Finally! I finished it! Sorry for taking so long...

This fic is rated M for Mature. Read at your own risk. ;)

WARNING!! THIS FIC CONTAINS SLASH!! THAT MEANS BOY/BOY PAIRING, YAOI, MAN-ON-MAN-ACTION (M.O.M.A.), in other words, GAYNESS!!

Wait, this is the last one? WHY!?!? PORQUOI!?!?!? POR QUE!?!?

I was supposed to have finished this 4 months ago, but school, work, etc, has kept me busy. And besides, who wants to see this loverly tale of smex ended? ;P Well, it's finally complete. Thanks to everyone who's stuck by me from the beginning. This was my first story, my baby. It is finally grown-up, and it's so hard to let it go. They grow up so quickly. T_T But enough! You came here for one reason, and one reason only. It is down below. Please enjoy the final installment of, "Sinning With You".

Because when I, arrive, I, I bring the fiction. Make you come, alive, I, provide the friction. What this is? Forgot? I must now remind you. I own naught, I own naught, I own naught!

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Pride

"Malfoy's been pretty quiet around us lately," Ron remarked as he sat down to dinner with Harry and Hermione. Hermione paled a bit, but Harry absently nodded as he turned in that direction. He stared at the boy in question, who noticed his gaze, and waggled his eyebrows at him. Harry smiled slightly and looked down, trying not to draw attention to his actions.

They had been girlfriend-free for over two weeks now, and were spending as much time as they could together. In fact they had been meeting so often, it was starting to seem suspicious. Harry was afraid his friends might start getting suspicious about all the time he spent away from them. He was pretty much out of excuses, and could think of nothing plausible to tell them that he hadn't told them already. But he couldn't make himself stop seeing Draco, and continued to be absent during his free time. He knew they were taking great risks by meeting so much, but they wanted each other too badly. The time they spent together was amazing, always hot and heavy, and leaving them wanting more. Harry couldn't get enough of Draco, and was willing to deal with the consequences.

Which is why he was ready to blow off his friends again tonight. But Hermione had made him promise to help her beat Ron at Wizard Chess. When he tried to say he wanted to go study alone, she replied, "Oh Harry, it's Friday night! You can not study for one night. Even I'm not studying tonight!" She refused to let him go off on his own, so he sat glumly through the rest of dinner.

"Y'know mate, you've been studying by yourself an awful lot this week," Ron commented. "Got any special spells you gonna share?"

Harry sighed. "No, nothing yet." He picked at his dinner as he gazed at Draco longingly. When the other looked up, Harry shook his head slightly and pouted. Draco frowned, and Harry shrugged as they turned back to their food. It seemed their plans were ruined for the evening. But as he stood to leave with the others, he saw Draco beckoning him. Harry looked at his friends and back at Draco quizzically, but the blond just motioned for him to follow.

As they left the Great Hall, Harry saw Draco going toward the Gryffindor Tower instead the Slytherin common room. Intrigued, Harry kept an eye on him, while trying to participate in the conversation and keep their attention from Draco. As they passed a washroom, Harry saw Draco duck into it. He stopped in front of it. "Uh, hey guys. I need to use the washroom for a bit, ok?" Harry told them. "Continue with out me, and I'll be up soon." Hermione tried to argue, but Ron dragged her away. With a sense of excitement, he opened the door.

When he stepped in, no one was around. But when he shut the door, Draco came out of the stall next to him. They held each other while they kissed deeply for a moment. But when they broke apart, Harry said, "I'm really sorry I can't be with you tonight. They finally managed to get me."

"I don't know why you don't just drop those 'friends' of yours Potter," Draco sneered.

Harry smiled. "I don't drop them because I like being with them. But enough about them." He drew Draco in. "Do you think we have time for a quickie?" He licked his lips suggestively.

Draco pouted. "I don't know if I want to give you a quickie now," he drawled. "Besides, our quickies are never that quick." He grinned devilishly.

Harry kissed him deeply. "Well, do something so that I can make it through the next few hours without you." He ground his hips against the blonde's to emphasize his point.

"Fine," was the reply, "but you'll have to make it up to me next time."

