Hey Guys this chapter is dedicated to MRS HEATH LUCK!! I hope you like it... she makes a cameo appearance to kick Draco's ass! Hope you like if Katelyn!

Harry arrived at Grimmuld Place and immediately set up wards, allowing only one person to come to him, the person he needed, the person he wanted, the person that wouldn't come to him.

Harry sighed as sat down at the kitchen table, the remnants of the lunch had been removed and Harry vaguely wondered how long he had been unconscious when he heard the pop of apparation resound throughout the lower level.

Harry left the kitchen to find a clean Draco standing near the front door looking a little sheepish, "hi."

"Hey."

The two just stared at each other before Harry turned back towards the kitchen indicating that Draco follow, which he duly did. Once there Draco made Harry sit whilst he boiled some water and made a pot of tea, letting it stew as he sat opposite Harry.

"How long was I in St Mungo's?"

"Three days."

Harry nodded.

"I didn't leave your side."

"Why not?"

"I told you, I'm in love with you."

"What about Hermione?"

Harry hadn't looked at Draco throughout the conversation, he was too ashamed of what he was feeling and hoping for. Draco stood from his side of the table and moved around until he was crouched next to Harry, placing his hand under Harry's chin Draco forced Harry's face towards him, but Harry's eyes remained on the floor.

"Look at me Harry."

Slowly Harry's eyes locked onto Draco's losing them as his eyes closed but he was rewarded when Draco pressed his lips to Harry's in a soft gentle caress. Draco slowly pulled away and looked deep into Harry's eyes which fluttered with fatigue.

"I want you, Draco, I do but I need to know are you still marrying Hermione?" Harry stifled a yawn.

"Come on let's get you to bed."

"That's not a yes or a no," Harry yawned widely and freely, as Draco chuckled as lifted him bridal-style and carried him to his room upstairs.

When Draco had laid Harry on the bed, he removed his boots, belt, jeans and shirt leaving Harry in his boxers so Draco could clearly see scars marring the muscle, he frowned the Healers had told him that they had healed everything. No lasting damage or scarring.

"They're from the War and the muggles," Harry said sleepily, squirming when Draco ran his hands over them, fingertips brushing along the sensitive skin of the scars Harry's breathing soon evened out and Draco withdrew his hand from Harry and himself from the side of the bed.

"Don't stop."

Draco turned back to Harry who had opened his eyes slightly and was holding out his hand, "please don't stop. Stay with me."

Draco nodded and made his way to the bed, shedding his trousers and shirt as he went before he took Harry's hand lay down next to him, continuing his ministrations over the scars until both men eventually feel asleep.

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When he woke up Draco felt more relaxed and content than he ever had, his head was on Harry's chest with an arm around his waist and Draco's knees tucked up under Harry's whereas Harry had both arms around Draco holding him tightly. Smiling Draco snuggled closer to Harry's body before he planted kisses along the scars criss-crossing Harry's chest, when Harry stirred Draco stopped drawing a moan from the dark haired man.

"Draco!"

"Harry?"

Harry pulled Draco up his body so Draco was lying on top of him; Harry could feel Draco's arousal pressing into his hip so he cupped the back of the blonds' head and pulled it down for a fierce kiss, lips moved together, tongues stroked and teeth bit as Draco waved his wand to vanish both their boxers.

Moans filled the air as heated flesh met; Harry pulled Draco completely on top of him before stilling and looking into Draco's eyes.

"Do you want me Draco?"

"I can't Harry." Draco pushed himself off Harry and moved to sit on the side of the bed, his erect cock resting against his stomach whilst Harry moved to kneel behind him.

"Say it."

"What?"

"That you don't want me." Harry's voice was soft yet demanding.

Draco hesitated and hung his head, "I – I don't want you."

"That's a start, now look at me and say you don't want me." Draco turned his head and looked Harry in the eyes feeling his cock pressing against Draco's lower back whilst his arms wound tighter around him. Draco took a deep breath, "I, I- Don't-" he closed his eyes for a moment, "I want you, fuck do I-"

He was cut off by Harry's mouth on his kissing him hard as two lubed up fingers made their way inside Draco, somehow remaining attached the two boys manoeuvred themselves into horizontal positions where Harry's fingers stretched and prepared Draco for something bigger.

Draco's legs were on Harry's shoulders and their met as Harry began pushing his way inside, past Draco's tight ring moaning they moved together until Harry was fully sheathed.

"Draco."

Draco smiled and clenched in response eliciting a moan from Harry, who started to pull out before pushing back in, moving in tandem the two men started making love, their eyes never leaving the others until Draco's fluttered shut whilst he was on the brink of his release.

"No, open them Draco I want to see you." Harry groaned out loud and came fiercely inside Draco as the silver eyes burned into his. Draco's come made a sticky mess on both of their chests; Harry fell on top of Draco sighing contentedly before an alarm went off.

"What the fuck?"

"Aw shit what time is it Draco?"

"Five to ten."

"Fuck!"

Harry frantically got up and started throwing on clothes, casting a cleaning charm at his chest he stared forlornly where Draco's come was before strong hands gripped his waist. Harry to see Draco staring at him, "calm down what's wrong? Where are you going?"

"I have to meet my shrink at 10 so like now and yes I have to go, I'll be back in an hour, will you be here?"

"I can be, but I have to tell Mione."

Harry stiffened, "you're going to tell her that we fucked?"

"No Harry, I'm going to tell her that we made love and talk about the wedding."

Harry nodded before apparating away, Draco sighed cast a cleaning charm on himself and dressed quickly before apparating to his house well aware that he smelt like sex, his cheeks were flushed and his hair messy.

Hermione was in the living room with her main bridesmaid; Katelyn a beautiful pale girl with brown eyes and dirty blond hair, both women worked at the ministry together and had a plight for house-elf enslavement.

Both looked at him as he entered their eyes wide as they took in his ragged appearance and the clothes from last night. Katelyn stood and stormed over to him before she punched him square in the jaw "you bastard!"

Hermione restrained her friend before looking back at Draco, "what happened?"

"Hermione are you that stupid? He fucked Harry."

"No." Hermione's eyes widened impossibly as she looked Draco over before staring into his eyes, "Draco tell me it's not true."

"I can't."

"You slept with Harry? When I asked you to check on him you fucked him?"

"Well..."

"Well what?"

Katelyn started to laugh, a snort escaping as she did so, flushed she looked at Hermione "Harry fucked him, ha never expected you to be a bottom Draco!" Collapsing in a fit of giggles, snorts escaping her occasionally whilst Draco moved off upstairs to pack his things as Hermione sank down onto the sofa in a daze.

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When Harry returned back to Grimmuld place Draco was nowhere to be found, figuring he was with Hermione sorting out their relationship getting back together. Fighting tears Harry quickly wrote a note before doing what Jordan had said to do, pack a bag and leave.