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Chapter 12- Our Choices Define Us

Draco slowly awoke, raven hair and the faint smell of sex hitting his senses. He looked down, his fingers weaving through the mess of hair that lay on top of his chest. He couldn't help but smile as last night came back to him. It felt nice to have Harry lay on top of him after a night full of mind blowing sex. His body ached from the excursion- he could almost hear the lecture he was going to get from Madame Pomfrey but it didn't matter. Harry Potter was finally his. Nothing could ruin that.

He poked the sleeping Slytherin, watching as he moaned, wrapping his arms tighter around his naked flesh. He rolled his eyes, shaking the golden boy awake.

Harry didn't even open eyes after the second assault, but finally made a sound. "What?"

"Time to wake up, we have school," He said softly, wanting nothing more to just stay in this bed all day.

He chuckled as the Slytherin groaned, propping his head on his chest, those emerald orbs staring through his silver ones- an evident pout spreading on the mans face. "Five more minutes,"

"Maybe for you, but I have to have a shower," He replied, grinning at the pouting golden boy.

"No, you stay too," Harry whined, lazily kissing along his chest, up his neck and finally finding his lips.

"Then what shall we ever do? I'm wide awake now," He asked, feeling as Harry smiled underneath him as he continued to kiss along his chest.

He gasped as Harry wrapped his fingers around his morning erection, a devious smirk adorning his face. "I can see that. Dreaming about me were you?"

"No... I was dreaming about Dean," He replied, smiling as Harry snarled at him, his grip tightening around his morning wood. "Too soon?"

"What am I ever going to do with you?" Harry teased, shaking his head at him. He moaned as Harry bit down on him, most likely leaving a very evident mark, proclaiming to the world what he'd been up to.

He moaned again as Harry continued his assault on him. "Whatever you want," He finally said, knowing he was in position to argue with the man.

"I want you inside me," Harry exclaimed, his hands finding his cock once more. He moaned, already feeling pre-cum forming.

"Are you sure? After everything..." He asked, not wanting to lose the Slytherin again. Not that he could wait long. If he was going to wake up to a naked Harry Potter, his resolve wasn't going to last much longer.

"I don't have to beg, do I?" Harry replied, his emerald green eyes full of determination. He grabbed Harry then, flipping him so he was on top.

"It might help," He smirked, leaning down to kiss Harry once more.

"Kinky bastard," Harry said, pumping him firmly as he looked up at him. His voice changed then, almost moaning out the last words. "Please, oh please Draco. I need you inside me. It's all I think about, all I dream about. Please oh great sex god, fuck me,"

He chuckled, his will power gone as he pushed Harry's thighs apart, finding space between them. The man wrapped his one leg around his waist as he leaned down to kiss Harry. The kiss was messy as he reached over to his bedside to grab a bottle of wizard lube from his drawer. He growled as he opened it impatiently, lathering his fingers and cock. When his fingers were lubricated to his liking, he thrusted them roughly into Harry.

"Tell me if it hurts," He commented, feeling as Harry clenched around him.

The needy moan that erupted from Harry then made his cock twitch. He could have came right there. "I can take it Malfoy. Now stop being nice and get on with it before I find someone else,"

"You're mine," He growled, shoving a third finger into Harry's entrance. He couldn't believe how tight he was as he prodded the golden boy, trying to find the exact spot.

He smirked as he found it, watching Harry become a shrivelling, moaning pile of mush beneath him. "I think... you're going to have to show me,"

"I can arrange that," He said, pulling out his fingers, immediately replacing them with his cock. He shoved himself halfway up then stopping as Harry clenched around him.

Harry froze, looking up at him as he withered underneath him, trying to get a better angle. He denied it. "Say it."

"I hate you," Harry moaned, wrapping his fingers around himself, trying to find some release. "Oh for the love of Salazar, I'm yours. All yours Draco Lucius Malfoy now move or else I'm going to come right here,"

"I can't say no to you sweetheart," He mocked, grabbing Harry's thighs as he thrusted into the man all the way to the hilt. He screamed out as Harry's unbelievable tightness enveloped him.

"Oh Merlin," Harry moaned, as he quickened the pace. "Fuuuuuck,"

He panted as he pounded into the Slytherin harder, the headboard banging against the wall. He leaned down to kiss Harry as he went deeper- the golden boy wrapping his legs around his waist to keep up with his brutal pace. "So bloody tight,"

"You're... just really big," Harry panted beneath him, digging his nails into him.

