I'm giving Tor up for auction for any purposes you want – person with the best plan of what to do with him if they win, wins. (A/N – you will just win the acknowledgement as opposed to an actual person)

32. The Adam to my Ants

'Bloody woodpeckers' thought Draco, pulling his duvet over his head to try and block out the recurring tapping sound.

It was Saturday and he planned to sleep until at least noon, but it didn't seem he was going to get his way if that bloody woodpecker was going to continue his pecking.

Poking his head out from under the warm, blue material, Draco glanced at his clock.

It was half past three.

'What the fuck?'

Woodpeckers didn't come and piss people off at half three in the morning. Groaning to himself, Draco wrapped the duvet around him and stumbled to the window.

Standing just below, with a handful of small stones was Harry, wearing jeans and a black T-shirt.

Draco pushed the window open and stuck his head out into the cool, early morning air.

"What the fuck are you doing? It's half three in the morning!"

Harry grinned up at him. "I know. You busy right now?"

The blond glared down at him. "Well, I was sleeping, like most normal people do at this ungodly hour, but, since you so rudely awoke me, I'll have to go with no. No I am not busy right now."

As usual, Harry was completely unfazed by Draco's cold and sarcastic comments. He continued to grin.

"Come on then."

Draco didn't know if it was the fact he was still half-asleep that he was confused, or if Harry was lacking in sense. Maybe he was hallucinating and Harry wasn't really there and Draco was just talking to a tree or something. Or maybe he was dreaming.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Put some clothes on and get your unbelievable hot ass out here."

"Harry, are you on drugs or something?"

"Dray, I'm high on you."

Rolling his eyes, Draco replied, "Two minutes and I'll be down, but you'd had better explain yourself."

Muttering about 'fucking insane Harry' the entire time, Draco pulled on a pair of black jeans and a black polo neck.

Harry threw his arms around Draco's neck when the blond came up to him, looking incredibly unhappy, which Harry found incredibly adorable.

"Morning gorgeous."

"Harry, I'm serious, what have you been taking?"

"I've told you once, I'll tell you again, I haven't taken anything."

Draco raised a pierced eyebrow scathingly. "Where's Tor?"

"I know you were mad about that. I don't know where Tor is. Back at his I suppose."

"Harry, how do you expect me not to be mad?" Some guy turns up and he's your ex-boyfriend and it's hard not to feel like a rebound when he looks like me."

"I don't see what you two are on about?" retorted Harry. "You two don't look like each other."

Draco scoffed. "I doubt it's pure coincidence that you go out with two blond haired, blue eyed, pale English boys one after the other."

Harry frowned. "So you're both blond and blue eyed? Big whoop. Maybe that's my type. It's okay to have a type isn't it?"

Draco stopped walking and sat on the side walked, suddenly looking like a lost little boy.

Squatting in front of him, Harry looked into his blue eyes. "Dray, what's wrong?"

"I just don't want to be anyone's rebound guy. Especially not yours."

His depressed tone almost broke Harry's heart, and he wrapped his arms around the blond's waist.

"Draco, you are definitely not a rebound. I want to be with you. Besides, you and Tor are nothing alike. He's constantly cheery."

"Oh, thanks a bunch Harry, you really know how to cheer a guy up."

"Ssh, I'm not done. You're smart and you can stand up for yourself and you won't take crap from anyone. You want everyone to think you're totally numb and indestructible but you're not. You're beautiful and sweet and loving and willing to risk anything.

"Dray, I need you. You're the eyeball to my socket, the tad to my pole, the Adam to my ants, the rib to my cage."

Draco laughed. "How romantic."

"Oh there's more. Without you I'm just a pathetic shell of a guy. An incredibly hot shell, but a shell nonetheless. I love you Dray."

Still laughing, Draco kissed Harry's forehead.

"You know how to make a guy feel loved."

Harry grinned again and stood up. "I know. Now come on."

Draco looked up at the church. It was about five minutes walk away from the beach. The sun hadn't even begun to rise. He didn't ask any questions as Harry led him inside.

