A/n: [PastelHair!Draco/Dom!Draco/Pierced!Harry] This chapter (and the next honestly) is going to focus more on our Prince of Slyhterin, his thoughts and how he is handling himself as he falls for Harry.

Warnings: Depression and mention of abuse, please (please) be advised if you're not comfortable with this type of writing. Rated: MA.

A/U. DracoxHarry. I don't own Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy or anything along the lines, because how absolutely pathetic would I be to write fanfiction about my own people? EHHHHHHHH. Yeah, they're not mine.

"Well, Jesus Christ, I'm alone again. So what did you do those three days you were dead? 'Cause this problem's gonna last more than the weekend." - Jesus Christ, Brand New


"If you don't let me do something Draco Malfoy," Harry started with a growl, "I... I..."

"You'll what Potter?" Draco looked over cool, calm and collected as always, two grey eyes staring straight at Harry's.

Harry fought the flush down, looked around the table of their friends and right back at him, "I won't kiss you anymore!" Draco arched a brow, looked back at the potion, and added the next ingredient, "I'm serious Malfoy!"

"I never said you weren't," Draco looked up amused, his smirk flashing across his face.

Harry narrowed his eyes, "you're a prat."

Hermione chuckled shaking her head and turned back to her potion, Harry let out a frustrated growl then looked at the table and picked up the final ingredient holding it in a tight clutch. Draco's amusement gone, "Potter, put it down."

"No." Harry spoke defiantly, his back straightening slightly and he flicked his tongue out against his lip ring, "I think I'll add this ingredient, myself."

Draco's eyes grew serious and he let out a tight breath, "don't do this in front of your friends, Potter, give me the ingredient and stop acting like a child."

Harry didn't look away though he wanted to, he had a feeling he may have crossed an actual line now but he was in too deep and far too pissed off not to follow through with it. He thought back to sometime last week when Pansy and him were talking about Draco. He likes to be in control. He turned slightly and looked down at the book, "7 toenails..." Harry opened the clear dish of dragon toenails and pushed his finger through them a few times before starting to count them out.

Pansy's smile was so wide her face was in danger of cracking, Blaise was shaking his head after sharing an amused look with Ron. Draco had two very serious eyes watching every move Harry Potter was making, I'm going to kill him, he thought with a inward groan. Harry got to 7 and looked back at Draco, "whenever you're done, we're good to go on my end."

"I think we are quite the opposite of good to go," Draco answered in a quiet tone, his voice even despite his anger.

Harry's face was growing pink and he slumped against the table, "no, no, we are. 7? Seven. Believe it or not I know how to count."

"Do you?"

"I do, did just fine."

"You have 7 seconds to put them down and stop acting like this go ahead and count them."

Harry's anger flared and he gripped his fist tightly, "7 seconds until what, Malfoy?"

Draco looked at the potion, checking the book before laying the stir stick against the top of the cauldron, "until I don't kiss you anymore, Potter," he spoke in his ever even tone his hand held out for the ingredients, "and however shall you live without that?"

Harry grumbled something unintelligible, and looked at Draco's hand then shook his head. Fuck him. He stood up, and leaned forward the 7 toenails in his hand and started dropping them into the potion one at a time once the last one was in he grabbed the stir stick careful to stir the potion in the correct direction mixing the last of the ingredients in. "All done," he said happy with himself, though he had a feeling that happiness might go away once he was done acting like a child but he couldn't think about that right now.

Draco was livid. His leg was bouncing under the table up and down so quickly it was making his body shake, never had Harry Potter been so sexy. And never had Draco wanted to tie someone up and fuck them as much as he did right now, he would be teaching Harry a lesson.

Once Harry sat back down on his stool Draco grabbed the stopper for the vial, and made quick work to collect the potion and stopper it. He looked up at the clock it was time to go. Lesson would be learned, he knew that. Harry met his eyes nervously after a second and Draco gave him a passive look, "didn't blow it up good job."

"I'm capable!" Harry snapped and jerked the container from Draco marching up to Slughorn. Draco stood cleaning up their station, the other four silent because rather Harry was oblivious to Draco's anger, ignoring it or not caring about it they weren't. Ron hurried to take up his and Hermione's potion and Blaise grabbed his and Pansy's leaving the two girls at the table with Draco.

"Uh.."

Draco looked over closing his book, "hm?"

