Here it is, ppl. Slash and sex scenes. If you don't like it, don't read it.

The story is set in the fourth year, since well, Dolores is the fifth year, and Draco escaped in the sixth year, right? And also, just wanna say, especially not in the fifth year... we don't want Dolores ruining their fun, don't we?

Enjoy, ppl!

"What the FUCK Malfoy!" Harry yelled. "Just give me back that essay!"

Usually, he would not have minded. But, its Snape's essay we're talking about.

"Language, Potter. Don't give me that muggle slang. Huh. And never in a million years, Potter. You just might as well dream about it." Malfoy taunted, and sneered evilshly at Harry. His pearly white teeth gleaming under a thousand candle lights. He couldn't tear his eyes off his face… its just so

Perfect! Geez, I just love that sneer... and those soft pink lips. I wonder what they taste like.

He just froze. Stopped and gazed at the perfect skin. At least he doesn't have an ugly scar marring his own forehead.

"Malfoy. Just return it to Harry. Please." Hermione said. And Harry tore his eyes painfully away from Malfoy's soft complexions.

"Oooh, little miss prefect ehh? Sure, Potter." He spat, and sneered again. "I've got better things to do than messing with Mud-bloods and Half-bloods." And pushed pass Harry and Hermione. Draco dropped his essay on the floor, stamped at it, and left.

"Thanks, 'mione." "No prob. Oh, we've got potions tomorrow. Better read up more things before it." "Hermione! Its late…." Malfoy could still distinctively hear their bickering while he stalked away dreamily.

Potter was staring at me… he was staring at me…at my lips… he shook his head …no. That's impossible. He hates me just as much as all the money my father has. "venom" he muttered to the solid looking wall leading to the Slytherin dungeons. Lucky. I got THAT taken care of. As he pocketed Harry's wand and drop a piece of parchment with "venom" scribbled on it. I'm sure he'll come and get his wand. After all, I pushed him hard. He'll naturally suspect that it was me.

True, because a few floors up, Harry was just literally dissecting the whole common room trying to find that thin piece of wood that he has used for years. "It's probably the dumb blond ferret." Hermione commented. "he pushed you hard, remember? He could just have easily hid it under his robe after he stole it."

"Yeah Harry. You've got you're invisibility cloak. And the map. Nothing could stop you now, you know. What's a dumb blond, by the way?" Ron suggested and asked at the same time "is it a sort of fellytone? Or is it a Muggle fish?". The two muggle raised teenagers stared at Ron.

"Err, TELEPHONE, Ron. Not, not telephone or fish. In case you didn't catch the word, FERRET?" Hermione said.

"Oh, right. So. Well, what do you say, Miss Prefect Hermione?" Ron asked.

Both boys look at Hermione and she scowled disapprovingly. "Alright. Fine. But be careful. Snape is doing the rounds tonight." She nodded, and Harry went.

Down a few floors, Harry arrived at where the entrance of the dungeons should be. Ughh. Great. Now, no portrait or stone gargoyle or anything. Just what I needed. Spinning around and trying to find any trap door or hidden bricks, he opened the Marauder's Map to check for anybody, or anything that looks like a common room beyond the walls. Nothing. Maybe the room is charmed or something. But then he saw a pair of footprints walking nearer and nearer. Snape. The pair of footprints pacing right over to where Harry is standing. Clutching his cloak tighter, he stepped backwards, pressed himself against the cold dungeon walls, and saw Snape's black robes fluttering past his very own trainers. He held his breath. And just then, stepped on something. Waiting still Snape is really out of sight, he picked up the thing that he stepped on. A word was scribbled on a piece of parchment. "Venom." He read. Just then, the wall right next to him suddenly jerked open, and inside, revealed - The Slytherin common room. Assuming that both Slytherin and Gryffindor dormitories has that same blue print, he climbed up the staircase. And he was right. It is indeed the boy's rooms. He went up to the fourth year's area.

This is weird. He thought, because when he looked at the rooms, one of them isn't named "Fourth Year's". It was named, "Malfoy". Very weird. Why on earth would Malfoy have his very own room when the others don't? He slipped inside anyway.

