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Once In a Blue Moon	By : Serenitas Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3530 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Once In a Blue Moon
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Many thanks to my wonderful beta Separatrix who went through this most diligently and point out my errors. Any other mistakes are mine, not hers.

This is a H/D NC-17 slash fic. If you don�t like it, hit the back button. Flames will be used to warm my hands as it is freezing in Canada right now. Feedback is appreciated and reviews begged for.

I am not JK Rowling and I do not own either Harry or Draco so if you sue me I can offer you a stick of gum.

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The rain fell in an unending and ceaseless rhythm, making the grey November weather seem bleaker than ever. He was surrounded by grey; it reflected in his eyes and hardened his heart. There was no colour within him, he couldn't afford for there to be. Colour meant feelings, and feelings were for the weak. Say what you would about him, he was anything but weak.

It had been weeks now, interminable weeks of rain that refused to stop. Everything felt damp, and the cold seeped in through the ancient stones of the castle to permeate every piece of clothing and furniture. The only good thing about the constant damp was that nothing could burn.

Except his heart - but that was a completely different story altogether.

He hated being trapped here 'for his own good.' What in hell�s name did anyone know about his own good? He wanted to be out there with everyone else, making a difference; fighting in the war. Sides no longer mattered, all that mattered was being able to do something, anything but sit here day after day and listen to the drumming of the rain.

He faced the north, for that was the direction he had watched him fly off in. Him. His greatest enemy, his most heated rival, the only person who had ever made him see something other than grey.

Was he still alive? Had he survived meeting with the Death Eaters and becoming one of them? Was Draco still Draco, or was he now a mindless, senseless pawn as so many others were? Harry beat the wall in frustration, he wanted out. Hogwarts was his gilded cage, and Dumbledore constantly intoned just how important it was to keep Harry safe. 'Sod being bloody safe,' he thought angrily. 'People are dying for me! I want to be out there with them. My fate should be no different than that of those who are giving their lives for me.'

Mostly though, he wanted to see Draco. Whether they faced each other on the battlefield as comrades or enemies, he just needed to see him. To know he was alive, even if he wasn't with him.

'If the wind closes a door, it will open another.' he thought sadly, as he continued his lonely vigil. In the weeks since Hogwarts had been evacuated, he had sat at this very window and watched, desperate for news. All he ever got were short missives from random people, never the ones that mattered. He wanted to scream, he wanted to rail at this fate, he wanted to strike out, disobey and do his own thing.

Yet he did nothing.

He obeyed orders like a good little Gryffindor. His lip curled in disgust. No wonder Draco never looked at him twice. Why would he? He was so pathetic, and Draco was so amazing.

"Are you practicing a form of self-hypnosis?"

Harry froze. There was no way that voice could belong to...but he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that it did. "What are you doing here?" he asked cautiously.

"I came to see where the Golden Boy was hiding." Draco said calmly, striding across the room, his garments damp and dripping. "Do you know how many people have died in your name? We need you out there."

"Like you care...wait a second, did you say we?" Harry's head snapped around to look at Draco who met his gaze evenly. Had there ever been a time when he had thought his eyes grey? They were the most dazzling shade of silver.

"Yes we." Draco snapped. "I have joined your side of the war, Potter."

"Why?"

"My reasons are my own." Draco said coolly. "Why are you here?"

"I was told to stay here for my own protection." Harry said dropping his gaze to the floor.

Draco snorted. "So now you decide to start following orders? Merlin have mercy, I think the sky just fell."

"It's certainly trying out there." Harry agreed as he gestured to the rain soaked window.

"You have no idea what it's like to try and fight in the mud." Draco muttered, as he looked at his filthy garments in disgust.

Harry fought not to look at his archrival's wet form, his clothes clinging to every muscle, every sinew. His eyes widened when he saw firmly defined abdominal muscles and clearly outlined nipples. The trousers he was wearing hugged every curve of his legs and arse. Harry slammed his eyes shut and tried not to go to a very bad place.

"I would fight in the mud if I was allowed to." he defended himself.

Draco shook his head. "I can't believe you are following their pansy-ass orders Potter."

"Neither can I."

"Do something about it then." Draco insisted as he pulled off his topmost jumper, briefly revealing his stomach and making Harry's breath draw in swiftly.

"How do you suggest I do that, Malfoy?" He asked sarcastically. "I am surrounded by wards. I can't get out of this bleeding castle."

Draco smirked at him. "Has the rain waterlogged your brain to the point that you can't even figure out how to get out of the castle? Are you truly that idiotic? This is the Golden Boy of Gryffindor? Who year after year managed to elude detection from Snape, Filch and Mrs. Norris and squirm out of countless detentions? This is my rival? I am deeply shamed."

