There Is A Thin Line Between Hate And Love

Disclaimer: Not mine. Please don‘t sue I don‘t have any money
Pairing: (At long last) Harry/Draco
Author: Catium
Beta: Moi
Rating: PG (just to be safe)
Word Count: 4213
Genre: Romance/ Drama.
Status: In Progress.
Warnings: Language. Smut. Sexual activity.
Summary: What happens when that thin line between hate and love starts to disappear? Starts in the Half Blood Prince then moves on to year 7. The Deathly Hallows never happened.

The boys are finally together.

Author’s note: Don’t kill me. This chapter became a lot more graphic that I indented and now I’m really nervous because this is the first time I write such a graphic description of a boy smut. So please be kind.

Chapter 15 – Together

“Is it safe?” Draco whispered.

“Yes come on.” Harry whispered back.

The boys snuck out of the Room of Requirement, Harry holding out his wand to give them some light. They sneaked around the corner, Harry being the expert in sneaking around after curfew leading the way.

“I cannot believe we forgot the time again.” Draco said. “It’s the third time this week. We are going to get caught soon if we do not stop this.”

“Mhmm...no way.” Harry said shaking his head in denial. “From now one I’m keeping my father’s cloak and the Marauder’s map in my bag so we can stay in the Room of Requirement as long as we want after curfew.”

“Your what?” Draco asked confused.

“I inherited an Invisibility cloak form my father. I got it from Dumbledore who kept it save for my father. The Marauder’s map is a map of Hogwart’s and the grounds that my father and his friends, whom called themselves the Marauders made. It shows everything in this school every corner and secret tunnel, even the people who stay here and where they are at every time.”

Draco snorted. “You know I always wondered how you got away with sneaking around after curfew so much. Those two things are like the rule breakers wet dream.”

They came to a halt at the painting of the Fat Lady who looked at them strictly.

“I should call Filch and get you two detentions. It’s after 11 o’clock the curfew’s been on for hours.”
“We forgot we’re sorry. Please let don’t call Filch.” Harry asked her.

“It’s the third time this week.”

“It will not happen again. We promise Lady please?” Draco begged putting on his full Malfoy charms.

The Fat Lady sighed. “Oh alright then. Password?”

“Wand waving werewolf.” Harry said and the painting swung open. Fortunately there was only handful of people left in the Common Room since it was getting close to twelve o’clock. Among them were Hermione and Ron who were clearly to busy snogging the lives out of each other to go to sleep.

“What happened with that disgust you had of public display of affection?” Harry asked Hermione as he and Draco sat opposite them.

Hermione broke her and Ron’s embrace and slit into the couch next to him.

“It’s kind of difficult when you finally get together with the person you’ve loved for years.” She said. “Where have you two been?”

“Where do you think?” Draco asked. “The place we have been almost every night the last two weeks. After we discovered it was the perfect place to be in peace with zero risk at someone walking in on us and telling the whole school about us, and therefore the Slytherin’s finding out that I had switched sides and hurting me.”

“The Room of Requirement then.” Hermione said.

“And without a doubt in my mind doing the same thing me and Hermione only in private.” Ron added. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you are not snogging each other in front of us. I might have agreed to my best friend being a big poof and starting to date our ex-arch nemesis but that doesn’t mean that I want to watch you two. Yuck.”

“Well I am not.” Draco said. “Glad... I want to be able to kiss Harry, hold hands with him in the hallways...publicly showing my affection. But we cannot because then everyone will know that I am a traitor and I will wind up dead.”

Harry gave Draco a strange expression like he wanted to say something.
“I think it’s time to go to bed.” Hermione piped up. “You too Ronald.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I think we should leave them alone.” She hissed under her breath and dragged Ron towards the stairs.

“Ah...ah O.K...O.K. Hermione...I get it... good night guys.”

“Good night.” Both Draco and Harry said in unison. As soon as Hermione and Ron had disappeared up the stairs, Harry looked at Draco smiling at him.

“What?” Draco said sounding defensive. “I did not say anything. Did I? I only said that I wished we could be more open about us being together.”

