A/N: I know there are readers out there! Quit lurking and leave a review, you rogues. I'm extending it to a three-shot. I'm not using it as leverage to get reviews, but reviews would probably fuel the fire for the rest of this puppy to get written. Anyway, read on and enjoy the deliciousness that is Draco and Harry. (insert disclaimer here, because I didn't have one on the first chapter)

Without pausing to think, he filled the gap between them and pressed his lips against Draco's, tilting his head to allow for a better fit. He closed his eyes just as Draco's eyes fluttered once and opened.

At first, Draco didn't fully realize he was awake. This latest vision of Potter was the most vivid, certainly, but there was no possible way this was real... Was there? Almost as soon as Draco opened his eyes, Harry noticed. He ripped his mouth away and stared at him guiltily. He looks indecently attractive guilty, Draco thought sleepily. He's been naughty, the brute. Then the realization hit that this wasn't a dream. He sat up slowly, still gathering his thoughts. The silence between them stretched mind-numbingly, until--

"What are you doing here, Potter?" he whispered, intending to sound scathing and outraged. His voice cracked instead. Fuck.

Harry just looked at him and swallowed slowly. Draco's eyes were drawn to his Adam's apple. He watched it bob, and was suddenly overcome with the desire to suck on it. He wondered what it would taste like, and what sounds Harry would make if he were to bite right where his neck met his shoulder. He was so absorbed that he hardly noticed when Harry visibly made up his mind and pushed his cloak off the bed. He leaned in towards Draco, his lips barely not touching his.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up, of course," he murmured, never taking his bottle-green eyes off Draco's grey ones.

Draco gulped. "What... What do you mean?" His mouth was dry. Having Harry this close to him was making his brain spark and crackle. It didn't seem to be functioning properly in the slightest.

"I mean," said Harry, shifting his position,"that I've," sliding his leg over Draco's waist, "been waiting," oh, gods, thought Draco, he's actually straddling me, "for you," Harry placed his hands over either side of Draco, holding himself up over him, "to wake up." He leaned his head closer and ran his tongue along his lip slowly, mesmerizing him. Draco's cock twitched. Horrified, he could tell that Harry noticed it by the wicked smile that stole across his face. He gulped again.

This just wasn't fair. First Potter won't let him sleep, and then when he finally can sleep Potter invades his dreams and appears at every turn, and now he's slipping seamlessly from dreams to reality, and Draco didn't seem to be able to do anything but gulp about it.

"I can't imagine any reason why you would be wa-- ah, waiting for me to wake up, Potter," he said softly, his voice still not working properly. "I should hex you right now and be done with it."

Harry only grinned. "Oh?" he whispered, moving even closer. Draco instinctively pulled away, but his head met with the backboard, and he winced with the pain. Harry's hand crept to the back of his head. "Are you okay? That sounded like it hurt," he murmured, touching the tender spot underneath his pale blonde hair. Draco shrugged, his eyes still on Harry's green ones. Harry ran his fingers through his hair, pulling lightly. Oh, thought Draco. Potter would like it like that.

Without warning, Harry grasped his hair more tightly, pulling his head back and exposing his neck. Harry brought his lips tantalizingly close, just skimming the surface of Draco's skin. Draco swallowed nervously, and Harry smiled. Then he began to speak, still barely grazing his neck with his lips.

"I think you and I both know why I'm here, Draco," he said. The sound of his voice sent shivers down Draco's spine; his nipples hardened instantaneously. "For weeks now, I've been feeling something," he paused to kiss his neck, taking Draco by surprise. His cock responded, now pushing into Harry's inner thigh hesitantly. Harry continued. "I've been feeling something for someone that I personally never would have expected. And though I tried to ignore it, the feeling grew." Draco's breath hitched in his throat. Harry stayed silent.

"An... And?" Draco croaked after it became apparent he was waiting for a reply. "What does this have to do with me?"

Harry chuckled softly. "Such perfectly feigned innocence. Too bad I know you better. I know you know exactly what it has to do with you. And I know I'm not the only one who feels it. I see the way you look at me, Malfoy. In the locker room after Quidditch practice. In the hallways when you think no one's looking. I can sometimes feel," hard teeth met soft flesh; Draco's eyes shut, "your eyes burning into the back of my head. And it drives me crazy." He licked his neck experimentally.

Draco thought fleetingly of denying it, but at this point, with the way his cock was driving into Harry's leg, or with the way he shuddered when that cursed tongue touched his throat, he knew there was nothing he could do or say to dissuade him. But he also didn't think Harry was the only one who needed dissuading here.

In truth, Harry had no idea that Draco felt that way towards him at all. He was just pulling all of this stuff out of his arse. True, there had been a couple times where he had caught Draco looking at him, but he thought he had simply imagined it. But at last, he knew the truth. How could he not? Draco's thin sheets did nothing to hide his erection, and Harry liked it that way.