It smelt of candles and dust. The dust that comes from something old. He let go of the dark haired boy's hand as he walked up the aisle and knelt in front of the altar, behind which a huge crucifix was set, and muttered something. He smiled softly as he signed the cross across his chest.

"In some countries, they spit on the ground, to ward away evil spirits." Harry stood up. "Don't think I can really spit here."

He walked up behind Draco and the blond turned to look at him. Draco ran his index finger over the silver cross that lay on Harry's chest. He always wore it, but he'd never really paid it much attention.

"I didn't know you were religious."

"I'm not. Well, not really. My mum is. I figure this keeps her happy."

Draco smiled wickedly and fingered the collar of Harry's T-shirt. He began to walk backwards, pulling the other boy with him. "And I bet a good Catholic boy like you has never had sex in a church?"

With Harry's back against the wall, Draco lifted his shirt off him and kissed his bare chest.

"I must admit, I never have," replied Harry, holding Draco's wrists together with one hand, up above his head.

"Well, let's see if we can't do something about that."

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned."

Draco grinned at Harry as he looked up at the crucifix. Reluctantly, he let the green eyed boy get up as he pulled his clothes back on.

"Come on, we have to go. The priest likes to come down here at five," said Harry, tugging at Draco's hand.

"What time is it now?"

"Quarter to."

Draco dressed himself and, hand in hand, they hurried out the church.

They walked, talking about whatever came to mind, and soon they reached the beach. As they walked alongside a thin crumbling wall, separating the footpath and the thirty-foot drop, Harry hopped on to the wall, and began to walk across it.

"Come on, you're going to fall," Draco warned.

Harry smiled at him and balanced on one leg, leaning out over the side into the nothingness below.

"Harry, dear, that's very impressive but you're going to fall."

Raising his eyebrows challengingly, Harry did a small jump, landing aptly on the wall.

"Come on, you're worrying me now."

"Will you catch me if I fall?"

"You're not going to fall because you're going to get off that wall."

"Oh, I am, am I?" teased Harry, still balancing precariously on the thin wall.

"Yes."

"But would you catch me if I fell?"

"I would try, but you'd probably pull me over too."

"So you'd let me fall?"

"No, I'd drown trying to rescue you."

Harry grinned. "That's nice. Very heroic."

"I know, I'm every guy's hero. Now, please, get down," Draco begged.

Harry grinned wickedly and stepped backwards, falling out of Draco's sight.

"Shit," he cursed, and leapt forward to try and see the raven-haired boy.

There he was, bobbing in the water thirty foot down, waving at him and laughing.

"You're insane," he shouted down.

"Very probable," Harry yelled back. "Come in."

"No way am I jumping down there."

"You can swim, right?"

"Course," Draco replied indignantly.

"Then come in."

"I'm not crazy."

"Maybe that's your problem."

"What?"

"Maybe you're too sane. Come on. I promise, it's fine."

The blond sighed. "I'm going to regret this," he murmured to himself, before reciting a quick prayer. Then, he took a deep breath and jump in. It only took a few seconds for him to heat the surface of the cool water, and plunge, submerging himself. As he surfaced, Harry was laughing, and smiled at him.

"It's a rush, right?"

Draco nodded. It was. "How did you know it was safe? Or there was water here?"

"Me, Ron and Hermione found it a few years back and in the summer a whole group of us come and swim down here."

"You people are all mad."

"And now you're one of us."

Harry swan over to Draco, his dark hair hanging into his sparkling green eyes.

"You're something else you are," murmured Draco.

"I bet you say that to all the guys."

"I mean it. You really are. Never met a guy like you before."

Floating on his back, Harry smiled contentedly. "That's 'cause there's no one else like me in the world."

Lying next to Harry, letting the warm water hold him up, Draco sighed. "You're damn right there."

"Are you mad at me, Dray?"

"I could never stay mad at you, Har. You're too damn adorable."

hmmmm.... – thanks for the review but I never read that story – however, if you remember the title, tell me and I'll check it out

grin – if you want Tor consider him yours

What do we think? The eyeball to my socket, tad to my pole, Adam to my ants, rib to my cage were all things me and my friend came up with while pissing around and writing her boyfriend a love letter.

Also, I think this chapter is way longer than the others.

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