Disclaimer: For the fifth time, they do not belong to me. They are the property of J.K Rowling.

Author's Note: I hope those of you bothering to come back for more enjoy this chapter. Thanks for reading!

Draco had been sitting in the park for over two hours digesting what Hermione had told him. When he'd first left her flat, he wondered around neighboring streets aimlessly, not really paying attention as to where he was going until he stumbled across a nice enough commons and took a seat.

"It's you Draco. They're fighting over you. They always have." Hermione had said. He had felt complete shock. He hadn't known what to think or say. So, after a flippant comment about her sanity, he had simply stared at her. She had looked extremely uncomfortable and finally cracked, explaining everything to Draco.

To say that he was thunderstruck was an understatement. As he sat on his impersonal diminutive bench, he pondered her words.

"Draco, listen to me. Harry's suspicions about his sexuality and eventual coming out were all to do with you. You attracted him and he told us that. Ron tried to lay a claim on you out of nowhere and they fought. And fought. And finally reached an agreement that neither would ask you out, I suppose out of respect for their friendship" At this point, she had shook her head, in obvious disgust at the memory. She had then continued in a resolute tone, one that Draco had heard her employ on a million occasions.

"Recently, Ron broke that agreement and I believe that's why Harry's returned…he was very injured and confused. I think he always thought that you fancied him back and I know that he's always regretted telling Ronald about his feelings for you." she had finished succinctly.

Hours had passes since that conversation and Draco still could not figure out if he was allowed to be excited. Harry wanted him, had always wanted him. Harry had wanted him as long as he'd wanted Harry. That concept provided immense joy but there was Ron. Despite his best efforts, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to make his relationship with Ron work. Even though Harry had moved out, things hadn't gone back to normal and he realized that he was foolish to even think that they would. He'd already decided that he'd needed to do something about their situation.

He was going to break up with Ron, that was a given. Ron deserved someone who actually wanted to be with him, and only him. And he couldn't take the guilt anymore.

But he really didn't want to tell him about Harry. If Hermione was correct, then he had a real chance with Harry. At least, he would have had a chance.

Draco seriously didn't know what was going to happen now. He knew he was beginning to waffle mentally. Would Harry still want Draco? Even though, it might cost him his friendship with Ron? Could Draco actively damage their relationship?

It was wholly nonsensical to injure their friendship. Admittedly, he didn't even know if they'd truly gotten over their fight the night before. Ron blatantly refused to talk about it, claiming that everything was fine. The word 'fine' never implied anything actually good. It was the word people utilized to avoid explaining how they really felt.

As for and Harry, that was another subject entirely. They hadn't spoken. Harry was still angry with him for the way he acted at the party, he just knew it.

And, he was selfish. He didn't want to tell Ron about his feelings for Harry because he was a coward. A pure blown chicken, he could almost feel the feathers poking out from under his skin.

The sharp sound of children's jovial screams as they played in the park drug Draco out of his silent wonderings. He stood and made his way home, determined to put both Harry and Ron out of his mind. They were idiots, all three of them.

Draco sat on the floor in his living room the next night, knee-deep in treatment research for a new patient. He tried in vain to concentrate but thoughts of Harry and Ron kept exploding fireworks in his head. He felt like he was going insane. He tore off his reading glasses, stretched out his legs and sighed profoundly.

He was expecting Ron any moment. He'd been working all day and Draco had not had any time to talk to him. They were to go out to dinner, plans he'd made before going to see Hermione.

He would just have to get it over with, now that he'd decided, he didn't see any reason to wait. He would end his relationship with Ron.

The only thing that he hadn't decided was whether or not he was going to tell Ron that he'd spoken to Hermione. If he did, it would certainly open a whole new can of worms.

As if on cue, the buzzer rang announcing Ron's presence.

"I can't go out. I've got to get back to the ministry." Ron didn't bother to pass the threshold.

"Why?"

"I've got some follow up work to do…there was an incident today." Ron said carefully.

Draco didn't like the tone of his voice. "What kind of incident?"

"Well, during an interrogation, Harry was cut with some kind of knife. He didn't even want to go to the hospital but we made him, obviously."

Draco felt his entire body tense and his heart dropped into his stomach. "He's alright?" He couldn't keep the emotion out of his voice and he couldn't be bothered to care at that point.

Ron nodded slowly and his eyes hardened slightly. "He's completely fine. He's just gone home for the night."

Draco rang the buzzer for the third time. Harry was home, he knew it. He could vaguely hear the irksome noise of a muggle television set coming from inside the flat. He pulled out his wand and counted to ten. He was three seconds away from firing his first unlocking spell when the door swung open.

"I certainly hope you aren't here to pick a fight or something because, truth be told, I've had a trying day." Harry stated halfheartedly

"I'm not." Draco couldn't think of anything to say. He'd just wanted to make sure Harry was alright, to see him with his own eyes. And now, that he was there, he realized that he didn't exactly have a reason. Harry was fine, Ron had told him that. What could he say?

Harry stepped away from the door, leaving it open, and fled to the couch. Draco took that as an invitation and prodded through the entryway, closing the door quietly behind him.

