Draco tried to herd Potter to the dungeons as she made her invisible but madly giggling way with him. Every now and then she would reach out and pinch him. He shook his head at her antics, and decided he was never going to make it back to his bedroom with her in this state and pulled her into one of empty rooms that the dungeons were full off.

Harrie giggled happily as Malfoy pulled her into a darkened room, this was achingly familiar.

As soon as he had the door shut, he pulled the cloak from her head causing her hair to look even worse than it did in fourth year, he groaned as she licked the seam of his mouth, her hands holding onto his belt, her fingers dangerously close to his burgeoning erection. She wasted no time in pushing him backwards till his legs hit a desk, her lips connecting with his in a clumsy, but oh so hot kiss.

"Wait Potter" Draco couldn't believe he was stopping her, but he felt he had to at least pretend to still be thinking about the problem…merlin her tongue was amazing, he thought as Potter licked and kissed her way to his ear lobe and sucked it into her mouth. Earlobes who knew right? But fuck that did it for him. He groaned and ground himself against her, his hands sliding up under her jersey, touching her silky skin and hissing in pleasure as he took hold of her perfect tits. "Gods you have the best body" He said against her lips, feeling her hands sliding into the back of his pants to grip his arse. He rolled her budding nipples between his thumb and forefinger, feeling her arching into his touch.

"I'm sorry about over reacting" She whispered, his finger stilled at her words "I am meant to be the one apologizing to you"

For a smallish woman Potter was surprisingly strong when she wanted to be, and as she pushed him into the desk with such force that he fears bruises, he exulted at the pleasurable sounds she made as she all but mounted him, grinding their groins together.

Everything seemed heightened, the closeness of her body, the feel of her against him, her rocking hips, her lips, even the way she smelt. He wouldn't last if she kept this up, he was in major danger of spending his load. He dropped his hands from around her waist and tried to put some distance between then, but Potter just took this as a challenge and clung tight to him, her kisses hungrier, her hip rolls faster. Fuck but it felt amazing.

"Gods, Potter stop, or I am going to come…" He had spoke to late and with a groaning sigh he came. His pale hands squeezing her tightly as she continued rocking against him. She stilled when he stopped returning her kisses and just rested his head against her chest, catching his breath.

Draco could not believe this girl had made him come in his trousers with nothing more than kissing and a few well-placed hip rolls. He had never ever lost control like that.

"I'm sorry" He said quietly, half embarrassed, half post orgasm-spent. She kissed the top of his head "I take it as a complement"

"Your ego knows no bounds"

"No, that you just really like kissing me" She said softly, brushing his hair back form his face. Something was happening here that neither could explain. Harrie was full of warm, fuzzies and it was making her giddy. If he asked her, she would follow him anywhere she thought before she blurted "Take me back to you bed"

Draco didn't need telling twice. He was glad she was acting somewhat more normally now, least she wouldn't giggle her way there.

They made it to his room and into his bed without much drama, though Blaise did ask what he was up too and gave him a knowing look when he heard Potter's outburst when she stubbed her toe on one of the stone pillars lining the passageway to the bedrooms. Draco knew that Blaise now knew that he wasn't going to be alone in the room and he knew enough about his friends' character to know he would keep it to himself. So, with nothing more than a grateful nod to his fellow Slytherin, they were now nicely spread on his bed in a bubble of spells so no one could interrupt their afternoon.

Maybe it was because he was a spoilt brat, but Draco loved being about to have uninterrupted time with Potter. He had wanted it for years and for some reason it just felt…. necessary.

"See if you played nicely, we could have been hiding out in your bedroom for years" She said playfully as she moved his pillows around to get comfortable, his cock gave an interested twitch as her jersey rode up her torso exposing more of her delightful skin. He stroked his hand across her waist, loving the feel of being able to touch her so freely.

"To be fair you were mean first, I tried to be your friend, twice. At Madam Malkin's you wouldn't say more than one-word answers and on the train, you were not interested" His tone still held a bit of bitterness at the sharp pain he had felt as an eleven-year-old being turned down by the famous Harelayna Potter. He cheered himself up by pulling her shorts and knickers down so he could feel more of her shapely legs. Harrie moaned as he slid his big hands up her legs, it just wasn't fair how much she liked his touch. She shifted so she could start undoing the long line of buttons on his shirt, exposing inch by slow inch of his chest that she was pleased to note was nice as muscled and had a line of hair disappearing down into the waist band of his trousers.

