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Chapter 17 Hugs, Kisses, and Suicide Wishes

Two weeks! It had been two weeks since Silas had dropped him off at this shithole he now resided in. Harry disgustingly surveyed the room. The walls were a dirty white color, with cracks running up them that led to an even dirtier ceiling. There was bed in the middle of the room, if you could call it a bed, well whatever it was Harry was mildly sure that it had more than one kind of bug festering inside of it. The mattress stank like old mildew and vomit, making the springs that stuck you in the back at night even worse. The only other piece of furniture occupying the room was a small coffee table that three times a day would magically appear with food, which of course always tasted like shit. Oh and there was a toilet in the closet. Thanks the gods for small miracles, or rather he should say thank Silas. But he really never wanted to thank Silas for anything so he was going to stick with the gods. At least it was a toilet and not a bucket, can you imagine the smell?

The bastard had transported him here, and then had the audacity to kiss him before leaving. Seeing as how he had no sink or toothbrush, he still couldn't manage to get the taste of him out of his mouth. Now his mouth, however disgusting, he could live with, but the fucker had left him with no change of clothes, or a shower. He was vaguely aware that he probably smelled, not to mention that all he needed to do to spike his hair was run his fingers through it, the grease took care of the rest.

He mentioned earlier that it had been two weeks since he had been taken here. What wasn't mentioned was that it had been two weeks without hide nor hair of the bastard who had dropped him off here in the first place. Harry had talked to no one since his short good-bye with Draco; god knows what the blond was doing now. They had been back together such a short time before all this happened. To elaborate on how short of time they had had would be to mention that they didn't even get to fuck. Harry had learned from experience that making Draco go too long without sex made him rather cranky. And did he mention that they didn't have sex? Okay so maybe not only Draco got cranky if left too long without a nice sexual experience.

The good thing was that Harry knew that Silas had some how managed to work the whole 'him being a spy thing' out. He would have heard something by now if it hadn't. I guess it was like how old saying goes 'no new is good news' but the whole 'no news' part really blowed.

Who the fuck did that little brat think he was anyways? Harry still didn't know where the fuck the asshole came from, but he was hella pissed with the way he was fucking up his life in the worst way possible. No he wasn't ruining his life anymore, he was living his life. God knows what the fucker did in his place. Harry wouldn't be surprised if when he got back he had slept with half the school, and was now a member of Hufflepuff. Now you ask how this is done, and he would be happy to tell you. He was pretty much considered a member of Slytherin when he was acting like a jackass, and now he would be a member of Hufflepuff because all he ever did was party and get wasted. You wouldn't think it by just looking at them, but those Hufflepuff's really know how to party. As a matter of fact they're not really good for much else.

Though at the moment getting wasted didn't seem so bad, it really wouldn't hurt to just pass out for a few days until this was all over. Though his luck he'd wake up and still be in the same God forsaken room. A room that by the way had no door. No fucking door! He was still trying to guess how that was even remotely possible. The only thing he could figure is that that was why he was warped here. Because Silas really couldn't have him escaping and ruining his plans now could he?

During the two week of solitude Harry had figured out that the red-eyed boy definitely had a plan, and that everything that had happened had been pieces of that plan. The sad part about his sudden boost in mental power was that Harry had a sick feeling that his plan was nearly complete.

Some things had just started to make sense in his mind. A perfect example was why he wanted him to become friends with the Slytherins in the first place. He wanted them to think he was joining the other side; he wanted to make him out to be a spy. He also mentioned something along the lines of he was the reason Draco had Harry, and Harry had no doubt in his mind that he set them up only so that it would further the whole him being a spy idea. Because really everyone already thought that Draco was a junior death eater.

Though Harry also thought that Silas had planned on making him stay in this room all along, and so that was why he had made Draco make friends with the Gryffindors. If Draco was friends with the good and wholesome gang, then there would be no reason to suspect the Slytherin of foul play. Meaning that he was free to continue roaming around the castle, not waiting in a room to rot.

Harry wondered just how close Silas and Draco were. It was obvious that Draco had taken part in the beginning stages of the plan. He did sleep with him after all, and Silas had let it slip that their little chance meeting had been previously arranged. Did that mean Draco didn't care at all? No, Harry knew that couldn't be true, he had almost been choked to death by Silas to stop him from taking Harry. Draco was in love with him...wasn't he?

