***This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.***

Warnings:Slash/ Graphic Sexual Content (ChW/O) (H/D)/ Coarse Language -As always, I am beta-less (as you can see, because that is so not a word), so any and all mistakes are mine. Now, on with the show... Enjoy!

-Two Weeks Later-

Draco awoke with a start, squinting in the dim light. "What the…?" he mumbled as he stared blearily at his watch. "Fuck." He yawned as he stood and stretched. This was the fourth night in a row he had fallen asleep in the lab.

The levels below the ground floor of Grimmauld Place were far too large to be called storm cellars, too earthy to be called basements, and lacked the proper instruments of torture to be called dungeons. They were, however, the perfect place for Draco to experiment with and brew his own potions. So, after a lengthy discussion with Harry –which had really only consisted of ten words; "May I use those rooms as a Potion's Lab?" and Harry's reply of "Sure."- he was given free reign of the space; something he had used to his advantage many times over the last six years; the past two weeks especially.

He wasn't hiding out; not really. He had gotten a lot of work done over the last ten days he reasoned with himself; Draco was nothing if not dedicated when it came to his potions research; especially when he was trying to avoid things… or people… or Harry.

Not just Harry; Harry and Charlie.

He had made it a point to stay in the lab until the wee hours of the morning every night since Harry's public declaration of their love; he still remembered the last time they had broken their silencing charm over a year ago. He had wanked himself raw listening to the sounds Harry made as he was brought to the height of pleasure; imagining it was himself drawing those sounds from his beautiful mouth, that it was his name Harry called out as he came. But it was different now; he didn't think he would be able to handle it if it happened again, knowing that it wasn't just a one off between them. Listening to sex was one thing; listening to two people make love was something else entirely.

He shook his head; he needed to stop thinking like this. Time to let it go, let Harry go, he thought as he cleared his workspace and headed for the stairs. It was a little after four in the morning, well past the two young lovers' bed times; and with that assurance, he opened the door to the entryway.

The house was quiet; it had been for the last two weeks. The air of tension that had surrounded them all before the Weasley's departure had vanished, but it seemed to have left one of sadness in its wake. Draco was sure it had a lot to do with Harry. His magic had an effect on the space around him; it had always been that way, but the effects had intensified in the last year during their training. Draco had thought the mood of the house would shift for the better once Ron and Molly had left; and considering all that had happened, Harry seemed to be handling it alright for the first couple of days; but his mood had changed dramatically after Ginny left.

The whole house had awakened to the sound of their fight that morning, and everyone was shocked when they saw her storming out of Harry's room, suitcase in hand. She'd flooed to Hogwarts without a word to anyone else, and no one had heard from any of them in the ten days that had since passed. They had all tried to get Harry to talk about it, to tell them what had happened; but he refused to go into detail, telling them only that she was angry with Harry for throwing her mother and brother out and that she didn't feel welcome in his home without them.

Draco had watched silently from the background. It was obvious to everyone that Harry was upset, you could feel it in the air; but Draco knew Harry, and he knew he was more than upset, more than saddened by what had happened; he was angry and conflicted over his anger, he was second guessing not only his decision, but himself… he was hurting and it couldn't have been more obvious to Draco if he had been bleeding all over the floor.

As his friend, Draco knew he should have been there for him; this wasn't about how he was feeling, it was about what Harry needed; but as a man who had just had his every hope of a future with the man he was desperately in love with dashed to bits, he didn't feel he could be objective about the situation. He knew it was selfish, but he just didn't see any way around it.

Draco shook his head; he really needed to stop thinking like this.

The hallway was dark as he rounded the corner. He pulled his wand, ready to cast a quick Lumos when a light at the end of the hall caught his attention. A lamp was lit in the study, its' light seeping beneath the door; Draco stopped outside it, listening. The sound of the writing table scraping against the floor, followed by a loud crash had his nerves instantly on alert and his mind jumping to fantastic conclusions. His wand at the ready, he turned the handle and burst into the room.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…" Charlie groaned as he wrapped a hand around his partner's hip, pulling the man back onto himself as he thrust deep inside him while the other threaded through his dark hair and pulled.

