Okay, I am sorry this took so long but I was having trouble wording it in a way that was with in the ratings, but I think I may have failed miserably. Be warned what follows is an extremly sexual situation. DO NOT CONTINUE READING if you are: offended by homosexual sex, situations, or sex at all. This is a very graphic chapter. If you are offended by all means e-mail me and I will apologize but I did warn you.
For the rest of you, enjoy!

PhantomWriter

(RATED R! Not suggested for Christians:-p )

Diary of Draco Malfoy (continued)

As I lay there atop him, our chests pressed together and lips locked in a passion filled kiss I felt him trembling beneath me. I broke the kiss and looked down into his eyes once more, knowing my features revealed my own passion and desire , matching his. Harry's eyes looked into mine as though wondering why I pulled my lips from his.
"Are you alright…you're shaking." I said in a soft whisper that continued to express my arousal with a husky tone. He nodded and closed his eyes for a moment, a light red flush appearing on his cheeks.

"I've never…done this…with a boy…I mean…" he began the red hue on his cheeks growing brighter and he adverted his eyes from mine.

"It's alright…neither have I." I said with a soft smile and planting a light kiss on his lips, a kiss that he returned and deepened. I felt him moan softly in his throat and I felt a surge of overwhelming emotions at that sound, knowing that he was enjoying our kisses as much as I was.

His arms that were around me shifted a bit and I felt the fabric of my shirt being pulled slowly from the waist of my pants. His hands were shaking, as though afraid I would ask him to stop. Once he had it un-tucked enough he slid both of his hands beneath it and smoothed up the sensitive skin of my back, his finger tips lightly running along my spine and causing a delightful chill to course through me. I moaned into his sweet mouth and the dance of our tongues quickened. So new, so forbidden was this touch to us both that it was exceedingly more delicious than anything I had ever experienced.

The heat between us grew to an intense level and I wanted, needed my clothes off. I sat up, breaking the kiss, and earning a soft whimper from Harry, who watched me with a strange hunger in his eyes as I pulled my shirt from my torso. His jaw slackened a bit as his eyes ran over me and I felt extremely shy for perhaps the first time in my life. His shaking hands at my waist slowly moved up my sides in a daring caress, fingertips just barely grazing my skin in a teasing and sensual way. I closed my eyes as both his hands touched and explored my newly revealed chest. Then he stopped, his hands left me and I opened my eyes to see him staring at my arm…at the skull and snake symbol on my pale skin, his eyes were wide with shock , surprise , and anger.

"You…you're a Death Eater!" he said loudly unable to tear his eyes away from my arm. I felt all color drain from my face, how could I have forgotten about it? How could I have been that stupid, now he was angry. I moved off of him and the bed, covering the evil symbol with my hand and looking away from him.

"Why didn't you tell me!" he asked, I could tell he was trying to keep his temper under control.

"I told you this was dangerous." I said in a cold tone, trying to hide the fact that now I was the one shaking. I had gotten so near to him, my body was still reeling from the shock of having lost the warmth of his body against mine.

"How long have you been working for him?" he asked me as he stood from the bed and took a step near me.

"It's none of your business." I said in the same tone, and as soon as I said the words I regretted them, knowing they were the wrong ones.

"None of my business! You've been working for the darkest wizard known to the world who just so happens to want to destroy me…and it's none of my business?" He said between clinched teeth only a step away from yelling at me.

"Yeah so what! You think I am the only one here working for him? I tried to keep away from you…I tried to hate you, make you hate me! You're the one who had to follow me, keep chasing after me!" I said , a hot tear falling down my cheek . I kept thinking that I should have never let it get that far, I should have just left when I had seen him in the hall.

"Why did you join him?" he asked in a calmer tone as though he had taken what I had just said into heavy consideration.

