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The Time of My Life

By Black Rapture

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Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters, locations, and other indicia belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers.

Title Origin(s): The title The Time of My Life was inspired by the song of the same title featured in the movie Dirty Dancing. The chapter title, Tremble in Prayer, was inspired by a line from the song Silver and Cold from A.F.I.'s album, Sing the Sorrow.

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Chapter Three – Tremble in Prayer

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The next day, Harry had a lot of things to think about.

Did he like blokes?

Did he like Draco, of all people?

Was he some kind of masochist?

What the hell was he going to tell his friends?

Should he just go jump off the Astronomy Tower?

The Astronomy Tower.

Where he was going to meet Draco again tonight.

Merlin, this was weird.

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"I'm loosing my mind." Draco mumbled.

"What's that, Drakie?" Pansy crooned.

"Nothing," he replied through clenched teeth.

"If you say so," she purred.

Unable to tolerate Pansy's nauseating behavior any longer, Draco gathered up his books and exited the library, heading for his dormitory.

He then saw none other but the bane of his existence, Harry Potter, turn the corner.

As they passed, Harry looked up and some unknown, horrific force, compelled Draco to meet his gaze and wink.

Harry winked back.

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That night, Draco beat Harry to the Astronomy Tower yet again.

Under the guise of his invisibility cloak, Harry snuck up behind Draco and swept his feet out from under him. A cheap shot, yes. Amusing, definitely.

Draco screamed in a very unmanly way as he hit the floor.

Harry snorted. Draco narrowed his eyes in the direction of the noise.

"Very mature, Potter," he commented as he got up. Harry tossed his cloak aside.

"I thought so." Harry managed to get out before Draco's fist hit him squarely in the jaw.

He was taken by surprise and fell back onto the cold stone floor. Harry got up quickly and pinned Draco up against the wall with a shove.

"Well now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?" Draco teased, his face dangerously close to Harry's.

For the first time, Harry noticed the perfect curve of the Slytherin Prince's lips. He was too busy to even contemplate where the hell that thought came from, so he continued to stare at Draco's mouth with an unreadable expression.

Then, to Draco's complete shock and amazement, Harry leaned forward and met his lips.

Draco had no choice but to punch him.

"Ouch!" Harry yelled, "What the bleeding hell was that for?"

"You kissed me!"

"So?"

"I don't know!"

"Then why did you hit me!"

"It seemed like the thing to do."

"Idiot."

Draco stared at Harry for quite some time before grabbing him by the collar and pulling their lips together again.

Harry felt a sting and Draco tasted blood, which only caused Harry to kiss him harder.

Draco grinded their hips together as Harry sent the buttons of his shirt flying across the room.

When Draco pulled off Harry's shirt, their bare skin connected in a delicious rush of heat.

As they fell to the floor, clothes were ripped off with supernatural speed.

"What the hell are we doing?" Harry breathed.

"Just shut up and enjoy it." Draco whispered, biting into Harry's shoulder.

Harry moaned and raked his fingernails across Draco's back.

He heard Draco whisper a spell and then felt his erection pressing into him.

"Don't be a fucking woman about it." Harry complained, impatiently wanting to be as close to Draco as was physically possible.

Harry got his wish as searing pain ripped through his entire body causing him to choke.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked.

"Fine." Harry whimpered.

"Well you fucking asked for it."

"Just stop talking."

Draco complied and began to move in and out of him slowly.

As he started to move faster, Harry pushed back onto him at the same time.

The pain soon disappeared and was replaced with an indescribable feeling of completion.

Eventually Harry felt Draco spill inside of him.

Afterwards, they lay there, neither really knowing what to say.

"So..." Harry began.

"Yeah." Draco sighed.

"That was-"

"Yeah."

"Do you still hate me?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I hate you too."

Draco laughed and so did Harry.

"This is so bloody fucked up."

"I know." Harry agreed.

"It's late."

"Yeah."

"Perhaps we should be going."

"Probably."

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After they were dressed, they stood looking at each other.

"Well." Draco started.

"I guess this is goodnight." Harry said.

"Or good morning."

"Or that."

"Sleep with me."

"I just did."

"I meant back to my room."

"Somehow I think the other Slytherins might be slightly suspicious."

"I have my own rooms."

"You are such a spoiled brat."

"I know."

"Alright."

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When they reached Draco's rooms, they undressed again and slid into bed.

Draco wound his arm around Harry and pulled them together.

Harry smiled and snuggled back against Draco before falling into a dreamless sleep.

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