A/N: You can read the disclaimer and other stuff at the beginning of the first part.
Thanks to my bèta spicykittins! xD

On the Tenth Day

When the last class was finally over, Draco almost pushed his way through the crowded room.
'Oi, Malfoy! Watch were you're going,' Antony Goldstein complained. Instead of picking a fight, Draco just glared at him and hurried along.
'Draco! Wait!' Pansy's high-pitched voice cried after him. 'Were are you going?'
He didn't wait for her though. Instead he called, 'Sorry, Pans, I'm in a hurry. See you at diner.' Well, except he hoped he wouldn't be able to join her in the Great Hall.
Although yesterday had been amazing – he'd loved to know more about that spell – he'd discovered he'd missed the boy. Of course the quills were quite inventive and erotic, but he'd realized that he'd missed the other's soft voice, his sweet kisses, his gentle, yet strong, touches.

By the time he reached The Room he desperately hoped that he wouldn't be the first. When he opened the door however, his eyes fell on the bed; the sheets were still rumpled from last night. Disappointment coursed through him. He stepped inside and then darkness hit him again. An sob escaped him, but was drowned by the words of the boy behind him, 'Oh gods, I missed you so much!'
He wrapped his arms around Draco and gently pushed him forwards, inside the room. As soon as Draco heard the door close, he was pushed against it. The boy pressed his body against his and pressed his mouth to Draco's in a brandied haze of lust. Draco groaned and kissed him eagerly back. 'You missed me?,' he panted between kisses, 'You bloody tease.'
The boy chuckle lowly. 'Did you like it?' The question turned to a moan, when Draco buried his hands in soft hair and pulled his head back. Draco's nose bumped into a firm chin and he nibbled on it before he leaned in to lick a trail to the boy's collarbone. The hiss it elicited, sent awave of energy surging through him. Franticly he began to tug at clothes, cursing the darkness, that prevented him to find the buttons any faster.

Suddenly hand grabbed his wrists and stopped him. What …?
'Draco, are you sure?' the boy suddenly sounded serious and a bit insecure. 'We can wait, you know. Until you know who I am.'
But Draco was having none of that, 'Yes, I'm sure!' he exclaimed. 'I'm as sure as I'm ever going to get. I don't care any more, even if you'd turn out to be Harry Bloody Potter himself, so kiss me.'
He was met with silence. Anxiously he wondered if he'd just ruined his chance with this boy.
'Please,' he said softly. Apparently his mother had been right; it really was the magic word. The boy kissed him, not franticly, but sweet and tenderly. It felt wonderful. Draco parted his lips and touched the other's tongue with his own. The boy whimpered. He wrapped his arms around Draco's waist to lift him up and carry him to the bed, probably. Absent-mindedly Draco realized he must have used that spell again, instead of the powder.
Instead of laying him down, he put Draco to his feet and started undressing him. He moved reverently. He ran his hands down Draco's chest and tugged at his shirt. Warm, searching hands slipped beneath the hem, up along his chest and onto his back.

All of a sudden he felt a wave of magic and he yelped when he felt almost all of his clothes slither off his body, leaving his standing in nothing but a pair of black pants.
'Sorry, but you were wearing too many clothes,' the voice was a mix of amusement and awe. To hide his embarrassment Draco asked. 'What happened to that patience you talked about so much?'
'Patience has left the building,' the boy murmured against his throat. His hands began to roam and explore his chest.
Draco made an indefinable sound and the other explained, 'A Muggle expression.'
But Muggles were the last thing on Draco's mind when a calloused finger brushed lightly against a nipple. A wave of pleasure was sent through his body and his hands snaked to the boy's back, so he could press them flush together. Their erections brushed against each other through the thin fabric of Draco's pants and the boy's trousers. They both moaned.
'You too … too many clothes,' managed Draco to say. The other seemed to understand as another wave of magic now prickled his almost naked skin.
'Oh gods!' He whimpered when he felt the warm, naked skin under his fingers. He let his hand slid over a muscular back and felt the body warmth. The drumming of his heart filled his ears, and the scent of the skin under his fingers, made him dizzy.
His fingers pressed into the naked flesh of the boy who reacted by bucking against him.
The feeling of their cocks against each other, separated only by their pants, made stars explode behind his eyes. Helplessly he started moving against the other, rubbing franticly. The boy pressed his lips in the curve of Draco's neck and kissed the faded hickeys he'd made earlier. When Draco tried to shove his leg between the other's thighs, he made a small sound in the back of his throat.

