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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
- 24
- 25
- 26
Author's note: So yeah, university has started again but I'll try to keep my updating schedule as it is now – with the stress on 'try' ^^;

Thanks to the following reviewers: cocobyrd87; Madamdragon; delia cerrano (No, she'll have doubts soon); unneeded (thanks for pointing out those typos; I'll fix it as soon as possible); Sharebear; Saphirephoenix (thanks for pointing out that error); Polfso (seeing as this is adultfanfiction, I can place the uncensored version which means they will have sex in this story)

Warning: Just a small lime

Chapter 25: Happy Valentine?

When Snape told Draco to place Harry on his couch, it proved to be rather difficult, considering Harry refused to loosen his grip on Draco. Eventually it was decided that Draco sat down on the couch with Harry on his lap. Sirius and Remus sat on each side of Draco, rubbing Harry's back soothingly. Sapphire, Ruby and Garin were curled up at Draco's feet, seemingly asleep.

After a short search in his cabinets, Snape came back with a clear vial that contained a blue, bubbly liquid.

"Potter, I need you to drink this, before you die of hyperventilation." Snape said casually and handed over the vial.

"You have such a nice way of convincing people, Snivellus." Sirius said sarcastically.

Snape pointed at Harry, who was doing his best to drink the whole vial. "It worked, didn't it?"

Sirius snorted, but didn't retort.

One minute later, the potion took fully effect and Harry started to calm down until he just laid against Draco's chest, drawing patterns on it.

"Harry, can you tell me who attacked you?" Draco asked softly, his thumb rubbing Harry's hipbone in a soothing manner.

Harry took a deep breath and bit on his lower lip. He was feeling sleepy; the combination of screaming and reliving his nightmares of being locked up in the cupboard with the Calming Draught was hard for his exhausted body and mind.

"It was Ron with two other guys. I couldn't see their faces because they kept out of my vision." He finally answered and hissed when he felt a sting on his hand.

Remus looked at him apologetically. "Sorry, but I need to clean these wounds on your hands, before they get infected." He murmured softly.

Harry nodded and tried to keep his hand still while Remus tended to it. Now that his attention was directed to it: his hands did hurt. Quite a lot actually.

"Did you recognize their voices?" Snape asked.

Harry shook his head, glad to have a distraction from the stinging pain. "No, sorry."

"Well, at least we know Weasley was one of them." Snape muttered, already plotting ways to make detention hell for that boy. Scrubbing cauldrons just wasn't bad enough in this case.

"Are you all right now?" Draco whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry nodded. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that." He whispered back, ashamed of his behavior.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for. What happened wasn't your fault." Draco said sternly.

"What exactly did happen, pup?" Sirius asked softly, now stroking through Harry's black messy hair.

"I wanted to go back to the dorms when Ron came up behind me and stupefied me. He told the two other guys to stuff me in that small place before locking the door. He had taken my wand away so I couldn't use a spell to escape." Harry answered. After a sigh, he continued, "I don't know what happened next. I guess I started to panic. For some reason I was remembering all those times I was thrown in the cupboard," Draco opened enraged his mouth to demand to know what Harry was talking about, but a sharp look from his godfather made him close his mouth again. "and I … got lost in those memories, I think. I totally panicked and wanted to get out. I don't know how long I've been there, but I only remember Draco opening the door."

"Yes, about that, Draco, how did you know where Potter was? You said his pets brought you to him, but how could they have known?" Snape asked.

"I don't have a clue as to how they knew where Harry was. I was studying when they suddenly began to hiss and growl. After a few seconds of that, Layla appeared in the room and I think she talked to Garin, because after that they pulled me along with them. They led me to that room and I managed to open that door." Draco answered.

"Hm, that still doesn't explain how they knew that something was wrong with Harry before Layla warned them." Snape mused, feeling confused.

Suddenly, Draco remembered the two glowing spots on Harry's body when he had found him. They had vanished when he had pulled Harry out of that tiny room. Could those glowing spots have something to do with how his pets knew where Harry was?

"I don't know if this is relevant and useful, but when I found Harry, he was glowing at two spots on his body." Draco said hesitatingly.

Snape just looked at him quizzically, but Remus and Sirius shot up when they heard that.

"Really? Where were those glowing spots?" Remus asked, getting excited. If Draco pointed at the spots that Remus suspected, he knew in which book he had to search. If what he suspected was right, Harry's pets weren't just normal magical pets …

Draco pointed at Harry's side and his ankle.

"And you said that the animals were acting weird even before Layla told them where Harry was and what had happened?" Remus inquired, his amber eyes shining.

Draco looked at him warily, not understanding why the man was so excited. "Yes."

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sirius asked grinning.

"Yes, I'm exactly thinking what you're thinking." Remus chuckled.

"Now that we've established that you share one brain – which I have always known – can you tell us what you're talking about?" Snape asked irritated.

"Harry, do you mind if I tell them about your marks?" Remus asked softly.

Harry tensed and for a while it was silent, until he answered softly, "No, I don't mind."

"A couple of weeks back, Harry came to us because he had discovered two marks on his body that looked like runes. There is one on his side and one on his ankle." Remus started to explain. "They both stand for protection, but we couldn't figure out why and how they had appeared on his body."

Sirius took over from him. "Your father gave us some rare books about runes and rituals and we've searched through them for an answer. In one of those books, there was a short article about some magical animals that were able to put marks on the ones they considered their master. In some of those cases, the marks were used as a warning for the animals in case their master got attacked. The author of that article dismissed this as bullshit seeing as nobody had ever heard of an animal that marked their master in that way. But by the sound of your story, it seems that maybe the article was true. We need to research it more, but it seems that Harry is marked by Ruby and Garin. That's the only way to explain all this: the glowing spots and the fact that the animals knew what had happened before Layla told them." Sirius finished grinning.

"But what about Sapphire? She's a normal cat, but she was hissing and growling like the others." Draco said confused. He was trying to sort through all that information. So Harry was marked by Ruby and Garin and that's why they knew what had happened to him before Layla had told them. That was just … weird.

Sirius shrugged. "Cats are known to have a sixth sense. That's why they always have been associated with magic. She probably had a feeling something bad had happened and reacted to it."

Draco wanted to ask Harry why he hadn't told him about the marks when he noticed that Harry had fallen asleep. He sighed. "I better take him to the dorms. He's asleep."

Snape nodded. "Let me know when he wakes up. If he's still affected, then I can bring him more calming potions."

Draco nodded and carefully stood up, not wanting to wake up Harry. "See you later, professors."

The three men nodded and watched how he walked out the room with Harry in his arms, the three animals leading the way.

"All right, how are we going to punish Weasley?" Remus asked calmly, but his eyes were shifting to a bright gold, a sign that the wolf inside him was close to the surface.

