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Chapter 14

The next day was Thursday and Harry felt his spirit lift immeasurably – tonight he would spend with Draco – he had asked Ron to cover for him with the other boys as he planned to stay the night with Draco in their private room. It was just what he needed after this stalker incident. He strolled down the dungeon corridor grinning and laughing loudly with Ron about the letter he'd received from the twins at breakfast about their new product line – as an investor they kept Harry updated on their progress.

"Harry!" someone called to him softly.

Harry looked around, he couldn't see anyone. It was just him, Ron and Hermione in the corridor – Hermione had dragged them off to class early so she could go over her notes for today's potion before everyone else arrived.

"Over here, Dimwit," Harry heard Draco laugh as he stepped out from behind a statue.

Harry smiled broadly. "Hello you," he greeted his lover. "Couldn't wait, huh?" he teased.

"Malfoy's shouldn't have to wait," he quipped, "you know that."

"Yes, well if I'm not mistaken, you have bent the Malfoy rules quite a bit in the last few months," Harry reminded him.

"Shut up and come here," Draco ordered. "We are wasting precious time."

Draco reached out and dragged a giggling Harry behind the statue that hid him earlier to take his mouth possessively in a tender kiss. Harry let Draco have him only for a few seconds.

"This is a bad idea, Draco. When did you get so daring?" Harry asked trying to hide his smile with a frown; it didn't work. "First the locker rooms and now this?"

Hermione and Ron were trying to avert their eyes from this loving display, focusing instead on whether or not someone was approaching so they could give Harry ample warning. Harry hoped they might be able to see some of what he was talking about the night before.

"I don't see you enough," Draco purred into Harry's ear. "I miss you and a few stolen hours don't satisfy me as long as they used to."

"How about a whole night? How long would that satisfy you for?" Harry whispered as he leaned in to suck gently on Draco's earlobe.

"A whole night? Really?" Draco breathed, shivering in anticipation and excitement at the thought of a whole night with Harry.

"Mm Hmm," Harry hummed back in confirmation letting his lips purr against the skin of Draco's bared neck. "Ron's going to cover for me."

Draco moaned with pleasure as Harry kissed his neck down to his shoulder, then tilted his head up to meet his boyfriend's mouth in another kiss.

"Harry!" Hermione hissed urgently as another few members of their Potions class approached.

He quickly broke away from Draco and shuffled into the Potions classroom still tasting Draco's saliva on his lips; he licked at it hoping to taste it for the rest of the day.

Harry could almost feel his heart expand inside his chest as his affection for the beautiful Slytherin grew. He subtly watched him for the duration of the Potions lesson; his white blonde locks persistently falling across his eyes no matter how often those slender fingers brushed them away. Draco was an expert at containing his emotions, like none Harry had ever known before, but the more time Harry spent with his boyfriend – and the longer he watched him – the more he noticed those rare moments when he couldn't help but let his true feelings shine through. This was one of those rare moments, Harry noticed, as Draco seemed unable to control the small smile that played in the corners of his mouth or the one occasion he allowed his eyes to briefly meet Harry's.

Harry fingered the ring he wore around his neck as he thought about Draco, something he often did at night as he fell to sleep but rarely allowed himself to do in public lest it draw attention.

They couldn't keep living like this – couldn't keep hiding their love, not when he felt like it would burst from him any moment. The emerald ring Draco had given to him as a Christmas gift was a symbol of Draco's affections as much as it was a symbol of their relationship; as long as it stayed hidden underneath Harry's shirt so would their love, but if he took it out and wore it on his finger then they wouldn't have to hide because everyone would know.

Harry pulled at the chain that trapped the ring to his neck as he contemplated taking it off and wearing it where it was intended.

What were the reasons for hiding this relationship again? Harry thought. Why did Draco agree to this stupid plan of me dating Alice Hopperfield?

He glanced at the blonde again who was facing the front of the class. Draco had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows revealing the milky white skin of his forearms which Harry knew was flawless as it continued underneath those clothes, he knew that skin tasted as good as it looked and he knew that the fire that skin burned into Harry's when they touched was like nothing this world had even known before.

Oh, Harry remembered. That's why. If they knew, they would take him away from me.

