Thanks, InsaneOrange, for beta-ing this never-ending story...

Harry cuddled closer to Draco before realizing what he was doing. His eyes shot open and he pushed away with a soft, "What the fuck?"

Draco woke up at this, sighing. "Hmm?" he asked, cracking his eyes open. He found Harry staring at him in shock. "You're awake," he smiled drowsily, dragging Harry forward into a warm hug.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, trying to remember when Draco had come over last night.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked in turn.

Harry couldn't believe it. He was at the manor again. He closed his eyes, grimacing. "Oh no," he breathed.

"Yeah," Draco grinned, wrapping a leg around Harry. "Pleasant dreams."

"When?" Harry asked in defeat.

"Late… Around two."

"I'm sorry," Harry murmured, burying his face against Draco's shirt.

"I'm not," Draco smiled. "You can't seem to keep away from me, can you?"

"So full of yourself," Harry mumbled.

"Why don't you just stay here?"

"Be serious," Harry scoffed.

"It's better than apparating in the middle of the night. Without a wand, I might add," Draco said.

"Wait," Harry moved back so he could stare up at Draco. "You aren't kidding?"

"Why would I kid?" Draco asked, kissing Harry lovingly. "Besides, you seemed to really enjoy last night," he whispered as he trailed his hand down Harry's stomach.

That was when Harry felt the uncomfortable wetness between his legs. He gasped as he sat up, bringing his knees to his chest. "What the hell?" he asked breathlessly.

"You happen to be very sexy when you're sleepwalking," Draco said, winking at Harry.

"You didn't!" Harry exclaimed. "Please tell me you didn't…"

Draco chuckled, jerking Harry down for a hard kiss. "I didn't do anything too scandalous," he said cheekily.

"I was asleep, damn it!"

"So?"

Harry resisted the urge to punch the daylights out of Draco. "You're disgusting," he muttered in revulsion.

"And you," Draco sighed, "were incredible."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "What?" he asked.

"Incredible," Draco echoed, piquing a brow.

"Incredible?" Harry questioned. "That… doesn't sound right."

"Guess I know you better than you do," Draco said apathetically.

"Oh my gosh!" Harry gasped. "Did I… I mean, did we… because I can't-I can't remember, Draco! Shit! I'm so sorry! I didn't… hurt you, did I?"

Draco sat up with an irritated huff. He pressed his hands against Harry's knees to stop the rambling. "I said we didn't do anything too scandalous, didn't I?" he said, tilting his head suggestively.

Harry sighed with relief. "Oh, thank Merlin."

"But you do have a mean tongue on you…"

Harry turned green. "Blergh!" he gagged, wiping his tongue with his sleeve. "Ergh," he shuddered, grabbing the sheets and stuffing his mouth with it. "Gwoff! Fo gwoff!" he garbled. Draco was on his side the next second, clutching his stomach as he laughed at Harry's piteous image. "I hafe oo!" Harry shouted, screwing his eyes shut and balling his hands into fists. That only caused Draco to gasp for air as he roared with merriment. Harry kicked him in the chest, appearing utterly dejected. Draco looked up at Harry – Harry who had his mouth full of white linen, a nauseated grimace, clenched fists and occasional shudders whenever his mind went there.

"Oh, Harry," Draco laughed, getting up on his knees shakily. "I was kidding!"

"Hrgh?" Harry opened his eyes. Draco nodded in earnest, pressing a hand to his heart. Harry spat out the sheet from his mouth, smacking his tongue to the roof of his dry mouth. "Kidding?"

"Of course," Draco said, kissing Harry's chapped lips. "You were asleep, for fuck's sake…"

"I was," Harry said quickly, nodding.

"You don't really think I would do something like that, do you?" Draco asked.

"Uh…"

"Prat," Draco muttered, smacking Harry over the head. "Now I'm damned tired and you are pissing me off." He pulled Harry down, making him lay on his back. Once they were back in bed, Draco curled into Harry with a low murmur.

Harry was trying not to fidget nervously. He blinked up at the canopy, acutely aware of how uncomfortable his pajamas felt. "So…" he whispered, hoping Draco hadn't fallen asleep already, "was it, like… a one-way thing?"

"Hmm," Draco answered, a response Harry took as being 'yes'.

"What happened… exactly?" Harry asked.

