Rating: MATURE!

Warning: CURSING AND SEX RELATED SCENES!

Disclaimer: Not mine. The original story belongs to J.K Rowling and the Warner Brothers.

Chapter 1

Harry sighed and rubbed his temple, tapping his chin with the end of his quell. The soft feather brushed his skin like a caress as he stared down at the blank piece of paper that sat in the middle of his desk. It glared back at him, empty except for the signature of Malfoy at the bottom, which he had written before he ran off to hide away from doing the report.

Harry grumbled angrily, bending down and touching the parchment with the tip of the quell, the ink blossoming as he sat there. He slowly drew the point across the paper, covering the empty space with lines and angels. The tip of his tongue peeked from between his full lips, his teeth gnawing gently as he concentrated.

Slowly, the empty space filled with the black ink, creating a picture of beauty. Harry sighed and placed his quell on the desk beside the parchment, almost groaning as he glared at the picture he had drawn. Looking up from the flat piece of paper, the image of Malfoy snarled up at him, his eyes sparking with irritation and his lip curling in distaste. Shadows blossomed behind the Slytherin, encasing the image of Malfoy in blackness. His blonde hair was swept over one eye, nearly covering it as the blonde tipped his chin.

Harry groaned, pushing his glasses out of the way as he rubbed his eyes. He growled in frustration, staring down at the parchment with disgust. For weeks this had kept happening, Harrys hand unwillingly drawing the overbearing blonde.

His house was cluttered with images of the Slytherin, filling art books and sketch pads. When it first happened he was stunned, for he had never drawn something so well before. It had freaked him out, causing him to watch Malfoy closely in case the blonde was the reason for his new drive.

It had puzzled him, the reason why he drew him. But it was like a wave, uncontrollable. Over and over, whenever he let his guard down, he filled pages with the image of the sneering man. It had taken all his will power not to tell Hermione or Ron his problem, if you could even call it that.

If he was honest with himself, he would just admit his was attracted to the bastard and get it over with. But he had refused to do so for weeks, ever since he and the Slytherin had become friends. At first, when they were assigned to each other, they had created an uproar until Kingsley had taken them both and locked them in a room for days. It had taken both of them to get out, trying to unravel the complicated spells the Minister had place on the door. It had taken teamwork, and after they got out they had agreed to a mutual trust. After a while it had become friendship, each of them visiting each other's flats or bringing coffee when one had a bad day.

But to Harry it had become more, much more. When he had first felt the attraction to the blonde, he was mortified. He had run to his flat and locked himself in for hours on end, not coming out until he got his feelings situated. The end result had shocked him, but to his surprise not very much. He was in love with Malfoy, plain and simple.

He had wanted to confess to the blonde, but the words never came out, always getting stuck in his throat before the words were able to spill from his mouth. After a while he stopped trying, and that's how this began. The drawing and daydreaming.

Even when he was in danger of someone found out, he couldn't stop. It was like a drug, consuming him, pushing him to draw the blonde in all his snaky goodness. The daydreaming wasn't helping either. If the blonde was anywhere near Harry he became as hard as granite and his mind would skip through scenarios that usually lead to hot, sweaty sex.

He had tried to control the urges, but they were becoming difficult to hide. He had to touch the blonde in any way possible, whether it be a mere brush of hands or a bear hug, it didn't matter. The down side to that is Malfoy hated being touched, unless he was doing the touching. It had startled Harry at first, when the blonde had given him a hug from behind. He had recovered though and tried to give one back, but the blonde had danced out of reach. To be honest, it was the cutest thing Harry had ever seen, but if he tried to tell the Slytherin that he would most likely be hexed.

Now, staring down at the drawing, he began to trip into daydream land were anything was acceptable. He didn't even try to struggle to get away, he simply succumbed. His breath hitched as he closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the desk, the parchment crinkling beneath his head.

He whimpered as the soft, silky voice of Malfoy filled his head, urging him on to do nasty things to his body.

"Come on, Potter." Draco hissed, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. "Fuck me."

Harry groaned low, his hand snaking into his trousers as his mind supplied him with images of Malfoy tied up and panting.

"H-Harry, enough already you bloody wanker! I n-need you inside me!" He cried out, arching his back and tugging against his bonds. "You fuc-AHH!"

"Yeesssss." Harry hissed as he fisted his cock, his rough palm sliding along the heated flesh. He gritted his teeth, his forehead becoming sweaty as desire thrummed just below the surface. He turned his head, resting his cheek against his desk as he pulled his cock from his pants. He hissed as the cold air in the office caressed his cock, causing pre-cum to ooze from the tip.

"YES! Harry, harder!" The blonde screamed, spreading his legs as Harry thrust inside him, his hole clenching in pleasure as Harrys thick shaft plunged inside. "MORE!"

Harry swore under his breath, his eyes screwed shut as he slid his hand down his cock, squeezing the base and releasing as he jerked off. On the way up he pressed against the slit, rubbing the head as his hips twitched. He moaned, his cheeks beginning to flush as pleasure raced through his body.

"Can't take anymore, Potter? I thought you said you could." Malfoy sneered, grabbing his hips and jerking the Gryffindor's body down onto his cock. "Come one Chosen One, I know you can take more than just that."

Harry whimpered as he reached behind him, pressing his fingers to his entrance as heat lashed through his body. "Oh, Merlin." He muttered, crying out when he plunged his finger inside, the burn causing him to jerk. He gasped, his fingers clenching around his cock as he thrust against his hand, fucking himself.

"Ohhh, there. Right there." The Slytherin moaned, his hips wiggling as Harry sucked on his hole, his tongue lapping along his crack. "Merlin, Harry!"

Harry stiffened, his body trembling as his orgasm rushed toward him. He threw back his head, arching his back and tugging on his cock as spurts of cum leaked form the head. His breath stuttered as he cried out, his cheeks flushed in pleasure.

"Draco!" He shouted, his fingers digging into the arms of his chair, his body shaking as his orgasm lingered. He went limp as his cock softened, cum splattered on his chest and neck. He sighed, opening his eyes, condemning himself to clean up the mess he made. Instead he blinked, his eyes going wide in shock as the person in front of him cleared his throat.

"Draco!? What are you doing?!" Harry cried, trying to cover himself up as he reached for his wand when Malfoy suddenly snagged his wrist, staring at him with unreadable eyes.

"You know what, Potter? I would like to ask you the same thing."

phew! that was a hot one to make. what do you guys think? enjoyed it? or not? well, i sure did in making it. Until next time.