Discalimer: I don't own Harry Potter!

NOTE: This is the story request for animeangel088. I really am sorry for the wait... I hope the title is okay... (Please send me a message with complaints, concerns, ideas, names, events, and anything else you want to see in your story!)

Warning: First part is rated M for very mature! SLASH!

I Believe in a Thing Called Love

"Damn, Potter," Draco Malfoy laughed lowly, "Did your arse get tighter over the summer break?"

"No, Malfoy," Harry Potter panted, "you just weren't around to stretch it out." Draco laughed and began to thrust harder and faster.

Harry moaned loudly so Draco gently covered his mouth with the hand not holding his manhood. "That's not a good idea Potter," he smirked. "What would Granger do if we got caught? After all, having sex in old classrooms isn't exactly allowed."

Harry turned to glare at the Slytherin, which was entirely ineffective because Draco chose that moment to stroke an inner part of Harry that made the Gryffindor see stars. Instead of his mouth opening in a smart retort, it opened in a silent scream and he closed his eyes. "Hmm..." Draco said as he gripped Harry's hips, "I know how to shut you up now." Each following thrust he delivered to the Golden Boy's backside hit that special spot. Harry could feel his release as it began to bubble in his stomach. He moved his hips in time with Draco's thrusts and held the desk he was bent over tightly in his hands.

"Come on, Malfoy," Harry taunted. "I know you can go harder." Harry moaned when Draco did just that. Harry couldn't recall one time when Malfoy had felt so good inside of him. They had been meeting this way since just after sixth year started. Harry could not even remember why he and his archrival had decided to start shagging on a weekly basis. All he knew was that he would not be able to last much longer, especially if the Slytherin behind him kept sucking and biting the back of his neck... The blonde had never done that before...

"Come on, Potter," Draco said as he bit down onto a sensitive part of Harry's neck. The Gryffindor could not reply as his breathing hitched and his muscles began to tighten. Draco growled as his shaft was tightened around and he began thrusting faster. Neither he nor the boy-who-lived would last much longer, but he was determined to make Harry go first. It was always much more pleasurable for him to continue pounding into Harry while he was experiencing his own orgasm. Then Draco would follow.

Harry finally could take no more and used his hand to silence the loud scream he emitted when he came. His body shook with the force of his orgasm and he nearly cried from the pleasure when he felt that Draco wasn't slowing down. He allowed Draco to enjoy the effects of his orgasm and tried to clench his muscles tighter around the thick shaft inside of him. And that was what finally pushed Draco over the edge. He groaned as his seed spilled into Harry. He rode out his orgasm a little longer before slowly pulling out of the exhausted Gryffindor.

Harry was bent limply over his desk trying to steady his breathing. He would definitely have to say that that had to have been the best shag ever. He told Draco just that and added, "What's wrong with you?"

Draco grabbed his wand from his discarded robes and used a cleaning charm on the both of them. He chuckled and tossed Harry his clothes. "Well, I decided that since this would be our last meeting, I'd make it extra special."

"Last meeting?" Harry questioned as he pulled on his boxers with weak arms.

"I am betrothed to be married..." Draco replied with no more explanation.

"Really?" Harry asked pulling on his pants next. "Are you okay with it?"

"Potter, if I wanted to share my feelings I'd tell someone who wasn't just a fuckbuddy... Wouldn't I?" Draco retorted icily.

"Alright, fuckbuddy," Harry bit out angrily, "I'll take my concern somewhere else. Sorry for being a decent human being... And I do hope that the next time you decide to shag someone for over a year without caring the tiniest bit about their feelings, you won't be such a git when they happen to show any type of concern towards you... You poncy arse." With that last angry exchange Harry hastily threw his robe over his shoulder and left his tie to hang loosely around his neck. "Congradulations, by the way," he called over his shoulder as he walked out of the abandoned classroom for the last time...

Harry angrily made his way to the library. Snape had assigned an especially long essay for the first day back after summer break. He was eager to think about something other than the blonde bastard he had just parted ways with. Why had they even started shagging? Harry felt nothing romantic towards the Malfoy heir, and it was obvious that Draco's feelings were mutual. Draco was such a git... Harry growled as he walked into the nearly-deserted library.

Madam Pince sent Harry a bright smile as he sat down at the table closest to the Potions section of the massive library. He waved back putting on a small smile until the older witch turned around. Harry frowned as he folded his robe and removed his tie. He set them down on his table to preserve his seat before he getting up to find the appropriate books he would need for his essay.

Harry was still fuming twenty minutes later as he poured himself completely into his essay. Snape would be proud that he knew so much about the many different potions and droughts that Goblin hair made when paired with Hippogriff blood or dark chocolate. (Harry believed the topic to be rather odd in comparison to every other topic Snape had assigned before...) Harry, in fact, was so consumed with his work that he failed to notice the tall figure slowly approaching him from behind. He failed to notice still as the figure sat in the seat right across from his own.

"Hello, Harry," the figure said loudly breaking Harry's concentration.

The Gryffindor jumped slightly and looked up. His bespectacled emerald eyes met with those of clear honey. He smiled at the newcomer. "Hello, Blaise... What brings you to the library?"

Blaise laughed and Harry could not help but notice how warm the deep sound made him feel... Odd. "I could ask you the same question... Granger isn't doing your essay today?" the dark-skinned teen teased.

"Actually," Harry smiled, "I couldn't find her to ask... I'm sure she's off shagging Ron somewhere."

Blaise laughed at this and then grew serious. "Speaking of shagging..." Harry's smile dropped and the anger that had slipped away when Blaise arrived sprang back into life. "Draco told you the news, yeah?"

"He did," Harry spat. "And I'm perfectly fine with that, but... He is such an arse!"

"Well, how would you feel if were forced into an arranged marriage?" Blaise asked.

"Good question," Harry said sarcastically. "Why don't I ask Malfoy?" He tapped his chin, "Oh, wait... I already did!" Blaise laughed and gently covered Harry's mouth with a soft hand. In his anger, Harry had grown rather loud. Harry pulled the hand from his mouth and whispered, "He bit my head off... Called me a 'fuckbuddy,' he did. Where in the bloody hell did he even get that from?"

Blaise just smiled and listened to the raven-haired teen rant. Draco was his best friend, and who better for Harry to yell at if he didn't want to yell and rant to Draco? "It wouldn't bother me if the git didn't talk to me for the rest of the year."

Little did Harry know that it would only be another month before the two exchanged words again...

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