Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe is owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers and Warner Bros. This story is based on characters and situations created by the amazing J. K. Rowling, however no money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is written for fun and all we own is the plot idea which is part of our very warped imagination.
Author's Note: Written in 1st POV. One scene makes up one chapter. Please note that the first few chapters are rather short; however let us assure you that this changes as the story progresses. Selly (Selly87) wrote Draco's POV, whilst Bru (dracosoftie) wrote Harry's POV, which considering that Bru has a soft spot for Draco, did not cause a brutal catfight between the two authors. The decision as to who writes which character was a mutual one and if you check the records of St Mungo A&E you will find none, unless of course you check for the records of one Harry Potter and one Draco Malfoy.

Chapter 21:

Draco's POV, early the next morning, after breakfast

"Are you intending to hush up for much longer?" Potter's cuts through the silence and pausing in my assault on my laptop's keyboard, I raise my head slightly but refrain to give Potter the satisfaction of actually looking at him. Instead I'm firmly staring at his name – at the top of the page of the word document I have open. I spent nearly all night writing and I'm absolutely exhausted and just want to sleep, but at this stage I'll do anything to avoid having to speak to Potter. It's not that I'm embarrassed about what happened late last night – I might have been then, but I've digested that fact – however none of my lovers ever found out any of my sexual preferences if I didn't want them to know… Hang on…! Holy fuck! Did I just refer to Potter as my lover? Ugh! No! That thought just makes me shudder. Anything but that! I'd kill him sooner! He and I are just not compatible. Our recent forced stint in one another's presence clearly proved that…

Though I have to admit... with Potter around things seem to forever stay fresh. I can't quite judge him the way I'd like to. Whenever I think I've discovered everything there is to know about him, he surprises me with something entirely unexpected. It is exciting. It's intoxicating… but at the same time I really hate it. It makes me feel vulnerable – not that I'd ever confess that to Potter. Though he seems to have a knack for finding out things about me that I don't want anyone to know – especially not him! Oh I'm so going to get him for last night. But when I do, I'll make damn sure to take any possibilities in account. When I get my revenge nobody is going to walk in on us. Nobody is going to disturb us and give Potter a reason to discover facts about me that give him more power than he should rightfully have!

I'm torn from my musing about my revenge by Potter having the cheek to crawl onto my bed. I watch him take my laptop out of my hand, and even though everything in me screams at my hands to hold on to my property, my fingers don't even twitch. Paralyzed, I watch Potter carefully set my laptop down – amazed that he cares enough to make sure nothing happens to the gem that currently holds my future. Once the laptop is out of the way he crawls up to me and pushing my legs apart he crawls in-between them and braces himself on his arms, bringing his face within inches of mine. I can feel his breath on my lips and it makes me gasp even though I want to stay composed, even though I want to keep my cold, aristocratic attitude about me – damn bloody Potter for getting under my skin. He makes it almost impossible to keep up the façade. He has this way of getting to me when I least want him to. It's infuriating.

"Talk to me," Potter whispers, and I shudder at the thickness of his voice. It's lathered with sensuality and it shocks me right through to the core. Even though I want to disobey I find myself opening my mouth to speak. But when I want to tell Potter to fuck off, to back off, and to return my personal space to me, my throat constricts and I'm unable to utter even just a single word. "Come on…" Potter urges and I try again but to no avail. I've lost all control over myself and I hate myself for it. Yes, Potter's definitely wormed his way under my skin, to a place where I least want him to be. "Draco Malfoy, talk to me," Potter mumbles and it's only now that I notice that his lips are less than an inch away from mine. I can smell Potter's minty breath – without a doubt the taste of his toothpaste – and it turns me on. It fucking turns me on and there's crap I can do about it.

"I…" I manage a pathetic attempt at obeying Potter and my cheeks flush with what I can only presume is embarrassment.

"Come on, Malfoy. My cock's been up your arse. Your cock's been up my arse. No need to go all shy now."

I want to punch him, I really do, I want to wipe that smug grin of his face, but I'm of course not in any fit state to do so. Damn you, Potter! Damn you! I really hate you! I hate what you do to me! I hate that you're so cocky! I hate that you managed to get under my skin! I hate that I'm bound to you until I've written my book! I hate that I need you to cash in my next pay check! I hate you with every fiber of my body! I hate you more than anyone could possibly hate you!

