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So Far Away
By: Gwen
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: AU/Slash/Drama/Angst/Romance
Betas: Tracy & Dorothy
Feedback: Much appreciated
Disclaimer: The "boys" belong to JKR. I just borrow them on occasion. No money is being made from this little adventure.

Summary: Interesting things can happen when you're away from everyone and everything you know.

Chapter 30 � Visiting Friends

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Harry�s eyes slowly opened the next morning and he experienced a moment of panic when his surroundings weren�t easily identified. Heavy, forest green velvet drapes covered two enormous, floor-to-ceiling windows that flanked a large fireplace; the fire within stoked just enough to chase away the early morning chill. Two massive wardrobes stood like quiet sentinels, guarding the plush room Harry found himself in. It was only when his bed-partner stirred, a pale arm draping across his waist, pulling him back and holding him tightly against a warm chest, that he finally allowed himself to relax. He was in Draco�s arms � in Draco�s bed � at Malfoy Manor.

"Happy Christmas, love," Draco whispered against the back of Harry�s neck, his breath drifting over the sleep-warmed skin.

The brunette grinned and scooted closer to the warmth behind him, his bottom pressed intimately against Draco�s groin. He smiled at the gift that awaited him there.

"Up already, my dragon?" Harry teased.

Draco lightly nipped at a bronze shoulder. "You could say that," he answered as he flexed his hips, his hardness sliding between the firm mounds.

"I could say a lot of things," Harry said as he stretched his lithe frame out, hands reaching up and grasping the headboard, back arching, his bum cradling Draco�s awakened flesh, his long legs flexing.

"Like what?" the blonde asked as his left hand trailed down a sculpted chest, his fingers teasing Harry�s navel.

"Like how about unwrapping your first gift of the day?" Harry suggested.

Draco chuckled. "Didn�t realize you had anything here for me to unwrap."

Harry�s left hand reached up and behind him, tan fingers threading through white-blonde locks. "I seem to remember a conversation about you unwrapping me, even if it were just a sheet."

The Slytherin smirked. "And what if I don�t want that particular gift?"

"How about � if you don�t unwrap this gift first, you forego the rest," Harry said as his fingers played against Draco�s scalp. "To put it simply � make love to me again and you�ll get your booty."

"If I make love to you, I�ll get YOUR booty," Draco teased.

"In case you�ve forgotten, last night you claimed me as your own which means that it�s YOURS," Harry said as Draco�s talented fingers danced lower, grasping the column of flesh he found. "Merlin, Draco," Harry breathed as his lover gave a gentle tug.

"Last night isn�t something I�m liable to forget � ever," the blonde whispered against Harry�s neck, his tongue leaving a trail of dampness up to just behind his boyfriend�s ear.

"For fucks sake, stop teasing me and just take me already!" Harry exclaimed as he rolled fully onto his stomach, Draco�s body following and covering his.

"Not too sore after last night � and again earlier this morning?" Draco asked as he moved to a kneeling position between Harry�s legs, the forest green duvet and silk sheet sliding down his back, pooling on the bed around his feet. He then pulled Harry�s supine body up with him so that he was on hands and knees. "Accio Lube," he murmured and quickly uncorked the azure bottle that had been Summoned from the bedside table, drizzling oil down the cleft of Harry�s arse.

Harry shook his inky-black hair. "Not as much as I thought I would be, considering how long it�s been since I�ve bottomed. Gods that tickles," he said as he squirmed a bit when the oil trickled its way downward. Draco�s fingers positioned at Harry�s entrance caught the excess before it dripped onto the silver sheets. He ran two fingers between Harry�s buttocks, teasing the sensitive skin, slowly sliding one long digit inside.

"Mmmmm," Harry said as his head dropped, his arms locked to keep himself from collapsing.

"Like that?" Draco asked as he slid the finger in and out several times before adding another.

Harry relaxed his body and the second digit slid inside him but when Draco curled them just so, he tensed. "I would suggest you don�t do that again unless you want this over within the next few minutes."

"Oh no, we can�t have that," Draco stated as he carefully stretched his lover, his fingers scissoring, his wrist rotating first left, then right. After a few moments of this, he quickly slicked his member with the warm oil and then positioned the blunt head against Harry�s entrance. "Ready?" he asked.

Harry was more than ready. Before Draco realized it, Harry had pushed back and impaled himself on the Slytherin�s shaft, earning a gasp from his lover. Draco�s hands gripped Harry�s hips, his fingers digging into the tender flesh, holding his lover still lest he decide to start moving before he was ready for it. Harry looked over his shoulder to find Draco�s eyes wide, staring at the point where their bodies were joined.

"Happy Christmas, Draco," Harry said before rolling his hips, his sheath gripping Draco�s cock.

"Merlin, Harry!" Draco exclaimed when he finally found his voice again. He would never get used to the amount of heat that surrounded his cock, especially when handled that particular way. At least he had a chance when he slowly inched his way into Harry�s body, like he had done last night. But this � this sudden, overwhelming heat surrounding him all at once was almost more than he could take. Silver eyes flared. "You really need to work on keeping your reckless impulses to a minimum," Draco said as he leaned forward and kissed Harry�s back.

"Maybe I could make that one of my New Year's resolutions," Harry teased as he tried to move forward, only to be held in place by Draco�s strong grip.

"And just how long do you think that resolution would last?" he asked as he held his lover still, reveling in the fact that Harry was finally his.

Harry laughed. "Probably as long as it takes you to make me come," he said as he tightened his internal muscles, squeezing Draco�s cock.

"Ohhh gods, Harry," Draco groaned as he fought the urge to move. "Stop doing that."

Harry pushed back against his lover. "I will if you�ll just shut the hell up and fuck me already," he said as he started to physically move his entire body, back and forth, taking the other man with him.