This is just WAY even weirder. Everything in there were decorated expensively. Dumbledore would not spend that kind of money on a Malfoy. Certainly not. But, in front of his very one eyes are the gold leaf brushed ceiling, with crystal chandeliers hanging down and dark green Egyptian cotton sheets encasing the huge bed. It was large enough for three. The cold white marble floor shone with a sheen of the newly polished. Dark oak tables and drawers were carved with very fine craftsmanship. His eyes wandered to the bed, oddly, nobody's there… and on the bedside table. Lying there, his wand.

He let his guard off, and took off the cloak, and let the soft silvery material slither to the cold white marble. He walked slowly to the bedside table and stretched out his hand to grab his wand.

Just then, something warm and oddly cold at the same time grabbed his arm. The world seemed to tilt upside down and he was being pushed roughly to the bed. His hands were clamped above his head. He couldn't see his attacker. He focused his eyes on the area of where that attacker's head should be. He focused so hard that everything seemed to blur and slip out of focus. But, nothing. All he sees is the ceiling.

"Heh…" Harry heard the familiar chuckle, followed by and incantation "Finite Incantetum", and slowly, a figure appeared in front of him. "M-malfoy? What the…" they have never been so close together, and Harry could almost feel Draco's breath on his face. He shivered every time Draco's hot scented breath landed on his face, and blushed deeply. "I ehh, umm…"

"What, Potter, where's all that Gryffindor bravery? Weasel got you're tongue?"

"GET OFF ME, YOU PERV, GET OFF OFF OF-oomph…" He found himself shouting, just then, he was blocked off when Draco suddenly landed a fiery kiss on Harry's lips. His lips and Draco's lips met perfectly onto each other, just like they were made for each other. He was melted into liquid flames when Draco's tongue has gained entrance into his very own wet hot mouth. Licking and swivelling expertly around. An involuntary moan escaped his lips, enjoying it immensely. Just then Draco broke off the kiss. Harry whimpered at the lost of contact.

"Still want me to get off?" Draco sneered again. Gosh, that blew my mind…Harry thought. "Yes, or not? Answer me." He commanded.

"I… ehh…"

"Yes? Or no? Say it."

"No…" He moaned.

"So what do you want, Potter?" Draco put Harry's hands together and clamped them together with one hand. He let the other roam free. Slithering over his clothed body, he let it wander southwards. His fingertips brushed lightly over Harry's rapidly hardening arousal.

"Ohh… Malfoy…"

"Shh" Draco silenced hmm and pressed a soft and gentle kiss on his lips. "Say, Draco. Don't call me Malfoy." And kissed him lightly again. "Now, will you tell me what you want?" he whispered into Harry's ear, causing him to shiver.

"I, I w-want…" He took a deep breath and started again. "I want you." He said with new found sense of braveness.

"Oh, do you?" He teases, fingers brushed over Harry's arousal again. "Yes." Harry moaned and gasped. Both their members are very hard, so hard, its almost painful. Draco let go of Harry's numbing hands as they unbuttoned each other's shirts and pants. Leaving them lying on the cold stone marble.

Both of them are naked and gasped at the sensation of naked skin on skin. Sheens of sweat appeared on their foreheads. Draco remained on top. He nibbled Harry's earlobe and whispered, "so beautiful" Harry shivered again. Draco snaked slowly down his body and sucked at his tanned neck and collarbone, leaving dark purple marks on him. He trailed kisses down his nipples, and began to bite and suck hungrily at it. Harry gasped and moaned, then arched his back to urge him on. Draco got the message and sucked even harder. He did the same to the other nipple, until they were both rock hard. His traced another trail of kisses down to his naval and stuck his tongue into it. Harry gripped onto Draco's shoulder. "Am I you're first one?" He continued down until he reached Harry's throbbing arousal. But, he never touched it. He kissed and licked around it, deliberately avoiding it, until Harry moaned at the unsatisfactory. "Am I?" Draco asked again and looked up at him, silver stared into the emerald. "Yes. Oh, just quickly…please!" Both their eyes were filled with plain lust. Draco reached up and kissed him softly and whispered, "patience."