"Am I interrupting anything?" Harry's eyes narrowed at the voice, and he spun around as quickly as he could, throwing his fist through the air. He couldn't help but be a little surprised when the badly aimed punch connected.

Harry was still breathing heavy as he watched Silas wipe a trail of blood from his mouth on the corner of his hand. "I guess I deserved that one." Harry's fists balled, and he was about to punch Silas again, but thought that he shouldn't press his luck twice.

"Where the fuck have you been? You left me here for two weeks without so much as a word! I'm dirty, I'm greasy, and I'm pretty sure that I smell! What the hell happened?" Silas seemed amused by the Gryffindor's outburst.

"Don't worry Harry I'll be taking you back to the castle in a little bit, and then you can shower, and change, and whatever the hell else you want." Harry hadn't really expected that answer. In his wildest dreams he had never thought that Silas would let him go back to the school.

"You're letting me go back?" Silas smiled, before walking over and plopping down on the bug infested bed.

"Of course. You didn't really think I would keep you prisoner here forever did you?" Harry looked down at the floor, turning a bit pink with embarrassment.

"Fine, but what happened?" Silas patted the mattress beside him, and reluctantly Harry sat down, trying his best to ignore the fact that their legs were slightly touching.

"Well it took a hell of a lot of explaining to get you out of your mess, and after I was poked and prodded about a thousand times I was let out. Then of course they checked Draco, and cleared him too." Harry's heart gave a lurch at the mention of the blond, but he continued to listen to Silas's story.

"Anyways then I had to play the perfect Gryffindor brat for the longest of time, oh and by the way you're involved with Parvati now." Harry's eyes shot open at this.

"What do you mean I'm involved with Parvati!?" Silas smiled again, before tousling Harry's hair. After he had tousled said hair he then preceded to wipe his hand on the bed due to the amount of grease such small an action collected.

"Well you didn't think your relationship with Draco could continue publicly did you? So I fucked the Patil girl, and those suspicions went away as well. She has a big mouth after all." Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could Silas just tell him all of this like it didn't even matter?

"I slept with Parvati?" Harry actually squeaked that question, and this time Silas laughed at the dumb face he was making after learning the information.

"Well technically I did, but I guess you could say you did." Harry narrowed his eyes at the all too friendly person sitting beside him.

"I can't believe you did that! I mean I didn't want to sleep with Parvati, and now everyone's all thinking I did, oh Merlin." Harry arched his back when he felt a hand begin to rub soothing circles on it.

"Don't get overexcited, besides just look at it as a good thing." Harry was seriously wondering what part of it was good. "Now everyone in the school thinks you're a great lay. After we fucked she told the whole school that she had just had the best sex of her life, and that's saying something. From what I've come to learn she's very promiscuous." Ignoring the hand that was still on his back, he collapsed back on the bed.

"Well that's just great! Now I probably am going to get some nasty disease." Harry sighed when Silas leaned back next to him.

"If anyone should be worried about catching a disease it should be me. I mean you technically never slept with her and so that would be kinda impossible." Harry smiled at that, and upon turning his head, was shocked to see that he was staring into red eyes.

"Why are you doing all this?" Silas scrunched his brow, before reaching out to stroke Harry's cheek.

"Doing what?" Harry rolled his head the other way, making sure that little connection they were having hastily broke.

"This." Realizing that he had just explained nothing, he opted to elaborate. "Why do you care what happens to me? Why are you making me do these things?" Even though Harry was looking the other way, he could tell Silas was upset about being asked that question, and he even thought he heard a faint growl.

"The gist of it...you're going to help me destroy my so-called father." Harry whipped around so that he was practically on top of the red-eyed boy.

"You...Your father? Your father's Voldemort isn't he?" Harry watched as Silas nodded, and suddenly felt very sick. He jumped off of the bed, running at full sprint into his little bathroom to empty the little bit of stuff in his stomach.

