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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29070 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Chapter List
- 23
- 24
- 25
Author's note: University starts again next week O_O

Thanks to the following reviewers: delia cerrano; Madamdragon; cocobyrd87; kain (Hermione won't be evil - in later chapters I delf into her mind a bit and she'll manage to reconcile with Harry in the sequel. I'm trying to write Salazar in cannon though it is hard because he's never shown in the books and in this story he only speaks to Slytherins so he has not reason to act his prejudiced self against others); Sharebear

I hope you'll like this chapter!

Also I hope I didn't screw up the panic attack of Harry ^^;

Chapter 24: Slytherin defense club

The tension at the four House tables was almost touchable. Especially at the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables. They were practically murdering each other with their eyes. Harry tried to avoid those hate filled eyes from his former House by looking at his food, but it was rather hard to ignore the eyes that were practically drilling holes in his head. The teachers at the Head table either didn't notice the tension or they decided to simply ignore it, although Harry could feel the concerned gazes of Sirius and Remus.

After ten minutes of prodding his food and shoving it back and forth on his plate, Harry decided he wasn't hungry and left his food alone.

Draco looked at him concerned and gave his hand a soft squeeze beneath the table. "Are you all right, Harry?"

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm just not hungry." Harry replied softly.

"Then you don't mind that I steal your food?" Blaise grinned and was already transferring the meat on Harry's plate to his own.

Draco and a few other Slytherins looked at him disgusted. "You're such a pig, Zabini. Honestly." Draco shook his head.

Harry chuckled softly. "I don't mind; he can have my food."

"See, Draco, Harry doesn't mind, so you shouldn't either." Blaise grinned. A hard kick to his ankle, however, had him glaring and rubbing his sore ankle. "Do you have to be so abusive? Harry, you better watch out with him."

"Zabini, do me a favor and just shut up." Draco snapped, but calmed down when he felt Harry's thumb caressing his hand.

"Ignore Blaise; he's just being an idiot." Harry said amused.

"On whose side are you, Potter?" Blaise scowled.

"On the side that benefits me the most." Harry winked.

"Spoken like a true Slytherin." Millicent chuckled.

"Oh yeah? What does our Ice Prince have that I don't?" Blaise asked challenging.

"Manners for one." Draco answered dryly, which elected a laugh from the ones who sat nearby.

Blaise pouted and decided that the food on his plate was his best friend for now.

When the plates with the desserts on it disappeared too, Dumbledore stood up and clapped his hands, drawing the attention to him.

"Before I let you go to your warm beds to get a nice sleep, I want to say a few things first."

Some students (mostly Slytherins) sighed.

"First, I want to offer my condolences to the students who lost members of their families during these past few weeks. What Voldemort did, was terrible and I can assure you all that I and the Ministry are doing everything we can to find Voldemort and punish him for his crimes." Dumbledore said gravely. "I and the other professors are here for you if you need someone to talk to. The second thing I want to address is that everyone needs to be in the dorms before curfew. This is something you normally already do, but I know that there are some that sneak out once in a while. This can be fun, but in these times it's dangerous to do that. For your protection you better go to the dorms before curfew begins. If teachers catch you outside your dorms during curfew, you'll be given two weeks detention immediately."

A few groans were heard.

"The last thing I need to tell you is that I wish you all good luck in this new year." Dumbledore clapped his hands again. "Now, off you go, to your warm beds. Lessons start tomorrow again, so you better not be late."

"Should I accompany you to Sev?" Draco asked when they made their way out of the Great Hall.

Harry shook his head. "Nah, it's not like he's going to poison me." Then he looked uncertainly. "He won't, right?"

"Well, you are dating his godson." Blaise chuckled.

"I think I have more reason to be afraid of Harry's godfather then he has reason to be afraid of mine." Draco replied dryly.

Harry nudged him softly in his side. "Come on, Sirius isn't that bad. He's okay with us being together."

"He threatened me with bodily harm."

"Yeah, but Snape did that to me too in the beginning of the year." Harry pointed out.

"Yes, but he did that to show he wants to protect you, not because he wants to avoid us having sex." Draco huffed.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Are you still sore about that? It's not like he will watch us all the time."

"That's what you think." Draco muttered darkly. He was still sore about the fact that he and Harry hadn't had any time together during the holiday after Sirius had caught them. He smirked inwardly; now that they were back in Hogwarts, he would get his quality time with Harry. He had waited far too long to have Harry for him alone to get stopped by meddling godfathers.

They halted at the beginning of the dungeons. Draco bent down and gave Harry a quick kiss on his mouth.

"I'll wait for you in the common room." Draco said smiling.

Harry nodded. "I'll see you there then." He waved to the other Slytherins and continued his way to Snape's chambers. He arrived after a couple of minutes and knocked on the door. Only a few seconds later, the door opened and Snape stood in the doorway, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Come in, Potter." Snape said calmly and closed the door after the dark haired boy entered his room.

"What did you want to talk about, sir?" Harry asked politely.

Snape sat down behind his desk and gestured to Harry to sit down in front of him. "Relax, Potter, you didn't break any rules – so far." His lips twitched a bit and Harry couldn't contain the little smile on his face.

"Do you know why that boy attacked you?"

The smile disappeared and Harry nodded slowly. "Millicent told me it's because most students believe it's my fault that their family was killed by Voldemort." He replied slowly.

Snape nodded. "It's ridiculous and shows how small minded most people are nowadays. Potter, you got lucky today that I was there to stop him, but there is not always a teacher around. If you want to avoid these types of situations – which I hope you want – then I suggest you don't go elsewhere without someone there with you. Although I doubt Draco will leave you alone." Again his lips twitched and Harry blushed slightly.

"And if you do get attacked, I'm sure you know how to defend yourself. The wolf can't stop talking about your talent in Defence against the Dark Arts." Snape sighed.

That got Harry thinking about his idea again. "Euhm, professor, may I ask something?"

"I suppose."

