The Beginning

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione asked, starting at him with worry in her eyes.

"Yeah, make," Ron was worried about him, too. "You seem a little out of it. Is everything okay?"

"I'm okay. I just have a lot on my mind," Harry replied, not looking at his friends.

"I'm going to bed," Ron suppressed a yawn and picked up his things. With a wave and a goodnight, he left his friends and walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.

Hermione looked around to make sure that she and Harry were the only ones left in the common room. "It's Draco, isn't it?"

Harry looked at one of his best friends. She had been the only one he told about his relationship with Draco Malfoy, fearing that Ron would react badly. Hermione, along with Draco's best friend Blaise Zabini, have been keeping Harry and Draco's relationship a secret for the past year.

"He's been avoiding me lately," Harry replied, running a hand through his already messy hair. "I don't know what's going on."

"Maybe he's just busy with stuff?" Hermione suggested.

"Maybe. But when we do get together, he seems so distant. What if he wants to break up with me?"

"Harry, you're being paranoid. You know Draco loves you. This thing with Voldemort has had everyone on edge lately. And seeing as Draco's the son of a Death Eater, it must be hard on him."

"You're probably right," Harry gave her a small smile.

"Let's go to sleep. We have potions early tomorrow," Hermione started packing up her things and Harry followed suit.


"Are you sure about this?" Blaise asked, eyeing Draco carefully. "You don't have to break up with Harry."

"I don't' want to," Draco said sadly. "But I have to. You weren't there at the Death Eater meeting. They're planning on attacking tomorrow night. Do be careful, by the way."

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. But, you know you don't have to fight with them. Fight with the light, or stay neutral like my family has been for years."

"My father expects me to fight with him. I have no choice."

"You always have a choice, Draco."

"You're lucky your parents didn't go with the Dark Lord," Draco sighed. "I can't go against my father, Blaise. I just can't."

Blaise sighed in defeat. "As your best friend I'll have to support your decision. But, just know that I think you're making a huge mistake."

"I know I'm making a huge mistake. But I can't go back on it now. And besides, Harry will hate me once he realizes I'm going to be a Death Eater. He'll probably end up killing me on the battlefield."

"Good luck." Blaise could think of nothing else to tell him. "Let's get to class."


"Harry," Harry looked back at the sound of his name being called. It was so soft that he barely heard it. He only saw Blaise, who was looking past Harry at all the jars and items in the supply closet. He seemed to be ignoring Harry while he searched for an ingredient for his potion. But Harry knew better.

"Yeah?" Harry spoke in a voice so soft that only Blaise could hear it.

"Draco said to meet him at the Room of Requirement tonight at ten." Blaise reached past Harry and pulled out a jar before walking back to his seat next to Draco. Harry smiled and went back to his seat feeling so much better.


Harry opened the door to the Room of Requirement, pulling off his invisibility cloak. He was surprised to see Draco there already. He looked at his watch. It was ten minutes to ten.

"You're early," Harry said, walking over to where Draco was sitting.

"Yeah," Draco stuttered. He hadn't heard Harry come in.

"Are you alright?" Harry noticed that he seemed to be a little nervous about something.

"Yeah, you just caught me by surprise is all," Draco gave him a reassuring smile.

"I missed you," Harry replied, wrapping his arms around Draco.

"I missed you, too." Draco's arms automatically wrapped themselves around the smaller boy. He felt a pang in his heart when he remembered what he was supposed to do. He tightened his arms around Harry, trying to memorize the feeling of Harry's arms around him.

Harry lifted his head from Draco's shoulder and smiled at him, his green eyes shining brightly. Draco smiled, trying to keep the sadness out of his eyes. Draco leaned down and captured Harry's lips with his. Their kiss was slow and tender at first, but deepened quickly. Draco's tongue slipped past Harry's parted lips, exploring the inside of his mouth.

Harry's arms wound around Draco's shoulders and Draco wrapped one arm tightly around Harry's waist while the other held his head firmly, his tongue trying to memorize every part of his boyfriend's mouth.

The two parted, panting for breath. Draco quickly caught his and went to plant kisses on Harry's jaw line, moving down to his neck. Harry let out a soft sound of pleasure. A sudden need for something more surged through Draco, his hands making their way under Harry's shirt. Harry gasped at the sudden contact but almost instantly relaxed.

Draco pushed Harry back gently until the back of his legs hit the bed that had just appeared there, thanks to the room. Draco gently pushed him until he was lying down on the bed and Draco was on top of him. Draco's hands had pushed his shirt up slightly, exposing his stomach.

"Draco," Harry stared at him with wide eyes. They had never gone this far before.

"Harry, please," Draco's silver eyes locked with Harry's emerald ones. They both held the same expressions of love and need. Harry nodded and Draco's lips covered his once more, their tongues battling for dominance. They parted lips long enough for them to take off each other's shirts. Draco's lips traveled down to Harry's neck before moving on to his chest.

Harry let out a sharp gasp when Draco's mouth captured his nipples, his tongue swirling around. A moan escaped his lips as Draco bit down softly. Draco's pants suddenly felt too tight at the sound of that moan.

Draco stopped, shocked to feel hands unbuttoning his pants. He went back up to kiss Harry, his hands moving to unbutton Harry's pants as well. Before long, both boys were naked. Draco's lust filled eyes admired the body beneath his and he could feel Harry's eyes doing the same.

Draco leaned his body down, moaning softly when he felt his erection rubbing against Harry's.

"Draco," Harry moaned, bucking his hips up. He continued as Draco moved, causing more friction between them. "Draco, please."

"Are you sure?" Draco asked. Harry could only nod in response. Draco reached down and grabbed his wand. He muttered a spell and his fingers were quickly coated with a warm liquid. Slowly, he entered his fingers into Harry's entrance, preparing him. Moans of pleasure escaped from the smaller boy. Once he was sure that Harry was ready, he reached for his wand again.

"Let me," Harry whispered. He muttered the same spell Draco had used, his hands getting covered with the warm liquid. Draco moaned, feeling Harry's hands move up and down his hardened member. Once he was completely covered in the lubrication, he lined himself up with Harry's entrance and pushed in slowly.

They went slow at first, getting used to the feeling. But soon both boys were moaning and writhing with pleasure. It didn't take long before both boys came with screaming the others name.


Draco opened his eyes and saw that Harry was still sleeping. With a sad smile, he untangled himself from the other boy's arms and got dressed.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," Draco whispered, leaning down to kiss Harry one last time. "I love you."

And without looking back, Draco left the room without another word.