Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: Ok, there isn't a lot of dialogue in this chapter. Sorry about that, but I needed to move the story along a bit. I know it looks like a big chunk of text, but I hope it's still interesting. I had fun writing this chapter. I hope you all enjoy it.

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The Spies Who Loved & Hated Me

Harry continued to meet with Draco over the next several weeks. His help with finding the right spell book for the Summoning had been invaluable. But it wasn’t just that. Harry found that he enjoyed Draco’s company, when he wasn’t being a complete ass. Draco could actually be pretty funny when he wanted to. Away from his Slytherin cronies, Draco was much more relaxed. They talked about things. Draco had confided that if it wasn’t for his father, he would want to be an Auror. Harry had been surprised at this. He had always thought Draco to be a mindless carbon copy of Lucius.

He also confided his fear of becoming a Death Eater. Lucius’s tentacles still reached out from Azkaban. Narcissa was still constantly reminding him of his family duty. Draco was not too keen on the idea. He was trying to figure out ways to get out it. He jokingly told Harry, “you had better beat Voldemort before they get that Mark on me”. They had both laughed themselves silly over that. In the darkness of their clandestine meetings, they shared drugs, drinks, fears, secrets, plans, joyous moments and eventually their hearts.

Hogsmeade became a favorite haunt of theirs on weekends. The village, full of nooks and crannies, drew them like moths to a flame. A couple of extra coins to a tavern owner, and a special room with no questions asked, were theirs for a few hours. Their partnership, the great Harry Potter and the son of one of the most famous convicted Death Eater, wagged many tongues. Many thought the idea romantic. A forbidden secret love, midnight trysts in a snow covered chalet outside an enchanted castle, passionate sex and dark magical plans; what could be less romantic?

Their meetings didn’t occur as often as either of them would have liked. They both had Quidditch, which Harry was suddenly less than enthusiastic about. He often showed up late or left early, telling the team to do as they wished. Ron finally took on a co-captain title. He told the team that Harry didn’t really need to practice all that much. He knew his job and had been on the team longer than all of them. He deserved a bit of slack.

Harry didn’t come to the Great Hall as often either. When he did, he hardly ate. Hermione hovered like a balloon over his head, clucking disapproval at every bite not eaten. Harry claimed that he didn’t have much of an appetite anymore, which was true. He didn’t feel sick or anything, but he just wasn’t hungry. He eventually got tired of Hermione’s haranguing, and he forced himself to eat. Draco would watch him from his table, his face grim.

Draco was beginning to grow concerned about Harry and his drug use. Even though he was indulging in it when he was with Harry; Harry used it much more than he did. Draco only used them if Harry asked, which wasn't that often. Harry seemed to respect his wishes to not use drugs all of the time. But apparently Harry was getting way out of control with them. He had heard talk that Harry was missing Quidditch practices. His Housemates chalked it up to his failure to catch the snitch and was now intimidated by Draco. But Draco knew better. He knew that Harry was probably asleep in the Room of Requirement or somewhere in Hogsmeade getting high.

Draco was concerned about the drugs because of the spells they were casting. Mixing dark magic and drugs could only be a recipe for disaster. The one time he had questioned Harry about the sanity of mixing the two, earned him an ejection from Harry’s room. He had stayed away for two days before he returned to Harry’s side, spouting apologies for doubting him.

Draco had lived in abject misery for those two days. He felt sick knowing that Harry was mad at him. He kept telling himself it was the sex; it was just too good to give up. He wasn’t all the comfortable admitting that he was that strung out on a sexual relationship. No one had ever made him feel the way Harry did. Just one look from Harry and he was ready. The sound of Harry’s voice made his toes curl. The anticipation of seeing him on their nights sent chills down his spine and caused butterflies in his stomach. His touch drove him to panting in wanton lust. He couldn’t let that go.

However, he knew that Harry was getting impatient with him. He had promised that he would allow Harry to enter him, something that he had yet to do. Draco wanted to please Harry very badly, but his fear was keeping him resistant. Draco knew that if he didn’t act soon, he would probably lose Harry to someone else. His mind kept bringing Blaise to the forefront. He knew Blaise would easily accommodate Harry’s wishes. Draco couldn’t let that happen. Harry was his, and no one was going to take him away.

HPDM

Severus Snape was a man that was full of secrets. Living the life of double agent required a certain skill in deception and omissions. It was an art form. One of his secrets that he had kept hidden from his colleagues for a number of years had brought about his second newest secret.

The first one wasn’t that big a deal, but he would have been mortified if anyone knew. Severus Snape, the most feared teacher at Hogwarts, actually enjoyed teaching. It wasn’t always the case, of course. He had been put there at the Dark Lord’s request, and at the time it was a difficult task for him to endure. In those early years, he believed that Lord Voldemort must have been very displeased with him to give him such an assignment.