Draco felt Harry's gaze scorching his skin the whole morning as they worked on a new potion for Snape, it was annoyingly distracting but Draco just couldn't seem to wish Harry would stop. He loved that he stared. He loved everything about the his stupid little Gryffindor boyfriend, from the remarkable beauty Draco saw in his features to his sweet nature and deep love for others to the thing he hated most about Harry – the claim the rest of the world seemed to think they had on him. He wished they all knew they were wrong, that they had no claim on him – no one did except him.

The world might think that destiny made Harry theirs that he was fated to save them and therefore he belonged to them but they were wrong. Maybe Harry would save them, maybe he would be the one to kill the Dark Lord, but he would never belong to anyone other than Draco and he knew this deep down to his core.

At least he did until Professor Snape dismissed the class for the day.

Draco packed up his cauldron and ingredients slowly to make sure Harry left before he did; he thought it only fair that since Harry got to watch him all morning he should be able to fully appreciate Harry's delectable bottom as he walked down the corridor. Draco kept close to ensure Harry didn't get too far ahead but not close enough to arouse any suspicion of his intentions.

What he came across upon leaving the Potions room was so far from the pleasant experience of Harry's bum that Draco felt ill.

Waiting outside in the corridor was that stupid, little Gryffindor slut, Alice Hopperfield.

"Hey Harry," Alice greeted Harry.

"Allie!" Harry exclaimed looking surprised at her presence. "What brings you down here?"

"You do," Alice replied reaching her arms up to Harry's shoulders and around his neck pulling him into a hug before planting a kiss on his cheek.

Harry smiled at her and hugged her back. "Really?" he said sarcastically. "Going to lunch?"

"Yeah, I thought I'd pick you up on the way to the Great Hall," she explained. "Can I negotiate some hand holding?" she asked Harry, smirking jokingly.

Harry smiled back awkwardly. "Sure," he agreed holding out his hand to hers.

Draco watched in dismay as Harry threaded his fingers with Alice's and wandered off up the passage. He felt his chest tighten and the blood drain from his face, this was difficult to watch and his dislike for Harry's little girlfriend was increasing enormously.

It was true that Harry didn't care for her like he did him, but it was impossible to contain his jealousy when she got to do the simplest things he could never do with Harry, like wander the halls of Hogwarts hand-in-hand.

Then again, there were things he could do with Harry that she definitely wouldn't get the chance to do. Draco couldn't help the twisted smile that marred his face when he thought of the victory he would achieve over Harry's skanky girlfriend that night, even if she never knew about it, he would and that would be enough. What else could Harry mean organising a whole night together? Harry was going to let Draco make love to him.

As Harry walked hand-in-hand with Alice towards the Great Hall he felt his hands clam up with sweat and he wished he could let go and just walk on his own. Everybody was staring as they walked, he felt very conscious of it and extremely uncomfortable. He knew he needed to relax and look happy or the rest of Hogwarts wouldn't buy the act but as hard as he tried his muscles just wouldn't loosen up. He glanced over to Alice to see her reaction to the stares and she looked as uncomfortable as he did; he smiled at her genuinely to let her know it she was doing okay. She smiled back and he felt her hand squeeze his slightly in response; he squeezed back.

"Ah, Harry," he heard someone call to him. "I wonder if I might have a word."

Harry paused when he saw Professor Dumbledore approaching him and his whole body felt cold. Did he know that Harry broke into his office? No, he couldn't possibly know that, could he?

Harry nodded numbly and wondered if his genuine terror showed through on his face. He let go of Alice's hand and indicated that he would meet her at the Gryffindor table in a few minutes before silently following Dumbledore into an empty nearby classroom.

"I hope this means you've taken my advice," Dumbledore began.

"About ending things with Draco?" Harry asked. Dumbledore had given him a lot of advice over the years, the warning about Draco being the most recent he was sure that was what he referred to but he couldn't be certain.

"Yes," Dumbledore confirmed. "Although I'd like to believe I didn't request exactly that of you, merely that you be on your guard."

Harry didn't respond. All he remembered of his conversation with Dumbledore was that the man was clearly against his relationship with Draco and didn't trust him with Harry. What else could he have wanted other than their break up? Harry wondered if he should confess that they were still together.

"Did the photos shed any light for you?" Dumbledore asked with a slight smirk.

Harry felt his heart skip a beat. He does know! he thought. Harry wondered if he was in trouble for breaking into the Headmaster's office and if so how much trouble? Although the look on Dumbledore's face suggested he probably wouldn't be expelled, it was still possible he would spend every night in detention until he graduated.

