Chapter Three

What A Night!

Draco stood by the armor, waiting for Gryffindor's Golden God to arrive. He was leaning against the cool stone of the castle wall, his arms knotted across his pectorals. He untied himself and checked his watch. 9:59 and 45 seconds. Less than fifteen seconds and he'll be late. I hate when people are late. A scowl spread across his pale face. Just then, he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked up.

There was Harry, descending the stairs. As Draco watched, the whole world slowed for Harry's entrance. His left hand was sliding down the banister as he came closer to Draco. He was dressed in a pair of nice, low rise, pale blue jeans that showed off every one of Harry's beautiful features. Oh Merlin. Thank all the gods in the heavens for the game of Quidditch! And covering the Gryffindor's torso was an emerald green button-down dress shirt with the top three buttons undone. Peeking out from the top of shirt was soft tan skin, just begging to be caressed. His feet were covered in a pair of brilliant white Adidas basketball sneakers, clear of all color except for three emerald stripes down either side of his foot, perfectly matching both eyes and shirt. And thank the gods for those eyes, too. The glasses that once resided on Harry's nose had finally been given up in favor of contact lenses, revealing to the world the beautiful eyes that his mother had so kindly passed along to him. Harry reached up absently with the hand not gripping the railing and swept it through the mass of black silk atop his head.

The boy was a god. Pure and unadulterated. There was no two ways about it. Draco could feel himself falling for the guy, completely helpless against these feelings.

And he was loving it.

If Draco had not been sure he was in love with Harry before tonight, he definitely was sure now. And then the last thing to top off the beauty that was Harry Potter… Harry grinned.

Draco almost fell over. And he was leaning on a damn wall!

He smiled back at the boy and, to help him recover from the sight of this Adonis, he glanced down at his watch. 10:00. Exactly. You mean that trip down the stairs took less than fifteen seconds? You've got to be joking. Outwardly, Draco wore a bored expression. "I was wondering when you would grace me with your presence, Potter," he said. He hoped it sounded off-handed.

"Oh, come off it, Draco. You know I look hot. Just say so." Harry grinned again at Draco, stepping ever closer to Draco's position. Draco was still leaning lazily against the wall.

"Who says I think you look hot, Potty?" asked Draco in a would-be casual tone.

Harry smiled at Draco again. "Because, dear Draco, I can see it in your eyes."

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Harry had taken his time getting to the designated meeting spot. Harry made sure he arrived at the top of the staircase a half an hour early, so he could see if Draco was really going to show.

And show he did. Twenty-nine minutes early. And he'd checked his watch at least once a minute until it was time for Harry to arrive. Harry made sure to do the same so he wouldn't actually be late. During this time, Harry took pleasure in inspecting Draco's muscular form.

Draco was wearing black Doc Marten's. Above those was a pair of tailored black dress pants, a crisp crease following the defined muscles in his legs. And covering the Slytherin's upper body was a sapphire blue muscle shirt, sleeves stopping a quarter of the way down his upper arm. This shirt showed every line and curve of the toned body. And around the boy's left arm, just barely revealed under the left sleeve was a black tattoo. From where Harry stood, it looked like barbed wire, but he couldn't be sure.

Harry grinned at the sight of the blonde. He looks even sexier out of those school robes! Merlin, I'm gonna love this night. A sly grin spread across his lips as he watched the boy fidget, waiting.

At precisely one minute before ten, Harry began his decent. He saw Draco finally look up from his watch. And he saw the look in Draco's eyes when he first saw Harry. It was pure lust. And Harry grinned.

When Harry reached the stone floor, Draco looked down at his watch. "I was wondering when you would grace me with your presence, Potter," said Draco nonchalantly.

"Oh, come off it, Draco. You know I look hot. Just say so." Harry grinned again. He could see the conflict in the sapphire eyes before him. He moved ever closer to Draco.

"Who says I think you look hot, Potty?" asked Draco. Harry heard the contrived confidence in the words, and kept their eyes locked together. He could see the want in Draco's eyes. And, grinning, Harry told him so.

"Because, dear Draco, I can see it in your eyes."

Draco's breath caught for a moment, but he pushed past it instantaneously. "Can you, Potter? Interesting." Draco stared him down, and Harry observed Draco trying to push the hungry look out of his eyes. Harry kept moving toward Draco. He felt like a lion who was stalking his prey. That's exactly what this is, Harry. You, the Lion, are stalking Draco, the Snake. Go get 'em!

