Masculinity
"Sorry Ron, Hermione, I have to go," Harry said as he picked up his bag for what seemed to be the millionth time that week. "Where're you going again?" Ron asked as he leaned forward in his chair, smirking wildly. "You know very well that I'm taking extra potions lessons," Harry replied bitterly. "With…" Ron prompted. "Yes, with Malfoy. Now, if you don't shut your bloody mouth, I'm going to curse you into oblivion," Harry said heatedly. "I was just asking," Ron protested in his defense.
Grumbling to himself, Harry left the common room. His walk to the dungeons was largely uneventful, although he did pass the Bloody Baron near the room they were meeting in.
Using skills learned from several years of sneaking around after hours, he opened the door silently and padded in. Malfoy was lounging on an elegant green couch on the side of the room. Harry quickened his pace. With the lighting in the room, his hair almost looks silver.
Malfoy yawned and his hands stretched over his head, making him look rather cat-like. I love it when he purrs Harry thought with a grin. He tensed, and then jumped, landing on Draco's thighs.
The young heir languorously opened a cold blue eye that he couldn't quite keep the amusement out of. "Quite eager tonight," he said with a smile. Potter answered by placing his lips over Draco's own. To Harry's delight, his love moaned with desire.
Reluctantly, Harry pulled his head away from the blonde. Panting slightly, he crooned, "you looove seeing me over you, don't you?" Draco sat up with a start. "I do not! Lord knows I should be on top," he drawled as he trailed light kisses and bites across Harry's collarbone drawing out a hearty moan. "You moan louder," he proclaimed, utterly smug.
"I do no…" Harry paused to think a moment, "ok, so maybe I do. But I'm taller than you!" To emphasize his point, he sat back on his haunches, drawing himself to greater height.
Taking advantage of Harry's precarious perch, he flipped the green-eyed boy so that he was on the bottom. With an irritating smirk, he continued "but I'm stronger."
"Are not!" Harry yelped as he thrashed wildly, trying to throw Malfoy off him. After several moments, he conceded the point. "I'm still the better seeker," he said with a pout.
"You're pathetic," Malfoy said with a kind laugh as he ran his hands through Harry's terminally messy hair. It amazed him each time he touched it that it could be so soft. Although Malfoy's hair looked perfect, soft and always in place, the potions he used made it coarse and utterly unlike Harry's silken tresses. "Besides, more girls think I'm hot," he murmured.
"Yeah, but only 'cause you're pretty like a girl," Harry said, only half in jest. Despite many months of secret meetings under the guise of potions tutoring, Harry was still slightly awed by Draco's almost ethereal beauty. "Besides, I have a bloody fan club. I'm known all over the world. You can't beat that," Harry said as he rested his hands behind his head.
"Guess what?" Draco purred seductively. "Hmm?" Harry asked, curiosity piqued. "I'm on top now, and there's nothing you can do about it," the blonde boy said as he gently placed his mouth on top of Harry's.