Author's Note

I'm getting better! I actually wrote this in one day after my spell of sunbathing whilst I'm in the South Of France! I actually took my laptop and we have an internet connection. I think the sun has inspired me!

I've just thought of a few things that I don't think I've mentioned…

Voldemort did die when Harry was a baby, there is NO chance of him coming back EVER.

This means that The Malfoys are rehabilitated… slightly…

Yes, Draco freaked out about being Gay then was okay, he was overreacting since it was a shock to him, he was confused and scared!

DISCLAIMER.. My god I forgot this! Yeah, I'm only gaining sheer enjoyment from writing this… NO MONEY AT ALL!

UN-BETAed!

22. Closer To The Edge.

Over the next few days, Harry really embraced his 'damsel in distress' role. He was nearly always snuggled at Draco's side (not that either of them complained too much). During the moments that Draco did need to leave Harry; for instance, to use the toilet, Harry's arm was linked with Blaise or Hermione. He was never alone, much to the Gryffindor's dismay.

Also, the other students began to notice the difference and were mostly supportive of Harry and Draco. Many girls were seen scowling, some even slapping, Ron, Dean and Seamus. The boys were having trouble holding down a girlfriend each. As soon as said girlfriend found out that it was them who were the prejudiced ones, they were straight out the door, but not before leaving a nice, red handprint on their ex's face.

Harry, Draco, Blaise and Hermione were sitting in the library finishing off the homework they had all been set, which was proving to be quite difficult since girls kept coming over to the table every few minutes asking if Harry was okay, or telling them all how much they hated Ron and his friends.

"You know, when I was known to be straight, I never got this much female attention." Harry said quietly, giggling to himself.

"Oh, come on! You're The-Boy-Who-Lived! You must have had so many girls throwing themselves at you. I'm sure Romilda Vane ran a fan club just dedicated to you." Draco said, feigning jealousy.

"I'm serious. Draco's my first relationship. You all know that."

"Harry, that may be true but girls have been throwing themselves at you. As soon as any girl got over the 'cooties phase' they were after you." Blaise said. He seemed to be speaking as though he was describing his own personal experience towards Harry.

"Blaise is right, Harry," Hermione said to a very confused looking Harry, "the girls in this school have all been in love with you at some point, some probably still are. Draco, that club is real, I had one of the members coming up to me every day asking if I'd tell them something about Harry. Once, they even asked me for a pair of Harry's dirty boxers." Everyone, but Harry, began belly-laughing at the absurdity of the comment.

Harry, however, was horrified. "Are you serious!"

"Deathly, babe." Blaise said, once he regained his breath. "You're just too dense to even notice. That's why you needed my help in getting together with Mister Blondie. You know, the one with his hand gradually moving up your…" Blaise suddenly realised what was going on, gasped and then proceeded to shout, "DRACO AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL YOU GUYS ARE ALONE!"

"Will you be quiet!" Madame Pince hissed at their table.

"Sorry, Madame." They all said, heads hanging.

"But I'm serious, Draco, Hermione and I are here too!" Blaise whispered, as he saw Draco's hand still getting higher.

"Fine, we'll leave." Draco grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him away from the table.

Harry was dragged, giggling, for quite a while. He was so amused that he didn't register where they were going and why. Suddenly, He noticed that he was being pulled in to a small corridor which, due to it's size, must have been abandoned. He was promptly pushed against the nearest wall and felt his boyfriend's lips against his. He was being thoroughly kissed and felt Draco grab his wrists and hold them above his head. Draco's knee was pressed between Harry's legs and pressed his body against Harry's.

"What brought this along, then?" Harry said, breathless, as he pulled away from Draco's lips.

"You just look so hot when you're all cozy and helpless with me." Draco said, moving his way down Harry's neck. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

"Well, I guess that we should thank Blaise for forcing us away from them." Harry half giggled, half moaned, as Draco's knee began to grind against his growing erection. Draco's hands were under Harry's shirt as Harry's were gripped in Draco's hair. Draco's hands moved lower and settled on Harry's hips as he ground them against one another. Draco's hands slowly moved to the front of Harry's trousers and, once again, Harry tensed up and pushed Draco away.

