Authors note: Sorry I took so long with this chapter. I just really wasn't feeling inspired at ALL for a while there. I forced out the first half of this chapter but I wasn't sure about it. I like the end half better, but it may not go together with the first. So, I'm sorry if this chapter sucks a little. I'll make up for it next time, I promise. Thanks for all the reviews, and thanks to Blue, author of 'Just This?' for answering my review. Again, I'm hella sorry this took so long. Oh, but good news, readers! I got asked to prom! So now I get to have fun with my other junior and younger friends who got invited. And a big GOOD LUCK to Vivian Kain, on finding herself a way in! (Ours in a seniors only prom, so she has to trick someone into taking her, which is not an easy task this close to Prom.) I love you, readers!




Harry didn't say anything as Draco pulled him up the stairs. He was afraid that one wrong word might break whatever had come over the blonde haired angel. He just let his eyes fall half closed and enjoyed feeling of Draco's long fingers clasped around his.Draco seemed to know where he was going, even though Harry didn't.

Harry couldn't help but wonder if this was right. Should he do this? With Draco? He wanted to, badly. But what would happen tomorrow? He didn't expect a miracle. He knew he and Malfoy wouldn't magically become lovers. Things would probably go back to the way they were.

He sighed.

He knew in his heart that this was wrong. It would complicate things worse than they were. But his head was useless in an argument with his hormones. The feeling in his groin won out over any doubts he had. He couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

Draco suddenly turned back and caught Harry in his silvery gaze. He appeared to be pondering something. He blinked once and leaned in. Harry didn't move. Didn't blink. Draco's lips brushed softly over his, then Draco leaned his head forward and let his damp hair fall over Harry's face. Harry quickly pressed his lips to Draco's forehead and tipped his head up.

"I don't know where we can go," Draco said, chewing his lower lip.

"The common room is empty. So is my bed," Harry offered.

"But….wont someone…"

"They wont pay any attention. They're used to me dragging in random boys in the middle of the night."

"Oh. Great," Draco said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, "That makes me feel special."

"I didn't know you wanted to feel special," Harry said, lifting a brow.

Draco scowled, "I don't. It's not like this is anything more than…"

"I know," Harry said hurriedly. He didn't want to ruin this. "Come on, lets go."

They entered through the portrait hole into the Gyrfandor common room. The fire was still lit, but all the candles had been blown out. Harry walked over and stretched out on the couch in from of the fire place. He watched Draco standing in the door way, shirtless and looking a little less daunting than he usually did. The way his long arms were wrapped around his bare torso made him look almost unsure of himself. As if Malfoy was ever unsure.

But then, maybe he was.

Something in Harry stirred. The thought was….stimulating. He liked feeling like he had control over this situation. He had the upper hand of experience here.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Harry asked, propping his head up with his hands behind his neck.

Draco dropped his arms, "No."

He started to move forward. His walk was slowly. Each foot was placed forward cautiously, toe first, then heel. He wasn't making so much as a rustle. The way his lanky body moved reminded Harry of some kind of feline. He had a certain grace about him, even when he was obviously uncomfortable.

His eyes were running up and down Harry's body calculatingly. His brows came together in two slashed over his pale eyes. He stopped beside the couch, and looked down.

"You know, you look better than I thought you would," he said absent mindedly. Harry decided to take it as a compliment.

"Yeah, well, you haven't seen the best part yet," he joked, but Draco didn't laugh.

Instead, he surprised Harry by lowering down over top of Harry, dropping his lips between Harry's collar bones and licking slowly. He slid his lips down, sucking the his skin and surrounding it with warm wetness, before moving on and leaving it cold and sensitive to the air. Harry's eyes closed. He could hardly believe this was happening. It was heaven.

His hips jerked up when Malfoy's teeth clasped his zipper and tugged down. God, this kid was good. Too good.

Harry sat up and pushed him away.

"What," Malfoy drawled in a husky voice, looking annoyed.

"You first," Harry said.

"Me first what?"

"Take off your clothes."