Harry flushed as Draco leaned over casually to remove his sodden shoes and socks, carrying them over to the fire that did nothing to ward off the chill in the room. Shivering slightly, he wrapped his arms around himself and glanced at Harry�s half-empty teapot. �Is there a chance of getting more of that to warm up a cold soul that has travelled for a very long time?�

On autopilot, Harry rang the bell for the House Elves to bring more tea as he walked on rubber legs over to the tea table to clear up his mess. �Sit Malfoy.� He said numbly as he went back to staring at his sodden rival. �I would like to hear how you came to have such a change of heart, especially since the last words I recall hearing out of your mouth involved �Macto Voldemort.��

Draco met his accusing glare calmly as he stretched lazily in the chair. �Do you expect me to deny it?�

Harry said nothing, just stood awkwardly, fidgeting under the scrutiny. Why did Draco always make him feel so small, so insignificant? He could do it with a look, with a mere arch of the eyebrow. He shrugged and bit his lip, eyes drifting outside to stare at the grey.

Draco smirked after a moment. �Macto has several different meanings if you had any grasp of Latin at all Potter,� he explained. �Yes, one definition is to glorify, to honour. The other is to slay, fight and punish. So what I said was true, from a certain point of view.�

Harry was speechless. �So instead of saying you were stampeding out of Hogwarts to join Voldemort, you were saying that you were going to fight him?�

Draco said nothing, merely inclined his head slightly before looking at the open window and listening to the crackle of the fire, and the sound of the rain. �Abysmal weather to try to fight in.� he sighed. �So many casualties, it seems hopeless some days.�

Harry bit his lip as the all too familiar feeling of helpless rage welled up in him. Even Draco was fighting for him and he was not even able to slip away. �I am sure.� He said carefully. �I try to stay as up to date as I can, but Dumbledore urges caution.�

Draco snorted. �Dumbledore is not out on the field getting soaked to the bone, running the risk of pneumonia and other ailments, trying to fight Death Eaters and remember all the rules of combat. He is a plotter, not a fighter Potter.� He raised his head proudly. �Professor Snape � now here is a fighter, by Salazar.� He nodded as his eyes grew hazy. �It was a few weeks ago when we were surrounded. We had been followed into one of the murkier, nastier swamps around and were completely surrounded and stuck. We all expected to die or to be taken prisoner and used for ransom or bait. I personally was preparing to turn my wand on myself since being taken before Voldemort and my father is not an option.�

Draco paused as he reached for a teacup that a meek House Elf laid down, popping in and out again so rapidly that Harry would have missed it completely. The welcoming scent of tea filled the room and warded off some of the chill as Draco continued. �Professor Snape, still continuing his role as a double agent, was part of the �hunting party� as they are called. Out of nowhere, hexes started flying from behind the Death Eaters, causing them to turn away from us. It was enough of a distraction for us to regain our wits and begin hexing and fighting back. We managed to subdue most of them and bring them back for questioning. The rest we had to kill. Through it all, Professor Snape was there risking everything. If he was caught, the retribution would be swift and painful. I don�t know if you realise what they do to traitors and deserters Potter, but I can assure you that it would upset your delicate sensibilities.�

Harry had taken a seat on the other side of the table, silently listening but mostly focusing on the movement Draco�s mouth made as he spoke. �I am not delicate Malfoy.�

�You are here in this warm and cosy little room while the rest of us sleep either on the ground or on a cot if we�re lucky. Only the wounded, sick and dying get actual beds.� Draco retorted.

�Stop glaring at me like that.� Harry said, clenching his fists. �This is not my fault!�

�Do you know that people call your name before they die?� Draco pushed on. Some of them say �Victoria et laurus nomine Potter.�� He sneered. �Victory and triumph in the name of Potter.� He gestured to the open window. �Out there is reality Potter, not in here where you can brood and protest that you are �doing your best� and that it is �just not fair.� That hardly matters to the dead now.�

�Stop it.� Harry said, his eyes burning. �I want to fight just like everyone else. I don�t know why they won�t let me.�

Draco set down his cup as he stood. �You�re a pawn Potter,� he said shaking his head in disgust. �I would have thought that you, the one who has evaded Voldemort and his henchmen more times than anyone else would have some brains in their head. You are to be kept wrapped in cotton wool, given select and good bits of information to placate you, and brought out only when we have Voldemort weakened enough for the final strike. In the meantime you are to stay here all warm and pretty.�

�How did you get in here?� Harry asked weakly as he processed Draco�s words.
�You think to ask that now?� Draco asked, incredulous. �I could have been an enemy walking through that door with the intent to kill. Would you still have offered tea?�

�You are an enemy.� Harry said without thinking. He did not see the flash in Draco�s eyes as he stiffened.

