A/N: Hello, all! One more chapter up- sorry it hasn't been sooner, but I've been quite distracted. I'll be trying to update at least one of my stories each week- but no promises. Also, planning on doing an LOTR thing... we'll see....

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Chapter Three: Am I Such a Bad Boy?

Draco:

I found myself moaning into Harry's mouth as he clutched me to him. Noise is essential for makeout sessions. Otherwise, it's just plain kissing. Boooooring. So that's why we did it in the most interesting of places (Potions supply closet) with the most erotic of noises (me moaning into Harry's mouth). Sometimes I made him moan, but it was my day to be sub.

Sort of.

Snickering inwardly, I snaked my hands up between us and began pinching his nipples through his shirt, causing his groan to meet mine. Ah, the old nipple pinching. He fell for it every time. Maybe this time I'd be able to unzip his pants before he stopped me. Sliding my tongue around his mouth, I began to unbutton his shirt.

Harry didn't seem to notice. Instead, his tongue was busy parrying mine in a lovers' dance.

Yes! Smooth, warm skin greeted my fingertips and Harry moaned again.

Flash! Flash!

"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGG!!!!" I yelled, reaching out and blindly smacking Collin Creevy in the face. He gave a little "meep" of surprise and then ran out of the Potions room, blushing. I had been so close. SO DAMNED CLOSE!

"Draco..." Harry half slid out of the supply closet, smiling. "Let him go..." His arms slid around my waist and pulled me close. Lazily, he nibbled on my ear. "You know, I was dreading graduation until three months ago," Harry whispered. I squirmed erotically- it tickled.

"Hm," was all I could say.

"Now, I'm looking forward to it." His fingers began to trace circles on my stomach. "One week after and we'll be living ..... you and me... together... always." Harry's train of thought seemed to waver deliciously as I reached back and ran my hands up his thighs. With a shudder, he pulled away, smiling. "And we can have sex wherever and whenever we want." He licked his lips and winked.

That put me into half a foul mood. "We can have sex period," I growled, giving him a mock frown. "I don't get any as it is."

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Harry:

Have you ever wanted to touch someone so badly it made you hurt inside? Before Draco and I were together, but when we were still friends, Greg (Goyle) gave me a tiny photo album with pictures of Draco. They were mostly from first year- with his soft cheeks, still covered in that silky child's skin that is like water and wine. Pouty, full lips that pulled my heart to the limit did not smile at me, but gave me a soft sense of tenderness. Oh how I wanted to kiss them....

//Harry lay on his stomach, regarding the photo album with a gentle smile on his face. Beside him, Draco lay on his back, listening to the comments that drifted over to him.

"You're really cute here." Harry ducked his head closer to the photo, which flicked him off.

"Hn. You'd think you were in love with me the way you talked."

"Maybe I am." Harry turned the page. "Oh Lord... this is adorable."

Draco rolled over and peered at the picture. For a moment he was silent, looking at Harry instead of the image. "Yes. I was quite cute wasn't I."

"No."

"No?" Blond eyebrows flicked. Draco inched closer so that his forehead and Harry's nearly met over the pages of the album. "What do you mean no?"

"You're not cute." The Boy who Lived suddenly flushed brightly. Pink, curving lips accentuated into a vague "kiss me" expression smirked up from the book. Grey eyes that shone with an inner mischief and pride glinted out at him. His cheeks were flushed to the point where it looked as if he had been out in the cold. "You're beautiful." At the time, Harry had thought Draco's features were sharp. But perhaps that was because his were simply sharper than the other people he usually saw. Now they looked soft and inviting. Silky and seductively soft as no child's face had a right to look. Pedophilia...

"I am or I was?"

Abruptly, Harry sat up. Pushing his glasses up on his nose, he said, "You decide." And, snatching up the book, he stalked out of the room.//

I grinned at Draco. "You remember looking at that photo album that Greg got for me?"

He grunted noncommittally, nose still buried in a book of Transfiguration. We were curled up together by a fire that someone had kindly lit in a side room on the fourth floor. Well, not exactly together considering he was on one side of the couch reading his little book and I was on the other side, playing with some putty type stuff that we had made in Potions.

"Are you listening to me?"

"What?" Finally, he looked up. " 'd you say something?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to know if you remember looking at that photo album that Greg gave me."

"Oh yeah…" Draco made a funny looking face. "You were really acting strangely about that."

I laughed. "You were far too sexy for your own good when you were that age."

I had expected him to turn a bright pink and duck his head under his book, mumbling something I couldn't hear, but he didn't. Instead, he turned a pale greenish color and stared at me with mistrustful grey eyes. I frowned.

"Something wrong?"

"No," he said quickly, turning back to his book.

"Yes," I corrected and scooted closer, laying my hand on his knee. He pulled away and my frown deepened. "Draco…"

"Don't talk about how I looked," he snapped, throwing the book on the floor. "Don't talk about me when I was young. I thought you would know enough by now, Potter."

I sat back, stung. He never called me that any more. Rarely.

There was a tangible silence that ran between us and I felt incredibly like crying. Suddenly, he broke it by flinging himself across the couch and throwing his arms around me. "Sorry, Harry," he mumbled into my shoulder. "There…" Draco sat up slowly, his eyes avoiding mine. "There are things…"

"Don't tell me."

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To be continued.... (Ha ha! I'm off to watch Tom Felton "do his thing" in Anna and the King... whee!)