Legal: I do not own any characters in this story. Rated M for language and sexual content.

Chapter 1: Friction

Harry Potter has gotten into his share of fights, both magical and physical. His usual opponent was a certain blonde Slytherin, who started the feud first year when he challenged him to a duel. Harry only fanned the flames by winning.

Today was no different. What had started innocently enough as light banter in potions grew into a full blown fist fight in the hallway. Harry was stronger than Draco, but the blond boy had a slight advantage in height. Soon he was pinned to the cold stone floor, Draco straddling him, holding his wrists above his head.

As he lay panting on the floor of the corridor, Harry became painfully aware of his erection that had no doubt occurred from the friction caused by their wrestling. He was also aware of the boy's position. He had to know, as he was sitting on it.

Sure enough, he saw his eyes widen, just for a split second.

"My, my Potter," He smirked, eyes gleaming dangerously.

Harry flushed, and tore his eyes from the cool grey ones.

"What?" Draco grabbed his chin with one hand and forced Harry to look at him again. "It's just a little friction." His voice was so low that only he could hear. That ever present smirk widened as he ground his hips against Harry's, making his cock twitch. Harry whimpered.

He wanted to pull the boy down for a searing kiss. He wanted to return the motion of Draco's hips. But he couldn't, not with the ever growing crowd. Besides, I can't be gay! His ears burned. This was not right. Instead, he used his now free hand to hit Draco. He caught him square in the cheek. Catching him off-guard, they rolled to the side, wrestling a minute more. Harry's anger fueled him, and he gained the upper hand. He pinned Draco to the ground, his hand twisted in his hair, forcing him to face the crowd.

"Say it." He growled.

"Fine," Draco panted. "You win."

Harry released him as if he were on fire, and disappeared.

For now, Draco thought as he hauled himself up. He would finish this, for certain.

At dinner he received a small note. Draco Malfoy's elegant writing requested that they finish what he had started, tonight at nine.

Harry gulped, there was no way in hell. He was straight, and Malfoy, well, Malfoy was his mortal enemy. But nonetheless, at nine o'clock his feet betrayed him, carrying him to the fifth floor classroom that Draco had requested.

The blond Slytherin leaned casually against the heavy oak door. "Shall we?" He offered, opening the door and leading Harry inside. His insides churned, just what the hell was he going to do with the 'boy-who-lived' once they were alone? He had marveled at the possibilities that had been opened at their quarrel that morning, but he hadn't quite thought it through.

The room was empty save a few pieces of furniture pushed to the sides. Tall windows were bare, allowing plenty of moonlight to fill the room.

He was quickly decided when Harry spoke. "What the hell do you want, Malfoy?"

"A rematch," He stepped to Harry, who countered. They circled each other, wands drawn. Their eyes were locked, green into grey, as they performed their dance. "No wands, just a good old wrestling match."

"And the winner?" Harry asked. He was slightly unnerved at the hungry look in the Slytherin's eyes.

"The winner can do whatever he wants with the loser." The evil smirk returned. Harry's stomach dropped. He did not want to think of all the horrifying things that Malfoy would think up. Alas, there was no way out. "Fine" he agreed. He removed his cloak, letting it fall to the ground with his wand. He removed his tie and rolled up his sleeves, preparing himself.

Draco copied his actions. He contemplated letting him win, curious to see just what he would do. He had, after all, shown up, something that Draco had doubted. It told him he was at the very least curious. Right?

The Gryffindor's venomous glare made his stomach churn as they took their stances. He really wasn't going to let the boy-who-lived get to him, was he?

"Ready?" Harry asked. Draco hoped he had not picked up in his faltering gaze.

"Go." Draco announced, lunging at the smaller boy.

The match was short. In no time at all, Draco had a panting brunette pinned under him, holding the slender wrists against the cold stone floor.

"Well, here we are again." Draco was very pleased with himself. "Is it safe to say that I win?"

