Title: Draco's task (Chapter 3 of 3)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC17
Warning: Strong language, scenes of a sexual nature, angst, dark
Summary: Harry landed with a thud onto the grate of the fireplace. He could feel the bodies of his friends around him, but his mind was too numb to take it in. His body felt weak and as he lifted his gaze to the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place, it all suddenly shifted into place.
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JKR, this is written purely for fun.

A/N: Beta'd by the wonderful spicykittins who was so helpful and made this fic so much better

Harry landed with a thud onto the grate of the fireplace. He could feel the bodies of his friends around him, but his mind was too numb to take it in. His body felt weak, and as he lifted his gaze to the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place, it all suddenly shifted into place.

He felt his knees buckle in an instant and he landed heavily upon them, his face buried in his hands as he gave a loud wail. Draco was there, just there in front of him then in a gust of green flames he had vanished.

"Harry!" Hermione was crouching down by his side. "Harry, it's Ok."

He heard the people move out of the fireplace behind him, he heard their urgent words, their voices panicked, some soft as they tried to comfort him.

"Oh my goodness, please say he's going to be alright!" Mrs. Weasley cried as she hurried towards him.

"It's Ok," Kingsley said quickly, "I think it's just hit him that he's back. Give him some time."

"It's Ok Harry," Hermione whispered, rubbing her hand over his back as he sobbed so hard it hurt to breathe.

"Harry, mate, you're safe," Ron whispered softly kneeling down at his other side.

Harry peeled away his hands and he was met with the blurry vision of his two best friends who he had missed dearly, but who he did not want right at this moment. How can he tell them to send him back? He needed to go back? They had to get Draco before he- before...

Suddenly Harry's cries were even louder and no matter how many times he tried to open his mouth to get his words out, they wouldn't come. His throat was too raw, his tears too thick.

"We should give him some sleeping draught," Mrs. Weasley said quickly, rummaging in a cupboard.

She produced a small vile and handed it to Bill.

"Thanks," He muttered and he stepped closer to Harry, "Here you go this will help you sleep."

Harry looked at the little bottle in his hands and his eyes widened, "No!" He yelled, finally finding his voice. If he slept he wouldn't be able to get back to Draco in time.

"It'll help Harry, now open your mouth," Hermione said soothingly.

"No, no!" Harry shook his head, moving away from them.

Ron grabbed his arms and pulled him forward whilst George grabbed his face.

"Open up now, Harry," He said as he pulled at Harry's chin.

Harry quickly shook his head and struggled against the much stronger boys. Bill stepped closer to him until he was towering over him and bending down with the potion in his hand. He quickly uncorked it as George successfully pulled Harry's mouth open and poured the contents inside. George slammed his mouth shut and waited for him to swallow.

Harry had no choice, there was too much liquid, and his mouth just couldn't contain that much. He felt it trickle down his throat and all the way down to his stomach. The effects were almost immediate as he felt drowsiness over take his already weary body.

"There, that's it. Go to sleep," George soothed as he let go of his grip.

Harry moaned tiredly and unhappily. As he felt his head loll forward he caught a glimpse at the over sized shirt he still wore on his torso; the soft, warm, and comforting shirt that was now his only link to the other boy, the blonde one with the soft lips and grey eyes. The only link he had left with his Draco.

That was the last thought that went through Harry's mind as he collapsed forward into Ron's outstretched arms. His mind went back to hot baths and late night conversations, giggling and kissing beneath the blankets.

...his Draco.

Draco looked at the fireplace in stunned disbelief. Harry had been there only moments ago and it already felt like a crushing hundred years since he had last seen his beautifully boyish and pretty face.

The pink flush across his cheekbones, the last visible thing he saw of Harry, seemed to linger against the brick of the fireplace. He stared at it, daring to not even blink in case it vanished from sight.

Draco felt his breath hitch and catch in his throat. Harry was gone, he was truly gone. He wouldn't be coming back; he would never see that flush again. He would never feel the smaller body tucked delicately in his arms. He would never caress that skin, taste his lips, or look into those beautiful green eyes for the rest of his life. Which, he realised, would end rather soon.

For some reason the thought of not being able to lie in bed with Harry as they discussed their fears or laughed at inane jokes was more terrifying then having to confront the Dark Lord... no, Voldemort and his impending death.

That was until the sound that emanated from the wall met his ears. The soft ringing had never seemed so ominous than it was right then. Not even the first time it rang and he had to walk the length of the room towards a pale looking Harry compared to the cold shiver of sickened fear that he felt now. If only Harry was here, not just to shut off the bell but to tell him he was scared, because he truly was. He was so afraid and he would be honest with his fears too, because he trusted Harry. Trusted him more than anyone else he knew.

Suddenly Draco felt it; he knew he had to stay alive. He couldn't let someone like Voldemort take him down, not without fighting anyway, and the most logical form of defence at the moment was retreat. He knew he had to run, to flee... but how?

The house was like a prison, all the fireplaces were blocked, and Draco guessed that Harry's rescue was basically a one time thing. The doors and windows were all completely locked too.

As he thought frantically the sound of the bell seemed to be getting louder, penetrating his brain and confusing him in his thoughts. He was too frantic as he searched around the room for some sort of inspiration to hit him.

"C'mon Draco, think!" He commanded himself.

He was smart, very smart in fact. He could do this; if he put his mind to it he knew he could. The bell however was ringing for much longer than usual, and he knew Voldemort would be growing suspicious soon.

As his eyes scanned the floor, Draco came across a wet towel. It was the very same one he had used to towel down Harry.


Eyes glistening and his jaw firm, Draco felt like a wand had sparked into life in his head. He suddenly had a brilliant, or naïve, thought, which caused an eruption of hope and fear in his stomach.

He bolted from the room as quickly as he could, realising he was working against every ring of the bell.

"Kiki!" He shouted.

As he reached the bottom step the house elf popped into his line of vision.

