Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. But Dan Radcliffe is… hehe. =)

A/N: Thanks to Halidon, my editor…sort of. Thanks to my reviwers Captain-Emily (great quote there!), Liliku, Sailor Grape, bad-ass-Cinderella, asaroth69, Silver Sun Chime, Elven-Mistress, murgirl, Kat, Zahrah Radcliffe, and glassvaise. Sorry to those I neglected to mention. I really appreciated every review. Thanks to all of you. No flames, so far. I hope I won't get any. =) And thanks to First in Command for giving very lovely reviews to my first fic Pure. You guys can check it out if you want. Warning though, it's a little more angsty than this story. Oh well, here's chapter four of my attempt at humor. I had to rate it R for language and themes. This chapter is a little more explicit than the last. Don't forget to review afterwards.

We All Burn Sometimes

By Passo
( genjo_sanzo_lover@yahoo.com )

Chapter 4: Tryst

Harry Potter walked into the Great Hall. Great, he made it just in time for dinner. He flicked his eyes over to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was already seated and was currently engaged in what seemed like an interesting conversation with Blaise and company. Without any change in his countenance, Harry turned back to the Gryffindors and took his seat beside Hermione. They were having roast beef and potatoes—perfect! He was famished.

He never thought that sex sapped so much energy.

As he spooned some food onto his plate, he thought about what happened. The sex was great (it was his first time) and he couldn't possibly think of a more fabulous way to break his virginity. He came around twice… no, thrice! He felt his ears redden as he remembered the way he and Draco screamed for more in that room. Thank Merlin for thick and soundproof oak doors. 

Unavoidably, his line of thinking brought him to the subject of Draco Malfoy. Harry frowned at the thought of Malfoy being his steady boyfriend. Somehow, the Slytherin didn't fit the image of a perfect partner in his mind—no matter how great he was with making Harry come. Draco: all that perfect skin and incredible bone structure, the beautiful mouth that licked—

"Why, Harry… you're positively salivating. Is the roast beef that good?" Ron exclaimed, taking the vacant seat beside his friend.

Harry flushed. His thoughts couldn't be farther from the food in front of him. "Ummm… yeah." Desperately, he changed the topic. "Where've you been? You were never late for dinner before."

"I was in the library, writing a letter." Ron answered easily, helping himself to the feast in front of him.

"For whom?"

This time, it was Ron's turn to blush. "Ah…It was a letter to Bill. You know, about dragons and stuff."

Hermione frowned. "I thought Charlie was the one working with dragons."

Ron's blush deepened. His eyes started flickering left to right. "Oh… yeah, I forgot. Well, I meant Charlie then." He quickly shoved a big portion of potatoes in his mouth, preventing him from answering any more questions.

Harry turned back to his food. Hmmm… Ron was definitely hiding something. He would have to find out soon what his friend was keeping a secret. Ron never kept secrets. This must be big.

The idea of Ron keeping secrets from them reminded Harry of his own "secret." His tryst with Malfoy would have to remain hidden from his friends. They would never make him live it down. He could just imagine Hermione:

"But he is positively despicable, Harry. Remember, his father was  a Death Eater."

Or Ron:

"You let that miserable git touch you? How could you?!? He must be the lowest scum on the planet. Except for You-Know-Who but you've already killed that scum last year."

Yup. Sex with Draco Malfoy would have to be a secret.

Harry licked his lips. The boy may be a downright asshole but he sure pushed Harry's buttons the right way. In spite of his hatred for the handsome Slytherin, he was looking for another opportunity to fuck him. And get fucked in return. He remembered Draco's last words. Yes, they would be meeting soon. No doubt about that.

Later, along with the other Gryffindors, the three friends walked to Gryffindor tower, discussing the latest Transfiguration lesson and the latest Longbottom Potions disaster. As they entered the common room with its bright lights, Hermione and Ron saw Harry clearly for the first time that evening.

"Harry! Your face! And your neck!" Hermione looked shocked as she pointed to his respective body parts.

Harry quickly felt the section of his neck she was referring to and he felt a slight pain as he pressed the area near his right collarbone. A bruise must be forming. And a large red welt was apparent on his left cheek.

"What the hell happened?" Ron asked, worried.

"Um.. this is nothing."

"You got bruised looking for your glitter ball?" the redhead wasn't buying it.

Harry wracked his brains for a believable explanation. Aha! "I got into a fight with Malfoy. He pushed me down the stairs." Brilliant.

***

"Potter pushed me down the stairs."

Blaise scowled as he surveyed the scratches on Draco's arms.

"Well, you're lucky you weren't injured too seriously. I hope you didn't let him get away with it."

Draco smirked. "Don't worry about that. He was pretty beat up when I left him."

Boy, was he beat up. Draco was sure the Potter boy wouldn't be able to walk around half naked for a while. His chest and back must be filled with scratches. Draco couldn't help it. That beautiful creamy skin looked so delectable he just had to taste it. He must have been too enthusiastic with his sampling though. He used his teeth more than once.

Draco thought about Potter as he dressed for bed. He definitely intended to see the prat again. Strictly for sex, of course. He couldn't imagine carrying on anything serious with that goody-goody. Their relationship would have to be purely physical. It wouldn't be the first time for him. The Slytherin heartthrob was a great advocate of casual sex: no strings attached, thank you. Usually, Draco slept with a girl once and forgot about her the next moment. He wouldn't think of them meeting up again anytime in the near future which for him was, like, a month? But so far, Harry Potter was the best lay he ever had. It was surprising for Draco, seeing as it had been his first time with a guy. Man, he sure was a great lay. Yes, he was definitely using Harry Potter again. Very soon.