Against Draco�s better judgment, he gave in to Harry�s demand. "What�s that? You want me to fuck you?" he asked as he released his hold on Harry�s hips. "How about I sit here and you fuck yourself on me since you were so keen on it earlier?"

Harry slammed himself back on Draco�s cock. "Fine by me," he said before rocking his body back and forth, the ring of muscle caressing his lover�s pale column of flesh as he moved this way for several minutes. That was all Draco could take before he started moving in counter-point to Harry.

"Having . Fun . My . Lion?" Draco asked, punctuating each word with a vicious thrust.

"Yesssssssss," he hissed before falling to his elbows, allowing Draco to do as he pleased.

But Draco had other things in mind. Before Harry knew what was happening, Draco had pulled out and flipped the brunette over so that he was now lying on his back.

"Much better," Draco said as he grabbed Harry�s hips and pulled them onto his own thighs. With one thrust, he was buried in his lover again. "There�s a time for what you wanted, but this is not the time," he said as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Harry�s lips. "I want you like this," Draco said as he slowly moved within the snug passage, "where I can see you, watch the expressions on your face as I drive you to the edge and hold you there until I say you can come."

"You�re a sadistic bastard, you know that?" Harry said with a smile, his hands reaching up to cradle Draco�s face. "But even that doesn�t stop me from loving you," he said as he claimed his lover�s lips.

Their bodies moved together in an age-old rhythm, giving and receiving the pleasure they both craved. Harry�s cock slid between their stomachs, clear fluid leaking copiously from the slit, but he would not give in yet. As much as he wanted to feel his lover�s completion, he would hold off as long as he could. He loved having Draco inside him, finally; loved the way he felt complete when they were together like this. Harry knew he was right in waiting, although there had been a few times before last night he wanted to give in. Now, looking back, he was glad he hadn�t. Their time together here meant more to him now than he could have ever imagined.

"Love you, Harry," Draco whispered against his lips. "Ready to fall?" he asked as he lengthened his strokes, his thrusts becoming a bit more intense.

"Already have, love," Harry replied as he took himself in hand and stroked his flesh in time with Draco�s movements.

It was Draco who fell first into the chasm, calling Harry�s name as he did so. And then Harry let go, falling with his lover, moaning as his release washed over him. They lay together in a tangle of limbs for several minutes, racing hearts and panting breaths slowly returning to a normal pace. Draco lifted himself off of Harry, quickly cleaned them, and then pulled Harry into his embrace.

"Happy Christmas, Harry," he whispered against the mess of black hair that was tucked under his chin.

"Happy Christmas, Draco," Harry said before he yawned. "What time is it?" he asked.

Draco looked over at the clock on the nightstand. "Twenty past ten."

"You�re kidding. I�ve never slept this late before," Harry commented as he snuggled into Draco�s warmth.

"Doesn�t look like you�re planning to get up anytime soon either," his lover commented as he Summoned the covers from the end of the bed. "Don�t forget you have to go see the Weasel and Granger today."

Harry shook his head. "I�m not going anywhere. I�m staying right here, with you, all day."

"As much as I�d love that, you know you have to go. They�ll be in a right state if you don�t show up. After all, wasn�t it YOU who said that you weren�t going to be the one who broke the tradition of spending the holiday together?" Draco pointed out.

"That was before last night," Harry said against the curve of Draco�s neck. "Before � you know."

Draco smiled at that. "You mean before I made love to you. You�re not going all Hufflepuff on me, are you? Just earlier you were screaming at me to fuck you, and now you can�t even say it," he teased.

"Yes I can," Harry stated as he raised himself up on one elbow so that he was now looking down at Draco. "I love it when you make love to me, when you�re inside me, when you become a part of me," he declared as his finger trailed over his lover�s face. "I love the fact that you love me," he said before leaning down and capturing Draco�s lips with his own.

Pale fingers twined through the shock of dark hair and gently held Harry where he was, their lips parting ever-so-often to take in much needed oxygen. Draco finally pulled back and placed one last kiss on Harry�s lips.

"Nothing would please me more if we stayed right here for the entire holiday, but we both know there are things that have to be done, especially today. Let�s go downstairs, have a bite of breakfast and see what the little fat man brought us," he said as he brushed the disarrayed hair away from Harry�s face, his finger lingering on the fading scar. "I�m the first, eh?" he asked as he traced the zigzag pattern.

Harry nodded. "You�re the first. Can�t have just ANYone touching The Boy Who Lived�s scar, can we?" he teased.

"The Boy Who Lived? More like The Boy Who Screams Just Fuck Me Already Draco!" the blonde corrected.

The brunette laughed. "That would be interesting to see, you fucking yourself," he said. "Oh Merlin! I wonder if we can find a duplicating spell in that library of yours downstairs that would work on a person. I�d love to have two Draco�s all over me. A Harry sandwich sounds good for dinner."

"Oh no you don�t," Draco said as he pulled away from Harry. "I�d duplicate YOU first. After all, it�s my library which means my spells."

The boys looked at each other and burst out laughing. "We�re sick, you know that?" Harry asked.

"Not sick, Harry, just very ingenious. We could duplicate each other and watch our doubles. Now THAT would be hot," Draco admitted. "And if we can�t find a spell like that, I�ll just cover the room in mirrors later," he teased as he slid from the bed, tugging Harry with him so they could dress.

"No mirrors, Draco. You�re vain enough as it is," Harry teased as he pulled a pair of cotton sleep pants from the wardrobe and slid into them. "You�d be paying attention to the doubles instead of the real thing."

Draco paused in his dressing and looked up at Harry. "I seem to remember another time we were in front of a mirror and I was instructed to watch the mirrored us. Remember that, Harry?"

Harry groaned. "As if I could ever forget that night, just like last night will never be forgotten either," he said as he pulled a t-shirt over his head. "Come on, Draco. If we don�t get out of this room now, I won�t be held responsible for what happens to you," he said as he grabbed Draco�s hand and led him from the bedroom.

