Change My World

Snape was unimpressed with the tableau before him. Harry was liberally wrapped around Draco, almost as if the golden boy were trying to protect Draco even in sleep. It was obvious that Draco had been cleaned but not dressed. The crisp white sheet was shoved down to just above Draco\'s pale jutting hipbone that revealed patches of lithe musculature where Harry wasn\'t covering him. Clumsily poking out from under the blankets was one of Draco\'s socked feet hanging off of the raised cot. Half of Draco\'s face was covered with black, wiry hair that flipped up as the boy exhaled. Harry\'s glasses lay askew on his face, and the Gryffindor\'s mouth gaped as he breathed over Draco\'s collarbone.

The Potions master couldn\'t say for certain whether Harry was permitted to be there or not. It was more likely than not that Harry had been given permission to comfort Draco. Snape\'s nostrils flared in distaste. That meant that Harry had given his side of the story as well, which would paint Snape in a very unflattering light. This was dreadful. This was the sort of dreadful scenario that had kept Snape up all night pacing, fretting what he\'d do should it come to this. How would he explain to Draco what he did and why he did it? Well, he couldn\'t. Not without revealing the truth. Although now, with Potter drowsing where he was, he certainly must have let Draco know all of it. Otherwise Draco would\'ve thrown him out.

Debating his options, Snape slowly made his way through the wide room that smelled distinctly of antiseptic. He squinted hard as the metallic fixtures reflected light at him. Perhaps it was because of the disorienting glare that he didn\'t realize he was standing next to the bed until he was right there, on the opposite side of Potter\'s slumbering form. His cold, pallid hand struck out and extended a waxy finger that he let slide over the side of Draco\'s supple skin that was radiantly flushed peach in the morning light. Snape sighed as he looked up and admired Draco\'s features and tenderly slid a few stray tendrils of the platinum hair from the boy\'s face. The older man tried not to notice the exposed rosy nipple or the shadowy outline of Draco\'s barely-concealed pubescent prick under the sheet.

Draco was a notoriously light sleeper. Given the number of times he\'d been in Snape\'s office at night whining about the slumbering bears that he had to endure in the presence of in his room, it was peculiar that it didn\'t occur to Snape that he might be feigning sleep. Malfoy had, in fact, awoken as soon as he heard the quiet clack of Snape\'s heavy boots on the stone floor of the infirmary. He wasn\'t ready to deal with the man just yet. Though he had believed that Harry thought that Snape was in love with him, he hadn\'t quite believed it. Draco worked desperately not to recoil from the reverent touches on his cheek and then over his brow. These very touches finally confirmed what Harry had told him. Draco felt nauseated.

The man\'s hand slid down his cheek to his shoulder and then down his bicep. Inwardly Draco shuddered as he started to wonder why he was enduring this. As much as he didn\'t want to deal with Snape talking to him, he certainly didn\'t want to deal with being felt up by the man he\'d regarded as a father. He prayed that Harry would awaken and drive the Potions master out. Instead Snape\'s hand slid down Draco\'s arm to his thigh and from there to the shadowy outline of his.... Grey eyes flipped open and with a scornful sneer Draco fired out, \"What are you doing?\"

Snape jumped and looked wild-eyed for a split second before his eyes narrowed on the blond and he defiantly protested, \"I knew you were awake.\"

Harry was just starting to twitch and rouse when Draco spat back, \"You knew no such thing. You\'re vile and disgusting and I should have you fired!\"

\"Fired for what?\" slurred Harry as he tried to get his arms to cooperate with his mind\'s plans, but they were sluggishly asleep from their awkward position.

Sneering, Snape agreed, \"Exactly, for what, Draco?\" He knew he should have been more vigilant. It was an imprudent thing to do. Didn\'t he know better than to think that Draco slept that soundly?

\"For your touching me,\" hissed Draco.

\"I didn\'t,\" Snape answered.

\"You were about to. Had I not stopped you, I daresay I would\'ve had your hand around my prick. It would be a shame for me to have to report that to the Headmaster,\" warned Draco.

\"It would be, were I to have done it, which I didn\'t. Even if I had, you\'re a traumatized teen who just killed his father, who would believe you?\" questioned Snape.

