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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
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Author's note: I know I said weekly updates on Friday, but I figured I should speed this story up a bit because at the end there will be a lemon and I don't want to let my readers hanging too long for it ^^

Thanks to the following reviewer: Jan

I hope you'll enjoy this next chapter!

Chapter 4

They Apparated on the path leading to the house. Feeling his cub's shoulders tremble with suppressed sobs, Remus hastily led him inside the house, grateful that Sirius had already gone to bed. He had a feeling it would be nasty if Sirius found out that Harry had had a fight with Marc – after all Harry was Sirius' godson and all who hurt him, got hurt by Sirius.

"Come on, let's go to the living room." Remus muttered and grabbed his wand to light the fireplace.

Immediately the logs were engulfed in fire and it made a soothing crackling sound, spreading the warmth and creating enough light for the two men to find their way to the couch without tripping or bumping against furniture.

Remus sat down next to Harry, who refused to look up from his shoulder.

"Dobby?" He called. Dobby was still working in the kitchens of Hogwarts, but he had sworn he would always appear if either Remus, Sirius or Harry called him, because he was Harry Potter's friend and he wanted to do nothing more than serve his friend and his family.

The two remaining Marauders hadn't complained about that seeing as Kreacher wasn't exactly ideal as house elf with his constant muttering about 'dirty, ungrateful little bastards and filthy monsters and halfbloods'. Sirius had been all too happy to leave Kreacher at the Black's house and buy himself a new home, inviting his friend and godson to live with him.

With a loud pop, Dobby appeared in front of them, a huge stack of knitted caps on his head. "What can I do for best friend Harry Potter and nice Mister Remus Lupin?" Dobby squeaked, his huge eyes staring at Harry in worry when the boy didn't look up.

"Can we get some hot chocolate, Dobby?" Remus requested, rubbing over Harry's back soothingly.

"Of course, Dobby will get hot chocolate for nice Remus Lupin and nice Harry Potter." The house elf chirped and popped away, only to appear again five seconds later with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate in his large knobby hands. "Here is hot chocolate, sir." Dobby told him and placed the mugs on the coffee table. "Can I get nice Mister and Harry Potter something else? Snack?" He asked, wringing his hands in worry. "Is Harry Potter okay?"

"Harry will be fine, Dobby." Remus assured the elf. "And that is all, thank you."

Dobby bowed and smiled and popped away again.

"Harry, here, drink this." Remus coaxed the boy and handed over the mug.

Harry hiccupped a bit and accepted the mug with a little tremble in his hands. "Thanks." He muttered and took a sip.

"So," Remus hesitated, not really sure how to ask his question, "are you ready to talk about your fight?"

Harry rubbed over his tired stinging eyes. "It was something stupid." He mumbled embarrassed. He couldn't believe he had freaked out like that.

Remus just looked at him, not relenting.

Harry sighed and gave up, knowing that he wouldn't leave this room without giving the man a reasonable explanation. "Marc and I went to his room after the picnic seeing as his parents weren't home." He sighed and leant back, refusing to look in the golden eyes that were looking at him intently. "We did a bit of … fooling around," he blushed and cleared his throat, "but then he wanted more and I stopped him. He kept trying to go further and I got mad and ran away." He sighed again and stared at the fire.

Remus sat very tense on the couch, trying to restrain himself from marching up to that Marc and give him a good hexing – or pummeling. Maybe both. Yes, hexing him and beating the shit out of that guy would feel so good. But he couldn't. If he did that, he would be arrested by the Ministry and because he was still considered a Dark creature because of his werewolf status, he would probably get the Kiss. At times like these he really hated his werewolf blood. He couldn't even send Sirius to Marc, seeing as he was still watched by the Ministry. He had gotten a pardon and a huge bag of money to keep it quiet that the Ministry had refused him a proper trial but they had warned him they would watch him for at least five years in case he did something illegal. Remus had a feeling that hexing the boyfriend of his godson would be considered illegal.

"Remus?" Harry asked hesitantly when the man just kept glaring at the opposite wall with clenched hands.

Remus took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He would like nothing more than to hurt that Marc for hurting his cub, but he couldn't do anything and that frustrated him immensely.

"I'm just glad you got away before he could really hurt you." He said through clenched teeth and wrapped his arms around his cub, hugging him to his chest, rubbing his back.

"It's just …" Harry paused and laid his head on Remus' shoulder. "He never went this far before. He always stopped on time; I don't understand why he didn't want to listen now."

Remus had a fair suspicion as to why Marc had went this far now; he had had Harry all alone to himself with no one to interrupt him; in contrast to the time at Hogwarts where they always had the risk they got interrupted. This still didn't excuse him because he should have listened to Harry when he told him no. Remus could feel the hot burn of fury flaring up again and he did his best to stomp that down. Until he knew a safe way to punish Marc, he would have to stay calm, lest he did something stupid.

