Harry jumped down from the railing and led Draco to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Fara Frica" Harry said. She didn't open, eyeing Draco.

"It does not do well to allow a Slyherin into the dorms."

"I'll bring who I want back to my room." Harry growled, "Fara Frica."

She glared at him, but swung open.

Harry pulled Draco in after him, the common room was empty and Harry bolted up the stairs to his empty dorm. He closed the door behind them and locked it with his wand. He pushed Draco up behind the door.

"Oomf."

Draco's cheeks were colored with the excitement he felt coursing through his body. Harry attacked his neck, chin, and ears with bites and kisses. Draco was taking deep breaths for control, but it was getting increasingly more difficult. He found Harry's mouth again, grounding himself to the feel of Harry's lips on his. His heart raced and he could feel it in his bones what was coming.

Draco found the hem of Harry's shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth swipe.

His hands roamed the bronze landscape of his chest, running over every scar that dared mark his beauty. Harry followed suit and unclasped each of Draco's buttons, removing it from his arms.

Now it was Harry's turn to stare. They'd each seen one another in a similar state, even a bit more, but this time was different, they could both feel it. This was Draco's first time in Harry's dorm, Draco's was always more accessible due to Blaise never being in. It's harder to find alone time when you share a room with four other blokes.

Draco's arms reached behind Harry, his hands filtering through his ebony locks. Harry ran his fingers down Draco's arms and his sides, running them lightly along his pants line. Draco shivered.

Harry whispered, "are you scared?"

Draco nodded slightly, "but also, not." he smiled and kissed him

Harry unbuttoned Draco's trousers and they fell to the floor. They didn't break eye contact as Draco's hands came down and did the same to Harry.

Draco turned them around, pushing Harry against the wall..

Their touches, which were often rough and rushed, slowed down and were light on each other, lingering on every surface.

Harry pulled away and led Draco to his bed. He tugged him onto the mattress and closed the hangings.

Both Harry and Draco's hard cocks sprung free as they removed their underwear. Draco brought Harry close to him, their members grazing each other, they jumped at the touch.

Harry pushed the blond backwards onto his back. He searched his face once more, giving him an opportunity to back out. There was no doubt in his eyes.

Harry kissed him heavily on the mouth, taking every drop he could before laying kisses down his chest, past his naval; Draco attempted to hold in his whimpers at each kiss, but it was hopeless. His stomach churned with excitement and ecstasy. Harry continued to litter kisses along the line of fine white hair and down his thighs.

Harry had Draco's thighs held down to minimize the wiggling. Finally, as Draco waited, panting and buzzing with elation, Harry ran his wet, hot, tongue up Draco's hard length. Draco's hips jerked instinctively and he moaned. Noone had ever touched him like that.

With little time to think about it, Harry filled his mouth with Draco, his hands twisted in the bed sheets when Harry began to move up and down his hard cock. With every movement up, Harry's tongue moved across the slit at the top, eliciting delicious noises from the blond.

Draco's mind was swimming. He felt the hum of Harry's throat vibrate quietly against him.

"Harry." Draco keened. He reached down and lightly tugged at the black haired man below him. Harry released him with a little pop of noise and looked up.

"I'm going to finish too soon if you don't stop." Draco pointed out.

"I want you to."

"Not yet. Come here."

Harry slowly dragged his tongue up his shaft one more time before moving back up to Dracos' level.

With no hesitation, Draco reached down to wrap his fist around Harry's own pulsing cock. He whined at the touch.

Draco used his wand to lube up his hand and encircled Harry's erection, gliding up and down while busying his mouth with Harry's as he gave up quiet cries of pleasure.

Harry pulled Draco close, squeezing his cheeks, Draco nipped his neck.

Draco's hand was still moving along Harry, but Harry reached down and pulled his hand away.

Both men were red, naked, hard, and nervous.

Harry looked at Draco, "are we going to . . .? 'Cause we don't have to." he said quietly.

Draco shook his head, "I want to. Do you?"

Harry nodded, smiling.

"Okay." Draco grinned in return and moved on top of Harry to straddle him, "safety word is stop, because we can literally stop at any time."

"Right." Harry gulped, "I don't think I'll want to".

Draco leaned down to kiss him once more, then settled himself between Harry's legs. He ran his hands down Harry's thighs, then grazing his nails back up towards his knees.

