Boys on the Radio

Chapter Four

Burn the sorrow from your eyes

Oh come on, be alive again

Don't lay down and die

Harry could think of nothing but Draco. Draco had changed his life. He was so much happier. Even Ron and Hermione seemed to be worrying less about him, not breathing down his shoulder as much. Then again, Harry actually began talking to his friends again over the next few days. Draco and he did not meet again for the next few days, as the workload was getting to both of them.

But there were the letters. They sent letters to each other everyday, giving each other daily joy. They spoke of joyful things most of the time, such as each other, and the fun times they had had so far, but other times ... they spoke of things more sinister. Harry talked about what happened in the graveyard; Draco talked about the abuse Lucius Malfoy had imposed on him such as using the Cruciatus Curse. But they were there for each other.

"Harry, are you listening?" It was Hermione's voice. Harry was just reading the latest letter from Draco, smiling to himself. "Ron and I have been wondering, are those letters from Sirius?"

"Uh ..." Harry didn't know what to say that. He, too, had been keeping in contact with Sirius, but the majority of his letters most definitely were not from him.

"We've been wondering how he is," Ron said.

"Oh, err, he's good," said Harry. The last he heard Sirius was with Lupin. He knew Dumbledore was doing some type of thing against Voldemort, and he knew Sirius, Lupin, and others were involved.

Hermione looked at him curiously, but very seriously. "Harry ... Something is so different about you."

And at that she and Ron got up and left.

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Draco sat alone in the common room, thinking of Harry. He was the only person who made him happy. He wanted to see him that night. He would have to send it in a letter tonight, and have it get there tonight. It was Friday now, so Draco supposed they both had more time now.

So Draco took some parchment and a quill and wrote a quick letter to Harry, telling him to meet in their usual meeting place. Draco would know if Harry got the letter because he would be seeing him at dinner in an hour or so. Draco sent his owl to Gryffindor Tower with his letter.

At dinner, Draco entered and made a quick signal to Harry, who winked at him. Harry had gotten the letter. Draco smiled to himself. He wondered where he would take Harry today. He would not be going back to his hometown. His father had owled him the next day after he had nearly caught him, threatening him. They would have to go somewhere else.

As Draco walked up the Astronomy Tower that night, he admittedly wasn't totally sure where they were going. This time, Harry was already there. He was smiling.

"Draco, I've missed you, you know," Harry said, in a very honest way.

"So have I. Those letters have helped a lot," Draco responded deeply.

And then Draco kissed Harry. Once again, the intoxication of the kiss entrapped him. This one was longer. They had time and space to appreciate the fact that they were together, kissing.

And finally, Harry released. "I brought my cloak. But tonight, I'm taking you somewhere."

"Eh?" Draco said, nervously and curiously. What places did Harry know of?

"Trust me, Draco."

And Draco did. He went under the cloak with Harry, and Harry led the way. Draco wondered where their adventure would lead them this time. But Harry was not heading for the castle doors. So Harry was taking him somewhere inside Hogwarts. This, he could tell, would be sufficiently awkward.

They approached a statue of a one eyed witch. Harry muttered something. They entered quickly. Draco was a bit worried and confused. Harry threw off the cloak from there. The passage was pretty dark.

"Harry, what is this?" Draco asked, finally.

"Well, this is a secret passageway to Hogsmeade," Harry explained. Draco nodded and looked around. He wondered how long it would take to get there. "It doesn't take too long," Harry said, as though he had read his mind.

"It must be safer," Draco said. "Where exactly does it lead to specifically?"

"Honeydukes' cellar," Harry said, smiling.

"Damn, Harry!" But now Draco was smiling. "So when we get to Hogsmeade, I suppose we can go to the Hog's Head again."

"Yeah, and something more if you'd like," Harry said. They were close again. Draco grabbed Harry's hand, put the cloak back on, and walking carefully through the narrow passage, they approached the entrance to Honeydukes after a bit. Though they had ventured through Hogsmeade before, he was relieved to be doing something almost safe.

"Make no noise," Harry said, as they entered the Hogsmeade cellar. They were safely under the Invisibility Cloak. Draco was actually quite temped to grab some chocolate, but thought better of it. Draco took a glance out the window to make sure no one was near.

"Alohomora!" Draco whispered at the doorknob. The lock released instantly, and Draco and Harry pushed through the door.