Draco paled and looked to Harry for help. Sadly, the golden boy was still groggily trying to figure out what was going on. Then the Slytherin had an idea. Quite the brilliant idea, really. Snape was a letch, and though that hurt Draco, it was a fact that wasn\'t going to change anytime soon. However, this could be of use, the wily blond reasoned. \"Traumatized though I might be, I recognize someone reaching for my prick when I feel it. You do have a point about the Ministry, so I\'m afraid that Harry will have to attest that he saw you fondling me. He was, after all, right there,\" said Draco, his sneer a challenge.

\"DID HE?\" shrieked Harry, who immediately shrugged off the last dregs of sleep. Draco nodded curtly to his lover who tried in vain to get his limp arms to cooperate so that he could grab his wand. His hand was just about to reach into his robe when Draco pulled his hand down and shook his head.

It was Snape\'s turn to blanch, which he did as he watched first Draco and then Harry. He glared at Malfoy. \"Yet, you haven\'t called for the headmaster yet, Malfoy. So, I must have something you want. You always were the apt pupil. I should be proud.\"

Draco balked at the notion that Snape might be proud of anything that he did but he masked his look of distaste. \"There is something I want from you. I need you to go before the Ministry to testify that my father was an imminent threat to Harry when I killed him. You must say you were there. You don\'t have to say that you saw anything, we\'re simply compressing the timeline a bit to make it easier for the Ministry to understand how things really happened,\" Draco spelled out with meaningful intonations.

\"I see,\" said Snape as he pondered what this meant. \"It was self defense either way, Malfoy, I am uncertain why my testimony is required. Nevertheless, you do not need to blackmail me for this, I will do it for you freely,\" he spoke with the tenderness of a father as he reached out to pat Malfoy\'s shoulder. Harry\'s keen eyes squinted at the approaching hand as he started to feel his temper flare.

With a haughtily elegant gesture, Draco\'s hand rose and swatted Snape\'s hand away before it reached its destination. \"It is simply more convenient for me to do it this way. There will be no questioning my testimony; I should only have to go over the story once or twice, which will lessen my personal stress,\" said Draco as Harry squeezed his hands to regain feeling. Instead of attacking Snape, as he wanted to, he let Draco bargain as he slipped his hand into Draco\'s to squeeze it. It was almost disquieting how distant Draco seemed as he spoke, how callous and impassive.

Draco clutched Harry\'s hand back and his grey eyes flicked back to the boy for a moment revealing his immense sadness before they steeled over again as he turned his head to glower at Snape. \"As for simply asking you to do this, I do not wish to owe you anything. You\'ve proven yourself undeserving of my trust. You nearly got me killed and on top of that, you attempted to molest me in my sick bed. Because of this, part of my not telling Dumbledore about your improper advances will include your leaving me alone. We will have no more friendly contact. From now on we will be nothing more than a regular teacher and student.\"

\"Indeed,\" said Snape as he turned a bit red in the face, but what could he say? As much as he wanted to give Draco detention for his cheek, how would it look if the boy spoke up to Dumbledore? It was one thing to put off Potter\'s hysterical ranting as lunatic, quite another for this message to come from someone so seemingly close to Snape as Draco. He was stuck. And cut. Though there was still a glimmer of inward pride that it was he who had taught the Slytherin these tricks. However, having it used against him was less than amusing. \"I will write up a report for the Ministry then.\"

After stepping back a pace, Snape paused to look at the boys again and then returned Draco\'s defiant stare. \"I understand, Draco--\"

\"Malfoy,\" emphasized Draco, much to Harry\'s delight in the irony of the correction.

Hesitating again, Snape nodded his acknowledgment of Draco\'s order and began again. \"I understand, Malfoy, that you have chosen to believe what you wish. What Potter tells you, however, isn\'t always an accurate representation of the truth. I hope that you would recognize that and give me the opportunity to clarify any misunderstandings. I did what I thought was best, and please do take into account that I did not have time to plan,\" he said, trying to ignore the way Draco\'s face was reddening and twitching in his attempt to conceal his emotions and that Harry was digging for his wand again. \"In the end we are all on the same side. We must learn to trust one another and work together. What is coming is much bigger than this petty squabble.\"

\"Or your pederasty,\" hissed Harry as he squeezed at Draco\'s hand to get the Slytherin to release his death grip. It was clear that Draco was channeling much of his frustration into wringing Harry\'s hand to mash. As much as Harry wished to be there for him, if Draco gripped him any harder he was going to break a bone, which would make Harry scream.

