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 36:

Harry's POV, same night

I watch Draco writhe underneath my touch, absolutely fascinated by the way he's reacting to the Aperio Vis Vires spell. I grin, wondering how he'd react if he knew Charlie had been the one to tell me about it. It was a popular one among the Dragon Keepers, since the long Romanian nights gave them plenty of time to experiment.

I know exactly how it feels to have the raw energy course over my skin, since I tried the spell on myself last week. My cock twitches at the memory of the wild magic teasing over my skin, and I let my hand hover over Draco's skin, knowing exactly how much it must torment him.

"Fuck, Harry," he gasps, jumping as though I've touched him. I smile, slowly moving my hand down until it rests just above his dripping cock. He cries out wordlessly this time, bucking up to try to touch his erection to my palm.

I cluck my tongue, pulling my hand back. I know the moment I actually touch him again he'll come, and I'm not ready for that. I have plans for this evening, and I don't intend to let my aching cock make me forget them.

"So, Draco," I purr, moving my hand away. He looks up immediately at the loss, and I can tell how close to the edge he is – his usually grey eyes are nearly black with arousal. "What would you call this?"

He glares at me, inching closer to regain contact with my body, sliding his thigh along the bed until it's flush with mine. His skin is warm and soft, and for a moment I forget myself, moaning when his hand brushes over my erection.

"No, seriously," I say, backing away again. Any further and I'll be falling over the edge of the mattress. "What do you call what we are? Are we dating? Are we just having fun? I need to know."

He growls and lunges at me, leaving me no choice but to send a wandless spell at him. Seconds later he's bound to the headboard, his teeth gnashing as he pulls against the restraints. His erection hasn't flagged in the least, which reassures me that it's frustration, not anger, which has him cursing a blue streak as he struggles.

The spell I've used has dwindled, so I renew it, hearing him gasp when my hands are once again glowing. I tease him, running a finger down his ankle, and he gasps, his body going rigid with pleasure.

"What are we?"

He groans, letting his head fall back against the headboard. I'd be enjoying his frustration if I wasn't so damn frustrated myself, but I know I'd never get a straight answer out of him if I asked him in a normal situation. That's simply not how Draco Malfoy works.

"Untie me, you arsehole!" he yells, kicking out at me with his unfettered feet. I sit back, easily dodging his foot.

"Answer me and I will," I say calmly. I realize that I probably won't hear what I want to hear tonight, but I need to know nonetheless. I've been restless ever since the party at the Burrow, afraid that we aren't on the same page about our future.

"Stop playing at being Slytherin, Potter," he sneers, kicking out once more for good measure. I touch my hand to his knee, sliding it up toward his groin slowly. He tenses again, unable to stop the moan that slips past his lips as I skirt his erection and continue up his torso until my fingers reach his mouth. It's dangerous, I know – he's just as likely to bite me as kiss me at this point – but I trace his lips with my fingers, enjoying the way he shudders underneath me as the feel of the wild magic tingles against his skin.

"I don't know," he says quietly, his eyes wide open as he stares into mine. I can see the truth of his statement in the swirling grey depths, and even though it's more of an answer than I'd had a right to expect, I can't help but feel hurt.

I wave my hand, letting the bonds fall away. Though my heart is aching, I don't let it show as I murmur a Lubrication Spell, preparing myself for him. I know he won't last long after being kept on the brink for so long, but it doesn't matter. For right now, I want him any way I can get him. For right now, it'll be enough.

TBC