A/N: Those of you who didn't like the previous sexual references might not want to read this chapter (and the following two), because our dear wizards take it a little bit further than just references here...
10. --hiccup--
Harry returns from a hard day's work with impossible students and looks rather beat. Draco looks up from the papers he is grading, and says, "You're looking awfully roughled today."
"I had a rough night," Harry says and refers to the detentions that he had to supervise.
Draco slowly gets up from his armchair. "Want me to make it even rougher for you?" He approaches the raven-haired young man almost stealthily, a kinky smile on his lips.
Harry studies him suspiciously. "Depends on what you mean with 'rougher'?" he points out firmly.
The blonde stops before him, taking his hands in his. He looks deeply into Harry's emerald eyes, and when he purrs out his suggestion their lips are only a couple inches apart. "Well, I could always go down on you..." To emphasise this, he seductively licks his lips and moves one hand to the belt in Harry's trousers.
"--hiccup--"
Draco fumbles with the belt. "What? Was that a yes?" He chuckles obscenely.
"--hiccup--"
He removes the belt. "Am I being too rough on you?" Expecting a No so he can continue.
"--hiccup--"
Draco snaps. He's never been very patient, and he's never much liked silences. "Hey! Answer me, you bloody git! Do you want me to blow you or not?"
"--hiccup-- ... I... --hiccup-- ... want... --hiccup-- ..." Harry tries to convey his wishes to Draco, but all that comes out is hiccups. Bloody annoying.
"Yes?" the blonde demands, his fingers on the top-most button in Harry's trousers.
"I want you to... --hiccup--"
"Oh, shut up with the hiccoughing already!" Draco shouts angrily, slapping Harry's face.
"Ouch. Sorry, mate. --hiccup--"
The blonde cannot believe his own ears. The fury that now rises from deeply within him is so cold and black that it threatens to devour him. "WHAT did you call me?"
Harry blinks blankly. "Er... mate?"
"How dare you?" Draco yells, and slaps him anew. "Is that all I am to you? A mate?"
Harry hesitates and tries to back away from the furious blonde. "Well, no..."
But that won't do, either. "So I'm not even a mate now, am I?" he states, and Harry knows he's just trying to snare him and make him say the wrong thing so he can slap him again.
"No, that's not what I..." he begins.
"Then speak up for yourself, you bloody prissy hiccoughing fool!" the blonde bellows, spit flying everywhere.
Harry stops a while in astonishment. "I'm not hiccoughing anymore."
The blonde crosses his arms over his chest. "Well, good for you!" he says accusatory.
Harry clears his throat. "What I wanted to say--" He takes a hold of Draco's arms and bends them loose. "--was that you're more than just a mate to me--" He puts the blonde's arms around his waist and pulls him closer. "--you're everything to me--" He kisses Draco's cheeks lightly, then the corners of his mouth. "--and I would love to be blown by you." He finishes his sentence by directing Draco's left hand to his buttocks.
"Thank you!" the blonde says incredulously, but he is no longer mad. He smiles, and he is blushing because of all the nice things Harry has said about him. Then, in a jocular tone, he says, "Mind if I start now?"
"--hiccup--"
Draco instantly pulls free of him and stalks up to the door - it slams shut behind him.
Harry hurries after him. "Wha-- Hey! Dray, wait! --hiccup--"