"Malfoy!" growled a brutal, venomous voice. Draco shuddered and squirmed uncomfortably in his loose fitting robes. He could feel the anger vibrating off Snape's body, like flames trickling up his legs. "Where are you going?"

"To see a friend," Draco said coolly.

"A friend? Outside of Slytherin? Who?" Snape snapped sceptically.

"I don't see why it concerns you," Draco said, his tone calm.

"Your father told me, gave me direct instructions, to keep an eye, or both if possible, on his, and I quote 'troublesome, rule-ignoring son'."

"I'm not troublesome!"

"All right, his deliberately difficult son," Snape barked. Yeah, alright. That one I'll give you, Draco thought, smiling inside, but keeping his scowl on his face.

"I'm going to see Harry, if you really must know."


"Yes, Harry. God, you must know him. He's a little famous. You know, the one with black hair, glasses, a scar on his forehead, quite talented at Quidditch and he has-," Draco said exasperatedly. Snape cut him off, which was probably best because the next thing Draco was going to say was 'the hottest body around.' Probably an opinion I should keep to myself, he thought, while Snape lectured him.

"That boy is trouble for you. You father told me about your getting cursed on the train sometime ago. If you wish to get yourself into hot water, far be it for me to prevent it. However, you should know what is best for yourself. You should avoid him at all costs."

"Are you sure about that?"


"Perhaps you don't know the meaning of the word, but I did say friend! We are friends, Harry and I. He's not going to curse me unless I give him good reason."


"Yes. Obviously you are unfamiliar with friends. They are those people you turn to when you are sad!"

"Sad?" The puzzlement in Snape's voice was most comical.

"Yes, sad. Well done," Draco grumbled. Snape's lip curled.

"Malfoy!" The word was filled with threat, threat that Draco ignored. He knew Snape would not do anything to him, for fear of the wraith of Lucious.

"What's with the one word sentences?"


"Never mind."


"May I go?"

"Fine then, go on. But don't expect me to defend you if you do get cursed."

"I won't get cursed and if I do, for some obscure reason, I won't come to you." Draco stomped away, seething. He was supposed to meet Harry ages ago. Stupid meddling teachers!

With a cheeky smile, Draco reminded himself that Harry would not be leaving their meeting place. There was not a chance of Harry leaving, no matter how late Draco was. They met once a week, same time, same place. Any other meeting was unplanned and usually painfully short. However, this meeting, every Friday at 8 o'clock, was everything but short.


"Draco. You are usually here before me. What kept you?" Harry asked in a voice so calm it made Draco nervous.

Draco watching him a moment, standing in the centre of the derelict classroom once used for charms classes, before a student decided to show how clever they were by creating an irreversible charm on the room that prevented anyone over the age of eighteen from entering. Harry and Draco always met here, coz no one else used it. Unruly hair poked up all over Harry's head, one piece fallen to cover Harry's scar. Draco longed to put that piece of hair back so he could see the scar, odd as it seemed.

He loved every part of Harry, especially the parts of him that made him Harry Potter, the boy who lived. The fact that Draco and Harry were so wrong for each other, yet still so in love made Draco feel so privileged. He had Harry all to himself, despite them knowing it was completely wrong. For instance, Harry's eyes, so pure they almost radiated innocence; no one could resistance falling under Harry's spell. Those eyes were too pure for Draco, he didn't deserve to see them looking at him, filled with love and longing. But he would never give them up. Desire almost felling him, he stepped forward a few strides, then paused. He was prolonging the moment of connection to tease himself. He knew this would make the actual moment ten times better than if it happened immediately.

"It was Snape, that arse."

"Oh, Draky," Harry sighed. Draco snorted.

"That's the most pathetic thing you could ever call me," He commented ruthlessly. Harry grinned. Draco stepped closer to him, drawn in by that smile. Still, somehow, he kept himself under control.

"I know. I don't care. You're mine, I can call you whatever I want. And just so you know, Snape may be an arse, but the only arse I'm interested in- ," he winked, forcing Draco to draw even closer, despite his wishes to lengthen the moment, "-is yours."

Finally Draco couldn't help himself and he closed the already small space between him and Harry. He leant forward into the Gryffindor's arms, and they rested their foreheads together, grinning at Harry's half-joke. Slowly, the rise of anger Snape had brought onto Draco fell away, replaced with sweet, gentle, surging love. Harry was staring into his eyes, transfixed.

