A/N: Ok, this is the first of seven short stories about Harry and Draco. They are all SLASH, so don't read it if you don't like it! Reviews welcome, but no flames, please!

I wasn't going to post this yet, but as it was my birthday yesterday, I decided to post it! I will update Save Me soon, too. I promise!

Room of Requirement Rendezvous.

Harry James Potter stood at the edge of the lake, near a weeping willow. He often came here at night to think about...things. Things like Voldemort and the war, Sirius and his sexuality.

Harry knew that he was gay, or at least bi, but he wasn't sure how to tell Ron and Hermione.

A sigh startled Harry out of his thoughts. Turning, he saw Draco Malfoy standing a few metres to his right, gazing out across the lake.

"Lovely night, isn't it?" the Slytherin remarked.

"Yeah," Harry mumbled. He couldn't help but think that the blonde looked angelic in the moonlight.

"What are you doing out here?" Draco asked as the Gryffindor sat down under the tree.

"Just thinking," Harry instantly wished he hadn't replied, thinking that Draco would make a sarcastic comment.

"I come out here to think, too," Draco's reply surprised Harry.

The blonde sat next to Harry and the two stayed silent for a while. Draco glanced at Harry, who appeared to be deep in thought.

"Knut for your thoughts?" he asked quietly.

Harry looked at him for a moment before answering. "I was just thinking about my godfather. You?"

Draco smiled softly. "I was wondering how I ended up sitting here talking calmly with a gorgeous boy who happens to hate me."

Harry didn't quite know what to make of Draco's "gorgeous" comment, so after a moment or so, he said, "I don't hate you."

"You don't?"

"Not any more. I've more important things to think about than a schoolboy feud."

Draco nodded.

"Harry..." the words died on his lips as he looked into Harry's large green eyes, filled with sorrow from the things that he'd seen. Draco wanted nothing more than to comfort the Gryffindor, so he did something he'd been imagining doing for months. He kissed Harry.

After getting over the initial shock, Harry returned the kiss, allowing Draco to deepen it and push Harry backwards, so the blonde was lying on top of him.

When they finally broke apart, they were breathing hard. Draco began to kiss along Harry's jaw.

"I want you!" he panted.

Upon hearing this, Harry panicked. He wanted Draco too, but he was afraid of what Ron and Hermione would say if they found out. Summoning his strength, Harry pushed Draco away.

"I'm sorry, I can't." he muttered, before scrambling to his feet and sprinting towards the school.

Draco watched him go in shock, before staring out across the lake and letting the tears fall.

It was two days after the incident at the lake and Draco had finally decided what to do.

He still wanted Harry, and he knew that the feeling went deeper than lust, he was pretty sure that he was in love with the Gryffindor. He knew, also, that Harry wanted him-he'd felt the Gryffindor's arousal when he'd been lying on top of the raven-haired boy, for Merlin's sake!

Draco summoned his courage, glanced down at the letter he held in his hand, and set off to the Owlry.

Harry was amazed the next morning when Hedwig landed in front of him with a letter. He hadn't had one for a long time. He took the letter at once and opened it whilst Hedwig helped herself to his breakfast. Harry recognised the loopy, aristocratic handwriting immediately. Glancing around to make sure that no one was looking, he read the letter.

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry for what happened that night at the lake. I didn't mean to frighten you, or push you into doing something you didn't want to do.

I would like to talk to you face-to-face to discuss this-thing-between us and to apologize properly. Please meet me in the Room of Requirement at 8 o'clock tonight.



Harry looked towards the Slytherin table, met Draco's silver eyes and nodded very slightly. Draco smiled and seemed to relax before turning to Goyle, who was apparently attempting to speak actual words rather than grunting.

Harry looked down at his plate, feeling nerves about that evening's meeting already, to find that Hedwig had flown off with his sausages. Harry sighed and reached for the toast rack.

Harry reached the Room of Requirement at precisely 8 o'clock. He opened the door to find Draco sitting on a sofa in front of the fire. A bed stood in the far corner of the room.