"You okay, Drake?"

"Yeah, why?" His smile traced his lips, though it didn't even come close to meeting his eyes. Draco was packing up Harry's books next and handed him his bag as soon as he got back to the table, "we have Defense, c'mon," he turned leading the way, Harry hurried to follow.


Harry was leaning back against Draco's legs working on an assignment while chewing on his lip ring nervously, Draco was tensely reading a book. No one said anything about Potions, though it was on all of their minds. Harry's whole demeanor had changed as soon as they left the classroom. He knew he had acted like an asshole and a child, he knew he had but he just.. How did that happen? Why did it happen?

Draco's anger was palpable, though he put on a pretty good show he was fine. He was normal. If there was one thing he absolutely hated it was being ignored and on top of that it was being defied. He was Draco Malfoy, he was always listened to. Plain and simple. No one had talked to him the rest of the day unless they had to and he didn't notice, he didn't care.

"Yo! Malfoy," Nott's voice came from behind them and he looked up in question, great.

Pansy groaned quietly, and looked at Neville who had tensed immediately, Blaise edged forward in his seat, "go away Nott."

"I came to talk with Malfoy, not you," Nott sneered and glanced back at Draco, "Slughorn and McGonagall want to see you."

Draco shifted his legs, and stood up, "alright," he closed his book and grabbed his jacket slipping it on, "thanks Nott," he added before walking away. Once out of the room he let his mask go and scowled marching down the hallway, he wasn't sure where to go. Either Slughorn's office or McGonagal's and was actually happy he didn't have to guess as they were both standing at the entrance of the Great Hall.

"Mr. Malfoy," she greeted him, "we wanted to speak with you, now an okay time?"

"I'm here," he answered, shrugging.

"Professor Slughorn," she gave him a nod and the two followed him to his rooms in silence, once inside Draco was shown to a seat and McGonagall sat next to him, Slughorn sat across from them on a big plush sofa.

"Tea?" He asked waving his wand and the tray flew towards the small table.

"Mr. Malfoy we wanted to ask how Harry was doing? After his incident?"

Draco arched a brow crossing his legs and setting back, "why not ask him yourself?"

"Well we believe you will give us an honest answer, and a clear one." She started, "we've noticed you two are much closer this year than you have been before."

Draco hummed quietly, "Potter's doing okay, he seems to be feeling better anyway. He doesn't drink as much, and as far as I know he hasn't lashed out at anyone." Lie, lie, lie and... l i e.

McGonagall frowned slightly, "Theodore Nott mentioned he was having nightmares, he was asking if Harry could get a different set of rooms because it wakes the others up."

Draco blinked and chuckled, "he gets them sometimes, but Potter's told me he always had them. So? I'm not sure it is related to what happened a few weeks ago." L I E!

"You don't think they've increased or gotten worse since the school year started?"

Yes. "No, I think Nott is looking for something to complain about."

Slughorn frowned deeply and took a drink of his tea, "does he tell you what they're about?"

"No," Draco shook his head and pushed his fingers through the multicolored hair, "I think we can all assume what they're about though."

"Voldemort," Slughorn whispered his eyes distant.

No, you dumb fuck... "Yeah, that."

"Mr. Malfoy, how are you doing with this friendship?" McGonagall asked, "how are you handling him leaning on you?"

"Potter is a strong guy, he doesn't lean on anyone. I think his friends are worried he isn't the 'same 'ole Harry' they grew up with, and I think it bothers them he is changing and he is affected from the war but he handles himself as best as anyone can in these circumstances." Draco looked at her squarely, "he's just a person, he's not a God."

"I think Harry Potter's a little more than just a person," Slughorn answered quietly.

Draco bristled but remained quiet, tapping his fingers against his knee, "if that's all then?"

"Yeah," McGonagall gave a nod, "if anything changes please let me know, so we can address the situation."

"Sure," Draco stood and stepped away, "of course. Professors," he left the room and headed out of the dungeons spotting Nott standing at the end of the hallway.

"Malfoy!"

"What do you want Nott?"

"Did you tell them the truth?"

"I did," Draco answered not stopping as he passed him, just kept walking, "what's it to you?"

Nott glared after him before following, "does he know?"

"What?"

"Don't fucking play with me, Malfoy."