"You insulted the first two people who were ever nice to me. Of course, I wasn't going to be your friend." She gave him look that suggested it had been obvious why she had rejected him, even as she started rolling her hips as his hands trailed over her thighs, drifting close to where she really wanted him to touch but never getting there. He always had been an annoying git, she groaned again as his thumb moved down and brushed against some of her pubic hair before moving back away. Teasing was not cool, she thought as she started undoing his belt.

Draco stared across the bed at Potter unbelieving, as he pulled his shirt off. "Who had I insulted?" He roughly grabbed the hem of her jersey and yanked it off her, smirking down at her beautiful boobs. Gods they really were perfect, bigger than a handful, yet firm and round and delightfully heavy with rosy peaks that all but begged him to suckle them.

Green eyes flashed with incredibility, even as she all but felt his gaze on her she retorted "Hagrid at the robe shop and then Ron on the train"

Molding his hand around one of her ample tits (he really did like them) he snorted "Please, I was just repeating facts" She gave him a punch and refused to help him take of his trousers, even if she really wanted too, who exactly was she punishing here?

"So, you are saying if I had been 'friendly' you wouldn't have rejected me?" He said disbelievingly as he jostled about freeing his legs from his trousers and pretending not to notice Potter watching him.

"Probably not." She shrugged, "You reminded me of my cousin, stuck up and thinking you were better than most"

"I am better than most" He added with a playful grin. Harrie liked playful Malfoy.

"You just kind of pissed me off" She shrieked with mirth when he pulled her foot into his lap and tickled it fiercely, it had been one of the many things he was discovering about Potter that he thoroughly liked.

He stopped his assault and said seriously "I am sorry I was so cruel to you at times"

Harrie stared at him perplexed "I don't think you were particularly"

The blonde snorted "I was always trying to get you detention or expelled, I tried to get a snake to attack you, I pretended to be a dementor to try get you to fall of your broom, I made a 'Potter Stinks' club, I gladly did all number of things to you and your friends with Umbridge and sixth year I was worse. I broke your face and I tried to use an unforgiveable curse on you" He let his eyes fall from hers and Harrie exhaled slowly, turning over his words.

"I nearly killed you Malfoy, I more than got even with you in the end" She ran her fingers over the scars her 'Sectumsempra' curse had caused across his chest "I should of been expelled for that" she placed light kisses against the raised marks "I didn't even know what the spell did, I am sorry for it" The only time she ever really regretted how little she thought about her actions, it had seemed like a good idea at the time. To think she could of killed him, it was the stuff of nightmares.

He caught her hand against his chest and studied her face. She was Spectacular. All bed mussed hair and big green eyes. He felt something inside himself trying to tell him something, but he couldn't figure it out. He never actually cared that she had bested him that day in the bathroom, he had welcomed the feeling of pain she had given him. A part of him had even welcomed the idea of dying at her wand tip rather than continue the path he was on.

"I was an insufferable prat, who was unbelievably jealous of a skinny, scruffy-haired, four eyes who seemed to find everything so easy and people worshipped" He said, thinking about how petty his thoughts had always been in regards to this girl, who had given up everything for a world, who at times had turned its back on her. He didn't think he had ever thought how utterly selfless and kind this girl had always been too busy hating himself for his failings that she had none of.

Harrie's eyes flashed with hurt and she pulled away from him "Nothing ever came easy for me Malfoy" This again, what the fuck was up with people thinking she had nothing but smooth sailing?

"Please, you seemed to get away with everything and no one seemed to ever sensor you except Snape, plus everyone liked you" He admitted, his tone only slightly put out.

They were now glaring at each other and he felt her magic push him backwards till he was pressed painfully against the headboard. He was loathed to admit that he found her use of wandless magic very impressive and more than a little sexy.

"Easy? Orphaned, sent to live with muggles who hated the sight of me, told lies till I got to Hogwarts, suddenly famous for something I couldn't even remember, everyone expected amazing things from me, every year some terrible event would befall me, injuries, near death experiences. I got tortured, mocked, betrayed, forever nearly getting my friends hurt and had more people die in my life than is fair and every moment of my life is always up for public scrutiny. Nothing in my life is ever easy or mine." She looked away then and Draco felt himself clench with pain at the tears she was holding back, making this girl upset felt so wrong, he went to say something when she continued over him.