�I suggest you rethink what you said Potter,� he said coolly. �There is a great deal of difference between an enemy and a rival. It�s a hard lesson to learn. If I thought of you as an enemy, you�d either be dead or bound, and no longer in this room.� He looked around. �Where are the facilities in this dump?� Draco gave the cramped space a perfunctory glance. �I will also require a place to spend the night until my clothes have dried. I shall be out of here come daybreak.�

�Why so soon?�

Draco�s jaw dropped. �Potter, have you not been listening to anything I�ve been telling you? There is a war happening out there, a war in your name that is not called on account of rain.� He paused. �Despite my name and the things I have done, I do carry out some of the more important and riskier missions in this battle.�

�People trust you not to kill them?�

Draco�s face grew expressionless. �It doesn�t matter if they do or not. I have proven myself on the field of battle, I have been tempered in fires they could never dream of. To not trust me is like not trusting Professor Snape, and believe me there are more than a few of them out there too.�

�Why did you switch sides?�

�I already told you my reasons are my own Potter.� Draco said, frost rimming his words. �I am unaccustomed to repeating myself or being ignored. Those who do either are usually met with pain and punishment soon after.�

�I don�t trust you.� Harry said bluntly.

�No reason why you should.� Draco agreed. �I have proven nothing to you. I have done nothing to convince you that my motives are sincere and that I have not been weaving an elaborate tale to relax you and then gain your trust. You might be thinking that now I am going to perform unspeakable acts upon your chaste body before delivering you into the hands of the Dark Lord and my father and cry it all out in the name of Malfoy and the Dark.�

Harry took several steps back, reaching for his wand.

�Honestly Potter,� Draco drawled. �If I was going to harm you I would have done so by now, and the first thing I would have done is replace your wand with one of the Weasley�s Wizard Wheezes joke wands.�

Harry lifted his wand and stared at it as if expecting it to suddenly turn against him. �Why are you here?�

�There has been growing concern over your absence. Of course, no one talks to the master spider that sits in his office and weaves his web of lies and deceit. People are starting to believe that you were killed but the Ministry is trying to cover it up. Others believe you are ill or badly wounded from a secret attack that has been hushed up. I came to find out the truth.�

�Why would you care if any of that happens to me?� Harry asked cautiously, his heart giving one answer despite the possible danger he could be in. More than anything, he wanted Draco to say it was because he secretly cared, that he wanted to make sure Harry was safe�

A pointless plea, a vain hope.

�I don�t care,� Draco said quietly. �However with the information I have now I can quash the rumours that you don�t care about those out there fighting in your name, and that Dumbledore is indeed keeping you in a cage of some type.�

The chill in the room had grown during the conversation. The cosiness from earlier was gone, as the fire seemed to shrink and stop emitting heat, crackling uselessly in the grate. �And then what?�

�Then nothing Potter,� Draco shrugged. �Perhaps someone will try to reason with Dumbledore and convince him to let his pet out, or perhaps they will agree that you would be useless in battle and will keep you here until the Day.�

�They wouldn�t do that if they knew the truth.� Harry said with quiet conviction.

�You seem so certain,� Draco mused. �And are absolutely wrong. It is a political nightmare out there; one wrong move, one wrong word and people have been sent to Azkaban or worse.�

�What is worse than Azkaban?�

Draco shook his head. �I don�t want to think about it. If you don�t know then truly you are more ignorant than I ever thought.�

Harry opened his mouth but Draco took a quick look around. �I am going to take advantage of your facilities now, if you don�t mind. I trust you will find some way to amuse yourself while I�m gone. After that, a meal of some form would be nice and then I shall be retiring. Early nights make for an alert morning, something very advantageous when one has to wake up quickly never certain if they�ll be waking up in the same place they fell asleep.�

Harry gestured down a short hallway. �Do make yourself comfortable.�

Draco either ignored the sarcasm or didn�t notice it. �I fully intend to Potter, now if you�ll excuse me.� He spoke with calm civility as he headed away from Harry.

The quiet *snick* of the door closing let Harry release breath he had not been aware he had been holding.

The room was still chill, the grey pall of November still hung outside, but all around Harry was the faint scent of Draco.

