"Draco!" Harry yelled.
"What the hell? Harry? What's wrong?"
"It's almost New Years," Harry winked as he crept next to Draco.
They both were fully dressed but Draco knew that wouldn't last for very long, why would he want it to?
Harry's cold hand slipped up Draco's shirt as he started to kiss his lover, each kiss obtaining so much passion that it wouldn't of been possible to just keep it locked up as a simple kiss. It only took moments until their tongues started to fight for dominance.
Draco's hand slipped into the back of Harry's pants to firmly grasp his nice round ass. Their bodies grinding against each other. Harry had to fight to push Draco down to the carpeted floors, as quickly as Harry could manage he tore the Slytherin's shirt off. And Draco did the same with the golden boy's pants.
With a shiver of pleasure came from both of them as Draco squeezed Harry's length. Swiftly Draco twisted and was on top. Gracefully the sex god took off his partner's shirt and started to leave a path of kisses. First the ear lobe, the chin, down the neck, across the collar bone, down the bare chest, to the flat stomach. He could hear Harry's heart beat go crazy as he got closer and closer to relieve him of his desire. Draco's breath now hovered over the rock hard…
"HAPPY NEW YEAR," Pansy Parkinson slammed the door of the blonde boy's room causing them both to jump.
"DAMMINT PARKINSON!"