“That’s why I am smiling Draco.” Harry said and unexpectedly gave Draco a hug. At first Draco stiffened a bit but then he relaxed into the embrace and even hugged Harry back. “You really are trying.” Harry said, referring to a conversation he and Draco had had in the middle of January, after dating for around three weeks.
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Harry and Draco were walking from the library where they had been studying for the last few hours. They were walking past an abandoned classroom that was open when Harry stopped.

“What time is it?” He asked Draco.

“10:30” Draco said. “Half an hour until curfew. Why?” He asked.

Harry smiled and took Draco at the front of his robes dragging him into the classroom quickly closing the doors and putting up silencing and locking spells. Then he turned around and gave Draco a passionate kiss, mumbling into it.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day. I wish I could kiss you in public not having to hide like we do now.”

Draco moaned and kissed him eagerly back. They kissed for a while but then Harry stopped and hugged Draco closely cuddling against him. Draco stiffened immediately and pushed Harry away a bit ignoring Harry’s hurt look.

“Let’s go. We do not want to be caught on the halls after curfew.”

“Why do you do that?” Harry asked him

“Do what Harry? I do not know what you are talking about.”

“You don’t mind us kissing, groping each other but as soon as I want to talk about us or talk about anything for that matter or cuddle, you get all stiff and change the subject. Are you one of those people that when you finally get what you wanted, you get bored of it right away?” Harry’s eyes started to tear up. “Because if that is case, then I wish you would just tell me you don’t like me anymore instead of trying to...spare my feelings. I would rather not be in a relationship, than to be in one that the other person doesn’t want to be in.”

Draco’s eyes widened in shock at those words. He walked up at Harry and grabbed his arm with one hand and used the other to take Harry’s chin forcing him to look him in the eyes. “No Harry. I am not bored of you. I do like you. A lot.” ”More than you will ever know. Harry I love you.” He thought but up loud he said. “I like you a lot. The reason why I always stiffen up every time you try to talk to me about us or anything or cuddle me...this is started to sound like a broken record...but...I’m a Malfoy. Remember what I told you my father taught me as the first rule when he started his lessons when I was seven? Hmmm? Remember?"

“Yes. Never show your emotions. They are weakness that your enemies will use against you. But I’m not your enemy Draco.

“I know. Another lesson he taught me, linked to this one, was that if you ever showed the person in your life your whole emotions. If you ever told that person everything you feel. Told it everything there is to know about you. Gave that person yourself freely, wholly, then that person would find out something about you that it didn’t want to know. And that person would leave you. Leaving you broken. And possessing all knowledge about you, would give that person power over you that you would not want it to have. That is why I stiffen up. I...” Draco took a deep breath.

“You don’t trust me. Finally when you’ve gained my trust. You don’t trust me?”

“I trust you Harry. But I’m afraid. I have told you before. It is hard forgetting lessons that were beaten into you. It is also hard not stiffening up when I am asked to do those things you ask of me. When my father started to “teach” me when I was seven, he forbade my mother to cuddle me because he was toughening me up. That included hugs. I was not hugged until, me and Pansy started dating and then it was because she wanted something from me. A kiss... or something. The same thing with Blaise. You know we rarely kissed and never hugged unless it was involving something else, something sexual. We wanked and groped each other. But kiss. We were never that intimate. A kiss is a lot more intimate thing than a hand job or even a fuck. And I never talked to Pansy or Blaise. Not about me or us. We talked about superficial things like clothes or school. They never told me something person or asked me to tell them something personal. We are all Slytherin’s. I bet they were taught the same things as me. Keep personal things personal. Do not share them not even with that special someone in your life.”

“That is terrible. All of it. But especially...your mother hasn’t hugged you for ten years?” Harry asked him as shocked as always finding out that despite having parents, Draco hadn’t had a better childhood than him.