"Harry we really have to get back. It's nearly dark and I have to check in with daddy dearest before too long." Harry still couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could Silas possibly be Voldemort's child? He could feel the bile rising again, and emptied his stomach one more time. After he was sure he wasn't going to get sick again, he wiped his mouth and slowly made his way towards Silas.

"So you're the dark prince, so that would be why everyone refers to you as prince." Silas watched Harry calculate it all in his mind, and couldn't help but think he looked rather cute when he was trying to be smart. He felt the need to tousle the boy's hair again, but thought better of it, it was after all quite a disgusting experience last time he tried it.

"Yes, that would be the reason; although I'm surprised it took you so long to figure it out. I mean it was really quite obvious." Yeah it's obvious now that he knew about it. Harry scowled, and was so happy that he would be leaving the confines of the room that he actually stuck his tongue out at the other boy who he despised. In fact he even felt like joking.

"So how is it living with good old pops? I can only imagine the two of you on family picnics." Harry's shoulders shook with laughter, and after raising an eyebrow Silas even grinned at him.

"Yes, well I suspect that if my...father" Harry noticed how he had to force the word out, and even when it was out he sounded absolutely disgusted with himself. "had been around, my life would be something like young Malfoy's." Harry's smile faded at the mention of Draco, but then returned when he knew he would be seeing him in no time.

"So you would have been a spoiled brat then?" This time Silas actually let out a chuckle.

"Yeah I admit that my little spagettio is pretty spoiled, but you can't mock him for taste." Harry didn't laugh at that; Silas was staring at him way too hungrily for a laugh to escape his throat. He suddenly felt rather uncomfortable, and found that looking at the floor was undeniably his best option. "Don't worry Harry I'm not going to molest you." Now he really had started to relax a little, but then Silas just had to keep talking. "It's far too dirty here anyways, and you were right you really do smell."

When Harry looked up to glare he saw an unnatural twinkle in his companion's blood red eyes. "You're a jackass, you know that right?" Silas shrugged his shoulders before pulling out the same necklace that Harry had seen earlier when the boy took him here.

"Well we really should be going. This place reeks, and I know someone who is dying to see you." A huge smile lit up the Gryffindor's face at those words, and Harry saw Silas weakly smile back at him, before chaining the necklace around both of their necks.
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All the blood seemed to rush back to Harry's head as his feet once again touched solid ground, and he found that he was rather dizzy. He looked around, vaguely aware of his surroundings; he did a double check, and realized he had no idea what his surroundings were.

"Silas where the fuck are we? I don't remember a room like this inside of Hogwarts." Harry looked at the back of Silas, who at Harry's words seemed to snap out of a type of daze, and turned to him smiling.

"You haven't indeed." He couldn't help but think that the boy's tone was snobbish, like Harry was lying about never seeing this room before.

"Seriously Silas where the fuck are we?" Silas raised an eyebrow, and took a few moments before responding.

"My my you certainly have acquired young Malfoy's mouth haven't you? Though both of your mouths are attached so frequently it's really not surprising." Harry glared, but kept his mouth shut. It was obvious that Silas was done with his annoying rant. Anyways he had learned by now to deal with all of Silas's bullshit. If you were going to associated with him he had to get used to the constant subtle pick up attempts, and the outright scorning of his and Draco's relationship.

Silas quickly surveyed the room, and after his analysis turned towards him with that same high and mighty smirk he always wore when he knew something he didn't, and considering he knew a lot he didn't, Harry got to see that look quite often. "And I would have thought you of all people would recognize this room You spent so much time here last year after all, though I suppose it does change for different purposes." Harry's eyes widened, and suddenly caught on. His gaze traveled across the room, finding that it had completely changed. Now there was a beautiful four post bed with black silk sheets adorning it, and what appeared to be some food and champagne.

"What the hell were you thinking about using this room for Silas?" Harry was shocked to see the room like this, and was almost dreading the answer. He turned to look at Silas who had a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"For seducing you without being caught of course." Why is it that he asked again? Harry gulped when the red-eyed boy winked at him, and that same uncomfortable feeling came back. He decided his best course of action would be to change the subject.

