The New Lightning Bolt

Chapter Thirteen

Scars...Again

Draco exited his and Harry's dorm and went for a walk. He couldn't understand what was up with Harry. Shouldn't he be happy that they had to share their room some more? But there he was sitting with his other friends. Shouldn't he be happy that his voice was back? But there he was sitting with his Gryffindor friends not talking. Draco kept asking himself other questions to which he didn't know the answer to while aimlessly wandering the halls of Hogwarts.

A figure jumped from out of a shadow and screamed, "Boo," while slapping their hands together. The blonde boy with silver on his tips tripped back in surprise and fell to the ground with a small, "Oomph." Draco looked at the figure hand raised to strike, but he lowered it once he saw who it was. Bayne Premont.

"You should have seen your face, Malfoy," Premont said in between chuckles.

"You scared the living shit out of me, Premont." Malfoy rested his hand on his chest to slow down his heart.

"Obviously. Hey! You got your voice back," she said extending her hand out to help him up. He took it and brushed himself off when he was up. "Why the long face, Malfoy? Are you having boy problems?"

"I'm not doing your homework."

"I don't need you to. I found some dirt on Pansy so she willingly offered to do it for me."

"How convenient," Draco rolled his eyes.

"Besides, I knew that threatening you wasn't going to work because, honestly, who is going to believe my word against the Prince of Slytherin? So I have decided to make a deal with you."

"Once again, how convenient."

Bayne shot him a glare. "I intend to help you with your relationship to Potter--no, don't deny it. In return I want some social status amongst our peers."

Draco looked over to her and sized her up. "Will you talk about the relationship?"

"If a word should pass my mouth, or any other body part," she pause for a dramatical effect and perhaps to leave the imagination running wild, "I give you permission to make my life a living hell."

"Oh, goody." Malfoy bounced on the balls of his feet in mock anticipation. He became serious a second later and lowered his voice. "I will do a lot more than make your life a living hell, you know."

"Oh, I know," the first year said unfazed by the evil slipping out with every syllable. She smiled.

"What kind of social status did you have in mind?" Draco asked guiding her to the Slytherin common rooms.

***

A couple hours later Harry, Ron, and Hermione headed to the Great Hall for the Christmas lunch to find that the number of people staying behind was very little. Besides the Professors, there were only two other students sitting at the table. One was Draco Malfoy and the other was a first year, Harry had seen Draco talking to before. According to Malfoy she was the one who clued him in on his true feelings for Harry.

The three Gyffindors sat on the other side of the table to continue the animosity between the houses. Our midnight haired hero sat on one side of Ron putting him directly in front of Draco, which the first year elbowed him and gave him a smug look. This confused Harry, but he dismissed it.

"Before every one digs in I want to say that Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy's voices are back in order," Dumbledore said giving them a quick wink. "Now...let's eat."

Everyone rushed to get some food except Harry who only took a biscuit not to eat, but to pull apart.

Harry, Draco thought to him.

Harry raised his head to look at Draco.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Don't lie to me, Harry.

Why not?

Because I don't like it.

Tough.

What's wrong with you? Draco thought angrily. I'm only concerned for you.

I know.

Then why are you ignoring me and treating me like I am no better than the dirt on the bottom of your shoe?

I don't know--what's wrong with me? Harry thought tossing his mangled biscuit aside and grabbing another.

Nothing is wrong with you.

Then why do I have this feeling that twists my stomach into knots and won't go away? Why... Harry trailed off hanging his head in defeat.

Harry felt something rubbing up his leg in a soothing manner and glanced up to see Draco's eyes filled with his pain. Draco's foot felt so warm and comforting that he forgot about his feelings. Why hadn't he stayed with Draco after they got their voices? He sought out comfort in the hands of his best friends, but all along it was right in front of him.

Sorry.

Do you want to ditch this place? You never finished giving my present, you know.

Harry laughed out loud and every one turned to stare at him. He stared back trying not to show his embarrassment or his smile. "Sorry," he said. "I think I am going to go lie down for a while." He got up quietly and exited with out another word except, Come and get me.

Draco waited a while and pretended to listen to everybody, but he really was seeing where Harry was going: their dorm.

"Let's go," Draco said to Premont. The left without an explanation unlike Harry, however corny his was, because let's face it; the Slytherins are temperamental and no one wants to have a conversation with them if it isn't necessary.