* * * * *

Harry had requested a filling but simple meal. It was in no way near what they used to serve at Hogwarts for supper, but he was thinking Draco would be grateful for any food he didn�t have to eat with his hands and in a hurry. His nemesis was so thin that it made Harry�s heart clench to see him. That faint glimpse of stomach that he had seen was hollow, giving him concern even as the flesh aroused him. He knew in his dreams tonight that he would see that bit of skin again, only this time Draco would remove all his clothing, then cross the room, and kiss him.

He closed his eyes as he lost himself in yet another impossible fantasy.

That Draco had come back to Hogwarts, not out of duty to make a report, but out of concern for Harry.

Draco suddenly crossing the room to join him in the chair, and then snogging him senseless.

Draco leading Harry from his chair into his bedroom and laying him on the giant mattress, slowly disrobing Harry and enjoying the sight of his body as his own responded in kind.

Draco telling Harry that he was the real reason he was fighting this war in between heated kisses and desperate touches.

Draco introducing Harry to the pleasures of the flesh as he introduced him to his first taste of passion.

Draco caressing Harry where no one else ever had, preparing the way for what was to come as he spoke to him of hidden yearning.

Draco slowly easing himself inside of Harry, and then proceeding to make desperate and passionate love to him.

Harry let out a quiet moan as his hand drifted to his groin as he lightly touched his growing arousal. �Draco�� he whispered to the empty room as he began stroking himself through his trousers.

The creak of a door was his warning as his eyes snapped open and his hand was yanked back abruptly. Standing, he glanced down and cursed slightly, the evidence of his fantasy still visible. He hoped Draco would not notice him, but the meal on the table instead.

Dressed in some spare clothing of Harry�s, Draco sauntered into the room, still damp and slightly flushed and eyed the table with relish. �It looks wonderful.� He said appreciatively. �Shall we tuck in? I would observe basic protocol of course but it has been several days since my last proper meal.� He sighed. �War is so inconvenient, never any time for the basic niceties of life � not that you would know anything about that, living here in the lap of luxury.�

Harry gestured to the table, the familiar tang of anger choking him. �Have a seat and help yourself.�

�You�re not going to serve me?� Draco said lightly as he reached for some rolls that were in a basket, his eyes quickly raking Harry�s body.

�In your dreams Malfoy.� Harry replied as he scooped some potatoes onto his own plate before reaching for some meat. In an attempt to calm himself, he loaded his plate with far more food than he�d ever be able to eat.

�My dreams are much more vivid than having you serve me potatoes Potter,� Draco said as he finished loading his own plate. �Though if we were to put you in, say� nothing but a pair of leather knickers, stick a studded collar around your neck and oil you down, then I would be most interested indeed.�

Harry choked on a mouthful of food as he envisioned that, himself as a pleasure slave � Draco�s pleasure only. Blushing and forcing himself to concentrate on his meal, he would not meet Draco�s gaze.

�I do believe you�re blushing Potter.� Draco said after watching him for a moment. �Do you like that idea?�

�What does it matter to you Malfoy?� Harry asked tightly.

Draco chuckled. �Just making conversation in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere. You seem a bit tense after this afternoon.�

�Perhaps that is because you show up uninvited and unwanted and then proceed to accuse me of neglecting people who are dying in my name.�

�That about sums it up.� Draco nodded, taking a sip of water. �I thought you had a right to know about everything that�s happening out there. You always had to nose for information even at the risk of harm to yourself or others. You used to be brave, headstrong and incredibly irritating. Now I find you docile, meek and� dare I say it? Submissive.�

�I am none of those things Malfoy.�

�You are now.�

�Take it back.�

�Or what? You�ll punch me?� Draco laughed shortly. �I have faced the Inner Circle of Death Eaters and lived to tell the tale. If you can actually land a punch on me, I�d be greatly surprised. You can�t threaten me any more Potter. You�re not even noticeable to me.�

Harry�s lip curled. �You say that a great deal Malfoy.�

�I beg your pardon?�

�You say rather frequently that I mean nothing to you. Who are you trying to convince?�

Draco�s eyes widened in surprise, and he appeared speechless for a moment. �You�re mad. The isolation has driven you over the edge.�

Harry�s eyes gleamed as he stood. �You want to call me submissive?�

Draco watched him carefully. �Perhaps. You certainly seem broken.� He shrugged. �Do you even try to break any form of rules any more, or because Snape and everyone else is gone do you just obey like a good little puppet? Do you dance when Dumbledore tells you to?�

