Chapter 9

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As requested Harry met Draco outside the Slytherin common room late that next night. They hadn't seen each other much that day as both had essays to work on and Draco was starting to notice the teachers and other students who had stayed for the holidays giving him and Harry strange looks at meal times. They decided to tone it down a little and spend some time apart. Harry was anxious to get his hands on Draco again; he hadn't been able to stop thinking about their rendezvous in the shower.

Draco stepped out of the portrait and Harry wasted no time in pulling the sexy blonde under his invisibility cloak. This time Draco led the way; he took Harry deeper into the corridors of the dungeons into areas he was unfamiliar with but Draco seemed to know just fine. Eventually, Draco stopped Harry at a blank wall.

"This is it," he whispered.

"This is what?" Harry asked.

"Salazar Slytherins secret room. See the snake?" Draco said as he pointed out a very small carving of a snake; it was easy to overlook if you didn't know it was there. "I think you can open it with Parseltongue. Try it."

"You want to me to open this room with Parseltongue?"

"Yeah, like the Chamber of Secrets."

"How do you know about the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Everyone knows about it. Now shut up and open the damn door!"

"Fine, I'll try it," Harry huffed a little. He focused on the little snake carving on the wall. Open, he hissed in Parseltongue.

The wall began to move and change as a door appeared, it didn't look very much different to the Room of Requirement door. Harry turned the knob and pushed open the heavy door. The room was dark as Harry stepped inside, light, he hissed; the light from the candle chandelier lit the large room brilliantly. The room had obviously not been opened in a very long time but despite the thick layers of dust and cobwebs Harry could tell that in its time this room had been rather spectacular.

"Wow," Harry whispered. Draco just grinned at him, obviously proud of his find, and began to move around the room vanishing the large nets of cobwebs as he went.

Between the two of them it wasn't long before Slytherin's secret quarters were back to their former glory.

Once the room was clean Harry lounged on the large bed and took a moment to watch Draco move around the room; his body moved so fluidly, he was graceful and if Harry didn't know any better he would have put money on Draco being a dancer. Draco turned from examining the contents of the bookshelf to eye Harry watching him from the bed.

"Like what you see then?" Draco growled seductively, he crossed the room and had pinned Harry to the bed before he knew what was coming. "Do you want me?" he purred.

Harry moaned under him. "Kiss me," he requested.

Draco leaned down and touched the tip of his nose with Harry's, he rubbed their noses together sensually. Harry's mouth gaped open as he tried to reach Draco's lips, so close yet so far… Draco teased Harry for another minute until Harry howled in frustration and wriggled under him. "Please!" he begged the beautiful boy over him; Draco obliged.

They kissed and pulled at each others clothing until both boys were panting with lust. Harry, ever the Gryffindor, gave his attention to Draco first, sucking and licking at his cock until the young Slytherin's cries filled the room and Harry's groin throbbed more than ever. Harry was becoming incredibly good with his mouth and it was several minutes before Draco regained control over his senses and was able to turn his attention to his lover and return the favour. It took all of Harry's self control not to just take care of himself while Draco nearly passed out beside him from the pleasure; Harry was rather proud of his developing skills but that didn't curb his own desire. Just as he was about to give in Draco turned and ran his slender fingers along the length of Harry's cock and an involuntary moan escaped his mouth. Draco smiled and leaned down to kiss Harry's groin before taking it into his mouth. Harry climaxed in no time at all which wasn't surprising given how worked up he was; he thought he must have hurt Draco bucking into his mouth the way he did but his boyfriend only grinned as he collapsed into a similar unconsciousness from extreme pleasure which turned into actual unconsciousness as they both drifted off to sleep in a tangle of naked limbs and blonde and black hair.

Several hours later Harry awoke to find Draco gazing down at him smirking arrogantly.

"What?" Harry grumbled at him sleepily.

"You are gorgeous you know. We really do look good together, too bad we have to keep it secret," Draco said still smirking.

Harry sighed as he sat up. "God you're vain," he accused, but he smiled to show Draco he didn't really care.