Ignoring that remark, Snape carried on. \"To that end, I have arranged with Dumbledore to excuse you from the last of your classes and, of course, your exams. Though this whole... affair... has distracted you to the point of lesser marks. Nevertheless, you have been a capable wizard and this current business is more of a strain than a student should bear. As your head of house and as one who cares, it was the least I could do for you.\" Snape held up his hand to keep both boys from screeching protests.

\"No matter what the two of you have chosen to believe about my motivations, the fact that I care has never been in debate. Nor will my concern for Draco cease. Now, since you have asked that I leave you be, and because I do respect your wishes-- I reiterate that blackmail was not needed-- I shall leave you to your... boy. My report per your specifications, Malfoy, shall be to the Ministry within the hour with a copy to you so that our stories will stay straight. Good day to you both.\" With that, Snape swept out of the infirmary in a swirl of black robes. Never once looking back.

--

The Ministry hadn\'t been particularly interested in the circumstances leading up to the Malfoy patricide. It was awkward enough for the ruling body to have lost track of the infamous Death Eater, worse yet that the man had headed straight for a school and attacked a student. Adding the messy complications was Harry\'s questionable sexuality and how it played into the sordid affair. Follow that with a deluge of reports, with follow up interviews that Lucius Malfoy was an imminent threat to their golden boy, and the whole matter was done with a signed statement and no trial.

With Snape\'s near-banishment from Draco\'s life and Dumbledore\'s tacit agreement, Harry had all but moved into Draco\'s room. Though he saw Hermione and Ron plenty during classes and in the evenings before it was safe to escape Gryffindor, they were generally too busy cooing and preening one another to even notice that Harry was around. At first he thought they were still giving him the cold shoulder. After a few run-ins with angry Slytherins who thought that the boy who was queer picked an unseemly way to exit the closet, taking their fearless leader with him, he found his friends always there backing him up.

So Ron and Hermione kissed each other instead of a celebratory group hug? Harry knew how they felt. Maybe he would\'ve been upset or felt left out had this happened before he\'d found Draco. That was hard to say. For now, though, the love was new and a general feeling of euphoric good will flowed through the trio. Some of the Gryffindors still gave him disgruntled looks and whispered after he passed, but all in all, new gossip replaced the old. Particularly since Draco was flying under the radar.

Much of Draco\'s swagger had been sapped. Though Dumbledore had written it off to the magnitude of the situation finally being impressed upon the adolescent, Harry could tell that the headmaster was concerned. Even Harry was a bit fretful, although when he visited with Draco, he seemed all right. He was never dull of wit until he was properly worn out, which Harry never had a problem doing. After he\'d, as Draco put it, \"ridden him hard and put him away wet,\" Harry would try to pry more about Draco\'s state of mind. In response he\'d get the characteristic biting remarks usually followed by very shrill and obviously fake snoring.

As far as Harry could tell, Draco spent most of the day sleeping or tackling the mound of paperwork that read in legalese about deeds and inheritances. A couple of times Harry caught sight of the blond flying over the Quidditch pitch. When asked, Draco would enigmatically deny it. The precise nature of what Draco did would never be discovered. Draco was mourning. To the slight blond, mourning was a private occasion and the emotions that he felt were his alone. It gave him time to think about his life, the direction it taking now and what he might want.

Conceivably that was the most morbidly superb thing about this tribulation. His life had been pretty well dictated by his parents up until this point. This was normal; parents must set up strict guidelines for their children to follow if they are to succeed. Or at least that is what Draco had grown up believing. What went far afoot of what the proper thing as parents to plan out for a child was Lucius\'s untenable grip on Draco\'s future. Certainly a good portion of what he would be doing in the next couple of years involved war, and perhaps now wasn\'t the time to put too much stock into planning beyond that. It was as likely as not that he would fall in the battle. Or even more devastating, that Harry might die and leave him here alone.

Still, the concept of freedom, being free to do whatever he wanted to do, whether it be to become a painter, poet, Auror, or even just laze about the Manor was all completely up to him. It was dizzying and difficult, and Draco had a hard time deciding whether he liked it or not. What if he made the wrong decision? Then again, there was no one really in a position to criticize. His father was gone and Harry just wouldn\'t.

Draco Malfoy was free. It was difficult and excruciating to endure, but here he was contemplating his future, loving Harry with no one other than his inner demons to argue it. His life lay ahead of him like a flat field with no obvious road paved for him. For the first time, Draco could blaze his own trails.