He moaned, bitting down on to Harry's shoulder, leaving his mark on Harry's tanned flesh. "Just big enough, right?"

"Oh yes... just fucking right..." Harry moaned, capturing their lips together. "Oh...right there... don't fucking stop,"

He smirked, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back it in, hitting the prostate each time. He loved watching Harry's eyes roll as he hit the spot just right. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, neither was Harry. He grabbed Harry's neglected throbbing cock, wanting to give it as much attention as his was receiving.

"Fuck... harder. I'm going to come..." Harry screamed out, thrusting into his hand as he continued to pound into the younger man.

"Come for me," He replied, wanting Harry to come first. He matched his pace inside Harry with his hand, watching as Harry's head fell back into the sheets, moaning hard as he came all over his chest.

He groaned, feeling as Harry's muscles clamped down on his cock, milking him as he rode out his orgasm. "Come inside me Draco,"

That's all he needed as he saw white, spilling his seed deep inside the Slytherin, falling on top of the golden boy. Unbelievable he thought as he pulled out of Harry, hearing a slight hiss coming from his still panting roommate.

"Better than last time?" Harry asked, finally cutting the silence. He chuckled, looking over at Harry.

"Much, I barely remember the first time" He stated, giving Harry a quick kiss. "Am I worth the trouble now?"

"I guess," Harry said, grinning at him. "It was pretty good,"

"You mean fucking unbelievable for morning sex," He said, grabbing Harry's now limp cock, bringing it to life. "Do I need to show you again?"

"No, I'm good," Harry said, pushing him off as he stood up, a slight limp as he walked toward the bathroom. "Besides we have school remember?"

School. He groaned, almost forgetting that's why they were awake. He wasn't sure how it was going to be for the two of them- out in the open. It's not like they could tell anybody, who would believe them anyway?

"You coming Dray? I know how you get when you don't shower," Harry teased, making him jump out of bed and follow his lover to the shower. Who cared? As long as Harry was his, it honestly didn't matter.

He smiled. Again. He just couldn't help it. He'd never been this happy before. Who knew Draco Malfoy could permanently put a smile on his face?

He thought he'd have doubts after choosing Draco. After kissing him. Especially after fucking him. Except that voice never came. He'd finally let the Slytherin in- finally let himself be true to who he was. And he had no regrets.

He jumped as Draco grabbed him, pulling him into the very same broom closet they'd first kissed in. He laughed as he was pressed against the door, Draco's lips finding his in a demanding kiss. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around the blond's neck as he deepened the kiss.

It was minutes before they pulled apart, both needing to catch their breath. "You know at this rate, we're never getting to class,"

"I won't get to kiss you again for the rest of the day, figured I might as well do it now," Draco replied, smiling down at him as his arm still rested on his waist. "Unless you want to just tell everybody,"

"I don't know, I don't want anyone to ruin this. I want you Draco, I do but I'm not sure if I'm ready for everyone to... you know," He said, unsure of what to say. He smiled as Draco pulled him closer to his chest, his head resting on his.

"Tell you I'm worthless prat who is only using you to give to the dark lord," Draco replied, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Something like that,"

Draco just smiled at him as he let him go, opening the door, peaking out before exiting. He followed behind, wishing he could just tell everyone. To be honest, he really didn't care what his friends thought of Draco and him being together. He just didn't want anyone ripping them apart for 'his own good'.

They finally made their way to the Great Hall, all eyes on them as they entered together. He smiled as Blaise waved at him from the Gryffindor table. His heart was torn, sit with the Gryffindors or with Draco.

Draco stopped then, turning to look at him. "See you in Potions?"

"What?" He asked, looking at the blond curiously.

"You've been sitting with... them for the past week. I figured I'd catch you in Potions," Draco replied, nodding toward the Gryffindor table before taking a step toward the Slytherin table.

Without thinking, he grabbed the blond, pulling him back toward him. "Really? Just like that? No fighting? No, you're a Slytherin and my boyfriend, you will sit with me?"

"We aren't telling anyone right? Wouldn't it be weird if we were suddenly best friends again? I assumed you'd sit with them. I don't want you to sit with them. I won't sit with any Gryffindor. So that leaves us sitting at other tables, even if you are a Slytherin and my boyfriend," Draco teased, grinning at him. "Now you might want to punch me or something, your friends are giving me the death glare,"

"Too bad for them. I'm sitting with you, at our table," He said, grabbing Draco tie playfully as he pulled him toward the Slytherin table. "Just because I don't want to tell anyone about us, doesn't mean I'm ignoring you. We were friends once, we can pretend again."