"Master Draco, sir," She bowed deeply.

"Kiki I need your help, you've got to tell me something. Who gave you the orders to not let myself or Harry out of the manor?"

Kiki looked at Draco's frantic expression with wide eyes, "Master Malfoy and Mistress Malfoy, sir."

Draco felt his hope increase, "Ok." He bent down to the elf's level and gripped her arms with his hands, "Tell me the exact words they used."

The house elf blinked quickly before he ears perked up, "Master and Mistress Malfoy said, 'Master Draco and Master Harry were to not leave the house through the doors, the windows or by fire', sir."

Draco felt his breathing increase and his mouth twitch, "Did they mention side apparition with a house elf?"

Kiki blinked again and Draco tightened his grip.

"Did they! Did they say you could not apparate me away?"

Kiki stared at him and Draco's heart felt like it was beating in the proximity of his throat and then Kiki shook her head.

"No, Master Draco, they did not," She suddenly seemed excited and anxious all at once.

Draco's eyes widened nearly to the size of the elf's in front of him and his eyebrows drew up.

"Kiki, apparate me away. Quickly!"

Not about to disobey an order, Kiki nodded her head, "Yes Master Draco."

Then with a crack and one last ring of the now alarmingly loud bell, Draco and Kiki apparated away from the Malfoy Manor.

It was mere seconds later that Draco's knee's collided with something soft, and yet hard. He glanced down a little dazed to see green sharp blades of grass. He could also feel the cool air of the breeze as it caressed his face. He couldn't believe it, he was outside. He hadn't realised how much he had missed the sun until it was beating down, radiating his skin with warmth.

In front of him he realised he still had hold of Kiki's small arms and quickly let go. The elf looked up at him with her overly bright eyes as he scanned the area. They seemed to be in a deserted woodland area. He had no idea where about in the country they were.

He turned back to Kiki and smiled, "Good work."

Kiki suddenly smiled rather toothily at him.

"Don't suppose you could tell me where we are though?"

Kiki nodded promptly, "We are north of West Grove Village, Sir, in Southampton."

Draco blinked and rose from the grass, his eyes scanning around the wooded area, "How did you know of this place?"

"Master Malfoy sir, he often took Kiki here when he wanted to purchase something of high value for Mistress Malfoy. There is a store at the village that deals in certain artefacts."

Draco cringed a little as he realised what those 'artefacts' would probably be; no doubt dark of course.

"So, the village is Wizarding then?"

"Mostly, Master Draco," Kiki nodded.

Draco chewed his bottom lip, making note not to venture near the south towards West Grove.

"Are there any Muggle villages about?" He asked.

Kiki nodded and pointed her finger towards a small path that rounded the trees and dipped down the lane.

"The lane, Master Draco, it heads in the direction of Fawley Village"

"Excellent Kiki," Draco praised, smiling at her graciously. "Now you must go. Go somewhere safe."

Her large eyes grew even bigger and the sun reflected in them brightly, "Kiki would like to stay with Master Draco, sir."

"No," Draco shook his head sadly, "I'm afraid that won't be possible, Kiki." What little he knew about Muggles, he did know that an elf such as Kiki would start quite the stir.

"Then Kiki will return to her duties at Malfoy Manor-"

"No!" Draco yelled, causing the house elf to jump. He stepped in front of her again and bent down to her level. "It's not safe there Kiki, especially not for you. Promise you will not return there."

"Yes, Master Draco," Kiki said anxiously, wringing her hands together.

Draco chewed on his bottom lip before saying, "Perhaps you should go to Hogwarts." That seemed like the best of ideas. Draco wanted to find Harry more than anything but he had no idea where to begin to look for the hideout for the Order where he would, no doubt, be. Perhaps Kiki could be of further use and also keep herself safe. "Yes, go to Hogwarts, but when you get there I want you to find Professor Minerva McGonagall. No one else, do you understand?" Kiki nodded quickly, "Tell her that I've broken free of the Manor and I'm on the run. Do not tell anyone else this, only McGonagall." He would prefer the Order to find him and capture him before the Death Eaters.

Draco sighed; it seemed he was on no ones side in this fight.

"Then, when you have given her the message, go to the kitchens and work there. Keep your head down; don't bring any attention to yourself." Not that she would, she was a house elf after all. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master Draco." She seemed overwhelmed with emotion over Draco's concern for her, and forgetting her place for a moment attempted to hug him. Draco was startled as the little house elf's arms wrapped around him, then instantly pulled back. Her face seemed to turn a shade of pink and she looked slightly mortified with herself. He quickly patted her - rather awkwardly - on the shoulder before giving her a smile.

"Off you go. Quickly now."

"Yes, Master Draco," She bowed deeply, then with one last grateful look, which he returned whole-heartedly, she turned and disapperated from sight.

Draco sighed as he looked at the now vacant patch of earth where she had once stood. He felt truly alone now. An ache in his chest and heart was beginning to grow and he knew he was going to have to start walking, start moving towards the Muggle village to find civilization and, perhaps, take the first step towards finding his Harry again.

He turned on the spot and began his journey down the rocky path that dipped slightly down the bank. He didn't know how far the walk was to the Muggle village, but it didn't matter, because his mind wasn't on the journey ahead of him, but far away in beds, with playful smirks and careful hand holding. He was far away, thinking about the young boy he had taken care of, and had fallen in love with.

...his Harry.

Harry groaned as he shifted tirelessly. He felt like he wasn't meant to be sleeping, it was as if something had forced him into this state. How thoroughly annoying, he thought to himself as he struggled against the sheets.

He swiped his arm out across the mattress in an attempt to capture the other boy's body. His hand sliced down the bed until he realised he wasn't there. Where was Draco? He better not have gone down for breakfast so quickly, Harry really could do with a morning kiss, a morning cuddle, and maybe even a morning...