Draco took a deep breath and turned around, his tone growing even as his anger took over, "you've grown remarkably more mouthy since last year, Theodore." Nott let out a quiet gasp and stepped back, "mm, there it is." Draco smirked, "how about that."

"Piss off," Nott breathed out looking down.

Draco laughed humorlessly and shook his head, taking a step towards him, "does he know what?"

"Us."

"There was no us, so I doubt he does," Draco shrugged and once Nott's back hit the wall he pressed his hand to the stone as well keeping him in place.

Nott glanced up, his face red, "there was..."

"There was sex, and last time I checked sex was far from a relationship." Draco chuckled quietly, "can't help you got hung up."

"Shut up!"

"How about this," Draco continued, "you leave Potter alone, Theodore, and we won't have any problems."

"Does he know what you're like, yet, Draco?" Draco glared leaning back and turning to leave, "I'll tell him."

"Will you?" The Slytherin Prince answered, his anger growing again but more than that all his anger from this afternoon came flooding back and he tensed, his hands in a tight fist.

"I saw him during Potions," Nott answered lightly, a smile was growing, "I saw everything."

"And?"

"I have a feeling if he knew the real you he wouldn't have done that."

Draco smirked, "and what would you tell him that I'm like?"

"You're desperate for control, and when he doesn't submit you'll leave him," Nott snapped, "I know you Draco, I was Potter once." Draco rolled his shoulders and turned to leave, "you can't fix him, Draco, you can't fix someone that's already dead." Nott yelled after him but Draco didn't turn around this time, he just kept walking.

He most certainly didn't want to think about Harry being dead, and he most certainly didn't want to face the fact he was struggling for the control he was desperate for. He couldn't get a reign on Potter and more importantly he wasn't sure he wanted to or knew how to.

When he got back into the 8th year commons he found most of the lights out and everyone gone, save a few Ravenclaws that were studying. He headed up to the boys dorms and glanced around the dimly lit room, Harry was tucked into his bed on his side under one of the covers. Draco let out a quiet sigh looking at him. He hadn't wanted to share tonight but it was too late now, he took his time stripping down and pulled on his sleeping pants and sweater climbing into the bed with him. As soon as Draco laid down he looked over.

The nightmare was already starting. It was etched across Harry's face the brunette was frowning, his body tense, and he was clutching at the sheets.

"Harry calm down," Draco whispered leaning forward and kissing his temple, "shhh."

He lit the wand and pulled the canopy around them - if there was one way to keep the others happy and from talking to McGonagall it was this way at least.


Draco woke to bright light and blinked seeing the canopy half pulled open, Harry already gone. He stretched out and reached over to shut the canopy again before checking his watch. It was only 11 and a Friday and he didn't classes on Friday. Harry and everyone, but Neville, had classes until 2. So that meant Draco could take some alone time.

Much needed alone time - if he was honest. He rolled over on the bed, stretching his legs out and grabbed the nearest pillow tucking it under his head and dozing back to sleep. When he woke again it was to Harry pulling the cover open completely, flooding Draco with bright afternoon light, "Malfoy wake up!"

"Mm.." Draco hummed covering his eyes with his arm, "go away."

"It's almost three, Malfoy, wake up!" He felt the bed dip from the others weight, "wake up!" The Gryffindor's smile could almost be felt.

"Why?"

"Because it's almost three," Harry's voice was light with a smile and he reached out grabbing Draco's arm pulling it down before he was met with a glare from the other.

"Go away Potter."

Harry lifted a brow sitting back, "wh-what?"

"Go away," Draco answered hotly, "I'm sleeping."

"Oh," Harry swallowed roughly and moved to climb off the bed, "sure, I'll see you later." Draco watched him go and grabbed his wand pulling the canopy again so he wouldn't get up and comfort the other. He wanted more sleep.

Draco didn't fall back asleep, though, and after about 30 minutes of trying he decided to get up and shower. He would tell himself it was because he had enough sleep, though he knew it was because of the way Harry's face fell. He took a long, hot shower and took his time getting dressed. Pulling on a sweater and a pair of socks lastly before he headed downstairs, Harry was laying with his head in Pansy's lap biting his lip ring while she drug her fingers through his hair.

His eyes were shut and she was talking softly, Draco's eyes drug down the two of them before looking around the room. It was still fairly empty the others at classes or out enjoying the day, he checked his watch dinner would be served soon.

