A unfinished, slow-progressing project I started on DeviantArt. I feel the chapters are too short, but it's actually 24 full pages in word. oO
Anyhow, I simply just LOVE this pairing, and couldn't resist the urge to write a story.

If it hadn't been for that damned school I'm attending, I would have written more.
I'm seriously considering writing erotic novel as for a living.
But I still have to increase my skill, by a LOT!

So I hope for constructive-criticism, and help.
Grammar corrections and notes on fact-mistakes are welcomed!
I alway write during night, so I have to go over these things like... 20 times, in the morning, to move all the too-tired-to-really-open-my-eyes-and-see-where-I-place-my-fingers mistakes.

HELP ME CORRECTING THEM! :D

Harry didn't know what to answer

Harry didn't know what to answer. Even though his heart beat fast and hard, he just stood there, gazing out in the open air.

Flash back.

"I will show you no mercy!"

Giggling.

"Harry? Harry? Hello?" Ron waved his arm in front of Harry's face.

"Hum? Sorry. The thing with Malfoy kind of stresses me out. What'd you say?"

Ron looked at him. First he seemed curious, but after a second he just raised his shoulders like he didn't mind.

"What do you think of Hermione?" He asked again.

"What do you mean?" Harry said. "She's our best friend, of course I like her. And, beside that, she might be, if possible, the best witch at Hogwarts. Ever."
Ron nodded, and looked like he wanted to say something more. But he didn't. And, which he didn't know, Harry already knew what Ron had wanted to say. Harry had known it for a long time. Maybe even before Ron realized it himself. Ron was in love with Hermione.

It was dark in the extra room, behind the clairvoyance tower. Harry hid himself in the darkest corner of the room, and waited. In not so long, he would be there, and Harry couldn't wait. He felt his heart skip a beat by thinking of it. He ran through the lines he had prepared, and what he had decided to do. Only thing left now, was to hope for the best. He closed his eyes, and wished silently, that this would work out. He wished it would turn out well, with no problems.

And then he heard the door open. A small stripe of light, lit up parts of the room for a few seconds, before the door was quickly shut. Harry sat quietly, watching the blond person walking around, trying to make his eyes used to the darkness, not knowing where he was walking, closing in on him.

"Harry?" The voice seemed to be calm and irritated, but Harry could hear the tense in it. He knew the other one was shivering, scared of what expected him.

"Potter?" The irritation in the voice was clearer now. "Are you here yet, you fucking faggot?"

As the blond kid walked past him, not noticing him, Harry got up, and walked up behind the other one, placing his hands on the others hips, locking them in a position with only a few centimetres between them.

"Holy SHIT! What do you think you're doing, Potter?" Malfoy said, as he was taken by surprise. "What are you playing at?"

"I'm showing you no mercy." Harry whispered into Draco's ear.

That shut him up.

"What's he doing? What is this game?" Draco was furious, confused and surprised. But he wasn't going to walk away, just yet. He didn't feel anything weird (except from a pair of male hands on his hips), and until he did, he would stay where he was placed. As their rivalry and competing against each other had been going on for years now, they both knew that none of them would give up, unless they had to. And he didn't feel anything yet.

"Where's your wand, Potter?" Draco said between his teeth.

"In your pocket," Harry answered into Malfoy's ear.

"In WHERE? In MY pocket?" Malfoy said confused and angry.

"What the fuck is he playing at," Draco thought.

"Yes," Harry said, putting his hand in Draco's pocket.

"Now, where is it? I know I put it in here somewhere." Harry's hand moved up and down, as if searching for something in Draco's pocket. His jeans fractionated against his hips and thighs, Draco became more and more irritated, even though he seemed to like it.

"Why is he doing that?" Draco said as he had to bite his tongue not to say anything. "He's a boy. He must know what this fucking fraction does to you."

"Harry Potter. Would you stop that immediately?" Draco started to walk out of Harry's grip.

"Why?" Harry smiled at himself in the dark room, as he closed in on his enemy, still with one hand on his hip, the other one in his pocket, and made the few centimetres they had had between them, disappear. "You say it like there is something bothering you. Like I'm doing anything to you. I'm only looking for my magic wand, so that we can fight against each other in our weekly duel. Tonight. Does any of that bother you?"

"You've got your hand in my pocket." The irritation in his voice, made Harry surer that it was working. Draco didn't know what else to say. He was just glad it was dark there, so no one could se him blush. "What do you answer when your sworn enemy has his hand in your pocket, and you think it feels good? No, wait a sec. I don't find this good at all, it's just my bodies reaction. My BODY thinks this feels good. I just plainly follow the orders of my body."

"Am I close?" Harry suddenly whispered, standing so close, his lips barely touched Draco's ear, as he pushed his hand deeper down the others pocket.

"What the… fuck." Draco said, widening his eyes, as he felt Harry's hand closing in on his crouch.

"You don't say so, eh?" Harry smiled, and let his breath caress the milky white skin on Draco's neck.

"Potter? What's the meaning of this?" Draco said between his teeth, fighting against himself.

"To show no mercy. We're doing this my way from now on. You always do it the wrong way anyway." Harry bit Draco's earlobe, sucking it smoothly, pushing his body harder against Draco's. Malfoy himself could not believe what was happening. First of all, that Harry was doing this. And second, that he felt he was in no state to get away from it. But third, that his body didn't mind. Draco placed his hand on Harry's arm, supposedly to try to take it away. But as Harry held him tighter, and placed a kiss on Draco's neck, letting his tongue slide up and down, mercilessly caressing the skin there, a moan escaped Draco's lips, and his body weakened. "What the hell is going on here? I don't want this." He thought.