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The truth always surfaces	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11489 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor make any profit of it. J.K. Rowling owns everything.

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Author's note: Here's the third chapter! Thanks to thrnbrooke for leaving a review!

I hope you'll enjoy this one as well. Oh yes, there's a bit action between Harry and Marc but it doesn't go far. Just a little warning

Chapter 3

"Harry? I would really like to hear your answer now." Marc chuckled.

Harry sighed and rolled his shoulders, feeling quite awkward. Right now, he had to choose between his best friend and his boyfriend. Whoever he chose, there would still be one who would be disappointed and hurt. Harry hated hurting and disappointing people, especially people he cared about.

"Well, Marc, you really surprise me with your question." He smiled nervously, trying to buy some time.

"Yeah, I know, but my parents really want to meet you and what better way than during a vacation in Greece?" Marc winked.

"Marc, I really appreciate the offer, but the thing is …" Harry sighed and bit his lip, not daring to look his boyfriend in the eyes. "I … kind of already promised Draco I would go with him to France together with my family and his mother."

Marc didn't react for a long time and Harry looked at him hesitantly.

Marc was staring at him with a blank face and Harry got more nervous with each second that passed in silence. He didn't want to anger or disappoint him, but he had promised Draco first that he would join him. Harry liked to keep his promises. Only until now, his promises hadn't made him chose between his best friend and boyfriend.

Slowly Harry reached out with his hand and touched Marc's arm. "Marc?"

Marc sighed and shifted his weight from one leg to the other, rubbing with one hand in his neck. "Well, that is really … unexpected." He breathed out slowly.

"I'm really sorry, Marc. I really would like to go on a vacation with you and your parents, but I already …"

Marc interrupted him. "Promised him, yeah, you said that already." He muttered. He couldn't help but feel annoyed at Harry's refusal. They were almost together for five months and his parents had already been asking after Harry two months ago. His mother had been ecstatic when she heard that her son had finally found someone that made him happy and his father was proud of his choice. Of course, why wouldn't he be when his son was together with the Harry Potter? It wasn't like his parents cared if Harry was famous or not – all they cared about was that their son was happy. Especially his mother had been looking forward to finally meet Harry. She would be so disappointed now.

"Are you mad at me?" Harry asked in a small voice.

Marc looked at him, but couldn't find it in him to be angry at his boyfriend. Harry was looking at him with large green eyes that were begging him to understand and he sighed again. Damn those puppy eyes; he really hated those.

He closed his arms around Harry's slender waist and pulled him against him, kissing him softly on his lips. "No, I'm not mad at you. I can live with it, don't worry." He smiled weakly.

"Maybe we can have a date before you leave?" Harry suggested, looping his arms around Marc's neck and kissing him quickly.

"I like the sound of that." Marc grinned and drew him back in a passionate kiss.

Harry responded back eagerly, pushing his body flush against the other one.

They only broke apart when they heard Sirius yelling: "Harry! Where are you? We're going out to dinner, remember?"

"Shout a bit louder, Sirius, I don't think the whole castle heard you." Harry heard Remus responding dryly.

They were close to the toilets.

"I guess we have to go back." Harry murmured reluctantly and sighed.

Marc nodded and released Harry, only grabbing his hand. "Guess so."

"You wanted to talk to me, uncle Sev?" Draco cocked his head, leaning against one of the desks in Severus' classroom. Severus was standing in front of him, looking at him with unreadable eyes.

"I wanted to know if you are still serious about getting a master in Potions." Severus explained, looking at his godson intently.

Draco nodded. "Well yes, I actually wanted to spend the rest of the holiday looking at schools in Britain and Europe." He replied, not understanding why Severus had taken him apart to ask him this. He could have asked that in the Hall.

"And lose your money to idiots that can barely brew a Felix Felicis without having to restart the process at least thrice?" Severus scoffed.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. "I would obviously look for only the best schools with the best reputation."

"Wouldn't it be in your best interest to learn it from an actual Potions Master?" Severus raised a black eyebrow.

"Well yes, I wouldn't learn it from anyone lower." Draco frowned. He had a suspicion to where this conversation was going, but it couldn't be true. That would be hoping for too much.

"Good, then I'll see you in my office on the first of September. Be sure to buy these books. I don't want to be kept waiting on the first day of your education." Severus replied brusque and handed a folded paper over to Draco, who accepted it dumbfounded.