Over the years, Severus found that he didn’t loathe it as much as he had in the beginning.

He discovered that he found the lives of his students fascinating, which in itself was another sub-secret. He often sat in his potions class and watched them. As a spy, it was his job to listen for information, willingly given or not. He was a sucker for gossip. He was often intrigued by the complicated and often asinine situations his students found themselves. Severus often knew who was cheating on whom before the jilted lover did. He knew about the pregnancies, who got drunk and acted stupid at the party, whose parents had divorced.

It was this spying that landed him with his second secret. He had become obsessed with watching Draco and Potter.

Severus had always kept an eye on Potter for reasons that were obvious. The son of his most hated school rival was an opportunity for revenge too good to miss. He had enjoyed making his life unpleasant. He knew that his hatred of Harry was not rational, but for a long time Severus just couldn’t help it.

He was now keeping an eye on him because of the recent discovery of his possible possession and blood poisoning. Severus had been secretly impressed by the depths of Potter’s cunning and deception over the years, even though it was usually at his expense. He wouldn’t put it past Potter to hide this as well. Lupin may be duped but he was not going to be.

Anyway, on the day his new obsession started, he received one of the biggest shocks of his life. It was a day where he was not really paying too much attention to the class. He was grading first year papers, a horrible task that required his full attention. He happened to glance up and noticed Draco, who was not working on his potion at all. Severus normally wouldn’t have thought twice about it, (he often cut Draco a lot of slack) but something was drawing Draco’s attention from what he was supposed to be doing. He followed Draco’s eyes. They were focused intently on Potter, who was working with Weasley.

Severus wouldn’t normally think this was unusual. What bothered him was the sort of look Draco was giving him. It was not a look of ill will, hatred or malice; something that Draco had in abundance for Potter. It was a look of hunger, longing; a burning desire. Severus watched this with increasing interest and dread. He recalled Draco’s whining about being under the Imperius Curse. Was this what he was referring to?

Severus was not blind to the Gryffindor's magnetic sexual appeal. Severus had his tastes and even though no student had ever seen him with a companion, he preferred men. It had been years since he had a lover, so long now he didn’t even remember his name. He even had a moment of weakness; when he found himself erect watching Potter lick his lips. Severus had been ready to burn his eyes out after that. He now tried to avoid him as much as possible, no doubt causing the Golden Trio much consternation.

Potter seemed oblivious to the attention. But then, the situation became stranger. Did Draco just flick a note to him?? Severus was thunderstruck. Draco looked around the room nervously, checking to see if anyone had noticed. Confident that he was unseen, Draco turned his attention back to the Gryffindor. Severus watched to see Potter's reaction. He hoped that he would get upset or angry, which would be normal to anything Draco did.

Harry had opened the note slowly, read the contents, then put it in his pocket. There was no anger coming from him. Severus frowned. What could be in that note? He swung to look at Draco, who seemed content. Not a word was said between the two. Class ended without any further interruption. Neither boy even looked at one another as they left. This was unheard of…

Severus took to watching them in every class after that. He didn't see any more notes being passed, but something more disturbing occurred that brought him to his current disability.

A week after the note passing incident, he had given instructions for making a new potion. He let them choose their own partners. Draco and Potter weren’t paired of course, but were in very close proximity to one another. Severus watched as Potter left his table to go get ingredients. As he walked past Draco, his god-son reached out and gently caressed Potter's fingers. Severus could see a small smile form on Potter’s mouth.

Nothing short of a hex disguised as surprise and shock would have caused him to cry out as he nearly did. These two emotional responses rarely invaded Severus’s world. He lurched forward, grasping his desk with white knuckled hands. He stood up so fast that he knocked over his ink well and several papers flew to the floor. There was no way on Earth that he could have witnessed such an event. He swooned on his feet, barely able to stay upright. His mind yammering, Draco and Potter were lovers????

“Bloody…I-I-What? Can’t beli-“ His sputtering made him sound like a lunatic.

Several students had stopped to look at him, fear rising quickly. Any sudden movement from Professore Snape could only mean an imminent disaster for someone. It fell on the unfortunate Ravenclaw girl who had just arrived at his desk, asking for clarification of the instructions. His icy black eyes were wide in shock and he immediately took twenty points from their House for disturbing him. The Ravenclaws squawked in protest. He then changed his mind and gave the points back.

