Paper Cuts

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Sitting in a Slytherin's prefect room was a sexy, dark-haired Gryffindor.

Harry, the Gryffindor, was attempting to work on a Potions essay. He wasn't sure what it was on, but knowing Snape it was about the ways Gryffindors deserved to die a cruel and unusual death; include the use of three potions. Looking down at his paper Harry read his assignment. Nope, nothing on Harry dying, but it was on Potions that require the use of female unicorn hair. Sighing deeply, Harry's eyes wandered around the room.

He felt his two favorite gray eyes drilling holes into him as they checked him out thoroughly. Smiling with a sly look, Harry caught Draco's eyes.

"Draco, baby, have you finished your Potions essay?" Harry's voice was sweetened with more sugar than possible. He threw Draco, his Slytherin, a look he knew was irresistible.

He always knew. Draco just sighed and handed his essay to Harry, his eyes never wavering.

"Thanks, baby." Harry's voice was still sugary; he knew it would get a rise out of Draco soon.

He always knew. Draco got up and pinched Harry's arm, gently, but still enough to hurt. As he dropped a kiss onto the side of Harry's neck he used the same voice as Harry and whispered into his ear "Your welcome, baby, but just know that's your only favor, for tonight," smirking as only Draco could, he slid his arms around Harry's neck and placed one more kiss there. Then taking his arms back for himself he glided towards his bed with a sly grin back at Harry. He lay down and closed his eyes in relaxation.

Breaking the sweet air around them Harry swore, "Oh, fuck! Dammit, I need help!"

Draco jumped up, his heart was racing, was Harry ok? What had happened? He couldn't lose Harry, not now, not ever. Grabbing Harry's shoulders he spun him around so he could see his face.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" Draco's clenched heart saw blood on his essay out of the corner of his eye. Harry had a shocked look on his face and since he didn't speak within the three second breath Draco took he barreled on, "Harry! Talk to me! Do you need me to get someone?"

Suddenly a look of realization dawned on Harry and he broke out in heavy laughter. He lifted his index finger to show a small, but still deep paper cut.

Heart still racing Draco turned on Harry, "What the hell were you screaming like a banshee for? You scared me to death! I thought I'd have to get Dumbledore or something. You acted as if you were attacked..." Draco went on for another minute before noticing that he was expressing true concern for Harry, who was trying hard not to laugh.

"I'm sorry, love, I didn't know you would react like that. It just hurt, and I needed you to help me heal it," and then with a grin he added, "that, and maybe a get better kiss."

Draco was in shock for another minute, his head was pounding and he was having trouble thinking. He knew at that moment that nothing could have stopped him from saving Harry from anything. Harry was his world, his everything, the fiber in all of his being. Draco embraced Harry tightly, holding back the tears that were pushing forward to land on Harry's broad shoulders. Millions of things were running through Draco's mind. What if he had gone and got help? They were bound to wonder what Harry was doing in Draco's room. What could he have said? That he cursed Harry into coming to his room? But for what? To send him to Voldemort? No matter what he said he would have been in huge trouble. Draco was this close* to letting out their secret. Draco, his heart finally calm, just because he was in Harry's arms, pulled back and kissed the paper cut. He healed it magically and then stepped back into Harry's arms.

With a sincere smile Harry thanked Draco and then sat down with Draco in his lap. Draco wouldn't look into Harry's eyes, but Harry spoke anyways, "Draco, love of my life," this caused a faint blush on the blonde boy's cheeks, so Harry continued, "I'm deeply thankful that you will go to such extreme measures to save me from the smallest pain, but trust me, I'm fine, I survived, and now if you would just fuck me senseless it will all be perfect." Now, Draco was looking at Harry, his Harry. He smiled weakly, but kissed Harry strongly.

"I'm glad you suggested it; let's go!" And with that Draco pulled Harry onto his bed. Draco was covering his feelings well, but he was still shaken. He couldn't, and wouldn't bear the thought of Harry being in pain. Draco knew he would protect Harry at all costs; so as they were cuddling after, uh, activities, Draco made a promise to himself. He would protect Harry forever, in every way that he could. He confirmed his promise with a spoken one to Harry who responded with the same, "I love you, always and forever. I can't ever stop, and never would try. I promise to always be here. I LOVE you." Now sealed with a kiss, the promises were kept forever.

THE END!

* holds up thumb and index finger REALLY closely!