Just as yesterday, each room and hallway they entered earned Harry a kiss, but this time Draco�s answer was different when questioned.

"You�ll find out when the time is right," he cryptically stated and led his lover into the massive dining room to find a tray of sweets waiting for them.

Harry took a seat next to Draco. "Yesterday the reason was that we�d get the kiss out of the way before we shagged in each room. Today you pull an Albus Dumbledore on me � you�ll know when the time is right," he grumbled. "Could you be any more annoying?" he asked as he tore into a cherry tart.

"As a matter of fact, I can. But I�m saving it for later," Draco said with a grin before biting into a croissant.

"Maybe I�ll just stay at The Burrow then," Harry teased.

"Maybe I�ll just close the floo after you leave so you can�t get back," Draco countered.

"You wouldn�t," Harry hedged.

Draco smirked. "Try me."

"Been there and done that already. Got a t-shirt as a matter of fact," the brunette teased.

Draco sat back in his chair, his silver eyes flashing. "And what does said t-shirt say?"

"Draco Malfoy is my bitch," he crowed.

"Funny, but I have a matching one that says Harry Potter is my bitch," the blonde countered.

They both laughed. "Maybe we need to wear those when we go back to Hogwarts," Harry suggested.

"Would cause quite a stir, wouldn�t you say?" Draco queried.

"Madam Pomfrey would have an entire hospital wing full of students who fainted at the sight of us together, like that," Harry predicted. "Thank Merlin we know plenty of blocking maneuvers because I�m sure those who were left would be hexing the both of us."

Draco nodded. "Yes, like your loyal Gryffindor roommates."

"No more than your Slytherin groupies."

"This is true," Draco admitted. "They�d love to finally get a piece of you."

Harry shook his head. "You�re the only one who gets a piece of me now. Nobody else."

"And the same goes for me," Draco said before taking another bite.

* * * * *

An hour later found them ensconced in the study, surrounded by mounds of wrapping paper, while two unopened gifts remained under the tree.

"Last one," Draco said as he handed the small box to Harry.

True to form, Harry ripped into the paper as if it were the first gift of the day and not the last. Draco had laughed at his lover�s enthusiasm when it came to his unwrapping technique. Well, not a technique, per say, more like a total destruction of Draco�s perfected wrapping skills.

When Harry had told him early on in their relationship about spending Christmas with the Dursley�s, Draco promised himself that he would more than make up for their shortcomings. And he had, several times over. Harry had opened more gifts this one Christmas than all of his holidays combined. By the time he got to this last gift, Harry practically had a new wardrobe. Several pairs of trousers, various shirts and a multitude of boxers and sleep pants were piled on the arm of the leather couch, each item being wrapped separately, giving Harry plenty to unwrap.

And Draco had saved the best for last.

Harry lifted the lid of the box to find a leather bracelet adorned with a golden lion nestled in green tissue paper. He slowly removed it from its resting place and held it lovingly.

"It�s beautiful," Harry said as he traced the outline of his house symbol. "Where did you find this?"

"I had it made while I was in California with Allen. Turn it over," Draco suggested and sat nervously as his lover did so.

Tooled into the leather was "HP/DM 1997".

Emerald eyes slid to his lover�s silver ones. "Perfect," he said before leaning forward and giving Draco a quick kiss. "Thank you."

"You�re welcome," he said as he took the bracelet and wrapped it around Harry�s left wrist, snapping it in place. When he did this, a faint shock of energy traveled up Harry�s arm.

"What just happened?" he asked, hoping that it was nothing bad.

"I added a protection spell to it to let me know if you were ever in danger," he admitted. "Just to be on the safe side. I know that there�s no evil Overlord lurking out there, but still. It makes me feel better knowing we�re connected this way," he said as he ran his thumb over the magical lion who stretched his length out along the band, enjoying the caress.

Harry pulled away and grabbed Draco�s gift. "Great minds think alike then," he said as he handed his lover a box similar to the one he had just opened.

Draco quickly unwrapped the present and held up a sterling silver bracelet.

"Harry, it�s perfect," Draco said as he inspected the craftsmanship of his gift. Each tiny oval was a replicated snake consuming its own tail. "An Ouroboros. Where did you find this?" he asked.

"New Orleans has more magical shops than Diagon Alley, if you can believe that. The store that I bought it from said that the snake consuming its own tail symbolizes the concept of completion and totality. I chose it because I think we�ve come full circle in our relationship. We started out as enemies six years ago and look at where we are now," Harry stated as he took the bracelet from the blonde and wrapped it around the slender wrist. Draco laughed as Harry�s magic worked its way up his arm.

"That was more than just a protection spell, Harry. What else did you add?" the blonde asked.

"A locator spell. So I�ll know where you are," he admitted.

Draco laughed. "So my brave Gryffindor can rescue me from the clutches of the evil Overlord," he teased.

"More like so I can find you and shag you senseless. Don�t want to waste precious minutes by having to track you down," Harry concluded.

"Either way, I love it," Draco said before leaning over and giving Harry a kiss. "And I love you. Thank you for all of the gifts."

"You�re welcome. And thank you for all of my gifts, although you did go a bit overboard with it all," Harry concluded.

"Nonsense," Draco said as he pulled Harry closer to him, his long arms wrapping around his lover. "What�s the use in having tons of money if you�re not going to spend it?"

Harry relaxed back against Draco�s chest. "Good point. But did you really have to buy me fourteen pairs of boxers?"

"Look at it this way � you won�t have to worry about running out for two weeks if the house-elves ever go on strike," Draco teased.

"I could always wear yours," Harry suggested. "You�ve got more than enough for the two of us."

Draco pressed a kiss to Harry�s neck. "Or you could just go without."