"I think that is why I hated you. You had it easy, you were rich, handsome, good at magic, you had more friends than I did. You had parents" She acknowledged, looking down at her hands and Draco felt awful for causing her distress, was that really all this girl had ever wanted above everything else? He took his parents for granted and sometimes he didn't even like them, but they were both alive. She saw life much simpler than he did obviously.

"We were both fools" He uttered, wanting to easy both of their ill feelings and felt her magical hold on him lessen and he used his own magic to bring her bodily back to him. She gave a surprised oath that was swallowed by his mouth taking her lips in a sweet kiss, which managed to translate the regret they both had for not seeing who they really were all those years ago.

Harrie lay with her head on Malfoys shoulder as he threaded his fingers through her long dark hair, she hummed softly in pleasure. 'So, you and Weasley?' He said trying to sound causal. She turned her head to meet his grey gaze 'What Weasley?' His perfect dark brows drew together in a frown at her obvious obtuse answer. She looked down again and placed a kiss on his hard chest, her lips running over the scars. He sighed and swatted playfully at top of her head.

"I thought you would of...with him" He trailed off and she sat up turning to face him, his eyes fell to her naked breasts and she grabbed one of the pillows to cover herself, they were like magnets or something. Sitting crossed legged with only a pillow hiding her nakedness from view, her green eyes seemed so fathomless behind her glasses and their colour nearly matching the heavy velvet drapes enclosing them, Draco decided this girl in front of him was the most stunning being he had ever seen.

"He took me to the Yule Ball, he did because everyone else was too afraid to ask me, though he told me he wanted to take me" She smiled slightly in memory and Draco could feel his jealous monster uncurling in his chest as she remembered Fred Weasley. "We danced and laughed and he made sure I wasn't always sitting down, he kissed me goodnight and we were kind of a thing from then on" She looked at Draco and he thought back to that night and remembered how small and scared Potter had looked her petite frame encased in green silk, her small hand in the older red heads as they had stepped into the hall with the other champions. Draco had been jealous that it hadn't been him Potter had danced with. That was the first time Draco had admitted to himself that he wanted her.

'We continued through the year and the summer we got a fair amount of kissing, though his mother seemed to know what we were trying to do and kept putting brakes on for us' She smiled at the memory of Molly Weasley casting all sorts of charms and wards on Harries room, "At school Umbridge made it hard and funnily enough Hermione was always getting in the way, the twins left...we had a few Hogsmeade weekends, letters and then I left with Hermione and Ron and then…Fred died" She looked up then and Draco saw that her eyes had the shine of unshed tears. He reached forward and held her hand "I am sorry Potter, he was a good man"

She nodded sadly "He was, and I think we could have been great"

He grimaced at the thought that if Fred Weasley hadn't of fallen at the battle he wouldn't be sitting here with this amazing girl, did that make him a horrible person for being grateful that someone wasn't around?

'You foiled us once you know' She smirked across the bed at him, trying to make the mood less somber.

'When?' His brows rose in surprise, he was sure he would have remembered that!

'You came into the Quidditch changing rooms when we were finally alone, you don't remember?'

He did! It was just after Umbridge had banned them for life. He hadn't known that he was interrupting that though, he had had a strange pull to go in there and had been annoyed to find Potter and Weasley flushed and panting standing across from each other and glaring at him. He hadn't moved till they had left hand in hand. The creature in his chest roared happily at the thought that he had been one of the reason Potter had been untouched before him. What kind of archaic notion was that? He had some serious issues.

'Did you love him?' He hadn't been aware that he was going to say those words but now that he had, he needed to know the answer, his heart beating uncomfortably fast waiting for her answer.

She turned her head slightly to the side looking at him thoughtfully, why would he ask that when she had just been contemplating the same thing? And why did he sound desperate to hear her reply? She paused, then said, 'Yes I did in a way, though I think I could have loved him more had I let myself' Her green eyes looked thoughtful and distant.

'Why didn't you? ' Draco held his breath, could he actually be feeling happy that Potter hadn't been completely in love with the guy? The dead guy at that.

'I was a horcrux all my life, I was kind of stunted and my future was uncertain. I honestly didn't know if I was even going to get one... Instead I took Fred's from him' She added bitterly, her hands twisting together roughly

Draco was shocked at the harsh way she spoke the words. She had been a horcrux? What the actual fuck?! He knew about them from books his father had 'accidently' left unwarded during the hateful year when he had been stuck at home with a monster. He knew that his Father at least knew that The Dark Lord had made more than one of those disgusting things, but to hear that this girl had been one? Maybe that's why she was suddenly so different, she didn't have a parasite anymore. A truly repugnant thought and he was glad for her sake that the snake faced bastard was no more.

