"What do you think I should buy for him, Herm?" asked a 24-year-old Harry Potter worriedly.

"Serve you right!" came Hermione's voice from the other side of the phone. "Both of you had been showering each other with gifts even on a normal day. You've finally run out of ideas on what to buy Draco."

"There's nothing wrong with buying stuff for the person you love..."

"Yes Harry. There's absolutely nothing wrong with buying gifts for your love ones but don't you think buying over a whole store just because he said one of the robes was nice was a little to extreme?"

"Herm! Stop bringing that incident up every chance you got!"

Hermione, sensing Harry's embarrassment, said "Alright Harry, I'll sacrifice some of my time so we can go shopping together tomorrow."

"Ouch, that hurts. Sacrifice?? Am I not worthy enough for your precious time?"

"That's settled then. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you." Hermione ignored Harry and continued.

"Okay. Okay. I won't disturb your activities with Ronniekins then. Bye!" Harry quickly put down the magically-operated phone.

Phew... That was close. I could hear her screaming before I put down the phone.

Harry lives in a castle in France. He had been living there since he graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 7 years ago. Harry never imagined himself living in such a posh place. He had always thought that he'll end up in some crappy muggle apartment after his graduation.

But he had no choice. Draco had insisted that they live here. Harry tried to persuade him to change his mind at first but Draco had reacted badly to the suggestion. Draco being a Malfoy always got what he wants so Harry was stuck here. In a bloody castle. Like some royalty with a bunch of house elf serving them.

Truth be told, Draco was not just being a jerk when he insisted that Harry and him live in the Malfoy Castle. He had been freaked out when Harry had suggested that they live in the muggle world to avoid the Death Eaters. He was afraid to leave the wizarding world – the place where he was born, the place where he grew up, the place where he met Harry. So after days of bribing and blackmailing, he got his way and Harry had to live in a castle.

Not that Harry hated the castle. It was very nice and the scenery was beautiful. Kinda like Hogwarts actually. Minus the stairs and the ghosts. It was huge and grand but at the same time cozy and comfortable. It was also tastefully decorated but Draco himself when they first moved in.

Draco and Harry had been together for 7 years, since they left Hogwarts. Although they love each other very much, they are definitely not the type of perfect couple that does fluffy things and mutters sweet nothings into each other's ears. Instead, they are extremely competitive and they argue an awful lot. However, they made up very quickly. Usually Harry will apologize first since Malfoys never apologize.

"Harry! Harry baby I'm back" Draco called from the hall.

"I'm right here! Coming..."

"Baby, I've missed you so much," said Draco breathlessly.

"Silly, it's only one day," said Harry with a smile. "Although I've missed you like crazy too." and he crushed his lips to Draco's.

It was supposed to be a simple kiss but things soon heated up quickly as hands found their ways to buttons and zips. Harry opened his mouth slightly to deepen the kiss and was rewarded with a low moan from Draco.

Neither realized that the house elves had retreated back into the kitchen. Away from the sex-crazed couple.

"Draco, Draco, DRACO!!!!!!!!!" screamed Harry as he reach his climax.

Draco came right after Harry and the two of them slumped on the bed while their breaths even out. Draco turned and saw that Harry had taken the same kind of look every time after sex. He looked vulnerable and scared, as though he had been waiting for some kind of rejection. Draco kissed Harry passionately, caressing his face at the same time.

"Do you know how much I love you, Harry?"

"Why don't you tell me?"

"I love you more than the number of sands in this world." Draco said sweetly.

"Do you want to know how much I love you then?"

"Yes, of course. How much do you love me?"

Harry looked thoughtful for a while before he broke into a wide grin and said, "I love you more than the number of stars in the universe."

Draco kissed Harry sweetly before murmuring sleepily, "Rest love..."

"Mmmm......"