"I had to! You think I had a choice? Look at who my father is, look at who I am, Harry!" I yelled turning to face him , my entire body was shaking with the forceful emotions of anger and rejection that raced within my mind. I moved around him and grabbed my forgotten shirt from the floor and began pulling it back on, Harry was now on the other side watching me as though deep in thought. I wanted nothing more in that moment that to escape, to hide from the emotion in his eyes. I could read them now more than ever before and this time I wished I couldn't, I saw the sadness , the disappointment, anger and fear wondering through his mind as he stared at me.

"Look, just stay away from me, Potter." I said, now dressed, and headed for the door. My chest hurt, it was as though it was hard to breath, like suffocating…like the moment I had left for Christmas break…thinking I would never see him again. Right then I never wanted to see him again, I didn't want him to judge me because of something I had no control over, and now I knew that he would never be able to trust me. I had become the one thing that he despises the most.

Just as my hand touched the door knob, "I'm sorry." He whispered and I froze wondering if I had imagined it. Then he walked to the fire place and stood standing infront of it, when I turned to look at him I was startled by how strong yet sad he looked there with the flames highlighting his muscular chest and flickered in his eyes.

"I'm sorry….I should have let you explain…it's just…oh Draco… I'm so frightened of you." He said in a heartbroken voice his eyes not moving from the dancing flames.

"You…should be…" I whispered wincing at my own words and at how cold my voice sounded.

"Not…not because you're a Death Eater." He said with a small shake of his head and I blinked wondering what else he could fear from me. I saw a quiver run through his from and he closed his eyes against it and took a long, deep breath before continuing, "I'm scared of losing you…I realized that when you left for Christmas…I was so frightened I would never see you again…that I would never hear your voice, look into your eyes. I couldn't breathe right with out you here. You have no idea how relieved I was when you came back alive."

I honestly couldn't believe what he was saying to me as though it didn't make any sense. Why would he care so much, just because of a small kiss?

"Draco you have been one of the very…very few constant things in my life…no matter what happened you have always been there. And when I thought I was losing you, it hurt so badly… just wanted to die. I didn't want to think that you were anything like your father…I didn't want to think that you really hated me, that you wanted to be a death eater…I didn't want to think that you…that you were working for him the entire time. I feel like you have slowly become a part of me…"

I was silent, too shocked to move or to say anything, but his words were striking, like a blow to my mind. I think I stopped breathing.

"I guess what I am trying to say is that I am frightened…that I am starting to …that I'm falling in love with you…and there is nothing I can do about it." He said in such a soft voice that I thought I dreamed it. I saw tears running down his cheeks and I felt the powerful urge to run to him and comfort him, to tell him that I was sorry for hurting him, sorry for not telling him.

My mind was rejecting the very idea, how could he ever possibly love me? I'm a Slytherin, a Death Eater, a Malfoy! How was it possible? But even as I stood there watching his shaking form I felt similar emotions with in my own heart, which scared me beyond anything I thought possible. No, I can't be falling for him, and he can't be falling for me…it's just not right! It's not…it can't be.

I walked to him slowly, his back facing me, and carefully slid my arms around his waist. A felt and heard a sob come from his lips as I pressed myself against his back and rested my cheek against his shoulder.

"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" I whispered, my tears falling from my cheek and to his warm skin. Suddenly he turned to face me and in an instant crushed his lips against mine. Oh, how the desparation with in that kiss held me. Such need and pure longing was spoken to me through that simple act, troubles me even now as I write this. Our hot tears streaming down to meet our joined lips added to the bittersweet taste of his mouth. His strong arms encircled my waist drawing my body flush against his.

His arousal had not lessened since his discovery of my Dark Mark and as we clung to one another I felt his erection press against my front and my own against him. That slight touch sent electric waves pulsing through me , my head falling back with a strangled gasp as his lips grazed my throat. Thoughts evaded me and my knees felt weak as though I was going to fall.

