DPOV
Draco walked back to his common room with the biggest smile on his face. He finally had the famous Harry Potter as his own. He wondered what he would do with him now. He nearly moaned aloud as he remembered that explosive kiss they'd shared. He'd never been so turned on in his life. Which meant that he would have to find a place that he and Harry could be alone, and soon. He shifted uncomfortably, glad that his heavy school robes covered up his indiscretion…
He grinned as he recalled a place that he could be alone with Harry that would be absolutely perfect, and he knew exactly when he wanted them to be alone. Right after the next Quidditch match against Gryffindor, when Harry would be worn out and sweaty and easy for the taking…
HPOV
Harry couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just sold his soul to Satan. He flopped down on his four-poster bed, wondering what the hell he was going to so. He was Malfoy's boyfriend. Why? He hated Malfoy with all of his being. How could he have even agreed to this? Was having everyone know he was gay such a bad thing? And what about Derrick? Malfoy was sure to make him break up with him.
For a long moment he lay completely still, until Ron came in followed by Hermione. "Hey Harry! Where have you been? Seamus and Dean scored some fire whiskey and are passing it around in the common room," Ron said. Hermione giggled, and Harry saw that she was completely soused. Harry sat up.
Getting drunk out of his mind seemed like a perfect idea right now.
DPOV
It had been two weeks since Draco had blackmailed Harry, and he was anticipating the game between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, when he could get Harry on his own. He sat alone in the stands and watched the game through Omnoculars, his eyes trained on the way Harry's muscles moved under his uniform. His groin tightened as he imagined taking Harry out of that uniform.
When the game was over, Gryffindor 260 to 130, Draco left the stands and stood in the shadows outside the dressing room and waited for Harry. Before Harry entered, Draco tapped him on the shoulder.
"Meet me in the sixth floor corridor," he whispered before slipping off. He walked quickly to his destination, and waited for Harry. When he arrived, still in his uniform and a nervous look on his face, Draco smiled and walked in front of a stretch of wall three times. He smiled wider as Harry gasped when a door appeared.
"Come on," Draco said, tugging Harry in through the door, into the room outfitted with an enormous four-poster bed with black and purple hangings and sheets. He smirked at the look on Harry's face and pulled him in for a long-anticipated kiss.
HPOV
Harry was nervous when Draco told him to meet him in the sixth floor corridor, and very suspicious of Draco's intentions. His suspicions were confirmed when Draco led him into a room with a huge bed, and then dragged him into a kiss. He kept completely still, determined not to respond to Draco at all. Draco made a low growling noise in his throat, then did something Harry wasn't prepared for. He bit Harry on the neck, sending a zing of hot desire straight to his groin. Harry gasped, and then he wasn't still anymore. He wrapped his arms around Draco and pressed himself against him, demanding Draco's hot tongue and hands.
Harry tugged at Draco's robe, gently at first, then with more vigor until it loosened. He gasped at Draco threw him on the bed and stalked toward him, a fierce look of hunger on his face that made Harry just the slightest bit scared. Draco tore off his own robe, standing only in his pants in front of Harry, then proceeded to undress Harry, peeling off his Quidditch uniform slowly, his hands lingering and stroking. Harry was reduced to a panting, molten puddle of want by the time Draco had him down to his underwear.
Harry, spurred on by his need, grabbed Draco's waistband and nearly ripped his pants in his rush to see his pale lover naked. Draco chuckled at Harry's eagerness and obliged him by stepping out of his pants. Harry's mouth went dry at the sight of Draco naked and fully erect in front of him. Draco locked eyes with him as he removed Harry's underwear, leaning over him to kiss a hot line down Harry's chest. Harry moaned as Draco kissed and nibbled his way lower and lower, getting closer to the place Harry wanted him most.
Harry nearly screamed at Draco's mouth closed around him, hot and wet. He bit his lip to keep from screaming as Draco licked and sucked his hard shaft.
"Draco," Harry moaned. "Please…"
"Please what?" Draco murmured against him, seemingly unaffected by the gut-wrenching need that Harry was consumed by.
"Please, ah, t-take me!" he moaned, clutching the sheets with a death grip. Draco chuckled again, a low, throaty sound, and moved up Harry's body, apparently bent on driving Harry insane. He flipped Harry over, running his hands up and down Harry's sides and back. When Draco entered Harry, he did scream, his voice harsh with need.
Harry pushed back against Draco, moaning as he slid in and out, slowly at first, then faster as Harry egged him on. "Deeper, please, ah!" Draco pounded into Harry with reckless abandon, thrusting harder and deeper at Harry's pleads. Harry let out a high-pitched scream when he came, white liquid sputtering all over the pristine purple sheets. He groaned as Draco stiffened behind him, a growling moan escaping his throat, and felt a warmth spreading in his gut.
They collapsed, entwined, on the sheets, panting and exhausted. Harry was sleepy, and the bed was comfortable. He wouldn't mind taking a little nap. Draco seemed to be thinking the same thing as he wrapped his arms around Harry and nuzzled his neck. Harry closed his eyes and sighed. He was strangely comfortable in his enemy's arms. In the back of his sex-hazed mind, this disturbed him, but he quickly fell asleep.