With that, Draco dropped to his knees, undoing Harry's belt and unzipping his pants. He slowly released the swollen member from its bindings before taking it into his mouth. Harry moaned and gripped the blond hair as he felt the wet warmth slowly descend on him and pull back up. Draco lightly ran his tongue down the shaft and circled back up as he bobbed gently, grazing his teeth across the smooth head. Harry felt his knees start to weaken at this slow maneuver, and tried to move faster, but was held in place by Draco's hands. The other boy took his time moving up and down, tasting every inch of Harry's cock, moaning as if it was the best tasting thing in the world. He reached a hand to the testicles, and slowly massaged them as well, groping and pulling in time with his sucks.

Harry couldn't take much more of this slow torture. He felt himself tightening, and tried to warn Draco, but the other simply sucked harder and more forcefully. Unable to take any more, Harry came with a gasp, clinging to Draco's head until his shudders stopped. Draco removed his mouth, stood, and stared up at Harry with lustful eyes and a mouth dripping with come. He carefully spat it out before turning back.

"Alright, I've done my part. Now get out of here before I pin you down and shag you senseless," Draco said as he pushed Harry out. Harry apologized again, and promised to make it up to him before slipping out the door.

Draco sighed as he put a hand inside his own trousers to wank himself off. He came quickly as he imagined Harry moaning just now. He cleaned up and made his way back to his common room. As he walked, he mulled over the last two weeks in his mind. It had been amazing, but what exactly were he and Harry now? They weren't exactly enemies, and they did enjoy their time together, but he could not allow himself to think anything beyond that. He tried to ignore the dull ache within him at being alone tonight as he climbed the stairs to his room. He threw himself on his bed with a frustrated sigh. Might as well get an early sleep to make up for all the late nights I've had, he thought. Thoughts about his status in Harry's life would wait until later.

Harry awoke the next morning and lay in bed thinking similar thoughts. He wondered what he and Draco had become, if their relationship had progressed at all. He knew that they were getting closer, indeed, had become much closer in the last two weeks. He felt a slight pain whenever he wasn't around him, and wondered what it could mean.

As he got out of bed and dressed himself for breakfast, he tried to shake these thoughts away. It was better not to have his friends figure anything out. But why not, he pondered as they sat down in the Great Hall. Why shouldn't he tell his friends about them? Well, he could think of a few reasons, starting with that fact that this is his worst enemy, and ending with that it seemed wrong. But Harry knew that if he explained it to them, his friends would accept it. It may take a little getting used to, but he was sure they would come around. It would certainly make it easier to explain where he went all the time. But for now, he would have to keep coming up with excuses. Like the one he was going to need now, as he saw Draco catch his eye and motion up.

"Uh, hey guys, I don't feel so good," he said, getting up from the table.

Hermione glanced up, then looked at him. "What's wrong?"

Harry thought quickly. "Umm, upset stomach. I think I'll go see Madame Pomfrey."

Hermione started to get up too. "Then I'll come with you."

"NO!" Harry shouted quickly. Then, composing himself, "I mean, it's alright. I'll manage by myself. You sit and finish your breakfast. I'll find you guys soon." He left before she could say another word or follow him.

Once he was outside, he only had to wait a few short seconds before Draco followed him out. Then, silently, they both made their way up to the Room of Requirement. Once they were inside, they fell onto each other like rabid beasts, growling as they tore each other's clothes off. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry was slightly amused that one night apart had left them so hungry.

Harry was stripped first, and Draco backed him up to the bed, roughly pushing him down. He stood above him wearing only an unbuttoned shirt and boxers. He leaned in for another rough kiss, then pulled back. He surveyed the boy below him, reclining on the bed, legs splayed, cock at attention. He felt desire building in him, and he struggled to keep it in check. First, he wanted a little payback.