Draco yawned, wiping his face against Harry's shirt. "Apparently you like to feel me up," he said nonchalantly.

"Draco," Harry groused.

"You asked me to explain," Draco said. "And I am. You knocked on my door at two in the morning. I let you in. You damned near mauled me. And I had to get you to calm down. So I-"

"Don't want to hear it," Harry rushed.

"-gave you a blowjob."

Harry groaned once again, appalled. "Why would you do that?" he asked.

"Like I said, you seemed to enjoy it," Draco said, dragging fingers against Harry's arm. "A lot, I might add."

Harry stopped from pulling his hair out in exasperation. "I need you to shut up, okay?" he said with very little patience.

"Shutting up," Draco said, much to his credit.

Now Harry could think. "So you… satisfied me and I… didn't return the favor?" he asked. Draco smiled when he heard the careful words.

He didn't say anything. Harry exhaled forcefully and flipped over, upending a very astonished Draco.

"What are you-"

Draco was cut off by Harry's harsh lips. "Stop talking," Harry breathed urgently. He bunched Draco's shirt up and tugged, Draco wiggled out of it, tossing it away. Harry's cold hands seared him, causing him to shrink into the bed involuntarily with a low hiss. "Stop trying to do things for me," Harry murmured, bending towards Draco's neck and biting him. Draco tried to push away, shaking his head. Harry increased the pressure, tasting the salty skin and warmth against his tongue.

"That hurts," Draco choked out, pressing his hands against Harry's shoulders to make him let go.

Instead Harry grabbed the hands and fastened them against the mattress with his own fingers, immobilizing Draco partially. "And stop taking advantage of me, you bastard!"

"I wasn't!" Draco argued, now attempting to buck Harry off. "You're leaving a bruise!"

"Good," Harry said, letting Draco's neck escape after pressing a kiss against the red mark.

"Fuck off," Draco swore, wrenching one hand away from Harry's grip and trying to push him off.

Harry took a hold of Draco's hand and held it to the captive again. "You're getting on my nerves, Malfoy," he hissed, rutting against Draco's erection wantonly. Draco let out a garbled moan, wrapping his legs around Harry without thought. "Oh?" Harry asked, smirking.

Draco suddenly realized what he had done. He unwound his legs and started struggling again. "Get off of me!" he said brokenly, twisting under Harry.

"How is this any different from what you did to me last night?" Harry asked glibly, raising his head to stare down at Draco.

Draco lurched up, snapping his teeth at Harry.

Harry pulled back, a surprised smile against his lips. His hands still bound Draco's wrists but the man wasn't struggling. Instead, Draco was lying passively under Harry while taking heaving breaths. Harry ran the scenario in his head, realization dawning on him. He leaned down hesitantly as he scanned Draco's unreadable expression. He was but a hairbreadth away from Draco, staring into the steely grey eyes. "What was that?" he asked. He could hear Draco gritting his teeth. He tightened his grip on Draco's wrists, squeezing the slender bones. Draco inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering shut. Harry's smile widened as he took in the flushed cheeks and quickened breathing. He floated his lips above Draco's. "Did you… want to play, Malfoy?" he asked heavily. Then he pulled back with ample reflex of a Seeker.

Which was a good thing since Draco had lurched up again, straining against Harry's restraints. "Fuck. Off," he snarled.

Harry laughed, letting go of Draco's wrists and dragging him into an ardent embrace. "You're so sick," he whispered, pressing soft kisses wherever he could.

Draco responded with yearning touches, raking his hand across Harry's lean torso. "You were the one ready to try some bondage on me," he drawled.

"Next time," Harry responded, sliding his hand inside Draco's pajamas. Draco shivered in anticipation. "When I'm not all tuckered out."

"Not if I beat you to it…" Draco answered, breathing out slowly as Harry's fingers traveled along his arousal. Harry gently sucked on Draco's nipple as he slid his palm against Draco's erection. He wanted to leave his lover a shuddering mess by the end of all this. Draco was steadily pumping in Harry's hand, letting out soft whimpers whenever he stirred with pleasure. "Faster?" he suggested, breath caught in his throat as he stared up at Harry.

Harry obliged, kissing Draco as he moved his hand quicker. Draco moaned into Harry's lips as his head spun. Harry used his free hand to caress Draco's stomach, sending quivers of pleasure through the pale man. Draco arched up, aching for release.

