The Truth

Hi. Yes I am still alive, no I've not gone crazy and three, it's complete! Finally I managed to overcome writers block and the flu and finished it!

Thank you to all my lovely reviewers who inspired me to continue writing even though I could barely lift a finger! Thank god for wireless internet and laptops!

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Harry spent the rest of the weekend, moping in the Gryffindor tower. Rarely leaving, not even to eat and losing the occational wizard chess game with Ron.

Ron and Hermione, but mainly Hermione had tried to find out what the problem was but Harry refused to talk about it and they soon gave up even trying to talk to him.

Dobby had taken to appearing at meal times with a tray laden with food and Harry would nibble at it occationally just to please him and Hermione. He strongly suspected that it was on Hermione's wishes that Dobby was bringing him food in the first place.

As Monday grew closer, Harry made up his mind.

He would force the truth from Draco, one way or another.

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"Harry, please eat something ..."

Harry didn't answer her, he hadn't spoken to either Ron or Hermione since Sunday afternoon.

'I don't want to eat. The emptyness reminds me. Reminds me of all the reasons why he's my enemy, why I shouldn't like him. Reminds me of the hole he slashed inside me. The emptyness which only he can fill.'

A single tear dropped onto the depressed Gryffindor's spoon but then his core of steel spoke up like it usually did when he was on the verge of breaking down completely.

Harry found heart in that.

He resolved never to shed another tear over him, not until he knew the truth.

'The truth shall set me free, from either depression or life itself. I want to feel something other than the pain I've suffered all my life.'

Harry stood and wandered from the Great Hall.

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The rest of Harry's day passed in a whirl of black and grey depressive thoughts, puffs of multicoloured smoke and a flash of white blonde hair.

Harry sat, slumped in an armchair in the Gryffindor common room, waiting.

The minutes ticked by and still Harry sat. He knew he was going to be late for his detention but could muster no energy to move.

The whole tower began to shake and tremble, the windows rattled and the armchair he was sitting in began to vibrate along the floor.

'What? An earthquake? In England? No way! ...'

Harry jumped up and the shaking stopped. An empty green packet dropped onto the floor as well as little purple particles, like sand, from his head and shoulders. He brushed it away, picked up the empty packet and read it whilst walking towards the portrait hole.

'It's one of Fred and George's products. Instant Earthquake? Guaranteed to shake anyone into reality. So that earthquake was inside my head? Brought on by one of the twins' products ... Well at least someone cares enough to get my arse in gear and knew me well enough to know how ...'

Harry mentally thanked Hermione.

Before Harry realised he was accidentally walking past Snape's office. He shoved the empty wrapper into his pocket, doubled back and entered the gloom of Snape's office.

"It's about time you got here, Potter."

The voice was not that of the Potions master.

"What're you doing here, Malfoy."

"Oh well, it's not like I have a detention to serve. I just like to look at the pretty things that Snape keeps in his office and the wonderfully addictive aroma that they secrete. What do you think, Potter?"

"Well sorry, no need to get sarcastic. Bastard."

Draco just smirked until a slight squeaking drew both of their attentions.

A ghostly disembodied hand was writing on the blackboard.

'Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter,
For your detentions this evening, Mr Malfoy is to catalogue all of the potions in the store cupboard, noting the name of the potion, it's effects and the expiry date. Mr Potter is to scrub the floor and desks by hand then assist Mr Malfoy.
. You are locked in until all the tasks are completed. No magical assistance will be tolerated.

S. Snape'

Harry scowled. As usual, Snape's star pupil had gotton off reletivly lightly. At least catalogueing the two thousand or so potions was boring and Harry only hoped that he would abandon the task and figure a way out, leaving him to finish it all in peace.

To his surprise, Draco got stuck into the task at once. Harry followed suit, rolling up his shirt sleeves and filling a bucket with hot soapy water.

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An hour later and Harry had a fully fledged plan, ready to take flight.

He paused in his scrubbing, waiting for the Slytherin to pick up the right potion.

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The Slytherin mechanically picked up vials, wrote down everything on some partchment and then picked up another, allowing his mind to wander. He watched Harry out of the corner of his eye and noticed how he had negleted himself. The Gryffindor had lost a considerable amount of weight and his skin had a grey-ish pallour, making look thin and drawn, as though he was terminally ill. He noticed that Harry stole glances at him too.

'The golden boy must be really stuck on me ...'

At that point, guilt began to assault him.

Draco grumbled slightly to himself about stupid consciences, around the newly formed lump in his throat, as he picked up a vial which didn't appear to have anything in it. Draco turned it over in his hands and noticed that the word 'Experimental' was written down the side of it.

He sat thinking, his grey eyes slightly glazed with concentation but he noticed the eerie silence and miniscule writing too late.

