On The Other Side

A/N: Here we go again. Thank you to all of you who reviewed. I loved hearing from you! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from the writing of this fiction.

All Kinds of Messed Up

Professor Severus Snape watched Harry with concern the first day of classes. Double potions with the seventh year students was by far his favorite class to teach, but he found himself distracted by Harry’s moodiness and inattention. Harry had always enjoyed potions in the past, participated in all the discussions eagerly, and took pride in all his accomplishments. Of course, Severus knew all that enthusiasm was in part due to his own fostering and encouragement of Harry throughout the years.

Not that Harry was always a particularly likeable person. He did have a mean streak at times. But Severus valued the time he had spent perfecting Harry’s potion skills with extra sessions after class. The more time he spent with Harry, the more he could bring home to Lily, who was always desperate for any new memories he could share with her in his pensieve at home. It was the only means she had of watching Harry grow throughout the years.

Severus knew Lily would be very concerned when she saw how Harry was behaving. And he didn’t want her to have to worry. She did far too much of that as it was. He knew he couldn’t hide anything from her. She cherished every memory he brought home to her. Some days she would sit for hours, grabbing phial after phial, watching her son.

Severus asked Harry to come and see him after the rest of his classes had ended, but Harry barely looked at him and only grumbled something about being too busy. Something was definitely wrong. And Lily would never rest until Severus found out what it was.

OOOOO

Harry got through his first day of classes, but his mind was not into it. He tried to distract himself by making plans for the Horcrux search he needed to desperately get back to. He wasn’t sure how long he could stand being in this dimension. Everywhere he looked was injustice. Even the classes were segregated in seating arrangements and instruction. Anyone who was not a Slytherin was ignored, and so they kept quiet in the back of the classrooms, withdrawn and sullen.

And even worse, the professors and the Slytherins seemed not to notice the miserable plight of the others. If they did pay them any notice, it was in annoyance and scorn, as if they were pieces of gum that got stuck to the bottom of their shoes. If a member of another house got in the way of a Slytherin walking to class, they were callously pushed aside or sometimes even hexed. None of the Slytherins were ever reprimanded for mistreating the others. Instead, the unfortunates in the other houses were blamed and punished, even if it wasn’t their fault.

Harry was ready to go on a rampage by the end of the day. He wasn’t one to stand by when so many were getting stepped on. It made him physically ill to hold himself back from sticking up for the underdogs. He had to keep reminding himself that this wasn’t his world and he didn’t want to jeopardize the safety of James and Sirius by coming out against this world’s Voldemort and his laws.

“Harry, wait up,” Theodore Nott called out, running up next to him. “Where are you headed? Classes are over. Time to meet up with the others.”

“I have a visitor,” Harry replied, handing the notice to Theodore.

“Already? School’s just started and they miss you?” Teddy laughed.

“Something like that.”

“All right, see you later then?”

Harry nodded and continued on to the front of the castle where the visitor’s parlor was located. Standing within was Regulus, who smiled reassuringly as Harry entered.

“Hello, Harry.”

“Regulus,” Harry replied, sullenly.

“You all right?”

“What do think? I’m not exactly looking forward to meeting Voldemort.”

“Shhhhh,” Regulus hissed, stepping closer and looking about to make sure no one was near. He pulled out his wand and cast a privacy bubble around himself and Harry. “Why do speak so callously about him in front of others? That is not wise.”

“I hate him and I hate all his stupid laws. I hate what he has done to this world and to your lives.”

Regulus stared at Harry, temporarily speechless, and then said, “Was it his birthday gift? Did that offend your sensibilities?”

It was Harry’s turn to stare. “Are you daft? Do you think it is just one thing? It’s everything. Look around you for once. There are people suffering everywhere. How is that good? How is that acceptable? Why don’t you people fight against it?”

Regulus’ nostrils flared in anger. “Just what do you expect us to do, Harry? What has gotten into you? Are you suffering in some way? Everything James, Sirius and I have done was to create a life where you would be safe and thrive in. You have had all the privileges afforded by our sacrifices, but it is not enough for you? You want another war? More death, purges, what? You are too young to remember the last war. You have no idea the horrors we had to endure. Anyone who wants to repeat that has to be insane!”

“Do you even care about the others - the less privileged. Do you bother to see their plight?”