"Is everything back to 'normal' with you to?" Premont asked Draco once they were clear of any eavesdroppers.

"Can't you tell?"

"I can."

"Then you tell me," Draco said as they rounded the corner to stand in front of the Slytherin entrance way.

"He really likes you, Malfoy. Whatever you did to him under the table--don't deny it because I saw his face. I know when someone is touching my subject and...well, he needed it and enjoyed it. From what you told me about him going to see the Gryffindorks he really didn't get satisfaction from his visit. I can only imagine you playing footsies, but you did the right thing and now he thinks a visit with you is going to help him."

"You got that from observing him?" Draco asked in awe.

"Well, technically I observed the eye dilation, facial expression, eye movement, posture, hand movements--after he stopped tearing his biscuit to pieces, but yes. I got that from him."

"Thanks, Premont. I'll see you tomorrow to discuss what we're going to do."

"Call me Bayne."

"I will if you call me Draco."

"Deal. See you tomorrow, Draco," Bayne called over her shoulder as she went into the common room.

Draco headed for his and Harry's dormitory. A right turn and a couple of lefts later Draco found him outside the portrait, to which he placed his hand on it. The handle appeared a second later and he pulled the door open to find Harry sitting on the couch with his back to Draco. Harry turned, smiled, and patted the seat next to him. Draco was all too willing and jumped the back end of the couch to come crashing down--gracefully no less--next to Harry.

Draco leaned over and lightly brushed their lips together, almost chaste kiss. Draco undid Harry's glamour charm and moved back eyes open, searching.

Harry felt emotions run raw in his system and guilt was added to an ever-growing pile. He really should have stayed.

Draco touched Harry's hand and brought them up to lace their fingers together. His palms were soft, but firm with action. Draco stayed there waiting for Harry, hoping not to be turned against again.

Harry untwined their finger and ran them up his neck to his jaw. He grabbed it, held it still, and brought his lips to meet Draco's. His hand abandoned his face and went to pull him closer as his mouth strayed to his neck. He tasted like always: sweet. Harry pushed Draco backwards to lie on top. Their body's were aligned and molded perfectly into each other. Harry casted a clothes removal charm and Draco gasped at the exposure and the feel of Harry's mouth running down his naked chest. Harry ran his hands up and down Draco's sides loving his lean frame. His fingers were exploring and were going down south when a sharp, searing pain erupted his head.

Harry and rolled off the couch clutching his scar as Draco grabbed his head. The pain ended as quickly as it started, but both boys were in shock. Draco shook his head to clear it.

"Of all the times for Voldie to be pissed, it had to be now?" Draco whispered. Draco didn't think to Harry because although Draco felt a lot of pain Harry had it worst and he thought he had enough going on inside his head right now.

Harry was still on the floor with his hand to his head. Draco got up redressed himself, via magic, and went into the bathroom to fetch a washcloth and cold water. When he returned Harry was sitting up, but barely. Draco set the things down and sat behind him with his back up against the couch. He pulled Harry up to him and placed a leg on either side of his body for support. He rolled Harry's head onto his chest and placed the cold washcloth over his scar. Harry grimaced and lightly objected, but fell asleep a few minutes later...so did Draco.

***

Professor Dumbledore walked into the dorm expecting a full explanation for them missing dinner, but he stopped when he saw them asleep. It was obvious to the wise wizard that a 'scar incident' occurred and with a wave of his wand the two were on stretchers heading for the infirmary.

***

"What the hell did Swirly do this time," Ron growled as he paced outside the infirmary door.

"He didn't do anything, Ron," Hermione said trying to calm him down.

"And how do you figure?"

"Because he is in there too. Look, why don't we just go in and ask?" Hermione said dragging the big baby behind her.

Hermione walked into the infirmary and it screamed sterile. The white walls reflected the midday sun's rays, which came in from the freshly repaired window. She found a figure amongst the white bed with white sheets. Draco Malfoy was resting his eyes near a curtain drawn, closed off area. She walked straight up to him and he fluttered his eyes open when she reached him.

"You two make more noise than a first year stampede." Draco turned his head to look at them. "What do you want?"

Ron, suddenly finding his voice, stepped from behind Hermione to talk first. "We want to know what you did to Harry."

Draco looked at Ron's black hair, black wife beater, black pants, and black Converses.