"Good because I had no intention in letting you sit with them," Draco replied, smirking at him as he pulled him down next to him.

"You two are talking again?" Nott asked as he sat next to him. He nodded as Draco wrapped his arm around his shoulder.

"We kissed and made up," Draco teased, making both him and Nott chock.

"Seriously?" Daphne asked, looking at the two of them. He shook his head violently, glaring at Draco.

"No, it's just an expression. We're friends again, that's all," Draco finally said, his hand finding his inner thigh, rubbing it playfully. "Right Harry?"

"Yes, just friends," He managed to say as he swallowed back a moan. Draco just winked at him, letting him go to sip on his coffee.

"Just before the Quidditch game, great timing you two. We were really worried we'd be out a seeker," Miles pipped up from across the table, other members of the Quidditch team nodding in agreement.

"No way, even if Draco and I were fighting, I wouldn't miss our first match for the world. We're going to dominate, and hopefully win," He said, everyone at the table erupted in cheers, Draco just smiled at him as he raised his glass. "To Slytherin,"

"SLYTHERIN" Everyone at their table screamed out, all the other tables were staring at them now. He smirked, his eyes fixated at the Gryffindor table, tipping his glass toward his friends in a warning. There was no way he was going to let them win.

Draco leaned into him then, his hand finding its way back to his inner thigh. He gasped opening his legs slightly, giving Draco more access. His voice was low but still held that seductive tone. "If we win, I'm taking you so hard on our bed you won't be able to walk for a week,"

"And if we lose?" He whispered back, their lips inches from each other.

"I'll just have to tie you to our bed and punish you,"

Draco winked at him then, pulling back to converse with Daphne. Win or lose, he couldn't wait for their Quidditch game. Nothing could ruin this day.

Blaise wasn't stupid. If there was one thing he could cling to in the chaos of this year was his brilliance. So when he saw Draco and Harry walk into the Great Hall together that morning he knew there was something more behind it. They hadn't just made up and became friends. That would have been impossible. Though Harry forgiving Draco seemed unlikely- but he had.

He could almost admire Draco for whatever manipulation skills he used this time on Harry if he didn't actually care about the golden boy. He'd seen first hand what Draco had done to Harry. Those two he believed should never have been roomed together. They were both utterly obsessed with each other, ignoring their better judgement to be with each other.

Draco was, in all purposes a death eater. Sure, he didn't have the mark but he knew Lucius was going to give his son to his dark lord eventually. He also knew Draco would never defy his father because he loved his mother too much. Draco wasn't a good guy anyway, he'd been using dark curses for as long as he'd known the boy. He'd never care about mudbloods or blood traitors. He would always be a pure-blood and at the end of the day he would choose that life over Harry. No matter what. He knew the blond didn't believe in Voldemort's grand plan but he'd never lower himself to the light side.

Then there was Harry. Boy-who-lived. Golden boy. Saint Potter. Yeah, sure he was a Slytherin now but at the end of the day he was going to join the war and ultimately kill Voldemort. Or die trying. It was in his nature, no house could change that. His parents were killed by the dark lord himself and no man could ever love someone enough to join a side who wanted him dead.

So, at the end of the day Draco and Harry's relationship had an expiration date. And it killed him watching them be together.

He'd been attached to the couple every chance he could get. Hoping his suspicions were wrong. He'd observed Draco and Harry at breakfast, both of them might as well have put a sign over their heads saying- We're together. Everyone else seemed be too dense to realize. Except Granger, she at least saw they were both obsessed with each other. Maybe Harry's friends just didn't want to admit their friend was in love with the enemy. He could barely believe it himself.

They would eventually break each other's heart. Most like Draco doing the breaking. The man had never been in a serious relationship before. Draco Malfoy didn't do relationships. At all. After the sex got boring, or the novelty of shagging the golden boy wore off he could bet every galleon he had that Draco would break it off to pursue someone else.

Usually he would just watch the disaster unfold but he felt he owed Harry so he decided to confront Draco. Not that it was going to be easy. He was nearly impossible to get alone. So when he saw the blond walk out of his advanced Potions class alone- he cornered him.

"Draco," He called out, watching as the Slytherin turned, giving him a confused but dangerous smirk. "Can we talk?"

"What could we possibly have to talk to about Blaise?" Draco asked, his voice cold as he looked at him intently. "Last time I checked you tried to tear up my relationship with Harry. So I have nothing to say to you,"

"I never tried to ruin your relationship with Harry, you did a great job doing that by yourself," He replied, yelping as Draco pinned him to the castle wall, his wand pointed directly under his chin.