"You did well by walking away from him." Remus muttered. Hexing him would have been better, he thought absently. "What are you going to do now?"

Harry blinked confused and sat up straight, forcing Remus to loosen his hug. "What do you mean 'what am I going to do now?'"

"Are you going to give him another chance?" Remus asked softly, frowning.

Harry shifted uneasily on the couch, glancing away from the man he considered his second godfather. To be honest, he didn't have a clue as to what he should do now with Marc. On one hand he didn't know if he could trust Marc to stop when it happened another time, seeing as he didn't listen now, but was it really worth it to give up on his relationship for one fight? Couples fought, that wasn't something you could avoid; there was no one that could say his or her relationship was perfect, without any fights. Fights were inevitable in a relationship. But respect for each other and listening to each other were things that you needed in a relationship too. Harry bit his lip and rubbed his forehead. He was developing a nasty headache from thinking about all that. Did he have to make a decision now? Even if he made one, it would be too late to tell Marc about it, seeing as he left tomorrow early for his vacation in Greece and Harry himself left too for three weeks with the Malfoys and his godparents to the Cote d'Azur. Maybe it was better if he waited until he saw Marc again in three weeks to tell him his decision; they would be both calm enough to talk rationally.

Harry nodded absently; yes, he would not decide tonight about his relationship. He had enough time to do that later; three weeks should be enough to clear his head and make a good decision.

"I don't know." He muttered finally to Remus' question. "I'm still thinking about it. I have three weeks to decide what I'll do. Can I go to bed now? I'm tired." He sighed.

Remus nodded slowly. "Yes, of course, go on. Good night."

Harry gave him a quick hug. "Good night, Remus." With a last wave, he left the room and dragged his tired body upstairs to his room.

On automatic pilot he undressed and redressed in a black T-shirt and his boxers and crawled in his cool bed with a sigh.

Sirius had left the curtains and the window open and a soft cool breeze made the curtains sway gently, creating shadows on the walls. The light from the street lanterns created a soft light orange glow in the room and Harry turned on his side, sprawling himself over his bed with both his arms underneath his pillow and closed his eyes, falling asleep to the gentle hum of the traffic a few blocks away from the house.

Remus frowned and tapped with his fingers on his knee. He had rather wanted to hear that Harry was planning to dump Marc, than thinking about it. He understood that one fight didn't mean you had to automatically break up with each other, but in this case the fight wasn't about something stupid like an important date forgotten. Marc hadn't wanted to listen when Harry told him no and had Harry been anything else than stubborn and able to stand up for himself, Marc would have gone further without waiting for Harry's permission. It could have been only this one time and maybe Marc realized now that he couldn't mess around with Harry and think he got away with everything and be genuinely sorry for his actions, but what if it didn't stay with this one time? What if he tried to go further against Harry's wishes another time when Harry forgave him? Would Harry keep forgiving him until one day he really went too far?

Remus took a deep breath and leant back in the couch. He pitched his nose and closed his eyes. It wouldn't do to start panicking already. Harry had said he would think about it. Even if he forgave Marc, Harry would be smart enough to not let his guard down another time. If Harry decided to forgive the boy and give him another chance, then Remus just had to make sure he would warn Marc in case he tried it again. Nobody got away with hurting his cub; he would make sure that Marc got that message.

With a sigh he stood up and stretched, groaning silently when he heard his bones pop. He grimaced and rubbed his face. He extinguished the fire and at once the room went dark, the light of the street lanterns the only source of light for Remus.

Slowly he walked up the stairs and paused in front of Harry's bedroom, satisfied when he heard the soft breathing of the boy in the room; a sign he was asleep.

He walked further and when he reached Sirius' room, the door flew open and his arm was grabbed hastily, dragging him in the room.

He blinked when he landed in the bright room and shook his head. "Sirius, what the hell? I thought you were asleep?" He muttered annoyed and rubbed the sore spot on his arm where Sirius had grabbed him.

Sirius huffed and sat down in the middle of his bed, pointing his finger at the space in front of him. "Did you seriously think I would go to sleep as long as Harry wasn't home? Sit down; I want to talk to you."

Remus rolled his eyes, but sat down, crossing his legs and leaning back on his hands. "What do you want to talk about?" He asked suspiciously. Had Sirius heard his talk with Harry?

Dark grey eyes glared at him and Sirius' mouth was set in a tight line. "What happened to Harry? Did he fight with Marc?"

"How did you know something happened?" Remus furrowed his eyebrows, sitting up straight.

Sirius rolled his eyes impatient, waving his hand. "I may not have the hearing of a werewolf, but surely you remember that my Animagus is a dog. Dogs have sharp hearing too you know. I couldn't hear what exactly was wrong, but I know that Harry was upset when he called you and you left quickly after his call. What happened?" He asked leaning forward, his half long hair forming a curtain around his head.

