Title: For the First time

Author: Mabu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, Angst, Humor, Adult, Violence, Erotica, Supernatural.
Warning: Strong Language. Sexual activity.
Disclaimer: Property of JK Rowling. Quotes from the book may be repeated in here since time is turning.
Author's note: I was indecisive whether to leave a cliff-hanger on this, but this is a gift for all those that care about action between Harry and Draco. Also, sorry for being late; I get sick a lot.

Chapter Seven:

Irresolute Attachment

His coin heated up the next day. The Slytherin Common Room was slowly becoming empty as the students left for their classes. He took the fake galleon out while nobody was there and read Hermione's message:

Meet in RoR, at 6:00pm

Draco sighed and put it back in his pocket.

"Draco, you coming?" Pansy asked, walking by him and looking at him curiously.

He nodded and followed her out of the common room and into the corridors of the dungeon.

"I don't see Zabini anywhere." Draco said, looking around for the boy's familiar profile among the crowd heading off around them.

Pansy stiffened and said in a fiery voice: "Don't talk to me about him." when Draco quirked a brow, she added: "We broke up."

"Well, that-" he paused, noticing her glum look and said: "wasn't unexpected." she glanced at him. "He's the type of guy who likes to keep to himself and even if he had a thing for you, he probably is too scared of a relationship."

Pansy squinted her eyes at him and looked away. "I have bad luck with guys."

Well, boys at this age don't have the mental capacity to handle a double standard girl like you, but I'm sure, you'll get someone.

"Not to worry. There are plenty of good-looking guys to ogle at. That new teacher, for one." Draco added just to see her reaction.

Pansy's face scrunched up in disgust and she glared at him. "He's a blood-traitor, Draco."

"Doesn't mean he's not aesthetically pleasing to look at." He shrugged casually.

He noticed that Pansy wavered a bit before she snorted derisively. "I've seen better."

It had been his plan from the start to open some of his Slytherin friend's eyes to the Light side so, when it came to war, the Hogwarts school would be unified to fight against Lord Voldemort. They wouldn't have to worry about not being prepared since Sirius Black was going to continue it Mad-Eye Moody's way and teach them how to duel in risky situations. Draco's meetings with Dumbledore over the summer weren't for nothing; yes, there were things he couldn't tell the old man, because telling the future was dangerous. But he was given the privilege to talk out things with that person. It was a deal-to-deal, he got information from Dumbledore and in return, the old wizard got information from him.

It wasn't going to be as easy to keep correspondence with Dumbledore now that he returned to Hogwarts, but as it was, he had to keep in check with the golden trio, because for Merlin knows why, they always seemed to end up in the middle of things. Also, he got what he needed from the Headmaster; now, it was time to follow the trio as they moved on.

-0-

"You called?" Draco asked as he sat down on the middle of the couch, resting his arms on either side.

Hermione gave him a wary look before she nodded, sitting down on the arm-chair opposite him. "I've considered what you offered last time." she said in a determined voice.

Draco quirked a brow. "I don't remember offering anything." he said, acting oblivious.

"But you were about to, before Harry and Ron interrupted." she retorted, glaring at him.

Draco smirked. "And what do you think I was offering?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You don't have to act like you've got the upper-hand, you know. I know how much you feel for Harry so, acting superior isn't really helping." she said, her eyes gleaming with victory as Draco's expression faltered. "Also, if I don't keep Ron out of the way, Harry won't come to you so willingly. That's why, you need me."

"And you need me." stated Draco, eyes intense and sober now. "I wonder why. Since you're so close friends, Weasley really should be in the palm of your hand by now."

"I don't want him to be in the palm of my hands!" Draco quirked a brow and she looked away, worrying her bottom lip. "I just can't handle him sometimes." she fumed. "He disagrees with everything I say or do. And then, sometimes, he unexpectedly does something that makes me..."

Draco raised an eyebrow; the girl's feelings were showing and so, was her vulnerability. "To put it simply, you're scared you'll lose your friends since these feelings keep getting in your way, but you still like the idiot so, you want me to help you figure it out." He said.

"He defends me, you know." Hermione murmured suddenly. Draco looked at her. "He protects me and Harry and he's not the smartest in the bunch, but when it comes to the important things, he always comes through."

