Author's note: This chapter is gonna be in Draco's POV and hopefully will make sense. im kind of not making sense to myself right now. feminine issues (ladies you understand) and im tired and cranky. but Draco always makes me smile so, yeah :) here we go.

Chapter 3

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"Alright, geez!" Draco threw back his blankets and went to the window.

His mother's owl, Ayana, sat perched on the window sill looking unimpressed with his reluctance to get out of bed and let her in. His mother was the only one who knew where he was and rarely contacted him, so he opened the window figuring it must be important. Ayana swooped through and landed on top of his bed post with her right leg stuck out. He removed the envelope and she flew back out; clearly still a bit peeved with him. He grinned ruefully and shut the window again, then turned over the envelope. The grin slipped off his face immediately.

The Hogwarts seal.

May was fast approaching and he knew the annual ball to celebrate the Dark Lord's defeat was to be held soon. There was only one reason they would be writing to him.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

As i'm sure you know, the eleventh annual Victory Ball will take place on May 2nd in the Great Hall of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As someone who played a very important role in the downfall of Voldemort, I must insist that you attend this year. You should be proud of your part in the war and you deserve to be rewarded.

Look, I know you havent been to one of these celebrations in ten years and in fact, after having spoken with your mother, havent been home at all in that time. I also know that this doesnt come close to being a professional invitation, but I cant bring myself to care much about propriety. Your mother is the only one who knows of your whereabouts and I convinced her to let me send this with her owl to be sure it reached you with no problems. Please come home Mr. Malfoy. For the celebration and your mother. I am unaware of the circumstances regarding why you havent come home thus far, but your mother misses you. She and I have strangely become close friends in the past few years and I hate seeing her all alone. Consider it, my dear, thats all I ask.

Until then,

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall

Draco folded the letter and rubbed his eyes, only realizing he was crying when his hand came away wet. He couldnt do it. He couldnt go home and face them. Face the weasel and weaslette and...Harry. His Harry.

"HARRY!" Draco screamed as Harry proceeded to push him down the hill. He rolled to the bottom in a heap and huffed out a breath as Harry landed next to him, accidentally elbowing Draco in the side. Draco opened his mouth to say something scathing, but Harry was laughing too hard and Draco's anger dissipated, as usual, at the sight of Harry's smile. It was infectious and soon Draco was laughing with him.

"Admit it," said Harry. "That was fun."

"You're still not forgiven." Draco retorted, trying to sound indignant, and failing.

"Oh, really? And there isnt anything i can do to make you forgive me?" Harry smirked.

Draco smirked back. "I might be persuaded if yo-"

Harry rolled over onto Draco and melded their lips together. Draco hummed in contentment and kissed him back slowly. Harry traced his lips with the tip of his tongue and Draco parted his lips eagerly; wanting more. More of this feeling, more of the kiss, more of Harry.

Harry pulled back. "I want you to make love to me." he whispered.

Draco stilled. "You want me t-?"

"Yes. We've been together for two months Draco and I want all of you. Now."

Draco looked up into the eyes of the man above him. For two months they had laughed, fought, and kissed to their satisfaction. And Draco loved him. No denying that.

He rolled over with Harry and bent down to kiss him again. "This will hurt a bit you know." he mumbled against Harry's lips.

Harry pulled back and reached up to cup Draco's face. "I trust you."

Draco's heart clenched and he kissed Harry with everything he had while they fought to rid each other of their clothing. When the task was accomplished, Draco summoned his wand from his trousers and turned back to look at the gorgeous man laid out before him. Harry was beautiful in his own way. His skin was tan from all the time he spent outside. His chest had a smattering of dark hair that followed his stomach down until-

Draco's mouth went dry. Harry's cock was red and angry and when he looked from it back up to Harry's face, he seen the uncertainty in the emerald eyes.

"You're beautiful." Draco whispered, and Harry visibly relaxed. Draco cast a spell that lubed his fingers. He bent to kiss him again and pressed a finger against Harry's entrance. Harry tensed for a moment, but relaxed again as Draco slipped his tongue into Harry's mouth. When Draco's finger slipped all the way in, Harry moaned against his mouth and bucked against him.

"More," Harry rasped "I want all of you."

Draco worked him open, managing three fingers before he couldnt stand his own arousal any longer. He cast the same lubrication spell on his swollen cock and aligned himself with Harry. Pushing forward, he stroked Harry's face, whispering soft encouragement in his ear. Harry held his breath, but stayed relaxed until Draco was fully sheathed inside him.

Draco stilled for a moment while his breathing returned to normal. The feel of finally, FINALLY being inside his lover nearly made Draco come on the spot. Then Harry rocked his hips and Draco had to move.

He started slow, wanting to take his time with Harry, but Harry was having none of it. He clawed at Draco's back, wrapping his legs around him, panting. Faster. Harder.

Draco sped up until he was sure he had to be hurting Harry. Pounding him into the ground. If Harry was uncomfortable, he didnt show it. He met Draco thrust for thrust, their bodies colliding together over and over.

"Look at me." Harry panted. Draco looked down into the emerald orbs and lost it. He came hard, Harry's name on his lips. Harry followed chanting Draco's name in hushed tones. They lay together, Draco still encased in Harry's warm heat, while the aftershock of their orgasms dissipated. Draco raised his head and looked in Harry's eyes again.

"I love you, Harry."

Harry's eyes started to glisten. "I love you too, Draco. Im yours."

'Get a hold of yourself, Draco,' he thought. 'Harry is not yours. He never was.' Draco sighed and looked back at the parchment in his hand. Harry had surely met up with some nice bloke and gotten married long ago. And if he moved on then there was no reason for Draco to keep hiding. 'Alright, I'll go home.'

~TBC~