“She did the other day. When Claudia and I talked to her after you all found out about Claudia...well you know. The first real hug in ten years. Until you. You do not expect us to go any further. Not yet. You just want to hug to feel close to me, intimate. Not because you want a wank. Just a kiss that is all you want, a hug and a talk. And I can only give you one of these things.”

“Yet.” Harry walked close up to Draco and opened his arms. Offering Draco a hug. Draco looked at him and after a while he walked into the embrace. Harry didn’t know why but he started to cry, then he felt that his shirt was getting wet. By Draco’s tears.

“I cannot.” He started.

“Shh...” Harry shushed. “It’s all right; you don’t have to hug me back until you want to. And you don’t have to tell me a thing until you feel ready. Thank you for telling me why...though. Every time you tell me something like this I realise our childhoods weren’t all that different. You might have grown up with your parents, but they didn’t show you any more love than the Dursley’s did to me. You might have gotten every worldly thing you wanted. Enough food.”

“No I did not.” Draco’s muffled voice could be heard from Harry’s shoulder. “Father never let me eat as much as I wanted. He did not want me to get fat. But I did get all the stuff I wanted unlike you.”

“But not enough food or love. Just like me.”

“The difference is...” Draco broke the embrace and didn’t allow Harry to see his face until he had wiped the tears of his cheeks, then he turned and looked at Harry. “...that you want love, you seek for it...starve for it. I try to block it out. But I am going to try for now one. Soon we will talk Harry. Soon we will hug.”
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“And soon we did hug.” Harry smiled at Draco as they remembered Draco’s final words in their conversation in January.

“And talked. I told Ron and Hermione what I am feeling. That I am not glad that we cannot show our affection publicly. In fact it is killing me Harry.”

“It is?” Harry asked happy that his boyfriend had started to open up to him. “My boyfriend.” He thought glad and his chest filled with a warm feeling that Harry associated with...”No it’s still too early. I can’t. He only likes me. I don’t know if he...loves... me. Like...oh Merlin...like I love him. There I’ve admitted it. I don’t only like Draco Malfoy. I love him...or to be completely true to myself. I’m in love with him.”

Harry had been staying silent for a bit too long and he saw that Draco was staring at him curiously. “A Galleon for your thoughts.”

“Isn’t that a bit much? I usually only offer a Sickle.”

Draco shrugged “Well I am rich I can afford it.”

“I’m rich too. I just don’t toss my money around. But you were saying it is killing you not to be able to show people we are together. Why?” Harry asked quickly changing the subject.

“Because. I want everyone to know. I want them to know Harry Potter is my boyfriend. He chose me not them and they better keep their hands and eyes off. I would scream from the rooftops, for everyone to hear, if I could.”

“Hands and eyes off?” Harry asked amused.

“Yes. People look at you. Mostly girls since everyone thing you are straight but some guys too. And I do not want them to touch or even look at you.” Out of the blue Draco wrapped his arms around Harry (The Common Room had been empty for a while so they could touch each other freely now.) “I do not want them to even think about you.” Draco growled and buried his face in Harry’s neck at nibbled at it playfully. “I am possessive Harry I should have warned you. It is not nice. I want everyone to know you are mine and they should only try. I would rip their heads off.”

Harry laughed. “And here I was thinking I was the aggressive one in this relationship.”

“You have only yourself to blame Harry. You asked me to open up. Show you who I really am. And now I am.” Draco said and then he attacked Harry’s neck sucking on it until Harry was sporting a red spot on his neck right above the collarbone. Then Draco moved his mouth and started to suck on Harry’s neck in other places.

Harry closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of only receiving for once.

Then Draco grabbed his lips in a fierce kiss, which Harry responded to eagerly.

Harry’s hands had been tangled in Draco’s hair but now he started to move them. He roamed them over Draco’s back and came to a halt at Draco’s hips where Draco had, like always, tucked his shirt in his pants. Harry grabbed on the offending material and tugged up Draco’s shirt and dived his hand under it, feeling the hard, well build, muscles in Draco’s back. Then he moved his hands to the front, moving over Draco’s nice feeling six-pack.