"He doesn't understand you though." Draco said, his eyes on the ceiling. "That's the problem."

"Harry doesn't understand you either." Hermione gave a stifled smile. "If all boys could understand their counter-part's feelings than, wouldn't it be really easy?"

Draco, with a long-suffering sigh, agreed: "I know. Why do you think I have this much patience with that prat?"

Hermione smiled fully. "Because you love him?"

Draco winced at her bluntness and glared at her. "No," she raised her eyebrows in a 'oh, really?' expression that made him feel a little irritated. "Because I know he won't ever understand me."

"Well, the things you do sometimes are a bit confusing." Hermione said. "That won't be Harry's fault. You keep going about things in a roundabout fashion."

"It's better that way." Draco said, remembering what Dumbledore had told him. The reason he was ignoring Harry was, because Harry had an antenna on his scar that made Voldemort receptive to Harry's thoughts, visions, and emotions. Just like Harry was to the Dark Lord. Antenna was just a metaphor; it was another way of saying that Harry was somehow connected to Voldemort through that lightening scar of his and even though, Dumbledore told him nothing about why - Draco could explain the phenomenon with a few logical reasons. He had a library in the Malfoy Manor explaining about many Dark things.

"If you have to go as far as avoid Harry so, Voldemort doesn't get into your head than, make him learn Occulmency." Draco had suggested to Dumbledore, though it was much too late already for him. It was one of the reasons that Voldemort might find out about Draco's defect to the other side anytime. He couldn't stop the inevitable, but still, he hoped for some time to spy on the Death Eaters.

"Yes, I have asked Severus to teach him." Dumbledore had told him and so, that was one of the things Draco had chosen to give up on pondering over.

"What's better?" Hermione demanded in a puzzled manner. "To confuse Harry till the end?"

Draco looked up at her, having forgotten that he was in the middle of talking to her. "Why do you care that much what I do with him? For all I know, that person might not even care one bit about me."

Hermione gave him a disgusted look. "You don't believe that. You made sure that he'd end up caring about you."

Thinking about his influence on Potter got his eyes glazed misty-like as he thought about just this morning, as he was walking through the corridors with Pansy, Greg, and Vincent. Potter was with his usual gang, passing by him when his eyes had caught a glimpse of Draco and they widened behind his glasses as if something earth-shattering had faced him. When only Draco lived reflected back in those dark-green eyes. Draco evidently ignored him, but his heart clenched in distress as he moved away from Potter.

"Who knows more about love?" challenged Draco to Granger who started. "You, who were, as I'm reminded, about to lash out on your Weasel when he called you something you particularly didn't like. Or me, whose actually got the attention of my former arch-nemesis?"

Hermione glared at him. "About that; you're using that eaveo spell even now?"

"It's essential for a spy like me." said Draco, smirking. At the Welcoming Feast, Hermione and him had the Eavesdropping spell activated so, she was able to hear the whispered words Draco murmured to her when she was about to fume out her anger at Weasel for his inadequate answer. Two surprising discoveries were revealed to him through that; one was that Granger actually listened to him and the other was that Potter's jealousy was finally showing its head.

"A lot good did it do you." Hermione scolded. "What do you even find out through it?"

"I could ask you the same question." Draco retorted and then, cut her off when she was about to say something: "No, wait, don't answer that. I already know how you Gryffindors think. Moving on, Hermione, are you going to help me or not?"

She stared at him, her eyes narrowing before she huffed. "You still don't seem quite serious about Harry."

"When he's serious about me, I'll be serious too, OK?" He said in a chiding manner.

She stared some more, glaring daggers at him or probably, analyzing him with a critical eye. Then, she stood up and walked over to him. "We shake on it." she demanded in a bossy manner, her nostrils flaring.

Draco held the urge to roll his eyes again. "What is it with you Gryffindors and 'shaking hands'?"

"It's something new. Muggles make deals this way." she informed, her hand still waiting in mid-air.

Draco glanced at her hand before he held her hand and shook it lightly, staring back into her eyes with an unwavering look.

"Don't hurt him." she mumbled in the middle of the weird shaking ritual and he nodded, though his heart wavered.