"Well, Millicent and Blaise told me that several Slytherins were attacked during the holidays. I was thinking that we could start a club where someone teaches the Slytherins to defend themselves." Harry explained nervously. "Because there are students from other Houses who have learned to defend themselves with the DA last year, I think it's unfair that the Slytherins don't have the chance to properly defend themselves. After all, not everyone is good at Defence against the Dark Arts."

"Basically, you want to reopen your little defense club from last year, but this time for the Slytherins alone." Snape summarized.

"Yes, but only if I have your permission, sir." Harry said quickly.

Snape smirked. "I believe this is the first time you come to ask me for permission, Potter. My, my, being in Slytherin does you good."

Harry folded his hands together and resisted the urge to bite on his lower lip.

"I don't have a problem with the club; it would be beneficial for this House. On one condition." Snape said suddenly.

Harry's head shot up and he looked incredulously. Snape was giving him permission? He wasn't arguing? What had he missed?

"You will be the one teaching them."

"What? Me? But, but I'm not really suitable for that. I thought I could ask Remus or Sirius." Harry protested. Why was he the one appointed again to lead the club? First Hermione, now Snape too. Why did everyone believe he had leader qualities?

"Potter, I was just reforming my opinion on you – don't change it back to the original one. Yes, you will teach the students; as loathe as I am to admit, you did a fair job last year. Besides, the students will trust you more than the mutt or the wolf." Snape replied calmly.

"Why would they trust me than them?" Harry asked confused.

"You're a Slytherin and you're together with Draco. Those two reasons are enough for them." Snape answered.

"All right." Harry said slowly, still not understanding how a Slytherin's mind worked.

"Now that we cleared that up, I have one last thing to say."

Harry looked at him inquiringly.

"We will resume our conversations about your past next Saturday." Snape said, his black eyes flashing up with something unreadable.

Harry groaned. "I thought we were done with those." He protested.

"No, we're not. Now stop whining, brat and you can go to your dorms. Don't dare to be late tomorrow." Snape warned him.

Harry sighed and stood up. "Good night, professor."

Snape gave him a nod. "Good night, Potter." Snape watched the boy leave with a contemplative expression on his face.

He was a very peculiar boy; not once had he reacted like Snape expected him to. That he wanted to teach his fellow students defend themselves showed that he was more comfortable with the fact that he was a Slytherin now. Snape wondered what would happen if for some miracle all the Houses were united which would break the spell. Would Potter want to go back to the House that was now shunning him? Or would he want to stay with his new House – where he fitted much better to Snape's astonishment?

If someone told him a year ago Potter would be a better Slytherin than a Gryffindor, he would have sent that person for a mental check up in Saint Mungos. And yet, here he was. Snape shook his head; as long as the boy didn't do anything stupid like he was prone too, he couldn't care less if he was more Slytherin than Gryffindor.

Draco pulled Harry on his lap when the boy came to him. "How did it go?" He asked softly.

"Snape told me I can't go anywhere alone, because the students would want to attack me." Harry answered softly. "And he gave me permission to start a defense club for our House."

Draco looked at him surprised. "A defense club? Where did that come from?"

Harry shifted nervously, forgetting that he was sitting on Draco's lap and that that movement wasn't the smartest thing to do. Draco tightened his jaw and his hands shot out to grab Harry's hips, effectively stopping his movements.

"Harry, unless you want to ruin this couch and risk everyone seeing us, I would stop moving like that." Draco said, breathing harshly.

Harry's face burned when he realized the implication of Draco's words and he immediately stopped moving. "I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to." He apologized embarrassed.

Draco sighed and his hands started to caress Harry's back. "It's okay. Let's talk about this defense club. Where did that come from?"

"Well, I started thinking about that when Millicent and Blaise told me about the attacks." Harry started to explain. "You know the defense club from last year?" At Draco's nod, he continued, "Well, I was thinking we could begin a defense club for the Slytherins seeing as they weren't in the club last year. For now the other Houses have an advantage considering they know many defense and attack spells, but with this club, we could even the play ground so to speak."

"Hm, sounds like a good idea to me." Draco nodded. "Who's going to teach the Slytherins?"

Harry bowed his head and murmured something with a red face.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I didn't catch that. What did you say?" Draco asked confused.

"Snape said I have to be the one who teaches them, otherwise there won't be a club." Harry muttered, still not completely comfortable with the idea.

"I think that's a great idea. You're the best choice for teaching defense." Draco smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"But what if the others don't like it?" Harry asked insecurely.

"Why would you think that? If you hadn't noticed it, they all accept you. Blaise even told me some Slytherins were attacked because they were defending you." Draco reassured him. "Believe me they will be happy that you want to teach them."

"Okay then." Harry murmured and laid his head on Draco's shoulder.

Draco sighed and stroked through the black hair. "This has not been an easy year for you so far." He muttered.

Harry shrugged and his arms wrapped themselves around Draco's waist. "When has it ever been an easy year for me?"

"True." Draco sighed again and pressed a kiss on Harry's hair. "I promise it will get better."

"Hm." Harry mumbled and his eyelids drooped a little. He was starting to feel sleepy.

Draco noticed this and with one quick movement had Harry in his arms as he stood up.

Harry squeaked a bit when he was suddenly picked up and threw his arms around Draco's neck. "What are you doing?" He protested.

"I'm taking you to your bed; you need some sleep." Draco answered calmly and started to walk to their dorm.

Harry began to wiggle, trying to get out of Draco's arms. "I can walk to the dorms by myself; you don't have to carry me! I'm not a girl."

"Oh, I know you're not a girl, but I like carrying you." Draco smirked.

Harry's face was flushed. "I must be heavy."

Draco snorted. "Are you crazy? I can barely feel your weight. Now shut up and let me carry you."

"You're bossy." Harry narrowed his eyes and pouted.

Draco smirked and pecked him on his lips. "You don't know how bossy I can get, Harry." He winked and was pleased to see a blush forming on Harry's cheeks.

"Jerk." Harry muttered and hid his face in Draco's shoulder, hitting him when he heard him chuckling.