"Since when am I yours?" Draco asked softly, tormenting Harry.

"Since always," Harry murmured. Then, Harry's soft, supple lips fell open slightly, and his eyelids flickered shut. Draco knew what Harry wanted, and what he, himself, wanted. Bowing to the temptation that Harry's open mouth filled him with, Draco gently attached his curved, thin lips to Harry's full, perfect ones. Harry exhaled through his nose, the warm air tickling Draco's face. He grinned into the kiss, and then surreptitiously slipped his tongue into Harry's waiting mouth. A moan rose from Harry's throat and Draco responded by forcing the other boy to walk backwards until he was pressed up again the wall behind him.

For a few moments the passionate kiss raged like fire, until Draco pulled away unannounced. Harry's reaction was delayed; his eyes remained closed momentarily and his mouth open. Then he shook himself and watched Draco striding away from him. Draco was pacing the room, feeling the heat and wishing to connect with Harry again.

"What's up, babe?" Harry asked.

He had only been the one in Draco's arms for five weeks, not anywhere near long enough, and not once before had Draco been the one to pull away from a kiss. Draco wanted him; Harry knew that. He wanted more than Harry was prepared to give yet. It was not that Harry didn't want to; he was just scared. Still, he leaned against the wall, nonplussed. He had the upper hand, knowing Draco was wrapped around his little finger. All it took was one lick of his lips and Draco would be back in his arms.

"I. I'm sorry Harry. You are the sexiest thing I've ever known to exist. And you just torment me like this. I have to say it's cruel," Draco said as though it hurt, but on some strange level, he enjoyed this whole idea of Harry's innocence, this game of cat and mouse. Well, to a certain extent.

"I'm sorry too, sugar." Draco suppressed a laugh. Oh Harry and these stupid pet names. So ridiculous, so cute. So Harry. "I just can't. you know that I would, but I'm afraid," Harry said, hardly noticing the seductive note in his own voice. Draco sighed in pleasure.

"I know, I know, I know. I would love to say I respect your decision because I love you, but I don't. I hate your decision because I love you. I love you and I think you love me-."

"I do."

"-so I want to share something more than a kiss with you." He paused. "But I will wait. You know that you have me just where you want me," Draco said just what he felt, and he knew it was true. All these things he saw in Harry's eyes. His satisfaction, and his fear, was sheer in those green eyes. Harry attempted to grin in a puzzled way. Draco snorted and shook his head. "Don't bother trying to hide it, Harry."

"What?" Harry said bluntly.

"I can see it in your eyes. Every time I look in your eyes, it's dancing around singing 'I've got you, I've got you.' You're terribly cruel to me." However, Draco's face was split into a wide smile at the fake confusion on Harry's face. His voice was strong and cheerful, showing that he oddly enjoyed this pursuit.

"And yet, no matter what, you won't be able to force me, right? You wouldn't dream of coercing me into it. You can't bear the thought of making me do anything I don't want to do. I see that in your eyes. Your beautiful grey eyes." Harry winked knowledgeably and tapped the side of his nose.

"You know me too well. To be honest, I don't being known, not even you. I can't help it. It scares me to know you know me." Draco's tone turned more apprehensive and serious. His smile all but disappeared. He didn't like this part of the relationship. He didn't like the thought of anyone knowing his mind the way Harry did. It was spooky that Harry, being so pure, could ever know someone who was completely the opposite of them so well.

"Then we're even, huh? You are scared about me knowing you, and I'm scared of. that." Draco breathed out in an exclamation of amused frustration, his smile returning, bright and cheery.

"God you're naïve!" He burst out, his smile incredulous.

"Huh?" Harry said blankly.

"Say it, damn it. Just say it!" Draco begged desperately.

"Say what?" Harry grinned, faking bamboozlement.

"SEX! You always avoid that word. It isn't a disease, Harry. And how can you expect to one day do it with me if you cant even say the damn word?" Harry giggled nervously, like a schoolgirl. "Oh, you are so adolescent!" Though he felt the truth in these words, Harry could see Draco was toying with him.

"What else do you expect of an adolescent?"

"You still haven't said it," Draco reminded him casually.

"Fine. sex. Satisfied?"

"My appetite is merely momentarily satiated. I still know what I want, but can't have." Draco's voice failed to remain playful, and a new tone was injected to it- his last sentence dripped thick with yearning.