Malfoy looked shocked for a split second, before he stood up and shrugged. His fingers went to the button on his pants and his pushed it through. A little part at the top of his black trousers split, revealing a tiny V of skin. Harry's skin prickled.

The sound of his zipper pulling down seemed to fill the quiet room. It buzzed in Harry's ears as his pants slipped down into a pool of fabric on the floor. Suddenly, Draco was standing unabashedly naked in front of the roaring fire. The light danced off his skin, casting a warm glow and making shadows. The orange light danced in his colorless eyes as he looked to Harry for approval.

Harry's eyes remained locked on Draco's body as he stood up and walked over. He stopped when their bodies were almost touching. He lifted a hand and moved it towards Draco's arm, but still didn't make contact. He wanted to fully appreciate the sight before him before he touched. He could feel the warmth coming off of the body next to him. It seemed to jump to his open hand.

Malfoy quickly closed the space between them. Harry's hand closed around Draco's hard upper arms, gripping the soft skin. He leaned over and kissed his shoulder and his neck. Draco tipped his head back and moaned, inspiring Harry to go lower. He kissed a trail down his fat chest and stomach. When his lips brushed Malfoy's hardened member, it suddenly came to him that Draco had never done this before. Not with a man anyway.

Harry remembered his first time, how amazing it had been to discover how turned on he could be. He'd never experienced anything like it. He was determined to make Draco feel the way he had his first time.

His tongue swirled around the tip of Malfoy's cock, playing around the slit in the center. He slowly let his lips encase the head, running his tongue over the ridge. He felt Draco press slightly closer, but he drew away. Malfoy grumbled, frustrated as Harry went back to licking, up and down. He made sure to taste every inch of skin. He couldn't get enough of this. When he finally took Malfoy's into his mouth in his entirety, Malfoy moaned loudly and jerked forward. His hands went to Harry's hair, encouraging him to continue. Harry let his tongue tease the sensitve skin as he mouth created a pressure. He drew his lips up and then back down. With his free hands, he took hold of Draco's testicles and squeezed lightly, enjoying the noises Draco was making.

He continued to suck Draco off until he was panting and shaking. Then, taking his mouth off of Draco's dick and quickly pulled him to the couch. He laid him down on his stomach, while quickly removing his own pants and kicking them away. He moved over Draco, slipping one hand under his to take hold of his throbbing sex, while the other probed into the spongy depts of him. Draco was tight at first, and it took a moment to get him to relax. Harry could feel every muscle moment he made. Finally, he drew his finger out and entered him.

Draco's entire body went ridged. Harry pushed all the way in, meanwhile pumping his hand over Draco's dick. He pulled out almost all the way, before pushing in again. Draco was tight and hot, pure heaven. Harry started to build up a pace, synchronizing it with the speed of his hand sliding over Draco.

"Harry," Draco said in a raspy whisper.

"What?"

"Mmm, faster," Draco purred seductively, whether he meant to or not.

Harry gladly obliged. They're body's slammed together, becoming slick with sweat. Harry let his breath come out heavy. His eyes squeezed shut as the pace built up. He was dragging his free hand over Draco's body, trying to feel everything at once. Everything felt unreal. Draco's skin, the air around them, his own weight balanced above Malfoy's body. His skin was tingling and his heart was pounding in his chest when his orgasm over took him. He felt Malfoy quake underneath him at the same time. A warm, wetness flooded over Harry's hand just as his climax peeked and he came inside of Draco.

Then he collapsed, exhausted. His head fell onto Draco's back, his cheek resting over his shoulder blades. His eyes closed, and he slipped slowly into unconsciousness.

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Draco awoke, feeling satisfied and warm. He was aware of the fact that her wasn't wearing clothes. But he didn't feel the cold castle air. He felt something hot wrapped around him. Something that was glowing warmth from inside, something that was soft on the outside. Something with dark hair and a lightning scar. Harry.

Draco's body reacted in two separate ways. Deep within him, he felt a flash of excitement, but his stomach churned. Shit. He was with Harry. How could he have done something so stupid? As if he wasn't fucked before, now he was double fucked. In more ways than one.

