Thanks for the reviews and to all the people that added this story to their favorites. I love you! really I do. So, here goes the last chapter of the first part of Mine.

The title is from The Final Cut.

Chapter 5: When the Tigers Broke Free

His mother had once told him that you couldn't give yourself utterly and completely to one single person. Each person was different and you must choose what part of yourself you show to each one. Even when you love someone you must keep certain things to yourself because the other is always doing the same. It's not only a way of self-preservation but also a kindness to the others, humans have all sorts of delusions about human nature and no one can bear to know another completely.

It made so much sense that Draco adopted this as a way of life. Each person deserved to be treated differently and of course he wouldn't show the same person to his father as he showed to Blaise. And everyone did the same; it was the only way to live in society without killing each other. At least he thought so until he knew Potter.

He had his suspicions at first after six months of having sex quite regularly with Potter. He wasn't his exclusive lover, of course, and he made that clear to Potter but Potter did seem to last longer than the others. Draco absolutely loved the way Potter would adore and worship him each time. He had been the one he could never ever surpass and it irked him but now Potter himself seemed to have admitted Draco's superiority. He was sure one day he would grow tired of the adulation but that day hadn't come yet and Potter was indeed one hell of a lover. So, Draco didn't feel too incline to give him up just yet.

But he did have his suspicions of Potter having given himself completely to Draco. It seemed crazy because he had always been sure that was not possible for anyone to do. But it was the way Potter would sometimes look into his eyes with such complete trust and openness he had the feeling he could see his soul if he wanted to. Still Draco didn't want to believe it, the whole thing made him feel unworthy somehow and made him remember things that he didn't want to remember or consider.

That was until that hot August afternoon when he had the absolute proof.

He knew it was the Weasley girl's birthday because Potter had been so troubled about it for a week. Apparently the insufferable bint had grown tired about Potter's unresponsive behaviour and had given all the clues to say that this was the day Potter and her were going to have sex. Potter could do whatever he wanted, he didn't care. But he was horny and he wanted Potter's adoration so he fire-called Potter in the morning and convinced him, a bit forcefully, to come to the Manor that day. Potter had accepted under the one condition that he would be able to leave before eight o'clock and Draco had pretended to accept this condition. He hated to have time boundaries. Or any boundaries.

Potter had come. They had had delicious sex and Draco was basking in the post-orgasmic bliss with Potter pecking his lips almost playfully as if he couldn't get enough of them. He felt really good, completely relaxed and safe and he just wanted to stay there for a long, long time. That was, of course, the moment Potter chose to get out of his bed and start dressing. Draco felt a surge of irritation as he saw the clock in his bedside table showing it was eight o'clock. Oh, how he hated clocks! I was his mother's doing he even had one in his room.

Potter was leaving him to go to that stupid little whore. Suddenly it hit him how completely insulting that would be. She was a blood-traitor, she was poor, and she wasn't even that good looking. No, he definitely couldn't accept such an insult.

He arranged himself in the bed so he would look casually sexy and waited a minute for Potter to look at him. Potter always tried to leave without looking at him but he always failed. As predicted Potter turned to look just before stepping out of the room. His eyes inspected Draco from the tip of his toes all over his body to finally get to his eyes. Draco shot him an intent and lustful look and almost grinned when Potter's breath hitched.

"Come back to bed, Potter. I am ready for another go." And he was, even with his irritation and anger no one could remain unresponsive under Potter's heated gaze.

"I– Draco– I can't– this is so wrong! I can't do this anymore, I have to go back to my life, I have to go back to my friends, to Ginny…" Draco wanted to snarl. So this was it, wasn't it? If Potter went out that door he would be choosing the bint instead of him for good. He was so angry he even considered telling Potter 'Fine! I don't care!' like a petulant child but the thought of her filthy hands on his toned body… An idea came to him then and it was so simple Draco felt stupid for not using it before. That first day in Potions Potter had been so jealous he had decided to just say 'fuck the world', pinned Draco to the wall and ravished him.

"Suit yourself, but I'm not wasting a hard-on so tell Pansy to come, she should be in the drawing room at this hour." It was a bluff, obviously. Pansy would be in the drawing room but that was because his mother had invited her for supper and the idea of Potter going there in front of his mother to tell Pansy he was waiting in his room was ludicrous. But Oh! There was that fire again in Potter's eyes and when his skin began to prickle with raw magic he knew he had won. Potter practically jumped on top of him and kissed him so passionately it took his breath away. He was so happy and proud he wanted to jump and dance. Potter had chosen him. He was going to stay here tonight and send everyone else to hell.

The kiss ended when they both desperately needed some air and Potter hovered just a few inches from his face. There was that look again, that look of complete trust but Draco was too happy to rationalise it so he said:

"Come, my eager one, take off your clothes" Potter did so quickly and came back to shower his face with feather light kisses whispering "Draco, Draco" in between. Suddenly he couldn't hold back his joy and it bubbled out of him in laughter of pure happiness. His laughter was cut off by a moan as Potter sucked at a very sensitive spot on his neck. He plunged his hand in that wild, wild hair and revelled in the thought that he was the only one allowed to do it. Potter continued to repeat his mantra as he worshiped his body, kissing him all over, even in the most unusual places, but that was Potter so Draco enjoyed it. His erection was growing painful and he didn't think he could bear more teasing. Potter was nibbling his hipbone and Draco was sure that if left to his devices he would continue his way down, completely ignoring Draco's need.