Now the whole class was staring, even the Slytherins. In the seven years they had all attended, Professor Snape had never returned points to a student. Professor Snape must have been on the verge of a complete mental breakdown. He then changed his mind again, took the twenty points away from the Ravenclaws, and then took twenty points away from the rest of the Houses, including his own. He glared harshly at them, his eyes resting on Draco. His lips quivered slightly, then with a sweep of his wand, he Vanished all the potions and ingredients.

“Get out! Everyone get out! Class dismissed!” The military would have been proud at the swiftness the order was executed.

Severus had never been so unnerved in his life. Either Draco was under the Imperius or Potter had indeed become some sort of incubus/succubus. Either way was better then the truth. That they had got together on their own was too horrifying a thought.

Ever since that day, Severus never took eyes off of the two. He started following them after classes, trying to see where they went. He stared at them in the Great Hall, wanting to see what kind of interaction was taking place. It seemed every waking moment; he wondered what they were up to. He began making surprise visits to the Slytherin common room, much to the dismay of the students. He was trying to catch Draco on his way out so he could follow him. He took to the grounds at night, walking by the lake, all in the attempt to see them together. He never found them.

Severus’s main reason for spying was of a completely personal nature, even though he would never acknowledge it. He wanted to know how it happened. What was it like to be lovers with your enemy? His childhood enemies, James and Sirius were dead, only Lupin remained. He tried to imagine being involved with any of them during school. Sirius was by far one of the best looking guys in his day, but Severus just couldn’t picture it. His hatred was too all consuming.

Any interaction he witnessed between the two he watched eagerly. He knew he was forming an unhealthy attachment to the teens, but he couldn't help it. The more he tried to stay away, the more he was drawn to them. He was only rewarded with a few significant looks between the pair and an occasional secret smile for his efforts. He needed more; craved it.

He realized he had the perfect opportunity right under his nose the whole time. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t exercised teacher prerogative a long time ago.

Potter skidded in late the very next class.

“Detention, Potter,” came the smug drawl.

Draco’s potion turned the wrong color.

“Detention, Mr. Malfoy. You should know better than that.”

Severus smirked.

The night of the detention, Severus instructed them to scrub out the supply room and re-label the ingredient jars. They were surprised by such a small task, which would only take them about an hour. Snape’s detentions were always at least two hours. Severus then told them he had to go the Forbidden Forest to collect Night Head mushrooms, which only showed up at night. He told them he would be back in about an hour.

Severus made a show to leave the dungeon, and then he doubled back, taking a secret entrance that deposited him in the front of the classroom behind one of the columns. His heart was beating in anticipation at what he hoped he would discover.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of him. They had obviously put a silencing spell on themselves, because Severus couldn’t hear anything. He watched Harry casually lean back against one of the school tables, a lusty glint in his eye. His pulse raced excitedly when Draco kneeled down in front of his dark-haired lover.

When Draco took him into his mouth, Harry threw his head back, moaning, then began running his fingers through the blonde waves. Draco held the boy's hips, moving his head back and forth, sucking hard.

Severus moaned to himself as Harry writhed and grab the back of Draco's head, guiding him. He could only imagine the sound that Potter was making. The pure pleasure on his face told it all. He could tell the boy was ready to cum, because Severus saw his face tense up. Draco was speeding up the pressure and Harry's hips were bucking out of control. When it came, Draco sucked it out of him. Harry was writhing frantically on the table, his mouth open, eyes closed.

Draco stood up and Harry turned around, unbuckling his pants. They both looked around furtively, but continued in their mission. Draco pulled out his swollen member, and entered Harry from behind. He could tell Draco was grunting and that Harry was pushing against Draco. Their pumping went on for several minutes, Severus becoming hypnotized by the rhythm. He wanted so much to be able to hear them. Draco was about to cum, because his speed changed. He became jerky and grabbed Harry hard at the shoulders, driving it home. Draco collapsed on his backside, but then quickly got up. He cast a cleaning spell. Severus hadn't blinked in at least five minutes. He was spent, almost as if he had been the one on the table.

Draco had stood up, and he moved closer to Potter, who grabbed him by the back of the head to kiss him. Their tender caresses lasted for several minutes, each lost in the other. Jealousy burned in Severus’s heart. Not because he wanted either boy, but for what they shared together. What they had overcome to be together was extraordinary.

It was obvious to him that they were very much in love. Draco was running his hand in Harry's hair; he was smirking, giving him a sexy smile. He leaned in and kissed Potter on the neck. Severus had never seen his god-son look so happy. His silver grey eyes shone with love and heartbreaking tenderness; he openly adored Potter. The love was dripping from him. Harry glowed with the same emotion.

Severus was almost overcome with emotion as he watched them. There was no way that this was going to have a happy ending. Draco was going to be shattered when this relationship had to end. Lucius would never stand for this. Narcissa was too afraid of the Dark Lord to go against Lucius, even for her only son's happiness. Potter was marked. His destiny was decided so long ago on that fateful night.