"Ahem," he called through tight lips, "eating dinner today, Potter?"

Harry opened his eyes and moved to sit up, "yeah, sure I guess."

Draco gave a stiff jerk towards the door, "did you eat lunch?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded standing and glanced back at the girl, "Pansy?"

"Gonna wait for Neville," she grinned at Harry, "go ahead." Draco was standing at the door waiting until Harry joined him the two exiting together.

"...did you sleep well?"

"Fine," the Slytherin answered with a tight voice and when she saw Harry reach for him he tucked his hands into his jeans pockets ignoring the grasp.

"Ron is trying to organize a late night hide and seek," Harry spoke up suddenly as they walked through the Great Hall doors, trying to pretend he wasn't hurt the other was being so cold.

Draco glanced over from the corner of his eyes, "yeah?"

"Yeah, he and Blaise are setting it up," Harry's smile was falling back into place and he turned to face Draco slightly.

"Planning on playing?"

Harry nodded, "would you want to be my partner?"

Draco smirked despite his attitude and turned around to face Harry, "who else would be your partner?"

Harry shrugged and looked down, "I don't know," his eyes trailed across the ground and he bit his bottom lip, "I didn't know if you'd want to be with me."

Oh, of course he takes anger like that... Draco took Harry by the chin, making him look up, "you're mine Potter, no one else gets to share moments with you. You understand?"

Harry nodded quickly though a rough swallow, "yes," he whispered and lent forwards.

"No," Draco dropped his chin, baby steps, "I believe I told you something yesterday, and I quite meant it, Potter," he slid into his seat at the Slytherin table. Harry blinked and looked after him then he stepped forward and slid into the seat, so he is like that... Harry thought once he sat down, a bloody control freak. My bloody controlling Draco Malfoy.

As soon as night fell on the castle the groups were sneaking around. Blaise had rounded a few extra people from 7th year Slytherin and Ron from Gryffindor. It was going to be a Gryffindor/Slytherin showdown it seemed and Draco was less than enthused when that realization set in, he was standing with his arms crossed across his chest and a scowl that Pansy was giggling at, "I've an idea," she whispered when she slinked up, "Neville and Harry can be partners and then we can switch?"

Draco arched a brow and looked over at Harry who was talking excitedly with Ron, the man hadn't had anything to drink all day he was just being normal, happy Harry Potter and that was a sight for sore eyes these days. "I don't know," Draco sighed pushing his hand through his rainbow hair, "he's having fun and I'm still mad at him I'd probably ruin his night."

Pansy frowned slightly, "you okay Dray?"

"I haven't dated before, y'know, it's different and it's Harry. He isn't an easy person to date - honestly."

"Look, you have to understand this is all new to him as well but more than that Dray he is not experienced. Harry is as relationship virgin as they come, so you getting all hoity-toity over his outburst is going to scare the man away. He didn't have the childhood most do and he most certainly didn't have the chance to be a teenager - with saving the world and all," Pansy shook her head, "he deserves better than that Draco Malfoy, he's pretty fucked up y'know?"

"I'm aware...I sleep with him," Draco arched a brow, "I shouldn't have fallen for him, I should have just been his friend."

"When have you ever been one to do things half-assed?" The brunette laughed at her friend before sliding her arms around his waist and hugging him tightly, "I think you should stop being so worried, he likes that you never treat him like Harry Potter so don't. Stop being so scared of the man, stop trying to protect him Draco, you can't. Harry's... he's going to be who he is, and he isn't going to change just because you tiptoe around him." Pansy chuckled stepping back, "this is the first time in months, he hasn't had a drink. It's been 48 hours, y'know that? And this is the first time you've treated him as your boyfriend rather than someone you're trying to save."

"I get it, I get it," Draco rolled his eyes and gave her a push heading over towards the man across the room, he paused and glanced over his shoulder, "thanks Pansy."

"You're welcome," she grinned giving him a wave.

Draco strode across the distance, and without warning or announcing himself he reached out and wrapped his hand around Harry's chin giving it a small tug as the man stared at him with wide eyes before he pressed their lips together in a rather heated kiss. Harry wanted more, he always did, and wrapped his arms around Draco's body as the blonde snaked his own arm around his waist, "Potter," he started, "you better be good at hiding."

"Wh-why?"