"I think you owe me a little something for last night," he said. Harry smirked. He knew what Draco wanted, and to be honest, he wanted it too. He slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed hold of Draco's hips. Then, he brought his mouth to the mass inside the boxers, letting his saliva slowly wet the cloth and radiate outward. The blond inhaled sharply at the sensation, and had to hold Harry's shoulders as he felt a tongue teasing his slit through the material. His breath came in short gasps as his boxers dropped to the floor, and he let out a low moan as Harry's tongue snaked its way to the base of his cock and back up. Taking all of Draco in his mouth, he leisurely pulled back up before going down again, enjoying the taste. Draco could feel the pressure rising inside of him, but he didn't want to come yet. He pulled himself out of Harry's mouth, needing to take a deep breath to steady himself.

Harry looked slightly confused as Draco pulled away, but forgot as he was kissed deeply again, tongues wrestling each other. He moaned into the kiss as he felt a hand close around his hot, pulsing member, and sucked the blond in even more. They broke apart, but Draco kept his mouth attached to Harry, licking down his jaw, sucking down his neck, kissing his chest, all the while pumping his dick. Harry leaned his head back in pleasure as he felt his nipples lavished. He couldn't take much more, so he pulled Draco up, looked him in the face and said "Now."

In answer, Draco kneeled on the bed, then, grabbing Harry's legs, threw them over his shoulders. Harry fell back against the bed with a muffled thump, but before he could say anything, he felt a finger slide into him. He groaned, and arched toward it, wanting more. Draco complied, adding another finger, trying to stretch the tight hole before him. He wanted desperately to thrust in, but controlled himself to prepare Harry first, who was pushing back harder as the third finger went in. Feeling he was adequately prepared, Draco removed his hand and applied the lube beside the bed to his cock. The coolness filled him with anticipation as he lined himself up with Harry. He looked down at the brunette, was looked back with lustful eyes. Unable to hold back anymore, Draco thrust in, both of them gasping in delight at the sensation. Then, pulling out slightly, he buried himself again and again in the hot tight space. The look on Harry's face as he was taken drove Draco faster and faster. Harry started pulling himself as he watched Draco from between his legs. Harder and harder, they drove each other to the edge, until they climaxed, shouting each other's names.

Pulling out, Draco flopped down beside Harry on the bed. He was spent, but content. He allowed a lazy smile to play across his face as he turned to the other boy. "See what you missed out on last night Harry? You could have had that, but no, you wanted to play with your friends," he teased.

Harry smiled back. "Well Draco, maybe I would have come if I could have told them where I was going," he shot back. "They are suspecting something, I'm sure."

Draco scoffed. "I don't know why you even bother giving them excuses. Just say nothing and leave, like I do."

"Well, I think my friends are a little more intelligent than yours, and they will surely question me." Draco grunted in agreement. "Besides," Harry ventured carefully, "I think they just might accept it if they knew."

Draco sat up straight and eyed him. "What are you trying to say?"

Harry also sat up. "Well," he said slowly, "maybe it's time they knew. I think maybe we should just tell them." Draco was silent. Harry continued. "You know, so that I don't have to lie. It'll be easier for us to meet then."

"And what exactly do you plan to tell them?" he asked quietly.

"I will tell them…" Harry bit his lip. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to tell them, but he had to come up with an answer. "I'll tell them the truth. I'll tell them that we've been meeting," he finished lamely. "I just feel bad about lying to them all the time, and I want to stop, so…" He trailed off, as he couldn't think of how he wanted to phrase his thoughts.

Draco turned away. "And don't you think they'll find it odd that you're meeting your rival so often?" he sneered. "They'll be sure to inquire as to the nature of our meetings. What will you tell them? You say you want to tell them the truth. Will you tell them you've been fucking me?"

Harry flinched at the words, but squared his shoulders, feeling a little irritated at Draco's callousness. "Yeah, I guess so. I'll tell them we've been fucking each other. Would that make you happy?"

"Oh yes," he spat, "I would be extremely happy if you start telling everyone that we've been screwing each other." He started buttoning up his shirt.

"Hey, I never said I'd tell everyone," Harry tried to say, but Draco turned on him.

"Yes, but how long do you think it will be before they all know? I don't know if I trust your friends to keep something like this a secret for long. I know how much they would love to slander me." He reached for his boxers.

Harry started grabbing his clothes too. "Well, I don't appreciate you insulting my friends like that. They wouldn't tell. Besides, so what if everyone knows? Is that a problem for you?" he asked angrily.