"Severely, that's for sure." Snape commented nonchalantly and leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed.

"I can't believe he would do something like that." Sirius shook his head incredulously. "When did it go that wrong between them?"

"I suspect it went downhill the moment Potter decided to befriend Draco." Snape replied.

Remus sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Does someone have an idea for the punishment?"

"Whatever we come up with, we still have to bring him to Dumbledore." Snape replied after a silence. "This is not some innocent prank. Not only did they stupefy him; they stole his wand and locked him up in a closet. They probably didn't know he would get lost in his memories, but they still attacked a fellow student. Plus they had no purpose being here on a Saturday."

"Do you think Dumbledore will do something about Weasley?" Sirius asked skeptically.

"He has to; it would be awkward if some people of the Ministry got involved in this." Remus suddenly smirked viciously.

The two other men stared at him.

"And with other people: who do you mean with that?" Sirius asked eagerly.

"Oh, it could be the new Minister; I heard the Minister has never liked our Headmaster." Remus smirked, his golden eyes gleaming in the firelight from the fireplace. "But it can be Lucius too; I imagine he would love to take Dumbledore a few notches down."

"You're evil, wolf." Snape commented flatly.

Remus smiled; he guessed this was Snape's way of saying that he approved of his plan.

"Since when are Gryffindors so vicious?" Snape asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Harry is my family." Remus simply answered.

Nott didn't look up when Draco entered the room with Harry in his arms. He only smirked and turned another page of his book.

"Did you make him that tired that you had to carry him back here? My, he even passed out." Nott smirked, enjoying the glare that was thrown at him.

"Listen here, you fucked up asshole, I'm not in the mood to deal with your shit." Draco hissed and placed Harry down on his bed, because that one was closer. "Go annoy the hell out of someone else."

Nott chuckled and closed his book. "And here I though you would be nicer if you had fucked that little whore." He clucked his tongue.

He could barely avoid the Bone Crushing curse Draco threw at him in his rage. "Guess that's my clue to fuck off, right?" He laughed harshly and disappeared from the room.

Draco breathed harshly and sat down next to Harry. Nott had always been an annoying pain in the ass, but he had never acted that hostile. He briefly wondered what was wrong with that boy, but decided it wasn't worth it. He stretched out his body to lie next to Harry and softly pulled him into his arms. Harry sighed in his sleep and turned around, facing Draco's chest. He snuggled a bit before falling into a deeper sleep. Draco started to stroke his black hair, all the while trying to come up with the worst ways of punishing Weasley.

A lonely dark shadow slipped through the giant entrance doors of the castle. The person looked around him, but apparently found nothing, because he quickly made his way to the Forbidden Forest. The person seemed to know where he was going, even though it was quite dark in the forest. After half an hour walking through bushes and avoiding the paths, the person came to a halt in a small clearing. The sunlight barely managed to make it through the thick leaves, which made the clearing rather dark. Still it was enough to see if someone came in the clearing.

After waiting for five more minutes, another person stepped into the clearing. He wore a long black robe and had hid his face behind a mask. The masked person stopped right in front of the shorter one.

"Do you have news?" The cloaked one asked in a monotone voice.

"Not much." The shorter one replied. "Malfoy is together with Potter now."

The other's wand spit out red sparks. "That is not exclusive news; all the papers reported it – everyone in this country knows that. Come with something better."

"I know that the papers printed that – but did they also print that Malfoy is extremely protective of that half-blood?" The shorter one smirked. "When the mother of those Weasleys sent the half-blood a letter stating how 'disappointed' she was that he was a fag, Malfoy flew into a rage. I couldn't gather what he did, but considering the fact that even Snape was smirking it must have been something vicious."

"Does this over protectiveness have some sort of relevance?" The longer one asked impatiently.

"Not necessarily the over protectiveness, but Potter is rather insecure. I can see it in his body language when he's around Malfoy – which is almost constantly I might add – it shows that even though they are in a 'relationship', Potter doesn't fully trust Malfoy. I suspect that if the right 'seeds', so to speak, are planted, Potter will very soon start doubting Malfoy and avoid him – which will be one person less to watch over him." The other one replied satisfied.

"And am I right in thinking you can plant those 'seeds'?" The masked man asked.

"Of course, leave that to me." The younger one smirked again, his dark eyes gleaming viciously.

"Is there anything else you can report to the Dark Lord?"

"Tell him that his Potions Master isn't as loyal to him as he thinks he is."

The man straightened his back at hearing that, tensing. "What do you mean by that?"

"Just like I said: Snape isn't loyal to the Dark Lord."

"Why do you think that?"

"Ever since Potter joined Slytherin, he has gotten soft. He has started caring for the boy and I don't doubt he has been passing information about the Dark Lord and his plans to the old coot."

"The Dark Lord won't be pleased to hear that. Although it explains why the Order of the Phoenix were aware of our plans before we could execute them. Except with the attack during the holidays. If I remember correctly, Snape wasn't aware of those attacks. Interesting. A traitor in our middle; I'm glad I'm not in his place when the Dark Lord punishes him." The other man mused. "Is that all?"

The shorter person nodded brusquely.

"Very well. Keep collecting information." The man ordered before disappearing in the forest.

The person who was left over smirked. "Things are going to get ugly for some of us." He chuckled darkly, before making his way back to the castle.

"So, Severus thinks he can betray us that easily." The soft hissing voice of Tom Riddle spoke. His bony white hand clenched around his wand, his red eyes glowing in the darkness of the room. One of his most trusted servants had betrayed him for the old fool; how very unwise of him. "Wormtail, get Lucius now." He hissed.

Wormtail squeaked in fear and ran as fast as he could to the door; he wasn't fast enough and got hit by a 'Crucio!'

For several minutes, Voldemort kept torturing the rat, making him scream and beg for mercy until he had enough of it and released him from the curse. "For being a rat, you aren't fast enough, Wormtail." Voldemort chuckled darkly, stroking over his snake's head, Nagini.

Wormtail sniffled and crawled out of the room.

"I think you deserve a treat, my dear Nagini." Voldemort hissed in Parseltongue. "What do you say about a rat?"

Nagini curled up in her master's lap and hissed out an approval, her milky eyes glowing with hunger. She had always wondered how that big rat would taste like.

"My Lord." Lucius entered the room and bowed in front of Voldemort, kneeling in front of him.

"Stand up, Lucius." Voldemort spoke annoyed.

Lucius rose up again, his grey eyes looking calmly at his supposed 'master'.

"I need you to do something."

"Anything, my Lord."

"One of my servants made me aware of a traitor in our middle."

Lucius said nothing, though inwardly, he tensed up. Did Voldemort suspect him?

"Our spy in Hogwarts informed us that Severus Snape has been a traitor for years." Voldemort continued, looking sharply for any suspicious emotion on Lucius' face. He didn't see any. "I want you to pay him a visit and make him aware of what happens when someone dares to betray me."

