Draco stared up at the sky as he lie in the garden; it was a hot July day, but he didn't want to be inside while his father had guest over. He wore the loosest shirt he had and his only part of shorts as he leaned against the marble fountain. Draco watched the clouds drift by and smiled; there was a familiar shape flying towards. It was Harry's snowy owl, Hedwig, bringing him his usual letter. Draco and Harry had begun writing to each other as part of their agreement.

It was on the Hogwarts Express and Harry sent an owl to Draco before the end of the school year to sit in a compartment, alone, and wait till he showed up. Draco did as the letter instructed, but almost left the compartment out of impatience.

This is a joke, he thought as he stood up to leave, but the door opened before he could. It was Harry sliding into the seat across from Draco. Draco crossed his arms and legs and looked away; he pouted his lips as well.

"You look cute when you do that," Harry said, not fazed by Draco's pouting which only made him do it more. Harry leaned over and pecks his lips, sliding into the seat next to him. "Better."

"No. How dare you make me wait! I have half a mind to-!" Draco was silenced by Harry pressing his lips against and slipping his tongue into his mouth. Despite his urge to be angry, Draco melted into the kiss and into Harry's arms. "Whatever," Draco mumbled, blushing when Harry pulled away, "what did you want to see me about."

"Our relationship. How do you want to go about it?" This is something Draco thought long and hard about, especially since he managed to destroy the Creevey brother's camera and use a memory charm on them so they wouldn't remember.

"Clearly, nobody can know that we're in a relationship and yes, that's completely for self-preservation purpose. I have a reputation to uphold and my father would disown me if he found out I was dating you."

"Because I'm me or because I'm a boy?"

"Mostly because you're you, but I couldn't help, but think that if your name was Harriet, he wouldn't be as bothered by it. Since, we won't be able to see each other over the break especially with all of this You-Know-Who-Stuff going on, I think we should write to each other. Our owl is fast, isn't she?"

"Yea, but I'm glad you brought that up, because I have a favor to ask." Uh oh. "I want you to give me details about what's going with your father. Since, he's a Death Eater. Can you do that for me?" Draco nodded; even though he didn't want to lie to Harry, he wasn't going to betray his family. "Alright. Any more details?"

"Oh yes, when we see each other in public, its business as usual. I don't like you, you don't like me. However, when we are alone, we're a couple with all the typically couple stuff."

"Not sure what that means, but ok. Maybe I should ask Hermione about it."

"While we're on the topic of her, she is not to say anything. To anyone, especially Weasley!"

"She hasn't said anything up to this point; I doubt she'll say anything now. Ron will not find out about us, because he wouldn't understand. He hates you, you know."

"The feeling is mutual. Is that it? Do you have any conditions?"

"Nope, I think I'm good," Harry chuckled, leaning back, placing an arm around Draco's shoulder. Draco leaned against his chest; the sound of Harry's heart beating relaxed him, it made him sleepy. "So, have you been in relationship before?"

"Not really. I've been on dates, but not with anyone I was particularly fond of. You know, my father wants me to marry a pure-blood, so I met a lot of daughters of friends and then there's Pansy…."

"Must be exhausting being so famous." Draco sat up and punched Harry in the arm, causing him to laugh.

"Why does it even matter?"

"Because, I was thinking about what you were doing in the hospital wing. You seemed more…experienced than I thought you were." Draco stared into Harry's eyes and blinked. "What?" Draco sits up and sits in Harry's lap, straddling his waist. "Th-this is what I'm talking about."

"I just do what comes natural, stupid."

"Is 'stupid' supposed to be like a term of endearment or something?" Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed the front of Harry's robe, pulling him into a hungry kiss. Draco slipped his hand up Harry's shirt and ran his nails down his scarred skin. Harry shuddered and groaned; Draco pulled away, leaving a trail a spit between their lips. Draco slipped down to the floor and unbuttoned the top of his pants. "D-Draco, what is happening?"

"What comes natural, clearly." Draco pulled down Harry's pants and boxers down to his ankles and chuckled. "That's adorable." Harry's cheeks flared up and he pulled his robe closed to cover himself. "Don't tell me you're shy."

"I'm not shy! It's just…cold in here!"

"Is that the excuse we're using now? Ok, you're cold." Harry puffed out his cheeks angrily as Draco pulled opened the robe again.

"Ow! You stupid bird!" Draco snapped, looking at his now bloody finger. "Just let me get the stupid letter and you can leave!" Hedwig glared at him as he untied the letter from her leg; she attempted to snap at his fingers again, but he moved away. "We go through this every time. Harry and I are together. Get over it!" Hedwig hooted angrily and flew off as Draco wrapped his finger. It's about time he wrote back to me.

"Draco, sorry that this letter is kinda short, but I don't have much to say. I'm so bored here. I'm also so frustrated (in more ways than one)."

Draco blushed and sighed. He thought back to what happened on the train. It made him frustrated too.

"D-Draco," Harry groaned, gripping Draco's hair as he licked up the length of his penis. Draco began to stroke the length as he lightly licked the head of Harry's penis; he also sucked on the tip. Harry arched his back as Draco took more of his penis into his mouth.

