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Disclaimer. Smutty, rated R for a reason.

To my beta *bows* I lurve ya Fizzet! Ok, Im writing this at 3:31 in the
morning while listening to mix cds, and downloading a trial of adobe
paintshop, which at this moment has 5 and 52 mins left. Internet exploer
quit, and MSN keeps signing me out, I thought that I should finish this
chapter. Lets hope that I make it longer, or write two in one night. It
seems I have some time. ;)

Chapter 11
Oh baby, look at myself.

Oh baby, look at myself. I'm a stud.
Draco, I thought you were staring into my eyes loverly type. Alas, you
were just staring at yourself. My guess is if you could clone youself, you
would sleep with yourself.
Draco just looked at him with a puzzled face. To Harry this meant that yes,
he would clone himself, and go down on himself, and thought that every boy
thought the same thing.
You know Harry, if you wouldnt fuck your self, then who would fuck you?
Harry thought for once, on sexual matters at least, Draco was right.
//I swear people think I reprouduce a-sexually.//

Harry was sick of talking. Actually he was feeling sick to his stomach, but
he was sure that was from talking. He moved closer to Draco, Draco backed
off.
//Nothing to get the blood going like a good old fashioned cat-and-mouse
game.//
Draco you do realize, that the moment you step off my bed, on of my dorm
mates will see you and try to kill you, or me, for having you in here,
right?
Just a bit of fun. No harm, Harry. If you dont feel like playing a game,
then I guess we could talk or something.

The thought of talking more made Draco gag. Talking was not his strong
point. Well, talking with out adding insults was not his strong point.

You're in luck Draco, I do have a game.
Harry moved closer to Draco, who was eyeing him and for once not staring
at his reflection in Harry's glasses. Draco raised his chin, surveying. He
didn't know if he wanted to be a part of this game.
What do you have in mind?
Harry pinned Dracos arms behind him, and ripped at the cuff of Draco's ear.
You'll see.
Harry moved Draco forcefully to the head of the bed, keeping Draco's arms
pinned to his back. Harry took his tie off and tied Draco's hands behind his
back to the headboard. He straddled Draco, grinding his pelvis to the one
boy's hip.
I don't know if I like this game yet.
You don't," he moved his hand over Draco's mouth, "get the choice.
Slowly dragging his nails across Draco's lips, you could see blood
trickling under his fingernails. He moved in to lick the blood of Draco's
lips. Draco didn't move. He still didn't know what was going on. Harry forced his
tongue into Draco's mouth. Draco didn't kiss back, this was what Harry
wanted. He was in control. He can control his own life, he can control this.
Draco fought the urge to scream and the force coming from Harry. He sat
there, waiting for what happened next. Harry turned around, placing his back
on Draco's chest. Draco could feel Harry flumbling with his lower abdomen.

Harry, I--
Harry scratched flesh.
Told you, you don't get a choice.

Harry rolled his back and hips in to Draco's abdomen, while rubbing Draco's
inner thigh.
How sure are you that you don't want this? He rubbed harder, moving
towards the base of Draco.
Draco said nothing. He tightened his lips.
How sure are you Draco? Harry his thumb on the base inching its way up
while dragging his fingertips down the underside.
Draco stammered.
Why so quiet? Want me to stop? Tell me. He palmed Draco's total erection,
never missing an ounce of flesh. He could feel Draco pulsing below him,
their hips were grinding in uinison.
Fuck you.
Harry pumped harder, squeezing the tip. Already doing that." He could
feel Draco's pulse fasten. He brought his thumb nail from the tip all
the way down the shaft, and ending at the base. Harry did one last hard
grind into Draco's pelvis. Dracos eyes rolled and his eyelids drooped. He
had come.

Harry turned around to watch. He started to untie Draco. Draco moved his
lips to Harry's ear. I told you this was fun. Believe me now?
Harry dragged the tie down Draco's chest.
You thought I would say no?
Draco pushed Harry off, and layed on top of him, looking sadly into
Harry's eyes.
You should fix that cut on your lip.


Why would I?
They layed there, just thinking about what to do next.
Harry, its dinner time. Draco finally spoke.
I know.

Would you like me to escort you, or will your driver pick you up?
He's out sick. I suppose you will have to do.
Draco leaned in and kissed Harry's nose.
I love you.
I love you too.
They sat there smiling.
Now get your shaggy-hair ass cleaned up. I have to have a sutiable
boyfriend take me to the hall.

What was wrong before.

You didn't fuck my
brains out.
They started to get dressed. Again.
Do you have any hair gel?
Ron has some.
Erm, and that would be-?
Harry pointed to the big bottle of Never Crunchy, Wilda Witchbacks best
Hair Gel.
I didn't think Ron could afford that."

"He can't. I can. His hair always squeaked. It bugged me, so I bought him that.
Good taste.
No shit. Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco.
The finished getting dressed, and met at the top of the stairs leading to
the common room.
Draco stopped at turned to Harry, clefing his elbow for Harry to hold on to.
Good sir.
Why, I do believe you fancy me.
They started to walk down the stairs.
However could you tell?
I think it could be something in your eyes.

Harry smiled, and left the common room, with Draco on his arm.

End of chapter 11.

Well this chapter was fun to write, and you all will be happy to know that
in the time that it has taken me to write this adobe paintshop has 5 hours
and 16 mins left. Oddly enough, it took me longer than 45 mins to write
this. Oh well.
Thanks for my reviews. Im giving a special shout out to Dragons Lover...
thank you so much for all my reviews, and look, I updated soon. :p
Lurve,
Nataliefly.
Upon final edit of this chapter. I quit on adobe.