Disclaimer: I realize I didn't put one up on the last chapter but, I assure you, I'm not making money off of this, nor would I take any if you offered it. A cookie, maybe, money, no. (Just kidding XD)

Authors Note: Chapter twoooooooo. I'm not really sure how long this is gonna

end up being, because I really only ever intended for a one-shot. Either way, reviews are loved, and criticism welcome. (: On with the show!

Dedication: Kate, because your freckles inspire me to write.

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Harry reached inside Draco's pants and found what he was looking for, and was rewarded with another strangled moan from the lips of the boy above him. The smirk on his face could rival Malfoys any day.

"Oh, Draco, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were enjoying this." Harry snickered, running his free hand down one of Draco's thighs scraping his nails lightly through the fabric of the expensive trousers.

"Potter, if you don't do something, I'm going to Avada you, I swear on Merlin's beard." Malfoy breathed out, his voice tight with lust and need.

"Tsk, tsk, darling," Potter drawled, emphasizing the darling part. "I thought all purebloods were supposed to know how to practice patience." And on that last word he took hold of Draco through his boxers, and was met with a whimper very uncharacteristic of the Slytherin.

Harry watched for a moment, as he could see so many emotions drift across Draco's face, there was impatience, lust, anger, and something else he couldn't identify.

"What's a matter, is your Gryffindor prudishness kicking in Potter, or are you gonna give me what I deserve?" The blonde asked, with a hint of snobbery in his voice.

Harrys emerald eyes flashed with anger as he shoved Malfoy by the hips and stood up suddenly. "What did you say, ferret?" He growled, one arm grabbing hold of Draco's shoulder and squeezing so hard it almost hurt.

"I said, get back on your knees, and give me, what I deserve." Malfoy shot back, eyes clouded with desire. "If you do, I'll make sure to pay you back." He added with a sly grin, before crushing his lips onto Harrys.

Harry let out a soft cry, at the surprising turn of events, and was once again disappointed when Draco pulled back.

"Actually, Potter, you seem to wearing far more clothes than I am." He motioned to his torn shirt, and unzipped pants, that were slowly falling off his slender hips. "I think we should remedy this problem, how about you?"

At this, the blonde undid the clasp of Harry's robe and pushed it off his shoulders, and in a swoosh, it hit the floor. He then moved to the simple cotton button down, and one by one loosened it from bottom to top. He made sure he took his sweet time, his smoldering grays never wavering from the sparking green orbs in front of him.

After the shirt was completely unbuttoned, Draco tugged it off of Harrys broad shoulders and tossed it aside, and then shrugged off his own silk garment as well, dropping them both on the floor without another thought. Harry let out a soft sigh as Draco leaned into his body, their skin touching finally. He captured Dracos lips, this time gently exploring the boys mouth. He tasted like pumpkin juice and chocolate frogs. It was an addicting flavor, and Harry was sure he'd never want to be deprived of it again. In the middle of savoring Dracos mouth, he could feel his belt being unbuckled and his pants unzipped.

Harry pulled back from the kiss and panted lightly, "I thought I was supposed to be the one giving you what you deserved." He joked lightly, as he placed his palms on Dracos chest and slid them down to his waist, past his hips and down his thighs as he bent his knees until they were on the cold stone floor. Harry placed a soft peck around Dracos belly button, and made a trail to the top of his silky green – not shocking at all, Harry thought, - boxers. He used his index finger to touch the baby soft hair leading down under the silk fabric, wondering if would lead him right to wear he needed to be.

He heard Draco's breath hitch in his throat as he hooked his two index fingers in the waistband. Pulling the remaining of constricting fabric down, Harry breath caught, awed at the sight laid out in front of him. He felt, more than heard the chuckle from above him.

"Like what you see?" Draco asked, to which Harry could only nod vigorously, his mouth watering at the view.

Draco continued to chuckle, but was cut off by a sound so guttural, he couldn't tell if it was a moan, or a gasp.

Harry had engulfed him in his warm mouth, and was doing things that Draco had only dreamed about until now. The pale boy let his head fall back against the wall, his brow furrowed in deep concentration, not wanting to go over the edge too quickly. His breath was coming out in strangled pants now, and he snaked a hand through the thick dark mane below his waist and lightly pulled on the strands.

Draco could feel the pressure building and knew he was close. His head rocked back and forth as he found release. He let out a string of incoherent obscenities as he slowly came down from the feeling of euphoria. Harry grinned as he made his way back up Dracos beautifully angled face, grazing his jaw line with kisses.

"Merlin's ghost, Potter." The Slytherin managed as her regained the ability to breath normally.

Harry chuckled, "Since I just sucked you off, don't you think you should be calling me 'Harry'?"

Draco opened his eyes slowly, and a grin crept up on his face. "Merlin, Harry, where the hell did you learn that?"

"I'd tell you but, a lad needs to keep some of his secrets, don't you agree?" He replied, running a hand through his tousled hair.

Draco lifted one of his own hands from where it had been previously placed on Harry's waist, and brushed back a stray unruly ebony lock from his forehead. Draco could feel the other boys heartbeat speed up, at the simple touch. He shyly looked up at Harry through his hay colored lashes.

"Malfoy…" Harry began, but was cut off when Draco corrected him.

"I think if I'm calling you Harry, you should probably call me Draco." He spoke softly with a grin.

Harrys chest rumbled with laughter against Draco's own. "I suppose you're right, aren't you?"

Malfoy merely nodded and continued to stare deep into the green eyes of the wizard in front of him, before leaning his forehead against Harry's.

"Harry, I—" He spoke, when suddenly he felt something stabbing him in the small of his back. He reached a hand around and felt the cool metal of the doorknob. He turned around and grabbed it with both hands and turned it, hoping to god it worked.

He was met with a cold breeze from the deserted hallways, and the measly light of the torches that hurt his eyes a bit from being in the dark so long.

"Thank Merlin himself! We can get out now!" Draco exclaimed, his voice full of overwhelming glee. He was so excited fishing around the shadows of the floor searching for his discarded clothes, he nearly missed the flash of disappointment in Harrys eyes.

Nearly.

Draco stopped his scavenge, and cocked his head, looking at Gryffindor. "Harry, what's wrong? The door's open! Do you smell the fresh air? I thought I'd be stuck in there forever, or until at least Filch finally needed a new broom!" He said, trying to lighten the mood, but Harry only heard one sentence clearly enough to know what was going to happen after all of this.

"Oh, you thought you were going to be stuck in there forever? It's always about you, isn't it Malfoy? You're such an arrogant selfish prat!" He spat at the blonde, with as much venom as he could gather.

"Harry… what are you—"

"Don't call me that, you have no right!" And with that Harry gathered his shirt and robe and shoved past the still speechless boy, stalking angrily down the corridor without another word.

Draco was stunned, and racked his brain for any reasonable excuse for the Gryffindors behavior. Had he done something wrong?

He slowly collected his clothes and walked out into the hall, looking around on the floor for his almost forgotten wand. He spotted it, and reached for it. He stopped when he also saw another want next to it.

It must be Harry's. Draco thought. He'll be needing this then wont he? He picked up both wands and sighed, walking slowly back to the dark dungeons to get some sleep before tomorrow came and went.

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