�Let me tell you a few truths about living here Malfoy,� Harry said quietly as he leaned towards Draco and fought the urge to kiss his throat and nibble his ear. �I know I am watched by Dumbledore even now, and that our entire conversation has been saved in a pensieve. I know that Dumbledore plays me like a marionette making me dance when he tells me to. I know that he thinks that keeping me under a mild Imperius will make me act the way he wants me to, and make me accept that people are fighting for me and I can�t do a thing about it. I know that he thinks that denying me access to books and weapons to hone my skills will keep me under his control longer, and� he drew in a breath. �I know none of it means anything at all.�

�What?�

�Imperius doesn�t work on me, it never has.� Harry said, leaning in just a bit closer, �Hidden away in other parts of the school are the books and weapons I need. There is the Room of Requirement, which is delightfully unplottable and therefore unable to be seen by Dumbledore when I go roaming the halls at night. I can only follow certain hallways so that I won�t �get into trouble� yet the Room senses what I need and finds me. I train. The only thing I am unable to do is get out of here. Yet.�

Draco sat back and looked at Harry with approval. �That is more like it Potter.� He nodded. �That is what I needed to hear. You�re not broken or rushing into things like a fool, but thinking it through in a clear and concise manner and approaching it from a different angle. Awfully Slytherin of you really.�

Harry sat next to Draco with a smirk. �I hate this war, I hate that you are fighting in it and I hate that people think I am dead or injured or worse � a coward.�

�Dumbledore has been under suspicion for some time now.� Draco said quietly. �While he is not in league with Voldemort, he is not fighting for you. We believe he is using you to become as powerful and famous as Merlin.�

Harry nodded. �I can see why. He is a manipulative old codger; I learned that in my second year when he began sidestepping my questions. Despite what you might think Malfoy, I am not an idiot.�

�Blindly na�ve perhaps, foolish at times indeed, but an idiot�� Draco trailed off. �I think not.�

Sitting so close to Draco had Harry somewhat dazed. Draco said nothing as the two of them sat in silence looking at the other, measuring each other up. �Maybe I don�t hate you as much as you think.� Harry said almost silently.

�Perhaps that sentiment is returned.� Draco answered just as quiet.

Eyes locked as Harry began to wonder why the room was getting so warm � where was the chill?

An endless moment hung between them, and kept them close together, not quite friends but no longer hated rivals.

Draco spoke first. �We�just had a moment there, didn�t we?�

Harry nodded, unable to speak for the lump in his throat and the pounding in his chest.

�I didn�t like it.� Draco finished.

�Right back at you.�

Draco stood, ending the moment as Harry felt him withdraw back into himself. �I am going to bed, I have an early day tomorrow � war waits for no man and slipping back out will be much more difficult than it was getting in.�

Harry was frozen to his chair, certain his legs would not support him if he stood. �Goodnight Malfoy.� He said bleakly.

�Goodnight.� Draco replied as he strode away.

Harry watched as his hopes; fantasies and years of dreams walked away with him.

* * * * * *

Nights were hard on Harry. It was during the night when Voldemort was strong and he would strike the innocent. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Harry dreamt. And in his dreams, he saw the fighting; and he helplessly watched those who went in his name to almost certain death.

He watched his friends be beaten bloody, he watched those he respected be injured, he saw those he didn�t know die. In his dreams, Harry now knew hell.

Through it all was the feeling that he was being watched, that someone was watching him watch the battle.

With a final shout when he witnessed Professor McGonagall being struck full in the chest with a rather malicious hex, he bolted upright in his tangled sheets and wrapped his arms around himself.

Dumbledore had clearly blocked his dreams, his one link to the outside world in order to keep him oblivious, to keep him happily unaware. Harry had known that things were getting grimmer � the Gryffindors did have codes for such things despite what other Houses thought � but he had no idea how bad it really was. Clearly, his posts had been monitored and censored keeping him ignorant of the outside world.

He began to shiver as he realised he forgot to light a fire in the grate and the windows were open, the room horribly cold. He let himself soak in the chill; closing his eyes and wanting at that moment to do nothing more than suffer as everyone else was.

�Potter, what in the nine hells are you doing?� Draco�s voice came sharply through the darkness.

�None of your damned business Malfoy,� Harry snapped. �Go back to your room.�

�Not likely.� Draco snorted as he strode into the room and slammed the windows shut. �I woke up to the sounds of screaming; whimpering and a hellish cold that I expect to feel only when I am sleeping outside.�

�Sorry for disturbing you, Your Majesty.� Harry said snidely.