"Well," Ron said crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"You look better with black hair and your clothes go well with you, but might I suggest a silver belt and a silver chain from belt loop to pocket? I think it will complete your look," Draco said.

Ron was surprised. "Did I just hear I compliment?"

"More like a statement with a suggestion, but you take it anyway you like," Draco said. He looked at Hermione. "The only thing I suggest you do Weasley to fully complete your look, after you get the belt and chain, is fix her." He nodded in Hermione's direction as he sat up.

"Why you little..." Ron started forward.

Draco held up a hand as he swung his legs off the bed. "Whoa there, Weasley. Do not take offense to what I said."

"What?! Why not? You just insult--"

"I didn't insult anybody, Weasley." Draco waved Hermione over who was looking at the ground in embarrassment. "Come here, Granger."

"She will not," Ron said grabbing her by the waist and pulling her to him. Ron glared at Draco.

"Ron," Hermione's small voice called out, "It's okay." She detangled herself from his long arms and walked up to Draco.

Draco grabbed her shoulders and brought her closer and tilted her head down to redo her part. Hermione's was like the rest of the girls at Hogwarts: straight down the middle. He fixed it so it was a little to the left side of her head. Her bangs needed extreme help. He parted them at her new part and brought them over her right eye. He made them long enough to tuck behind her ear if need be.

She looked extremely nervous so he flashed her a reassurance smile as he straightened her hair. He used a spell he had learned from watching his mother to control frizz. Her hair was sleek, shiny, and extremely long. The waves she had in her hair had made her hair look shorter than it really was. Ron watched on impressed.

Draco died her already brown hair a deep brown that was almost black. He didn't want it completely black because he thought she would look silly next to the, now dark headed, Weasel. Her skin color actually seemed more fit with the darker than the lighter hair. It also brought out the honey color of her eyes.

Draco closed his eyes for his next move to not take forever. Streaks. Usually muggles and wizards alike would use foils for the hair dye. Why witches did it the muggle way was a mystery to Draco. If he was correct in assuming beauty parlors were like barber shops, then witches hung out there as an escape from nagging husbands and to catch up on their stories of how they banged up dudes every Saturday in their prime. But what did he know? If that wasn't right then Draco compromised that it was the idea stuck in society's head that beauty took time.

Draco pictured her hair full of deep red, almost black, streaks and with a wave of his hand it was done. She was now a red streaked, dark brunette. He touched the sides of her eyes and she instinctively shut them. He casted spells of eyeliner, mascara, and eyelash curling, he knew from watching his mother. He added a little blush and tilted her head up to which she opened her eyes. He looked at her and was pleased. She was a classic beauty, thanks to the makeup or Draco's mother, but with a modern hairstyle twist. He laid the bangs back over her right eye and slowly turned her around to face Ron.

"How do I look?" she asked nervously darting her eyes from the wall to Ron to the floor and then back to Ron.

He came forward and grabbed her to him. "Beautiful," he whispered. He kissed her and she sighed relief.

"Here is a list of the spells I used," Draco said waving his hand to conjure it up. He handed her a piece of parchment and received a small "Thanks" and a smile.

Ron looked at Draco. "I guess you know your stuff."

"Of course I do. Who do you think did Harry's hair?"

"Y-you did that?" Ron stuttered. "I'm guessing he did your hair..." Draco nodded, the earring making small noises as the chains hit each other..

"That reminds me...what did you do to Harry," Ron asked still holding onto Hermione.

"I didn't do anything--"

"I find that hard to believe," Ron interrupted.

"Ron, let him finish," Hermione said play slapping him as punishment for interrupting. "Go ahead, Malfoy."

"It was his scar," Draco added with a nod of appreciation to Hermione.

"Then why are you here?" Hermione asked finding her curiosity.

"Because of his scar," Draco said. Hermione and Ron cock their head in confusion. "Has Harry ever told you what happened the day we lost our voices?"

"He hasn't really gone into any detail," Hermione said.

Draco sighed. "Sit down." Draco levitated the bed next to them closer and they climbed atop. Their looks went well together. "Harry was flying around and I came out under his invisibility cloak--"

"What?!" Ron squeaked.

"Ron," Hermione warned. "We'll asked questions afterward."