On the inside, Lucius was shocked. Severus had been found out? How? He had been so careful. "Does he have to be alive after my visit, my Lord?" He asked, though he was disgusted.

Voldemort laughed; a harsh, cold laugh that resonated through the entire room and bounced back. "No, dispose of him."

Lucius bowed. "Yes, my Lord."

"You may leave now."

Lucius bowed one last time and immediately left the room, trying to figure out how he was going to save Severus and who the traitor was. If it was one of the students in Slytherin, his son and Harry would be in great danger.

When Lucius had left, Voldemort conjured up a cage that took up half of the room. He put his snake in it and summoned Wormtail. Tom Riddle was a very patient man, but even he had his limits. Wormtail had nothing more to offer him. He was literally nothing more than a waste of air.

At least he's useful as a treat for my dear Nagini, Voldemort thought, chuckling darkly.

Wormtail entered the room, still sniffling. "Wh – what ca – can I – I d – do for y – you, my Lo – Lord?" He stuttered fearful, his beady eyes watering.

"Get in that cage." Voldemort ordered calmly and settled back in his chair.

Wormtail looked at the cage and froze up when he saw the snake lying in it, staring hungrily at him. He may not be a genius like his old friend Remus had been, but even his small brain understood that if he entered that cage, he wouldn't escape it alive.

"Bu – but my Lo – Lord." He squeaked in fear and started to tremble. "Ple – please, wha – whatever I – I did wro – wrong, I – I can ma –make it up to – to you, m – my Lo – Lord."

"If you want to make up for what you did wrong, enter that cage." Voldemort hissed, not pleased with his servant's refusal.

"Bu – but …"

"NOW!" Voldemort pointed his wand at him, annoyed at having to do it by himself and with jerky, tiny steps; Wormtail entered the cage, Voldemort sealing the door behind him.

Wormtail could do nothing more than squeak fearfully, pressing himself against the furthest bar in futile hopes to escape the hungry snake.

"It is quite fitting, don't you think: you are a rat and my snake eats rats." Voldemort chuckled darkly, his red eyes glowing viciously when he stared at the cage. "Enjoy your feast, Nagini." He hissed.

The other Death Eaters could hear four screams echoing down the stony walls of their temporarily hide out. They shivered when they thought of the poor soul that had angered their master.

Hundred miles away, Harry shot up in his bed, panting and sweating. He swept his hair out of his eyes and tried to calm down. He had had another vision of Voldemort. He tried to remember all the details so he could warn Snape. Wormtail had been eaten by Nagini (for that Harry was happy; he had never liked the traitorous rat. He was sure Sirius would be happy about that too) and Snape had been discovered as a spy. Lucius was sent to kill him. This was just dandy.

He felt Draco sitting up behind him and two arms snaked around his waist, pulling him against a hard chest.

"Harry, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" Draco asked sleepily.

"I have to go talk with Snape." Harry replied and got out of Draco's grip.

"I'll go with you." Draco said immediately and climbed out of the bed.

"What? No, you don't have to. I can go on my own." Harry protested and grabbed his wand.

"Harry, I'm not letting you go alone. You were just attacked – who says it won't happen again?" Draco said annoyed.

Harry clenched his jaw and tightened his fists. It had only been a few hours since he had been locked up, but he wanted to forget about that. All right, he had broken down and he had gotten slightly hysterical – Harry was still deeply ashamed of that; what was he: a girl? – but he wanted to forget about that. He would be more careful now, that's all.

"Draco …" Harry said warningly through clenched teeth.

Draco shook his head. "I won't argue about this with you, Harry. Let's go."

Harry glared and when Draco offered his hand, he refused to take it and went out of the room. Draco sighed; he had forgotten how stubborn Harry could be.

They arrived at Snape's quarters in complete silence; Harry was still mad that Draco treated him like a child.

Harry knocked on the door and after one minute, the door opened. Snape raised an eyebrow when he saw the couple standing before him.

"Potter, please tell me that you weren't locked up again?" Snape sighed.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "No, I had a vision about Voldemort."

Draco gasped and looked at him in shock. He had thought Harry had had a nightmare.

Snape stared at him and then motioned for the boys to enter the room. The boys took a seat on the couch and Snape made sure to create a shield around them to prevent others from potentially eavesdropping.

"Tell me about it." Snape ordered and took a seat across from the boys.

"Voldemort has given Wormtail to his snake Nagini, so he's dead by now." Harry started to tell and he couldn't help the tiny smirk that had appeared on his face when he said that. The smirk disappeared when he continued: "But Voldemort knows you're a spy now. He has a spy here in Hogwarts and he told him that. He sent Lucius to kill you."

Draco could hardly avoid his mouth dropping open. His godfather had been found out. He was now on Voldemort's killing list too.

"Well, this is rather unfortunate." Snape muttered. "I wonder how I was found out. Did you tell anyone else about this, Potter?"

"No, I came immediately to you, sir." Harry replied and bit on his lower lip. "Do you know what you're going to do now, sir?"

Snape sighed. "Obviously, I can't go to any meetings anymore; my role as spy is over. I have to stay in Hogwarts I'm afraid."

"But what about father?" Draco asked worried.

"I don't think Lucius will try to kill me, Draco." Snape snorted.

"No, that's not what I asked; Voldemort ordered father to kill you. He has a spy here in the school. What happens if the spy tells him that father didn't kill you?" Draco asked and his hands clenched in his pants.

"I hadn't thought of that." Snape admitted. "I'm afraid he will have to stop his spying too. We can't risk him getting killed." He looked at Harry. "How are you feeling now, Potter?"

"I'm fine, really." Harry sighed.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Really? You seemed not so fine, just a few hours ago."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "That was a few hours ago; I'm fine now."

Snape rolled his eyes. "If you say so." He looked at the clock. "It's time for dinner. I see you two in the Great Hall."

The two boys nodded and left the room.

When Harry refused to talk or look at him, Draco sighed and grabbed his arm to stop him.

"What?" Harry asked annoyed and crossed his arms, jerking his arm back.

"All right, I'm sorry, okay. I didn't want to make you feel like a child, but I was scared when I saw the state you were in when I found you in that closet." Draco said softly. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Draco, I understand that, but I can take care of myself. I'm not a little child you have to take care of and hold his hand." Harry sighed. Damn it, he could never stay mad for a long time.

Suddenly Draco chuckled, breaking the tense air between them. "Oh, I know you're not a little child." He said and eyed Harry's body for which he received a smack to his arm for.

"Pervert." Harry muttered and huffed.

Draco chuckled again and his hand grabbed Harry's. Harry intertwined their fingers and they made their way to the Great Hall.

