I approached slowly and pointed my wand at his chest menacingly. Looking at that thin face made me think of that dream again and get even more out of breath: But I have to control myself, because despite feeling the need to grab him, he is still a Death Eater.

I tried to control my breathing. My body is almost completely out of mine control. I've never been this excited before. Am I under some kind of spell? Or maybe it's the effect of some...potion! The stimulant potion Professor Slughorn gave me! Damn old drooler, I bet you made it the wrong potion, because the stimulant potion wasn't supposed to stimulate that much!

Damn it! I have to control my body, if I relax now I can grab Draco Malfoy Although that doesn't seem like a bad thing to me, I'm sure he would curse me if I did.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" I asked breathlessly "You are no longer welcome in Hogwarts!"

Her expression, her eyes, her thin pink lips certainly didn't help my high control.

Heaven help me through this...

Pov Harry Off

Pov Draco On

Harry Potter was pointing his wand at me, which was to be expected.

"Come on, Malfoy, tell me what you're doing here?!"

To be honest, I'm not really sure why I decided to come. Maybe it's because of that weird dream I had about Potter last night. But I would never tell him I'm here because I dreamed we were kissing and I wanted to see him. After all, we're still enemies, and Potter would only hate me more.

"I came because I wanted to... see Dumbledore's funeral!" That was the first excuse that see my head.

I noticed that Potter looked strange, he was panting and his face was flushed.

"See his funeral? After... you spent the year trying to kill him?"

"I didn't mean to kill you, Potter. I was forced to do everything I did! He would kill my family if I didn't."

"Yeah, I've heard that" Panted the brunette "Anyway, you shouldn't have come, someone could have seen you, and you would go to... Azkaban."

"Since when do you care if a Death Eater goes to Azkaban?" I asked trying not to show how happy I am that he cares about me. Harry didn't answer, simply hunched over and leaned against a tree, his glasses

They fell. There was something wrong.

"Are you okay, Potter?" I asked, and took a few steps towards him, feeling apprehensive.

"I'm fine... Don't come closer!" he said almost shouting.

But his face was so flushed and fluffy, and contained an expression I had never seen before, that I felt a strange sensation in my chest at the sight of him panting, and an impulse to touch and kiss him.

What the hell am I thinking?! Just because I dreamed I kissed him doesn't mean that I really want to do it, even though every cell in my body tells me I want to. I'm Draco Malfoy and he's Harry Potter! I have to settle for kissing him only in a dream.

Though Potter looked pained, his gaze at me was blazing as he bit down on his bottom lip.

I took a few more steps closer.

"Potter, do you want me to call someone?"

"No, are you crazy? They will arrest you!"

"But you seem bewitched, or whatever..."

"Malfoy, don't worry, I think this is just the effect of a... a potion Professor Slughorn gave me."

"I've never seen a potion work so slowly. What potion was it for?"

"It was a stimulant potion, but I think... I think it must have been brewed in such a way."

Suddenly he seemed to notice my approach. Our eyes met.

"Draco, please don't. Don't come any closer, or I... won't be able to hold back..."

I don't understand what he means, hold on for what? But his face is red and his expression is so beautiful, I started to want to stop myself from touching him. but obviously Potter's motives are different. Maybe he hates me so much he has to hold back from attacking me. Yeah, that must be it.

I felt a tightness in my heart. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so sad about this? I always knew Potter hated me, I don't know why I feel so bad about it now.

My hand moved practically by itself and landed on his shoulder. he turned around completely facing me. We were so close to each other that I could feel her breath and your sweet breath. Her teary eyes stared at me.

"Do you hate me, Potter?" The question came out before I realized it.

"No..." He said, still staring at me with those bright eyes.

"So you don't want to attack me?"

"Not in the way you're thinking" His voice was now a whisper "Draco maybe you better walk away"

"Why do you want me to leave, Potter?" I didn't want to get away, he now he looked at my mouth and bit his bottom lip.

"Draco... I... I'm sorry"

He looked at me with determination, and before I could react, he threw his arms around my neck and his lips crushed mine with desire and urgency. I was petrified by Potter's act, as my lips were pressed into that soft, warm mouth.

Okay, I really wanted to kiss him for a long time, but I never imagined that I would actually do that.

Potter parted our lips so that I could see his face was all wet with tears.

"Malfoy... I can't control my body. I know you hate me and must be disgusted, but I... I think I'm in love with you!"

I felt my heart stop for a second. I spent the last six years making sure he hated me, and now he kisses me and tells me he loves me? A wave of happiness welled up in my chest, something I'd never felt before.

I caressed her face and, without saying anything else, or even thinking about my actions, I sealed our lips again, in an urgent but precise kiss. I pressed her body against the tree as our tongues intertwined desperately wanting to know each other's mouths. Just like in the dream, only much better.

