-Note from Shinosuke-

Sorry guys, no beta still and I'd like to get back on schedule with posting so this chap is going up UNEDITED. No one likes me! T.T no one wants to be my beta… *cries* Oh well. On with the story. Feel free to leave a review for any mistakes you see. ALSO. I'm changing my update day from Friday to Saturday. It's just easier for me. xD

Chapter 14

Draco sighed and sat back against the window. This room was really quite curious. It didn't fit in with the floor plan at all. And it wasn't visible from the outside. In fact, from the way everything was set up, the door to enter this room… shouldn't lead anywhere. It should just be a straight drop to outside. But it wasn't. Sure magical phenomenon like that doesn't happen every day, but it does happen. Nothing really to worry about.

The door opened and Draco straightened up a little, "You're late." He commented but he really wasn't angry.

"Yeah I know, sorry. I had to pretend to sleep a little longer. But I brought you something."

Draco straightened even further to see the label on the box Harry was carrying, "Well, what is it then?"

Harry smiled and gave him the long, thin white box. Draco recognized the emblem on it instantly. Chocolate. He felt the grin grow on his face and he couldn't stop it. He wouldn't have even if he could.

He near ripped the lid off and stopped in awe, "These are…"

"Your favorite right? You mentioned it once and I looked it up. Oh and sorry about the empty space, I had to try one. They're really… sweet."

"I'm not trying to sound all sentimental or anything, but this is seriously one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me."

Harry smiled and Draco watched. Harry's smile was really a sight to behold. When Draco had first met him, Harry's real smiles had been a rare and special thing. But now he seemed to smile all the time. Draco liked to think he was part of that…

"So," Draco continued as he bit into one of his chocolates, "You met with Dumbledore earlier right? Learn anything new?"

"Not really. I mean… Voldemort and I have a lot of similarities. It's creepy. And I really don't like it."

"I still can't believe all that shit about the prophecy. To think that if he hadn't attacked your family none of this would have happened."

Harry shrugged, "He's a power hungry idiot."

"Damn straight…" Draco muttered.

It was nice to voice his true thoughts about Voldemort here but sometimes he still felt the small twinge of fear that someone would hear him. If his father ever heard him saying such things… he shivered not even allowing himself to finish that thought.

"Yeah so… what kind of similarities do you have?"

"Just that he was an orphan and stuff. And then there's the parseltongue thing."

Draco perked up a little, "That's right, you're a parselmouth. …Can you teach me?"

Harry laughed, "I don't even really know how I do it. To me it sounds like I'm still speaking normally."

"Oh…right." Draco said sitting back.

"Oh come on Draco. If I could teach, you I would."

Draco rolled his eyes and smiled, "Thanks. It is the thought that counts after all."

"Yeah…" Harry trailed.

"Anyway…" Draco said desperate to end the strained silence, "How does the parseltongue thing work. I'm curious."

Harry seemed relieved to have something to talk about as well, "Well for a long time I had to be in the presence of a snake to do it. But I've learned how to use it any time now. Took a lot of work."

"Well let's hear it then."

"What?"

"Say something."

"In parseltongue?"

"No, in French you twit. What else would I be referring to?"

"Watch it, Malfoy." Harry smiled.

"Granger will fail a test before I watch my mouth, Potter." Draco replied, but the words were said with his perfect cheeky grin and Harry couldn't have gotten angry if he tried.

"….Well what do you want me to say?"

"Anything, I don't care."

Harry sighed and closed his eyes. He seemed to be concentrating very hard and Draco waited not wanting to distract him. It took a few minutes before Harry finally looked up again.

Draco could immediately see the difference. His pupils were much bigger. Shiny blackness surrounded by only a fraction of the normal amount of green. His eyes looked… wild.

Harry parted his pink lips and a deep hissing sound came out. Draco's body seemed to freeze up. He felt the tingling magic washing over his skin and he stared in awe at the man before him, unable to understand why he suddenly felt this strange emotion welling up in his chest.

Somewhere deep inside of him, an instinct was stirred. A primal sort of feeling. Something that must have been bred into him from his Malfoy ancestors. They had always wanted only the best as mates. The strongest, the purest, whoever or whatever would make their family line the best. And here before him was a man speaking a language exclusive only to the most powerful.

Draco bit his lip. This is definitely not what he had expected. Maybe Harry was reciting a spell. That had to be it. It was the only explanation for this inexplicable feeling. Draco had never felt so much desire before.

Harry stopped speaking for a moment and he looked at Draco more closely.

"You okay?" he asked in his normal voice.

"Fine." Draco breathed though it was an obvious lie.

He was unable to look away from Harry's face. The magic was simply pouring from him. And Draco's own innate lust for power was bubbling over the top, threatening to flood him. Screaming at him that this was the one. That this person would help him to make his family line as strong as possible.

Worst of all, or best considering the context … he was hard. Really, really hard. He wasn't even sure when it happened. One minute nothing and the next there's an iron bar in his pants.

And even worse than that, was how quickly Harry noticed. He smiled, "Parseltongue did that to you?" He asked.

Draco didn't say anything he just watched as Harry's smile grew wider and more predatory.

How had they made this jump? It seemed like no matter what topic they chose they always ended up here.

Harry moved closer along the window seat to Draco and leaned in. Harry began to speak again and this time the words sent shocks straight to his groin. Now it was different. Draco could feel Harry's warm breath gently caress his skin with each word. And before, Harry was simply speaking. He could have been naming off his booklist. But now the look in his eyes told Draco the conversation was no longer so clean.