"Har-rry…!" I whimpered as my hands on his back kneeded into his flesh suggestively, his hands working my shirt off once more. Without my even realizing what he was doing he had slid a hand slowly between our bodies and rubbed his palm over the bulge in the front of my pants. Never has anyone's touch alone nearly brought me to the edge, or sent such intensely pleasurable waves running through me. My hips pushed forward closer to his hand of their own accord . I know if he had not been holding me up I would have fallen as he inexpertly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants.

A last flicker of alarm went off somewhere in the back of my mind, as though some how this was extremely wrong, but I was too far gone to pay any attention to it. I wanted him , as much as he wanted me , and when he gently smoothed his fingers down between the silk of my boxers and touched his shaking hand to my pulsing sex I knew , without a shadow of a doubt, that this was more than right…it was perfect.

His hand felt rough and warm against the extremely soft and sensitive skin as he wrapped his fingers around me and gave a light, experimental stroke of my shaft. How can any one thing be so sensual? So wonderfully exciting and pleasing that it had me, the once "Slytherin-sex-god", writhing and moaning against Harry Potter!

"Please…." I choked out between an incoherent moans, "…I'm going to fall.." I said as I nearly crumbled into his arms. His lips broke away from my throat and his hand left my throbbing shaft causing me to whimper in mild frustrated lust. He looked down into my eyes as his other arm swept around me and crushed me back against him, jade orbs swam over my face as though adoring each part for a small moment until finally he returned his lips to mine.

His hands pushed my pants from my waist then slid slowly down my sides to smooth down my skin and in a nervous fashion push my boxers to join them. With an arm around my waist he broke the kiss and quickly pulled my shirt over my head after moving away from my clothes on the floor I realized I was in his arms completely naked against him and I shivered.

As though sensing my distress and possibly reading my shiver as been chilled , when in reality my body had never felt so fevered, he guided me back to the bed and slowly, while kissing me deeply pressed me down upon it. Naturally my legs separated to allow him to kneel between them and hover over me, his chest only an inch from mine as he swirled his tongue with mine.

Some how his hand was suddenly around my sex again and he instantly began moving his hand up and down around me and I broke the kiss to gasp and groan in surprise and delight. 'Since when did he become an expert at this?' I remember thinking, my last real thought for a while, as his kisses and small delicate nips at my throat caused my back to arch and hips to push back in time with his rough strokes.

It was too much all of it. His touch was too hot, too fast…so incredibly good. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me.

"Draco….." he moaned against my neck , he was breathing hard, as was I, his voice sent a striking blow to my control and I toppled over the edge and into a blissful orgasm my seed spilling forth over my abs. His stroaking slowed but did not stop, ensuring that I finished , pulsing my hot liquid onto his hand. Slowly I returned from the after shock of my release and opened my eyes to find him watching me, the darken color of his eyes unchanged and the hunger held within them sent a chill down my spine.

"You…you're so beautiful…." He said while blushing , either from extreme arousal or slight embarrassment at his compliment. His hand released my now overly sensitive member and he pulled back off of me to let his eyes wonder over my full naked form. A year ago I would have never even dreamed of laying on a bed nude willingly for anyone's observation, but right then under his gaze I didn't care, I wanted him to see me, most of all I wanted him to like what I looked like. I closed my eyes, it was like I could feel his emerald gaze caressing my body. I know that if it were possible my entire body would have blushed and I was great full that the fire only provided enough light to offer a golden glow.

I felt him leave the bed and for a brief moment I was alarmed that he was leaving, but as I opened my eyes I saw him undoing his own pants and I watched his hands in fixed intrigue. I saw them shaking slightly as they worked at the task of undressing him. I wanted to speak to him, to say something reassuring , but I was too frozen by the unveiling of the lower half of his body.

I nearly moaned just at the foreign sight as he pushed his clothes from his waist to the floor and exposed his erect manhood. My eyes followed the thin trail of black hair that ran from his navel in a line to his crotch and they went slightly wide as they traveled lower.