--

At the last minute, before the students were to move their trunks and assorted belongings down to the carriages, Draco was called away to talk to Dumbledore. Harry secretly thought that this was a farce to trick Harry into lugging Draco\'s trunk around. Sitting in the last available thestral-powered carriage, he waited for Draco to join him. His heart sank as the lurching cabin signified that Draco wasn\'t joining him. On top of the disappointment, he was worried about what was going on. Certainly Draco didn\'t have anyone else in his life that could\'ve died. On top of it all, Harry really wasn\'t sure what to do with Draco\'s trunk.

Harry was so inside of his own head that he barely noticed that he had arrived at the platform. Letting out a long sigh, Harry stood up and gripped both trunks by their handles, noting that his was so plain next to Draco\'s writhing carved trunk. Turning around he dragged the trunks along behind him and moved to the platform. Once there, he saw Tonks waving to him and pointing to one of the cars. \"Tonks!\" exclaimed Harry, letting go of his worry for a moment to greet the platinum-haired Auror.

\"Harry, good to see you. You\'re looking well!\" she said as she gave him a tight hug and whispered, \"He\'s in the third car from the back. We had a bit of a scare, a vague threat. I got to play bait!\"

\"That explains the hair,\" said Harry as he leaned back from the embrace and then managed a weak but bothered smile. \"How is he?\"

\"Wretched,\" she answered flatly.

\"Oh!\" exclaimed Harry in concern that Draco was upset.

\"No, not like that. He\'s just an evil little twerp. Called me a half-breed at least half a dozen times, stopping those slurs to brag that you\'d have to carry his trunk for him,\" she said with a very put upon sigh. \"So he must be in a pretty foul mood,\" she observed. \"I was this close,\" she said, pinching her fingers together to demonstrate, \"To letting the Death Eaters have him!\"

Harry couldn\'t help but smirk, even though he was a bit exasperated that Draco would abuse someone trying to protect him. Then again? He was irrepressibly who he was. Draco Malfoy, the churlish bigot. \"Actually it sounds like he was in a good mood.\"

\"That\'s his good mood?\" asked Tonks. \"I don\'t know what you see in him, Harry. I really don\'t.\" Looking at Harry\'s defensive expression, she added, \"It must be love.\"

\"It is,\" stated Harry, blushing. This wasn\'t the first time that someone had questioned his attraction to Draco and he was fairly certain it was a query he would answer a lot in the future.

\"Well, good luck with that,\" said Tonks as she grinned at Harry. \"You\'ll have your own cabin with Draco and the rest of the car is filled with members of your \'Dumbledore\'s Army and a couple of Aurors. We don\'t expect it to be a problem, though. The tip we got said it would happen on the platform. So you should be all clear. Now get!\" she said, shooing Harry away with her hands.

Harry didn\'t need to be told twice. He smiled at her and gave his thanks and then quickly made his way to the proper car and loaded on. Halfway down the hallway, he saw Malfoy sitting dejected and alone in a compartment. His arms were crossed over his stomach and he seemed annoyed and a bit bored. Harry tried to open the door, but found it locked and knocked. Beaming, Draco hopped up and opened the door for Harry. \"Ah, finally the boy with the bags!\"

\"Do I get a tip, then?\" asked Harry as he shuffled in with both trunks. Draco closed the door and pulled his wand to seal it closed again and then drew the blinds.

\"A tip? Well, all right,\" Draco said as he pocketed his wand and eyed Harry critically. \"Buy something that fits, you\'re past your growth spurt years and even if you weren\'t, that looks awful,\" he said as he waved his hand to indicate Harry\'s garments.

\"They\'re the clothes my Aunt and Uncle give me,\" he said and shrugged. Harry rolled his eyes and hoisted his trunk up to the space above their heads and then looked down at the other boy\'s trunk and then to Draco who was looking expectantly back at him. Knowing that Draco wasn\'t going to move his own trunk, Harry did it for him, shaking his head. \"I\'d ask for another tip, but-\"

\"Brown belt with black trousers? Please,\" drawled Draco as he shook his head back at Harry.

\"But my shoes and belt match. You said-\"

\"So much to learn,\" Draco said, smirking victoriously that his trunk was put away for him. Draco flopped back onto the bench seat and patted a spot for Harry to sit next to him.

\"Anyway,\" said Harry as he took the spot next to Draco who put his arm around him. \"Did you get to really talk to Dumbledore? Did he give you options for next year?\" he quizzed knowing that Draco was quite concerned about where he was going to stay.

