A/N: I've a busy week coming up so not sure when I can post again. Hope you enjoy this chapter! (reviews might help to get me to poster faster! Lol)

Thanks again to those who reviewed chapter 7!

- For disclaimer see chapter 1

*** Chapter 8

It took many long minutes before Draco's breathing had evened out and he had sufficient strength back to move. Seeing as his arms still lay limply above his head he moved them to his sides to let the blood flow easier. As he did so his hand accidentally brushed Harry's groin, causing him to let out a little groan. Turning his head sharply he looked at Harry, seeing that he had closed his eyes for a moment before blinking and looking at him again.

Their eyes locked for a moment and something happened that Draco couldn't even explain to himself. He leaned in and captured Harry's lips in a passionate kiss at the same time as his hand curled around the hard flesh. He gave it a few teasing strokes through the material before working on opening the trousers.

Pulling away from the kiss, Draco settled himself between Harry's legs. He pulled the trousers down enough to give him the access he needed then he leaned forwards and took the tip of Harry's erection in his mouth. When Harry's hips bucked involuntarily, Draco put his hands on Harry's hip to hold him still. Then he slowly took more of Harry in, running his tongue along the length as he did so.

"Fuck, Draco!" Harry moaned both at the sensations as well as the surprise. He hadn't expect that he would get to touch Draco, never mind that Draco would willingly return the favour. His hands grabbed at the sheets in an attempt to ground himself, when Draco started sucking and bobbing his head up and down.

Draco shifted his hold on Harry's hips, so that he used his forearm to hold him down, this freed up his other hand, which he then used to start massaging Harry's balls. When he then used one finger to press the point just behind his balls it was Harry's undoing and he came unable to even give Draco a warning. The blond didn't seem to mind as he kept sucking and drank everything that was offered to him. When Harry was spent, Draco sat back and this time it was his turn to watch as Harry lay, panting heavily.

Harry recovered faster however and opening his eyes he looked at Draco and grinned. "That was unexpected."

"What, you thought I was a virgin?" Draco asked back, falling back into his usual pugnacious-self. Looking around the room he located his clothes and went to pick them up before getting dressed.

"I certainly didn't expect you to be as good at giving head as you obviously are!" Harry replied, watching while Draco dressed.

"Just proves that even Boy Wonder himself can be wrong."

"I wonder what made you do it..." Harry said more to himself, folding his arms behind his head and looking at his reflection in the mirror above him. It was something of an odd sight as he was still fully dressed but his trousers were still open and tugged down, his now limp penis hanging out.

Draco mumbled something intelligible. When Harry asked about it, he didn't reply.

"Come back on the bed and sit down, Draco. We still have a lot of time before we need to go."

"Fine," Draco huffed and sat as far from Harry as he could.

"So you won't tell me what made you reciprocate... but at least you can no longer deny that there is something between us. You certainly enjoyed yourself!"

Draco didn't reply. He just crossed his arms and turned to look the other way.

Harry sighed and lifting his bum he pulled up his trousers, closed them and then quickly moved to straddle Draco's lap. Pulling on Draco's arms he loosened them and moved them to his side before he leaned close until their chests were pressed together. "You've already let your mask drop before. There's little point in wearing it now."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I do. You're the Malfoy heir, it may be a privilege but it comes at a cost. You're expect to behave a certain way at all times. Be in control of yourself, your emotions, your thoughts even. And I've come to realise, that is the exact thing why we fit so well. You need a way to drop that mask on occasion, so you can stop being in control. I can give you that but you're still fighting me."

"Shut up, Potter." Draco said harshly.

"Why? Because you don't like to hear the truth?" Harry asked, trailing his fingers down the side of Draco's face.

"Rather than analysing my life how about you look at your own?" Draco shot back and turned his head a little so he could bite Harry's fingers.

"But I have done!" Harry protested, pulling his fingers away, giving Draco a glare which was answered with a satisfied smirk. Turning his glare into a grin Harry leaned forwards and licked Draco's neck from collar to ear before sucking on his earlobe.

"Get off!" Draco moaned and tried to push Harry away.

The Gryffindor however was holding on to the bedpost behind Draco and could therefore not be moved. "I'll stop if you apologise for biting me."

"No way!"

"Then deal with it." Harry chuckled and kept teasing Draco's neck and ear. He also started grinding his hips into Draco, causing a delicious friction on both their groins.

"Stop it!" Draco groaned, still trying futilely to push Harry off him. "Please..."

It was barely a whisper but Harry heard it and stopped. He didn't move off him but he pulled away enough that only their legs were touching. "Powerful word that." He smiled and cocked his head to the side a little. He gave Draco some time to compose himself, ignoring the glare sent his way. "Now, where were we? ...oh yes. You said I should analyse my own life. I did do that, extensively...