Finally, the boys were mere inches away. Harry could feel Draco's hot breath flow over his skin. Harry smiled seductively. "So are you going to apologize here, or what?"

Draco held his gaze steadily and replied, "No. You're coming with me."

"Yes, I hope that's what will happen…" Harry's eyes flowed appraisingly over the other boy's body. "Although we won't know until we try, now will we?" Harry smirked as Draco's face spread in a pleasant mix of disgust and desire.

"Potter, you're getting ahead of yourself. You've kissed me once. How are you so sure that one kiss is going to get me into bed?" Draco raised an eyebrow in questioning.

Damn, I love that look. Harry smiled sweetly. "Because I know how well I kiss, Draco, dear."

Draco snorted and stepped away from Harry. "Do you. Well, you'll find a kiss doesn't always do it." He started off in the direction of the dungeons. As he walked away, he glanced over his shoulder at Harry. "Do you want to get that apology or not, Potter?"

Harry smiled. "Of course I do, Draco." He moved to follow Draco.

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Draco pushed open the door to his room. He grabbed Harry's hands and pulled him into the room. Harry stepped in cautiously, since he had a blindfold over his eyes. After they'd started towards his room, Draco insisted that Harry get blindfolded. He'd conjured a black scarf and tied it around Harry's head. Harry could do nothing but agree. Quite a power trip, actually, thought Draco, smirking. Now that they were standing in Draco's room, he decided he might as well reveal his handiwork to the Gryffindor.

Draco had covered just about every flat surface with lit candles. On Draco's bed were black silk sheets, hidden by an emerald green and silver Slytherin comforter. Moonlight was streaming in through Draco's lone window. There was the soft scent of Draco's musky cologne hanging in the air. The Slytherin finally reached up and undid the scarf, sliding it off Harry's eyes slowly. He watched as Harry's eyes flowed over the room, taking everything in. A smile spread across the dark-haired boy's lips.

"Well, this is your apology? You bring me to your room?" Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at Draco.

The blonde grinned and shook his head. "No, this isn't it. Have a seat, Potter." Draco gestured toward the bed. Draco's eyes followed the Gryffindor as he himself went to the desk. He picked up the tin that carried the melted fudge, and turned back to the bed. He almost snorted in amusement at the sight. Harry was perched on the edge, looking anxious and slightly apprehensive. "Oh, do relax Potter. I'm not about to curse you or anything like that."

Harry seemed to relax a bit and he scooted back to sit in the center of the bed. "Is that for me?" asked the raven-haired young man.

"Not quite."

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Harry watched Draco climb onto the bed, coming to rest next to him. Draco glanced down at his hands, still holding the nondescript tin. "It's a-." He smiled. "A means of communication, so to speak. Oh." Draco set down the tin and snapped his fingers. "I forgot something."

Harry raised an eyebrow, watching Draco's every move. Draco reached into his robes and pulled out his wand. Harry started, trying to move away from the Slytherin. Draco smirked. He rested a hand on Harry's thigh and squeezed lightly. "No, Potter. I'm not going to hex you. Remember, I've brought you here to apologize."

Harry didn't relax until Draco pointed his wand away from the boy and toward the door. "Accio Scarf." The black fabric floated into the pale, outstretched fingers. Draco pocketed his wand again, and smiled at the Gryffindor. "Sorry, mate, but you're not allowed to see till I'm finished."

The world turned black for Harry for the second time that night as Draco wrapped the fabric around his head again. He's toying with me now, thought Harry bitterly. He knows I want him, and he's just playing with me. Harry sighed. He felt himself get pushed back into the pillows. He decided not to resist, and at least enjoy the toying.

Harry felt a warm finger trail down his neck and then his bare chest. He gasped. "Draco, what are you doing?"

Harry heard a sigh. "Well, if you would let me get to work, you would find out sooner, wouldn't you?" grumbled Draco.

"Fine." Harry felt the finger making little patterns on his skin. The finger finally edged its way down to the first button actually fastened. After briefly fiddling with it, a thumb came to the rescue and the two digits began undoing Harry's button. "Draco?"

"Shh." Warm breath flew past Harry's ear. "Just relax, Potter," whispered Draco.

