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Chapter 2 - When looking at the bright side, prepare for the worst.

Draco watched Harry all through lunch and in every class they had together for the rest of the day, convinced that something must have happened to cause him to be so distant all of a sudden. Not to mention quiet, which was very out of character for the raven haired boy. But Draco Malfoy wasn't letting on to anyone just yet that he was interested.

Later that evening Ron and Hermione once again attempted to talk to their friend but he just blew them off and went to sit in his bed with the curtains drawn to work on his homework and read more of his potions books. He really was becoming quite the introvert.

As Harry read his friends, who included just about all of Gryffindor, tried to figure out a way to get their young dorm mate to open up again. They had no idea what had gotten Harry so upset and had all but forgotten the fact that his Godfather, the one person who had been like a real father to him his whole life, not including his own father whom he had never known, had just died at the hands of his own cousin who was working for Lord Voldemort.

While the Gryffindors schemed, something somewhat similar was going on down in Slytherin territory; the dungeons. Severus Snape sat in his favorite leather armchair in front of his fireplace in his private chambers with a crystal tumbler full of scotch with a bottle sitting on the table next to him. It was rare that he drank more than a glass, he usually had one before bed to take the edge off, but it wasn't uncommon for him to have a few when he was pondering something.

And he was pondering, but it wasn't a topic you could normally assume Severus Snape would be pondering about. The subject was one Harry James Potter and how much he had changed over the summer between fifth and sixth year. Many had noticed, somewhat, but there weren't many who cared to find out why or the extent of the change. Severus was one of the people who cared, even if it was only because the change was disrupting his life. Well, it was disrupting his life in the way that he was finding it increasingly difficult to continue to hate the boy now that he had become so much like Severus himself. He could see the early signs of a young man who would grow to be an angry, old, bitter man like himself. Snape was about to do anything to prevent that from happening; nobody deserved his life, except for maybe him.

So he took in all the details, longer hair, no glasses, potions obsession, better grades, even though it had only been one day the boy had improved drastically, and less time for socializing. But it seemed that the last was a choice. He snorted as the thought of Potter giving up Quidditch crossed his mind and decided that if that should happen he was definitely going to have the boy committed to St. Mungo's for a psychological rundown. Eventually he retired to bed with thoughts of Harry on his mind and drifted off to sleep as he tried to think of ways to save the boy from himself one more time.

In another part of the dungeon a blonde boy, Draco Malfoy, was contemplating all the things that had happened over the last three months. He had made a decision about his future, though he hadn't told his father yet and for good reason, he had noticed that he did quite like boys more than girls, though he had already had a good idea about that since fourth year when Pansy hanging all over him during the Yule Ball made him want to gag, and he had fallen in love with someone who he shouldn't have. Ok, he was still in denial about that one, but he noticed that he didn't hate said person anymore and only continued to be rude because a) it was expected of him, b) it would seem very odd and not to mention suspicious should he cease fire, and c) he had been playing the bastard son of Lucius Malfoy so long that he had no clue how to be anything else, though he knew the real Draco was in there somewhere.

The Draco who loved muggle literature and would give just about anything to read Shakespeare, Chaucer, Dickens, hell, even Rowling. But it was against everything his father stood for and therefore he couldn't be caught with any of those books or he would be found dead. Well, perhaps one day he could indulge. One thing that bothered him though was the way Harry was acting. And yes, he had given up thinking of him as Potter some time last year when he realized just how amazing the other was. And now they had a truce of sorts.

It was quite odd that Potter would actually acknowledge him, but he was pleasantly surprised. So, ignoring his dorm mates, he got ready for bed and climbed up, closing his curtains and falling asleep with a smile on his face as he thought of the one person he was convinced he could never have. But, as usual, he was wrong.

The next few days went as the last, with Harry walking through the halls, nose buried in a book, ignoring his friends, and paying attention in class. When the next Potions period rolled around he was practically bouncing on his feet to get there and arrived five minutes early. So he waited alone in the corridor for the other student s and his professor to arrive so class could begin. He decided to brush up a bit on some things so he pulled out his book and began to read, leaning against the wall casually and turning a page every now and then. That's how Draco found him.