Harry let go.

"Oh," Draco sighed, falling onto the mattress and hugging himself. "Damn it, you're so good…"

"Yeah?" Harry asked, pushing the hair out of Draco's forehead.

"Yeah," Draco nodded, gulping to wet his dry throat. "More…"

Harry smiled wickedly as he wrapped his fingers around Draco again. Draco jerked and then folded his arms around Harry. He controlled his breathing as he watched Harry's eyes flitting across his face. Harry blushed uncharacteristically, his fingers faltering. Draco gasped as Harry brushed against his sensitive tip carelessly. Harry closed his eyes, swallowing hard. "Stop looking at me like that," he mumbled.

Draco blinked away the haze, focusing on the words. "Like what?" he asked, pressing a hand to Harry's cheek.

"I don't know," Harry said, embarrassed.

"Like what, Harry?" Draco asked, panting. Harry stopped his ministrations and hugged Draco fervently. Draco's eyes rolled to the back of his head, partly from the inability to climax. "Don't stop," he begged.

"Do you love me that much?" Harry whispered.

"I said don't stop," Draco growled.

Harry couldn't help but smile as Draco writhed under him. If being with this man meant having those stormy eyes stare longingly up at him, Harry wanted to live forever. He had never seen that expression on Draco. But that made him much more beautiful. Harry rested his hand against Draco's near painful erection. "I love you even more," Harry whispered, tracking his fingers along the stiff ridge to the tip.

"I'm-I'm coming," Draco stammered, fisting the sheets. Harry maneuvered his fingers and palm until he was engulfing Draco gently. He moved his hand up once and then pushed it down hard. Draco shouted in ardor, climaxing violently under Harry. "F-fuck," he heaved, trying to buck Harry off of him. Harry didn't budge as he was too enthralled with keeping Draco's orgasmic face in memory. To think that Draco was feeling such pleasure because of him was empowering. "Harry," Draco whimpered.

"Right here," Harry whispered, nudging Draco's cheek with his nose.

"I love you."

"I know," Harry laughed

"No… I love you," Draco said thickly.

"Like the 'I'll-do-anything-and-everything-for-you' kind, right?" Harry asked. "I know… I love you too."

"Okay," Draco breathed, falling asleep under Harry's lips.

He awoke three hours later, swaddled in the sheets and pressed against Harry. He opened his eyes, humming in contentment. "I'm awake," he announced.

"About time," Harry grumbled.

"I like this," Draco smiled, burying his head against Harry's chest. "I like you, Potter."

"Good."

"So… what does a guy have to do to keep you?" Draco asked, peeking up at Harry.

"You can't keep me," Harry murmured. "I come and go as I please."

Draco had never felt this comfortable in bed. Harry was warm and perfect. At this rate, Draco would never want to get up. He frowned in displeasure as he muttered, "I have to pee."

Harry laughed at that errant comment. "You have no idea how good you look asleep, Malfoy," he whispered. "Hold it."

"Wish I could," Draco groaned, rolling away from Harry's hug and stumbling out of bed. "Don't move!" He ran to his bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

Harry smiled distantly as he turned onto his back and stared up at the canopy. He couldn't tell if he was dreaming. But at that point, he could care less. Either way, Draco was with him and that was all that seemed to matter. That was terrifying for Harry. He wasn't used to having nothing else matter. His mind was usually filled with his friends, Teddy, Ministry work, and other things. But now all he could think of was Draco. All he could wonder was what Draco liked for breakfast, who Draco had dated over the past five years, why Draco smiled in his sleep, and where Draco liked to go on holidays.

Draco jumped back in bed and pushed under the blankets, hugging Harry close. "You're so awesome, Harry," he murmured.

"I can't tell if this is real…"

Draco looked at Harry suspiciously. "Really?"

"Really."

Draco kissed Harry chastely. "It's real," he said.

Harry gave Draco a faint smile. "Good…"

Harry blinked his eyes into focus, jerking as he felt arms wrapped around him. He pushed away frantically and staggered back as the grip lessened. He felt a slow headache bloom across his forehead and he pressed his palms to his eyes.

"You alright?" Draco asked, fidgeting in place but keeping his hands to himself.

Harry whipped his head up, pulling his hands away. "Draco?" he croaked out in surprise.

"Yeah… Hey," Draco said, waving half-heartedly.