The vial smashed before he could react, releasing a colourless, tasteless gas, which Draco inhaled.

'Veriteserum, in gas form! Damn Snape and his experiments! One day he's going to go too far!'

Harry heard the vial smash and stowed his wand back into his robes and continued scrubbing, a secret smile ever so slightly apparent on his features. Harry heard a murmer behind him and knew that the potion had begun to work.

"I still sleep with my favorite teddy bear ..."

"What was that Malfoy?"

"I still sleep with my favorite teddy bear, called Mr Devious..."

"Really?"

Harry smiled mischeivously at Draco as the blonde nodded his head enthusiastically, looking a lot like a nodding dog on speed. His eyes so wide that they looked like he had stolen the golden dinner plates in the Great Hall and used them as contact lenses, his hands clamped over his mouth, though secrets were still managing to squeeze through the roadblock.

"I used to jerk off to the time when I caught Snape in bed with that guy pretending to be Professor Moody..."

'Ew, thats one I did not need to know, but lets see what else the Slytherin ice prince is hiding from everyone.'

Harry guessed that the one he was looking for would be close to the end of the stream, as the secret's seemed to be escalating in seriousness.

"I used to dress up in my mother's finest clothes and parade around the manor ..."

'Some of these I really could use against him ...'

"... The real reason for the scar on my lower back is because I was practising sexual positions on a particularly fragile glass table ..."

Harry couldn't help snorting in laughter. He was feeling better already and he hadn't even gotton to the part he most wanted to hear about. Draco on the other hand was still stuggling to stifle the comments issuing from his mouth and was almost suffocating himself in the process.

"I never wanted to join Lord Voldemort but he threatened to tell my parents that I'm gay and then kill them..."

'Oh so it was about ultimate dishonour and then death that drove him to try and kill Dumbledore ...'

Harry was beginning to feel a twinge of guilt about sending a stinging hex at the vial containing the gas form of Veretiserum and breaking it, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Draco was panic stricken and whilst still trying (and failing) to stuff his fist into his mouth, his eyes were flicking around for an escape, but he was locked in.

'Great, locked in with the one person who is bound to exploit my weaknesses that I've never told anybody else. Draco you should have been more careful!'

Draco slapped himself once on the forehead for effect but the secrets kept on coming.

"I pushed Harry away during our last detention with Snape because I didn't know what to make of these new ... felemphs ... I thinnnnn, mph ... I lumph hmmmm..."

Draco managed to stifle the flow just when Harry wanted to hear what he had to say the most. Harry was sick of waiting. He jumped on the Slytherin, knocked him onto his back and forced his hands away from his mouth.

"Repeat that last thing for me, Malfoy."

Draco struggled against the Gryffindor straddling his thighs and holding his hands above his head at the wrists, effectivly pinning him to the floor but he couldn't do anything about the words that jumped from his lips with the last wisps of Veretiserum.

"I didn't know what to make of these new feelings, I think I love him ..."

Draco stopped stuggling and turned his face away, closing his eyes. He lay still, panting slightly, feeling the heat creep up his neck and his blood pool in his nether regions when he discovered where Harry happened to be located.

"Well Draco, there's only one response to that."

The Slytherin barely registered what Harry had said as all but the most vital thought processes were forced from his mind by a hot pair of lips roughly pressed against his.

At first Draco tried to resist but soon he couldn't deny his need for the man on top of him any longer. The kiss deepened and Draco found that Harry had ran his hands down to Draco's shirt and was busy undoing the buttons. The Slytherin lightly cupped Harry's face and pulled him away, just enough to break the kiss.

"Arn't you annoyed with me? After all I put you through? Just because of my stupid pride and reputation and confusion?"

The Gryffindor looked bemusedly at him for a while and then smiled warmly, the first genuine smile for at least a week.

"Of course I am, but I'll deal with that later. Right now all you have to do it concentrate on making it up to me."

Harry purred the last few words and Draco pulled Harry down onto him. A heated kiss ensued, tongues and teeth clashed, seeking dominance. Harry ripped open Draco's shirt, frustrated by the fact that he couldn't undo them when he wasn't looking. Little white button's flew around the room and one would have taken out Harry's eye if he hadn't been wearing his glasses.

The lense of his glasses cracked so he roughly threw the glasses to the side and began to lavish the Slytherin's neck with a series of bites and kisses. Draco hissed as he felt a slight trickle of blood escape from Harry's torturously hot mouth, only to be captured again by his tongue, tracing the trail lightly.

Draco roughly ran his fingers through Harry's pitch black locks and to his surprise Harry grabbed his wrists again and held them tightly above his head with one hand, whilst the other slid down Draco's exposed chest. He flicked lightly at a nipple as his hand skimmed past and it hardened from the cold and the Slytherin moaned in delight but the hand didn't stop there. It dropped down to cup Draco's very prominent erection and began to rub in circles and he shivered in delight.