"You know…?" Harry asked weakly.

"Of course I know Harry," Dumbledore quipped. "If I really didn't want you to have them you never would have been able to access my office. May I suggest for next time, however, just ask…" Dumbledore's eyes were shining brightly as though he took immense pleasure in Harry's uncomfortable state.

"Of course, Sir," Harry surrendered. "I'm sorry I didn't before."

"No harm done," Dumbledore reassured him. "What did you think?"

"I think someone is stalking me," Harry said bitterly.

"Whoever took those photos has quite some access to you," the Headmaster observed.

"I know what you are thinking so just stop," Harry snapped, suddenly angry. "It wasn't him."

These suggestions were getting old really quickly and Harry was just downright sick of them! He felt an odd sort of pleasure as he imagined the day they would all eat their words about Draco, the day they came out and told the whole world they were in love and anyone who didn't like it could piss off!

"Can you be sure of that?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Yes! I love him!" Harry practically shouted at his mentor.

"So you are still seeing him?"

"Yes! Like I said, I love him."

"That is why I am so worried," Dumbledore replied insistently. "Harry it's important you are able to see beyond that or it will blind you until it is too late. You should protect yourself; he could hurt you in every way if you let him."

"For the last time, he isn't going to hurt me! He loves me!" Harry barked. "But what would you know about love?" he added bitterly.

"Quite a bit more than you would expect," Dumbledore confessed sadly. "I know this hurts, but you need to be careful."

"Just stop, I've already had this conversation with Ron and Hermione," Harry said shortly. "I will say it again and again if I have to – Draco is not a threat, we are in love."

Harry turned on his heel and stalked from the empty classroom before Dumbledore had a chance to reply. He felt the weight of his words to Dumbledore heavily in his heart and he found it hard to believe he had spoken to him that way, but when it came to Draco Harry just lost himself. Professor Dumbledore was his mentor and Harry trusted him completely, he seemed so old and perpetually single, it was hard to imagine him ever being in love. It was also difficult for Harry to fathom just how completely wrong he was about Draco; how could somebody so wise make such a huge error in judgment?

Ripples of pleasure shimmered through his body as he sat naked on the edge of the large king sized bed in Salazar Slytherin's old quarters with Draco's head nestled snugly between his legs and his warm mouth sucking and licking at his aching erection. Draco's hands were firmly gripping his hips pulling him in close as he devoured him.

Harry threw his head back and closed his eyes, his mouth opened slightly to release a deep groan; his climax was building quickly and he was struggling to hold it back.

Draco had torn his clothes from his body the second he walked through the door, hungrily tasting his mouth and roughly pulling him close. This was definitely a new face of Draco's sexual side; he had always been slow and gentle with Harry before, preferring to love him slowly and give every touch a deep meaning. Not that Harry minded this new side, it just felt strange like something wasn't quite right.

Harry knew Draco had seen him with Alice holding hands and he assumed it would bother him somewhat and maybe he would want to complain about it tonight, but he hadn't mentioned it at all. Harry wondered if maybe Draco was trying to forget it ever happened, perhaps he was trying to make Harry forget by drowning Harry in his desire.

Harry's climax, while he had felt it building, surprised him as it released the pressure. He didn't feel the pull he normally did and as a result he was unable to warn Draco to remove his mouth.

"Urgh," Harry grunted as he came. "Uh, Draco. Sorry I didn't-" But that was all Harry managed to say as his body quivered from the after-effects of his orgasm.

Harry felt Draco flop down next to him on the bed and lean in to kiss his cheek. Draco didn't say anything; he just let his fingers glide up and down Harry's stomach leaving light caresses tingling his torso.

"Babe, I'm so sorry," Harry mumbled as soon as he was able. "I didn't know I was going to – and I didn't warn you…" Harry turned his head so that he could see his boyfriend's face which he was surprised to find grinning wickedly.

Draco smacked his lips together and laughed. "Don't worry about it," he said flippantly. "It was kind of hot."

"Really?!" Harry blurted out in shock. "You actually liked that?"

"Mmm, yes," Draco purred. "In fact, I think I'd like some for breakfast tomorrow morning if you don't mind."

Harry laughed. "That's so gross!"