Even if Potter could learn every dark art in the next month, he still wouldn't beat Voldemort. Voldemort had years of plotting, scheming and murder under his belt. Potter was only seventeen years old. And even though he was a powerful wizard, he had never realized his potential.

Then there was the issue of his poisoning. Wizards had gone mad, some had become dark and murderous; others had committed suicide. If an antidote was not found and Harry started showing symptoms, things were going to get nasty very quick.

Why did it have to be Potter? Of all the guys at Hogwarts, why did Draco have to pick him? Severus already knew that answer. No other person, male or female, challenged Draco like Potter did. In theory, Potter was the perfect match for Draco. In practice, it was the worst possible thing that could happen. For all of them.

When Severus re-entered the classroom, both boys were attending to their assignments. Both were the epitome of innocence. If the situation wasn’t so devastatingly heart wrenching, Severus would've have expelled both of them. But he knew he wouldn't do that. He looked at Draco, busy scrubbing a shelf and then at Potter, who was carefully writing labels. The Potions Master, the double agent Death Eater extraordinaire, finally allowed his icy heart to melt.

Let them have their love affair, he mused, perhaps these memories will get them through the days to come.

He let them be.

HPDM

“Harry,” Remus was saying, “you would let me know if anything was wrong, right? I’m worried about you.”

He had spent the last ten minutes explaining the situation to Harry. The teen had taken it all without one word.

“Of course I would let you know, Remus. But honestly, nothing is wrong. I feel fine.”

Remus looked wary. He had also taken to watching Harry without his knowledge. He had seen Harry pick at his meals or skip them completely. He had heard whispers about him missing Quidditch practice and he had been late to his DADA class on more than one occasion in the last few weeks. Harry also looked like he hadn’t slept in a while. There were light shadows under his eyes and he looked like he had dropped a little weight. He had also witnessed Harry snarl at two second years because they had accidentally bumped into him. He had never seen Harry act like that.

A more disturbing thing he had stumbled upon was Harry and Draco. He desperately wanted to ask Harry, but knew he shouldn’t pry. He knew something was going on with the two of them. Surprisingly, Severus had tipped him off. The Potions Master had been acting very strange as well. Severus watched the boys constantly, so Remus had decided to see what had captured his interest. Remus detected Harry’s scent on Draco and vice versa. He also caught Draco staring at Harry during class and in the Great Hall. The look on his face and his body language clearly indicated that he was in love with Harry.

Remus was very worried about this unprecedented situation. Harry and Draco Malfoy? Lucius would raze Azkaban to the ground to escape if he ever found out about his son’s relationship. Knowing Lucius, he would destroy Harry for this. He might not even stop there, Draco would be in danger as well, especially if Voldemort found out about this. What could Harry be thinking?

“Is there anything you want to talk about, Harry? How are your friends? Are you seeing anybody now?” Remus knew he wasn’t exactly subtle, but he just wanted to see if Harry would open up to him.

Harry gave Remus a warm smile. “Nah, there’s nothing really to talk about. I don’t really see Ron or Hermione that much. We all are busy with NEWTS and stuff. I’m not seeing anyone. I don’t really have the time.”

“So this thing with Ginny is over? I have heard differently. She isn’t doing very well from what Molly tells me. They are very worried about her, Harry. How does she interact with you now?”

“Well, she is still very hostile and aggressive, if that’s what you mean. I really try to avoid her as much as possible, which isn’t easy. She still says she wants a relationship, but she is giving me space.”

“I see. So you aren’t seeing anyone else? No new friends or anything?”

Harry shrugged. “Same old people. The Slytherins aren’t prats as much as they used to be. I actually get along with Blaise Zabini. Malfoy’s not as bad either.”

Remus looked at Harry with interest. Well, at least he is opening the door a little. Perhaps in a later conversation, he will be more forthcoming.

“That’s wonderful, Harry. But please, I can’t stress to you enough the importance of letting me know if something is happening with you, OK?”

“Yes, Remus. If anything comes up that I can’t handle, I will let you know.”

Harry left his office. Remus stood behind his desk, watching the retreating figure. He knew that Harry was lying, and not just about Draco. Remus could smell another being on him, in him. Oh, this was going to be a disaster.

HPDM

The beginning of Draco’s worst fear came true the next evening. Harry had come to his room, and they were both working on a potions assignment. Harry had grown bored with the work and was now lounging on his bed. Draco looked up from his desk and watched Harry lazily transfigure his cologne bottle into several different objects. God, he was so sexy…

“Hey, Potter, I was thinking. I want to go get a tattoo. What should I get?”

