Chapter Twelve

***Lemony goodness to follow. You have been warned.***

"This is crazy," Harry groaned.

"Let's think about it later." Draco sighed against his lips.

They writhed together in sensual enjoyment, their limbs tangling and lips pressed together.

"Merlin, the things you do to me, Draco," Harry said in between a series of smoldering kisses.

Draco said nothing in return; he just ripped off Harry's scarf and threw it on the floor. If only Harry knew just how quickly he could make Draco hard.

"Naked," Harry panted, his mind still a haze of drunken lust and unfulfilled fantasies, "I need us to be naked right now."

Draco pulled away quickly so he could shrug off his vest and unbutton his shirt while Harry was busy doing the same to himself. Yes, naked was good, naked was the best thing ever, Draco thought as they both rid themselves of trousers and underwear. When all of their clothing had finally been removed, Draco lowered himself over Harry again. Fuck, this was wonderful, Draco hummed to himself. Harry's skin was so soft and smooth. He kissed Harry again, letting his tongue trail over the brunet's lips, begging for entrance. Harry complied easily, opening his mouth and letting Draco's tongue inside. Salazar, Harry tasted like chocolate and whiskey. How did he live without such delicacies? Draco wondered. It was a heady combination and Draco could not get enough. He reached a hand up to thread through Harry's hair. His hair was always so soft and sexy. It wasn't like Draco's, whose hair was silken and pristine, but it held an appeal that Draco could not resist. He'd never understand why he liked it so much.

Harry's fingers were trailing down his spine and when they reached the base, he gave an excited shiver. One of Harry's hands squeezed at his ass which caused him to thrust forward.

"Oh, Merlin, yes…" Harry breathed into the space between their lips.

Aha, there's an idea. Draco pulled away.

"What're you, no, come ba-"

Draco reached for his wand next him on the covers.

"You're just all kinds of prepared, aren't you?" Harry commented when he saw what Draco pulled out.

"Always," Draco said. He sat up on his knees, straddling Harry. With a flick of the wrist, Draco conjured a small puddle of slippery liquid in his palm before tossing his wand onto the sheets once more. He rubbed his hands together quickly (ugh, really the sound of lube was just…disgusting) and then put one hand on Harry's cock and the other on his own.

"Fuck, Draco…" Harry hissed, his eyes shut tight and his hands twisted into the sheets.

But this is not what Draco had planned. In fact, he had planned to kiss Harry good night, and head home. He continued to stroke them both for another minute and then he wiped the excess off on his lower stomach. Then he leaned back down and pressed their bodies close again.

"Why did you –oh…." Harry moaned when Draco started moving his hips.

Oh….indeed. Friction and lube did wonders. Their bodies slid against one another sensuously. Harry reached up to hold onto Draco's shoulders as he continued to thrust. Eventually Harry got the idea and began to thrust back. Draco held himself up on his elbows, his forehead pressed to Harry's.

"Wrap your legs around me," Draco whispered.

Harry did, crossing his ankles, which only pulled Draco closer.

"Why don't – ugh – why don't people do this – ah – all the time?" Harry groaned beneath him.

"Because-" Draco responded, giving a particularly sharp thrust that almost made Harry scream in pleasure, "because if they did – fuck – they'd never get anything else done."

They continued like that at a slow pace for what seemed like hours. Sweat began dripping off Draco's forehead and down his neck. Harry's fingers dug into the skin on his shoulders. Their chests and stomachs and pelvises slid together so perfectly, coated in sweat and lube and pre-cum. Draco lost himself when Harry brought his lips up to his neck and started sucking.

"Harry," Draco nearly whimpered, his hips thrusting even faster now. "Don't stop, don't stop."

Harry didn't seem to have any plans for stopping. He just kept sucking and Draco heard an occasional whimper, though he wasn't sure if the whimper was from him or Harry. He was sucking at the span of Draco's neck that made his toes curl and his body shiver. Draco reached one arm under Harry's so he could grip his shoulder and thrust faster and faster.

Fuck! Harry was still sucking and biting on Draco's neck, Merlin, the hickey was going to be so purple. When Harry licked a straight line from that spot all the way up to his ear, Draco felt the tightening in his balls and the pit of his stomach.

"Please, Draco, you have to cum; I can't last much longer," Harry panted into his ear.

Oh and he did, Merlin did he cum. But it seemed he wasn't the only one. He felt Harry's body jerk up into his and he heard Harry whimper his name and a string of muffled curse words. They were climaxing at the same time in between their bodies, clutching one another, shuddering, and moaning.

