Thanks for all the feedback; it's great incentive. Also thank you for taking the time to evaluate my work, I promise I'll try to do what you say will make the story better. And to those of you who said you get confused about who is talking, it's not just you. I get confused myself sometimes! It's just a temptation I have to resist. Sorry this chapter took so long to update, I promise I won't be as slack with the next one. I also apologize if Draco's POV seems a bit OOC in this bit...he's drunk.

So is Harry, eventually.

Remember that.

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'Well, don't just stand there, Harry. Come and sit down.' Draco said, letting the smirk fall onto his face and into his voice because it was the easiest thing to do, staring at the saviour of the wizardring world, standing there in nothing but silk boxers looking like a possum in headlights.

'Um...I'll just...go and get some...uh...clothes on, shall I?' Harry said, looking around nervously.

'Oh, no, I'm sure you'll be just fine.' said Aidan, grinning stupidly at Harry's barely clothed form. Draco felt a frown crawl onto his face as he stared at the back of Aidan's fiery hair, not unlike the Weasley's hair, but in more designer colours. He shook off the frown, and replaced it with a smirk once more.

'Whatever you want, Harry.' Draco said, purposely using Harry's first name. He knew it would make his friends jealous, and he also knew it would make Harry uncomfortable, which is what he most wanted. He didn't want Harry to get the upper hand in this situation, turning the embarrassment and his friends on him. He knew Harry was probably used to dealing this probing reporters and his friends could be very similar, at times.

'I'll just, um, be back.' Harry stuttered, and turned around and headed down the hall to his room. Draco wasn't sure if he'd come back.

Draco felt his eyes falling down to Harry's firm arse, the silk fabric hugging it nicely. He cursed himself, and shook his head, turning it back to face his friends. He most certainly did not want to think about Harry's arse.

Or the fact that he had young man with similar interests of a similar age who walked around his house in boxers.

Or the fact that maybe he shouldn't be having impure thoughts about his childhood enemy, his father's master's sworn nemesis.

Or that their kiss today was So. Damn. Good.

Or that before he'd recognised Harry, he'd been hitting on him so hard it was amazing Harry wasn't knocked unconscious.

Or that he was supposed to hate Harry.

Or that Harry was supposed to hate him.

Or that it was possibly still true but possibly the opposite.

No, he most certainly did not want to think about it.

Harry paused at the entrance to his room and turned around.

'Can I talk to you for a minute, Malfoy?' Harry said with a small frown, slightly stressing Draco's last name. Draco gave Harry a quizzical look, but Harry's blank face gave nothing away.

Michael tossed his multi-brown hair out of his eyes and gave Draco a smirking suspicious look. 'Malfoy?' he mouthed, staring at Draco.

'We'll talk later. Go and get changed and come back I'll introduce you to everyone.' said Draco, ignoring Michael. Harry glared at Draco, but disappeared into his room, closing the door a little more forcefully than was needed.

Aidan turned to Draco, still grinning. 'Wow.' he said, simply.

'I'll say.' said Rowan, his grey eyes twinkling.

'He calls you Malfoy?' questioned Michael, laughing. 'You have pet names?'

'It was my...old last name. At school.' Draco said.

'You used each other's last names?' Michael asked. Draco nodded. 'Oh, how hot.' Michael cleared his throat. 'Bend over, Malfoy.' he said, gruffly, then laughed heartily, the others joining him.

'But...you never said anything about him, Drake!' Rowan said. Draco shrugged.

'Must have slipped my mind.' he said, casually.

'Right.' Aidan said. 'You just forgot you had a gorgeous man living with you.' he said, shoving Draco playfully again, his voice slightly slurry.

'He's just sharing the apartment.' Draco said, trying to sound indignant.

'Did he just turn up at the doorstep, did he?' asked Michael, chortling.

'Well, yes, actually.' Draco said, smiling in remembrance.

'And you'd never seen him before?' Aidan asked.

'Well...' Draco began, but the sound of footsteps interrupted him. They looked up, and Harry walked up to them, wearing a crisp shirt of light green, and a pair of black jeans, both new.

'We went to school together, actually.' Harry said, smiling a little.

Michael's mouth dropped open. 'Oh God, you mean that boarding school you went to?'

Draco looked at Harry, and nodded. Michael groaned.

'Oh, how hot.' Michael exclaimed. Harry looked at him, bemused. 'A whole lot of guys stuck in dormitories on hot and restless nights, nothing else to do but...' Michael trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows.

