Goodbye My Lover

A/N: If enough people like the idea I might write a 2nd part. I have two ideas, one happy and the other not so much. So reviews and opinions are greatly appreciated.

Goodbye My Lover

"Come here," Harry smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed, seductively beckoning his lover with a single finger.

Draco smirked as he slowly started to walk towards the bed, stopping arms length away from Harry to kick off his loafers.

"You're late," Harry said as he reached out to grasps the other man's hands, pulling him towards him gently. He wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and rested his head against Draco's cloth covered stomach.

"Sorry," Draco whispered huskily, looking down at the mop of dark locks.

"I'm just glad you're here, it was a hard day." Harry's words were muffled by the blonde's shirt.

"I'm here now." Draco ran his hand through Harry's silky hair, trying to memorize the way it felt in his palm, the slight hint of fruit scented shampoo that seemed to filled his nostrils, the way Harry sighed as he messaged his scalp gently.

"I need you," Harry whispered as his hands went to work on the thin belt around Draco's trousers. Sliding the zip down before pushing them to the ground all together.

Draco stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way before stepping back towards Harry.

"I can't wait to see you, fell you all around me, inside me, I've craved it all day." Harry said and Draco could feel the brunette's smile against his stomach.

Harry unbuttoned Draco's shirt before standing up. He kissed the other man's jaw, slowly moving to his mouth. He ran his hands up the hard stomach before coming to his broad shoulders. He moved to push the shirt off but firm hands stopped him.

"No," Draco said sternly, moving Harry's hands back to his waist.

Harry gave him a puzzled look before kissing him gently on the mouth.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, kissing his neck now.

"Nothing," Draco said with an air of cold distance that Harry hadn't heard in awhile.

He pushed the strong chest away, stepping back to look into the grey blue eyes of the man he silently loved.

"I think it's something," Harry said skeptically.

"Well thinking never has been your strong point, has it now Potter."

Harry mouth fell open and his eyes glassed over.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Malfoy." he spat, looking the blonde up and down.

Draco sighed, closing his eyes as Harry's voice saying "Malfoy" seemed to be on repeat in his head. He never wanted to be 'Malfoy' to his lover again. But another voice, this one sounding remarkable like his father, told him he knew he would be.

"I'm sorry," Draco said, finally opening his eyes as he moved toward Harry.

"I just had a bad day as well, I didn't mean it." he walked towards the other again.

"You know I think you're brilliant." he whispered when he was finally close enough to grasp his love's waist.

Harry smiled, "You're forgiven, this time anyway. Now shuck the shirt so we can get this night started."

Draco ignored him, pushing Harry onto the bed as he crashed their lips together fiercely.

Harry moaned, partly from Draco's weight falling down on him, but mostly from the pure bliss of having Draco's soft lips against his, their tongues battling for dominance.

Draco's hands roamed over Harry's body, leaving no skin untouched, his mouth going from his neck to his mouth and back again.

Harry sighed, running his hands up Draco's chest before once again moving to slide Draco's shirt from his shoulder but yet again strong hands grabbed his, moving them this time to the blonde's erection.

"Harry," Draco moaned as the hand on his shaft tightened slightly, stroking slowly, pausing only to gather the pre-cum that formed on the tip.

Harry arched his back, pushing his erection against Draco's thigh. The blonde smirked, moving his own hand to Harry's painfully hard shaft.

Harry moaned, pushing into the slender hand, urging his lover to go faster.

"So needy," Draco smirked, speeding up his hand insufficiently causing Harry to groan loudly.

"Don't tease me."

"Oh but it's so much fun." Draco chuckled as Harry forcefully flipped them over.

"You think so, huh." Harry smiled at Draco as he stared affectionately into the silver blue eyes that haunted his dreams every night.

Draco smiled back, not his normal Prince of Slytherin smirk, but a real honest to Merlin smile.

"I love you," Harry mumbled for the first time, looking away shyly as his cheeks became the lightest shade of pink.

Draco closed his eyes and for a split second Harry thought he saw a flash of pain cross his face.

"You don't have to say it back." Harry whispered when he saw Draco open and close his mouth like a fish out of water.

When Draco didn't say anything Harry reached for the collar of his shirt, slowly starting to slide it off. Draco simply closed his eyes tight as his entire body tensed.

"What's the matter?" Harry mumbled, his cool breath ghosting across Draco's neck "I still want you. I know you don't feel the same but I can't help it. Merlin knows I've tried, tried to stop thinking about you, stop wanting you but it, this, just feels so right. Why fight a feeling that is so obviously meant to be. I just want you to know that even if you never feel this intense longing for me like I do you, it's okay, I'll still love you."

