First Update in a while. Bored, so I wrote this. Probably not my best. I suggest Drug if you want a better Harry/Draco than this xP. Please read and review, I need all the criticism I can get.

Warnings:: Slash, mature content (Not flag worthy)

Disclaimer:: Draco and Harry aren't mine. (if they were. They would be chained in a bed together. Naked.)

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"Erm….Harry?"

The black haired boy had been buttering a piece of toast when he was addressed, his knife kept going, and he only gave a slight glance to his bushy haired friend as she turned to look at him full on.

"Yeah Hermione?"
"What happened to your eye?"

Harry lifted his hand to the inquired about spot, where a bruise ringed on his skin. Due to a healing charm preformed after the occurrence of a flying fist, the bruise wasn't nearly as swollen and painful as it should have been. That didn't make it any less colorful. He shrugged.

"I couldn't sleep. So I went flying, and I got hit by a flying branch, you know how windy it was last night…"

He had actually planned and practiced that lie for quite some time last night. Didn't need Hermione to see through his words, like she always did. This certainly was not the time to be telling the truth. Tell one bit, and the rest would come flying out. For a boy who had battled dark lords, and had many a dark secret to keep and share, it was surprising that what he wanted to keep secret was how he got his black eye; which really wasn't an unusual thing. He had gotten black eyes before, many in fact. He had achieved them all via the same person, one Draco Malfoy. The one that made this one different is the fact that after the punch had been thrown…

Draco had kissed him.

Rather well in fact. The best snog yet really. If Harry knew that all it took was a bit of riling up to get the slytherin to use his lips in such a manner, then he would be sure to do so more often. Though he could do without the pain he had received in the process, and he remembered the hurt look in Draco's eyes when he had first began to speak. No he could do without that as well.

"Harry James Potter."

Harry winced, he knew from the tone of her voice she didn't believe a word he had just said-practice or no. If he didn't say something soon, he probably would be dragged out by his ear for a good talking too. That would not be fun, not at all.

"It truly is nothing Hermione. Just drop it, alright?" He sighed as he pushed his concentration back onto his toast and spreading the butter evenly, as far as possible from the girl who gave him a look that could shoot daggers and the boy who was the cause of all this.

"I will not drop it." She replied with a curt nod and reached out to grab his shoulder. "You got into a fight didn't you?" She frowned as Harry paused the movement of his knife. "With Malfoy I presume." He dropped the toast and looked up to her again. He let loose a sigh.

"It wasn't a fight. If nothing else, I deserved it."

Harry almost burst out laughing at the look, or rather looks, of her face. Shock, disgust, curiosity and many other different emotions crossed her features at the one sentence. When had Harry ever admitted to making a mistake when it came to relations with Malfoy? He managed to keep it to a twitch of his lips.

"You what?"

Harry decided he should leave now, escape to the library or something while she was still subdued in pondering his words. He would continue with this later, hopefully with better cards to play at her then now. He grabbed his bag and stood.

"I deserved it. I insulted his hair."

Another lie. But nothing less ridiculous than claiming the black eyes to be his own fault. He was out the doors and moving down a corridor that led to the library before another word could be exchanged, and he could only hope that she had not followed him out. These were dashed but a few minutes later when he heard footsteps moving quickly behind him. Keeping his shoulders straight, he decided it would be best to just ignore her until she stopped him.

Of course what he had not expected was a grab to his arm and a pull into a nearby classroom, a door slam, and a locking charm said in a male voice. By the time he had regained his balance and made sure his bag had not ripped and spilled his belongings, Draco was already sitting on a desk, his arms folded and looking much the regal prince as he stared the Gryffindor down.

Harry looked to him and frowned slightly as he rubbed his shoulder.

"What did you tell her?"

It took Harry a moment to understand exactly what Draco was asking. He realized what his worry was on, and cleared his throat.

"Hermione? That I got hit by a branch when flying."
"And when she told you that you were full of shit?"

Harry frowned and sighed. "Then I told her the black eye was my fault."

Draco smirked. "I was wondering why she was looking at you like a gapping fish. I assume she was rather convinced you were too pigheaded to see your fault in our quarrels"
Harry frowned. "I am not pigheaded."
"That is a lie and we both know it Potter."

