MATCHMAKER, MATCHMAKER, MAKE ME A MATCH

AUTHOR: fantasylover12001

RATING: Hard R

DISCLAIMER: I'm sure everyone's figured out by now that I don't own HP.

SUMMARY: Harry knocks some sense into Draco with sweet results for both of them.

PAIRING: Oh, come on. You haven't figured it out now?

A/N: Well, it finally comes to an end. For anyone who's been waiting for the sex, here's where it begins. If you're under seventeen please don't read this. Of course I can't really stop you if you ARE so if you do anyway don't accuse me of corruption or anything dumb like that. It's R for a reason. Thank you to all the patient ones who have stuck to the story till the end.

CHAPTER 20: AND SO THEY ERUPT

A week after his decision, Draco Malfoy was utterly miserable. He lay on his four poster bed staring at the ceiling in boxers and a t-shirt thinking over the past few days.

He had successfully avoided Harry after their return. He had partnered with Blaise at the last potion lesson which caused the Slytherin to give him a confused look but he didn't say anything. Through the entire two hours he had found it hard to concentrate because of the burning feel of green eyes on his back.

On the third day Weasley and Granger confronted him by pulling him into an empty classroom. The blonde couldn't help but grimace to himself when he remembered the glares the two had on their faces.

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Weasley spat out.

Though he knew what Weasley was talking about, he pretended to act dumb. "Going to class?"

Granger put a hand on Weasley's shoulder before the redhead could say something. "Why are you avoiding Harry?"

"It's none of your business."

"It is our business when you're making him miserable," Weasley snarled.

The blonde sighed. "It's for his own good."

The two Gryffindors blinked and stared at him. "What are you talking about?" Granger asked in confusion. The Slytherin was pretty sure this was the first time he'd ever seen that expression on the witch's face.

"Come on, think about it," he said. "Parkinson only started this whole mess to get revenge on me. She's not my only enemy. More will come. If they know Harry and I are involved they'll go after him. I won't have him hurt because of me."

Weasley looked floored. "You're doing this to PROTECT him?"

"Yes," he answered shortly. "Now if you'll excuse me." He started towards the door.

"Draco."

He stopped and glanced back at Granger who looked at him and said, "What good is protecting him when you're both miserable as a result?"

The Slytherin frowned, but he couldn't come up with a decent answer.

Draco sighed and turned over, trying to get some sleep. He was finding that hard these past few days because his body, traitor that it was, seemed to be longing for the warmth he had felt those few nights he and Harry slept next to each other.

'Damn Gryffindor' he thought, without much annoyance put into the thought.

He had just closed his eyes when loud knocking demanded his attention. He glared at the door and got up to answer it. He opened it and blinked in shock at the sight of Harry Potter, dressed in jeans and a Gryffindor shirt, standing there with his hands on his hips and glaring at him. If looks could kill, he'd be in a coffin right now.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" he demanded.

"You, Draco Malfoy, are a complete and utter bastard!"

The blonde narrowed his eyes at this surprising statement. Sure it was true sometimes, but still..."What?"

"You heard me! You're a bastard!"

"I heard you; why exactly am I a bastard and why do you feel the need to tell me at eleven-thirty at night?" He didn't bother to point out that Harry was out after curfew.

The Gryffindor glared even harder. "You're a bastard because you seem to think I need protection and I'm telling you now because I feel like it!"

Draco sighed. "Weasley and Granger can't keep anything to themselves, can they?"

"It's a good thing they did tell me, because now I can tell you what a complete idiot you are also," Harry said, stalking into his room and turning to face him.

The Slytherin raised an eyebrow, "First, I'm a bastard. Now, I'm an idiot. Which is it?"

"Draco!" Harry gritted through his teeth in exasperation.

The blonde sighed and muttered, "It's for your own good, Harry."

"Argh!" Harry threw up his hands. "I am so bloody sick of everyone telling me what's for my own good! Don't I get a say in what's good for me and what isn't!"

Draco was slightly taken aback at this outburst and tried to reason with the other man. "I'm trying to protect you."

"I DON'T NEED ANY MORE BLOODY PROTECTION!" Harry shouted. "I get enough of that from Ron, Hermione, Remus, Dumbledore, and the WHOLE BLOODY ORDER OF THE PHOENIX! SNAPE protects me for crying out loud, and he doesn't even like me! So I don't need another protector, thank you very much!"

Draco stared at Harry, who was now breathing heavily. Then he said slowly, "Very well. What do you need, Harry?"

The Gryffindor stared at him for a few seconds as if no one had asked him that question before. Then he walked up to Draco and yanked him into a kiss. Though he was startled, the blonde quickly took control of the situation. He eagerly returned Harry's hungry kiss and crushed the smaller body to his chest, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist and burying his other hand into those silky black locks. When they finally came up for air, Harry whispered, in between breathes, "You. I just need you."

It was as if all the emotions that he had pent up erupted at that one statement because soon he was devouring the other man's mouth and running his hands all over the deliciously muscular body. Harry certainly didn't seem to mind, judging from the noises he made. In fact the Gryffindor seemed to have also erupted as his hands were eagerly exploring Draco's body.