"Ah… yes… Charlie…" the other man gasped as he arched into his lover.

"Jesus! What is it with you people and the study?!" Draco yelled as he threw a hand up to cover his face.

"Draco?"

"Draco!"

"…Oliver?" Draco asked, lowering his hand to look at the two men in front of him. "Charlie… what the fuck are you doing!?" he yelled.

"Draco, this isn't what it looks like!" Charlie said; his cock still buried balls deep in his lover's arse.

"Actually, it's exactly what it looks like." Oliver winked as he reached back to run his fingernails over Charlie's muscled thigh.

"Shut up, Oliver!" Charlie yelled.

"Oh don't insult the man, Charlie." Oliver smirked as he ran his fingers over the faint red marks he'd made.

Draco felt his blood boil as he watched goose bumps break out over Charlie's already flushed skin. "Put your clothes on and tell me what the fuck is going on." He demanded. He turned his head while Charlie righted himself and rummaged around for his shorts. "Draco…" he began, but Draco cut him off.

"What about Harry?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"What do you mean 'what about Harry'?" Oliver asked as he bent to retrieve his knickers and tank top.

"Oliver…" Charlie began.

"What… he hasn't told you?" Draco yelled. "He and Harry have been together for almost two years! Harry pronounced his love for him not three weeks ago!"

"Draco…" Charlie tried again, but Draco was having none of it.

"How could you Charlie? Especially after everything he's been through… after all that he's going through…"

"Draco…"

"How could you betray his trust like this?!"

"Draco…"

"He doesn't deserve this! And with one of his friends no less…"

"Draco, Harry and I aren't together!" Charlie shouted, finally getting Draco's attention.

"…What?"

"Harry and I… we aren't together… we haven't been together in nearly nine months." Charlie said slowly as he held Oliver's hand in his.

"…But…"

"Draco... it's over." Charlie nodded, a small smile stealing across his lips.

Draco's eyes widened; the realization of what Charlie's words meant taking a minute to sink in, and for one brief moment he mirrored the other man's hopeful smile before suddenly bursting into tears.

"Draco?"

"Oh sweetheart." Oliver cooed as he ran to Draco's side and wrapped his arms around him. "I know… men can be such unbelievable bastards can't they." He said as he looked pointedly toward his lover.

"What? You think this is my fault?" Charlie asked.

"Of course I do!" Oliver hissed as Draco continued to sob into his shoulder. "You don't think you might have mentioned this to him a little sooner? And of all the ways for him to find out…"

"Wha-… it wasn't my place to say anything!" Charlie whispered. "It was between Harry and Draco!"

"Still…" Oliver hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes still narrowed on his lover, "You might have said something; you're his friend for Merlin's sake."

"Oli… really… you can't seriously believe that this is my…"

"No; I don't want to hear it." Oliver put his hand up ignoring his boyfriend's protests as he turned his attention back to Draco. "Are you alright sweetie?" he asked as Draco's shoulders began to tremble.

"I'm fine." Draco's laugh was somewhat hysterical as he pulled away, wiping his eyes. "I'm…" he said as his eyes welled up again.

"Oh, honey…" Oliver said.

"No." Draco said, putting his hand out. He took a deep breath, biting his lip. "What he said… that night…?"

"He meant every word." Charlie said firmly.

"And he wasn't talking about…?"

Charlie shook his head as he grinned.

"He was talking about…?"

"I think we all know who he was talking about sweetheart." Oliver said as he patted Draco's shoulder before pushing Charlie back onto the desk and seating himself on his lap, crossing his legs primly.