Harry frowned. The bed didn't feel right. Now that he thought about it, it didn't seem big enough when he cut his arm across. Where was the large double bed that they shared?

Yawning, Harry cracked open his eyes, and was first confused by the blur of red. He closed them again, before opening them wider and the redness focused better. He realised quickly that it was hair. It was hair that he saw, quite a lot of it in fact, when he woke up. He lowered his gaze to Ron's face, and he saw that it was etched with worry.

"Harry," He breathed, sounding relieved.

Harry rubbed his eyes then fished around for his glasses. As soon as his hand connected with them he slipped them onto his face. He sat up straighter and was a little startled to see Hermione and Ginny sitting at the foot of his bed. Ron, who was crouching down beside him, continued to stare at him.

"What's going on?" Harry croaked, his foggy mind feeling rather slow and tired.

"Do you not remember anything?" Hermione almost whispered.

Harry frowned a little as he tried to think. He was sure there was something he was meant to be thinking about. What was it? What had he thought about when he first woke up? It was there, he was sure but for the life of him he couldn't bring it back. He sighed annoyed at himself. He wasn't usually this slow in the morning.

"How long have I been asleep?" He asked.

"Three days," Ron replied.

Harry blinked at him, "Three days?"

"You needed the rest," Ginny said in a small voice.

Harry turned to look at her and she gave him a small, rather scared smile. He didn't like the distance they sat at now. He liked the time when they were so close, when they were happily together. Those were better times.

"How're you feeling?" Hermione asked.

Harry rubbed his eyes again, "Alright."

Ron chewed on his bottom lip nervously. He was about to place his hand on Harry's shoulder, but faltered and let it drop on the mattress. Harry frowned lightly at him but did not comment.

"You don't feel sick or anything?" Hermione continued.

Harry slowly shook his head, "No, should I?"

"Um," Hermione shrugged. "I don't know."

"You aren't still angry are you?" Ginny asked.

"Again, should I be?"

Ron sighed a little, low and relieved, "No, you shouldn't."

"Right," Harry looked between his friends in confusion, "What's going on? You're all being so strange."

It was Hermione's turn to bite her lip, "Well we were worried. We didn't know if you were still going to be angry."

"Why would I be angry?"

"You know," Ron said in a low voice, not quite meeting Harry's eyes, "You were so adamant about going after Malfoy-"

Ron didn't need to finish and if he did, Harry didn't hear it. The word Malfoy was all it took, because that's when everything came back to Harry. Every single day of the past month ran passed his eyes, every emotion, every word. He remembered being flooed away, he remembered being given the sleeping draught, the very draught that had caused him to forget nearly everything when he woke up.

His eyes stung as he remembered what Ron said; 'three days' it had been three days! Draco must have been...

"No!" Harry cried suddenly.

His friends all stared at him, but he didn't care he was too busy ripping the covers from himself and climbing out of bed.

"Harry!" Ron and Hermione protested.

Harry ran towards the door, he could sense his friends running behind him. He continued to run, right down the hall, down the stairs towards the stunned looking members of the order.

"Harry!" Remus cried as Harry ran right towards him.

He caught him around the middle, holding him back from the kitchen door. He needed to get through it to get to the fireplace, maybe he still had time, he could save him, and he didn't have to be dead.

"Harry, what is it?" Remus asked worriedly.

Harry stopped for a moment as he let the time sink in. Three days. It's been too long. He had slept whilst Draco had been killed... tortured and killed; the boy who had loved him so much, who had taken care of him, who had been his only companion.

Suddenly the sting became too much and Harry began to shake in Remus' arms as he collapsed. He sobbed and wailed as he thought of the poor boy, the sweet boy he had loved. He could feel a soothing hand on his back and a soft murmur of voices but it didn't matter, none of it mattered because all he could think about was what he had lost. What he had let get pulled away from him as he slept.

Draco shivered as he leaned against the brick wall. He had spent three days in the back alley except when he went to look for food. His first day in the little Southampton Village had surprised Draco. It looked so ordinary and quite alive, with people smiling at him and a few even said 'Hello'.

As he passed one shop the smell of fresh bread made his stomach growl in the most unpleasant way, so he eagerly went inside. As he looked at the freshly baked bread and the doughnuts, his mouth began to water. He picked up a loaf, placed it in a paper bag and stepped up to the counter.

The lady at the till smiled at him, "Just a loaf, love?"

"Yes, thank you," Draco nodded, feeling a little out of sorts.

"That'll be two pounds, twenty pence, please." She said.

Draco felt himself flush a little. He didn't have Muggle money. He had never had Muggle money; he didn't even know what it looked like. He fished in his pocket and pulled out some galleons. He stared at them for a moment then at the lady who raised an eyebrow.

He gnawed his lip before sighing and pursing his lips against a reluctant smile, "I'll leave it, thanks."

He turned to place the bread back when the lady stopped him, "Wait a sec, love."

Draco turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow. She put out her arms to take the bread, which he handed to her. She placed a sticker over the paper bag, keeping it in place then handed it back to him with a smile and a sly wink.

"Don't tell anyone," She whispered.

Draco looked at her then at the bread, his mouth dropped open; then his lips quirked into a huge smile.

"Thank you," He said earnestly.

"That's Ok, love. Now you be on your way."

Draco nodded and with another large smile at her, he headed out of the store. His bread safely tucked under his arm.

Draco's stomach growled as he thought back to that. It had been a whole day since he finished that loaf, and now here he was in an alleyway, daydreaming about food. He had had a few other things too. When he was walking the streets of the small village a fruit stall holder threw him an apple whilst he was shouting about 'four bananas a pound'. Draco had smiled at him gratefully, but the fruit stall holder was already placing grapes into a bag for an elderly lady.

