Draco lay in his bed, thinking about everything pertaining to Harry. He wanted the boy, that was for sure; perhaps it was more than just lust that drove him to be with Harry though he dared not contemplate such things. If Harry came back that night, Draco would not repay the debt he owed Harry. Besides he still didn't know if it wasn't all some cruel joke.

No, he would not give Harry Potter what he wanted.

Yellow eyes still stared at Draco though they knew they would see nothing now that Draco was in the white bed all on his own. A whole day? How troublesome, but if Harry came back that night there would be something to watch—something to report. Hopefully Harry would come back or Master would be displeased. And the being with yellow eyes hated to displease his master.

Harry's classes seemed to lengthen by an hour each as he waited until he could see Draco again. He participated in class and in conversations but he just didn't seem into it. People noticed the distant look in his eyes every time he had a second to himself, and wondered what on earth could possibly be distracting him so completely.

"Is something wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked as they stood in the hallway of their next-to-last class, waiting for Ron.

"Should there be?" he looked at her serious face and sighed, "There's nothin' wrong with me. I'm just tired." He yawned for effect even though he felt no urge to do so.

"Are you sure it doesn't have something to do with Malfoy and his panic attack?" she whispered his name just incase Ron was listening.

"Yeah," he furrowed his brow in mock confusion. "Why would that have an impact on me?"

"You two are spending more time together since the day you did that one thing and…"

"That was yesterday," Harry interrupted, "And we've only had to be anywhere near each other because our seats required it."

"Why are you lying to me?"

Before Harry had to come up with an answer Ron came out of the classroom with a small frown on his face. Hermione didn't pursue the issue because of Ron. He did not want to hear about Malfoy and Harry together in anyway, shape, or form unless they were fighting rather violently.

"What's wrong, Ron?" Harry asked; glad to be able to change the subject even though Hermione shot him a look that screamed this-isn't-over.

"I don't know," he sighed. "The Professor wanted me to come by this afternoon to do extra credit."

"But you're passing that class. That's the only class you're passing with a high grade." Hermione said with an absolutely shocked look on her face.

"I know, weird huh?" Ron walked off as a dim-realization hit Hermione and Harry like a slap in the face. When they looked into the room of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher they saw him smiling to himself and lick his lips at something hidden in front of his body, away from their line of sight. It was definitely a bad sign of something all too familiar.

"Harry, I think that the Professor is going to do something to Ron…" Hermione began.

"We're probably wrong," he said quickly, "But just to be sure you should check in on him. I would but I have to get more medicine from the nurse, you know, for my hand." He paused for a moment, "Hey, don't tell Ron. He doesn't need to know that some guy (worse, teacher) is lusting after him."

"Makes sense," she eyed him warily as they ran off to find Ron and get more information on the 'studying'.

The last class was uneventful even though Hermione tried, and failed, to talk Ron out of going to the classroom alone with the other Professor.

"I'm not gonna be alone with him!" he exclaimed at long last, "There are gonna be other students there too so chill. I know yall think he's some kind of perverted freak but he's not."

That was all the excitement in the longest period of Harry's young life.

I wonder what Draco is doing. Harry thought in absolute boredom while leaning on his uninjured left hand. His right hand was almost completely better but it needed this last period to completely heal judging by the way it felt.

Damn I'm bored! Draco yelled in his head though he knew it wasn't true. He had enough to think about to not be bored; what his father was going to do to him was at the top of the most interesting list and the most hectic though not the most immediate. The most imminent one was what he was going to do when Harry Potter came to see him at the end of the day…

How was he supposed to turn Harry down? It really didn't seem possible but he would have to in order to make everything go back to normal. Normal was safe, normal was his friend, normal didn't leave him in a state of mild shock, normal didn't have his father hate him even more than he thought possible, and it didn't have Harry…no Potter wanting to fuck him…

That last one really hurt.

So I have to think of him as Harry or my heart throws a hissy fit? How pathetic, my father was right, I'm worth nothing.

Harry wouldn't let me think like that. Harry didn't hurt him; he didn't make him cry; he didn't make his stomach knot in fear but in anticipation, pleasure, ecstasy, and pure love. The thought of losing his only light in this dark world scared him beyond anything his father could do; he would not deny Harry anything. If it was within his power he would give it to Harry without a second thought. He had fallen in love with his rival but he still didn't know what he thought of that.

Harry glared at Madam Pomfree when he realized that she really didn't intend to let him see Draco.

"I'm sorry," she said, "Visiting hours are over."

"I was in class! I couldn't visit him."