Draco felt his eyes burning, but he didn't care. He smiled at the two men in front of him. They made a beautiful couple; Charlie, the strapping dragon tamer turned soldier with his arms wrapped lovingly around his pretty prince,Oliver, who just happened to be the most well respected and sought after quidditch player in all of Europe… and the biggest queen on the planet. He felt hot tears running down his cheeks as he began to laugh.

Charlie chuckled lightly while Oliver simply smiled, dabbing at his eyes. "I just hate it when boys cry." He laughed as he ran a finger beneath his eyes in an arc. "It makes me all misty eyed every time… alright," he sighed, stamping his foot. "Enough with the water works; you're making my mascara run."

"Sorry." Draco grinned as he wiped his eyes. "For the mascara… and the mess on your shoulder." He blushed.

"Oh, please… I've had worse than that on me, honey." Oliver grinned as he nodded his head in Charlie's direction.

"Oliver!" Charlie gasped.

"I'm just trying to make him feel better… and it's true." He giggled.

"Shut up." Charlie hissed. "I really am sorry you had to find out like this though Draco." He said as he turned his attention back to Draco.

"I'm not." Draco smiled. "It was worth the mild trauma."

"Trauma!" Oliver gasped as though offended. "We're fucking hot and you know it."

Draco laughed. "I'm gonna go." He said as he turned and headed for the door. "You two should think about locking the door, and maybe throwing up a silencing charm." He winked.

"You do the same." Charlie laughed.

"Have fun!" he heard Oliver's sing song voice behind him as he closed the door

~*~

The sun was coming up; Harry looked beautiful in the soft gray light as he lay sleeping. Draco crossed the room and knelt by his bedside; he smiled as he pressed his hand to his cheek, running his thumb softly over his lips. Harry sighed, parting his lips and kissing the finger gently.

"How did you know it was me?" Draco said softly.

"I always know when you're near." Harry smiled.

Draco stared at his dark haired love, his fingers tracing his lips, his nose, his eyebrows; he hadn't realized how much he had missed just being near him, hearing his voice, and now to touch him, it felt so good… so right. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You wouldn't let me." Harry whispered. He spoke again at the confusion and hurt evident in Draco's expression. "I was just being stupid at first, I should have told you long before that fight; but I wanted to fix things between you and Ron and Ron and me; I let him come between us, I put him before you… and I'm so sorry." He whispered. "But afterward… you were pulling away, and I couldn't do anything to stop you. And after a while, I just thought… maybe I was wrong… about what I thought you felt for me… maybe you didn't…" he stopped, shaking his head as he smiled sadly.

"Oh Harry…" Draco said as he framed the other man's face with his hands, running his thumbs under his eyes to catch the few silent tears that had pooled there. "How could you think that; that I don't love you as deeply and fiercely as I do? If you knew, why did you doubt it?"

Harry's gaze fell from Draco's eyes to his shoulder. "I've been wrong about people before." He whispered.

"Harry…" Draco said as he leaned closer, touching their foreheads together. "You weren't wrong about me." He whispered. "I love you; and I'm sorry it's taken me this long to tell you; I'm sorry I've been such an idiot." He smiled.

"We've both been idiots." Harry grinned. "I love you, Draco." He whispered as his fingertips brushed the side of Draco's face. His breath hitched as he leaned in and their lips touched softly for the first time.

Draco trembled at the light touch and the feeling of Harry's warm breath mingling with his own. "Harry…" he whispered as he kissed first one corner of his mouth then the other before brushing their lips again. He held his breath as he parted his lips over Harry's, his tongue tracing the crease and teasing it gently.

"Draco…" Harry breathed, and moaned slightly when Draco took his opportunity to slip his tongue just past his parted lips. He felt the world slipping away as their tongues touched tentatively, the slick heat melting his heart.