Draco continued at Hermione's nod. "The sky started to swirl and it tried to suck Harry up into the abyss. He got to one of the stadium poles and tried to hold on, but he lost grip of his broomstick and eventually the pole. He was starting to slip and I tried to reach him but I came slamming into his pole causing him to loose his grip. I fastened myself to the pole with my wandless magic and took his wand out to catch him. He went about two feet before my ropes caught him and I think he jerked when he stopped causing his glasses to fall off because after I reeled him behind the pole he didn't have them.

"I made the rope circle us both and pocketed his wand. He screamed and fell to the ground clutching his head and I pulled his hands away only to see nothing. That's when Voldemort showed up.

"He tried to erase my voice, but Harry pushed me and got hit instead. He still erase my voice after I made a comment about Harry not seeing anything, thus leading him to fix his eyes. We soon found out we could talk mentally because of Voldemort's spell; so what I thought. Come to find out it was because of the binding spell I use. We are forever going to have this gift. It is also the reason I can feel his pain

"Anyways, Voldie had this master plan to send the wizarding world's Boy Who Lived into the sucking vortex of doom in the sky. He went on how it worked giving us time to think together. We used our wandless magic and sent the Death Eaters into the sky and to their doom." Draco stopped and looked over the shoulders of the two Gryffindors. People were coming.

"We're not supposed to be in here, Mione," Ron said sliding off the bed to hide under it. He pulled her with him.

Hermione put her finger to her lips, to which Draco nodded. He pulled the covers over himself just as the door opened to reveal Professor Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey.

"I don't know how to explain it, Headmaster," Madame Pomfrey was saying. "I have never seen those scars before.

Draco peeked an eye open to see Ron turning to Hermione mouthing "Scars?"

Oh shit they don't know.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. I'm glad you're awake," said Professor Dumbledore as he pulled the curtain aside.

No sense in denying he wasn't, but he could pretend he just woke up. "Why am I here?" Draco asked yawning as he was sitting up. He looked over the bed that was revealed behind curtain number one and saw Harry and his scars. He swallowed.

Harry stirred and Draco heart went in his throat. He wanted more than anything to hide Harry, but now that Dumbledore knew the truth there was no sense in hiding. The man would probably hunt you down until he found you and in the most unobtrusive way worm the information out of you.

"Draco," Harry called out groggily.

He came to his side. "I'm here."

"I'm cold."

"That, Mr. Potter, is because you have no shirt on and it's snowing outside," Dumbledore said.

"Huh?" Harry grunted as he tried to sit.

Draco hating himself for letting Harry's scars being seen and he wanted to do something. Anything. He couldn't do a glamour charm because they could always undo it, but damn them if they should deny him a shirt in the middle of winter. Draco took off his shirt, which caught a few stares.

"Put this on, Harry," Draco said forcing his tired, limp arms through the sleeves.

"Why?" Harry said still a bit dazed.

Your scars are showing.

Harry tensed. He looked at himself and saw his glamour charm was off. He looked up and saw pity. He hated pity. Pity was in the eyes of Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey. Draco's eyes were pleading for forgiveness. And with a look to his right he saw surprise in those of his two best friends. Harry pulled the shirt on and pulled Draco to him to hide his face. Draco felt sad for Harry and he didn't mind his bare chest being a shield from the world. He put his hands over the exposed part of Harry's neck and sighed trying not to shiver from the exposure to the cold.

Sorry. I'm so sorry, Harry. Forgive me. I'm so sorry.

I forgive you.

How can you? It's all my fault.

No it's not.

But it is, Harry. I'm so sorry.

It's not your fault, Draco.

It is.

Harry felt Draco trembling and lifted his face to look in his eyes. Harry saw watery eyes threatening to spill over.

It's not your fault, Draco.

How can you say that?

You are not the one who did this to me. You didn't take a knife to me nor break my bones. You didn't scar me.

But because of me your scars are showing.

It was going to happen sooner or later, Draco.

If I hadn't made you take off your glamour charm...

You didn't make me do anything, Draco. I chose to have my charm off for you.

"I'm sorry," Draco whispered out loud.

Harry pulled away from him to better look in his eyes. His hands were at Draco's waist and Draco's hands were on his shoulders.

"It's okay," Harry whispered back feeling the trembling form of Draco. "Come here," he ordered as he scooted on his bed. Draco sat down and Harry wrapped his arms around him as he rested his head on Harry's shoulder. He rocked with him warming him and murmuring, "It's okay", "It's alright", "Not your fault", and "I love you".