'We were in different houses.' Draco stated. 'And the teachers were terrible spies.'

'God, I would be too. A whole bunch of horny teenagers?' Michael laughed.

'I told you, we were in different houses.' Draco said.

'Yeah, and we hated each other.' Harry said, laughing.

'Hated? Past tense?' Draco said, smirking up at Harry.

'It'd be bad form to tell the truth in front of all your friends, wouldn't it?' Harry asked.

'Oh, they don't care.' Draco said, waving a hand. 'Lots of people hate me.'

'I find that hard to believe.' said Harry, sarcastically.

'They're just jealous.' Draco said, vainly.

'Oh, really?' Harry asked.

'Hey, I took you shopping today. In a few years, you'll love me for dragging you up out of the gutter of the fashion you were in.' Draco protested.

'Because leather pants will be cool forever.' Harry said, snorting.

'Anything looks cool forever if you look fantastic in them.' said Draco. Harry raised an eyebrow.

'What are you saying?' asked Harry. Draco realised he'd said a little more than he'd intended to.

'I'm saying you better put them away and never wear them again!' he said, laughing, looking around at his friends, who he realised were all staring at him. 'What?' he asked.

'You two...' Rowan started, trailing off with an amused look on his face.

'What?' Draco prompted, but Rowan shook his head. He wasn't going to say.

'Well, you gonna introduce us properly?' said Aidan, smiling at Harry.

'Sure.' said Draco. 'Everyone, this is Harry Potter.' Draco said. 'Harry, this is Aidan.' he said, gesturing to the young man with fiery hair sitting next to him. Aidan had quite an angular face that was more striking than it was handsome, but good-looking all the same. He had on casually elegant clothes, that could pass for "sophisticated" if it weren't for the multicoloured buttons and badges that adorned them.

'Nice t' meet ya.' said Aidan, smiling. Harry smiled back.

'This is Michael.' Draco said, pointing to the multi-brown haired man. Michael had darker skin than the rest, and a self-assured smirk that stayed planted on his upturned mouth, as if he knew the fresh, white shirt and soft, dark pants looked fabulous on him.

They did.

'Hey.' he said, by way of greeting.

'And this is Rowan.' said Draco, nodding his head towards the quiet man to his right. 'He went to a school very similar to ours.' Draco said pointedly, hoping Harry caught his drift. Harry nodded slightly, as if he understood. Rowan had midnight blue hair that fell softly into his grey, swirly eyes. His long, pale fingers, that had faint stains of ink, picked almost nervously at his dark clothing.

'It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry.' he said, quietly. Draco realised he was probably more flustered at the fact that he was in the same room as the saviour of the wizardring world than the fact that Harry had a nice, Quidditch-toned body. A fact that the other two were blissfully unaware of. Him being a hero, not his body. They were very aware of that, Draco was sure.

'Well, come on, Harry. Sit down.' said Michael, patting the space next to him on the dark blue couch invitingly. Harry smiled, but instead flopped down in the empty space next to Draco on the large three-seater. Michael narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn't say anything. Draco felt oddly smug.

'Would you like a drink, Harry?' Draco asked, still able to keep his composure despite his body's high intake of alcohol. Unlike his friends, he thought himself.

'Uh, ok.' said Harry, still looking slightly uncomfortable, and Draco knew it wasn't because of his chairs.

'So,' said Aidan, while Draco poured Harry a drink and handed it to him, 'Whereabouts do you come from?'

'Ah, cut the small talk!' Michael said, loudly. 'I'm far too drunk to give a shit about manners.'

Draco snorted. 'Didn't know you had any, Michael.' he said.

'Quiet, you!' Michael said, teasingly, but there was a slight edge of warning in his voice. Michael turned back to Harry, all smiles. 'So, do you have a boyfriend?' he asked, grinning.

'Uh...' Harry said, blushing slightly. Draco liked the way Harry blushed, the soft pink staining his cheeks. He did it in a way that made him look cute, which was amazing seeing as he spent the better part of his teenage years with that Weasel creature, who managed to look like a constipated turnip at every opportunity. 'I'm not...really...'

Draco watched his friends' faces fall into what looked like a bottomless pit.

'You're not gay?' Aidan blurted, looking thunderstruck.

'Well, I mean...I'm not...well, you see...' Harry stuttered. Draco dared to lay a hand on Harry's leg in a comforting way, looking straight into Michael's eyes as he spoke.

