The darkness was all consuming. It seemed to wrap around Draco's limbs, holding him tighter every time he tried to struggle free. The one thing he had left to cling onto was the memory of his master's face.

Harry Potter.

Since he'd found himself floating in this darkness, his first reaction had been disbelief. Harry freaking Potter!? How could that be? His master couldn't be Potter, surely?

Of course, a large part of his brain was panicking, trying desperately to fight the suffocating blackness. But the other part, the part that sends a chill down his spine, or feels the current in the air, was the one pondering all this out.

This was Harry Potter. The boy who had tormented, and been tormented by, him throughout their whole adolescence.

Before the war, before his fall, Draco would have jumped to 'how can I turn this to my advantage'. Rita Skeeter would certainly have a field day with Harry's preferences. But now all he could think was 'how will Potter turn this to his advantage?'

But then, Harry would have known who he was from the very beginning. He could have humiliated him with just a screen grab from the website. Why would he have made contact? What if it was some elaborate plan to gather evidence of Draco's perversion and utterly humiliate him?

And yet…

Draco had worked hard to let go of the characteristics that had weighed him down as a child. Pettiness, cruelty, jealousy, arrogance… And he had come to realise that his fights with Harry had been fuelled by all these things.

Mainly because Harry didn't seem to possess a single one of Draco's faults.

Once Draco had started to question his past actions, he found himself almost incapable of decisive action, paralysed by the fear that he was making the wrong choice. It was then that he'd begun his research on the muggle internet, and found the dark corners for people like him to release their deepest needs.

So maybe the reverse was true for Harry. As far as Draco knew, Harry really was a saint, so maybe he was reacting to that, and rejecting it, by seeking out anonymous online BDSM.

And Draco refused to entertain the possibility that all the hours and hours he'd spent talking to, not to mention playing with, his master, were a lie. He had heard the shake in Harry's voice the first time they confessed their love. No one could be that good an actor.

Draco had never felt so safe and loved as he had these last few weeks with his master. Hell, he had never felt remotely safe or loved in his whole life before Harry. And he was not prepared to lose that connection over a stupid childhood rivalry.

Suddenly, a bright light pierced his surroundings and he was finally able to blink his eyes open.

Gingerly, he lifted his head off the pillow it was resting on. Scanning the room, he seemed to be in a bedroom of middling size, with a large window to his left. The bed he lay in was a double, with navy sheets and a soft, but not too soft, mattress. And there was a pressure on his right hand.

Glancing down, wincing from the slight jolt, he saw a mess of black hair resting on the side of the bed, and a hand gripping his own.

"Hhuuh?" He murmured hoarsely.

Harry's head shot up, and promptly fell back down as head rush caught up with him. "Draco?" He whispered, looking up more slowly, and meeting his lover's terrified grey eyes.

Draco could only nod his head shakily, tears spilling from his eyes as all the emotions he had been so rationally puzzling out overwhelmed him.

"Shh baby, it's okay… I've got you, don't cry…" Harry tightened his grip on Draco and moved up the bed, hesitantly stroking the back of his hand down his now damp cheek. "I know it's a shock Draco but please, please hear me out. I … I should have told you who I was and I am so, so sorry if you feel like I lied to you, but I swear to you, I would never, ever betray you, I …"

"Breathe Harry," Draco said, reaching up with his own hand to cup Harry's face. "It is okay."

"Are you…are you sure?"

"Yes. I know we didn't have the best relationship at school but…lots of things are different now. Everything's changed and all I know is that … Well, did you save my life tonight?" Draco had just remembered what had happened last night, or rather, some of what had happened last night.

"I did, yeah."

"Were we attacked?"

"Yes."

"Who did it? Why? Did you get them?"

"Bad men baby." Harry gaze shifted away and to the left. "Bad men who do bad things because they want to. Nothing more. They will never hurt anyone again, I promise."

Draco couldn't help but wonder if Harry was hiding something, but he was so tired, and found such happiness welling up inside him at finally being in his master's arms, that he really couldn't care less.

"So, umm, we should start over, Draco Malfoy." Harry said, straightening up and removing his hands from the blonde's.'

"What do you mean?"

"Hello, my name's Harry Potter. I'm a healer at St. Mungo's hospital. I know your deepest fantasies, and will fulfil every one of them. What's your name?" Harry intoned in that cliché tone people use when they try to charm someone. Then he winked, an intoxicating sparkle in his eye, and Draco could feel desire uncoil in his belly.

"Hello Harry, my name's Draco Malfoy. I am a part time potions brewer, and I would stake my life on you exceeding all expectations, as regards our mutual fantasies."

"Oh really," Harry intoned, raising an eyebrow and shifting up the bed from by Draco's legs to next to his waist. He lightly ran his fingers from Draco's temple, over his lips to his collarbone, gradually dancing them down his stomach, brushing aside the duvet as he did.

"Mhmm…" Draco whimpered softly. The vague feeling that something wasn't right, and perhaps he shouldn't be giving in so easily was rapidly vanishing. He could feel no deception in Harry's body, and having his master's hands on him felt so incredibly right.

Harry leaned down. "Are you happy to be here with me baby?" he whispered against Draco's lips. He could feel the desperation in Draco's body, but he had to be sure. He thought he'd have the self-control to give Draco time to heal and come to terms with Harry's identity. But he'd been an idiot to think that once he had his hands on Draco, he'd be able to let him go.

"Yes master," Draco breathed back.

It seemed like the whole world was holding its breath in that moment, the stillness crackled with anticipation and raw heat seemed to be pulsing from each man.

When their lips met, all the clichés in the world couldn't do justice to the sensations that were evoked.

Sometime later, although possibly not as long as it felt to the two young men, they separated, both breathless, with awe in their eyes.

"Our first kiss," Draco breathed.

"Not our last," Harry whispered back, grinning as he bumped noses gently with Draco.

"Promise?" And there were those innocent, yet entirely wanton, eyes that Harry had only seen before through a webcam.

"You are all mine Draco darling."

"Mmmmm" moaned Draco, basking in the sheer eroticism of Harry's gaze.

Suddenly, to his utter mortification, a yawn burst forth from Draco. "I'm sorry…I don't know…yawn…what's come over me…"

"It's okay, you hit your head, you need time to rest and heal. Go to sleep love."

"Love…love you," Draco sighed sleepily, clutching Harry's arm loosely and tugging him. "Cuddle?"

How could Harry refuse?

So I'm back! I'm so so sorry about the wait, hope this kinda makes up for it …? I've already started on the next chapter, and don't worry, it will be smut galore. You know you love it, you naughty things ;)

After such a long break, and I know it's my fault (sorry again!), I found it pretty hard to get back into the heads of my characters, so can you guys know if you notice too much difference?

Thanks guys! xx