Dumbledore cleared his throat and Harry reluctantly came back to reality. He looked up to see his best friends had come to stand next to him and they were confused by everything going on.

"Would you mind explaining, Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"Uncle Vernon."

"Why did you hide them?"

Harry looked Dumbledore in the eye. "I had to maintain an image. How would the wizarding world react to their Golden Boy's other scars. They'd probably hunt Vernon down and kill him."

"Why didn't you tell us, Harry?" Ron asked sounding hurt.

Draco and Harry turned to look at him. Guilt. How Harry hated guilt. "I-I just...just..." Harry sighed trying to release the guilt trip pressing down on his chest and tried again, "I just...don't--I don't know." Harry sighed. "Forgive...me."

There was a long silence between the two.

Ron hung his head. "I do...forgive you. I wouldn't be a friend if I didn't." Ron smiled at Harry. "I know you have secrets and I respect that, but if something of this magnitude ever happens again please don't leave me in the dark. Tell me, okay?" Ron stuck out his hand to which Harry shook it. "I have one question though," Ron added taking his hand back.

"Shoot," Harry smiled. It was nice to be forgiven.

"Why are you even touching Swirly?"

Harry looked at Draco and he turned his head to look back. They smiled. Why was Harry holding Draco? Was it because he needed it, liked it, or was it because he wanted to? Yes to all, but more emphasis on the want part. Harry wanted to hold the person who had first found out about his scars, who wanted him to accept his scars as to who he was, who was so sorry anyone else found out, who was bad ass on the outside, but soft as a marshmallow on the inside, and who was very delicious. Harry kissed Draco and Ron paled.

"Does that answer your question?" Harry turned, but to Ron and saw a sly smile.

"What did I tell you about a secret of this magnitude."

Hermione smiled and Harry did a double--no triple take.

"Hermione?" Harry asked as his jaw dropped.

"I did a nice job, didn't I?" Draco asked. Hermione nodded.

"You did," Ron said sticking out his hand.

Draco shook it and after he released his hand Hermione hugged him. He was a bit surprised, but hugged her back. He hand played with the waist length hair and Hermione blushed.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and the four students looked at him wide eyed like they were surprised he was still there.

"First things first. Ron, Hermione you weren't supposed to be here." They had the decency to look embarrassed. "But, I cannot blame you for breaking in. I do believe Mr. Potter would have done the same. Secondly, I do believe the little dorm experiment worked a little more than well, certainly beyond expectations. Do you wish to continue living in the dorm for the rest of the year?" Dumbledore asked.

I do. Do you want to? Draco thought to Harry.

What kind of silly question is that?

Well, I mean...since--because...scars.

Draco trembled once and Harry shifted his hold on him. Draco buried his face into his sweater that fit snugly on Harry.

I wouldn't dream of anything else.

Draco smiled and relaxed. They both nodded to answer Dumbledore.

"Great. Thirdly, both of your friends are now aloud to go to your dormitory. Since you are up, Harry, you can leave. I do believe it is nearly time for lunch and it will be served in the great hall. If you wish to catch up I will have Dobby bring food to your dorm." He smiled and every one smiled back. The Headmaster was a fair creature.

It's not Christmas any more?

You slept through the last half.

Damn. Your present still isn't complete.

Draco grinned and the four students left the infirmary.

"Are we going to keep this a secret from the world?" Madame Pomfrey asked watching her favorite swirl leave.

"Yes, we are. Mr. Potter will one day show the world his scars. I prophesize it will be when his uncle Vernon dies. He is very protective about people and does not wish to put anybody in danger. I dare say Harry was right about the wizarding world attacking Vernon Dursley to revenge Their Golden Boy."

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Madame Pomfrey asked. She looked like she was about to roll up her sleeves and head to Privet Drive.

"For us, no, for him, yes."

***

Harry, Draco, Ron, and Hermione sat be the fire inside Harry and Draco's dorm. They were questioning Harry about every scar and Harry answered with the satisfaction of being accepted. Draco fell more silent and withdrew from them with every story of Harry's. He only opened his mouth to stuff food in brought by Dobby.

Dobby was glad that Harry's voice was back and surprised everyone by giving Draco a hug after Harry. Draco nodded at the attention, but said nothing not even on his and Harry's link. The food was delicious for both lunch and dinner and the smell stayed even after Hermione and Ron left at midnight.