"I heard you were hurt." Draco sat down across from Harry.

"Its all better now." Harry didn't elaborate and busied himself with flipping channels.

"Can I see?"

"There's nothing to see. I saw a healer."

"Harry. There's always residual magic from healing spells and I want to know what the injury was. Show me." Draco ordered in his demanding healer voice. The voice he employed with children and temperamental adults.

Harry turned and looked at him piercingly. "Are you here to nurse me, Draco?"

"Yes." Draco breathed and tapped his wand against his palm. Harry shook his head but complied by lifting his shirt slightly. Draco's eyes widened in astonishment at a four inch wound on Harry's stomach. "Ron said you were cut…that's a massive gash, Harry."

"It was, but its fine, really. Doesn't hurt." Harry responded and tapped two fingers on the scar to prove his point.

"Who healed it? Because, the anti-scaring charm they applied could use some work." Draco inquired, annoyed at the shitty treatment Harry had received.

"Seamus." Harry dropped his hand, letting his shirt fall back over his trousers.

"Figures. Finnegan doesn't know his arse from a hole in the ground." Draco jumped up waved his arms around, motioning for Harry to do so as well. "Stand up and take your shirt off. I'll fix it."

Harry tossed the remote control onto the coffee table as he stood and set about unbuttoning his shirt. Draco forced himself to concentrate on the task he'd assigned himself but the view was fantastically distracting as inch by inch of gloriously toned, sun-kissed skin was revealed. Then the shirt was completely gone and tossed to the sofa.

After several seconds passed, Harry cleared his throat. Draco's eyes sought his and watched as Harry raised a graceful eyebrow in question. Oh god, Draco realized he'd been ogling Harry, so he shook his head several times and focused his attention on his project, promptly ignoring the discomfort of his swelling erection.

Draco traced the wound with his finger and sighed audibly. As soon as he was promoted as head of staff, he fully intended to rid St. Mungos of one Seamus Finnegan. Harry stood rigid while Draco muttered under his breath and waved his want back and forth, casting the proper charms.

He smiled in accomplishment as the scar dimmed and then vanished entirely. Without thinking, he laid his free palm flat against Harry's stomach and rubbed a small circle around the missing wound. "Now, its all better."

He felt Harry's sturdy frame shudder as his stomach muscles tightened beneath Draco's hand. His erection returned in full force at Harry's reaction to his touch. Recklessly, he stepped closer and extended his hand to massage more of Harry's abdomen.

Tension was running rampant through both their bodies and Draco wasn't sure how much more he could withstand Apparently, Harry was considering the same thing for he speedily grabbed Draco's hand and wrapped it around his waist, forcing Draco closer and pulling him into a warm embrace.

He wasn't breathing properly and he knew it as he laid his head on Harry's shoulder. The combination of two hands stroking his back and the prominent erection poking his thigh, he knew that temptation had already won over morality.

He leaned back to look at Harry, to gauge him. His eyes were burning, he wanted Draco but he was holding back. It was obvious. His hands steadily climbed from Draco's back, over his neck, and into his hair.

Harry feathered his fingers through Draco's hair, framing Draco's face as he titled it up to meet his. He studied it closely but didn't lean any closer.

"Draco?" Harry's breath whispered along his skin as he extended a thumb and ran it across Draco's lips. Draco knew that if his heart throbbed any faster, it would shatter into a thousand pieces. He knew what he had to say, if he could articulate it. He opened his mouth several times to speak, but his thoughts were incoherent and distracted at best. "Its alright," he finally said breathlessly. He'd never wanted anything more in his entire life.

Harry's grin was as sinful and sexy as it was insinuative. Before Draco could ponder Harry's expression further, Harry's lips descended on his with a force that would have caused Draco to stumble backwards if Harry hadn't been holding him so tightly. Draco opened his mouth and admitted him at once. Their tongues engaged in a familiar dance and Draco pushed himself against Harry, as close as he could get, their bodies touching from thigh to chest with no room for any more words. He didn't want anything else between them.

Breaking away, Harry kissed a trail from his jaw line to his ear and captured a smooth lobe, sucking it gently. Draco whimpered and gripped Harry at his waist with as much strength as he could muster as Harry's delicious lips moved to kiss and suck at his neck. Draco gathered as much of Harry's trousers in his fist as he could as squeezed. The sensations were overwhelming but suddenly they stopped.

Harry lifted his head, searching Draco's eyes. He smiled in satisfaction at what he saw, intertwined their hands and led Draco to his bedroom. Oh god, this is really happening, Draco's mind cried in nervousness and anticipation.

He barely noticed their surroundings as Harry tenderly pressed him down onto the mattress and hovered over him. Draco sighed as their lips met again.

He relished the feel of Harry's lips moving against his, his hands caressing Draco's chest through the fabric of this shirt before setting to work on the buttons. A solid grip on his shoulders urged Draco to raise slightly for the complete removal of his shirt, their kiss uninterrupted.

A weight descended upon him and he moaned at the flesh on flesh contact as Harry continued his campaign to drive Draco insane with need.