-0-

The first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts with Sirius Black was eventful, in a normal way. Draco had requested the Headmaster that the Houses should merge some more of their classes, because of his aforementioned concern of Slytherins separation with the other Houses. That was the reason why his D.A.D.A class currently was with Potter and his cronies. Draco sat with Pansy and Vincent on the back of the class while Greg sat with Zabini and Nott on the desk in front of them. Potter was on the desk quite far on the front with his friends and some other Gryffindors.

"Welcome, to your first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Black said with a grin on his face. There were a lot of brightly shining faces in the class that belonged to none other than irritating Golden Trio. And the rest were uneasily whispering amongst each other or looking with great interest at the ex-convict. "Now, I assume that your other professors have put quite a bit of emphasis on the O.W.L. exams." Few of the students soured and they gave him bored yet, expectant looks. They had been listening to the same lectures about O.W.L.S. from every teacher. Black laughed. "Don't worry, this won't be long. We've just been asked to specify the terms of O.W.L.S. to the students so that, they don't forget to prepare for their exams. For D.A.D.A. examination, it's easy enough for students who prefer practical more than written since, the whole exam is about how you do certain spells and jinxes. I will tell you details on this later, but for now, I will give a brief summary of what this class will entail for you so, you can expect when to bring your books and when not to."

Draco kept an eye on Pansy from the corner of his eyes as he was hoping she'd become a fan for the Black's reckless charms. She preferred to hide it, naturally, but in sixth year, she had revealed to him that she guiltily loved muggle celebrities and watched their movies in secret. Also, she may be a Slytherin who preferred to be refined and pure, but she had a thing for dirty, gritty men once in a while too. There were things he knew about his mates that even they wouldn't realise and it was an advantage Draco kept for himself.

"Half and a quarter of these classes, you will do your best to practice Defensive spells that will be coming upon in the O.W.L.S. and in between, we will learning other, less important things. " He said this with a charming yet crooked smile on his face. The type of smile that made girls fall all over him in varied numbers. Draco stifled a smirk as he saw Pansy bite her lips while staring mesmerized by Black.

"Other than that, Let's start with introductions. I'm Sirius Black, as you may already know. I had been convicted of a crime I hadn't done but, my innocence has been proven and I am now a free man." Some students exchanged looks with their classmates and looked up with more interest at Black while their teacher gave them a toothed grin.

"Now, today, I know you won't give your very best at studies since, this is your first day, but rest assured, we will be wasting our precious time to get to know you." he directed his gaze to the left corner of the class where the clumsy Gryffindor sat. "Young man, stand up." ordered Black and Longbottom stood up, fidgeting on his feet. "What's your name?" was his question.

"N-Neville Longbottom."

"Oh, I know your family." Black's eyes colored with recognition before he told the boy to sit down and called the girl next to Longbottom.

"Parvati Patil." said the Gryffindor girl and just like that, Black asked every single student their name and commented on a few.

When it came for Potter's turn, he and Potter shared a secretive grin while he told his name. Hermione told him her name with a firm nod, as if she was approving of Black's methods and expected hard-work from the next lesson. Weasley gave a sheepish grin and told his name while also, giving an impressive raise of brows. Then, it was their turn. Most Slytherins were at the back of the class, so very quickly, the good atmosphere was being sucked off by some of the sarcasm, nasty comments or gestures by the students.

Black took it quite astoundingly, though. He smiled a I'm-not-going-to-retort-because-I-know-you're-far-beneath-me smile while looking at some of them. Although, Nott and Millicent sneered and jeered in Black's direction, they still respectably stood up when it was their turn and told their name, with lots of attitude. Draco could see some Gryffindors looking at them and rolling their eyes while exchanging looks between each other. The white-blond Slytherin found amusement from it even though, his brain was going: 'How the bloody hell am I supposed to unify these idiots with those idiots?'

It was quite a dilemma, he knew.

Finally, it was Pansy's turn who stood up with her head cocked to the side, giving Black an impassive once-over. Something twitched in her expression and although, it was quite mild, Draco noticed the slight movement when she gulped.

"Pansy Parkinson." she said in a stern way and Draco hid a smile by covering his lips with a hand on his mouth, leaning on the desk while glancing at her face as she stood beside him, looking straight at her dangerously sexy teacher.