Another time when Draco was sitting on the curb of a street, with his head in his hands as he thought about Harry and his parents, a lady opened her front door. She picked up the milk bottles from her step and looked at Draco's crushed face. He looked dirty too. His clothes were grimy from having to sleep in the dirty alley and his hair was sticking up. She walked over to him and without a single word placed one of her milk bottles beside him. He turned to look at her but she was already stepping into the house and closing the door behind her. Draco stared at the bottle in almost disbelief, before tearing off the tin foil and gulping down a large mouthful.

As Draco pulled his knees up to his chest, he gave a huge sigh. How wrong he had been about these Muggles? Complete strangers have been rather generous with him over the past three days. It made him shiver to think of the lady in the bakery, the man at the stall or the woman with the milk ever having to come face to face with the power of the Death Eaters; which made him realise that it was soon time to make a move. He had lingered in this village long enough.

If he stayed any longer, Voldemort was sure to discover him. He had to stay on the move until he could figure out how to contact Harry. He just hoped that Kiki had gotten into contact with McGonagall straight away.

He shivered again as he tightened his grip around himself. Nighttimes were always the hardest. It was so cold in the alley and the darkness made him nervous. He didn't like not knowing what was lurking behind corners. So during these times he allowed his mind to wander back to the previous month. Where he and Harry were the only two people in the world and the bell was their only link to outsiders. However, its only reason was to inflict pain, when all it really did was bring love and joy to both boys when they needed it most.

Draco closed his eyes as he remembered a particularly fantastic morning and although he was cold he let his hand wander down the waistband of his trousers...

Draco was asleep in his large double bed. The soft pillow beneath his head felt nothing compared to the softness down there. He could feel something moist wrapping itself lovingly around him. Merlin it felt like heaven.

It was so hot too. His brain couldn't focus as he was pulled out of his slumber by they heat and wetness that licked and sucked and-

"Oh fuck," He moaned, his hips arching from the mattress.

He heard Harry give a smug hum as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft.

"Harry?" Draco panted, "What're you-?"

Harry gave a particularly hard suck as if to reply.

"Oh!," Draco groaned.

Harry's lips pursed tightly around him as he continued to pump his head and hand up and down his eager cock. Draco's body began to quiver, his muscles jumping with every hard suck.

After a few more seconds, when Draco thought he couldn't take anymore, Harry let him fall from his mouth. Draco whimpered pathetically, but Harry merely responded with climbing up his body until his head popped out of the blanket. Draco sighed at the sight of his face.

"Morning," Harry grinned.

Draco lifted his hand to stroke down Harry's chin, "Morning. Sleep Ok?"

Harry bent down and pressed his lips softly over Draco's before pulling back, "With you? I sleep wonderfully."

Draco smiled then moaned quietly as Harry reached down and gripped at his still hard cock. With a slight grin and lick of his lips, Harry positioned himself over him and began bearing down. As he penetrated himself, Draco let out a long breath whilst Harry swallowed and gasped.

Eventually he was impaled as much as he could and he gave Draco a look that shot flutters straight to his heart. Then he began to ride him, his hips coming up and rotating around as Draco moaned and Harry whimpered.

"Fuck," Draco whispered.

"Mm, Draco," Harry sighed.

Draco's hips jutted up to meet Harry's thrusts, making the other boy pant above him.

"Kiss," Draco demanded.

Harry smiled as he bent down, his hips still working quickly. Their lips met and Draco eagerly pushed in his tongue. They kissed sloppily for a few moments before Harry pulled back and panted, "I love sucking your cock, Draco."

Draco's stomach flipped as he stared into Harry's eyes.

"I've liked it since the first moment I did it. It tasted so good." He whispered breathlessly.

Draco's hands ran feverishly over Harry's smooth back, his thumbs rubbing at his sides, "Harry." His voice was soft.

Harry stared at him, his green eyes intent as they continued to fuck faster and faster. Then Draco felt it, it was building in his stomach. He was going to release. He was going to release into that beautiful body again.

"Harry, I'm gonna, I'm-"

"Me... too." Harry panted.

"Fuck, come Harry," He begged.

Harry nodded and rode faster until suddenly his body stiffened, his hips still moving and he let out a strangled cry. His muscles rippled down the length of Draco's cock and with a quick deep gasp, Draco was arching and releasing.

"Harry!" Draco cried, hearing the name echo off the brick wall around him.

He opened his eyes to see the dark walls of the cold alleyway. His hand was still down his trousers, grasping at his sagging cock and was now covered in his own come. He pulled it out with a sigh and felt decidedly dirty with himself. How could he think of Harry whilst sitting in a disgusting alley?

Harry could hear them downstairs. Grimmauld Place was terrible for its echoing halls and in the room in which he lay he could hear every whispered word. No one could understand Harry's reaction to Draco's obvious demise. No one could understand, but Kingsley was supplying the answer the best he could.

"It's a simple case of Stockholm Syndrome, I'm afraid," came his booming voice.

Harry could just imagine the confused looks.

"It's what?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Stockholm Syndrome; where the victim becomes attached to their kidnapper. It's a fairly common cause. They begin to identify with them, see themselves within them. Harry, who we all know as already an empathetic person, obviously began to feel for Malfoy, seeing himself within him."

Harry's stomach dropped. He had pictured Draco as a prisoner just like himself.

"So even though Malfoy was doing... well... that to him, he still felt sorry for him?" Ron asked incredulously.

"As I said it's a common cause," Kingsley sighed.

"It makes sense, Ron," Hermione murmured.

"He's sick and doesn't deserve pity," Ron spat. "I can't even think about what he did to him!"

Harry tensed on the mattress. He curled up into a ball, his arms making fists around his pillow. He wanted to sob but he held it in. Is that what he had? Did he have this 'Stockholm Syndrome'? Had he been lulled into a false security with Draco? Was he really being abused and had forgotten? He begged with himself that it wasn't true. Draco wouldn't do that. Draco... his lost Draco.