"So what are your plans now that you can't be Snape anymore?" Harry's heart gave a wince at the mention of his former professor, but knew that he had to ask. It was strange though, he did feel bad about what happened, but a small part of him held a strong dislike for the man, even more than usual. Like he should know something terrible that the greasy git had done, but couldn't place it. Though he snapped out of his deep contemplation when he noticed that Silas seemed somewhat annoyed at the change of subject, but for the most part shrugged it off. After all he couldn't very well kill him after just bringing him back. Well he could, but it really didn't make much sense.

"I'll be around Harry." He paused. "If you should need me just touch the little mark on your back and think about me awful hard." Harry gulped when Silas winked again, and then was gone. You know he wasn't all that mad about how Silas had completely and utterly evaded his question. No, his thoughts all seemed to focused on one thing and one thing only. Now free of the mind fogging presence, he had one goal that he knew he must accomplish, he had to see Draco.
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Harry walked into the great hall mildly aware of the faces that looked up at him. No doubt they were wondering on his odd appearance, but he shrugged them off and continued towards his target. That target being the blond who was eating his food with what looked to be a permanent scowl on his face.

When he reached him he ignored all of Silas' previous notions about him shacking up with Parvati, and threw his arms around the blond, who to Harry's annoyance had yet to look up from his soup.

In a very low hissing voice, still without looking up, the blond hissed some words Harry really hadn't been expecting to hear. "For the last time Silas, I'm not fucking you, so just fuck off, and while you're at it take a fucking shower." Harry smiled at that, and then his smile grew at the absurdity of it all.

He leaned in to whisper seductively in Draco's ear. "Only if you join me love." It seemed that was the last straw for Draco, and he looked up, glaring daggers at Harry.

"I thought I just made that perfectly clear to you Silas, I am not, and will never again let you fuck me, assbag!" Harry smiled again.

"Is that like your new favorite word babe, cuz like the last time I was around you you couldn't stop using it either?" Draco's eyes narrowed, and Harry could see confusion flicker through him, and still ignoring the people around the hall who had looked up to watch the pair, he leaned once more to whisper seductively in Draco's ear. "And who said anything about Silas being the one to fuck you?" Draco's eyes seemed to widen at this, seeming to have just caught on to what was happening. In the back of his mind a little voice was whispering to him that Draco was very hypocritical to call him dumb.

To confirm Draco's suspicions the blond roughly grabbed Harry's right hand, pulling it so that two silver rings, rather dirtier for the wear, glittered in the morning light from the false ceiling. Harry saw a smile cover Draco's features before he was roughly grabbed, and dragged rather forcibly out of the hall.

The dragging didn't stop until the pair was safely away from the great hall; in fact they were literally on the other side of the castle. "Harry fuck, tell me it's you, tell me it's you baby." Harry's eyes filled with an overflowing amount of emotion, and all he could do was grin stupidly at the Slytherin, which seemed to be enough by any accounts for the blond. Harry gasped as he was pulled forward in a rough and yet tender kiss. This is of course was before, to his disappointment, the blond pulled back in disgust.

Draco held him at arms lank, slowly licking his lip while looking down. "Did you by any chance vomit recently?" Harry frowned at this, but figured he probably wouldn't want to kiss someone who tasted like puke either.

"Yeah I guess I did." He rubbed the back of his hair rather sheepishly. "Right after Silas informed me that I was currently shagging Parvati." Harry watched as Draco's eyes darkened, and he could see his knuckles go white with rage. That actually of course wasn't the real reason he had puked, but he really didn't want to get into that one right now. Plus Draco would probably be happy that he was disgusted enough to puke about being forced to look like he was cheating on him.

"You better not think for one second that I will allow you to continue that now that you're actually back." Even through the blond's rage Harry managed a smile, because he had just realized something. "I don't know what you could possibly be so happy about, because I really will cauterize you." The blond raised a finger to his chin seeming to think about his last statement. "Or at least cut off something of value."

"You don't want me for just my body then." This stopped Draco's rant and his eyes at first widened, then narrowed considerably.

"Is that what you bloody thought Potter? That I only wanted you for your body and a good shag?" Harry looked away under Draco's scrutinizing gaze but then, knowing he wasn't going to get out of this one, turned reluctantly back to the blond.

