Harry Potter is the school's most sought after bachelor. When he turns his attention to his enemy, but only during the darkest hours of the nite, things begin to get heated. Constant visitations lead to the hottest romance possible ever. But what happens when the Golden Boy gets tired? What happens when suddenly, one of them falls in love and is angered by the abandonment? When one boy's heart is broken and the other's on the rebound, something terrible is bound to happen…

This is taking place in their 7th year and does NOT include information from the 6th book and will hardly follow the 5th, I wanted to have fun with this, but it hasn't lost all of the updated elements.

My pairings: Harry/Draco, Seamus/Ron, Hermione &a "mysterious" girl.

Okay, so, as you all know … Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the plot, thank you.

Also, this fanfic is intensely graphic and may not be appropriate for young readers. Really, this isn't your stereotypical "slash" story, it gets really…heated ;

And, yes, most chapters will be rather lengthy, if you don't like long reads, this isn't the story for you, but since most of you are Harry Potter fans, you shouldn't mind!

It was nightfall in Hogwarts and Draco Malfoy was finishing up an extremely boring and slow Prefect's round about the empty school. No poorly hidden teenagers snogging in an alcove, no mischievous students scribbling their hatred for Professors on any blackboards. There weren't even any pestering ghost's to talk to. It was indeed the worst of his rounds, and it didn't help being alone. Just as he was headed towards the Slytherin dungeons, he suddenly turned on his heel and began to run in the opposite direction. Looking down at his feet, unable to stop running, he had no idea where he was going to. Suddenly his eyes were lit and he felt a fire ignite in his chest. When finally he came to an astonishing halt, he stood before a painting. Not just any painting; this was the painting of the Fat Lady. She looked down on him, yawning and mumbling angry words while eyeing him suspiciously, noting his colours and Head Boy badge with disdain and then, faintly, he heard a snigger trying to be muffled to his left. He looked and saw a bowed head with unkempt raven hair. Slowly the head was lifted and out behind the locks of hair beamed emerald green eyes. It was Harry Potter. What a compromising position he stood in.

"Fancy seeing you here, Draco…" Harry said in a somewhat mocking tone.

Draco turned to move when just as sly as a fox Harry slinked up beside him, his fingertips wisping over Draco's shoulder, whispering the password and stepping into the Gryffindor common room. And, almost as if by magic, Draco slipped in right behind him, and to his amazement, did not protest and found he was neither cursed out nor hexed. Harry sat on a huge, velvety maroon chair and motioned for Draco to sit beside him. Of course he obeyed and tucked his hands in his robes in the most uncomfortable positioning. Harry instantly removed Draco's hands, finding they brushed past a deep warmth, looking up at Draco with amusement in his eyes. But, Draco noted there was something else behind those breath taking green eyes. Something else like… no, it was not possible for Harry Potter to be lusting over him. He broke the silence with stuttering speech.

"I-I…really must be going, I haven't … returned from my Prefect rounds, if I don't hurry back someone will – "

"No one is looking for you," Harry said in a low voice, "it's well after midnite, now, and you're not going anywhere." He looked back down to Draco's lap. "I have more than enough proof of that…" A wicked smile crept upon Harry's pink lips. Oh, God, did those lips look so soft and welcoming. Draco leaned in and in his mind, almost like lightning, something flashed and he drew back as if attacked by a snake, staring at the boy beside him with wide eyes. He attempted to stand and fell back down. That haunting smirk was still on Harry's face as he hands snaked there way under Draco's robes, fingertips icy and massaging the muscles hidden beneath. He purred and noted how tone Draco's body was, forcing the boy to only blush, his lips failing him.

"I want you to kiss me…" Harry breathed in a husky voice, pulling Draco in and Draco could only nod, his face flushed and warm, suddenly feeling velvety soft lips crushing into his. Draco wanted so badly to push away, hex the Hell out of him and make him wish he never lived, but something in him made him aroused, made him push his tongue out over those warm lips, and made him sigh softly in satisfaction. Harry's hands slid from his abs down to the rim of his pants, toying with his waistband, making the blonde haired boy quiver and tense. Draco's mind was running haywire. The feelings surging in his groins were not right, this was his sworn enemy sitting before him, making thoughts and feelings occur he never thought possible in his wildest .wettest, rather. dreams. He reached to let his hands touch over Harry's warm thighs and was halted as if there were an invisible shield. He then realized he had no control over his body, only his thoughts and reactions. Harry's fingers disappeared below Draco's trouser and slid them down, revealing a nicely sized erection. Harry's mouth dropped in awe and his face flushed a deep red.