"Why do you want to see him so badly? Don't you guys hate each other?" Madam Pomfree furrowed her brow in an attempt to understand Harry's sudden interest in the rich boy.

"No, or I don't hate him."

"How sad," she sighed, "Ok, you can see him but you have to lock the door behind you when you're done because I'm leaving. You're lucky you aren't a girl or else I would be watching you." She walked away to god knows where.

Harry smiled a huge smile as he walked into the room, closed the door, and locked it behind him. Tonight was going to be fun.

"Who's there?" Draco called out a little nervously.

"Harry," the darkness responded. Since Draco was by the only window he was illuminated by the soft glow of a full moon but the rest of the room was solid dark and Harry was there somewhere. Draco's light had come to visit him.

"Thank god," Draco sunk back into the soft pillows and closed his eyes.

When he reopened them Harry stood with his faces inches from Draco's and it didn't look like he was wearing a shirt. Or anything for that matter.

"Are you thanking him for it being me or for creating me?"

"Both," Draco pulled Harry's face down and kissed him roughly on the lips.

Harry noted that this kiss was different than it normally was. Draco was acting like a starving man and Harry was a cheese burger. Plus, Draco had been the one to initiate the kiss, not the other way around though Harry wasn't complaining.

Potter broke the kiss to gasp for breath right along with Draco—seems like they both forgot to breathe in their excitement. "Are you ok?" how many times had that been asked today? It felt like a lot.

"Of course," he grabbed a hold of Harry's hair and pulled him down for more kisses: Harry didn't fight this time. "I just wanted to show you how much I want to pay you back." He whispered between the rough kisses.

Harry broke the kiss once more but instead of talking he climbed onto the bed, straddling Draco's sexily woman-like hips. Both boys were hard and ready for sex and Harry continued to kiss Draco while rocking their erections together. Draco couldn't stop his hips from bucking up to grind their erections together more wildly, moaning quietly while doing it. Nails dugs into Harry's back as Draco felt a rough hand grip him tightly, the thumb on that hand placed upon the owner of said hand as their dicks were aligned.

"Ha-Harry," he moaned the other boys name low in his throat.

Harry squeezed and felt pre-cum sprinkle onto his hand as he began to pump their penises (Draco had remained naked in the bed the entire day because the nurse had recommended it for some reason). Harry held back a moan of delight as Draco arched against him, almost convulsing with the pleasure that surged through him at such simple touches.

"Have you been wanting this as badly as I have?" whispered Harry as he kissed along Draco's body, pumping their peters at an almost painfully slow pace. "I have been dieing to do this with you all day. I even imagined the different things I wanted to do and I chose this one."

Draco let go of Harry and fell limply (yet still really tense) onto the bed. He was already panting heavily, his body and mind knowing what was coming and preparing for the pleasure they were sure to receive. Harry stared down at him and Draco felt Harry's dick twitch against his own and he felt a little cum trickle down his head—teasing the slit—before Harry's hand swept it away and onto their shafts to use as lubricant.

"Y-yes," Draco gasped. Harry picked up the pace a bit and Draco called out almost too loudly. "Faster," he begged, "Please, Harry I need you to go faster."

But Harry didn't go faster as he stared longingly down at Draco.

"You still owe me."

Draco swallowed hard but couldn't think straight as Harry continued to torture them both. He tried to speak but Harry dove down and bit his left nipple very hard. An almost-scream of pain escaped Draco but there was a strange amount of pleasure mixed with it that brought out an almost steady stream of cum from his dick to be used a lube. All of Draco's past lovers had never been so bold and he loved it.

"Po-Potter, please. I need release…I don't care how just please…" he thrust his hips up to meet Harry's strokes and closed his eyes that had begun to spin along with the room. Why was Harry so fucking good at this?

A blush darkened his face as soft kisses left a trail of saliva on his body; in the cold air it chilled Draco's burning skin in a soothing way. The kisses came up his neck, going out of their way to hit his spot and cause his body to jerk upward and become flush with Harry's for a moment. Tears gleamed in his eyes as he begged Harry for release.

"Please!" he couldn't take it anymore, if Harry didn't hurry up soon Draco would go insane.

Harry chuckled darkly and sped up his ministrations. They moaned almost in sync as Draco bucked his hips more wildly, Harry's too began to move as though he was inside of Draco. The white haired teen called out loudly and he came in an aggressive spray of cum that shot onto his bare stomach. Moments later Harry let his own orgasm take him and he came onto Draco's stomach without the other teen noticing that it had been on purpose since Draco was lost in a haze of post orgasm.

