Harry's Secret

PROLOGUE

"Draco...we really shouldn't...we really can't...mmmm..." Harry Potter sighed deeply as Draco Malfoy kissed him passionately. He felt as though he couldn't say anything more, it was as though Draco had brought him to a whole new world just by kissing him.

Of course, Harry knew this was wrong. This...this relationship he wanted to call it with Draco Malfoy was wrong. He shouldn't be madly, passionately in love with his sworn enemy. Okay, so Lord Voldemort was Harry's sworn enemy - but Draco worked for Lord Voldemort and they had gotten into plenty of arguments and fights over their years of schooling to be considered enemies.

Now, he and Draco were in their last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco was a Death Eater, not by choice. Harry was supposed to destroy Draco's master. Yet again, not by choice. Really, when Harry thought of it - he and Draco did have a lot in common. And yet they were so different, too.

And somehow, their relationship worked. Basically they were enemies by day; passionate lovers by night. And Harry liked this...up to a point. Harry above all, wished for once he could have a normal relationship with someone he loved. But because of circumstances, he couldn't. Therefore, his beautiful relationship with Draco was to be kept secret.

They had kept this secret for over a year. But now, Harry was tired of it. Tired of the lying and the sneaking off during the night, worrying his friends. He still loved Draco of course, but he wanted this to be over. If he couldn't have a normal, open relationship with Draco, then he didn't want any kind of relationship at all with Draco.

By now, Draco had gone passed the kissing on the lips - he had removed Harry's shirt to reveal Harry's chest, and was kissing down Harry's stomach. Harry still got the chills every time Draco did so.

Draco was everything a lover should be. Harry never really realized this until after that night when they first made love. Draco was passionate, charming, deep, and loving. That first night, Draco had even asked Harry if Harry was comfortable enough giving away his virginity.

Harry had never expected Draco to be that way, especially since the only side of Draco Malfoy Harry had ever seen was the cold, cruel, conceited Slytherin side. But there he was - the perfect lover. And he was all Harry's. Though something was missing. Harry could never really comprehend what exactly was missing until a couple of weeks ago. When he learned what was really missing was an open relationship.

He remembered that it was Valentine's Day, and practically the whole school had gone to Hogsmeade to celebrate the holiday. Everywhere Harry went he saw his friends or other students holding hands with the persons they loved, or even kissing. But Harry couldn't do that with Draco. No, not out in public where anyone could see.

That day, Harry had been lonely without his lover. He'd watched his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, cuddling with each other while the three were eating lunch at The Three Broomsticks. And Harry had been lonely. Draco was nowhere to be found. And Harry had missed him.

As of now, Draco had undone Harry's trousers and pulled them down. His own shirt was off and trousers were undone as well. Draco pulled him close.

"You know you want it, Harry," Draco whispered in his sexy voice.

Harry leaned into Draco and sighed again. No - he wasn't going to end this. Death Eater or not, Harry knew he couldn't live without Draco in his life. If he were to break up with Draco, surely Draco would be upset and try to avoid him. And Harry didn't want to lose Draco.

Harry slowly nodded, swallowed hard, and gave it all to Draco.

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The next morning, Harry awoke to find himself cold, lying naked in some blankets and alone on the floor in the Room of Requirement. Draco must have left him sometime that night after Harry had fallen asleep...usually one of them left, and ninety-nine percent of the time it was Draco.

Grumbling and shivering from the cool morning temperature, Harry slowly dragged himself up to his feet. He continued to shiver as he gathered up the silky silver and green blankets, which belonged to Draco, and wrapped them around his body.

The blankets still had Draco's soothing scent. Harry clearly remembered the night before: Draco lying on top of him, kissing him all over, touching - feeling him, and Harry doing the same back. They had been insane from the ultimate pleasure.

Harry sighed again as he gathered up his clothes and put them on, then walking out of the room and back up to the Gryffindor dormitory. What a night it had been. And Harry was pretty sure there'd be many more nights like that to come.