"It's hard to relax in the presence of someone who is incapable of calling me by my given name," said Harry gruffly.

More breath flowed past Harry's ear and neck as Draco sighed. "Fine. Relax, Harry."

Harry smiled in spite of himself. "Thank you. I suppose I could." Harry relaxed as the fingers went back to work, undoing the buttons to his shirt. When the last button was freed, two warm hands traveled up his torso from stomach to shoulders, pushing the shirt out of the way and completely baring the tanned skin underneath. Harry managed to stifle his sigh of happiness. Then, the warmth disappeared.

Harry felt the bed shake slightly as Draco repositioned himself. He was now laying next to Harry. Harry wondered for a moment what Draco was up to until he felt a single finger drawing figures on his chest. He felt a very warm, slightly sticky substance coming in contact with his skin. "What is that, Draco?"

"Harry, please. You're worse than a child. I really can't concentrate with you yammering so." There was a seductive edge to the Slytherin's condescending statement.

The finger kept trailing the sticky stuff all over Harry's chest. Finally, the composition was pronounced finished. Harry sighed and asked, "Can we get rid of the blindfold then?"

Harry felt the Slytherin's fingers in his hair as the blindfold was untied. When he could, he blinked his eyes and looked down at his chest. There was dark brown writing all over the tanned skin. The words were written so that Harry could read them, the beginning of the message starting a couple inches above the jeans sitting on his hips.

"I'M SORRY HARRY!"

Harry looked up at Draco.

Draco smiled back. His voice echoed the words scrawled across the other boy's chest. "I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry smiled too. But what is this stuff? He looked down at the substance on his chest. He stuck a pinky into the little blob of the stuff that finished off the exclamation point. He sniffed at the brown goo on his hand. Harry's tongue snaked out and the tip captured the tiniest amount and Harry retracted his tongue, testing the toxicity of the stuff. Finding it wasn't toxic, he stuck his pinky into his mouth, slowly sucking all the goo off and wondering what exactly it was that he was tasting. Finally, he realized.

"Chocolate?"

A sly smile spread across the Slytherin's lips. "Why, yes, Harry! Damn, no wonder you made Head Boy! You are a smart one, aren't you?" Harry could practically see the sarcasm dribbling from Draco's words, just like the chocolate was dribbling down his torso, closer and closer to the top of his jeans.

Draco seemed to notice the stray line of chocolate trying to find shelter in Harry's pants. He leaned down slowly. The blonde's tongue slipped out of his mouth and followed the line of chocolate up and away from Harry's pants. Once his tongue had retreated into its home again, Draco smiled. "Mmm. Tastes even better than usual."

"Usual?" asked Harry.

Draco smiled again. "This," he said, patting the tin, "was homemade fudge from my mother. But unfortunately, it had a nasty run-in with a sunny window, and the result is what is now residing on your stomach." Draco's smile widened. "But I don't believe it should just stay there, do you?"

Harry smiled faintly, curious about Draco's intentions. "I suppose this is a rather sticky situation," quipped Harry.

"Very funny, Potter. Your wit astounds me." Draco shook his head.

Harry winked. "You know that was amusing. Now give me something to clean this off with." Harry started to sit up, trying not to make the fudge run for cover in his pants.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "And let my mummy's fudge go to waste? I think not!" Draco pushed Harry back into the pillows again. He moved so that he was now straddling the Head Boy's legs, his hands on either side of Harry's stomach. His tongue made a second appearance, and slowly, agonizingly in Harry's opinion, made its way over the bronzed flesh. Draco took his time cleaning the fudge off Harry's abdomen. Harry saw a small smile playing upon the Slytherin's lips all the while.

Finally, Draco had made his way to the end of the message. As he was finishing up the Y in HARRY, he looked up at the owner of the name guiltily. "Dear me, I haven't shared any of this magnificent fudge, have I?" asked Draco, looking into Harry's eyes.

Harry shook his head slightly, trying desperately to catch his breath. It had been ragged after Draco started in on the third letter painted on his skin. "N-no," stammered Harry. "It doesn't seem as though you have."

Draco shook his head at himself. "Must be because I'm an only child. Not quite used to sharing." A seductive smile spread across his lips again. "I suppose I should share then, shouldn't I?"

