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The night faded to day, the day faded to a week and the week turned into the month. Time was slipping away and no one seemed to care. Time never seemed to have had any meaning at Hogwarts. Except to two boys.

Ever since that night , the night when Harry had made a mission for himself, Draco had been trying to avoid the dark haired boy as much as possible. This of course had lead Ron to believe that it was the beating that he had given Draco that caused it. However , Harry knew better;

'Does he honestly think that avoiding me will make all this go away? Why must he always run away from me! Time to make him understand that I will not be going any where.'

Later that night.

Draco gave a loud yawn and closed his book. The library had become chilly and a playful wind danced with the candle flames , causing a duel to play on the walls.

'Why on earth did I have to study so late?'

As Draco stalked down the deserted hall he suddenly become very self conscious , as if someone was watching him. Looking over his shoulder his eyes only saw an empty hall. Draco furrowed hi brow and shrugged, before continuing to walk. In the quite dead of the night Draco could have sworn that he had heard footsteps.

'Must be my imagination.' Draco thought.

That thought was quickly forgotten as, when he passed a classroom door, he was roughly shoved inside. Falling through the door, shocked confused and scared, Draco was astonished to see the door close on its own , and lock itself.

Still on the floor, Draco panted out ;

"Whose there? Hello? Anyone? Peeves?" Draco slowly got to his feet and nervously glanced around the room. Draco quickly snapped back towards the door when a cool silky voice replied;

"Sorry to disappoint you Draco, and I am sorry if I shoved you too roughly," Harry apologised. He quickly dropped the invisibility cloak from around his shoulders and draped it over a chair, before turning back to Draco ,who was still doing his impression of a fish out of water.

Harry cast a lumos spell and the room was bathed in light. Then Harry sat back in a chair and waited for Draco inevitable outburst.

"WHAT ON EARTH DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING POTTER! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, MANHANDLEING ME LIKE THAT?YOU ARE SO…SO….so… I'm not even going to waste my time on you."

Draco stalked over to the door and tried the lock…nothing. He tried again. It then became apparent that Potter had done something to the lock.

"Potter open this door right now," Draco commanded, not looking at Potter.

Harry smirked.

"You are not going to leave this room Draco until we sort few things out. So you may as well sit down because you are going no where," came Harry's reply.

Draco stuttered , and his eyes widened. It was clear that the blond boy could not believe what he was hearing. This was unbelievable!

Draco naively wet his lips and asked in a halting voice ;

"And what f I don't? If I refuse to take part in this …idiotic practise with you? What are you going to do to me then?" Draco began to tidy his robes; a bad habit.

In the candle lit classroom, Draco glowed with a warm aura, his white blond hair becoming a pale golden colour, his grey eyes standing out against the warm colour of his skin. His hair and robes had become disorderly, and Draco's messy hair, gave him a "just out of bed look". Harry had decided that whatever happened would be worth it, just to see Draco look like that.

"Potter?" Draco asked, clearly getting more and more wound up at Potters hard and inquiring stare.

Harry smiled and stood up. He slowly walked up to the suspicious slytherin, and placed his tanned hands on Draco's forearms, as if to stop the other boy from bolting.

"Don't worry Draco. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I just want to talk ok?

Draco stared at Harry , trying to decide whether he was telling the truth, or whether this was just another trick.

Harry's messy and unkempt hair looked glossy in the candle light. His deep, vivid green eyes were a startling contrast to the golden hues of his skin. With Harry standing so close to Draco, the blond noticed that Harry was only a bit taller then he was. He definitely has more muscles , but Draco already knew that. Together , they made a startling contrast. Draco wondered how they would look in a bed. Light skin covered by tanned skin. Dark hands trailing over a pale body and tangling in light hair. Pale hands caressing hard muscles and grasping ebony hair…

Draco mentally slapped himself for thinking such thoughts. Turning on his heel, Draco stalked down to the far end of the classroom and sat down.

"Well Potter what is it you wish to talk to me about?"

Harry smiled again and went to join Draco on the far side of the room.

"I think you know what I wish to talk to you about Draco." came the soft reply.

Draco knew. It was the only thing on Draco's mind since it had happened. It plagued his every waking thought and dream. But he was a Malfoy so…

Standing up gracefully , Draco went to look out the window before remarking,

"I though I had made my thoughts and feelings on the matter perfectly clear. I was a mistake it should never have happened. Now open the door before my friends begin to wonder where I am ."

"Are you saying that, on your slytherin honour, that you did not enjoy it?"

"Of course I did not enjoy it!" came the blonds curt reply.

Before Draco could drew breath again, he found himself slammed hard against the wall, and Harry trapping his hands, before crushing his body to Draco's. Harry's eyes has lost any playful aspect they had, and suddenly, Draco was afraid of Potter again. The Griffindor body was hard and solid, and overwhelmed Draco completely. Before Draco could demand potter to get off him (there was little else he could do) Harry slammed his lips on the blonds, cutting off any form of protest.

Draco's eyes went comically wide for a moment, before he got washed away by the torrent of emotions that that one brutal kiss brought forth. Potter gave little room for Draco to resist and Harry wasted no time in forcing Draco's mouth open and ravishing his mouth. Potters lips were hard and rough on his own, and Draco felt a draining sense of being owned, possessed as Potters tongue duelled with his. But Malfoys were not meant to be possessed. To be owned. That did not seem to matter to Draco at the moment. Nor did the fact that Harry had released Draco's hands , and Draco had now tangled them in Harry's ebony locks.

After a while , the brutal kiss began to hurt Draco's sensitive lips, and , as enjoyable as that pain felt, Draco could not help the small tensile whimper that escaped him. At that painful sound, Harry lifted his lips to survey the damage.

Draco delicate hands were buried in his hair, causing a warm and calming sensation to spread across his mind. Draco's eyes were wide and frantic, his face flushed a light pink, and his lips dark and swollen from Harry's savage onslaught. Some time during the kiss, Harry had wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, and the Griffindor could feel Draco trembling slightly.

In short. Draco looked a delicious mix, of innocent virgin, and wanton sex toy.

Well, until Draco nervously licked his lips and cast his eyes downwards. He suddenly seemed so young, so ashamed, so…innocent and lost.

Harry felt his heart melt and he once again, bent his head and brought his lips to Draco's.

This was much softer. Harry softly skimmed his lips over Draco's ,waiting until the blond began to kiss back, before exploring his mouth again. Gently breaking the kiss, Harry turned his head and dragged his lips over Draco's jaw bone leaving tiny kisses in his wake. When he touched his lips to Draco's neck, he was ecstatic at the moan of lust Draco emitted. He felt the hands in his hair tighten , and Draco begin to tremble even more.

Deciding to stop this lesson, before Harry became unable to stop, the dark haired boy pulled his lips away and stepped back, but still kept his arms around the blond.

Draco looked thoroughly ravished, and Harry could not help the smirk of satisfaction. Just the thought that he could get Draco to look this wanton was enough to fuel Harry's fantasies for the rest of his life. :Leaning to whisper into Draco's ear, Harry muttered;

"Still say you don't feel anything?" came the quite question.

All he got were the words

"God damn you Potter"

Breathed into the air.

Harry smiled and brought the blond close in his arms again. The Malfoy case was shattering, and Draco was tasting freedom.

And it tasted like Harry Potter…

A/N

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