Draco silenced him with a kiss and began to paw at him again, showering his body with kisses and pulling him close. Harry sighed into Draco's touch and surrendered himself happily to the blonde.

That is until Draco's fingers began deftly probing at his arse.

"Draco!" Harry yelped when he felt this. "What are you doing!?"

"Just exploring," Draco blinked innocently.

"Well don't," Harry pouted. "It makes me nervous."

"It shouldn't," Draco whispered, dropping a kiss on his jawline. "Because it will feel wonderful, especially when I hit that magic spot."

"I know it will," Harry whispered back to him as his fingers brushed along his hairline.

At these words Draco pushed two fingers deep inside Harry's arse making the boy yelp again. The movement was quick and rough and Draco had started with two fingers instead of one, stretching Harry painfully.

"Ow! Draco!" Harry shouted, jumping at the intrusion. "Stop it! What are you doing?"

"I'm preparing you," Draco said as though it should have been obvious. "I thought this is why we were spending the night together – so I could make love to you…"

"No!" Harry stated adamantly. He shifted uncomfortably because Draco still hadn't removed his fingers. "Stop it, Draco! Get off," Harry demanded.

"Come on, Harry!" the Slytherin implored him. "I've done it for you! You knew this was going to happen, you knew it wasn't going to be just me doing it."

Draco still hadn't started to remove himself from Harry and the way Harry was positioned under him meant he was at Draco's mercy; he couldn't pull away himself. Harry frowned at Draco's behaviour and started to push at his chest trying to get him off; although he knew it was a futile effort as he only had one hand to work with since the other was caught under Draco's weight.

"Stop it!" Harry ordered. "You're hurting me!"

"I'm not hurting you," Draco snapped. "Why won't you let me?"

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO!" Harry screamed at Draco right in his face.

Harry was starting to get a little anxious given the situation he was in; Draco didn't seem like himself tonight. Harry had picked up on it earlier with Draco's unusual haste to have Harry naked and moaning underneath his touch, an urgency he'd never had before, and now this? What was going on with him?

Draco had removed his fingers and himself from Harry the second he'd gotten over the shock of Harry's yelling so close to his face. He dragged himself to the other end of the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around himself. Harry watched him warily as he saw a tear slide down Draco's pale cheek.

"You're falling for her, aren't you?" Draco whispered desperately. "You don't love me anymore. No, that's not right – you never did love me, did you?"

"That's ridiculous! Listen to yourself!" Harry huffed in frustration, he couldn't believe he was having this conversation with Draco again – that boy needed to rein in his jealousy and have some confidence in the depth of Harry's feelings for him.

I suppose it doesn't help that I haven't told him yet how much I love him, Harry thought. But he also knew that if he offered that information to Draco now the blonde was likely not to believe him.

"What else am I supposed to think?" Draco sulked.

Harry felt his anger mount as he realized what Draco was doing; he was trying to guilt-trip Harry into letting Draco have his way with him.

What a sneaky little brat!

"I don't want to do this with you like this!" Harry shouted at him releasing some of the anger he had burning in his chest at Draco's manipulative personality coming out to play. "Not like this! Yes, I will eventually when I'm ready! It's hardly my fault you were ready before me!"

"That's bullshit!" Draco raged back. "What are you waiting for?"

"I'm not having sex with you to prove I love you!" Harry screamed. "And I'm definitely not doing it when you're only insisting so you feel better about this girlfriend thing! You're like a dog trying to mark its territory!"

Harry was well and truly sick of Draco tonight and he couldn't imagine staying here a moment longer. Harry hopped off the bed and began to gather his discarded clothes from around the room.

"Where are you going?" Draco said slowly as he watched Harry gather his robes. "I thought we were staying here together tonight!"

"I'm not staying if you're going to rape me!" Harry said harshly.

"Rape you!?" Draco exclaimed, genuinely shocked at the accusation. "What!?"

"What do you call what you just did then?!"

Draco's mouth fell open; he was astounded to discover Harry was deadly serious about this. Rape? That's – that's…

"Oh god," Draco sobbed. "Harry! Please stay I didn't mean it like that!" he pleaded.

Harry's expression softened and his anger flowed from his body; despite his harsh words and serious expression he knew Draco never meant to hurt him. This whole situation was a dangerous emotional rollercoaster and both Harry and Draco were having difficulty keeping it together.