"Yes I am and I'm also deeply hurt you haven't even praised me for finding this place yet!"

"Really? Haven't praised you huh?" Harry said his toned heavily laced with sarcasm.

"No, haven't even thanked me!"

"Really? God how awful…" Harry was smirking as he raised his eyebrows.

Draco knew Harry was teasing him, but decided to play along anyway. "I'm terribly upset," he pouted overdoing it a little.

"It's a good thing you told me then because I thought that blowjob was me thanking you and praising your brilliance. God I'm glad I know now that's for sure! I can save myself the trouble next time you're brilliant and just tell you instead of showing you."

Draco laughed loudly. "Well you see Harry, my love, I'm rather high maintenance and really I require both telling and showing."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, definitely. So go on… Tell me how brilliant I am…"

"Very."

"That's it!?"

"Okay, fine you whiny little brat!" Harry took a deep breath and grazed Draco's hair with his fingertips. "You are so brilliant, clever and ridiculously good looking that I can't help myself-" Harry paused to kiss Draco on the cheek, "-I just have to have you-" he kissed the other cheek and then his chin, "-so thank you, my sweet Slytherin for finding somewhere I can have you-" Harry kissed Draco's nose, "-whenever I want." Harry finished his rather overdone speech with a sweet kiss on Draco's lips.

Draco was grinning like a kid in a candy store. "Perfect."

"So go on and indulge me, I know you're just dying to tell me how you found out about this place," Harry requested.

It turned out that Draco had heard rumours of this room among the Slytherin students and read some vague references about it in Hogwarts documents so he'd decided to do some more research into it. He had sat up late every night of the holidays that he didn't spend in Harry's bed reading through many Slytherin documents until he was able to piece together the elusive and scattered facts enough to hazard a guess at where it might be; that's when he found the snake carving. It wasn't hard to figure out that Parseltongue would open the room up, he had gathered as much when he first thought to look for it, and it was almost perfect that Harry was the only Parseltongue in the school, it meant it really was their room. It was meant for them.

Harry smiled at his boyfriend. "Well aren't you just too clever," he admired.

"Too clever for my own good!" Draco agreed. "How late do you think it is?" he asked.

"Dunno, I reckon we've been here a while though," Harry answered.

"Should we head back do you think?"

"Yeah probably. Before we go though, I wanted to ask you something," Harry's smile had disappeared and he looked nervous.

"Uh oh," Draco teased him with a smirk.

"How much trouble will we get in if we're discovered, do you think?"

This time Draco lost his smile. "I dunno. What do you mean by that?"

"Well," Harry thought for a moment unsure of how to explain it to Draco without upsetting him. "Ron and Hermione know and are generally okay with it and I'm sure everyone else would be too. I mean they wouldn't hurt you or anything."

"That's nice to know," Draco said somewhat tightly as he could see where this was going and he wasn't completely pleased about it.

Harry sensed his displeasure and huffed a bit himself. "Look, I don't want to upset you but I feel like I have a right to know. I mean this could affect me the same as it could you!"

"Just spit it out, would you!" Draco snapped.

"I know there's all this stuff you're keeping from me and I'm trying to be patient with you about it, but this I need to know now." Harry paused to take a deep breath. "What would happen if your dad found out, if Voldemort found out?"

"Look, I don't know okay!? I wish I could tell you everything. I want to but I – I can't, I don't know how."

Draco's breathing quickened and his eyes were darting around the room. Harry could tell he was on the edge of a panic attack and he needed to calm down.

"Hey, hey…" he whispered, pulling the blonde into a hug. "I'm sorry."

Draco started to calm and his breathing got deeper as he inhaled the scents from Harry's hair. Harry pulled back from Draco until he was able to look into his eyes; he took both the other boys soft pale hands into his own and squeezed gently.

"How much access do they have to you?" Harry whispered.

