The title is again from The Wall. Thanks for all the reviews and I hope you'll like this chapter.

Chapter 4: Young Lust

Harry was ready to go half-an-hour before the meeting with Draco. He had washed, shaved and after a long deliberation he dressed in a dark jean Hermione had told him made him look delectable and a button down emerald green shirt. He knew he was going crazy; he was dressing for Malfoy for Christ's sake. His conscience tried to nag him several times: What was he doing? What about Ginny? This is a mistake. But then he remembered that kiss in the abandoned conference room. Malfoy's lips were made to be worshiped. They were intoxicating and he was afraid he was already an addict. He had been in a mad fury all day with the whole school talking about Malfoy's weekend. And finally he could take it no longer. It wasn't fair that half the girls in the school had tasted those lips and he hadn't. He was going mad, he knew it, he didn't care.

He was climbing out of the portrait hole when Ginny caught up with him.

"Where are you going?" he would have been mad if the tone of her voice was angry or reproachful but she said that with a calm, gentle and sweet voice and he couldn't be mad at her.

"I'm going to take a walk around the school for a while, I need some air you know." He knew he was a bad liar but it seemed that his determination to get to the Room of Requirement made his voice sound sincere. He almost sighed in relief.

"Want me to come with you?" Still it was that calm voice. And what was worst was that it wasn't even faked. Ginny was so patient, so kind and yet all he could think of was the feel of Malfoy's lips on his.

"That's ok, I kind of need to be alone but I'll talk to you tomorrow." He tried to be as gentle as possible but it was getting late. She looked at him for a long moment and then said:

"All right Harry, we'll talk tomorrow, maybe you could help me with my Defence homework if you're not too busy with your own work." She kissed his cheek tenderly. "By the way, that shirt makes you look very handsome." She smiled brightly and then turned to go to the common room. Harry made sure he used a normal speed to climb out of the portrait hole but the second the portrait swung shut he began to walk very quickly almost running but trying not to get too much attention. He finally got to the seventh floor only five minutes late. The door was already there so Malfoy was surely inside which he was sort of thankful for because he hadn't thought too much on how to decorate the room. A big bed in a middle of a simple room could be a little insulting, especially for someone as refined as the Slytherin Prince. He opened the door carefully and looked inside. His breath caught.

He was in a forest but it wasn't like any forest he'd ever seen before. The trees were huge and their leaves made a delicate ceiling through which fine streaks of moonlight poured like silver on the grass. The tree trunks were a soft shade of grey that was almost white but it didn't look unnatural it this forest, it was magical; they even seemed to glow a little. The grass was dark and thick and looked inviting. Harry wanted to lie on it. There was even a little stream and the water reflected and sparkled with all sorts of lights and Harry was sure that some of them came from below the surface. Even if it was night it was possible to see very clearly, everything seemed to exude a light of its own. He was transfixed for a long moment before he realized something was missing. Where was Malfoy?

He looked around and saw something he hadn't noticed before. No, it hadn't been there before. It was a bed, a bed made of the same magical wood as the trees. It wasn't out of place, in fact it looked like a tree had grown to look like a four-poster bed. The lower part was exactly like a tree trunk with deep roots and all, then it widened and nested the mattress and sheets and the four posters were like branches that went as high as the other trees and added their leaves to the natural ceiling.

Harry's heart was pounding with excitement, if there was a bed, surely Malfoy would be there. Then he realized that the room wouldn't be here if someone wasn't in it.

"Malfoy?" he said looking around but no one answered. "Malfoy, I know you're here, this place is amazing!" He heard a rustle behind him and he turned. There was Malfoy with a small smile on his face. His hair and skin were glowing in the moonlight. His skin! There was so much of it. He was naked! Harry thought his heart was going to give out because it was beating so fast. His ears buzzed and his mouth was dry as he raked his eyes all over that magnificent body stopping for a long time on Draco's erect cock.

