Harry opened his eyes, unsure at first what had woken him. He blinked against the bright light of the moon shining in through the part in his bed curtains. His eyes met those of a familiar Slytherin. Malfoy was standing above his bed, smiling down at him. Harry smiled back.
"Hello, Harry," the blonde whispered, crawling onto the bed and closing the curtains behind him. They were sealed in darkness now. Harry let his eyes adjust to the blackness, running his hands along Draco's thigh as the Slytherin straddled him. This had to be a dream…yet he felt so real. Draco's lips pressed against Harry's jaw and the brunette's eyes fluttered closed. Dream or not, he wasn't about to let this end. "I know you've wanted this for some time, Harry." The blonde's voice was smooth and delightful to hear. Harry moaned softly as those soft lips covered his own.
"Draco," he whispered, arching into the long fingers roaming his chest. Draco sat up, pulling Harry up with him and removing the Gryffindor's t-shirt. His lips trailed kissing along smooth, tan skin as he ran his thumb over one of Harry's nipples. His lover hissed, arching his chest into the touch and bucking his hips up in the same instance. Draco grinned, removing his own shirt and stripping off his pajama pants in one quick movement. He tucked at Harry's own pants and the brunette lifted his hips to help him. Once they were both naked, Draco straddled the Gryffindor once more and pushed Harry back down onto the bed.
"I want you, Harry," the blonde whispered, stroking Harry's rapidly hardening cock. Harry groaned. Draco grinned and muttered a quick lubrication spell before lifting his hips and sinking down onto Harry in one swift movement. The Gryffindor hissed, his hands clawing at Draco's hips and his hips bucking useless. Draco was so warm and tight and—fucking hell—he wanted him to move. Draco wriggled his hips teasingly before lifting up and dropping himself back down onto Harry, driving him deeper.
Their pace sped up, Harry muttering complete nonsense as he gripped the blonde's hips tight enough to bruise. Draco grinned down at him, eyes shut and hands resting against the wall as he steadied himself in his movements. Harry groaned, feeling himself begin to lose all control. Draco's hole tightened around his cock and that was it. Harry was crying out and coming so hard, much harder than he ever had in his life. Draco shuddered and jerked his hips once—twice—three times before spilling himself onto Harry's chest. He collapsed atop the Gryffindor, who didn't seem to mind in the least. Harry's hands traced patterns along the Slytherin's back.
Draco pushed himself up once he'd caught his breath and sat on Harry's hips, one leg on either side of the brunette's chest. Harry reached up, brushing blonde hair from shining silver eyes.
"I love you," he whispered. Draco grinned down at him and reached for something. The tip of his wand pressed against Harry's chest.
"Avada Kedavra." A flash of light and the spark left the Gryffindor's emerald eyes forever. Draco looked down at the body beneath him, all humor gone from his face. He stroked the hair back from Harry's lifeless face, pressed his palm against his cheek. He pressed his lips to Harry's. "I love you, too." And he did.
Author Note
Dark and rather disturbing, I know. I know many of you will ask why he killed him. I haven't an answer.
I was going for shock factor. Did I achieve it?