He stood there for a long moment for my observation and I drank in the sight of every part of him. I never would have thought that seeing another boy naked would arouse me, but Harry standing there in aroused perfection caused my sex to throb. The fires soft glow highlighted and shaded his tanned skin and his muscles seemed etched like a Greek sculpture. Looking up into his eyes I found him watching me, the hunger again, the lust, I felt like prey to a lion, and I wanted nothing more than for him to devour me.

I needed him near me, I wanted to touch him , as he had touched me. I couldn't speak my desire, my voice failed me, so I reached a hand out to him. Accepting it he moved back on top of me, my legs once again spreading to allow him to rest on me and for the first time our bare erections touched and we both gasped and our hips grinded against one another for a brief moment. Our lips met in a fast, hot kiss, and my arms sipped around him, pressing him down to me, his chest pressed against mine and the heat grew to a dangerous level.

After what seemed like hours of kissing and hot bodies grinding against each other in search of unidentified completion he pulled back, a thin like of sweat had formed over his brow and I brushed his bangs from his brow to show the lightening bolt scar beneath it. He began to say something but then I tilted my head and pressed my wet lips to it an he sighed softly in response.

"Draco…." He started in his soft husky tone, "I…I don't know how to…I just want you….I …" he said in a painfully frustrated and aroused voice as he tried to regain his breath. Though I had never had sex with a boy I had a general idea of what occurred, at least I figured as much.

"Here…" I said as I brushed my finger tips down his back and sides and he lifted his weight from me to rest on his knees and hand, his aroused sex straining between us. I bent my knees and spread my legs further, blushing as he watched me guide his hand between them to find my entrance buried between my warm cheeks. With a small nervous nod he took the initative and began to massage a digit against my tight starburst of muscles. I shuddered violently.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a concerned tone. All I could do was nod slightly and pull him down to kiss me again. He added pressure gradually as his hips began to thrust slowly and softly forward and I found myself relaxing despite the sour nervousness in the pit of my stomach.

He must have felt it for just then he pushed single digit through my tight barrier and partially inside me. I gasped, breaking the kiss , as slightly painful and a new indescribable sensation rushed from that point of my body throughout. Every part of my body suddenly felt overly sensitive, and the shock wave excited and frightened me but his lips were there, kissing me sweetly down my throat. He whispered words that I couldn't identify but the tone of his voice and the sweep of his breath over caused me to relax. His invading digit pushed further into my puckered opening until it was as far as possible.

"Draco….if you…ever want me to stop…just say so…if you don't like anything I do.." he whispered and I could hear the restraint in his voice and felt him shuddering above me. I think I must have nodded for suddenly he slid his hand back and a loud yell erupted from me. It was like a ragged fire burning me from the inside and threatening to overwhelm my entire body. My body curled up as though trying to escape him , arching back, but it only managed to impale myself against his hand but instead of a exclaiming in pain or discomfort I moaned as an intense pleasurable sensation replaced the pain.

"Oh….!" Came from my lips and my arched and my hips pushed back against his hand. Then he began moving his finger inside me, testing my reactions to each new place, bend, and speed. Soon I was writing against him , crying out incoherently as my hands kneeded into his back and ran through the thick black locks of his hair.

The muscles around his thrusting finger had slackened and my entrance was slick with moisture. He was breathing hard into my throat between kisses, his exploration of my canal having extremely aroused him and I felt the needed and lust radiating from him.

"Draco…I need you…please…let me be inside you …" he begged heatedly, his hand already leaving my now puckered opening, his hips pressing his erection against my hip. My heart was racing ,my body shaking violently, but I knew I needed him too…and after the intense pleasures his finger had caused I wondered at what was to come with him inside me. I gave a small nod and he bent to kiss me deeply and all to quickly the tip of his sex was at my moist entrance. I froze, waiting for the pain I expected, and a whimper escaped me.