Draco didn�t take the bait. �I broke the wards around you didn�t I? You finally see what is happening out there.�

Harry nodded shortly. �I don�t know what to think or feel.�

�Feel cold.� Draco said as he shivered. �That�s all that is left to feel is cold.�

Harry lifted up the blankets. �Get under here before you freeze to death.�

�Small chance of that happening Potter,� Draco said grimly. �I should return to my room.�

�Please.� Harry said, almost pleading. �I don�t want to be alone with my dreams.�

Draco paused and shrugged. �I won�t get any further sleep if you keep on screaming every hour. Push over. And you�d better not be a blanket hog.� He warned.

Harry said nothing as Draco stretched out on the farthest corner of the bed and promptly shut his eyes.

�Thank you.�

�Go to sleep Potter.�

Harry lay back down and shut his eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly. Remembering the lessons Snape had taught him, he cleared his mind and inhaled deeply, all distressing thoughts were closed away in the doors his mind created for him.

He inhaled the scent of Draco.

His biggest secret was in his bed just a few feet away from him.

His greatest fantasy was within touching distance.

In his bed.

He cursed silently to himself, because even though he and Draco had a civility to them, they would never be friends or lovers. It would take the elusive blue moon for that to happen. His taste of heaven would never come.

His mind was swept up in a dream as he began to thrash again. This time the dream was not gruesome and of battle, he did not see his Professors almost dead, he did not see Hermione being captured and broken; he did not see a broken door swinging on hinges of a shack that used to be the Burrow.

This time, he saw Draco. Like a slideshow, he saw Draco through all their years at school right up until the bloody Leaving Feast that never was. His mind brought forth his fantasies as he inhaled the scent of Draco in his bed.

�Potter�POTTER!� he heard through the mist that was in his dreams.

Snapping his eyes open, he scowled at a flushed Draco. �What? Why the hell did you wake me?�

�Other than the fact that if you kicked me one more time I was going to hex your favourite body part? The moaning of my name was becoming rather irritating.� Draco drawled. Harry could not identify the look that was in his eyes as he moved over until he was flush with Harry. �You dream of me do you?� he said as he pulled back the blankets to look at Harry. The effect of his dream was tenting his pyjama bottoms, and his chest shivered with the cold air. �Rather good dreams are they?�

�Go to hell Malfoy.� Harry said, horribly embarrassed.

�Oh no.� Draco smirked and shook his head. �This is just too good to pass up. The famous Harry Potter dreaming about his rival? Clearly erotic dreams about said rival? Do you know what people would do with this information?�

�Who would care?�

Draco laughed. �Potter, even in times of war gossip gets around. People thrive on it, and the sexual fantasies of the Boy Who Lived would certainly distract people from the bleakness that is out there.�

�I had a dream about you, so what?� Harry asked, crossing his arms over his chest. �Give me back my blankets.� He sat up and reached for the blankets Draco kept just out of reach.

Draco sat on his heels and said nothing, just looked at Harry with that same unperturbed gaze. The room was quiet and the light was dim, bathing the room in shades of grey. Harry thought his heart was going to burst as he bit his lip and waited for the cruel words Draco would speak.

They never came.

The feel of Draco�s lips against his ear made him jump. �You aren�t the only one to have dreams.�

Harry�s breath caught as Draco lowered his mouth over his in a chaste kiss. �I thought, and I hoped...� Draco trailed off as he kissed him again, just a bit harder. �I never would have imagined��

Harry finally stopped being shocked to realise that this was his dream come to life. When Draco came back for yet another kiss, Harry opened his mouth under him, and wrapped his arms around his war-ravaged body to pull him close.

Like fire in the forest during a summer drought, suppressed emotion flared up between them as they realised the hatred was merely foreplay, a catalyst for something neither of them had been ready to understand or acknowledge.

Until now.

Draco plundered the welcoming mouth as Harry rose to meet him. Rough hands slid under the sweatshirt Draco had slept in and encountered hot skin that shivered from the chill of the air. One of Draco�s hands fisted in unruly hair as his tongue traced the contours of Harry�s mouth, whilst his other hand tweaked one of Harry�s erect nipples.

Pushing Draco away long enough to get the sweatshirt off, Harry let out a moan at the feel of flesh upon flesh as Draco laid back on top of him and their chests met. Regaining focus, he felt a hardness pressing against his own, creating a delicious friction that was driving Harry crazy. �Draco��

Draco wasted no time in divesting Harry of his loose fitting pyjama trousers. Fully spread out and naked beneath the appraising eye of Draco Malfoy, Harry flushed and attempted to cover himself up. Draco stayed his hand. �Don�t.� he said quietly. �Let me look at you.�

�I�m awfully��

�Perfect.� Draco sighed, smiling. �Just like every fantasy and dream I ever had of you.� He leaned forward to kiss a nipple. �Just as firm and tanned as I thought.� One of his hands drifted down Harry�s body, in a gentle caress, a probing touch. �Just as tasty as I imagined.� He said as he sucked lightly on his shoulder. His hand reached its target and wrapped itself around Harry�s length. �Just as hard as I dreamed and all for me.� He paused. �I saw you this afternoon while I was in the shower. You were groaning my name and touching yourself and I wanted to kiss you without delay. Instead I went back down the hall and made the door creak so you wouldn�t know that I had seen you like that.� He nibbled at the firm skin on Harry�s chest. �You want me.�

�No one else.� Harry confessed. �I never thought of anyone else.�

�Good.� Draco said firmly as he stroked Harry gently. �Do you like knowing that my hands are the first to touch your body?�

Harry nodded, biting his lip to keep from crying out.

Draco leaned forward and pried Harry�s mouth open with his tongue. �These lips are for biting only by me.� He said a bit possessively. �Let me hear you Harry, let me know you like what I�m doing.�

Harry�s hips arched up as Draco tightened his grip and gave him one final stroke. �What are you doing?� he asked, hard, frustrated and wishing this night would never end.

He watched Draco remove his boxers and kneel gloriously nude at the apex of his thighs. �Go with it.� Draco said in a midnight voice as he leaned forward and engulfed Harry in his mouth.

Harry screamed at the feeling of being enveloped in wet heat. Draco�s skilful mouth sucked, nipped and licked at the head of his cock as his hands massaged the shaft before moving to tug lightly at his sac. Draco began to lick the entire shaft like a stick of peppermint, his hands following in the wet trail his tongue left behind. He lightly tongued the slit as his fingers gently tormented the shaking and over sensitised thighs.

Draco paused for a brief moment before sliding his fingers down to circle Harry�s entrance, his tongue following the path. Harry looked down to see Draco�s face holding an expression of sublime delight as he tasted the muskiness there, one hand firmly continuing to stroke, the other one kneading his buttocks. The sight of the blonde head working in places no one other than himself had ever touched caused his head to fall back as he bucked upwards lightly and moaned. One hand tangled in Draco�s silky hair, as he grew impossibly harder.

�I want to touch you.� Harry said softly.

Draco paused in his pleasurable torment of Harry and nodded, straddling Harry�s body and sitting on his chest.

Shaking hands came up to trace the contours of the skin he had been teased with earlier before sliding down to wrap around an impressive erection. Draco hissed lightly as he thrust forward in Harry�s hands. �God yes.� He encouraged. �Harder.�

If someone had told him when Malfoy first appeared that by the end of the night he would be shagging him, he would have emptied his Gringotts account as payment for the laugh before hexing them for tormenting him with what would never be.

The evening had gone from being frustrating and tooth grindingly tense and dull, to being the best night he ever lived. What was it that had caused the barriers to break? Did he care?

The pressure of his strokes increased as Draco began to thrust himself in Harry�s hands, his head thrown back in bliss as he repeated Harry�s name.

�Do you like that?� Harry asked, a bit unsure.

�Damned right.� Draco grunted as he forced his eyes to open. �And if you don�t stop right now this is not going to end the way I�d planned.�

Harry slowly removed his hands from Draco�s body and smiled innocently. �If I�d known that was what it took to get you to call me Harry I would have done it years ago.�

�I would have cut off your hands�if it was in public.� Draco smirked as he rolled off Harry and kissed his throat.

�And if it was in private?�

Draco grinned wickedly. �I thought you�d never ask.� He replied as he plundered Harry�s mouth. He revelled in their shouts as they rubbed their cocks together, the wetness made them slippery and increased their sensitivity. Taking a brisk rhythm, Draco lost himself for a moment in the feel of Harry�s legs tangled around him, the feel of a hardness on his stomach not his own, the taste of the mouth beneath him�it was almost too much to bear.

�Do you have any��

�In the bedside drawer.� Harry murmured. �It makes wanking feel so much better.�

�Trust me Harry; you�ll like this more than any wanking you have ever done.� Draco said as he liberally coated his fingers and reached down between Harry�s legs, parting his cheeks and fingering the small hole he found. �This will feel�a little odd.�

�I trust you.� Harry whispered. �On some level, I always have.�

Draco took his time in slipping his fingers inside; making sure that Harry felt as little pain as possible. Still damp from his oral ministrations, he gently put the tip of his finger inside before pushing it forward. Harry froze for a moment in surprise, but after a moment he relaxed and nodded, telling Draco that it was all right to continue.