"Yes, it is Potter," Draco returned. "I don't know about you, but I have my pride, and I would rather not have everyone in school informed of our fuck sessions."

This hit Harry like a slap in the face. He looked down as he buttoned his trousers. "Oh, that's right, I forgot about the Malfoy pride," he said bitterly. "We can't ruin your reputation by having everyone know that you and Potter are –" he swallowed hard, but pushed the word out " – fuck-buddies."

Draco choked a little at this, and his hands stilled as he fixed his tie. He looked down. "I guess that's right," he said quietly. "I guess we've only been fuck-buddies until now. Thanks for letting me know." He stood and looked stonily at the other boy. "If you had any pride in yourself, you wouldn't want anyone else to know that you've been screwing around with your worst enemy either."

"Fuck you Malfoy!" Harry shouted, jumping up. "Fuck you and your pride!"

"Well, fuck you too Potter!" he yelled back. "Fuck you and your fucking friends!"

"Get the fuck out!" he roared.

"After you bitch!" Draco screamed, holding the door open. They both stormed out and stood facing each other, chests heaving while the door disappeared behind them.

"Fuck off Potter," Draco spat. "I never want to see your fucking face again." He turned to go, but a hand stopped him.

He turned back, but all he got was a hard punch to the chest. "Fine," Harry breathed. "Go fuck yourself from now on." He spun around and stormed angrily down the hallway, stomps echoing off the stone walls. Draco rubbed his chest for a few moments as he watched him go, before turning away and going to his own common room. He muttered under his breath the whole way, but felt a hole in his chest slowly open right where he had been punched.

-

"Harry, mate, you've been depressed for nearly three weeks now," Ron told his friend as they ate lunch. "Are you ever going to tell us what's up?"

Harry sighed deeply and looked at his two best friends. He deeply ached to tell them everything, but held it inside, not wishing to upset his friends, as they were sure to be if they found out. Besides, he thought to himself, it's not like there's anything going on any more. For he and Draco hadn't so much as looked at each other in the past three weeks. Which was precisely why he was so depressed. As much as he was angry with Draco, he still wanted him. Even though they would probably never be together again, Harry still wanted him, needed him. For it was only now that he realized what Draco had meant to him. He finally realized, as soon as they parted, that he cared deeply for the other boy, to the point of loving him. That was the saddest part. He had realized his feelings too late.

He was still lost as to why Draco had become so upset when he mentioned telling Ron and Hermione about them. The other boy had gone cold and hard, and his tone cut a deep hole into his chest. He desperately wanted to figure out what was wrong so that he could apologize, but then he realized that it wasn't his fault. He had his pride too. He hadn't done anything wrong, and if anyone was going to apologize, it was going to be Draco.

But that was why Harry felt sure that they were over. Draco was too proud to admit that he was wrong, which meant Harry would probably be waiting forever. It was the precious Malfoy pride that had driven them apart, and it was going to keep them apart.

Harry heaved one more sigh as he got up to go to class. It was no use dwelling on it. He'd waited for three weeks already. If Draco was going to apologize, he would have done it already. It was time to move on. He tried to cheer up as he followed his friends to class, until he realized it was Potions, where he would have to avoid Draco again. He sighed again, and took his place at his desk, resigned to another depressing hour.

-

Draco sat at his cauldron, mulling things over as the potion stewed. He tried ignoring the ache in his chest, but it wouldn't go away. He sighed deeply as he finally allowed himself to sneak a glance at Harry. The sight of the other boy dulled the pain a little, but when he looked away, it came back sharper that ever.

He thought back to their last time together, and how he had responded to Harry's suggestion. He knew now why he had acted that way, lashing out at him. He had been scared. He was scared of his own feelings, but even more afraid that they weren't returned. That was why he had questioned Harry's intentions. When he was told it was only so that Harry could be honest, he was hurt. Hurt that Harry did not think enough of their relationship to admit it for what it was. That was why he reacted the way he did. But what hurt most of all was Harry's "fuck-buddies" comment. That crushed Draco, and left him numb. It wasn't until Harry punched him in the chest that he felt anything. That pain penetrated straight to his heart, where it had grown over the last three weeks.