Remus pursed his lips. Sirius was as impulsive as he was in his younger years, so he had to be careful with how he told him the news if he wanted to make sure that the Ministry didn't throw him back in Azkaban for real murder this time. "Harry and Marc had a fight." He began slowly, thinking over his words carefully. Sirius tensed and looked ready to pounce. "Marc decided that it was time that they took their relationship a step further and Harry refused. Marc was stupid to try and convince Harry to go further and Harry left angrily, calling me to pick him up."

Sirius clenched his hands tightly on his knees and his whole body shook with repressed anger. "How far did he manage to go?" He asked through clenched teeth, his mind going over all the dark spells his parents had forced him to use. Would it be overkill if he used them on that stupid boy?

"Not far." Remus hurried to reassure his best friend. He quickly grabbed the trembling hands to avoid Sirius from storming out the house. "Before he could really try anything, Harry left. Nothing seriously happened. Harry was just upset because Marc didn't want to listen."

Sirius breathed heavily through his nose and Remus was surprised there wasn't smoke coming out of his ears. "That son of a bitch." He hissed and would have jumped up if not for Remus who gripped his wrists tightly. "Let me go!"

"No!" Remus said forcefully and his golden eyes bored down in the dark grey ones. "If you go to Marc now, you're going to regret what you're going to do to him."

"I sure as hell won't regret cursing him." Sirius growled and struggled harder.

"Maybe not regret cursing him, but you will definitely regret it when the Ministry throws your ass back in Azkaban." Remus snapped.

Sirius glared at him hotly as if to blame him for his predicament, but didn't struggle anymore and relaxed his tense muscles.

Remus only let him go when he was certain that Sirius wouldn't try to escape again.

"But we can't let him get away with this." Sirius glared at the window. "Did Harry break up with him? Please tell me he broke up with that asshole."

Remus grimaced and his hands fell down on the bed. "He told me he had to think about it. Anyway he has three weeks until he sees Marc again, so he'll be able to decide with a clear head what he's going to do."

Sirius huffed and leant back against the headboard. "He has to dump him." He said gravely. "That bastard will probably try again next time he has the chance."

"We have to let Harry decide what he wants to do." Remus repeated and then smirked viciously, sparking an interest in Sirius. "But whatever he decides, nothing can stop us from warning Marc what will happen if he hurts Harry again."

Sirius smirked in response. "I like that idea."

"I thought you would." Remus replied smugly. His eyes glanced at the tall grandfather clock standing in the corner. "I think it's time we went to sleep. I don't think Narcissa will be happy if we arrive late at the manor."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "Relax, Cissa won't hurt us. She likes Harry too much." He snorted when he remembered the Christmas holidays where Narcissa had smothered Harry in her motherly hugs whenever she had the chance, claiming he was such a cute boy. Sirius didn't think Harry had ever been so red in his life. Draco couldn't stop laughing whenever Harry got caught in Narcissa's arms.

Remus stood up. "You never know." He muttered darkly and slipped out of the room before Sirius could form a response.

The dark haired man shook his head amused and dumped his shirt and pants on the floor, climbing in bed with only his boxers on. He grabbed his wand and extinguished the lights, leaving the room completely dark. He turned on his stomach and blew a few strands of his hair out of his face and fell asleep, dreaming of all the different ways he could torture Marc and getting away with it.

His mother would have been so proud if she knew about his dreams.

Green eyes blinked blearily when the first sunlight of the day hit the boy's face. Groggily Harry sat up and leant forwards with his arms on his crossed legs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His dreams had consistent of nonsense mostly: being locked up in a dark house with snakes loose, then suddenly running through streets with someone following him. His clothes stuck to his sweaty body and he wrinkled his nose at the smell.

Yawning, Harry stretched and went back to lying on his back, but a wave of nausea hit him without warning and he jumped out of bed, running to the adjoined bathroom, reaching the toilet just in time to see his dinner of the past day coming up again. He grabbed the edge of the toilet and threw up, his eyes pricking at the sour smell.

After three minutes he was finally done and he slumped back against wall, flushing the toilet before dropping his arms weakly on the ground.

"Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?" He groaned and stared at the blurry ceiling, only now realizing that he hadn't put on his glasses. He waited a few more minutes, but when the urge to retch didn't appear again, he slowly sat up, grimacing.

Still feeling queasy, he carefully shuffled over to the vague white blur he could barely make out, assuming it was the washbasin. His hands felt around and he sighed relieved when he found the tap, pushing on it to get the cold water running. He formed with his hands a bowl and let them fill with nice cold soothing water before splashing it in his face, waking him up fully. He grabbed his cup and filled that with water to rinse his mouth. He didn't want to walk around any longer with the foul taste of sour bile in his mouth.

