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A/N: Okay. Some
things were brought to my attention with a recent review. I know there is a lot
of angst in this story�and I know it�s getting on some nerves that they (Harry
and Draco) aren�t just chucking the script and making it like bunnies. I
understand your frustration. (Think how they must feel!). However, answer me
this, how many eighteen year old couples have *you* met that fall in love and
everything just works out perfectly? Shit happens. That�s life. Anyways�long
story short�.I said to trust me, and you should. I *will* try to be a little
clearer with the characters motivations though. Please review. Thanks, Jasmine,
for reading this through and blessing me with the entire season of Gravitation.
Oh oh oh�.AND showing me
the face of god. His name is Travis Fimmel�look him
up�that is *the* most perfect fucking creature ever. EVER. I want to have his
babies�.

One more note�a lot
of this chapter is in French. I apologize if any of it incorrect�please bear
with me.
Chapter 5��

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A month had passed.
The thirty or so mornings that had passed since the night Draco had come onto
him met Harry with a bed that felt emptier than usual. The first few days had
been awkward, with the both of them pointedly avoiding the other. After a week
or so, there was no point and they reverted right back
to where they started from � friendly and familiar yet tense and somewhat
distant. Draco was right�it changed nothing. In appearance anyways. Harry
remained as conflicted as ever. Maybe even more so�he now knew he could have
the blonde boy sleeping down the hall from him if he so chose. He could have
him�at least for a little while�and that was what scared him. Could *anyone*
truly have Draco for any longer than a little while�was it even possible?

Harry Potter was en
excellent judge of character. He knew of Draco�s desire to go everywhere and do
everything his youth would allow�even if the blonde didn�t know it himself just
yet. Thinking back on their time together in school, Harry smiled. Everything
was simple. Thrown together in coincidence and kept together in secrecy�it was
like a story. It was�amazing�.most of the time. But still�there was no denying
the nature of the boy Harry had so haphazardly handed his heart to. They were
so young�and there were no guarantees that Draco would not become bored. Harry
noticed how they looked at Draco. Men�women. If Draco noticed, he said nothing
of it�and that made them want him even more. He did not doubt the words of affection
spoken to him on those many nights curled together in his room at school. He
did not doubt that Draco loved him. He *knew* he loved Draco. So what was the
problem�right? The problem was Harry�s love and how different it was from
Draco�s. Neither could be called greater than the other�yet in nature they were
impossibly different. Harry loved with every fiber in him�right to his core,
like a blanket � lightweight and warm, enveloping and strong. Draco�s love was
intense � it bore down hard and managed to break in places whatever it hit.
Harry had no doubts that Draco had it in him to be devoted. But would he be
happy? And if so�for how long? Harry wasn�t so sure he was up to the task of
taming the dragon himself. It seemed so easy to want to save him from a life
and marriage that was wrong in every imaginable way. But to save him from the
world? Was it saving or simply selfishness?

Harry Potter was a
good man. He wanted the best for those he cared for. This was the first time in
Draco�s life where the boy could be himself and not want to throw himself off
of a bridge. Was he not allowed some time out in the world to see what he
really wanted? If so�why was he still there? Money was no object, why was he
still in Harry�s little flat?

Harry Potter made a
decision. If he wanted Draco to be happy with him�if he wanted to be with him
without the constant threat of heartbreak�he had to let him go. Draco certainly
wasn�t going to go himself�for whatever reasons. Harry realized that Draco
would never be happy having never seen the world. Eventually it would get to
him�eventually he would leave him. It was already starting. He could see it.
Draco was always busy�but he loved every minute of it, and it was only a matter
of time before something or someone piqued his interest. As much as it pained
him, Harry didn�t want to be the reason Draco missed out on all the
possibilities life had to offer him. If what Draco really wanted was Harry�he
would be back�someday.

Harry Potter rose out
of bed to prepare for the first quidditch game of his season.

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Later in the evening, after catching his first
professional snitch and a short celebration, Harry returned home. He put his
hand to the doorknob and began to turn�but then he stopped. Was that laughter?
It was. But it wasn�t Draco�s. Opening the door and stepping inside, Harry let
his eyes roam around his living room. There were papers strewn about and a few
stray beer bottles adorning the coffee table. The laughter was currently coming
from the kitchen.

