Happy New Year!

My gift to you on this fine day is, of course, what you've all been waiting (and pestering me) for :]

Thank you once again for all your fabulous reviews! (I meant to post this on Christmas but totally forgot...forgive me)

I know this may not be what some people were expecting but don't stop reading...Stay tuned for the next chapter...DON'T GIVE UP ON ME!

As Harry's hand went to the waistband of his trousers blue eyes met green and Draco understood exactly what he was after.

"Wait..."

"I'm done waiting, I want you, now"

He cut off any further complaints from Draco with yet another angry kiss. Surprised Draco allowed Harry to pull off first his own, and then the other boys tie and start unbuttoning their shirts. It was only when they were both bare chested and Harry's hand was sliding down to his waist that Draco managed to break for a desperate gasp for air.

"Harry..." The brunette instead moved to his neck as Draco tried to look at him "Harry...look at me" Draco tried to keep his voice normal as Harry licked his pulse but the Boy Who Lived looked up and Draco fought not to recoil at the fury in his eyes.

"Um...never mind..."

"No... What is it Draco?" He raised an eyebrow still looking as if he's very much like to bite down extremely hard on the neck he had only recently stopped tasting.

"What's the matter? Why the..." he gestured vaguely "Evil eye?"

Harry sat back on his heels, which really wasn't the best move, Draco thought vaguely as it only brought his lower half closer to the blonde's.

Watching his Gryffindor sigh deeply and rub his eyes Draco took the opportunity to quickly shove Harry off and gain the upper hand, straddling him happily Draco looked down into his green eyes and grinned. Harry only glowered.

"Oh come on Harry! Lighten up"

"Fuck you"

Draco raised an eyebrow as Harry grabbed a pillow and put it over his own face.

"Well that's grownup"

"Humpf"

With a slight smirk Draco trailed his fingers down the other boy's chest with a feather light touch, amused by Harry's shiver he ghosted his fingers down to his waist where he paused for a second before ripping the pillow from Harry's grasp and tossing it behind him with force.

"Now Potter play nice" he growled trying not to smirk at the expression on the others face before as he leant in to gently claim a kiss.

Not happy with the softness Draco was trying to convey, with the gentleness which he was cupping his face Harry growled and bit down on his lip...hard.

"Fuck!" Draco gasped pulling back abruptly as he tasted blood, his own blood and felt a swift, stinging pain "What the hell is the matter with you Potter?"

Not replying Harry only sat up and stole another kiss from a more wary Draco before he switched their positions. Draco moaned roughly as Harry's hand moved to his arousal and rubbed impossibly lightly as the boy bit down on Draco's smooth white neck.

"Oh Potter you've got to be kidding me..." Draco moaned his fingers in Harry's hair "This is when you decide to be all gentle?"

He felt rather than heard Harry's laugh against his skin as he removed his hand completely and used both elbows to support himself, as their lips met Harry brought his body down onto Draco's causing both Head Boys to gasp into each other's mouths. Instantly everything became a lot more heated. Their tongues twined with fervour as they moved against each other, trying to concentrate on the task in hand Draco resisted the urge to simply stay like that forever and somehow managed to instead to undo Harry's fly.

Feeling Harry smile against his mouth Draco raised an eyebrow out of habit although his eyes were closed before biting down hard on Harry's lower lip. Ha! Draco thought in triumph as Harry inhaled sharply and growled deep in his throat, he knew he was probably going to be retaliated against but it was so worth it.

The warmth was alarming. Draco, by nature, was a naturally cold person, his fingers were always icy and he had gotten used to being chilly. He partly blamed the Slytherin dungeons for that.

Harry's hands were warm, his lips were warm, his shoulders warm and even his chest seemed to radiate heat. Draco basked in the warmth as Harry's hands ran over his body, as his tongue and teeth explored his collar bone.

Somehow they lost their trousers and Draco was surprised to find himself second thinking what they were doing. How well did he actually know Harry? Not at all. But something about this just felt right.

Draco allowed Harry to top this one time graciously. After all, the brunette was ridiculously inexperienced for his age. As they moved together and cried out in ecstasy they clung to each other as if they were drowning, both for their own reasons.

Draco sighed deeply holding a dozing Harry in his embrace as they settled down to sleep.

"I can't do it..." Harry vaguely heard Draco whisper into his hair as he drifted off. "I'm sorry..."

The next morning Draco was gone.

A week passed, Harry became worried.

Months passed, he was extremely worried.

A year passed, Lord Voldemort fell under the wand of Harry Potter.

Six years passed, Harry forced himself to forget the Slytherin.

It wasn't until he was twenty-five that the two of them met again...

Yes I know it's short but I'm saving the full on deep meaningful descriptive sexiness for a bit later on. Stay tuned...all will be revealed later on I promise!

(evil laugh)