By the time Draco slid the third finger inside and teased his prostate, Harry was almost sobbing his need as and pleaded for something more than fingers. �Draco�please�� he said in a strangled voice as Draco�s fingers worked inside him, and Draco�s lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

Lifting his head, Draco blew cool air over Harry, causing him to groan in frustration, before he sat up and reached for the jar next to the bed. Making sure he was well lubed, Draco slowly slid inch by agonising inch into Harry, ready to stop in a heartbeat at the slightest sound of distress. Harry�s face contorted as he accepted all of Draco and slowly relaxed around the invasion. �It�s ok now.�

�It�s about to get a hell of a lot better.� Draco said through gritted teeth, trying to maintain control.

Slowly pulling out halfway, he thrust back into the welcoming warmth of Harry�s body, awed at how right it felt, like coming home. He quickly built up a rhythm that he couldn�t have stopped if he�d wanted to.

Harry�s world had contracted to somewhere between being filled and not being filled by Draco. Kissing Draco and not kissing Draco. He thrust his hips in time with the pace Draco had set, his cock being teased and stroked by Draco�s skilful hands until he didn�t think he could take any more. Crying out a warning he called Draco�s name as he climaxed over Draco�s hand, his body shuddering.

Draco growled at the sight of Harry as he sped up his thrusts into the now limp body. Harry, unable to come down from his high, clung to Draco and let him use his body as he would. �Yes Draco, yes.� Was all he could manage to get out through his hoarse throat.

Draco let out a deep moan of �Harry� before emptying himself into Harry�s depths. He stayed sheathed inside the tight heat for a moment before pulling out and rolling off to the side. Panting and covered in sweat that was beginning to freeze in the chill air, he pulled the blankets over them and wrapped his arms around Harry, kissing his shoulder gently before stretching out and taking a deep breath of contentment.

Harry kissed his throat lightly. �Now that we have shagged and I am vulnerable, will you turn me over to the Death Eaters or abduct me?�

Draco was absolutely still for a moment before laughing. �Damn you know how to kill the mood don�t you? I�ll have to teach you about pillow talk sometime.�

�Why? How did you get in? Why did you change sides?�

�I would think the reasons for that are fairly obvious by now Harry.� Draco replied, sighing deeply.

�Me.�

�You.�

�What will you do now?�

�Take my report � and you if you want to join me, and go back to the field to continue the fight.�

Harry didn�t even need to think of his reply. �I will go. There is nothing to keep me here. I want to see the people who are injured in my name; I want to fight alongside those who take to the battlefield against Voldemort. I want to be alive again, and spend time in the rain and mud and know that I am making a difference in this war. I do not want to be in a gilded cage any longer.�

�I suspected as much.� Draco nodded. �We all did. It is not in your nature to sit idly by; we knew we had to get information somehow. You would likely lie to Ron and to Hermione, to anyone else who came, but you would not lie to me. Especially if I came with a chip on my shoulder to match your own and drew the truth out of you.�

�Dumbledore will know.�

�No he won�t.� Draco said, very confident. �He won�t know until you are gone.�

�That�s impossible.� Harry shook his head.

�Potter, shut up and listen for once.� Draco said with a trace of the old hostility. �There is a rare phenomenon happening tonight that made it possible for me to slip past the wards and get to you. That allowed you and I to break through the animosity; and made the truth of what is happening out there obtainable to you.� Draco paused. �It makes more things possible than I ever could have imagined and never would have guessed until earlier. I should have remembered reading in books; I should have remembered the warnings they tried to give me. I didn�t, and here we are. Rivals this afternoon, lovers this evening�who knows what we�ll be tomorrow.�

�What is it?� Harry asked, curious.

�It�s something that makes dreams and wishes come true. Muggles sing about it, and Wizards wait and make their silent prayers to the dark. And sadly obscured behind the grey clouds of November.�

�I�ve never heard of anything like that.� Harry shook his head. �What is it?�

Draco smiled ruefully. �A blue moon.�

Understanding blossomed in Harry as he held Draco close to him. For the first time in weeks, the chill could not reach him through the cocoon of warmth he now nestled in.

Tomorrow he would leave Hogwarts and join Draco in this war; he would fight to make up for missing so much. He would go in the rain and the mud and show the world that he was not a coddled and pampered pawn.

A blue moon. That explained how his deepest wish had finally come true, and how his feelings were returned in kind. He had heard of miracles happening, of magic happening during these rare moments but had never believed it until tonight.

�Things happen for a reason,� Harry thought as he watched Draco sleep. �And the impossible happens once in a blue moon.�

I am toying with the idea of making this a multi chaptered fic, but that depends solely on the interest of the readers and anyone who�d like to see this continued. Thanks for reading and don�t forget to review!

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