Nothing is what it seems

Relatively quick update. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far. And if you haven't --> shame on you.

The next, and possibly last, chapter should be up pretty soon.

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Draco stayed in the hospital wing for the rest of that day and Harry waited loyally with him. They did not talk much but just enjoyed the time sat with each other. When Madam Pomfrey interrupted to say that he could now leave, Harry could not help but feel slightly disappointed. It was not that he wanted Draco to stay there, it was just that he was enjoying spending time with him without the paranoia that somebody might see them. He looked at Draco and saw that he did not seem bothered. In fact, he looked thrilled at being able to leave. Although when Harry thought about it, he could see why. It couldn’t have been much fun to sit in a hospital bed all day, being fed numerous potions. Once they had left the hospital wing, Draco turned to Harry.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Draco said.

“Wha…where are you going?” Harry asked, taken back by the abrupt goodbye.

Draco hesitated before replying. “Dumbledore’s office. I want to know where my father is.”

“Oh…ok. Do you want me to come?” Harry asked.

“No. You go and get some dinner or something.” With this, Draco turned around and walked away. Harry could not help but feel worried. He didn’t know how badly Draco would take it if something had happened to Lucius. He was never close to him, like he was his mother, but he seemed to feel guilty that he had got away and Lucius had not. Deciding to act upon Draco’s suggestion, he took off in the direction of the Great Hall.

Once he had entered the hall, he quickly scanned Gryffindor table for a sighting of Ron and Hermione. On seeing them, he headed over to join them.

“Harry! Where have you been? We have been so worried!” Hermione exclaimed, standing up and giving him an extremely enthusiastic hug which knocked his glasses sideways. Straightening them, he smiled and greeted his friends. He sat down, and began to load his plate, only just realising how hungry he was. He tried to cobble some kind of story together about where he had been, to which Hermione gave him a sardonic look. She tried to argue with him, but he did not respond. He figured that the more he lied, the more chance there would be of him slipping up and telling them something he wasn’t supposed to.

When they had finished eating, they left the hall, Hermione still nagging at him. He gave Ron an exasperated glance, who grinned.

“Look, Hermione. Give it a rest ok?” Ron told her. At this point, Hermione turned her attention from Harry and started to moan at Ron instead. Harry was relieved that she had finally stopped hassling him. Once they had entered the common room, Harry slipped upstairs before Hermione could remember about him. Lying on his bed, he realised it had been just over an hour since he departed with Draco. Possible scenarios of what was happening began to race through his mind. He also dreaded how Draco would react if his father was dead. Harry was pretty sure he would be. After all, he had to face several extremely prepared Aurors. He looked at his marauders map and saw that Draco was still in Dumbledore’s office. Deciding he needed to be there in case Draco received bad news, he left the room and left the common room unnoticed.

*****

Harry stood outside Dumbledore’s office for at least an hour before Draco finally emerged. When Draco saw him, he did not comment on the fact he was there. It was as if he had expected it. The two boys looked at each other for what seemed like hours before Draco spoke.

“He’s dead.” Was all he said. Harry immediately felt his heart sink. In any other circumstance, he would have only been too pleased to here that Voldemort’s most loyal follower was no longer alive. However, knowing that this information could potentially set Draco back, it was the last thing he had wanted to hear.

“Are you ok?” Harry asked him, his face paling.

Draco nodded.

“It’s not your fault, you know.” Harry told him, reassuring him before Draco had the chance to question it.

“I know.” Draco said quietly. “At first, I felt guilty because I realised that he died to save me. And I had always regarded him as someone who didn’t care. So I thought that perhaps it was my fault that we were never close. But then I realised that it wasn’t because he didn’t care. It was because his number one priority was the Dark Lord.” He stated.

“That’s right.” Harry affirmed.

Suddenly, they heard someone approaching. Harry quickly took his arm off of Draco’s, not being able to remember when he had put it on there in the first place. Ron and Hermione appeared. When they saw Harry, they began to walk towards him.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Ron asked threateningly.

“Oh don’t worry, Weasel. I wouldn’t ask for anything from you. I know you’re too poor to afford anything anyway.”

Harry felt helpless. He could not possibly defend Draco because they were supposed to be enemies. But how could he just stand there and watch him be verbally attacked. Also, wouldn’t it appear weird to Ron and Hermione if he did not defend them? Not being able to say anything, he merely watched.

“You’re pathetic, Malfoy. Just go away.” Hermione added.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m going.” Draco responded coolly, giving both Ron and Hermione a spiteful look. As he walked away, Harry had an overwhelming urge to follow him.

“What was that about?” He asked them.

“What?” Ron asked, looking genuinely confused.

“He didn’t exactly provoke you, did he.” Harry said this as more of a statement than a question. He tried not to appear angry, but he wasn’t succeeding.

“What’s your problem?” Ron asked him. Harry mumbled something about needing to go to the library and left without another word. Ron and Hermione watched him depart, sharing their bemusement. Once he was out of their sight, Harry quickened his pace so that he could find Draco. He eventually ended up running and he caught him up in the corridor.

“Wait!” Harry called after him. Draco slowed down and turned around, looking surprised. “I’m sorry about what happened back there. I told them exactly what I thought about it.” He told them.

“But they’re your friends.” Draco said, looking a bit taken back.

“I don’t care.” Harry responded, trying to catch his breath.