Harry woke up with a silly grin on his face. He was sore but he didn't care. He felt so satisfied and happy now. He felt like he was the luckiest guy on Earth. He had Draco and that's all that matter to him.

Slowly, he turned to his left and found that Draco had gone to work. On the bedside table was a beautiful red rose with a note underneath the rose.

Harry

I looked at your beautiful face and didn't have the heart to wake you up.

I love you baby.

Love,

Draco

Harry smiled. Draco will always leave a note for Harry every morning. Without failure. He felt so loved now. He went to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror and the mirror whistled at him. Harry was so annoyed that he threatened the damn mirror with a tooth brush.

"If you don't shut up now, don't blame me if you lose you smooth and shiny face." Harry

threatened darkly.

"Alright dear, no need to get ugly. You can be quite scary sometimes you know." The mirror answered timidly.

"Oh just shut the bloody hell up." Harry said and continued to check himself out in the mirror.

His body was toned but not too muscular. Even with all the quidditch training he still stayed that way. Maybe it was because of malnutrition when he was at the Dursley's. None the less, he still looks good. His hair was still a messy mop of black hair but they had grown longer now and instead of messily messy, it's messily styled. His eyes are as green as ever and there's a distinct afterglow highlighting his cheeks.

Oh my god! Has Draco turned me into a vain-pot like himself??? Did I just check myself out??? Oh my god!!! Harry realized suddenly but still decided that he looked good. Since Draco had never complained about his appearance and he still turned Draco on. Images of the night before suddenly filled his mind and Harry blushed like a school boy. Draco always has that effect on him. Although he thinks he's quite good looking, he felt that he was nothing compared to Draco's beauty.

Harry sometimes wonders if Draco was a human because he was so beautiful. And he had the grace of a prince. His looks combined with his grace complete the picture that he's not human. Harry had told Draco about it but Draco just looked at him and kissed him sweetly on the lips before saying "Maybe I'm an angel sent to protect and love you."

Diagon Alley was so crowded that Harry couldn't even hear Hermione unless she yelled into his ear. What the hell is the matter? Don't tell me another Lockhart wannabe is here? Oh god please no... Harry thought and prayed to whichever God that that is not the case.

They barely made it to the shop in one piece with all the people blocking the way. Harry and Hermione now stood before a jewellery shop. The door of the shop is made of platinum and diamonds. Of course, there are spells protecting it from thief and robbers.

Harry and Hermione made their way into the shop and were awed by how the floor seems to glitter like stars. The whole shop exudes classiness and superiority. Even the shop-keepers were dressed in the finest clothes. The friendly shop-keeper informed them that the floor is made of marble and diamonds. Harry was shocked. He had never seen so many diamonds in his whole life. The place was just filled with diamonds and gem stones. Even the clock was made with 12 different coloured gem.

They were led to the counter and Harry lazily scanned the assortment of precious stone until his eyes rested on a platinum ring shaped like a snake. The snake's eyes were made from emerald from what Harry could see. Harry was shocked when he thought he saw the snake winked at him.

"Can I have a look at that?" Harry pointed to the ring.

"Of course. Here you go."

Harry looked at the ring carefully and immediately fell in love with it. The ring was chunky but appeared elegant too. It was very detailed and the snake suddenly winked at Harry again. The snake caught Harry off-handed and Harry barely caught himself before he dropped the beautiful ring on the floor.

"It's beautiful..." whispered Harry.

"This is a very ancient promise ring you have there, Mr. Potter. It has spells that will protect the wearer when he/she is in danger," explained the shop-keeper, his eyes twinkling merrily.

"What does this ring promises then?"

"Oh, it promises love to the wearer. It was used as Salazar's promise to his wife before he passed away," said the shop-keeper.

"Are you saying that this- this- this ring belonged to Salazar Slytherin??" asked Harry in astonishment.

"Yes sir. Indeed," answered the shop-keeper, clearly amused by Harry's reaction.