After brushing his teeth harshly, he made his way out of the bathroom, making sure not to walk into his desk. He found his glasses on his nightstand and put them on, blinking when the room finally came into focus. He sighed when he saw that it was eight a.m. and decided that a nice shower would be the best way to start the day.

Rummaging through his closet to find some comfortable clothes, he only realized that they would leave to the Malfoy manor when he noticed his packed suitcases standing innocently at the foot of his bed. How could he have missed those?

Harry shook his head and reentered the bathroom, dumping his clothes on the chair and stripping off his sweat soaked T-shirt and boxer before stepping in the shower.

While the water was running over his body, he absently started to latter his hair with the lemon scented shampoo and thought back to his retching session. His nausea lasted for a few weeks now and it still didn't want to disappear. He had no clue to what was happening with him; if he was sick, then why didn't he feel nauseous all the time? Or had a fever or anything else that would indicate what kind of sickness he had managed to acquire. The nausea was getting quite annoying and it was tiring him out. So far he had his throwing up sessions mostly in the morning, when he just had woken up, though he had had it something during the day too, hitting him without any warning.

It didn't even matter what he ate the night before; it happened every morning regardless of the type of dinner he had consumed the night before.

Harry frowned and started to soap his body in. Maybe he should ask Remus or Sirius for a potion. The thought hadn't gone away yet, or he already dismissed it. There was no way he would worry his godparents unnecessarily. If he asked for a potion, they would want to know what was wrong with him and if they heard he had no clue, they would start worrying. He really didn't want them to worry about him and decided to just keep quiet about his nausea. He was certain it would pass eventually and if it didn't disappear within a month he would order an anti-nausea potion.

Satisfied with his decision, he rinsed his body off and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around him.

"Harry, it's time for breakfast!" Sirius yelled from downstairs.

Harry sighed and slipped into his black T-shirt and light blue jeans. It was no use to relax a bit more in his bed, since Sirius would come jumping in his room as Padfoot if he didn't go downstairs in a few minutes. Two mornings being woken up with dog spit all over his face was enough for him; he didn't need a repeat of that.

When he grabbed his silver belt, he stopped abruptly when his eyes caught sight of the photo frame standing on his desk. It was of him and Marc, hugging each other at the lake of Hogwarts.

He blinked the few tears away and harshly tugged at his belt. It was no use to think of Marc and what had happened yesterday; he would enjoy his vacation and he would decide at the end of his holiday what he would do. No need to make big decisions now.

He rubbed over his face and ranked his hand through his hair, making his way downstairs.

The sound of pans clattering against each other and plates being set on the table made him speed up a bit, suddenly feeling hungry.

The kitchen was bright with the early sunlight and Remus stood at the stove, flipping over pancakes with his wand while Sirius was seated at the table, looking through the Daily Prophet uninterested. Since the defeat of Voldemort, the newspaper hadn't much news to tell, except for the few articles about Death Eaters who had escaped during the fight and who were now being searched. There was an article about some new law about the breeding of dangerous animals and the usual rumors about the celebrity.

"You're in the newspaper, Prongslet." Sirius mentioned absently, nodding his thanks when Remus gave him a cup of coffee.

Harry blinked and sat down, reaching for the sugar to sweeten his own cup of coffee. He couldn't understand how Sirius could manage to drink his black. "Oh, what is it now?"

"Just a short article where they are speculating whether or not you're going to apply for Auror training." Sirius shrugged. "Apparently they are keeping a tab on the list with the new trainees."

"Are they allowed to do that?" Harry frowned and smiled when Remus directed a plate of pancakes in front of him.

"Officially they are not allowed to do that, but when has that ever stopped the press?" Remus replied dryly.

"Good point." Harry muttered.

"You know we leave in half an hour?" Remus reminded Harry who nodded.

"I didn't forget."

"Good, I suspect Draco wouldn't appreciate it if you were late." Remus replied idly.

Harry and Sirius frowned. "Wouldn't it be Narcissa who would be angry if we were late?" Harry asked bewildered.

"Draco is the impatient one of the two." Remus shrugged and turned around to get his own pancakes.

Harry blinked confused but shrugged. He looked up when he felt eyes burning in the side of his head and was surprised to notice it was Sirius who was looking at him intently.

"Euhm, is there something on my face?" Harry asked uncertainly and just in case, he wiped with a napkin over his cheeks.

Sirius blinked and laughed. "No, no, nothing on your face. Just eat."

The boy shook his head and went back to his breakfast.

They arrived at the gates of Malfoy manor half an hour later, their suitcases standing next to them.

