A/N: I don't particularly like this chapter much :( I like the middle, but not really the end, but it had to be written. I hope you all enjoy anyway!

Chapter 17: Lies and Hidden Feelings

Harry whispered the password at the prefect bathroom door and glanced around. The door clicked open and he pulled Draco in with him. He shut the door behind them and cast a strong locking spell on it. He walked over to the tap and turned on the water. Finally he looked over at Draco who was looking around the room.

"How did you know where the prefect bathroom was?" Draco asked.

"Oh, um, in fourth year I had to come in here to listen to the egg from the first task at the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Actually, Cedric was the one who gave me the tip," he said absently as he began to take off his coat and boots. He was staring off into space.

"Harry, I don't think I ever realized just what you've been through," he replied as he started to take his coat off. He sat down next to him on the bench.

Harry shrugged. "It doesn't matter. It's in the past," he replied.

"Yes, but, I can't imagine going through all of that," Draco said carefully.

Harry looked up at him. "Look, I have seen a lot and I have been through a lot in my life. I have no family aside from the Weasley's. It seems that everything I've ever loved has been snatched away from me just when I relax. Sirius, Remus, and Dumbledore. It is just part of what is my life," he explained.

Draco frowned. "I'm sorry, Harry. I can't even begin to understand what you've been through," he said quietly.

Harry shrugged. "Like I said, it doesn't matter. I don't want to talk about it though. I just want to enjoy being with you," he replied. He stood and turned away from Draco again as he removed all of his clothes. Without any modesty he walked over to the tub and turned on the taps. He stepped in and sat along the edge as it filled up. He was staring blankly across the room as Draco watched him. He knew that all that he's been through did matter to him. He sighed as he undressed and joined him in the tub.

He stood in the middle of the tub, in front of Harry's line of vision. Harry's eyes focused on him and he smiled at him, but it didn't reach his eyes. Draco frowned and stepped closer to him pulling him into his arms. "Harry, I don't believe you," he whispered as he kissed him on the cheek.

"What, that I don't want to enjoy spending time with you?" he questioned as he closed his eyes sadly.

Draco shook his head. "No, that you don't want to talk about all that you've been through," Draco responded as he kissed him again.

Harry leaned back against the wall of the tub and opened his eyes. He had tears brimming in his eyes. "It's just, ugh, I hate talking about it. I mean, if I talk about it I just get angry. Everything that I love is taken away from me. Any family that I've learned that I have is gone in the blink of an eye. The only people that I love that I haven't lost are Ron and Hermione and even that isn't a guarantee. They could be taken from me just like that. I hate it, Draco, I absolutely hate it," he said, his voice breaking at the end. He brought his hands up and buried his face in them as his shoulders shook with his sobs. Draco pulled him close and muttered soothing words as he ran his hands up and down his back.

After several moments Harry stepped back, out of his hold, and wiped his face roughly. He shook his head and took a deep breath. He avoided looking at Draco directly. Draco reached up and placed a finger under Harry's chin, turning his face to look at him. He smiled kindly at him and leaned forward to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. Until this moment he had not even paid attention to the fact that they were naked. His only thought was that Harry was hurting inside still and that he needed to start talking about it. Those were his thoughts until Harry shifted unconsciously and their groins brushed against each other sending a chill up both their backs. Draco shuddered at the touch and felt Harry shake beneath him as well.

He moved his head back, breaking their kiss and looked into his eyes. The emerald was especially bright and Draco found himself getting lost in them, not for the first time. He sighed with pleasure as he thought once again that being with Harry in this way was something he had been wishing for far too long and he was still finding it hard to believe that he had him.

With that thought in mind he moved forward again and planted a very heated and passionate kiss to Harry's lips. Harry let out a squeak of surprise, but immediately recovered as he wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer and pushing their quickly hardening cocks together as well. Draco groaned and ground against Harry who then tipped his head back, breaking their passionate kiss, and moaning with pleasure. Draco planted his lips against his neck and began peppering him with kisses as he ground against him. He moved down to the spot between his neck and shoulder and gave a particularly hard suckle there. Harry responded accordingly and bucked into him more. He moved his hands down Draco's back and settled on his bum, gripping it roughly as he dug his fingers in while pushing him against him. Draco gasped and lost his rhythm of kissing on Harry's neck. He jerked his head back and looked at Harry. The look in his eye was maddening and Harry immediately lunged forward and pressed his lips against his once again.

Draco felt Harry's tongue brush against his lips and he opened his mouth and welcomed Harry into his mouth. Their tongues lashed together with lust and passion. Every emotion that Harry was feeling was fueling his need for Draco. Draco had made him open up some and the only logical thing to show his thanks was to ravish him silly. It was a win, win, for both of them no matter what.

Harry and Draco continued to buck against each other, but that wasn't enough. Harry needed to feel Draco against him and in him more fully. He lifted his legs up and around Draco's waist and braced his back against the edge of the tub. Draco leaned back, panting as he looked at Harry unsurely. They stared at each other breathing heavily, searching each other's eyes for any indication that continuing was okay.

"I want you Draco," Harry murmured as he pushed his aching erection against him.

Draco shook his head to clear the fog in his brain. Harry wanted him in all ways imaginable. He continued to stare at him, unable to decide what he wanted to do. He wanted to have sex with Harry more than anything. No, he wanted to make love to him, but it wasn't going to be here. He couldn't do it here, in the prefect bathroom.

He shook his head again and watched as Harry tipped his head to the side in realization that Draco was not going to go any further. He stared at him, hurt settling in his eyes. He removed his legs from around Draco's waist and settled back to standing. Draco kept his arms around him, feeling the loss of Harry against him so deeply.

"You don't want me?" Harry asked in a small, devastated voice.

Draco's eyes widened in shock. "Of course, I want you! Merlin, Harry, how can I not?" he questioned sincerely.

Harry let his arms drop from around him and wrapped them around himself, completely blocking Draco. He looked away angrily, biting his lip. "You want me, but you don't want me right now," he stated.

Draco sighed and rested his hands on Harry's tightly folded arms. "I don't want you like this, in here. I want it to be romantic and sensual. I don't want it to be a quickie in the prefect bathroom," he explained calmly.

"I never pictured you as the romantic, sensual type," Harry responded still not looking at him.

"For you, Harry, I am all that and much more. Please, just, let us wait," Draco implored.

Harry looked back at him, his expression guarded. He unwound his arms from around himself and placed them behind him. He pushed off the edge of the tub and climbed out, still facing Draco. He grabbed a towel off the shelf and quickly toweled off before putting his clothes back on. He started for the door feeling Draco's confused gaze on him. He turned around and looked at him for a moment.

"I opened up to you tonight and I thought that you wanted me. I guess that as always, the things I care most about are not what they seem," he said. He shook his head sadly and reached for the door.

Draco rushed to the steps of the tub and rushed up them quickly. He grabbed Harry's arm that was on the door to stop him from leaving. "Harry, what are you talking about? I just told you I want you. I just don't want you here, like this. I want it to be special," he explained.

Harry looked up at him sadly. "Draco, I like you and I enjoy spending time with you, but I think you and I are on entirely different levels of involvement. I don't want a lot of emotion; I just want a need fulfilled. I'm sorry," he replied.

Draco stared at him feeling his heart break. He searched Harry's eyes and could see that he was hiding something. He narrowed his gaze at him. "You're lying," he responded quietly.

Harry continued to look at him and shrugged. "I'll see you later." He opened the door and left. Draco stood there staring at the closed door, feeling tears at the corners of his eyes. He rubbed his eyes roughly before he turned around and quickly toweled off, dressed, and left the prefect bathroom without a look back.