AN: So this is basically a lemon. I tried to focus on keeping them in character but what they do is very out of character. I'm very proud of this cause I don't usually write stuff this graphic and I like how it turned out. I love reviews, they'd help me a lot.

They were angry at each other, as always. That's how it started, in the room of requirement. Tempers were high and the tension was palpable. They were supposed to have a dual, but their anger brought them close, too close. Harry could see the fire burning in Malfoy's silver eyes. His hands seized Harry's robes and then suddenly, fiercely, they brought their mouths together. The intensity was stronger, different, than it had ever been. Harry had never done this before but his instincts kicked in and he followed his impulses.

Draco, on the other hand, was comparing this kiss to the others he'd had. This was by far the best. His desire to prove himself, to dominate, didn't get in the way like it normally did. It actually seemed that Potter enjoyed it, meeting him gasp for gasp, push for shove.

After a while, Harry pulled back.

"I still hate you, you know."

"The feeling's mutual."

They paused for a moment, forcing down gulps of air, as if it was imperative they breath as quickly as possible, not a moment to waste.

Draco let go of Potter's robes and peeled them back, then unbuttoned his shirt. When he was met with a bare, fit chest he made a sound of approval and ran his hands up and down. He explored him for a while until eventually his hands wandered down.

Harry grabbed his wrist. "No, stop."

"Stop? Why?"

"It's—too much. Too fast." Harry's heart was racing, and there was a tingle on his scalp that felt an awful lot like fear.

Draco stared for a second. "Have you ever been with a boy before?"

"No."

Well that wasn't all too surprising, but… "Have you ever been with anyone before?"

"No," he hesitated, dreading the answer. "Have you?"

Great, thought Draco.

"I'm the prince of Slytherin," as if that explained everything.

Harry scoffed. "Prick."

Draco smirked. "Of course."

They kissed again for several minutes before Draco groaned and pulled away.

"So you're a virgin."

"Obviously," Harry huffed.

"Awesome, then I get to top."

"What does that mean?" It didn't sound good, if it made Malfoy smirk that way.

"That means my cock's going up your ass."

"Ew! No way."

"Bloody virgin," he rolled his eyes.

Draco sighed and considered his strategy. He'd have to ease him into it.

"Touch me."

"What?" he didn't like that Malfoy was telling him what to do. Why couldn't they just go back to not talking? That seemed to work nicely.

"I'm going crazy. Undue my shirt."

He'd enjoyed it when Malfoy touched his chest, so it sounded feasible. "Ok. I can do that."

Draco sighed in relief.

Harry's hands moved slowly, exploring. Malfoy was toned, but still somehow effeminate. And if he moved his hands just right, he made Malfoy shiver.

Draco decided Potter's innocence was tolerable. Especially since their kisses were still wild and rough.

Eventually, Draco couldn't stand it anymore. Without warning he grabbed the hardness pressed against him and grinned ferally as Potter's eyes widened in shock. And to his surprise, he moaned. Draco made to unzip Potter's pants.

"I promise it'll feel good."

Harry looked hesitant but the touch was maddening and he knew he had to do something about it. So he slowly nodded.

Malfoy pulled Harry out and wrapped his hand around him. Harry pulled him closer and buried his head in that long, slender neck, making a keening sound.

"See?"

Potter sighed and lifted his head so he could look into Draco's eyes.

"Does this mean I'm gay?"

Draco coughed, swallowing the impulse to bust out laughing. "Way to ruin the moment virgin."

"Stop calling me that. Call me Harry."

Draco started stroking him.

"You say my name."

Harry huffed in defiance, so Draco sped up.

"Nnnh, Draco."

Draco smirked.

But Harry couldn't let it go. "So, am I?"

Tired of that question, Draco unzipped his own pants and grabbed Potter's hand, guiding it. His eyes widened comically again.

"How does that feel?"

"…hard."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I mean do you want to do more?"

Tentatively Harry moved his hand. Draco's face relaxed and he watched Harry through hooded eyes.

"Faster."

Potter obliged. And then something happened that he hadn't expected. Potter bit his own bottom lip and a look of intense focus showed on his face. Possessive.

"You like that?" asked Draco.

Potter nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, you're gay."

It didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. As long as Draco kept making those delicious noises.

Then a bed suddenly appeared next to them.

"I love this room," said Draco.

"That's funny. You appreciating something from a house elf."

"What?"

"A house elf showed me this room. In fact, I believe you know him. Dobby."

Draco looked flabbergasted. "Dobby showed you this room?"

"I don't think he expected me to use it like this however."

"Oh we're just beginning."

Harry gulped. "I'm not doing what you said earlier."

"Oh there are other things boys can do. Let's get on the bed."

Walking was a little awkward so Draco stripped his pants off, and then with a seductive look up at Potter, his pants too.

Harry felt exposed. To cover up his nervousness he attached his mouth to Draco's and pushed him back, into the bed.

Encouraged by his enthusiasm, Draco ran his hands down Potter's back and brought them to his arse.

Harry pulled back again. "What's with you and my arse?"

"It's nice."

"Uh, thanks?"

Draco sighed. "It's a gay thing."

