A/N: Thank you for the reviews, everyone! I got very positive feedback on my question at the bottom of chapter three. I've decided that Sub!Harry is just too hot to pass up at the moment, but I did get an interesting comment from .Lover about Harry potentially 'Dom'ing the Dom. Man, I don't know about you but I may try that sometime, although the tone of this story isn't right, so that will probably be in another one. So the tentative plan is to keep things the way they are, with some potential for Harry being on top, yet still remaining submissive…..food for thought, give me your comments on that idea.

Warnings: This is my last chapter posting warnings, because all of you know by now the content of this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Harry made his way down to the dungeons, hurrying because he was late. You couldn't blame him, really. He had laid there in the bathroom for a long time, coming down from his high. That stint with the phantom hands… Harry shuddered. Hot damn, that his been fucking amazing.

He burst into the potions room, causing a vicious glare from Snape, who was in the middle of a lecture.

"Detention, Mr. Potter, for your tardiness. Eight o' clock, my office. Please take a seat next to Mr. Malfoy." Snape's eyes returned to the board, where potions instructions were scrawled in his short, masculine hand. Harry's eyes met Draco's, who was grinning. Draco had the table farthest back, in the darkest corner of the Potion's classroom. Harry shuddered as previous memories overtook him, but he made his way between the partners and plopped down in the chair next to Malfoy.

"Looks like we'll be detention buddies, Hero." Harry's eyes widened. "I can see that you are surprised. As Snape's favorite student, I run the detentions." Harry shivered at the thought. Two hours alone with Malfoy.

"Begin." Snape said scathingly from the front of the classroom. He disappeared into his joint office in the next room and shut the door. The student's began to gather up the ingredients listed on the board quickly, the silence lessening slightly.

"Why don't you go get the ingredients, Hero, and I'll prepare the cauldron." As Harry began to head to the ingredients cupboard, Draco stopped him, his hand at Harry's shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, Hero? We're partners for the rest of the semester."

Harry's knees almost collapsed as he stumbled his was to the cupboard, a stunned expression on his face.

Why had it taken him so long to find out that Malfoy had what he needed? Harry thought as he gathered his ingredients. Draco was so demanding. Harry liked demanding.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asked to his left. Harry nodded, not trusting his mouth to speak. "Because you left breakfast this morning, and then you were late, and I was just wondering….Are you feeling well?"

Hermione's concern for him was touching, and Harry's eyes softened as he looked at her. The concern for him was plain on her face, and Harry idly wished he could tell her. But Hermione wouldn't understand, couldn't understand. Even if she got over the fact that Harry like to be controlled, there was no way she'd ever be okay with Malfoy being the one in control.

Harry sighed. "Yeah, I'm fine, Hermione. Don't worry about it. I just didn't feel well, so I went to the bathroom to wait it out. I'm much better now." Harry gave her his winning Quidditch smile and Hermione returned it, seemingly satisfied. She left the Potions cupboard, leaving Harry alone to gather the materials.

Harry made his way back to the table in the corner, noticing Draco's expression with puzzlement. He set the things down on the tabletop gingerly, and met Draco's eyes with a quizzical expression.

"What?" He asked.

"What were you doing in there with that Granger girl, Hero?" Harry looked at him. Was that jealousy he had heard?

"Nothing. I just told her I was fine, because she asked if I was feeling okay after that stint at breakfast." Harry looked at Draco meaningfully as he said the last bit. Draco's eyes dilated as he whispered in Harry's ear.

"And were you feeling okay, Hero?" Harry shivered. Yes, this was exactly why Malfoy was the one who Harry wanted. No one could beat the sheer dominance in his voice, present even when he whispered.

"Much better than okay." He panted.

"Such a wanton slut, moaning on the bathroom floor. Was the dildo enough, Hero? Or did you wish that it was my cock instead?" Draco pulled Harry behind the table and sat him down next to him in the chair, their lower bodies covered by the cloth-covered desk. No one around them was paying any attention to them, their minds intent on making the potion before Snape came out of his office door again.

"Yes." Harry whispered.

"Yes what, Hero?" Draco's hand traveled down Harry's side, his nails scratching him on his way down. Harry fidgeted.

"Yes I wished that it was your cock inside me." Harry's last word broke out into a low moan as Draco's hands ghosted over Harry's trousers, squeezing him slightly. Harry gazed at Draco. "N-not here." He said jerkily, looking at the board pointedly. They still needed to make the potion, regardless of the fact that Harry was already beyond rational thought.