Just then a weight sank down on the mattress behind him and an arm wound its way over his side and stomach. He caught the scent of that familiar floral smell and it sent his head spinning with warmth.

"It's Ok, Harry," Ginny whispered as she gripped him tighter, "It's Ok. It's all over. I'm here."

Harry finally let the tears fall as he wrapped his hand on top of Ginny's and allowed himself to be held. His ex-girlfriend... his 'on-hold' girlfriend... his whatever, was holding him tightly and Harry felt safe... but not content. He didn't want her, he wanted something he could never have again and the longing and loss ripped at his heart.


Draco walked down the road slowly. It had been two days since he left the village and he hadn't really gotten very far. He figured it was because he didn't really want to be too far away from it. Not only were the people kind and friendly but that was where Kiki would be sending McGonagall should she pass on the message.

Draco did wonder briefly why she hadn't come for him yet. Maybe the little house elf hadn't reached her yet. Or maybe and most likely, McGonagall just didn't find him worthy of saving. Not after what he did to Harry.

At the thought of Harry, Draco's heart gave a painful splutter. How he missed Harry so much. It was the only thing keeping him going, the thought of his face, his touch, his voice, his beautiful flush that swept his cheekbones.

Draco kicked at a stone as he walked with his hands in his pockets. Around him was a small woodland, which looked a little ominous, similar to the Forbidden Forest. Draco thought back to his first time in the forest at Hogwarts. How he made a fool out of himself in front of Harry as he ran away screaming from the Dark Lord. He had left Harry to fend for himself.

Draco sighed. He was running away again, but this time he was doing it for Harry... as well as himself. He was never going to leave Harry ever again. Or have him snatched away if he could help it. However, that all depended on if Harry still wanted him of course.

Just as he gave the stone another kick, Draco heard the unmistakable crack of an apparition. His stomach jolted sickeningly and he did the first thing that sprung to mind and jumped behind the nearest bush.

He sat amongst the thorns and leaves, holding his breath against the heavy panting that burned at his lungs. He could hear footsteps as someone walked across the rocky road. The footsteps paused and Draco felt his heart jump into his throat.

Then with a rustle of leaves, Draco heard the voice that he didn't want to hear.

"Well, well, Malfoy. Fancy finding you here."

McGonagall appeared in the kitchen in a flurry of tartan and her face was tight and red. All heads snapped up to her in an instant. Harry who had been staring down at a bowl of soup looked up at his old Head of House with mild curiosity.

"I've had news," She said rather breathlessly.

"What is it," Remus asked quickly as he stood from his chair and ushered her to seat. She did so gladly.

"Well as you know I've been away from Hogwarts for the past week, for the... um..." She paused as she looked at the faces of the wizards who were not meant to know, particularly Harry's, but the other boy's curiosity had gone passed the point of caring anymore.

"Yes," Remus cut in quickly, sparing everyone the details.

"Well, I returned only an hour ago to find a frantic house elf in my office. Crying it was, demanding to know where I had been. Well, it started to babble all sorts of nonsense and I couldn't make out a single word it was saying." McGonagall shook her head and Hermione's face looked rather pained at the thought of a distressed House elf, "So after I'd calmed it, it started to explain that she was sent to me; to tell me that her master was on the run and needed our help."

"On the run from Voldemort?" Remus asked quickly and Harry's interest quickly increased.

"Yes," McGonagall breathed, "I've sent Professor Snape to get him."

"But who is it? Who's on the run?" Bill asked from across the table.

With a nervous glance in Harry's direction, McGonagall said, "Draco Malfoy."

It took quite some convincing on Snape's part to make Draco believe that he was not here on behalf of Voldemort. Draco had almost hexed his potions master and ran like hell, but Snape disarmed him and made him listen carefully.

"So all of this time, you've been a spy?" Draco asked, sitting on the dusty ground of the road looking up at Snape's figure.

"Yes," Snape answered.

Draco's mouth hung open for a while as he tried to process the information. Then something occurred to him as he asked.

"Did you help the Order rescue Harry?"

Snape sighed and nodded. Draco didn't know how to respond.

"I'm very sorry, Draco," Snape said suddenly, "I know that in rescuing Potter, it meant sacrificing your life to the Dark Lord, but I did not know any other way."

Draco shook his head slowly, "No, don't be sorry. It's Ok. For all you knew he was being tortured badly."

"Well, he was, wasn't he?" Snape asked with a frown.

Draco shook his head again, "No. Well at least I don't think so... he - he started to like it, after awhile."

Snape blinked then nodded, unsure of how to handle this new piece of information.

"He - he asked me to run away with him," Draco murmured. "I wish I had."

"Why didn't you?"

Draco looked up at him and blinked back the sudden sting of tears, "Because of my mum and dad. I didn't want them to be killed. Though I guess that's already happened."

"No," Snape said quickly, "It hasn't. They've gone. They've disappeared. No one knows where, but the moment the news of your escape reached them they fled. I was with them when they decided to go. They made me promise to make sure you were safe. However I didn't know where you were so I've had to wait for Professor McGonagall's return as that house elf of yours refused to say anything to anyone but her."

Draco smiled faintly; his house elf had delivered the message.

"So my mum and dad are safe?"

"Yes, the Dark Lord is furious with yours and their disappearances, but I think the loss of Potter is the worst."

Draco nodded and sighed as he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from him. His parents were safe, they weren't dead and it wasn't his fault.

"Severus?" Draco asked as he stood from the ground and brushed the dust from his trousers.

Snape raised an eyebrow at him.

"Would you take me to him, please?" He asked in a small voice, "I need to see him."

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly, but he nodded. "Of course, I have to take you to the Order anyway. They would be the safest people for you to be around. However, after your recent, er, task from the Dark Lord, I fear they are going to be hard to convince to allow your stay."