Harry turned over excitedly. “Really? That’s cool! I can take you to the place where I got it done. It’s in Muggle London. Celeste was great. She’s a witch, but has Muggle customers too. She took me shopping and everything. Hey! We can make a day of it. You ever been to a movie?”

It was hard not getting caught up in Harry’s boyish exuberance.

“No, I’ve never been. I’ve heard about them though. Yeah, we can make a day of it. It sounds like fun.” Draco didn’t know what to make of Harry. He hadn’t sounded that excited in a long time. Most of the time he was brooding and moody. Draco smiled happily. He liked it when Harry was happy.

“When you get the tattoo, make sure it’s something that means a lot to you. Something that will stay with you always. I heard of people that will put a girlfriend or boyfriend’s name on them and break up the next week.” He snorted. “How dumb is that?”

Draco laughed, even though he was actually thinking of putting Harry’s name on him. He was glad he didn’t say that. However, maybe he could get something that would remind him of Harry. Maybe a firebolt or something. He would have to think about it. He wasn’t sure how Harry would take it though. The one thing they never discussed were their feelings for one another. Draco didn’t know what feelings Harry had, if he had any at all. Obviously the sex was great for him too.

“Are you going to stay over there all night? I’m tired as hell. I need to get some sleep.” He yawned.

“You’re still coming down off that high of yours, Potter. You’re always sleepy.”

“Not sleepy enough that I can’t handle your ass. Get over here!”

Draco laughed easily. “Oh you think you’re just gonna come over here and man handle me? I don’t think so, Harry Potter.”

Harry chortled. “Come on, Draco. I got something for ya.” He winked at him.

Draco got up and sauntered over to the bed. He climbed on top of Harry. Harry grabbed him around the waist. Draco leaned over to kiss him and Harry quickly and deftly twisted him around and pinned him. Draco reached up and kissed him again. Harry moved to undo Draco’s pants. He leaned down and kissed Draco’s stomach which was now exposed.

“I think tonight’s the night. You promised.” Harry could feel Draco’s erection poking through his jeans.

Draco’s heart pounded. He could see the intensity in Harry’s eyes. He wasn’t going to take kindly to another rejection. Draco swallowed away a large lump in his throat. He reached up to caress Harry’s chest. He then grabbed his hands and started kissing them, anything to distract him for a few moments. Harry allowed the distraction for a few minutes, but then he went back to work on Draco’s pants.

Draco panicked and he grabbed his pants with both hands.

“Harry, wait! Do you really want to do this, now? You said you were really tired. It takes a lot of energy. Don’t you want to be at your best?”

“I am at my best. Believe me I have enough energy for this. I’ve waited a long time for it, don’t you think? I won’t let you down. I’ll be gentle; you just have to tell me what you like.”

“I won’t like it. That’s just it. It’s almost degrading, ya know? I just can’t see myself doing it.” Draco didn’t really feel that, but it was better than the truth. At least he thought so before…

Harry’s eyes turned stormy green. He pulled away from Draco as if he had been burned.

“Degrading? Is that what you think? So all this time, I’ve been degrading myself for your pleasure? So you’ve been having a nice laugh at my expense, huh? I should’ve known you’d never change.” He swung his leg from off of Draco and stood up. Draco sat up quickly, crimson.

“Harry, that’s not what I meant. It came out wrong. I’m, I-I…”

“Forget it, Malfoy. Now I know why you have been so jumpy ever time I bring it up. You’re too good to allow that to happen. Always have to be in control, right? So it’s fine that I let down some of my guards to be with you, but of course, you can’t do the same. But it’s ok. I’m glad that you finally told me the truth. Now we can just move on from this. Thanks for all your help with the spells and stuff. I can handle the rest of it on my own now.” He picked up his bag and began putting his books into it.

Draco sat on his bed, his heart beating fast and hard. Harry was going to leave! And he sounded like he wasn’t coming back. He jumped up.

“Harry, you’re taking what I said wrong. I’m not saying that you are degrading yourself, I just meant, that it is…well…” He struggled to find the right thing to say.

But nothing was going to sound right, unless he told him the real truth. He was simply scared to give up that part of himself. He knew that once he did, there would be no turning back. He would be giving himself completely to another person. Draco had never loved anyone before, except his mother. In his secret heart, he knew that he was already in love with Harry, and would do anything for him. He just couldn’t admit it to himself, or Harry.

Harry was looking at him, contempt on his face. “Fuck this, I never should have gotten involved with you, Malfoy. You are never going to change.” He headed towards the door, reaching for his invisibility cloak which was hanging on his chair.