With a murmured spell, they both were changed into pajamas and Draco laid Harry on his bed. They shared a long kiss and a whispered 'good night', before they fell asleep.

The following morning, Harry was trying to decide if he should eat cereals or toast when he felt someone standing behind him. He turned around and was surprised to see Luna standing there with a dreaming smile.

"Luna! How are you?" With a stab of guilt, Harry realized he hadn't paid much attention to the dreamy Ravenclaw, euh, Hufflepuff. She had been one of the few he considered friends, even though they only had really spoken to each other last year. She even had helped him with telling the world the truth with an article in her father's magazine.

"I'm good, Harry, the Snuzzles haven't been bothering me." She answered happily, playing with her necklace made of red flowers.

"Snuzzles?" Blaise repeated incredulously.

"Yes; they are a Fire spirits with Hell dogs." Luna replied seriously. "When they catch you, they enter your mind and give you horrible nightmares that will make you crazy."

The Slytherins who had heard her all blinked and decided that it was better for their state of mind if they didn't engage her in a conversation.

"I wanted to say I'm happy for you and Draco that you are together now. It's good that he makes you happy; you need someone to make you really happy." Luna continued telling him in her usual dreamy voice.

Only Harry wasn't shocked at hearing Luna saying that. He had always had a feeling she knew more than most people.

"How do you know Harry and I are together?" Draco asked shocked. "Did someone from Slytherin tell you that?"

"Nope, but I can see it. You always had a bond with each other; you just didn't realize that because you were too young to understand it." Luna told him happily.

"I'm glad you're happy for us, Luna." Harry smiled.

"Can I enter the club again? I had fun last year." Luna gazed dreamily at him.

Harry blinked. "You mean the defense club? Sure."

"Thank you, Harry. I'll see you next Friday in the usual room." Luna said happily and skipped away.

Harry blinked. "Well, now we know when the first meeting will be and where." He said dryly.

"What did she mean with the usual room?" Blaise asked curiously.

"The Room of Requirement on the seventh floor." Harry replied absently, now trying to decide between coffee or orange juice.

"I never heard of that room before." Blaise frowned.

"That's because you have to do something for the room to appear." Harry muttered and looked triumphantly when he decided on coffee.

"When are you going to tell the others about the club?" Draco asked and reached for the orange juice.

Harry shrugged and swallowed down his bite of cereal before answering, "I don't know; I thought about telling the group tonight in the common room."

Draco nodded. "That's a good idea."

While Harry and Draco were talking about the club, two pair of eyes were watching them in envy.

Ginny was biting her lip, trying to think of a way to get Harry alone so she could ask him out. She had forgiven him for refusing her months ago because she understood that he didn't want to make his friend mad by dating his little sister. She was sad that her brother and her soon to be boyfriend had had a huge fight, but she was sure that they would be friends again when she and Harry got together. Now she only had to think about a way to get her Harry alone. It was frustrating how he always was seen with Malfoy, but she had a feeling that he was forced to stay by Malfoy's side. But that would all change soon.

Pansy was glaring daggers at Potter. How dare he sit next to her Draco and laugh and talk with him as if they were best friends? He didn't have the right! She should be the one sitting next to Draco and laughing and talking to him – and kissing him. She was certain she could make the blond Ice Prince happy. After all she had the same background as him while Potter was nothing more than a filthy half blood. He hadn't even heard of the Wizarding world before he turned eleven! He would never be able to make Draco happy.

Now she only had to find the chance to talk with Draco alone. She knew he missed her and that he was only amusing himself with Potter. Maybe she could follow them today and try to catch him alone. She nodded thoughtfully; yes, that was a good plan.

When the last lesson of that day had ended, she followed Draco and Potter while they walked up the stairs. She didn't know where they were going, but she saw no harm in following them. Maybe Draco was dropping Potter off by his godfather; her lip curled up in disgust when she thought of Sirius Black. He came from one of the most pure pureblood families and he had the nerve to be disgusted by it! Worse: he had had the nerve to start a relationship with a filthy werewolf! But that didn't matter to her; the only one that mattered to her was her Draco.

Pansy frowned when she saw the boys halting in a deserted corridor. She hid behind the corner and peeked around to see what they were doing. Her jaw dropped when she took in the sight in front of her. Potter was leaning against the wall and Draco stood in front of him with his arms around him. Potter said something to which Draco smirked and he bent down to … press his lips against Potter's! Potter's arms moved around Draco's neck and he pulled the blond tighter against his body, kissing him back.

Pansy couldn't believe her eyes. Was she hallucinating? Had someone put a spell on her without her noticing it? Why would her Draco – her straight Draco – kiss Potter? He couldn't be gay! He just couldn't! How would he continue the Malfoy line if he was together with Potter? What was he thinking? Had Potter put a love spell on him? She wanted to believe that, but then she had to believe that Draco wasn't magically strong enough and that she couldn't believe. What was wrong with them? If they truly were together – Pansy really prayed they weren't and Draco was just using Potter for his own fun – then she had to rethink her plan. She would need another one to make Draco hers. Her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed. Potter would pay for this. Without another look back, she stalked back to the Gryffindor tower.

"Couldn't you wait until we were in the Room of Requirements?" Harry mumbled against Draco's lips breathlessly.

Draco smirked. "You know I haven't much patience when it comes to you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "And what if someone saw us?"

Draco shrugged. "Let them see; I don't care."

Harry sighed and shook his head. "Do you think you can keep calm until we reach the room?"

"I can't promise anything."

Harry smacked his arm lightly and escaped from the arms holding him captive against the wall. "Let's go."

They continued to walk up a few stairs until they arrived on the seventh floor. They found the wall where the Room of Requirement was hidden and Harry began to walk three times in front of it, thinking 'I need a place to train a group, I need a place to train a group, I need a place to train a group'. After three times a plain wooden door appeared and Harry opened it, peeking inside. To his surprise, it was the exact same room where he had trained with the DA. He stepped inside and Draco followed him, closing the door behind him. He looked around and nodded approvingly.