"I need to speak to you about two things later, Headmaster." Snape murmured to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked at him surprised, but smiled and nodded. "Of course, Severus, you can come by my office after dinner."

After he had made sure that Dumbledore's attention was caught by someone else, Snape turned to Remus who sat next to him.

"Wolf, I'm going to talk to Albus about Potter and Weasley – are you coming too?" He murmured.

Remus looked at him surprised, but nodded. "Of course, I will tell Sirius."

To Snape, the dinner went by excruciatingly slow; he needed to talk about his and Lucius' role as spy and he had to make sure Weasley got punished. Snape had a feeling that the last matter would be the hardest to accomplish. The Weasleys were an important part of the Order of the Phoenix: Dumbledore wouldn't want to punish one of the members of that family – especially not if Molly Weasley discovered that. On the other hand, he and Draco had taken the woman a few pecks down after that letter she sent to Potter. He had never suspected Molly Weasley to reject someone because he was gay. On the other hand, she had always dreamt of Potter marrying her daughter. He looked at the Slytherin table and spotted his godson sitting next to Potter, scowling at Blaise while Potter was laughing.

Snape had expected Potter to be more depressed or anxious, tense maybe after what had happened to him today. It should have quite affected him, considering they had just stopped talking about all the times he was locked up in a small and dark cupboard. And yet, here he was, laughing and joking around.

Either Potter was extremely good at wearing a mask (and that would be very worrisome, because what else was the boy keeping from all of them if that was the case?) or he was suppressing the event, stuffing it away in his subconscious (and that in itself was worrisome too, because it would cause more problems for the boy later).

Snape didn't know why he cared about how Potter felt. He wasn't very empathetic, though he could relate to Potter on some matters of his childhood. Still, that was no excuse; in his House, there had been plenty of students that had had a similar home life like he had had. Sure he had listened to them when they came to him to talk about their problems, but that was just it: they came to him and as the Head of their House, he had obligations to listen to him and try to help him if it was possible. Potter hadn't come to him to talk about his problems. If Snape hadn't forced him, he would never have started talking about it. So, why was he so concerned with Potter? Could it be that he wanted to help the boy because he was Lily's son? Lily had been his only friend; he had been devastated when he heard about her death.

Snape shook his head softly; thinking about his possible reasons gave him a headache. He would muse on it later; when he had a bottle of Firewhiskey in hand reach.

"All right, Ron, why are you mad now? Just half an hour ago, you were laughing." Hermione sighed. Laughing rather maniacally, she added in thought.

Ron scowled in the direction of the Slytherin table where the boy he had locked up, was now laughing and talking to his friends. He had planned it all perfectly. The closet was in a deserted corridor; it should have taken hours for someone to find him. So why was he here now? How had he managed to escape the closet? He narrowed his eyes. He would have to think about something to make his life miserable.

"Nothing to worry about, 'Mione." He muttered absently.

Hermione looked at him worried, but didn't react. She wasn't stupid: she had seen the glare her boyfriend was throwing at their former best friend Harry. To be honest, she wasn't sure how to feel about Harry. Yes, she was mad at him for dropping them and going to Malfoy. It had stung her that Harry would rather be friends with someone who had taunted them for years (and had called her Mudblood several times) than with the ones he knew from his first year. They had been there for his numerous adventures; where had Malfoy been? Safely in the castle. So, of course she was suspicious about Malfoy's motives when he offered Harry a truce and wanted to be friends. Now they were even a couple! Hermione wasn't against gays – she just had never expected Harry to be gay.

She sneaked a glance at Harry who was sitting next to Malfoy. He looked happy. Even from the other side of the Great Hall, she could see his green eyes sparkling and a blush appearing on his cheeks when Malfoy gave him a kiss.

Hermione sighed and started shoving her food back and forth on her plate. She hated feeling confused and having doubts. Had she done well with her decision to take revenge on Harry? The potion was ready to be used, but she began to hesitate. What if Harry reacted worse than they expected? She didn't want to kill him! She would have to think about it more, later in the silence of her room.

"Don't we have to get Harry too?" Remus asked worried, when dinner was over and the students started to leave the hall.

Snape shook his head. "No, only if we need to."

Remus looked doubtfully, but didn't argue further.

"All right, my boys, how can I help you?" Dumbledore asked with a smile, offering them lemon drops, which they politely declined.

"First of all, the Dark Lord has discovered I'm a spy and he sends Lucius to kill me." Snape began calmly.

Sirius blinked and Remus gasped in shock.

"How do you know about that, Severus?" Dumbledore inquired, his blue eyes dimming.

"Potter came to me a few hours ago. He had had a vision. The Dark Lord ordered Lucius to kill me because a spy in the school had told him about my alliances." Snape answered, almost sounding bored. "Oh, and he gave Wormtail to his snake Nagini."

That caught Sirius' attention. "What? You mean that cowardly, sniveling, weak low life is dead now?"

Snape nodded, rolling his eyes.

"Damn it, I wanted to be the one to kill that rat." Sirius cursed softly.

"Too bad." Snape sneered.

"So, young Harry had another vision." Dumbledore muttered. "I wonder why he didn't come to me."

Snape bit on his tongue to hold the rude comment back and replied, "Perhaps he thought that you were too busy."

"Perhaps." Dumbledore nodded in thought.

"What are we going to do now?" Remus asked and bit on his lower lip. They hadn't counted in their plan that it could go wrong and that Snape would be exposed as spy.

"Obviously, Severus needs to stay here in the castle. If he goes to Tom now, Tom won't hold back." Dumbledore sighed. He cursed inwardly. Severus had been an excellent spy, even though the man hadn't wanted to take the job. It was good he had something to hold over the man's head.

"Lucius will need to stay somewhere safe too." Snape interjected, crossing his arms.

Dumbledore looked at him surprised. "Why? He's not exposed as spy, is he?"

"Not now, but if the Dark Lord has a spy here in the school, he will be immediately reported if Lucius doesn't kill me, which will expose his role." Snape answered annoyed.

"That's unfortunate." Dumbledore muttered. Another spy he couldn't use anymore; it really wasn't his day. For one moment, he toyed with the thought of faking Snape's death, but it would be too much of a hassle to keep Snape hidden (not that the man would want that) and to search for his replacement as the Head of Slytherin. It was important that Snape was the Head, because most children in Slytherin came from Dark families and searched for support by the dark man. Usually it would give the headmaster some useful information about the children's families. He sighed. "We need to find a place for Lucius to hide. I'll think of something."

Snape nodded and decided that the first matter was finished. "There is still something else I need to talk to you about."

Dumbledore looked at him. "What is it, Severus?"

Snape glanced at the two other men in the room and when they gave him a slight nod (well, Remus gave him a nod; Sirius was still too busy gloating about Peter's death), he started to inform the headmaster about what had happened to Potter, just a few hours prior.