'It's not your fault Weasley died. You didn't kill him Potter' He reached forward and stilled her hands.

Her lip quivered when she said "I was with him, when it happened' She looked up at him 'He asked me out on a date and we kissed, and he was laughing then boom..." Draco squeezed her hand tighter, he hadn't known that she had been there, he didn't even know what had actually killed him and he sure as shit wasn't going to ask.

"He shouldn't have been there, no one should have been. I should have just gone to Voldemort right at the start" She said with venom, a look of pure heart break on her face. Potter didn't actually blame herself for all the people who fell did she? Draco had never been one for self-sacrifice so he didn't understand why she would feel so much guilt over something she had no control of. He was ashamed of himself for being weak willed, but he wasn't to blame himself for everyone else's shitty decisions. He had asked his Mother after the trials how she could forgive his Father for ever siding with The Dark Lord in the first place and she had just smiled sadly and told him "What would that achieve? I love him regardless of his mistakes". Maybe it was a female thing?

"I wasn't aware you were one to dwell in self-pity Potter" He said wanting to see her spark back into the spitting tigress he knew her to be and just as he knew they would, her eyes shot daggers at him "Fuck you Malfoy"

There she was, he smirked "You already did Potter"

He rejoiced at the twitching of her lips as she tried to hide a smile.

"I blame Voldemort" She said quietly, watching how the very name caused something dark to fall across the man in front of her.

He pulled away from her, then trying to distance himself from one of the people he had hurt just because he had been too afraid to do anything else but follow a madman because his own life had been threatened. "Death eaters deserve your scorn too" If only he could take it back, he felt his dark mark like a lead weight. A constant reminder than he had taken the wrong path.

Harrie moved up the bed towards the blonde. She straddled him, cupping his face with both hands "Some were worse than others" she spread her thighs over his lap and rocked her pelvis,

"I saw your memories during the trials remember? I know you did what you did because of the danger you and your Mother were in. You and your Mum and even your Father had already changed sides long before the end. You all saved my life at one time, I didn't know that it was your Father who had stalled a lot of the fire fight at the end and even managed to alert others who came to help or that night at the manor, I am sure those snatchers were planning a lot worse for Hermione and me before your Father reasoned with them, plus all of you recognized Ron and Hermione if not me immediately. I owe you all in one way or another"

His grip tightened on her painfully digging in, his look suddenly dark "Is this what this is? Your gratitude?"

She slid her hand between them and squeezed her fingers around his growing erection, even when he was pissed off, he still responded to her touch. A fire burned inside her, it was a powerful feeling.

"If you believe that you are a bigger prat than I thought you were" Her words full of scorn. His grey eyes flashing with outrage he rose up, his movements caught her off guard and she was flung backwards, his larger frame pinning her to the bed, his hands holding her wrists by her head. His hard thighs pushing her legs apart, his hips driving his cock into her spread core in one hard thrust.

She cried out loudly at the intrusion and squeezed her legs around his lean hips, digging her heels painfully into the backs of his thighs. He pulled out nearly fully and drove back into her. Her lusty cries echoed around the room.

"You're a forgiving fool" He brought his head down to hers and the kiss they shared was almost cruel both trying to take control and punish each other. Neither really knew what was driving them but each were moving with anger, hate, guilt and desperation as their actions grew in pace and deliberation.

Harrie was on fire, the force behind Malfoys thrusts was bordering on painful, the slide of his cock inside her unrelenting. It felt so fucking good she thought she was going to lose her mind. The look of him, the smell, the taste the sound, it was all around her…In her, a part of her and she never wanted it to end. She dug her teeth into his lip as she came shuddering beneath him,

"And you're a fucking blind idiot" She spat at him as she quivered from pleasure, he pulled out just as he felt his peak and used his fist to finish, spraying his release over her in thick creamy spurts across her stomach and breasts. She panted and writhed, Draco groaned at the obvious erotic thrill she got from watching him come and having his seed marking her flesh. He didn't know why but he had to mark his claim on her in some deviant way and the fact that she obviously loved it was even better.