Potter chuckles at my unresponsiveness and before I know what's going on, his lips are on mine and he's kissing me. His tongue pries my lips apart and he winds his way into my mouth and duels my tongue. His hand is on my hip before I can stop it and he's insistently pushing me backwards. I fall willingly and, spreading my legs wider, I wantonly allow him to have me. My arms unlock and automatically wrap themselves around Potter's firm upper body. My fingers clutch at his shirt and I kiss him back with every ounce of strength I've left inside of me. Potter's erection's rubbing up against mine and it's driving me wild. He's driving me wild. He's thrusting, moving ever so slowly and even though I'm eagerly meeting his thrusts, he ignores my body's plea to go faster, to provide some sort of pleasure. He's teasing me and it's sending thrill after thrill down my spine.

He knows that he's got complete control over me. He knows he could do whatever and I wouldn't be able to fight back. I know he knows and that knowledge makes me tense. I'm just waiting for the second he takes advantage of the hold he has on me. But surprisingly he doesn't go down that route. Damn you, Potter! Damn you! Why can't I read you? Why can't I tell what you're up to? Why am I letting you do this to me? That was never part of the plan when you puked all other yourself after your binge drinking session more than six months ago! You're a deal breaker, Potter, that's what you are!

I gasp into the kiss when suddenly all of my clothes are gone and Potter's too. Suddenly it's heated, naked skin against heated naked skin and the feeling is lush. It's driving me up the wall and I can barely take it. Potter hasn't once broken away from the kiss, yet we're both naked and he's moving rhythmically, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I'm so turned on, it's scary. My hold on Potter is to strong that it would take magic to pry me away from him and I yelp when a Lubrication Spell and Stretching Spell hits me and before I know it Potter's penetrated me and his rock hard cock is sheathed deep inside me.

My legs automatically wrap themselves around Potter's hips and, digging my nails into Potter's back, I scratch him involuntarily when he begins to thrust, making me arch my back. He's in no rush to complete what he's started and I'm really not sure how much longer I'll be able to hold out. No-one's ever done this to me. No-one's ever taken me this way; no-one's ever dared to take me by surprise in such a blunt way. I should've sensed what Potter was up to and I probably did but I didn't even attempt to fight Potter off.

And oh sweet Jesus! Potter's thrusts are driving me wild. I want to wrench my lips away from that kiss and I want to tell Potter to get a move on, to make me come, but I cannot convince myself to be the first to break that kiss. Potter's kissing me in a way that should be forbidden, it's intoxicating and I'm so addicted that I feel like I'll fall into a deep black abyss if Potter ever dares to break that kiss. I did already have the pleasure to discover that Potter's a good kisser, but this kiss breaks all the records. This is a killer kiss. It's deadly and I don't want to miss a second of that sweet torture. Potter's using just the right mix of lips, tongue and teeth to make this kiss a mind-blowing experience.

Here I am. A grown man, who's had his fair share of men, yet I feel like I've never kissed anyone in my life before. Damn you, Potter! Damn you!

My orgasm takes me by surprise. I'm pulled over the edge so suddenly that any tell-tale sign that should've warned me, prepared me, melts into the great pull that I feel in my navel as my orgasm explodes and I come so hard that I have to break the kiss to fill my lungs with air. I'm panting so hard and my whole body is trembling. My legs fall from Potter's hips and my arms limply drop onto the mattress. Millions of tiny explosions are going off all through my body, but Potter doesn't seem to care. He's steadily driving into me, making sure to hit my prostate. The feeling just doubles all the sensations and before I can bite my lips, a single name slips from them.

"Harry." It's just a whisper but it makes me shudder. And it seems to have the same effect on Potter. His eyes open suddenly and he stares down at me with his vibrant green eyes as he lets out a loud groan. He arches his back and drives into me with such a force that I'm shaking beneath him. And then he comes – shooting his load deep into me and filling me with his hot juices. He slumps on top of me and even though that's very unlike me, I catch him and hold him as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and tries to come down from his high…

TBC