Harry rounded the corner to peer inside. The
first thing he saw was a shock of long black hair and he scowled. Michael. Of
course. The man was leaning back with his elbows resting on the counter.
Peering further he saw Draco leaning against the opposite counter. Harry was
shocked. He had on jeans. Harry didn�t even know Draco owned jeans. The boy was
quite delectable standing there barefoot with his hair tied back into a short
and messy ponytail. His shoulders were bared due to the white undershirt he
wore. The blonde noticed Harry and smiled at him.

�Harry�you�re home�how did it go? Did you
catch the snitch?�

�Oh�yeah. We won.�

Draco smiled again. �Good to hear. Sorry about
the mess�I�ll clean it�we were just getting some work done.� Harry noticed
Draco�s obvious aversion to the word clean.

Stepping fully into view, as here was now no
point in hiding, Harry let his eyes scan the rest of the room. There, sitting
on the floor and leaning against the refrigerator was Andrew�Michael�s
boyfriend. He smiled up at Harry and made a small �hello� gesture with his
hand. Harry returned it and the room was quiet for mentment before Michael
turned his attention to Draco.

�So, dinner tomorrow night. Try not to be
late�I heard this guy is a complete asshole, but we can certainly use him.�

Harry had no clue what they were talking about
but he saw Draco nod. The blonde then ushered the other two men out of the
apartment after they said their goodnights. He began picking up papers and
bottles absent mindedly before turning to Harry.

�Harry, do you own a suit?�

Harry blinked, surprised by the question.
�Yeah�why do you ask?�

�Well, I though you might like to come with me
tomorrow night. It�s a business thing, and Michael knows more about all this
than I do. I think I might feel better with you there. Not to mention the man
we�re meeting is a muggle and you�re a bit more familiar with them. Are you
busy tomorrow night around seven?�

�No�I suppose that would be okay.�

Draco smiled. �Good then.�

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The following night,ry ary and Draco stepped
into an extremely posh restaurant to find Michael waiting. He looked frantic.

�Where have you been? The old bastard has been
griping at me for nearly half an hour!�

Harry opened his mouth to k, bk, but Draco
beat him to it. �Sorry about that. If I�m not mistaken, it�s precisely seven pm. I wasn�t aware he�d be here early.�

Michael took a breath and continued speaking
as the three of them walked towards their table. �Well�there�s more. He only
speaks French. His secretary *forgot* to mention this to me.�

Harry started to speak. �But we don�t��

Before he could finish they had arrived at the
table and Draco extended his hand to the man of about sixty already sitting
down.

�C'est un plaisir pour vous rencontrer. Je suis d�sol�
vous avoir gard� l'attente. Avez-vous command� d�j� le vin?�

(It�s a pleasure to
meet you, I�m sorry to have kept you waiting. Have you already ordered wine?)

Harry felt his mouth drop open. Since when did Draco speak
French? He didn�t even know. As he dazedly found his seat, he heard Michael
speak.

�Pouvoir je sugg�re
le Ch. Mouton Rothschild 2000 Pauillac, c'est tr�s plein, tr�s
excellent.�

(May I suggest the Ch.
Mouton Rothschild 2000 Pauillac, it is very full,
very excellent.)

Harry bit his lip to keep from screaming. He felt stupid. He
felt embarrassed. He wanted to go home. He vaguely noticed the old man speaking
to him, but he didn�t understand, so it wasn�t like it mattered. He heard Draco
answer for him before he cast Harry an apologetic glance. The rest of dinner
crept by with Harry poking at his food and counting the minutes until he could
go home. Draco must have noticed his discomfort because he felt the boy�s hand
on his own under the table. Draco gave his hand a small squeeze and offered him
a brief smile. When he was finished, he let his hand remain t. Th. The old man
cast the two of them a glance, seemingly keen on what was going on. He
addressed Draco.

�Malfoy de monsieur.. Je suis homme
de beaucoup d'ann�es. Il y a peu de choses que je
veux. Vous �tes un tr�s beau gar�on... mais je sens un ruthlessness dans vous
qui pourrait �tre mauvais pour ma sant�.�

(Mister Malfoy, I am a
man of many years. There are few things I want. You are a very beautiful boy...
but I sense a ruthlessness in you that could be bad for malthalth.)