"This is perfect for our defense club." He smiled.

"Hm." Harry hummed and studied the books; there were more books this time.

"Say, this room changes in whatever you need, right?" Draco asked suddenly.

Harry looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "Yes, why did you ask?"

Draco grinned and closed his eyes. Harry's eyes widened when the room began to change. Instead of the training room with the books on defense and attack, a cozy room with a burning fireplace and a big bed appeared.

Draco opened his eyes and his grey eyes were burning passionately. Harry swallowed when he saw that look directed at him. It seemed that his boyfriend was more interested in doing something else than inspecting training rooms.

"You don't seem to be very interested in inspecting a training room, huh?" Harry chuckled nervously.

Draco smirked and walked up to the dark haired boy. "No, not really." He kept walking which caused Harry to step back until his knees touched the bed and he fell on it with a quiet yelp.

Draco chuckled softly and climbed on top of Harry.

"I thought I would make use of this opportunity considering there are no meddling godfathers around." Draco murmured.

"You are a pervert." Harry accused him.

Draco smirked. "Maybe, but what are you going to do about it?"

Before Harry could retort, Draco had covered his mouth with his own and licked his lips, asking for entrance. Harry opened his mouth and met Draco's tongue, tangling with it. Without releasing Draco's mouth, Harry leaned on his elbows and crawled backwards, so that they laid more comfortably in the middle on the bed. Harry's head hit the soft pillows and Draco pushed his mouth harder against Harry's and engaged his tongue in a heated battle. Harry moaned softly and his hands tangled in Draco's hair, messing it up.

Meanwhile Draco had left Harry's mouth and his lips trailed from his lips to his neck. The other boy panted and he rested his head to the right, showing Draco his neck. He took advantage of that and his mouth started to suck on a particular spot under Harry's jaw line, making the black haired boy keen.

Draco raised his head and stared at the boy underneath him. Emerald green eyes had darkened and were burning; red lips were swollen and pants were escaping them; a dark blush stained pale cheeks.

Harry had noticed the intense stare of the blond boy and bit on his lip, not comfortable with the stare. "What?" He asked uncertainly. Had he done something wrong?

Draco smiled tenderly and one finger caressed a cheek. "You're beautiful, Harry." He whispered and stole Harry's breath with a tender kiss.

"I think you're the one who needs glasses." Harry chuckled weakly, not really knowing how to take the compliment. Not once in his life had he been told he was beautiful; he had never expected compliments from the Dursleys because all they ever gave him were insults, tasks and cuffs around his ear when he didn't obey them and it would have been weird if his friends had told him he was beautiful. Besides, seeing as his childhood had been bereft of compliments, he had never learned to appreciate them. As a result of this, he felt always extremely uncomfortable if someone did give him a compliment.

"Oh no, I'm sure I don't need glasses." Draco murmured and kissed Harry again. His hands left their place on the bed and started to caress Harry's chest; one hand slipping underneath the white shirt and began to trace patterns on the soft naked chest.

Harry shivered when he felt the cool hand touch his chest and one hand left the blond hair to slide down the body on top of him and he slipped his hand underneath the green sweater. His fingers traced the abs he felt and his hand slipped higher, stroking Draco's chest.

Draco hummed when he felt Harry's warm hand caressing his chest and he grew bolder; his strokes got rougher and harder and his hand started to inch down to the waistband, wanting to feel more of his boyfriend.

Their body heat increased and they pushed their bodies closer to each other, wanting to feel everything. Impatiently, Draco pushed Harry's legs apart and settled between them. The heat in his lower belly grew which caused something else to grow as well. In one bold move, Draco pushed his hips down, grinding his hard one against – Draco noticed this with delight and satisfaction – Harry's. His head fell down on Harry's shoulder and he groaned when his crotch came in contact with the other one. Merlin, that felt so good! He wanted to feel more. He started to grind down again, until he felt two hands gripping his shoulders. He looked up into green eyes. Into those green eyes was a mix of fear, embarrassment and lust.

"Draco …" Harry faltered. He didn't have a clue as to what he wanted to say. This was all new to him: having a lover, kissing, the feelings and the touching too – certainly the touching. He wasn't sure on how to continue this. He had no idea how to react. Did he mention he had no experience whatsoever with this? What if he did something wrong? What if he disappointed Draco somehow? He didn't want that! He and Draco hadn't actually talked about it since they were just together, but Harry was certain he wasn't Draco's first. This made it all more embarrassing because Draco was his first for practically everything romantically; well, except for the first kiss. He had given his first kiss to Cho last year, but that had been a huge disappointment. He really wanted to continue this … whatever this was, because it felt so amazing, but he didn't want to fuck it up by reacting wrong either.

Unconsciously while he was thinking about all this, his grip on the strong shoulders had tightened and he bit on his lower lip.

At first, Draco was confused as to why the other boy had stopped him – things were just starting to get fantastic! – but as realization slipped into his mind, his eyes softened and he tried to calm down a little.

"Harry, if you don't want to do this, I can stop here." He assured the dark haired boy.

"No, no, it's just …" Harry's voice trailed off, not sure how to finish that sentence, feeling more embarrassed as the seconds ticked by.

Understanding lit up on the blond boy's face. "You have never done this before, right?"

Harry nodded, too ashamed to speak up. Draco was going to laugh at him for that. A sixteen year old boy with no experience whatsoever in the romantic department – yeah, that was too stupid for words.

Draco however was quite excited to hear that. He had known of course that Harry hadn't had many lovers; that much was clear by his shy actions and Black's over protectiveness when he heard about their relationship. But to hear that he was his first … That made him swell with pride and excitement; and all right, maybe a tad possessiveness too. It made him feel sort of proud that Harry let him be the first. Because what boy didn't want to be the first for their lover? Harry was completely his; he wasn't tainted by another person, but was pure and all Draco's.

"Hey, you don't have to be embarrassed about that. I'm happy that I'm your first." Draco assured him and his hands rubbed soothingly over Harry's arms.