Draco looked dejectedly at the ground. He hoped they allowed him to stay with them, but even if they didn't he hoped he would at least get a glimpse of Harry. As Snape gripped his arm for side along apparition, he felt suddenly nervous, but kept Harry's face firmly in his mind.

Kneeling on the landing, Harry peered through the banister. Beside him was Ron and Hermione and they were looking at him anxiously. He didn't care though; his eyes were trained on the kitchen door.

Behind him he heard other people sit with them. He knew without looking it was the twins and Ginny. They were all so worried about him and rightly so Harry admitted. As he continued to stare at the door on the ground floor, Harry wished for extendible ears. If only Fred and George still had a supply then he would be able find out what was being said.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Ginny asked timidly.

"Probably whether or not Malfoy should stay," Hermione replied in a small voice.

Ginny's eyes widened and she glanced at the back of Harry's head before turning the look onto the other girl.

"What? They can't have him here."

"That's what I said," Ron muttered angrily.

"It'll be too dangerous," Ginny continued, "For all we know he could still be working for You-Know-Who."

"We know Gin. That'll be what they're all discussing now," Fred said quietly, his eyes lingering towards Harry.

"Yeah, just drop it for now," George murmured.

Ginny pursed her lips, obviously still rather angry, but made no further comment. Harry had remained silent through the whole exchange. He heard every last word and had registered it completely, but he was still not able to remove his gaze from the wooden door. He didn't dare even blink.

Then something in the corner of his vision distracted him. Bill was standing round the corner from the door he had been staring at. He was shooting anxious looks between the kitchen and something behind him. It was obvious he was itching to go back to the meeting but something was keeping him. Harry and his friends heard Bill sigh then shoot another look behind him.

"Ok look. Stay here alright. Don't move," His tone was warning and Harry was sure he was pointing his finger.

Then Bill turned to the door and walked through it swiftly. The person behind the wall lingered for a moment or two then, as all the blood rushed to Harry's head, Draco stepped around the corner and leaned against the wall nearest the kitchen door.

Harry felt his mouth drop as he looked at Draco standing there oh so casually. He felt Hermione and Ron tense by his side and he realised quickly that he was standing up from his position on the floor. He strode in a rather dream like state towards the top of the stairs. He heard his friends say his name sharply but ignored it as he glided down the steps.

Draco lifted his gaze to him in that moment and he seemed to freeze for a split second then pulled himself away from the wall. His eyes were large as he watched Harry move quickly towards him, his expression unreadable.

Then, suddenly, Ron was there and he had wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, preventing him from getting anywhere near Draco.

"No Harry!" Ron yelled, "C'mon mate he's not worth it."

Harry struggled in Ron's arms, not saying anything but his eyes fixed firmly on Draco's.

"Harry," Fred grabbed hold of him too as did George and the three of them stopped the small boys struggles.

"Just calm down, mate," George said quickly.

Draco felt his heart drop down to the floor. Harry was looking at him with wide eyes and his mouth was clamped shut firmly. He knew this was going to happen, he knew the moment that Harry was back with those he truly loved and cared about he would remember how it had first felt. He always knew, but he'd also always hoped...

"Harry," Draco said in a small voice.

"Don't!" Ron yelled, "Don't you dare speak to him!"

Draco felt a flush of anger run the length of his body but he bit back his retort. It wouldn't do to pick a fight with Weasley, not when he needed sanctuary.

"What in the name of Merlin is going on?" Cried Mr. Weasley as he and the rest of the Order ran from the kitchen.

They looked between Draco and Harry and every single eye widened.

"You see!" Mrs. Weasley screeched, "This is why we can't have him here! He can't be trusted!"

"He has nowhere else to go!" Severus glared at her, "If we cast him out now, the Dark Lord will surely find him!"

"Good!" George yelled from his position still holding Harry, "He deserves everything he gets!"

During the shouts Harry and Draco never took there eyes from each other. Draco felt his face pale even further as he looked into the cold eyes of Harry. They were narrow and calculating.

"It's Ok," Harry finally said, ceasing all arguing. "He can stay."


"It's Ok Ron. He can stay," Harry said firmly, his eyes still fixed on Draco's.

Draco tried to give him a smile, something to show him his gratitude but Harry turned away and strode quickly up the stairs, followed swiftly by Ginny Weasley. Draco watched the pair leave in his silent heart ache.

Draco lay wrapped up warmly in the sheets of his new bed. It had been so long since he had slept on a mattress, and now here he was in Grimmauld Place, Harry's inherited home, resting in the large double bed.

After Harry's decision to let him stay the rest of the Order felt they had no other choice but to respect that, but under certain conditions. The main one being threatened to him by Ron Weasley, "You will not go anywhere fucking near Harry! Got it? "

Draco couldn't do anything but agree. He couldn't blame them. After what he did, or what they thought he did, it was hardly surprising they hated him and wanted to protect their friend. But it wasn't that way at all! Not the way they thought of it anyway. Harry was his only reason for still being here. Harry was his only real reason to be alive. He loved Harry more than he thought possible.

It was obvious though, Harry did not love him back. The cold look he gave him when they had first come face to face was the most heart wrenching thing he had to witness.

Sighing shakily, Draco turned onto his side and gripped at his pillow, screwing his eyes closed. He missed touching Harry so much. He missed being able to just hold him, to talk to him at night, to just be with him. Why couldn't life be easier?

...A soft knock at the door forced Draco out of his thoughts. He opened his eyes and stared at the framed wood at the other side of the room. He waited silently for a few seconds before another knock came.

Hesitantly he climbed from his bed and walked towards the door. He had a worried feeling it could possible be Weasley itching to give him a midnight beating now that he was at his disposal.

"Who is it?" He asked in a small voice.

There was a short pause before the reply, "It's Harry."

Draco felt his jaw drop a fraction and with shaking hands pulled at the door handle. As the door creaked open he felt his heart thud in his chest as he came face to face with the smaller black haired boy.