Draco sprinted across the room and grabbed the cloak out of Harry’s hand. He moved back away from him, clutching the cloak to his chest. Harry whipped around, glaring.

“Give me the cloak, Malfoy. Stop playing fucking games!” He advanced on him, growing angrier by the second.

Draco stood rooted to his spot. He couldn’t believe that he had just done something so foolish, so girlish! What the fuck was wrong with him??

“Don’t tell me I haven’t changed, Potter! I have changed! Your being here is evidence of that. Don’t belittle what I’ve done to accommodate you! I’ve helped you in this completely insane plan of yours which could have gotten us both kicked out of school! I’ve risked my friends and family finding out about this. I’ve basically stabbed my best friend in the back, knowing that he wanted to be with you! So don’t tell me that I haven’t sacrificed or changed for this! I even got down on my knees for you, something that I have never done for anybody! I never even went down on Pansy! So you don’t get to accuse me of that!”

Harry stood glowering. “What are you going on about, Malfoy! What is this, that you’re in, huh? This is just sex! You’re in this for the sex! You said so yourself. OK, so you have risked getting in trouble by helping me. Fine, I do appreciate that! But now you don’t have to worry about any of it anymore! You aren’t going to get in trouble, you don’t have to get down on your knees and you can forget this thing even happened. I’m sorry I dragged you into this. Now give me my fucking cloak so you don’t have to deal with this a minute longer!” Harry reached out and snatched the material from Draco’s hands.

He threw it on and stormed out of the room. Draco stared after him, the echo of the slamming door thundering in his ears.

“FUCK!!!” Draco screamed out. He put his hands up to his face. He could actually feel tears welling in his eyes. The lump was back in his throat and he felt sick. Seconds later he was sprinting to his bathroom, where he became violently ill. When he was finished, he cleaned up the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He stared at his reflection in the mirror.

“Fuck you, Potter. I don’t need you. Bastard! I can have anyone I want. I was only using you for sex, anyway. It’s time to move on to the next conquest,” he told the reflection. The reflection looked back, disbelief written everywhere. Liar, it hissed maliciously.

He walked back to his room and sat down on his bed. He struggled to keep his composure. He was determined to remain stoic, but his heart felt like it had broken in two. Every breath felt like fire in his lungs. He grit his teeth, trying to keep the tears from coming. He stood up and yanked open a drawer. Harry had very generously given Draco some of his candy. Draco stared at them, feeling the torrent of emotion threatening to spill out. He reached in and grabbed two pills. He popped them in his mouth. He waited impatiently, wanting them to flood his body and mind so that he could no longer think or feel anything. When the high hit him, Harry's face unexpectantly came with it.

Draco gasped in surprise. Had Harry come back? He reached up to caress his ghostly lover. Draco moaned, his body twisting with the feeling of Harry's mouth on him.

"I'm sorry, Harry. Yes, you can have me, anything you want. I love you so much, Harry." His eyes closed and he writhed in ecstacy.

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Harry stormed out of the Slytherin common room, cursing.

“Fuck you, Malfoy! I don’t need you! Degrading?? I can do much better!”

When he left the dungeons, he found an empty classroom and removed the cloak. He angrily balled it up and shoved it in his bag. His chest hurt and he felt like he had been kicked in the stomach. Malfoy felt like Harry being with him was degrading?? He was hurt, because he actually believed that Malfoy may have cared about him. How could he have been so stupid? Malfoy didn’t care about anything. It was all sex, and he knew it! Why had he allowed himself to get duped, again!

He took some deep breaths. But his throat was tight and his eyes were burning. Oh God, please don’t let me cry. He snatched his bag and left the classroom, heading towards Gryffindor. He continued his rant against the blonde jerk.

“Stupid sodding git! He’ll never get better than me! No one will put up with his bullshit! Let Pansy have his ass!” He turned a corner and slammed right into a brick wall.

The brick wall actually had two legs and arms. The arms were full of books and they all went flying when they collided. Harry fell backwards, landing hard on his butt. He looked up, wincing. A pair of startled brown eyes looked back.

“Justin? Oh, I’m sorry! I wasn’t paying any attention to where I was going. Are you OK?” Harry jumped up quickly and reached down to pull up the startled Hufflepuff. Justin took his hand, delighting in its roughness.

“ It’s OK, Harry. I wasn’t really paying attention either.” He smiled shyly at his fantasy, his heart thumping in his chest. Harry bent down and began picking up Justin’s books. When they were all collected, Harry smiled at him.

“I’ll see you around.” He walked off.

"Thanks", he called out to Harry’s back. He was completely flustered.

He may never get a chance to get the boy alone again.

"Ummm…Harry," he called out. He nervously licked his lips. Justin was suddenly looking at the most beautiful face; his heart melted.

