I finally have this idea down on…paper? No, it's definitely a Word Document… Whatever. Please read and enjoy! Don't forget to review! I wrote this a few days ago, and I am finally uploading it.

Date Added: 18.8.09

Length: 512 words

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Characters: Draco, Harry

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters; I just enjoy playing around with their lives. They are from the imagination of J. K. Rowling, and her napkins. The plot is mine, thanks.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were getting quite aroused in the Room of Requirement one afternoon during the repeat of the never-happened seventh year. It was Saturday, and all the other students were in Hogsmead, save the second and first years.

Their relationship came out of the blue, one fight turned to violent kissing and slamming into walls. None knew about it, save the two, and it turned to their advantage.

Draco currently had Harry tied to the headboard, and was completely asserting his dominance over his submissive secret boyfriend.

Harry hissed out, "Oh, God!"

Draco sighed and pulled away from ravishing the teen. "No, Harry, I'm not God. I'm just me. I'm just Draco."

Harry's green eyes darkened lustily when fingers trailed across his chest, and he was soon begging Draco to continue the magic his lips were working on his body, since they had stopped.

The blonde resumed and licked a path down from his ear to Harry's collarbone. He sucked the silky skin into his mouth, biting down slightly. He felt the blood vessels burst, and knew Harry would have an interesting tale to tell his year mates later that day.

"Draco!" Harry moaned in pleasure.

Said boy smiled against the skin of his lover. He released his mouthful and licked the love bite smooth again.

"Harry…say my name again," Draco spoke between licks down Harry's bare chest. He stopped just above his naval and rested his chin on the soft velvety surface. "Say it!" he demanded, nuzzling his lover.

"Draco…" the Savior moaned.

"Just me, I'm just Draco," he said, and continued to fill the Room of Requirement with heat of lust and sounds of pleasure.

At the moment of release, Harry screamed out, "Draco, God!"

He had not the mind to correct him, for he shortly followed with, "Harry!"

Draco untied his lover's hands from the headboard and felt the smaller man curl into him. The two lovers fell asleep in the other's arms that afternoon, missing the return of their friends, and curious questions from two houses to where they could have gone to.

DM*HP*DM*HP

Draco sighed hours later as he looked out through the windows of the Room. Harry was asleep in the bed beside him. Though he loved the man Harry had become, Draco knew something had to change.

He returned his gaze to Harry's face, peaceful in rest as it never was when he was awake, even if he was with Draco. "Harry, I'm still not God. I'm just me," he whispered.

Harry stirred. "Somethin' up, Dray?" he asked, his voice muffled from sleep.

"No, nothing, Harry," he replied.

"'Kay," the teen said. His arm snaked out to pull Draco to a reclining position again. As the blonde relaxed against the brunette in rest, he felt lips press gently to the back of his neck. "Love you, Draco," a soft voice murmured.

"I love you too, Harry," he replied.

Harry's lips curved into a smile against the soft skin of Draco Malfoy, and the two sunk into sleep again.

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~Moony