Harry tilted his head away from Draco, giving him better access. Chills slithered down his spine as he felt teeth grazing the tender flesh. "You�d like that, wouldn�t you?"

"Less to remove, that�s for sure. Merlin, why DID I buy you those?" he teased.

"I�m still trying to figure that out," Harry teased as he felt Draco�s lips closing over his skin, sucking lightly. "Draco, please don�t leave any marks on me. I�m not supposed to have seen my boyfriend since school let out six days ago. How would I explain a fresh mark?"

Draco immediately let go. "Oh, yeah. Right. Hadn�t thought about that," he said before placing a kiss to the lightly discolored patch of skin. "But I know a few other places that your friends have no right seeing. May I?" he asked.

Harry laughed. "I�d love for you to, but you know if I allowed you anywhere near my bits you wouldn�t stop there."

Draco sighed. "You�re right. One thing would lead to another and you�d never get out of here in time to see your cohorts. I�ll save the marking for when you get back."

"You�re crazy, you know that?" Harry asked.

"I must be to be involved with you," the blonde admitted.

Harry playfully elbowed his boyfriend in the ribs. "Ow," Draco whined as he slumped against Harry�s back. "Help someone! My boyfriend is abusing me!" he teased.

The brunette chuckled. "Crazy, I tell you."

"Only for you, Harry," Draco admitted. "Now, what do you say we take our stash upstairs and get you ready for your visit. The sooner you get that over and done with, the sooner you can get back here and get naked, or semi-naked again," he said as he released Harry and started to gather his gifts, which consisted of more clothes to add to his already enormous wardrobe.

Actually, Draco was quite pleased with Harry�s selections for him. At first he was a bit leery of what might have been contained within the clothing boxes, but once he saw the quality and styles of the shirts and pants, he relaxed. Either Harry really did know what he was doing or the salesman made a fortune off of his boyfriend. Draco suspected the latter. Regardless of the way Harry procured the items, he loved each and every one that Harry had given him, especially the silver bracelet resting against his skin. That one meant more to him than anything. No, that wasn�t quite right, he corrected himself. The two gifts that Harry had given him last night, THOSE were the ones that meant the world to Draco. Harry giving himself to Draco, body and soul, was more than he ever expected. Wished for, definitely. Expected, no. He wanted Harry to do so willingly, and his patience had paid off.

Harry wasn�t the only one who would look back on this particular Christmas with fond memories.

* * * * *

"Two hours, Harry. If you�re not back before then, I�m coming to get you," Draco said as he held his lover�s leather jacket so that Harry could slide it on. They were standing in the entryhall of Malfoy Manor a few minutes before the brunette was to port-key to The Burrow.

"And how am I supposed to explain Draco Malfoy appearing at the Weasley�s out of the blue, hmm?" he asked.

Draco chuckled. "Just make sure you�re back here and you won�t have to worry about that."

"Yes, dear," Harry teased before drawing Draco to him, his arms winding around the body he held. "I�ll be back before you know it. Have plenty to do while I�m gone?" he asked.

"As a matter of fact I do. I have Christmas dinner preparations to supervise. Have any particular favorites you�d like to have?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head. "Nah. Just surprise me. I�m sure I�ll enjoy everything you have planned."

The blonde nodded. "Will do," he said before leaning in and capturing Harry�s lips. "Now get going. Can�t keep your adoring fans waiting," he teased before stepping away from Harry.

"I�ll see you in two hours," Harry said as he held the charmed fountain pen in his hand. "Love you."

"Love you too. Now go before I decide to keep you here," he said with a grin.

Harry smiled and whispered the incantation that would transport him to his best friend�s house and a few seconds later he was standing outside The Burrow. Before he could even raise his hand to knock, the door was flung open and he found himself in a bear hug from Ron, Harry�s own arms wrapping around his best friend automatically.

"Was wondering when you were going to get here," the redhead Gryffindor said. "Thought you might be here earlier, but that�s okay. You�re here now."

"HARRY!" shouted Hermione from inside the house. She quickly ran to the boys and wiggled her way into the hug. "We�ve missed you!"

"I�ve missed the both of you too," Harry admitted as he tightened his hold on his friends. He didn�t realize just how much he missed them until this moment. And hot on the heels of that thought was that he wasn�t going to keep Draco a secret. They were his best friends, for Merlin�s sake, and did not deserve to be kept in the dark. Of course they would rail at him for becoming involved with Malfoy, but it was Draco who had stolen his heart, not Malfoy. He couldn�t help whom he had fallen in love with no more than he could control the weather. Harry would tell them and be done with it. He was fairly certain that Draco would not be pleased with his impulsive decision to �out� them to his friends, but then again, his lover knew all about his impulsive tendencies. Harry was sure that groveling at Draco�s feet would be in the plans for later, but he would deal with it when the time comes.

"Come on in, Harry. Mum�s been worried sick that you�ve not been eating properly since you�ve been gone. She�s in the kitchen cooking up a storm. Said she was going to fatten you up before you went back," Ron said as the three of them separated and entered the house.

More shouts of welcome and hellos rang throughout the small home of the family that Harry had become part of. After being passed between each family member, Charlie being the only one who didn�t make it to The Burrow for Christmas, he was ushered into the kitchen where he found Molly Weasley bustling around the small room, checking on different pots that were cooking on the magical cook-stove.

"Harry James Potter!" she exclaimed as he wrapped her arms around him. "I hope you�ve brought your appetite because I�ve more food here than even my boys can finish off," Molly said before releasing him, holding him at arms length, giving him an appraising look. "You look better than I figured, Harry. America must be agreeing with you. Or it could be because there�s a certain someone in your life right now?"

Harry paled. His relationship was not something he wanted to discuss with the woman whom he had come to think of as his surrogate mother, regardless of his sexual preference.

"No worries, Harry. Ron and Hermione let the cat out of the bag when we were discussing the holidays. It doesn�t matter who it is as long as you�re happy and being treated with respect."

