The story you are about to read contains sex. I've attempted to write it as tastefully as possible and I think I've succeeded. This story isn't all about sex, but if any sort of sex bothers you don't read on.

It Started with a Hiss
The Joys of an Empty Hallway

Double Potions with Slytherin. The veritable dark spot at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry since the day Harry Potter set foot on the grounds his first year. Now, well into his seventh year, Harry still found himself dreading ever stepping into the dungeon that housed both Gryffindor and Slytherin for a fraction of the school day. Harry plopped down into his seat, his friend Ron following suit. Harry muttered, "I hate this class." Ron gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and nodded as Professor Snape swept into the room. Ron shrugged and sat his things on his desk in the acceptable order.

Class went relatively smoothly that day. So smoothly in fact that there was an abundance of free time before class let out. Snape sneered at his students every so often, but other than that was quiet. It was strange. Very strange. Harry found himself studying his Potions teacher carefully until a conversation caught his ear. Draco Malfoy snickered quietly with Crabbe and Goyle. "Look at Granger over there. She thinks she's so smart. I wish I could ruin her potion somehow. Gods, I hate Mudbloods."

"Shut up, Malfoy." Harry glared at Draco from his seat.

Draco raised his eyebrows suggestively at Crabbe and Goyle. "Oh look, it's Harry Potter, the Defender of Mudblood Honor." He shook his head sadly. "Such a waste of celebrity. Potter could have done great things with his status. But instead he defends the Mudblood...and impoverished. What a joke." He gave Harry a disgusted look. "A joke..."

Harry's eyes flashed. "Screw you, Malfoy."

Draco laughed dryly. "I hear you're half-Mudblood, Potter. Wasn't that mother of yours a dirty Mudblood?" His face dared Harry to respond to that. And respond Harry did.

In a flurry of robes, Harry's hands were soon wrapped around Draco's throat and slamming the blonde's head into his desk. Draco's hands clawed weakly at the hands holding him hostage, until suddenly Harry changed positions. One of Harry's legs had rested lightly against Draco's crotch stimulating the boy slightly, when Ron suddenly barreled into Harry's back, driving his leg further into Draco's crotch. Draco's eyes widened and he grew hard instantly. Harry felt Draco's hardness thrumming against his leg and gasped. It was at that moment that Snape pulled Harry off of Draco. Harry barely heard Snape take points away. "Twenty-five points from Gryffindor." Harry was staring at Draco in what Snape mistook as the burning need to wrap his hands around Draco's throat again. "Do it again, Mister Potter, and find Gryffindor fifty more points less." Harry refused to stop staring at Draco, who merely stared back, so Snape gave a disgusted sigh. "Weasley, take Potter outside." Ron nodded and led Harry out of the room.

Draco watched Harry leave the room. His mouth was open in shock and his eyes were glazed over with an indiscernible emotion. His eyes remained on the door well after Crabbe and Goyle had him on his feet. He was confused.

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It was time for Potions class. Professor Snape stood at the front of the class and rambled off various instructions for the potion they were about to create. The other students stared ahead, raptly paying attention to every word from the teacher's mouth, but all Draco heard was a low hum. He squinted and leaned forward, hoping to clear up Snape's words enough so he could make the potion himself. His movements caught the eye of Harry Potter, who turned around slightly and watched Draco with interest. Draco sighed with defeat. He couldn't understand a word Snape was saying. He slumped back in his seat and sighed again. His eyes drifted away from Snape and over his classmates, gaze finally meeting with Harry who gave him an amused smile and waved his notes at Draco temptingly. Draco resisted the urge to wipe his eyes and settled on staring at him in shock.

Harry stood up and walked slowly over to Draco. Draco's shock grew and he looked around at the people around him. It was like he and Harry were in an entirely different world, one that those around them couldn't even begin to see. Harry knelt at Draco's side and whispered softly in the nearby ear. "I want you, Draco Malfoy." With that Harry gracefully climbed up on Draco's desk, looking down at Draco.

Draco looked around again. "What are you doing, Potter? There are people around us and they can see..."

Harry cocked his head and smiled innocently. "What people?"

Draco clamored out of his seat when he discovered the lack of people in the room. Even Snape's distinct humming words were gone. "What's going on?"

Harry smiled again, this time devilishly. "You'll see." His hands went to the catch on his robes and swept them off. Draco gaped when Harry's naked body was revealed. "I dressed for you this morning." Harry reached out his hands to help Draco up onto the large desk. "Join me?"

Draco took Harry's hands and found himself pulled up onto the desk, his clothed body pressed against Harry. He felt Harry's hands everywhere as his clothes fluttered to the floor. "Harry...?" Harry's name fell from Draco's lips in a gruff whisper and then...then he couldn't speak. Harry's mouth covered Draco's in a searing kiss as the blond found himself led to his chair.

Harry ended the kiss and stood above Draco's arousal. "Will you take me, Draco?"

Draco's mouth fell open. "Of course..." His head fell backwards as Harry seated himself on Draco's lap. He could feel the heat surrounding him that felt nothing like he had ever felt before. Harry sat very still for a moment, his face frozen in an expression of extreme pleasure and extreme pain. His skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His lips were parted and his eyes were fluttering closed. Draco smiled and thrust upward and Harry threw his head back, small moans falling from his lips.