Draco tilted his head back with a smirk, "I have a few plans for you, so I'd hate to not be the one that found you." The Gryffindor flushed biting his bottom lip and dragging his lip ring into his mouth. Draco's eyes flashed to the ring then back to Harry's eyes, "so, good luck." He shot a wink and dropped his arms as Harry stumbled back gripping the wall behind him to steady himself.

The night started off slow, they had to leave in small groups and sneak to find hiding places. The first four groups to leave where hiding and it was a mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin, the second four groups were the finders a mix of the two houses. Draco paired up with Blaise, and after they were headed out a dejected group of Slytherin's were headed in.

Draco sighed, "they don't make them like they used to."

His friend laughed quietly and they moved into the shadows of the corridor before heading on, walking by an abandoned class room they could hear a moan and he snickered, "well, shall we?"

Draco rolled his eyes and eased the door open to peer in before promptly pulling back and giving Blaise a serious head shake as he shut the door, "it's Weasley and Granger, let's let them be." Blaise chuckled and gave a nod down the hallway leading Draco away. They headed through the school, only finding a few people but if Draco was honest he was only looking for one person.

"Let's do a run by the commons," Blaise suggested, "see who's left?"

Pansy was waiting at the door when the two stopped in, "we're missing Ron and Hermione, Neville and Harry, Nott and Goyle, Ginny and Luna too." She explained, "I don't remember who the seekers and finders are, but I think we should split up... so let's go?"

At the staircase they did just that. Draco went up, he knew exactly where Harry was and he wanted to be the only one that found him. He hurried through the corridors stopping at the bottom of the Astronomy Tower. He locked the door once he was behind it and moved up the stairs slowly, "Potter?" Draco called, glancing around the tower. Nothing seemed out of place but he knew Harry was here. It was their spot, where else would the man hide so only Draco found him?

"It's just me," Draco called easing towards the middle of the room and looking around the large telescope that was encased in the railings and there Harry was tucked behind a few crates and the wall, smirking at the Slytherin.

"Found me."

Draco chuckled, "would have been here sooner but Blaise was clingy."

"Clingy?" The other lifted a brow, "maybe we spend too much time together and not enough with our friends. Ron was oddly clingy today too."

"I did notice that," Draco growled, standing a bit back as they talked.

He couldn't remember the last time the two of them just talked and it felt good. The past two weeks had been full of arguments, nightmares and classes. Not to mention the week of quidditch tryouts, week before last, Harry and him hadn't talked because the Gryffindor was mad. And this week they had been focused on classes keeping them busy plus Harry was having more frequent nightmares and drinking to hide them so he distanced himself from Draco when he started drinking. Tonight though it was just them.

Pansy's words were echoing in Draco's head, stop being so scared of the man, stop trying to protect him Draco, you can't.

Harry usually rushed to Draco's side the moment they were alone but tonight was different. He didn't. He stayed seated on one of the crates, his hands folded in his lap and looking at the tall Slytherin across from him. Draco leaned back against the railing and crossed his arms in front of him, watching. "What did McGonagall want yesterday?"

"Mm," Draco shrugged a slender shoulder, "mostly just wanted to ask how you were, you attacked her after all."

"Did you lie to them?"

"No," the blonde shook his head, watching Harry chew on his bottom lip. His tongue slid against the piercing making it role through the hole. "I told them I thought you were doing better, and you were drinking less," he tilted his head to the side, "and you are drinking less, y'know, and you have said multiple times you're feeling better."

The raven haired male laughed quietly, "yeah, that's what they say."

"They?"

"Hermione and Ron, they think I'm doing better since I've been around you - oddly enough."

"You don't think you are?"

"I don't know, Malfoy." Harry closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the stone wall, relaxing, "what do you think it would have been like if I hadn't lived?"

Draco felt odd, it was a strange feeling that washed over the two of them and he wasn't sure he wanted to have this conversation. He wanted to walk over and kiss Harry until he shut up, he didn't want to think about the man dying. He didn't want to care the amount he did for Harry Potter but he was, he was crossing a line of no return.

He knew Nott was right the other day in the hallway, he knew Nott was more than right. He saw a challenge in Harry Potter more than the usual one. And it started the moment he defeated Voldemort.

