Harry turned over in bed and sighed. Apparently his brief period of getting to sleep easily was over; just when he'd been getting used to it, too. But now his brain wouldn't settle down.
The tutoring with Draco had been going well; they'd been at it for three days now. Draco was a surprisingly patient teacher, perfectly willing to explain theories in different ways until Harry really grasped them. Harry'd brewed a perfect Dreamless Sleep potion yesterday, all by himself. The last time he'd tried it, in Potions class, he'd had Hermione's help and still it had turned into useless glop.
The only problem Harry had now was that he was incredibly horny. He spent several hours every day in close proximity to Draco, who smelled delicious all the time, and couldn't help remembering how he tasted, how he felt, how clever his fingers were…it was torture.
He was pretty much over the Imperius incident. Draco's motives weren't exactly unclear, and Harry was familiar with Draco's tendency to make a plan and leap into action without thinking it through. It was practically Gryffindor.
But now they were getting along again, back to long debates about whatever occurred to them, fast and furious games of Quidditch and Seeker's Tag, ease in each other's presence. And Harry hadn't missed the gleam in Draco's eye when he thought Harry wasn't looking; he wanted Harry, too, Harry was sure of it.
A true Gryffindor would get up out of his tangled bedclothes, march himself straight down to Draco's room, and snog him right out of his pyjamas. Was Harry a true Gryffindor?
Sort of. He might need a cup of cocoa first.
"Harry, you okay?" Ron asked softly as Harry climbed out of bed.
"I'm fine," Harry answered. "Just can't sleep."
"Is it your scar?" The fear they all lived with, even now when his scar hadn't pained him in so long.
"No. I just can't sleep. I'll be back in a while."
"Let me know if you need me, mate," said Ron, and turned over and went back to sleep.
Ron was the best friend a bloke could have, Harry thought with affection, and went down to the kitchen. He had fixed his cocoa and was sipping it when he heard the padding of bare feet and Draco came in, wearing pyjama bottoms and nothing else.
"I thought I heard you come down here," he said, smiling at Harry. "What is it with you and cocoa, anyway?"
"It makes me feel better," said Harry. "There's some more in the saucepan, if you want some."
"Thanks. Weren't there some biscuits somewhere, too?"
"If Ron didn't finish them, they should be in the pantry."
Draco discovered that Ron had indeed finished the biscuits. "Damn it. So, why do you need feeling better? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," said Harry. "I just couldn't sleep."
Draco gave him a friendly leer. "I could help you with that."
Harry gulped, but met Draco's eyes and leered back. "I was thinking so, yeah."
Draco dropped his mug, which shattered on the table, spilling cocoa everywhere. He ignored the mess, staring at Harry with his mouth hanging open for a moment. Then he seemed to recall his dignity and said, "Come on, then," and held out his hand to Harry.
"Evanesco," said Harry, and the mess on the table vanished so thoroughly that the entire table looked as though it had been stripped and freshly polished to a high shine. He put his hand in Draco's and was hauled up against the other boy with no ceremony.
They devoured each other's mouths, struggling for balance on Draco's chair. Harry trailed his mouth down the side of Draco's neck and Draco threw his head back so hard the chair fell over with a resounding crash.
They lay on the floor staring at each other for a moment, listening for sounds of disturbance. When they indeed heard footsteps coming toward the stairs, they bolted into the pantry and huddled there, plastered together and peeking out through a crack in the door.
The footsteps entered the kitchen and turned out to belong to Professor Snape, who scowled at the overturned chair and then swept the room with a suspicious glance. Draco ran his hand down Harry's side and between his legs: Harry almost levitated straight through the ceiling. He barely bit back the startled squawk, and the groan as Draco squeezed. He gritted his teeth.
"Irresponsible brats," Snape muttered, righting the chair and then inspecting the saucepan Harry had made the cocoa in. Teeth nibbled the rim of Harry's ear, and he ground his hips back against Draco's. Draco's breath hitched.
Dammit, Snape wasn't leaving! He was getting out more cocoa makings! Harry never would have pegged Snape as a cocoa drinker before, although at the moment it was hard to care. He had to stay silent, had to, but Draco's hand was doing such wicked things! Harry threw his head back on Draco's shoulder, gasping as quietly as he could.
Draco bit the side of his neck. Harry craned around so that their lips could meet, and ground back against Draco again. Draco thrust against him in return, and then neither of them could keep still, writhing against each other and trying desperately to stay silent.
Harry actually bit through his lip when he came, and Draco bit his shoulder uncomfortably hard a moment later. Frantically, Harry peeked out at Snape again; he was drinking cocoa with a meditative expression on his face. Oh, Merlin, what if he'd heard them?
But he gave no sign. Very quietly, the two of them backed away from the pantry door and leaned against the shelves, catching their breaths. After a minute, Draco reached for Harry and pulled him into a loose embrace, kissing his lips softly. They stood there like that, kissing languidly, for a couple of minutes.
"Gratified as I am that you seem to be getting along again, may I suggest you do it somewhere more appropriate?" came Snape's dry voice right over Harry's shoulder.
Harry and Draco leaped apart. "Sorry, sir!" Draco gasped, trying to keep Harry between him and Snape's view of the wet spot on his pyjama bottoms.
"We'll go right now!" Harry said, and the two of them ran away, with absolutely no dignity at all. They ran all the way up to Draco's room, where they collapsed on the bed in mortified laughter.
"I'm glad we're getting along again too," said Harry, when they had calmed down somewhat.
"Me too," said Draco, removing Harry's momentary panic over having said something soppy. "Let's get rid of these pyjamas, shall we?"
Both of them stripped, then lay back down, eyes roaming over each other's bodies. Harry put out a hand and stroked Draco's chest, eliciting goose bumps and peaked nipples, which he just had to nibble. Draco's hands ran up and down his back while he did that, dipping down to clutch briefly at his arse when he blew on the nipple in his mouth.
From there he had to nibble down Draco's very nice pecs, detouring around his rampant cock to lick at his thighs and the backs of his knees. Draco squirmed and moaned, "Please…"
Harry had mercy then and mouthed at his cock. Draco gasped and clutched Harry's hair as he sucked; Harry had to resist or choke. So he used his hand on the part he couldn't swallow, and Draco seemed to have no objections, writhing and finally coming with a shout. Harry managed to swallow it all, then eeled up and kissed Draco ferociously.
He didn't reclaim the other hand, which had been gently stretching Draco open. Draco didn't object to that either, just locked his legs around Harry's waist and kissed him back with equal abandon.
"I'm going to fuck you, Draco," said Harry, removing his three fingers.
"Yes," Draco gasped.
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes! Please, Harry!"
Harry ran a spit-slicked hand over his own cock and lined himself up. When Draco wriggled impatiently, he pushed gently, then harder as his own lust started to get the better of him.
"Harry, slow down," Draco begged, sounding a little scared.
He tried, he really did, but he didn't know how successful he was. He did know he was at the limits of his control by the time he was fully seated inside Draco. "Okay?" he asked breathlessly.
Draco hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and Harry was at last able to thrust. And thrust he did, his control gone, just wanting to pound Draco into the mattress. And Draco moaned and writhed and shouted, "Yes! Oh Gods, Harry, yes! That's so good, oh, Harry, oh, Harry…"
Until they both came like rockets going off.
Afterward, Harry collapsed on Draco, still inside him, unable to support himself on his shaking arms any more. Draco lay bonelessly beneath him, eyes closed, smiling a huge wide smile.
"You're so good, Harry," he murmured.
"Mmmph," Harry grunted, rapidly sinking into sleep.
"Sleep now."
"Mmmph."