He rounded the corner and stopped when he noticed Harry near the door to the classroom. It was quite odd; he had seen him many times before, in almost the same position, but he had never seen him look so appealing. The blonde wanted to walk over and talk to him, ask him about his favorite potions, see what his interests were besides the ones he already knew about, find out if he preferred boys or girls, but he didn't. He just stood there and watched the object of his affections and waited for Professor Snape to arrive.

More students crowded the corridor, both Draco and Harry ignoring them all, until Snape swooped in like an overgrown bat and opened the door, his robes flapping after him as he entered the classroom. As usual, they all followed him in and began to take their normal seats, but he had other ideas.

"I think it would be best that we move seats and work with partners. I may make this change permanent, but, then again, I may not," he smiled nastily as every student, minus two, groaned and sighed. "Now, these are your new seat assignments�"

He went on to assign each student to a partner, making sure to put a Gryffindor with a Slytherin in every pair. Hermione with Pansy, Ron with Goyle, Neville with Crabbe, Lavender with Millicent, Seamus with Blaise, and so on and so forth.

He paused momentarily as a nasty smirk crossed his face when he spoke, "Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter."

If the professor had expected either of them to protest he was in for some serious fucking disappointment. The two boys just shrugged and Harry moved his things over to Draco's desk in the back of the room. Harry may not have been devastated, but Ron and Hermione looked as if they had just been told Christmas had been cancelled.

As the whole class moved around, Snape watched them all, looking for signs of trouble and, hopefully, a spat that would cause the Golden Boy to lose his cool. But Draco and Harry just talked quietly and worked nicely as if they had been friends all along.

When Harry walked over to the desk and set his cauldron on it gently, unpacking his things slowly and carefully, Draco watched, speaking to him in an almost whisper, "So, Potter, how was your summer?"

The raven haired boy turned to him briefly and raised a brow, "Erm, it was ok, Malfoy. Yours?"

Draco smiled slightly, "Mmm, it was ok. But I can tell you this, it was very long and very boring and I thought a lot about what I want to do after I get out of here."

Harry gave him an appraising look, "Oh? And, prey tell, what would that be? Following in your father's footsteps, I presume?"

Although he was a little flustered at the implication, Draco showed no indication whatsoever, "Actually, no. I was thinking about going in the other direction. Think you can put in a good word for me?" He said as he smiled.

The Gryffindor laughed, "Sure, if you really want to join our side you should talk to Dumbledore; he'll help you out, give you protection from�people." He almost said 'your father' but he wasn't sure how Draco would have taken that statement.

"Well," the blonde said, "I could probably use some once I tell Lucius that I won't be joining him and I can almost guarantee that I won't be able to go home ever again, not even for Christmas�" He sighed, "Oh well, such is life."

Harry nodded and began to get the ingredients prepared, measuring and slicing as he and Draco talked about everything from Quidditch to Potions and the Order. They were totally oblivious to a pair of black eyes watching their every move.

Severus was astounded that the two were working so well together. He knew Draco was exceptional at Potions, he had been teaching him about them his whole life, and he was also aware that Harry had a newfound love for the art, but he didn't realize that putting the two of them together would have such a positive effect.

They worked like perfection. Their hands moved as one as they chopped, sliced, ground, powdered and mashed. The two took turns adding ingredients and stirring, moving like a symphony as their hands danced over the cauldron. It was as if they had been brewing potions together for years and had perfected the art of working together over the same cauldron. He was awestruck at the sight and just sat at his desk watching and trying to foresee what they could end up being in the future. Friends, for sure, but perhaps more.

As the days wore on, Draco and Harry became close friends. They could be seen in Hogsmeade together, in the library, in an empty classroom talking and working on homework, even in the Potions lab working on extra things for Snape. Hermione and Ron were getting increasingly worried about their friend, who wouldn't speak to them longer than to say, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry."

When Christmas came the blonde decided to stay to be with his new friend. Ron took Hermione to the Burrow, since they were finally dating, and all his friends in Slytherin had gone home to be with their families. So, the two were pretty much given the run of both Slytherin and Gryffindor for the duration of the hols.

They finished all their homework in the first day and spent most of their time in the lab with Snape replenishing the stores for the Infirmary. One Saturday they decided to go out and fly around the pitch. Harry hadn't quit the team, but he also wasn't looking forward to playing against Draco in the upcoming Gryffindor/Slytherin match. The boys decided not to practice, but just to fly and enjoy the feeling of being on a broom.

