Disclaimer: I, in no way, own Draco or Harry. These characters belong to the wonderful mind of J.. Warning: Smut! Male Slash!
Note: This is the first fan-fiction I have "written" so I apologise if it is of poor quality. :D
He had been dreaming of this night for quite some time now. Images of sweat dripping down the other's brow allowed his thoughts and imagination grow wild. At this point, the once almost flat surface of his pants grew into a small bludge it and it took all of Harry's strength and will-power not to allow his hand to dive under the belt to touch the flesh underneath. They would be together soon. Ginny would never know. No one would have to know.
"I'm sorry I'm late" The voice echoed through the large halls and nearly knocked Harry onto his knees. This was what he wanted. This is what he knew the other one wanted.
Slowly turning to face the new arrival, Harry's eyes travelled up and down the slender body and finally rested on the pale lips of the other.
"I've been waiting for you... Draco."
The two stepped closer together before Draco took the more dominant role and pushed Harry rather vigorously against the wall. Their lips touched softly before they smashed together in a spur of the moment heat of passion. They quickly parted just as quickly as they had come together and a sigh of disappointment escaped Harry Potter's lips.
"Draco, why must you tease me?" He asked, before watching Draco's lips tilt upwards into a somewhat smirk. Draco didn't answer the other's question before he moved through the only door, which lead into an empty classroom.
They two may have acted like enemies during the day, however when the sun turned into the moon they would leave small notes for each other which spoke about their undying love for each other. And this was the single night that the two boys had been waiting for, for a long time.
Harry eagerly followed the blonde male into the room, to which Draco had already begun removing his robe as well as pants. A few breathless moments later saw both males standing with their foreheads together, in just their socks and boxer shorts.
"What do we do now?" Harry asked. To which Draco only replied with a click of annoyance of the tongue.
Draco placed his hands on Harry's hips and quickly removed both his own and his lover's boxers. Before Harry could protest, Draco had already spun him around and pushed him rather hard against the table. Gripping onto Harry's pale white skin, Draco didn't hesitate before he thrusted himself inside Harry. Harry lurched forward and a painful moan escaped his lips. The noise didn't seem to stir Draco's emotions, however, as he continued to thrust as deep and as fast as he could.
Seconds turned into minutes and groans of pain turned into moans of pleasure. Shuddering with the mixed emotions, Draco soon finished and pulled out of Harry before he was able to finish. Realising this, Harry fell towards the desk in a rather large sigh.
"You think you can get off that easily?" Draco asked, his voice breaking as he took in breaths.
"What do you mean?" Harry questioned, raising an eyebrow. Draco merely smirked before kneeling before Harry and gripping his hips once again.
His lips found Harry's member and soon half of the shaft was inside Draco's mouth. His tongue licked the sensitive flesh for a few moments before he felt what he wanted to feel. The shudder of Harry and the release of himself. Lapping up the remainder, Draco stood and dressed himself.
Harry was left there speechless as well as breathless as he flopped down towards the desk.