"Really? But I thought you would like it more if I had some experience …" Harry said uncertainly, not wanting to believe the blond Slytherin. Why would he be happy with the fact that Harry had absolutely no experience with this?

"Are you crazy? Why would I like that more? I like the thought that I'm your first for this. It makes me feel honored." Draco smiled tenderly.

"But I don't know what to do." Harry replied helplessly and ashamed.

"Just do what you want to do; it will all work out, trust me." When Harry still looked uncertain, Draco stroked his hair back and gave him a quick kiss on his mouth. "You know what? Just follow my lead and if you want to stop, then tell me and I'll stop immediately. I don't want to force you, okay?"

Harry nodded, feeling slightly more relieved that Draco wasn't laughing at him for his inexperience.

Draco pushed his lips against his again and initiated a fiery kiss, that literally made him see some stars behind his closed eyelids and he moaned in response. His hands relaxed their grip and wandered to Draco's back, while his tongue engaged the other one in a passionate battle.

When Draco felt his arousal meeting another one, he decided to try again. He began grinding down his hard cock against Harry's hard one while his hands wandered over Harry's chest, caressing and soothing him at the same time. Harry's breath got caught in his throat when he felt hips pushing against his own and he moaned again, pushing back on instinct, trying to create more wonderful friction.

"That's it." Draco panted in his ear and the hands on his chest got rougher – not that Harry minded that. Draco began rolling his hips and pushing down harder, groaning while he did that. Merlin, this was fantastic! The clothes between them created more heavenly friction and he started to pant harder. If Black or Snape now appeared in the room, he wouldn't have noticed it, so lost was he in the sensations.

A warm hand touching his chest made him snap his hips forward again and they both moaned at the sensation that caused.

"Do you like it, Harry?" He breathed in his ear, circling the other boy's nipple with his fingers and his lips found a sensitive spot behind Harry's ear.

Harry mewled at all those different sensations and had a hard time wrapping his mind about what Draco was saying. When his brain finally registered what the other boy had asked him, he nodded. "Mmm, yes." He murmured and his mouth latched onto Draco's neck, sucking and biting lightly.

"Good." Draco panted and shuddered when the warm hand on his chest slid down to tease his lower stomach.

Eventually, the burning sensations became too much for the two boys and their hips were pressed tightly together when they finally came; Draco biting Harry's neck and Harry moaning Draco's name, his head thrown into the pillows; both their bodies shuddering and shocking in their release; white and black stars appearing behind their eyelids.

For a while they stayed in the same position trying to catch their breath and calm their racing heart. When Draco was breathing regularly again he slipped off Harry and settled down next to him, pulling him into his arms. After he had casted a cleaning spell on both of them, he kissed him softly on his cheek.

"Did you enjoy it?" He asked, wanting to be sure that Harry had enjoyed it.

Harry chuckled weakly, feeling tired from their 'make out' session. "I thought that was obvious."

"So you don't regret it?" Draco asked relieved.

"Absolutely not. I really liked it, Draco." Harry mumbled and pressed a soft kiss on Draco's lips.

"I'm glad to hear that; so you wouldn't mind repeating it later?" Draco asked, laughing softly.

Harry smacked his arm weakly. "Horny bastard." He muttered and rolled his eyes.

"I take that as a 'why yes, Draco, I would love to repeat that again'." Draco smirked.

"Shut up." Harry said tired.

It wasn't long before Harry's eyes closed and he fell asleep. Draco smiled and decided to join him. They still had a few hours before dinner began anyway.

When they finally woke up again, they realized disappointed that they had missed dinner; their stomachs protested loudly at that realization.

"Shit, what are we going to do now?" Draco cursed and sat up. Thank Merlin they still had some time before curfew began or else he had to worry about that as well.

Harry yawned and yanked his shirt down that had ridden up in his sleep, showing his stomach. "Don't worry, we just sneak into the kitchen and ask the elves for some food. I'm sure they'll be willing to give us some."

Draco looked at him suspiciously. "Why do you know where the kitchens are?"

Harry blinked. "That's not really important. Let's go." He said defensively.

Draco chuckled, but shut up when he received a jab in his ribs. He winced and rubbed the sore spot, deciding to never get on Harry's bad side. If he jabbed him like this for just chuckling at his response, he didn't want to know what happened if he made Harry pissed off.

The two boys were just walking down the third floor, when one portrait opened and Sirius stuck his head out.

"Draco, Harry, what are you doing here? Why weren't you in the Great Hall for dinner?" He asked surprised.

Harry decided it was best not to mention to Sirius what he had done with Draco. He wouldn't put it past his godfather to give Draco detention for the rest of the year. "We were checking out the Room of Requirement for the defense club."

"Defense club?" Sirius frowned.

Before Harry could further explain, two stomachs growled angrily, demanding food. Both boys blushed when Sirius laughed.

"Come in, we get a house elf to bring you two food." Sirius chuckled and opened the portrait for them.

Remus looked up surprised from his book when he saw Harry and Draco entering their room.

"What are you doing here?"

"Those two idiots have missed dinner because they were checking the Room of Requirement for their defense club, so I invited them in to eat here." Sirius answered and walked to the kitchen to call a house elf.

Harry rolled his eyes and sat down next to Draco on the couch in front of the fire.

Remus' eyes widened a bit when he caught a peculiar scent waving off the two boys and he blushed when he recognized the scent. He coughed awkwardly and closed his book. He checked first to see if Sirius was still busy in the kitchen before muttering, "You're lucky that Sirius doesn't have the strong sense of smell that I have, otherwise Draco would probably be locked up in a place only Sirius knows."

Harry looked confused and Draco raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about, sir?" Draco asked.

Remus snorted. "Oh please, save the 'I'm innocent' card. I can smell you did more than just checking that room. Please take a shower first before you come to visit after you've done that. I really have no need to know what you were doing exactly."

Harry's face went fire red and even Draco was blushing. Talk about embarrassing.

