A/N v.2: The Purge strikes again! It's funny how what I used to think was a ridiculously short A/N, I now think of as ridiculously long. O.o

There are only 2 more chapters after this one, and then SMMG will be over! :( I'm sad too, I regard this as one of my special babies. Also, this is where it gets M-rated. For all of a couple of paragraphs. No actual lemon, more of a lime-type thing, I guess. I dunno, I'm just paranoid.

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Chapter 4

Harry woke up to find Draco Malfoy staring at him. His first reaction was to let out a short cry ad flinch back. But when he did that, he hit his head on the headboard and yanked it forward again, rubbing at the knot that had formed. He glared balefully at the unrepentant blonde. But he found it hard to be angry with such a beautiful man. A ray of sunlight shone on him, highlighting his every feature. His shirt was almost sinfully tight, hugging his chest, and although Harry couldn't see Draco's pants, he was sure they would've made him drool.

"What the hell, Draco?" he asked to hide his admiration. Draco sighed.

"I woke up here, next to you, about 30 minutes ago. I don't know where we are, or how we got here. I only assume that we're meant to be here for some time. This is like a full house, with a kitchen and den and bathroom and everything. I've already showered, so the bathroom is all yours. I'll go make us some breakfast." Saying this, he got up and walked off.

After a few minutes, Harry got up, too. He stumbled to a door that he assumed led to the bathroom. To his relief, he found he was right. When he finally stumbled into the shower and turned on the water, his thoughts returned to Draco. Unable to stand it any longer, he dropped his hand to his cock and began to move it back and forth. He imagined Draco joining him in the shower, kissing him passionately, slicking up Harry's cock with soap, pressing against the wall, legs spread, open for Harry. And then Harry would enter Draco, and thrust hard, hitting that spot each time, and Draco would scream Harry's name as he came, clenching around Harry's cock and milking Harry's orgasm from him.

Back outside his fantasy, Harry exploded, too fast, too soon, into his hand. "Oh god, Draco," he moaned as he came.

It took two more good wanks for Harry to be fully sated. When he was done, he wuickly cleaned up, turned the water off, reached out for his towel, wrapped it precariously low around his hips, and stepped out.

Straight into the view of Draco.

Draco cast a Warming Charm on the food. What was taking Harry so long? Was he even still awake? Draco went to check.

When he reached the bedroom, there was no one in the bed. So Harry was in the shower, then. Draco ambled to the door and quietly opened it.

Just in time to hear Harry moan wantonly, "Draco, more!"

It wasn't hard to figure out what he was doing.

Draco stayed there, frozen, as Harry finished up his shower, processing this new information. Harry wanted him. Him. Draco Malfoy! Of course, Draco knew Harry was gay, and vice versa. They had come out—kind of—to each other in a broom closet, for Merlin's sake! (Draco paused a second to laugh at the irony of coming out of the closet—in a closet.) But never, not even in his wildest dreams, had Draco imagined that Harry would be gay for him.

The water stopped, pulling Draco out of his thoughts. A tan hand appeared and yanked a towel inside, and Draco shut his mouth with a fairly audible click. He immediately opened the door and shut it behind him, although still rather softly. He turned around, just in time to see Harry step out of the shower.

He looked like a sex god, to put it lightly. The towel was slung low about his hips, a thin trail of hair marking a path from Harry's navel to below the towel. Droplets of water glistened on his tan skin, occasionally riding a few inches lower, gathering more drops as they passed. For some reason, Draco had the unfathomable urge to lick the water off of Harry's skin. His hair was soaked and pressed close to his head for once, though still as messy as if he had been shagged. His eyes had grown wide when he saw Draco, and those full lips had parted slightly, lending an oddly vulnerable look to his face, on that made Draco melt inside.

But as soon as Draco saw the vulnerability, it was gone, replaced with a carefully schooled look of indifference. "How long have you been here?" Harry asked nonchalantly.

"Ah," Draco said, stalling for time so he could gather his wits about him. "Um. Just a few seconds. I was coming to remind you that breakfast was ready, and to see what was taking you so long." He didn't know what had prompted him to lie, but he was glad. He just knew that telling the truth would get him into a load of trouble, and he'd had enough trouble to last him a lifetime.

Harry finally relaxed. He grinned crookedly. "Alright. I'll be out in a bit."

Draco nodded stiffly and left the room. The moment he shut the bedroom door, he collapsed against it and closed his eyes.

What the hell was he going to do?