Harry shivered.

Draco ran a finger over Harry's puckered hole, he felt Harry clench slightly at the touch. He was scared Harry wouldn't like it, or he wouldn't, though he knew that was unlikely. Draco magiked his fingers with lube and pressed gently against Harry. One finger slipped into the top knuckle. Harry and Draco locked eyes as Harry gasped.

Harry nodded, almost imperceptibly; Draco pushed his finger in further, Harry drew in a deep breath.

Draco moved around a bit inside Harry, getting him used to the feeling, pulling in and out slowly. Both Draco and Harry's cocks were hard and waiting impatiently.

Draco entered a second finger; "Oh!" Harry exclaimed.

"Are you okay?"

Harry nodded, "don't stop, yet."

Draco moved his two fingers around, in and out.

When he slid his third finger in, Harry's hips jerked up and he made a new sound Draco had never heard before. He froze, mid third finger waiting for Harry to give the go-ahead.

Harry took deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth.

On the fourth breath, he nodded again to Draco who continued to familiarize Harry with having something inside him.

Draco, for just a few strokes, ran his other hand up and down Harry's thrumming member; "ahh" Harry sighed.

Draco removed his fingers and pressed the head of his slick penis against Harry.

"Do it." Harry ordered.

Draco pressed into him, Harry's tightness pressing against every part of his member, Draco cursed, "fuck" he whispered. He moved slowly, for the benefit of himself and Harry.

Harry made noises that sounded uncomfortable to Draco, but he insisted they keep going. Draco was fully sheathed inside Harry; he was warm and tight, Draco had never imagined it would feel like this. He was immediately ready to cum inside Harry but willed himself to stay.

They didn't move for a few minutes, Harry's hands were clasped onto Draco's hips, holding him still.

His eyes were closed and his head was back, as though concentrating. Draco watched him and admired every angle of his face. He suddenly looked up, his emerald eyes staring at Draco. With his hands, he pulled Draco out a little and brought him back in completely, getting a deep groan from Draco as reward. Harry controlled Draco like this, pulling him in and out from the hips several times. Both men gave quiet grunts with each movement, Harry let go of Draco's hips and pulled him down for a kiss; this changed their positions and Harry squealed.

Harry tongued Draco's mouth frantically, he pulled away putting his lips to Draco's ear.

"Fuck me," he breathed.

Draco, on his own, pulled out from Harry to his head and pressed into him again.

"Yes." Harry sighed, eyes closed, head back.

Draco's movements quickened in and out of Harry.

With every move, Harry moaned, grunted, or cried in pleasure. Draco was extremely close to his release, The head of Harry's member shone with the slow stream of precum that was trickling out. Draco slowed, licking the top of Harry's cock.

"Mmmmmmm" Harry hummed in need of more.

Draco placed one hand in the middle of Harry's chest and the other around his pulsing cock. He pumped on Harry in time with each thrust into him.

Harry started to roll his hips, eager to finish.

Draco moved his hand from Harry's chest to his thigh, holding him in place.

They both grunted with each thrust, hungry to feel their releases with each other.

Draco finished with three slow thrusts, savouring the feel of every drop coming out him and into Harry, while simultaneously feeling the heat from Harry's pearly juices erupting over his hands. They let out a strangled cry, coming to a stop.

Draco was slumped over Harry, breathing heavily. He pulled out from Harry completely, and laid next to him after giving him a kiss. They each turned to their sides to face one another, smiling and sleepy.

Harry barely remembered that they had been fighting before, it was far in the back of his mind. He reached over Draco for his wand and cleaned up the stickiness that lingered on them. Draco moved closer to Harry and entwined their feet together. He looked into Harry's shining eyes, warm, kind, everything Draco wasn't. He often found it hard to believe that he was dating Harry Potter, he wouldn't give it up for anything.

"Will you marry me?" he asked.

Harry's eyes, which had drifted over and around Draco's body, snapped back to attention to meet the steele gray eyes, searching for a sign of a joke. He found none.

"Yes." He said, realizing Draco had been serious. Realizing he wouldn't be happy unless he could spend his life with him.

"Good. I love you."

"I love you."

They had never said those words, though they had each felt that way early on.

Draco turned around, allowing Harry to wrap his arms around his middle, pulling him close so they fit together.

In a few short minutes, they were both asleep.