When he had finished, Dumbledore sighed and closed his eyes. He had been afraid that Ron would go too far. He could understand why the red haired boy was mad with Potter, but it had been reckless to do something like that. Especially considering Potter had seen his face. The old man cursed the boy's stupidity. How dense could you be to let your victim see your face? He had to know that Potter would tell someone about what had happened.

"Well, what are you going to do about that?" Remus demanded to know.

"I know it sounds severe, but are you sure it isn't just a prank that went a little too far?" Dumbledore tried to soothe the men.

"Albus, Mister Weasley wasn't playing a prank on Harry. He did it to harm him – he even threw Harry's wand away and spelled the door shut. That isn't some harmless prank." Remus argued, his golden eyes flashing a bit.

"What do you want me to do?" Dumbledore sighed inwardly.

"Talk to his parents; we'll punish him, but his parents have to be alerted, before he goes too far." Snape bit out.

"What punishment are you going to give him?" Dumbledore asked a little worried. It wouldn't do to annihilate the Weasleys. They were the most important family in the Wizarding World; he didn't want to anger Molly.

"That's something Weasley has to be worried about." Snape curled his lip up.

"Fine, I'll talk to Molly and Arthur, but maybe you should tell Harry that he has to talk with Ron. I'm sure they can get over their differences. They were best friends after all." Dumbledore admitted defeat – for now.

"It's Weasley who's being difficult." Sirius snapped. "He made Harry chose between him and Hermione and Draco. Tell me, what kind of best friend are you if you make your friend choose?"

"You know as well as I do that Mister Malfoy has been very hostile towards them for years. It's understandable that Ron has difficulties with him." Dumbledore argued back.

Sirius snorted. "Funny how Harry managed to forgive Draco."

Dumbledore sighed; you just couldn't argue with Black. "Was there something else?"

"No, that was all. Will you let me know what the Weasleys have to say about their son?" Snape asked nonchalantly, but his voice carried a threat. If Dumbledore didn't tell the Weasleys about their son's actions, he would make sure they would be notified about it. And he wouldn't be sugarcoating it.

"Of course." Dumbledore smiled thinly, resisting the urge to rub his sleep. He could feel a headache coming up.

The three men nodded at him and left him alone. Dumbledore sighed and cursed. Now he had to tell Molly that her son was going too far. He could already imagine the conversation; it wouldn't be pretty. Besides that, he had to figure out where he would put Lucius to keep him safe – though he didn't want to. One Malfoy less, who would care about it? Still, he had to keep the blond man safe. Now that Potter was together with the younger Malfoy, he would be no doubt worried about his father in law.

Which brought him to another point. Potter and Malfoy. How in the world had they ended up together? Never had he imagined that Potter would be gay. He had thought that with a bit of persuasion, Potter would choose for the youngest Weasley: Ginny. Why did that boy have to be so difficult? Thinking about someone being difficult brought him to Sirius Black. He really needed to find a way to keep that man apart from Potter. But how? Sending him on a dangerous mission had proven to be futile. So how …

A smirk appeared on the old man's face. Yes, that would work best. Now he only had to find a way to make it happen. Dumbledore chuckled and popped a lemon drop in his mouth.

Black could better appreciate the time he had left with his godson; he wouldn't have it for long.

When Lucius arrived at Hogwarts, he was relieved to hear that Snape would be safe and managed to convince the coot to let him stay at one of his manors. It beat staying at Grimmauld Place. Although it still sucked that he had to wear a disguise if he wanted to go out. Besides Snape he was on the black list of Voldemort now too.

Ron nearly exploded when Snape told him his punishment. For one month straight he had to help Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest at night and in the weekends; in the evening he had to clean the dungeons. The worst thing was that Hagrid expected from him to feed the giant spiders he had met in his second year. He would deny it later, but when he heard of his tasks, he had fainted right on the spot. He had thought that Hagrid would have mercy with him, but unfortunately for him, Sirius had informed the half giant what exactly had happened and Hagrid had been angry. He couldn't believe that Ron would do something like that to someone he had once considered his best friend. That's why Hagrid had chosen the giant spiders as punishment – he knew Ron had arachnophobia.

Ron was not amused with this and swore he would take revenge on Harry.

The end of January was nearing and Nott had decided that it was time to mess with Potter's head. It was nearly Valentine and it seemed like a good idea to start his plan now. He had to be very patient; it was nearly impossible to catch Potter alone. Just when he was thinking about stupefying Malfoy to get rid of him, he had his chance presented to him.

It was on a Thursday evening.

Malfoy had to go talk with Snape and Potter had settled himself in one of the couches in front of the fire with a book in his hands. He was still blushing; an aftereffect of having Draco kissing the living daylights out of him. They hadn't had time to repeat the moment in the Room of Requirement, because they had been too busy, but Harry was hoping they would get to repeat it soon – his blush intensified.

He looked up surprised when he felt someone sitting on the same couch as him and tensed when he recognized the boy.

Nott was smirking at him. "Hey Potter."

Harry looked at him wary and nodded curtly. He didn't know how to react to the boy sitting next to him. They never had really talked to each other, besides Nott giving some snidely remarks. Why would Nott chose to sit with him?

"May I ask you a question?" Nott asked nonchalantly.

"I suppose." Harry muttered and closed his book.

"How's your relationship going with Draco?"

Harry blinked at the unexpected question. "Euhm, good."

"How far did you two go?"

Harry reddened. "I'm not telling you that!"

Nott snorted. "Calm down; it was just a harmless question."

"Why do you ask those questions?"

"Because I figured that someone had to warn you about Draco."

"Excuse me?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Has Draco told you how many lovers he has had before you?"

"No." Harry narrowed his eyes, ignoring the little voice in his head that told him to go away and ignore Nott.

"Well, to be honest, I lost the count, but trust me when I say it's many." Nott scoffed.

"So? Why are you telling me this?" Harry snapped. He had been a little taken back when Nott had told him Draco had had many lovers, but maybe Nott was over exaggerating. Draco couldn't have had so many lovers before him, right?

"Do you want to know how they looked like and how long they lasted?" Nott asked, concealing a smirk. If Potter saw his smirk now, he would never believe him.

Harry didn't say anything and even refused to look the other boy in the eyes. Why should he care how Draco's past lovers looked like or how long they lasted?

"They had dark hair and blue or green eyes." Nott continued to talk. "And they lasted until Draco had fucked them for a few times. Then they were dumped. Do you see the connection, Potter? You have dark hair and green eyes. Exactly like all the others. Guess it's some sort of fetish of him." Nott shrugged. "Anyway, I thought I would warn you. There's a chance that he has changed, but I should watch out if I were you. Draco is just addicted to sex. He'll do anything to get it. So you better watch out if you don't want to be another notch on his belt." With that he left Harry sitting on the couch. Nott smirked and made his way to the dorms. He knew he had made Potter doubting Malfoy. Everyone with brains could see how easily it was to make Potter doubtful. Now he just had to sit back and enjoy the show.