He sat up, pushing Harry's body away from him. The black haired boy groaned but stayed asleep. Draco rolled out from under him onto the floor. He settled Harry back on the couch and started to gather up his clothes. As he was pulling on his pants he remember that he and Harry's shirts were still outside. He'd have to pick those up on his way back to his dorm.

He turned back to Harry. He was starting to be able to see in the dark. Harry was deliciously naked. Draco had to fight the urge to run back and curl up under him again. But unable to curb the urge all together, he walked back and ran his hand over Harry's back. His hair stood up as his indulged in the feeling of the boy's skin against his. It was pure sin, really. Harry was the last person he should have ever fucked. And somehow, that turned him on.

He leaned over and found Harry's lips. They were soft and slightly puckered from the angle his face was pressed into the couch. He ran his tongue over them, trying to taste the boy-who-lived. His fingers turned down, and he scratched his nails down Harry's back.

Suddenly, Harry's tongue touched to the tip of his, shocking him enough to send him tumbling back. He tripped and stumbled back onto his arse. Harry dropped one hand to the floor and opened his eyes. Dropping the other hand to support him, he crawled off the couch over top of Draco.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked, his eyes blazing.

"Uh, back to my-"

"No you aren't," Harry told him. His lips were stretched into a devilish grin. "You're mine now, Draco. I'm not letting you go anywhere."

Draco growled as Harry press his lips to the center of Draco's chest and dropped his body onto his. He grasped Draco's wrists tightly.

"Harry," Draco said against his lips, "Let me go. I have to leave…"

Harry stretched Draco's arms out to his sides like he was being crucified. Draco could feel Harry's heart beating against his. He drew in a breath and tried again.

"Harry," he drawled, trying to sound bored, "Cut it out. I have to go now."

"I said no."

Draco tried to hide his shock. What made Harry think he could talk to him like this?

"Harry, stop NOW. Let me up."

"Or what? You'll tell your father on me? Or get Crabbe and Goyle to beat me up? I don't think so, Draco."

Draco's mouth dropped. What had gotten into this boy? He was acting crazy.

Well, maybe not so crazy. He was thinking rationally. He was right. Draco couldn't do anything. Harry had the power to tell everyone what had happened between them, and ruin him. Harry had the power, he thought. To ruin him.

Harry was still smiling. Draco threw his weight up and tried to stand but Harry forced him back down.

"You know it's true," Harry said. "You can't do anything. You have to do whatever I want you to."

"No, I don't," Draco lied, sneering. Trying to look mean. But Harry wasn't falling for it.

"And even if I wasn't holding this blackmail over your head, you still couldn't do anything. Because you want me. You want me bad," he said.

"Harry, you are so fucked up!" Draco spat venomously. He would NOT admit it was true.

"Not as fucked up as you are," Harry said with a shrug, "I'm just saying what I know is true. I know you want me now. You want to be fucked by me, Draco. You want to be fucked by Harry Potter."

Draco was seething. He couldn't say anything, he was so angry. He felt murderous. He fought against Harry, but he held him down, laughing.

"Don't fight it, Draco. Don't fight it when it feels so good." Harry ground his hips into Draco's. Draco gasped and tried to cover it up. But he couldn't fight the erection that was building.

"So, our little Draco is a masochist, is he?" Harry laughed. "Does it turn you on when I'm like this?"

"You sadistic freak!" Draco sputtered.

Harry just kept laughing, but he sat up. He let go of Draco's wrists and held his hands up, flat.

"You can go now, Draco," he said in a low voice.

Draco sat up partly.

He started into Harry's blazing green eyes, searching for the person he thought he used to know. But he'd been wrong about Harry. Very wrong.

Finally, he climbed out from under him. Harry sat back on the floor. He didn't say anything as Draco made his way to the portrait hole. But just as he was leaving, Harry called out:

"See you tomorrow, same time?"

Draco ground his teeth together and felt his muscles stiffen.

"Fuck you, fag," he snarled.

"That's what I thought."






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