'What he means is, he's not exactly sure at the moment. Just needs a bit of persuasion.' Draco said, noticing the way Michael's eyes flicked to Draco's hand on Harry's leg, to Harry's face, then back at Draco.

'Well, I'm sure we can convince you to bat for this team, Harry!' Aidan said, smiling. 'We may not always win the game,' he said, and the others laughed, 'but we have much more fun in the showers afterwards!'

'Hear hear!' Michael laughed, chucking back his drink and filling his glass again, his eyes never leaving Draco's.

'Well, then, do you have a girlfriend?' asked Aidan, almost mockingly, as if the idea was completely preposterous.

'Well, no.' Harry admitted. 'I'm very much single at the moment, actually.'

Draco avoided Michael's eyes as he poured himself a drink, not wanting to see the cocky defiant look he was sure would be in his friend's eyes. He was still not quite sure about the tension that seemed to be rising up between he and Michael, or why it was there in the first place, but there was no question as to it's existence. He could see it in his friend's eyes, in his smile. But what exactly was it they were fighting over? Harry? Draco suddenly realised his hand was still on Harry's leg, and he removed it delicately. He could practically feel the smirk on Michael's face oozing through the air.

'Well, we'll have to take you out sometime.' Michael said, smoothly. 'Clubbing, or something.'

'Yeah, we will! Drake and us know all the best places.' Aidan said, enthusiastically.

'We'll show you a good time.' Rowan said, smiling in an almost wicked way as he, too, filled up his glass. Draco knew Rowan had a wicked streak in him, but it didn't often come up in front of strangers (if you could call the man who saved your world that) or when anything but your silhouette was visible. But in the dark corners of nightclubs, he'd do anything. Or anyone.

'Well, I've never really been clubbing before.' Harry said, looking a little nervous as he finished his glass and poured himself another.

'Don't worry, we'll show you the ropes.' Michael said, grinning.

Harry glanced at Draco, then looked back. 'I don't have anything to wear.'

'Because I didn't just convince you to buy the hottest pair of leather pants on the planet today.' Draco said, staring at Harry, dramatically indignant.

'Oh, yeah.' Harry said, smiling a little.

'Leather pants?' asked Rowan, a sneaky smile creeping onto his face.

Harry nodded. 'Draco convinced me to buy them.' he said. Draco flinched. It was amusing that Harry had decided to adopt Draco's manner, and use his first name, but it wasn't that great under these circumstances.

Aidan raised an eyebrow. 'What did you call him? Draco?'

Harry shifted. 'Uh, yeah.'

'So he has got a pet name for you, then?' Michael asked, looking vaguely annoyed.

'It's what everyone called me at school.' Draco said.

'So we're not good enough for you school buddies, huh? We just call you Drake?' Michael teased, but Draco felt the less than sweet lining again.

Draco shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. 'Drake is easier to say. It's more of a common name...and more people know Latin than Old English.'

Michael looked confused. 'What?'

'Both mean dragon. Draco in Latin, Drake in Old English.' Rowan said.

'Ah. I see.' Aidan said, nodding. 'That's the reason for your tattoo, then?'

Draco nodded. Harry smiled.

'It's a great tattoo.' Harry said, looking round as if expecting the others to voice their agreement. Draco sighed and cursed inwardly.

'What? You showed him your tattoo?!' exclaimed Michael.

Draco cringed.

'But you don't show anyone your tattoo!' gasped Aidan.

Harry frowned, and looked at Draco. Draco avoided his gaze.

'He caught me unprepared.' Draco said, quietly.

'Unprepared?' seethed Michael, standing up. 'If I'd known you show it "unprepared" I wouldn't have even bothered with the lube!'

Harry stared up at Michael. 'What?'

'This guy doesn't even let you see his tattoo when you're bloody fucking him.' sprayed Michael.

Harry swallowed, and looked between Draco and Michael. 'You two were involved?'

'Briefly.' said Draco, looking down at his hands.

Harry gulped and looked up at Michael, who was still seething, staring at Draco, seemingly trying to send a message through the air. Harry couldn't decipher it.

'Briefly?' Michael whispered, in a dangerous voice.

'Er, yeah, that's right, and now they're the best o' friends.' Aidan interrupted loudly. 'Sit down, Mike.' he said, forcefully. Michael glared at Draco, but then flopped back down on the couch. Suddenly his whole face changed, and the smile was back.

'Now, where were we?' he said, smirking.

Harry had never seen anyone change moods so fast, not even Voldemort.

'Uh...' he muttered, still looking at Michael. 'We were talking about the club, I think.'

