Harry opened his eyes and looked around, trying to place himself. He looked at his watch. It was 1 am. The warm light of a crackling fireplace illuminated the luxurious, beautiful room. He smiled. The room of requirement really provided what the seeker needed.

Earlier that night he had walked in with Draco, looking for privacy. Apparently, they needed more than that. They needed a space for romance. And the room had provided perfection. A beautiful four-poster bed, a loveseat, plush rugs and the fire that now illuminated the sleeping shape of Draco, naked, with his platinum blonde hair in disarray, his face relaxed, his whole appearance nothing less than angelic.

They had been officially dating since the second tournament task but took their time exploring their sexuality. Of course, there were lots of heavy petting sessions in the restricted section of the library and many a passionate exchange in alcoves and broom closets. They dared to spend three more nights so far on the champion tents that miraculously were still there, but those were cold and felt too exposed to relax into making love completely. Or maybe they were just not ready yet.

The whole experience had been both amazing and overwhelming. Transitioning from enemies to lovers had been fast and interesting, to say the least. Harry had to give Draco a lot of credit. After their first night in the tent, he went back to the Slytherin dungeons and simply imposed his new attitude towards Potter without giving anyone a choice. Harry hadn't been so brave. Dealing with feelings was not his strong suit. His friends were wary of Draco and it took him a couple of weeks to get fed up with their unwillingness to change that. Only the hurt look on Draco's face when he acted hesitant gave him the courage to get over himself. The truth is he had not felt so happy since the day Hagrid told him he was a wizard and brought him to Hogwarts, and Draco was the main reason for that. He felt hopeful, full of life, loved. He had great friends, but the feeling of belonging next to someone who loves you, well, there is just nothing like that.

Draco, on the other hand, was the more intellectual one, so he was able to figure out his reactions more naturally. He had offered his friendship, or more like an alliance to Harry on their first day of Hogwarts, and got rejected. That made him angry and he felt confused for the first time in his life. Then over the years, he watched Harry perform one fantastic feat after another while he was left on the shadows, a mere spectator. He didn't hate Harry. He craved him. He wanted to be by his side, live those adventures with him, not been stuck with Crabbe and Goyle because of his father's own allegiances. But also, he had a bit of an advantage there. Lucius had wanted him to befriend Harry because of his potential as an ally. Draco would now turn the tables on him and bring him into his life as a lover, which would make him untouchable and unusable to his father's schemes. Lucius would not have allowed his wife to be used by someone else, he had even sheltered her from the manipulations of his own father, petty old Abraxas Malfoy. Now it was Draco's turn to put his foot down and protect his beloved. Lucius can rot for all he cared. He was happy. For the first time since he turned eleven and left for boarding school, he was happy.

Draco opened his eyes and found a pair of emerald green ones looking back at him. He smiled.

"You are staring at me, Potter."

Harry smiled

"You're too beautiful not to. Give a bloke a break."

Draco pulled him down for a kiss. Back in their rivalry days, he had called this boy "Saint Potter" with disdain in his tone. Tonight, he was grateful that Harry was indeed that nice. He was the only person around him that didn't seem to want anything from him. For once he was not the means to an end. To Harry, he was the end. The only person that ever made him feel loved unconditionally was his mother. Now he was sure even if he would have been ragged and knutless, this boy would have seen him and love him anyways.

Harry moved on top of him and still kissing him ran his hand down to caress his awakening rod. Draco groaned with pleasure. Harry stroke him slowly, feeling an intense desire to have him inside. A couple of hours earlier Draco had given himself to him completely, and now he burned with the need to feel the blonde boy claim him too.

"I want you inside of me. Please Draco, I want you to own me."

Draco rolled him to get on top. Then he trailed kisses down Harry's neck, to his chest, over his abs, and when he reached his cock he took him on his mouth while his fingers keep trailing down, slowly slithering to find his entrance. Harry rolled his head and arched his back, lost in the immense pleasure. Draco conjured the lube potion and took his time preparing him, slowly relaxing him with his fingers. He wanted Harry's first time to be as spectacular as his had been just moments earlier.

