Appreciation

He was alone. Once again. Harry's thoughts were wandering as he couldn't help staring at the door where he expected Draco to come back in any second. Seconds passed, then minutes. Although he knew that Draco had obligations, he was disappointed. In fact he imagined a full day time just for them both. How stupid he felt. Why would he go there right on a Monday morning? He suddenly wished the potion would have been ready two days earlier or even a few days later – on the weekend. Nothing would have interrupted them, so he thought.

But since it was Monday he should be in class, like everybody else – at Hogwarts. He was wondering how things went at his school. Did anyone notice he wasn't actually there?

As well as in Durmstrang classes started on that foggy morning in Hogwarts. Harry Potter was supposed to be in his potions class – and well, he kind of was. Harry's identical twin made his way to the dungeons and sat down in the first row. In fact he was the first one to arrive – even before Snape. As the teacher entered the class in his moody temper, he first didn't feel the difference. Never ever has a student been in the classroom before him as he was always early in order to prepare for the upcoming lesson. He placed his bag on the huge desk in the front and started to unpack his books. His look slightly wandered through the empty class. Empty? Not this time.

"Harry!" Snape said with an expression of surprise. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Excuse me? Listening to your teaching of course." The boy answered.

"Don't you make fun of me! 20 points off for Gryffindor." Snape said with and angry voice. This wasn't the student he knew for so long.

"But Sir! Do you really want to punish a student for being too early?" Harry's face was bursting with misunderstanding and certain confusion. This obviously irritated Severus Snape. A cold tension lay about the room as they stared at each other, Harry in disbelief, Snape rather in anger slightly mixed with bewilderment. 'Who are you and what have you done with Harry Potter?' Snape thought as if in a cheap soap opera. Fortunately other students were finally arriving and broke the tension, but couldn't wipe away Snape's suspicions.

With a grim look on his face – as always – Snape started today's lesson. There were no further unusual disturbances that the ordinary explosions and Snape's angry hissing, but still Mr. Harry Potter, sitting in the first row, was kept under surveillance. Snape could not name what it was, but something was different.

Other teachers were less surprised to see their favorite student being early for class and more attentive then ever. The young man had finally realized how important their subject was – much more important than all the other ones, of course!

A hundred kilometers away in a rather frosty weather, Harry – the real one – was staring outside the window. He was watching the small white snow flakes falling to the ground. While spring attempted to fight its way through already at Hogwarts, winter still had its frosty fingers over Durmstrang. Harry was getting annoyed with it. He didn't come here in order to have a winter revival. He made this risky journey just for staring at snow? No, certainly not. But what should he do else? Walk in Draco's class and ask him to fucking come with him right now? Even if he would be desperate enough to do that, he didn't even know what class in or where he was. He felt helpless and left alone by his friend.

Just in that moment the door to the room he stayed in, was flung open. Surprised by the sudden action he stared at the door in disbelief. It was Draco.

"What are you doing here? ..I mean shouldn't you be in class?"

"Oh Harry…did you really think I would leave you here alone all day?" Draco said with a naughty grin. Harry's body was paralyzed. As Draco came closer, Harry's crotch suddenly started its own life. He stiffened as thousands of beams of desire streamed through his body. He wanted him.

Draco played with Harry. He slowly came closer and fixated him with his piercing look. Reaching out for Harry's chest, he started running his hand over his muscular body. He slowly pushed up the shirt and began kissing Harry's skin. Harry moaned and pulled Draco closer. Starting by the neck, he kissed his delicious skin. Once, twice, three times. He reached the cheek. Another kiss. He softly licked Draco's lips in order then to pierce his tongue into his moist mouth. He could feel his warmth. Still kissing, he unbuttoned Draco's shirt slipped it off. Their tongues loosened as Harry's wet lips wandered down Draco's body. Rattling as he opened the belt. Pulling down his pants and welcoming perfect erection. Filled with desire his lips slowly clasped Draco's source of erection. He started licking, slowly in the beginning but getting faster, harder. Draco buried his hands in Harry's bushy hair. He pushed and pulled his head for- and backward. At the climax of his excitement he moaned loudly and buried his fingernails even harder in Harry's skin. Harry then felt a sudden warmth, a salty taste in his mouth. He satisfied him.