It was pouring outside. That explained why there weren't many people at all on the streets. Either way it was very late, though. Only pubs were open. The Hog's Head was a bit of a walk unfortunately.

He loved being so close to Harry. He was the only person he felt that was actually trustworthy that he knew. And Draco always believed that a man could go crazy if he had no one to trust. He barely even talked to Crabbe and Goyle these days, unless he needed them for some reason. Blaze and Pansy, of course, never stopped harassing him. It was quite annoying, as they called each other best friends, yet they both were now fighting over him. But they would never have him. He only wanted one person.

Harry Potter.

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Harry hated the rain. After having a near death experience with rain in third year, he was very reluctant to be in it. However, he felt very safe with Draco this time. But Harry also felt a little guilty as he hadn't been spending enough time with Hermione and Ron. He promised himself he'd make more of an effort from now on.

They arrived at the Hog's Head, and carefully peeling in, noticed the bar was completely empty besides a strange looking wizard in a hooded, shabby looking cloak. They took off the cloak and entered. It felt much better inside.

"I hate the rain," Harry said, casually. He wasn't complaining, he was just glad to be out of it.

"Well I'm glad to be out of it, for sure," Draco said back. "Of course, we didn't get too wet, under the cloak and all."

Draco and Harry took a seat and a large man approached them.

"What can I get for you all?" he grunted.

"How about elf-made firewhisky?" Harry said, taking charge this time. Draco smirked at him.

"And you?"

"Same," said Draco, still smiling.

Within a few moments, the man was back with two tall drinks for them.

"Now, drink slowly," Harry said, in a mocking voice.

"Oh, shut up, Potter," Draco said, and was smirking more than ever now.

And they drank.

"So, I see Pansy is going after you," Harry said, on their third glass.

"It's irritating. It's not just her. It's Blaze, too," Draco remarked.

"Ugh," Harry managed, as he swallowed down the last bit of his third glass and felt a bit dizzy at this point.

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Draco looked at Harry. For an inexperienced drinker, he really did do rather well. It impressed Draco, even. He liked Harry even more for this. He loved to be around someone he could drink with.

"There's only one person I want right now," Draco found himself saying. As soon as he said, he blushed a terrible form of scarlet and could not believe he had said that.

They were both quiet for a moment.

"There's only person I want, too. What a coincidence," Harry said, smiling, and though Draco knew he meant it, at the same time, Harry was mocking him.

And then Draco trapped Harry in a fierce kiss. It didn't matter to him that the barman was staring at them, or that even the man in the cloak raised an eyebrow. He wanted Harry. At the moment, that was all he cared about.

"Harry ... ah ... let's go somewhere a bit more private," Draco finally said, still feeling the intoxication from the kiss.

"How about the passage we took to get here?" Harry suggested.

"Sounds good," Draco said, and he left the barman a good tip and they left. As it had stopped raining, finally, Draco and Harry literally rushed back to the entrance to Hogsmeade, and went through the secret entrance to the cellar.

And at that Draco could take it no longer. He threw Harry against the wall and began kissing him fiercely. Something about the darkness of the situation made it twice as romantic, and made Draco ten times as horny. Draco felt Harry grab at his arse ... Ah, I'm in heaven ...

And suddenly, his trousers were down to his kneecaps, and only his undergarments remained. And for a second, Draco noticed Harry just staring. And then Harry bent down. Oh, Draco could barely contain himself ... he was in ecstasy. .... it was if he had died and gone to heaven ... he never wanted it to stop ... ever ...

Fade to black.

Draco moaned loudly now. He went to Harry, pulled down his trousers, but unlike Harry, simply pulled off the undergarments off Harry rather aggressively. And there revealed was a rather thick and long item in which belonged to Harry ...

Fade to black.

Harry moaned loud, like an animal's cry.

Together, they lay down, holding each other. And just feeling each other over, lying next to each other, enjoying each other's touch ... a gentle kiss all over ....

Harry's hands were all over his body .... Somehow Draco found it terribly erotic.

"Oh, how I love pleasing the boy who lived," Draco whispered, licking Harry's earlobe now.

And together they dressed. It was getting near dawn. Neither talked much as they thought of how exhausting it would be to be awoken by friends in just a few hours ... But then again, it was the weekend, and they would simply refuse to wake up