'Your leather pants.' murmured Draco.

'Oh, yes. That's it.' said Michael.

'But...I mean, what else do I wear?' asked Harry.

'Nothing, if you don't want.' Michael said, smiling flirtatiously. Harry couldn't help but stare. It was like the guy had a split personality, or something. Harry took a large sip of his drink. Maybe he did.

'We'll sort that out later.' Draco said, waving a hand. 'I have plenty of stuff you can borrow.' Draco ran his eyes over Harry's body, under the guise of estimating his size, even though he knew it perfectly well from their shopping that day. Or, the previous day, it was. 'You should be about my size.'

'God, if you borrow Draco's stuff, you'll be wearing nothing but nipple rings and handcuffs!' laughed Aidan, grinning at Draco. Draco felt a similar grin latch onto his face.

Harry's eyes widened. 'Well...I mean, I don't think...'

'Relax, Harry. The piercing won't hurt a bit.' Draco said, laughing himself at the look of shock on Harry's face. 'I'm kidding, Harry.'

Harry's face showed his relief. 'You have you nipple pierced?' he asked, suddenly, as if the gist of the conversation had just hit him.

'Why, yes.' Draco said, allowing himself a mysterious smile.

'Didn't it...um, hurt?' Harry asked.

'This coming from you?' Draco asked, amazed at the seeming vulnerability of the young man who'd survived almost an hour of on and off Cruciatus curse.

'What's it made of?' Harry replied with a question, like Draco.

'I'm beginning to think this is all a plan to get me to take my shirt off, Harry.' Draco said, smirking.

'Yeah, that's right. Strip for the poor boy!' Aidan laughed.

Draco looked at Harry and watched, as a small miracle seemed to come upon his face. A strengthening of resolve, it looked like. Harry sculled the rest of his glass, and placed it down.

'Oh, I hardly think I'm a boy anymore.' he said, smiling flirtatiously at the lot of them, apparently absent-mindedly rubbing his hands along his thighs.

Four jaws smashed into the ground.

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Harry realised once he got over his initial embarrassment and nervousness, that if he didn't distract Michael and Draco, they'd probably end up in a huge brawl.

'Oh, I hardly think I'm a boy anymore.' he said, trying his best to imitate the flirtatious smirks that adorned the other men's faces. He rubbed his hands along his thighs suggestively. A small part of his brain was telling him he was going to hate himself in the morning.

The others' jaws collectively fell, leaving them all gaping at Harry like guppy fish. Guppy fish? Were there such things? Harry thought he remembered his Aunt Petunia telling him he looked like a guppy fish whenever he spoke. Open, close, open, close: is that all you ever do, boy?

Why on Earth was he thinking of Aunt Petunia now?

'Look, we'll make you a deal,' Michael said, the first to recover, 'We won't give you a nipple ring, if you take off your top.'

'Oh we won't, will we?' Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

'I think you've seen all you need to see in that department, haven't you?' Harry asked, unable to keep the faint blush from staining his cheeks once again. He just could not pull off the smarmy demeanor very well, he decided. He was Gryffindor, for Christ's sake! Although a little part of him was still Slytherin in there somewhere, Harry was sure. He just wasn't used to all the attention.

Well, that was only partially true. He was used to screeds of attention. Articles, interviews, pictures, talks, conferences, whispers, rumours...but just not often like this kind of attention. Blatant, lustful attention from a small group of his (ex?)enemy's homosexual friends.

'By Joe, you're right!' exclaimed Michael, loudly. 'Off with your pants as well, then.'

Harry laughed along with the others, a little less easy than the rest, though.

'Then I'd be the odd one out, wouldn't I?' Harry said.

'Just what are you suggesting, Potter?' Draco said. Harry could tell he'd let his last name slip out without thinking about it. Harry gave an amused laugh, and Michael narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. Harry watched as Draco allowed a small hint of a smug smile linger on his face.

'Oh, nothing.' Harry said, airily.

'I don't think Harry's as innocent as he seems, gentlemen.' said Michael, smirking.

'I seem innocent?' asked Harry, feigning shock.

'Well, now, we'll have a look. Come over here.' said Michael, beckoning at Harry.

'And just what are you looking at?' asked Draco, staring at Michael.

Michael smirked, but just beckoned Harry again. 'Come on.' he said, patting the seat next to him. Harry cast Draco an oddly furtive glance, and went and sat next to Michael.

'Now, hold out your palm.' Michael said. Harry looked at him quizzically. 'Just do it.'