He stood nervously on the landing and Draco was reminded irresistibly of the child like figure of Harry coming to him that first time. After a few seconds Draco stepped aside and Harry walked in, closing the door behind him.

Draco just stared at him, his arms folded across his chest as Harry looked at the ground briefly before bringing his gaze up to him. The moment their eyes met, Draco felt a sharp thrill of electricity and need.

"I thought you were dead," Harry breathed.

Draco didn't know what to say so merely looked at him in silence.

"How did you escape?" He asked.

"Kiki," Draco replied.

Harry nodded, remembering their trusty house elf. The only one ever allowed to speak to Harry in his month at Malfoy Manor. As he stared into Draco's grey eyes the memory of his loss overwhelmed him and his own eyes began to sting with tears.

"I thought you were dead," Harry repeated in a choked voice, "I thought I'd lost you."

Suddenly, the tears leaked down his face, loudly and uncontrollable. Draco instantly hurried to him and wrapped him up in his arms. The moment their bodies touched both of them felt oddly right.

"Draco," Harry whispered against his shoulder.

"Harry, I've missed you so much," Draco squeezed him tighter.

He placed a kiss to Harry's shoulder over and over again before trailing them softly up his neck. He heard Harry's breath hitch in his throat and didn't know if he should stop, but decided he couldn't even if he wanted to.

Harry, however, didn't want to stop either, and began to tear at Draco's clothes. They ripped each others tops from their bodies and pushed down boxer shorts. When Draco pressed his naked body against Harry's and pushed him towards the window seat they both gasped.

"Yes!" Harry hissed as Draco trailed kisses over his skin.

Harry's hands roamed up and down Draco's sides as he was pressed back against the glass of the window.

"Oh Harry," Draco murmured against his jaw, "I want to be inside of you so badly."

"Please," Harry begged, "Please, I want to feel you Draco. I missed you."

Draco's mouth dragged along his jaw up to his mouth where the pair kissed deeply, whilst Draco's hand shot out to the cabinet beside him where his wand lay. When he picked it up, he waved it expertly as he lubed both their bodies. He dropped the wand carelessly to the floor as he parted Harry's legs. They both moaned loudly into each others mouths as Draco positioned himself at Harry's tight ring of muscle.

"Let's see if I still fit so perfectly," Draco panted against Harry's mouth.

With that he pushed his way inside, and the familiar heat and tightness overwhelmed him and he cried out loudly and happily. Harry's back arched away from the window as he gasped and whimpered.

"Fuck, you still fit me like a glove," Draco gritted through his teeth.

Harry panted as he opened his eyes wider to look darkly at Draco.

"C'mon," He urged, "Fuck me."

Draco groaned and started to buck his hips back and forth. Harry's head threw back briefly and his arms coiled themselves around Draco's shoulders, holding him close. His legs grazed Draco's thin side, his thighs brushing the skin. Every inch of their bodies sang with pleasure as they thrust hard against each other.

"Oh God, Harry," Draco moaned.

The feel of having Draco so deep inside of him, the gentle caress of finger tips, the heavy breathing and the pleasure filled voice only reminded Harry of what he nearly lost and although he was feeling ecstasy beyond anything he could imagine, Harry felt a sting of tears in his eyes.

"Draco," Harry whimpered quietly.

Draco saw the bloodshot redness to Harry's eyes. He spotted that they glistened too much and found himself only wanting to please Harry more. His hips began to rotate, urgently trying to press against Harry's prostate.

"Harry," Draco panted leaning forward to kiss him softly. When he pulled back he kept his eyes firmly on Harry's, "I love you."

Harry's breath caught in his chest and he closed his eyes as a stray tear fell. Then his forehead creasing, Harry's entire body began to quiver in Draco arms as his hips bucked rapidly back and forth. Then with a small cry, Harry came all over his stomach and Draco's. He rode his orgasm for what felt like hours before he finally stopped and opened his eyes.

Draco was staring at him in near awe, his cock sliding in and out Harry's body effortlessly.

"I love you too," Harry whispered his breathing sharp.

Draco made a small noise at the back of his throat and quickly leaned in again to kiss Harry fully on the lips. Then as his cock pushed itself deeper, Draco released. He moaned deeply into the kiss and Harry hummed in satisfaction as he felt his body being filled.

Draco parted the kiss with a soft smack of the lips and panted against Harry's mouth.

"Merlin, I missed fucking this body."

Harry's lips twitched in sedated pleasure, "I've missed feeling you come inside of me."

Draco closed his eyes briefly and groaned deep in his throat, "Fuck, I love you."

Harry chuckled then leaned back a bit as Draco pulled himself from him. He peered down at Harry's leaking hole, then back up, and was mesmerised by the pink flush over Harry's cheekbones. He thought briefly that he could cry at the sight of it.

Harry stood up gingerly from the window seat and grabbed at Draco's hand, "C'mon lets go to sleep."

He guided him to the bed and Draco raised an eyebrow, "But what about your friends, if they find you here-?"

"They won't," Harry assured as they climbed under the blanket. He crawled snugly into Draco's arms, "I'll leave before anyone gets up."

Draco nodded absently, his eyes intent on Harry's. After a while of the silent staring, Harry frowned vaguely.

"What is it?"

"I thought you hated me," Draco whispered.

Harry's lips parted in shock and his eyebrows rose, "Why would you think that?"

"Well the way you looked at me downstairs-"

"Draco, if Ron hadn't stopped me I probably would have kissed your face off in front of everyone."

It was Draco's turn to look shocked, "What?"

"Draco, you don't know how horrible it's been; stuck in this house day in and day out, feeling helpless and pathetic. All I wanted to do was go look for you, and find you, but no one would let me. They kept telling me that what you did was awful, that you didn't deserve to be saved," Harry swallowed thickly. "It was so hard to try and tell them that it wasn't horrible. It was wonderful," He lifted his hand to trace his finger over Draco's bottom lip. "That you are wonderful. But by then it didn't matter any way because it had been days and I was sure that you'd... that you'd been..." Harry suddenly felt like he couldn't go on anymore and sighed.