"Are you ready baby?"

Harry breathed "yes"

Draco pushed slowly, gently, all the time looking into those deep emerald eyes. When he was all the way in he stayed there, letting him adjust, while catching his mouth in a loving kiss. Harry wrapped himself around him, holding him closer than ever before. Draco's emotions spilled out like a broken dam.

"I love you"

Harry looked into those grey orbs, so full of desire, so full of passion, so full of love.

"I love you too".

He then rocked his hips slowly at first, then at an increasing pace, until they both found a rhythm that made them want to fall into the abyss of shared orgasmic bliss.

When they found their breath again they laid next to each other, laced, caressing, whispering. The magic crackling fire dimmed down to help them drift into heavenly sleep.

The weeks went by in a haze for Harry. Draco needed to keep bringing him down to earth so he would not fail his studies because all Harry wanted for once was to be selfish, to have Draco by his side all day and night and not care for anything or anyone else.

The blonde actually found himself having long and interesting intellectual conversations with Hermione Granger, because he was so worried about Harry's desire to just lock himself with him in the room of requirement and not come out anymore that Draco had to promote game nights and small social gatherings with the Gryffindors, who apparently only needed the promise of food to go to anything.

He liked it. His life felt so much more relaxed like this. He even found a dynamic to keep Ron Weasley in line.

"You're a git Malfoy"

"Too bad you think that I have here a whole load of German sausages that I'm bringing to the bonfire. Goyle was going to sneak a bunch of butterbeer to soak them in before roasting them."

Unfailingly, Ron would pout but then show up. That made Harry smile. That was all Draco cared about.

At last, in May, the day of the final task arrived. The champions were given a vague explanation. It was a maze. They would not only need to orient themselves but also they were warned about not losing themselves emotionally. Harry just wanted the whole thing done with.

Draco was freaking out. He teamed with Granger to search all the possible ways, magic or muggle, to navigate a maze. They made him practice defense spells, and Draco tried to teach him some basic occlumancy. Harry did as told, more to keep his boyfriend and friends around that because he really cared.

The moment finally came for the champions to walk into the maze. They were giving the last warning to be prepared to face their deepest fears. Harry took a deep breath and walked in, leaving behind the cheers of the whole school.

He faced a Boggart shaped as a dementor, moving hedges that sprout devil's snare and a Sphinx. After that last obstacle, he thought the worst was over. He felt oriented and found what seemed to be the center of the maze. Then he saw someone coming. A shadow. A man? It wasn't Viktor Krum. Harry lifted his wand and shouted

"Homenum Revelio"

The shadowy figure revealed himself. It was Draco. he was walking directly at Harry, his wand pointed at him. Harry hesitated.

"Draco what are you doing here?"

Draco laughed a horrible cackle

"I'm here to fight you Potter. I'm here to show you that I am better than you. I'm here to show you that I know your weaknesses. I'm here to destroy you."

Harry froze. This was not happening. Draco loved him. He had given him his heart. Why was he doing this?

"Crucio!"

Harry leaped to the side. The curse didn't touch him, but the pain in his heart was overwhelming.

"Draco please, why are you doing this"

"Crucio!"

The curse missed once again but Harry was now completely falling apart. Draco lied to him. he used him, manipulated him, made him fall in love. Such a betrayal was not something Harry could even conceive. He raised his wand but let it drop again.

"If you don't fight me, Potter, I will kill you like the cockroach you are."

Tears were rolling down Harry's face. He could not do it. He could not hurt Draco. He would rather die. If their love had been nothing but a big lie, then he didn't know what life was for. He had no parents, the one man he loved wanted him dead, what was the point…

He let his wand arm down and fell to his knees. Draco was still pointing his wand at Harry's heart. Harry closed his eyes and waited for the pain.