"My god…" Harry whispered in his daze. "You're beautiful." He didn't know if Draco could hear him because they were still a few feet away from each other. Draco tilted his head to the side and looked in what seemed innocent curiosity at Harry. Then, apparently satisfied, he lost all innocence so quickly Harry was startled. He grinned and the grin had a dangerous edge to it. He stalked closer to Harry, his manners exuding a predatory intent and an inherent sensuality that seemed almost feline. Harry's breath quickened even more. He was excited. He was stimulated. He was full of adrenaline. He was being challenged. He rose up to the challenge.

He felt his magic surrounding him and expanding in the forest, which was strange since it had never happened before unless he was extremely angered or scarred. He saw Draco's fine almost invisible hairs in his arms stand up and Draco shivered slightly. Harry pounced. He attacked Draco's mouth with his own with such ferocity they fell backwards on the bed that was conveniently right behind Draco. He didn't care. He kissed those lips with passion. Draco's tongue came to invite him in and he took that invitation quickly, owning, even if it was only for a moment, a part of this man. He then proceeded to devour Draco. Sucking and biting he went down the long neck to the shoulders, to the chest marking him thoroughly.

Draco was panting hard, arching his back and moaning. Harry had never heard such perfect moan. He sucked on the pink nipples biting slightly and Draco's hands went to his hair, racking the fingers through it while keeping Harry on place. Harry smiled and continued his task. Draco allowed him enough movement to go to the other nipple and give it the same treatment. As he was beginning to mark Draco's abs he was pulled by the hair and brought back to those lips.

"I'm going to look like a bee hive attacked me." He said with a combination of whining and humour that enchanted Harry, at least until he said: "But I'll be able to hide it with a scarf or something." Harry growled and turning Draco's head to the side he started sucking hard in the point between the jaw, the neck and the ear. He left a big, almost purple mark. Draco glared at him, Harry smiled, Draco shuddered and took his mouth roughly. He began to rub his aching sex against Harry's still clothed thigh, moaning into the kiss.

Draco grabbed his hair again and turned his head slightly to press his lips to Harry's ear. "Take those damned clothes off now" He hissed as if he would kill if someone stood in his way. It was Harry's turn to shudder and with Draco's help he managed to take off his shirt. As soon as the shirt fell to the floor Draco sat up quickly as much as he could and bit down hard on Harry's shoulder. Harry screamed in pain and pleasure.

"Draco!" he cried out very loudly. Draco was apparently finished eating Harry's shoulder and he looked up into Harry's face with a slight sneer on his face. Harry erased the sneer by rubbing his thigh to his cock. Draco moaned but didn't looked away from his face as he said in a husky voice:

"Fuck me Potter, fuck me now."

Harry was about to take out his wand – he had learned all the necessary spell a few weeks ago from a book he had ordered by Hedwig, just for some innocent reading of course – but Draco snatched his hand and brought it to his mouth liking the palm seductively and then pressing a vial into it. Harry looked at it and he recognized it as lube. Yes, it would be more pleasant to prepare Draco manually. He smiled and kissed that amazing mouth deeply. There were hands on his hair again, it seemed Draco had something for his hair, not that he minded. As difficult as it was to concentrate with those intoxicating lips on his own he managed to open the vial and slick his fingers with lube.

He reached down and dipped his middle finger between Draco's arse cheeks feeling the tiny little hole he was supposed to fuck. A strange thought occurred to him, he really didn't want to hurt Draco; he wanted this to be pleasurable for them both. So he reluctantly left his mouth and repeated his earlier path down the beautiful body, liking, biting and kissing and all the while massaging that lovely little hole, feeling it twitch and relax. He stopped for a moment at the bellybutton and dipped his tongue in it repeatedly; imitating what he was planning to do in just a moment. A thin layer of sweat covered Draco's skin and he was moaning, panting a begging while dipping his hands in Harry's hair and scratching desperately the scalp sending waves and waves of pleasure through Harry's body.

Harry stopped for a moment, his head hovering just an inch from the tip of Draco's proud cock and looked up to see that Draco was looking at him through heavy lidded eyes, breathing hard, that was very probably the moment he fell in love with Draco. Harry had for a second full access to the depths of Draco's soul, he could see all the conflicting emotions, all the excuses by witch Draco lived, all the pride, the selfishness but also something softer and more vulnerable, something like innocence but it wasn't exactly it. As Harry dived to take Draco's cock in his mouth he was assaulted by the strangest feeling of protectiveness towards the blond and he couldn't really understand it and as quickly as the epiphany had come it left him, leaving only the love behind it, but taking all understanding.

