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My Sweet Sister (2)

Draco and Harry met every night by the lake, sometimes they just simply sat there looking up at the stars or throwing rocks into the lake, huddled together for warmth, other times Harry would sit and listen to Draco talk fondly of his six year old sister for hours. There were the times where they would talk about their old rivalry and laugh at the childishness they brought out in each other and the petty things that they would fight about or share experiences that no one knew but the people involved; Harry telling Draco about what he did and who he saved every year since coming to Hogwarts and Draco explaining the horror of having the Dark Lord take over his home.

Tonight was one of the nights where they were simply sitting in silence, looking out over the lake. Draco turns to watch Harry as the air swept through his raven locks waiting for his full attention.

"What's wrong Draco?" Harry questions, not looking away from the lake, but Draco could tell that he had the raven's full attention.

"Are we friends?" he questions.

"Do you want us to be Draco?"

A pause, "Yes"

"Then we're friends" Harry replies.

Draco couldn't help but grin as a warmth he's never felt washes over him.

The grin fades however as he braces himself for his final confession; "Amabella died because-" Draco's voice cracks and instantaneously he feels the warmth of Harry's hand as it grasps his own "Because of the trial, the long absence of anyone to look after her… we were away so long and she was sitting in the manor, slowly deteriorating" he began to tremble "It's all my fault! I should have been paying more attention! It wasn't even a deadly disease! It was curable!" as Draco got more hysterical Harry finally turns to him and wraps him in an embrace.

"Shh Draco, it's not your fault, there's no way of knowing if you're not there to see it. No one could blame you for not seeing the signs. Think about if they would have seen you as guilty and thrown you in Azkaban, you would have never known at all, and wouldn't that have been so much worse? To finally come home and found your sister's presence missing?" Harry whispers to him gently, trying to reassure him as he rocks the broken wizard in his arms "And you planned her funeral didn't you? And wasn't it beautiful? Everyone that knew her will remember her funeral and in turn remember how special she made their lives"

Draco was silent for a moment, except for a few sniffles before he raises his head to look into Harry's eyes "You think so?"

"Think? No, I know so" Harry replies with a heartening smile.

With that, the wizards turn to look out at the lake again in silence, Draco sitting in Harry's lap with the savior's arms around him. Draco decided he didn't need to analyze what he felt for his new found friend, he just decided to let it run its course.

Draco rarely sat at the Slytherin table anymore. Gryffindor and Slytherin weren't any closer to settling their differences and Harry refused to sit with a bunch of hostile snakes, at least his house treated Draco with respect, the first and last time he sat with Draco at the Slytherin table Theodore Nott spat into his pumpkin juice. Draco had gotten most of his appetite back and had filled out again as well as retained much of his energy and snarky attitude but still he sat at the Gryffindor table; half the reason was because if he sat at the Slytherin table he's housemates would constantly bitch about Harry and question what he saw in the Boy-Who-Lived-To-Kick-Voldemort's-Ass and the other half was that Harry liked to keep an eye on him and make sure he was eating.

Today wasn't any different and Draco was sitting right next to Harry, with Hermione and Ron sitting opposite them, chatting amiably. They had all come to a tentative truce and eventually warmed to each other. Hermione had bonded with the snarky Slytherin over a battle of wits and had discovered a common interest. Ron had helped the blonde get back his competitive streak with heated discussions about Quidditch and challenging him in Wizards Chess. Now they were almost friends.

Harry smacks Draco's arm and the blonde turns to him, "What was that for Potter?" he snaps without the malice it would normally hold.

"Malfoy, if you don't eat I'll force the goddamn food down your throat" Harry nags and Draco smirks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, mother" Ron snorts and turns away to hide his laughter and Hermione scoffs.

"Honestly, Harry's just concerned Draco. You're thin as it is, you need all the nourishment you can get, we don't want to see you relapse into… into that state again" Hermione ends softly and an understanding but tense silences fall over the four as they all remember only a few months before.