Draco looked shocked but pleased nevertheless. Harry figured he was probably not used to being put first. Harry pushed Draco up against the wall and looked into his eyes. He could feel Draco’s hot breath caressing his face and suddenly wanted to kiss him. However he tried to restrain himself. The moment was so intense but neither boy broke it. As Harry stood there, pressed up to Draco, he could feel himself becoming increasingly aroused. Draco, noticing his arousal, smiled and suggested that they go to the room of requirement. Harry’s heart almost skipped a beat when the other boy said that. However, he just smiled and began to lead the way. Once they reached the room of requirements, Harry required a room that he was sure Draco would like. He concentrated as he walked past the entrance three times until a door handle appeared. Draco pushed past him to enter the room and Harry followed.

As the boys entered the room, Draco let out an audible gasp and Harry smiled. After briefly enjoying Draco’s reaction, he looked around the room to observe it himself. The walls were a magnificent green colour with a gorgeous cream carpet. The room was much bigger than last time. There was a bed towards the back of the room, with a shiny white bedspread. At the front of the room was a sofa with several cushions. The room had a homely look to it and, although the colours were undeniably Slytherin, Harry was also in awe of the room. He threw himself on the sofa and looked at the portraits.

“Much better than last time.” Draco commented.

Harry snorted, stood up and walked up behind him. He wrapped his arms around Draco and kissed the back of his neck gently. Draco squirmed with pleasure and brought his head back slightly. He reached his arm behind him, to touch the top of Harry’s head. He then spun around so that they were facing each other.

“I’ve been waiting too long for this.” Was all Harry said before initiating a passionate kiss. As he kissed him, he stroked the side of his face slowly, matching the rhythm of the kiss. Draco leant in to his touch and traced his fingers through his hair. They gradually edged their way over to the bed, Harry leading Draco by the hand. They did not open their eyes once and were only aware that the bed was next to them when they felt it brushing their knees. Harry pushed Draco on the bed and eagerly crawled on top of him.

As they kissed, they undressed each other until they were only wearing their boxers. As they kissed, Harry became more and more aroused, until his penis throbbed painfully. He moaned and gasped as Draco rubbed it gently. As they kissed, Draco brought his body up slightly to rest his own erection against Harry’s leg, to show him how aroused he was. This only awakened more desire in Harry and he knew that if something was not done about it soon, he would not last. He had been parted from Draco for a long time now, and he was longing for him.

Harry brought his fingers down to the hem of Draco’s boxers without breaking the kiss, to signal that he wanted to take it a step further. At this point, both boys removed their boxers and Harry reached for the container of lubricant that was waiting for them. He applied the amount of lubricant necessary, to both himself and Draco before pushing into the other boy. As Harry thrust in, he felt a shiver run down his spine. He began to thrust in and out, too aroused to set himself at a slow tempo. Draco groaned and writhed in pleasure. With each moan that Draco gave, Harry felt himself thrusting harder. Draco was beginning to shout now, but Harry had too much blood rushing through his head to hear him clearly. He was so overwhelmed by his approaching orgasm that he began to shout as well. He looked down to see that Draco has started to rub his own erect penis, and immediately knocked his hand away, replacing it with his own. Not being able to hear or see anything, he closed his eyes and began to thrust even faster, pumping Draco at the same time. As he came, he couldn’t help but shout even louder, although he had no idea of what he was saying. He could also vaguely hear Draco shouting, but he seemed so far away. He also felt a warm liquid slash on his stomach and began to thrust more slowly as his orgasm washed over him

As his orgasm left him, he slumped down on Draco. He was panting heavily and his forehead was clammy from the sweat. Although they had had sex many times during the time that they had had feelings for each other, it had never been as good as that. Harry supposed it was probably because it had been so long since the last time, so they both had a great amount of sexual desire stored within them. Once they had both almost recovered, Draco leant down and kissed Harry’s forehead. They laid like this for ages, Harry’s head on Draco’s chest. Harry began to feel himself fall asleep but did not fight it.

*****

When he woke up, he could feel Draco tracing light circles on his back. Smiling, he brought his gaze up to meet his. Harry felt so comfortable. He asked a question that had been on his mind for a while now.

“Is it always going to be like this?” He asked Draco.

“Like what?” Draco asked, confused.

“Pretending to hate each other before sneaking off to the room of requirement?”

“You agreed that this would be best. You didn’t want anyone to know, either.” Draco reminded him. “What about the newspapers? They would be all over the place.”

“I don’t care about that.” Harry stated firmly. “All I care about…is you. What’s stopping us? Your father can’t stop us.” Harry told him, trying not to appear insensitive. “Do you love me?”

“I told you I do.” Draco said quietly.

“So what’s the problem then?” Harry asked.

“How would we tell people? Everyone in Gryffindor hates me, and I can assure you that you are no favourite amongst the Slytherins.” Draco told him.

“I know. But I don’t want to hide it anymore. Are you ashamed of me?” Harry asked.

“Who said anything about shame?” Draco looked shocked at Harry’s question. “It’s just that I have a place in Slytherin. If I’m with you, I lose my place. It’s not like in Gryffindor where everyone is friends with everybody else. In Slytherin, your friends are based on power.”

“Well, they don’t sound like friends to me.” Harry stated.

Draco shrugged. “You get used to it. It’s just the way it is.”

“A Slytherin isn’t who you are.” Harry told him. “It shouldn’t control your life.”

Draco was silent as he thought about this. After a substantial length of silence he spoke again.

“Ok, we’ll do it.”

Harry brought his head up and shifted himself upwards so that he met Draco’s face. He realised, however, that Draco was not as thrilled as he was. He kissed him hard.

“It’ll be ok. I promise.”