Draco huffed in impatience and shoved the large front door open before bundling Harry into the impressive receiving hall. The door shut quietly behind them as Harry looked around; he'd never been in this part of the manor before. Draco grabbed his hand and tugged him through the hall quickly, up the stairs and off towards, presumably, Draco's bedroom.

"Answer me Draco, why are you doing this?" Draco huffed in irritation as he finally reached the door he'd been looking for and pressed his hand against it so that it could recognize his magical signature and let him in.

"Harry, look…you need guidance. You are lost and we've only been gone from school for one day. Am I correct in assuming that you've never truly been able to do what you wanted without the input of other people before?" Draco had forced harry to sit down on the comfy couch just inside the door, before crouching down before him so that he could look into his eyes. Harry nodded hesitantly.

"Right, so you've always had someone showing you what to do, or even telling you what to do. You've never just sat up and thought to yourself 'well, I think I'll go to Gringotts, take out an absurd amount of money and go shopping today' or anything even as inane as that. So…you need help. I can help, as a friend. I can be the person you turn to when you don't know what to do. As for why I'm moving in with you…I'm bored. I hate this house and I feel trapped when I'm in it." Harry nodded again, agreeing with everything that his friend was saying. It made sense.

"Okay, but shouldn't I ask Sirius and Remus first? I mean, I didn't even give them a chance about me moving in, they may not like that I've invited someone else to move in with us." Draco shook his head and waved his wand behind his back, directing his things to pack themselves as they continued to talk.

"I'm sure that they'll be just fine with it. Besides, I'm related, aren't I? Part House of Black and all." Draco waved his hand, dismissing the pomp that would have normally accompanied those words and it made Harry smile.

"All right, well, is there anything that you need help with?" Harry pushed himself off the couch, nearly toppling Draco in the process, and paying no attention at all to the look on Draco's face when he came face to face with Harry's crotch. Draco's suitcase sailed into his hand and they both looked at it amusedly.

"No Harry, I think that's it." Harry shook his head and helped Draco to his feet, finally glancing around the room they were standing in.

It was a fairly normal bedroom for a mansion, at least in Harry's mind. Attached en-suite bathroom, mostly decorated in expensive looking marble and chrome, high ceilings, hardwood floor, giant four-poster bed, seating area, fireplace, bookshelves so full that they were just shy of overflowing; Harry thought it looked rather cozy, if impersonal. He shrugged and thought that most of the things that made it Draco's room must be packed in that bag. He smiled and turned towards the door, pausing with his hand on the doorknob.

"Oh, I hope this isn't a problem, I know you're probably used to your own space, but Sirius and Remus are renovating the house right now…we will probably have to share a room for a while. They refuse to do it by magic, so it's taking a fair bit of time." Draco was extremely grateful that Harry hadn't turned to look at him when he said that; Draco flushed a bright red at the thought of sharing a room and possibly a bed with his longtime crush. Draco bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood before speaking.

"Well, Scarhead, it better not take too long." Harry laughed and Draco knew that he was going to be in so much trouble very, very soon.

The awkward duo returned to Grimmauld Place and Harry had almost forgotten why he went to Draco for consolation in the first place, until they walked in the front door on a very private moment. Sirius was pressed up against the wall across from his mother's muted portrait and Remus was on his knees in front of him, mouth stretched and glistening around a mouthful of cock.

Sirius had one hand fisted in Remus' soft brown hair while the other cupped his chin, fingertips on the side of Remus' cheek. Remus had one hand braced on Sirius' naked hip while his other was occupied mostly out of sight between his legs. Harry froze and couldn't make himself look away from the erotic scene. He'd nearly forgotten Draco was right behind him until he felt the other boy's body heat against his back. Draco leaned forward so that he would whisper directly into Harry's ear.

"Oh Merlin, that is so fucking hot." Harry could feel himself becoming aroused, not just from the live porn in front of him, but also from the smell and feel of the hot body behind him. Something in his brain snapped and he thought that these were all for him; Sirius, Remus and Draco belonged to him. These things were for him to see. In some primal part of his brain, Harry realized that someone was missing, but he couldn't force himself to care.

When Sirius moved his hands to the back of Remus' head and began to thrust violently into his mouth, Harry snapped back to reality and, as silently as he could, grabbed Draco's hand and virtually flew up the stairs and to their bedroom, shutting the door not-so-quietly behind them. Both boys were panting, from arousal as much as the run upstairs. Harry threw himself on the bed with a groan.

Draco followed to the bed leisurely; taking his time getting a look at Harry's aroused state and liking it. He took a big chance, sitting on the bed by Harry's legs and reaching out one aristocratic hand, placing it gently on Harry's trembling thigh. He felt Harry quiver under the touch.