\"I did talk to him. For hours, actually.\"

\"You... did?\" asked Harry, looking bewildered.

\"Time turner. Actually I talked to him for hours and then he wound it back and now I\'ve been here for hours. Long day.\"

\"Oh right, that thing. So, what did he say?\" asked Harry as he put his own around Draco.

\"He confessed that he, like Snape, was in love with me.\"

\"He WHAT?\" shrieked Harry, completely oblivious to Draco\'s ill-hidden sneer.

\"Then he spent the rest of the time shagging me. The man has endurance; I\'ll give him that. But really Harry, it meant nothing. He just said if I didn\'t comply that he\'d let the Death Eaters have me. I didn\'t want to, I just... had to. Please tell me you understand,\" said Draco with an angelically placid expression.

\"WHAT?\" asked Harry again as he stared hard at Draco, barely blinking as he tried to rationalize what he\'d just heard. He paled and clutched his stomach. Harry had just started to wheeze when Draco reached out and caressed his cheek.

\"Please tell me you\'re not that gullible. I can\'t be in love with a boy who thinks I\'d let Dumbledork touch me,\" insisted Draco as he started to pull back his hand.

\"So he didn\'t touch you?\"

\"Harry. Don\'t be daft.\"

\"ASS! You are such an ASS!\" remarked Harry as he shook his head in disbelief that Draco would even think of such a story.

Draco smirked and rolled his eyes as he inclined forward again and pulled Harry to him. \"He gave me some options. I\'m well past OWLS so I could quit school and still practice magic. It would limit my career options, however. Not that I need a career. But should I want one, not having NEWTS would be bad. But I could still hire a tutor to teach me lessons and then take the NEWTS with the rest of you.\"

\"If you quit school, how would I see you?\" Harry asked as the train jolted and started to move.

\"Weekends? I don\'t know. If this situation really is that dire then it would be better to see me off and on than have me slaughtered,\" Draco pointed out.

\"Well, yes, I do see your point. Were there other options that did include you going to school? Can you be sorted into Gryffindor?\" asked Harry hopefully.

\"No. The Sorting Hat is the final word on your house and that can\'t be changed. Besides, a Slytherin is what I am. I\'m not changing houses even if I could.\"

\"Gryffindor is brilliant! Better than Slytherin! At least no one in my house has tried to kill me! Slytherins go bad!\"

\"It\'s not who I am, Harry. Anyways, wasn\'t Pettigrew a Gryffindork? Being in your house wouldn\'t guarantee my safety. However, Dumbledore did say that if I behave myself this summer he might consider making me Head Boy and there is a provision for Head Boys and Head Girls to have their own rooms should they require cloistering. That is, in fact, the room I was staying in.\"

\"Why would Head... people... need to be shut away from the students?\" asked Harry.

Draco shrugged, \"I guess they have to crack down on people like teachers do. Punishing people you live with likely wouldn\'t make you very popular and you\'d have to sleep some time. I\'d assume that is why. Or it\'s just a perk. I don\'t know.\"

Harry took that in for a moment and then shrugged. Maybe that sort of thing would happen in Slytherin, but he couldn\'t imagine a Gryffindor attacking one of his or her own, punishment or not. \"Oh. Where are you staying this summer?\"

\"At the Order headquarters. I have to stay inside all of the time and hide. It\'s not safe for me outside.\"

\"You\'re all right with that?\" asked Harry hoping he wouldn\'t have another desperate person on his hands.

\"It\'s preferable to being killed. And I do want to do my bit for the cause. The Dark Lord killed my mother and sent my father after me. Not to mention he\'s said some pretty nasty things about my boyfriend. He\'s off my Christmas list,\" quipped Draco.

Harry rolled his eyes. Draco was being caustic again. It was likely a reaction to mentioning his mother\'s death. Draco was becoming easier for Harry to read. He rather liked knowing what was going on inside that blond head. He was about to add that Voldemort had also tried to kill him on several occasions, when there was a knock at the door. \"Sweets from the trolley?\" a cheerful woman\'s voice asked.

