It was a rough passionate affair, full of anger and hatred but of something else, something softer. Harry moaned as fair hands, slender fingers skimmed down his back to dig in sharp nails. Draco tossed his head back a blush painted across his aristocratic cheek bones. He growled as Harry kissed his throat a few times, before in revenge for the nails sunk his teeth in deeply, Draco bucked, his dick weeping for attention, but it was ignored.

"H-harder!"

He gasped and Harry complied, his hips snapping back and forth into the blonde, the sound of skin on skin was audible and the heat increased tenfold. Their gazes locked emerald green on liquid mercury. Draco clawed savagely, demanding more. His mouth hanging open as he fought for breath, his voice stuttered with soft cries of pleasure and pain. Harry lent forwards his forehead touching the blonde's, their hair mixing in an inky slide of black to a soft gradient tangle of dusk brown into honey blonde and finally ice platinum.

Draco stopped his mauling and let go of the raven to grasp the sheets, his cock dribbling pre-come across his stomach, the bed frame rocked with the force. Harry hissed quietly, Parseltongue mixing with his English as he gazed down at his beautiful lover. Draco was amazing, kiss bruised lips, red hickeys darkening to purple, some even bleeding and his face an open expression of wanton lust, it looked so painful but Harry knew it was what they both thrived on. The blonde didn't have to open his eyes to know how Harry looked, his dark hair all mussed and streaked with sweat, all his Quidditch developed muscle would be working as his hips drove his thick cock into him. Draco loved how hard he was being fucked- it felt so good and so painful and… So fulfilling.

"Fuck me Harry! Fuck me harder! Merlin, just break me Potter!"

Draco writhed and strained against Harry, his lithe muscles straining, standing out in stark relief, his pale skin beaded with sweat as he took the raven's cock deep inside him. Then he drew back and pushed the green eyed male back who blinked in surprise and Draco straddled him, the tip of the Gryffindor's angry red member straining against his abused entrance. Harry's green eyes widened and his lips parted in a 'o' as he realised what his Slytherin was about to do. Draco dropped his hips and let out a guttural cry as the new position filled him deeper than before. The tip tickled his prostate and he ground down on Harry's pelvis, rocking his hips to get more friction. Harry had never see anything hotter in his life, propping himself up on his elbows he kissed the Sectumsempra scar on the blonde's chest and grasping the softly rounded hips resumed his fierce pounding. Draco screamed as his prostate was assaulted again and again, pleasure coursing, blazed through his veins, white hot as it ignited his passion.

"Draco… Oh fuck!"

Draco allowed the raven to do as he pleased; moaning and gasping as he forcefully drove his hips down on the up thrust and lifted on the withdrawal. Their moans and panting increased as they both neared completion; Draco threaded he fingers through messy raven hair and pulled Harry in for a deep kiss. Their lips hungrily seeking each other, teeth nipped and tongues battled in a sloppy mesh of lust and hormones.

This was the last time they could do this.

Before it go too dangerous.

Before something went wrong.

Draco yelped, breaking away from addicting lips, as a warm hand wrapped round his own blushing prick and began to roughly bring him off, harsh long strokes and teasing rubs over the blunt head. With his hips torn between thrusting into that wonderful hand for more and grinding down onto that delicious hard, thick length, Draco came hard, as he felt the Gryffindor's heated gaze on him- urging him on. Harry growled as Draco's moans began a crescendo, latching onto his neck, marking him, another hickey among the many that already bled over his alabaster skin. Draco clung to him as Harry relentlessly abused his prostate.

"Shit!"

Draco still taut as a bowstring shuddered as another orgasm ripped through him as he felt something hot, sticky and familiar coat his insides, it always felt so erotic, the heat and the sinful slide and pop of Harry pulling out and Draco gave a small whimper as he slumped boneless, sated on top of the Gryffindor.

"Draco…"

He couldn't say it.

Time was short and it was running out, Harry ran through the trees breathless, panting, hoping that he could live up to his patronus and flee like a stag- swift and strong. But no avail- he was only human only mortal, just Harry Potter.

Just the Chosen One.

The burden slowed him down and he grunted as Hermione wheeled about and flung a vicious stinging curse into his face- he keeled over, gasping as his features distorted into an ugly mess. The Snatchers cackled and bound them- they peered into each of their faces in turn and the leader's gaze lingered far too long on the distorted lightning bolt. Harry prayed they wouldn't recognise him. Even after his false name. Vernon Dudley.

"We're taking this lot to the Manor. Come on!"

The Manor? Harry felt the gut wrenching feeling of desolation- caught. They were caught and now were Apparated away to the unknown. Their destination was Malfoy Manor, this much was clear by the fact that all three of them, all ice blonde and beautifully noble stood proud in the middle of the room. The insane Bellatrix pranced in front of him before ushering Draco Malfoy forwards.

"Tell us, Draco."

She whispered her mad, crazy smile stretching her blood red lips and Draco stared deeply into Harry's eyes and Harry who was already on his knees to him couldn't do anything more than plead soundlessly. The Slytherin got the message and Harry nearly cried with relief.

"I… I don't know. I can't be sure. It could be… I can't tell."

Harry bit his lower lip as the cruel witch stalked over and yanked his head back, his fringe exposing the distorted scar and Draco frowned and Harry closed his eyes. Draco clenched his hands, gripping his wand tightly.

"I don't know."

"YOU DON'T KNOW? LUCIUS YOUR SON IS A COWARD!"

Lucius Malfoy cowed but Narcissa would not stand to any insult towards her precious son stepped forwards her blue eyes blazing.

"My son is ten times a better person than you'll ever be Bella."

She snapped, her arm already curling round the young blonde teens'. Bellatrix laughed loudly, harshly, barking like a dog- her matted dark hair as black as her heart was tossed over one shoulder and she advanced on her sister her face drawn into a leer.

"Oh Mama's boy~ you can't tell Auntie Bella if this is itty bitty baby Potty. I won't bite~ Promise!"

She mocked and Harry strained a little against his bonds, Draco's face paled and he shook his pretty head. No.

No.

No.

Screaming in frustration Bellatrix flung a curse at Hermione who screamed as it connected- the Cruciatus. Ron struggled violently but Bellatrix warningly flicked her wand again and Hermione's screams died down to muffled sobs- Ron ceased immediately. Harry looked to Draco who watched appalled. Bellatrix pulled out a knife and turned back to Harry.

"They all die then if they aren't of use!"

Draco radiated terror as he quickly crossed the room to stand in front of the raven. Shielding harry slightly from his crazed aunt.

"No. Don't kill them, the cellar. Put them in the cellar."

His voice trembled but when the idea was accepted Draco turned around, he was crying, Harry could see all he wanted to say in those guilty tears:

'I would give you more time but I'm sorry. This is the best I can do.'