I couldn't think of anything else, my body started to heat up and crave more contact with Potter's.

Until recently, if someone told me that I would kiss a man one day, I would probably cast a Hex on that person. But now, here, kissing Potter, no I can think in something more natural. He attracts me in such a way that I can't to understand. Your sweet lips bewitch me. Ironic to think that a simple kiss would so bewitch a wizard.

I slipped my hands under his shirt, and felt him thread his fingers through my hair. Our mouths separated only to take a breath and lightly bite each other's bottom lip.

I unbuttoned Potter's shirt. As I kissed and nibbled on his neck, he moaned softly in my ear. That warmed me up even more. From the ful neck down to his pecs, his belly flat and defined until it reached his pants. You could clearly see the volume of the erection. I opened the button and zipper, and I could see his boxers black. I pulled her down freeing his thick, throbbing member.

I ran my tongue over his glans slowly, sucking lightly, teasing him. Harry moaned loudly and bit his bottom lip. I repeated the act a few more times, wanting to see the brunette moan again:

"Dra-co... Ah! Please... Oh!"

I grabbed his member and sucked it with pleasure. The brunette looked like he was going to explode with so much pleasure, one of his hands was on my head holding my hair, while the other held the tree behind him. Her moans were loud, even though she was still biting her lip.

"Draco... you'd better... stop... I'll..."

I sucked it frantically making back and forth movements. And then I felt the hot liquid down my throat. I got up licking my lips and smiling, and kissed him.

I pulled back a little and looked at her beautiful face.

"Potter, we better stop here" I mumbled against my will, and took a step back.

"What? Why?"

"I don't want you to do anything you'll regret later. And I'm still a Death Eater, remember?"

"It doesn't matter! I want you inside me now, Draco Malfoy!"

That was enough for me to make up my mind. I quickly grabbed him and turned him so he was facing the tree.

"Remember that it was you who asked Potter" I whispered in his ear.

I licked his earlobe causing him to shiver, and I was distributing kisses and hickeys by his neck while I removed his already open shirt. I went down giving kisses and licks down his spine until I reached the hem of his underwear, which I lowered at once along with the pants, revealing high your white and hard ass. I licked his entrance lightly, lubricating it a lot, and Harry moaned.

I introduced the first finger slowly, making back and forth movements. As the brunette's moans became more urgent, I inserted the second and third finger, keeping the same movement. When I realized he was used to it, I got up, took my member out of my pants and penetrated him slowly, while masturbating him, to lessen his pain. I was moving slowly. He's so tight!

"Draco... F-faster!" Asked Potter sly.

And I promptly answered his desire, thrusting him deep and fast, while I masturbated him at the same pace. He leaned against the tree to keep from falling, while he moved his body against mine, moaning and begging for more.

Our bodies were sweating and we were moaning so loudly that there was too great a risk of getting caught, but we didn't have enough coherent thoughts to care. We just wanted to feel the most of each other, while sinking into the indescribable pleasure we felt.

"Draco... I love you" Moaned the brunette, coming again.

"Potter...Ah!"

I felt her insides contract, and gozel soon followed. Beljel her neck heaving as she slowly pulled out of him.

The brunette could barely stand up, so I picked up my cloak that was on the floor, and spread it out like a picnic blanket. I sat down and he sat next to me laying his head on my shoulder. We sat in silence as our breathing slowed down.

"Was this all a side effect of that potion? All this fire, and your declarations to me?" Askel, breaking the silence.

Now that I remembered that he had taken that potion, I was completely sure that was the reason for him acting like that, that was the only explanation I could find. Now I didn't know exactly why I had wanted Potter so much, or why I had lost all my control and let myself go.

"Yes, I think it was because of the potion."

"Oh, so everything you said and did..." I started to ask.

"This potion seemed to force me to do and say everything I want and think, against my willing" He said interrupting me.

"So everything you did was something you wanted?"

"Yes" He said blushing.

"So, you really love me?"

"It seems so"

Be surprised, he really loves me. I don't know why, but I felt a wave of happiness grow again in my chest. I felt like I should reply to him properly and say I love him too, but would that be true?

"Were you a virgin, Potter?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Yes I was" he said, his voice hoarse and tired.

"Wow, the famous Harry Potter, who has all the little witches at his feet, was still a virgin!" Wow I took his virginity! I took a deep breath and did my best not to look happy. "But wait, what about that Weasley girlfriend of yours?"

"Gina and I never did anything. Not that she didn't want to, but I thought it better not do nothing, after all she is my best friend's sister and I had to respect her"

"But it didn't help that you played the knight, after all you just betrayed her with me, didn't you, Potter?"

He remained silent for a few minutes. Maybe he has a conscience heavy, her face looked tired.

"I'm not dating Gina anymore. I broke up with her about...two hours ago"

"Wow, and how is she going to react when she finds out that you broke up with her, and a few hours later she threw herself into my arms and..."