Still holding Draco's head back, he slowly kissed his neck, starting from underneath his chin and working down. When he reached the hollow at the base of his throat, he opened his mouth and kissed it, letting his tongue flick out and taste him. Draco shuddered. His breathing got heavier. He bit his collarbone, and Draco bit back a moan. The sound drove Harry crazy. Lifting his head up, he released Draco's hair and kissed him.

There was a moment's hesitation, and Harry almost panicked and wildly wondered if he had gone too far. Then, Draco was kissing him back and there was no way he could ever stop. Their mouths opened to give entrance to each other's tongues, and each kissed the other like he was all he'd ever need. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and smoothly rolled on top of him. Four hands fumbled with Harry's shirt, and their lips only parted to let it pass over his head.

Harry fought for control, trying to roll on top of Draco. Draco would have none of it. Although he was daintier than Harry (Harry grinned at the word, but it fit Draco like a custom-made Italian suit,) he had a well of strength gathered from playing Quidditch all his life. He held Harry's wrists down while straddling him, still kissing him fiercely. Then, he withdrew. Harry strained to keep his lips touching his, but Draco was holding his arms down in such a way that he could only lift his head up a few inches. Draco held his lips torturously close, just out of reach.

Harry growled in frustration, earning a delighted grin from Draco. He leaned in close to Harry's ear, his breath hot and sending shivers down his spine. "I drive you crazy? What about you? Strutting around the castle with your hair always mussed up, your school tie hanging loose about your neck-- you were asking for this all along. You're just an arrogant, dirty git who needs to be taught a lesson." He felt Harry shiver at his words, and his cock hardened even further. "And now-- I can finally teach you one."

Draco slid off Harry so quickly that Harry's head spun. He closed his eyes in an effort to control himself. When had the tables turned? It took all his self-discipline to not whip his cock out of his pants and wank himself into oblivion. In his concentration he didn't notice that Draco had returned to the bed, holding something in his hands. Draco grabbed Harry's hand and twisted it upward, sliding something around his wrist. "What are you doing?" said Harry, his eyes still closed. He could feel the silky material around his wrist, and swallowed. Please, don't let this be what I think it is.

"I told you I was going to teach you a lesson." He grabbed Harry's other hand and slide a second something around his wrist. "You didn't really think I intended to do it without anything to help me, did you, Potter?"

Harry looked up and saw that his wrists were indeed tied to the bedposts of Draco's bed with two Slytherin school ties. He shivered at the sight. Experimentally, he pulled on them. They tightened further.

"What is this?" he asked Draco, his heart fluttering nervously. He was beginning to have the first shadow of second thoughts.

"Punishment, Potter," he replied, climbing on top of him. He pulled Harry's trousers down slowly, torturously slowly. Harry gulped. He'd never been the passive one, although he ought to have known Draco would want to take control. His trousers were pulled almost low enough to expose Harry, hard and throbbing, as it were. Almost. But not quite.

Suddenly, Draco's mouth was on his again. Harry's doubts fled as he took every opportunity to probe his wicked mouth, tasting the dark taste of Slytherin and wondering if he'd ever forget it. Draco pulled away again, licking his lips slowly. Harry stared at them, transfixed. Draco's eyes were dark with lust, the grey of them looking black in the moonlight. Harry strained to taste his lips again, suddenly annoyed at their absence. Draco held his chest down so as to control him better.

"Tsk, tsk, Potter. We can't let you have any amount of freedom. That's just counterproductive, you know." His forearm was positioned across Harry's chest, his wrist and elbow touching the front of his shoulders, applying just enough pressure to make Harry breathless. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, and he blew it off his forehead slowly.

Harry grinned, emerald eyes dark. "I'm usually the one in control, Malfoy," he said, still grinning lopsidedly. Draco smiled sweetly; a real rarity. "I know. That's why this time will be better than all the rest."

It'd be better than all the rest simply because it's you, Harry thought. He kept his mouth shut.

Draco kissed him again, opening his mouth slowly and inviting Harry in. Harry groaned and shut his eyes, fervently willing his cock to behave. Draco smiled into the kiss and moved his arm off of Harry's chest. Harry pulled on his bonds again, feeling the silky green ties tighten further around his wrists. He groaned again. Suddenly, Draco pulled Harry's trousers off and, just as smoothly, pulled Harry's boxers down. Harry shuddered as the cold air hit his cock. Draco smiled again.

In his smile, Harry suddenly saw the reality of what they were doing. He was tied up in the bed of his worst enemy, the son of a close supporter of the wizard who killed his parents, and who, at this very moment, was probably plotting a way to kill him-- He was tied up in Draco Malfoy's bed, harder than he'd ever been in his life, about to embark on a journey that, in all honesty, was fucking frightening. It was like he was balancing on a dizzying precipice, and Malfoy was standing next to him, grabbing his hand as he leapt off the safety of ground and into the air.

Studying his face, Draco spoke, a malicious smirk customarily in place on his gorgeous pointed face.

"Scared, Potter?"

Harry only paused for a moment.

"You wish."