Draco strained slightly against the hand that held his wrists. Seeking to touch the skin he knew was smooth and silky, like velvet, the skin he couldn't stop thinking about. The memory of it's texture was driving him crazy, he longed to caress it once more and revel in it's feel.

"You want to touch me, Draco?"

Draco nodded, too out of breath to respond with words.

"Really? Why should I let you? Hmm?"

Draco just stared with confused eyes.

"Why should you touch me? Why, when you said 'Urgh get off me' at our last detention?"

Harry lessoned the pressure that was on Draco's throbbing cock so that it was just light and feathery. Pure torture.

Draco squirmed in frustration, trying to get more contact but Harry just reared up onto his hands and knees resulting in less contact than before and a bruiseing force crushing the Slytherin's wrists. Draco whimpered and Harry leaned over him to let the breath of his next words ghost lightly over the shell of his ear.

"So then why should I touch you? You obvioulsly didn't want me too ..."

Harry stopped massaging Draco's hard member and moved it over to his own prominent bulge. He pressed down hard and moaned deep in his throat.

"I should just touch myself then ..."

Harry leaned back enough so that Draco could see what he was doing and slowly unzipped his trousers, pulling them down, one-handed, with his boxer briefs to release his hard cock, leaking precome and dripping occationally onto Draco. Draco moaned and squirmed even more seeking some kind of contact.

"I want you to beg me, Draco. Beg for my touch."

"Please."

The word was barely audiable, sounding more like a hiss than a request.

"What was that? Didn't quite catch it."

"Please, Harry."

Only a little louder and barely distiguishable from the hiss let out at the same time. Harry wrapped his hand around his own cock and slowly stroked himself, moaning in delight.

"Well unless you beg you're not getting anything, and a word from the wise ..."

Harry groaned and his hand quickened it's pace ever so slightly

"Unless I hear your pleading soon ..."

Draco's eyes glazed as he watched Harry from under him, the battle between his pride and severe longing extremely evident on the pale boy's face.

" ... umph ... ah ... I'll be coming without y-"

"PLEASE HARRY! ... Touch me, kiss me ... bite me, do ... something! Anything! This is torture!"

Harry stopped stroking himself reluctantly and loosened his hold on the blonde's wrists. It was lucky that Draco's resolve broke when it did, a couple of seconds later and Harry wouldn't have been able to stop himself.

"Well well, he speaks ... and that has to have been the only truthful thing you've said to me all week."

Draco pulled his hands free from Harry's slackened grip and flipped them both so that the Gryffindor was flat on his back and the Slytherin lying above, crushing their throbbing cocks together, their twin moans intwining at the intensity of the sensations, especially Draco and his neglected cock.

"Shut up you bastard."

Draco whispered affectionatly before claiming Harry's mouth with his. Draco reached down and pulled Harry's trousers and boxers the rest of the way off as the Gryffindor went to work on his trousers and they both made short work of it. As soon as it was free, Harry grabbed Draco's hard cock and began to stroke it as Draco did likewise. The searing kiss was broken with loud moans and heavy breath from the both of them.

Draco ceased in his stroking and brought his fingers up to Harry's mouth.

"Wet these."

Those two words prompted an immediate flashback to the same room and experience exactly one week previously.

Harry shivered slightly at the memory of the whispered conversation. He had trusted him without any solid reason to. Now, he still had every reason to distrust him but instead he listened to the little voice that had said all along that there was some good in Draco.

Like a pinpoint of pure light, a star, in the vast blackness of night. A guiding force. A feeling. A reason. A spark of humanity that occationally got blown on and became a flaming beacon of trust.

It burnt for Harry.

Harry saw that now as he gazed into Draco's silver orbs. It was different to the feeble imitation that Draco had faked. In Draco's eyes now, all barriers had been cast aside and the path lay open, the darkness lifted and the bright light of love shone from Draco's eyes.

Draco loved him. Harry had known that before and now he knew for certain.

Harry stopped stroking Draco and took three of his fingers into his mouth with renewed vigor. The revelation in Harry's mind had happened so fast that there was no hesitation after the whispered request and Draco wondered where this enthusiasm had come from but he didn't wonder for long.

As soon as the Gryffindor had wet them enough, Draco removing his fingers and drew Harry's legs up and out of the way. He traced the slick fingers around Harry's entrance then slowly pushed a finger inside.

Draco slowly worked the finger in and out and undid the buttons on Harry's shirt with the other. The shirt came undone and Draco captured a dusky nipple between his teeth and bit down gently. Harry moaned deep within his throat and Draco added a second finger.