Too soon, Harry's moved off him and adjusted his position spanning Draco's legs. He once again set about kissing Draco's neck before traveling down his chest. A loud groan pierced the air as Harry nibbled and sucked on one nipple before moving to the other, then licked his way to the top of Draco's trousers. He sat up and grinned before utilizing one hand to unfasten Draco's trousers while massaging Draco's prominent erection with the other.

"Oh, fuck!" Draco howled as Harry divested him of the rest of his clothing. "yours…" was all he could articulate, sitting up and reaching for Harry's belt.

If Draco had thought Harry was gorgeous with his clothes on, it was nothing compared to the naked Adonis in front of him. He pulled Harry back on top of him and kissed him fiercely, their erections rubbing sensuously together. "Harry…please." Draco whined pitifully.

Harry pecked Draco on the lips one last time then wandlessly summoned a bottle of lube and slid down his body. He soaked his fingers and worked his way into Draco's body, first with one, then two, and finally three. As he worked his fingers, he thoroughly licked Draco's erection, swirling his tongue around its slit causing Draco to writhe and moan beneath him.

"Harry…I can't…now." Draco panted, inundated with passion. It was pleasurable torture and Draco didn't think he'd be able to hold off much longer.

Harry ceased his other activities and lubed his own erection.

He fastened his lips on Draco's as he pushed into him in one fluid motion. Draco tore his mouth away the second Harry was fully sheathed and he felt the friction deep inside his body. "Oh my god, yes" Draco grunted.

"Draco," Harry moaned as he built up a rhythm, Draco joined it perfectly and matched him thrust for thrust until they were screaming aloud in pleasure.

Harry slowed several times before speeding back up, prolonging their coupling, afflicting them both with beautiful agony. Harry's eyes gave him away, Draco knew the exact moment that they were both to lose control.

Harry reached between to stroke Draco's erection, but the first touch sent Draco over the edge and he arched his back and came with a throaty shout as Harry emptied himself into Draco's body simultaneously, calling out his name.

Draco awoke early the next morning. It was still dark outside and the clock read just after four. He couldn't believe that he'd actually spent the night with Harry. They'd made love once more as they explored and pleasured each other with their lips, hands, and bodies, before falling in a contented slumber.

And making love was the appropriate term for Draco knew that he was in love with Harry. A part of him knew that he always had been. He was so sure of it now. Harry was now as necessary to him as air or water and he was at a total loss of what to do about it.

"Don't go. Stay with me." Harry had whispered so softly that it was barely audible when Draco attempted to finagle his way out of Harry's arms, intending to dress and go home.

"Alright." Draco whispered and settled back against Harry. Draco watched as Harry's lips curved into a tender smile. He fell back asleep within a couple of minutes.

Draco, however, laid awake for a while and watched Harry as he slept, the rise and fall of his chest, and soft breathing caused Draco's heart to ache with affection. He ran a finger through Harry's fringe and traced his jaw line before falling back into his own slumber.

A soft buzzing noise woke Draco from a sound sleep for the second time. He felt the mattress shift and pried his eyes open. Harry was leaning over him, reaching for something on the nightstand. It was his cell phone and he turned if off quickly then settled once more against Draco's side, wrapping his arms around the lithe blonde.

"Who was it?" Draco inquired sleepily.

"Nobody." Harry replied and pulled him into an even closer embrace. Nobody? That's another word people use to avoid telling the truth. Ron instantly popped into Draco's mind.

"You're lying to me." Draco said, attempting to untangle his legs from Harry's to give him an advantage in dealing with Harry's iron grip around his middle.

"Okay. It was Ron. Stop wiggling, you don't have to go anywhere." Harry tightened his hold.

"Yes, I do. I've to be at work soon. And so do you." Draco replied as he struggled. Ron's face floated in and out of his mind. He had gotten so enveloped in being with Harry and contemplating his feelings that he'd fully disregarded his boyfriend. He waited for the panic to hatch as Harry hugged him close and gingerly kissed Draco's shoulder but it never came.

He expected unpleasant guilt to set in and it did but it simply could not surpass the feelings of utter contentment and warmth he felt being in Harry's arms.

Harry chuckled and caught Draco's lips in a brief kiss before letting him go entirely. Draco climbed out of the bed and left for the bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later, Harry was on the phone.

"I don't need to stay home." Harry said as he pulled on his underpants. Draco stood in the doorway and watched as Harry listened to whoever was on the line.

"Well…just tell him that I'm coming in anyway. You should stay home and sleep Ron, you were there late." Harry said into the phone before slapping it shut. He pulled on a pair of trousers and turned, catching sight of Draco. "I had to call him back...it was work"

"I noticed." Draco said and began searching for his clothes to dress. Harry fiddled about and made the bed while he waited patiently for Draco to finish.

"About last night…" Draco began as he finished buttoning his shirt. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say. He wanted Harry to say something, anything to express his feelings.

"Please don't say that it was a mistake. Because it wasn't." Harry said softly.

"I wasn't going to." Draco reacted honestly.

Harry smiled in relief. "Good. Can I see you later?"

"Yeah."