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Chapter Nine

"Well, spill!" Harry grumbled after ten torturous minutes of waiting. Draco was making this agonizingly hard; all Potter wanted was a straight and simple answer.

Draco glared at the boy-who-lived. He took a deep breath, held it a few seconds, and then took another one. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally muttering … something inaudible.

"Say it again?" Potter growled, impatience clouding his voice.

"You! Alright? You, Potter, it's you! I like you." During his small tirade, Malfoy had stood up, waving his arms about like a baby bird trying to fly, and spittle flying delicately from his mouth.

"Me?" Even though Malfoy had already spilled the beans, which was what got them into this detention mess, Harry was still surprised. A warm, giddy feeling spread through his body. Dreams, they were coming true.

Thinking this reminded him of the previous night's dream…

… The wind blew through the open window, ruffling the red and gold curtains hanging around his bed. A door creaked and the sound of shuffling feet reached his ears.

"Ron, is that you?" Harry had murmured, his eyes shifting around until he found the face peaking through the ruffled curtains. Instead of seeing red hair, he aw white-blonde. "Malfoy?"

"Yes, it's me, you idiot!" Draco muttered as he moved the curtains aside, sliding in net to the scarred boy. He placed his mussed blonde-haired head in he crook of Harry's shoulder and wrapped his arms around the brunette's waist.

Harry felt kisses trail up the side of his neck and up to his jawline. He shuddered in ecstasy, his erection beginning to show itself. Draco continued to make his way to Potter's mouth, licking and kissing every inch of his face before placing a huge, wet, slobbering kiss on the zigzag scar which graced Harry's forehead.

Harry moaned and dragged Malfoy's lips down to his own, moving him until the scarred boy was on top, kissing the trail of hair down Draco's body. Draco shuddered and groaned, a pale hand clasping Harry's hair and dragging him further onto himself.

"Mmm, Draco." Harry muttered as he pushed his boxers shorts down his thighs so that he could reach Draco's large erection. He kissed the tips and licked the small amount of precum off it.

Draco groaned once more and pushed the dark-haired boy onto him. Harry took him all in in one big gulp. Then he proceeded to swallow around him. Over and over again, until Draco could stand no more.

"I'm cumming!" He shouted, his cum spurting down Harry's throat until he was full to the brim. After he had caught his breath, he said, "Now you, Potter."

Then Draco had sucked him off in much the same way…

…That morning, Harry had woken up with a raging erection, and, after sneakily getting to the shower and jumping into the hot spray, he had jerked himself off and the orgasm was one of the best he had ever had.

"Yes," said Draco, resigned. "You." He hung his head and let a stray tear fall from his eyes. If his father found out that his one and only son, heir to his empire and estate, was as gay as they come, he would have a fit! Not metaphorically, but a real, horrible fit.

"Well, uh, good." Harry managed to get out before the ultimate feeling of glee ran towards his brain and took control of his speech. He smiled at the blonde and then hung his own, head. Let's see how far we can take this. He smiled and insanely wide grin.

I will hopefully have chapter ten up by Friday, but if I don't, I will be back next week! PLEASE REVIEW! and another round of applause for BlankIndexCard's amazing work! Love, Eleviel