After flying in the frozen air for hours, they trooped back up to the castle, laughing and joking the whole way. Harry was shivering, being smaller than Draco and thinner, and the blonde could see he needed to warm up.

"Hmm, how about a nice hot bath, Harry? We can go to the Prefect's bathroom seeing as I know the password," he said as he smirked.

Harry just shook his head, "I suppose I can go for a hot bath. Lead on, Drake."

Draco laughed at the nickname Harry had given to him and grabbed the other boy's hand, dragging him to the prefect's bathroom and saying the password. Once they were inside Draco began to turn on taps randomly as Harry stripped behind him. When he turned back around to face his friend, his jaw dropped; Harry was naked and standing right in front of him. He had pictured this many times, before and after they became friends, but never actually thought he would see it. The raven haired boy just grinned and climbed into the tub, leaving a fully clothed, and aroused, Draco standing there watching him.

"Come on in, Drake, the water's great," He said as he groaned, his cold, tense muscles starting to relax in the hot water.

Draco gulped and nodded, stripping out of his clothes quickly and joining Harry in the giant tub. It didn't seem weird to either of them that they were both naked and in a tub together, in fact they both felt quite comfortable.

The blonde sat close to Harry on the bench in the tub, leaning his head back on the ledge and waiting for it to finish filling up with water.

"Fuck, that was great. I haven't flown like that, just for fun, in so long. And it was even better because you were there. I just can't seem to enjoy flying with Ron or the other players on the team anymore," Harry said sighing.

Draco laughed, "That's because I'm a Malfoy and nobody is better at anything than I am."

He realized as he said it that his words could be taken more than one way but chose to ignore it. Harry cracked open one eye and turned his head to the side a little to look at his friend then snorted.

"Right, of course not Drake."

The blonde sighed and moved to the other side of the enormous tub to turn off the taps. When he moved back to sit next to Harry he ended up a little closer, though not on purpose (yeah, right) and accidentally brushed his hand against Harry's upper thigh. (Now that was an accident.) Harry gasped slightly and turned to look at Draco, his brows furrowing. He couldn't decide if it was an accident, though he was sure that it was, but he was sure that he liked it.

His hand slowly moved its way over to Draco's thigh and he rested his hand on it, slowly dragging it up, closer to his growing erection. This time Draco gasped and opened his eyes wide, looking over to Harry who was watching him intently, almost asking for permission with his eyes. The blonde closed the distance between them, which wasn't much, and softly pressed his lips to Harry's, wondering if he would be pushed away. He wasn't.

Harry responded to the kiss and pulled Draco closer, groaning softly as their chests met. He opened his lips and swiped his tongue against Draco's lips, begging for entrance which he allowed. His lips parted as Harry's tongue found its way between them and began to slowly massage his tongue. Without thinking his hand made its way back to Harry's leg; this time it didn't stop on his thigh but moved further to gently stroke the other's cock.

The raven haired boy groaned into Draco's mouth and deepened the kiss, pressing his lips harder against the pale boy's. The blonde whimpered softly as his own cock was stroked a little rougher than he was stroking Harry's. Draco shifted to straddle Harry, grinding their cocks together as they continued to kiss, but it wasn't enough. He took Harry's hand and moved it behind him, gently pressing the other boy's fingers to his opening and whimpering, begging to be touched there. Harry took the hint and gently circled the opening with his finger, pressing in slightly and causing the blonde to moan softly into the kiss.

He pushed his finger in further, the soapy water easing the way, and began to move it in and out slowly. Soon another finger joined and he found the bundle of nerves that made Draco jump and grind against him harder when he pressed it. By the time the third finger was added Draco was practically fucking himself on Harry's hand.

"Fuck, more Harry. I need more. I need you inside me," he moaned.

Harry groaned and moved to nip and kiss his way down Draco's neck. The blonde lifted himself and positioned Harry's cock at his entrance, sliding down on it slowly and causing them both to suck in a sharp breath. When he was fully seated he opened his eyes and looked into the green pools of desire in front of him. The sight of an aroused Harry made him even harder than he was and he moaned.

The Gryffindor thrusted up gently, making Draco yelp, but then he began to move on Harry's cock slowly. He leaned in to kiss him as he started moving faster. They both began to get into it more and moaned loudly; glad for the fact that Draco was the only prefect staying at school for the winter hols and that there was practically no one there besides them.