Draco remembered to close his mouth, less he looked uncivilized, but he couldn't hide the shock on his face. Severus was actually offering to tutor him in Potions? If that was true, then he was the luckiest person on earth! Severus Snape was regarded as the best Potions Master, not only in Great-Britain, but in the whole world. To Draco's knowledge, he had never accepted private students, though there had been many to beg him for a place.

"Are you sure?" Draco couldn't help but ask. Shock was slowly replaced with giddiness and excitement took over his whole body. He was going to learn from the best Potions Master there was! And Severus had chosen him!

Severus looked at him irritated. "Of course I am sure. Do you think I would have offered you the position as my private student if I wasn't sure? Just make sure you don't mess it up, brat." He growled.

"I won't! I swear it!" Draco smiled excitedly and before he could think his actions through, he hugged his stoic cold godfather around his waist.

Severus froze when he felt the two arms hugging him, but slowly hugged back; rather awkwardly because he never hugged anyone out of free will and he saw to it that no one dared to hug him, but Draco had always been an exception.

Draco laughed nervously when he finally realized what he had done and hastily stepped back. "Thank you very much, uncle Sev." He blushed, only now realizing he had slipped into his childhood use of shortening Severus' name.

"Don't mention it." Severus muttered brusquely. "I suppose we better return to the Great Hall before your mother decides it's an opportune moment to snoop around in my office."

Draco chuckled and followed Severus out of the cold classroom. His mother could be quite curious sometimes.

Draco found his mother standing next to Sirius, who had his arm slung around Remus, laughing about something.

Looking around, he spotted Harry standing with Marc to the side, almost hidden in an alcove. Marc had his arms around Harry and was whispering something in his ear to which the dark haired boy responded with an eager smile and a heated kiss.

Draco looked away, feeling his good mood disappear at the sight of seeing his love interest kissing someone else. Even after the past couple weeks where he had seen Harry sharing kisses with Marc (though it had only been occasionally he had caught them, because Harry wasn't keen on giving a show for everyone), he still couldn't get used to it.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile on his face when he joined his mother. Severus had walked away and was now cornered by McGonagall.

Mother looked up and smiled when she saw her son standing next to her. She touched his cheek quickly, like she had done to him when he was little.

"Draco, Sirius asked if we want to join him at the dinner. What do you think?" She suggested, her ice blue eyes glittering in the candlelight.

"I would like to." Draco replied smiling.

He thought Remus looked at him sharply, but when he glanced at the man, Remus was looking at Sirius, rolling his eyes at something the man said.

Harry joined them a couple of minutes later, his cheeks flushed and his emerald green eyes sparkling.

"Isn't Marc joining?" Remus asked him.

Harry shook his head. "He said he had to visit some family before he leaves for vacation, but we're going on a date the day before he departs." He looked at his godfather. "That's okay, right?"

Sirius shrugged. "Why not? As long as you're back before midnight, I don't have any problems with it."

"Thanks, Sirius." Harry smiled. Then he turned his attention to Draco. "Are you coming with us to the dinner?"

Draco perked up, happy to have Harry's attention back at him and nodded. "Yes, your godfather invited my mother and I." He replied smiling.

"Good." Harry grinned.

It was a week after the graduation. It was four p.m. and Harry was waiting in his room for Marc to arrive. They would go take a walk in the forest next to Marc's house and then hang out in his room.

Marc would be the one Apparating them because Harry hadn't succeeded yet in Apparating. He had tried a few days ago in their backyard, but had to give up when he had started feeling dizzy and the urge to puke had risen up again.

He still had to run to the toilet every morning (and a few times throughout the day) and it was getting hard hiding that from his godfather and Remus – especially because Remus had very strong senses. He couldn't wait for the puking to end. He was getting tired of it but he didn't want to go to a Healer just because he puked every morning.

He had been afraid that Remus would hear him getting sick or smelling it, but until now he seemed to have luck on his side because the man hadn't said anything about it.

Harry just hoped he wouldn't get sick tonight. It was the last night before Marc would leave and he wanted no distractions. He would really miss his boyfriend, but it was only three weeks and then he saw him again. He would survive those three weeks – besides he had Draco to distract him.