"Potter…" don't you dare.

"Draco." Replied Potter and Draco had a second to think that his tone indicated he knew exactly how much power he had over him before he was engulfed by a hot, hot mouth, down to the throat. Even in his pleasure he was surprised that Potter would take him so deep because he had never been able to do that before. Not that it wasn't pleasurable before. He had cursed many times Potter's apparently natural talent for this because it left him like a blubbering mass of glue. And now Potter was getting better at it!

"Fuck… you're actually getting better atthat." He panted out and he could almost feel Potter's smug grin around his cock.

He was moaning like a wanton whore and he knew it. But, fuck, Potter mouth was blissful. He was getting close at a rapid speed, so close. And, of course, Potter chose that exact moment to let go of his shaft with a pop and sit up. Bastard.

"You're so fucking beautiful, you know that." Yes well, praise may earn you forgiveness. Draco gathered his breath while looking at Potter's face that was so full of adoration he decided that he could forgive him, just this once. He wriggled his hips playfully to urge Potter to continue. Potter smiled at him brightly, surely thankful that Draco was so merciful as to grant him forgiveness and then picked up his wand. Draco felt a flicker of distaste. He wasn't too keen on magical means of preparing for penetration, they always seemed impersonal and cold, like he just wanted to get it out of the way to get to the good part. And they were usually insufficient and a bit painful. He had never, not once used that on anyone. And it was the first time Potter was going to use it on him. That was when Potter pointed the wand to himself. No, he thought in disbelief. Surely Potter wasn't going to…

"Potter…" he began. "Wha–?" he was cut off as he couldn't hold back a moan as Potter squeezed the life out of him. Damn, he was tight. He was very tight. Draco's eyes shot open as the realization hit him. This was Potter's first time. Said man was breathing heavily as he rode Draco and pain was evident in his face. Then Potter opened his eyes and locked them with his own. Potter's eyes were saying 'you're worth it' and were full of that all encompassing trust… that all encompassing love. In that second all of Draco's pretences vanished.

His mother had been wrong, it was possible to give oneself completely to another, Potter was the living proof of that. Potter loved him. Potter loved him. Potter loved him. Why? Why would Potter love him? He was a selfish bastard, he didn't care for anyone but himself and maybe his mother, he had almost killed two innocent people and Dumbledore, he had been a death eater. And that day… Don't think about it. Would Potter expect the same kind of openness from him? That was something he couldn't give. There were parts of his soul he was going to die before he let anyone near them.

All his Pascal delusions were gone. Pascal had found the answer to the contradictions in human nature by giving himself completely to his god. Time and time again people had given themselves to causes they considered worthy and there was bravery in that act. His selfishness wasn't glorious, it was cowardly. It was just a way to cover the things he hated about himself. An excuse so he wouldn't have to look at himself. Harry was the hero, he cared for the entire world, and he had given up his life to save them all and never asked for anything in return. He was brave. And here was Potter offering himself in a silver platter and all he could feel was unworthiness and pain. Pain because in that same second he realized why he hadn't dumped Harry like all of his lovers, why he didn't want Harry to go back to Weasley. And he also knew he couldn't give in to that feeling or he would be destroyed.

But this was Harry's first time and he deserved to have one that was memorable. So, with his fingers only shaking slightly he reached to caress his toned and sexy chest, pinching the nipples lightly and trying all he could in this position to make the experience as pleasurable as possible for this wild-haired man he cared so much for. He didn't break eye contact and neither did Potter. He tried to convey only with his eyes how beautiful he thought the other was, how intense this moment was for him, how thankful he was for this and he kept away the despair and the fear. Harry set up an almost frantic rhythm and Draco obliged. Harry started to squeeze him repeatedly and he wanted to throw back his head and scream in pleasure but he didn't want to loose those dark green flames so he settled by crying out Harry's name, for the first time since they had started having sex, all those months ago.

But this was about Harry, not about him. So, he grabbed Harry's leaking cock in his fist and matched his strokes to the rapid rhythm. Harry threw his head back with abandon and cried out his name as he came. Draco let go and came too. He received Harry as he fell forward in his arms and hugged him, thanking him. He wanted to hold on forever but he knew he had to give up this happiness because he didn't deserve Harry at all, and Harry deserved so much better, he deserved someone who wouldn't… don't think about it. But just a little longer, just a little longer. He buried his hand again in Harry's hair, perhaps for the last time. He tugged at the hair, massaged the scalp and he loved the feeling so much his chest ached when he thought he couldn't do it again. He pulled Harry to a slow kiss, a tender kiss. When the kiss ended Harry started to get up and he didn't think he could bear the loss with his current state of mind. He stopped Harry with his hands and whispered:

"Stay." And he was ashamed. Ashamed because he was such a lovesick idiot, of course. But most of all ashamed because he couldn't give up on Harry just yet and each second he stayed there was going to hurt Harry afterwards and was going to hurt him too. He blinked back the tears staring out the sunlit window. He liked summer, he liked that it was so late and yet the sun stayed there, stubborn and reluctant to leave. He liked making love in sunlit rooms because then it didn't seem hidden, or shameful. He had never made love to anyone, but if he did he would like it to be under the sun, not at night. He looked at Harry… perhaps one last time wouldn't hurt too much. Perhaps he could make love to this man properly at least once before giving him up forever.