Draco sighed as he pressed further, running his tongue softly over the roof of his lover's mouth and then each of his teeth. He groaned, his hand making its way to the back of Harry's head and threading his fingers through his dark locks as Harry wrapped his lips around his questing tongue and sucked greedily. Goose bumps broke out over his skin and a shiver ran down his spine as he felt Harry's hand at the base of his skull, urging him forward as he scooted back on the bed; Draco smiled into the kiss as he hurried to comply.

He fell onto the mattress gracelessly but couldn't have cared less as Harry's fingers trailed down his back and under his shirt to touch his bare skin. He arched forward as they started a path up his spine, pressing into his skin as though trying to memorize every bump and curve. He responded in kind, his hand falling beneath the sheet to run along Harry's chest and hip and oh god, his bare arse. He trembled as he pressed his hand to the firm flesh and squeezed.

"Mmm…" Harry groaned as he thrust himself forward, his hard cock brushing up against Draco's denims. "Draco…" he gasped as he broke away from the kiss, Draco's lips parting to lick a trail from his jaw to the shell of his ear. "Oh god, Draco…" he moaned as he thrust again, his own hand trailing down Draco's stomach to rest on the clasp of his jeans. "Draco…" he said, his gaze questioning as he pulled back from Draco's torturous treatment of his ear.

"Merlin yes." Draco hissed as he pulled Harry back in, kissing him deeply.

Harry kissed back with just as much fervor as he unclasped Draco's jeans and reached a hand down his shorts. He groaned as he grasped his hard cock and gave it an experimental tug.

"Ah… Harry!" Draco gasped, arching into his lover's hand. "Please…" he whispered as he lifted his hips. Harry caught on, pulling Draco's pants and shorts down to his knees in one quick motion; Draco did his best to wriggle out of them and was toeing them off a few moments later. The two men gasped as their bodies touched, bare skin from shoulder to thigh, for the first time.

"Mmm... yes..." Harry breathed as he reached between them, palming both their erections and stroking a couple of times.

"Ah… fuck!" Draco arched into Harry's fist as he panted. He reached for Harry, pulling him impossibly closer and flipping them; he sighed at the comforting feeling of Harry's solid weight pressing him into the mattress. He felt as though he were going to buried, and he didn't care if he ever got back up again. Harry brought a hand up to tangle into his hair as he bent closer to take his mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue searching out every dent and groove in his mouth as he rutted against his lover.

Draco groaned as he mirrored Harry's movements, the two of them thrusting against one another. He felt himself tensing, his balls tightening as he neared release. It was heaven, he thought vaguely as Harry gasped his name; hearing those beautiful sounds and knowing they were because of him. They were nothing like what he'd overhead that night with Charlie; they were better, he noted with some satisfaction.

"Draco…" Harry gasped again, his thrusts quickening as he pulled his lips away from Draco's only to bury his face in his neck. "Draco… love you!" he shouted, biting into his pale skin as the first spurts of hot come shot across his groin and stomach.

"Fuck… Harry!" Draco screamed as he fisted his hand in his lover's dark hair and pulled as he followed him in sweet release; his body tensed, every muscle contracting for one suspended moment before he collapsed, boneless and shivering to the mattress once more.

"Draco… Draco… Draco…" Harry whispered again and again as he pressed his lips to the angry red mark on Draco's neck, soothing it gently with his tongue as his body pulsed with the aftershocks.

Draco sighed, burying his nose in Harry's hair and breathing in his scent as he reveled in the afterglow. "I love you." he whispered against his ear.

Harry pulled back, staring down into Draco silver eyes. He smiled as he ran his fingers through his pale, blond hair. "I love you." he said, bending to brush their lips together gently.

Draco parted his lips, not satisfied with the light caress, and pressed his tongue into Harry's waiting mouth once more. He was exhausted, but he'd waited for this, for Harry, for years; a few more kisses in trade for a few minutes extra sleep seemed more than fair.

He hummed into the kiss as Harry took control, sucking Draco's tongue into his mouth and proceeding to ravish him as his hands roamed his body. "I love you." he whispered over and over and Draco wasn't sure which felt better, his kisses and caresses or his words.