"Then how come I don't have a desire to do anything with yours?"

"You will. Touch it."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I was right earlier about it feeling good."

So Harry pulled Draco upright and grabbed his arse rather roughly. Draco yelped a little in surprise.

Harry chuckled. "You're right. That was entertaining."

Draco shut him up with a kiss. Harry liked kissing. He could do it all night.

But Draco was mad with desire and was used to a faster pace. Besides, he planed on doing this again. And again.

Draco climbed onto the far side of the bed and patted next to him.

Harry shyly crawled over and laid on his side, facing Draco.

"Lay on your back."

"Why?"

"How hard is it to just trust me?"

"Oh I don't know, you've just spent the past 6 years making my life hell."

Draco growled and forcedly pushed Harry onto his back and climbed on top of him. Harry started to protest but then Draco started grinding and all thoughts simply left his mind.

"And you've done the same to me."

"What? How?"

"My whole life my father's had plans for me. He wanted me to befriend you. When you chose that blood traitor over me you became the enemy. My father is now against everything you stand for. Everything you do. And he takes it out on me and dictates my life."

Harry considered this for a moment. "You're 16. Break away. Live your life how you want it."

"…it's not that simple. I don't know how."

"…you mean to tell me that the Prince of Slytherin doesn't know how to make decisions?"

Draco rolled off of Harry and turned his back on him.

"Oh come on. You've made the decision to admit that you're gay haven't you? Just apply that will to the rest of your life."

"Oh sure. Easy for you to say. You never had parents deciding your life for you."

That pissed Harry off. He reversed their rolls and pinned Draco, kissing him again, aggressively this time. Draco yanked away and pushed against Harry. "Get off me."

"Why? You obviously like people controlling you so I'm gonna give you what you want." He grabbed Draco and started pumping, keeping Draco pinned with his body.

"Now you say my name."

Draco turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. Harry saw an opportunity and bit Draco on the neck. Draco whimpered.

"Do that again."

"Say my name."

"Someone's got a domination streak."

Harry growled and grabbed Draco's hair, exposing more neck, which he bit. Draco whined again.

"Someone's got a submissive streak."

"Never figured you'd be into BDSM Potter."

"What's that?"

"Stands for Dominance Submission Sadism Masochism."

"I am not. I don't like torturing people or getting tortured."

"This is different. It's consensual and it's in lesser doses."

"I'm still not into it."

"Bet I can prove it to you."

"Yeah right."

"Get your wand."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"Fine."

Harry got up and walked to the middle of the room where they had dropped their wands and picked it up. He left Draco's on the floor, he still didn't trust him armed.

Harry got back on the bed and straddled Draco. They were still hard, but not achingly so.

Draco put his hands over his head, keeping his wrists together.

"Wave your wand over my hands and say 'servitium.'"

Harry did. "Servitium."

Instantly ropes appeared and bound Draco's hands. He then tilted his head to the side and whispered "Harry."

Harry's erection twitched and his whole body tingled. The sight of Draco bound was incredibly erotic for some reason. He laid fully on top of Draco and kissed him passionately. His hips started moving without his consent. He ground down roughly and had a sudden urge to scratch Draco. So he started at the top of Draco's ribs and raked down.

Draco arched and gasped.

"See. Sadist."

"No talking. Silencio."

Draco's mouth fell open but no sound came out. This new Harry was full of surprises. He'd never let anyone dominate him like this before and it was intoxicating. And Harry was a fast learner.

Draco wanted more pain. He craned his head to the side, trying to communicate what he wanted. Harry gave it to him. He bit harder this time. Draco arched again and wished he could use his hands. But it made it more intense.

Harry paid a lot of attention to Draco's neck. Soon it was covered in bite marks and he knew Draco would have a hard time hiding them. That made him smirk.

Then Draco started thrashing, but not in a good way. Harry sat up took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?"

Draco glared at him.

"Oh. Right. Finite Incantatum."

"God. Kiss me."

Harry was happy to. He threaded his hands in Draco's hair and pulled and tugged. Draco couldn't take it anymore.

"Grab us."

"What?"

"Rrrr, reach down and grab them with one hand and stroke." he gestured with his chin.

Harry listened this time and was rewarded for his obedience.

They were both getting close. Then Draco said the sexiest thing in the world.

"M—master."

That did it. With a grunt Harry came onto Draco's stomach and Draco followed soon after.

Harry felt like collapsing but they were sticky. So he picked up his wand again and cast Scourgify. Then he promptly fell onto Draco.

"Oof."

"Heh. I wanna do that again."

"I'm spent."

"…not tonight…"

Draco opened his eyes and looked down at Harry.

"Ok."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I still have more to teach you. Better stuff."

"How can anything be better than that?"

"Trust me."

And Harry found that he did. At least in bed.

"Ok."

They laid is silence for several minutes and Harry was starting to doze off.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"I hate you."

Harry smiled.

"I hate you too."

Whelp what do you think? This is my first Harry/Draco fic. Constructive criticism is always nice. Just no flaming please. I don't know if I'll write more chapters cause I have a bad habit of not finishing stories. But if you like the story enough it'd probably be worth it to add to alerts in case I do write more chapter.