Despite being together for over a month now the boys had never gone further than cuddle, kisses and some groping...with all their clothes still on. But there was something in the air that night. When Draco started to feel Harry’s hands going under his shirt, he smirked into their kiss. They had been sitting up the entire time but now Draco broke the kiss. Getting a disappointed sound from Harry who still had his hands all over Draco’s stomach and chest. Draco took Harry by the shoulders and pushed him gently down into the sofa. Making Harry lie down so that he was on top of him. Draco gave Harry another kiss and then moved upwards so he could whisper into his ear.

“Are you not tired of just feeling me Harry? Do you want to see?” He asked Harry, feeling Harry shiver under him. He knew Harry loved when he whispered something into his ear, even more so when it was followed by his name.

“Yes.” Harry half moaned, half whispered.

Draco sat up in Harry’s lap and removed his school rope and shirt.

Harry started in awe at Draco’s beautiful pale and well toned stomach and chest.

Draco saw the appreciation in Harry’s gaze but couldn’t help but to ask him. “Well?”

“Wow...All those years playing Quidditch has done you good Draco. You are...damn.”

“Speechless are you?” Draco asked smug. “Let us see if you can get me speechless. Shall we?” He then bent over and helped Harry remove his own shirt. While Draco was pale on the point of looking like white marble, Harry was golden tanned. He had a similar body as Draco; both were lean, but well build and toned. Not an inch of fat to be seen, but their muscles were visible under the skin. Draco was only a few inches higher than Harry and it was clear he would never be as tall as his father, but Harry had more muscles and strength making up for what he was missing in length.

Draco stared at Harry’s tanned chest, liking what he saw.

“Cat got your tongue?” Harry teased him but before he could say more Draco had launched himself at him, kissing him even more eager than before.

Harry responded just as eagerly and they started to touch each other exposed skin. Soon Draco started to follow his hands with his lips, kissing and sucking Harry everywhere he could reach, his chest, nipples, stomach, bellybutton, hips.

Harry moaned at the responses his body gave, a tingling feeling all over where Draco was touching and kissing him, and this kind of strange heavy feeling in his lower stomach. Then he felt something else. A stir lower than his stomach was. Now noticing that area of his body he felt something else. Something hard pressing against his thigh right around where Draco’s crotch should be. He gasped as Draco moved to be able to suck his other nipple and their crotch brushed together, now feeling Draco’s erection against his own.


As Draco had moved to be able to suck on Harry’s other nipple he felt Harry obvious erect cock pressing against his own. He heard Harry’s gasp when he clearly felt the same thing. Draco stopped moving for a bit. All there could be heard was his and Harry’s ragged breathings. Draco moved his head upwards keeping it a bit from Harry’s body. When he was at eye level with Harry he looked him in the eyes.

Like he was experimenting Draco moved his hips. Wriggling them. Harry gasped again, closed his eyes and automatically moved his hips. Thrusting them. Feeling Harry’s cock against his own thrusting like that made Draco loose all control. He had promised himself he would take it slow since Harry had never even done this before. He thrust back harder and when it only drew a passionate moan from Harry and a thrust back, Draco repeated it. So did Harry. Soon they were thrusting against each other like mad men their bodies moving in unison. Eyes closed, not seeing anymore, only feeling.

Harry felt this heavy feeling in his lower stomach increasing and then before realising what was going on or being able to stop himself he was having the best orgasm he’d ever had. Only from him and Draco thrusting their fully clad cocks together. He came in his pants.

When Draco felt Harry coming he let go. He had wanted to come for a while but had wanted to last as long as Harry. He came too and then collapsed onto Harry. Exhausted.

Harry had his breath knocked out of him when Draco collapsed on top of him, letting his full weight lie on him, still it felt comfortable. They lay there for a while. Then Harry, moving really quickly, pushed Draco off top of him and sat up, his ragged breath started to slow down. He looked Draco in the eyes and he blushed deep scarlet, all of sudden getting shy and bit embarrassed by what they had just done.