"I'm sorry you are so right, I'm an asshole!" Draco continued. "I don't deserve you. Please let me make it up to you."

Feeling bold Draco hopped off the bed as well cautiously moving towards Harry who was still naked despite the large bundle of clothes he held in his arms.

"I'll worship you all night in any way you want," Draco promised. "Please. You'll never have to do that ever. I promise I'll always do it for you, you'll never have to!"

Harry gazed into Draco's eyes and was surprised to find the boy meant every word; he would never ever expect Harry to bottom for him – not even if they were together until they were old and grey.

"Do you really want to know what I want to do tonight?" Harry asked.

"Yes."

"I want to cuddle with you and just talk."

"Talk?" Draco asked immediately on his guard. "What about?"

"All the things we've been avoiding talking about," Harry said slowly knowing this was going to spook his lover.

"You're right maybe we should just go back to our own beds," Draco suggested dropping his gaze to the floor.

"Draco," Harry sighed. "How long are we going to avoid this conversation?"

"If I have my way," Draco said softly, "forever."

Harry winced at how these words hurt him. Did Draco really intend on keeping parts of himself from Harry? Didn't he want to share everything with him?

"Is that true?" Harry croaked. "You never intend to tell me the truth about your life – about your past?"

Draco curled around himself when he saw how this hurt his boyfriend. "Harry, you would hate me if I told you," he confessed.

"I can't lie to you Harry, so I just can't say anything," he said sadly. "My family – my father – is so deeply involved in the very things you hate most, the things that make this world ugly, the things that killed your family and gave you the shitty life you had!" Draco was almost yelling at the green-eyed boy.

Draco paused choosing his next words carefully. "And I – I wasn't always sheltered from it," he explained slowly. "Some things I did for my father… you would hate me if you knew, I know you would!" Draco's voice cracked at this last confession.

"I wouldn't ever!" Harry stated firmly as he reached out for his trembling love. "I couldn't! You're not like that, not like him!"

"Harry you are everything to me now," Draco whispered as he pulled Harry into his arms. "I can't ever lose you – and if I tell you I will; you won't look at me the same."

"I know who you are now, it doesn't matter who you were."

"I never thought I could have the kind of future I wanted," Draco continued, ignoring Harry's comment. "I never even wanted the kind of future I do now because I never thought it was possible. Now I want it all."

Draco smiled to himself as he imagined the kind of future he desired with Harry. "I want you and a house just for us with a garden," he said hoping Harry saw it too. "And kids! God Harry I've never wanted kids before, not like I want them now. I thought kids would be fucking whichever pureblood witch my parents trotted out for me and hey presto Malfoy heir! Job done. But now! Oh Harry, now I want your kids – they'll have your eyes and we'll teach them Quidditch and read them books!"

Harry saw Draco's eyes light up in excitement and he couldn't help but smile with him as he imagined a beautiful brick house in the countryside with a big backyard and Draco and two or three children with his eyes and Draco's hair flying around on their broomsticks throwing a Quaffle to each other.

"My kids!?" Harry breathed. "Whoa."

"I know, sorry," Draco blushed. "Too much, right?"

"Can we even have kids with my eyes?" Harry asked curiously. "I mean I always thought we'd have to adopt…"

"Adopt? What?" Draco said his grin quickly returning to his face. "You mean you've thought about this too? Kids? House? Garden?"

Harry's cheeks flushed a rosy pink as he smiled sheepishly. "And a dog," he confessed.

"A dog!" Draco cried out. "Oh Harry you can have ten dogs!"

Draco pulled Harry into a tight hug and they wrapped around each other in a warm cocoon of blankets and naked limbs.

Harry drifted off into a troubled sleep haunted by images of Draco running from him in a heavy darkness; Harry knew he was there, he could feel him and occasionally caught glimpses of his hair but whenever he reach out to him he found himself grasping at thin air. More than once Harry woke gasping searching for his lover who he was relieved to find sleeping soundly next to him.

You gotta love it don't you? Even I'm freaking frustrated with them. Mr. Insecure and his boyfriend who lets him get away with pretty much anything! Harry is so scared of losing Draco by forcefully demanding to know everything that he just lets it go...

It's so volatile you can just see it bubbling like a volcano knowing somethings going to happen and its gonna blow!

So stay tuned kids!

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