Harry's tongue flicked out against his lips as he hissed. The sound seemed to echo before it even left his mouth. A deep and magical sort of sound that Draco couldn't resist. He was being pulled in by some unstoppable force. Some power greater than either of them could fathom.

As though it were unavoidable. This was simply the way it was going to be. Even if he fought against it. And that fact alone was always stimulating to Draco.

Draco groaned a little as Harry leaned in closer. Their eye contact never broke, and the unnaturally bright moonlight washed over the scene. And Draco was having trouble containing his lust. When had his hand decided to rub him through his pants? He certainly hadn't told it to do so.

Draco couldn't tell what Harry was saying but he could make an educated guess. And from the look on Harry's face… he thought for sure he was describing all the ways he could pleasure him. He couldn't hear the words but he could see it in his smile. In the way his teeth clacked and his tongue moved. He was telling Draco exactly how he'd touch him.

He was whispering how he knew exactly the way Draco liked to be touched. How he would leave bite marks down his pale neck and roughly pinch and twist his nipples. How his hand would work so slowly over his cock. How he'd gently pull on his foreskin and fondle his balls. He was telling him he knew exactly how Draco liked to be sucked. How he would press his tongue into the swollen little slit and use his hand to stoke the base in perfect time to his measured sucking. And he was whispering how he knew Draco's deepest darkest secret. He knew beyond a doubt that Draco would like nothing more than to bend over for him. Than to surrender control just once and let Harry take him. Claim him. How he'd touch and kiss every inch of his body until Draco begged him for sweet release, until there was no way for Draco to deny that he was completely and totally owned by Harry. That his body would surrender to no one else. That-

"Damn it Harry, if you say one more word I'm gonna fucking cream my pants."

Harry stopped for a moment and he laughed. Draco could hear Harry's familiar chuckle underlying the hissing laugh but it was overall a new sound; deeper, darker, hotter. Harry hissed something else. It sounded like it might be a question but Draco couldn't answer anyway.

He groaned and then he couldn't stand it a moment longer. He didn't really take the time to think about his actions and that in itself was a rarity. He simply lunged at Harry and kissed him.

There was absolutely no hesitation from either party. Draco had both of his hands in Harry's dark hair, fisting it almost painfully hard. And Harry's hands were on his waist, pulling him closer until Draco was straddling him.

The kiss was the most passionate Draco had ever experienced. He felt as though he was both conquering and being devoured at the same time. Their tongues fought valiantly for dominance and Harry was winning. And Draco didn't mind at all.

Harry's mouth was the sweetest thing Draco had ever tasted. But nothing like food at all. He didn't understand how anyone could equate a kiss to a food. Harry's mouth was definitely sugary sweet but it was distinctly different from anything else Draco had ever tasted. It was something that could be defined as only, Harry.

They were pulling each other closer until it was physically impossible for them to be any closer than they were. And still they never stopped trying to get just a tiny bit more.

Draco's brain was melting from the heat. And Harry's mouth was so perfect. All he wanted was more. He almost wanted to get inside of Harry's mouth, because this wasn't close enough. Not when there was so much more to explore and so very little time to do it in. Even if Draco had the rest of all eternity it wouldn't be enough. And he'd want to spend it all just like he was now, in Harry Potter's arms.

Their hips were slowly grinding together and that was an added pleasure Draco simply couldn't handle. He was going to go insane before the night was through. He still wasn't even sure how they'd ended up like this and he really didn't care anymore.

Finally Harry pulled away gasping for breath. And Draco took that time to get a few full breaths of his own.

"What're we doing?" Harry breathed.

"Shut up." Draco said going back into the kiss. And Harry didn't refuse him.

Tonight would be one of those nights. Draco was sure of it. They'd only ever had sex five times. Other than that, hands and mouths were sufficient. But tonight, Draco wouldn't be satisfied until he'd bent Harry over and taken him as forcefully as possible.

Or maybe… maybe for once in his life. Draco would let it be the other way around…

Their hot kiss eventually slowed but didn't stop. The fire was no longer so hungry, desperately trying to devour everything it could. But instead, it became a deep smolder that was hotter than before. So hot Draco felt like he might just burn up.

It took Draco a little while to realize what was going on. To see what had happened.

Through the nips and groans and grinding…

He could feel Harry's erection against his. Yet both of them were still fully clothed. Obviously the only way to cure this would be sex. And yet they had only been kissing for a very long while.

Draco could almost hear his own voice in his head.

There's a difference between sex and love.

But if this wasn't just for the sex… that meant…

Draco pulled away. Harry tried to kiss him again but he backed away even further just staring at him. Examining him. All sorts of thoughts were running through his head.

But…. That was impossible. It couldn't be… it just couldn't.

"Harry…" Draco said embarrassed by how rough his voice sounded, "We need to stop."

Harry stared at him for a moment. And maybe he saw the fear in Draco's eyes, or maybe he's a mind reader. But a look of realization crossed his face and he nodded reluctantly, slowly pushing Draco off of his lap.

Draco swallowed and brushed his hair out of his face. He was wringing his hands. He couldn't help it. He always did whenever he was nervous or indecisive.

He watched Harry watching him and they sat in silence for a long while.

"I think… maybe we should… take a break from meeting here." Draco said silently.

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