He was completely stuck in the darkness, unable to see, unable to speak, unable to move. There was blood on his hands and he was trapped by something. He was injured, pain piercing through his body, and trembling. Then all at once came the scream, the light from the shot of power from the end of the wand. The killing curse by the man who killed his parents, only seconds away from finally killing him when-

"Harry!"

Harry woke up to hands on his chest and a candle in his face. There was a harsh sound ringing in his ears and it took him a minute to realize that it was him screaming. It was Ron who was keeping him on the bed, talking over his shouts to wake him up. Harry stopped once he realized he was awake and frantically searched for his glasses.

"Bloody hell, mate," Ron sighed as he sat down in his own bed again. "That's the third time."

Once Harry sat up and could see, he noticed he had all four boys in the room awake and staring. "W-What?"

"You've been screaming all night again."

Harry had to force his eyes away from the half-asleep glares and sympathetic looks. "Sorry…. Sorry, guys-" He was interrupted by a cough and snagged some of the water he had by his bed. Draco was right; the screaming had worn out his throat. He was also right about the nightmares and the cold. He was right about everything.

Draco. The thought made Harry's head spin. The tournament, the Bell Tower, the resolve-he had debated with himself numerous times over the past few days whether that night actually happened. Judging by Cedric's ceremony and the scar on his arm, it was anything but. Yet, the last time he saw Draco, he had received a paper ball to the head by the blonde. Normal, irritating Slytherin. Professor Moody had been replaced by a Death Eater with the Polyjuice potion. Maybe Draco had been switched with someone else that night.

As Harry put the water back on his side table, he saw it. The ripples in the liquid as his hand trembled like crazy. He tried to shake it off, but it was no use. The shaking was back again. It had returned the night after the Bell Tower and he still wasn't used to it. He was cold, trembling, and losing control all over again. Before he knew it he was rushing for the door.

"Harry, where are you going?"

"I don't know. Out," he answered in a rush and was out the door. He slipped on the shoes without bothering to tie them and snagged his invisibility cloak before disappearing. Even as he ran under the thick cotton sheet, the cold still nipped at him like a thousand frozen needles. He could hardly see in the dark unlit halls which only reminded him of the cemetery and the power coming straight for him-

He jumped through the nearest door and the cold snapped him back. He let the door slam and just merely stood there for a moment, invisible and slowly breaking down. There was the dining hall to his left, the Hufflepuff quarters right over there, and the Bell Tower in between. Even as he noticed it, the clock struck and began to ring. The echoing of the loud bell seemed almost like a fantasy. He had never heard it before that night and even now as it rang no one seemed to hear it.

Without thinking, he was running to it. He almost tripped twice in the process, but he was around it in a flash. It took him till he approached it to realize he had no idea how to get inside. He did a complete circle around before he found the loose pile of stones. It looked ordinary resting next to the wall like some kind of step, but to the wizard's eye it was a mark. He quickly whipped out his wand and tapped it with the tip to reveal the spell. Soon the stones seemed to mold into the wall and create an opening. The moment he stepped inside, they closed in behind him as silently as they had opened.

Harry recognized it then. He took a small turn to the right, then there were the stairs. He tripped for a third time on the very first time and he ripped the cloak off of him in frustration. He rolled it up, then practically ran up the steps. His trembling was so bad that when he finally reached the opening for the top, he couldn't stand still. He stumbled into the moonlight, coming around the bell so fast to the corner where he last saw-last felt it.

To his surprise, he saw Draco. The Slytherin boy was leaning against the opened ledge and he turned at Harry's sudden entrance. For a moment both boys just stood there, unsure of what to do or say, especially Harry. Now that he was there, he seemed to finally wake up from his nightmare. He realized he was a mess from just waking up. He had only a pair of pajama bottoms and not even a jacket. He was shirtless and covered in goose bumps as he stood there and shivered. At last standing still, the night seemed a lot colder than before, creeping up his spine enough to make his teeth chatter. Draco, however, seemed fine. He had a jacket on with his pajama pants and even a scarf wrapped around his neck. He looked a little bitter in the shadows tonight and not as rough-edged as he was in school.

Harry forced the lump down in his throat and said, "S-So… I'm guessing you…haven't discussed what…we talked about with…anyone else… considering you're still a prick in class."

Draco both laughed and scoffed. "Who else would listen? Goyle? Blaise? Please. You're pathetic enough to understand."