Heedlessly, Harry threw open the door as Draco shouted for him not to. Luckily it really was the lunch trolley. \"A bit of everything!\" Harry said brightly, remembering how he\'d done this the first year and how fun it was to eat the sweets with Ron. He felt a stab at missing Ron, but he was probably snogging Hermione. The thought made him smile as he took the baggie of goodies from the woman and closed the door. Again Draco hexed it shut. \"Maybe I should lock it from the inside as well, Harry?\"

\"Sorry about that. I guess... sweets just make me excited.\"

\"Don\'t call me \'sweets,\'\" quipped Draco as he smirked at Harry. \"And don\'t eat all of that. I won\'t have you getting all spotty and fat.\"

\"You say the sweetest things, Draco,\" Harry said as he started to unpack the baggie and set the food out. \"It\'s for the both of us.\"

\"I won\'t have me getting spotty or fat either! Furthermore, I am sweet.\"

\"What if I did get spotty and fat?\" asked Harry as he started to unwrap a Cauldron Cake.

\"I\'d have to find a new savior to perv on,\" answered Draco as he leaned in to grab some Chocolate Frogs.

\"You\'re not sweet at all, Draco!\" exclaimed Harry before he mashed the cake into the other boy\'s sharp, egotistical face. \"NOW you\'re sweet,\" Harry retorted.

\"I\'m only sweet because of you,\" joked Draco through the crumbling cake. With lynx-like grace, Draco was up and mashing his lips and more importantly, his cake covered face against Harry\'s. Popping open the Chocolate Frogs in his hands he forced two of them down Harry\'s pants causing the youth to gasp in both surprise and the odd sensation of animated confections unsettling his length.

\"This is so on!\" screeched Harry as he grabbed up the Bertie Bott\'s Every Flavor Beans. Opening the container, he let the beans loose down Draco\'s shirt back.

\"You little cockboggart!\" cried Draco as he grabbed a Pumpkin Pasty and mashed in into Harry\'s ebony hair.

In response, Harry brandished two Licorice Wands and held them up in the sign of a cross as if it would ward off Draco who started setting all of the Chocolate Frogs loose into the compartment as he giggled maniacally.

Seeing that that didn\'t stave off his evil boyfriend, Harry threw the wands at Draco and started to launch the Cauldron Cakes at him. Draco ducked and giggled frantically. The cakes made a disappointing flat thud against the wall and bench seat of the compartment, but more than made up for their lack of auditory impact with the theatrical spray of crumbs. In retaliation, Draco grabbed another Pumpkin Pasty and threw it at Harry, who had already ducked to fetch a couple of the Chocolate Frogs that hadn\'t been smashed into the floor.

Hearing the wet splat of the dessert hitting the wall behind him, Harry\'s head flew up and he peered at the scattered mess of orange behind him and cackled. \"Too slow! Now you\'re going to get it!\" came his battle cry as he tackled Draco to the floor and pinned his knees into Draco\'s thighs. Harry reached down to yank down the green and grey tie. He made rather short work of the buttons down Draco\'s shirt as the silver-eyed boy watched him.

Draco peered at the door and figured no one could really get in without a fuss anyway. If the racket didn\'t upset the others by now, they weren\'t likely to be upset by what he figured Harry was about to do. Reaching up, Draco grabbed the hem of Harry\'s t-shirt and tugged it over his head. The shirt collar caught Harry\'s glasses and he had to stop to grab them before they flew off. \"You\'re turning into such a dirty boy. Look at this mess and you\'re going to molest me?\" Draco asked.

\"Shut up already,\" grumbled Harry as he traced the chocolate around Draco\'s nipples and then wrote his name over Draco\'s chest. \"It\'s your fault for throwing wiggling things down my pants. I completely expect you to clean that up, you know,\" said Harry as he lowered his face to lick tenderly at the chocolate over Draco\'s chest. The confection-covered Slytherin writhed and whimpered under the warm tongue lapping him. The idea of cleaning the chocolate off of Harry\'s prick on the train home was almost more than Draco could bear. He almost creamed his pants at the notion. Instead he rutted his hips up and reached down Harry\'s body to unfasten his jeans.

\"My fault, hmm? I ruined your virtuous trip home?\" asked Draco as he pushed Harry\'s pants down along with his boxers and smirked at the smudges of chocolate on the other boy\'s prick. \"You\'re such a messy boy,\" he said as he tugged Harry up.