The only thing he had left to him right now was his pride. That was the only thing that stopped him from throwing himself at Harry and begging forgiveness. But he couldn't apologize, not when it was Harry who had hurt him most. It seemed that he didn't think much of Draco, and that was a wound that he couldn't bear. But he was miserable without the other boy, because he finally understood his confused feelings. He had strong feelings for Harry, feelings of love. But he could not express them, since they were probably not going to be together ever again.

Draco sighed as he finished his potion. He wanted one more chance to make it right with Harry, one chance to hear how he truly felt about him, and to make his own feelings known. That was all he wanted right now. But it didn't look like it was going to happen. He tried to catch Harry's eye as they left the classroom, but the other's head was down as he shuffled out. No, it wouldn't happen anytime soon.

-

Hermione looked toward the Slytherin table that night at dinner, and quickly saw who she was looking for. He had his head hung, and was pushing his food around. She turned to Harry and saw he was in a similar state. It hurt her to see her friend so down, and she had a good feeling he knew why. She had had enough of his depression, and was about to do something about it.

"Harry, I think it's time you got over this," she told him quietly. He didn't look up. "It's already been three weeks, and he hasn't said a word to you, right?" At this Harry looked at her, surprised. She sighed. "I'd hoped it wasn't true, but Harry, you need to snap out of it. Enough moping. You've mooned over him enough."

"What are you talking about?" Ron asked, but they ignored him.

"How did you know?" Harry asked softly, eyes wide and wondering.

Hermione smiled. "I'm more observant than you think Harry," she replied. "And I've known for a while now. I didn't say anything before because I wasn't sure. But seeing you like this, I have to say something. It's not right for you to be this depressed. So buck up, I've got just the thing to cheer you up."

Harry smiled faintly, but looked down again. He didn't think anything could cheer him up right now. "Thanks 'Mione, but…"

"No buts," she said. She tugged his arm as she stood. "I'm not taking no for an answer." She led him towards the door, talking loudly about someone she wanted him to meet, Ron hurrying to catch up and understand. He nodded dumbly, not really paying attention. He was focusing everything in him to not look at a certain table as they passed it. Once they were outside, he followed mutely, trying to put himself in a better frame of mind. He didn't really try though. All he could think about was a certain blond-haired boy, and how he wanted one more chance to tell him how he felt. If he could just get it off his chest, he was sure he could move on. That was all he wanted right now, and he wished desperately for it as he trudged down the hall.

-

Draco didn't have much of an appetite, and merely pushed his food around while his chest ached. He tried his best not to think of Harry, but failed miserably. He looked up against his will to where the other boy was, and saw him being dragged up by Hermione. His blood boiled momentarily at the thought of someone else putting their hands on his Harry, but he quickly squashed the feeling. As they made their way toward him, he quickly looked down again, trying to concentrate on his food. But he couldn't help overhearing Hermione say "…she's a great girl, I think you'll really love her."

Draco froze as his mind processed what he just heard. The Muggle-born was going to introduce Harry to someone, possibly set him up. Thoughts raced through his mind. Would he go through with it? What if he accepts? What if he forgets me? These thoughts were too much for Draco, and he blindly ran out of the Great Hall. He heard Hermione's voice down one hall, and without realizing what he was doing, he took off after them. He didn't know why he was chasing them, but he only knew that he couldn't let Harry go.

He saw him at the end of the corridor, and called out. "Potter!"

The trio stopped. Ron looked back in surprise, Hermione was unreadable, but Harry remained facing away.

Draco walked up to him quickly, calling again. "Potter!" Still Harry did not turn around.

Draco stopped a few feet away from him, and tried once more. "Harry."

At that, Harry slowly turned around, keeping his eyes on the floor. Ron tried to say something, but Hermione hushed him.

Draco took one step in, then stopped. He looked down too, and said, "Look, I know you probably hate me right now, but there's something I need to tell you."

"I don't hate you," Harry mumbled. Behind him, Ron gasped and Hermione shushed him again, but Draco looked up with hope. Maybe there was a chance after all.