Either Narcissa or Draco had noticed their arrival or simply assumed they would be on time, because four house elves appeared, opening the gate. Three of them grabbed the suitcases – the bags were larger than the creatures – and the fourth one led them inside the grand hall where Narcissa and Draco were waiting for them. Narcissa was dressed in a simple white dress that reached her ankles with a thin silver necklace adorning her neck and a silver bracelet with a single blue stone on her right wrist. Her hair was pulled up in a bun; a few strands left out and curled around her face. She looked smaller than Harry remembered and it was only when he looked at her feet that he realized she wore flat white shoes, explaining the sudden difference in height.

Draco was dressed in a button up white shirt and blue jeans and was standing next to his mother. He smiled and his grey eyes lit up in excitement when Harry came up to them.

"Good morning, Harry." Narcissa greeted the boy and gave him a hug, letting him smell her flowery perfume.

Harry smiled and hugged her back; he liked to imagine that this was how it would have felt like if his own mother had hugged him. "Good morning, Narcissa." He greeted back.

She released him and greeted Sirius and Remus who smiled back.

"Did you get a good night sleep?" Draco asked, brushing his hand against Harry's arm.

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, no nightmares." He replied. "You?"

"I can't complain." Draco winked.

"Draco, Harry, the portkey will activate in twenty seconds." Narcissa warned the boys.

They looked up and saw the adults holding a golden cup with green jewels around the edge. Harry and Draco quickly grabbed the cup too, just in time to feel the tug in their stomach.

The manor disappeared in a bright flash and colours were swirling around them quickly, making Harry dizzy.

They landed on a dark wooden floor and Harry fell on his knees, gasping for air, holding his stomach when a wave of nausea hit him. He groaned, not again, he thought desperately.

He felt hands rubbing his back and a pale slender hand touched his forehead.

"Harry, what's wrong?" A voice asked, sounding like Draco.

Harry shook his head, clamping his mouth shut with one hand, squeezing his eyes shut, willing his stomach to settle down. A second pair of hands joined the other pair on his back.

"Prongslet, are you sick?" Sirius asked worried.

"I think he's nauseous." He heard Draco replying. "Do you need the bathroom?"

Harry breathed heavily through his nose. "No, I think it passed." He muttered embarrassed after a few minutes when he was certain his stomach wouldn't protest.

A glass filled with water entered his vision. "Here, drink that; it will settle your stomach." The soothing voice of Remus told him.

Gratefully Harry accepted the glass and relished in the way the cool liquid slipped down his throat, soothing his stomach.

"Feeling better?" Draco asked softly.

Harry sighed, his cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Yeah, sorry, I don't know why I got so nauseous." He apologized, handing back the glass and sitting up straight.

"Don't worry about it." Narcissa assured him. She had taken a seat on a lime green couch. "Sometimes a portkey can cause nausea."

Sirius and Draco helped him stand up and Harry looked around. They had apparently landed in the living room. Besides the lime green couch big enough for three people, there were two other chairs in the same colour standing at each side of the couch. Two white and large bookcases were placed across from the sitting area and were filled with large and small books. A large window on Harry's right showed him the view of a beach with the sparkling sea. Next to the window was a door that stood open and the salty smell of the sea was carried through it together with the sound of seagulls. On Harry's right were two doors, one open showing a small hallway and a brown staircase and the other one closed.

"Your suitcases have already been brought to your rooms." Narcissa smiled, folding her hands on her lap. "The kitchen is next to the hallway; a house elf is already there preparing our lunch. If you want you can unpack your suitcases now and go to the beach afterwards."

Draco smiled and nodded. Harry smiled in agreement and made his way out of the living room, leaving the three adults to fend for themselves while Draco followed behind him.

They had each gotten separate rooms and for the next couple of minutes Harry was admiring his room. The walls were painted a soft white and the bed was large enough for two people to sleep in. It was a four-poster bed and the sheets were a soft blue, looking very invitingly. The bed was placed across from the door and the wardrobe was placed next to the window. His two suitcases were waiting for him in front of the bed and he rolled his shoulders before walking over to them and opening the first one. His nausea had disappeared for which he was grateful for, because he really didn't want to spend his first day of his vacation in bed sick.

He had just finished unpacking his first suitcase and had just started on the second one, when the door opened and Draco walked in, sitting down on his bed.

"You need help?" He offered.

Harry looked up frowning. "How come you already finished unpacking? You had more suitcases than I. Which reminds me: who needs five suitcases for a three week during holiday?" He snorted.

Draco looked at him haughtily. "You never know what can happen. As for your other question," he grinned, "I just used magic of course. Did you forget I'm eighteen now and can use my magic freely?"

Harry groaned and slapped his forehead. "Fuck, I forgot about that. How could I've been so stupid?" He grumbled, scowling at his own unpacked suitcase.

Draco laughed. "Well, you need help?"