"See, my life is something of the exact opposite of yours. I've never had any control. It was always other people making decisions for me. Starting with where I grew up, my lack of childhood, fighting Voldemort... absolutely everything in my life was decided by someone else. There are expectations on me too. What I should do after school, whom I should date... It gets quite frustrating you know. So I need a way to exert some control. And when I went looking for my prey, it ended up being you. We all know how stubborn a Malfoy can be. But you should know that I can be very stubborn myself. If I want something, I'll work on getting it until I'm satisfied."

"If you're not happy with your life, why don't you take control of that rather than trying to control other people!"

"I can always do both." Harry grinned. "I'm not interested in a vanilla relationship. And you're the only one in reach at this point in time, who can give me what I want."

"But I won't!" Draco said harshly and pressing his hands flat against Harry's chest he pushed hard, causing him to fall backwards. Draco quickly jumped up and went to the door, hoping to leave. He didn't bargain with the spell still cast on them by McGonagall however and when he tried to walk more than 4 feet away from Harry he was yanked back harshly by an invisible force that was so strong he actually landed on the bed.

Harry moved quickly and lay beside him once more, half covering Draco with his own body to hold him in place. "Foolish Slytherin!" He chuckled. "You can't be more than 4 feet from me, remember? And I'm not going to leave this room yet."

"What do I have to do to make you leave?" Draco pressed out, his fists clenched at his sides, held tightly by Harry.

"First of all, I want you to admit that you enjoyed what we did." Harry said, looking at Draco expectantly.

They spent a full 5 minutes lying still, neither speaking or moving. Harry was waiting patiently while Draco fought an inner battle with himself. Ultimately Draco knew he had no real choice and so he ground out, "was alright."

"Not good enough."

"You blasted..."

"Careful Draco... I may not take too kindly to being insulted right now." Harry warned his voice teasing.

"Fine! I enjoyed it. What are you gonna do about it?" Draco challenged.

"Was that so difficult?" Harry asked and leaned down to peck Draco's lips. "As for what I'm gonna do about it... repeat it obviously. Which brings us to the next point. McGonagall is going to expect us to stop fighting after this. Well... maybe not expect it, but hope for it at least."

"Hardly likely to happen." Draco just said.

"Oh but it is. Because if you want to leave this room then you're going to agree that next time you feel like fighting me you'll instead just talk to me. There must be something we can do instead of hexing each other. Maybe a snogging session... a hand job or even a little spanking session." Harry proposed, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"You've got to be joking!" Draco half whined.

"Absolutely not. There is little point in you fighting me seeing as you never win anyways. All you have to agree to is to talk to me like a normal person would."

"I have a reputation to uphold!"

"Fuck your reputation! It's in bits because you never win. Haven't you realised that people are talking about you because of it?"

"They aren't!"

"Yes they are!" Harry insisted, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not doing it in front of others though!"

"That's ok. You can try and get me on my own or we can hide somewhere... there'll be ways."

"Fine." Draco huffed.

"I'm glad we're getting somewhere. Now on to the last point." Harry grinned when Draco sighed painfully. "You're going to meet me here again in one weeks time."

"No way!" Draco said forcefully, pushing and shoving at Harry who was still holding him tightly.

"My dear Draco..." Harry said calmly. "If you don't willingly agree I will just have to cast another spell on you like I did today."

"Argh!" Draco half screamed, still writhing underneath Harry to try and get free.

"For God's sake Draco! Calm down! I've just asked you to meet me, it's not like I said let me fuck you!"

"But that's exactly what you're going to try and do!" Draco protested loudly.

"Not unless you want me to." Harry replied calmly.

"I hate you!" Draco mumbled quietly, going limp in defeat.

"That's alright, seeing as I didn't ask you to love me." Harry grinned and leaned in, pressing his lips against Draco's. He wasn't fazed when there was no response. He just parted his lips and licked over Draco's lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. When Draco still didn't respond Harry pulled away. Looking at Draco he could see he'd done enough for the day, now the Slytherin was going to need some time to take it all in and process it. And so he pulled away from Draco completely and stood up, holding a hand out to Draco, which was brushed aside and Draco stood up without his help, glaring at him viciously. "I've given you enough to think about for today. Let's go."

Draco looked at Harry's back in surprise, watching him move towards the door. He soon followed, though only cautiously, expecting to be pounced on at any moment. When Harry actually opened the door, Draco slipped outside quickly, feeling speechless.

"Don't look so surprised. McGonagall is expecting us." Harry just said and walked off down the corridor.

Draco followed at a slight distance, looking forwards to getting his wand back.