Harry held out his palm, and Michael shuffled closer, so that his whole thigh was pressed against Harry's, and took Harry's outstretched hand in his own. Draco stiffened.

'Now, this line here-' Michael began, but Draco interrupted him with a snort.

'You don't know shit about palm reading, Mike!' he laughed. Michael looked up with a clenched-teeth smile.

'Yes, I do, Drake. Shut up.' and he laughed, not sounding all that amused. Harry looked between Draco and Michael and swallowed.

'As I was saying, this line here is your fame line.' he peered closely at Harry's hand, his soft hair falling across Harry's arm. 'And that's the biggest one I've ever seen.' he looked up at Harry and wiggled his eyebrows, and Harry blushed.

Draco felt like he wanted to hit someone. He didn't want to ask himself why.

'And this line,' he said, running his finger along Harry's palm, causing Harry to shiver, 'Is your life line. It's quite good, actually. A long and fulfilling life.' Another smirk. 'Now, we'll get to the real test.'

'What's the real test?' breathed Harry.

'Oh, no, we're not gonna sit here and watch you fuck him!' laughed Aidan.

Michael smirked. 'I think we'll save that for some other time.' he said, smiling at Harry, then looking up quickly into Draco's eyes, as if daring him to say something. Draco clenched his teeth and stared stonily back.

'Now, take off your shoes.' said Michael, looking back into Harry's eyes.

'What? Why?' asked Harry.

'Just do it.' said Michael, smiling, tracing small circles into Harry's palm.

Never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain. Or if it keeps its brain in its pants, Draco thought.

'Come on.' Michael urged. Harry shrugged, gave a small smile, and took of his shoes.

'And your socks!' said Michael. Harry stared.

'What is this?' he asked.

'You'll see.' Michael grinned.

'Well, I mean...my feet aren't exactly manicured to perfection.' Harry said.

'It's fine.' said Michael. Harry took off his socks and Michael gasped.

'Beautiful.' he said. 'I love feet.' he stated.

Draco snorted. 'Bullshit. Since when?'

'Since always. Maybe you just don't pay enough attention to me, Draco.' said Michael, icily.

'Or maybe you're just a pampered brat who can't stop lying.' hissed Draco. Then he laughed, to lighten the mood. Harry breathed deeply.

Michael gave Draco a glare, and then turned back to Harry, and grinned.

'Now, lets have a look.' he said, pulling Harry foot up. 'God, I feel like some naughty nurse.' he said, grinning at Harry. Harry blushed, and looked over at the others, whom he realised were all watching him closely. Rowan winked at him, and Harry blushed even more. Michael hoisted Harry's legs up so Harry had to lean back, as Michael brought Harry's legs to rest on his own.

Draco felt like snarling.

'Oh, I see.' said Michael, his smirk bigger than ever before. 'Yes, that's very interesting.'

'What is it?' asked Harry.

'Well, you can just tell, you see.' said Michael.

'Tell what?' Harry breathed.

'Look here.' Michael said, tracing along Harry's first toe, beside his big toe. 'If this toe is bigger than the big toe, it means you're sexually active.'

Harry peered town at his toes, his first toe seeming abysmal in comparison to his big one.

'Oh.' he said, quietly.

'That's bullshit, everyone knows that.' Draco said, loudly. Michael leant down towards Harry, placing his hand on Harry's thigh to keep him up.

'Are we a virgin, are we Harry?' he whispered in Harry's ear, causing a shiver to go up and down Harry's spine.

'That's not really your business, is it?' Harry breathed. Michael laughed.

'A yes if I ever heard one!' he said, then he licked his lips. 'How exciting.' he murmured.

'Hey, come on. Give him some space.' said Aidan, frowning.

'I reckon. Sexual harassment.' laughed Draco, dangerously.

Harry pulled himself off. 'I can handle myself.' muttered Harry.

Aidan raised an eyebrow. 'That's nice to know...' he said, and catching his drift, the others laughed.

'Mind out of the gutter, Aidan!' laughed Draco.

And so the evening continued.

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'Yip! See ya then! Bye, boys!' called Draco loudly, waving his friends off as they stumbled towards the taxi waiting at the side of the road. Harry waved them goodbye, and sighed loudly as Draco closed the door.

'I'll have to find something to wear.' Harry said. 'To the club.'

Draco nodded. 'You can borrow something of mien if you want.'

Harry nodded, and Draco turned towards him and looked at him.

'Sorry.' he murmured.

'Huh?' asked Harry, looking up at him.