"I am, Mrs. Weasley. He�s a perfect gentleman," Harry assured her. A stab of longing lanced through Harry�s body as he thought about Draco.

"That�s good. Can�t have anyone hurting one of my children, can we?" she commented before turning back to check on her boiling pots. "We decided to have a late lunch in your honor and it should be ready in a few minutes, so why don�t you take yourself back into the sitting room. I�m sure everyone has tons of questions for you."

"Of that I have no doubt. But I won�t answer a single one until we all sit down together and eat. We�re a family, right?" Harry asked.

"Too right Harry. Too right," Molly answered over her shoulder before he left the confines of the kitchen and went off to find everyone.

During the typical Weasley feast where chaos reigned supreme, Harry answered every question that was asked about his time spent in America, what the school was like, and what Americans were like. Ron and Hermione were especially interested in the changes in the education system there, both of them promising to talk to Dumbledore about the dissolution of the house system as well as a few other things that Hamilton had incorporated into their curriculum.

The conversation continued through the clearing of the table and finally dwindled down as everyone moved into the sitting room where everyone�s gifts were handed out. True to form, Harry had received another hand-knitted sweater from Molly in the standard Gryffindor house colors while Ron and Hermione had pooled their funds and given him a book about America, complete with an atlas.

"Wow guys, thanks," Harry said as he thumbed through the book.

"Now you�ll have something to remember your trip to America with," Hermione stated as she linked her arm with Harry�s. "Well, something else since you managed to snag yourself a boyfriend there. You�ve been very secretive in your letters and we�ve held off badgering you about him, but now that you�re here, we want to know all."

"No, Mione, we don�t want to know ALL," Ron admitted. "I really don�t want to hear all the intimate details of what they get up to."

Hermione smacked Ron on the arm. "Not that, Ron. I want to know all of the other stuff, like his name to begin with," she said as she turned back to Harry. "So? Spill!"

Harry looked around the still packed room and knew that what he was about to divulge would be better said somewhere away from everyone.

"Can we take a walk or something?" he asked.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and realized that something was wrong. "Oh Harry, you two didn�t have a falling out or anything, did you?" Hermione asked, her eyes filled with worry.

"No, nothing like that. Things are great between us. I just want to tell the two of you first, before telling everyone else is all," Harry admitted.

Hermione eyed him suspiciously, knowing there was more to this than what Harry was saying but she wouldn�t push him. He�d tell them when he felt ready.

After grabbing their coats, hats and scarves, the trio left by way of the kitchen and went out back. Harry enjoyed the silence as they walked away from the house and mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do. He briefly wondered if today would be the end of their friendship. He certainly hoped not, but he couldn�t be for sure. They had come to the back of the Weasley�s property and after brushing snow off of a fallen log, the three sat down.

"Merlin, where to start," Harry said.

"How about at the beginning," Hermione offered. "Where and when did you two meet?"

"Actually it was our first day there that I met him. We were out wandering around the grounds and he just sort of showed up. He�s a pureblood wizard and is bloody good at everything he does. We have a couple of classes together which gave us a perfect chance to get to know each other and we just sort of hit it off. He�s not intimidated by Harry Potter The Hero like a lot of students are. He sees me for who I really am � just another teenager who has no clue what in Merlin�s name he�s doing, other than wanting to have a good time," Harry said.

"His favorite subject is Potions and he also plays Quidditch. Quite good at that too. Gives me a good run when our teams play each other. He�s kind and caring and bloody gorgeous to boot. He has blonde hair and pale blue eyes, and a body that drives me absolutely crazy. Oh, he�s an excellent kisser too, among other things," he said, earning a nudge from Ron.

"Told you I don�t want to hear about that," his friend teased. "Seriously, I�m happy that you�ve found someone, Harry. I really am. But I have to tell you that you had me scared for a minute there. At one point I could have sworn you were describing Malfoy. That is, until you got to the part about being kind and caring because we all know that those two words were never taught to the prat."

Harry waited a few moments and then chanced a look at Hermione. From the look on her face, he knew she had figured it out.

"Ron, do you have your wand on you?" Harry asked.

A confused Ron shook his head. "No. I left it at the house. It�s up in my room. Why?"

Harry threw a leg over the log and stood up, moving to lean against another tree a few feet away, effectively putting a bit more space between them.

"Because I don�t want to be hexed for what I�m about to tell you," Harry admitted.

"So it�s true then," Hermione surmised.

Harry nodded.

Ron turned to look at his girlfriend. "What�s true?"

Harry and Hermione continued to stare at each other.

When his question wasn�t answered, Ron asked again. "What�s true? What are you talking about?"

Emerald eyes landed on Ron. "My boyfriend, Ron. That�s who we�re talking about."

"Okay, so who is he?" the confused Gryffindor asked.

Harry took a deep breath and looked at his two best friends. "Draco Malfoy," Harry stated.

Ron quickly stood. "MALFOY! You have got to be joking! What in the bloody hell are you doing with MALFOY, of all people? Did he put you under a spell or something? Did he slip you a potion when you weren�t looking?" he shouted.

Hermione�s eyes never left Harry during Ron�s tirade and was surprised that he remained calm through it all. Of all people for her best friend to become involved with, Draco Malfoy never entered into her mind. They had been enemies since day one and hated each other with a passion. She hated the blonde Slytherin and everything he stood for, as did Ron, but there had to be something else to him if Harry had become involved with him. She wondered what happened to change things.

"Hermione, Hermione! Weren�t you even listening?" Ron was shouting, albeit not as violently as before.

The witch was still watching Harry. "Would you please explain exactly how all of this happened? When you left here in September you two were at each other�s throats. Now, four months later, you two are together."

"I don�t want to hear!" Ron shouted.