"Parkinson? Hm, can't say I haven't heard it before." Black was looking at her as not a student, but the daughter of a Death Eater. Draco could see it in his eyes.

Pansy sneered. "Well, I can't say I haven't heard of you either." the comment could have easily been flirty, if Pansy hadn't been giving the nasty glare. Draco snorted and she noticed, glaring down at him. "What?"

Draco smirked wickedly up at her, making her blush and looked away soon after, realizing she wasn't quite over him either. But, at least, she had interest in Black and that could lead to a state of mind change. He hoped.

"Next." said Black as Pansy sat down and Draco stood up, for his turn.

"Draco Malfoy." he told his name, staring at the blackboard behind Black and then, shifting his eyes so that they were on Potter. Potter had his face turned to his direction, so did most of the other Gryffindors and Draco looked away soon after, eyes shifted to Black.

Black gave a smile, though there was this odd light in his eyes; as if he was worried or concerned.

Draco looked around confusedly. "What?" he questioned Pansy who was giving him that worried look too.

She shook her head, looking away.

Draco shrugged, his heart beating fast as he sat down and noticed Zabini and Nott glaring at him from the corner of their eyes. Draco realized why they were looking at him that way. In fourth year, sure, they might have tolerated Draco's almost decent change, but everyone had been too busy with the Tri-Wizard tournament to care. And Voldemort hadn't returned back then, which made taking sides a bit of silly though, it was still an active part of everyone's social life in Hogwarts. Also, Draco had distracted them from making a fuss about it soon with the snogging-random-strangers-in-public and getting-raped-and-using-it-for-his-advantage. But that was it.

It was fifth year and all the Slytherins expected Draco to be a bit mature after what had happened during the summer. Draco should be, if he was planning to become a double-spy. He should be nasty, cast jeers wherever he went, bully first-years, take advantage of weaklings, and be disrespectful to blood traitors and muggle-borns.

But truth was, he had decided that he wouldn't. It wasn't as if, he was too scared to do it, but he wasn't the patient type like Severus. He couldn't hold in the walls of his feelings for Potter and just become a Death Eater. He couldn't repeat the same mistake again. He was starting to feel comfortable in his skin again, in his whole being. So, what was wrong with wanting to slowly come out to his parents? So, what was wrong with his selfishness?

Dumbledore had told him he didn't have to do this; he told him because he knew that Draco's secret wasn't as tightly closed as Draco would like it to be. There were too many loose ends that his father could tie up, at any time, with the help of his Master. Draco had no choice in the matter, anyway. He couldn't betray his skin once more, to save the lives that were so important to him.

He didn't have to tell them now. He already had a contingency plan made up with Aunt Andromeda and his mother. So, everything would be alright. This way, he could meet up with Potter and not have to be extra cautious. This way, he could unify the bonds between all the Houses and not have to pretend to be a git. This way, he wouldn't have to distrust himself.

Because once, Hermione asked him not to hurt her best friend, Draco knew inevitably that he would hurt Potter by being on the other side. If Potter was to become serious about him, there were things that would hurt him, because Draco was a masochist at best.

And at worst, he was a sadist.

The rest of the class, they opened their books and read pages 10 to 26 by Black's instructions. The class was quiet, but the real conflict was brewing up in everyone's mind.

-0-

"Hey, Malfoy!" called a person as he walking through the corridors. He could hear footsteps approaching as he turned to raise a questioning brow. In front of him stood the new Slytherin Quidditch Captain, Graham Montague. Marcus Flint used to be their former captain and one of the chasers with Warrington and Montague.

"I've heard something about you that I sure as hell hope is not true." Montague asked, his voice low and dangerous.

"About what?" Draco asked, puzzled. He wasn't intimidated by Graham. The chaser may be muscles and broad shoulders, but he wasn't as smart or able as Draco was.

"They're saying you're quitting Quidditch." said Montague, his angry feelings quite obviously on display.

"Of course, I'm not." Draco sputtered, making Montague raise his eyebrows. "How can you- you know I want to beat Potter, don't you?"

"I know." said Montague, raking a hand through his hair and he looked at Draco. "But with the way you're acting, it doesn't seem as if you're in any mood to compete. What's wrong with you?" it was not a soft question by a concerned captain, but an affronted demand.