And for those few spectacular moments it felt like they were all alone in the world. Everything was Harry, and Draco, and sex, and heat, and raw passion.

They were shaking. Draco collapsed on top of Harry, who just wrapped his arms around his sweaty back and held him close.

"Perfect," Draco breathed. "You're perfect."

No, Harry thought a moment later, they were perfect. If only he'd had the voice to let those words come out.

Harry awoke, slightly confused as his eyes focused on the wall across from him. Not only that, but someone was snuggled against his back holding his waist almost possessively. Then it came back to him, Draco's body as it covered him, the feel of the man thrusting and sliding against him. He let out a small moan as images came back to him.

"Mmm….how can you be this gorgeous in the morning." Draco said, kissing the back of Harry's neck.

"I'm not," Harry said, trying to scoot away. Draco's arms tightened around him, slowly letting his lips move over Harry's skin. "God stop it, you got what you wanted last night."

"Come on love, you're hard as a rock." Draco said, letting his hand snake down to wrap around Harry's hard erection.

"Don't care, it'll go away or I'll take care of it in the shower." Harry said, trying to pull away again. Draco pushed him to his stomach, moving over the other man. "Draco." Harry whined.

"I want to be buried in this gorgeous as of yours, Potter." Draco growled against his ear, and Harry's heart stopped. Suddenly his brain cleared and he remembered the conversation from the club.

"I think he's losing his edge." Theo slipped in. "I found and easy pick up for him, and he actually said no."

"Which one?" Terry asked curiously.

"The brunet in the black shirt and trousers by the bar." Theo said motioning with his glass and Terry looked over at the bar and then turned back to Draco as smooth and calculating as ever.

"Maybe you are losing it." Terry replied. "I'd be afraid to pick up Harry Potter if I were you."

Draco spat out his drink and turned his face sharply to squint across the room at the brunet once again. "There is no bloody way that's Harry fucking Potter."

"Come one Draco." Terry needled. "He's gay you know. I'm sure you'd have a chance with him, he's toned down a lot since school I've heard."

"What?"

"I'm willing to bet that you couldn't get him," Terry added. "One hundred galleons say you couldn't get past his front door."

Draco pulled back shocked. "I'm sorry, what?"

Terry chuckled, but there was an edge to his voice when he spoke. "It's just a bet, Draco. You guys are famous for your bets, I've heard you'll bet on damn near anything. This isn't even that big of a bet. We should make it two hundred. I'm sure if I've got the galleons to spare, you do. "

That was when Draco contemplated pulling his wand out and hexing Terry bollocks off even if they were in a room full of muggles. Then Theo turned his back to Terry and mouthed to Draco, humor him, and Draco grimaced but nodded. There had to be something he could ask for that would make Terry back down. "Your original copy of Rowena Ravenclaw's transfiguration text completed prior to the inception of Hogwarts."

"What?" Terry's voice squeaked.

"That's my price." Draco replied his smirk firmly in place.

Terry shook his head. "Not bloody likely, that book has been in my family for centuries, but I like your style upping the stakes like that." He leaned a bit closer a nasty gleam in his eyes. "Tell you what, I'll wager ten thousand galleons…"

Draco choked. "Terry, I was kidding."

"But for then thousand, you have to get Potter into bed. And I'll even play fair and give you a month to get him flat on his back."

"You'd expect me to get Saint Potter naked in a month." Draco scoffed.

"Piece of cake."

Spurred into action by the reminder of Draco's treachery Harry forcefully flipped himself over. Draco took that moment to press a hot kiss to Harry's bruised lips.

"Fuck, I want you so much." Draco groaned against Harry's lips.

"Why, so you can win that bet?" Harry snarled.

Draco pulled back as if struck. "What are you talking about? What bet?"

"Don't play fucking dumb with me, Malfoy. I know you made a bet with Boot to fuck me, and it's not gonna happen." Harry seethed.

Draco pushed himself up and sat on the end of the bed, "Are you daft? Why the hell would I make a bet with Terry Boot? That sodding idiot is nothing but a pain in the ass."

"I don't need you to lie to me right now, I have things to do today." Harry snapped. "I think you should leave." Without waiting for a reply, Harry stood gloriously nude and stalked into his bathroom slamming the door behind and leaving Draco alone in the room.

Draco was furious. How could Terry have managed to ruin his life. Things were going so well. He was free of entanglements with Pansy, and his business was flourishing, now he was head-over-heels in love with Harry fucking Potter, and he didn't have a chance. "Damn you, Boot, I'm going to fucking kill you!"