'Wait!' The single word hit him like a Bludger in the stomach. The other obviously wanted to push him away and he had enough of it.
'Oh no, you're not leaving me behind again, all hot and bothered!'
He tried to grab the boy and whirled around with waving arms. The thought that he must look ridicules only fuelled his anger.
'No, wait, Draco! You don't understand,' the boy sounded slightly desperate, 'I just didn't want it to end so soon. You're so hot and I've wanted this for so long. Kiss you, hold you, touch you!'
Draco stilled. 'You didn't want to leave me?'
'Merlin, no! I wish we could stay together in this room. Wish you would always be this way around me.' His breath hitched.
Draco stretched his arm and felt around he got a hold of the boy. He pulled him in his arms and kissed him softly. 'I don't want to lie to you, or make empty promises, but I'll try to keep an open mind and keep in mind what I learned about you, okay?'
When he kissed the boy again he felt moisture on his cheek. It seemed that the uncertainty about how Draco would react, was getting to him after all those days.
'For a person who has waited so long to touch me, as he claims, you're not very eager to get me on the bed,' he complained. Well, I never said I was the comforting kind of guy, did I?
'You prat,' the other said but Draco heard him smile. Maybe I could do the comforting thing.
He squeaked when he was suddenly pushed down on the bed. Sprawled on the cool, untidy sheets, his vision still gone, he waited for the other to join him.
'You're so beautiful,' he heard whisper. The boy leaned in and kissed him passionately.
Draco slipped one hand into the soft hair of the boy as the other started exploring his body, with his tongue. When he felt the boy slither down his body, Draco dropped his hand. His bellybutton was being tongue and there seemed to be a direct connection to his cock, which twitched in anticipation.

Finally the boy was coming to rest between his legs. And then he kissed Draco's inner thigh. Licked along his hipbone. Trailed his tongue along the waistband of his pants, until at last, he pressed his mouth to the bulge straining against the thin, black fabric.
'Oh – gods!' The heat of his breath through the damp fabric was driving him crazy. 'Please, oh please,' he hardly knew what he was begging for until he got it.
Hands pulled the black fabric away and his cock sprang free. Fingers gripped it lightly and it felt so amazing, to have someone else touch him there.
's brilliant,' he gasped and couldn't image that it could get any better. And then warm, wet lips closed around the head and sucked lightly. He whimpered helplessly and threw his head back against the bed. When he started trashing about, the boy held his hips and took him further in his mouth. Draco thought he would have come right that moment had he been able to watch it. The boy pressed his tongue against the vein at the underside of his cock and then started bobbing his head. Draco's world spiralled out of control and it was too much and yet not enough. Never enough.
'I – I need – ' Even though he never finished his sentence the boy knew exactly what it was he needed. He increased the speed of his mouth.
'Oh, Merlin! So amazing! Feels like flying,' Draco panted.
The boy paused and urged him on. 'Let go, Draco. I'll catch you!'
While the pressure was building, those words triggered a memory and he remembered strong fingers grabbing him, holding on to him, while the fire roared around them. And suddenly it all came together and made sense; the daring moves of someone who kept his identity a secret, the familiar voice telling him, 'I'm amazed with all the possibilities that magic gives' and saying the Dark Lord's name, the certainty of the boy that Draco would hex him.
The discovery was overwhelming. He had so many thoughts, so many questions, but instead of expressing them, he did just what he was told and let go.
His fingers tightened in the soft hair as he rocked back and forth.
'Potter,' he moaned. The other boy stiffened immediately and nearly choked as Draco's body shuddered through his climax. While white stars still burst behind his eyes, the boy fled. A 'Finite' echoed through the room and the scent of sex was heavy in the air.

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Ten fingers stroking
Nine quills caressing
Eight frogs a-jumping
Seven cherries crushing
Six questions answered
A FIVE-PETALED ROSE
Four buttons opened
Three hidden hickeys
Two nibbled ears,
And a sweet kiss, when I couldn't see.