"I know, she sure wouldn't react well" He stopped me, lifted his head from my shoulder and leaned her against the tree with her eyes closed. "I can't believe we had sex. he said at last"

I couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret coming from his voice. Which pissed me off a bit.

"Have you ever regretted it?"

"No" He said opening his eyes and looking deep into mine, leaning his head back on my shoulder.

I could tell he was being sincere, and I felt relieved. I watched his serene face, which was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open.

"Are you really going to sleep next to a Death Eater? So much confidence, Potter"

I whispered in her ear.

"You won't hurt me" He muttered falling asleep.

I stayed there for a few more minutes, watching him sleep. Until I realized that I was still at Hogwarts, and luckily no one had seen me. I got up slowly, so as not to wake him, and straightened my robes.

I noticed that Harry was still completely naked, so I tried to wake him up, to get him dressed, and to let him know I have to go, but he doesn't wake up at all. I tried using a spell to wake him up, but he must be so exhausted that even that didn't wake him up. So I picked up his clothes that were on the floor and dressed him, after all it would be terrible if someone found him that way.

He picked up his glasses that were on the floor and put them in place. Watching him sleep like that I realized he was right, I couldn't hurt him. I put my lips on his, in a goodbye kiss, after all now I have to go back to the real world, where I am a Death Eater and Harry Potter's enemy, and I certainly couldn't kiss him again.

Walk through the forest, still trying to understand exactly what happened. My thoughts began to clear as I walked away from the Castle.

Saint Potter isn't so saintly after all. What was I thinking? Losing my control like that and having sex with Harry Potter?!

I refuse to accept the fact that I wanted it.

I'm glad I didn't say I loved him, after all if I did it would be a lie. I can't see that just because I enjoyed kissing him, or hearing him say he loves me, that means I love him too. Because I don't know how I really feel about Potter.

From the first time I saw him I felt something strange and unknown to him, I didn't know what it was so I tried to approach him and offer my friendship, but he refused. He preferred the friendship of that Mudblood Granger and poor Weasley. That infuriated me, after all I was Draco Malfoy, much better than both of them together. I felt so angry at having my precious and disputed friendship rejected that I realized that what I felt for him was hatred. And since then I've been trying to make his life a living hell.

But was I wrong? Could it be that this strange and unknown feeling I was feeling was actually love?

In any case, I was pretty sure Potter hated me too, but now he comes and gives herself to me in that sweet way... so kind...

No! Clear your mind, Draco, you can't be interested in Harry Potter, it could be anyone but him. If the Dark Lord finds out, it's the end of you.

I know I shouldn't think about it, but he looked so beautiful and flushed and I felt so kissing him and smelling his perfume. I have to admit that I wish I could see him again. My heart had never behaved like this before.

Yeah, that really feels like love, although until recently I didn't even believe that feeling existed. But I can't keep denying myself that there's a feeling here, and that I really enjoyed being with him, and watching him moan my name and tell me he loves me.

Yes, I, Draco Malfoy, think I love Harry Potter, although I will never admit it to anyone. I have to at least admit to myself, and accept that fact.

Apparatel at the gates of Malfoy Manor and entrel. Even though it's my home, I don't feel more comfortable here since the Dark Lord started using it to hold his meetings. Adentrel in the living room, where my father, my mother and my insufferable aunt Bellatrix Lestrange were. I tried to go unnoticed and headed for the stairs.

"Draco, where have you been?" Asked my father, getting up from the armchair and coming to me. His appearance had deteriorated a lot since I failed the mission to kill Dumbledore. He blames me for the inferior way the Dark Lord was treating us, and he is always suspicious of me in everything I do.

"I just went for a walk, why? Am I banned from going out now?"

"A turn?" He asked looking me up and down. Bern typical of him. "You are all wrinkled, and her bottom lip is reddened. Do you have a girlfriend?"

I had to fight not to look startled and keep my expression cocky. Seriously, will that it's so obvious once I've been with someone?

"No" murmur calmly.

My aunt, who until then had been going through my mother's old objects, gave a laugh. Her laugh bothered me more than her own.

"Let the boy date, Lucius. It's normal at his age, and I'm sure the Dark Lord wouldn't mind that."

Great, even for us to have a relationship he has to authorize it. I definitely hate being a Death Eater.

"Yeah, you're right, Bella. He would only care if it was a Mudblood girl, but if my son doesn't mess with that scum, then that's fine". He said coming back and sitting in his armchair. And I turned and started up the stairs. "But, Draco, don't forget that you are now a wanted Death Eater, for that reason it's better to wait a while before seeing your girlfriend again."

I went back upstairs, certain that my father would prefer that I date or until I married a Mudblood than thinking or imagining that I slept with Harry Potter.