Disclaimer: Deep in the jungle, there is a magical monkey that farts every time someone is born, by the time that monkey stops farting, I will still not own Harry Potter. Although I DO claim sole credit for Professor DeLuna...XD

Warning: Some hard language, and Slash (yaoi, shonen-ai), Femme-Slash (yuri, shoujo-ai) don't like, don't read. Also, this is mildly AU (As in, Fred Weasley is alive along with Remus and Sirius-who came back from the veil...Tonks is still dead, though XD).

Chapter Eight: How It All Started Pt. 2

-Flashback-

Harry didn't know exactly when he had started finding Malfoy attractive, but he knew when the temptation became too much for him to handle.

It had been the day when he had tried to return Malfoy's wand to him...and Malfoy had, predictably, acted like a bastard...and Harry...kissed him.

'I'm SUCH an idiot!' thought Harry angrily, 'WHY the HELL did I KISS him! What demon from hell could have possessed me to make me DO such a STUPID thing? Grrr!'

But then, to Harry's utter shock, Malfoy had...had...propositioned him!

And Harry had accepted...and fucked Malfoy.

Which was currently what Harry was still trying to wrap his head around.

The thought, 'Hey! I fucked Draco Malfoy!' hadn't yet sunk in, but Harry knew that when it did, there would be hell to pay.

But the next time Harry saw Malfoy, the temptation to fuck him again had once again, been too much for him to handle.

And after fucking him almost every night for two weeks, Harry knew he had a BIG problem. Stupid sexy Malfoy.

It wasn't Harry's fault that the thought of Malfoy writhing underneath him gave him a hard on! It wasn't Harry's fault that the notion of having the arrogant, proud prat on his hands and knees, taking it up the arse was so damn sexy, it almost made Harry jizz in his pants! And it certainly wasn't Harry's fault that Malfoy had a damn attractive and tight arse! Nope, uh uh, not his fault at ALL! It was TOTALLY Malfoy's fault that Harry couldn't keep his hands off of him for more than twenty-four hours at a time. It was also Malfoy's fault that Harry had to sometimes take Malfoy more than one time a night.

"Psst! Malfoy!" hissed Harry.

"Potter? What are you-Mmmfrg!" said Malfoy as Harry pulled him into a dingy broom closet and did wicked things to him.

In no time at all, Malfoy was nude, on his hands and knees and prepared. Harry slid into him with a low groan and began to thrust in and out with quick snaps of his hips, pumping Malfoy's leaking cock in his hand. And as both of them came with muffled screams, Harry realized, with horror, that he was addicted to Malfoy.

Well fuck.

AN: Sorry about the wait! Had a bit of a crisis yesterday and I couldn't update again...but yeah...If I get three or more reviews, I will update tomorrow! I promise!

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-Reggie