Harry pouted and nodded. The blond boy snickered and pointed his wand at the suitcases, murmuring four spells in a rapid order, too fast for Harry to follow.

While the clothes were being folded in the right way and placed in the wardrobe, Draco saw his chance to question Harry about his date with Marc.

"So, Harry, how did your date with Marc go?" He asked idly, inwardly simmering with anger. He couldn't care less about the date, but he had a duty as best friend to question Harry about the details.

Immediately Harry's face darkened and he plopped down on the chair in front of the mahony desk, placed underneath the windowsill. His mouth was set in a tight line and his posture was tense, making Draco tense as well. He frowned and looked at Harry; had the date been that bad?

"Harry, what happened?" He asked softly, leaning forward, never once taking his eyes of his crush.

Harry sighed and ranked a hand through his black unruly hair in annoyance. "It didn't go well." He admitted sourly.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows and moved closer to Harry, sitting at the end of the bed, close enough to touch the other boy's knees. "Harry, what went wrong? I thought you were excited for the date?" He swallowed the bitterness away. This wasn't the time to let his bitterness and grudge against Marc be known. Harry needed him to listen now and not tell him his own opinion about his relationship with Marc.

He saw Harry swallow nervously and without thinking, he grabbed Harry's hand, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.

Harry looked at him surprised but smiled weakly. "Well, we had a picnic in the forest near his house." He began, not sure if he should tell Draco about the disastrous date. Having Remus angry at his behalf had been enough – he didn't need to spoil Draco's vacation too. One look at the blond's face however showed him he wouldn't get away with not telling him about the date, just like Remus hadn't let him get away with not saying anything. He both loved and found their worry about him annoying.

"Did the food taste like crap?" Draco asked lightly when Harry didn't say anything for a few minutes.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "No, the food was good." He paused again and took a deep breath. "After the picnic we went to his house and straight to his room because his parents weren't home." He shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to say what had occurred next.

Sharp grey eyes stared at him unwaveringly. "What happened?"

"We started … fooling around." Harry blushed a bit, feeling it awkward to tell his best friend what he did with his boyfriend. He thought Draco would have felt awkward too, but the ex-Slytherin just kept staring at him, silently urging him to continue. "Well, after a while, he wanted to go further and I stopped him." He felt Draco tensing. "But he tried to convince me to have sex with him and when I refused again, he asked me what the big deal was since we were both guys and it was just sex." He swallowed the lump in his throat and tears pricked in his eyes again. He blinked furiously not wanting to burst into tears in front of Draco. "I got angry and left the house and called Remus to pick me up."

"Oh Harry." Draco sighed and suddenly Harry was surrounded by strong arms, hugging him to a hard warm chest. "I'm so sorry to hear that he was such an asshole." Draco's voice was muffled and Harry awkwardly hugged him back, though it felt nice to have Draco hugging him. "He doesn't deserve you."

Harry laughed weakly and didn't reply. He felt Draco ushering him to stand up and before he fully realized it, he was led to the bed and Draco sat down next to him keeping his arms around him.

"It's just that he never tried anything before." Harry muttered, rubbing in his eyes. "I don't understand why he was so pushy now."

Draco was silent for a bit until he asked, "Do you want me to hex his balls off? He wouldn't be able to be pushy again if I do that." He offered.

Harry laughed and sat up straight, making Draco drop his arms. "Thanks for the offer, but no thank you."

"Are you sure?" Draco asked, idly stroking his wand.

Shaking his head, Harry chuckled. "Yes, I'm sure."

"Too bad." The blond boy sighed dejected and put away his wand in his back pocket. He would have loved to hex Marc's balls off and his dick too – just to ensure he couldn't try it ever again. "Did you break up with him then?" Draco asked neutrally, masking the hopeful tone in his voice. It wouldn't do to betray his real feelings now. Harry would need the time to get over Marc before he could accept Draco's feelings. He wouldn't be the rebound guy.

Harry sighed wearily. "No, I'm still thinking about it." He mumbled, looking away.

Draco scowled. "What's to think about that? He was a pushy asshole and he doesn't deserve you. Dump his pathetic ass I'd say."

"Draco, please, I need to think about it." Harry pleaded.

Draco wasn't pleased with Harry's answer. How could Harry think about that? Marc had wanted to force himself on him and he still thought about giving that bastard a chance? Wasn't he in his right mind?

You're one to talk, a sneaky voice piped up in the back of his head. You're the one who drugged him and had sex with him a couple of months ago without him remembering it. What does that make of you?

Draco conveniently ignored the little voice, refusing to think about it. It was in the past now and he couldn't change it now so it was no use mulling it over.

"But," he started to protest but stopped when he saw Harry's pleading face. Damn it, but he could never object to whatever Harry wanted if he pulled that face. He was as putty in the dark haired boy's hands.