Draco rolled his eyes. "You tell me, Graham, does it seem wise to provoke whole three Houses against us, while also trying to win the Quidditch Cup?" when his new captain just seemed baffled, Draco decided to elaborate: "What has been happening to the Slytherin team since Potter's entry in Hogwarts?"

Montague's eyes grew hard. "They've been beating us well into the ground." the sneer that curved his lips was quite the evidence of how Graham felt about Potter's seeking abilities. Draco saw himself in that sneer and averted his eyes, trying to concentrate.

"Not only that, we have been humiliated and looked down upon by each of those Houses." Draco said this viciously, and unsurprisingly, he didn't have to pretend. These were his feelings. He'd never be anything, but a Slytherin.

That was his place, his throne, and his to take or throw away.

"So, what does that have to-"

"I think, playing a foul while they have no idea, is a better approach." Draco interrupted, making Graham frown. "Do you know what my father says? Attack them when they least expect it. It definitely works and it's worth a shot."

"So, what? You're going to cob Potter when he's not sure you're going to play nasty?" asked Montague with equal wariness and interest.

Draco smirked as he imagined Potter being taken-aback by a foul and missing the snitch by mere inches. He remembered how much fun that was.

"Cob? That's too little of a foul. How about batching?"

"Wouldn't both of you go down then?" said Montague, addled.

Draco's lips curled up, his inner-self beaming as he said, turning away: "Why not?"

"Well, as long as you catch the snitch!" called Montague after Draco, who was already starting to walk away. "And don't forget Tuesday try-outs; we have to choose two new beaters, and a chaser."

Draco waved him good-bye and took a turn to the marble staircases. He had a meeting to go to.

-0-

"You're late." Potter said, point-blank, looking quite annoyed with him as he entered the room.

Draco took a look around and raised his eyebrows at Potter as he commented lightly: "You're early." he walked up to the sofa opposite to Potter's and sat there. "Where are your cronies?" he asked, though he already knew. The reason why he made that painfully stupid deal with Hermione Granger was for this particular reason.

"Don't call them that." muttered Potter before shaking his head. "I don't know. Hermione wanted to talk to Ron alone. Don't know why." He shrugged, looking a bit confused and curious.

Draco's smug self was smirking inside while the other part had his breath hitching, and his hands turning clammy. "Interesting."

A few awkward pauses after, Potter began: "So, what did you want to meet us for?"

"I can't talk about it without your cronies, Potty." informed Draco dryly.

"They're not my cronies, stop calling them that." Potter said sharply. "And I can tell them about it, later so, might as well." Potter shrugged again.

"No. We'll wait for them." Draco said in a relaxed tone.

"What? Why?" Potter asked, baffled.

Draco sighed. "It's a plan all three of you need to hear." he replied.

Harry stared at him and blinked slowly. "What's it about?" he questioned, finally.

Draco gave him a flat look and Potter backed off. For the next few minutes, he watched, amused as Potter looked around the room as if there was something interesting to look at and pressed his hands together before looking back at Draco questioningly, and averting his eyes as he noticed Draco's penetrating gaze. Then, he started to exude a frustrated aura which Draco found a bit intriguing and curious. Some five to ten minutes later, Potter blurt out:

"So, what? We're going to just wait here until they're here?" When Draco looked away, instead of answering, Potter vented: "I have homework, you know. I can't waste my time here while your favorite teacher's long essay is due tomorrow."

Draco snickered, a smile twisting his lips. "You still haven't done the essay yet?" Professor Snape had assigned them the essay days ago. Draco had already finished it the day it was given.

Potter's eyebrow twitched before he glared hostilely. "I had Charms homework and I had to practice the Vanishing Spell for Transfiguration and-" Draco bit the side of his lip as his shoulders shook with laughter. "Hey, stop laughing." his face had turned red with both anger and embarrassment. "It's only the beginning of the year and the teachers have already started to load up work on us. I don't have time for that with all the things going on."

Draco calmed himself down, though a few laughs slipped through his lips. He stared soberly as his eyes fixed on Potter's head, the hilarity quickly pushed away by a spike of lust that pulsed through him as he noted Potter's messy dark hair. How many times had Draco dreamed of slipping his hands through those locks of hair? It wasn't just the idea of raking his hands through Potter's hair, but the idea of being so close to Potter that really got him in the gut.