Slowly he pushed the head of his member through my tight ring of muscles and a second pained yell emitted from me, my arms clung to him , savage fire erupted from the point of his entrance. He stopped, not going any further, and brought a hand to brush my hair from my sweaty brow. We were both shuddering, me with the force of the pain of my muscles stretching around his rigid sex and him from the force of controlling his lust. After a long moment I felt my body adjusting, muscles relaxing and I gasped.

With a swift thrust of his hips my world was turned inside out, all thought left me when he filled me. A short scream came from me and my back arched and sent him deeper inside me. He gasped and groaned, his body tense with his fading restraint.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't" he began, his head shaking softly, he hadn't meant to go so fast he didn't want to hurt me. He began to pull out and I nearly screamed again and clung tightly to him.

"No! Wait…!" I whimpered against him. The ravage heat of where his body and mine where joined felt as though it was going to rip me in half, but it was the thought of him inside me, being a part of me that sent a delicious torrent of an unknown sensation riveting with in me. Instantly I realized that I now knew what it meant to be complete, to be whole. It was a heart wrenching revelation; that his body belonged as part of mine, that now forever I would be tied to him…and forever I would want him.

"Oohh…" he groaned loudly, and I realized he could feel me relaxing around him. He could feel every part of me, just as I could feel every inch of him. He must have lost a touch of his control for his shaking form jolted a bit, his hips very slowly eased backwards and pulled his sex slowly from me causing the delicate tissue of my insides to drag against his shaft and we both gasped. It was the most incredible and indescribable pleasure and so intensely hot that I knew I wouldn't last too long.

"Harry…..!" I gasped. He was breathing hard and I looked up to see his face contorted in a mix of extreme pleasure and restraint.

"Oh my god…Draco…" he cried out, his head tossing back and he pushed back inside me, reaching further than before. His hands moved to my hips, his lips brushed over mine but we were too breathless and wrapped up in the pleasures or connection created to kiss one another.

Ever so slowly he began moving in and out of my slick entrance at a gradually quickening pace. Wave after intense wave shook me and soon I was writhing in uncontrollable ways. His voice joined mine with light husky moans and grunts. When his pace grew slightly faster I gasped, suddenly it was all too much. He was too deep , it hurt too much, there was too many feelings , sensations, to register. The escasty that flooded me now frightened me and I cried out in alarm.

"Harry…wait…ugh…oh…" was all I got out before his thrusting became extremely deep, his moans regular. And then it happened, his hands on my hips pushed me into his hard thrust and the head of his sex touched somewhere inside me so sensitive that I couldn't distinguish pain from pleasure as I was forced into climax. He didn't stop there, as though he was assured by my cries of my enjoyment of that movement that he grinded against me.

"Ahh…..Dra—co…" he moaned loudly, he gasped out between moans then his words melded with his expressions of pleasure. I know I screamed his name over and over, I felt out of control, drunk with the pleasures he was causing my body. He gasped and with a yell he announced his own release. I opened my eyes just in time to see the wave of expressions over his features but as his hot seed exploded within me I could no longer hold my eyes open for the heat of it shocked me. His body shook with the force of his release and his thrusts slowed and finally stopped. He collapsed atop me, my arms loosely around him brushed slowly over his sweat lined skin.

We shuddered together after laying there for a long time, both of us trying to return to reality from the orgasm. Carefully he lifted his head to look down at me and gave me the best gift in the world, a small satisified smile and the loving expression in his eyes. He brushed sweat from my brow and cupped my cheek with his hand , he looked as though he wanted to say something but couldn't…and I was too relaxed and exhausted to speak.

At some point he pulled himself from inside me. I might have been dreaming but I think he muttered a spell to clean us of the sticky substances covering our abs and the inside of my legs, then said aloud that he needed a blanket and one appeared. He moved from me and lay beside me, pulling me into his arms and against his chest, and covered us with the silk sheet. I tried to tell myself to stay away, to savor every after effect of the moment but sleep gradually took me. In the moments before that I experienced an overall feeling of contentment, of a happiness that I had only dared to dream of. For the first time in my life I felt as though I was exactly where I was meant to be.