'Sorry about...my friends.' Draco murmured. Then he looked up at Harry, his eyes flashing. 'Sorry about Michael.'

Harry laughed. 'He's awfully friendly.' he said.

Draco grumbled. 'Sorry he was kind of...' Draco trailed off.

'Hitting on me?' Harry offered. Draco smiled.

'Yeah.' he said.

'And why are you apologizing for that?' asked Harry.

Draco shrugged. 'Possibly you weren't expecting it.'

'I reckon. Thought they'd've already gone home by three 'n the morning!' Harry exclaimed.

'Just cause your friends have a nine o clock curfew!' Draco teased.

'They do not.' Harry grumbled. Then he smiled slightly. 'It's ten.' he joked.

Draco laughed. 'Wouldn't be surprised.' he muttered.

There was a slight pause as Harry weighed his options and Draco examined his fingernails.

'You didn't tell me you and Michael had a thing.' Harry said quietly, scanning Draco's face.

Draco sighed. 'Yes, well. More like mutual horniness that progressed too far.'

Harry nodded. 'Right.' he said. 'But now you're just friends?'

Draco nodded.

'How come you're all...' Harry began, but trailed off, not knowing how to put it.

Draco looked up at Harry, and got the point. 'I broke it off with him. I don't think he's ever forgiven me.' he said.

'Naw,' Harry said, grinning teasingly, 'You was fighting over Harry.'

'House elf, are we?' Draco quipped. Harry laughed.

'At your-' he began, bowing deeply, but he stumbled forward inelegantly, so that when he righted himself his face was mere inches away from Draco's. 'Service.' he finished quietly, his hot, alcoholic breath tingling against Draco's lips.

Without thinking, in case the result was a different conclusion, Draco leaned forward and pressed his lips against Harry's, loving the way the soft flesh felt beneath his own. He pulled back and stared questioningly into Harry's emerald eyes.

'That all you got?' Harry chuckled quietly.

Draco growled and shoved Harry back against the wall, capturing Harry's smart mouth with his. Draco slid his tongue along Harry's lower lip, until Harry got the point and opened his mouth slightly, letting Draco slip his tongue into Harry's mouth to meet Harry's, and Harry moaned as their tongues battled, bringing his arms up to snake around Draco's neck. Draco ran his fingers over Harry's torso, letting them come to rest at Harry's waist, where he used their position to bring his body closer to Harry's. Harry groaned loudly, and Draco felt a shudder pass through Harry's body, which caused Draco to give a gasp of his own into Harry's hot, wet mouth.

Draco slid his hands down to Harry's arse, pulling Harry's hips into his. Harry gasped, threw his head back and closed his eyes, great shuddering breaths coursing through Harry's body.

Draco could feel, even through the fabric, that Harry was as hard as he was. Oh, God.

Draco walked backward, pulling Harry along with him, and pushed Harry down onto the table, pushing his thigh in between Harry's, pulling Harry so close there wasn't a molecule between their bodies, and he began grinding up against Harry. Harry gasped into Draco's mouth, and gave a deep, throaty groan that sent shivers down Draco's spine. Draco began moving his kisses to the side of Harry's mouth, and then along his chin, and then down to his neck, where he began feasting on it; biting and licking and kissing, still keeping the thrusts of his hips going.

'Oh, God, Draco...' Harry moaned, in a voice more erotic than any Draco had ever heard.

'You like that?' Draco mumbled into Harry's soft skin.

'God...yes...stop...' Harry groaned.

'Oh, you don't really want me to stop, do you?' said Draco in a teasing voice, that was lined with worry. He certainly didn't want to stop!

'God...yes...so hard...God, stop!' Harry gasped. Draco raised an amused eyebrow, and pulled back, surveying the scene.

Harry Potter, Golden Boy and Saviour of the wizardring world, was lying before him on a table in their apartment in a erotically wanton way, his jean clad legs forced open by Draco's thigh. His light green top was riding up his stomach, revealing a delectable set of abs, but not riding up so much that you could see his taut, pink nipples, which were still hiding under the fabric. Harry's lips were pink and red and looking thoroughly kissed, and his eyes, his big, green eyes, were full of lust and want. And he had just finished crying out that he had been hard because of Draco, whom had better stop his ministrations or else he was going to come in his wonderful new pants.

Draco had been brought up to know that he was extremely well off, but now he knew he was the luckiest person alive.

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Harry opened his eyes and looked around, a splitting headache racing through his head.

'Oh, fuck.'

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