"Ronald Weasley! Sit down and shut up! I want to hear Harry�s explanation and he can�t do that if you keep going off on him!" the witch admonished.

Reluctantly, Ron did as his girlfriend asked and took a seat behind her, away from Harry lest he get a sudden urge to pound his best friend into the ground.

"Harry? Please come sit down," she offered. "Ron," she said over her shoulder. "Don�t you move, don�t you dare say a word. Do you hear me?"

"But," Ron started.

"NO!" Hermione shouted. "You�ve had your say and now it�s Harry�s turn."

Harry looked at his two best friends and started the story of Harry and Draco. "First of all, I want you two to understand up front that no matter what you say or do, I will not give him up. I don�t want to lose my two best friends, but if you can�t handle my involvement with Draco, I�ll leave right now."

"Draco?" Ron shouted from behind his girlfriend. "Since when did he become Draco?"

"RON!" Hermione yelled and then turned back to Harry. "As much as I can�t stand the arrogant little git, I want to know exactly how he managed to make you forget the last six years."

Harry breathed a small sigh of relief. It wasn�t acceptance of the situation, by any means, but at least they didn�t tell him to sod off. So he told them everything, starting with Dumbledore�s speech the night before they left, about how the old wizard had gotten them to declare a truce while in America, saying that it was time to put aside their differences and become the young men he knew was deep inside each of them. By taking them away from everything and everyone they knew they could start over. Of course, they both thought the old man was spouting nonsense, but Draco had surprised Harry on that first day by telling Allen and Chad about their past and how he was ready to let it go. Harry realized then that he was seeing Draco for the first time. Not that he trusted him, by any means, but it was nice to learn who the person behind the mask really was.

Because they were suitemates, they were constantly around each other, never mind the fact that they ended up with several classes together. It was then Harry realized that Draco wasn�t as bad as he originally thought. In the beginning they still had their difference of opinions, but they never let them escalate to anything other than a loud discussion that usually ended only when one of their roommates couldn�t stand the yelling any longer. Of course, Draco being who he is, always had to get in the last word, which made Harry laugh, and that took the wind out of Draco�s sails.

And then Harry told them about the night that everything changed, about how, when Draco was sitting in his lap, he saw something in the Slytherin that he had never seen before, had never even thought about before. It scared the hell out of Harry, and Draco as well. After the realization that things were moving beyond the friendship that Dumbledore had predicted, things were strained between them until Draco confronted him one night while he was studying. Harry had admitted that he wanted Draco for more than a friend so they decided to give it a try and he was glad that they did.

It had taken everything Ron had to not just get up and leave when Harry first started speaking, but knew that he had to at least hear his best friend out. Not that he liked what he was hearing, by any means. Malfoy would always be Malfoy to him, the one person who he hated more than anything. He couldn�t understand how Harry had let himself be fooled into believing that the Slytherin had changed.

Hermione, on the other hand, had only one question for Harry.

"Do you trust him?" she asked.

Green eyes met blue over the witch�s shoulder. This would probably be the last nail in the coffin but he wasn�t going to lie to them.

Harry nodded. "With my life," he stated.

Ron�s face fell and Harry knew he had just lost one of his best friends. He watched as Ron stood and walked away from them, tossing away six years of their life.

"Ron!" Harry called but was stopped by Hermione.

"Let him go, Harry. You know how he feels about him. You can�t just lay this on him and expect him to accept it blindly."

"What about you, Herm? What do you have to say about everything?" Harry queried.

"What can I say? You told us that you weren�t going to give him up, which means that we either lose you as a friend or learn to accept it. While I share some of Ron�s sentiments about Malfoy, you�re my best friend and I want to see you happy," Hermione admitted. "And if he�s the one who makes you happy, then that�s the way it is. I�m not happy about it, but then again, I don�t have to live with him."

"He loves me, Herm, and that�s something I�ve never had before," Harry admitted.

"You love him too, don�t you?" the witch asked.

Harry nodded. "More than anything. Look, I know that this is a complete shock for you to find out exactly who it is I�m involved with, and I certainly didn�t tell you and Ron this to ruin your Christmas. Actually, I hadn�t planned on telling you until we went back for graduation but I knew that if someone ever found out, word would spread and I would rather the two of you hear it from me than anyone else."

"So who else knows? Besides me and Ron?" she asked.

"I�m sure Dumbledore has known for some time since he seems to know things before they happen," Harry admitted.

"That he does," Hermione agreed.

"Ron must hate me now," Harry said as he picked at the tree beneath him.

"No he doesn�t. Just give him some time and he�ll get over it."

"For some reason I don�t think so. I gave him quite a shock today, Herm. He may never get over it," Harry said quietly.

"I�ll handle Ron. By the time you two come back for graduation, he�ll be over it," his friend said with a grin.

"And how do you plan to accomplish that?" he asked.

Hermione�s grin widened. "I have my ways," she said.

"From the grin on your face I�m guessing that withholding sexual favors might be involved," Harry hedged.

"Could be," she answered noncommittally.

"Hermione, I�m shocked!" Harry teased. "One would never know that you�re part Slytherin."

"Everyone has a bit of Slytherin in them Harry. You should know that by now," she teased back.

Harry smiled. "Oh I do, Herm. I know exactly how it feels to have a Slytherin inside of me."

The two students looked each other and dissolved into a fit of laughter. It felt good to let go of the tension that had built between them and Harry wished that Ron were there to enjoy what was left of his visit. Hermione said that she would talk to Ron and he was fairly sure that by the time he and Draco returned to Hogwarts for graduation, Ron would have at least accepted the situation.

As their laughter died down, Harry asked, "So are we okay?"

His best friend nodded. "We�re okay. I know that people can change, Harry. And if Malfoy, er, Draco has changed as much as you�ve said, and you�re happy with things, who am I to say otherwise?"

Harry stood and pulled Hermione up with him, wrapping his arms around her. "Thank you, Herm. You don�t know how much that means to me."