“I never said things were perfect. I know others suffer. But sometimes, all you can do is save those you love.” Regulus studied Harry’s angry stance then shook his head. “You’re becoming a man, Harry, with his own ideals of how things should be. It’s admirable, but dangerous. You must keep those thoughts to yourself.”

Harry took a deep breath and blew it out. “ Yeah, sorry, I can get a bit wound up at times. I don’t want to be a problem for you.”

Regulus reached out and squeezed Harry’s shoulder. “You’re not a problem,” he smiled. “But I wish we didn’t have this conversation, not before your meeting with the Dark Lord. I’m concerned, Harry, what memories he may try to pull from your mind.”

“Fuck,” Harry swore. Voldemort was a skilled Legilimens in this world too. Not good. And for more reasons than Regulus knew. “Why are you risking yourself by talking to me then?”

“I risk myself daily,” Regulus replied. “But luckily I have this.” He held up his hand, wiggling his ring finger.

Harry guessed that the ring prevented Voldemort from reading Regulus’ true thoughts. “Can I borrow it?”

“He’d know. Then it would really raise his suspicions.”

“How would he know? Do you think he pays close attention to your jewelry?”

“He’s the one who gave it to me. He’d know you’re wearing my ring.”

“Wait, hang on. Why would he give you a ring to prevent him from reading your thoughts?”

“Because it also prevents others from getting into my mind and learning all he has said and planned in private meetings.”

“You’re that close to him?”

Regulus looked at Harry, a bit surprised. “You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

Regulus shook his head. “Nothing. It’s not important right now. What is important is your meeting with him tomorrow. Harry, you can’t be against him to his face like that. You know that, right?”

Harry reluctantly nodded.

“He’s probably going to want to talk to you in parseltongue and ask you many questions. Just answer calmly and truthfully. If he suspects you are lying he may try to read your mind. As an extra precaution, I want you to go to Severus and ask him for a Foggy Memory Elixir. He’ll know what that is. Take it right before I come and fetch you at 7 p.m.”

“And if he suspects that I took a potion?”

“Then apologize that you’re feeling a bit wonky because there was a potion accident in class that day and you’re a bit dizzy. And then let’s hope that’s the last meeting he wants to have with you. Harry, it’s important that you try to be… unremarkable, unless you wish to have a future on his staff.”

“No thank you,” Harry frowned.

Regulus smiled slightly. “I thought you might say that.”

OOOOO

“Blimey. No wonder he’s been in a right state. When’s he meeting with the Dark Lord?” Gregory asked, as he lounged with his friends in their common room.

Theodore had followed Harry to the visitor’s parlor earlier and stayed just outside the door, hearing Harry say he wasn’t looking forward to meeting Voldemort before the silencing bubble had been cast around him. Once he couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation, he went back to meet their circle of friends and reported what he’d heard.

“Don’t know,” Teddy shrugged.

“I bet it’s because of the parseltongue,” Blaise added. “Do you think they are relatives?”

“Guess they probably have wizards trying to find out,” Vincent speculated.

“He’s been such an arse lately. Now we know why,” Blaise stated.

“That, and maybe because he’s tired of you trying to get into his pants every five minutes,” Draco said, tossing Blaise an irritated glare.

“Piss off, Draco,” Blaise grimaced. “I had no idea what he’s going through. He hasn’t exactly been telling us much lately.”

“You must admit,” Teddy said, “none of us were willing to spend much time with him this summer due to his behavior last spring. Maybe part of that anger is because we ignored him until his party.”

“Perhaps it was good for him to spend time on his own,” Draco replied. “In my opinion, he seems to have improved himself.”

Vincent Crabbe laughed. “Improved himself? Yah, right. Only if you think treating your friends like dirt is an improvement.”

“Something happened to him this summer and I suspect it was a lot more than Quidditch practice,” Draco added.

“Like what?” Blaise asked.

Draco shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

The door to the common room swung open and Harry entered. He stopped when he noticed his group of Slytherins sitting together and looking at him. Harry sighed, deciding he really needed to work on his acting skills. He was doing a terrible job so far and he knew they all thought he was ‘different’.

He strode over to the bunch and flopped down on the sofa between Draco and Theodore. “Hey, everyone, what’s up?”

“You tell us,” Theodore said.

Harry looked around at all of them, trying to think fast. “Yeah, I know I’ve been in a shit mood lately. Sorry. It’s not anything personal against any of you. It’s just… other stuff?”