"How sure are you?" asked Hermione skeptically, eyeing the shop-keeper with her clever eyes.

"I'm very sure, madam. This shop sells things of the highest quality." said the shop-keeper politely and patiently, although Harry was able to detect just a tiniest bit of annoyance in his voice.

"Very well, I'll take it then. Please have it gift-wrapped for me."

"Certainly sir. And that will be 1050 galleons, Mr. Potter."

Harry walked out of the shop feeling very proud with himself for managing to find a gift that suits Draco so much.

"Harry, you should seriously consider hiring me as your personal financial consultant," said Hermione.

"What's wrong Herm?"

"How could you just spend a thousand galleons on Draco just like that, without even blinking your eyes?"

"Why not? I'm not short of money or anything and Draco's definitely worth it," with the mention of Draco, Harry's expression immediately turned dreamy.

"Alright, no doubt thinking about Draco again. You know, I think you two are the most likely going to die of love sick puppy-ness couple. Too bad you argue too much. You shouldn't argue so often you know, it'll ruin your relationship," said Hermione matter-of-factly.

"Really, Hermione, you sounded exactly like Mrs. Weasley."

"Well, I am Mrs. Wealey. Aren't I?" answered Hermione with a smirk.

"I was talking about Ron's mum but whatever ... I think we should go now. Shall we?" said Harry.

"Right... Can I go to your castle for a cup of tea then? I'm beat..."

"Sure... You know you're most welcome at my house don't you?"

"And I haven't seen Dobby for a long time. Maybe seeing the house elves will give me some new ideas for SPEW!" Hermione said excitedly.

"Not that again..."

"Hurry up, Harry. Stop day dreaming."

"Yeah... Let's go then..."

When he arrived at the castle, he noticed straight away that something was seriously wrong. The house elves were extremely quiet and they dared not look him in the eyes. Annoyed, he pulled Twinkle the house elf to a corner.

"What is wrong Twinkle?" Harry asked patiently.

"No sir. Nothing is wrong sir..." Twinkle answered in her squeaky little voice.

"You can tell me what's wrong, Twinkle. I won't hurt you, I promise."

"No, Harry Potter, sir. There really is nothing wrong."

"Don't test my patience Twinkle... Tell me!"

"Harry! Stop being so mean to the poor elf," said Hermione sternly.

Harry ignored her and said to the poor elf, "I think you need some socks, Twinkle."

"No socks sir. Please sir. Twinkle will tell sir."

"Hurry up."

"Um... Master Draco... He- He-"

"What's wrong with Draco?" asked Harry, alarmed.

"He came back with a friend... They are in the room sir."

"Which room?"

"The master bedroom, sir..."

Harry let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. He thanked Twinkle who was ironing her hands after telling Harry what's wrong and asked Hermione to wait for him in the studies while he went to looked for Draco and find out who his friend was.

As he neared their bedroom, he heard some banging noise coming from their room. He ran to the room as fast as he could. He was just about to open the door when he heard cries of passion coming from the room. He froze, refusing to believe what his heart is telling him. His heart sank as he heard Draco's voice, the voice that suddenly became so foreign to him. Harry opened the door quietly and was greeted with the sight of two men fucking on his bed. Their bed.

Harry stood there, petrified, as he watches the two men fucking. He thought of just leaving the room quietly without anybody noticing he was there but Oliver suddenly looked his way. The bastard didn't just catch his eye; he smirked at Harry before moaning loudly as Draco hit his sensitive spot.

"Ohh Draco..."

Harry closed his eyes, refusing to believe what he just saw and closed the door quietly. He felt decidedly sick. Sick because Draco had done something so cruel to him and he did nothing to stop it. He stood outside the room for quite some time until he heard Draco scream his lover name.

"Oh my god... OLIVER!"

Not Harry's name, but Oliver's.

Biting back angry tears, Harry fled their bedroom, the two men's cries of passion ringing in his ears cruelly.