Harry didn't look up when Nott left. He was biting on his lip and mulling over Nott's information. Was it true? Was Draco that addicted to sex? Would Draco dump him once he got what he wanted? Harry wasn't ready to have sex with him yet and unwillingly Nott had made him doubting his relationship. Draco wouldn't dump him after they had had sex, right? He wouldn't do that. Harry didn't like these doubting feelings. Why would he believe Nott anyway? Nott had never been friendly to him; who said this wasn't another attempt to screw with his mind?

Yes, Nott was just lying to him; Draco wouldn't dump him. Harry nodded confidently and buried himself back in his book. Yes, it was stupid to doubt Draco. Even though he has assured himself, there was still something lingering in the back of his mind. He wouldn't forget this conversation easily.

Three hours later Draco turned up again. With a sigh, he plopped next to Harry on the couch and pulled the dark haired boy on his lap.

"How did it go with Snape?" Harry asked softly and closed his book. They were practically alone in the common room now.

"He had set up a connection between his fireplace and that of father, so that I could talk to him." Draco answered and absently traced patterns on Harry's back, pulling the boy closer to him by his hips.

"How is your father doing?" Harry asked curiously, settling his head on the blond's shoulder.

"Great, though he's complaining about the lack of human contact." Draco smirked, though he was relieved that his father wasn't in danger.

Harry smiled. "That sounds like your father."

Draco chuckled and one of his hands came to rest on Harry's ass. When he gave it a squeeze, Harry stopped his hand and hissed, "Not here, there are people here now."

Draco smirked. "Relax, the last ones are now in their dorms; it's just you and me now." He whispered and before Harry could voice his protest; his lips were covered by the blond's ones. With a soft sigh, he opened his mouth and let Draco's tongue in his mouth. Draco coaxed his tongue in a slow battle and pressed Harry's body even closer; pushing their hips together. Harry clasped his arms around Draco's neck and mewled softly.

Just when he started to enjoy the snogging, he felt Draco's hand slipping underneath his shirt, caressing his lower stomach. He gasped a little at the contact, but enjoyed it; it was nothing that they hadn't done before. He moaned softly and tore his lips apart to gulp some air back in his lungs. Draco took advantage of that and began sucking a spot in his neck, creating another love bite.

However when Draco's other hand started groping his ass, he was remembered of Nott's warning: "Draco is addicted to sex; he'll do anything to get it. Afterwards he dumps them."

Harry frowned and pushed Draco's hands away; the mood lost. Damn it, why couldn't he just forget about Nott and his stupid warnings?

Draco looked at him confused. "Harry, what's wrong?" He asked, a bit breathlessly. Why had he pushed him away? The fun had just started.

"I'm a little tired, Dray. Can we go to the dorms?" Harry muttered and stood up. He didn't know why he just wouldn't tell Draco about Nott, but something in him stopped him. Did he really want to know how many lovers Draco had had? It was bad enough knowing he wasn't Draco's first.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, but shrugged. "Fine; let's go." His arm sneaked around Harry's waist and pulled him to his body.

After a quick goodnight kiss, they both went to sleep in their own beds; Harry still thinking about Nott's warning. He didn't like the way it had affected him.

Nott glanced from out the corners of his eye to the couple sitting a few seats in front of him. He couldn't contain the smirk on his face when he saw how tense Potter was sitting next to Malfoy. So Potter had taken his 'warnings' to heart; this was going to be fun.

It was the first week of February when Pansy had had enough. She had enough of seeing Potter kissing with her Draco and holding her Draco's hand. It was time that Potter knew his place. Sadly she would need the Weaselette's help for it.

Her plan was simple: she still had the pictures of every lover her Draco had had. And that were a lot. All she had to do was show those pictures to Potter and let him realize that he just was another toy to her Draco. The problem was that to show those pictures, she would have to get him alone. And for that to happen, she would need someone to lure Potter to her. Her best option? Ginny Weasley. As loathe as she was to admit, that stupid ginger girl was her best chance at getting Potter alone.

"Weasley." Pansy said curtly and sat next to the red haired girl.

Ginny looked up warily. "What do you want?"

"Now, now, don't be so rude to the one who's going to get you the boy of your dreams." Pansy smirked. It had been easy to discover what the girl would want in exchange for her help: Potter. Weasley had a huge crush on him and that was a good thing for Pansy. She would get Draco and the Weaselette could get Potter.

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked suspiciously, but at the same time also hopeful.

"I have several pictures of Draco's former lovers. If Potter sees those, he'll realize he and Draco would never make a good couple. He'll break it off with Draco and you'll get Potter while I get Draco." Pansy explained.

"And can I do something?" Ginny asked excitedly. She couldn't wait to have Harry all to herself. Sure he would be upset about the break up, but Ginny would make sure he would forget about Malfoy soon.

"Yes, I need you to get Potter and bring him to the library where I'll show him those pictures." Pansy answered smirking.

"Why don't you go to him?" Ginny asked confused.

"Do you really think Potter will want to talk to me? He trusts you." Pansy smiled.

Ginny smiled back and her brown eyes sparkled. "When do you need me to bring him to you?"

"What do you think of next Friday?"

"Perfect."

Harry walked out of the Room of Requirement as fast as he could when the club meeting was done. He didn't want to admit it, but since Nott had warned him about Draco, he tried to avoid all the situations where Draco could get encouraged to do more than kissing. If Nott was right (and Merlin he hoped that he wasn't right) and Draco would indeed dump him after they had had sex, he wanted to draw it out. He didn't want to be another notch on Draco's belt. Unconsciously he had paid attention to how many times Draco would try to do more with him. It was every time they were alone, that Draco would start kissing him and trying to do more with him. He didn't force Harry to anything, but he would still try to take their relationship to the next level. Nott had been right about that: Draco was addicted to sex. So now he tried to avoid any situation where he was left alone with Draco – which Draco didn't really appreciate. Of course he realized that wasn't a real solution.

Draco appeared next to him and grabbed his hand. "Well, that was a fun club meeting." He chuckled, remembering the heat spell that had sent Blaise's hair on fire.

"Hm." Harry murmured.

Just when Draco was about to suggest they waited until the Room of Requirement was empty so that they could spend some 'quality' time together, a voice stopped them.

"Harry, can I talk to you?" Ginny asked nervously.

Harry blinked. He hadn't really talked to Ginny in months and wondered what she wanted to talk about.

"Sure." He shrugged, not seeing any harm in just talking.

Draco glared at the girl in front of him and tightened his grip on Harry's hand.