Harry was ready to fire back, seeing that he was just as feisty as earlier that day, but he slowly realized his words weren't an insult when he saw his hand. The long fingers tightly curled up in a fist and increasing was a clear sign of some sort of pain. At that, he started to give in a little.

"Why are you here, Draco?"

As if the sound of his name set off some kind of alarm, Draco jumped away from the ledge and stopped at the bell. He never gave him an answer. Instead he merely ran his hand against the old, cool metal, mind wondering silently into the darkness. When Harry moved closer, he noticed Draco was trembling, too.

A slow smile crawled onto Draco's lips as he asked without looking at him. "Now… What's a Gryffindor sneaking out after hours like this? Very unlikely for the famous Harry Potter, don't you think?"

Harry shrugged it off and tried to rub some of the chills away. "Not the first time…. You were right, by the way. Water… close by…. It helps." Draco didn't respond to that either. Harry got the hint that maybe Draco didn't want to hit that topic again. Maybe he was ashamed of what happened last time. Maybe they were just both upset and had given some friendly advice, or as friendly as Draco was ever going to get.

On that thought, Harry finally wondered why he had come there. What did he expect by coming here except to freeze and recall his nightmares one by one? The last thing he thought he was going to do was run into Draco Malfoy again. But it didn't matter. A distraction was a distraction and, like last time, he was going to take what he could from it.

So he tried to say calmly, "Well, it's not a surprising thing…coming from you."

Draco glanced at him, then back to the night sky off in the distance. "It would've happened soon anyway."

Harry held a puzzled face. "What would? Sneaking out?"

"No, you fool," Draco said and put his back to him with arms out slightly at his sides. "Being here… You, me… again."

"Why?" Harry asked, still not understanding.

"Because-" he answered fast, but surprisingly came up short. He went quiet for a minute before he met Harry's eyes again and Harry almost flinched. Those dark gray eyes were suddenly very ravenous. They were clearly in need of something Harry understood but had never encountered. Seeing them directed at him was…shocking.

Draco suddenly moved toward him with such a determined stride-one that was dominating at the first glance and full of such pride that it was almost heroic. Hands at his sides, chin held high all while cloaked in shadows; he clearly resembled a snake about to strike. "Because I don't know longer I could've gone without my resolve."

The direct words left Harry speechless. The blonde was inches away in an instant, towering over him from such a close distant that Harry felt the other boy's breath on his face. Their gazes were stuck in time for a moment, staring and searching all at once for that feeling they couldn't reach last time. Harry felt the trembling in his hands and he wasn't sure if it was from the cold, from it, or from the fact that he was itching to touch the boy before him.

Even so, he was surprised by the cold fingers suddenly grazing his face. They ever so gently grabbed his glasses, then fiercely threw them away. He heard them crack in the distance and he knew they were broken, but for some reason all he could do was stare at the goose bumps crawling up Draco's neck.

Then they were on each other, gasping and clinging to whatever they could. Their lips reunited together hard and fast like two long lost lovers finally reconciling. It was quick and messy, but oh, how sweet it tasted. They began pulling at each other, hands, bare shoulders, jackets, hair, cheeks-anything to be closer, tighter together. Harry even felt something kink in his neck from being tilted back for a moment, but he didn't care; he was practically jumping on top of the blonde to kiss him harder.

They started stumbling blindly as they kissed, not being able to catch their balance and not looking to where they were going. Harry was so lost in the taste of something tart and cold that he gasped aloud when he suddenly hit the wall. Draco seemed impatient when the kiss broke and his lips went to the brunette's neck. The gentle kissing grew into tighter sucking that left marks all over his collar bone; all until the blonde was basically biting him. Harry both groaned and shivered. The marks were making his skin feel ablaze while the trembling still made his skin crawl. It was unnerving to be so hot and cold again and again; it felt like being hit with a rush of adrenaline only to crash seconds later, but your body then jumped back up, rebooting the rush to start all over.

Eventually Harry had to yank Draco's face back up to his own. He kept the taller boy's head tilted to the side so he could easily invade his mouth and steal his breath. Not long after, he ripped the green and white scarf off of Draco's neck just to feel some skin. It was the best he could do since Draco had an advantage on him. The long, slender fingers were racing up and down his bare chest, getting such pleasant, steamy noises out of Harry as he moved them between fast and slow. He ran his fingers along every curve, groped ever inch of skin he could, and soon stopped at his nipples. Harry flinched at the sudden pinching fingers and grew salacious at the strange feeling that occurred from it.