"You can smell what we did?" Harry squeaked embarrassed.

Remus tapped his nose. "Sadly, I have the strong sense of the werewolf even in daily life; now hush, before Sirius knows what happened."

Harry groaned softly and slumped down in the couch. All right, so Sirius didn't catch them this time, but they were still discovered by the strong sense of smell of Remus. Couldn't they do anything without being caught one way or the other?

When Sirius entered the living room again, he had two plates with mashed potatoes, gravy and roasted chicken on it in his hands. He placed them on the coffee table in front of the two boys and conjured glasses to pour pumpkin juice in them.

"Dig in, boys." He smiled and sat down in the chair next to Remus.

"Thanks, Sirius." Harry smiled and began to eat.

"So, what is this about this defense club? Are you talking about the same club you had last year, pup?" Sirius asked curiously.

"Not exactly. The club will have the same purpose as last year, but this time only for Slytherins and well, Luna too." Harry added when he thought of the blond girl.

"So you heard about the attacks on the Slytherins during the holidays." Remus sighed.

Harry nodded. "Millicent and Blaise told us about it yesterday."

"Did you talk about it with Snape?" Remus asked curiously.

"Harry spoke to him yesterday." Draco replied.

"He said it was okay to start the club on one condition." Harry muttered, still not liking the condition.

"What condition? Do you have to scrub the cauldrons for the rest of the year?" Sirius joked.

Harry glowered, but didn't answer.

"He has to be the one who does the teaching." Draco informed the two older men, when it was clear that Harry refused to answer.

"That's not a bad condition, cub. You already did that last year, so there should be no problem now." Remus said soothingly.

"Yeah, but that's because Hermione forced me to. I don't like teaching, but Snape insist I'm the one doing it, because I'm good at Defense against the Dark Arts. Can't you do the teaching, Remus?" Harry asked hopefully; he even added the big puppy eyes look. It couldn't hurt to add that.

Remus laughed. "No, I'm sorry, but Snape is right. You're the best choice for teaching the Slytherins. After all, I'm a former Gryffindor. I don't think they would prefer to be taught privately by a former Gryffindor."

"Snape said the same thing." Harry glared at him. "You're supposed to support me, not him. On whose side are you?"

Remus bit on his lip to avoid laughing. "I'm on your side, cub, but this is something you should do and not me."

Harry huffed, but didn't retort, recognizing a lost battle when he saw one. Draco squeezed his thigh reassuringly.

Three days later, the whole school found out that Harry and Draco were together. Somehow, someone had snapped a picture of them when they were kissing in an abandoned classroom after Potions. At first, the two boys hadn't had a clue as to what had happened to make the students whispering about them again. Sure, some of them still had tried to attack Harry because of their families, but they were stopped quickly when they saw that Harry was never alone. Then Millicent had timidly showed them the flyer with their picture on it.

Harry didn't know how to respond to that. By the looks of the other students, he had even fallen lower in their eyes, by being gay. Well, being gay and being together with Draco. He looked up to Draco and became worried when the grey eyes were still staring at the flyer. They were standing in front of the Great Hall; it was lunch time. How would Draco react to this?

"Draco?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Hey, Malfoy, I didn't know you like asses!" One boy shouted tauntingly.

"Yeah, wonder how your precious daddy will react to that! His only son a fag!" Another boy laughed.

Draco crumpled the flyer in his hand and looked up. He threw a death glare at the students surrounding them and they flinched when they were caught by the glare.

His arm curled around Harry's waist and hugged him to his side. "Listen imbeciles: yes, I'm gay and yes, I'm together with Harry. I don't care what you all think about this. I don't care if you like this or not." His glare intensified, making the students in front of him stepping back. "What I and Harry do with each other is none of your business! If I want to kiss Harry, then I kiss him! If I want to hug him or hold his hand, I do that! You can all shove your opinions about us in a place where the sunlight never shines. I can help you with that." He finished hissing the last sentence. He grabbed Harry's chin, lifted it up and kissed him full on his lips. Green eyes widened before closing and he kissed the blond boy back. A few catcalls came from their friends, but everyone else didn't dare to make a sound, fearing how Draco would react.

When they parted again, both boys were panting. Draco's hand slipped down to Harry's hip and he tugged the other boy with him. "Let's go eat." He murmured and beckoned their friends to follow them.

Daphne Greengrass sighed softly, a few seats away from them. "My, Draco, that was so romantic! Harry, you have a great catch there!" She winked at him, causing him to redden slightly.

"Yeah, though, you didn't have to go that far." He scolded Draco lightly.

Draco shrugged. "I wanted to kiss you anyway; might as well show those jerks that I don't care about their opinions."

Harry sighed, but smiled. He was glad that Draco had stood up for their relationship.

Besides a few snide remarks that were quickly silenced with a few strategically placed spells on the victims, nobody dared to voice their opinion on their relationship; although, it ended up in the Daily Prophet. Harry had received requests from the newspaper to give an interview, but he had refused all of them. He didn't want to talk about his relationship with Draco to people who only cared about how many copies they would be able to sell if the article appeared in the newspaper. Their relationship was private; other people had no business with it.

Both Draco and Harry received many letters from people who either supported them or found it disgusting that they dared to be together. The last sort was quickly thrown away in the fireplace.

One letter had hurt Harry a lot, though he hadn't shown it. It was from Mrs. Weasley. She hadn't sent a Howler this time, but a very short note in which she explained how disappointed she was in Harry that he had chosen a boy – a lowly Slytherin – over her beautiful daughter. She also added that his parents would have been disappointed too. That last comment had hurt the most. Harry had never known his parents, so he really didn't have a clue as to how they would have reacted to their son being gay. Because he didn't want Sirius and Remus to get into another fight with Mrs. Weasley, he had hidden the letter in his nightstand, intend on throwing it away when he had the chance.