Harry had no idea how to react, but he nodded slightly. Draco leaned down again, and lapped up all the fudge left on Harry's chest. Then his mouth moved up to rest on Harry's mouth. A fudge-covered tongue brushed the Gryffindor's lips, which separated willingly. The Snake's tongue slithered into the Lion's mouth, and Harry finally got a good taste of the fudge that had covered his body. The two tongues battled for dominance in his mouth. Hands slipped into the silky blonde hair, and Draco sighed happily. As tongues tangled, pale fingers reached under the body to which they were attached to caress the bronze embodiment of heaven trapped there.

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Suddenly, a tanned hand whipped down and stopped the fingers from their pursuit of heaven. Lips were ripped apart as green and blue met. Draco stared at the boy under him, wondering why the bond of mouths was broken. Emeralds were searching diligently. The blonde could stand the gaze no longer, and questioned the sudden release.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Draco's queries were met with only the steady search by Harry's eyes. "Harry? What? Did I do something wrong?" Draco dropped his eyes, not capable of looking at the teen lying beneath him all of a sudden.

A quiet whisper finally responded. "Oh, Merlin, no. You did nothing wrong, Draco. I was just looking-" The Gryffindor stopped.

Draco raised sapphires to emeralds again. Instead of the intense hunt for something, there was only a clouded visage. "What were you looking for, Harry?"

Harry now turned away, interested in the fabric of the bedspread below himself. He mumbled something quietly, still not meeting the blue eyes above him.

"Come again?"

Harry sighed and looked back, and where before there was nothing, now timidity and a slight hint of pain were settled in the green. He sighed again, and spoke softly. "I was looking to see if you were just playing with me."

Draco moved away from Harry, sitting back on his heels. The pale hands that had been sitting on either side of the tanned torso now rested on thighs shrouded in black. He thought this was all for show. Draco was hurt by the fact that Harry didn't believe in his sincerity. But he pushed past it, realizing that the suspicions were more than due. After all, just that morning, the pair that was just engaged in such intimate actions had been mortal enemies. The trust had yet to be built. There was only so far one could trust another when both were near-strangers. Draco leaned down toward Harry, moving back to his previous position. He stared directly into Harry's eyes, and spoke.

"Harry Potter, I may have despised you for the last six years. And I may have done everything in my power to create your downfall. However, I want you do believe me fully and completely when I say this to you." Draco stopped, gathering air into his lungs in a calming breath. "I am not toying with your emotions. That is one torture that is beyond even me. Today I realized, for the first time, that the feelings I have harbored for you for so long are not pure hatred as I have always thought. Instead, those feelings are extreme desire, bordering on undying love."

In the entire time the Slytherin spoke, his Gryffindor counterpart was transfixed, green eyes staring into blue. When the last word was spoken, a single tear slipped away from its prison, running for its life down Harry's cheek. A pale hand slid to the tanned face, the pad of a thumb capturing the renegade tear, wiping it from existence. Draco leaned down and placed a tentative kiss on the Head Boy's lips. Before he had a chance to pull away, a strong hand was placed on the back of Draco's head, pulling him closer and forcing his lips into a more passionate kiss.

Fingers darkened by constant slaving in the summer sun were finding their way to the hem of deep blue fabric, tugging it up, over rippled abdominal muscles, toned pectorals, and slipped over broad shoulders and strong arms. Lips separated for only the time necessary to release the blonde from imprisonment by way of his shirt. Tanned biceps and forearms were pulled from soft green fabric, and both shirts were torn aside. Fingers now glided over bare torsos, drinking in the silky-smooth pleasure of the other's body. Pale fingers found their way to the tight denim encasing the Gryffindor's hips, and they traveled over the tiniest of ridges.

Draco pulled his lips away from Harry so his eyes could sneak a look at what was the cause of the miniscule ridge. He leaned away, happily drinking in the sight of the half-naked young man under him, and his eyes went to Harry's right hip. Peaking just over the top of the denim was the dark edge of a tattoo. Raising an eyebrow in questioning, Draco looked to Harry's eyes.

"What is this?"

Harry's lips twitched slightly. "You'll have to finish undressing me to see the whole thing, my dear Draco," said the Gryffindor seductively.

A slow smile etched itself into the pale features as the other eyebrow moved to meet the first. "I supposed I should get on with it, then."

Harry nodded, smiling. "I suppose you should."