Harry's head fell back against the ledge of the tub as his hands gripped Draco's hips and his eyes closed and he moaned, "Gods Draco, fuck yes. Unh, so fucking tight. Merlin Draco, ride me."

Draco moaned and sped up, his hand moving to stroke his own cock as he rode the green eyed beauty beneath him, "Harry, so good. Ahh, Gods, you feel so good inside me."

They continued to move, Draco fucking himself on Harry's cock as Harry moaned and screamed profanities. Harry's hand moved to cover Draco's on his pale cock and they both stroked him as they closed in on their climax. Harry's hand stroking him sent Draco spiraling over the edge and he cried his release as his seed spilled between them. He rose and fell on the cock inside him harder and faster as he rose out his orgasm, bringing Harry over the edge with him who also screamed his release as he emptied inside Draco.

The two of them sat in the tub kissing lazily for a little while longer then washed each other and dried off. Harry decided to stay in the Slytherin dorms with Draco that night which made the blonde happy because he wouldn't mind a repeat of what happened earlier in the prefect's bathroom.

As they lay naked in Draco's bed that night, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed him gently. His hands roamed his body as his lips traveled across his jaw, down his throat, and over his chest. He paid special attention to the pale nipples and dragged his fingertips over the milky white thighs, causing the blonde to shiver and whimper from the barely there touches. Harry slowly moved down Draco's torso, kissing, licking and nipping the whole way, until he got to the pale cock that was standing up on a bed of blonde curls. He licked it up and down and sucked the head into his mouth, drawing moans and sighs from Draco.

Harry teased him for awhile then moved back up his body, laying half on him and half on the bed with on leg draped over one of Draco's. His hard cock dug into the blonde's thigh and he rubbed against him as his hand brushed Draco's cock then moved past it, down between his legs to play with his balls for a few moments before moving past them as well. His fingers found their way back to the blonde's opening and he slid two in, moving them in and out slowly, drawing out the pleasure and torture. He wanted Draco to bed for more.

He captured Draco's lips in a searing kiss as his fingers worked his opening, pressing into the bundle of nerves every once in awhile to make the blonde moan louder. His own cock was throbbing but he wasn't going to give in just yet.

His mouth trailed kisses up Draco's neck and he licked at the shell of his ear, whispering, "Gods, you're so fucking hot Drake. I want you so bad."

Draco whimpered, "I want you too, Harry."

Harry smirked, "What do you want? You have to tell me."

The blonde gasped as the fingers inside him brushed against that spot again, "Unh, fuck, I want you. Inside me. Gods I want you, Harry."

His fingers pressed against the spot again, "Beg me, Drake. Tell me how badly you want it."

Now normally Draco would have told the person who said that to him to fuck off and that Malfoys don't beg, but this was Harry and he was most certainly going to give in, "I want you so bad it hurts, Harry. Fuck me, please. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk or sit tomorrow. Gods, I want you to do everything you ever wanted to me. Gods, just please, I need you inside me right fucking now!"

Harry smirked again and moved in between his blonde lover's legs, lifting them to Draco's chest and spreading him wide open. He lined his cock up with Draco's opening and leaned over him, the head of his cock teasing the quivering hole.

"You want this, Drake?" He whispered seductively.

"Fuck, yes, Harry in me now!"

He tried pushing himself onto Harry's cock but the position he was being held in prevented him from moving. Draco groaned in frustration and just when he was about to give up hope of ever having that glorious cock inside him once more Harry pushed into him causing him to gasp and moan.

"Gods, so good," he mumbled as Harry let go of his legs and let him wrap them around his waist as he began to move slowly in and out.

They moved slower this time, but Harry leaned over the blonde and whispered all sorts of nasty things in his ear, calling him a slut and telling him he moaned like a Knockturn Alley whore. But Draco was all for dirty talk and he knew Harry didn't mean any of the things he said in a bad way. It heightened the experience and when he finally came screaming Harry's name, he couldn't remember ever coming harder.

Afterwards they lay wrapped around each other. Harry kissed Draco's forehead and pulled him close whispering to him, "I won't hurt you, Drake. I didn't really mean all those things I said�"

Draco just smiled, "I know, but it did make it fucking hotter though, didn't it?"

Harry laughed, "Fuck, we're sick fucks, aren't we?"

They laughed for a few more minutes then fell asleep in each others arms.
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