"Wow, Draco…you're like a snake in all ways, aren't you? I knew you'd be sufficient but this…you're really something in that department," he teased, slinking down into the boys lap, wrapping his tight lips around his head, his tongue lolling around the moist tip, sucking as if it were a lollipop. Draco's lips fell open, shocked and embarrassed, and suddenly he felt angry. Angry that he was being taken advantage of. Angry that Harry Potter was giving him undeniable pleasure. He'd contradicted his thoughts. He knew he'd wanted this. He'd wanted this for so long. Harry was pleasuring him in ways no one else probably could. He continued on like this, his mop of hair bobbing from time to time, Draco unable to assist him, whining and moaning the deeper his tip tickled the boys' throat until he came. He was, however, truly turned on when once Harry finally sat up he watched as his own cum dripped from those gorgeous lips. Without a care at all, it seemed, his hand wiped it away and fell into his own lap. Within seconds Harry had pushed Draco over and climbed on top of him, diving into his lips and messing up that perfect coiffure and watching pale turn to red instantly.

"I've wanted you for so long, Draco…you plague my dreams. Ever since the summer of 5th year you've given me erections that can no longer be pleased with by my hand…I've wanted this and I can tell you have, too. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you're making me yours…No; make me yours." With this Draco stared up at him with glazed, lust filled eyes and mindlessly his hands wandered to Harry's slender waist, and within seconds Harry was bouncing, riding and jerking, whines filling the silent room. Heavy grunts and moans carried through their empty space, the fire from the fireplaces' crackling drowned out. Finally Harry's body collapsed and he shuddered in pure ecstasy, kissing all over Draco's face. He wiggled in his lap and then pulled himself up, sitting beside him on the couch and promptly fixing his clothes. Draco sat up, feeling a little hurt but remaining quiet. He opened his mouth to speak and was shocked when he could.

"Potter…I mean… Harry," he looked at him and decided to continue, "I…have…never done that before."

"It was my first time with a boy, too, Draco; don't worry."

"No, Harry, I mean…I've never had sex before…" he trailed off in slight shame. Harry's face paled and he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. He stopped buttoning his shirt and sat very still, looking Draco over, his head slumped into his hands. He almost felt sorry for him.

"You mean…I took…your –"Draco nodded, not wanting him to finish the sentence. Harry put a hand to Draco's back hesitantly, rubbing him down and breathing in heavy.

"Well…tell you what then…come by here every nite. At midnite." Draco's head jerked up, looking at him with wet silver eyes.

"I can't, I don't have rounds every nite, if I get caught Snape'll have my head, especially if I'm seen around here, and what would I want coming back here? I'm not queer, Potter, and I know you put me under some spell to get me to be so willing," he seethed through clenched teeth, rising to his feet and heading for the door, adjusting his robes and wiping his hands. He looked at his feet in shame, the heat in his body rising to his cheeks. Harry looked at him sadly.

"You're right… I did. But I know you liked it. I could see it in your eyes. I didn't want you to speak or move… I knew you'd try to object and leave to make things harder, and I wanted to let you do what…I know you've always wanted to. I've seen you, Draco. The way you look at me; you don't have that hateful look in your eyes anymore. You look taunted. Like you want something you can't have. I knew that something was me, Draco…" he looked down and said 'Sorry' in a barely audible voice. He stood and walked to Draco, kissing behind his ear and sliding his lips over his.

"Please forgive me?" Draco pushed him away harshly.

"Never," he spat, but Harry could see the hurtful look in his eyes. He turned and walked out of the room, not looking back. Harry sulked up the stairs and crept into his bed. Sleep did not come easy that nite.

In his own bed, however, Draco lie awake looking at the canopy. His mind wandered back and forth from Harry. How dare he take my virginity? How dare he seduce me? How dare he know I wanted it…How soft and calming his voice sounded when he called him by his first name and not his awful, hated last. All of these things kept him awake. But the most redundant thought Draco had… was whether or not he should do it again. Whether or not it'd show weakness to return to that warm room and let such a wonderful thing happen again. He had to admit, that tight warmth that was Harry's bottom did feel amazing surrounding his heated stiffness. Yes, he'd go back. But he wouldn't let Potter know so easily.

TBC

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