"I try to stay out of that stuff as much as I can. You already know that Dad's involved so as far as that goes, through him, I guess the Dark Lord would have all kinds of access to me," Draco's voice was low and he refused to look into Harry's eyes, instead he stared at the tasseled lamp beside the bed.

Harry shuddered, he was afraid of that. How was he supposed to protect Draco if he was within arms length of Voldemort? How was he supposed to convince Ron and Hermione that he was safe with Draco?

"What if they ask you to help them get to me?" Harry whispered, he knew this question would hurt Draco but he had to ask.

"I would refuse, Harry! Jesus! What kind of question is that!?" Draco yelled at Harry and pulled his hands from Harry's grip.

"What if they hurt you!? What if they get you and when you refuse they hurt you?" Harry's voice broke asking this question, he was close to tears.

Draco grabbed Harry's shoulders tightly in his hands and stared straight into his stunning emerald eyes. "If that happens," he said firmly, "-if they get me, you need to forget about me, understand? Don't come after me."

"What!?" Harry's mouth fell open in horror. "NO! I won't forget-"

Draco shook Harry's shoulders slightly to get his attention. "If it gets to that I'm already dead! There would be no point!"

Thick tears began to well up in Harry's eyes as he imagined what it would be like to lose Draco; to have to live his life without him. If he never tried to save him Harry knew he couldn't live with himself; he would never promise Draco that he would forget him.

"Okay, I've have enough of this conversation now," Harry mumbled as two tears dropped from the clutches of his eyelashes.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and held him close.

"You aren't allowed to go back to your dad, okay? Not if he could hurt you. You're with me now I'll take care of you," Harry whispered into Draco's neck.

"What about the summer holidays?" Draco asked smiling at his lovers promise to look after him.

"You'll stay at my place. I have a house, it was my Godfathers."

"Mmm," Draco purred. "I like the idea of staying with you…"

Harry didn't want to tell Draco he probably wouldn't be there; he knew Dumbledore would make him go back to the Dursley's until he was 17. Harry pulled away from Draco's hold to settle into the crook of his arm.

"Would you be upset leaving your family?" he asked.

"Sort of," Draco replied. "No more upset about my family than I am when I'm with them."

"Do they love you?"

"I'm not sure. I think they love what I am, not who I am. You know they love the Malfoy heir not Draco; they have my future all planned out – family before me, they say."

"Planned out? You don't get to choose?"

"Nope. They've chosen for me; my job, my wife."

"What about what you want?" Harry cringed, it sounded like Draco was already betrothed.

"That doesn't come into it."

"It does for me. What do you want? What would you have if you weren't the Malfoy heir?" Harry inquired, he was genuinely interested and he wanted to change the subject; he knew they would have to go soon and he wanted to leave Draco happy.

Draco smiled at him. "Well, in that case, I would want to own and run my own business and spend the rest of my life with the man I love."

"The man you love eh? I may have to kill him you know. Is he bigger than me, could I take him?" Harry teased.

Draco laughed and kissed Harry's hair. "Oh I'd say he's about your size…"

"Better looking?"

"Roughly the same. Wow, that's weird, he's got that same scar on his head too…"

Harry laughed nervously and sighed. It was at least half a minute before he replied; it was almost as though he was arguing with himself about whether or not he should ask.

"Do you really?"

Draco knew what Harry was talking about; he was very aware that he'd just told the Gryffindor hero that he loved him. He joked about it the whole time but he was nervous as hell. Draco nodded slowly answering Harry's question. "Is that okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah," Harry answered quietly, nodding his head. He snuggled into Draco tighter and closed his eyes; they remained like this until Draco suggested they head back into the real world.

He never said anything, but to Draco Harry's lack of response to his confession was as obvious as a loud bang in a quiet library – and it hurt like fucking hell.

Well everyone, sorry for the long wait. I am officially behind with this and to make matters worse (for those of you that love this story) I've started another chapter fic! What am I thinking!?

So anyway, I hope you liked this. To be honest I sort of wrote it and posted it so theres been little to no proof reading but i've had enough for tonight so I will post it now and change the mistakes later.

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