"There you are, Draco. Why are you dressed like that? You look homeless," a voice said. Draco crossed his legs and looked up to his mother, Narcissa, standing over him.

"It's hot out..." he answered as Narcissa pulled him to his feet.

"Well, you need to go get dressed. One of your father's friends brought his daughter over to meet you." Draco sighed and scratched the back of his head; he glanced down at the letter in his hand. "What's that letter? It was delivered straight to you? Who is it from?" She asked, reaching for the letter, but Draco promptly hid it behind his back.

"I'm going to my room now," Draco said quickly, jogging past Narcissa.

"Draco!" She called after her son, but he was already inside, sneaking his way up the stairs to his room. He made sure to stay out of side until he was able to slip into his room. Draco huffed and flopped on face first on his bed; he wanted to be with Harry, not met some crazy girl who's the daughter of one of his father's crazy friends.

"Nobody's been telling me anything. They keep telling me to be patient and that they'll tell me when they see me, but I can't be patient! I'm hanging around with my boring aunt and uncle with nothing to do. I wish I could just live at Hogwarts over the summer or stay with Ron. Maybe even with you, maybe I could sleep under your bed and you could have a House Elf bring me scraps. Haha. Write soon. Keep me posted on your father."

-Harry

A sharp pain hit Draco's heart. He felt bad for Harry having to be trapped in that awful house with those horrible muggles (which Harry told him about in detail in some letters), but he felt worst about lying to him. For weeks, Draco had been telling Harry that some suspicious characters had been coming in and out of his house and having meetings with his father. Also, that he heard his parents mumbling something about his aunt and uncle, the Lestranges, who were currently in Azkaban; none of which was true. Draco thought it was easier to write something to appease Harry, since no one else was, then to tell him that he wasn't going to rat on his father to Harry. However, he fancied the idea of Harry staying with him under his bed; whenever he wanted his attention or more, he could just pull him out.

"Draco! Where are you?" a booming voice shouted. Draco jumped up and ran into his bathroom. He immediately turned on the shower and stripped down as he heard the sound of his door opening. "Draco?"

"I'm in the shower, father. I'll be done when I get dressed," he answered, trying to speak loud enough to be heard over the following water. However, he was nervous, because he realized (in his haste) he left Harry's note lying on his bed.

"Hurry up, I have guest and I don't want you late for lunch." The door slammed shut and Draco sighed in relief as he let the water come over him. I'll write my letter to Harry when I'm done with lunch. Draco leaned back to the back of the shower and let the water his chest and stomach; he closed his eyes.

"D-Draco! People will see us!" Harry moaned as Draco sucked on his penis. He tangled his fingers in Draco's blonde hair as he bobbed his head faster. Harry covered his mouth with one hand to muffle his moans as Draco continued to pleasure him. Draco groaned in pain as Harry pulled his hair when he orgasms. At first, Draco didn't know what to do with a mouth full of cum, but ended up spitting it out on the floor. "Don't spit it out! Someone will come in here and see it!"

"I'm pretty sure some people have done a lot worst on the Hogwarts Express," he retorted, wiping his mouth and slipping back into the seat beside Harry, who was trying to adjust himself. "What a turn of events don't you think, Potter? You'll have to return the favor before we get back to Platform 9 ¾."

"Then I guess I'd better get back before Ron has an aneurysm, if I have to rush back to you," Harry mumbled, kissing Draco's cheek before leaving the compartment. "Come back to this compartment in a hour and a half and I'll 'return the favor'."

Draco shrieked as he switched his shower from hot to ice cold. This was a bad time for him to think about what happened on the ride back and get turned on, but he so badly wanted to be with Harry. He tried his best to push his feelings down as he got dressed and joined his parents and their guest downstairs.

"So, Draco, what did you think?" Lucius asks as he walked back into the drawing room where Narcissa was (as he felt) holding Draco captive. Their guest had just left and Draco was annoyed and exhausted; he shrugged in response to his father's question. "She's a pleasant girl and she comes from good stock. You should take that into consideration."

"Is 'pleasant' is your nice way of putting obnoxious brat?" Draco mumbled under his breath and his mother nudged him.

"I believe Draco already has someone he's interested in," Narcissa said and Draco's eyes widened in fear. How does she know about Harry? Did she find my letters? Why would she tell father before she talked to me about it? "It seems that he has been receiving letters from someone in secret and hiding them from us? I think he would like to tell us who they are from."

"I'd rather not."

"Spit it out, boy."

"Pansy Parkinson." It was the first female name that popped into his head; a wide smile played across his father's face.

"Another girl from good stock."

"We're just friends, now if you'll excuse me." Draco quickly exited the room and jogged upstairs to his room, before his parents could interrogate him further. He immediately sat his desk and pull out parchment and a quill.

'Harry, as far as my parents know, I'm currently courting Pansy Parkinson. My mother almost grabbed your letter and I thought my father would see it while I was in the shower. They have this thing about introducing me to pure-blood girls, so that our blood can remain pure. I'm sick of them trying to set me up. Also, my father had a meeting with what I believe is a Death Eater, but he sent me outside to sit in the garden so I couldn't hear anything. Stay strong. I miss you more than you can imagine. I'll find a way to see you soon. I promise.'

-Draco