Draco pressed his body up against Harry's, their breathing ragged. He could feel Harry's warm breath on his lips, and he shivered in anticipation. Their eyes were locked in an unspoken battle for dominance. Draco, the taller of the two, slid his hands around Harry's back, pressing his supple fingers against the muscles quidditch had given Harry, dragging them manipulatively, slowly, down to Harry's hips. Harry shuddered with pleasure and closed his eyes, giving in. Draco smirked, relishing the feeling of superiority and even more relishing the feeling of the lean, muscular, figure of Harry, weak in his arms. He lowered his head towards Harry's, their lips met, and Draco felt like he was on fire. He could taste Harry's lips, sweet but sharp on his own. He ran his tongue slowly along Harry's lips, and Harry gasped in pleasure as Draco deepened the kiss. Draco smiled against Harry's lips as Harry recovered enough to bite Draco's lip encouragingly. Draco responded by returning this gesture, and was rewarded by feeling Harry's knees buckle. Draco pushed him up against the wall, and smiled as he realised he was the only thing keeping Harry upright. He could feel Harry's heart racing, and noticed his own heartbeat was matching Harry's. The next second he was surprised as he felt himself spun round and pressed into the wall, cold stone at his back and Harry's warm, solid warmth keeping him there. It was Draco's turn to gasp as Harry's lips left his, and moved down to Draco's neck, barely touching, sending a shiver all the way down his spine. As Draco drew in a breath sharply and relinquished dominance Harry smiled. Now it was his turn.