"Yes?"

Justin moved toward him jerkily, as if his body parts were rusted. He knew he must look like the world's biggest dork. Courage, courage, you can do this.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

Harry gave his classmate a seductive smile.

"What’s up, Justin?” Harry waited politely, even though he was in a really foul mood.

Justin stood entranced. He had been rendered speechless by Harry’s closeness. All he could think about was kissing him on those lips. He swallowed hard.

“Harry, I-I-ummm…was kind of…ummm…wondering if…like…you…liked…ummm…guys?” Justin twisted his hands nervously. “I know that…you…ummm…kissed Blaise…but…I…well…” he broke off as Harry moved menacingly close to his face.

“Why do you want to know if I like guys, Justin?” he asked softly, he was inches away from Justin’s face.

Justin blinked. He could have sworn he saw a shadow cross Harry’s face. Wait a minute, are his eyes black? They have always been green! He blinked again, and green blinked back.

“I just wanted to know. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.”

“Who says I’m offended?” Harry smirked. He reached out and touched Justin’s cheek. A low moan escaped Justin’s lips. Justin grabbed Harry’s hand and started kissing it eagerly. Harry pulled away from him slowly. Lust and desire filled the Hufflepuff’s eyes as he gazed hungrily over Harry's body.

“Please don’t pull away. I promise I won’t tell anyone, Harry. I-I have my own suite.”

Harry watched him intently. He could feel a rising conflict going on inside him. He liked Justin as a friend, he was a nice guy. Harry was not in the business of using anyone. But there was this other part of him that suddenly didn’t give a fuck. Harry moved away from Justin, it wasn’t right.

Justin was sensing that Harry was going to refuse his offer. But he could tell that Harry was thinking about it. He just needed a push.

Justin moved closer to Harry.

“Please, Harry,” he whispered desperately, “don’t turn me away now. I’ve waited so long for a chance to be with you. Just one time and I won’t bother you ever again. I’ll let you do whatever you want.” He waited anxiously.

Harry tilted his head slightly. “Lead the way.”

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Twenty minutes later, they were standing in Justin’s room in the Hufflepuff dorm. Harry had never been to their House before. Justin was a nervous wreck. He flitted around the room like a pixie on speed. Harry chuckled to himself. The teen was going to give himself a coronary.

“Justin, Justin. Relax. It’s just me, OK? Why are you in such a state?”

Justin stared at Harry in disbelief. “Why am I in such a state? Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about this moment? And now you’re here and my room’s a mess!”

Harry grabbed Justin’s arm as he flitted around again.

“I don’t care about the room.” He fixed a sultry gaze on him.

Justin whimpered. He wrapped his arms around Harry and hesitantly began kissing him. For an instant, Harry felt guilty. Draco’s face appeared before his eyes, with a very angry look. Harry closed his eyes. He tightened his grip on the Hufflepuff, who sighed against his lips. Harry deepened the kiss, which left Justin panting. He moved back and pulled Harry towards his bed. He sat down and fumbled to un-do Harry’s pants. Harry watched him with a stony expression.

Justin pulled out Harry’s his rapidly expanding member. Justin sighed deeply. He squirmed as his own penis pulsed impatiently. He eagerly sucked Harry into his mouth. Harry moaned at the contact, but Draco’s face kept flashing before his eyes. Harry pushed the image away irritably, but it wouldn’t go. Fuck! It was totally messing up his groove. He gently touched Justin’s shoulders.

Justin was in heaven. He had Harry’s dick in his mouth. He had dreamed about this for years. He was even larger than he had guessed. He was so excited he was about to cum and he had barely started. He felt Harry’s hands on his shoulders and felt him pulling away. Justin looked up in confusion and hurt.

“Am I not doing it right for you, Harry? I can do it better.”

“No, it’s not that Justin. You don’t have to do that for me.”

“Oh God, I want to do it, Harry! Please! I’m dying to do it!” He stood up quickly, his hands grabbing at Harry to keep him from backing away.

Harry stood in anguish. This wasn’t right. And it was all Draco’s fault. Damn him!

“We can do something else then. Whatever you want, OK?” Justin hastily removed his pants and boxers. He reached in a drawer and grabbed some lubricant. He got on his knees on the bed, his plump behind facing Harry.

“Please, Harry. I really want to feel you inside of me”.

Harry’s mind reeled. How long had he wanted to hear those words? But they were coming from the wrong person. Justin was willing to give this to him, no questions asked. Harry began to get angry. Stupid fucking Draco! Harry felt himself move forward towards Justin. The lubricant was lying next to him on the bed. Harry picked it up and gently squeezed it out of the tube. He applied it to himself and rubbed it on Justin’s backside.