“Stuff? Like meeting with the Dark Lord?” Gregory asked.

“You know?” Harry said, surprised.

“Well, yeah, word gets around,” Theodore said, his eyes shifting around guiltily.

“Apparently,” Harry replied.

“When, Harry?” Blaise asked.

“Tomorrow night.”

“I’ve met him before. He came to our home once,” Draco added. “It wasn’t so bad.”

“Did he come to your home with the express desire to drill you with questions?” Harry frowned.

“Point taken,” Draco conceded. “But you’re a loyal subject, Harry. I’m sure there is nothing to worry about.”

Harry couldn’t help but release a little bark of incredulous laughter. Loyal subject, indeed.

“What’s so funny?” Draco asked.

Harry could only shake his head. “Nothing.”

OOOOO

That night as Harry was about to turn off the lights and go to bed, a knock sounded on his door.

When Harry opened it, Blaise was standing there, the shirt of his pajamas unbuttoned. “Can we talk?”

“I was just about to get some sleep.”

“Just for a minute,” Blaise replied, glancing into the room to make sure that twerp Conner was not there.

Harry sighed, walking away from the door, but leaving it open for Blaise. As Blaise shut it, he said, “Look, Blaise, I kind of get the feeling that you want to be with me, but I’m not feeling that way back. So, if this is about that…”

“Why not? I think it took me this summer to realize that I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have gave up on us, Harry. I’ve really missed you.”

Just great, Harry thought. He couldn’t talk about the past relationship because he wasn’t there for it. He’d have to wing it.

“We had some good times, yeah? But, I just don’t feel the same anymore. Can’t we be friends now?”

“Is there someone else? Are you into Conner now?”

“No, not at all.”

Blaise took a step forward, raising his fingers to Harry’s sternum and touching him softly. “Maybe we can start all over again, from scratch. This may sound crazy, but I feel like I barely know you. You seem so different to me somehow. I really want to get to know you all over again, Harry.”

Harry grabbed Blaise’s wrist and brought his hand down. “I don’t want that.”

Blaise’s eyes hardened a bit. “What do you want then? You want a fuck buddy? No strings? I can be that too, better than Conner can.”

“No! Look, I don’t want Conner either. I’ve got too much going on in my life right now. Why can’t you understand that? My world is falling apart and all you can think about is fucking.”

“Falling apart? What are you on about? What else is going on beside your meeting with the Dark Lord? Why don’t you fucking talk about it?” Blaise snapped.

“Because it’s my own private business.”

Blaise stared at him a moment before turning for the door. “Fine, Harry, keep your secrets. I’m sure they’re not that interesting anyway.”

Harry released a breath as the door slammed. Hopefully, that conversation would end Blaise’s pursuit. He sat down on the edge of his bed, thinking about all the offers for sex lately. It would be so easy to say yes and experiment with it while he was in this dimension. No one back home would ever be the wiser.

His mind kept going back to that kiss with Draco at his birthday party. He actually felt guilty that he had enjoyed it so much. The Draco back home would probably hex him if he tried to kiss him. Harry laid back on the bed and laughed at the thought of Malfoy’s angry face, wiping the kiss off with his forearm and sneering, “What the fuck, Potter! I’ll fucking kill you for this.”

O.K., so Harry could probably admit to himself that he was gay. Why he hadn’t realized it before was a mystery to him. He supposed that he had always had more pressing matters on his mind with his constant struggles, that romance had taken a backseat. Nothing really became of his interest in Cho. In retrospect, he probably didn’t try hard enough because the desire wasn’t strong enough.

And then his relationship with Ginny. As he had already realized, there was a huge difference between kissing her and kissing Draco. Maybe he hadn’t realized he was gay until he actually knew the difference. After all, Draco was the first bloke he had ever kissed. And, yes, it was far more exciting than he had ever imagined. Kissing Ginny and Cho - it was sweet and comforting. But kissing Draco… it made him hard and needy for more.

Harry found his hand moving over his abs and onto his cock as he remembered the kiss and the feel of Draco’s hands holding his thighs. Closing his eyes, he imagined what it would have felt like if Malfoy would have moved his hands higher. As Harry brought himself off, he pushed the guilt over his desire away.

OOOOO

After classes ended the following day, Harry returned to the potion’s classroom to find Professor Snape and do as Regulus requested. This dimension’s Snape seemed far less intimidating, in fact, he really seemed to like Harry for some reason. And as Harry began to become accustomed to this world’s nicer Snape, his anger upon seeing his face had lessened.