"You are unreal" He panted, his chest heaving

She gazed at him a very satisfied smile curving her kiss swollen lips and ran her finger through one of the pearly white streaks pooling on her heated skin.

A deep growl rumbled up from his chest as she sucked her finger clean, her eyes closing in bliss.

"Is that good?" She asked, her green eyes looked through heavy lashes, he leant down till his lips were a hairs breath from hers,

"Extremely"

Harrie made it back to the tower just after dinner even though Malfoy had tried his best to talk her into staying longer, but she knew she couldn't stay another night. She knew she was going to have to 'explain' herself to Hermione, she hated arguing with her friends, she just wanted her life to be smooth sailing. Ha what a joke that was! As soon as she pushed her way into the common room, her bushy haired friend was pulling her up the stairs to their room, Ron gave Harrie an apologetic shrug as they disappeared up the stairs.

Hermione slammed the door shut and turned on her friend "Well? Are you going to explain yourself?" her tone was nearly shrill with her repressed anger, Harrie really couldn't be bothered with this "What about it needs explaining Hermione?" She said in defeat and made her way to her trunk and starting rummaging for a change of clothes, there was only so much a cleaning charm could achieve, she was seriously in danger of stinking.

"You made a spectacle of yourself! And you didn't sleep in your bed last night either!" Hermione started gesticulating widely, her dander well and truly up.

"So what?" Harrie spat, she wanted to just go have a bath, this day had been long and weird enough without having to deal with whatever girl issues Hermione had with her today, she walked away from her friend moving into the bathroom, hoping her friend would get the hint and drop this conversation.

"So, don't you have any idea how it looked?" Hermione demanded, her face thunderous, Harrie banged her head against the door frame and tried to say calm.

"Why do you care?" She asked in a tone she thought would calm the raging beast that was Hermione. It partially worked. "I don't…. I just thought…You would care more about your reputation" Hermione said rather lamely.

Her reputation? What reputation? Harrie stared at her friend in utter bewilderment "Seriously why are you on my arse about this?" she finally asked

"You…. I mean to say…you're…." Hermione muttered her face flushing then she seemed to deflate in defeat, before she blurted "You are leaving me behind!"

"What?" Harrie had never been more confused in her life. She couldn't get her head around what her friend had just told her. What did that even mean anyway? She wasn't going anywhere, she was just enjoying being herself for once. Hermione, having read the expression on her friend's face, sat down onto her bed and pulled Harrie down to sit beside her to try explain what she meant.

"You are having sex and you are so self-assured now. You jerked off someone during class! Now you are off at night not telling me where you are going, getting high with Neville and god only knows what else"

"Are you jealous or something?" Harrie asked in complete bafflement. She didn't understand where this conversation was even coming from, she thought Hermione was just pissed off that she had been breaking school rules.

"No…yes"

"Hermione I…."

"We have always done stuff together…and now you are drifting away"

Harrie took hold of her friends' shoulders and gave her a shake "Hermione we will always be friends" But Hermione threw her hands off and turned her face away. Harrie was appalled to see tears on her friends cheeks. What the hell was going on here? She was really starting to panic when Hermione turned back to her, steal in her voice

"No, you listen to me Harelayna. You are my best friend, maybe the only real friend I've ever had, and I can't help but feel…abandoned, I have for years" she ended in a very small voice, Hermione knew it was stupid, but she hated the thought of not having Harrie beside her on crazy adventures. When she had tried explaining it to Ron, he hadn't really understood either, he had other friends though other guys to hang out with, Hermione really only got on with Harrie. She remembered being at primary school and everyone thinking she was a know it all geek. But she also remembered Harrie bursting into a bathroom after a troll, sharing late night secrets and finally having someone who wanted to spend time with her just because they liked her.

"Now you look here Hermione Jean Granger, I love you, you are closer to me than a sister in every way and don't tell Ron but you are my bester-est friend," Hermione gave a tear-filled laugh at the made up word but Harrie continued on, pulling her friend a tight embrace "I will always need you Hermione. You can't get rid of me, you are forever going to be stuck with me"

Hermione tightened her hold on Harrie and thanked anyone who was listening that she had a friend like Harelayna Potter to call her own.

"Um Harrie?" Hermione's voice was quiet

"Yes, darling Hermione?" Harrie purred into the near afro Hermione called hair

"You are in serious need of a shower, you stink"

Harrie sat back and took a whiff of her armpit, it wasn't quite gag worthy, but it was close.