"If you don't hate me, then please, just listen to what I have to say." He stepped in again and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

Harry's head snapped up, the look on his face disbelieving. In the background, Ron's jaw fell open but he was ignored.

"Did I hear right?" Harry asked slowly. "You said you were sorry?"

"Yeah. I was a right arse to you, and it wasn't fair." Draco swallowed. "But I was scared, Harry. I thought you were just leading me on. And I couldn't take that." He looked down, ashamed.

Harry's heart softened at the sight in front of him. "I would never lead you on Draco," he said softly.

Draco looked at him through his eyelashes. "Really?" he asked poutily.

Harry smiled softly and closed the distance between them, putting his hands around the blonde's hips. He shook his head as he raised Draco's chin. "I couldn't do that to you." He took a deep breath. This was what he had been waiting to say. "I think I love you Draco."

Draco was stunned by this pronouncement. This was what he hadn't dared let himself dream of. He couldn't believe it. But, looking into those deep green eyes, he felt their truth, and was warmed from head to toe as the ache within him disappeared.

But now, he had to one last thing to do before he could feel complete. He closed his eyes and prepared himself to bare it all. He threw the last of his pride and inhibitions to the wind as he look Harry in the face and said, "I think I love you too."

Harry was stunned for a few moments, but then his face split into a wide grin, as did Draco's, and they both stood there, smiling like idiots while Hermione smiled a little sadly and Ron tried to pick his jaw off the ground.

"Wait a bloody minute!" Ron hollered as he gathered his wits. "Harry, what the hell do you think you're doing!?!? Malfoy, you must be addled in the brains!! And Hermione, why are you not stopping this!?!? Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on???"

They all had a chuckle over Ron's reaction. How ironic, Draco thought with a wry smile. It seems I really have fallen for the boy wonder if I don't mind his friends.

To answer Ron's question, he grabbed Harry by the tie, said, "Harry's my boyfriend," then gave him a deep and passionate kiss. Harry moaned as he wrapped his arms tightly around Draco, deepening the kiss. The sound of Ron retching broke them apart. Draco smirked to see Ron staring with huge eyes, jaw gaping.

Ron looked to Harry. "How could you mate?" he asked. "How could you do it?"

"Easy," said Harry. "It was payback. Now deal with it." He pulled Draco in for another kiss.

Hermione shook her head and smiled ruefully. It would take getting used to, but if they were happy together, she could take it. Her job was to help Ron come to terms. She cast one more glance to the entwined couple, then walked away, leading the shocked Ron to give him time to recover.

Harry and Draco broke apart smiling, and noticed the other two were gone. "It seems we're alone," Draco said suggestively. He waggled his eyebrows. "Why don't we make up for lost time?"

Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "I know just the place." Together, they ran lightly down the halls, until they reached their abandoned classroom in the Charms hallway.

They stopped outside for a moment as a wave of nostalgia washed over them, remembering their first time together, almost three months ago. Then, unable to wait any longer, they rushed inside and closed the self-locking door.

Instantly they brought their lips together for a raw, hungry kiss. It was much rougher than the ones they had shared just now, as it was fueled by a need neither had fulfilled in three weeks. They just stood and enjoyed the intense battling of tongues for a few minutes. When they finally broke apart, they were gasping and ready for more. They fumbled with their buttons and zippers in their haste to be nude, biting and sucking the whole way. Draco groaned as Harry thrust restlessly against him, and responded by groping his ass and thrusting back. Already rock-hard, they quickly dropped their last vestiges of clothing and came together for another heavy kiss. They could feel their erections rubbing together, and they both ground hard, increasing the friction between them. They cried out as they came together, and held each other as they rode out their climax. Weak, they slid to the ground, supporting each other.

Draco laughed weakly. "Look what we've been driven to Harry," he said. "Coming so soon. I'm ashamed."

"Well, it's because it's been a long three weeks," Harry said with a smile. He pushed Draco down. "We'll just have to last longer this time."