"You knew how much I wanted him and you kissed him. Touched him. So don't say you had nothing to do with it. I know you don't want me with Harry. Think I'll taint him, turn him against everyone he loves," Draco snarled, his silver eyes laced with evil. He smiled, finally seeing the Draco he knew and sometimes admired.

"Maybe I do. You don't love him Draco, you can't love him. I don't think you even know how to love anyone. You'll use him and toss him like you do everyone else," He stated, watching as Draco's eyes narrowed, he knew he was close to getting jinxed. "So let him go before you break his heart. If you care about him at all, you'll let him go. You and I both know you can't be with him. He's the boy-who-lived remember, one day you'll be standing next to the very man who killed his parents,"

"Why should I? I want him, he wants me. Why should some war define our relationship? He accepts who I am, and I accept who he is. We're just teenagers Blaise, and I'm not letting some old men in robes tell me who I can and cannot love," Draco stated, letting him go. There was almost sadness in the blond's eyes as he turned, walking away. "Besides, Harry is my only chance of getting a different life, I'm not giving up on that for the world,"

Harry practically bolted Care of Magical Creatures wanting nothing more to be next to Draco. Only a week ago, was he thankful not to have the class with the blond, now he wished they had every class together. It was sort of pathetic how much he missed the blond, they'd only been apart for more than an hour. He just loved being around the man, even though most times he was teasing him relentlessly.

"Harry,"

He looked up to see Neville calling to him from the path. He smiled, jogging toward the Gryffindor.

"Hey," He replied, following beside Neville as they made their way back to the castle. He was surprised not to see Blaise waiting for him. He figured the Ravenclaw had figured out they gotten together. He sort of wanted to talk to someone about their relationship, maybe it would feel more real. "How was Herbology?"

"Good, got an O on my latest project," Neville said excitingly, he wondered if the man ever got a mark below Outstanding in Herbology. "Look Harry I wanted to talk to you about Malfoy before he appears,"

"Please Neville, save me the speeches. I already received them from Ron, Hermione, the twins, pretty much the entire school. I get it, Malfoy is a git. He's using me. You don't need to remind me," He stated, rolling his eyes as he quickened his pace.

"No it's not that," Neville stated, matching his stride. "I just wanted to say congratulations,"

That made him stop dead in his tracks. He looked at Neville curiously who just seemed to be smiling him like usual. No malice in his eyes. No trickery. He was confused to say the least. "For what?" He finally managed to ask.

"You and Malfoy. You're together right?" Neville asked simply, his mouth just falling open in shock. The boy laughed beside him, dragging him toward the castle. "Oh come on, it's pretty obvious."

"How?" He finally uttered, unable to form any real sentences. Out of anyone, Neville was the last person he thought would know about the two of them.

"Remember when I told you Draco apologized to me for attacking you? Well when he... attacked me he told me you were his. At first I figured he meant to control you. Then when he apologized to me, he was in tears, telling me he wished he'd never screwed up. That you would never forgive him. He was a real mess. I mean Malfoy wouldn't be that upset over losing you as just a friend right? Then I realized the man was in love with you. It was the only thing that made sense. You willingly kissing Blaise Zabini and turned your back on your friends only days after being sorted into Slytherin. Malfoy actually becoming friends with you and not trying to torture you. Only love can make someone do such irrational things," Neville explained as the continued their way into the castle. He could only smile, nodding along. "So I just wanted you to know that at least one of your friends supports your relationship with the git, Merlin knows why. I hope he treats you better than he treats any of us,"

"He does," He could only say, his smile returning. "You won't tell anyone right?"

"Of course not, no one would believe me anyway. Can I ask you one thing though," Neville asked, he nodded, knowing exactly what the question was going to be. "Why Malfoy?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. There's just something about him. His blond hair, silver eyes, the way he says my name. The way when he looks at me, like I'm the only person in the room. The way he smiles at me. The way he makes me smile. I don't know why I like him, all I know is I can never stop thinking about him. He makes me happy, unbelievably so," He said, his smile spreading. "So I just gave in to him and I haven't been able to stop smiling since. He may be a total git, but he's my git,"

Neville laughed at that, making him chuckle alongside him. "It's nice to see you this happy Harry. I hope he likes you as much as you like him," Neville replied, waving at him before walking toward the Gryffindor common rooms.