Draco desperately tried to control his breathing, praying to whatever deity would listen that Harry didn't notice the pounding in his chest. Harry kissed the blonde's neck one last time before pulling back to look at him, he stared at his beautiful face before moving to his pale chest, tracing the subtle muscles with his fingers.

"Make love to me." Harry whispered, "I need you."

Against his better judgment Draco didn't waste anytime in preparing Harry, moving his fingers into his tight entrance, stretching him gently.

Harry was moaning, pushing his hips up expectantly.

"Please," he gasped.

Draco took a deep breath, to calm his nerves as well as his conscious, before his pushed in slowly.

"Oh God," he whimpered, the familiar heat engulfing his aching arousal.

"Yes," Harry hissed, wrapping his legs around the slender waist, pressing his heels down gently, urging Draco to move.

"Harry," Draco called out, throwing his head back as he pulled out quickly before thrusting in again, rotating his hips, desperately seeking that spot.

Harry ran his hands over Draco's back, feeling the smooth, hot skin, glistening with sweat. He eyes roamed over the body that he had gotten so accustom to over the last year.

At the exact moment that something caught his eye, Draco found that little spot inside of him that made him scream and writhe in pleasure. Even with his will power urging him not to, he came all over his chest, calling out Draco's name as he did.

Draco looked down at the emerald eyed man's face contorted in raw pleasure and he too came. He thrust a few more times before collapsing onto his lover, urgently searching for the covers.

Harry's eyes narrowed as he grabbed the man's arms cruelly.

"Don't bother," he spat, his eyes trained on Draco's forearm. The black snake slither slightly and Harry glowered.

"Harry," Draco said sadly, his heart aching in his pounding chest as he watched his lover's eyes fill with tears.

"Why?" Harry asked, looking up at Draco, his eyes gleaming with what Draco knew was hurt and betrayal.

"What," Draco said angrily, yanking his arm away. "You're telling me you didn't see this coming?"

"No I bloody well fucking didn't." Harry yelled, unsuccessfully trying to keep in the sob that was violently trying to escape his throat.

"It's who I am," Draco said simply as he grabbed his school shirt.

"No," Harry shook his head fiercely, "it's not."

"Don't be naive Harry, this was great while it lasted but we're at war. Did you really think I would give up everything for this." he motioned between them.

Harry's face twisted in anger.

"Fuck you Malfoy." Harry spat with disgust, climbing out of bed and taking a step back, trying to put distance between them.

"Back to Malfoy now is it." Draco chuckled evilly, turning to look at the slightly shorter man.

"That's who you are right now, this thing, isn't my Draco,"

The affectionate way Harry said his name almost crumbled his facade. His voice so full of love, devotion, he smoke it as if it were a prayer. Or better yet, an answer to one.

"Don't be like this." Draco said, his voice softer this time.

"Like what? I love you and you betrayed me." Harry said, moving back until he rested against the back wall, afraid his legs would fail him any second.

"I never claimed to love you." Draco said, his face a mask of indifference.

"He's trying to kill me and you'd help him if he ordered it, wouldn't you?" Harry asked, but if he was honest with himself, he really didn't want to know the answer.

Draco just looked at the ground, pretending he didn't hear the question.

"Answer me!" Harry yelled, stalking towards Draco slowly.

"Tell me baby, do you fuck him as well?" Harry chuckled, reaching down and squeezing Draco's soft shaft cruelly. Draco cringed but didn't answer.

"Does your Lord use you like I did, does he fuck that pretty little arse of yours."Harry pushed Draco onto the bed before climbing on top of him, straddling his hips.

"Is that your master plan? To play the sex toy for both side so that no matter the out come, you come out on top? Well I guess that's true Malfoy instinct for you, isn't it." Harry shook his head, chuckling lightly.

Draco looked at him as if he had gone mad, but still didn't say anything. Harry looked him in the eyes, the tears returning.

"You'll regret this someday Draco, once I've long forgotten you, when I've given all the love that could have so easily been yours to another, I hope you remember this day. I hope you look at your miserable existence and think about what could have been. I hope images of me with another plague your mind as you sit in your cell in Azkaban for being a treacherous traitor." Harry leaned down and softly pressed his lips to Draco's for one last kiss as tears fell from his eyes, running down his cheeks and onto Draco's face.

It ended to soon as he pulled back, pausing to stare into teary blue eyes full of agony and regret before climbing off the plush bed.

"Goodbye Draco," Harry whispered before disappearing, leaving the blonde to cry alone on the bed they had made love on so many times before.