“Professor?” Harry began, catching Snape before he left.

“Harry? I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been meaning to speak to you.”

“Oh?” Harry almost laughed. This was quite strange for him.

“Yes,” Snape nodded. He waved his wand to shut the door, giving them privacy.

For a moment Harry panicked, hoping he had never slept with Snape in this dimension. But then he saw genuine concern in the older man’s eyes.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit short with everyone lately. Is everything all right?” Snape inquired.

“Not really, no. I’ve got to meet with Voldemort tonight and I’m a bit concerned.”

Severus froze, staring at Harry. Then he sighed. “Of course, the parseltongue,” he remembered. Severus turned and paced a bit. “He may be merely curious. What are your concerns?”

“Perhaps his skill in Legilmancy.”

“And what, pray tell, is so interesting about your childhood that he would have to know?”

“Far more than I’d wish him to find out.”

Snape turned, meeting Harry’s eyes. “I’ve known you all your life, Harry. There is nothing shocking about your life. It’s been quite normal.”

Harry knew he’d have to convince Snape that he needed help if he were to receive it. “What if he finds out how much I hate him, how much I loathe this world he rules and what he has done to my family?”

Snape step quickly toward Harry. “Tell me you haven’t been talking ill about him! Tell me!”

Harry took a step back, shocked by Snape’s vehemence. “Are you going to tell on me?”

“Of course not!” he snapped, surprised at Harry’s ignorance. “That would not benefit my situation in the least. Quite the opposite.”

It dawned on Harry suddenly. He remembered being told that Lily was cared for by a pardoned half-blood. It had to be Snape!

“Oh,” he breathed. “It’s you then. Things make more sense now.”

Snape stepped away, shutting his eyes a moment. “I know we never spoke of it, but surely you knew.” He opened his eyes studying Harry’s expression.

“Perhaps,” Harry replied, trying not to be as big of a dick as the other Harry had been. According to Tally, the other Harry was ashamed of Lily. But that was the last thing Harry wanted to portray to the man who allegedly loved her. “But I was told it was a forbidden topic. How… how is she?”

Snape cast a silencing spell on the room. “We shouldn’t be speaking of this. Not with your meeting tonight.”

“Then give me the Foggy Memory Elixer. I’ll blame it on a potion’s accident if he suspects I’ve tampered with my mind.”

“That takes three days to brew. You know that!” Snape snapped. “Merlin, Harry.”

“I thought you might have a supply of it.”

“No, I do not.”

“Fuck!”

“Do not use such language.”

“It’s an expression of my frustration. You have to have something I can use, right? I don’t want any more trouble for my parents.”

“Nor do I.”

Harry studied Snape’s concerned face. “Do you love her?” he couldn’t help asking.

“With everything I am,” Snape replied without hesitation.

Harry nodded. “That’s good. I’m happy that someone has found happiness in this screwed up world.”

The professor’s eyes swept down. “She could be happier. She misses you. She loves you more than you’ll ever know.”

Harry actually felt pain in that moment. Pain that this world’s Lily would soon have a dead son to mourn. Harry leaned back heavily against a desk, dreading the day Lily, Sirius, James and Regulus would have to find out about their loss. As if their lives weren’t shitty enough. Sometimes, having a family that cared about you was far harder than having one that didn’t.

What would they all do when their reason for following the rules was no longer in existence?

He should never have come here. He shouldn’t have to care so much for these people. They weren’t his people. He had to keep telling himself that over and over.

Harry cleared his throat. “Yeah, so, what do I do about tonight? Should I say I’m not feeling well?”

Snape’s expression turned sour. “You cannot ignore a summons by our Lord.” He moved toward his potion’s cabinet, unlocking and looking at all the phials, thoughtfully. Relocking it, he moved toward the door. “Stay here, I can only think of one thing that may work.”

Harry tapped a rhythm on the desk top, waiting a few minutes for Snape to return and hold up a phial of shiny, milky liquid in front of his face.

“Liquid Luck?” Harry inquired, before realizing that it might be called something else in this world.

“Hmmm?” Snape pondered. “I suppose you could call it that. Tell me what you wish to accomplish tonight, then drink it, and it shall be so.”

For a moment Harry thought he might wish for Tally to bring him a Kortle seed tonight. “Do I have to say it out loud?”