The second he was distracted, Draco took control again. He yanked the brunette away from the wall and forced his weak knees to keep him standing as Draco pulled and played with his nipples. He even began to nibble on his lips in the wild kisses, making them tingle and sore but all the more excited. Harry was so lost in the feeling, loving every touch and every kiss, that when Draco's hand suddenly appeared on his crotch, he was in no way prepared.

His hips bucked back and he gasped so badly that the kisses broke. Even as he squirmed and his knees threatened to give in, Draco didn't let go. He groped and grabbed and pulled at however much of the brunette's length he could. The new shocks from Draco's touch, such white hot sparks, were making any strength he had left quickly leave him. Harry found himself clinging to Draco's shoulders and didn't realize he was falling until it was too late. Draco grabbed him by the waist, dropping with him until they were on their knees.

"Can't stand?" Draco's voice was hushed and so soft. He sounded cautious like trying to keep Harry from breaking while his hands were lighting fires everywhere they touched.

Harry was so out of it that he fully collapsed to his rear, especially when Draco's fingers found more skin. The cold touch of his fingers on a hot throbbing area made a lewd noise escape his lips. His mind went reeling out of control blocking any thoughts or reasoning about what was happening. As Draco jerked and played with his member Harry found his hips squirming and legs twitching. The shaking, no matter how mortifying it was, only got stronger, and Harry couldn't help but moan. The darkness of the night around them plus the dangerous warmth spreading from Draco's hand made Harry forget who or where he was for a minute; until Draco found his lips again.

The cold reunion sent a rush of strength into Harry and he quickly grabbed Draco's face, pulling his white hair as the Slytherin did the same to him. They were kissing, groping, pulling until Draco's suddenly grabbed Harry's hand. Harry was too dazed to care-too lost in the feeling of Draco's magic fingers making everything feel so wrong but so good-so amazing- yet that was before Draco pulled Harry's hand and shoved it down the front of his pants.

The kiss broke for just a second, their lips still touching as if they were too far gone to stop, and Draco panted at him. "Please, Harry. Touch me too."

Harry didn't even give it a moments hesitation. He dug past the elastic band of underwear until he found bare skin. They kissed again hard and fast and Harry felt Draco shudder when he pulled on his member. They were touching each other fiercely, groping as much of each other as they could. They tested and played with each other without even realizing it, seeing how hard the other could stand being squeezed to the point where it hurt or going slow enough to cause tremors that echoed in both boys.

Such tremors caused chills to race up Harry's spine, sending an adrenaline rush through him hard enough to make him delirious-and a bit daring. He had to let go of Draco for a moment and shoved the blonde up on his knees. Kneeling in front of him, he pulled Draco to him as tight as he could and dove his teeth for Draco's neck. Caught off guard, for the first time Harry heard him gasp. As revenge, he pinched Harry hard at the hilt, making him want to come to release the pressure, but couldn't. In turn, Harry bit Draco everywhere, behind his ear and under his jaw until he had the blonde groaning in delight. Yet, it only made Draco's hands more curious because they traveled around his waist to his rear. He quickly cupped Harry's cheeks, pulling them up in a harsh squeeze and made Harry jerk upward, straightening his back from the lustful surprise.

Then they were lost again, touching each other everywhere and kissing until they were so dizzy that they thought they heard the bell ringing around them. Harry was nibbling at Draco's ear until it was a fresh red while Draco was leaving marks from his fingers traveling around his waist. Soon he pulled at Harry's cheeks again so hard right below his sac that he fell completely against the blonde.

Draco willingly laid down with the brunette lying on top of him. It worked to his advantage since Harry couldn't bite him without having trouble. There was a bank of fog before their eyes now and Draco was grabbing at Harry's hips until they were pinned against his own. He was going to drive them both crazy, he realized, when he started grinding their waists together.

Harry moaned instantly, making Draco lick his lips in satisfaction. With their pants lowered enough to expose their members, they rubbed their packages together until they were having trouble breathing. Going to the point where they were both sweating and moaning and clinging to each other tighter to feel the friction harder-feel it coming closer.

