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Warning: Oral sex scene ahead! Yummy!

On a more random note; bloody children's stair gates suck, I leant against it gently and it came away from the door frame and I fell through the door, onto my backside, bloody toe hurts too.

Chapter Eleven

Only a day had passed since Harry and Draco had the potions accident. It was Saturday and Madam Pomfrey had allowed two visitors per patient. Ron and Hermione were currently stationed either side of Harry's bed.

Ron hated seeing Harry like this, looking over at his girlfriend he said, "It reminds me of the time you were here after being petrified. Except that was worse as you were still, at least we can see Harry breathing and occasionally we can see his facial expression change, as it would when dreaming."

Nodding at Ron, Hermione lent over the bed and took hold of Ron's hand, "I know what you mean; all of us have far too much experience with this hospital wing. It wouldn't surprise me if they put up a plaque declaring us the people who have been here the most."

Letting go of Ron's hand Hermione picked up Harry's hand, rubbing circles on his palm. "I am apprehensive and want Harry to wake, but because we know the effects of the potion it is reassuring to know that Harry is not suffering. He is just dreaming, we also know it's not a bad dream, as it shows your heart's desire and surly that is a pleasant thing to dream about?"

Ron didn't look convinced ,"Not really, what if Harry was dreaming of his parents, it can't be very nice to be reminded of that." Glancing at Harry it did look like he was in a peaceful sleep.

"I guess he may be dreaming but is unaware that he is dreaming, at least if he is dreaming of a life where his parents are alive he wouldn't know any different, he will only feel sad once he wakes and realises it was all a dream."

Both Ron and Hermione were trying their best to ignore the other two visitors who were sat at Draco's bedside. Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson were sat talking to Draco, hoping that he might be able to hear. Hermione had to turn away and stifle a giggle when she saw Pansy pull out a hairbrush and start brushing Draco's hair. It was a funny picture; even Hermione who didn't talk to Draco knew he would hate it if he knew she was brushing his hair.

"I wonder what Malfoy is dreaming about." Hermione pondered out loud.

"I'm actually surprised he has a heart, you need one to know your heart's desire but I guess even the ferret must have one." Ron said this loud enough for Draco's visitors to hear.

Tutting at Ron, Hermione said in a whisper, "Of course he has a heart; he didn't turn Harry over to the snatchers." Come to think of it Draco seemed subdued on the Hogwarts express, he didn't even bother to try and antagonise Ron or Harry.

A few moments later, during a pause in their conversation Hermione and Ron overheard the end of a conversation between Pansy and Blaise.

"…McGonagall was trying to pacify Lucius when I arrived here this afternoon." Pansy looked rather pleased to be offering Blaise a bit of gossip he didn't know.

"Lucius was demanding that Draco was allowed to return to the manor, but McGonagall managed to convince him that he should wake soon and Madam Pomfrey was the best person to take care of Draco once he was awake." Blaise merely nodded his head, stood and told Pansy that visiting hours were over and he was leaving to go do his charms homework.

Just then Madam Pomfrey came out of her office and ushered the remaining visitors out.

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Ron was looking a lot better when Harry arrived to pick him up, Ron declared shot gun so Hermione had to sit in the back. Harry enjoyed driving, he had an old, barley drivable heap of a car, but it was his. He worked during college and had a trust fund with a small amount in that was left to him by his parents, but only he could access it once he turned eighteen. Using the money he saved from his job and his trust fund Harry had purchased a second hand car and new clothes, as there was no way he was going to uni in Dudley's old hand me downs.

It didn't take long to get back to halls, but Harry stayed with Ron for a while, he didn't want to appear rude by leaving early. Finally at about 4pm Harry text messaged Draco to ask if he was free. Once Harry received a reply saying that he was, and to come on over, he told Ron he was leaving to go see Draco.

Draco met him out in the hall, so Harry didn't have to knock and wait for someone to answer. Feeling more relaxed at the sight of Draco, Harry was surprised that he was becoming so dependent on his company to feel at ease. Draco was wearing grey slim fit jeans, a casual white shirt rolled up to his elbows, with the top few buttons undone, his shirt was un-tucked and he was bare footed. Draco gave Harry a brief kiss as a hello and then turned to walk back to his room.

Harry always enjoyed walking behind Draco, instead of in front, that way he could admire the view, Draco had a mighty fine ass. It appeared as if Draco was in the middle of an assignment, half typed on his computer. Following Harry's gaze Draco explained that he was almost done and then they could maybe go grab a bite to eat somewhere. Draco sat down at his desk and started typing; Harry sat on the edge of the bed watching Draco, learning the outline of his jaw and features, committing them to memory.