"Way to kill the jovial mood 'Mione" Ron jokes weakly and Draco smiles gratefully.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"

"It's okay, you're right" Draco gives her a small smile "I'm glad you care"

Hermione's response was a dazzling smile that lit up her face "Of course I care Draco, you're my friend"

"Well now that we got that out of the way" Harry says cheerfully, wrapping his arms around the blonde's shoulders "Eat"

With that, the four quickly finished breakfast, Harry's arm still around Draco's shoulder. Hermione and Ron gave each other a look and smiled knowing.

Draco Malfoy felt completely stable and warm. He barely heard the laughter and chatter of the students ready for their Hogsmeade trip, loud and cheerful as they crowded in groups discussing what they wanted to do and where they wanted to go.

He noticed however, the smile that lit up Harry Potter's face when he saw the blonde heading towards him and couldn't help but smile back, feeling his heart flutter and his knees go weak at the sight. He greeted the raven with a hug and then greeted Ron and Hermione as well, who waved to him, holding hands. His heart skipped a beat when Harry grabbed his wrist and tugged him forward, starting their journey to town. Ron and Hermione went their own way leaving Harry and Draco to wander the streets, walking close together. If Harry noticed his didn't let on, but Draco was overwhelmed by the butterflies in his stomach.

Deep in thought Draco didn't even notice Harry had stopped until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Draco?"

"Huh? What?" Draco questions, turning to face his companion.

"I said did you want to go into Honeydukes and stock up on sweets? I've run out of chocolate"

"Oh right, yeah, let's go" Draco says, smiling in embarrassment, but Harry just laughs good-naturedly and tugs the blonde towards the store.

Between the two they bought quite a lot of sweets and Harry ended up buying every single type of chocolate the store had to offer.

"Hey Draco, wanna share these with me?" Harry questions, holding up a box of chocolates.

"Sure, why not? Hey, are they the new strawberry shaped chocolates?"

"Got it in one" Harry smiles as he opens the box "You first"

It wasn't until they were half way through devouring the chocolate that Draco decided to read the label on the box and instantly froze.

"Harry…" he squeaks "Harry stop, stop eating those chocolates"

"Why?" Harry questions with a mouth full of chocolate "Is there something wrong with them? Are they spoiled?"

"No, I just read the label and it states 'Warning, Aphrodisiacs embedded in chocolate, may cause consumer to lose inhibitions for 54 minutes per chocolate, for all the women out there who keep losing nerve'" there was a pause "How many did you eat?"

Harry bites his lip "Umm… like 5"

"Same" Draco bites his lip "So we'll be unable to control ourselves for almost five hours"

"Mmm" Harry replies noncommittally and Draco turns to see Harry staring at him, an inner fire that Draco had never witnessed before lighting his emerald gaze.

Draco's whole body flares up and erupts into flames as his stomach knots. His eyes take in Harry's features, from the heavy lidded gaze to soft, parted lips, and when the raven stands Draco's eyes fall to his body, hidden unfairly by too many layers of clothes.

"Draco…" his voice was strained and low and his name was purred and Draco shivers, rising as well.

He could feel Harry's eyes on him and felt completely bare, although instead of embarrassment coming with the knowledge of the savior undressing him with his eyes he felt even hotter and a strangled, soft cry escapes him, feeling himself harden. Breathing heavily Draco meets his gaze and raises a hand before he crooks his finger, beckoning Harry to him, taking off back towards Hogwarts when Harry goes to pounce.

Draco had made it all the way to the Entrance Hall before Harry grabs him around the waist and pulls him back, feeling the contours of the savior's muscular body pressing against his back as he grinds his erection against his Slytherin counterpart's ass. The blonde's head lolls back as a moan escapes him and suddenly he felt warm lips against his throat, biting, kissing, and licking their way over his sensitive, pale skin.

"Ngh… H-Harry" Draco gasps as Harry slides one hand up under his shirt to run his nails lightly over a nipple "Mmm, not here" he gasps as the other hand slides down to palm his cock through the fabric of his trousers "Oh Merlin, Mordred and Morgana…"

"Mmm what…?" Harry questions distractedly, lifting his torturous lips away from the blonde's sweet sensitized skin "Maybe we should get out of the Entrance Hall"

Releasing the blonde from his grasp reluctantly, Harry steps back, letting said blonde turn to face him.