They waved goodbye as they left and Harry whirled around to have Draco standing very close and staring at him. Draco eyes were distant and the pain of Harry's scars was raw. The wide gray eyes and Draco's careful approach unnerved Harry to back into a wall. Draco stopped an inch away from Harry, bodies aligned, but not touching. Their eyes were level with each other, gray met green.

Scar me.

Harry blinked. What?

Scar me.

Why?

I want to share your secret.

You already do.

Physically?

No.

Then mark me. Scar me.

You're crazy. Harry moved to the right, but Draco's arms shot out pushing Harry's shoulders into the wall. Draco had been careful not to touch him, but once he started he couldn't stop. He stepped the remaining inch and aligned his body against Harry's trapping him between his body and the wall and loving the feeling of control.

Harry gasped. He was pinned and it felt oddly satisfying his hands went to Draco's waist. Draco went to whisper something in his ear and the hot breath sent shivers up and down his spine.

"Cut me," Draco whispered. Draco bent his head down to Harry's neck. "Make me bleed." He licked its length. Harry's eyes rolled back in pleasure and Draco felt a sharp pain in his side.

Draco felt the warm liquid running down his side. Blood. He lifted his head to stare into Harry's eyes. "More," he whispered as he brought his mouth to Harry's. He kissed with searing passion and felt searing pains make their way up his back, up his arms, and up his chest. Harry's hands were on the side of his face and blood followed his cuts. Draco broke away to stare at Harry and was happy, though he hurt like hell. Harry turned his head to the side and began to kiss a rather deep cut on his face. His tongue, while hot and rough, was soothing as it licked up the blood. Harry turned to look at Draco and his mouth was smeared with red. Draco kissed him tasting the metallic flavor of his blood mixed in the sweetness of Harry's mouth.

Harry pushed away from the wall and walked them into the bedroom. The back of Draco's knees hit Harry's bed and he fell upon it with his midnight hair boyfriend on top. Harry grinded his hips against the blonde boy's and felt a reaction. Or was it an erection? Is there a difference? A full exploration of hot balmy skins went on with fingers, mouths, tongues, and teeth. After they were spent they laid entangled in a heap of sheets and limbs, sleeping. Come morning Draco's cuts would be healed thanks to internal magic.

Chapter Fourteen

The Amulet

Dawn came and filled the room with light, becoming brighter every second. Shadows scurried into the depths of corners and under the beds. The green bed was empty, the bed made, never seeing a body since yesterdays morning. However, the red one with the gold trimming contained two bodies. It kept them warm with its covers and kept them comfy with its feather pillows and its springy mattress. Sleep was welcomed as was many other activities...like stretching for...activities leaving you breathless...like running, of course. Dr. Evil pinky.

One of the beds occupants, the darker haired arose from his slumber. He studied his partner in crime who lay curled up in his arms. The blonde hair was perfect and the added silver tips which bled into the blonde created and edge. As for the earring, the chain that connected to the four studs matched the silver hair dye. The dark hair man loved his angel and the fact that it was a guy did not waver his opinion. Draco Malfoy was perfect for Harry Potter.

"Watcha looking at?" came the sleepy voice of the blonde.

"Your scars," whispered Harry.

Draco's eyes opened and he smiled to the boy next to him. He pushed himself up and out of the secure arms to look at his own. Pinkish scars, indicating them fresh, ran in ragged cuts over them. His chest was the same and he new his back was too. He lifted fingers to his face and felt scar tissue on his cheeks. He climbed out of the bed to see his reflection in the bathroom. His perfect face was no longer flawless. He had asked for it. Literally.

Arms came around his waist and a head rested on his shoulder. He turned and wrapped his own arms around Harry leaning into him smelling the old blood. He looked into the mirror at Harry and Harry turned his head to do the same. They were both covered in scars, Harry more than Draco.

"Now I share your secret," Draco said.

Harry smiled and leaned in to kiss him. Draco relaxed more into the arms.

When they broke apart Draco said, "I have to get ready and meet Bayne. I told her I'd see her today."

Harry looked confused. "Bayne?"

"Bayne Premont. She was the first year sitting by me at dinner on Christmas day. Remember?"

Harry nodded. "I remember. She's also the one you said brought out your feelings for me."

"Yeah," he said.

"Oh, how cute. You're blushing."

"No I'm not."

Harry smiled. "If you're not blushing then why is your face rosy? Is it hot in here?"