The fact was, after spending a year or so at this place, Draco's tendency to desire anyone with a cock had lessened so much that now, even lusting for Potter came in small amounts. It probably wasn't, because he was getting over Potter's non-existent charm, but for three reasons.

First: after Flint fucked him, it had traumatised him a bit- or, a lot. He realized that he was more scared of getting fucked now and that was because the wanker, Flint didn't know the fuck he was doing. No lubrication, no preparation? Draco's arsehole was tight and tiny now that he was a virgin again and being forced apart hurt like a bitch.

Second: The stress of all that had happened to him had gotten rid of all the usual urges he had. When he first came, sure, the lust was alive and kicking even if he was in somebody else's body, but he had gotten too used to not being penetrated from behind or getting so close to naked, hot skin that he became sweaty, pleasurable limbs.

Third: There was no age gap between the students here and him, but still, he found it a little bit awkward to imagine fucking boys or girls who weren't anywhere near his real age. That's why, he had only given them a mild snog. If they were ever to experience Draco's hell-to-bent tonguing, they would melt. Of that, Draco was sure.

"You know what, Potter?" Draco said after much silence. "How about I help you with your homework?"

Potter gave him a confused look. "What? That's not possible." he quickly blurted.

Draco smirked. "Why? Do you think you're doing good with your studies?" he remembered Potter's pitiful ranks in Potions and knew that despite being lucky and skillful in dueling and Seeking, Potter was useless at actually thinking through his assignments. When Potter lowered his eyes in partial defeat, Draco knew he was right about thinking that Potter was incapable of handling his assignments. "I don't blame you, It is the O.W.L. year. The teachers always give too much work for us to work with. And your tiny head obviously can't handle it all at once."

Potter's sulky glare turned fiery as he stood up abruptly. "You've been insulting me a lot lately, Malfoy and I really don't like it." Potter grit out.

Draco gave an innocent head-cock to the side. "Are you sure? I've heard some people like that kind-of thing."

Before he could be prepared or even blink through his taken-aback shock, Potter had slammed him back off the sofa and Draco was thudding down on the floor with the sofa. Panting, face red, and eyes blazing green flame, Potter was straddling Draco's middle.

"No." growled Potter, his mouth close and yet, so far from Draco's own. "YOU'RE the one who likes that kind-of thing."

Draco's lips parted as his breath left him. His head felt a bit hazy and his whole body was suddenly waking up in the most blissfully tantalising way.

"You're right." breathed Draco, grey eyes fixated on Potter's. "I do like that kind-of thing."

Potter's eyes widened as his head jerked back and he stared down at Draco for a long time. They didn't dare speak as the tense air around them changed to something else entirely.

It had been such a long time since Draco had felt that twinge of lust growing into something more potent that he felt dizzy, and hot all over.

"Draco." Potter said in a low voice and lowered his head down, little by little until his mouth was just hovering over Draco's. The blond Slytherin noted all of Potter's features up close and waited with bated breath as Potter leaned down and finally, put his mouth over Draco's. It was uncertain and slightly hesitated for just a moment, but all that vanished when Draco let out a moan and opened his mouth under Potter's.

It was then, that Potter did what Draco was waiting for him to do. He took charge.

-0-

Just one, most enticing noise came from Draco's mouth and it was Harry's undoing. He had indistinctly heard that moan before; with Homer Jr. and himself in Grimmauld Place the night Peter Pettigrew was captured. But to hear it clearly, it was like a flash of hot pleasure right in front of his eyes. He couldn't hold back; all the thoughts, all the dreams, and all the fantasies that he had unwillingly been having - since Draco Malfoy had kissed him for the first time - were pouring through his system.

He meshed his lips against Draco's, roughly and didn't pull back one bit. Just kept on pushing and pushing, trying to take everything from those lips as he instinctively pushed his front to grind against Draco's. Harry never thought he'd ever treat a lover this way. Whenever he had thought about making love or kissing the one he desired (like Cho Chang), he had always thought he would be gentle and kind. He had thought that he would consider the others pleasure instead of treating his partner with selfish charges. He wasn't like Flint, of course, he wasn't. Draco wanted him back, he could see it in the Slytherin's eyes.

