Shy glances.

Blown kisses.

Blushing cheeks.

Ron rolled his eyes and huffed loudly, annoyed with Harry and Draco's affection. They were always together, or always looking at each other. And the snogging! Oh god, the snogging was unbearable. Right in front of anyone – and everyone. It didn't matter to them. When they felt the need to kiss, they kissed all right.

Whispers of 'I love you.'

Fingers always intertwined.

Cuddling nonstop.

Hermione smiled giddily to herself; seeing her best friend so in love was absolutely wonderful! He deserved it, after spending time with that greasy bastard who just broke Harry's heart over and over. Plus, Draco was much better for Harry. First reason for that? He was Harry's age. Second reason? He wasn't afraid of commitment. Third reason? They were so damned cute! Hermione always loved to see them holding hands, smiling at each other always, blushing at little things. It was refreshing.

Moans and screams of ecstasy.

Necks being bitten.

Scratch marks left everywhere.

Harry fucking loved being with Draco, the sex was a-m-a-z-i-n-g. The way Draco would run his nails up and down Harry's back, the muffled cries of pleasure when Draco let his mouth – and incredibly talented tongue – wander places. They were rough, yet at the same time the sex wasn't just about the lust. They truly loved each other; they loved being with each other. The only other time Harry had every felt this way, was when… never mind, he thought, it doesn't matter now.

Tongues running across smooth skin.

Heat radiating.

Passion always evident.

Draco had never felt so close to anyone before. He'd had sex with over a dozen others, all being absolutely wonderful in their own ways, yet Harry… Harry put them all to shame. Maybe it was because Draco actually cared about Harry; maybe it was because this was the first real relationship he had ever had. It didn't really matter to Draco, all that mattered was that he had his love, and they were both faithful and happy.

Laughs of pure joy.

Undeniably genuine smiles.

Adoration always there.

Severus frowned at the thought of his two favorite students together. Harry was supposed to be his; he was supposed to always love him and only him. But he let Harry get away… and just because he couldn't fucking say a simple, "I love you." Both knew that Severus did really love Harry, but the Gryffindor had just wanted his Professor to get over himself and say it out loud. Severus cursed himself for letting that one night happen, yet he was thankful Harry had finally found someone who could fulfill all his little needs and wants.

Each individual felt differently about the situation, for their own reasons, but it didn't impact the situation in any way.

Harry playfully pulled Draco on top of him and raised his eyebrows suggestively. The Slytherin grinned and tried to move down to place a kiss his lover, yet Harry stopped him.

"Draco… can we try something tonight? A bit different than what we normally do." Draco shrugged, and nodded, having no clue what Harry was thinking of, but was instead just turned on by the fact Harry was controlling things tonight.

"When we used to fight, before we were friends, I always had this… this fantasy." Draco raised a single eyebrow at Harry's words, yet urged him to continue. "Well… I always had this fantasy that you would say something that really angered me, and I would fire something right back, just as vicious. Our fight would just get more and more intense, until.. well, you know. We had this incredible, wild sex. All our anger and passion for each other poured into it."

"Ah… and what does this have to do with right now, love?"

"I was thinking we could act out something like that?" Harry's cheeks turned a bright pink as he said the words, obviously embarrassed by his own request, and Draco chuckled at his shyness.

"Yeah, 'o course, Harry," Draco smiled slightly. He pushed himself off of Harry, and proceeded to stand up and walk around the room for a minute or two before turning around. Harry was shocked just by the look on Draco's face, it was just like it used to be: The sneer, eyes cold and deadly, no love shown whatsoever. Harry, quickly following Draco's lead, tried to remember how he used to feel towards Draco, no more than a year ago. Right as he felt he was in that state of mind once again, Draco's huge grin and cackle took him off guard.

"Draco?"

"I – I'm sorry," Draco said in between little giggles, "I just can't do this with a straight face. It's incredible how I used to treat you, I just can't imagine doing that again." Draco strolled forward, and pushed Harry backwards. He crawled lazily on top of the brunette, and straddled him. He smirked as he pressed down slightly and moved forward a little bit, knowing the friction and pressure Harry was feeling would just make him even harder. Harry's jaw dropped slightly, but no sound could escape his lips.

"I can control you so easily, Potter. So pathetic." Draco whispered harshly, with a malicious glint in his eyes Harry hadn't seen in awhile. Harry moved his jaw as if he was going to speak, but before any words could escape, Draco took the opportunity and swooped down, pushing his tongue into Harry's mouth. He kissed him hard, full of passion and lust, yet it wasn't like all of their other kisses. Harry, without warning, pressed his hands against Draco's chest and pushed him back.

"As if, Malfoy. I'm not your little slut," Harry shot back, not as fierce as he would have months ago, yet with a tone he hadn't used in awhile. Draco chuckled softly to himself and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you aren't? I couldn't tell, with the way you let me straddle you, with the way you looked up at me with lust. It wasn't obvious at all when you pushed your tongue into my mouth. Oh, no. Not at all." Sarcasm dripped from Draco's every word, turning Harry on even more than he thought was possible.

"I don't know if anyone's told you this lately, but you've put on a little weight, I couldn't move from underneath you if I tried. And, excuse me, you were the one who initiated the kiss." Draco's smirk widened at Harry's remark, and scooted down so he wasn't sitting on the other boy's lap anymore. His pale and delicate hand teasingly traveled up the inside of Harry's thigh, stopping right before the place Harry wished Draco's hand would be. He whimpered slightly as the hand moved excruciatingly slow, closer and closer.

"No, not my bitch at all." Draco whispered softly as he watched Harry with some sort of lust he hadn't felt in awhile. Maybe Harry was right, this was a nice little fantasy to play out, Draco thought right before letting that talented tongue work it's magic.