The Slytherin picked up the pace and scissored his fingers, preparing Harry for something much bigger, and that wasn't just Draco's ego talking. He curved his fingers, searching for Harry's prostate.

'There!'

The Gryffindor moaned and pushed back against Draco's fingers, fucking himself on them and Draco added a third digit, working them faster.

"Enough, Draco! I'm sick of your fingers, I want your hard cock deep inside of me."

The way Harry demanded nearly made Draco come then and there, but he managed to retain some of his self control. He withdrew his fingers, cast a quick lubrication spell then positioned his cock and slowly pushed himself into Harry.

Harry hissed slightly against the twinge of pain when Draco was fully sheathed inside Harry. Draco stayed perfectly still. He didn't want to hurt Harry and he was determined to make up for being a complete arse over the past couple of days.

"Ahh ... Draco ... Move ... Please!"

Draco swiftly complied. He didn't know how much longer he could have kept that still in that position, the tight heat was already driving him around the bend. He drew back until he was almost completely out then slammed back in. Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's waist and met his every thrust, each time pounding an internal tattoo on his prostate. Sending out wave after wave of intense pleasure, it felt like utter euphoria, ultimate pleasure every time the blonde slammed home.

The door knob turned and in walked the Potions Master, looking as though he had just had a bath in grease, his hooked nose buried almost as deep into his paper work as Draco's cock was in Harry's arse.

Snape heard a noise. Deep, heavy panting, a rhythmic slapping. He turned towards the sound, noticed the two boys entwined on the stone floor, then kept right on turning.

His thoughts as he left were somewhere along the lines of ...

'Oh for fuck's sake, not again ... Potter was supposed to clean the damn floor not make it worse, damn hormonal teenagers ... I finally get a new desk and now I'll have to move offices too ... My new desk won't fit into any other room, they had trouble getting it in here ...'

Snape's internal and thankfully completely silent rant as he left were totally ignored by both Harry and Draco, who continued to go at it like rabbits.

Harry could feel that he was close. The tension in his abdomen tightening like he had never felt it before. He knew that Draco must be close too but as much as they both wanted it to continue, unfortunatly all good things must end and the chain reaction was initiated by Draco.

Harry caught Draco by the back of his neck and roughly pulled him into a light kiss. It was too much for Draco and he came, thundering over the edge of orgasmic bliss, Harry following not long afterwards. White stars erupted all around and for a few seconds both passed out.

Harry woke up first, sticky, tired and very satisfied with Draco still inside him and half crushing him too.

"Draco ... Draco wake up ..."

"No ..." Came the flat reply.

"Draco you're suffocating me ..."

Draco sighed like a little kid forced into action.

"Fine ..."

Draco rolled to one side and immediatly regretted the action.

"Oh, Harry why'd you make me move? It's cold ..."

The speech was slurred slightly through layers of sleepiness. Harry poked the blonde in the ribs.

"Come on. Get dressed. The door's open so you can sleep in your dorm, not here."

"Fine, only because it's you Harry."

Draco dragged himself into a standing position and allowed Harry to perform a cleansing charm on him. He haphazardly buttoned the few remaining on his shirt and dragged on his trousers and Harry mimicked the actions, retrieving his glasses from the corner of the room repairing them and setting them back on his nose.

"Um, sorry about ripping your shirt."

"It's okay Harry, I've got loads of them."

"Good, because I wasn't lending you one of mine."

Harry smiled at Draco's pout.

"And why not? We're about the same size."

Harry laughed.

"Do you not have enough blood to run your brain and your cock in quick sucession? It's because my shirts all have the Gryffindor logo on, you twit!"

He punched the Slytherin lightly in the shoulder.

"Oh yeah ..."

Draco was interrupted by a loud grumbling sound. They left the dungeons and Draco pulled on Harry's hand dragging him across the entrance hall and down another flight of steps towards a painting of a bowl of fruit. He tickled the pear, which giggled then turned into a green doorknob.

"Come on, Harry let's get you something to eat!"

Inside the kitchens Harry's knees were reaquianted with Dobby the house elf, who after his enthusiastic welcome, went off in search of the requested items.

"Hey, Draco?"

"Yeah Harry?"

"You know I love you, don't you?"

"Yeah and I love you too."

"That's the truth for once."

They shared a smile and sat down to enjoy the meal that the house elves had brought.

Luckily Snape never was the same again so was unable to give them another detention. One time he went crazy and tried to burn down Hogwarts, in his words it was to clean it from all the student's activities.

Needless to say that whoever was unfortunate enough to venture into Snape's office after that, would notice one patch of floor a lot cleaner than the rest and the stone at the exact centre of the clean patch will have a ragged crack in it.

Much like a lightning bolt entwined with a serpent.