"Draco…" the sound was muffled as, at some point, Harry had pulled the pillow over his face. "Draco we are friends, but I am confused and thinking a whole lot of bad thoughts right now. You may want to move your hand." Draco thought about it, but only for a second. His hand slid higher on Harry's denim-clad thigh.

"Harry, we are friends, but…I could help you. You must be uncomfortable….and I'm here. Let me help you Harry." Harry's only response was to breathe harder, chest heaving as he tried to get enough air into his lungs. His head was spinning, thoughts of possession and arousal spinning in his head. He didn't notice that Draco had been lowering the fly on his denims.

Harry's erection sprang free from the confines of his pants and Draco bent his head to take it into his mouth. The sudden heat and suction had Harry arching his back up off the bed and threading his fingers into Draco's silky blonde hair. All confusion left Harry's mind as he focused on the incredible feeling of Draco's mouth.

His tongue was stroking back and forth along the bottom of his cock as Draco's head moved up and down, sucking, stroking and caressing all at once. Draco placed one hand on the crotch of Harry's jeans, massaging his balls through the pants with his palm as he moved his head all the way down and opened his throat to admit the head of Harry's cock. Harry groaned and pressed Draco's head to keep him where he was before lights exploded behind his closed eyes and he came straight down Draco's throat. Draco followed immediately after by rubbing his covered cock on the bed.

Both boys lay unmoving and panting on the bed, unsure of what to say, but unwilling to be the first to try and say it. Draco slipped Harry's softening cock out of his mouth and rolled onto his back, wincing at the sticky mess in his trousers. Harry moved the pillow from his face and looked down his body, unable to process that Draco was right there. Unwillingly, a laugh bubbled up his throat at the sight of himself; his soft cock lying on the zip of his jeans was suddenly hilarious for some reason.

Draco looked over; unaware that what they'd just done was a laughing matter, but even though he didn't know why Harry was laughing it was contagious. Draco began to giggle too, until both boys were red in the face, tears streaming from their eyes and rolling together on the bed. Harry managed to reach a shaking hand down and tuck himself back into his pants before resuming his laughter. It was just in time too.

Less than one minute later, Sirius and Remus pushed open Harry's bedroom door to find the two boys in stiches, red in the face and laughing on Harry's bed. They leaned in the doorway and took in the happiness on the two young faces. Remus leaned over to whisper to Sirius.

"I know you have your reasons Paddy, but look at them…Draco makes Harry happy. Does anything else matter besides that? Our Harry's not had enough things in his life to bring him joy; we have to be supportive of this one." Sirius nodded, unable to take his eyes from the sight in front of him. They looked so blissful, so joyous that Sirius could never take that away from Harry. It was then that he noticed the bag at the end of the bed; the one that didn't belong to Harry. He cleared his throat to get their attention.

Draco was the first to sober up and see them in the doorway and he reached out and punched Harry in the thigh lightly to get his attention too. The boys wiped their eyes and sat up in the bed, leaning against each other for support. Draco noticed that Sirius' eyes were narrowed on him and he sincerely hoped that the older man couldn't tell what they'd just been doing from a look. Draco fought the urge to look down and check his appearance for anything untoward, but sat still under the scrutiny instead.

"All right my pups, what is so funny?" Draco started giggling again, he couldn't help it; he'd never been called a pup before. Harry tried to straighten up and look his Godfather in the eye, to no avail.

"N-n-nothing Siri…you wouldn't understand." Harry collapsed back onto Draco and both began laughing again. Sirius mock growled from the doorway and approached the bed; Draco rolled off the side to save himself.

"Which one is it pup, nothing is so funny or I wouldn't understand? Not making a whole lotta sense there." Sirius stalked over to the bed, smiling and playfully growling the whole way; Harry didn't know what he was in for.

Mid-stride, Sirius changed into Padfoot and leapt onto the bed, nosing at Harry's sides and licking at his face, making Harry laugh. When Sirius realized how ticklish Harry was he kept doing it, changing back into himself and digging his fingers into Harry's sides with abandon. Harry was howling and trying to push Sirius off. Draco meandered to the door to stand with Remus.

"Are they always like this?" He asked in an undertone, secretly pleased to see his best friend with such happiness on his face. Remus smiled brightly and sighed.

"They've not had the chance. The last time they were able to spend any time together without something hanging over their heads was when Harry was one year old. I love it though; the day that Harry was born, James wasn't the only one that fell in love with that boy." Remus smiled down at Draco and Draco secretly treasured the confidence of the older man.

"He has that effect on people." Draco thought he'd been quiet enough, but Remus heard him even over the shrieking laughter coming from the bed. He turned to look at Draco with compassion in his eyes.

"I know."