He did his best to pleasure Draco with his mouth, relaxing his throat as much as he could but he couldn't take him very far though apparently Draco wasn't too bothered by that fact, or at least not that Harry could tell from his wanton moans. He plunged his finger into Draco's hot and silky insides and Draco started impaling himself.

When three fingers were already being pulled in and out of Draco's arse – like some sort of battle of wills, Draco pulled them in, Harry pulled them out – Draco pulled Harry one more time so he was within his mouth reach. Harry had to take his fingers out completely to obey Draco's whim. The blond whined pitifully as he enveloped Harry's neck with his arms tightly and his waist with his legs, so tightly that Harry fell forward and his whole body weight was on Draco.

"Now, please do it now…" pleaded Draco while biting Harry's ear lobe. He released Harry from his death-grip enough so he could reach between them and with one firm hand he guided Harry's cock to his hole. His other arm was still holding Harry's neck, his fingernails dove deep in his shoulder and he was biting harshly at his pulse point. Harry had never been so aware of so many different parts of his body at the same time. The tight heat that enveloped him was overwhelming but so was Draco's strength and passion and the pain in his shoulder and neck only made the pleasure heightened.

"Ugnnn… you're so tight… you feel so good!" he gasped in Draco's ear. Draco finally released his abused neck and started nibbling his jaw while rocking his hips and moaning. "Harder, Potter, faster… damn it! I don't… know… just MORE!" Harry obliged gladly burying himself as far as he could in that welcoming heat. Suddenly Draco cried out and he actually clawed Harry's shoulder before he reached with both hands to the edge of the bed and held on for dear life. Harry felt drops of blood and sweat dripping down his arms as he used them to maintain balance and leverage to pound into Draco mercilessly. All that existed in his world were Draco's loud screams, his body and the all-encompassing pleasure.

He took one of Draco's legs and used it to turn Draco on his side with that leg on Harry's shoulder. The new position allowed an even deeper penetration and Draco's cries became almost desperate as he clawed the sheets. His back was contorted with his hips perpendicular to the bed and his chest, head and shoulders buried into the mattress, his arms were reaching out in front of him as if he wanted to get away even if Harry knew that was probably the last thought in his mind. Harry loved that back, the muscles stood out in their weird position and he couldn't help himself caressing them. He knew he was repeating Draco's name and telling him how beautiful he was and how much he loved to be inside him but he couldn't manage to care.

He changed the position again because he wanted to know Draco in all his ways. He turned Draco completely so he was on all fours in front of him. He felt a sort of animalistic glee as they moved in this position; it was so primal, so needed, so violent, it was perfect. He bent down and kissed Draco's back and neck and shoulders, just enjoying the flavour and the simplicity his life had in that moment. He wanted to be there doing exactly what he was doing and nowhere else in the whole world. But he was now close, so close to end it. He reached to fist Draco's cock and squeezed. Draco, who had been moaning and cursing and begging and panting and trying to form coherent words finally gave it all up and cried out "POTTER" as he came explosively. The world went white as Harry's cock was squeezed with the strength of Draco's orgasm. He bit down on Draco's shoulder and came and came and came. It was pure, unadulterated nirvana.

He collapsed on top of Draco who was therefore pushed flat against the mattress with his arms wide as if crucified. He didn't complain however, so Harry didn't move. He released the flesh between his teeth and liked the blood away. He buried his nose in Draco's silky hair, inhaling the scent and inscribing it on his memory for future hours of pleasure.

He was dozing off when the heard Draco's muffled voice say:

"Hey, don't fall asleep up there."

He reluctantly rolled away, falling out of Draco with wet pop. Draco moaned a little.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked in concern, had he been too enthusiastic? Had he hurt Draco? He would never forgive himself if he had. Draco turned on his side so he was facing Harry and his eyes were wide in disbelief.