Harry noticed Draco raise an eyebrow and he couldn�t help
but wonder what the man said. Before he could ask, the old man continued.

�Est-ceci votre gar�on?�

(Is this your boy?)

Harry felt Draco�s hand tighten almost painfully around his
own. He was beginning to get concerned before Draco spoke.

�Je ne le poss�de pas. ..he n'est pas un objet.�

(I do not own him...he
is not an object.)

The old man�s brow quirked as well while Michael rubbed his
temples in obvious frustration.

�Alors je le prends vous ne me laisserez pas. ..borrow...him
un peu?�

(Then I take it you
will not let me...borrow...him for a while?)

Draco dropped his hand and fixed an icy glare on the man. �J'ai
dit d�j� qu'il n'est pas un objet. Je pense � peine que telles questions sont
pertinentes � notre raison pour rencontrer. Si n'avez rien d'importance pour
dire, ma pr�sence est non plus longue n�cessaire ici.�

(I have already said
he is not an object. I hardly think such matters are pertinent to our reason
for meeting. If you have nothing of importance to say, my presence is no longer
needed here.)

Before he knew what was going on, Draco stood and motioned
for him to do the same. The man had a small smirk on his face while Michael
looked noticeably upset. Draco turned to Michael and spoke in English.

�Charge all of this to me. Make sure Mr. Bellmont gets back
to his hotel without breaking a hip. We�re leaving. This man is of no interest
to me.� His eyes were flashing dangerously.

�Whatever that man
said to Draco must�ve been pretty bad� Harry thought because the deal was
obviously important to Michael and he didn�t try to stop them from leaving.

Once the duo made it back to the flat after a very tense and
quiet journey home, Harry turned to Draco wanting answers and still quite upset
over feeling embarrassed about dinner.

�D�wha�what
did that man say to you?�

Draco�s w fuw furrowed at the mention of it. �It was nothing to worry about. He was a
simian�nothing more.�

Harry
flew over to him, incensed. �That is such bullshit. Whatever he said obviously
pissed you off and it�s bad enough that I couldn�t understand a damn word that
was being said to or about me. Jesus Draco, I didn�t even know you spoke
French! Do you even know how stupid I felt sitting there silent all night? I
want to know what he said to you!�

After
a few moments, Draco still had said nothing, so Harry continued with his rant.
�And Michael! I will bet every cent I own that he *knew* he only spoke French!�

Draco
finally spoke. �What is that supposed to mean? Do you think he did it just to
embarrass you? Why would he do something like that?� He poked his finger at
Harry�s chest. �You�re paranoid Harry.�

Harry
slapped Draco�s finger away from him. �He wants you.�

Draco
scoffed and ed aed against the wall. �Of course he does. I�m essential to his
budding career.�

Harry
crossed his arms over his chest. �No Draco�he *wants* you.�

Draco
made a small noise in the back of his throat and his eyes grew, but only
slightly. If Harry weren�t so trained in his reactions, it might have gone
unnoticed. However, in a split second, Draco reverted back to his usual cool
demeanor.

�I
told you Harry�you�re paranoid.�

This
time it was Harry who poked a finger at Draco. �Well if I�m so paranoid, then
tell me what was said at dinner!�

Draco�s
eyes narrowed to slits and he grabbed Harry by the wrist. �Do you want to know?
He wanted to *buy* you Harry! He wanted me to *lease* you to him in exchange
for his business. Like a whore.�

Harry�s
eyes bulged and there was silence for a few moments before he couldn�t help it
and let out a disgusted. �Eww.�

This
seemed to break the tension somewhat and Draco smirked. �You wanted to know.�
He released Harry�s wrist.

Harry
rubbed the area, as Draco�s grip had been painfully tight. �Thank you then�for
leaving. For standing up for me. Really though�that seems�rude.�

�Indeed.�

Harry
sighed. �But Draco�I really was uncomfortable tonight. Please don�t ever do
that to me again.�

Draco
returned the sigh. �Honestly Harry, had I known I wouldn�t have brought you. I
never told you I spoke French because it never came up. My name is ch.�ch.�

�I
thought your name was Latin.�

�Draco
is Latin. Malfoy is French.� Draco smirked. �It means �bad faith�. Did the
French really bother you that much Harry?�

Harry
absently ran a hand through his hair. �Not the French itself�just being the
only one who didn�t speak it. To tell you the truth I actually kind of like it.
It�s�..interesting.�

Draco
quirked his brow. �Oh?� He stepped closer to Harry. �Vous aimez que les
fran�ais vous font Arry?�

(You like the French do you, Harry?)

