Disclaimer: See chapter one.

Rating: PG-14

A/N: I make the best spelling mistakes. I laughed out loud hard when I wrote 'letting out a groin, Harry collapsed…" Bahaha. 'A' and 'i' aren't even close on the keyboard. Does someone want to be my editor?

I was going to make this much longer, but I figured I needed to feed the starving readers. If I didn't update this tonight, I knew that it would still be another few weeks.

Chapter Eleven: Laying Down the Ground Rules

It was nearing lunch time. Draco hadn't emerged from his private room since breakfast, and his housemates were beginning to worry. Every half hour, Blaise threatened to stomp up there or kill Harry himself, but Millicent and Daphne calmed him done. Dean Thomas had somehow managed to get himself roped into the mess, his sentiments akin to Blaise's, but out of jealousy. The only person who did not appear distressed or worried was Pansy. She knew what was going on, even if it was only vaguely. Draco would never harm Harry. She knew that. She did not know, however, if Draco would easily forgive Harry for walking out on him. That, they would find out eventually.

It didn't take them too long to discover that Draco was not alone in his room like they had left him. Millicent crept up the stairs quietly and pressed her ear to the solid door. She could hear two very distinct male voices and nearly squealed in delight as she bounded ungracefully down the stairs to tell the others.

"Since when have you been a fan of Harry?" Pansy wondered, eyeing up her housemate suspiciously.

"Well, if I can't have him, I think that Draco should be the one to," she answered, the stupid grin still on her face.

"I think they would make a great couple," Daphne chimed in. "They would the hottest couple at Hogwarts, don't you think, Pansy?"

She nodded her reply and tried to drown out the chatter that had developed between the two girls about Draco and Harry, bordering on inappropriate.

Meanwhile, Harry stood with his hands on his hips before Draco, a stern expression on his face. Draco hadn't moved from the bed since they had started talking hours ago, and Harry began to notice. He, however, had more important things to discuss other than Draco's safe haven.

"I have a list of demands."

"Potter, that's not how these things work."

"This isn't a typical situation so I'm sure an exception can be made."

"Then I have a list of demands as well."

"Mine first."

"By all means, ladies go first."

"First off, I am not the woman in this relationship."

"I beg to differ."

"We haven't even had sex yet, but I know I will not like bottoming."

"You will enjoy bottoming, Potter, because it will be my cock up your arse."

"Secondly, no more 'Potter' or 'Malfoy.'"

"You're taking all the fun out of this relationship," Draco replied, pouting as he folded his arms over his chest for dramatic affect. "And to reiterate, you are the bottom."

"For all we know, you could enjoy it."

"I'm positive that I will enjoy it, Harry, but it's a fact that you're the female here."

"It is not!" Harry protested.

"There's nothing wrong with that."

"How is it a fact?"

"Because I seem to be taking the dominant role in situations and you naturally allow me. You want me to. You like that I take charge and I enjoy doing so."

"Third, stop being condescending."

"I'm not being condescending. I am merely stating truths."

"You're being a prat, is what you're doing."

"Are you finished your ridiculous list yet?"

"See, there you go again."

"Another fact, Harry."

"Fourth, I do not want this to be a secret. If we're going to be boyfriends, I want everyone to know."

"Oh, I'm touched," Draco responded sarcastically. "And why would you want such a thing?"

"You don't?"

"Stop making assumptions."

"Because you're mine, Draco, and I want everyone to know that."

"Everyone being those who want to jump me?"

"Especially them, yes."

"Very well."

"Also, I like PDAs, not your Neanderthal yanking me around by the arm business."

"I'll see what I can do."

There was a long pause in which Harry stood before Draco, pondering any more possible additions to the list. He tapped his bottom lip pensively with his finger as he stared up at the ceiling. If it had been anyone else, Draco would have thought he looked ridiculous and cliché. It was Harry, however, he was dealing with and he couldn't help but think that the Gryffindor looked cute while he had difficulty thinking.

"I think that's it," Harry announced.

"Are you sure that's everything?"

Harry nodded in reply.