He had been able to see it since the start; he just couldn't identify the emotion behind them until now.

And if those grey eyes weren't enough of an indication now, since they were closed tightly to relish the feeling on his lips right now, than, the way Draco kept on opening his mouth wider and wider with every bit of Harry's tongue digging deeper and deeper inside would be enough to assume that he need not stop. So, they kept on devouring each other with their tongues meeting, pulling, sucking, licking, and tightening around each other. As they went along with the flow, clothes became an irritation and even if Harry tried to ignore the urge, he felt himself twitching to take off his and Draco's shirt and then, those pants.

Harry had twice seen Draco's nude profile. The first time, he had been too disturbed by the scenario to notice the attraction of Draco's long legs, his almost hairless chest, and that delightfully wonderful long neck. But later, he had come to more than appreciate them.

He wanted to see, he knew now, but something was wrong. Even though, some part of him had thought that it would be easy to stop if he ever wanted to, he couldn't move himself away from Draco's wet and hot mouth to strip them both. It was magnetising; this lust. He kept on grinding himself against Draco as they kissed, frustrated beyond belief, because he couldn't move away and feeling so damn good snogging Malfoy that he just couldn't care less. He was conflicted between two urges and both were unusually strong on equal sides.

Why the hell did Harry think it was a good idea to wear a robe? He couldn't even take that off, because his arms would be in the way and right now, his hands were busy touching and caressing Draco's skin under his shirt. The buttons were hardly open, Harry was just digging his hand under the area in between the buttons and touching as much hot and feverish skin as he could.

"A-ah!" Draco groaned, pulling away from him finally. Harry, if not for that, would not have realised that he was running out of breath. He would die, snogging that snobby little Slytherin and he wouldn't even know.

Something was really wrong with that.

Harry panted, his head pounding as hard as his heart while he watched, fascinated as Draco breathed, his face dotted with pink and fervent red.

"Oh." breathed Draco shakily, his whole body convulsing under Harry as he closed his eyes. "Merlin."

Draco Malfoy really was a sight to beheld when aroused and feverish. His ears were whole pink, his body quivering and sultry, his breaths heavy and hot, and his eyes watery with glazed-over lust. Harry didn't know he was kissing Draco again until his lips had captured the other boy's lips and held them there for a while. He pulled away and while unbuttoning Draco's shirt, he licked and sucked his way to Draco's deliciously tempting neck. Harry was so turned on, he shouldn't even have to say that he had never been so turned on in his whole life.

Biting Draco's neck was heavenly, a crash-and-burn full-course of pleasure that reached all the way to his toes. The pleasure was so much and yet, still so little since it hadn't made him cum, that all the inhibitions he still owned somewhere in his consciousness vanquished.

Harry experienced his first time being so animalistic that he treated someone he knew with no care. He ripped apart Draco's shirt uncaringly and sucked on Draco's chest, holding on tightly on the blond's shoulder, and bit and sucked the flesh presented to him.

"Ah, Ah, AH!" Draco cried as Harry pinched his already hard nipples at first in curiousity and then, licking it with his mouth with determination as Draco arched his back. Harry knew one thing; he wanted to hear those noises over and over again. They were so stimulating, so sweet to his ear that he was sure he would cum just hearing those.

"P-Potter!"

Wrong. He almost came just by hearing his last name being called by those lips.

Harry groaned, and zipped open Draco's trousers first before his own. Draco watched this, eyes glazed and mesmerised in a dazed fashion before they lightened up with energy at seeing Harry's hard-on and he reached for it.

Just one touch was enough; the white flash captured him again and this time, he unfastened his load. His eyes closed in satisfaction as he let out an appreciative groan.

He could hear the fluctuating hitches in Draco's heavy pants as he opened his eyes and stared intensely at the quivering mess Draco made, just sitting there, trembling and looking at Harry to do something. That vulnerable face was so innocent; Harry couldn't almost recognise the person behind that profile and when he did, he realised that he was seriously in trouble. Harry held onto Draco's painful hard-on and let the white-blond boy cum with a shrieking cry.

Because if such a face was pleading him to do anything, he would do it in a heart-beat.