"Avada Kedabra"

Nothing happened. At least, nothing that Harry could feel. After a few moments, he opened his eyes. Draco had vanished. Instead, in front of him was the Triwizard cup. He reached to touch it and the cup sucked him into a vortex and deposited him at the entrance to the maze. Cheers exploded on the bleachers. He saw people running towards him. He saw Draco running towards him and jumping into his arms.

"You did it, baby you did it, you won, you won!"

Harry was confused and a bit frightened. Was the Draco in the maze not real? Was this one the real one?

"Harry? Harry, baby, are you ok, did something happen to you? Are you hurt? Baby talk to me!"

Harry's eyes were full of tears.

"You tried to kill me. You used a killing curse on me."

"What?"

Harry pushed him and yell

"Don't touch me!"

Draco looked terrified and felt tears prickle in his eyes. Something was wrong with Harry. They did something to him inside the maze.

The headmaster and the other judges approached and Draco yelled at them

"What did you do to him? Answer me! What happened to him in there?"

The headmaster lifted his arms to signal for calm.

"The maze makes the champions face their worst fears. It is unpredictable what it could have been since it is so personal. I for once thought he would be facing a basilisk or Dementors. But it seems there is something that Mr. Potter fears even more than that".

The headmaster put his arms on Harry's shoulders.

"Harry, what did you see in the center of the maze?"

Harry was breathing raggedly.

"I saw Draco. He told me he had lied to me. He had used my feelings to get to me. He tried to kill me. I couldn't hurt him, I let him do it."

The headmaster's eyes twinkle with compassion. Then he turned to Draco, who now had tears covering his face.

"You see Mr. Malfoy, it seems like what Mr. Potter here fears the most is your disdain. He fears to lose you. And he would die rather than hurt you. His willingness to surrender and stay true to his feelings won him the cup."

Then he turned back to Harry.

"Madam Pomfrey is ready with a calming drought to be used in case something like this happened. I will take you to the hospital wing myself.

Draco followed them, scared to get close to Harry. He was terrified, he couldn't lose Harry because of a stupid tournament task. He was angry and sad, using the back of his hands to wipe the tears that wouldn't stop.

Madam Pomfrey put Harry in a short dreamless sleep state while the potion helped him discern the reality from the visions. He woke up an hour later. When he opened his eyes he felt his heart cringe.

"Draco!" he yelled and tried to live the bed. Madam Pomfrey held him gently.

"He's here. He's been waiting for you."

Draco walked from behind the curtains. He looked disheveled and his face was obviously marked by tears. He didn't hesitate. He saw in Harry's eyes that he was back. He ran to the bed and held him tight. Harry held onto him with all his strength.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It was so real; I was so scared. I'm sorry I doubted you."

Draco peppered kisses on his face.

"You are here now. And this stupid, crazy, insane, fucked up tournament is over."

Harry made room for him on the bed. They stayed there, in each other's arms until Harry was discharged a few hours later. The whole ordeal was finally over.

June came quickly, and Harry and Draco found themselves walking hand in hand towards the train station in Hogsmeade. They were making plans for the summer. Fulfill family obligations so they could spend every possible minute together. Harry was sure Sirius would be more than fine with them spending lots of time at Grimmauld place. Malfoy Manor, well, he was a bit more nervous about that.

"I wrote to mother; she probably delivered the news to father, that should have given him time to adapt. I insinuated that she helps me make sure he doesn't see it as a business transaction. I told her that you are really important to me" he said and lifted Harry's hand to kiss it.

"Well, you still have to meet Sirius, although I think he is your mother's cousin? I'm guessing that carries some value on your family's side."

Draco chuckled

"Yeah, he's your godfather, right? that makes us what?"

Harry grinned

"It doesn't make us anything, he's not related to me by blood."

Draco shrugged

"Well, it doesn't matter. I know that your father was a pureblood. No way he was not related somehow to the Blacks, the Rosiers or even the Malfoys. Face it Potter, one way or another we are kissing cousins."

Harry stopped walking and pulled him in for a deep kiss

"I'm more than good with that."

The end