Harry found it very hard to get out of bed the following day. Painful memories were stuck on his head and he kept his eyes on the floor when he, Ron and Hermione entered the Great hall, avoiding eye contact with everyone. He was ashamed of last night and dreaded for the potions lesson after lunch when he would have to be in the same room as Malfoy. Luckily Ron and Hermione was busy discussing the latest torturing news in the Daily Prophet over the jam and didn't notice Harry's lack of mental presence. Apparently something chocking had happened since Hermione realized far too late that Herbology was about to begin and they had to ran to the greenhouses.

Harry was utterly nervous when he stepped into the potions classroom. He took place next to Ron and Hermione at their usual table at the far back. For the first time he wished that he hadn't found the half-blood prince's potions book, then he wouldn't have been Slughorn's attention. Just the thought of getting attention made him want to throw up.

He didn't have to worry though, because Malfoy didn't show. Harry wondered if he was hiding for the same reasons as himself. For the hundredth time that morning Harry wished that last night only had been a dream.

"Harry… Harry!"

Harry jerked, looking up. Slughorn was standing beside him, his forehead full of wrinkles.

"Are you alright Potter? You look very pale."

"Ye… no." said Harry, shaking his head fiercely. "I feel dizzy. I probably should go visit the hospital wing."

"Good thinking m'boy", said Slughorn, stroking his wild moustache. "Run along."

Harry eagerly escaped from the class without looking at Ron or Hermione. He stepped out from the room and took two steps into the shadows of the dungeons, trying to focus. He couldn't think of anything that Malfoy's warm lips. He decided to return to his dormitory and dwell in thoughts.

He'd only taken a few steps when he heard a sharp voice calling "Expelliarmus!" and he felt his wand rip out from his hand. Taken aback, he turned around and saw with great horror that Draco Malfoy himself was standing beside him, pointing both Harry's wand and his own at him.

"Not a word, Potter", he warned. "Follow me."

Harry followed Malfoy on very shaky legs into a room that looked like a storage room. A lot of extra classroom chairs and desks were pinned up against the walls and in one corner stood an old, scruffy sofa. Malfoy secured the room with various protecting charms and Harry became sickly nervous. The situation was no the reverse from last night and he didn't like it a bit.

"What do you want?" he said in a small voice.

"To talk", answered Malfoy. "About last night."

"Nothing happened", said Harry real fast.

"Yes it did. I didn't know you felt that way about me and know that I do… I can't let you run away. I must have you."

"You must what!?" Harry asked in panic.

"You heard me."

Malfoy grabbed Harry's shoulders and made him sit down on the sofa. It was too fast for Harry to even react, and suddenly Malfoy was sitting astride him. Harry felt his body becoming numb even though his brain warned for danger.

"What are you doing!?" he bellowed.

"Wanting you."

Malfoy leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. Harry felt an instant feeling of happiness, he wasn't quite sure if the thought of how forbidden their actions were egged him on or just because he felt wanted – someone cared for him, wanted him. That that someone was Malfoy definitely egged him on.

"Do you like this?" Malfoy asked and planted kisses over Harry's jaw line. Harry was sure Malfoy could hear his heart hammer in his chest, all he managed to do was nod insignificantly.

"Good", Malfoy chuckled. "Because I have a lot more coming."

Although Harry felt like he couldn't think clearly he automatically parted his lips when Malfoy kissed him again. He melted inside and closed his eyes when Malfoy's tongue found its way through his mouth and snogged him. He tentatively put his hands on Malfoy's back and his arch enemy responded by kissing him more passionately. He sneaked his hands underneath Harry's sweater and began caressing his chest. Harry felt his member jolt.

"Harry…" Malfoy whispered.

Suddenly it felt like a spell was broken, just like that. Harry had never thought he'd ever hear Malfoy calling him anything other than his usual "Potter". Harry broke the kiss then, on impulse he pulled off his sweater and tugged on Malfoy's who quickly and surprised mirrored his actions. He pulled Harry up to a standing position and continued to kiss him, greedily. There was no need to be gently any more, both boys pressed themselves against the other, being as close as they could possibly get.

Malfoy stroke his bare chest and placed Harry's hands behind his neck. Harry felt how the strength in his legs ebbed away as Malfoy's hand travelled down to Harry's trousers. His hands were eager, it fumbled, and afraid of losing his mind Harry took a firm grip of his trousers and pulled them down. Perhaps they got ripped apart but he found himself not caring a bit.

"Take it easy", Malfoy chuckled, catching his breath from the heavy snogging and bit on Harry's earlobe. He quickly reached for his belt and just a second later both his and Harry's clothes fell to the floor. Malfoy pushed Harry backwards so he leaned against one of the wooden desks. His first thought was how painful it must be to get splinters in his bum, however, when Malfoy – Draco, Harry corrected to himself – kissed him almost fiercely all worries went away. His lips slowly traced down Harry's neck, the tip of his tongue took a turn over his nipple and Draco sucked and rolled it between his teeth. Harry moaned when Draco's mouth reached his boxers, Draco gripped them and slowly pulled them down.

Harry felt cool fingertips running along the insides of his thighs. His heart pounded in his chest as Draco slowly came closer and closer to Harry's rock hard, blood-filled cock. Harry moaned in pleasured pain until the other one finally wrapped his warm lips around Harry and twisted his tongue over the head of his cock. Harry felt how his legs hardly held him up but there was nothing in the world that wanted him to stop Draco's treatment. Draco took his precious part in all the way and he started to fuck his mouth, in and out, fast and slow. It was an incredible feeling and Harry panted of the intensity. Suddenly he could feel Draco's other hand sneaking up his thighs again and this time it headed for Harry's balls, his sensitive spot. Harry felt a squeeze and he should have come if it wasn't for the fact that Draco pulled away both his hand and his head. Harry stared wildly at the blonde one, a thousand thoughts running through his head. Draco must've realized was he was doing, just as Harry did the other night when chock filled his body. Perhaps Draco regretted it all and felt disgusted. Harry's heart sank, he felt like a bastard.

Harry screamed out loud when Draco suddenly grabbed him and turned him around so he faced the desk. Draco had a cheeky smile on his face when took some precome on his hand from Harry's flooding cock and drowned his own, huge, dick with it. He rubbed it against Harry's asshole and Harry felt like he was about to lose it.

"I want to come inside of you" Draco whispered in his ear from behind and teasingly rubbed his dick around Harry's asshole. "I want to fuck you so bad."

"Draco", Harry moaned as he swept away in his sensations. He had never felt this aroused and greedy in his whole life. "Come inside of me, and fuck me deep."

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