Harry
blushed and stepped back. �Really now, that�s just mean.�

Draco moved closer until he was flush with the other boy. He
leaned into his ear and whispered, his voice like liquid satin. �Aimez-vous
ceci. ..do vous comme ma voix dans votre Oreille Arry?�

(Do you like this�do
you like my voice in your ear Harry?)

It made Harry�s skin tingle. The words seem to solidify and
coat him, warm and icy at the same time. Before he could reply, he felt Draco�s
hand on his waist, one of his fingers slipping into his dress shirt to stroke
the skin underneath. His lips were again at Harry�s ear. �Aimez-vous quand je
vous touche?�

(Do you like when I
touch you?)

Harry shuddered and let his head fall back against the wall.
Draco leaned into him again and whispered, this time in English. �Say �oui�
Harry.�

�Oui��Harry did know what that meant, and gods how he wan to to say it. He wasn�t sure what he was saying yes to�but it felt quite
promising. Hadn�t he just decided he would let him go? Did he feel any
different? No. He would let him go�but one thing Harry was now sure of. If he
was going to let Draco go�he was certain he�d leave his mark on him first.
Harry wrapped his fingers in the platinum hair and closed his eyes in complete
surrender.

�Oui�

Draco moved his mouth from Harry�s ear to his neck placing
soft and wet kisses all along the tanned column. Harry could hear and feel him
murmuring onto his skin in between the kisses.

�Vous pensez que je vous endommagerai.�

(You think that I will
hurt you.)

His fingers loosened Harry�s tie and slipped it off before
unbuttoning his shirt with an aching slowness.

�Parfois je veux vous endommager.�

(Sometimes I want to
hurt you.)

Draco�s
kisses moved down and across his collar while his long pale fingers slid
Harry�s shirt off of his shoulders to pool at his elbows. He ceased his
ministrations and stepped back to discard his own tie and shirt with much more
rapidity. When he returned both of them gasped softly at the first skin to skin
contact. Draco recovered first and before long Harry felt more kisses, greater
in intensity, trailing down his jaw and neck.

�Nous sommes si jeunes. ..there est beaucoup de . ... ..to
apprend.�

(We are so
young...there is much to see...to learn.)

From his viewpoint, Harry could see the head of platinum
hair dragging down his chest as it rose and fell, each breath a little quicker
than the last. He could feel Draco�s chin as it skimmed down his chest and
stomach, the boy�s smooth skin dusting over and sending electric currents all
throughout him.

�Pour le moment ceci fera. ..I pour ainsi faire l'amour pour
vous toucher.�&nbs

(For now this will
do...I do so love to touch you.)

A kiss was planted onto his stomach and grey eyes cast a
glance upward to meet his own.

�J'aime vous toucher ici..�

(I love to touch you
here...)

Draco was on his knees now. His hands wrapped around Harry�s
legs and ran upward, skimming over muscular thighs. Elegant fingers gripped the
sides of Harry�s legs while two wandering thumbs ran inward to stroke the
crease between pelvis and thigh.

�Et ici��

(And here�)

The sinful fingers continued their teasing, moving up and
wrapping around Harry�s hips. Draco gripped tightly and lifted the hips off the
wall and up and back again.

�Et ici��

(And here�)

He began to unfasten his belt. Hands once shaky and hesitant
now nimble and sure. With the belt divested and slacks unfastened, Draco slowly
pulled them down letting his touch linger every few seconds. His words were
quick and breathless.

�Vous n'a pas d'id�e que je dis. ..yet vous l'appr�ciez si.
..what l'est? C'est les mots que vous �tes s'ignorant de?�

(You have no idea what
I am saying...yet you enjoy it so...what is it? Is it the words you are so
ignorant of?)