Harry pressed a kiss to Draco's collarbone, his fingers tracing idle patterns on his hip bone as he pulled back slightly to stare into his hooded eyes. "I'm sure you already know, but I want to say it anyway," he whispered. "What I said at the table that night, I was talking about you. Charlie and I haven't been together in nearly nine months... I just couldn't do it; knowing I loved you, that I wanted you… I felt like I was being unfaithful." He blushed. "I sound like a twat but… you spoiled me for anyone else years ago."

"Good." Draco smiled, his fingers tracing the stubble on Harry's chin and jaw. "Because now that I have you, you won't need anyone else but me ever again."

Harry's eyes darkened, his love and lust, mingling with uncertainty and fear. "Promise…" he smiled; but Draco heard his unspoken question, his need.

"I promise." He said firmly; he smiled at the relief that flashed through the green eyes he loved so much. "I love you… and you're stuck with me now."

"I think I'll manage." Harry grinned as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Draco yawned as he pulled away. "Oh… sorry." He said, turning his head to cover his mouth.

"Did I wear you out, Draco?" Harry laughed as he pressed his face into Draco's neck.

"Well, yes, you did… but let me assure you, under normal circumstances, I would just be getting started." He smirked as he thrust up against his lover, his hand palming his arse. "But I haven't slept, so I'm a little tired."

"It's after six a.m.!" Harry said. "What were you doing all night and morning long?"

"Besides you?" Draco grinned.

"That was only the past hour."

"I was working in the lab, then I dozed off for about an hour and half, then… I stumbled upon Charlie… and Oliver." Draco blushed.

Harry's brow furrowed for a moment before his eyes widened. "Oh Draco… I'm sorry…"

"Don't." Draco said. "We've said our apologies; I'm not upset… scarred maybe, but not upset." He smiled. "I love you, we're here now; that's all that matters."

"All that matters." Harry said quietly.

"What's wrong?"

Harry shook his head, looking away. Draco frowned as he cupped his lover's face in his hands, turning his face back toward him. "What's wrong?" he asked gently.

"I'm scared." He whispered.

Draco searched Harry's face, his eyes, looking for the source of his disquiet. "He's coming." Draco finally whispered; it wasn't a question.

Harry nodded slowly. "What if… if something happens. I can't lose you… not now." He said, his eyes glazed with unshed tears.

"Oh, love." Draco said as he wrapped his arms around him. "Listen to me. I'm not going anywhere; I made a promise."

"But if…"

"No." Draco said as he pulled away to stare into Harry's eyes. "When we go out to meet him, we'll be going together, and I don't want you thinking about what you stand to lose, I want you thinking about everything there is to gain. We're fighting for each other, for the life we're going to share once this is all over." He said firmly. "Life wins, remember?" He whispered as he took Harry's hand and pressed it over his heart, his own hand mirroring the action. "Love wins… we win… no matter what."

Harry looked down at his lover, his eyes taking in the resolve his saw reflected in those silver depths. He could feel Draco's heartbeat, his magic, his energy flowing through the connection they had made; this is what he needed, what he had dreamed of and yearned for for so long. He had everything he needed to fight, everything he needed to win, everything he needed to live right there in his arms; and he wasn't going to let anyone take that away from him.

He breathed in deeply, leaning close and brushing his nose against Draco's before taking his lips in a deep kiss; he smiled as he pulled away and whispered, "Love wins."

Author's Note:Thus ends our little tale; I hope you all enjoyed it. I know it was pretty short, but like I said in the beginning, this is my first ever chaptered fic... and only my second posting, so I'm still learning. This was my first ever m/m sex scene, so it would be really great to get some feedback that I can put to use in the future. I just want to give a huge "Thank You!" to everyone for reading and a candid snapshot of Oliver Wood in his knickers for everyone who reviewed! See you next time!

-Peace