They had never been much further than intense shirtless kissing and Draco's hands wandering a little lower, but whenever they made it to Harry's waistband, Harry would pull away and just apologise, which was happening again.

"Draco, I'm so sorry! I don't know what's wrong with me." He said, as he crouched down onto the floor and held his head in his hands.

"Baby, don't worry. I honestly don't mind." Draco crouched down and placed his arm around his boyfriend. "How about we go back to our dorm and snuggle?"

Harry laughed, "Imagine the world knowing that Draco Malfoy loves a snuggle."

They walked, hand in hand, in silence, back to the Slytherin dorms. Well, they couldn't get a word in edgeways as group after group of girls came up and offered support and hugs for the happy couple.

When they reached the common room, they went straight up to their room, where Harry sat down on his bed, and Draco placed several locking and silencing charms upon the door, and spelled a note onto the door to stop him interrupting.

Blaise,

Please don't come in until we come out,

I think something's up with Harry and I really need to find out what's going on.

I will tell you and 'Mione what's going on if I can, to be honest if there's something wrong, it's not my place to say.

Draco knew that, no matter how crazy Blaise was, he would know that it was a serious matter and would leave them alone for a while. He walked over and took his usual place behind Harry and held him close.

"I really am sorry, Draco, I just… I think it is making me think about what Vernon did to me."

Draco tensed, how could I not have thought about that? SHIT! "Harry, there is seriously no need to apologise, I shouldn't have pushed you like that. People who have been through what you have can't just go straight into a new physical relationship."

"I bet you hate me for this." Harry said, leaning forward, trying to get off of the bed.

Draco's grip just tightened and he pulled Harry closer and placed his chin on his boyfriend's shoulder. "I could never hate you, I don't want you to even consider the thought of me hating you. I should've been so much more considerate of you. It should be me apologising to you."

"I don't deserve you, Draco. You're way too good for me." Harry said, leaning back into Draco and nuzzling Draco's cheek.

"Don't say that. I'm dating The-Boy-Who-Lived, I definitely don't deserve you."

"Well let's just say that we don't deserve each other. That's why we're together. I really do like you, Draco, I don't want you to think, just because I won't go further with you, that I don't want you. I really do, and I wish I could go further. I want to, but I can't." Harry linked their hands together and rubbed his thumb across the top of Draco's hand.

"I understand completely, I really do. I would like to carry on, but I can wait for you." Draco smiled at Harry, who had turned to see the sincerity of his boyfriend.

They stayed there and cuddled and talked and kissed until they fell asleep content in each other's arms, completely forgetting about the other resident of their room, who turned up a while later, assuming that whatever needed sorting out, was sorted and tried every method to break down the door that kept him from his bed.

Sighing in defeat, he stomped his way to Gryffindor Tower, spat the password at the Fat Lady and slumped on top of Hermione, placing his head on her shoulder.

"Can I stay tonight? Pleeeeeease?" He pleaded, "The lovebirds have locked the door so much that I can't break through, I think they've forgotten about me, 'Mione, how could they forget about me?"

"Shhh," Hermione cooed, running her fingers through Blaise's hair, "of course you can stay, my lovely. One thing I like is that the stairs will let you up. They won't see you as a threat, since you're gay and won't try anything with any of us."

"Yay!" Blaise leaped up and began jumping up an down, clapping and squealing. "We can have a sleepover! We'll extend your bed and we can lay and talk about boys all night! Ooooooh! I need to find you a boyfriend, that is definitely being moved to the top of my to-do list. To be honest, I'm quite surprised you haven't found anyone after that makeover I gave you."

"Well, actually, I have been getting looks from someone who's cute. I like him. I think I need your help a little, Blaisey Waisey."

At that, Blaise grabbed Hermione's hand and dragged her straight up stairs, "Right, I want to try and guess this. I want house, then year, then looks, then I will attempt a name and…"