"Well yeah kinda." At seeing the fire start to ignite in Draco's eyes he quickly added. "I mean I know you said you loved me, but I kinda took it as you loved fucking me. Which is okay because I knew you couldn't really care about me, and I got you back so I didn't really mind." This time Harry really did look away. The face Draco was giving him made it too hard to look

"You really are fucking stupid aren't you?" Okay so maybe the gaze wasn't that hard to look at. Harry turned to the blond again with semi-narrowed eyes. He really couldn't get over the fact that every single person nowadays seemed to think he was some sort of retard. "And by the way why do you smell so horrid?" This time it was Harry's knuckles' turn to become white with rage.

"Why do I smell bad? Maybe because I was locked in a tiny smelly room for two weeks, with no shower, no change of clothes, no human contact, in fact all it had was a nasty toilet and a bug infested bed!" To Harry's surprise Draco smirked, and walked over grabbing the back of his greasy locks, pulling him so their faces were inches apart. Harry sighed, and closed his eyes when he felt a finger caress his cheekbone.

"My poor baby. Sounds like you had a very hard time. Let's go clean you up...whattaya say?" Harry grinned, and nodded his head.
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Harry sat scrubbing at his teeth, while Draco filled the prefect tub with water. He could already smell the scent of perfume filling the room, and Harry couldn't help but wonder if they would smell much more feminine by the end of this.

He almost jumped when he saw something pop out of the corner of his eye, and twirled around to see none other than Dobby standing there holding a stack of what looked to be his cloths. "Dobby!? What in the blazes are you doing here?" Dobby looked shocked to see Harry standing there, and he turned his questioning glance to Draco who looked highly annoyed.

"How is it that you know this house elf Potter?" Harry, still not quite understanding what Dobby was doing here, turned to Draco, giving him a smirk.

"We kind of go way back." Draco's eyes narrowed before turning back to the house elf who was nervously pacing on the floor.

"Just put the clothes anywhere elf, and leave. I'm sure Harry doesn't want an audience." Harry narrowed his eyes a little; he could try to be a little nicer, it was obvious Dobby was terrified of his former owner.

"Yes, sir. Sorry to have disturbed you Master Malfoy. Good-bye Harry Potter sir." With that the elf was gone, and it now left both boys glaring at each other for different reasons. Draco of course was the first to voice his reasons.

"It really disgusts me how friendly you are with such low level creatures...I mean really it's beneath you." Harry narrowed his eyes further, before turning back and cleaning out his mouth.

"Well you know what it really disgusts me is how you could have placed so much fear in Dobby that he's still terrified and refers to as Master. Seriously what did you do...beat him?!" Draco sighed before walking over to Harry and tipping up his chin.

"Calm down love. I don't want to fight with you. You can be friends with whatever lowly creatures you want as long as I get to shag you senseless. Besides as I recall the little elf isn't the only one that calls me master." Harry blushed at that, remembering one of their earlier escapades. It was funny how long ago that seemed.

Harry didn't object when he felt his shirt being tugged over his head, but he did almost gasp when he felt his pants being undone. Draco looked up at him oddly. "Is there something the matter?" Harry felt himself blush again. Truly he couldn't explain why he was so nervous about what undoubtedly was to come, but he shrugged it off on the fact that it had been so long since they had last been together. He shook his head, and the blond seemed satisfied with that, continuing to pull his pants down.

Harry stepped out of the legs, but felt oddly naked standing there in just his boxers with Draco on his knees staring up at him hungrily. The Slytherin seemed to voice the exact thoughts that were going through his head. "It's been such a long time." Harry slowly nodded, and the blond seemed to understand why he was being so hesitant.

To Harry's disappointment he stood and made his way over to the pool sized bath tub, but his disappointment didn't really last that long. Draco carefully began to unbutton his shirt, taking an agonizingly long time to expose his chest all the way, and what a nice chest it was. His skin glowed in the false light from the bathroom, and Harry looked down at himself, suddenly felt rather dirty. "Do you remember our first time my love?" Harry looked up at the sound of the blond's voice, and found himself enthralled with how he was slowly removing his pants. He was so enthralled that he almost forgot the question.