"Euhm, alone, if that's possible?" Ginny suggested timidly, trying to ignore the glare of the blond boy.

Harry looked at her surprised. "Of course. I'll see you in the dorms, Dray." He muttered and gave the blond boy a quick kiss on his mouth.

Draco sighed at his missed chance and nodded before walking off.

"All right, Ginny, what do you want to talk about?" Harry asked curiously.

"Euhm, could you follow me to the library, Harry? That's more private." Ginny suggested and bit on her lip.

Harry looked at her suspiciously, but shrugged. If she tried anything, he had his wand hidden in his sleeve to protect himself.

He followed her to the library and tensed when Ginny led him to a table where Park was sitting.

"Ginny, what is the meaning of this? I thought you wanted to talk with me?" Harry asked and narrowed his eyes, secretly gripping his wand tightly. For one brief moment, he figured it would have been useful if he had brought his pets with him, considering they seemed so keen on protecting him, but he had left them in the dorms, figuring they would need to rest.

"Relax Potter, I won't hex you." Pansy snorted and pulled something from her bag. "I just wanted to show you something."

"Oh yeah? What did you want to show me?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"These pictures. Just wanted to let you know what you're in for if you stay with Drakie." Pansy answered nonchalantly and pushed the pictures in Harry's hand before standing up. "Let's go back to the tower, Weasley, before McGonagall has a fit."

Ginny casted a longing look at Harry, but followed the other girl reluctantly.

When Miss Prince snapped at him to get out of her library, Harry hurried outside where he leaned against the wall. He took a deep breath, wondered briefly why everyone wanted to warn him about Draco and glanced at the pictures. All the pictures contained a dark haired boy with Draco. In every photo, Draco was smiling and kissing the boy. You didn't need to be a genius to figure out that these boys were Draco's past lovers. So now he finally knew how many lovers Draco had had before him. It had to be at least twenty boys. Harry crumpled up the pictures and set them on fire with a whispered Incendio. He wondered why it hurt so much to see those past lovers. It was like he thought: they were past lovers. And they were all dark haired with light eyes. Fuck. Would he end up like those boys too? Just a memory in a picture? Just someone Draco could amuse himself with until he got what he wanted and then dump him like all those other boys?

A lump formed in Harry's throat and he slowly made his way back to the dorms. What should he do now? Break up with Draco before Draco would hurt him? He didn't want to break up with him; he had never been so happy as he was with Draco.

Draco looked up and smiled when he saw his boyfriend entering the common room. "There you are. I almost thought you were cheating on me." He joked and beckoned the other boy to him.

Harry avoided his eyes. "I'm tired; that club meeting was a bit too much I think. I'm going to bed." He announced.

"What, now already? It's only ten p.m." Draco protested.

"I'm tired, Draco." Harry said annoyed and marched to the dorms, leaving a confused Draco behind.

"What the hell happened? Have I done something wrong?" Draco wondered, not understanding why Harry was suddenly annoyed with him. He shrugged and decided to read a bit before he went to sleep too. He wasn't that tired.

If Harry was trying to avoid Draco when he remembered Nott's warning, he was really avoiding his boyfriend now that he had seen those pictures. He didn't want to be another toy that Draco used and then discarded. He was a human being with emotions, damn it!

But because he didn't want to face Draco, he did his best to avoid him.

It was only five days until Valentine when Draco finally got fed up with Harry's disappearing acts. It annoyed him that Harry was trying to avoid him and it left him wondering what had went wrong between the two of them.

Just like a few months ago, he cornered his boyfriend in one of the dungeons, trapping him between his arms.

"All right, I can tell you this already, Harry, that I never liked playing Hide and Seek." Draco said annoyed.

"What are you talking about, Draco?" Harry asked irritated, crossing his arms.

Draco scoffed. "Don't play stupid: you've been avoiding me and I want to know why."

"I'm not avoiding you."

"Yes, you are and you're going to tell me why."

For a moment it was silent until Harry blurted out, "If you have fucked me, are you going to dump me like you did to all those other boys?" He bit on his lip and cursed himself for blurting it out like that.

Draco looked at him bewildered. "Harry, what are you talking about? Why would I dump you after having sex with you?"

"That's what you did to those other boys, isn't it? You fucked them a few times and then you dumped them for another one. My, Draco, I never knew you were that popular." Harry hissed, his anger and hurt coming out at once, his green eyes flashing. "I knew that I am not your first, but twenty – three? That's a lot for a sixteen year old, don't you think? When did you start; when you were thirteen? And what's with the dark hair and light eyes; do you have some kind of fetish?"

Draco took a deep breath and let his arms drop. He didn't know who had babbled to Harry, but when he got his hands on that person, he would make sure they would regret it. "Harry, those boys didn't mean anything to me."

"Oh, that's better; you fucked them even when you didn't care about them. That's nice." Harry spat out.

"Who told you about them?" Draco demanded.

"You don't need to know that."

Draco had a feeling, but he had to make sure he was right. But for now he had to make sure Harry didn't break up with him. He hadn't gone through all that trouble to get Harry, to let him go because some asshole deemed it right to mess with his relationship. "I would never dump you after we had had sex, Harry."

Harry snorted. "Yeah, right. I bet you said that to those other boys too."

"No, I didn't say that to them. Do you want to know why I was with so many boys and why they all had dark hair and light eyes?" Draco asked with a sigh.

Harry hesitated, but nodded. He was curious.

"Because I tried to get you out of my head."

Harry blinked; that was an answer he hadn't expected. Draco fucked those boys because he tried to get Harry out of his head? That didn't make any sense and he told Draco that.

Draco laughed and it sounded a bit bitter. "Still it's true. Before we got together, I had a crush on you for two years I think. In the beginning I tried to forget about you because I didn't want to admit that I liked you and I thought that by fucking dark haired, light eyed boys, I could get you out of my head. It didn't work. Every time I fucked a boy, all I could think was how it would feel like to make love to you. I even think I said your name a few times when I came. But because they weren't you, they wouldn't do for me and I would dump them before going to the next one. I'm not proud of it, Harry." He said softly and looked him in the eyes. "I'm aware I acted like a whore, but I just wanted to get you out of my mind. Thank Merlin that didn't work, because otherwise I wouldn't have you now."

"Why didn't you tell me about this? Why would you let me hear it from others?" Harry asked, trying to stay mad. Draco sounded so sincere and he couldn't help but feel a bit flattered that even when Draco was fucking other boys, he still thought of Harry; he wondered where his sanity had gone to.

"I didn't want you to think of me as a notorious whore. I regret fucking all those boys, but in the end I still got you and I'm not letting you go." Draco said softly.

"I still think you're a bastard, Draco." Harry frowned, but Draco saw his green eyes gaining some of their spark back.

"Well, I'm still your bastard." Draco smiled and embraced his boyfriend.