"Oooo, I hate you, Draco Malfoy. I hate you...Gods!...so much."

Draco awoke with a start. His sheets were twisted around his body and he was covered in layers of sweat. He looked at the scenery around him and nearly howled. "I hate you, Harry Potter!"

A pillow was thrown square in his face. "Shut up, Malfoy..."

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Harry found himself being dragged by his robes down a dusty, deserted hallway. He could tell by the lack of paintings that no one had been down this hallway in a very long time. His feet left long, uninterrupted tracks in the dust as his captor held on to his robes so that he couldn't see their face. All that he knew of this person was that they had average sized feet and was obviously pretty strong to be able to drag a struggling Harry along behind them. Harry could hear small grunts of exertion. "Let me go! Who are you?!" Harry's shouts echoed through the hallway until finally he was unceremoniously dropped at the hallway's dead end. Harry looked up to find a panting Draco Malfoy standing above him. "Malfoy?"

That was all he could get out before Draco grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into the wall. "Shut up!" The blond boy hissed his order at Harry before pressing his lips against the startled boy's. Draco's hands pressed Harry's shoulders painfully into the wall behind him. Draco broke away, panting even more this time. "What are you doing to me?" His breath came out in short gasps as he stared directly at Harry, who was very shocked by now. Draco shook Harry roughly and asked his question again. "What are you doing to me?"

Harry blinked back at Draco for a moment, before finally finding his wits and offering a reply. "Um, nothing." He wondered what had gotten into Draco to make him want to drag Harry down a deserted hallway and attempt to rape him. Harry blinked again at Draco, who was pacing in front of Harry muttering to himself. "What do you mean?"

Draco's head snapped up and Harry once again found himself pressed roughly against the wall. This time Draco was dangerously close to choking Harry, with his arm bent at the elbow and lightly pressed against Harry's throat. Draco's leg was wound between Harry's and his mouth was against the shell of Harry's ear. Draco's warm breath made Harry shudder. "I want you," he hissed into Harry's ear. With that he flexed his hips against Harry's, showing him exactly how wanted he was.

Harry gasped, surprised yet strangely aroused by the whole ordeal. The feeling of Draco's erection humming gently against his hip and Draco's breath against his ears sent him into a jumble. Soon, Harry was in the same titillated state that Draco was in. He too pressed his arousal against the other boy, drawing a moan from both of them. "What are you doing to me?" Harry's arms, once limp at his sides, wrapped around Draco. One hand wound itself in Draco's hair and the other came to a stop at the small of Draco's back, trying to press his hips further against Harry's.

Draco moaned again. "Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to seduce you." His teeth settled on fleshy part of Harry's ear, drawing yet another gasp from the boy.

"Seduce me? But we hate each other." The hand in Draco's hair gently massaged his head and the hand at the small of Draco's back slowly drifted down. Draco's soon followed suit and one crept up to Harry's hair while the other sneaked down the front of Harry's pants. As Draco's hand met its aim Harry's back arched sending him further into Draco.

Draco leered at Harry. "I do hate you. But I can't seem to stop thinking about you." Harry was flushed, his mouth open slightly and his eyes closed. "I have these...dreams about you. You look exactly like this." Draco wrapped his fist around Harry's erection and very slowly moved his hand up and down its length. Harry choked as if trying to hold back a moan. Draco leaned forward to whisper in Harry's ear. "Just moan. I know you want to. And I want to hear my name fall from your lips." Draco's fist moved faster and Harry choked again.

"I can't...wrong...so wrong..." Harry's world became all hands and feeling. Draco's hand moving so tantalizingly over his arousal. Draco's hand entangled in his hair. His hand gliding smoothly over the silkiness of Draco's hair. The feel of Draco's skin under his hand.

Draco laughed. "But this is so right. Even your body says so." Draco's hand squeezed roughly and Harry finally moaned. "See?" He laughed again as he leaned forward to press light kisses against Harry's exposed neck.

Harry gave up fighting. Draco was far too talented at what he was doing to even comprehend fighting it. Harry's world widened to take in Draco's lips. Draco's lips pressed against a pale throat. Draco's lips kissing upwards and finally...finally pressing against Harry's. "Gods!" Harry moaned again and kissed Draco back with urgency, feeling Draco pull him closer and closer to the edge.

Draco sensed this change in Harry and removed his hands from Harry. He smiled at the weak whimper that left Harry's mouth as the sensations dwindled. His smile grew as Harry gasped in surprise as adept hands removed any clothing that was in their way. Then...the hands returned and a moan sputtered weakly from Harry's lips. Harry took to leaning against Draco as his knees wobbled beneath him and he teetered dangerously. Gradually Draco led his prize to the floor. Just as gradually Draco prepped him and entered him, all the while slowly pumping Harry's erection. Harry gasped as the pain seeped in between the tendrils of pleasure. Harry curled his arms around Draco's neck. Draco covered the panting mouth with his own, thrusting into the warm body beneath him. "Harry Potter, you are a gift." His words fell into Harry's mouth. Harry nodded. Their self-control was fracturing. Soon there was one thread holding them on the ground and not even that could contain them.

As they lay there afterward on the dusty floor, Harry turned to Draco. "I hate you, Malfoy."

Draco grinned over at Harry through the patches of dirt on his face. "I know."