Harry winced at the abrupt use of his surname, and in such a cold manner as well. It had been a long time since that had happened. "I'm sorry. I said it already, but I really am."
"No you didn't." The blonde replied, his tone still cool, as he tucked a piece of blonde hair behind his ear.
"But I didn't give you much time before did I? There is time now." He nodded and glared to Harry again.

He frowned again, shaking his own black locks from his face, looking forever the guilty child as he shifted on his feet.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have accused you of that. It was not place to say such a thing. Just something stupid that bubbled from my mouth because I was mad…I know it isn't true, and you had every right to hit me." He sighed. "Because I am a pigheaded bastard."

Draco paused, thinking over the apology as Harry shifted nervously. "Still no excuse. That hurt a lot Harry…not a lot does. Not since this started anyhow." He sniffed before jumping down from the desk and moving over to Harry. He pushed the bag of his shoulder, making Harry stumble slightly.

"You are bloody stupid git. I should leave right now, I know you would have if I made such a comment." Harry looked away sheepishly before Draco took hold of his chin and made him look to his gray eyes.

"But I forgive you."He leaned foreword and placed his lips to Harry's. The kiss was only slow for a moment as it was established, before it picked up the passionate quality that always tinged the moments between them, in fights or in sex. Harry responded, kissing back, placing his hand to Draco's waist. He didn't question it. Never again would he question this, and he had a black eye testimony to that.

Draco pulled back and pulled his wand from his robe, he murmured a silencing and locking spell. Harry cocked his head, breathing a bit off due to the kiss. His hand shifted on his hip.

"What are you doing,"
Draco raised an eyebrow. "We. Are about to have Make-up Sex."

"I thought we had that last night after you punched me." Harry commented dryly, remembering the rough stone of the wall against his back as Draco quite relentlessly dug into him.
"That was Angry Sex." Draco replied, the glint in his eyes quite devious.
"Make-up Sex is ten times better." He replied as he began to walk them both, Harry's back hitting the edge of a desk before he went down against it, Draco leaning over him and pinning him. Lust took over Draco's features, and looking up to it Harry shivered and let the emotion take over him as well. His leg went around to hook Draco's hips to his own and he moved to kiss him again.

They wasted no time. Buttons were forgotten, as shirts were ripped open and dropped to the side. They moved together, trying to bring as much skin as possible together as they continued to kiss and grope. Harry forgot his comment on last night's kiss being the best as Draco added teeth to the mix in the shape of soft nips to his neck and collarbone. Trousers were regarded in much the same matter as the shirts were as they fell to the ground. Hands began to move everywhere, and hips began to grind. It didn't take long for the two males to lose themselves in the fury of it all.

Harry sat up from his position on spread out robes on the ground. He wouldn't even begin to wonder how they had managed to get from desk to floor, and why four or five of the student desks around them were completely shattered. Nothing a little repairing spell could not fix...but still. His breathing still harsh, he surveyed the scene around him. Draco sat up soon after and wrapped his arms around his bared shoulders before kissing and biting at his neck again. Harry let loose another moan, but they had already gone three or four rounds, and even a teenager had his limits. He moved his head so he could nip at Draco's earlobe before pulling away.

"What time is it?"
"Late…we should be getting back."

Draco nodded and went to go find their wands, wherever they may have been flung, and Harry untangled their clothing on the ground. It would not do for him to go up to his common room wearing a green and silver tie. Explaining the black eye, and his now torn clothing, would be enough.

Draco came back, and handed Harry back his wand. He chuckled. "Bookshelf and the tank in back." Harry snorted. "Better than last time." He pulled on his clothing, and robes before fixing his tie. They split the various charms between them, and soon the classroom looked as it had before Draco had ambushed Harry in the hallway. Harry turned to look at Draco again, who was currently directing the last two charms at his hair and face. Harry had no need to worry on that, his hair was always a mess.

Draco moved over and kissed him again. "See you again Harry." He replied. He paused and glanced back at him. "Next time though. Lose the Black Eye. It does nothing for you."

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