Feeling dizzy and like his veins were on fire, he guided Harry backwards towards his bed and the two tumbled onto it, still kissing as Draco pushed Harry onto his back. God, it felt so good having the other man underneath him. As he started to explore Harry's neck, he felt hands hesitantly move under the thin t-shirt he wore and smiled against the soft skin under his lips. He sat up, straddling Harry's waist with his legs as he did, and pulled off the shirt and then went back to his task of sucking on the Gryffindor's neck.

Slightly rough fingers caressed his back and all the muscles it found along his torso. Harry let out a soft moan as he bit his neck in response to the touches. That moan was the most sexiest thing he had ever heard in his life and he felt himself harden at the sound. Wanting to feel more of Harry's skin he brought his hands to the other man's shirt and quickly whisked it off.

Then he braced himself over Harry, placing his hands on both sides of the man's head and gazed down at him with a wolfish smile. Harry blushed but smiled back at him. Pleased, Draco leaned down and whispered into his ear, "You are very sexy when you blush."

This of course caused Harry to blush even harder. Then he shivered as the blond started to nibble on the shell of his ear. He gave a small gasp as calloused hands slid down his torso to the front of his jeans and snapped them open. In a husky voice he whispered, "I'll stop if you want me too."

"Don't you dare!" he blurted out.

Draco chuckled into his ear and slid the jeans off the man's waist and pushed them down as far as he could reach and then pressed a hand against Harry's hardness through the boxers he still had on. God, he was so hard! The blonde licked his lips at this knowledge and at the satisfied groan Harry had let out when his palm pressed against the sensitive cloth covered organ.

He was then startled for the second time that night by Harry pulling him into a passionate kiss, causing his hand to grip harder unconsciously. For someone who was supposedly new at this, Harry was doing remarkably well. He had never felt anything close to what the other man was causing within him with his other, more experienced, lovers. He growled when fingers ran up and down his chest, pausing only to tweak at his nipples until they stiffened or to twirl the short hairs on his chest.

It was when those wonderful hands ran down his back, moved under his boxers, and squeezed his ass cheeks that he finally lost control. He put his hands on Harry's waist and just thrust his hips. Harry arched his back underneath him and he felt a surge of something he couldn't describe when their erections rubbed against each other through the thin boxers they wore. Whatever that surge was, he wanted to feel more of it so he kept on thrusting. Harry also started to buck his hips eagerly, obviously enjoying the friction as much as he was.

His release came when he opened his eyes and gazed down at Harry who was throwing his head back, a look of pure ecstacy on his face. Nonsense sounds were coming from the Gryffindor's mouth and those sounds and the beautiful sight underneath him caused him to shout his release and collapse. Harry came a few seconds later.

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The first thing Harry noticed when he woke up was that he was warm. Warmer then he had ever been in his whole life. He started to roll over and then froze when he encountered another body. Then he remembered last night and blushed. When he had used the Marauders Map to find Draco and tell him off last night, sex had been the last thing on his mind. All right, technically they hadn't had actual sex; this had been more like humping against each other. It had been pretty damn close to sex though. In fact if they hadn't had on their boxers, they could've been...Harry turned bright red at the thought of Draco inside him; though it wasn't a completely horrible thought.

He looked at the blonde in question and smiled at the sight he made. Draco was on his side, facing Harry, resting his head against one arm and holding Harry to him with the other. His blonde hair was undone and going in every which direction. It was like when they were in the forest only now he held Harry as though he refused to let go, they were in a bed, and the air smelled slightly of sex.

Harry pressed closer and rested his head near Draco's. As if sensing his movement, the arm thrown over his waist tightened. He smiled and just watched Draco sleep until grey eyes opened and the blonde murmured in a sleep filled voice, "You're staring at me."

The Gryffindor just smiled. "Sorry." He didn't look away though. Draco rolled his eyes but then looked back at him and for a moment they just lay there staring at each other.

Draco frowned, "What time is it?" He glanced around for the clock.

"It's three in the morning," Harry answered.

"Then why are we awake?"

The green eyed man shrugged. Draco looked at him, sighed, and then settled back into bed.

Harry hesitated as Draco started to close his eyes but then said, "Um, Draco?"

"Yes?" the blonde asked, eyes still closed.

"You know how this weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend?"

Draco opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow, "Yes, what about it?"

"Would you um, like to go with me? To Hogsmeade, I mean. Alone. Just the two of us."

The blonde smirked, amusement written all over his face. "Like on a date?"

"Um...yes."

Draco's face softened. "I'd love too. Now get some sleep." He pulled Harry to rest on his chest and closed his eyes.

Harry lay there with a silly grin on his face.

'I have a date with Draco Malfoy!' he thought giddily.

He couldn't wait until Saturday.

A/N: That's the last part but there's still an Epilogue. Please keep in mind that I have little to no experience writing lemons. I have lots of experience READING them though. Which kind of helps. I guess. PLEASE REVIEW!