Like reading Harry’s thoughts Draco said. “It’s all right Harry. This is what couples do. And you don’t need to be embarrassed over this.” He beckoned towards Harry’s pants where an obvious sign of his climax could be seen. Harry’s blush took on a new shape of red. “I’m in no better condition myself.” Draco said and Harry noticed the shape of Draco’s pants and that made him blush even more if possible. Draco stood up and did a cleaning spell on himself. He then did the same for Harry and sat next to him, trying to make eye contact and after a while Harry looked him in the eyes.

“I think.” Draco said smiling a bit. “That you are adorable. Blushing like this. I lo...” Draco stopped realising what he was going to say and hurriedly changed it into. “I love that quality about you. You are still innocent enough to blush over things like this. I am not though.” He again could almost read Harry’s thoughts and added. “But I’m not saying this didn’t mean anything for me, it did because this was our first time doing something like this. And that means everything to me.”

Harry’s blush faded away, he smiled, gave Draco a little kiss and mouthed “Thank you.” Then he said aloud. “I’m glad one of us is not a total virgin otherwise we would not get anywhere.”

“That is true.” Draco admitted. “But as much as I would love to sit here and talk to you all night, I will be in ruins tomorrow morning if we do. So I think we should go to bed.”

“Sleep with me.” Harry asked him hurriedly.

“What?” Draco breathed out a bit shocked at Harry’s forwardness all of sudden.

“You heard me.”

“You want me to...?”

“Sleep with me...just sleep... for now.” Harry blushed again over his own frankness.

“O.K.” Draco stood up and held out his hand. Harry grabbed it and they went up to the seventh year boy’s dormitory and spent the night together, sleeping in Harry’s bed.
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After that first really intimate moment between them, Harry and Draco could barely keep their hands off each other. They started spending almost every evening in the Room of Requirement, not risking another late night activity in the Common Room at Gryffindor. Every night they spent in Harry’s bed, Draco sneaking over to Harry’s bed after everyone was sound to sleep. The wards around Draco’s bed made it impossible for them to stay there. Every day at school when they were at class together, eating in the Great Hall, or studying at the library they would sit together as closely as they could get away with or opposite each other. Holding each other’s hands or playing footsie. But in their relationship bliss they were unaware that they were started to get closely watched.
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“There is something going on with Potter and Draco.” A deep, kind of thick, sounding voice said one late night in the deep, dark and damp Slytherin dungeons.

“No shit Sherlock, tell us something we don’t know.” A sarcastic girl’s voice answered him.

“They go almost every night into the Room of Requirement. Alone. So it’s not DA again.” Another girl’s voice said who sounded a bit full of herself.

“They are acting like bestest buddies all of sudden. Either Draco has Potter really fooled or it’s us that are getting fooled.” Another boy said in a sneaky voice.

“I sent our Lord a letter, telling him this and in his answer back he sounded worried. According to Snape who has been reporting to him on Draco’s behalf, Draco isn’t getting a lot of information. Our Lord said that all of Draco’s reports until this day say pretty much the same thing. The Golden Trio are not yet considered full members of the Order so they are not receiving a lot of information. And the information they do get, they do not share with him because they do not trust him yet. That doesn’t match the information we have been giving our Lord that they look like good buddies. Draco might be acting but none of the Trio is that good of an actor. So the Dark Lord gave us orders.” The full of herself girl voice said

“What are they?” The sarcastic girl voice asked.

“The time of only watching them is over.” The full of herself girl voice said. “Our orders are to find out what is going on, with any means necessary. Our Lord suspects, based on our information, that Draco, even Snape might have betrayed us. We are to make sure if they have or haven’t and when we know...for sure we are to report to him. Personally. Only then will we get further instructions.” Pansy Parkinson leaned back in the armchair she was sitting in with a nasty smile on her face. “So our next move is to find out who Draco has been talking to recently, other than the Gryffindor Golden Trio and...pump...them for information.” She looked at her fellow Slytherins. Millicent Bulstrode, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Theodore Nott all smirked in the most evil way, knowing full well what pumping people for information would involve.

TBC.

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