Harry roved his eyes around him, finding himself in his kitchen. "What…"

"I don't know," Draco shrugged, pulling his shirt straight out of worry. "Um… you just… I don't know."

"Oh…" Harry breathed. "S-sorry."

"It's fine."

"When-" Harry broke off, clearing his throat. "When did you get here?"

"Not too long ago," Draco said with a wry smile. "I guess you were already… out of it."

"Fuck," Harry swore, squeezing his eyes closed. "I-I don't know what-what to do."

Draco tentatively wrapped his arms around Harry, stepping in closer when Harry didn't move to push him away again. "Stay with me," he said emphatically.

"Draco," Harry murmured, shaking his head in response.

"Please?"

"I'm fine."

Narcissa finally gave up on reading and glared at the two men who were sitting on the couch. "If you're just going to gossip and giggle, do it in the living room," she said.

Harry and Draco looked up, glaring at her. "We weren't gossiping," Harry grumbled.

"Or giggling," Draco added.

"Of course you weren't," Narcissa muttered to herself, returning to her book. No more than two minutes later, the library echoed with quiet whispers and stifled laughter. Narcissa cleared her throat and the chatter died down, only to rise a few moments later. She wondered why she would want to sit around for this. She couldn't help catching the words drifting towards her.

"-totally punched you out and-"

"-did not! It didn't even-"

"-crying and running to Snape! We had to-"

"-can't even fight for yourself when-"

"-turned you into a fe-"

"Don't you dare!"

"-rret."

Draco smacked Harry over the head while the latter snickered. "Shut up," Draco said sullenly.

"Was it traumatizing?" Harry asked in mock sympathy.

"I said shut up, Potter."

Narcissa marveled at the ease with which the two men interacted with each other. She had never seen her son be this expressive with anyone else. Draco let his guard down when he was with Harry. Narcissa could see the vulnerability. But Harry didn't exploit it. He seemed to embrace that side of Draco. Narcissa thanked Merlin for that. They seemed truly happy when they were together. Sometimes, she wondered if she was an unwanted intrusion. There wasn't much she could do about it, however. House arrest was house arrest.

"Whatever," Draco huffed, getting up, marching over to his mother and squeezing in next to her on the chaise. Narcissa knew he was sulking by the way his arms wound around her waist and his head rested against her shoulder. She could almost envision his pout. Harry had an amused look on his face. Narcissa could get used to this. She smiled privately, stroking Draco's hair.

"Why haven't you told anyone about us?" Draco asked, not quite expecting that question to have the impact it did.

Harry looked stricken. "Oh…" was all he said.

Draco glanced at Harry quizzically, quickly taking in the shock. "Oh, no," he rushed, shaking his head. "I was just-I wasn't-I mean, I don't really care," he stammered out. "I was just wondering."

"I-I… I didn't think you… and everyone else. It could get bad," Harry said with hesitance.

"It's fine, Harry. I was just wondering," Draco said, trying to calm Harry down.

"But if you want, we could always-"

"Harry. Stop."

"I didn't think you would want to. I don't-I mean, I don't know what could ha-"

"You aren't listening!"

"What if you get hurt?"

Draco pressed his hands against Harry's cheeks and brought those green eyes up. "I was just wondering," he said emphatically. "I don't care, okay?"

Harry blinked at Draco with immense guilt in his expression. "Okay," he murmured unconvincingly.

"Harry!"

"Sorry."

"Stop apologizing."

"Sorry."

"Argh!" Draco threw his hands up in surrender, stomping away.

Each day, they found each other spiraling further into love.

Harry wanted to know everything about Draco. It boggled Draco's mind as to how Harry was able to retain all that in his mind. Draco was content with finding out everything about Harry in due time instead of all at once. While Harry liked to ask seemingly mindless questions, Draco liked to experience his questions.

Harry fell in love with Draco's soft laugh that never seemed to match the man's demeanor. Perhaps it was because he had never heard Draco laugh before, excluding the jeering laughter from school. Whenever Draco laughed, it was so unexpected. Sometimes, it seemed like even he hadn't expected to express his amusement out loud. His laughs were always tentative, as though he wasn't sure if he was doing it right. Harry wanted to reassure Draco that he was laughing perfectly fine. But that might mean that the laugh would change. Harry didn't want it to change. He liked the shy and boyish laugh.