Unfortunately Draco had found the letter before it could be destroyed. Harry had never seen his boyfriend that furious. He had tried to calm him down, but Draco had just stormed out of the dorms and had disappeared (Harry had forgotten he could have used the map to locate him – a fact which had made him want to slam his head against the wall for being so stupid) only to reappear one hour later with a very satisfied smirk on his face.

When Harry had asked him where he had gone to and what he had done with the letter, Draco had just kissed him hard on his mouth and had answered that it had all been taken care off. He didn't get a more specific answer and after three hours of questioning, Harry was forced to give up. Although he had been very suspicious when he had seen Snape smirking later that night, looking like a cat that had caught the canary. His pets had the same look on their faces every night; Harry suspected it was because they got back at all the students who dared to hurt him. He had heard Pomfrey complaining about the many bites, scratches and burn marks several students seemed to suddenly acquire. Harry just hid his smirk whenever that happened because he just knew that his pets were behind those wounds. Not that he minded that.

Two weeks after the holidays had ended, there was the first meeting of the defense club for the Slytherins. It was held on Friday evening, half an hour after classes had ended. Harry had made the announcement a week earlier in the common room and most Slytherins appreciated the chance to learn more. The ones, who were interested in joining the club, came to Harry or Draco and they gave the location where the meeting would be held. The members now consisted out of Slytherins, Luna, Neville and Dean (though the last two weren't comfortable at first being in a room full of Slytherins). Luna had brought the two boys with her and reassured them that the 'Snuzzles' wouldn't be able to reach them in the room.

Just like the year before, Harry tested all the students to check how strong they were. Most students were average: not very strong, but they weren't weak either. Thus Harry divided them in groups: there were two groups with people who needed a lot of training; six groups of people who just needed more practice with the spells and finally there was one group who showed the other groups how to duel and how to perform the spells: Harry, Draco, Blaise, Daphne, Luna and surprisingly Neville were placed in this group.

For three hours straight they helped the weak groups with their spells and watched over the other groups. At the end, Harry was very satisfied with the progress they had made so far. They decided to have a club meeting every Friday, unless something came up.

Harry hadn't paid much thought to the possible threat that Ron and Hermione could pose and thus had gotten a bit careless.

The day after the club meeting, it was Saturday and Harry had a meeting with Snape to talk about his past again. Harry would never admit it, but it did feel good to talk about it with someone who wouldn't judge him. It was still embarrassing and often Harry had felt ashamed to tell his godfather what had happened to him while the man was in prison, but after those sessions he was relieved and kind of happy that he had talked about it. It was rather strange that he trusted Snape and felt comfortable enough to talk about his past with the man, while his friends had never gotten much out of him about his past. Sure, they knew the Dursleys mistreated them and that he wasn't happy with them, but they had never asked further. Harry guessed that showed once again that maybe they hadn't been that best of friends after all.

Because these meetings were in the dungeon and thus close to the Slytherin common room, Harry hadn't felt the need to bring his pets with him and he had assured Draco that he could work on his homework while he went to talk with his godfather. After all, nobody would willingly walk through the dungeons on a Saturday afternoon.

Harry closed the door behind him with a sigh. For two hours, he had been talking about the Dursleys again. This time, he had talked about the fact that he had been forced to live and sleep in a cupboard for the first ten years of his life until the owls of Hogwarts had managed to find him. After that, he had been given the playroom of his cousin, Dudley. He had idly wondered how things were going for his relatives, but had forced that thought away. He would never have to go to the Dursleys again and thus, he didn't want to spend time thinking about them.

While Harry mused about the fact that it was rather scary to see Snape acting so friendly towards him – though he still could give him snarky and sarcastic comments, but that's just how Snape was – three pairs of eyes were glaring at him, hidden in the shadows. The eyes followed him while he walked past them and silently, the shadows began to move too.

Harry stopped in front of a closed door when he felt something prickling his neck. It was like he was being … watched. He tensed up and secretly reached for his wand, when a voice he recognized, yelled, "STUPEFY!"

Harry had no time to raise a shield and when the spell hit him, his whole body went stiff like a board and he fell to the ground, hitting the floor with a loud 'THUD'. His eyes stared at the ceiling and he heard three pair of footsteps coming towards him.

The freckled face of Ron appeared above his head and his former friend sneered. "Well, well, look at that, boys. The almighty Savior can't even defend himself against a simple Stupefy. How you managed to survive You – Know – Who so many times, I don't understand. It was probably by sheer dumb luck. And we're supposed to trust you to save us. Tsk, tsk, how disappointing. Well, it makes it easier for us." Ron nodded to the two other boys, who stood just out of Harry's vision.

Harry started to panic when he felt his body being picked up and the door next to him was opened, before he was thrown in it. His body hit the cold stone floor and he barely fit in here.

Ron appeared in the doorway, twirling Harry's wand in his hand. "You won't need this in here." He laughed cruelly and threw the wand away; it hit a wall and rolled further down the hallway, disappearing in the shadows. "Let's see how long it takes before someone notices you're gone. Seeing as you're here in the dungeons and this castle is huge, I think it will take a while. Have fun in here, Potter." Ron spat out his last name and with a loud BANG, the door was closed.

For a few seconds it glowed and Harry realized they had put a locking spell on it. He heard their footsteps removing themselves from the door and eventually it was silent.

Harry was now in a full blown panic. Images of being thrown in his cupboard, staying in the dark for hours, his only company a few spiders were flashing through his head and he started to breathe faster and faster. The spell wore off and he curled up in himself, trying to calm down and think of a something to escape, but he was getting lost in his memories. The space wasn't big enough! It was too dark; the walls seemed to close in on him; the dark was trying to swallow him up like it had tried to do when he was a kid. He was nearly hyperventilating and all he wanted was to get out! He wanted to get out of this place! Back to the light, where he was safe.

More and more memories of his cupboard and his feelings of loneliness and fear were attacking his mind until he finally let out a terrified scream that tore through his throat.

"LET ME OUT!" He screamed in fear and started to bang on the wooden, heavy door. Wood chafed his hands, cutting through the skin and making him bleed. Harry paid no attention to the pain and just kept screaming and banging on the door. After each scream, he had to gasp for air, still on the verge of hyperventilation.