He was feeling optimistic as he turned the corner toward the Great Hall. Having at least one of his Gryffindor friends supporting his relationship made him hopeful for the future. Maybe soon he would have the courage to tell everyone. No wonder he wasn't in Gryffindor anymore, being more calculating than brave.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there Malfoy. Did that hurt? Poor little Malfoy, where's your little henchmen when you need them? The Gryffindors really fucked you up huh," Harry's ears perked up hearing Draco's name as the whispers came closer.

He darted in the next hallway as he watched Marcus Belby trip Draco, the blond falling to the ground, groaning. He knew Draco was still sore from the beating he received from the Gryffindors only mere days ago. He growled, pressing himself to the wall as he inched closer. He watched as Terry Boot and Michael Corner laughed as Draco tried to push himself up, only to be forced to the ground again. Three against one. Really?

He didn't even think twice as he hexed Marcus, watching as he tripped over himself. He smirked, moving to Terry who was the one who touched Draco. He laughed as his jinx made the mans hair turn a nice shade of green. He then hit him with another jinx, watching as he flew into the nearest castle wall. Before he could hex Michael, Draco was to his feet and doing exactly that. He watched as the man withered in agony, he wondered if that was the same curse he'd struck Fred with.

"Thanks I didn't even see them coming. I was waiting to walk to supper with you when they attacked me. Fucking Ravenclaws, think they're better than me," Draco snarled, glaring down at Marcus, his wand pointed dangerously at his face.

"What did you even do?" He asked, watching as the three Ravenclaws inched themselves away from them.

"Who knows. Probably thought I was weak after my attack from the Gryffindors. They weren't wrong, except they didn't know you'd show up to attack them," Draco replied, wrapping his arm around his waist. "Let's go eat,"

"You might want to release Michael from your curse, they could link you to it. I wouldn't want us to be disqualified from our game because a Ravenclaw couldn't take a beating," He stated, watching as Draco huffed, undoing his spell.

"Fine, only because I don't want any doubt when we crush the Gryffindors," Draco stated, both of them making their way to the Great Hall.

They entered, making their way to the Slytherin table. As they sat, there was an eruption of laughter from their table. Harry looked over to see the three Ravenclaws they just attacked making their way into the Great Hall, Terry and Michael supporting Marcus who couldn't walk straight.

"Please tell me you two did that," Nott exclaimed between laughter as all three of them shot glares in their general direction.

"Wasn't me, look at Harry. What did you do to Marcus?" Draco asked him, a Malfoy smirk spread on his tanned features.

"He tripped you so I jinxed him so he'd constantly trip over himself. Brilliant, right?" He stated, the entire Slytherin table began laughing again.

"Hey Marcus, trip over anything recently," Nott called out, watching as Marcus turned to yell back only to fall, bringing the other two with them. "That just made my day. Things were getting dull around here,"

"I couldn't agree more," Draco replied, watching with amused smirk as the three Ravenclaws struggled to get to their table.

"You're sexy when you're evil," Daphne replied with a giggle, turning back to her food. "And you were a Gryffindor once, a shame. All the things you could have been if you were sorted into Slytherin in first year,"

He gasped as Draco's hand found themselves back on his thigh again, his legs opening immediately at the touch. This was almost becoming a regular thing at their table. Draco's face inched towards his ear, his scent overwhelming as he pressed his body to his. "I have to agree with Daphne, you're sexy when you're evil. Watching as you got off jinxing those poor Ravenclaws. I almost took you against the wall,"

"I wish you had," He whispered back, their eyes fixated on one another. It felt like eternity as they stared at each other, he wanted nothing more to snog the blond right there. Everything be damned.

"Attention students,"

He broke eye contact with Draco to turn to look over at Professor Dumbledore who was standing up behind the podium. Everyone in the hall went silent, Draco however kept his hand on his thigh as he watched the headmaster.

"I have some good and bad news to share with all of you. Since the recent sorting of every student, we've gotten numerous complaints about the new housing arrangements. I have just received word from the ministry that they would like me revoke the last sorting. I have decided to agree with their wishes except I believe it's up to the students to choose. You have until the end of the Quidditch game on Sunday to decide if you want to stay in your house or go back to the one you were originally sorted into. Please inform your head of house what your decision is so they can relay it to me. Make sure you choose wisely, you won't get another chance" Dumbledore announced, Draco's hand immediately leaving his thigh.

What in Merlin's name was he going to do?

... O.o. So much drama. What will Harry ever do? How will Draco feel? What house do you think Harry should choose? Tell me what you think! Like it? Hate it?

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