"Can't we just drop it for now and go to the beach? We came here to relax after all." Harry pleaded.

"Fine, I drop it. For now." Draco warned him and Harry nodded hastily, already happy to not talk about it now.

They spent their days lounging on the beach and swimming in the cool water, occasionally dragging Remus or Sirius in the sea with them. Narcissa was happy to stay under the sunshade, reading one of her many books. Whenever she did venture out in the sun, she always put on a hat to protect her blond hair and sunglasses that hid most of her face.

Harry had blushed when he saw Narcissa sunbathing in only a white bikini. She still had the figure of a teenage girl and no one could deny she was attractive. Harry wasn't attracted in that way to her, but he wasn't blind either. It was obvious that Draco had gotten most of his good looks from his mother.

Draco himself spent most of his time only dressed in boxers, showing his muscled chest for all who wanted to watch.

It had been pretty awkward when Harry had caught himself staring at Draco's half naked body, fascinated and feeling the urge to run his fingers over the abs. He had slapped his cheeks hard when that happened and he had sworn to himself that he wasn't attracted to his best friend and he still had a boyfriend waiting for him.

Draco was very hot and undeniably attractive, but that didn't mean that Harry was suddenly crushing on him. He had just noticed how nice Draco's body was, but that didn't mean anything.

Halfway through their vacation an owl had arrived with a letter for Harry. His heart had skipped a beat when he had recognized Marc's fine handwriting and he had excused himself from dinner, hurrying up to his room to read the letter. Remus had looked at him concerned, but had let him go without stopping him.

Closing the door behind him, Harry leant back, breathing quickly. He hadn't expected Marc to write him, especially not after their fight.

With trembling hands, he opened the letter and bit his lip, starting to read it.

'Dear Harry

I want to say how sorry I am for pushing you when you made it clear you didn't want to go further. I should have stopped the minute you said no and shouldn't have pushed you and definitely shouldn't have insulted you by calling you a prude.

I'm really sorry, Harry and I hope you can forgive me and give me another chance. I promise it won't happen again, I swear it. Your godfather has the permission to curse me if I ever hurt you again – I'm sure he'll like to do that.

I'm also sorry I didn't write you sooner, but this is the first time I finally got time alone without my parents interfering. And it was really hard to find an owl willing to fly to France.

I will understand it if you want to break up, but I hope you will at least think about it.

I'll be waiting for you when I come back. I love you, Harry.

All my love

Marc'

Harry placed the letter down on his desk and rubbed the few stray tears away from his cheeks. It was thoughtful and sweet of Marc to send him an apology letter. He could tell Marc was genuinely sorry for his behaviour on their last night together. Maybe he should give him another chance? It only happened once after all. Marc had sworn he wouldn't push him again. And it wasn't as if Harry couldn't defend himself.

Chewing on his lower lip, he absently traced with his finger over the the words 'I love you'. They had been happy for five months now – was he willing to give that up just because Marc made one mistake?

Harry slowly breathed out and stared out of the window in thought. If he had to be honest he had to admit he missed Marc. He missed his jokes and his calming laughter, he missed his sparkling brown eyes and he missed the general calm feeling he got when he was around him. One more chance wouldn't hurt, right? And if Marc lied and tried to push him for sex again, he would dump him straight away.

Harry nodded, yes, one more chance wouldn't hurt. He smiled and reread the letter, loving the fact that Marc had told him he loved him.

Draco was not happy. In fact he was furious. Harry had came bouncing in his room just an hour ago, his green eyes sparkling and a giant smile on his face, telling him that Marc had written an apology to him and swore he would never hurt Harry again. Harry had decided to give that asshole another chance and Draco didn't know if he should scream from fury or cry from frustration. He had been so close, so close to have Harry single again and it was all ripped away from him again.

He had thought Harry had decided to break up with Marc, especially after the times he caught the boy watching him when he was on the beach half naked.

He didn't understand why Harry gave that jerk another chance; Harry was smart and he had dumped the Weasel as soon as it became clear that the orange dunderhead wanted nothing more than to harm him. But a boy who pushed him for sex and had hurt him by ignoring his wishes, he gave that boy another chance? What was going on in that boy's head?

You could be asking yourself the same thing, the annoying voice popped up again. You forced him too. What you did was even worse since he doesn't even remember you fucking him. You're not in the position to say something about someone else.

Merlin, he really hated that voice.

Greatly annoyed he stood up. He would talk to Harry and try to let him see that forgiving that son of a bitch was a very stupid thing to do.

"Harry, we need to talk." He began but stopped when he noticed that his friend wasn't in his room. He looked around confused and walked out again. He wanted to go downstairs when he suddenly heard a sound coming from the bathroom.

Narrowing his eyes he crossed the hallway and knocked on the door. "Hello? Harry, are you in there?"