"Why would we need a bed?" Harry thought. "Unless..."

"No, no, I can't do this!" he said, turning to leave.

"Harry!" Draco jumped up. "Just let me explain! Two minutes, that's all I ask!"

Harry bowed his head, not daring to look Draco in the eye.

"Two minutes," he whispered.

They sat on the sofa and Draco took a moment to think before beginning to speak.

"I meant what I said in the letter, Harry," he began. "I am sorry for frightening you, but I can't apologise for what I said the other night. I do want you, and I think that this goes deeper than lust. I think I love you."

Harry's head snapped up and he stared at the blonde.

"I think that our fights have always been born out of my wanting to be near you, to have your attention." Draco continued. "Even my hate and jealousy of your friends has come out of love. Harry, please give me a chance to show you how I feel! Let me in, let me love you! Love me back, please!"

Harry was confused.

"But Ron and 'Mione!" he asked. "How will they react?"

"Ron and Hermione are good people, and they love you." Draco answered. "They'll support you whatever you do, I'm sure of it!"

Harry thought for a moment, before letting his heart decide what to do.

"Draco," he said. "I do love you."

Draco smiled and leaned in to kiss Harry. Harry accepted readily, allowing Draco to explore his mouth. When they broke apart, Harry looked into Draco's eyes, and the love he saw there gave him the confidence to move back in to Draco and kiss him, exploring the blonde's mouth with his tongue.

Draco slipped a hand under Harry's t-shirt and allowed his hand to wander over the bronzed skin. Harry shivered at the touch and moved closer to Draco, allowing the Slytherin to dominate their kiss once more.

Pulling gently away from Harry, Draco whispered, "Shall we move to the bed?"

In answer, Harry grabbed Draco's hands, led him to the bed and lay down. Draco sat by Harry, pulled him into a sitting position and yanked off both of their shirts.

Harry then surprised Draco by climbing into his lap and kissing him. The contact of their bare chests drove them wild. Hands roamed across backs, shoulders, chests, stomachs, and soon they were itching for more. Breaking the kiss and standing up, it was just seconds before they had removed their pants and were lying on the bed.

Draco stared at Harry a moment before whispering, "You are beautiful!"

Harry smiled up at Draco before pulling his head down for a kiss.

Soon, the two boys were moving with each other, and hands were once more roaming over skin. It didn't take long for Draco to find out that if he ran his fingers lightly down Harry's stomach, the Gryffindor would writhe beneath him in a most pleasurable way. Harry himself found out that if he gently sucked the hollow in Draco's collarbone, the blonde would grind their hips together, creating a nice friction.

Draco began kissing his way down Harry's chest, stopping briefly to suck on Harry's nipples. When he did this, Harry's hands found their way into the silky blonde locks of Draco's hair. After paying adequate attention to each of Harry's nipples, Draco continued kissing his way down, leaving a trail of tingling skin in his wake.

"Harry," Draco panted, crawling back up the bed. "I want to be inside of you!"

"I want you inside me!" Harry replied.

Draco smiled and reached for his wand. He performed a simple lubrication charm and slipped a finger into Harry. Watching his lover's face for any sign of pain, Draco added a second finger, and a third. Slipping his fingers out, Draco positioned himself at Harry's entrance, and looked into the green eyes watching him.

"I love you," Draco whispered as he pushed in.

They both groaned at the feeling, and Draco set a slow, steady pace as Harry marvelled at how well their bodies fit together, as though they were built for each other.

Draco picked up the pace as he felt himself nearing the edge. He reached down and began to pump Harry in time to his thrusts.

They came together, crying out each other's names. Draco pulled out of Harry and rolled off him, gathering the raven-haired boy to him and kissing on the forehead,



"I love you."

Draco smiled. "I love you too!"

They kissed again, before falling asleep in each other's arms, both happier than they'd ever been before.

The End.

A/N: For now! More stories to come! What did you think? Please, review, so I know whether or not to carry on.