To make him even crazier, Draco moved a hand to Harry's nipple, pinching it as hard as he had done to his member. The shock made Harry's back arch away from him, grunting and gasping in pleasure. Then he let his other hand slide as light as gauze up his crack, sending such a surprised, crude shiver through Harry that was so bad his body arched the other way, throwing his head back as he cried out. Draco did it again, moving down under his member with his hot feather-like touches, and Harry collapsed in the crook of Draco's neck where Draco only bucked his hips into Harry's again.

"D-Don't, please," Harry panted hard. "I'll come."

Draco only pulled Harry's shoulder-the one holding him up-making Harry give in to him, and rolled until the brunette was under him. Now in control, he scooped his waist into Harry's fiercely, going at the perfect angle where his member scooped under Harry's. It pushed at Harry's senses and made him moan. He pushed his hips up in response, trying to feel Draco harder-deeper.

They were both losing it, forgetting the pain and the nightmares, replacing the trembling with something more lustful-more beautiful. Harry was digging his finger's in the cement, loving the pressure tightening down below and dying to feel more of Draco's heat. When those said hands ran down Harry's bare chest, he looked up through dazed eyes at the blonde on top of him. No magic in the world could describe the look on Draco Malfoy's face.

He looked entirely dazed as Harry was, sinking deeper into that pool of pleasure, but his glazed over eyes were so...lonely, Harry guessed he could say. They looked like dark caves that had always received contact of other people-

-but not like this. Not like he needed. The touch, the heat, the resolve. Harry understood it completely. He could feel Draco's emptiness echoing with every collision of their hips, every kiss, every spark of pleasure, so much so that Harry was just as desperate to get it.

With the pleasure boiling up to the point that Harry was almost whimpering, he yanked Draco's head down to him and smashed their lips together. Draco laid flat on him, kissing him as deep as he could go, turning heads and taking small gasps in-between. One of each of the boys' hands returned to their twitching crotches, and they pushed and stroked and squeezed until they were shaking so hard they couldn't kiss anymore. Their other hands were everywhere, touching literally every inch of skin as if they were afraid the other person might disappear before they could grab it-that feeling they had experienced before, but could never reach; Touching it, feeling it, riding it, but never ever close enough to contain it and make it theirs forever. Even as they climaxed, riding each other by rubbing their entire bodies together-licking their necks and tugging their hair and practically shouting- the silence that followed took it away once more.

The warmth faded and the cold returned again. Draco eventually rolled off of Harry and they both panted toward the night sky. They laid there for God-knows how long till they eventually sat up. When they moved, their limbs shook slightly-from the cold or the draining after-effects of their actions they'll probably never know. Draco finally came to enough to clean them up with a spell and it still took Harry a minute to notice the blanket that had appeared around his shoulders. When he looked to the blonde, he was handing Harry his glasses-already fixed.

As if putting on his glasses made him snap back to reality, too many questions raced through his mind. Was it wrong? What did Draco even think of this? Should they stop? Should he tell someone? Should he leave?

Harry started to stand up till the hand snatched him by the wrist. The look on his face said nothing, completely blank like still water, but his eyes told another story. They held that gaze, one that always wanted to look away, ashamed that they were asking for something they knew they couldn't have-while being afraid to actually grab it. Harry could tell by the slight trembling in Draco's fingers, how his grip would tighten for a second, then fall limp in the next. Harry knew Draco was hurting his own pride when he tugged on the brunette's wrist a little, but he figured it was better if the blonde loosened up a little-

-And he didn't want to be alone either.

Harry returned to his side, sitting beside him under the tower's opening like they had after their first encounter. As he sat down, he threw the blanket entirely over Draco, knowing perfectly well that it was only fit for one person. Maybe, he told himself, it was just an excuse because he snuggled right next to the blonde, sharing the blanket as well Draco's body heat. He could feel Draco's arm wrapped around his back and still holding onto his wrist. If anyone saw them, if anyone knew-

They wouldn't understand. Harry realized that when Draco, the snotty Slytherin-the one that used to shove him around in the halls- only squeezed his hand harder, afraid of letting go. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe they should stop, but the pain would return and they still hadn't grabbed it-That feeling that they needed to desperately. So Harry only rested his head on Draco's shoulder. Even if was just as night or only in the bell tower. If tomorrow in class Draco completely ignored him, it wouldn't matter. Draco was right; they would be here again. And only the rising of the sun would tell what the future would hold for them.

Good? I hope so. Please excuse any mistakes. I typed half of this on my phone since I was out of the house. Sorry my updating is taking so long. I've had writers block and working really hard on my actual books. Like and review please and thank you! J till my next update