"Just make sure he doesn�t hurt you, Harry. If he does, he�ll have me to deal with. He�s crossed the line once before and I�m not afraid of punching his lights out again," she said with a giggle.

Harry released her and they started back for the house. "I hate that I�ve hurt Ron over this."

"Give him time, Harry," she offered. "He�ll come around."

They walked in silence back to the house where Ron was nowhere to be found. Harry wanted to find his friend and talk to him before he left, but there wasn�t time. Four o�clock was fast approaching and he had promised Draco he would be back by then. He gathered up his gifts and after a quick round of goodbyes, moved to the fireplace.

"So when will you be coming back?" Hermione asked.

"We�re coming back the day before graduation so we don�t miss the annual pre-graduation blow-out in Hogsmeade," he said. "So I�ll see you in a few months."

Hermione leaned in and hugged him. "Don�t worry about Ron, Harry. He�ll be fine."

"I know but .." he trailed off.

"No buts. I said I�ll take care of it and I will. Now, off you go," she said before stepping away from Harry.

"Wait. Before I go will you promise me that you�ll keep this between the two of you? I don�t want the entire school up in arms about it, and believe me, they would be," Harry admitted.

"Our lips are sealed," she stated.

"Thanks Herm. I don�t know what I�d do without you," he admitted.

"Let�s hope we never find out, shall we?" she teased.

Harry nodded. "Agreed. And with that, I�m off. I have some things to take care of in Diagon Alley before I head back to Chad�s," he said as he grabbed a pinch of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace. "See you before graduation," he said before dropping the magical powder and calling out "Diagon Alley", and then a few seconds later he was grabbing another pinch of powder and calling out "Malfoy Manor".

When he appeared in the sitting room fireplace, he contemplated the best way of telling Draco about the change in plans. He wasn�t really looking forward to facing Malfoy again but knew that he�d have to tell him eventually. His Slytherin side kicked in and he knew exactly how to tell him.

Stepping out of the fireplace, he called out, "Honey, I�m home!" and laughed at how corny he sounded. He left the sitting room and went in search of his other half.

First stop, the study. Hmm, no Draco there, he mused as he looked around the room. Harry smiled and ran up the staircase and down the hall to Draco�s room hoping to find him naked and sprawled across the bed waiting for him. When he opened the door, no Draco there either.

Harry walked back to the landing and yelled as loud as he could, "DRACOOOO!"

A few moments later the person in question came strolling down the hallway from where the kitchen was located. "Must you yell every time you come into my home?" he asked as he slowly made his way up the stairs to where Harry was waiting. "Now, what�s got you in such a state?"

Harry grinned. "Oh, nothing. Just wanted to let you know that I�m back is all," he said as he leaned forward and stole a kiss from his lover. "And that I missed you."

Draco threaded his fingers through Harry�s dark locks. "It was only two hours, Harry. How ever did you manage five whole days?"

"It wasn�t easy," Harry admitted. "So what did you do while I was gone? Got dinner all planned out?" he asked as he took Draco�s hands in his own and started walking backward towards Draco�s room.

"Yes. Everything is on schedule for our dinner at six. Harry, where are we going?" Draco asked.

Harry looked over his shoulder. "Oh, thought I�d take a shower after my trip, maybe get dressed for our dinner. Care to join me?" he asked innocently.

"How could I refuse such a promising request?" Draco asked as he followed his grinning lover.

Leaving a trail of discarded clothes in their wake, the two wizards had forgone the shower in favor of the sumptuous tub. Once it was filled to near capacity, Harry had climbed in first, settling himself against the marbled stone, Draco following and reclining against Harry�s chest. The brunette was in the process of running a soapy sponge over the blonde�s chest, the motion both cleansing as well as teasing when Harry�s fingers would �innocently� brush across the rose-colored disks.

"So, how did it go?" Draco asked his lover bathed him, his fingers trailing up and down Harry�s shins in the warm water.

"Not too bad. Everyone is doing great and was glad I managed to take some time to visit," Harry informed him.

"And how long did it take them to start questioning you about your love life?" Draco queried.

"Molly was the first, as soon as I got there, but it was more to let me know that she was happy that I�d found someone, even if it was another guy," Harry said as he slid the sponge over pale shoulders.

"What about Weasley and Granger?" Draco asked as he enjoyed Harry�s ministrations.

"They waited until after we opened our gifts and everyone was busy doing their own thing."

"And?" Draco asked with a grin. "What all did you tell them?"

"The truth," he admitted. "That it was you I was seeing."

Draco quickly turned around, causing a wave of water to spill over the edge of the tub. "You WHAT?" he yelled. "I thought we agreed to wait until we went back to tell them?"

"I know, Draco, but it just kind of all came out. When I got there I hadn�t realized just how much I missed them and when I did, I realized that I had to tell them about us. If they found out from someone else it would kill them," Harry admitted.

"And how would they find out? Nobody knows except the students we go to school with," Draco stated. He was furious. He never expected Harry to go behind his back and do something like this, especially not about something as important as their relationship.

"One of these days, someone is bound to mention it in passing to someone they know, and that person might pass it on to someone here who knows someone else who knows about our history," Harry said. "Um, did that make any sense? Well, no matter. Word is bound to get back and I didn�t want my two best friends to find out through the gossip chain."

"I can�t believe you went behind my back with this," Draco stated. "If you haven�t noticed, there are two of us in this relationship, Harry, TWO. Me and you. What affects you affects me, and vice-versa. Merlin, I would have never gone behind your back with something like this. What were you thinking?"

"I was trying to keep my best friends from hating me," Harry stated. "While you might not have had any friends before, Draco, I did. And I would never do anything to hurt them, which is why I told them the truth."