He was so lost in his fear and memories that he never noticed how two spots on his body started to glow, nor did he notice a shadow disappearing past the door.

Draco was startled out of his study session when a loud growl and an angry hiss cut through the silence in the room. His head shot up and his eyes widened when he noticed how furious Ruby, Sapphire and Garin were. Sapphire had her nails out and her hair was straight up while she was baring her teeth. Ruby was angrily growling and the fire on his body seemed to grow bigger; his red eyes were nearly spitting fire. Garin had rising up and he was hissing furiously, his head swinging back and forth.

Draco frowned; what was wrong with them? They had never acted like this before. He turned towards them. "Hey, hush, what's wrong? There is nothing wrong here." He muttered, but he looked around to see if something was out of the ordinary. He found nothing.

He almost jumped a foot in the air when something long came slithering from underneath the drawer. The moment the thing came into the light; Draco recognized it as the snake of Salazar, whose painting was now hanging on the wall in Snape's private quarters.

"What the …" He murmured incredulously. What was Layla doing here?

Layla seemed to be hissing something at Garin and Draco wished Harry was here to translate it. He wondered if there was a dictionary for Parseltongue.

He tensed up when he felt something tugging on his pants. He looked down and saw that it was Ruby who had Garin draped around his neck. Meanwhile Sapphire was waiting at the door with Layla.

Ruby tugged again, pulling him towards the direction of the door. Draco was confused; what did they want?

"Do you want me to follow?" He asked uncertainly, not even knowing why he bothered to ask this to animals who clearly couldn't answer him. Well, they couldn't answer verbal, but with non verbal replies, they didn't have much trouble.

Ruby tugged at his pants again and Draco relented, following Sapphire and Layla. He ignored the questioning looks of his fellow Slytherins and followed the pets out of the dorms. He was getting more and more confused when they led him towards the corridor that came out on Snape's quarters.

However before they reached Snape's quarters, Ruby stopped him in front of a closed door.

"All right, what now?" He asked curiously, but tensed when he heard a faint yelling and banging. He drew his wand and concentrated on the noise to figure out where it was coming from. He was baffled when he discovered it came from behind the wooden door he was standing in front of. He concentrated harder and was shocked when he thought he recognized Harry's voice. But that couldn't be, because Harry was with his godfather. A glance at his watch told him that Harry was supposed to be back in the dorm by now. If this was indeed Harry behind the door, why was he in it?

"Is Harry behind this door?" Draco asked, trying to be calm.

Ruby went to the door and whined softly, butting his head against it. Draco took this as a 'yes' and tried to open the door. It wouldn't butch.

"Alohomora!" He snapped and the door flew open and hit the wall with a 'BANG'. He was shocked when he saw Harry.

Harry was sitting on the floor on his knees, rocking back and forth; his hands were bloodied and he was still screaming, his voice rough and raw. His eyes were glazed over, but were looking utterly terrified. It broke Draco's heart to see him like this.

Immediately he dropped to his knees on the floor and pulled his boyfriend in his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Hush, Harry, I'm here; everything's all right. It's over; I've got you. You're safe." He kept murmuring again and again, trying to soothe the terrified boy. He rocked them back and forth, stroking over Harry's hair and tried everything to calm him down while he was furiously asking himself what the hell had happened to make Harry this terrified and locked up. When he discovered who did this, there would be hell to pay. Draco's grey eyes darkened and burned; nobody hurt his Harry and got away with it.

Abruptly Harry stopped screaming, but started to sob, burying his head in Draco's shoulder while hugging him tightly.

Draco maneuvered them so, that he was sitting against the wall on the other side with Harry on his lap. He pressed soft kisses on Harry's forehead, temples and cheeks while muttering soothing words. His eyes caught a faint glowing on two spots on Harry's body before it faded away; he furrowed his eyebrows, but filed that away. He would think about it later.

"You three should follow Layla; it's an emergency." Salazar suddenly interrupted their talk about Harry.

Sirius, Remus and Snape stared at him.

"Excuse me?" Snape asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Listen, now it's not the time to go into full detail, but Layla told me she found young Mister Potter incredibly upset and on the verge of hyperventilating. Young Mister Malfoy is already with him, but I think it's best if you went to them too." Salazar replied hastily. "He's a bit further down the corridor."

The three men looked at each other, but quickly left the quarters to find the boys.

Salazar looked thoughtfully at Layla. "Layla, my dear, thank you for warning me. I'm glad you found him on time, though the boy worries me. If it continues like this, he'll be a walking target. He needs more training and quickly, before it's too late." The Founder mused.

The three adults stopped in their tracks when they took in the sight in front of him.

Draco was leaning against the wall, trying to soothe a hysterical Harry on his lap. Harry's body was shivering and shuddering violently, sobs ranking through his body.

Sirius and Remus immediately dropped in front of the pair, rubbing Harry's back and looked anxiously to Draco. They never had seen their godson acting like this. He acted like a terrified, wild animal.

"What happened?" Sirius asked alarmed.

Draco shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. Harry's pets brought me to him. I found him locked up behind that door, screaming bloody murder and looking absolutely terrified. I'm trying to calm him down, but it's not helping."

Ruby, Sapphire and Garin curled up next to the two boys, trying to soothe their master.

"I think Potter has been attacked." Snape commented and he held Harry's wand in his hands.

Remus and Sirius looked up sharply when they heard his comment. "What? By who?"

"I'm afraid that the only one, who can answer that, is Potter himself. Unfortunately, he doesn't look able to answer right now." Snape sighed. "Let's bring him to my quarters where I can give him a Calming Draught."

With difficulty, Draco managed to get up with Harry in his arms. He gave him a quick kiss on his forehead and followed the three adults. He tightened his grip around Harry and inhaled the vanilla scent that clung to the boy. The ones who did this to him would pay a high price.

AN2: So how was it? Sorry if I once again screwed up the panic attack *hangs head down in shame*

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