Draco moved to kiss Harry again, pale fingers moving to unbutton Harry's fly. He felt fingers tugging at his own zipper and he moved to give Harry better access. As Draco's digits finished their laboring, and they moved to set the boy's lower body free from its confinement within the tight jeans. Sapphires nearly popped out of their sockets as Draco discovered there was no other articles of clothing to remove from the tanned body trapped under him. Sapphires met emeralds yet again, surprised painted in them.

Harry grinned. "The pants are too tight to wear anything underneath," he said simply.

Draco took a deep breath, taking in the sight of skin and dark hair just waiting for his attention. With bated breath, he slipped his hands inside the jeans, sliding the coarse material off the soft skin. He climbed off Harry and removed the pants completely, giving him the chance to drink in every curve, every muscle, everything. His eyes finally landed again on the tattoo on Harry's hip. It was a lightning bolt, slightly longer and wider than the one that rested upon Harry's forehead. This bolt was outlined in a thin line of black, and was sparkling red and gold. Wait, sparkling? He looked to Harry's face again, questions evident in his own features.

Harry shook his head. "Not now. I'm not in the mood for explanations," Harry looked down, and then said, "As I'm sure you can see."

Draco looked down again, and saw just what Harry was in the mood for. Harry reached for Draco, and pulled Draco back on top of himself. His fingers had already released Draco's fly, and now they were dutifully confiscating Draco's pants and silver silk boxer shorts. Once there was no clothing between the boys, Harry reached up and pulled Draco's face to his, reconnecting their lips. Draco felt Harry's lips pull away from his slightly.

Before Draco knew what happened, Harry had flipped so that he was now on top, and Draco was pinned under his weight. Harry leaned down and placed a rough kiss on Draco's lips, grinding their erections together. Draco groaned at the collision of skin into skin. Harry kissed Draco again, and then pulled away.

One hand reached up and pushed a few stray blonde hairs out of the Slytherin's eyes and behind his ear. Then a single finger began to trace over Draco's features lightly, sending chills up and down Draco's spine. It tracked over Draco's eyebrow, back across his cheek, and down his nose. It began tracing Draco's lips slowly. The snake-like tongue flicked out at Harry's finger. The finger followed Draco's tongue back into the recesses of Draco's mouth, and Draco sucked lightly. When it was sufficiently dampened, Harry removed his finger, trailing it down Draco's chin, neck, chest and stomach. Draco spread his legs slowly to give Harry easier access. The tip of Harry's finger stopped, hovering at Draco's entrance.

"Ready?" came the whispered question.

Draco nodded, and the next second was filled by Harry's finger. Draco gasped at the feeling, and as Harry slowly started moving in and out, Draco's breath started coming faster. After a few strokes, Harry inserted a second finger, earning another gasp from the Slytherin. A third finger was added a minute later, speeding Draco's breath even more. When Draco was sufficiently prepared, Harry slowly retracted the probing digits. Draco whined softly.

Harry moved to position himself at Draco's entrance. He looked into Draco's eyes. There was the same expression reflected at each young man. Pure desire and need. Then Harry thrust fully into Draco. Draco screamed in immeasurable pleasure. "Oh, GOD!"

Harry began pumping slowly, Draco moving in time with him. Jewels disappeared as Draco shut his eyes in rapture, throwing his head back into the pillows. Their movements increased gradually, each teen's breathing becoming labored, each feeling more alive than ever before. Draco felt fingers wrap around himself and keeping pace with Harry's pumping. With every thrust, Draco could feel himself coming closer to climax.

Draco opened his eyes, and looked up. As he looked at Harry, the emotion he saw almost sent him over the top. The emeralds shone brightly with ecstasy and love. Little did he know that the same look was mirrored in his own eyes. A split second after their eyes met, Harry released himself into Draco. "Draco…"

That's what did it for the owner of the cry. With the shout of "Oh GOD, Harry," Draco's seed escaped his body, spreading over his stomach. Harry slowed and finally pulled out of Draco. He collapsed next to Draco and rolled to face the blonde. His hair was plastered to his face and neck, and in his eyes was a look of calm and happiness. Draco turned to face him and slid an arm over Harry's hip. He pulled the Gryffindor close to him, and Harry snuggled into the nape of his neck.

Draco leaned away from Harry, looking for the beautiful gemstone eyes of his lover. Harry gazed up at him, and Draco's lips spread into a smile.

"How was this for an apology?"

~*~TBC~*~