"Shush, Harry. I've got to get ready and get all this blood off me."

Harry kissed him. "Alright, but let me do the glamour charm after."

"Alright."

Harry left his ex-nemesis in the bathroom and went to sit by the fire. Harry noticed a stack of presents by the couch. He had forgotten about the one true joy of Christmas, presents, what with the scar burning and the scar revelation. He felt like he had committed a crime against the holidays. He crawled over to them as he heard the shower water start to hit something other than the floor tiles: a body.

Draco?

Shit! Draco thought automatically. There was a pause.

Draco?

You scared the living daylights out of me, Harry.

Oh, um...sorry.

What did you want?

I just wanted to know if these presents are mine.

The ones by the couch? Yeah, they're yours.

All of them?

Yep.

Where are yours?

I didn't get any--well, except for yours.

Harry's cheeks warmed; you know, the ones on his face. Sorry.

Don't be. Why don't you start opening your presents and I'll be out in a minute.

M'kay.

Harry took a lumpy parcel out and opened it to find one of Mrs. Weasley's sweaters. It was green, no doubt to match his eyes, with a big black "H" on the front. He put it on and felt the love in every stitch. The next present was from Hermione and Ron; a quill and a gift certificate to the Hogsmeade Quidditch supply store. The quill was jet black with silver all along the edges. A note was attached to it saying, "It reminds us of your hair." Harry smiled.

He picked up another gift and found an amulet with a note inside. It read:

You are my best friend and I love you in a non-sexual way. This amulet was a present from my Grandfather before he died. He said it protected the wearer from harm. I want you to wear it because you mean a lot not only to the world, but also to me--

There was a break in the note where Hermione wrote.

--and me. That was Herm. Wear it.

Your best friends,

Ron and Hermione

The amulet was round and made of dark stone. It looked old and ready to fall apart, but knowing that it came from wizards there was probably an anti breaking charm. There was a black bird carved into the stone like it was in flight. Its head was turned and an emerald was securely in place for its eye. A mosaic design encircled the bird with black volcanic rock. All together it was very...dark looking. The leather cord that went through the hole at the top was black as well. The cord was very short for an almost choker look.

The bathroom door opened and steam poured out in a wave disappearing not far from the doorway. Draco stepped out wearing only a towel around his waist looking delicious as ever. Water droplets clung to his chest and formed into each other to make bigger globules to make their way down the almost concave plane. Blonde hair hung down in wet waves and even wet the right side of the swirl stuck up.

"I think I've seen that amulet before," Draco said.

"How did you know I had an amulet?"

Draco stared at him in disbelief. "The connection. You know about me seeing in your surroundings and all."

Harry mentally smacked his hand to his forehead. "Oh yeah. I keep forgetting."

"I'll say. Let me see that," Draco asked holding a hand out to summon it.

It slipped out of Harry's and into his outstretched hand. He took the hand that was holding the towel off to get a feel of the stone. The towel stayed up much to Harry's disappointment.

"I think I've seen this before," Draco said.

"Where?"

"I can't remember, but I'll look out for it." Draco looked up and smiled. "Can I put it on you?"

Harry nodded. "I was gonna ask you."

"Before I do go take a shower."

Harry looked down at himself and he was covered in Malfoy's dried blood. It particularly liked to stick to the roughness of his scars and under his fingernails. He needed a shower. "Yes mother."

Draco shook his head and closed his eyes tight. "Mothers do not join their son in the shower."

Harry grinned. "How about, yes lover?"

Draco looked up and nodded. "Better."

"Were you waiting for me to come in there the whole time?" Harry asked.

"Kinda, but when I saw the amulet I stopped it midway to look. So I need to finish and I can't reach my back side."

"Well isn't convenient to have an extra pair of hands?"

"I'll scratch your back if you scratch mine."

Draco held out his hand to Harry and he walked over to take it. They walked into the steamy bathroom and restarted the shower. Harry's hands ran down Draco's sides until he came across the towel. He slowly slipped it off as he gave Draco a slow tantalizing kiss. Harry's pants were magicked off and they took the step into the streaming water. Harry's hands drew their bodies close and they rubbed up against each other creating wonderful friction.

Draco's face was uncertain, as if he didn't know what to do next. His carefully placed mask was removed and it was a look Harry never thought to see on his face. Especially, with Harry naked in his arms.