"Don't worry about it, Hero." Draco removed his hands, causing Harry to whimper at the loss. Draco whispered something under his breath, and the cauldron magically filled up with a clear-looking liquid. "I already had some brewed." The potion that they had been required to make was Veritaserum, and Draco had made it before, and had a stash of it on command.

"Now, back to earlier. While you were having your lovely time in the bathroom, I was in sorry need of some relief. How selfish of you, Hero, to leave me so unattended." Harry looked down at Draco's trousers, which were straining against his bulge. Harry licked his lips.

"Can I fix that for you?" Harry whispered roughly. He wanted that cock in his mouth. He wanted to taste it.

"Yes, Hero, you may. Get down on your knees under the table."

Harry did asked Draco commanded, the floor length table cloth hiding him from view.

"Won't the others wonder where I am?" Harry asked, his eyes never once leaving the enormous bulge in Draco's pants.

"There's a Notice Me Not charm on this corner of the room. As long as we don't draw attention to ourselves, no one will even bother to look. So I guess that means you'll have to be quiet, Hero. No screaming this time." Harry nodded vigorously. He reached out, but faltered, his eyes asking Draco for permission. Draco nodded, and Harry caressed the bulge. Draco's breathing hitched slightly and he motioned for Harry to get on with it.

Harry unbuttoned his trousers quickly, reaching in and freeing Draco's erection from his pants. Draco hissed at the contact. Harry lowered his mouth to the boxer-clad erection, sucking at the precum stain at the tip. Draco's erection twitched, and he bucked his hips.

Harry closed his eyes in pleasure. He loved the taste of Draco's cock.

"Hurry up, Hero." Draco hissed.

Harry hurriedly got rid of the boxers, and stared in awe at the mouthwatering sight before him. It was just as big as he remembered. Harry's inner muscles clenched at the memory of that very cock deep inside him. Harry let out a moan.

"Come on, my little slut. I know that you love looking at it but if that's all you're going to do then I'm going to forcibly rectify that." Harry swallowed convulsively. He wanted Draco to punish him.

Harry lowered his mouth to Draco's cock and licked at the slit. Draco hissed and thrust his hips lightly. Harry took that as an invitation and slid the cock in as far as it could go, scraping his teeth lightly. Draco let out a low, guttural moan. Harry's cock hardened painfully at the sound. He began to bob his head up and down, his hands reaching up to cup Draco's balls. Draco twisted his fingers in Harry's hair painfully and Harry moaned at the sensation, vibrating Draco's cock.

"God, do that again, slut." Harry moaned again, loving it when Draco talked dirty to him. Draco began to move Harry's head for him, bucking it back and forth.

Harry scraped Draco's balls lightly with his fingernails, and Draco responded by thrusting down Harry's throat all the way to the hilt. Harry relaxed, his gag reflex subsiding as he breathed in the smell of Draco at the base of his blonde curls. Harry groaned. Draco slammed his way back into Harry again, and Harry's cock exploded, his cum spreading out in the front of his pants. Harry's throat muscles convulsed during the climax, causing Draco's to follow. Harry swallowed it obediently. A few drops escaped his lips, and Harry licked them up with his slightly swollen tongue. Draco watched this with lust filled eyes.

"Good boy, Hero." Draco cast a cleaning charm on Harry's pants, doing rid of the cum stain. "You may get up now."

Harry got up from underneath the table and sat down next to Draco, breathing heavy. Both boys were thankful for the charm, because no one had even looked their way the entire class period.

Snape returned from his office, signaling that class was almost over. Draco took off the charm, and Snape noticed them in the back of the room.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you would kindly show us your example of Veritaserum, please." Draco filled a vial with the clear liquid and gave it to Snape. He examined it carefully and placed it in the vial container on his desk in the room. "Very good, Mr. Malfoy. 20 points to Slytherin for preventing Mr. Potter from botching up your potion. Everyone else, please fill a vial with your attempt and place it on my desk. Class dismissed."

Everyone began to pack up hurriedly before the end of the period.

"See you in detention, Hero." Draco whispered. He was gone by the time Harry turned around.

So that's it for chapter 4! Whew, I like that one.

Question: Right now, this story is a PWP that has a plot, however the main theme of the story is sex. Is everyone alright with this story continuing to be sex-based, with some sort of encounter every chapter? Or would you like it to be more in-depth?

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