"Do you remember how I all but raped you out in the forest that night?" Harry looked up from the black silky boxers the blond was wearing, and almost saw sorrow in his eyes. Is that what Draco really thought he did...raped him? Though as Harry thought back that really wasn't too far from the truth.

He looked at Draco who suddenly seemed very fragile standing by the pool. His feet guided him so that he was standing a foot away from him, but once there he had no idea what to do or say. He sighed when Draco's arms wrapped around him, pulling him so that he was cradled against his chest.

"Let me make it up to you." Harry lifted his face from the crook in Draco's shoulder, and saw the same sad look as before.

"Draco you don't have to make anything up to me...I don't expect you to." To Harry's surprise Draco let out a laugh, only it sounded forced, and rather bitter.

"I know you don't expect me to precious, which is the precise reason why I must." Harry didn't understand what had suddenly come over his lover to make him act like this, but he knew that he really couldn't say no to Draco's request. Not trusting his voice at the moment, he slowly nodded, and gasped when he felt both of their boxers removed. He was still a little too shocked to object to Draco lifting him up to take him into the pool.

The warm water felt like heaven to Harry, who had been living without such a luxury for so long. He dipped his hair back in the water, noticing the entire time the intense stare he was receiving. Harry couldn't really be concerned with that now, for he really did feel rather disgusting. Using the soap bubbles that had filled the pool, he began to clean himself as quickly as possible.

He reached up to clean his dark tresses, but a hand reached out and grabbed his arm. He opened his eyes and as he felt Draco spin him around. "Allow me." Harry moaned as the blond's fingers snaked through his hair, washing it with soap that smelled faintly of vanilla. Harry sighed and leaned into the blond, and became very aware of the erection that was poking him between his thighs.

He made a move to grind against the body behind him, but was once again stopped by Draco. Harry spun around to stare into gray eyes, seriously not sure what was happening anymore. He made a move to stroke the blond's cheek, and was glad when he felt the pale face lean into it. "Draco I don't understand." His hand was grabbed, and Harry quieted down. He moaned in pleasure when he felt the blond's lips traveling up his skin only to stop at the hideous mark that seemed to shine all the more darker in the light. The skull shined in the soapy water, and Draco's eyes never left it.

"I told you I was going to make it up to you Harry...I don't want to just fuck you senseless." Harry gasped as he was pulled towards the Slytherin, who crashed their lips together in an all too tender kiss. "I want to make love to you." Harry felt a lone tear cascade down his cheek at those words, and crashed their mouths back together.

They were soon kissing more passionately, and Harry had never felt anything greater than having Draco's arms roam all over his body. How he had gone so long without this kind of contact from the blond was beyond his possible reasoning.

He gasped when Draco's hands traveled even lower, and snaked around Harry's painfully hard erection. He actually cried out when the Slytherin began to stroke him. He crashed their mouths together, before leaning forward and biting onto the blond's throbbing pulse. "Gods Draco...I want you...I want you inside me now."

He looked up only to meet silver eyes that were clouded in passion, but also with an emotion Harry had never seen before on any other one of their romps. There was also unmistakably unconditional love flowing to their very cores, and Harry pulled away from the his strokes, knowing if he didn't he would have came right there.

Draco pulled Harry back towards him, and looked into emerald eyes. He slowly slid one finger inside his entrance, smiling when he heard a moan escape the boy. Ignoring the fact that the Gryffindor was now bucking against him, he lifted the boy's face to meet his. "I don't want to hurt you my love, so tell me if I do." Draco sighed when he saw Harry quickly nod, and knew that the raven-haired boy had probably not heard a word he had just said. Sighing, Draco added another finger.

This time the Gryffindor did cry out, and this oddly made Draco stop. He had meant what he said to Harry about making love to him. He didn't want it to be like all the other times. Though by the noises his lover was making, it was obvious the Gryffindor didn't share his sentiments. Giving in to Harry's whines of protest, he slowly added his third finger.

Draco's heart gave a lurch when Harry's legs wrapped securely around his waist, and he knew that if he didn't hurry it up the boy would not last that much longer. He heard a moan when he positioned himself outside of the entrance, and was more than willing to take it slowly. He didn't expect what happened next.