"So are we finished talking now?" Draco wondered, feigning boredom as he studied his nails.

"I thought you had a list too."

"I just said that."

"Six: no lying."

"Potter, if you make this list any longer, I'm going to have to rethink this."

"You're being condescending and you called me by my surname."

"Well, that is your name, Harry, in case you have forgotten. And you should consider looking up 'condescending' in the dictionary because I think you have it confused with something else."

"Like what?"

"I'm not going to be the sissy boyfriend you want me to be," Draco stated evenly. "I'm not nice. I don't want to be. It's boring, tedious, no fun. If I want to call you names, I will, Harry. I'm not belittling you. Consider them pet names and my way of showing you affection."

"I don't want you to be a sissy."

"Yes, you do. You want me to be nice and not to say mean things, even if they're true. I won't be like that, Harry, so if that's what you want, you should look elsewhere."

"I don't want to look elsewhere," Harry mumbled, drawing closer to Draco.

"Good."

Grabbing Harry's fidgeting hands, Draco pulled him forward and into his lap. Harry quickly adjusted to sitting astride the blond, his arms draped around Draco's shoulders, his ass finding the right fit against Draco's groin. His lips were pursed, trying not to reveal what Harry's shifting did to him. A small squeak filled Draco's ears when he grasped a handful of Gryffindor ass, pulling him impossibly closer.

"You know, Hermione will probably send a search party soon," Harry began, looking past Draco at his watch. "Lunch is nearly over."

"Speaking of lunch, I'm ravenous," Draco replied huskily.

Soft thin lips found the hollow of Harry's throat impossibly quick, a tongue darting out to taste the skin warm beneath. Harry dipped his head lower to allow him better access. A fistful of blond hair made sure that the soft lips stayed against heated skin, prolonging the butterflies in Harry's stomach.

"Draco," Harry began softly, whispering into his hair, "everyone's probably worried about you."

"Shut it, Potter," Draco growled back.

A small bite on Harry's collarbone silenced him promptly. Shivers snaked down Harry's back as Draco's fingers found purchase underneath his shirt, his nails biting gently into the flesh they found. The kisses on his neck were no longer enough. Harry cupped Draco's face in his hands and directed his mouth to his lips. There was still a hint of playfulness even as passion overrode all gentleness. Draco winced when Harry's inexperienced mouth brought their teeth together, but the brunet quickly made up for it with a sweep of his tongue against Draco's.

Moaning into the mouth that readily assaulted his own, Draco's mind did more doing than thinking. He held tight to the wanton young man in his lap so that he could reverse their positions. Stealing a glance at his lover laid out across his bed, lust pounded through his veins as he realized that this was exactly what he had strived for, for years.

It took Harry longer than normal to process that Draco, albeit astride him, was no longer kissing him. He cracked a weary eyelid, wondering if it was safe to look.

Abrupt fully-bellied laughter shattered Draco's reverie. This had to have been the first time in recorded history that a boy laughed when Draco was on top. Sending the Gryffindor the coldest look he could muster proved to be difficult but still achievable. Most of his effort went into hiding his embarrassment. He had been caught ogling. Malfoy's didn't ogle. Not publicly, at least.

Gripping his sides in a fit of controllable laughter, Harry managed to get out, "You had the goofiest grin look on your face! You looked like Dopey!"

Because Draco had no idea what a 'Dopey' was, he instantly assumed that it had to be a Muggle reference.

"Potter, you know I don't read that ridiculous Muggle propaganda they called 'literature.' What are you on about?"

"Oh, come on! You know the look I'm talking about."

"Hardly." Draco was definitely miffed.

The laughter subsided and now Harry was plagued by small hiccups that Draco would have found cute if he hadn't been suppressing the urge to throttle Harry in a non-sexual way… which gave him ideas.

"Men don't laugh when I'm on top."

"Clearly none of them have seen that face."

"I'm not impressed, Potter."

The smile vanished quickly from Harry's face. The blond's tone was undeniably dangerous and in that moment Harry knew he was in trouble. He knew also knew that he would like it.