HI, thanks to everyone who is still reading…

My reviewers:

Anniacuru: Happy birthday for Friday. My brilliant beta. *sends Draco with chocolate frescatos*

Luna Aelf Writer: this chapter goes slightly further than kisses, *dirty laugh.* I hope you like it, I don't know much about male anatomy. Tell me if you like it. *sends Draco with cookies and cream Baskin and Robbins.*

Jessica Collett: I hope you recover from swooning after this chapter! *sends Draco and Harry dolls*

Silverfox: glad you love it. Hope you like the heat in this chapter, it might singe your fur. Ha, I'm a poet too!! (Humour me, I'm the author) *sends a honey-covered Harry to you*

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            Considering how much you liked that chapter for the kissing… you'll like this chapter… it's slightly more passionate… *dirty laugh…* thank you so much for your wonderful praise, and the accolade of "best writer" I doubt that, as I have read many brilliant stories… but the fact that you enjoy this that much is wonderful

            I hope you enjoy this chapter! *sends Draco and Harry to act out this chapter to you in private*

Key:

An, poetry, prophesy

Draco thought

Harry thought

Stressed speech.

~~~ = pov / scene change

Chapter 10

Mind-blowing, it was so… A dragon bit me, and I'll willingly sprout wings and follow it. He kissed me!!! Wow. Oh stop it Harry! Now you really do sound like Ginny! Harry was grinning like a madman. Hermione was hyper and Ron was clueless.

Hermione had guessed what had happened when a dazed Harry wandered into the library and sat down by her, lips red. She looked at him, and he just nodded.  The resulting shriek of joy from her got them chucked out of the library. Harry told her all about Draco, including the vision of Voldemort. Well, if anyone can find out what was happening, it is Hermione. She promised to look into it, and rushed back into the library apologising profusely to Price.

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Draco was delighted by his convenient excuse to kiss Harry.  It's not as if it isn't true… Harry soon knew enough to listen out for it in Draco's conversations. "We're doomed" became their code for "I want you, now."  They snuck off to kiss passionately for a few minutes, then (in Harry's case) returned flustered, with a dazed expression. They used these meetings to alleviate their stress, and they often returned with ripped clothes, bruised lips and bite marks.

It was after potions (the last class of the day) that Draco dropped it into conversation.  "You know, if Snape gives us that test, the Gryffindors are all doomed." Harry grinned and excused himself from Ron. He was greeted in the secret dungeon room behind the portrait of Circe and some wildlife. (Password: Odysseus.)  Harry walked up to a silent Draco trying to keep his countenance, but failed.

"I can read you like a book, so stop trying. It's demeaning to think that you could fool me."

"You don't know me that well, Malfoy." The playfulness was evident in Harry's voice.

"I know enough to know that you're desperate."

"I could leave right now."

"Go on, then."

"I don't want to."

"Scared?"

"Of what?"

"That people would find out that their Golden Boy is not s golden."

"And that their Silver Boy is still second best."

Immediately, Draco stiffened. "You think you're better than me? You, who runs to this room like a starving dog, you, who hangs onto my every word, in case I'll summon you, yet never thinking to initiate these liaisons yourself. You're Pathetic!" Draco spat at Harry, and began to walk off, but was grabbed by Harry.

"So what if I do? What about you? You, who needs someone so much lower than yourself to get yourself satisfied? You, who called me three times just this day? And you say I'm desperate!"

"Just fuck off, Potter."

"No."

"If you insist." Draco turned away and sat by the fire. But Harry didn't want that…

"I'm getting what I've come for. Malfoy" said Harry icily.

"Am I just a commodity to you?"

"What else could you be?" so much more…  

"Good question, I just figured that your griffin ways would classify me as a friend" Draco sneered.

"I never called you a friend. It was you who wanted that."

"Yes, but then I grew up. You're nothing but a child's idol."

Harry was now seething, "Whereas you're nothing but your father's shadow, Malfoy."

"Don't you dare bring my father into this! I'm not like him at all!!! He is a monster."

"And you aren't?"

"The question is, are you? Voldemort is in your head, your brain. He could be influencing your thoughts. You could be murdering people in your sleep."

"I wouldn't do something like that!"

"How do I know? You could attack me if I hurt you…" Draco punched Harry in the stomach. Harry caught Draco's arm.

"Don't… do... That again..."

"Why? Does it hurt? Are you in pain? Is little Hawwy gonna cry?" Draco taunted.

"No, but it'll make me do this." Harry twisted Draco's arm behind his head. Draco grimaced, but wouldn't allow Harry the satisfaction of knowing that it hurt. So instead, he did a move resembling a pirouette and ended with his arm in a comfortable position in front of him with Harry in a handcuff-like hold.

"Let me go!" shouted Harry.

"In your dreams." Draco tripped him. "Do you still think you're better than me?"

"Do you?"

"No!"

"Then why are you pushing this?"

"Do you think you're better than me?" Draco's tone was now inquisitive, showing genuine interest.

"Yes." With an inhuman effort, Harry dragged Draco down with him and proceeded to squash him with his knees. Harry collapsed on top of Draco, who considering his slight frame, was holding up very well. Harry's head smashed into Draco's and automatically honed in on his lips, before Draco bit Harry's intrusive tongue.

"Bastard!"

"Fuck you! It's my mouth!"

"So these are yours too?" Harry pointed at his legs, which were pinned under Draco's back.

"Why of course! I own you. All of you…" Draco's hands followed his eyes up Harry's legs, lightly brushing the skin, leaving it tingling. Harry was soon too intoxicated to continue fighting. Draco was mesmerised by his fingers working up Harry's legs, and watched as they began to unbutton Harry's clothes. Harry laid back, eyes closed, but this was enough to snap Draco out of his ministrations.  He lay back next to Harry.

"Why d'you stop?" asked a petulant Harry. It was visible just how much he was enjoying it.

Draco smirked, "Did you truly think that I would do the work? For you? Hell no!"

Harry watched him with irritation; Draco's fingers had left him wanting much more. In protest, he pouted and his back arched to try and initiate more contact between the two boys. But Draco wouldn't budge. He stayed resolutely in his place until Harry gave in and kissed him. Took you long enough! Draco began to make a snide comment, when Harry's tongue left his lips and trailed along his collarbone to his chest. Draco was about to comment on the pleasant change of events when he lost the capability of cognitive thought as Harry sucked gently on his left nipple. Holy, bloody, oh my god…   what the hell am I doing?  Harry began to slow, but Draco's insistent moaning and forceful hands running up his sides changed his mind. Soon he too lost his rational mind and they began an almost frenzied dance to have as much contact as physically possible, and then some. One thing led to another and soon both boys were hit with blinding climaxes. They collapsed onto a rug by the fire, hot and sweaty and promptly went to sleep.

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Up in the office of the headmaster, the sorting hat shook his head and sighed. He was good friends with all the portraits and had just heard from Circe what had happened in the dungeon room. He swore her to secrecy, and dismissed her.

Emerald meets platinum

Ok for some,

These two will have to live;

They have so much to give.

Love may come, but that takes time,

Passion rules the words, they just mime.