"That was so lame." Harry rolled his eyes.

Draco chuckled. "I know." He tightened his grip on Harry. "So, are we good?"

"Yes, we're good, but I don't want any secrets between us. Promise me you won't hold secrets for me?" Harry asked softly and looked in the grey eyes.

"I promise." Draco whispered and kissed Harry softly.

Someone around the corner watched them and scowled. Fuck, the plan hadn't worked. What now?

Five days later it was Valentine and the whole school was decorated in pink and red. Heart shaped balloons were floating through the hallways and lessons were cancelled for that day. Sirius and Remus had locked themselves up in their room and had forbidden the portrait for letting anyone in, except in cases of emergency – and then only if that emergency had something to do with their godson.

Harry had asked Draco to come to the Room of Requirement, because he wanted to give him his Valentine's present. Draco had given him a necklace with a small blue sapphire hanging on it.

Harry was rather nervous about giving Draco his present and was waiting on the bed in the room. His pets were staying in the dorms, content to eat their meat and sleep on the bed. Now that Harry was assured Draco wouldn't dump him when they had had sex, he wanted to take their relationship a step further. He still wasn't ready to have sex with Draco, but that didn't mean he couldn't do other things to please his boyfriend.

Someone knocked on the door and a few seconds later, Draco opened the door. He was surprised to see Harry sitting on a huge bed, looking rather nervous.

He closed the door behind him and made his way to the bed.

"It's time for your Valentine's present." Harry blurted out and bit on his lower lip – he had been doing that a lot lately.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows in surprise and sat down next to Harry. "Okay. I can't wait to see my present." He smiled.

"It's not something you can see per se." Harry began uncertainly.

"Euhm, okay?"

"I decided I wanted to go a bit further." Harry whispered nervously and before Draco could ask further, he had pressed his lips on Draco's while pushing him to lie on his back.

At first Draco was confused as to what Harry meant with wanting to go a bit further, but when Harry settled himself besides him and began to caress his chest, Draco had a feeling he knew where things would be heading today. They had to part to get some air and Draco took that chance to stroke some of Harry's black hair back.

"Are you sure, Harry?" He whispered, not wanting to pressure the boy.

"I'm sure; well, I'm not sure if I'm going to do it right, because I haven't done this before, but I'm sure that I want to take things a bit further." Harry babbled nervously and immediately shut up while he began to blush.

Draco smiled and pulled his boyfriend on top of him. "Relax, I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever you're going to do."

"I hope so." Harry murmured and began to kiss the blond again. Kissing Draco was something he knew and was familiar with and it managed to calm him down. Eventually Harry deemed himself ready to give Draco his present.

Draco took a sharp breath in when he felt one of Harry's hands sliding down to fumble with his belt. The kissing and caressing had made him quite excited, but he allowed Harry to take his time to open his pants.

He gasped softly when a trembling hand closed around his hard one, stroking it softly. The touch was light at first and the stroking hesitantly, but when he started to moan softly, it encouraged Harry and he started to move his hand quicker, placing kisses in his boyfriend's neck and collarbone. Every now and then, he squeezed softly in the hard shaft he held in his hand and it rewarded him with a soft sigh and a groan.

"Am I doing it well?" Harry whispered in his ear, hot breath caressing his ear shelf.

"Merlin, you're doing it fantastic, Harry." Draco moaned and grabbed the boy's neck to pull him down to kiss him.

Harry moaned softly when a tongue met him and his hand sped up almost automatically.

That proved to be too much. Draco's back arched a bit and he gasped when he came, coating Harry's hand.

"Fuck, Harry." He said breathlessly and fell back on the bed.

Harry smiled happily, feeling proud that he had done something that Draco had enjoyed. He wiped his hand off with some tissues the room provided for him and settled back down next to Draco.

"So, I guess you liked my present huh." Harry asked, his green eyes sparkling.

"I loved it." Draco smiled and kissed him on his lips. Then he noticed the bulge in Harry's pants and he smirked. "It seems that someone else deserves a bit attention too." He murmured and settled on top of Harry.

Harry blushed and tried to look away. "I'm good." He muttered embarrassed.

"Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help you out, hmm?" Draco breathed and while his mouth was busy with placing love bites all over Harry's neck and collarbone, his hands were busy with opening the boy's shirt.

"Do you trust me?" He whispered against the reddened lips.

Harry nodded and his own hands trailed over Draco's back.

Draco smiled and began placing open mouthed kisses on the tanned chest. When his hands had finally managed to open Harry's pants, he looked up again. "You can stop me whenever you want, okay? I don't want to force you."

Harry nodded again, too excited to even consider stopping. He knew they weren't going to have sex today; Draco would probably do the same thing he had done to Draco.

Harry was only half right; Draco wasn't planning on making love to him now, but he wouldn't give him a hand job either. He pulled the black pants down to Harry's knees and the green boxers went down too, before his mouth found something more interesting than a chest.

Harry gasped loudly and arched his back when he felt a hot wet mouth surround his hard one. Draco began bobbing his head up and down, each time taking a bit more of Harry in his mouth while his tongue licked him.

Harry grabbed the sheets underneath him and tried to buck his hips to get more of that wonderful friction. He whimpered when two strong hands held his hips down, but moaned loudly when he felt himself hit the back of Draco's throat.

"Fuck, Draco, mmm. That feels so good." Harry sighed and closed his eyes.

Draco grinned around his mouthful and hummed a bit, sending vibrations through Harry's cock.

"DRACO!" Harry shouted and his back arched when he came. His whole body shuddered while he climaxed and Draco made sure to swallow everything, fixing his pants afterwards while Harry was recovering.

"That was amazing, Dray." Harry sighed contented and snuggled in Draco's side.

Draco smirked. "I'm glad you enjoyed. Maybe we can do that again later."

"Definitely." Harry muttered sleepily and Draco chuckled when he noticed that Harry had fallen asleep. He had worn him out.

Draco guessed they could take a little nap – as long as they took a shower afterwards. He didn't need a repeat of last time with Lupin.

Snape looked up when the fire flared green and raised his eyebrow when he saw his visitor.

"Happy Valentine, Severus." Lucius smiled and held up a bottle of red wine.

"Why are you under the impression I care about the holiday?"

"Because you have the chance to celebrate it with me." Lucius smirked.

"I don't know, Luc." Snape muttered.

"Narcissa is gone now, Sev. There is no one that can stop us from being together now." Lucius whispered and in a few quick steps he was in front of the Potions master and had kissed him full on the lips.

Snape had always known that he shouldn't have encouraged the blond. Malfoys were too persistent for their own good. Question was: would he deny him now that he had a chance to have him to himself?

AN2: So what did you think of the chapter? Normally I should be able to update this Friday again. Please leave your thoughts behind in a review!

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