Before he could stop himself, Harry was entering him. The deep passage sucked him in and Justin began moaning with pleasure.

“Yes, Harry, oh don’t stop.”

It was the wrong voice, but the sensation was too overpowering. Harry tried to stop himself from plunging in, but he couldn’t do it. He began thrusting, harder and faster as Justin commanded. He clutched Justin’s chubby back, pulling him harder towards him. Justin had reached around and was grabbing Harry’s thigh, pulling him even more. Harry’s grunts were drowned out by the sounds of his name. Justin was cumming and was crying out Harry’s name.

Harry could feel his own release building. He struggled to push away the blonde hair and the grey eyes but the image was burned into his eyelids. He imagined that this was Draco in front of him, taking all of him. With a deep shudder, Harry’s orgasm hit him. His grip tightened on Justin, as his seed spilled and filled the other boy. Justin sank into the bed’s comforter. Harry pulled out shakily, his knees wobbly. He wasn’t sure if it was the experience or betrayal of Draco that had caused it.

He sat down wearily on the bed and began to put on his pants. Justin had turned over and picked up his wand from the side of the bed. He cast a cleaning spell on Harry before he pulled them all the way up. He looked at Harry, the love for him blinding.

"Malfoy doesn't let you…do that, does he?" he asked quietly.

Harry snapped around to look at him. "What?"

"Malfoy won't let you do him, will he?”

Harry spluttered. “Malfoy?? What are you talking about? I’m not…with Malfoy.”

"Harry, I know you’re with him. I can tell by how you are around each other. Maybe you don’t know, but I watch you all the time. I can’t help it. It’s obvious to me that you and him have something going on.” He hung his head. “But I’ll let you…any time you want.”

Harry was floored. "Justin, what are you saying?”

The boy looked straight at him. "I'm telling you that I know you & Malfoy love each other. I can definitely tell that he is in love with you. But neither of you probably want to admit it. I know that Malfoy is not the kind to let you fuck him, but you let him fuck you, because you care about him and you are a naturally giving person. Obviously something must have happened between the two of you, or you wouldn’t be here right now. I'm saying that I will let you fuck me, because I love you, even though I know that you don't love me. I've loved you since we've been at Hogwarts, even when I thought you were going to petrify me.”

"How can you do that, Justin? That's horribly cruel. I can't use you like that. I feel bad enough as it is."

"Don't feel bad, Harry. It's not your fault that I feel the way that I do. I just want to be with you, in any way that I can. I know how Ginny feels now. It’s a horrible feeling, Harry. But it’s even worse for her because she no longer has any chance with you, because you like guys now.” He got up slowly, looking down at Harry.

“You have no idea the lengths that some would go, for a chance with you Harry, or to keep you. I would say you had better watch out for Malfoy as well. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s not going to give you up without a fight.”

“Justin, there’s nothing going on with Malfoy, OK?”

“Not anymore, you mean. It’s OK, Harry. I can’t imagine what it must be like to have feelings or be involved with my worst enemy. I would guess it would be very hard to admit a relationship to anyone. I understand that. But I have to say that denial is not always the best thing. It slowly poisons you.”

Harry looked down at his feet. He couldn’t believe that he had just been outed by Justin. Justin! Justin knew about him and Draco! He also couldn’t believe that he had offered himself up like that. His stomach was in knots. If Justin could figure this out, how many other people could? Hermione! She probably knew it too. Oh my God! He felt lightheaded.

“Justin, how many other people suspect this?” He still couldn’t admit to the truth.

“I don’t know, Harry. I know because I’m always tuned in to what you are doing. That would also mean that Ginny is probably onto it as well, but she is in complete denial about the guy thing. I doubt she even suspects Malfoy. I would wager that Blaise will figure it out also. But since he hasn’t said anything yet, he may be oblivious. I think he’s pretty happy with Dean, even though he does still like you. If he does suspect, I think that will end his friendship with Malfoy.”

Harry nodded weakly and stood up. “I should go, it’s late.”

Justin walked over to Harry and kissed him soundly on the lips. “I love you, Harry.”

Harry closed his eyes. “Justin, don’t say that. I don’t deserve it. You should be with someone who is ready for what you want.”

“Whether you deserve it or not is irrelevant. I love you anyway. You may grow to love me, Harry. I can wait. But I am here as long as you want. I don’t mind.”

Harry turned to leave and Justin’s voice cut back into his head.

“Draco Malfoy isn’t a fool, Harry. He will come to his senses about this. And when he does, he will come for you. When that happens, I won’t be able to let you go without a fight either. I may be a Hufflepuff, but that Slytherin will know what hit him.”


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