Harry pushed down, impaling himself upon Draco, and the blond could do no more for a few seconds than gasp. He looked to see a small smirk on his lover's face, just adding to sexiness when he saw that his eyes were clouded over in pleasure. He leaned, in claiming the boy's lips, and slowly began to move inside him.

Draco let his head loll back when he felt Harry raising his hips to meet his every thrust, and got closer and closer with every moan or scream of pleasure his lover made when he hit the pleasure spot inside him. He knew he would not last any longer, and he pulled the Harry's lips to his. Vaguely aware that he screamed 'I love you' when he came.

Harry collapsed on top of Draco, and the blond held him there while regaining his composure. In all honesty he had never in a million years dreamed that sex could be that great. He pet the Gryffindor's hair, vaguely noticing that they had never bothered to wash the shampoo off.

Moving his hand so that it was now behind Harry's head, he tipped the back of the exhausted boy's hair into the water, effectively washing all the lingering soap out of it. He then proceeded to lift him in his arms, and carry him over to the couch that was on the other side of the glamorous bathroom, taking care to grab two fluffy yellow robes along the way.

After making sure they were both covered, he to collapsed on the couch, moaning when he felt Harry start to lick his neck. "Mmmm babe...fuck that was incredible, no it was beyond incredible...We should definitely do it again sometime." Draco heard a chuckle escape his exhausted lover, and began stroking the hair of the person who was currently sucking on his neck.

"Draco remind me to thank you for growing a conscience about raping me in the forest back then." Harry looked up when Draco chuckled, but could still see a far away look in his eyes. He crawled onto the blond's lap, straddling his waist so that he was forced to look up. "You know I don't care about that right? I don't care what did to me, I love you still the same." Harry was not prepared for the angry arms that pushed him, causing him to land with a 'thud' on the hard tiled floor.

"Don't you see that's the point? You should care about what I did to you! You should care about the way I treated you! I mean for fuck sakes I made it so you didn't even believe me when I told you I loved you." Harry's eyes widened in realization, and the earlier comment in the hall came back to him. It was in that moment that he deeply regretted ever opening his mouth.

He stood up, making his way again onto the blond's lap, ignoring the angry looks of protest he received while doing so. He pulled the Slytherin's face to his, but it was immediately pulled away. "Draco look at me...Draco the least you could do is look at me after the way you treated me." This seemed to catch his attention, for he looked up and glared.

"The way I treated you..." Draco stopped when he saw the enormously large grin covering Harry's face, and scowled when the boy collapsed on his chest in a fit of laughter. Draco really found it pathetic how he had let such a childish person get so far underneath his skin. Then upon closer examination of the giggling Gryffindor he realized that that was very far from the truth, in fact Harry was probably the most grown up person he knew...despite how he might be acting now. Draco looked when he heard the laughter stop, only to lock gaze with Harry's ridiculously green eyes.

"I never thought you didn't love me Draco...I was only slightly confused by your motives." Draco's time to digest this was thrown out the window when the raven-haired boy leaned in to nip at his earlobe. He purred his next words in Draco's ear. "And if you think for one second that I haven't loved everything you've done to me in one way or another, then maybe I should be with someone of more intelligence...maybe Parvati does suit me after all." Draco's eyes had widened, and he really had been enjoying himself until that last comment. That comment sent him over the edge. With cat like reflexes he flipped them both over on the couch, pinning Harry beneath him.

"That wasn't verra funny Harry." Harry smiled up at the blond, thoroughly enjoying his position at the moment.

"Oh but my love it got the desired effect...Don't you know that I can't stand it when you're not on top of me, whether it be homicidal, or otherwise." Draco smirked at the body underneath him, before leaning and roughly capturing his lips. He made sure to run a hand over his lover's chest, letting the feel of the scars remind him that Harry was only his. He pulled back, leaving the boy to catch his breath.

"Draco Malfoy...how do I love you, let me count the ways." Both Harry and Draco smiled, before an idea popped into the blond's brain.

"So Harry my love when are you going to brake up with the Gryffindor bitch?" Harry shook his head, and they both shared in a good laugh. Little did they know that tomorrow would lead to a place of little laughter, and much heartache.
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