Relaxed Draco fell backwards on his bed. "That was amazing! I really missed that, Harry."

"Why do you think I came?" Harry's grinned mischievously. He made his way over to the bed – taking off his pants. Draco turned around and was presenting his back to Harry. "I really missed it." Harry said when he pierced in. His whole body was filled with pleasure and excitement. His mind was washed clear – all problems were forgotten. Back and forth his feelings were growing. He felt the climax to come but tried his best to prevent it. It was the best feeling in weeks when he poured down on Draco.

Exhaustion let him fall back in the bed, breathing heavily. Draco bent over and kissed him passionately. "Thank you."

'Thank you?', Harry thought, 'After all we've been through, there's nothing more than…thank you?' But Harry didn't have enough time to think about that. Draco threw himself on Harry and they made out heavily.

"How did you manage to avoid class?" Harry asked after a while.

"Oh, that was quite easy. I threw up in class and claimed to feel terribly sick. They don't really care if you go to the nurse or not, so I just came here."

Quiet followed. The two boys dozed off.

Harry eventually woke up when he heard a loud rumble. Draco was putting on his clothes and stumbled over one of his shoes. "What are you doing?" Harry asked, yawning. "I'm getting dressed." – came the short answer. "I know, I can see that, but I rather meant…why?" Draco closed his belt, without looking at Harry, he said: "I've got to go. I have to take care of the homework due to tomorrow. I can't be off another day." After a little pause, having finished dressing, Draco asked: "When are you leaving?"

"Do you want me to leave?" Harry tried to hide the fact that he indeed was hurt. Draco didn't even take the time to talk to him – about what happened, about what will happen…their future? Anything? Harry was disappointed. Didn't Draco think about that at all?

"Well we've got a huge test on Friday and I would prefer passing that one." He answered in a quite cool voice. "Shall I leave tonight?"

"You can leave anytime you want, I'm just saying that I won't be having much time for you or anything else." With those words Draco stepped to the door. "I'll be back in a few hours. Think about it." Then he left. Loneliness was what rested. Harry shivered. He was cold.

'So this is it? Sex and then leaving? This has more of an one night stand, than a serious relationship. I'm sick of this. I didn't come here…for sex. Did I? I mean…of course this played a big role, but I expected more. I need more. I deserve more.'

Harry jumped out of the bed and began to put on his clothes. He missed his cape but then realized that he left it behind in the dark chamber he arrived that morning. When he was fully dressed, he thought whether or not to leave. His lover obviously didn't appreciated what he had done for him – what he had risked! If sex was all Draco wanted, Harry shouldn't waste another minute – so he thought. But something held him back. Would he ever come back, if he left now? Would Draco try to make it up to him? Try contacting him? He now realized that Draco didn't even attempt getting in touch. No letters, no anything. Maybe his father indeed interfered, but wouldn't he have mentioned it then? Harry was clueless.

Back at Hogwarts, Professor Snape asked for audience at Professor Dumbledore. "Something is wrong with Mr. Potter. He is acting even stranger than usually. I thought you should know." Snape confronted the headmaster with the news. Dumbledore just smiled – as always. "So you've noticed?" Snape was confused. "What do you mean? Have you talked to Potter?"

"Yes, I have. Don't worry about that Severus, he will get back to normal soon. Now go back to your class, they're surely waiting for you." Albus said with a smile.

"Fine." Snape answered obviously unsatisfied. He mumbled as he left the office. "Potter…"

Dear Draco,

I'm leaving. I appreciate that you took one day off, because of me.

But I don't think you appreciate what I've done.

I risked everything in order to come visit you, it was planned for so long.

Anyways, I don't want to be a burden. I wish you good luck with your

exam or test, or whatever that might be. It must be important.

More important than me, obviously.

See you.

It hurt Harry to write that note. No kisses at the end, no love, nothing. He felt terrible, but that was how he felt. He didn't feel appreciated at all. Maybe it was stupid, but in that moment there was nothing else he could do.