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Chapter Two

... was wondering if I could stay at your place? Just for a while, of course, until I can find something more suitable to my tastes. Mother is selling the mansion out from under me as I write this letter to you and, since you seem like the "bleeding heart" type, by the time you receive this I will already be on my way to your Muggle-home. Professor Dumbledore recommended I stay with you a while, so who am I anymore to argue with the insane?

Hope to see you shortly,

Draco.

"What the HELL?" shouted Harry. He was so stunned that Dudley's pounding on his door and his demands that he keep quiet "or else!" went unheard.

Harry sank into a depression. What was he supposed to do with Draco? Harry had not received anything from Professor Dumbledore to confirm what Malfoy had said in his letter. Where in bloody hell was Draco supposed to sleep? Harry shook his head and picked up the book that Hermione had sent him.

"Kama whatta?" said Harry, looking perplexed. He was about to flip through the book's contents when, thinking more on it, he decided to toss the book back onto his bed and write a letter to Ron.

"Hey, you block-head," Harry smiled as he wrote, "You're not going to believe who sent me a letter today."

Harry paused. No. He wouldn't write to Ron. He would wait. There was a knock at the window. Harry opened the window and watched Draco Malfoy fly in on his broom, then land.

"Hi Harry!" Draco said brightly. "How's Viktor?"

Harry glared at Draco. "Get lost, Malfoy. He's mine!"

"You think I want him? Okay. So I'm bisexual, doesn't mean I can't get a girl!" Draco exclaimed.

"If I wasn't gay, Malfoy, that would be a very good insult I could put to you!" Harry said roughly.

"Harry, have you gone mad?" Draco asked. He took a deep breath. "Come with me. No wands." Draco followed Harry down the stairs. The argument that followed was huge, but Harry finished with a classic.

"He's my friend!" Harry lied. "AND his father AND mother are fully grown Wizards!" After that Uncle Vernon shut up. Harry and Draco left the house.

The two boys were sitting on swings in a forgotten play park.

"Well, Malfoy? What's the real reason for you coming here?" Harry asked. Draco stood up and faced Harry. His grey eyes boring into Harry's green ones.

"I love you, Harry," Draco said as he bent down and kissed Harry on the lips.

"Mmnngh! GERROF ME!" Harry cried as he pushed Draco away. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I thought that was what you wanted," Draco drawled.

"You? I have got taste, you know," Harry lied.

"Yeah, you spent two years lusting after a hopeless Quidditch Seeker, then decided to run off with the dear Mudblood's boyfriend. You know he looks like a caveman."

"Victor does not look like that!" Harry replied, putting his hands on his hips in a very camp fashion. Draco chuckled softly.

"You can't hide it. There's something between us and you know it. I've seen the way you look at me when you're polishing your broomstick."

"I.. um.. er..." Harry gestured.

"See? Face it, Potter. You want some of the bad boy." With that said, Draco leaned in for another kiss. This time their lips only brushed before Draco swept away from the swings in a dramatic movement, leaving harry mesmerized..

Harry shook his head to clear it. "Hold up, Malfoy". Draco stopped and turned around seductively. "You show up in my room, insult my boyfriend, tell me you love me and kiss me? Did you expect I would melt in your arms and all would be well?" Draco's confidence faltered slightly, but he refused to show it.

"I know how you think, Malfoy," Harry said, stepping very close to him. "You think that by taking the upper hand and control of a relationship, that we will not have, I'm not going to notice that you have nowhere else to go and that scares you." Draco could feel Harry's breath on his own face. "You can stay, on my terms, and you'll behave. I still have to live here after you've found more suitable accommodations."

Draco only nodded. Harry was quite pleased with himself and quite grateful for the way Dudley's old clothes were loose enough to hide his arousal.

Returning to Harry's room Draco noticed the birthday cards.

"Oh good! I'm here in time for The Boy Who Lived's birthday. When's the party? Oh, to think, I didn't bring a gift," Malfoy said, sitting down on the bed, batting his eyes. "What's this?" he said, finding the unopened letter from Ginny. Before he could look at it the door burst open and Draco saw Dudley for the first time...

To Be Continued....