While the Death Eaters ran away, Draco stood there watching. His eyes were trained to Harry and only him, the man was crumpled. He fell to his knees in the midst of all the chaos, he dropped down and his tears fell. They fell in waves, wave after wave of emotion worked through his body and Draco just watched him. Until he walked over, dirty blonde hair in his eyes with mud, smoke, and blood smeared over his face; over his clothes.

Harry had just saved his life twice. He defeated Voldemort but more than that he pulled him from the burning room. Draco owed Harry his life but how could he say that to his enemy? To the man he absolutely hated. The man that was the bane of his existence. "Potter," Draco had said his name quietly and their eyes met but before another word had been said he was attacked.

Not by Harry but by an Auror. They took his down, jerked his wand from him and he was taken into custody.

He saw that same challenge the day the man spoke for him at his trial. Draco didn't deserve that but Harry had defended him anyway, and when they let him go and Harry stood there looking at him.. smelling of alcohol, with blood shot eyes and a tense jaw he saw the challenge. He wanted to thank him but didn't know how, didn't think it'd be worth it because he was staring at the ghost of a man. The Gryffindor hadn't even had a remark to sneer at him before he turned and left. He hadn't been in the news and people stopped searching for him, Draco threw himself out there looking for any sign of the man. Any sign but there wasn't one and before he knew it Draco changed.

He was different.

"It would have been easier if I had stayed dead," Harry was saying, pulling the Slytherin from his thoughts, "safer too... I should have given myself up when he asked for it." Harry wasn't looking at him he was staring at the ground his lip bleeding as he chewed at it, a small trickle of blood running down his chin. Draco swallowed roughly not at all sure what to say because the first time he had seen Harry bleed last month was when the man was trying to 'cut' Voldemort from his head and when he saw that he had thought, what a challenge this man will be. But as he looked at him now it wasn't that thought at all.

As Draco stared at him he wanted to drop down before him and clean up his face, he wanted to heal his wounds... all of them, every single wound that Harry Potter had. He wanted to save him. He wanted to heal Harry.

"I'm glad you're here, Harry," he whispered, speaking up finally. He wasn't supposed to be dealing with this, neither were. They were 18 years old, they were supposed to be having a blast and running around and... doing what Ron and Hermione were doing in that classroom downstairs (that Draco was pretty sure he saw Blaise sneak into when he hurried past) on a Friday night but they weren't.

Draco wasn't having the time of his life with the man he was falling in love with, he was grasping onto him to keep him from the edge. Harry was dealing with his self hatred, with the thoughts that plagued him, and Draco was trying to live through the fact he had his own problems too.

Problems Harry hadn't even asked him about, problems Draco would rather forget and sure it was easier when he was with Harry because he could focus on the Gryffindor but when he was alone, when Potter was off drinking and hiding Draco was left to his own devices, his own thoughts. His own pain.

Pain that echoed in his mind the way it felt when his father hit him because he was the wrong kind of Malfoy, or his mother touched him because she was looking for love, or Voldemort torturing the children when their parents messed up and the things he had to do just to stay alive. At some point Draco stopped seeing Harry as a challenge but as what he needed to fix so he could heal himself.

"I want to feel something, Draco, something other than this sadness." Harry was shaking, his eyes were closed and his head was pressed into the stone wall, "I need to feel anything other than this sadness."

The Slytherin swallowed roughly and pushed off the railing before he walked over to the other slowly and reached out running his hand down his face their eyes meeting slowly. They stared at each other for a moment and Draco moved so he was straddling the man below him, "look at that, you're finally telling me what you need."

The Gryffindor chuckled stretching his neck so their lips would touch, and Draco gave him a brief kiss, "you, always you."

"Then you have to be alive for that," Draco nuzzled his cheek, then his ear lobe, "I didn't imagine our first time to be on a crate in the Astronomy Tower, Potter."

Harry chuckled, his face was flushed and his hands were pressed to Draco's body, "we're free to leave any time we want - I have a house."

Draco blinked, sitting back, "would you like me to take you...home?"

"I think I might Draco, I've been wanting to leave since the moment I got on the train."

Draco stood up with a small smile, "c'mon Potter," he wrapped his hands around Harry's waist as soon as he stood up and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"It's almost like we're normal," Harry whispered through his flush when Draco stepped back and took his hand, feeling the Gryffindor's hand shaking.