“Of course. There is power in words.”

Harry sighed. “Can I have a few moments alone then.”

Snape squinted at him in suspicion. “I’m not handing over such a valuable and rare potion so you can make a wish to become a Quidditch super champion. This is a serious matter.”

Harry grinned at the memory of Ron when he had thought he had drank Liquid Luck in order to excel at Quidditch. “You don’t trust me?”

“You can be a bit impulsive.”

“Can I wish to have more wishes?” Harry joked.

Severus only blinked at him, a dead serious expression on his face.

“All right,” Harry sighed. “Let’s hope this works.”

Snape handed the potion to Harry. “Now, state clearly how you wish tonight to proceed.”

Harry wrapped his fingers around the phial, gazing at the milky liquid, and said, “I, Harry James Potter, desire this evening to be a success. Voldemort will look favorable upon me and my family and will not find any reason to delve into my memories or force me to reveal any information that would harm my family and friends.”

Severus nodded in approval and said, “Now, drink.”

Harry swallowed it with letting it linger in his mouth, knowing that most potions tasted fairly foul. Immediately he felt it spread throughout his veins and up to his brain, and he felt temporarily disoriented. He gripped the desk so he wouldn’t fall at the sensation. “Whoa.”

The professor reached out and steadied Harry by his arm. “It will take a few hours before the light headedness settles down. It’s good that you took it now, so you will feel more yourself by the time the meeting starts.”

Harry held up his hand to his eyes, spreading his fingers apart and then together. “I’m fucking drunk.”

“Language, Harry.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry. But you never warned me of this side effect. How am I suppose to get through the afternoon when I’m feeling tipsy?”

“I suggest a nap. The room may feel like it’s spinning, but at least you won’t make a fool of yourself.” Snape led Harry to a chair. “Sit a moment and let the worst of it pass first.”

“Thanks,” Harry said, as he sat.

Severus gazed at Harry, surprised at how different he seemed this year. More polite, thoughtful, and actually inquiring how Lily faired. In the past, if Severus even hinted about Lily, Harry would coldly turn the conversation away. Perhaps Harry had finally matured and grown some compassion. He knew that giving Lily today’s memory for the pensieve would be one she’d cherish. He couldn’t wait to see her happiness at Harry’s inquiry about her. But he also knew she’d worry the night away about Harry’s meeting.

After around two minutes had passed, Harry stood and declared that he was well enough to walk. He was still feeling pretty damn good, but his vision was less wobbly. As he made his way toward the door, he heard Severus say, “Good luck, Harry.”

OOOOO

Harry made his way happily up to the tower, whistling and singing. People he passed looked at him strangely and girls giggled. Before he could say the password to Slytherin, Malfoy stepped outside the door.

“There you are, Harry. Let’s go,” he said, grabbing Harry’s arm and heading away from the dorms.

“Go where?” Harry asked, smiling. Nothing could bring him down today. Not even being in Malfoy’s presence.

The corner of Draco’s lips twitched slightly, amused at Harry’s extreme change from angry wizard to happy wizard. Was he bi-polar?

“Quidditch tryouts are next week. You said at your party that you want to try out for the team. Let’s go practice, yeah? I checked and the pitch is clear.”

Harry’s eyebrows lifted, “Oh, yeah, I did say that, didn’t I?” he laughed. “I was going to take a nap…”

“A nap? Come on, you lazy sod. You don’t want that body to go back to the way it was, do you?” Draco’s eyes swept him up and down.

“Lazy sod? Fuck off,” Harry chuckled. “There is nothing lazy about me.”

“Prove it,” Draco challenged.

“Fine, I will,” Harry move his face closer and smiled, making Draco’s libido quicken.

“Have you been drinking?” Draco inquired, suspicious of Harry’s mood extreme.

“What if I have?” Harry laughed.

“Then, we better sober you up before your big meeting tonight, don’t you think?”

Harry shrugged and grinned in a way that most saps would consider adorable.

Draco shook his head. “Come on, let’s walk to the pitch. The fresh air will do you good.”

OOOOO

Draco was getting a bit irritated. They had been practicing for over an hour and Harry was still acting wonky, laughing and not taking anything serious. He had hoped being on brooms again would remind Harry of the kiss they had shared and perhaps it would ignite a repeat performance. This time, however, Draco did not plan on stopping at three minutes.