Harry threw his head back. His grip on the hair tangled in
his fingers tightened. The sensation was too much�it enflamed him and reduced
him to ash. But the words�they seredered the ash to nothingness. At that
moment, Harry couldn�t have remembered his own name had he been asked. Draco
continued to speak the words Harry didn�t understand, but didn�t need to, as he
flattened his palms to run them up from Harry�s arousal and over his stomach
and chest.

�Ma voix?�

(My voice?)

Draco curled his fingers so that his nails could rake along
Harry�s skin as heggedgged them down again, all the time whispering.

�Mes doigts?�

(My fingers?)

Again Harry felt his hips lifted, and he bit his lip. Draco
smirked up at him and dipped his tongue into his navel causing Harry to whimper
with what would have been a scream if he hadn�t bit his lip.

�Ma langue?�

(My tongue?)

His legs no longer able to support him, Harry slid down the
wall and was again eye to eye with the predatory Draco who removed his glasses
and whispered into his ear.

�Ferez-vous ces sons pour quelqu'un autrement�

(Will you make these
sounds for anyone else?)

He snaked his tongue out to run along the shell of the ear,
eliciting a moan from the betwitched hero.

�Apr�s je suis all�. ..your l�vres ne me trahiront pas. Non,
ces moans m'appartient��

(After I am
gone...your lips will not betray me. No, these moans belong to me...)

Harry�s hands finally left Draco�s hair and ran along his
back to which he made a soft �Hn� noise. Harry propped himself up against the
wall with his legs out before him and Draco straddled across his lap. He leaned
forward to kiss and suck at the pale neck and Draco leaned into him, bracing
himself with one palm against the wall, the other twirling the soft hairs at
the base of Harry�s neck.

With his lips occupied, Harry�s fingers made quick work of
Draco�s slacks and the blonde repositioned himself to allow their dismissal.
Harry placed him back in his original position and looked up at him.

�Come here.�

Draco moved forward and soon had to be braced by Harry�s
hands to keep from falling back down. His hips thrust forward on their own
accord and his head lolled back. Harry stopped briefly, needing to speak.

�Keep talking�

At that point, Draco wasn�t even entirely sure what he was
saying, but since Harry couldn�t decipher it�it hardly mattered. Just when he
thought the earth had opened up to swallow him whole, Harry withdrew. After a
low growl of frustration, Draco calmly stood and padded his way to Harry�s
room, Harry only two steps behind him. Once inside the door, Draco turned
around and slipped his fingers inside the band of Harry�s only clothing
left�his boxers. Gripping the material, he pulled forward, yanking the former
Gryffindor into the room and slamming the door behind him.

For the first time that t, tt, their mouths met. The kiss
was instantly deep and fingers skimmed hair and cheek and back and sides.
Within the kiss, the two managed to make their way to the bed and Harry fell
first, onto his back with Draco atop him.

DracDraco attacked his skin once more, tonguing every spot of
flesh his mouth could reach. Harry groped blindly to the side of him at his
bedside drawer. Finding what he was looking for, he swept it out and sat it
aside. Draco eyed the bottle and reached for it, but Harry�s hand stilled him.

�Do you know what��

He didn�t get to finish, as he was cut off by Draco�s scowl.
�It doesn�t take a genius�even though I am one.�

Harry bopped him on the head and laid his head back down to
take slow, deep breaths.

Afterwards, Harry was strangely confident in his decision.
The dragon in his arms needed room, or else his wings may break. This thought
did not replace the sadness or longing that came with it�but Harry finally
understood why there are no cages for dragons�they are not in their nature. A
dragon needs to fly before it can claim a home. Harry pulled his dragon close
to him felt somewhat saddened. He would not, however, change Draco�not for the
world. Running his fingers through the impossibly soft hair once more, he
whispered.

�Fly�and come back home.�

He was startled when he realized that Draco was at least
partially still awake.

�Encore nous sommes ici... o� rien n'est diff�rent... et
rien n'est pareil��

(Again we are here...
where nothing is different... and nothing is the same...)

�Maybe we should talk
now�� Harry thought and cast one more glance down on the face that was so
peaceful right before sleep. �No�it can
wait until tomorrow��

Harry Potter drifted into an easy sleep.

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TBC

I love you�.don�t kill me. *points up* *I* want to have sex
like that�..

Please review, Love and Kisses,

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