The blonde chuckled quietly, arching a brow with a smirk, "we are far from normal, Potter, but doesn't mean we can't make our own normal." Harry giggled quietly and Draco didn't think there was a better sound in the world than that laugh, "we got a bit of a walk until we get a spot we can apparate," he was saying as the descended the stairs, "don't we have to sign out?"

Harry lifted a shoulder, "I don't know, fuck 'em."

The Slytherin felt his pants tighten at the words, nothing was sexier than rebel Harry, "you don't think our clingy friends will notice our absence, huh?"

"They might but..." Harry was stepping through the door with his sweaty palm resting against Draco's cool hand, "they're not you so I don't care."

"Keep that up and you're gonna earn yourself a few kisses." Draco chuckled and they snuck out the castle door hurrying down the walkway to Hogsmeade, they stopped at the edge of town and Draco pulled Harry close to his chest, "alright, where we going Potter?"

"12 Grimmauld Place," Harry laid his cheek to Draco's chest and closed his eyes, in a flash they appeared just in front of the building. Draco followed Harry as they crossed the street and up to the door that was appearing just before his eyes, he watched as the man tilted his head looking at him curiously, "it might be a mess," Harry admitted with a nervous look, "I didn't particularly worry about it looking good and Kreacher is very old, Mundungus Fletcher ransacked it before the war."

Draco chuckled, "I am sure it is fine."

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Harry glanced away and unlocked the door before pushing it open, "Kreacher?" He called jumping as the elf appeared in front of him, "hey."

"Harry?" He looked at his master with worried eyes, "are you okay?"

"Perfect," Harry patted his head and stepped in, letting Draco come into view, "Kreacher this is my... boyfriend," he looked back with a lifted brow, "boyfriend?"

Draco chuckled quietly, shutting the door behind doing his best to keep his expression calm. Harry had not been lying, the places was a mess. A huge mess. Draco wanted nothing more that to start cleaning it, picking it up, but he kept himself in check and when he turned back he was grinning, "I'm the boyfriend, boyfriend, Draco Malfoy." He eased the awkwardness with a small joke and watched Harry visibly relax.

Kreacher looked between the two, before stepping back and bowing slightly, "Master Malfoy, an honor."

"Master Malfoy?" Harry scoffed and gave his elf a nudge, "don't do that shit, Kreacher," he leaned down and helped the poor, old elf stand, "now your knees hurt and he's not worth that."

Draco smirked reaching out to swat at Harry, "I am worth all of it, Potter, do well to remember that."

Harry rolled his eyes shaking his head at his elf, "fuck 'em." Once the elf was standing Harry grinned fondly at him, "I only wanted to let you know I was here with Draco so you didn't attack us. Go ahead and go back to bed."

"Thank you Master," Kreacher eyed Draco again and then turned to leave as if he was dismissed.

Harry stood again and glanced Draco who was watching the man with a soft and uncharacteristically place smile, "so, a tour?"

"Sure?" Draco cleared his throat and followed Harry through the bottom floor of the house, it was far bigger than it looked obviously magic at play and when they stepped onto the stairs making their way up the flights Draco found there were five large rooms.

"I picked Sirius' old room," the brunette explained, pushing a door open to the only clean and well put together room in the house.

"For obvious reasons," Draco answered and stepped in with the man, Harry frowned and the blonde wished he hadn't had said that. "Hey," he whispered, reaching out to take the man's hand giving it a small squeeze, "sorry, I meant it as a good thing okay?"

Harry nodded slowly and allowed the other to pull him in for a hug, a hug that was slowly turning into a kiss. Draco closed his eyes, pressing their lips together and taking the kiss from Harry who was more than willing to give it to him. He hadn't taken too long to scan the area but had a pretty good indication where everything was. A desk on the far side next to Harry's armoire, and the large bed that was in the middle of the wall facing the middle of the room.

The blonde was running his hands down Harry's chest, over the thin fabric of his t-shirt. Harry never wore sweaters, or any other form of clothing that wasn't a t-shirt and his sexy leather jacket that Draco didn't mind seeing the man in at all. But it was the first to go with the blonde's hands guiding it open and then down his arms so it fell to the ground.

Harry pulled back after a moment looking at Draco curiously, the blonde was dragging his palms up Harry's arms and moving his fingers over his muscles, "hm?" he asked watching Harry.

"You've never really touched me before?"

"I haven't?" He arched a brow, "are you sure?"