Draco's body went limp and he felt as though he had just run a mile. I am never so tired after sex…

Harry nuzzled Draco's neck and hummed something unintelligible.

"What?" Draco asked in an annoyed voice. He was pouting and unhappy on the outside but on the inside he was excited.

"You owe me two now." Harry chuckled at the blush that tinged Draco's cheeks. "Perhaps if you let me…" he trailed off as he slid his hand down Draco's back to his butt. "I'll count it as two."

"What?!" Draco pushed Harry off of him so he could sit up, "Why the bloody hell would you want to…to…?"

"To fuck your ass?" Harry tried innocently.

Draco's face contorted into an even more confused look, "You want to…but I thought you just, I don't know, finger it…" he was blushing darkly and he felt like a fool. "Besides, it's not like it would feel good to me."

Harry laughed at that, "You've never had sex with another man before, have you?"

"So?"

"Well, if you let me, I'll show you why some guys love being bottom."

"You mean the bitch? Hell no, I will not be your bitch!"

"You already are. But in many ways I'm your bitch too so it doesn't really matter." Harry tried to do damage control but it didn't seem to be working.

"You're not helping your…" Harry cut him off by kissing the smaller teen on the mouth. He didn't care if Draco was willing to be bottom or not, Draco was going to love what Harry was going to do to him; though if he saw it he would kill Harry for just how humiliating it can be from a third person view.

Harry broke the kiss and pressed his pointer finger from his left hand to Draco's lips. Draco gave him a confused look.

"Coat it with saliva," Harry ordered as he began to softly kiss Draco's body.

Again Draco gave him that confused look but he opened his mouth, taking the digit into his warm cavern with a soft pink tongue leading the way. He sucked, nibbled and covered Harry's finger with a thick coat of saliva like he had told the white haired teen to. Harry pressed his middle and ring fingers into the mouth as well while he nipped at Draco's nipple. It hardened and Harry was sure to leave hickeys all over Draco's chest. He wanted people to know who Draco belonged to.

No, thought Harry, he's not mine…yet.

Harry relieved Draco's mouth of his fingers and kissed him to keep Draco from talking. He had to make Draco feel good quickly or else he might never get the chance to take his asshole virginity.

Harry slipped his fingers down Draco's body and Draco assumed Harry was just trying to give him a chill. Had he known more about male gay sex he would have told Harry to stop. Harry's saliva coated fingers went between Draco's legs and ghosted over his semi-erection. Draco's body pushed upward as the shock of pleasure connected through his nerves and he lifted his ass off of the bed; which was exactly what Harry wanted. As Draco fell back down onto the bed he felt something push inside of his ass.

"Potter? What is that?" he was afraid it was Harry's penis but it felt far too small for what he had been feeling pressed against his own erection earlier… Draco sure hoped it wasn't his penis.

"Relax. You'll get used to it in a little bit." Harry whispered as the object slowly began to move in and out of Draco's body.

Draco clutched Harry's shoulders and tried to loosen his body; it wasn't working very well.

"What the hell…?"

"It's my finger, Draco, calm down."

"But…"

Another finger slid inside of Draco and cut him off. Harry kissed him gently on the lips and waited until Draco's muscles relaxed a little around his fingers before he slid in his ring finger.

"That's too much! Pull it out." Draco demanded while clutching Harry and, unknowingly pressing their erections together. "Ah!" a sudden bolt of pleasure like none Draco had experienced before carved its way up Draco's body all the way up to his ice blue eyes that saw stars.

"Found it," Harry said as he stroked that bundle of nerves again.

Draco cried out and tried to make Harry press that spot again. But Harry made a scissoring motion with his fingers, spreading Draco more widely; though Harry could tell it was going to be a tight fit (they were only this tight for virgins) and that meant that he would have to get some proper lube so that he would have less of a chance of ripping Draco's ass.

Though the idea was oddly tempting…

"Do that again," moaned Draco wantonly.

"My, my. Bossy, are we?" Harry teased while gently rubbing Draco's prostate.

"Oh, god yes!"

Harry chuckled and pulled his fingers out of Draco's ass. The white haired teen began to ask why Harry had stopped but he asked what he was looking for instead when he noticed Harry's gaze had wandered around the room.

"I need better lube, so you won't tear." He said and Draco blushed.

"There's some lotion over in that cabinet I think." He didn't care if Harry wanted to be able to go around and tell everyone he fucked Draco up the ass like a little bitch; because Draco really, really, really wanted to be fucked by Harry, and badly.