A short while later Draco declared that he was done and he joined Harry on the bed. Draco put his arm around Harry's shoulders and used his other arm to grab Harry's top part of his arm and pull him so Harry was now facing Draco on the bed. Lifting Harry's chin so he was looking directly at him, Draco removed Harry's glasses and littered Harry's face with kisses, he then closed Harry's eyes and placed a gentle kiss on each eyelid.

Once he pulled away he returned Harry's glasses, "I have been fantasising about touching, caressing and kissing your face from the moment I first saw you at the uni shop." Standing and putting on socks and shoes, Draco picked up his wallet and keys and indicated that he was ready to leave.

Feeling reluctant to leave Draco's room Harry followed him into the hall, Dinner did sound good but staying locked in Draco's room making out all night sounded better.

They ate at a local pizzeria and talked for most part, enjoying each other's company and getting to know one another better. Draco insisted on paying the bill, Harry tried to protest but Draco said he wanted to pay as it was his allowance from his father and it was his aim to spend as much of it as possible, any way to annoy his father Draco did it. Draco smiled at the thought of Lucius' reaction if he knew he was using the money to buy his boyfriend dinner. Lucius knew Draco was gay but refused to accept it and told anyone who would listen that he knew it was Draco's way of rebelling and it was just a phase.

They went back to Draco's room and soon were entwined, fully clothed on his bed. Harry was led on his back and Draco was propped up on his side, leaning on his elbow, legs entangled in Harry's. They were taking a breather after a heavy snogging session, soon Harry's stomach was doing flip flops as Draco lifted up Harry's t-shirt and started caressing his abs, Draco then straddled Harry and continued his attention to his torso, and giving gentile kisses up and down his body. Harry could feel Draco's breath ghosting over his skin; it made him squirm in anticipation and pleasure.

Feeling restricted by his t-shirt Harry removed it and pulling Draco into a heated kiss started undoing Draco's shirt. Moaning against Draco's mouth, Harry broke the kiss and flipped their positions, so now he was the one straddling Draco. Harry spent a long time worshiping Draco's body, Draco had been rendered speechless and would only, moan and groan under the attention of Harry's hands and mouth.

Things soon turned steamy as Harry was getting off watching Draco, and Draco was being touched all over by Harry, it wasn't enough Harry craved more. Whilst kissing Draco, Harry was holding the side of Draco's face with one hand and the other he was undoing Draco's belt. Pulling away from Harry, Draco understood what Harry was asking and he lifted his bum off the bed and allowed Harry to remove his trousers.

Licking his lips as he watched the bulge in Draco's boxers twitch, the last bit of Harry's restraint crumbled. Kissing along Draco's abdomen, he slid the tips of his fingers over the top of the waist band of Draco's boxers, flicking his eyes up to Draco's face in time to see him tilt his head back, face flushed and lips parted in a gentle moan. Harry barely heard Draco's soft, lust filled voice saying, "Please Harry…if you continue the way you are, I will come…please."

Harry pulled down Draco's boxers and Draco kicked them off. Harry had momentarily stopped what he was doing, sat back on his heels, he was admiring the sight of Draco's fully erect cock throbbing and just asking to be touched.

Giving Draco a slow and passionate kiss, Harry aligned himself in front of Draco's erection and took hold of it in one hand, with a firm grip he slowly started to stroke Draco's shaft, up and down, using the other hand Harry started tracing feather light touches over Draco's balls. After a few moments he sped up his strokes, Draco had his eyes closed and was withering in pleasure. Harry started kissing along Draco's shaft and this was enough to send Draco over the edge.

Harry continued to wank Draco until he was sure he had ridden out his orgasm. Sitting back on his heels Harry looked down at the truly gorgeous Draco, he looked even sexier with the 'I just came' contented look on his face. Climbing off him, Harry crawled up to the top of the bed and kissed Draco softly. Once Draco had composed himself he told Harry that he wanted to return the favour, Harry removed his trousers and boxers and laid down as requested.

Draco was sat up, eyes roaming over Harry's naked form. "Have you heard of the clock Harry?" frowning Harry said no he hadn't.

"Well this is what I'm about to perform on you, let me explain. You take hold of your partners cock with your left hand …" as Draco said this he did just that.

"Then you move your left hand UP the shaft, as soon as that hand reaches the top you do the same with your right hand, repeating this twelve times, then you reverse this and stroke DOWN the shaft with each hand Eleven times…." By this point Harry had started moaning.

"Then you continue this with each number of the clock, you stroke the required amount, alternating between upward strokes and then downward strokes, counting down the clock until you reach one." Draco continued his promise of preforming the clock and by the time Draco reached One Harry had exploded all over Draco's hands and his stomach.

After resting next to each other for a bit, both boys took it in turns to have separate showers and Draco lent Harry some clean boxers. They climbed into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

A/N:Tom Felton/Draco Malfoy is one good looking man, type the following in your toolbar/search engine :

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