But Harry was batting the quaffle around, dropping it and thinking it was hilarious to display such buffoonery. He flew around the pitch making jokes and doing rolls through the hoops. Draco couldn’t seem to engage him in one place long enough to flirt.

“Watch this,” Harry called out for what seemed the hundredth time and zoomed past Draco’s head by inches, laughing.

Finally Draco picked up a bludger, took aim and whacked at Harry’s broom, putting him in a spin and making him so dizzy that he slipped off his broom. Luckily the distance to the ground was short.

“Ouch!” Harry laughed. “You arse!”

Draco landed next to him, kneeling down at his side and frowning that Harry was still so damn happy, even after getting knocked off his broom. He shook his head. “This is more than liquor, isn’t it? What did you take, Harry?”

Harry studied Draco’s face. Was he really concerned? He looked quite cute leaning over him like that. Wait? Cute? Harry laughed again. “It was a potion,” he answered honestly.

“You’re an idiot, you know. Which one was it? I may have to get you to the hospital wing. We can’t have you laughing at our Lord.”

Harry shook his head. “It’ll wear off soon enough. I was nervous about tonight, so I took something to help me feel better,” he lied.

“You better hope it wears off soon,” Draco warned, concerned.

Harry grinned playfully. “You look so cute when you are worried.”

Draco gazed at him, his eyes following along Harry’s prone body. Finally Harry was flirting with him. Yet, did it count if he was not himself?

The potion made Harry feel bold and he couldn’t believe the words that came out of his own mouth next. “Could you be any more obvious, Draco? Checking me out while I’m laying here, helpless?” he laughed.

“Helpless?” Draco scoffed. “You didn’t fall that far.” He curled his bottom lip in and moistened it, looking at Harry’s chest again and then back to his eyes. “But you may be right about me checking you out.”

Harry threw his arms out to the sides, grinning playfully. “Here’s your chance. You better take it while I’m feeling so good. Once I’m angry again, I may not be so agreeable.” A little voice in the back of Harry’s mind was yelling, “What the hell are you doing?” But Harry just didn’t care at the moment. The delicious feelings curling inside him were far more interesting.

“Maybe I find angry sexy too,” Draco said, hovering closer to Harry’s face and feeling Harry’s breath on his lips.

And then a hundred sensations seemed to hit Harry at once as Draco pressed his lips and his body down on top of Harry’s. Their mouths opened at once and their tongues tangled hungrily, hands slid up and under shirts and legs wrapped around one another. Harry had no more awareness of the Quidditch pitch or the sky or the trees around them. He was floating in a sea of exquisite sensation as they rocked against one another, kissing and grasping, squeezing and tasting. Never had he known such raw need.

When Draco slipped his hand between their bodies and into Harry’s pants, wrapping his fingers around Harry’s cock, Harry could barely contain himself. He followed suit, moving his own hand down the front of Draco’s pants and grasping him as well. Mouths still locked together, they moaned bringing each other off as their bodies rubbed together, getting hot and damp with exertion.

After they had both peaked, Harry removed his hand and flopped back down onto his back, breathing heavily. Draco reluctantly followed suit, laying next to him and wondering what would happen next. He probably shouldn’t have taken advantage of Harry when he was on a potion, but the temptation was too great. And, perhaps, this would be the start of something between them. For the first time, Draco felt a little vulnerable, knowing that Harry could very well feel differently once he was sober. He knew he had to remain in control and not make a fool out of himself like Blaise did by being too pushy.

“Wow,” Harry grinned, breaking the silence. “That was… really fun.” He turned his head to the side, smiling at Draco. “Thanks for that.”

Draco turned on his side, facing Harry and shook his head. “Shut up, you idiot.” He pressed his lips onto Harry’s. Trying to show Harry that his feelings didn’t end with the orgasms. He didn’t want this to be a one off.

“Mmmm,” Harry moaned, deepening the kiss. When their faces parted, Harry’s face sobered a bit and his eyes connected with Draco’s for a moment, searching. Then he turned his head and looked at the sky. “It’s getting dark. We should get back.”

OOOOOO

A/N For the reviewer that requested a little Harry/Draco action, that was for you. With the complexity of Harry’s situation and emotions, I couldn’t have too much, too soon.

I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. The story is really coming together in my mind now and I’m getting excited to present it to you. Please send and review and let me know your thoughts. Thank you for being a great audience!