"Killed?" Draco guessed and Harry nodded his eyes damp again.

"I thought I'd lost you forever," Harry whispered.

"But you haven't," Draco murmured pulling him closer, "I'm here. I'm here with you now."

Harry smiled against his neck, his head tucked beneath Draco's chin.

"I love you so much," Harry whispered.

Draco's hands ran smoothly up and down Harry's back and he grinned widely, "I love you too. You're the only thing that got me through all of this."

Harry tightened his hold around him and pressed a kiss to Draco's throat.

"I'll tell everyone as soon as possible. I'll get them to understand. You and I are together and there's nothing they can do about it."

Draco smiled and squeezed him tightly, "Best not tell them straight away though, eh? Weasley might hex my bollocks off."

Harry snorted softly, "He'll do that no matter how long I wait to tell him."

"Oh perfect," Draco muttered.

Harry smiled as he breathed in Draco's sweet scent and closed his eyes.

The soft bell ringing was the first thing to register in Draco's mind. He exhaled heavily through his nose as he rolled over to place a hand on Harry's skin. It came in contact with his side and he ran his fingers over it softly. Harry squirmed beneath his touch and made a noise indicating that he was still asleep.

Draco frowned however as the bell still didn't stop. Perhaps it wanted more, Draco thought. He edged closer to the other boys body and pulled him against his chest. Harry's back was now flush against his front and yet the bell still didn't stop.

Draco attempted a 'tsk' but he was so tired it his tongue made no noise against the roof of his mouth. Still without opening his heavy eyes, Draco lifted his hand and licked his palm, soaking it in his own saliva. He then wrapped his fingers around his shaft, pumping it to ensure a good erection and lubing it at the same time. He then placed his tip at the beautiful entrance of Harry and quickly impaled him.

Harry made a sleepy moaning sound and then sighed deeply in contentment. Draco wrapped his arm around Harry's middle holding him in place and rested his face against the back of his neck. His frown deepened as he could still hear the bell. What the hell was wrong with it?

"Harry?" He croaked.

Harry made a sleepy, yet aroused, noise at the back of his throat.

"Why won't the fucking bell stop?"

There was silence except for the ringing for a few moments then Harry was rocking back against Draco as he laughed under his breath. It felt incredibly good as his muscles clenched around his cock.

"Oh Draco," Harry giggled tiredly, "That's not the bell. It's someone at the front door."

Draco slowly opened his eyes in confusion and quickly realised they weren't at the Manor. They were in fact at Grimmauld Place, where there were no bells that belonged to Voldemort.

"Oh," He said sheepishly.

Harry chuckled again, which was then replaced with a soft moan, "But don't stop."

Draco smiled as he pulled Harry impossibly closer to him and began to rock his hip slowly and tenderly in and out. Harry gasped quietly as Draco licked the back of his neck.

"Harry?" Draco whispered.


Draco's hand slid down Harry's stomach towards his erect penis and wrapped his fingers around it. Harry groaned and bucked his hips forward then back.

"Are you and Wesley, you know, the Weasley girl, are you-?" Draco asked quietly as he rolled his hips.

Harry whimpered and grasped at the pillow beneath his head.

"What?" He asked breathlessly and distractedly, "No, no, of course not."

"Oh right," Draco murmured, "Just you seemed close again, is all."

"She's just been there for me, Draco, nothing more than that," Harry explained sounding a little annoyed that the other boy would even mention anyone else at a time like this.

"Ok," Draco replied, smiling a little to himself. He gave a rather sharp thrust forward and Harry cried out.

"Oh God! Draco, you're so - oh fuck!"

Unable to help himself, Draco asked, "Did she ever make you feel this good?"

"Draco-" Harry complained.

"Did she?" Draco panted against his neck.

"No," Harry whimpered, "I've never - you're the only one I've-"

Harry didn't continue, his voice got lost in his moans of pleasure. Draco however felt something crawl within his heart and made it beat heavily against his rib cage. Harry had been a virgin! Never in his wildest dreams would he ever have thought he had taken Harry's virginity. Oh he knew he'd never shagged men, but to not to have had sex at all!

Draco was the only person to ever touch this precious body that was writhing against him in ecstasy. He didn't think he could be any happier than he was right at that moment.

He squeezed Harry's cock tightly and with a shudder and cry of, "Draco! Fuck!" Harry came hard all over his hand. He milked him as he thrust into him and kissed his neck. Then Harry relaxed against him.

As Draco thrust a few more times, Harry clenched his muscles around him and the rippling effect caused Draco to stutter in his movements and to wrap his arms around him tighter as he came.

"Oh fuck! Harry!"

"Mm," Harry hummed as Draco emptied himself.

They both lay panting for a few seconds before Draco reluctantly pulled out and Harry turned around to face him.

"Morning." He grinned and Draco laughed.


The stared at each other silently. Draco's fingers ran through Harry's hair with a whisper soft touch whilst Harry ran his hands down Draco's sides.

Eventually, Harry sighed, "I have to go back to bed now." He saw in an instant, Draco's face fall. "But, I'll see you as soon as everyone's up. And once everyone knows, we can be together all of the time."

Draco's lips quirked, "Forever."

Harry's face split into a wide grin, "Sounds perfect to me."

A/N: Thank you for reading and I hoped you enjoyed it!

I've had a few comments from people complaining about the ending. I just want to point out that first of all, this chapter wasn't planned, I was going to leave it with the thought of Draco dying after losing Harry then after much discussion with others decided to write a happier ending, so wrote this. I do not plan to write anymore of this story and am happy with the outcome and the fluffy ending so please do not ask for another chapter, epilogue, etc as there will be no more as Chapter 3 was the bonus chapter.

Thank you again.