Harry shimmied out of his pants and quickly undid Draco\'s as he kissed the other boy deeply. Breaking the kiss he continued to walk up his body on his knees and then pressing his hands into the compartment floor, he turned himself around and slowly lowered himself over Draco\'s face. He moved forward, lowering his length into Draco\'s gaping mouth. Harry groaned as the velvety warmth surrounded and pulled at his prick. Then the golden boy picked up Draco\'s length and held it to his parted lips and breathed humidly over it. \"I suppose I am a dirty boy,\" he whispered as he slipped his tongue over the head, prodding the point of his tongue into the slit and then he spiraled his tongue around in wider strokes until he engulfed Draco\'s perfect pink prick.

Feeling the prick skim past his gag reflex, Draco could do little other than glide his tongue around the chocolate flavored erection that stabbed into his mouth. It was almost forceful to be taken this way and Draco was surprised at how much he enjoyed it. His throat constricted and undulated around Harry\'s cock as he felt the boy who lived draw his needy erection into his mouth and caress it with his tongue.

Draco hummed and shivered under Harry, the head of his lover\'s prick scraped the back of his throat as he turned his head to vary the sensations. Harry was similarly suckling and grazing his teeth along the sensitive shaft and skillfully over the head of Draco\'s cock, causing whimpers and keening. Draco was close, so close. He could feel his stomach bunching and burning. He was just about to explode when Harry pulled his body and mouth away brusquely. \"What... are... you... doing... you... dag?\" panted Draco whose expression anguished from the denied release.

\"I want you. I don\'t want to come like this; we\'re not going to see each other for a while,\" gasped Harry breathily.

Kicking his pants off, Draco nodded his comprehension. Of course, at this point he would\'ve done anything to get off. He\'d been so frustratingly close, and given Harry\'s blotchy face and matted, sweat-soaked hair, so had he. Draco hopped up onto his knees on the bench seat and splayed his legs open wide, which lowered him down a bit. His hot pink hole stretched out in front of Harry enticingly and the brunet couldn\'t resist dropping down for a moment to run his tongue over it. He took an unsullied Pumpkin Pasty and dug his thick fingers into it and the slid the warm pumpkin mash over the puckered hole and then slithered his tongue over it. He suctioned his lips around the hole and delved his tongue in to taste the strange tang and feel the warmth of the walls surrounding a different organ.

Draco\'s graceful hands walked up the wall, seeking purchase as he tilted to one side. Tucking his face against his arm, he started to wail his bliss at the loving heat of Harry\'s tongue inside of him. Finally his fingers found the grate of the overhead bin and he gripped it madly, sobbing in pleasure. \"Merlin Harry, more!\" he cried.

Straight away, Harry stood and slid the grease on his hand from the pasty over his length, wringing it a few times before he angled up and pressed the head against the relaxed hole. He thrust in quickly, gripping at Draco\'s hips as the pale boy ground back against him, forcing Harry to move in sooner and deeper than he\'d really intended. Draco\'s fingers tightened on the shelf as he slapped his body back against Harry\'s surging. It slammed the head of Harry\'s prick into his prostate savagely, causing Draco and Harry to cry out in chorus. After a few more hard strokes like that, their bodies covered in sweat and sweets, they came simultaneously. Draco\'s cock rained pearlescent leavings over the burgundy seat as Harry filled Draco.

Harry pulled Draco back into his arms, but then lost the ability to remain upright and both boys crumpled to the floor. The brunet had been clutching Draco so tightly that they stayed connected through the fall, which made Draco\'s lips curve into an amused smirk. Though the landing had been uncomfortable, they were otherwise in a spooning embrace that both boys were loath to leave.

After recovering for the next few minutes, Draco was the first to move, he let out a long and sated sigh as he peered around at their mess. He could feel the train starting to slow which announced their final approach to the train station. They needed to get up and clean, a notion that made Draco groan loudly. He\'d grown quite accustomed to finishing with Harry, having a chat and falling asleep entwined. Getting dressed and cleaning sounded like the least appealing thing to do; especially given the extended day he\'d endured and doubled by the fact that he wouldn\'t see his lover for at least a week. \"I don\'t want to get up,\" fussed Draco.

\"You\'d rather they burst in here and find us naked and covered in sweets?\" asked Harry as he reluctantly pushed himself up to look at the blond.

\"I thought you\'d licked all of that off of me. You left some? Lazy boy,\" he teased. Draco winced as Harry\'s flaccid length left his body, which made him feel empty and achy. Moving up onto his elbows, he felt come dribbling out and let out another long sigh. \"A week.\"

\"I know. I\'m sorry. At least you\'ll be staying with the Order. Why are you staying there, anyway?\" Harry asked as he stood up on his knees and pulled up his pants.