Draco flinched as his back hit the cold stone floor, but his dick was already hardening at Harry pressed kisses to his forehead, chin and jaw, slowly moving down to his neck, where he grazed this collarbone with his teeth. Draco hummed with pleasure, but Harry wasn't satisfied. He bit down hard on the bit of bone, and salved the wound with his tongue as he heard a gasp above him. He moved down slowly, running his tongue down Draco's midline while he tweaked his nipples. Harry sat up to taken in the sight of him as his fingers played across the muscles enveloped in pale smooth skin. Draco's skin was flushed with desire, and his moans got deeper the lower Harry took his hands. Teasing him, he kept his dancing fingers away from the throbbing organ, and moved his hands to his soft inner thighs, lightly scraping and pinching the flesh there. Draco whined, wanting more intimate contact, but Harry kept moving down, skimming lightly down his toned legs.

Draco couldn't take anymore. He sat up and grabbed Harry's hair painfully, pulling him in for another rough kiss. Then he pushed him away and attacked his stiff member with his mouth. Harry gasped as he felt Draco's tongue probe his slit before sliding down his shaft. He supported himself with one hand as the other was buried in Draco's hair. He moaned as he watched the blond head slowly bob up and down between his legs, and felt himself grow even harder. He had to shut his eyes at the intensity of the feelings washing over him. He felt the pressure building up inside of him, and had to pull sharply on Draco's head to get him to stop. He didn't want to come, not yet. Instead, he pushed Draco back down again, and sat himself between his legs. The blond wriggled in anticipation, but first Harry had a surprise for him. He threw Draco's legs over his shoulders, and lifted his hips, but didn't stop at his own. Instead, he kept lifting, until they were almost at his shoulders. Draco looked quizzically at him, but nearly screamed as he felt his cheeks parted and Harry's tongue circle his entrance. He moaned wantonly as the tongue licked his hole slowly and lavishly. But his moans turned to cries of ecstasy when the tongue breached him. He nearly bucked out of Harry's grasp as Harry continued probing his ass, pushing past the ring of muscle. Draco was almost at his breaking point, and he struggled to draw enough breath to say so. But Harry seemed to know, for he lowered Draco's hips onto his and positioned himself. The sight of him writhing beneath him, mewling lewdly undid Harry, and he slammed himself into Draco without warning. The blond hissed at the sting of no lubrication, but it was forgotten as the brunette pounded him forcefully. His back was rubbed raw against the stone, but he took no notice as pressure built up inside of him. A hand closed on his length, and he scrabbled to grab hold of something as he was pumped and penetrated. He screwed his eyes shut, trying to hold out, but he couldn't.

"HARRY!!!" he screamed as he came magnificently in Harry's hand, his insides clenching tightly around the intruder inside him. "DRACO!!!" Harry howled, following suit as he blew his load in Draco's ass. They both panted heavily as they finished coming. Harry slumped against Draco, not bothering to pull out. They snuggled together on the cold floor, waiting for their breathing to return to normal.

Draco looked into Harry's contented face, and felt a warmth spread in his chest. "I'm sorry for being a prat before, " he apologized again. "And thank you for still wanting me."

"Shh," Harry hushed him, stroking his hair. "It's ok. I'm sorry too. I didn't realize you thought I was leading you on. But I'm glad you still want me too." He paused. "Are you sure it's alright? Telling Ron and Hermione? What about your pride?"

Draco shook his head. "I still have it. But now, I'm proud to say you're mine, and I don't care who knows it." Harry smiled and kissed him for that.

After a few minutes more of cuddling, they reluctantly let go of each other and got dressed. As they headed for the door, Draco said, "You were wrong."

Harry looked at him, puzzled. "Wrong about what?"

"Remember when we first came here? You said I would regret the day I ever called you gay," Draco reminisced. "Well, you were wrong. I don't regret it one bit."

Harry smiled, giving him another quick kiss. "Neither do I," he agreed softly.

They joined hands, and together, walked out of the classroom to face the world, finally ready to accept responsibility for their sins.

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(A/N - So, it's finally over. It took way too long to get this chapter out. Maybe I'll stick to oneshots from now on. Less pressure. Anyways, review to let me know what you think! Thanks for reading, and hope to see you all soon!^^)