"I'm quite sure," Harry shivered, his face was flushed and he was tugging at his lip with his teeth nervously.

"Shame on me," Draco smirked, his tone rather cocky and he pulled Harry's shirt off with two swift hands, "because you have an amazing body, Potter."

Harry let out a nervous laugh, running his hands through his hair and looking down as he took a step back.

"Don't be nervous," Draco whispered softly, and reached out wrapping his left hand around Harry's right hip. "It's just me."

"I know," Harry managed still looking away, his hands were shaking and Draco felt a wave of goosebumps crawl over the mans skin before he ran his hands up his side and over the raised skin.

"Talk to me," Draco coaxed taking his time to appreciate Harry's toned, cut, fit body with two slow hands the man had gained some of his weight back with Draco forcing him to eat and he was looking less malnourished and more healthy.

"I'm scared," he admitted his eyes closed and hiding behind his messy hair, that was falling over his forehead.

"Of what?"

"Disappointing you."

Draco smiled to himself and leaned forward kissing the man's shoulder, "don't be, Harry, you're my favorite sight."

"What if I do it wrong?"

"Do what wrong?" Draco asked softly and cupped the others cheek, feeling him nuzzle his hand, he drug his thumb over his bottom lip and gave that lip rip a small flick.

"S-Sex," Harry's voice quivered at the use of the word and he shifted nervously, stepping back and sitting on the bed.

Draco knelt down in front of the other, "look at me," he waited patiently until Harry did, "hey, right here," he whispered, "it's me, Harry, no one else. Just me."

"I want to be... good, for you."

Draco cleared his throat, he hadn't ever heard that before. And he wasn't sure he liked the way it sounded. Harry was good, he was all good. He was perfect and safe and all the goodness in the world, all the goodness with a streak of dark. That's it. That's all. But, Draco was all the bad. He was the blackness that filled the minds of others, he was what made people mean and hateful. It was how he was raised, and treated and grew up. How could he have someone that wanted to be good for him? How could he have someone that... wanted him? Someone like Harry, someone that was so alive they couldn't die even when the Devil himself killed him?

He sat back on the carpet of the rug and pressed his hands to his knees. He wasn't ready for this, Draco was furthest from ready for this. He stuck to people like Nott because they were easy to control, a quick game to play with until he got bored. But Harry Potter? Oh, Merlin, Harry Potter was the light in the darkness that Draco wasn't ready to face.

"Pansy told me," Harry was still talking, the two on completely different pages Draco realized and focused in, "I know I'm not your first and I'm okay with that. The past is the past, but she told me some of the stuff you're into. Things you like and I'm scared I am not that person - at least yet, it doesn't scare me the things.. just, the way you.. just y'know if I'm bad." Harry's voice was small, quivering and he was looking anywhere but at the blonde on the floor before him.

"Why didn't you ask me?"

"I know you don't like to talk," Harry whispered his response.

Draco chuckled and looked down, rubbing the back of his neck before pushing his fingers through his brightly colored hair, "Potter, I uh..." He stopped, shaking his head, "Harry."

The Gryffindor blinked looking up at the other, he hadn't ever heard his name like that before. Sure, Draco called him Harry every now and then but this was different. He didn't think anyone had ever said his name before until Draco said it right then. It was breathless, it was full of emotion that Harry hadn't ever felt.

"I need to tell you things, Harry, about me and myself and..." His voice cut off before he could finish, he shook his head unable to move but boy did he want to. He wanted to get up and run but he couldn't. His whole body was locked down and he was there to stay.

Harry had a memory flash into his mind and gasped as he ran his fingers along his newest scar, if it wasn't my father beating me or my mother touching me, my aunt had a go... He turned two unfocused to Draco blinking in as he looked at the blonde before him, "Draco," he whispered and moved to the floor quickly pulling the man against his chest tightly as tears and sobs worked through his body, "I'm here," Harry whispered quietly, "I'm here."


A/n: I'm sorry for any glaring mistakes. I am beta-less, Tiff is on hiatus because of family things (I still miss you. And love you. Did you see my tumblr? I assumed it was you asking for that DWxYOU fic? LOL) so anyway.. I apologize. Eh.

Hope you're enjoying still.

~Kiz

AnetteRuby: Right? He's gone through traumatic events it honestly bothers me more that people seem okay with him just bouncing back.
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