"All right?" he repeated as if the words were ludicrous. He started laughing a little maniacally and then it seemed he couldn't stop. He laughed and laughed and even if Harry was a little worried about his sanity he felt his lips twitch with amusement and soon he was chuckling himself.

After a long time Draco's laughter died away and he cupped Harry's jaw, locking their eyes in a meaningful stare.

"I am a lot more than all right, I'm great! That was… absolutely amazing." He was smiling and shaking his head in disbelief. That comment filled Harry with much more pride that it should have. "Who would have thought…" Draco continued but Harry had heard enough, his heart would burst if Draco continued. He kissed him softly and lazily. They kissed a long time, just enjoying the way their tongues mingled. When they broke apart Harry looked into the grey eyes and was once again surprised by the pure beauty of them.

"You're gorgeous… so gorgeous" he murmured and Draco hummed in what seemed agreement and contentment. Harry smiled, gorgeous and vain it seems but it was more endearing than enraging. He pulled Draco into his arms, happy when he noticed the other man didn't protest and fell asleep as Harry kissed repeatedly the point he had marked so thoroughly before. Harry himself fell asleep not long after that.

When Harry woke up the next morning, Draco wasn't there. The bed was cold. He cast a Tempus charm and realised he only had fifteen minutes to get to breakfast or he would have to wait to get something to eat until lunch. Just as he thought about it a door appeared from nowhere leading to a big bathroom with a change of clothes. He washed and dressed quickly and went to the Great Hall. His eyes instantly fell on Draco who was talking to that Pansy bitch. As if drawn by Harry's stare Draco looked up into his eyes and smirked at Harry but it wasn't the usual smirk at all, his eyes were warm and with a hint of lust as he traced Harry's body from head to toes and back up. Harry flushed and he smiled weekly back. Draco went back to talking to Pansy and Harry went to sit with his friends with a silly grin from ear to ear.

He didn't talk to Draco the whole day but he was still happy when he went to bed. Hermione had been sending him suspicious looks but his happiness was contagious and she didn't press the matter. His happiness was drown only the morning after when he saw Draco with a Ravenclaw girl and clearly flirting. He was smiling to her and looking like he wanted nothing more than to take her to bed. Harry's blood was boiling but he didn't interrupt, he wanted to see where it would lead.

"What's wrong Harry?" asked Hermione softly from his side.

"Nothing."

Draco stood up with his usual dancer's swirl, saying a few last words to the stupid girl and she smiled happily and nodded excitedly. It looked like they had a date later. Harry couldn't take it anymore and he left his untouched breakfast to follow Draco. He found him standing against the door of the abandoned conference room with a satisfied grin in his face.

"What were you doing?" Asked Harry trying to calm his temper. Draco tilted his head in an imitation of the innocence he had shown two days before.

"I was setting up a date with that cute girl you snatched me away from yesterday." He answered conversationally. Harry's heart was aching and he took a step back.

"Why?" Draco's smile vanished and he walked to stand with his face a few inches from Harry's.

"Because I wanted to." He whispered. Harry closed his eyes. What was he expecting? That Draco stopped everything because of him? No, he was just another fuck, that was all. His heart broke and he could swear he heard it crack.

"Right, I'm sorry… I wont bother you again." He tried to turn but Draco caught his arm and pulled him to the conference room. Harry still had his eyes closed but he was sure that's where they were when he heard the heavy door close. His eyes snatched open when he felt soft fingers massaging his scalp and tugging his hair. Draco's face was kind and warm but Harry could now see it was generic.

"Your jealousy is immensely flattering and I would very much like to repeat what we did the other night because it was really amazing." He stated. His closeness was doing things to Harry's body that were impossible in normal conditions. Harry breathed his scent and loved it still. "But you don't own me, nobody does."

Harry wanted to cry and scream but he realized that the only way he could have access to this man was accepting that he had to be shared. Anyway, what had Harry ever done to deserve even a little piece of this wonderful, beautiful god? It was really too greedy to want it all for himself. He sighed, slipped his arms around Draco's waist and buried his face in the crook of his neck.

"All right" he whispered and signed his deal with the devil.