The sound of retching was his answer and he got worried, pulling at the door knob, cursing when the door didn't budge. He grabbed his wand and muttered a quick 'Alohomora' and immediately walked in, his eyes zeroing in on the small figure leaning over the toilet.

In a few strides he was next to Harry and he bent down, rubbing the young man's back, knowing he couldn't do anything else until Harry got whatever it was out of his system.

After a minute, Harry sagged down against the wall, his pale face sweaty and his whole frame trembling. Draco quickly conjured a glass of water and handed it to Harry, meanwhile wetting a wash cloth and pressing it against Harry's forehead and neck, making the young man moan softly.

"That feels good." He murmured in a raspy voice and winced.

"Did you eat something bad?" Draco asked worried, pressing the cooler side of the cloth against Harry's skin.

Harry sighed and let his head thump against the wall. "I don't know. I think so." He muttered, closing his eyes.

Narrowing his eyes, Draco leant forwards until his face was very close to Harry's. "Did you get sick before this?"

The hesitating look on Harry's face was enough answer for him.

"Have you taken an anti nausea potion?" He asked, caressing the sweaty black locks.

Harry shook his head grimacing. "No, I haven't."

"Why haven't you? How long are you nauseous? Does Black and Lupin know?" Draco asked in one breath.

"I never got my hands on a potion and no, they don't know." He opened one green eye. "What does it matter how long I have been nauseous?"

"Harry." Draco said warningly and grabbed his wrist.

"Alright, a couple of weeks already." Harry muttered, not having the strength to fight against Draco. "It happens mostly in the morning, but sometimes I have to puke during the day too, like now." He sighed.

"If this has been going on for weeks now, then why didn't you go to a Healer?" Draco asked frustrated, not liking seeing his crush so weak. His hand had slipped from the soft hair to Harry's soft cheeks and started caressing his cheek.

Harry closed his eyes again at feeling the soft feathery touch and sighed. "I just don't see the point. So I get sick a few times, no big deal." He muttered annoyed.

"Harry, puking out your guts every morning for the last couple of weeks is a big deal. You need to get yourself checked." Draco replied angrily. "I'm going to tell your godfather that you're sick and need to visit a hospital." He said and wanted to stand up, but was halted by a hand on his wrist. He looked down in emerald green eyes that were sparkling furiously.

"You're not going to tell Sirius about my nausea." He hissed, surprisingly fiery for someone who had been retching a minute ago.

"Harry, it's not normal that you've been sick for the past couple of weeks. You need a check up." Draco insisted, kneeling down in front of him.

Harry just kept shaking his head. He sat up on his knees and braced himself by grabbing Draco's arms. "Listen, you're only going to worry Remus and Sirius when you tell them about my nausea. They don't need that."

"Harry, they are your family; it's natural for them to worry about you, if you get sick." Draco huffed impatiently.

"Draco, if you dare to rat me out, I won't speak to you ever again." Harry swore, his hands tightening his grip.

Draco stared at him shocked. "You would throw our friendship away for something like that?" He asked weakly. He would have thought Harry was joking if not for the furious glint in the green eyes and the set jaw. Harry was serious about his threat.

"Draco, promise me you won't tell them anything." Harry pleaded, his fury disappearing like snow in the sun.

Draco stared at him hesitantly. Harry looked really desperate for him to keep his mouth shut and he was fighting with himself about what would be the best choice: telling Black and risk losing Harry's trust or keeping his mouth shut and possibly endanger Harry's life if he was seriously ill? What would be the worst choice?

"Please, Draco." Harry whispered and his warm breath hit Draco's lips, making him wet his lips in response.

They were so close together, he would only have to reach out a bit more and then they would kiss...

He caught himself just in time when his lips nearly touched Harry's. Emerald green stared in his eyes unguarded, showing Draco how desperate Harry was for him to keep his secret.

Draco bit his lip and cursed his heart. "Fine, I won't tell either of them about your nausea." Harry sighed relieved. "But if you keep getting sick, we'll go to see a Healer immediately when we get back home."

Harry opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by Draco.

"Harry, you don't know how sick you are, so if you keep puking, we need to see a Healer to know what's wrong with you." He said forcefully.

Harry stared at him dejected, but nodded eventually. "Fine, if I'm not better by the end of the holiday we go to a Healer." He muttered and looked away.

"Good, now let's go. You need to rest a bit." Draco said relieved and helped Harry up, supporting him on his way to his bedroom.

His decision to talk about Marc was completely forgotten. All he could think about was what exactly was wrong with the boy he was in love with.

AN2: So what did you think of this? I hope you liked it :) (This fic could use some more reviews - it feels lonely *hint, hint*)

This Friday there's another update :)

Love and cuddles

Melissa
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