"Where to Draco?" Harry purrs making a shiver run down Draco's spine, his body falling limp as it's pushed flush against the others hard body, the strong, tanned arms around his waist the only thing supporting his weight.

"The safest place we can be" the blonde gasps as his Gryffindor lover presses those sinful lips back onto their favorite pale column "…Some… where we won't b-be inter… interrupted" the Slytherin loses all coherency as Harry bites his shoulder which was apparently connected directly to his cock "Ngh…"

"What the fuck?!" startled, both wizards are forcibly jerked out of their little world and jumping apart they turn to see Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe staring at them in shock, mouths gaping.

"Crabbe, Goyle" Draco groans, grinding his hips into his lovers "Not a word, you saw nothing, understand?"

With a quick nod, both turned from the pair and hurried off to the Slytherin Common Room as Harry groans and starts grinding back.

"Room Of Requirements, now" he pants before grabbing a pale wrist and dragging Draco up to the seventh floor in record speed.

The door appeared instantly, sensing the urgency of the pair and Harry wrenches it open, dragging Draco in after him. Before the door is even shut both wizards had fallen into the bed the room had supplied, Draco's angel blonde hair fanned out around him on one of the many pillows as his fingers entwine in ebony locks, his gasps and moans swallowed up by the Golden Boy's hot, searching mouth and sweet tasting tongue. Harry's callused hands were running over the Slytherin's hot, pale skin with fervor as his lips leave the others to explore more skin.

"Ngh… H-Harry, Harry do it, do it now!"

"Mmm…? You want me to top?"

"Yes!" the blonde hisses, crawling desperately at the savior's back "Merlin just fuck me!"

"Patience is a virtue Draco…"

"Patience isn't getting laid!"

"Very true" Harry concedes, rolling his hips "But you are"

Draco's whole body was so exhausted he couldn't move, his backside was sore, he was sleepy, crushed by the weight of a body on his own overly warm one, his breath was coming in harsh gasps as puffs of air were being blown into his ear… and he had never felt so completely and undeniably sated. Three vigorous, aphrodisiac chocolate induced, rounds of sex tended to do that to a person.

With a groan Harry peels his body from his lovers and pulls out of him, missing him barely as he collapses to the side of the gorgeous wizard he just made love to for hours, he could still feel the chocolate induced fuzz over his mind (as well as the stickiness of Draco's cooling juices on his abdomen) but the initial uncontrollable lust was gone, leaving his body warm and relaxed.

Turning on his side with a long groan of exhaustion, he admires the blonde lying beside him, who's molten silver eyes were staring at the ceiling unseeingly, his swollen lips tugged into a small, affectionate smile.

"Draco?" he draws the name out, his finger drawing patterns on his lovers pale, sweat-soaked skin, waiting, only continuing once Draco groans in acknowledgment, "I want to know, how long have you wanted me? Because I fell in love the night I heard you sing"

Harry wouldn't have asked, he would never have admitted to the blonde he was in love, but the chocolates were bringing his Gryffindor boldness out. Likewise, the chocolate was still in effect for Draco and the blonde soon found himself cuddled against his ebony haired lover, his head resting upon his tanned chest.

"I fell in love the night I told you how Amabella died" Draco whispers gently to his lover, finding Harry's hand and entwining their fingers "You were so warm, so gentle, so understanding… so… sweet, I don't think I could have done anything but fall for you"

It seems that the chocolate induced euphoria wore off at that moment, Draco's pale skin went a light shade of pink Harry couldn't describe other than… well… cute.

"Draco…" Harry smiles gently, placing a finger under Draco's chin and tilting his head up "Let's take this slow, just you and me together… in secret"

Emotions flashed across Draco's face so fast Harry couldn't recognize any of them before his face settled into a vulnerable, bitter expression; "You're ashamed of me, aren't you? You don't want to people to see you with an ex-Death Eater" Harry didn't even a chance to defend himself for Draco was up, clean and dressed with a few waves of his wand "Fine, I'll save you the… the hardship then" tears had welled in Draco's eyes and Harry's heart broke but his mouth wouldn't work "I… I hate you Harry Potter!"

And then, just like that, Draco was gone, leaving Harry with a pain in his chest worse than the Cruciatus curse. But he knew one thing for sure; judging by the look in Draco's eyes, he was lying and that gave Harry hope.