Draco fell in love with Harry's cynicism. He had never held a proper conversation with Harry before. Now that was all they did. Draco had had his trepidations of whether the Harry he had fallen in love with at the hospital would be gone. And he was right to some extent. But this Harry could talk. And keep up. It surprised Draco to no end. He knew that he wasn't the best person to hold a conversation with. It was the way he was raised. Nobody was ever good enough. But Harry kept up with Draco's jibes and cryptic taunts. He seemed to enjoy them. And Draco could never get tired of it.

Harry fell in love with Draco's quiet whispers. Whether they be in bed, at dinner or, wandering aimlessly, Draco liked to lean in close and murmur into Harry's ear. Often it was abstract observations such as, 'I never noticed that painting before' or 'I'll get more coffee'. Then there were times when Harry heard, 'Five Galleons says I can get Mother to swear' or 'Really, Potter? You want your pancakes to swim in syrup?' Then there were those days when Draco would whisper, 'What did Joseph say?' or 'Do tell them about that at your next appointment'. Harry would sometimes catch, 'You make me so happy' and 'Love you'. Then there were the, 'You are looking way too good today, Potter' or 'I totally want to do you right here. Right now'. Harry loved all those whispers.

Draco fell in love with the way Harry looked at him. The jade eyes were never judgmental or dull. At times, Harry looked at Draco in a way that made him remember the loving glances from all those months ago. Harry would also glance at him shyly, which made Draco wonder what was going on in Harry's mind. Sometimes those eyes would bore right into him, heating him to the point of not knowing how to live without that passionate gaze. Even when Harry felt tired and ready to snap at the next thing that rubbed him the wrong way, he would reserve the soft and calm eyes for Draco. Draco nearly melted when the love in those eyes enveloped him. He lived for all those looks – the anger, disapproval, confusion, intense ardor, loving acceptance, and enthusiasm. But there were looks Harry tried so very hard to hide. But Draco would see them from time to time – fear and sorrow. Draco loved those too…

Harry fell in love with Draco's love. It was gentle and nurturing. Harry could do no wrong in Draco's eyes. He felt so safe when he was in Draco's arms. He knew that Draco would look after him. He wondered how he had ever managed to find such a perfect man. Then he would see the look of silent devotion in Draco. It made Harry try harder to keep Draco smiling and laughing.

Draco fell in love with Harry's love. It was jumbled and unfamiliar. Draco liked having Harry discover how to love. He enjoyed the spontaneity of it. At times Harry would be reserved and coy while at other times, he would be pushing Draco against the wall with a desperate kiss. Draco liked to dig into Harry's mind and find out more about that wondrous world. There was always something new with Harry.

"Goodnight," Harry murmured, cradled against Draco.

"Hmm," Draco sighed, smiling.

Draco burst into the emergency, weaving through the throng of people as he tried to get to the front desk. His heart was hammering out of his chest and he couldn't stop shaking. He pushed past a frantic couple and garnered the attention of one of the attending. "I'm looking for Harry Potter," he said, panting slightly.

Nearly all conversation around Draco stopped at these words. Harry Potter? The attending took in Draco. "I'm sorry. We can't give out information about-"

"I just need to see him," Draco said hurriedly.

"You aren't allowed," the woman said, flustered.

"Why n-" before Draco could finish, authoritative hands wrapped around his arms and tried to pull him away. He looked up to see looming security wizards glaring at him. "I-I didn't do anything!" he exclaimed, trying to break out of their grips.

"In accordance to your parole, you are not allowed in," one of the hulking men said gruffly.

"But I didn't do anything, damn it!" Draco said, struggling. "I just need to-"

"We must escort you out," the other man explained, trying to drag Draco away from the desk.

"Please, I-"

"If you continue to resist, we have the authorization to use force," the security wizard warned. "Come with us."

"No, you don't understand!" But Draco was no match for the men. He was pulled away from the desk and jerked towards the exit. "I need to see Harry Potter," he tried to elaborate. "He's my-" he broke off. "We're friends. Please, just… I just need to see him." The security wizards were as blank as brick walls. "Damn it!" Draco growled, twisting out of their grips with a burst of adrenaline. He raced back to the throng of people, pushing past them again to get to the desk.

"Fuck it! Where's Potter?" Draco nearly shouted, slamming his hands against the counter.

Then everything went dark and silent.