***

The next morning, during breakfast, Draco decided to temporarily delay his search for a girlfriend. That particular mission wasn't working out and he didn't have the inclination for it anymore. He could always pick up where he left off. Besides, why the rush? He was single, yes, but he was also young with his whole life in front of him. Plenty of time for commitment and all that muck. Right now, he wanted to have fun.

And for the moment, he planned to spend the entire morning practicing Quidditch. The weather was perfect—a beautiful sunny Sunday. They would be playing against Gryffindor and he couldn't possibly stomach another defeat from the Golden Boy of Hogwarts. Oh, Draco was good, but Harry was better. Gryffindor was the only team Slytherin was never able to beat. Draco had to practice a lot if he wants to smash the Boy Who Lived in the next match.

With Greg and Vincent, the beaters, Blaise, who played keeper, and the other team members, Draco made his way to the Quidditch pitch. Wearing their green uniforms, the team proudly wielded their new Firebolt 3's—courtesy of the ever generous Lucius Malfoy. Walking, they encountered the Gryffindor team who had just finished practice and were on their way to the showers. Draco grinned in derision as he noticed that Harry looked particularly tired.

"Too feeble to play hard, Potter? The geezer look suits you." He called out, insultingly.

Harry faced him angrily. "Stuff it, Malfoy." He turned away and stomped towards the showers.

Draco smirked as he mounted the Firebolt 3. Great broom, great team, an insult delivered to Potter before lunch. It was going to be a good day.

***

After dinner, Harry decided to walk alone and not join Hermione and Ron for a while. He needed to think.

Think about Draco Malfoy, to be exact.

He decided to head towards the gardens. He would be alone there, a perfect place to meditate.

As he made his way along the rosebushes, he thought of last night's occurrence. Was Malfoy serious when he said that he meant to see Harry again? The Slytherin was notorious for his one night stands. He slept with girls and forgets about their existence the next day. Was Harry such a conquest? Maybe the slimy git just wanted to prove that he could seduce his enemy to stroke his ego. Harry was starting to get fully angry at the thought when he felt someone grab him from the path.

He was hurriedly dragged into one of the greenhouses by his attacker. As the yet unnamed person closed the door, Harry turned to see who it was. Draco Malfoy. Of course.

Luckily, he led them to a greenhouse that housed the pretty orchids. Very fragrant but relatively harmless. God forbid if they sneaked into the one where the plants were bigger than you and endeavored to bite your head every time you passed.

"I had a hard time finding you. Why'd you have to walk so far, Potter? Next time, I won't follow." The blond was breathing hard from their short sprint, his face frowning in annoyance over his efforts.

"Why so eager to see me, Malfoy?" Harry cocked a brow.

The blonde smiled and replied silkily. "Isn't it obvious?" He moved towards Harry, touching the others cheek. He bent closer, breathing deeply. Inhaling Harry's scent into his system.

Draco opened his eyes and stared into Harry's green depths. "I want more of you, Potter."

He took a step backward and surveyed the other boy. "You're wearing too many clothes for my liking. Strip now." Same old Draco. So demanding.

Harry grinned and unbuttoned his robes. "I thought you'd never ask."

As soon as they were both naked, Draco hurriedly fixed a makeshift bed on the floor with their robes and pulled Harry down with him. He fastened his eyes on the wide expanse of Harry's chest. Oh, what a sight! He kissed it, softly at first, warming his tongue to the taste. Vanilla and cream. It was making him heady. His whole body was pulsing for Harry. He licked and bit his way down, past Harry's stomach, his hips, and his long glorious legs while the other boy writhed  and moaned in satisfaction. Seeing the other's pleasure with his ministrations, Draco playfully nipped Harry's ankles, creating teeth marks on the soft skin. He moved upwards again, taking his time. Harry was so delicious.

Draco put his hands on each side of Harry, facing the Gryffindor, their erections rubbing together. They were both breathing hard, eager for it. Harry looked so intense, staring that way. Draco started to separate Harry's legs when the other boy shook his head closed them together again.

Surprised,  Draco asked "Don't you want this?"

With a sly smile, Harry flipped over. In an instant, Draco was the one lying underneath him. "I want to fuck you tonight."

Draco only had time to sputter a hoarse yes before Harry started to drive him over the edge, kissing  and rubbing his way across the blonde's perfect form. Harry was licking and teasing his erection when Draco screamed for him to get to it. He was coming any second now. Soon enough, he felt Harry inside him, pounding, pounding…so good.

"Aaaaahhhh…" Their shouts mingled as they brought each other to orgasm.

Panting, Harry collapsed over Draco. Their breathing slowed after a few moments. When he felt Harry move, Draco assumed the boy was about to get up. Instead, Harry started to lick Draco's cum from the blonde's body. So soon after orgasm, Draco felt himself grow hard again. He had to say something soon before he lost all power for speech, make the matter clear for the brunette Gryffindor.

"Potter, you must understand that this (gasp!) is purely sexual… Hah…ah…yes, there."

Harry looked up quizzically. "Of course, Malfoy. I have no intention of marrying you, you know."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I just wanted to make things clear. Now, get on with that."
Harry grinned his boyish smile and continued licking. Draco closed his eyes blissfully. Life was good.

***

A/N: Hey, I know this chapter may seem a bit cynical but I'm afraid it's necessary. Don't worry, Harry and Draco will have their happy ending but I think it's important for them to be familiar with each other first. A getting-to-know period is always necessary. So, what do you think? Please tell me. Go on, push that review button. I need more reviews. It would bring me profound joy to read your critiques. =)