Harry shoves a hand through his hair in utter frustration and glares at the empty corridor. He'd been trying for weeks to get the blonde, pureblood prat alone to explain himself but he was steadfastly evading the savior like the snake he was.

Bastard.

Sighing he lets his hand drop by his side and turns around.

"Fucking Malfoy with his pride and his 'assumptions' always thinking he knows what I'm talking about. I didn't say I was ashamed of him! I just wanted to keep it a secret so we could get used to the feeling of being together, I want time with him alone before the weight of the world falls down on us! Our relationship would crumple if we came straight out without strengthening what he have…" a deep sigh of resent "Had" dropping his head and blinking away tears Harry feels the anger at himself crumble to make way for misery "It was all for him but he didn't even let me explain, it's stuff like this I wanted to resolve before we faced the world… together"

Depression was an old friend of Harry's and he welcomed it without pause. If Draco no longer wanted to face him alone than Harry wouldn't force him to, he'd just have to do what he's known for and use that Gryffindor daring to his full advantage.

Draco was startled when hands slammed onto the table and jumped, just like others around him and looks up to see narrowed, deep green eyes.

"Harry? What's wrong?" Hermione questions.

"Yes, Harry, what's wrong?" Draco questions, eyebrow raised and watches as Harry grits his teeth.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? You! You're wrong!" Harry explodes, pointing a finger at Draco.

The hall falls into silence, watching the two ex-rivals-turned-friends, waiting to see if this was the argument that would send them back to the path of enemies as Draco sighs and stands up.

"Harry-"

"Don't you even dare! You are going to shut up and listen for once in your life Draco Malfoy! I mean it, one word and I'll hex your mouth shut!" taking a calming breath he continues "I'm only going to say this once. When I said to keep it secret, I meant, why don't we wait it out; let the thing between us strengthen a little before we tried to force it upon the world. I've been waiting way too long for this and I didn't want it to be all for nothing, but what did you do instead of waiting for me to explain? You fly off the handle and decide you don't want to speak with me alone? Trying to detach yourself from me without making it obvious? Do you ever see past your own fucking feelings?!?!"

Draco averts his eyes, feeling his chest clamp painfully; "I didn't think you'd want to be seen with me"

"A little late for that don't you think? I've been seen with you for months you prat" Harry sighs, giving a small amused smile, his anger suddenly dispersing "I just wanted to give us a chance to settle before we let other people know about us. I don't tell just anybody I'm in love with them"

Suddenly the Great Hall erupts into noise; giggles and cooing were heard mostly from the girls, mixed in with gasps and excited chatter. The cat calls and protests joined the mix when Draco grabbed a fist full of Harry's raven locks and hauled him halfway over the table to smash their lips together in a kiss full of raw emotion, teeth clashing and with way to much tongue and they could taste the combination of blood mixed with tears giving a salty, coppery taste but they simply didn't care.

"I love you too" Draco breathes as they detach their lips.

The marble headstone was smooth and cool under his fingers, but nothing like the cool air rushing over his skin, huddled close the warmth of his lover, feeling a sense of peace from their entwined fingers.

Draco places the flowers he'd picked from the Manor's garden onto his sister's grave before kissing his fingers and running them over her name.

"Draco?" Harry questions, removing his own fingers from the marble and turning to face the blonde.

All he got in response is a head resting on his shoulder and a sigh, the soft silvery locks tickling the skin of his neck.

A gentle silence falls upon them as they stare at the grave they were kneeling in front of before Draco sighs and gets to his feet.

"Come on, let's go inside, it's pretty dark and mother might be worried"

Harry nods and rises as well, turning to watch his lover walk away silently before turning back to Amabella's grave.

"I really should thank you Ama" Harry whispers, smiling "You bought me and your brother together, even if it was under bad circumstances, but it's appreciated nonetheless, I'll keep an eye on him for you and take care of him, you have my word"

A tinkling laugh met his ears, as soft as the wind, so full of childlike contentment that Harry almost knew it was from little Amabella, but shaking it off he turns and walks away, back to Malfoy Manor with a content smile permanently on his face.

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~Eerie