Harry perked up when he heard the doorbell ring and shot up; nervously tugging at the red shirt he was wearing. It was tighter than he normally wore, but Sirius had taken him shopping again a few days ago and had pushed several items of clothes in Harry's arms to try on. Harry had tried to protest – especially when Sirius had started paying for everything – but his godfather had shushed him, saying that he wanted to spoil his godson, now that he still had the chance. Having understood there was no winning against a determined Black, Harry had let Sirius buy him whatever he had thrown in his arms.

So tonight, he was wearing a red short sleeved shirt with black pants and a silver belt. Even his old glasses were replaced by trendy ones with a silver frame.

He almost ran downstairs and when he reached the end of the staircase, he saw Marc waiting for him on the porch with Sirius joking with him.

"All right, I'll see you later, kiddo." Sirius grinned and ruffled the unruly black hair. "Have fun." He winked.

Harry blushed. "Later, Sirius." He smiled and grabbed Marc's hand.

As soon as they walked past the anti-apparation wards, Marc grabbed Harry's waist and Apparated them away.

They appeared in the middle of a small hill, covered with wild red flowers and daisies. They walked for more than an hour, talking about everything that came up in their mind. They stopped to have a picnic and watched the slow sun setting.

Only when the sky turned light purple, did Marc Apparate them straight to his room.

Harry looked around nervously. He had never been in Marc's bedroom, let alone his house. A large bed with soft creamy sheets was standing to the wall on Harry's left with a nightstand and a desk standing next to it. Opposite of the bed was the closet and a huge room through which the last beams of sunlight shone.

"Where are your parents?" Harry asked when his ears picked up nothing from other parts of the house.

Marc smiled. "They are visiting some friends so we have the house all to ourselves." He winked.

"That's good." Harry smiled nervously. Butterflies rose up in his stomach and he wondered why he was so nervous all of the sudden. He had been alone with Marc plenty of times before and he had always been fine then. So why was tonight different?

He startled a bit when Marc took his hand and led him to the bed. Marc sat down and pulled him right on his lap, his hands resting on Harry's hips.

"I'm going to miss you so much the next three weeks." Marc murmured and pressed his lips softly against Harry's.

"Hm, I'm going to miss you too." Harry sighed and slipped his arms around Marc's neck, kissing him back. He felt a tongue pushing against his closed lips and immediately opened his mouth, giving Marc access. Their tongues met and started to play with each other; caressing and sucking, each taking turns.

Harry moaned softly when Marc gave a particular hard suck on his tongue and kissed him harder, pushing his body closer to him, pressing their hips against the other ones.

Marc groaned approvingly and hands gripped his hips tighter, while Marc's mouth left his lips and trailed down towards his neck.

Harry panted and his eyes rolled back when Marc found his weak spot just above his collarbone and he mewled softly when the other bit him, immediately soothing the bite with his tongue.

Harry didn't register the fact that Marc had switched positions until his back touched the cool soft sheets and he shivered lightly when the coolness hit the heated skin on his back where his shirt had risen up a bit.

He squirmed a bit when a too warm hand suddenly caressed his stomach and he opened his mouth to protest when that hand sneaked up and began to tweak his nipples, making him groan instead.

"God, Marc." Harry sighed and Marc smirked before claiming Harry's lips again. Feeling bold, Harry let one of his hands slip underneath Marc's dark T-shirt and caressed the abs he found, marveling at how soft Marc's skin was.

Marc showed his appreciation by pushing his hips down insistently, making Harry's hips move in reflex.

Feeling quite hot and bothered, Harry couldn't help but sigh in relief when his shirt was taken off so that his skin could cool off. A tremor went through his body when Marc's naked chest touched his own and he panted harder, sucking on Marc's lower lip.

Marc hummed and distracting his dark haired boyfriend with his tongue, he slowly slid his hands lower and lower until they reached the silver belt that kept him away from his price. Getting more excited when he felt Harry's response to his actions, he went to open the belt.

However, two quick hands stopped him and held his wrists, pulling them away from the belt.

He pulled back and panted, looking at Harry confused.

Harry was panting too – his cheeks were flushed, his hair in disarray and his eyes were sparkling like mad. He was obviously very excited so why had he stopped him? What was the problem?

"Harry, why …" He started confused, his brain still clouded with lust.

Harry shook his head and sat up, leaning against the headboard. "Not now, Marc." He replied breathlessly. From the moment he had felt Marc's hands on his belt, he had frozen up. He may be a virgin, but that didn't mean he didn't have a clue as to what Marc had been planning to do. And as much as Harry wanted him, he wasn't ready to have sex with Marc yet. It didn't feel right to do it on the night they were getting separated for a while.