Harry moved his mouth to the water beads on Draco's skin and drank off them. The constant water spray from the shower provided an unlimited source, thus continuing his tongue work. Steamy? Yes it was--figuratively and literally.

Draco's hands came around Harry, trailing down his ribs coming to the top of his buttocks, teasing. His eyes fluttered shut and Harry made his way up his neck to the soft spot below his ear. A small moan escaped Draco and Harry took it as encouragement. Harry trailed his hands downward and wrapped his fingers around him, squeezing gently. Draco rested his head on his lover's shoulders shuddering with pleasure. His forehead touched the rough, old scars and he turned his head, face burrowing into the crook of Harry's neck. Draco licked him with quick, wet flicks of his tongue, hands kneading Harry's butt. Draco's hand went lower still, exploring Harry.

Even though Harry was drinking Draco his mouth went dry with his lover's caresses. "What are you doing?" Harry asked breathlessly.

"I'll give you one guess." He grabbed Harry by the waist and turned him towards the wall, putting his hands on the tile, pressing his body against Harry's. Draco licked the back of his neck, tracing some of the scars and bit softly. Harry groaned and closed his eyes.

Draco pinned him against the wall and slid inside, one tight inch at a time. He then slid out slowly and back in slowly, making room for himself inside Harry. He got a rhythm going and was oh so gentle. Harry was having a hard time distinguishing it from pain or pleasure. He decided on pleasure more than pain.

Harder.

Draco didn't need to be told twice and Harry was enjoying the more pain than pleasure. Harry had learned to appreciate pain ever since he was a kid. Ever since the beatings started to happen. And only when he went back to Privet Drive second year did he truly accept it. It was a part of his life and it was the only thing constant. Sure Uncle Vernon wanted Harry dead and so did Voldemort, but Uncle Vernon was someone you could count on. Some one who couldn't surprise Harry. Voldemort was just being a pain in the ass, what with all the unexpected surprises and rise to powers. And this pain-ish pleasure from Draco was going to be constant. This he new.

After Draco came and they were finished Draco sat on the warm tile and held Harry in his arms. The blood was all gone, thanks to the hot water, but he didn't want it to end. He didn't want to leave Harry.

Harry listened to what Draco was thinking and gave a quick reassuring hug and a kiss to go along. "I'll be alright, Draco."

"You sure?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. I am gonna hook up with Ron and Hermione later. There is nothing to worry about."

Draco eyed him. "I think I could name a few scars...I mean thing to be worried about."

"I'll have my charm on."

"Promise you won't take it off?"

"I'm not stupid, you know, Draco."

"I know, but sometimes Granger has something about her that makes you do whatever she says."

"It's the fear."

"What?" Draco asked.

"She is very powerful and when she wants something she kinda looms over you, even though she's shorter. And you get this feeling she'll hit you if you don't."

"I know what you mean," Draco said rubbing his cheek.

Harry laughed. "At least she's not evil."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Come on. We still have the amulet and the glamour charms to do."

Harry nodded his understanding and stood up from Draco's lap. He held a hand out and brought Draco up to him, lining their bodies up. He kissed him one last time, before he turned off the shower.

***

After they were both dressed, which took longer than expected, they did each other's glamour charms. Draco was back to his flawless self and smiled the kind of smile you use when you know something the other one doesn't, when you a have a secret. Draco put Harry's necklace on him and the amulet glowed for a second.

"That was odd," Harry commented.

"Somehow, I think I knew that was going to happen."

"Take it off and see if it does it again."

Draco went for the knot he made in the leather cord only to find nothing. "I think that was supposed to happen too."

"What happened," Harry asked a bit nervous.

"The knot is gone."

"What do you mean 'gone'?"

"The leather cord is smooth and there is no knot. It's like...it is one loop of leather, which happened to go through an amulet. I'll check this out for you. Ask Weasley if he knows anything."

"Okay."

The amulet was not a choker, but close. It hung snuggly at the base of Harry's neck. His cloak hid any signs of its presence.

Harry looked at Draco and gave his a kiss good bye and watched him go out the portrait door. A few minutes later and Harry would follow, but until then he lounged on their couch and closed his eyes hoping, wishing that what ever he and Draco had together would stay. This was the happiest he had been since he found out about Hogwarts and damn the castle if anything ruined it. ~~~~~~~~only two thousand waords liss need more