"So you decided to hurt me instead? Is that it?" the blonde queried.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. "Draco, I didn�t do this to hurt you," he said before looking at his lover again. "I did this because it was the right thing to do. Granted, I shouldn�t have done it without consulting you first, but it was a spur of the moment decision. You know I have a problem with doing things impulsively and that�s what this was - an impulse to tell my friends the truth about who I�ve fallen in love with," Harry said as he reached out and brushed a water-logged strand of hair away from Draco�s face. "I love you, Draco, and I�ve told you before that I�d shout it from the rooftops."

"But we agreed," Draco started.

"And I broke that agreement, I know. I�m sorry about that," Harry said as he trailed a finger down his lover�s face. "Tell me how to make it up to you and I will. I�ll do anything, Draco. Just, please don�t be angry with me for telling them the truth."

Deep down Draco knew that Harry was correct in the assumption that their relationship would eventually come to light, but why in the bloody hell did he just up and tell his friends without consulting him first? If he had just taken the time before he left to talk to him about it, Draco probably would have agreed with Harry that his friends needed to know. But as Harry pointed out, it was a snap decision that he made while he was there. Gods, why did this have to be so difficult? he thought to himself. He could do one of two things. He could rail at Harry for this and end up ruining what was left of their time here together, or he could accept the fact that Harry was Harry and prone to do idiotic things at times, and move beyond this particular error in judgment. His heart won out.

"I love you Harry, but like I pointed out this morning, you REALLY need to work on those impulse issues you have. While I�m not completely thrilled by the fact that your friends know about us, I can see why you did it. I understand that someone might accidentally find out and then it would be much worse once we came back," Draco admitted. "But you�re not getting off the hook that easily. You have some major arse-kissing to do to get back on my good side."

Harry pulled the pale body to him. "That, my love, is something I can do," he said as his fingers slid into the wet locks. "Shall we start here or take it to the bedroom?" he asked as he tilted Draco�s head and sucked lightly on the skin.

"Oh Merlin that feels good," Draco admitted as he gripped Harry�s arms. "How about we start here and then go to the bedroom?"

"Fine by me," Harry said as he continued to kiss and nibble on the tender flesh, slowly teasing his lover.

Draco let out a low groan as talented fingers played over his heated flesh, slid under and around, and then inside, first one and then adding a second finger a few minutes later. When he was sufficiently stretched, Harry pulled away.

"Ride me, Draco."

"I thought you were supposed to be kissing my arse," the blonde stated with a grin.

Before Draco realized what was happening, Harry had him laid out on the flat surface at the end of the tub, his knees pushed up to his chest. Harry�s tongue teased Draco�s entrance first with feather-light licks and then with the flat of his tongue. He continued the assault for several minutes until the Slytherin was panting.

"Like that?" Harry asked as he licked a stripe from his lover�s entrance, up his perineum, across the smooth sac and up the thick vein of his shaft.

"Enough," he stammered. "Now Harry. Fuck me now!" Draco ordered.

Harry leaned up and captured the lust-swollen lips with his own. "Come back into the tub and ride me," the raven-haired wizard commanded.

Harry settled himself at the opposite end and watched as Draco sat up and slid back into the water. A few seconds later, Draco slowly lowered himself onto Harry�s cock.

"I�m sorry, Draco," Harry before his lover started moving.

"Just don�t let it happen again," the blonde answered as he started moving on his lover�s shaft.

"I�m not making any promises, but I�ll try to do better with my impulse tendencies," Harry said as his cock was enveloped in the heat of Draco�s body.

"That�s all I ask," he answered.

And then there was no more talk as Harry handed the reins of control to Draco, allowing him to do as he pleased, which he did. He loved Harry slowly, never increasing the pace even when both of their bodies craved it. It was new and exciting and when they finally succumbed to their desire, they fell headlong into a realm of ecstasy that neither had experienced before. Their bodies shook from the force of their completion and they clung to each other for long minutes afterwards.

"I know I�ll probably regret asking this, but what did Weasley and Granger have to say about us?" Draco asked as his head rested on Harry�s shoulder.

Harry�s hands were lightly stroking his lover�s back. "It wasn�t pretty, that�s for sure. But I told them up front that I wasn�t giving you up, no matter what they said or did."

"I�m sure Weasley didn�t like that," Draco surmised.

"No, he didn�t. But I laid everything out, starting at the beginning, with what Dumbledore had told us the night before we left, about putting aside our differences and starting over, and that we became friends, and eventually, more. Ron lit into me as soon as I said your name but Hermione shut him up so I could tell them everything. When I was finished, Hermione asked me if I trusted you and my answer brassed Ron off even more. I told her that I trusted you with my life and Ron walked off," Harry said with sadness in his voice.

"I�m sorry about that. He�s supposed to be your best friend and stand beside you no matter what," Draco offered.

"Herm said that by the time we get back for graduation she�ll have brought him around."

"So Granger is okay with us?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded. "For the most part. But she said that if you hurt me she�s coming after you," Harry teased.

Draco shivered. "Granger on the war-path is not something I want to experience again. Once was more than enough."

"Don�t hurt me and you won�t have to deal with it," Harry said with a quiet chuckle. "Hermione is a devious person, Draco. I never realized it before now. She said that she would get Ron over this and I asked how. She never came out and admitted it but I think she�s going to hold out on him. I told her that was very Slytherin of her and she said that everyone has a bit of Slytherin in them."

Draco licked a path from Harry�s collarbone up his neck. "Would you like one now?" he asked as he bit lightly.

"Think you�re up for it?" Harry asked as he stroked Draco�s awakening shaft.

"Do you think YOU�RE up for it, Harry?" he asked as he slowly stood and stepped out of the tub.

"Always," Harry said as he followed Draco out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

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This would be the first year that Christmas dinner was served late at Malfoy Manor due to the two wizards being occupied with other, more important things when the Grandfather clock in the foyer tolled six times that evening.

TBC

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