He reached back down and plunged his mouth onto Harry's hard member. Harry gripped very hard and dug his nails into Draco's shoulders. His wet mouth enveloped him completely, and his tongue licking and flicking under Harry's shaft. His teeth nibbled softly on the hard flesh sent shivers all over Harry. His head bobbed up and down steadily, until some pre-cum leaked out from Harry's slit. He licked the pre-cum off tauntingly and drove his tongue down hard into it.

Harry's member throbbed achingly and moaned loudly. Draco quickly cast a silencing charm around the room. He blew Harry's aching member, earning a sharp gasp from Harry. "shit, Draco, don't tease like that…" Draco reached up and kissed Harry, distracting any pain he might cause him when he is preparing him.

Using more of his pre-cum, his moistened Harry's entrance and pushed in. Harry moaned and writhed under him. "Shh" he silenced him again, then kissed him fiercely blocking out his moans and grunts of pain. His finger started moving in and out. For Harry, all the pain was soon replaced by pleasure, and soon he found himself begging for more. Draco obliged and added one more finger, then a third finger was added. His long slender fingers explored around Harry's warm cavern. His fingers brushed past a spot and Harry screamed in pleasure. Draco brushed past there again and Harry became even harder. "Draco… just take me now…" Draco withdraws his fingers and positioned his member at Harry's entranced. Slowly, he pushed in, careful not to cause Harry any pain. Harry gasped and something so much larger than Draco's long slender fingers. He looked up at Harry he nodded and thrusted in. Slowly he pulled out until only the head was remaining in it. And without any warning, he thrusted in again. He maintained a steady rhythm. Harry dug his nails into Draco's back "faster…" he rasped. Draco thrusted faster and faster. Until both of them are moaning as gasping each other's names. "Harry… oh, Harry… you're so tight…" Draco went to the fastest speed he could muster. He hit Harry's prostate dead on. And Harry screamed in pure bliss. Draco angled himself so that he would hit that spot every time he thrusted. A few more times Draco thrusted, and Harry came all over their muscled chests and stomach. I'm coming near Draco thought and after a few more thrusts he soon saw stars explode in front of his eyes. His seeds exploded inside Harry, filling him up. Then, he pulled himself out.

He was so tired that he collapsed right on top of Harry, both of them panting, hot and sweaty. After their breathing was back to normal Draco adjusted himself and snuggled up next to Harry, his head resting in the concave of Harry's neck. His platinum blond hair was so soft that it tickles, but Harry didn't mind. He inhaled the pure scent of Draco. "Draco, why me?" he asked.

"Well…" Damn it. Don't loose you're cool. But… what if Harry doesn't feel the same about me? Oh, but the way he looked at my lips earlier this day…

"Well?"

"Well… I've always liked you, Harry… but, I'm just not sure if you'll feel the same way about me." Draco blushed.

Silence. And after, what seemed like ages, Harry placed his hand on Draco's cheek..

"I love you too, Draco." Harry replied.

"What?"

"I've always liked you too. And now after this… I love you even more. I really do."

"And… I love you too. I hope this relationship isn't just as simple as just this. I hope we could… see more of each other?"

"Yes." Harry bent over and kissed Draco softly on the lips. "and now, I have to go back." They slowly dressed and swiftly cast a cleaning charm. He collected his cloak, map and wand, then slowly walked to the door.

"Wait! Come back over here. Couldn't risk you getting caught by Snape" Draco signalled next to the bed. He picked up his wand, then said, "Alohomora." And the table slipped away and there, appeared a tunnel leading up. "My father paid for some house-elves to create these tunnels. It leads to all four of the common rooms and lots more other places. The one to the right is Gryffindor. Well. You know. Us Slytherins. We spy at people a lot."

Harry nodded and headed into the tunnel. Draco pulled him back and kissed him one last time that evening. He knew it would be at least another long day before they see each other again.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

And Harry disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel.

So, how is it, guys? This is my first one, so please give me some comments!

Ta,

Zinaida : )