Harry didn't answer. He was furious that he had let his emotions get the better of him. He would have won if he had paid more attention. When he didn't answer, Draco bent down and licked the shell of his ear. He jumped slightly. "I didn't hear you, Harry. Did I win or not?"

This was uncharacteristic of the blond, especially at the use of his first name. Harry nodded slowly. He prayed that his quick submission would earn him a lesser punishment. A small voice told him it would not. Still, a part of him was interested in what his rival was going to do.

"Good." The smirk returned to his face. "Now you do remember you agreed to let me do whatever I want to you?" Draco watched him nod again. He looked positively appetizing lying under him. His pale skin was flushed a rosy pink. The jet black hair and dark red lips made him look paler, if possible. And those eyes! How could I have missed how beautiful this boy was? Draco stared into the pools of deep emerald, letting the tension build between them. He loved watching his captives squirm.

"Well?" Harry asked finally, curious. "What are you going to do?" He watched Draco's expression change. His eyes brightened, and a slow smile stretched across his features. The boy was truly beautiful. Flawless ivory skin pulled taught over angled, graceful cheekbones, full pink lips, and platinum blond hair that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

"As you recall, I requested that we finish what you started this morning." Slowly, he began to grind his hips against the smaller boy, making him gasp in surprise. Before he could respond, Draco attacked his mouth, kissing and nibbling at the dark red lips.

Harry did not move. He was stunned. That small voice reminded him of his desire to do just this earlier today. He tried to ignore it; he did not need the smug voice to dictate his thoughts right now, they were confused enough as is. As a warm tongue pressed against his lips, forcing its way in, he surrendered. He would worry about the consequences later. Right now, the warm body moving on top of him, and the sweet tongue mapping his mouth's every contour was far too much. Slowly, he returned the motion of the blond's hips, yearning for contact.

Draco smiled against his captive's mouth when he gave in. Knowing that he would stay put, he released his wrists, tangling one hand in silky raven locks, while the other moved to the buttons on his school uniform. Draco fumbled with the buttons for a minute before giving up. He grabbed either side of the collar and pulled. With a slight popping, the shirt gave and exposed the creamy skin of Harry's chest. And what a sight it was. The small pink nipples hardened instantly at the cold, and he bent his head to capture one in his mouth. Harry's back arched into the warm mouth. He continued lower, licking and kissing, until he reached the waistband of the Gryffindor's trousers. He removed them swiftly, along with shoes and socks.

Draco paused to remove his own clothes, allowing himself to stare at the naked body beneath him. His toned chest gleamed in the light from the tall windows, contrasted with the dark trail of hair that led to his groin, which Draco could only describe as delicious.

Harry blushed as Draco eyed him hungrily. He was completely exposed, there for the blond's taking. It was oddly erotic. Draco nudged his legs open, sliding between them, pushing his knees towards his chest. Harry's mind was erased as warm lips brushed over his cock. A wet tongue lapped at the slit before Draco took him in his mouth. Harry chanced a look down, and was amazed. Draco's cheek were flushed, eyes closed as his lips were wrapped around his cock. It was truly a beautiful sight.

Draco loved the sounds coming from the beautiful mouth above him. Harry whimpered as he removed his mouth from his cock, moving south. He quickly prepared him, as Draco was too excited to really care whether or not he would hurt him.

Harry gasped and shut his eyes tight as Draco pushed into him. The pain was almost unbearable, he was so big. He whimpered and clutched at the blond's back.

When he was fully sheathed inside him, Draco took his chin and made the boy look him in the eyes. "I want you to remember this, Harry. To remember who took you for the first time." He growled. Harry swallowed, and nodded. He surely would remember this night, for the rest of his life.

Years later, he would always remember the first night that his lover, then his mortal enemy, a sneering Slytherin prick, had turned his world on its head. He would think, time and time again, about how beautiful he was that night, how it was the first time Harry had felt safe, whole even, as they lay on that cold stone floor.

As he watched his beautiful blond prince apparate into the courtyard of Grimmauld square, he thanked his stars that he had the guts to fight him on the fifth floor of Hogwarts that night.

-End-

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