Carefully not let his cock leave Harry's silky insides he turned them both so he was on top, slipping a pillow under his beloved's hips. He wanted this to last as long as possible so he hugged Harry tightly and rested his head on his chest. He stayed there for a long time, just breathing in Harry's scent, enjoying the feeling of those slightly shaking hand petting his hair. But finally the room was filled with that fiery orange light, that last scream before the sun finally gives in to the night. He kissed Harry's neck, nibbling slightly for a moment before started to move his hips slowly and carefully. With his hands and lips he tried to memorize everything about Harry. His strong jaw, his thin lips, his straight nose, his dark eyebrows, the scar on his forehead, a little mole under his left cheekbone, the dark shade his eyes took when he was aroused, the moans he tried to tone down unsuccessfully, his tanned, soft skin, his muscled arms, another little mole in the back of his earlobe, the flat, toned abs, the strong thighs around his waist, the silky feeling around his cock.

They came simultaneously and he inscribed in his mind Harry's face when he came the first time they made love. He then buried his face on the crook of Harry's neck whispering and savouring the word as he said it: "Harry." He felt him melt and his deep breaths indicated he had fallen asleep. "I love you." He said and he drifted off to sleep himself.

There was a very nice smell surrounding him, it was deep and manly but also sweet and a bit floral. Draco. Soft fingers were massaging his scalp in the most delicious way. Hmmm…. Draco… This was definitely a wonderful way to wake up. He nuzzled against the hard chest in front of him. Draco. This was heaven, his heaven.

"I'm a selfish bastard, did you know that?" what? Draco's voice was distant, perhaps a little sad. Harry frowned, what's this about?

"I hated when the Dark Lord was at my house. I hated him in the most vicious way. It was like a poison in my body, I couldn't think, I couldn't talk, so much I hated him." Harry held a little tighter. Was Draco opening up for him? Was this finally the moment when he was allowed to see a little bit more of Draco?

"But I didn't hate him for the same reasons someone like you or Dumbledore hated him. I just hated to have someone telling me what to do. My father had always tried but I could always wriggle out of it and manipulate him, I knew the consequences couldn't be too bad. But the Dark Lord would kill my mother and me if I did anything he didn't like. I hated it. I felt like I was drowning. I didn't hate him for some ideological reason." Harry stayed quiet. He understood what Draco was saying, sometimes he felt like a selfish bastard himself because he only wanted to kill Voldemort because of his parents.

"That's not all. I hated when he made me witness torture not because of the people who were being tortured, but because I couldn't do something else instead. And I was scared, so fucking scared for my life and for my mother." Harry didn't know what to say. He could understand that someone was scarred, but if he saw someone get tortured his thoughts would always be for that person. He knew Draco wasn't like that but he couldn't really understand it. He understood that Draco was a very different person than him, he had already accepted that fact a long time ago.

"I'm so fucking selfish!" His voice cracked a little at the end and Harry almost shot up to look at his face but Draco held him more tightly and didn't allow it. He took several trembling breaths and seemed to gather courage before he said: "This is the last time we are going to be like this Harry. After today you will never call me again, you will not come looking for me. Is that clear?"

Harry wriggled out of Draco's embrace with effort and took his face with both hands to force him to look at Harry in the eye.

"What?!" he cried. "Why?" Draco pushed him off roughly and got out of bed putting on his clothes as he went. Then he turned to look at Harry and his face was stony and emotionless.

"Because you bore me, I can't stand you anymore. I don't want you anymore." Harry tried to understand what Draco was saying but it made no sense at all, why would Draco do what he did the day before if he was bored? Why would he open up his soul just to leave him?

"What is this about? Did I do something wrong?" Draco closed his eyes with a pained expression.

"Just go, please." He said with a small voice. Harry got out of bed and forgetting all kind of pride he went to hug Draco, to kiss his face. No, he couldn't go, he couldn't give up on this man.

"Please, please don't ask me to do that. I will do anything. Did it bother you that I bottomed last night? I won't do it again. Please, just tell me what to change and I'll do it." Draco took Harry's wrists and pushed him away. He then gathered Harry's clothes and gave them to him. Harry was desperate, he wanted Draco to look at him, to hold him. Draco put Harry's clothes in his arms.

"Draco, please look at me." Draco didn't, his eyes were fixed on the floor. Harry held his clothes with one arm and took Draco's chin in his hand, forcing him to look up. His heart stopped. Draco's eyes were full of unshed tears. Draco took a step back and the last thing Harry saw before the room dissolved was Draco crumbling to the floor.

Part 2 will be called Two Suns in the Sunset. I'll post the first chapter as soon as I can.