"Why not now? Now is perfect; my parents aren't home, your godfather expects you home by midnight – we have plenty of time." Marc tried to convince Harry. He couldn't help but want Harry in every aspect he could think of. He had been content with just hugging, kissing and the occasional touching, but he wanted more now – much more. He had thought Harry wouldn't object to that. After all they were almost five months together.

It also didn't help that Harry had dressed himself extra nicely tonight. Marc had never seen him in such tight fitting clothes – what else was he supposed to think when his boyfriend showed up like that, all sexy and hot?

Harry looked away, blushing. Not from want, but from embarrassment now. The flirty hot mood between them had disappeared and was replaced by something heavy.

"I'm not ready." He replied sighing.

He tensed when he felt warm hands touching his sides, caressing his skin.

"Are you sure? Maybe I can convince you?" Marc whispered and started sucking on a spot below Harry's ear, but was pushed away again.

"No, Marc, you're not going to convince me." Harry replied annoyed. "I don't want to go further."

Marc leaned back, huffing. "Then why did you dress up like that?" He waved his hands at Harry's discarded shirt and black pants. "And why did you let me go that far then when you would just stop me when things started to get really good?"

Harry stared at him in disbelief. "I just put on a shirt and pants! I didn't dress up in a special way and especially not because I wanted sex! And yes, I liked what we were doing, but that doesn't automatically mean that I'm ready for more!"

"Ah come on, Harry. You would enjoy it, I'll make you feel so good." Marc tried again and reached out with his hand.

Harry slapped him away harshly and jumped off the bed, snatching his shirt of the floor and pulling it on. Anger flared up in his chest. How many times did he have to say no before it finally got through that he wasn't ready for more? He didn't want to have sex with Marc and he would really appreciate it if Marc would just accept that. Why was he being so pushy tonight?

"No! I said no, Marc!" He hissed, his green eyes flaring up in anger.

Marc stood up too, annoyance shining through on his face. "Don't be such a girl, Harry. It's only sex. We're boys for Merlin's sake! Why are you acting like such a prude?"

Harry felt as if he had been slapped in his face. He was acting like a girl? He was a prude? It was only sex?

"What did you say?" He hissed furiously.

Only then did Marc realize how stupid he had been. "Please, Harry, I didn't mean that, you know that." He pleaded and wanted to hug him but was pushed away again – this time harder.

"Just because I won't open my legs for you, I'm a girl and a prude? God, you're such an asshole!" Harry growled. "I can't believe I didn't see this sooner."

He turned around and walked away.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Marc asked worried and hurried after him.

Harry whirled around, his whole body trembling in fury. He was hurt by Marc's reaction; why was sex that important to him? He had never said anything about it before. "I'm going home!"

"Then come here so that I can Apparate you home." Marc pleaded.

"Fuck no! I'm going to ask Sirius to pick me up."

"I'm really sorry, Harry, can't we start over again? I'll promise I'll behave." Marc said hopefully.

"Do you honestly think I'm still in the mood to stay here?" Harry asked sharply. "Enjoy your holiday, Marc."

He immediately turned around and raced downstairs, hoping he would find a door leading outside soon. Lady Luck was with him because when he crossed the hallway he reached a door and when he twisted the knob, he arrived at the porch. Not giving Marc a chance to catch up with him, he ran out of the street, searching through his pockets for the mobile phone that Sirius had gotten him as soon as he had learned about the device.

He pushed the buttons harshly and leaned against a tree, waiting for the dial tone to end and for someone to pick up.

"Hello, Harry?" Remus answered surprised.

"Remus, can you come get me?" Harry asked in a small voice. He hated depending on Remus for help but he really wanted to get away from here now.

"Did something happen, cub?" Remus asked immediately concerned.

Harry swallowed with difficulty. "I just had a fight with Marc. I just want to go home."

"Okay, I'm going to get you. Where are you now?"

Looking around, Harry spotted the name of the street and gave Remus the address.

Ten seconds later the man was standing a few feet away from him.

Remus took one look at Harry's pale face and immediately hugged him. "Let's go home. You can tell me everything there."

AN2: So, what did you think of it? Please leave your thoughts behind in a review!

Love and cuddles

Melissa
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