Draco leant against the bedpost, looking sexy. That really was the only was to describe him, and Harry couldn't help but cough and turn away in an attempt to hide his overwhelming lust.

"It is time." Draco slurred with his sexy, sexy voice.

It was a hot, humid summer night at the top of one of Hogwart's many spires. Harry had agreed stupidly, foolishly, lustily, to engage in a duel with Draco Malfoy. However, there were a few aspects to this duel he did not understand, not in the least. He did not, for example, understand why Draco had insisted on having the duel in this secluded bedroom. Furthermore, he did not understand why Draco was naked. But to be honest, he wasn't about to argue.

Draco raised a sexy eyebrow and gave a small, sideways grin as he watched Harry shuffle his feet before him. Harry Potter. Draco had had his eye on him for some time. Thoughts of Harry had kept him up many, many nights. But tonight all that frustration, that want, that need, would be satisfied. Harry pushed his scruffy black hair from his eyes and Draco felt his heart skip a beat, while another part of him beat harder than ever. How he wished to run his fingers through that hair, through ALL of his hair.

Harry clutched his wand tightly in his sweating hand and finally forced his eyes upwards, and upwards, and paused for a bit, and then up, and then a pause again on Draco's chest, until finally he met his eyes. His eyes were green. And sexy. He felt drawn to them, so drawn that he took a faltering step forward, then another.

"I will beat you, Draco." Harry's voice did not feel his own, he knew not where he found the strength to speak so strongly, to lie so convincingly. They both knew that Harry had no chance of beating Draco, that his true desire was to have Draco beat him hard, deep, deep into the night.

Draco smirked again in that sexy, sexy way before stepping forward to meet Harry. He stopped a mere few inches before him, so close that Harry could feel Draco's wand digging into his leg. Then he realised that it wasn't Draco's wand. Not 'that' wand anyway, but he was sure that this one could do just as much magic.

"Go on then, Harry..." Draco's voice was barely a whisper, a whisper filled with husky manly lust. He slid a hand around Harry's neck, ever so gently, and pulled him forwards. Harry's breath caught in his throat, he stumbled into Draco's embrace and found his hands clasping the young wizards firm white buttocks. "Draco..." their lips met, finally, and then Harry's pants were removed.

Then they had hot sex.