\"Dumbledore doesn\'t think it would be safe for the Tonkses or me if I stayed there. So I\'ll be hiding out for the summer,\" said Draco, trying hard to smile about it. While he supposed that Dumbledore didn\'t wish to see him dead, Draco believed that this level of consideration mostly because he was with the golden boy. The headmaster repeatedly stressed to Draco how hard it would be on Harry if Draco were murdered (although Draco maintained that his death would be harder on himself), or that Voldemort may even wish to kidnap Draco in order to lure Harry into a trap. The cunning boy understood the lecture, although it wasn\'t necessary. Draco wasn\'t the bravest of boys. He wasn\'t going to run out and leave himself open to attack.

Harry brightened remembering he\'d get to stay with Draco for the summer. Sure, the week would be miserable, but it was only a week, wasn\'t it? \"Good... great!\" he said gleefully, pulling his shirt back on. \"Hiding out with me!\" he beamed on. \"You\'d better get your clothes back on before we get to the station,\" he warned.

\"Right, right,\" groaned Draco as he sat up and winced again. Turning to his side, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it on, following it up with pulling his pants and boxers back on after staggering up. When the train finally pulled to a jerky stop, Draco grabbed onto Harry for balance and the two boys embraced until the train was stopped and then for a few moments after. \"I love you, Harry,\" said Draco quietly.

\"I love you too,\" said Harry, unwilling to let go of the blond, if even for just a week. Still, someone would be coming for them soon enough and the room smelled like sex and candy. \"I don\'t want to go,\" said Harry.

Draco sighed wistfully and withdrew. \"Me neither, but we\'re going to have to. And since I don\'t want everyone to know what a dirty food fetishist you are,\" he said as he pulled his wand. \"I\'ll clean this up. Be a dear and get my trunk down,\" drawled Draco.

Shaking his head at Draco for making him do the heavy lifting again, he dragged down Draco\'s trunk as well as his own as the fragile blond spelled the cabin and the both of them clean. Pocketing his wand, Draco leaned against his trunk as he watched Harry righting his, ready to leave. \"Are you coming?\" asked Harry.

\"No, I have to stay here. They\'re going to come and get me in a group and then take me to headquarters,\" said Draco.

\"Wow, you need a lot of guarding,\" observed Harry, although he understood. Draco could be slain by anyone. Only one person could kill Harry and that wasn\'t likely to happen on a train platform. Particularly since Voldemort still didn\'t know how to kill Harry.

\"I\'m precious cargo,\" pointed out Draco as he rocked to his toes, preening at how special he thought himself. Harry rolled his eyes theatrically.

\"Do you want me to wait with you?\" asked Harry.

\"No, you have your people waiting for you out there. I\'d hate to deprive you of your goodbyes to your friends,\" sneered Draco, drawing out \"friends\" in a way that made it clear that he still didn\'t much care for Hermione and Ron and likely saw them as competition.

\"That\'s very big of you, Draco,\" said Harry who chose to ignore the goading. He\'d have the whole summer to argue with Draco over his friends. \"So this is goodbye?\"

\"Just for the week,\" said Draco.

\"It will be a long week,\" said Harry as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his lover. Draco snuggled against Harry and pressed his lips against the Gryffindor\'s as well.

Brushing his lips against Harry\'s he said, \"Of course it will be. You\'ll miss me terribly.\" Before Harry could respond, Draco parted his lips and engaged his tongue in a lengthy and languid kiss. Draco was just starting to wonder if they might have time for more when there was a loud banging on their door.

\"Come on, Harry!\" Ron\'s voice sounded.

\"Time to go!\" Hermione called.

Draco broke the kiss and made a displeased face. Harry brought his hands up and caressed Draco\'s cheeks and traced downwards with his index fingers till they were pushing in the corners of Draco\'s mouth up into a smile. Harry then leaned forward and kissed the forced grin and whispered, \"Next week. I love you.\"

\"I love you, too,\" responded Draco, rolling his eyes at Harry\'s actions. He left the silly, forced grin on his face when Harry removed his fingers and watched him take up his trunk and open the door. Harry dragged the trunk behind him to the door and opened it to excited yips from his goofy friends.

If he turns to look at me before he leaves with his friends, he\'s mine forever.

If he\'s still looking when I turn around, we\'ll always be together.

Before he made it all the way out of the cabin, Harry looked back over his shoulder to see Draco still smiling at him.

Forever.