Harry fumbled through the cabinet, unaware that he had someone checking out his body.

It's not like it matters, I mean I am sleeping with him so I can check out his perfectly shaped ass, right? Draco thought as he carved the sight before him into his mind forever.

Harry Potter standing before him naked and fully erect with cum still dribbling in a tiny stream down his shaft with his excitement was quite the sight. His long shaft seemed to glow in the sunlight as he looked through the cabinet for lube though Draco had no idea why he was worrying over ripping him, I mean don't you just stick it in (there is an art to this act that Draco had perfected but I didn't feel like putting it in there) and bam it feels good or something. Wait… there's something wrong with the picture before him…but what was it?

Sunlight? Oh, shit!

"Potter!"

"Huh?" he turned to face Draco, a long white tube in his hand; the lotion.

"We have school today." He looked around for a clock and found that they only had an hour to get back to their dorms, get dressed, and get to class without getting caught. In a castle full of witches and wizards this was going to be impossible.

"Shit!" Harry exclaimed, "That's it! I will fuck you tonight, understand?"

"You don't need to tell me." Draco found his clothes and was pulling them on as Harry put the lotion back.

"Shit, Draco…" Harry looked down at his engorged cock and then looked at Draco.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know. Just like, no, never mind."

"What the hell do you want me to do?"

"If you were smart enough to figure it out I'd let you do it." Harry said as he pulled on his boxers though his erection was far from concealed.

Draco blushed lightly as he walked up to Harry. The teen stopped getting dressed to see what Draco was doing.

"Draco, you don't…"

Draco silenced him with a hate-filled glare, "Shut up or else I'm not doing this."

"Doing what?" now Harry was just being an ass.

Draco rolled his eyes and fell to his knees before Harry as he pulled down the red boxers, releasing Harry's penis.

"Sorry, I don't shave…" Harry blushed and looked away.

No shit, thought Draco as he gently opened his mouth.

Slipping the head of Harry's weeping erection into Draco's mouth was the easy part. After that he decided he would just mimic what Harry and all the other bitches he'd fucked did because he had no idea how to blow a guy.

Harry moaned and grabbed a fistful of Draco's hair and resisted the strong urge to just shove himself fully into the others mouth. Draco was young, as they would say, when it came to these things and he would not ruin the rest of his future blow jobs just because he was impatient.

Draco stopped moving when he felt Harry grab his hair, thinking he had done something wrong even though he had pulled his lovers hair before to hurry them up.

"Don't stop," Harry said gruffly.

Draco looked up at Harry to see the boy look like he was in some sort of pain. So Draco had to release Harry from his mouth, "What am I doing wrong?"

"Shit, Draco just suck me off! I'll tell you about it later…"

Draco gulped and sucked in a breath before plunging his head all the way down Harry's shaft. He was definitely not ready for that and it made him gag with shock and displeasure. The suffocating heat that was Draco's mouth caught Harry off guard (he had expected Draco to take his time) and he twisted his grip in Draco's hair and he wouldn't let Draco off of his dick even though Harry's mind knew this was a really bad idea.

Draco tried to take a breath as Harry began to fuck his mouth, gagging every time it hit the back of his throat and trying his best to not swallow the pre-cum streaming out of his head. I'm gonna kill Potter when this is over.

Harry stopped before he came and he shoved Draco onto the ground. Harry pinned Draco's hands above his head and straddled his naked waist; their erections rubbed together and Harry wondered why Draco would have an erection right now.

"Fuck, Draco I don't think I should have let you do that." Harry was just oh so very glad he hadn't slammed his erection into his mouth as far as it would go for his climax. That would have made this horrid situation into his death.

"Why the hell not? Hmm, you gonna fuck me right here?" his tone was low and his lips were just below Harry's, teasing him. "Where people will most likely walk in and see?"

"I wouldn't care."

"I would." Draco angrily pushed Harry off of him and stood up, boner gone. "I'm getting dressed. You need to too. Don't whine to be about your freaking boner because I am never giving you head again."

"Damn! I knew that would happen. Can you blame me though?" Harry stood and grabbed his clothes from the ground. He wanted to fuck Draco so badly, but he could never get a good time. People always seemed to be interrupting and he didn't want to just appear and start fucking him; he wanted to make it really memorable, but it was infuriating having gotten so close only to be shot down by the traitorous sun.

"Yes I can and I am." Draco walked huffily out of the room when he was fully dressed.

Harry cursed his stupidity as he walked briskly to his dorm.