Harry felt it was time for a break off conversation. Patiently waiting until Draco was watching his face, Harry evocatively slicked his tongue across his top lip. Draco moaned in desire and crossed the room at the speed of light, pouncing onto his boyfriend. Harry felt Draco's petit body pressing against his, and they stared into each other's eyes, captivated, before dropping to the ground in a soulful, devouring kiss. Harry felt like he could just kiss Draco forever and ever and a day. Draco knew that he couldn't. He loved Harry, but kissing was not enough to make that love really real. He wanted more, a true chance to show Harry how he felt about him.

'Damn fear! It ruins everything. My relationship with Harry; my life; Harry's life; the world. Everything is feared, even peace and love. And sex. Oh, sex with Harry,' Draco thought. 'How can he fear something so superbly desirable?'

However, Harry, as usual, was right. Draco could never do anything until Harry wanted him to. Deep though his lust for Harry was, Draco could do nothing against Harry's will, nothing that might hurt the righteousness of Harry. As deep as his lust was, deeper still was his love by many leagues.


Later on, after the kiss had gone for so long it lost its flare for a few moments, they sat side by, leaning against the wall. Harry was calm, his face a little flushed, as he stretched his legs out and slumped his shoulders. On the other hand, Draco was flushed and had his arms wrapped around his legs, holding them close to him so his chin rested upon his knees. Draco kept flashing glances at Harry, who stared nonchalantly into space, thinking deeply about Draco's desires.

"Harry," Draco said tensely after a few moments. Harry turned his head and stared at the once again pallid boy he loved.

"What?" Harry asked, still half lost in thought.

"How long do you think I have to wait till you're ready?" he asked tentatively. Harry groaned and pouted. "I'm sorry, but I'm only asking. I don't mean to press the subject, but I want to know."

"Sorry." There was a pause. "I honestly don't know Draco. I don't get it, seriously. I love you, I really truly love you but it's so scary to think about it."

"Oh, alright. Then don't think about it. It's okay."

"Draco, I love you. I just can't say how long it will take before I'm really ready."

"Okay. But promise me the moment you want to, don't think about it, just come find me wherever I am. Don't try to talk yourself out of it, let go of the doubts and come to me, ok?" Harry shivered.

"Ok, draco. We'll see." Draco felt a slight ice in Harry's voice. He quickly lightened the mood with a soft, short and yet satisfying kiss. Harry's face flickered into a smile, a measly little smile, which died instantly. Draco rolled his eyes, thankfully without Harry seeing.

"So, baby. When are you going to tell your buddies about me?" Draco asked lightly.

"Not until you tell yours about me," Harry retorted smartly.

"But they aren't my friends. I hate them and they hate me. We just hang out because we don't want to be alone. And because our parents are. friends."

"Well, I am not telling Hermione or Ron until everyone else knows."

"Everyone! Are you mad?"

"About you, yes. About telling people, no. I don't really care who knows, as long as I have you."

"That's really sweet, Harry, but. everyone?"

"Yes, everyone. Hogwarts at least. And since I'm me and you're you, everyone else in the wizarding world will know." Draco shuddered.

"Can't you just tell mudblood and Weasel?"

"That is so childish," Harry scoffed.

"Shut up," Draco retorted with a smile.

"No, I can't just tell them. It would be so embarrassing. 'Hey, you guys, I have something to tell you. I'm gay and, to make this more of a shock, I'm with Malfoy. Yes, that's right, Malfoy, who would like nothing better than to shag me senseless.' I would sooner die, Draco."

"No you wouldn't!" Draco exclaimed vehemently and he launched himself onto Harry, who cringed slightly. They flopped to the ground, lying side by side. Draco pulled Harry close and kissed his cheek. Harry exhaled softly, blowing on Draco's face, loving how good Draco felt against him. Almost good enough to give in to the inevitable. Seductively and sorrowfully, Draco whispered in Harry's ear. "What would I do without you, Potter? How could I live? You're my oxygen." Harry sighed, so in love it made him crazy.

"What would I do without you, Draco Malfoy?"

Draco pressed his lips to Harry's ear, causing Harry to release the slightest of moans, and breathed in the smell of Harry's hair. Almost silently, Draco recited, in his drifty singing voice, a sudden inspiration.

"You're my oxygen,

I breathe you every time I'm near you.

You're my sustenance,

I don't want you, I need you."